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bamby0304 · 1 year

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Her Saviours- Ch.38

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Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: It’s my birthday!!

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics.

Bamby

“Yeah. You probably missed something, that's what.”

“Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers, I couldn't find a single red flag. Are you sure you got the coordinates right?”

“Yeah, I double checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important Sammy.”

You were sitting in the back of Baby, as usual, listening to the brothers bicker, as usual.

Sam was getting frustrated at his brother. “Well I'm telling you I looked and all I could find was a big steamy pile of nothing. If Dad's sending us hunting for something I don't know what.”

“Well maybe he's going to meet us there.” Dean still wasn’t giving up on their father.

Sam scoffed, “Yeah. Cause he's been so easy to find up to this point.”

“You're a real smart ass you know that?”

“He’s not wrong,” you mumbled to yourself.

Dean looked up, catching your eye in the mirror. He didn’t comment, but you knew he heard you, and by the way Sam shifted ever so slightly, you knew he heard as well. Both brothers had an idea of where you stood with John- Sam more than Dean- and neither was willing to comment on it. At least not yet, and not in front of the other.

“Don't worry I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing,” Dean insisted, getting back to the topic at hand.

“Yeah?” Sam asked, not sounding convinced. “What makes you so sure?”

“Cause I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right.”

“No it doesn't.”

“It totally does,” Dean insisted.

…

Leaning against Baby with Sam as Dean went to get some coffees, you watched the playground on the park you’d stopped next to. You were frowning, watching the scene in front of you, feeling uneasy.

There was only one child in sight, and she was barely playing.

Returning to you and Sam, Dean handed out the coffees he was carrying. “Well...the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky but other than that no one's heard about anything freaky going on.”

“Dean you got the time?” Sam asked, a curious frown furrowing his brows.

You looked up at him and noticed he was watching the park as well. It seemed you weren’t the only one who had noticed the peculiar scene.

“Ten after four,” Dean answered. “Why?”

“Look at the park,” you started. Dean came over to stand next to you and turned to the playground. “Where are all the kids?”

He grew just as curious as you and his brother. “School's out isn't it?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “So where is everybody? This place should be crawling with kids right now.”

Sighing, Dean handed his coffee over to Sam without a word. You watched, confused for a moment, before he started towards the woman watching the little girl. You could only assume she was her mother.

“We’ll be right back,” you told Sam absentmindedly as you hurried after Dean to walk with him.

The woman was half watching her daughter, half reading the newspaper. Her daughter was playing, but with no one to join her, she didn’t seem as enthused as you guessed she normally would have been. It was as if the trip to the park was bittersweet.

“Sure is quiet out here,” Dean started, drawing the attention of the mother.

She looked up from her newspaper, a little startled at first. You watched her smell the air, catching Dean’s Alpha scent. Before she could react, however, she caught wind of your Omega which had her visibly relax.

“Yeah, it's a shame,” she noted, looking genuine.

“Why's that?” Dean asked.

She shrugged. “You know, kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing.”

Growing more concerned, you moved over to sit with her on the bench. “Kids? Are there a lot getting sick?”

“Just five or six but serious,” she started. “Hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it's catching.”

As an Omega it was in your blood to be concerned about children. You’d always pictured having pups of your own, even if sometimes you knew it wasn’t a feasible thought with your lifestyle. Despite that, you always felt the need to care for and worry about kids. This news just didn’t sit right in your gut.

…

You offered the nurse a gentle smile as you set the basket of stuffed toys you’d brought to the hospital on the counter between the two of you. She paused, looking from you to the basket and then back.

“Can I help you?”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “I heard about the children.”

One sniff and she knew you were an Omega, and that’s all it took.

Anyone who looked at you would see a concerned Omega, wanting nothing more than to help the families of the sick children. You weren’t pushing for information, or snooping around, you were simply concerned. It was in your nature to be so empathetic.

Smiling gently, she nodded. “The paediatric ward is down that hall, turn left and up the stairs.”

“Thank you.” Your smile had a hint of sadness to it as you gathered the basket and went to follow her directions.

As you rounded the corner, you looked back and spotted Sam and Dean walking into the hospital in their suits.

The plan was for you to talk to the families, while the brothers talked to the doctors. They were taking the roles as doctors from the CDC, which would get them access you wouldn’t normally have. It wasn’t common for a young Omega to have such a prestigious job.

Still, that didn’t mean you were without your own tools and skills.

…

Stepping towards one of the beds of the sick children, you placed a stuffed bear in the crook of the little girl’s arm. Looking down at her with sympathetic eyes, you felt your heart strings tug at the image of her laying there so still and pale.

“I’m so sorry about your daughters,” you started as you looked from one bed to the other before meeting the eyes of the girls’ father.

He was sitting by their beds, looking distraught and exhausted. He’d been here a few nights now, and with no sign of improvement or change, he was growing more and more fraught with each passing moment.

“That’s very kind of you.” He attempted a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Chewing on your lip, you moved over to the seat next to his and set the basket of toys- which was almost empty now- on the ground in front of you. With your hands now free, you reached out to take his gently.

He flinched at first, before your soothing Omega scent eased some of the tension in his body.

“I lost my family when I was young,” you started. “I may not have children, but I know what it feels like to feel helpless. I only wish you get a happier ending than I did.”

It was true. You did lose your family, your real family, when you were young. To be honest, you barely remembered them. With all the trauma and chaos that surrounded the events of your childhood, you couldn’t remember much of your life before monsters and Winchesters. But you still understood the pain of losing loved ones.

His hand squeezed yours. “Thank you.”

Offering a gentle smile once more, you began to pry ever so carefully, “Do you mind if I ask…?”

“How it happened?” he finished for you. “I don’t know. Mary, my oldest, she came down with it first. Then Bethany caught it the next night.”

“So suddenly?” you asked, trying not to show how shocked you were.

Diseases spread, you were aware, but they didn’t just put kids into comas so suddenly. He was suggesting there were no symptoms, no warnings, and now his daughters were

When he nodded, you could see just how tired he was. You knew he’d been trying to wrap his head around the whole thing ever since his daughters had fallen ill. It was all he could do with himself as he waited for any sign of them waking up soon.

“The doctors are saying it's pneumonia. But it doesn’t make sense. They were fine. They were perfectly fine. They were healthy. They were happy.” Shaking his head, you looked from each bed, trying to wrap his head around it.

All you could think to do was to give his hand a squeeze, to try and ease his pain and offer any support you could.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had you both look up. Sam and Dean were standing in the doorway, watching the two of you before their eyes fell onto the girls’ father.

“Sir, we’re from the CDC,” Sam started. “We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions?”

When the father hesitated, you gave him a reassuring nod. “I’ll stay with your girls until you come back.”

Thankful that they wouldn’t be alone, he squeezed your hand gratefully before following the brothers out of the room, leaving you to watch his motionless girls as they lay soundlessly in their hospital beds.

…

The brothers had left you in the car while they went to Bethany and Mary’s house. The idea was that their father would be at the hospital for the foreseeable future, so they would snoop around. Normally you would go with them, but it had been your idea to stay behind this time.

If they got caught it meant you were no longer a player in the game either. At least if the father went home and found the brothers in his house, you could still go to the hospital and get some information.

Sam had been surprised at your thought process, and impressed. Dean was actually relieved, as if there was something particularly stressing him out with this case.

The passenger side door opened as Sam slid into the car, their excursion over with. “Have you heard of a shtriga?”

Your brows crinkled in confusion. “A what?”

Dean got into the car then, with a sigh. “Sammy and me found some stuff. We think it could be a shtriga.”

“Dean thinks it could be one,” Sam corrected.

“Well, whatever it is, we need to find a motel so we can do research,” you noted.

Nodding, agreeing with you, Dean turned Baby on and started down the road. Neither of you said much as he drove, but words didn’t need to be said. You could sense the tension in the air. Something was wrong with Dean.

Bamby

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welldonebeca · 7 months

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The Family (1/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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Sam and Jess came back home as soon as they finished school, even skipping graduation, and you couldn't be happier to welcome them back.

You had done a few changes to the house since they had left. There was now a bed that could fit all of you in the master bedroom, and you set another room as an extra room when any of you needed privacy, and you had finished your baby's nursery. She didn't have a name yet - you liked the idea of letting Sam and Jess suggest names too, considering you were a pack and they would also be her parents, even if they weren't there to produce her.

Finally, finally, they were home and your family was complete.

The boys were off to deal with Sam's new university, where he would be continuing with his studies, but Jess had taken another road.

Oh, and she was also pregnant now. Your babies would be four months apart!

She still wasn't showing but was very proud of her belly anyway, showing it off, taking pictures every week and looping you into taking them with her with your weeks on the board and 'baby girl' and 'baby baby' under them.

You had to say, pregnancy suited her very well.

Your Omega was glowing and you could see how much happier she was now and it made you even happier that she was here with you.

"Oh, here," she pulled your hand, placing it on her 7 weeks belly.

You tried not to giggle at her enthusiasm.

It was impossible to notice anything about her pregnancy. Sometimes, she would feel things and try to make you or the boys feel it, and you had to stop Dean from telling her it was just gas.

But you didn't mind, because it was adorable!

While you were excited about your daughter, you were also very ready for her to come out already, though you were a bit far from that.

Your belly had begun to actually get big, and now you couldn't see your feet, and they were starting to swell.

Also, you were craving a few things to the point of them being the only thing you were able to think about sometimes!

Some nights you had to wake Dean up to ask him for some stuff, like peanut butter with ice cream, cucumber with jelly, his cum - and Sam's - on chocolate...

Cravings.

And you couldn't stop thinking of Jess' pussy.

Right at this moment.

As she spoke to you about whatever thing she was thinking about.

"Are you alright?" she asked, taking your focus to her voice. "Do you want some more cucumber with jelly?"

"Actually..." you bit your lower lip. "I'm craving something else right now."

You never thought you'd experiment with women before Joss, but she was one of the most beautiful Omegas you had ever seen and you wanted her even before you were mated.

"Oh, what is it?" she asked.

You took her hand, pulling her closer.

"Your pussy," you moved your nose over hers. "Can I have it, Jess? Can I eat your pussy?"

She licked her lips, eyes twinkling at the thought.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You and Dean haven't mated in a while..."

It was true. Normally you two fucked like rabbits, but you were going through a very tired phase to go through being fucked and Dean understood that.

Mostly, you sucked his cock and used your hands on one another, and that was it.

"I am," you told her. "Please, Jess? I need it."

Jess nodded with her cheeks flushed, kissing you sweetly, but it quickly shifted into something passionate, and arched her body to yours when moved your hands to caress her beautiful tits, and pulled away from you slowly before you took it off.

"Let me give you a little show, Omega," she pulled back.

She teased you a little, taking off her shirt over her head, and massaging her tits a little bit as you licked your lips, eager to have them in your mouth.

Your Omega turned around to you, showing her ass in her itsy bitsy little shorts, buried between her ass cheeks at the end of her very long legs, and you just wanted to throw her on the couch just like that and fucking devour her.

Your pussy was already wet when she slid the piece off, stepping away from them and standing in your living room in just a little thong.

"Fucking tease," you whispered, licking your lips.

She giggled, playing with it with her fingers.

"You want me to take it off, Omega?" she teased you.

You nodded, and she pouted.

"Say please?" Jess teased you.

Oh, how silly.

As if you were going to be bossed around by a younger Omega.

You stood up, pulling Jess and laying her down, half throwing but still making sure to be careful.

"I don't say please," you raised her ass.

Jess whined, sticking her ass out obediently, and you licked her over her panties, already seeing a little bit of her wetness sipping through them.

"Silly little Omega," you held her ass cheeks open.

You licked and licked her clit over the fabric until she was squirming and whining under you.

"Omega," she panted. "Please."

If you were Dean, you would have ripped off that silly thong and would give her a good spanking on her ass and her pussy.

Well... you could, couldn't you?

"Did Sam learn how to spank your pussy, Omega?" you asked her.

You tried ripping her panties, but struggled, and huffed to yourself.

How did Dean do that?

"No," she whined, looking back at you. "Sam is too afraid of hurting me."

You scoffed.

Silly Sam.

You pulled her panties down, watching with a pleased smirk when her wetness followed it with a long, stretched droplet.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

You shifted her position, making her lay across your lap, thankful for the long space to stretch your legs so she would have where to lay on without your belly bothering her.

"Let's fix that, uh?" you decided.

You slapped her ass a couple of times, twice on each side, warming your hands up.

She gasped and whined as you did, her sweet ass making a perfect jiggle with each slap. Such a cute little college student, perfect little Omega.

"Omega," she moaned.

You hummed to her.

"Yes, sweet Omega?"

Jess wiggled her ass, as if that would tempt you into forgetting what you were doing now.

"Please," she whimpered. "Omega? Eat my pussy?"

You hummed a little, still slapping her ass.

"I don't know," you considered slowly. "You did tease me, Jess... I don't know if you deserve it."

She whined.

"But you said you-"

Before she could finish, you silenced her up with a slap on her pussy.

Jess cried out, shocked, and you were happy to find her so wet she made your hand all wet.

"Behave, little Omega," you slapped her again.

So that was why Dean liked this so much.

To shut up a silly, noisy Omega brat made you feel almost as much pleasure as being slapped yourself.

She cried as you found your rhythm, slapping her entrance and then her clit, til you were just slapping and slapping her.

You only stopped when your hand was all messy, finally satisfied, and made her lay on her back again, spreading her legs and licking her hungrily.

She came quickly after you set your lips on her, and you chuckled.

"What a messy little Omega," you teased, pushing two fingers into her. "So eager you barely needed any touch to cum."

Jess whined, and you just moved down to her, kissing and licking her cunt, eating her out hungrily, and moaned when you felt your tits ache and leak onto the couch.

Fuck, you hadn't even realised you were so horny.

You didn't stop licking and eating her out even after she came. Actually, you pined her down and focused on pleasing her even more.

During your first time, Dean had stopped you from making her cum so many times she got stupid and silly, but you were all alone now, and there was no Alpha around to tell you what you could or couldn't do with your Omega.

"Omega!" she cried, shaking under you. "Y/N!"

You held her, not letting her go from under you, and sucked onto her clit as you fucked her with two fingers, curling your fingers against her g-spot.

You'd make her cum until she didn't know anything but you, until she didn't need anything but you.

Jess's pussy squeezed your fingers when you pushed a third one inside - she was used to taking Sam's big cock, you knew she liked feeling full - and you focused a bit more on her sweet spot, looking to make her squirt.

"Y/N!" she cried. "Please, it's too much."

You clicked your tongue.

"But you can still form phrases, Omega," you reminded her. "I don't think it is enough."

Jess whined, desperate, and you held her close to you with your free arm.

You giggled, elated, when she moaned out loudly, her pussy squeezing your fingers tight as she finally squirted, wetting your whole face with her delicious slick.

You pulled away, sucking your fingers clean, giving her a minute, and turned her to lay with her belly up, drooling when you realised her tits were leaking all over.

"Oh, baby," you cooed. "Why didn't you tell me your milky tits were dripping?"

Jess looked down, seeming all dazed, unaware by her own biological reaction

So your hunch was right. Jess was just like you...

The Winchester did have a type, after all.

You latched onto her breast, sucking as you pushed your fingers into her cunt again, sucking her sweet, sweet milk, as you continued with your goal of making her just a silly little puddle of Omega slick.

She came beautifully under you, arching her hips to your hand, moaning so loud you knew she would be heard outside.

"Please, Omega," she begged. "Want your milk, please. I need your milk."

Oh, your poor Omega. You weren't the only hungry one, after all.

You moved up, putting a breast onto her lips and moaned when she started sucking down on you but focused on keeping fucking and playing with her with the hand you had on her pussy.

Jess' didn't pull away to moan when you felt her squeezing you again, her orgasm much quicker and much easier to pull from her now.

"My poor little Omega," you moaned. "So hungry for my milk, baby..."

Her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was just taking and taking everything from you, like a good Omega.

You didn't even notice she was moving to touch you until she did, and moaned when her slender fingers started playing with you, and couldn't hold back a loud cry.

"Fuck, Jess," you moaned.

She opened her eyes, pupils wide as she started fingering you and rubbing your clit with the heel of her hand.

Your eyes closed and you almost lost focus.

Fuck, you were so horny, so wet.

She pulled you up to her body, and you were quick to position yourself between your legs, rubbing your pussy on hers and moaning at how good, how sweet it felt.

You didn't stop when she came under you, too warm now, looking for your own pleasure.

"'mega," Jess cried under you. "Y/n!"

You reached down, pinching her tits and her nipples, and she cried out again, cumming one more time.

Before you could reach your own pleasure, though, a voice rose right behind you.

"My, my," Dean gasped. "What do we have here?"

…

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miss-madness67 · 3 months

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The Smell of You (Sam drabble)

When you meet your Alpha.

Harvelle’s Roadhouse for hunters is in a way you have never seen before. Rugged men and women mingling with each other makes the smell of Alpha all the more potent. It’s no surprise most hunters are Alphas, but it is still bothersome considering your presentation as an Omega. You try to avoid as many people as you can as you navigate through the crowd. Your suppressants keep the attention of others away most of the time, but you prefer to avoid physical contact if you can. In the busy bar, there is no sign of your best friend, Jo. You think maybe she has gone behind the counter to help her mother, but Hellen is expertly managing the customers on her own. Where the hell has Jo gone to?

The door of the establishment opens and closes yet again, but you’re too busy looking for your friend to glance at the newcomers. Finally, in the mass of bodies, you spot Jo animatedly talking to Ash in a corner of the place, near the jukebox. With a smile on your face, you make your way over. Just as you reach them, something else happens. Your friend looks from over your shoulder at something -someone- behind you. And before you turn around, before you look at him, you smell him. People often say that when finding your mate, all of your concentration would be taken away and the only focus would be on them. You want to agree, but more than that, all that you can focus on is the smell. Oh, so sweet and yet so masculine. You wish to melt on him like butter, you feel reborn. Finally, as you look up, your eyes clash with Sam Winchester and nothing else seems to matter. You are his.

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angelsberrymilk · 4 months

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Alpha!Dean who's sooooo convinced he's going to fuck a pretty Omega when she tells him to stay the night at her place to thank him for getting rid of a vengeful spirit.

like obvs he follows her and gets surprised, like shocked that he only gets a kiss and she tells him that she wants to try something with him.

and he's like "uhhhh, okay." raised brow and all and a little bit suspicious.

and she proceeds to tell him abt how she read in a book that Omegas hundred of years back used to let Alphas sleep in their nest when they were back from war, quest or trip to provide comfort, it could be like platonic or romantic. it was like a way to tell the Alphas that they were home and safe. like some sort of Aroma Therapy.

and Dean doesn't know whether she's joking or not and gives her a look close to puppy eyes like "wait, so no pussy? 🥺" lmaooo

and she doesn't say anything and promises him that he smells like he needs it. he reeks of discomfort, of the leather from his car seat, sweat, dirt, blood you name it. and she's convinced that it's the best way to thank him cuz he needs it. like bad.

she makes him shower before he even thinks of sitting on her bed with his outside/demon hunting clothes. and then omd, he gets in her bed and she like tucks him in and he's so weirded out but he kinda likes it, and the Omega's pretty so he's not gonna complain like a fucking moron.

And she stays next to him, tells him a little about herself and their town, abt the different posters hung in her room and some bands she listens to, and when she notices he's getting more and more comfortable in her soft fluffy blankets, she gives him a forehead kiss and turns off the lights and leaves to sleep over at her friends house.

and Oh. My. God.

when I tell you Dean slept like a fucking baby, he passed the fuck out when he realised she was being serious abt him sleeping in her bed for the night. he slept so good he didn't even dream, he slept so good he didn't wake up at night, not even once, he passed right the fuck out in her bed, high off Omega scent. and she smelled good. like really good.

when he finally came to in the morning, it took him a while to fully wake up, and he noticed that he drooled a bit in his sleep and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. he was warm, comfortable, in a heaven of fluffy blankets, sweet Omega scent, and plushies apparently. His hair was actually sticking out even tho it was short and spiky and he had marks on one side of his face from the pillow.

and most importantly he felt really good. like really really good. it was probably the best night of sleep he's ever had these past few years.

when he finally makes his way downstairs, he finds Sam and the Omega at the table, clearly waiting for him to wake up to have breakfast together. and Sam's brow just raises a little bit and notices his brother's slow movements, slow steps, like he's been floating away in clouds make out of cotton candy. or like he's being fucked so good he's still woozy from it. who knows.

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Coming soon…

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Domestic Silk (Rabbit) Moth!Castiel falls in love with Human!Mechanic!Dean. Castiel is not what he appears to be and Dean doesn’t know. (Destiel, Interspecies romance)

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zepskies · 2 months

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Poll: Fic to "Podcast Fic"

Thanks to the lovely admins over at @spnfanficpond and @talltalesandbedtimestories, one of my SPN stories will be made into a podfic! I'm very excited, but I also need your help. 💕

If you're interested, which story would you enjoy listening to in podfic form? (Links and summaries below the poll.)

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Choosing Him You’re forced to make a decision between Sam and Dean. - [Sequel to “Dean gives you an impossible choice.” Contains both Sam and Dean endings.]

Smoke Eater (Part 1) Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

Midnight Espresso - (18+) You’ve never taken Dean’s flirting seriously…until he asks you for an impromptu Spanish lesson.

A Wish to Build a Dream On (18+) Dean has been harboring the archangel Michael in his mind for weeks now, putting a strain on your relationship. When Dean makes a wish that accidentally brings his father back from the dead, you get to meet the (in)famous John Winchester. But as always with magic, your boyfriend’s wish has unintended consequences.

Big & Tall - (18+) You steal Sam’s shirt. But that simple theft comes at a big price.

Make It Right (18+) He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s meant to die. [Omegaverse/ABO dynamics]

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stevieschrodinger · 5 months

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"Wilson, I need you to sedate me."

"Really Barnes, I didn't think you were that kind of girl-"

"Sam! Please-"

Bucky groans, the plates in his arm whirl. He forces himself to turn really slowly, keeping his back to the dirty cage he's just uncovered. It had kept the smell of in heat Omega in until Bucky had foolishly just dragged the thing off.

He'd ripped the door off before he could really stop himself.

"Alright there honey, Daddy's got you-" Sam slides slowly into Bucky's field of vision, moving cautiously. They have training, long hours of exposure training before they qualify, and Bucky's been on the job for years.

This really shouldn't be so hard.

Bucky watches as Sam draws up the syringe, "I need consent before you feel my little prick big fella," Sam jokes, but dead, stealy calm underneath his words. "For the titty cam now please," Sam draws Bucky's attention to the small camera affixed to the right breast of his tac jacket.

"I give consent for Sam Wilson to sedate me for the duration,-" Sam starts to move, goes slow, no sharp movements, "and I claim the Omega behind me as mine. My mate. Sam you look after him or so help me-" Bucky's eyes roll back in his head and Sam just about manages to get a knee out to take the brunt of his fall.

Bucky's built like a tank though, so Sam does his best to slide him to the floor and protect his head. Behind him, a little Omega comes into view. Flushed skin and in full heat. Too thin, white blonde hair, the sharpest, bluest eyes Sam's ever seen. The Omega scrambles away and Sam ducks into the cage, two fingers at his throat as he speaks into the mic there, "Hill, need medical support, I got a live one down here."

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abbatoirablaze · 8 days

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 25

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: angst, mentions of loss of limb, homophobia, gay relationship (mm), mentions of murder plot, murder, mention of rape.

“I need an audience with alpha Barnes and his Luna.”

Nat gave Sam a wary look, and turned to her sister, who was shaking her head from her place at the other side of the doorway.

“Sam, I know that you are a friend, but-“

“Exactly, I’m a friend. So, let me in to talk to Bucky and Cinna,” he growled, projecting his aura outwards, “I received information about Steve from one of the people still in the pack who’s stayed on Sharon’s good side so that he could feed me updates on my actual alpha. And Cinna and Bucky need to hear it!”

“How about you tell us this, information, and if it seems worthwhile, we tell our alpha!” Yelena suggested.

The beta sneered, baring his teeth at the she-wolf, and Natasha stepped between the two, “calm yourself down, beta.”

“I have dire information about my alpha, an alpha that I know Cinna and Bucky are still in love with,” he hissed, “information that could save his life, should they take me up on it!”

“What do we care of an alpha that has no bearing on our pack?”

“You stupid she-wolf, let me through!”

The door opened behind the set of sisters and the older beta. Clint’s brow was raised, and he had one hand on the door handle, while the other was casually reachingfor his arrows, “it’s starting to get loud out here. What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“Finally, someone that will listen to reason,” Sam grunted, throwing a glare at the sisters, before turning his attention to the sigma, “I’ve got friends still within the Rogers pack, and I’ve been informed that Sharon is going to make an attempt on Steve’s life. I need to speak to Alpha Barnes and Cinna.”

From within the room, Cinna looked to Bucky, who while trying to remain composed, had let a bitterness rise into his scent.

“Bucky…”

The young pup, who was once smiling, was trying to contain the anxiety in his scent as Steve tugged on his hand , “Bucky?”

His eyes snapped to that of his mate.

Steve, though only a year younger, was much smaller than himself. The ten-year-old was often mistaken for seven or eight, despite being a ten-year-old alpha. And while they were both alphas, they’d been caught kissing behind an oak tree where a delta warrior had been walking past.

Bucky proudly took the younger wolf’s hand, the eleven-year-old alpha glaring at the much older delta, “don’t speak in an ill manner about my mate, delta!”

“Bunch of queers,” he growled, glaring between the two pups, “your fathers should beat some sense into ya. Both alphas. Both boys. You’re disgusting!”

“I said don’t speak about my mate!” Bucky growled, projecting his aura outward as he sneered at the delta, his teeth baring. The delta twitched, and his eyes widened. He was surprised that the young pup was affecting him.

He stumbled back, falling into a kneeling position.

And while that would have satisfied most other wolves, Bucky and Steve could hear the delta continuing to discuss his disgust at the romantic entanglement between the two pups.

The scene was so uncommon that even amidst the summit going on about them, a crowd of other wolves had looked at them with interest.

“APOLOGIZE!” Bucky hissed at the man, continuing to project his aura.

The delta growled, the pain racking his body as he continued to submit to the child, “Fuck you, you faggy little mutt! Fuck you and your faggot mate! I’m not apologizing for shit!”

“I SAID APOLOGIZ-“

“BUCKY!”

Bucky stopped projecting his aura outwards as his own father, as well as Steve’s, came into view.

“Father…”

“What on earth is going on here?” Alpha Barnes growled.

“This is supposed to be a peace summit!” Alpha Rogers joined in.

Both Bucky and Steve looked away from one another. Bucky dropped his partner’s hand.

“WELL?” Alpha Barnes bellowed, turning his attention between Bucky, Steve, and the delta from his pack, “SPEAK!”

“My alpha…your son…he-“

“HE WHAT?”

“He’s a queer!” the delta spat, spitting at the ground in front of Bucky, “saw him and the other alpha boy kissing behind a tree. Fucking kissing!”

“He’s my mate!” Bucky said firmly, “Steve is my mate!”

Alpha Barnes and Rogers looked uncomfortable as they shifted their attention between their sons. The two alphas had always known that their sons were close, but they both always chose to ignore just how close Steve and Bucky were.

“Steve?”

“James?”

Bucky could feel the disappointment in his father’s voice. Just as he could feel it in Steve’s fathers. Neither one of them were an omega. And if they mated one another, that meant unless they took on a female, there would be no heirs for either pack.

His stomach turned.

While being gay wasn’t illegal in his or Steve’s packs, it was still frowned upon if you were a warrior, or a future alpha of the pack.

He knew that by proclaiming Steve to be his mate, he was going to deny any obligations to create an heir. Or at least, that’s how it would look to other wolves within both packs.

“I love him, father.” Bucky said firmly.

His father’s jaw twitched, and he looked at Steve, “and you, son?”

“I-Bucky is my mate, Alpha Barnes. I love him!”

“Disgusting!” the delta growled.

“It seems that someone would be challenging your mateship, young alpha!” Joe Rogers smirked, hoping to scare the young pups away from their love, “is that something that you two are willing to stand for?”

“Then let them!” Bucky replied firmly, “I will never stop loving Steve. He is my mate!”

“Alpha Barnes…” Joe Rogers smiled, “you know what a challenge to mateshp means…”

“Delta, are you challenging my son’s mateship to young alpha Steve Rogers?”

The delta gave a sickening smirk as he nodded, his nostrils flaring, “it’s unnatural is what it is. And I refuse to let my future alpha mate another man…it’s not right!”

“Delta…be smart with your words,” Bucky hissed, knowing where it was going, “if you challenge my mateship to alpha Steve, I will show no mercy.”

“And I will end you. There will never be a time where my future alpha is a fag!” he hissed, “royalty or not. I will not stand behind it.”

“Death trials!” the eleven-year-old proclaimed confidently as he once again took Steve’s hand in his own, “if you challenge my mateship, then I will challenge you to the death trials in accordance to the Barnes pack!”

“Your death warrant, kid!”

“Alpha…”

Bucky felt a phantom pain in his arm, and he whimpered, remembering the first time his relationship with Steve was questioned.

While he’d managed to beat a full-grown adult at a death trial, he’d lost his arm in the process.

And Steve had made it clear to him that he wasn’t going to let the alpha lose a part of himself every time someone questioned their relationship. He’d broken up with him shortly after, leaving Bucky angry over his love for the other alpha.

“Steve made his choice…” Bucky muttered sadly, “he made his choice years ago…”

“Alpha…”

Bucky frowned at the sadness in his luna’s voice, “Cinna…Steve-he-he’s not the same Steve I knew when we were pups. He’s not the same Steve that you’ve gotten to see. He’s under Sharon’s thumb. The only similarities are that he abandoned both of us when he got scared to stand up for his love.”

“He’s our mate, alpha…”

Bucky could feel the sadness filling the room and he closed his eyes, nodding to Clint, “let Sam in so that we can hear him out.”

He felt Cinna clutching onto his arm and he sighed, “Thank you, alpha…”

“I have not promised anything, Cinna…I’m merely hearing Sam out,” he pointed out, “you may not like the answer that passes from my lips just yet.”

The door opened further, and Sam was shown into it, a solemn look on his face as he bowed ever so slightly to the alpha and omega.

“You have asked for the presence of myself and my mate,” Bucky said in a low, firm tone, “What news do you have, Sam?”

“A spy from Sharon’s inner circle…she’s loyal to the Rogers pack,” he admitted with a frown, “I was told that Sharon plans on killing Steve after his next rut. She’s drawing her power from him, but she’s going to remove her mark on him and kill him now that neither you or Cinna have come for him.”

Cinna gasped, and Bucky pulled her close.

“W-why would she kill him now?” she asked nervously, “he-he’s been with her for years. It’s been months since the summit and-“

“He’s outlived his use to her.” Sam pointed out, “she’s all but imprisoned anyone left loyal to Steve. The Rogers pack is all but wiped out and she’s claimed the lands for the Carter pack. And the news of your pregnancy has hit. She knows that you and Bucky have no more ties to Steve, and have chosen to move on with your lives without him. Part of her had been holding out hope that by keeping Steve around, she would weaken the two of you. She is tired of keeping him a POW when he has no use.”

“Bucky, we have to help him…”

Bucky’s jaw twitched but he said nothing.

“I wouldn’t tell you if I knew that either of you had moved on, alpha Barnes…”

“You may leave…” Bucky said firmly, looking to the door.

“Bucky, what are we going to-“

“Omega…we will discuss this later!” Bucky muttered, taking his leave of her, “I-I need to think…alone.”

Steve snarled at the woman before the door was wholly open. The rings of yellow turning amber around his eyes as he started to go feral.

“Oh, come on now, Steve,” she smiled as she sauntered into the room and closed the door behind her, “don’t be like that.”

He growled, refusing to speak to her. She took another step into the room, and he tried to lunge at her, but was caught by the chains around his neck.

His back hit the ground with a heavy thud, and he was immediately coughing. Rolling to his side he groaned.

“There’s no point in trying to fight me,” she reminded him, “I have all the power here, Steve…”

“Go to hell!” he spat, attempting to fight away the baser instincts while he shook, “GO AWAY!”

“Aww, but Steve, I came bearing a present!” she smiled. She knocked on the door and it opened. An omega from his pack was tossed in. She fell to the floor and Steve’s head snapped up.

“NO!”

“She’s here for you to use, Steve!” Sharon smirked, “might as well use her. I mean, you’ve been in a rut now for nearly a week…and we both know the longer you hold out the worse it will be.”

“Alpha!” she whimpered, looking up at him.

Steve’s heart broke.

He had made a promise, sealing the traditional oath when he had become the alpha of the Rogers pack, that he would protect his own. But here a young omega was, roughly nineteen or twenty. He could spot the marred chemical burns from Sharon’s people undoubtedly removing the mating mark on her neck.

He’d vaguely recalled who she was, knowing that her mate was among one of the first warriors of his that Sharon had killed.

She was dirty and looked exhausted.

Broken even.

“Just kill me!” she begged him, “please kill me, alpha…I-I don’t want to live any longer…not under this she-wolf…her lieutenants-they-”

But she had stopped herself, sobbing against the dirty rags she wore.

“What did you do to her?” Steve roared angrily, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY PACK?”

“This one in particular?” Sharon smiled, before launching a kick to the omega. She whimpered and fell to her side, and Steve saw the bruising on her thighs as the rags she wore slid up her legs, “well, let’s just say she’s one of the girls that takes care of my warriors and thanks them for their service.”

“Alpha…”

Steve’s stomach turned.

“You’re a monster!”

Sharon cackled and kicked the omega again, pushing her closer to the nearly feral alpha, “come on, Steve…my boys say she knows how to take an alpha’s cock…cries a little at first, but I know when you get started, you won’t even notice…that hindbrain will take over and you’ll lose control, knotting the little bitch. And before you know it, you’ll be gutting her because she’s not your precious little CInna!”

“I WON’T HARM MY PACK!” Steve spat, his shakes becoming worse as he tried to fight off what Sharon was saying would happen. His hindbrain was coming alive, and he knew that it was only a matter of time as the tremors worked harder on his hands.

“You’re not as strong as you once were, Steve,” she laughed, pushing the omega into Steve’s area. He pushed himself back, away from her, and Sharon continued to kick her closer, until she was almost into Steve’s area herself, “take her, Steve. Fuck her and then kill her. DO IT!”

Steve looked down to the sobbing woman, feeling the wolf starting to come forward as his own willpower bent to her exposed aura. He closed his eyes, and looked away from the woman as he felt his claws coming out of his hand.

He screamed in anguish as he tore into the hardwood floors.

“I’m so sorry!” he sobbed, as his hand reached out, and screams filled the room.

Chapter 26

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sams-sass · 1 year

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Bound

Part One

Hey hey hey!! Here is my new Alpha!Sam fic. I really hope you guys enjoy this! Its somewhat of an AU, but Sam and Dean are still hunters.

Read Part Two Here:

Unchained

Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.

Warnings: Eventual smut, talk of capture, talk of mistreatment, talk of fear and anguish, reader is a virgin. This is angsty, but it ends happy because I literally cannot make Sam sad.

Note: @never--doubt, @emoryhemsworth, @hintsofhoney and I were talking about an innocent reader fic. So this is mine.

I would like to give a special thank you and shout out to my beautiful and brilliant Betas @emoryhemsworth @440mxs-wife @makeadealwithdean and @never--doubt you guys helped me so much with this fic. Reading and rereading. Listening to my ideas. Thank you thank you thank you!!!

Pairings: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Prologue

It started with the war. Hundreds to thousands of boys and men were sent to fight and die for a country that didn't provide the service back. Most of them were Alphas. Their Omegas were left at home for months, years, or sometimes until the boney hands of death also claimed them. Their natural cycles and heats were not being met with what they needed most—their Alphas. The Omegas called for their mates. Their desperate and wild howls filled the night air. The moon wept alongside her sisters.

Generations came and went, and as time passed, a dip in the presentation of Omegas occurred. Not only were they becoming increasingly rare, but they were also going extinct. The mother of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas became a commodity. Bought and sold to the highest bidder in hopes of breeding an Omega.

Once held in the highest regard, their presentation became seen as weak and dependent. Omegas were to be captured and stowed away in a house of their own kind. They would be kept pure, letting their heats dissolve them every month in agony. They do not allow them any contact with Alphas. A select few Betas can be in their presence. The only Alphas now who could claim an Omega have to pay the price.

Only a twist of fate can undo the ties that bind. -------------------- As you strolled through the farmers market, you let your hands touch soaps, fruits, vegetables, and fabrics. The spring air blew strands of your hair off your shoulders, filling your nose with its new and crisp scent. You turned your face toward the high morning sun, feeling the heat soak through your t-shirt and leggings.

"Hey, Ness." You greeted your friend as you ducked under a tent.

"Hey, Y/N." She called back, looking at you over her shoulder.

"Got anything good for me today?" You asked, bending at the waist to check out her selection of fruits and vegetables.

"Well, seeing as you are late..." She said, turning to face you fully.

"Ugh, I know!" You said. "I couldn't make myself get out of bed this morning. I just felt this pull for more sleep." You explained, picking up an orange for inspection.

"Still, I saved you the best tomatoes," Vanessa said, her smile wide as she handed you the brown paper bag.

"You are literally the best. I love you." You said as you took the bag from her hands, peeking at the red and orange heirloom tomatoes.

"Love you more." She said back. You fell into an easy routine with your friend. She was a Beta. Her sweet and clean smell filled your nose. Vanilla and ripe summer strawberries. You were also a Beta. Your presentation had not been typical, but it wasn't entirely abnormal.

You were about to ask Ness if she wanted to come over tonight when it hit you. The scent filled your entire body. It smelt of soft sandalwood, the woodsy and fresh aroma reminding you of springtime. Green and young foliage kissed by the sun and air for the first time. A heavy musk lay underneath. Old books with spines that crack from time passing. Your fingers could almost feel the worn and read pages between them. The wind shifted, and you could now smell pine. The ever-true and mighty trees covered with heavy snow still stand tall in the changing environment. Your mouth watered at the scent of orange. You could practically taste the sweet and tart juice rolling across your tongue and sliding down your throat. It's supple nectar refreshing and filling you. You could feel the heat of a bonfire on a cool summer evening burn across your flesh, its incandescent smell warming you from the inside out. Soothing mint was the final scent you picked up. Clean and bright. Fresh. It cleared your senses until it was all you could scent...all you could feel was him.

"Do you smell that?" You asked out loud. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and your knees buckled involuntarily. You let out a gasp that turned into a moan. Your tongue felt thick with moisture. Your head lolled back on your shoulders.

"What is happening?" You asked through panting and panicked breaths. You felt like you were being watched, and your head snapped forward, looking...for what, you weren't sure. You flicked the hair out of your eyes, and that's when you saw him. He was tall. Standing above everyone else. He wore a blue jacket with a black flannel underneath. His brown hair blew softly in the breeze. He was incredibly handsome. Long limbs and broad shoulders. Defined cheekbones and a strong jaw, softened by baby-pink lips and expressive eyes. His mouth sat slightly open, his chest heaving with full breaths. His eyes locked onto yours, and the cramps rolled through you.

"Oh, my god." You practically shouted, your hands flying to your stomach.

"Y/N, what the hell is going on?" Vanessa asked, her voice worried and confused. You gasped as you fell to the ground, your hand knocking over fruits and vegetables as you tried to catch yourself.

"Holy shit," Vanessa said, covering her mouth. "You're an Omega."

You curled inward as a fresh wave of cramps moved through you. When you looked up, there he was. Crouching in front of you. His hazel eyes were determined yet concerned. He held his hand out to you, offering you help. You couldn't explain why, but you trusted him. Your fingers danced over his, his body pulling you back to standing. The moment your skin touched his, you knew. You had read about his. True mates. There was no record of a true mate in over a century. They had been eradicated from the treatment of Omegas. Or so you thought. Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt the slick leak between your legs. He caught the smell of it, and you saw his eyes turn wild. His hand practically yanked you toward him, his opposite arm holding you tightly against his chest.

"Omega." His voice was thick and weighted with arousal. Your knees buckled again, but he caught you this time. His hand came up to wipe the hair away from your forehead.

"You're my..." You mumbled through panting breaths and moans. Your cramps were getting worse, overtaking your entire body. He looked deeply at you then. His sunset eyes were staring into yours. Intertwined in green, blue, and gold, you saw your life waiting for you. It was then that you realized the others around you. Alphas from all over the surrounding area were closing in on you. He noticed them too. A protective and possessive growl came from deep within his chest. He turned and tucked you behind him, his arms holding you tightly. Using himself as a shield as he slowly backed up while assessing the situation.

A whistle broke through the crowd. Your head turned to see dozens of guards racing through the farmers market. They had nightsticks, guns, and gas that they were threatening the descending Alphas with.

"No." Your Alpha said, moving you to the front of his body and wrapping you into an unyielding embrace. Despite all the action, you couldn't help your body's response to being surrounded by his scent. You fisted his shirt in your hands, trying to get as close as possible.

The guards came for him. There were about 20. Your Alpha tried to hold onto you, but there were too many. He unwillingly let you go and began to fight them off. Sometimes taking two of three at a time. You watched in fear and amazement as his massive form made quick work of each guard. His arms and legs struck their target each time precisely. Another Alpha jumped in as well. He fought off the guards alongside your Alpha. Their movements were calculated and practiced. They were experienced. You stared at the two of them, still wrecked with cramps and sweat.

Suddenly, hands wrapped around your arms. You tried kicking. You tried yanking your arms away. You tried flailing your entire body. They were too strong. Alarm and panic coursed through your veins. You let out a scream, your desperation evident. Your Alpha turned then. His nostrils flared. There was so much anger and aggression in his focused eyes. You watched his large hands ball into fists at his side. His lip curled over his front teeth as he charged at the guards, his body only seeking yours. The other Alpha, who was fighting with him, ran as well. The guards all blocked you, standing between you and your Alpha. You watched as he screamed, punched, and kicked. You saw the agony and peril written across his handsome face as they threw you into the van. You made eye contact with him. You reached out your hand, desperately trying to get back to him.

"I will find you! Do you hear me? I will come for you. My Omega!" He screamed, his eyes holding yours with certainty. His voice was the last thing you heard before the needle pinched your skin and sleep took you. ---------------------- "Come on, man! I just wanna sleep!" Dean whined, his head turning to the other side of the pillow.

"I can go without you. I just wanted to let you know I'm taking the car." Sam said, already picking up the keys.

"What?" Dean shot up. "Why do you need the car?"

"Because it's a few miles away," Sam explained.

"Fine. They better have coffee." Dean mumbled as he dramatically threw the covers off him and stumbled into the bathroom.

"It's a farmers market, Dean. Of course, they will have coffee." Sam said, rolling his eyes and waiting for his brother.

"And bacon!" Dean shouted.

"I'll call ahead." Sam shot back sarcastically. ---------------------- "What the fuck, Sam? I don't see any bacon!" Dean asked, his face twisted in annoyance.

"Have a muffin," Sam said, pointing to the first thing he saw.

"You have a muffin!" Dean poked his finger into Sam's chest.

"I told you, you didn't have to come," Sam said.

"Right. Like I'm gonna let you leave Baby here with all these..." Dean paused, flailing his hands around dramatically. "Vegetarians!" He whisper yelled before he stalked away.

Sam shook his head and laughed lightly at his brother's usual antics before returning to the canvas bag display before him. He lifted his head to look at the booth next to him when it hit him. The purest and most intoxicating scent filled his lungs.

It smelt of jasmine, its sensual and feminine smell wrapping around him. He could see the fields of lavender in his mind. Their gorgeous purple color contrasts the lush green grass in which they grow. The floral scent was wild yet tamed, making his hands ball into fists at his side. His tongue felt heavy at the taste of honey, his mouth savoring its nutty and woodsy aroma. He smelt spices, cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg. Their nostalgic and balmy perfumes reminded him of autumn. How the seasons change brought new life to the earth. Sam could virtually feel the rain dance across his body. Goosebumps covered his flesh at the humid and earthy smell bringing him almost to his knees. His pupils dilated at the fresh and invigorating fragrance of freshly cut lemon. Its sticky and citrus juices awakened his senses until all that was left for Sam to see or feel...was you.

He saw you then, hunched over and panting. Your eyes locked on his, and his world stopped spinning. All the air left his lungs, and the blood ran hotter in his veins. You grabbed your stomach, your face scrunching in confusion and pain. You fell to the ground, and Sam took off toward you. Shoving and pushing anyone and everyone out of his way until he was crouching before you. He stretched his hand out to help. He knew the instant your delicate touch caressed his scared and calloused skin. Sam caught the scent of your slick sliding down your legs and had to keep himself from ripping your clothes off. He ran his hands over your hair, feeling the heat from your body as he pulled you close.

"Omega," He claimed.

"Your my..." Your voice was breathy and dazed. Sam knew what you meant. True mates. Even in his delirium, he knew this was exceedingly rare. He tilted your head back to look directly into your eyes. Swimming among the specks of Y/E/C, he saw everything he could ever need. ----------------- Your hand was reaching toward him. His love. His Omega. His unclaimed mate. He reached back. Your beautiful eyes were full of fear and agony. It killed him to watch you in pain and sorrow.

"I will find you! Do you hear me? I will come for you. My Omega!" He pledged to you and himself. The guards slammed the doors of the van and sped away. It took over 15 guards to hold Sam and Dean back from you. They finally broke away and raced toward the Impala. Dean jumped across the hood to climb into the front seat.

"What the fuck is going on, man?" Dean screamed once they took off driving. Sam didn't answer right away; he just sat in brooding silence. His hands balled tightly into fists on his lap. Dean screamed his name, and Sam finally snapped out of it.

"I don't know," Sam said truthfully. "I think...no...I know, she is my true mate."

"True mate?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam. "When was the last time that happened?"

"Over a century ago," Sam answered.

"Whoa." Was all Dean said, his hand running through his spiked hair.

Despite their best efforts, they lost the van carrying you. Sam shook with anger and frustration. His mind and body swinging between hectic depression and chaotic rage. Now that he had seen you. Scented you. Heard your angelic voice...he could never be without you.

They pulled into Singer Auto the next day. Sam closed the door and immediately started pacing. Bobby greeted them outside with beers in his hands.

"What's got you two all riled up?" Bobby asked around the lip of his beer can.

"I met my true mate. They took her from me, Bobby. They took my Omega." Sam said. His voice was primal sounding. Bobby lowered his beer can, his brow stitching together on his forehead. He looked at Sam as if he was crazy, glancing between both boys for more information.

"Your true mate?" Bobby asked. "Sam...there hasn't been a documented case of true mates in..." Bobby trailed off. His head shook in disbelief.

"Over a century. I know." Sam finished for him. He sounded impatient.

"It's true, Bobby. I saw it all. She presented in the middle of a farmers market." Dean piped in.

"What?" Bobby looked as if he had just been punched in the stomach.

"Yeah. Us and about 50 guards from the government had to fight off like 25 other Alphas who were all called there by her presentation." Dean explained.

"And you're sure it was you, son?" Bobby asked. Sam pricked at the question but remained in control.

"It didn't happen until we made eye contact." Sam verified.

"My god," Bobby said. His eyebrows raised to his hairline.

"Bobby. I need to know where they are kept, the Omegas. I need to find her. I need to rescue her. Every minute that I am without her is agony to me. It has only been a day, and I feel like I'm gonna combust. I feel like a part of me is missing. I need to be with her. I need...her. Just her." Sam said, his voice softening.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know. I-I don't even know if there is just one house or several." Bobby said regretfully. Sam let out a breath that turned into a growl, his hands raking through his hair.

"Well, boys, it looks like we have some work to do," Bobby said more confidently. ----------------------- You awoke in your new room. It was bland. All sense of individuality was gone. The walls were beige. The bedding was beige. Even the furniture was a withered beige. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes and feeling the tears come. In all the turmoil at the farmer's market, you didn't have time to fully understand what was happening. The fear settled over your shoulders like a cold, scratchy blanket offering no warmth.

Your body curled into itself tightly. Cramps still sat deep in your abdomen. A constant and aching reminder of your new reality. The tears fell hot and heavy down your cheeks, their salty taste getting caught in your mouth. You sniffled and pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes. Your breath was wet sounding as you cried in your lonely room. You got out of bed and went to the door, swallowing thickly from nerves. Eyes closed as your fingers felt the cold metal of the handle. You turned it. Locked.

"No. No. No. No. Please. No." You said in total defeat. Your voice pendulated from small and meek to loud and angry as you continued your protest. You ran your hands over the door, looking for any way out.

"You can move around the house once your heat is over." Someone spoke. They were right outside the door. Your breath caught in your throat, and you stepped backward in fear.

"Don't be scared." She spoke again. There was the sound of a key turning in a lock. The door opened, and a woman walked through. She was beautiful with wavy raven-colored hair that fell to her mid-back. She wore a long black dress that accentuated her cleavage. Her olive skin was highlighted with freckles and beauty marks. Large dark brown eyes found yours, and a calm smile sat on her lips.

"My name is Violet. I am the head Omega of this house." ---------------------- Four months Later The Omega house was strange. Most women here were kind and compassionate. Most days passed with walks around the property. Reading in the small library and eating meals with some other Omegas here. You had classes on how to be a good Omega. How to best manage your heats. And how to keep your Alpha happy. It was misogynistic and disgusting, but you were holding it together. It was alright per se, but it wasn't home. There were two times when the house was miserable. Once was when you had your heat. You were forced to stay in your room. Given only essential over-the-counter medication for the pain. No matter how bad the cramps were. No matter how loudly you pleaded. You were not allowed to touch yourself. Not allowed anything that could provide some relief for the aching pulse between your legs. Some have even been tied down because they could not stop. However, the worst days were the days when the Alphas visited. They came in with confidence unlike you had ever seen. Their fancy cars and clothes could not mask their true nature. They saw you all as property. They didn't ask permission to touch or scent you. They didn't want to talk to you or find themselves in any kind of courtship. They tried to claim you as their own. They wanted to own you. Today was one of those days.

You took a deep breath, running your hands over the white dress you had to wear when the Alphas were here. It fits tightly across your chest, flowing slightly at your waist. The hem fell around your calf, showing your bare feet. You rubbed your bicep nervously and prayed that you didn't get chosen. You had lucked out the past four months and hoped your luck could get you one more month. A bit more time for him to find you. You knew he was looking. You closed your eyes at night and pictured his handsome face. His strong yet gentle hands holding you. His warm and perfect mouth...

Violet's voice calling all of you interrupted your thoughts. You rolled your eyes and made your way downstairs to greet the Alphas. You stood with the other Omegas. Some of them like you, begging to not be chosen, while others did whatever they could for an Alpha's attention. The door opened, and several men walked through. You could feel the arrogance and pride rolling off of them.

Violet introduced all of you. You felt like you were up for auction. It was sick and twisted. There was nothing weak or feeble about you or anyone here. All of these women deserved love and affection from someone of their choosing. Someone who loved them the way they deserved to be loved and adored. You left your body, flying high into the air, your mind conjuring up memories of your Alpha. His lips. His hands. His pointed nose. His green and gold eyes. How protective he was of you. Holding you like it was his last day.

A finger trailing over your neck pulled you back into the room with everyone. You slid your eyes over to the Alpha smiling in front of you. He leaned in, moving your hair out of the way so he could put his face into the crook of your neck. He took a large breath. Goosebumps covered your skin, and you did everything possible to not look as disgusted as you felt.

"I like this one." The Alpha moaned. His lips gave you a small kiss before he pulled away.

"Yes, I would like to have her." His eyes raked over your body. "Whatever the cost." He added.

"Very well, Alpha Luke," Violet said, her eyes staring forward. Your heart sank in your chest. What? You had been bought? You were going to be this Alpha's wife? Panic began to drip down your spine. Your stomach felt sour and sick. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood to keep yourself from screaming.

"When will she be ready?" Luke asked.

"Tomorrow evening," Violet said.

"I'll be here at 6 sharp." He turned and took a few steps before turning back around. "Have her in more revealing clothes." He said with a wicked grin.

The door to your room closed. The lock slid into place. Its sound echoed as a physical manifestation of your sealed fate. --------------------------- "Oh, my god," Dean mumbled around a pancake.

"What?" Sam asked, lifting his head from his laptop. He hadn't slept or eaten in days.

"I found it," Dean said. His face was bright, and his smile wide.

"You found..." Sam trailed off.

"The last house," Dean assured him, turning the computer so Sam could look.

"Let's go," Sam said. His voice was authoritative and raw.

Over the past four months, Sam, Dean, and Bobby had been on a never-ending search. They watched and observed wealthy Alphas. Following them to Omega houses. Sam trying to find you through your scent. Every time he walked away more disappointed than the last. He knew you were waiting for him. Sometimes, in the still hours of early morning, he swore he could feel your heart beating in his chest. He had to get to you. You were all he could think about. He could not rest until you were safe in his arms. Food lost its flavor. Whiskey no longer burned. All the things that once brought him joy felt useless and limp. He needed you. ---------------- You sat in the bath as it was custom for Omegas on their selling day. Four other Omegas sat around you. The water didn't feel warm to you. You had lost all sense of perception of the world around you. You almost felt catatonic from ache and anguish. You no longer felt the soapy sponge on your flesh or the delicate fingers that washed your hair. Your mind receded into itself. Not allowing you to accept that tonight you would be wed. Tonight a stranger would take you as his own. Laying a claimed mark on your skin. Time was up. Your Alpha couldn't find you. And now, even if he did. You would legally belong to someone else in only a few short hours.

This house and its customs. This society and its rules. They may contractually bind you to someone for money. But your heart could speak for itself. Your heart belonged to him. Your soul resided with his. Your Omega was his absolute pairing. A man whose name you didn't even know. And yet, he was yours. And you were his until the end of your days.

The Omega's helped you dress. A white outfit sat in front of you. It was what the Alpha had requested. The top was a lace corset highlighting your breasts with a matching skirt that fell to your upper thighs. The lace was not opaque. You could see your white underwear and a gathering of lace hid your nipples. Although it was clearly made to be removed, it was rather elegant. You looked in the mirror and closed your eyes. Even though this was one of the most sensual and beautiful items you had worn. You never felt more disgusting.

The ceremony started, and you practically lurched forward from nausea. You caught yourself on the railing, descending the staircase as you were told. Another Omega had been chosen as well. Her name was Tanya. You didn't know her well, but having her next to you was helping slightly.

You reached the end of the stairs and saw Luke waiting there. His eyes looked over you with a controlling lust that made your skin crawl. You lowered your head and walked over to him. His scent reeked of wet dog to you. He reached up and touched your cheek. It felt almost kind. Until his hand wrapped around your jaw and he yanked you towards him, your lips pulled uncomfortably together at his harsh touch.

"Mine." He growled in your face. The tears prickled in the corners of your eyes. Then...you smelt him. That delicious woodsy and citrus scent. Your eyes rolled back, and a sharp breath pulled into your lungs. Luke smelt him too. His lip curled. His head turned toward the entryway. The large doors began to shake against their hinges. Your breathing became loud and erratic. The wood began to creak and moan against the assault. Luke pulled you toward him, his arm wrapping around your waist. You tried to fight him off, pushing on his forearm.

The doors finally gave. They hit the house's walls with a resounding bang that echoed throughout the room. He stood in the middle of the doorway. His massive form was emphasized under the milky glow of the full moon. He wore a simple black t-shirt and jeans. His muscular arms were defined by the shadows of night. His face was stoic and stern. He wore a few days of stubble across his chiseled jaw. You stopped struggling when his eyes connected with yours. As soon as he saw you, his shoulders pushed back. His body stood to its full height, his head tilting up in dominance. It was as if time stood still. Your pounding heart was the only thing you could hear.

"'Mega." Your presentation was rounded beautifully by his flawless lips. The moment his boot crossed the door's threshold, guards were on him. Luke sneered, shoving you behind him. Your Alpha pushed the guards away one by one, his large and powerful hands all but throwing them aside like ragdolls. The same Alpha from the farmers market slid behind him on his knees. His body attacking with the same ferocity as your Alpha. The guards didn't give up without a fight. They continued to attack. Your Alpha landed several punches that knocked guards out cold. You swallowed, watching the sheer power coming from him. The guards left the other Alpha, and all came for yours then. His body taking hits from every side. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. Luke pounced, his fists flailing. The sounds of a fight filled the room. Hard contact of skin on skin. Low and heavy grunts.

You flung yourself into the pile, jumping on top of Luke. He threw you to the ground forcefully. You got back up and flicked your hair out of the way.

"Go! I got them, go!" The other Alpha screamed. He squeezed himself into the pile so your Alpha could break free. You started walking toward him, but Luke once again grabbed you. You flailed and kicked, and your Alpha pumped his arms to fight him. You spun in Luke's grasp, holding onto his shoulders and kneeing him hard between his legs. He fell, letting you free. You ran to your Alpha. He held his arms out for you. You jumped onto him, your body wrapping around his chest. He encased you fully into his arms. He backed you against the wall, looking deeply into your eyes. He lowered his head and ran his nose over your neck, scenting you. Your eyes fluttered.

"Omega." He mumbled.

"You came for me." You whispered. Your breath was low and deep in your lungs.

"I promised you I would." He moved his head to the other side of your neck. You gripped his shirt in your hands, rolling your hips against his. He groaned in your ear, his fingers digging into the exposed flesh of your thigh.

"Are you kidding?! Get in the fucking car!" The other Alpha screamed, breaking free from the assault. Your Alpha then ran out of the house with you, throwing you into the back of an old but well-taken-care-of car. The other Alpha jumped into the driver's seat and sped off. The two of you looked at each other in the back seat. You were both breathless and wide-eyed.

"I'm Sam." He said, turning fully to face you. You let the sound ring in your ears. His name. You finally knew his name.

"Y/N." You said with a genuine smile. You watched as his lips silently repeated your name. Sam reached forward and pulled a jacket from the car's front seat. He draped it across your shoulders and smiled at you. He had dimples that eased his dominant appearance and gave him a boyish charm. You lowered your nose to the collar and inhaled deeply. You curled inward at being completely surrounded by his scent.

"I'm Dean, by the way." The other Alpha said. "Not that anyone cares." He mumbled.

"I care." You piped up. "Hi, Dean. Thank you for helping to save me." You said politely.

"You're welcome." He looked at you in the rearview mirror.

Dean drove like a madman to ensure you would not be followed. Taking numerous side streets and even dirt roads through fields. The trip lasted a while until you finally pulled into a motel. You and Sam got out; they had already gotten two rooms. Dean went to stow the car somewhere in the woods.

You walked into the motel room, and suddenly everything felt real. This was real. You were with your Alpha. You swallowed nervously, and your fingers played with the hem of Sam's jacket sleeve.

He reached up to touch your face, and you instinctively backed away, cursing yourself as soon as you did it.

"Were you...?" Sam trailed off, letting him fill in the blanks. You looked down at the floor and tried to think of how to tell him.

"I don't want you to be frightened. You probably saw some scary things locked away in there. I want....No. I need you to know that I would never hurt you. You are my true mate." Sam said.

"Don't worry, Alpha. I assure you, I have been kept pure." You said, keeping your eyes down.

"You think your purity concerns me?" Sam asked you, his face tight with disbelief.

"They told me it was important." You explained. Your voice was small.

"Maybe to some Alphas, it is. To me, however, your well-being is what concerns me. I am your Alpha. Your protector. Your provider. I don't care what they told you in that house. I am telling you now that I am only concerned with your safety and happiness." Sam took three steps to close the distance between you. He took your face into his massive hands.

"I am not asking you if you are pure. I am asking if they hurt you?" His thumb came under your chin to lift your face to look at him.

"Not in that way, no." You said, feeling your confidence starting to emerge again from his words.

"Good." He said, keeping his emotions under control, although you did see him bristle. He glanced down and then back up, his eyes narrowing.

"When you say 'pure'...?" His voice questioning.

"Uh. Yes. I am a virgin." You said, your words were shakey with fear as you spoke them. His eyes widened, and his lips parted.

"What? I...Y/N..." His shocked face read so many different emotions.

"Does that scare you?" You asked.

"Not at all. If anything...it makes me want you even more." He confessed.

"Oh." Was all you said, looking away sheepishly.

"Can I ask why?" He asked.

"It just never felt right. I guess now I know why." You touched his face, running your thumb over his cheek. His eyes closed at the gesture.

"Have you done...anything?" He asked, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

"Yes. I have done some stuff." You answered honestly.

"Have you ever...had an orgasm?" He asked you, his voice shy.

"Yes." You admitted.

"But never during your heat?" He asked.

"Yes, it was during my heat." You corrected him.

"But I read the Omegas are forbidden...you weren't allowed to touch yourself," Sam was confused.

"They could stop my hands but couldn't stop my mind." You said. The confidence you once had coming back.

"Your mind? You thought about something?" Sam asked, his voice growing heavier.

"Not something, someone." You whispered, turning your head to kiss his wrist. Sam brought you even closer to him.

"You thought about...?" His body melted into yours.

"I thought about you, Sam. Only you. Thinking about my Alpha. My perfect mate. Even without your touch, you brought me to highs I never thought I could reach." You said, your body pressing harder into Sam's.

"I thought of you too, Y/N. When I was in my rut, I felt like I was about to explode. Thinking of you. Picturing your warm and pure scent. Imagining your soft body against me. Wondering what your name would feel like to finally fall off my lips. I could have sworn I could taste you. Thinking of you gave me the greatest pleasure I have ever known. Until now." He suddenly fell to his knees in front of you. Sam's long arms wrapped around you, his breath becoming heavy and fast. His hands tentatively removed his jacket from around your shoulders. His eyes watching yours to make sure it was ok with you. You nodded, silently begging him to continue.

"I am yours." He whispered. His nose trailed down your chest, his hot breath fanning your breasts.

"From the moment I scented you, I knew you were the most important thing in my life." He dipped his head down to your stomach to deeply inhale your scent. His lips caught on your shirt as he moved back up your body. His fingers gripping the fabric of your skirt. A desperate groan left his mouth.

"We are bound from this day forward. And if fate should be so cruel as to rip me away from you, I will find you in any life after this. You are mine. My Alpha submits to you. My Omega. My moon and stars. My Y/N." Sam's voice was barely above a whisper.

"I am yours, Sam. My Alpha. My sun and skies. Take me." You said through heavy breaths. Your hands took his face between them. Your fingertips traced the outline of his lips.

Sam didn't waste a moment. He instantly stood, grabbing you and taking you with him. He lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. His mouth overtook yours. Hot, wet, and possessive. You kissed him back, your tongue finally tasting him. Of all the times you had imagined this, nothing could have lived up to the real thing. The moment his lips graced yours, the cramps started. Your body fell into its natural heat from being with your Alpha. You gasped and gripped Sam tighter. He could sense it instantly, his primal instincts responding to his Omega. Sam's teeth sunk into your bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood. You moaned into him.

"Claim me." You instructed. You twisted your fingers into Sam's hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to look at you.

"Show everyone who I belong to." You breathed, your voice low and confident.

To Be Continued...

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Her Saviours- Ch.37

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Violence.

Bamby

Sam was being weird. While Dean ordered the coffees and food, you stood with the younger brother and couldn’t help notice that something was off. He was wriggling around like there was something in your pants.

“Thank you.” Dean nodded to the guy who handed him the coffees before he turned to lead your little group away. As you all walked to a table, he noticed Sam’s wriggling. “Dude what's your problem?”

“Nothing, I'm fine,” Sam insisted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Letting it go, Dean got back to the job. “So, ahhh, all right keep going. What about these Tulpas?”

Putting his bag on the table, Sam took a seat as he started to explain, “Ok, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualised a golem in their head. They meditated on it so hard they brought the thing to life. Outta thin air.”

“So?” Dean asked.

Before you could take a seat for yourself, Dean pulled your chair closer to his. You frowned for a short moment before shrugging and plopping yourself into the chair. His arm rested behind it as the two of you sipped at your drinks while Sam spoke.

“That was 20 monks. Imagine what 10,000 web surfers could do. I mean Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard.” Sam pulled his computer out of his bag before starting it up.

“Now wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?”

You shrugged, answering Dean’s question, “How do monsters happen? Maybe people just believe hard enough and then we’ve got bad guys under beds and in closets.”

Dean didn’t look convinced though. “People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?”

“Cuz you're a bad person.” Sam gave him a pointed look before turning his computer to Dean. “And because of this… That's a Tibetan spirit sigil. On the wall of the house. Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this, not even knowing what it was. Now that sigil has been used for centuries, concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass. So people are on the HellHounds website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai ... I mean I don't know, but it might be enough to bring a Tulpa to life.”

“It would explain why he keeps changing,” Dean agreed.

Wriggling again, Sam ignored whatever was annoying him as he went on, “Right, as the legend changes, people think different things, so Mordechai himself changes. Like a game of telephone. That would also explain why the rock salt didn't work.”

“Yeah because he's not a traditional spirit.” Dean nodded. “Ok. So why don't we just...uhh ... get this spirit sigil thingie off the wall and off the website?”

Sam sighed, “Well it's not that simple. You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own.”

“Great. So if he really is a thought form, how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”

“Well it's not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their homepage. Since they've posted the video their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone.”

“Hmph.” Dean considered things for a moment before he reached over and closed Sam’s laptop. “I got an idea. Come on.” His hand fell into yours, leading you up and off your chair as Sam gathered his things.

“Where we going?”

“We gotta find a copy store,” Dean answered, handing you your coffee from the table.

Groaning, Sam tried gathering his things as quickly as possible but he couldn’t stop fidgeting. “Man, I think I'm allergic to our soap or something.” It was then that Dean cracked a smirk and started laughing. Sam turned to him, unimpressed. “You did this? You're a friggin jerk!”

“Oh yeah,” Dean continued to chuckle as he led you away.

It seemed as if their games weren’t over just yet.

…

Dean stepped up to the trailer and paused a moment, looking back at you and Sam before he knocked on the door. There was a pause inside before someone called out.

“Who is it?”

“Come on out here guys, we hear you in there,” he called back to them. There was another pause before the door opened, revealing two guys. “Ah, would you look at that! Action figures in their original packaging. What a shock.”

You’d never met the ghost hunters Sam and Dean had told you about yet. You’d gathered they were nerdy and awkward… you also assumed they’d be Beta. You, of course, were right. But they were still males and once they spotted you, they paused whatever insults they’d been ready to throw at the brothers.

“Guys, we need to talk,” Sam started, ignoring the way they were staring at you.

The dark haired one slapped the other, murmuring something about the guys bringing a chick. The other swallowed around the thick nothing in his throat as he tried not to wobble on the spot.

Trying to save face, the one with glasses pretended to be brave as he shrugged. “Yeah, um, sorry guys. We're ahhh, a little bit busy right now,” he noted as he stepped out of the trailer.

“Ok well we'll make it quick. We need you to shut down your website,” Dean told them simply.

Glasses laughed. “Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell…”

“I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people. And I get stage fright,” the other added.

“Why should we trust you guys?”

Sam sighed, “Look guys. We all know what we saw last night, what's in the house. But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai.”

“That's right.” Dean nodded. “Which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person, somebody could get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Glasses rolled his eyes.

The other one, however, looked uncertain. “Ed, maybe he's got a point, maybe...”

“Nope…” Clearly Glasses- Ed- ran the show. “We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth.”

“Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now-”

Lifting your hand, you pressed it against Dean’s chest to stop him. “Just forget about it, okay? I know you could toss them around like ragdolls, and I could tell them what I found out about Mordechai, but nothing we do will make them help us.” You sighed, “Let’s just go.”

The nerds were suddenly very intrigued.

“Whoa.. whoa…” Ed stepped towards you.

Dean ignored him, looking down at you with a shrug. “Yeah, you're right.”

As the three of you started towards Baby again, the two Betas followed, both of them fumbling over each other’s sentences.

“What you say about...?”

“Hang on a second here.”

“Wait...wait.”

“What thing about Mordechai you guys?”

Reaching the car, Dean reached for your door as he turned to you. “Don’t say anything, sweetheart.”

You paused and sighed, glancing over your shoulder at the Betas with your best sweet eyes. “But if they agree to shut the website down…

“They're not going to do it, you said so yourself,” Dean noted.

Ed stepped forward then, trying his best to look determined and trustworthy. “No wait. Wait. Don't listen to him ok? We'll do it. We'll do it.”

Chewing your lip, you pretended to consider it as you looked at the two of them. “Promise you’ll shut it down?” you asked, doe eyes in full effect.

“Totally,” Ed promised.

Smiling brightly at him, you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the fake death certificate you and Sam had made together at the library earlier. “It's a death certificate,” you started. “From the '30s. We got it at the library.

“Now according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound,” Sam added.

Dean nodded. “That's right he didn't hang or cut himself.”

The one that wasn’t Ed looked shocked. “He shot himself?”

“Yep.” Sam nodded. “With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he's terrified of them.”

“Matter of fact they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds…” Dean paused for dramatic effect before adding, “it'll kill the son of a bitch.”

The three of you watched as the two Betas took the bait. Scurrying off with the fake birth certificate, they hurried back to their trailer, trying to remain cool but completely failing.

Just like that… the plan was in motion.

…

Sitting in a diner, munching on your shared fries with Dean, you watched as Sam reached up to turn off the mechanical fisherman hanging from the wall above your table.

“If you pull that string one more time I'm gonna kill you,” he warned his brother.

Moving fast, Dean pulled the string again, making the fisherman laugh. Sam snatched at the string, shutting it up.

Dean chuckled. “Come on man, you need more laughter in your life. You know you're way too tense.”

“Not too tense.” You grinned, plopping a fry in your mouth.

Dean looked from you to his brother and back, a smirk of his own forming. “You’re a little vixen.” Leaning in, he caught your lips in a kiss as the two of you grinned against each other, his teeth tugging on your lip before he pulled back. Sighing, he turned to Sam again. “They post it yet?”

Without words, Sam turned his computer around, showing you and Dean the new post about Mordechai and his ‘found’ death certificate. You were pretty pleased with the handiwork.

Dean shrugged. “We've learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdock has a fatal fear of firearms. All right. How long do we wait?”

“Long enough for the new story to spread, and the legend to change. I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker,” Sam answered.

“Sweet.” Dean nodded, reaching for his beer. He took a swig and went to put it back down, but found his hand stuck to the bottle. His eyes grew wide, knowingly. “You didn't.”

Sam laughed, pulling out superglue from his pocket. “Oh, I did!”

“You two are impossible.” You rolled your eyes at them, but even you couldn’t help but admit that it was funny.

…

Sitting in Baby, a distance away from Mordechai’s house so you were safe, but close enough so you could see the house in the distance, you held your gun in your lap. The brothers felt better bringing you at night now that you could protect yourself with the gun. But they still didn’t want you in the house.

Watching the place, you waited with baited breath, hoping that they would simply walk out any second now with a job well done.

But the longer you waited… the worse you felt.

Gunshots went off, causing you to jump where you sat. You didn’t move, though. You’d been expecting the gunshots, it was the plan… what you weren’t expecting was the brothers to not leave the house right away.

Something was wrong.

Throwing the car door open, you didn’t bother closing it as you hurried for the house. Throwing the door open, you could hear noise from around the corner. It sounded like Sam struggling.

Moving as fast as your feet would let you, you ran around the corner and found Sam being held against the wall, with the hilt of an axe being dressed against his throat as an imposing man pressed it against his airway.

“Sam!” Lifting your gun, you aimed it at the man who you could only assume was Mordechai before you pulled the trigger.

Mordechai stumbled at the impact of the bullets, but nothing more happened. Letting Sam go, which had him drop to the floor, Mordechai then turned to you. His face pulled into a grin as your eyes went wide… you were in danger.

Stalking towards you with heavy feet, Mordechai lifted his axe and took aim. You flinched, ducking down quickly as he swung the axe. It landed in the rotting wood of the wall, getting stuck momentarily.

“Hey!”

Looking behind you, you spotted Dean with an aerosol can and his lighter at the ready. Scurrying out of the way, you hurried over to him as Mordechai pulled his axe free. He didn’t get the chance to use it, though, before Dean set the can alight, turning it into a flamethrower.

“Go go go!”

Sam hurried over to us, staying low, before he helped me to my feet. Dean was close behind as we all started for the front door.

“Mordechai can't leave the house, we can't kill him.” Dean shrugged. “We improvise.”

Lifting his lighter again, Dean then tossed it on the ground from the direction we’d come from. Flames engulfed the ground where he’d apparently poured something that was highly flammable.

Then the three of you were running, hurrying out of the now burning house. Neither of you stopped until you were on the other side of the bushes.

“That's your solution?” Sam looked at his brother like he was insane. “Burn the whole damn place to the ground?”

“Well nobody will go in anymore. I mean look, Mordechai can't haunt a house if there's no house to haunt. It's fast and dirty but it works,” Dean had a good point.

Sam didn’t look impressed. “Well what if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?”

“Well…” Dean clearly hadn’t thought that over, but he hadn’t had the time to. “Well then we'll just have to come back.”

It was the best option there was.

…

Back at the trailer park, the three of you were waiting and watching as Ed and his friend- who you now knew was called Harry- started towards your little group. They were carrying supplies, clearly ready for a long road trip. There was a smug look about them, more smug than usual.

“Gentlemen, lady.” Ed nodded to the three of you.

“Hey guys.”

“Should we tell 'em?” Harry asked Ed.

Ed shrugged. “Hey, might as well, you know, they're going to read about it in the trades.”

With that being a good enough answer, Harry turned back to the rest of you. “So this morning we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer.”

“Oh yeah, wrong number?” Dean grinned.

Ed glared at him. “No, smart-ass. He read all about the Hell House on our website and wants to option the motion picture rights. Maybe even have us write it.”

“And create the RPG,” Harry added.

“The what?”

You leaned closer to Dean to answer his question, “Role playing game.”

Looking more pleased with himself, Ed continued towards their car. “Anyhoo, ahhh, excuse us, we're off to la-la land.”

As we followed them, Sam spoke up, “Well congratulations guys. That sounds really great.”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “That's awesome, best of luck to you.”

“Oh yeah, luck. That has nothing to do with it. It's about talent. Sheer unabashed talent.” Ed was so full of himself. “Later.”

The two of them piled into their car before driving off.

Watching them leave, Dean scoffed. “Wow.” Shaking his head, he started towards Baby. You followed, slipping your hand into his.

Sam wasn’t too far behind. “I have a confession to make.”

“Hmm?” You looked to your left as he fell into step with you and his brother.

Sam shrugged. “I, uh...I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer.” A sheepish grin found its way onto his lips.

Dean stopped in his tracks and laughed a full belly laugh. “Yeah well I'm the one who put the dead fish in their back seat.”

The two of them cracked up, laughing hard together. You couldn’t help but join them, agreeing that out of all the pranks they’d ever played, they were the two best ones.

“Truce?” Sam offered once you all calmed down.

“Yeah truce,” Dean agreed. “At least for the next 100 miles.”

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welldonebeca · 6 months

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Bonding (I)

Summary: When new feelings are revealed after the changes in their little family, Winchesters realise their relationships needs a little bit more work than they expected. WC: 2.9k Warnings: Dirty thoughts, tension, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, vaginal fingering, thigh riding.

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Sam blinked slowly in the dark, surprised at the light coming from the door and sitting up, quickly looking for the baby monitor to check if any of the kids were awake, seeing them fast asleep in their big crib.

He was surprised, however, when he turned around and realised Dean and Dittie were cuddling and Thea were nowhere to be seen.

Their new bed was just their old beds shoved together, though they were looking into finding a bigger mattress and bed frame, one that fit all four of them.

It was strange, how much Dittie and Dean just transitioned from friends to partners and a full on couple easily. It was like they were waiting for that since they met, and while he was okay with that - he wanted that to happen - it bothered a bit that his relationship with The was absolutely not on that same place.

They were good friends, yes, and their sex life was amazing. But there was a little bit of awkwardness there, they didn't know where to step and what to do to one another when they weren't fucking.

He put himself on his feet, and walked out of the bedroom, checking on the kids in the nursery before moving downstairs to go see what Athena was doing.

He heard some noise, with chairs moving and squeaking and stuff dropping, and frowned in confusion when he realised what was happening, and Thea was about to climb onto stacked chairs, playing fucking dominoes with it to try and get to the higher shelves.

"Hey!" he rushed to her, holding her by the waist and carrying her out of the way. "What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry and small," she pouted, looking clearly tired. "I want the stuff on the top shelf."

Sam knew what was on the top shelf, he was the one he put them there. Everything was Dean's idea, all of the sugary and processed stuff his brother bought, cause Sam was stupid enough to leave his brother alone with the kids and their wives in the grocery shop.

He only let the pups have sugar for special occasions and sometimes for dessert, and to make sure no one would get to it - except for Dean, because Dean would always do it - he put it up there.

Sam didn't worry too much about the girls' diets, they were always eating healthy and with some special treats, but with them pregnant, he didn't want them to have any of that shit! During pregnancy, it was important Omegas had a good nutritious diet.

But tired and hungry Thea was... very cranky Thea. And she didn't look like she was going to take any of his reasoning right now. With Dittie, he could argue and get her to accept his point of view, but Thea's attitude wasn't something he was open to going against.

"I'll get it," he sighed. "You better brush your teeth after this."

Thea scoffed, crossing her arms and sitting down on the nearest chair.

"I want the chips and gummy bears," she remarked.

Sam shook his head, reaching for both the snacks, and looked over at her for an opinion over the two different chips.

"Vinegar, please," she requested.

He picked the snacks up and offered it to her, fixing the chairs around the table and watching her walking into the living room, ready to go back to bed.

He was just about to take the stairs when she called his names.

"Sam?" she asked, a little soft. "Can you stay?"

He stood for the briefest of seconds, surprised, but nodded quickly, walking to her.

"Of course."

Sam walked back to the couch and sat down, spreading one of his arms when she learn in his direction, cuddling to him and opening her chips before turning the TV on.

Yeah, it was best to not stay between her and her vinegar chips.

"You know, I can make some homemade version of those," he offered. "For you."

Thea looked up at him, big brown eyes analysing his face silently, and Sam had to hold back a deep breath.

Sometimes, just sometimes, he just wanted to hear her thoughts, to see what was behind her eyes.

She just chuckled and giggled very softly.

"How would you even have the time, Sam?"

He shrugged. Was that what she thought of him? That he didn't have time for her?

"I will always make time for my..." he stopped, and corrected himself. "You girls."

My girls...

Were they his girls? Sure, Dittie was his girl, and Thea was his Omega too, but... it was... he didn't know.

Sam looped his arm around her, moving his fingers over her belly, already mesmerised about their baby. They were still in their early stage, the first trimester, but he was just imagining how it would be to see them grown, to find out if they were a boy or a girl, or turned out to be more than just one baby again.

He was so distracted he didn't even realise something was wrong until Thea started pulling away.

"Hey," he sat up straight. "Is everything alright?"

Thea nodded, already done with the chips and opening the dummy bears.

"Yeah, it's just my back," she mumbled.

His cheeks felt hot and red as Sam flushed.

"I can give you a massage?" he offered, a little unsure.

Thea turned to him with her eyes even bigger, curious.

"I'll be back," he pressed a kiss to her temple, walking out to get some pillows and using a neck pillow to put under her belly.

Thea was chewing when he came back, looking curious, but stood up for him to reorganise the pillows.

"Do I take off my shirt?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He licked his lips.

"Uh..." he looked for words. "Yes, yes. That would work."

As if he hadn't seen her butt naked. As if he hadn't made her ride his face in the car, if he hadn't fucked a baby into her.

Sam watched silently as she put her gummies and took off her shirt - one of Dean's shirts, actually, and the only piece she was wearing aside from some old and comfortable underwear -before lying down and getting comfortable.

"Ready?" he asked, watching her soft and smooth back, a little tanned from playing outside with the kids.

"Ready," she whispered, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.

Sam breathed in and stepped closer to her, moving his fingers to massage her muscles and peeking at the side of her breasts, a little smashed against the couch.

He tried hard not to tremble as he moved over her skin, breathing in deep as he watched her shivering.

Gosh, he just wanted to be good for her.

He pressed on a little spot, and raised his eyebrows when she moaned loudly.

"Oh, please," she whimpered. "Right there."

Sam sucked in a deep breath, feeling his cock waking up the littlest bit as he followed her words, focusing on the sore spot.

He continued to move, and watched her face, surprised as he realised her eyes were fluttering closed, not falling asleep, but looking like she was going to do so very soon.

"Tired?' he offered.

She pouted.

"No," she whined. "Not tired."

Sam chuckled.

"Are you sure?"

"Why did you stop?" she asked, slurring her words.

Sam chuckled a little, caressing a soft circle on her back.

"You are falling asleep," he remarked.

Thea pouted.

"I'm not."

Sam chuckled and watched her as she sat down, nipples hard under his eyes.

"We should go to bed," he offered.

Thea's shoulders dropped, and she looked down, looking like she was disappointed.

"What is it?" he asked.

Thea looked away, scoffing.

"Nothing," she whispered, reaching for her shirt. "Nevermind."

Sam knelt quickly, resting his hands on her knees.

"What is wrong?" he insisted. "Tell me."

Her eyes filled up with tears, and Sam reached for her hands, squeezing it.

"I just..." she hesitated. "Sometimes I feel like you don't want me."

His eyes widened, and his jaw fell open in shock.

"What?"

"Not like Dean wants Dittie, or Dittie wants you and Dean, or you want Dittie," she looked away from him, looking completely hurt. "I'm just left out."

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"I didn't know you felt like that," he confessed.

Thea moved uncomfortably and Sam stood, sitting on the couch and sitting her to his lap, cradling her closely and surprised when he heard a little sniff from her.

"I'm so sorry," he pressed a kiss to her temple, gently rocking her. "This is just so new to me, I didn't even realise this was what you were going through."

Sam caressed her hair and her ears, petting her as Thea clung to his neck.

This was the first time he even saw her crying.

What kind of Alpha was he, not even knowing how to care for his new Omega?

"My poor bunny," he kissed her temple. "I'll fix it, baby, I promise. I'll show you all of the love you deserve, I'll be a good Alpha for you."

“I just want to be yours,” she whispered.

Sam reached for her, raising her chin and kissing her plushy lips, cradling her face in his hand as he did so, only pulling away when they were both breathless, and proceeded to move his lips to her cheeks and jaw, kissing her tears away, holding her closely until she squeaked and fell back, giggling at his kisses.

Thea's cries had turned into giggles when he continued moving, kissing her all over, feeling his tail wagging as he did so.

"You're just an overgrown puppy," she giggled, and Sam pulled away, looking at her face. "It's so adorable but just so big!"

He snorted, sitting back up and pulling her along with him, this time making her straddle his lap.

She was looking up at his eyes, once again analysing him, when he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her soft body and keeping her even closer, breathing in her sweet scent and closing his eyes when she moved to rub her nose over his.

"You have the cutest nose," he whispered, opening his eyes as she moved away.

Thea smiled a little, and shook her head.

"Me and Dittie have the same nose," she remarked. "Same lips, eyes, face..."

Sam reached for her, caressing her face and running a finger over her skin, tracing the little details, the things that made her different.

"It's different," he whispered, touching her nose. "Your hump is a little higher. Your eyes are a little closer.”

She tilted her head a bit, and Sam watched her face.

When he looked at them, he could see the difference really easily now. Dittie's eyes were a little more distant from one another. The middle of her face was a little bigger, like someone had taken a photo of Thea and stretched the picture the littlest bit.

"You have a little scar right here," he touched her lip, seeing the thin line that crossed her upper lip. "And this very little dot under your eye."

Her eyes filled up with tears again, and Sam realised that this wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Being vulnerable wasn’t something that came easily to Thea, but she also struggled to see herself separated from Dittie.

They were identical twins, and always clumped together into the same pair.

As kids, they shared their rooms, their clothes, and now they shared their partners, and sometime even Sam and Dean considered them an extension of one another.

It could be hard to not be seen as an individual.

"Little princess," he cooed, seeing her sniffing. "Don't cry."

"I'm not gonna cry," she whimpered.

"I'll kiss your tears away," he promised. "Every time. I'll tickle you until you're laughing so loudly you wake the neighbours up."

She giggled, and Sam reached for her, kissing her lips, surprised when Thea kissed him hungrily.

"Daddy," she whined, biting his lower lip.

"You like my mouth, baby?" he pulled away, moved his lips to her jaw and neck.

Thea nodded, whining.

"Your hands too," she panted.

He smirked, raising his hands to grab her hips and raise her, squeezing her skin and reaching for her tits, tracing his kisses down to her collarbones and sucking a little bruise on her skin before taking her nipples in his mouth, sucking both together.

"Sam!" she yelped.

He just bit one of her nipples, pulling on it, and ripped her old underwear in his fingers, pulling it away from her body and pushing a finger into her cunt.

She gasped at the sudden invasion, and he continued to suck on her tits as he pushed another finger in, fucking her in a regular pace, just teasing, not too slow or fast. He knew what he needed to get her off, and didn't want to do it, not yet.

"Pretty princess," he licked the bottom part of her tit, smiling when she moaned. "Daddy's little bunny just wants to be cherished, doesn't she?"

Thea nodded, whining.

"My baby bunny," he rolled her clit with his thumb, kissing the middle of her chest. "Gonna cherish your whole body, make you feel everything good."

She looked down at him, eyes glossy as her cunt got wetter under his fingers.

"Gonna give my baby bunny all the love she deserves," he licked her breast.

"Daddy," she whimpered.

He fucked her faster, watching her face as her lips opened in a little O shape, pretty sounds growing louder and louder.

"Say it again," he sucked a spot on her shoulder, kissing her neck.

"Daddy," she cried softly.

"And what do you want from daddy, baby?" he pushed a forth finger into her, feeling her squeezing him, slicky and sensitive.

Fuck, he could get his whole hand in here if he was patient enough.

"Wanna be daddy's slutty bunny," she whined, pushing her hips against his hand.

Sam smiled a little and licked her lower lip, sucking it into his lips.

"But you're already my slutty bunny," he felt his cock throbbing in his pants. "And such a good bunny for daddy."

Thea closed her eyes, moving her hips, trying to get more of his fingers.

"Daddy," she squeezed his shoulders. "Gonna cum."

He rubbed his nose over her mating gland.

"Cum for daddy, my little princess," he kissed her skin. "Let me feel you around my fingers."

She kissed his lips hungrily and smiled as she came, moaning and riding his fingers hungrily, sitting her on his thigh when Sam pulled them away.

Sam kissed her temple and forehead, gently petting her hair with his free hand while Thea recovered, still rubbing herself a little bit on his leg just as he moved his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean from her slick.

He was surprised when her soft movements became something a little hungrier, and she clung to his neck, rubbing her clit on the fabric of his pants and soaking the fabric.

"Daddy," she whined. "Can I sit on your cock now?"

Sam closed his eyes, feeling himself throbbing.

Gosh, the little tempting monster.

"It's late, baby," he caressed her back.

Sam moved back down to her face and rubbed his nose on hers, the way she had just done before.

"Please?" she whined.

Fuck, he had just made her cum and she was already rubbing herself on him like that?

"I can fuck you tomorrow," he caressed her hair, though not stopping her. "I just want to make you feel good tonight, princess."

Thea whined, breath growing shallower and hips moving quicker.

"Do you want to use daddy to get off?" he offered, trying to contain himself. "And then I'll take you to brush your teeth, and we can go to bed?"

She confirmed with a little whine, and rested her forehead on his as Sam raised his thigh, staring deeply into her eyes.

His little bunny moaned in pleasure, clinging to him as she rode his thigh, and he just watched attentively as she moved.

She finally came, and Sam held her hips down before she could continue moving, knowing too well she would be using her way to get what she wanted.

Thea didn't protest as he guided her to use the bathroom, brushing her hair back as she brushed teeth, caressing her ears and smiling when she closed her eyes.

"Do you think it can be just us tonight?" she asked. "On the bed?"

Sam studied her face, surprised. Dean and Dittie were cuddling upstairs.

She wanted a little more of him, to be with Sam for herself.

"Of course," he caressed her hair. "We can sleep in the extra room."

The kinky room.

Well, it was still a bedroom, though it was locked tight so that the kids didn't get curious.

He let her guide her downstairs, and smiled a little when she wrapped herself around him completely as they lied down, clinging to his body as she fell asleep.

"I love you, baby," he whispered, kissing her temple.

"I love you too," she sighed, holding him closely.

Thea fell asleep before he did, but didn't let him go, and Sam fell asleep drowned in her scent.

He woke up surprised with the faint light coming from somewhere, and opened his eyes in surprise when Thea sat over his hips, watching his face with big eyes.

"Good morning?" he yawned.

She blinked with big eyes, looking amused and excited.

"Good morning, daddy," she rested her hands on his lower stomach. "It's tomorrow already."

He chuckled, grunting.

"Yes, it is, baby," he sighed.

He was about to sit up and move, but his eyes widened when he felt something tight and warm around him.

Fuck, she'd been warming his cock waiting for him to wake up?

"I hope you don't mind that I took a seat?" she offered, moving up and down slowly, showing off to his eyes, and Sam tossed his head back at how wet she was. "I was a little hungry."

. . .

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crazyunsexycool · 2 years

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The Sun ☀️, The Moon 🌙 & The Stars ✨

Chapter 6: Sunny Days

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Bucky x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Steve x Bucky, Stucky x Fem Reader, Stucky, SamBucky, SamSteve, SamBucky x Reader, SamSteve x Reader.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of past physical abuse towards reader, bad parents, talk of having pups, SAM WILSON he's a warning ok, fluff, kissing, heavy petting cut short.

A/N: Here it finally is, reader's first official date with Sam. I really got stuck on this chapter but I hope you like it.!

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Ch. 5

“I’m sorry darling.”

“It’s ok Bucky, I get it. You have a job to do.” You say as you play with the star charm on your necklace while keeping your eyes on Jules in the waiting room of the doctor’s office.

“I’ll make it up to you once I’m back, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it. Please be safe.”

“I will, I’ll see you in a couple of days.” He says before hanging up the phone.

You place your phone in the back pocket of your jeans and head back inside just in time to hear your name being called.

“Well Y/N everything is looking good.” The doctor says after removing your cast and having you flex your fingers and move your wrist. “With some physical therapy you should be able to have full use. I'm going to refer you to a physical therapist and prescribe some painkillers. You can expect some swelling to occur as well as some stiffness and pain. If you don’t see any improvement in about 2 weeks please come back. Do you have any questions?”

“No, thank you Dr. Connors.”

“Alright well I’ll be right back.” He exits the room while you sit with Jules in the exam room.

“So what did Bucky say?” She asks as she eyes you curiously.

“Nothing much. He had to change our plans for Friday night because he was pulled for a mission.” You answer as you look at your newly free hand and flex your fingers.

“Oh, is it hard for you to deal with?”

“No, well I mean kind of. It’s not like we’re bonded but still I miss them.”

“Well you’re true mates so it’s to be expected. You can still create a bond without having their claim marks on you; it's just not as strong.”

“I guess, there’s just a lot of things I didn’t know and a lot of people didn’t bother to teach me once I didn’t present that I don’t know if I’ll ever catch up. I’m trying though, I’ve been reading articles online and stuff.”

“Well, you have the rest of the day off so how about we grab lunch and then we can go shopping for some essentials.” Jules smiles brightly at you.

“What would I do without you?”

“Let’s never find out.”

After getting your prescription filled and grabbing lunch Jules takes you to some of her favorite stores that sell items specifically for omegas everything from blankets and essential oils to sex toys that could help during a heat. Some of the things Jules went over were important to know and others just sounded ridiculous.

“I’m serious. Everyone thinks alphas are in charge but that’s not true. If you have a good alpha, an omega is always in charge I promise.”

“If you say so.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Let’s just say I didn’t have good examples growing up and honestly you and Ricky are the first couple that I’ve really been friends with. I don’t have a lot to go on.” You shrug your shoulders before grabbing a blue blanket that reminded you of the color of Steve’s eyes. Jules smiled as she watched you run your hand over the blanket, feeling the softness of the material between your fingers, deciding if you should get it or not before putting it in your basket.

“Have you thought about suppressants and birth control?” That question has you stopping in the middle of the aisle.

“Suppressants and birth control? I’ve never had to worry about those things before.”

“Well it’s only something you should consider maybe for when they’re going to be away for a while. You said it yourself that missions could take days or weeks. And of course birth control until you figure out if or when you want pups. But that’s something you have to talk about with your alphas.”

“Pups?”

You hadn’t even thought of that and you really hadn’t even thought about the physical aspect of the relationship. Of course you wanted to be with them but at the same time you were worried that your lack of experience would be a turn off for them. It’s not that you’ve never slept with anyone, it's just that it had only been with one person, a beta, shortly after you moved out on your own when you turned 18.

“What the fuck am I doing dating three alphas? And not only alphas but Avengers. What if I’m not good at being their omega?”

“Hey, It’s ok. There isn’t some cookie cutter way of being an omega. If we have good alphas, which we do, they will let us live freely.” Jules tries to calm you down. “And you don’t have to worry about pups, maybe they’ll want to wait anyway. But you have to talk to them. Remember you’re the omega you’re in control. ”

“I’m in control.” You repeat to yourself.

Jules dragged you to more stores. Giving you a rundown of the best pajamas to wear before your heat and she showed you her favorite things that she used for her nest. During all of this there was a little pang of anger and hurt beating in your chest. While you now understood that omegas had a tendency to come together and help each other, all of the things Jules was talking about should have been taught to you by your mother.

After walking out of the hellhole that was your home when you were 18 you tried not to think about your family. You would like to think that your mother had been forced into that submissive role and that your father was using alpha commands to make her do the things she did but it simply wasn’t true. There had been plenty of nights where you woke up drenched in sweat and tears as the nightmares of your childhood plagued your mind. Memories in which she had willingly taken part in your torment. There was never an ounce of fear or regret when she pulled you out of bed and took you to your father for being an embarrassment to the family by not having a presentation. One of the many things they had taken from you. She would stand there and watch as your father hit you and degraded you and she would even join in sometimes. The longer you were away from the house that held nothing but pain, blood and tears the more you realized that not all alphas were the way your father was. That omegas could be just as fierce and protective over their pups, even more than any alpha. It also meant that they could be just as cruel as alphas and that was the first example you ever had.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Jules’ soft soothing voice pulls you from your thoughts. You feel her hand on your cheek as she wipes away a tear.

“I’m sorry. It’s just most of the things you’re telling me I should already know. My mother should have been the one to talk to me about these things.” you shrug. “Emotionally it’s a lot I guess. I wish things would have been different with her at least.”

Jules hugs you, this was something else she was good at. Knowing when to either say or do something to sooth you. You wondered if you would ever be like that too.

“Why don’t we go home? I think it’s enough of omega 101 for you.”

“Ok.” And you let her lead you out of the store and back to her and Ricky’s apartment. It was a good thing since you didn’t want to be alone at the moment.

The week had passed faster than you realized. The community center was busier than ever with families running around for the different activities that had been planned. You had gone to your first physical therapy appointment and met with Steve for lunch before he had to go train recruits. Bucky had been able to call during his mission and let you know he was ok although you could hear how tired he really was. Sam had also stopped by the center, asking you out on your first proper date.

To say you were excited for the date was an understatement. Of course you had spent time with Sam, in fact you had spent more time with Sam than with Steve or Bucky but this was different. He had kept some distance the other times, he didn’t want you to feel like he was too much but in reality it wasn’t enough. This time you would make sure to get as close as possible. He didn’t give you much information about the date other than it would be outside.

By 10:00 am you’re dressed and putting on some finishing touches when you hear a knock on your door. His scent reaches you before you even open the door. There’s a smile on your face as you see Sam on the other side.

“Hi Sunshine.” He says with a smile. His scent is intoxicating, the notes of citrus coming through and reflecting the excitement of finally going on a date.

“Hi, please come in. I'm almost ready.”

“These are for you.”

Sam presents a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a gift bag. His eyes light up as you look between him and the gifts with a shocked expression.

“Sam you didn’t-”

“I wanted to so you are just going to have to get used to it.” he teases as you grab the flowers and the gift.

“I don’t know if I ever will.”

You let him in and lead him into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. Sam is taking in your apartment, it’s cozy and warm, a smile appears on his face again. Your scent is everywhere of course and he could stay in here forever. He turns to look back at you just as you look into the gift bag, a small gasp leaves your lips.

“Steve said you liked taking pictures when you went to the fair so I thought you could use this. Do you like it?”

“Absolutely.” You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. In your hands you held a polaroid camera and in the bag there were some boxes of film.

“Good. Now are you ready to go?”

You put on your shoes and grab your purse and the camera.

“Yes, I am.”

You were ecstatic when Sam pulled up to the venue. It was a not too big music festival focusing on up and coming, and indie artists. With your new favorite band, that you had mentioned to him in passing, playing. Sam had a pleased smirk as he watched you all but sprint out of his car, stopping only to grab his hand and pull him along. Once you’re close enough to the entrance Sam slows down.

“Give me the camera.” he says and you pull it from your purse and hand it over. The huge festival sign hangs above you. “Ok move over a little to your left… perfect. Smile for me.” He snaps the picture, the camera buzzing as the small rectangle appears on the side.

“Two more.” You tell him as you grab the camera and take one of him, and then one together. You stand in line to get into the actual festival. Everyone around you was humming or singing and swaying along to the music that was being played through the speakers as the line moved along. Once you finally got in you took in the set up.

There were booths set up with band merch as well as other items available that took up all of the left side of the area while the right side had food vendors and tables to sit. There were a few hundred people making their way in and some even did a double take as they recognized Sam. There were people handing out flyers for the band line up. As you made your way down you saw small areas that were used by other performers. There was also an area for what you assumed was a meet and greet. The stage itself was at the back. People were rushing to get back there to get a good spot. Sam took charge as he held your hand as he made his way through the crowd, finding a great spot near the front of the stage. He had his hand at the small of your back as he guided you to stand in front of him, so that you could see better and so that he could keep you safe.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” you say over your shoulder as the lights on the stage begin to come to life.

“I’m glad you like it.”

You turn in his arms to look up at him. “Of course I do. This is amazing, thank you Sam.” you give him another kiss on the cheek as he gives you a blinding smile.

“It’s starting,” he says as the first band makes their way on stage.

The day went by in a fun filled blur. You and Sam danced, laughed, joked and sang at the top of your lungs. More pictures were taken, you bought some band merch, you had a few drinks and food. Now you found yourself on the other side of the stage where an area had been kept empty so that blankets could be spread out. You sat between Sam’s legs and rested your back against his chest. The sun was setting behind the stage as the next band started their set.

“Are you having fun?” Sam asked as he wrapped his arms around you.

“So much fun, really. Thank you for this.”

“Anything for you, baby.” He says as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You closed your eyes as you tilted your head to the side to give Sam more access. He kissed and nipped along your shoulder and ended where he would mark you as his. The thought alone sent a shiver up your spine which didn’t go unnoticed by the alpha that was currently turning you into putty in his hands. “Does the thought of having my mark excite you sunshine?” He whispered in your ear.

“Mm-hmm.” You hum as you turn your head to look up at him. Sam kisses your jaw moving to your cheek until his lips meet yours. Your eyes flutter close as he deepens the kiss, tongues fight for dominance and hands roam in an effort to touch as much of each other as possible. When you pull back your both inhaling deeply while smiles appear on your kissed swollen lips.

“What did I do to get such a great alpha?”

Sam growls, low and deep in his chest. It sends a jolt down your spine and you squeeze your legs together when you feel slick pool between your thighs.

“We should get going, before I do something I won’t regret in front of everyone.” He whispers in your ear and you gasp at his admission. Sam gathers all of your things and holds them in one hand while he grabs your free hand with the other.

Sam kept a hand on you the entire ride back to your apartment. He held your hand or put his hand on your thigh. He would smirk when he looked over to find you already looking at him while biting your bottom lip. If this was you now you really didn’t want to know what a full blown heat was especially around the three of them.

“We’re here.” Sam’s voice makes you look up at your apartment building. A small pout on your lips as you look back at Sam. “What is it baby?”

“I don’t know, guess I’m sad today is over.”

“Me too, but you know I like to visit you at work. You’ll get sick of me real soon.”

You chuckle. “I doubt it. Especially if you keep smiling at me like that.”

“Oh really? Is that your weakness, smiles?”

“Nope, a handsome alpha with a nice smile is,” You lean in closer until you’re leaning over the center console. “Which I think you fit the description perfectly.” Your hand falls on his thigh for some leverage. Sam leans forward, his lips on yours feel like heaven. He wraps his right arm around your waist and in a swift movement he pulls you into his lap. Your arms find their way around his shoulders as you moan into the kiss. Sam’s tongue swirls around yours as his hands make their way to your ass.

He pulls you closer, causing you to grind yourself against his hardening length. The growl that escapes him as he kisses your neck spurs you on. Sam lets you take the lead as you roll your hips slowly against him but unfortunately in the confined space of the driver’s seat you move too far back and you hit the steering wheel with your ass causing the horn to go off. You both freeze in place, the mood drastically changing in just a second. Your head rests on his shoulder as you begin to laugh and then he joins you. When you pull back you’re hitting your bottom lip trying to stop yourself. Sam’s warm brown eyes sparkle even with how dark it is.

“You’re trouble.” He teases before placing one more kiss on your neck. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

“Ok.” You steal one more quick kiss before getting off of his lap.

Sam walks you to your door and waits for you to open it. Your sweet scent wafts from the open door and he has to stop himself from going in there and claiming you.

“Thank you again, for today it was fun.”

“I’m glad you liked it, Sunshine.” He cups your cheek as you wrap your arms around his neck. Sam gives you another kiss, this time sweet and tender. “I’ll see you Monday ok, Steve and I want to have lunch with you.”

You smile, “I’d like that.” Your smile falters just a little. “Do you know when Bucky will be back?”

He shakes his head. “It’s a highly classified mission which means only those that are involved know the details. But I’m sure he’ll be back soon and you’ll get to see him then.”

“Ok, tell Steve I said hi.”

“I will, goodnight Sunshine.”

“Goodnight Sam.” He gave him a chaste kiss on his lips and slipped inside your apartment and locked it.

Ch. 7

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winchestergirl2 · 1 year

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April Fic Recs

I want to show some love and appreciation for the amazing fic writers we have here on tumblr, so I've started a reading rec list for the fantastic fics I read each month 💗

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Undercover chapter 2 @deanwanddamons

Authors Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders.

Sweet Rides @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Dean takes his new girl on an autumnal date with fairgrounds and pumpkins and haunted houses and a Ferris Wheel. It’s super fluffy and warm.

Five Minutes In Heaven @impala-dreamer

Leave A Message @jensengirl83

Sam Winchester

Bound Part 1 @sams-sass

Authors Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.

Unchained Part 2 of Bound @sams-sass

What You Need Part 3 @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Y/N had always been in love with Sam, from the very first moment they met. However, as fate would have it they were destined to be friends; best friends. Loving him from a distance had eventually meant her pain at her unrequited love had forced her to back away from the friendship. But then he called and told her he needed her. What was she supposed to do but help a friend in need?

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Hero Worship @rizlowwritessortof

Authors Summary: From the moment you met Soldier Boy, you knew the obsession would become your life.

Dark Angel

Alec Mcdowell

Kiss It Better: A Dark Angel Fic @crashdevlin

Authors Summary: Y/n Cale is Logan’s little sister, who rejected the wealth as soon as she was able to and headed into the real world. Logan keeps track of her to make sure she’s okay, but when he hasn’t heard from her in a few days, he enlists the help of his least favorite Transgenic to find her.

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Heartlines @waynes-multiverse

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trektraveler · 1 year

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A Writer's Review.... Promised by jawritter

I am a writer. I was born to be one, its my joy and my torment. And it is my honor.

I find new and utterly fantasic stories here daily and I am honored to be a contributing member of the writing community! Each and every one of these authors is a gem. They selfelessly share their intricate worlds with us so that we can escape! It is a public service and vital to my personal well-being. There are not words to express my gratitude.... but that doesn't mean I won't still try to find some!

As writers, we read. Even more than we write. So... what do we read? Here is an in-depth review of one of my favorites! Along with a few other recommendations. I intend to post reviews regularly. I've got quite a list of stories I adore, but I'm always lookig for more! So please share this review and send a few reccomendations my way! Tag your own stories, tag other people... I don't want to miss any of them! Thank you all and share the love!!

Story Name: Promised

Author: jawritter

Character Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!reader

Length: 10 Chapters, 25,084 words total

Story Type: Series - ABO, AU Real life, Mob dynamics, Age gap

Author’s Description: In a world where your presentation can be a blessing or a curse, a newly presented Omega will come face to face with the harsh reality of Alphas, Omegas, and pack alliances that are expected to be upheld with the union of your two families.

Warnings: ABO dynamics! Smut, unprotected smut, knotting, claiming, mating, heat, rut, language, overly protective Jensen, age gap! 19-year-old reader, 41-year-old Jensen, virgin reader, loss of virginity, sort of an arranged marriage, hint at possible mob type settings.

My Two Cents: They say you never forget your first, and that is certainly the case for me! This absolute gem of a story was my introduction to the world of ABO fan fiction (aka Alpha/Beta/Omega) and I’ve been hooked ever since! This may be in part to the perspective of the reader, who is a novice. Young and naïve to the world in general as well as to the complex dynamics between Alphas and Omegas. This allowed me to discover and understand this unique concept at the same pace the reader did.

Our dear author is truly a master at quickly establishing the relationship bonds between the main characters and their prospective families and friends. I greatly appreciate this quality in a story. Background information is crucial in a well-developed character but can be clunky when not handled with finesse. Here, those relationships are woven in seamlessly to the over-all plot but never weigh the story down. Bravo!

Another highlight are the physical descriptions. Anyone who knows Jensen Ackles from his work, can easily imagine him in a reader insert story.

That is, after all, why we are all here!

Yet this story is filled with vivid details that even I hadn’t thought of in my wildest daydreams! There is a visceral warmth to this version of Jensen that I find beyond appealing. I find myself rereading this story most often when I am feeling uncertain in my life. When I need to feel that someone strong is in charge, so I don’t have to be, Alpha Jensen has me.

Favorite Chapter: Chapter Nine. Here we get to see Jensen let loose his primal Alpha instincts that he’s kept under careful control up until this point. And its glorious! It has the best elements of how vicious Demon Dean could be and focused it in a powerful man who is willing to do anything in defense of his mate. Fantastic! He’s desperate and he’s truly dangerous in this chapter. And I am here for it! Favorite Line: “You know, before I came here tonight with Y/n I promised her something…. I promised her I would protect her. You made me break that promise.. I don’t appreciate that. I’ll be spending the rest of my life making it up to her….” “I told her if you tried anything I’d rip your throat out….. With my teeth…”

Jensen’s vision went red, All he saw was red…

Why I Love it: It’s the perfect length. I read one shots and they have their place, but I always find myself wanting more of that world! But let’s face it, some series’ (although awesome!) are long, and that’s a commitment. I don’t always have the luxury of time, this length strikes just the right balance. I get Jensen in a protective but not possessive role. I get a naïve reader who is innocent but not spineless. I get steamy sex scenes. I get an interesting but not over-bearing mob dynamic. There is plenty of threat but not much violence, which is a nice change up.

Mood I’m in When I Read it– I’m a strong person, but there are times when I need someone else to be strong. I need to be comforted. I need to believe in love and escape. And when I am feeling over-whelmed, I often come here and let Alpha Jensen take the reins for a while. He does a great job!

I Want More! : If you loved this as much as I did, here are some other stand-out stories that you might enjoy… Feral @jawritter Can We Fix Us @jawritter If Its Meant to Be (Alpha Beau x Omega Reader) @jawritter Unleashed @supersleepygoat Reasons @merethehunter Feral @luci-in-trenchcoats The Things We Don’t Believe In (Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader) @thecleverdame

#supernatural fanfiction #alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!sam winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean x y/n #sam x you #sam winchester x reader #fic recommendation #reviews #spn fanfiction

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Made For You | Chapter 17

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader / Alpha!Dean x Omega!Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest, Dub Con Tags: Dean x Reader, Dean x Sam, alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, omega!Reader, fuck or die, sex pollen, love triangle, star-crossed lovers, destiny, true mates, primal urges, angst, mating, kissing Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - Sex Pollen | @anyfandomkinkbingo - Love Triangle Word Count: 2.8k

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Dean’s POV

Dean barely has any idea how it happened. Everything is a blur in his memory as he stands outside the two contamination chambers containing his brother and his daughter, both pacing irritably and visibly sweating, glancing through their windows periodically towards Dean, though somehow never at the same time. He supposes it’s lucky for them that the county coroner’s morgue resides within the county hospital and not in some random laboratory across town. At least when they’d been exposed to… whatever the hell is killing people around here, Sam and Y/N were almost immediately taken in for medical care.

Their heavy-duty decontamination showers hadn’t solved the problem, according to the doctor. He’s explaining why to Dean, but the hunter is only half listening. He knew it was a long shot. The spores had erupted from the corpse’s lungs, which made it pretty clear to Dean that once you breathe it in, the damage is done, and no amount of soap or natural astringent is going to cleanse that. He, of course, had been in full-on Hazmat gear while he was examining the body, carefully cutting through the autopsy stitches to reveal the chest cavity once more, letting him poke around the afflicted organs. Shouting reached his ears only moments before the doors to the morgue had burst open, Y/N charging through with Sam stumbling after her, hot on her heels.

Dean tried to warn them, but as if the spores had sensed that new hosts had just made themselves available, the swollen and discoloured lungs of the open corpse ruptured and spilled out veritable clouds of pollen. Fucking sex pollen. The doctors at the hospital have been seeing cases for a few weeks now, utterly unable to find the root cause or to stop its spread, which seemed random in the most specific way Dean has ever encountered. The pollen is somehow picking out unmated omegas and alphas. The odd mated couple had been exposed but as they all had fairly ready access to the recommended treatment for this particular ailment, they’d only wound up severely dehydrated at the end of it all, rather than dead.

Which is why Dean is panicking pretty severely right now, because both Y/N and Sam are unmated. The only survivors the doctors have records of weren’t casually dating couples or friends with benefits, they’ve all been properly mated couples. In love couples. Couples where the omega sported a very visible claim bite along the dip of their clavicle.

Even if he and Y/N are true mates, they aren’t in a relationship. They aren’t in love, and Dean certainly hasn’t even contemplated the idea of claiming her outside of the possessive haze of his rut last weekend. Would Sam even allow something like that to happen – allow his older brother to claim their daughter? The universe certainly has a sick sense of humour, Dean thinks without mirth. Bringing him and Sam together, letting them think they were in love, all to create the one person on this Earth that is truly made for him. And he’s half of what made her. There’s something fascinatingly carnal about that idea, and Dean can’t deny it, even in the silence of his own thoughts.

Y/N is perfect for him, a match in every way–especially biologically–because Dean and Sam made her that way. And Sam carried her, brought her into this world, raised her; all for Dean, even if he didn’t know it at the time. If that wasn’t an act of true love, Dean doesn’t know what else could possibly qualify. He feels a confusing surge of longing for his little brother, his heart beating frantically, even as his cock throbs at the prospect of getting to be with Y/N again.

Dean’s mind reels through the possible outcomes of their trio’s current predicament. He might be able to help Y/N through the exposure, but what about Sam? He can’t just abandon Sam to succumb to the effects of the pollen, although he’s almost positive that as soon as Dean presents the options to the pair of them, Sam will insist that Dean saves Y/N and leaves him to suffer his fate. Dean would say the same if their positions were reversed.

Or maybe Sam will surprise him and just tell Dean to fuck off, let him and Y/N die in peace, rather than condoning any kind of relationship between Dean and their daughter. The way Sam is glaring at him through the contamination room’s little window tells Dean that if it was just a question of Sam dying here, he wouldn’t hesitate to refuse Dean’s help out of pure spite. The little shithead.

“Let me in to see them,” Dean interrupts whatever the doctor has been drolling on about. He hasn’t been listening to any of it.

“Wh–” the greying man in a rumpled lab coat blinks at Dean in surprise before he catches up. “But, Agent, if you’re in the room with either omega while the pollination persists, you’ll be infected as well.”

“Yeah, I figured that one out for myself, doc,” Dean shrugs out of his suit jacket and drapes it over an arm, reaching up to loosen his tie and undo the top button of his dress shirt.

“But–”

Dean cuts across his protest. “The girl is my true mate, I can help her,” he clarifies, and the doctor’s eyes brighten.

“Oh! Well, that makes things considerably easier,” the man sighs in relief, and Dean recognises the look of someone who has seen too much death and isn’t eager to see any more, despite his awareness that it’s inevitable. “Her father, though. I shouldn’t let him in the same room. Two omegas in this state could easily resort to violence, even if the girl is your true mate or claimed.”

“Hey, man, look at her,” Dean grabs the doctor’s shoulder and steers him towards Y/N’s room. She’s sitting on the edge of her bed now, hospital gown billowed around her like a circus tent and her knees drawn up to her chest. “She’s terrified right now. Let her see her dad!”

The doctor gives him a doubtful look, and Dean practically growls against his ear. “If you don’t open the door for him, I guarantee Sam is gonna kick it down when he sees me go in there to be with her. At least let me explain it to them both together, because if we don’t figure something else out for Sam he might–” Dean gulps around the words, unable to force them out. “It could be the la– Just open the goddamn door!”

Shakily, the doctor pulls a remote from the pocket of his coat and punches in a code. A mechanical beeping sound is followed by the whoosh of air releasing from a vacuum seal, and a second later Sam is barrelling through into Y/N’s room and pulling his daughter into his arms, rocking her soothingly against his chest. With a final look at Dean for confirmation, which the hunter answers with a stoic nod, the doctor punches in a second code and unlocks the door to the clean room between the hallway and Y/N’s sealed room. Once the hall door is closed behind Dean the door to the hospital room unlocks and he shoves through urgently, running to join Y/N and Sam, crouching down on one knee in front of the huddled omegas.

Y/N’s POV

“Dad, what’s happening?” You look up at your father plaintively as he wraps himself around you, hugging you close to his warm chest, and the hazel eyes that you’ve known your whole life stare back at you determinedly but unable to conceal the worry he’s so clearly feeling. You know the expressions of Liam Campbell all too well after twenty years. Sam, you mentally remind yourself of his real name, Sam Winchester. Somehow, it fits him better than the name you’ve always thought was his.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart,” Sam mumbles against your hair, holding your head to his shoulder and pressing small kisses against the crown of your head like you’re a baby again.

“What was that stuff? The doctors wouldn’t tell me anything!” you whine, looking to him for answers, and Sam sighs heavily, about to elaborate, when the door to your room explodes open and Dean rushes inside, immediately dropping down in front of you and his brother.

“How are you guys feeling?” he asks, swallowing anxiously, and you and Sam share meaningful glances.

“We’re hanging in there,” your father responds tightly, his grip around your shoulders flexing noticeably as Dean’s eyes rake over the pair of you. “What’d the doc say?” You notice Dean’s grimace before he controls his face into a more neutral expression. “That good, huh?” Sam scoffs, rocking you a little more vigorously.

You’re beginning to overheat though, your skin breaking out in a cold sweat that makes all the hairs on your body ache. You pull yourself out of your father’s embrace and try to stand up to shake some movement back into your muscles, which are cramping uncomfortably the way they do when you feel your heat coming on. That doesn’t make any sense though, seeing as you’d just gotten fucked through a heat last weekend. Taking a moment to scent the air, you realise that you can detect the stronger aromas that your dad gives off when his cycle comes around, though you’ve always tried not to think about that too hard.

Another deep breath has you dizzy and spiralling as you’re assaulted with Dean’s scent, entirely overwhelming anything you’re picking up from Sam. The warmth of leather, bourbon, and sandalwood engulfs you and sets your nerves tingling and your muscles to disintegrate. Collapsing forward, you wind up in Dean’s arms, cradled against his chest and the fabric of his white dress shirt. It’s dampened with sweat, but that only serves to strengthen the scents that are calling to you, and you bury your nose into him greedily, pointedly ignoring the fact that you think you just whimpered out loud.

“I gotcha baby girl, it’s okay,” Dean soothes. He lets go of you with one arm and bends down to sweep it under your knees, collecting you up into his arms and carrying you back to lay on the bed. Your dad stands up to make room for Dean to lay you down on top of the covers, and then both men step back, examining you with the utmost concern.

“It was the pollen, yeah?” Sam asks Dean, and the older brother rolls his eyes but nods grimly.

“Well, duh, Sam! What else would it be? The ice cream you had on the way here?” Dean demands sarcastically, and if you weren’t feeling so faint you would laugh at how much he reminds you of your dad. “It’s sex pollen. Great find for a nearby hunt, not something bad for Y/N to get mixed up in at all.”

“Hey! I sent you after this, she was never supposed to be here! I tried to stop her if you didn’t notice,” Sam hisses in aggravation, and you feel yourself blanche guiltily. This is all your fault, isn’t it?

“Well fantastic job, little bro,” Dean scoffs and Sam goes to punch him but Dean’s reflexes are faster. He catches Sam’s wrist firmly in his fist, staring hard at the younger man, green eyes dark with challenge. Sam’s chest heaves as he struggles to control his breathing, not moving to break Dean’s grip on his arm. It feels like the heat in the little room ratchets up another several degrees. For just a moment, you imagine that the brothers are about to kiss, but then a roll of pain breaks through your abdomen and you moan, your eyes rolling back behind your lids as you sink against the flimsy pillow beneath your head, and the spell is broken.

Sam and Dean both rush to you. Your dad sits at the top of the mattress, pulling your head into his lap so he can card his fingers through your hair soothingly, and Dean moves around the bed to sit on the opposite side. One of your hands grabs blindly for him, and Dean takes it between his without hesitation, squeezing hard in promise–though the promise of what, you still aren’t quite sure.

“This stuff is specific, Sam,” Dean’s words rumble low in his throat, caught against swollen muscles trying to force them back in.

“Yeah, I know,” your dad sighs heavily. “The patterns in the survivors. They were all couples.”

“They were all mates,” Dean emphasises, and you feel Sam’s breath catch low in his stomach, then bleed out in a motion you recognise as his admission of defeat.

“I know,” Sam whispers even more quietly. “You’re sure? You’re sure it’s her? You can save her?”

“What? Save me? Dad wha–” your questions are garbled and quiet, your chest feels weak, the air flowing into it too thin.

“Yes.” Dean’s answer drowns your words out, instantaneous and unequivocal.

“Then do it.” Sam squeezes the hand of yours that he’s holding and brushes the hair from your cheek, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispers. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I wouldn’t trust anyone in the world to do this besides my brother…” Sam’s voice shakes, cracks almost imperceptibly. “Besides your father.”

“Sam, hang in there,” Dean leans over you and grabs your dad’s chin, forcing his face towards him. “I’m not giving up on getting you outta this either. You’ve still got time, you hear me?”

“Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on!?” you demand, startling the brothers apart from yet another intense bout of eye contact that seems to harden the air between them to the density of concrete.

“It’s uhm–” Sam looks down at you in obvious embarrassment, his neck flushing red to match the heat in his cheeks beneath the light dusting of stubble on his jaw. “We got dosed with sex pollen, Y/N. And the way to fix it is well. You know,” he clears his throat awkwardly.

“For us to mate,” Dean fills in for Sam, picking up the baton and looking at you seriously. “And like, permanently mate,” he adds after a brief pause. “Y/N, I need to claim you if you’re gonna get to the other side of this without shrivelling up from dehydration and whatever fucking magic was in that shit.”

“Oh.” You blink up at Dean and consider his words briefly, letting the full weight of their meaning sink in. “But what about Dad?”

You look up at Sam, immediately understanding the dilemma. Dean is your true mate. Sure, it’s definitely fast for him to claim you after only knowing each other a week but you suppose it’s inevitable between you two. But Sam… Sam, who you know is still in love with Dean, because you’d very rudely listened through the door while he spoke to Ellen back at the Roadhouse. Dean had been so hesitant to believe you were true mates because he had always thought that if he had one, it would be someone from his past, and you know now he must have meant your father. Where does this leave the two of them, if you and Dean become mated? Does this pollen stuff mean that someone needs to claim your dad, too, if he’s going to survive? Surely, then, Dean should claim him. Not you.

“I’ll be fine, Y/N,” Sam reassures you, but once again, you recognise the uneasiness behind his confident expression.

“No, Dad, I’m not gonna let you go all hero on me and sacrifice yourself or something stupid like that,” you protest, hating how childish your voice sounds to your own ears.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me, sweetheart,” Dean tucks a finger under your chin and turns your face away from Sam and towards him. “I promise, I’m not gonna let Sam play the martyr, we’ve got time to figure something out for him too. But we’ll both think a lot more clearly once we know that you’re safe, okay?” The alpha’s voice takes on the heady timbre of authority that zings unfairly straight to the base of your stomach and you have to fight the urge to clench around the emptiness inside of you. Suddenly, you’re very aware that you’re soaking through your panties and onto the sheets beneath you.

Physical need, once you’ve acknowledged it, drives all other thoughts from your head except for getting Dean inside of you again. Based on the widening of his pupils and the sharp intake of breath as he holds your gaze, the same urgent desire has washed over the alpha too.

“Okay,” you nod, the word trembling on your tongue in a delicate whimper that you try to swallow down but fail spectacularly at concealing. Without hesitation, Dean surges forward, body blanketing yours, and crushes your lips together, your heads now both cradled in Sam’s lap.

Chapter 18 posting on November 1st or head to my website to binge read the rest of the fic today!

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Looking for Beta-readers!

Hello, you beautiful people <3

I'm looking for beta readers for an a/b/o AU I just finished writing the other day! All I need is people who are willing to read and give me their honest thoughts and opinions about it, as well as answer a few questions for me after they’re done.

The story is edited to the best of my abilities and my best friend can to help me with any grammar or spelling mistakes I've missed if i find no one whos interested in that. so no worries about any work in that regard, if youre just here for reading, thats already enough!

What I need is people that can tell me if the story does what I intended it to do.

If it is well paced, if the character progression makes sense, if the romance is believable, if the emotional beats hit right, all that stuff.

(And I have one story beat that I'm not sure work in general, aswell as general uncertainty about the humor i tried infusing this with from time to time)��

About the story:

You’re looking at 69k words (nice), so it's kind of a slow burn, but not really. Once things get moving, they move fast. It’s a ‘strangers to friends to lovers’- romance situation, with the added caveat of alpha/alpha.

We have Dean and Castiel as the mc’s with both their POV's (and Sam on the side), but apart from that, every additional character is original.

I really focused on the aspect of how to navigate the struggles of adult love life, with themes like self love, overcoming your fears, dealing with internalized homophobia, emotional maturity, and learning to deal with, and love again after, major heartbreak.

Although this is Omegaverse, I wanted to approach it from a mature and real angle, hence why the whole alpha/alpha-homophobia setting. It’s really just the a/b/o-equivalent of our current day homophobia, in that regard.

I made a point about not deriving conflict and tension from anything but real world issues and the problems that come from interhuman connection, because being a person with trauma and issues living alongside other humans with their own, individual struggles is hard.

So, no misunderstandings in this one. In this house, we talk about our feelings and learn to face our fears when we discover them!

Although the vocal point is all of that, this story IS explicit and has two detailed sex scenes that tie into the development of the plot and are important for character growth. So if that isn’t your cup of tea, this story isn’t for you.

Additionally, as this is alpha/alpha, the smut has minor sub/dom characteristics. It's very tame and mostly psychological, but I loved exploring the whole dominance/submission angle such a pairing would logically bring about. (On that note, its top Dean/bottom Castiel, just fyi)

We got a healthy pinch of angst in the beginning and will end with fluff and a happy ending. And a metric fuck-ton of hurt/comfort, so if youre into that, there you go. (Seriously though, i made my lonely ass fucking depressed with this shit. Imagine having someone love you unequivocally for who you are, what a concept)

I’ll wordvomit some more things here in no particluar order so you can get more of an idea of what you’re working with, as well as the very start of the story as a lil’ sumthin' to get you hooked.

If you are interested in helping me out, send me a DM with your email address and I'll give you access to the google doc!

All the love!

Sarcastic Castiel, Booksmart Castiel, Angsty Castiel, Dean is an asshole at the start, He will do better, Character growth, Dean is a typical man, Dean is everything i want in a man by the end, Factually not very sound descriptions of working as a mechanic, All the smut tags, Seriously all of them, Sam is significantly younger than Dean, Emotional deepcuts, leaning onto friends, Hurt/Comfort, Writing this was a bit like therapy for me, Unspecified big city, Bitter Exes, Falling out of love, Unhealthy relationships with love, Toxic relationships, Explanations of A/B/O biology, The doctor does doctor things, I can’t think of more things right now, it's late, okay?

Heres the snippet:

Dean threw back the whiskey and sharply sucked in air as the liquid amber burned its way down his throat. The shiver running up his spine while the heat swirled downwards and pooled in his stomach was just what he needed. The confirmation that he could escape from himself, if just for a few hours.

Usually, he didn’t run from his problems. He had always been the kind of man who pushed ahead, despite any and all obstacles obstructing his way.

No matter what it was, nothing couldn’t be solved by simply running it over. Even if the resulting chaos kind of hurt.

But that was just how life was- in all its horrific and beautiful glory. It wasn't merciful with the blows it dealt, but it wasn't cruel with it either. A mostly neutral state of affairs, to be dealt with however one could or pleased.

Which was healthy aggression in Dean's case.

At the end of the day, he'd rather do things that way than sulk in a corner, getting lost in the would haves, could haves, and should haves. Overthinking was the enemy of progress, and he hated nothing more than feeling stuck.

He lifted his hand and signalled the barkeeper for a refill, not even bothering to call for the man. The music in this joint was cranked up way too high to verbally communicate with anyone who wasn’t literally right in front of you anyway.

Although rather small, the establishment was positively drowning in people. It had startled him a bit, as this was a bar at the edge of town, and it wasn’t even the weekend or any holiday that would prompt this kind of crowd, but it was exactly what he had been searching for.

Strangely, the building it was housed inside looked expensive as hell. Sleek and modern, like it had been built by some rich landlord to be rented out for ludicrous prizes. Which was why Dean had expected a relaxed lounge bar or something of the like. Not this madness.

Well, under different circumstances, this probably was said lounge bar.

Right now though, every single table and booth was occupied, with lots more people standing around with drinks in their hands, making idle chatter that could only consist of short utterances at best.

A dancefloor had established itself in the middle of the room where a shapeless amalgamation of bodies, clothes and hair moved along to the pumping music.

From the few words he had been able to decipher as he had asked the barkeep about the occasion, it was some kind of motto-party. Something about 80s and 90s music-night that happened once a month.

Most likely for the less city inclined folks to get their freak on, without having to go downtown and into an actual club.

Dean didn’t really care, all he needed right now was to be around people. Be in the presence of other humans, be just one more face in the crowd. The feeling of overwhelming loneliness that had taken hold of him on his drive home had just been too much for him to spend the evening by himself.

The houses and people had shot by, made to look flat and strangely lifeless in the mellow twilight of countless street lamps lining the road, when it had sunk its claws into him out of nowhere.

So all encompassing, so vicious. As if it had waited for him to be worn out enough, skulked for the moment of weakness where he would not be able to restrain it anymore.

Given how he had been living in the past year (and the years before that, if he was honest with himself), it wasn’t a complete surprise why he felt this way. But its intensity was still strange.

It had quickly grown to be so unbearable that he had pulled over at the first opportunity and had fled into the night, searching for anything to distract himself with. Anything to not feel it anymore.

Technically, he should really go home and sleep. There was an awful lot of work waiting for him tomorrow, and he would need to get to it as early as possible if he didn’t want to fall behind. But even knowing that, he couldn’t be bothered to care for the problems of his future-self right now.

Another glass of whiskey appeared in front of him, and Dean picked it up with a thankful nod towards the barkeeper. It met the same fate as the first one immediately. Before the man could turn away to tend to the other people at the bar, Dean shoved the empty glass across the counter and motioned for another refill.

The feeling of loneliness and anxiousness still circled his mind from the shadows he had forcefully banished it to. Prowling. Waiting for him to let down his guard just enough to pounce and sink its teeth into his neck again. He needed more to shut it out for good.

“Someone’s motivated tonight,” the man laughed and poured more whiskey into the glass in a trained motion.

“You know how it is, life’s a bitch and she’s not yet pretty enough for my taste,” Dean said with a crooked grin. He finally started feeling the buzz of the alcohol, and he was delighted by the sensation. It promised freedom.

Dean chuckled along as the barkeeper laughed at his crude comment and took another sip of his whiskey. This time he savoured the taste while he turned and let his gaze wander over the crowd. Maybe he would find himself a pretty omega to distract himself with. It hadn’t felt like that kind of night at first, but the idea actually didn’t sound all too bad right now.

What better way to get rid of pent up stress than to pound it away into a willing victim? It was what he did best, actually. Not that that was be anything to be proud of, really.

Thankfully, that kind of relief wasn't exactly hard to get for him. If there was one thing Dean could count on, it was his looks to make anything of the like to happen, whenever he so pleased.

He didn’t think of himself as vain. But he knew that, objectively, he looked good. Apart from the plentiful statements from others that had echoed the notion over the years, the effect that a friendly smile combined with a flirtatious comment alone had on omega’s was proof enough.

It wasn’t like he had an ego about it. A little one maybe. But he wasn’t about to complain about the fact that the genetic lottery had blessed him with good looks. And he wasn’t above taking advantage of the luck of the draw to satisfy his desires either.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath to get a general idea of what he had to work with. As much as he appreciated what his own looks did for him, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about those of others. It was a nice bonus at best, but what really counted was their scent.

Anyone could be beautiful, but only few omega’s managed to entice his alpha on a deeper level. And if he was going to do this, he wouldn’t just take anyone with a pretty face.

He would seek out someone who made his instincts rattle. Someone who triggered his primal urges to run away with him.

Someone who would bring salvation from the melancholic maelstrom that still faintly threatened to pull him down into its depths.

The flourish of odours and fragrances that hit his palette was a lot to take in. With so many people stuffed into this cramped space, the room was positively overflowing with airborne aromas.

The sweet, flowery scents of omegas, the harsh, earthy scents of other alphas and the mellow, flat ones of betas. All of it, fused into the general smell of sweat, perfume and spent air.

Dean let the concoction rest on the back of his tongue, searching. In this first breath, there wasn’t anything that piqued his interest.

Scent compatibility was technically not required for a hook-up, because there was nothing really wrong with any omega’s scent. None had ever been as boring as those of betas, or as passively acrid as those of most other alphas.

But in Dean’s personal experience, only the owners of scents who truly stirred his alpha were the ones that he didn’t feel kind of empty with after the deed was done.

If someone only met the basic requirement of being an omega, it would just be flesh on flesh, meaningless and depressing when the post nut clarity set in. And few things were less enjoyable than being knotted to someone for an hour, who painfully reminded him of the escapism he had just partaken in by merely existing.

Dean kept searching, growing more disheartened with each breath. Of all of these people, no one smelled enticing at all. Was there truly not one omega here who suited his taste?

He was about to give up and just accept that it wasn’t supposed to happen for him tonight, when something entirely different hit his palate.

Something unique. And intoxicating.

It had concealed itself behind the translucent curtain of scents, almost like it had been hiding from him.

It was like one of those ludicrously expensive perfumes that didn't smell like much in passing, but revealed a deep and layered complexity once you really focused in on it.

A few more drags, and he was sure. It seemed like he was about to get lucky after all.

Dean emptied his whiskey and pushed himself off the barstool, ready to track down whoever smelled this delectable, and make them his for the night.

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