I Thought I Recognized You
Prompt: “I thought I recognized You.”
Pairing: Dean/Winner
Summary: Dean gets hungry and goes to the grocery store in the middle of the night only to find his former lover shopping as well.
Tags: AU-Post Canon Divergence; Beta! Dean; Alpha! Winner; MPREG
“Well this is shit.” Dean cussed as he kicked back the sheets. He was tired of feeling restless and it didn’t help that Lane and True were in their ruts. Their rooms were soundproof but not entirely scent proof. One couldn’t help the wafting of scent traveling when they had to grab their supplies. Which ended up with Dean having the munchies and being restless while Jem got to only have the munchies. He tugged on a pair of his joggers and a hoodie so that he could go for a walk. He’d probably stop at the twenty four hour store down the street.
“Wow, you’re still up?” Jem’s head popped up from where he’d been laying down on the couch while eating some popcorn by the remains clinging to his chest.
“Yep. I’m going to grab some smokes. Be back.” Dean informed him, grabbing his keys off the hook.
“Bring me back some of those popped skittles.” Jem asked as Dean nodded. “Oh and some of those caramel oreos.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean waved him off as he left.
It’d been a good idea to get out of their apartment so that he could get some fresh air. It didn’t matter that it was raining a little he felt less restless. Everything just smelt more crisp which gave the much needed boost to go into the store for his smokes and the snacks. However, from the moment he got in the store there was a delicious mixture of neroli and mint that had him walking even slowly. Before he knew it he was tracing the scent all over the store, his task forgotten. He paused for a moment catching sight of a man exiting the other end of the aisle taking his scent with him. Just from his back alone Dean for some reason felt that he knew him. The scent too was trying to stir his brain. It was strange to him that the first name that popped into his mind was Winner.
The memories of the last time he and Winner flooded his thoughts. It was a night just like this one but the rain was heavier. Winner’s breath against the window as his hand wrapped around his throat. He’d felt the whimper escape from the alpha had been the most delicious he’d ever heard.
A clearing of a throat had him coming back to the present. Dean’s gaze locked with a rather annoyed beta that glared at him. He shrugged his shoulders only to find that the man was gone which had him searching now to see if it really was Winner.
He finally found the man in the fresh fruit area looking intensely at a container of blackberries. A basket of food hanging off his arm. Dean got closer, moving around so that he could see the male’s face. His eyes widened when he discovered that it was in fact the alpha. His black hair was a bit longer and the raincoat was one of those fancy oversized ones.
“Winner? I thought I recognized your scent.” Dean spoke up and blinked when Winner actually visibly jerked at his name being called. Those dark eyes looking confused at seeing him.
“What are you doing here?” Winner asked suddenly sharp. There was a glow about him but there was also exhaustion. Dean could smell the annoyance but also hunger? That made him look down in the basket where there were ingredients for dough, ricotta cheese, honey, and basil.
“Just like you getting food.” Dean answered, swallowing hard at the heavy look Winner was giving him before looking Dean over. Of course he looked shabby in comparison with his joggers and hoodie. “Though I am here for snacks not…pizza?”
“Right.” Winner looked unimpressed at him though he could see through that facade. He’d spent two years getting far closer than he’d ever thought possible in jail then that month after they were set free.
“I just started to shop when I smelt you.” Dean grinned as Winner flushed but otherwise his expression turned into a frown. “Are you for the FC 500?”
“Yes.” Winner’s scent took a slight sour note from being upset. Dean blinked as Winner chucked the blackberries into his basket. He reached out to grab the alpha’s arm when Winner jerked the arm back. His coat falling open to reveal his stomach. A perfectly round stomach that had Dean sniffing the air more intently. Being this close to him he could now smell the underlying milky addition to Winner’s scent.
“You’re pregnant.” Dean sputtered.
“Don’t touch me.” Winner spat, glaring at him as he continued to stomp off.
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