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.
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.
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.”
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.
You’d joined Sam in the library after he and Dean left Mordachai’s house. He told you about the supposed ghost hunters they’d come across in the house, and how he had a feeling they were either gonna get themselves hurt or get in the way.
While he’d been looking into the house’s history, you’d been helping ease the tension in his shoulders with a shoulder rub and neck kisses. You were honestly surprised he hadn’t dragged you to one of the quieter parts of the library to have his way with you. His Alpha had started stinking up the place.
Now, though, the two of you were leaving the library to catch up with Dean who had done his own research at the police station.
“Hey.” Sam nodded to his brother, with one hand holding his father’s journal while the other held your hand.
“Hey.” Dean nodded back as you fell in step with him. “What you got?”
“Well I couldn't find a Mordechai but I did find a Martin Murdock who lived in that house in the '30s,” Sam started, handing the research over to Dean. “He did have children but only two of them, both boys, and there's no evidence he ever killed anyone. What about you?”
The three of you were headed towards Baby, Sam’s hand still in yours as Dean fished out the keys as you all neared the car.
Dean shrugged as he answered Sam, “Well those kids didn't really give us a clear description of that dead girl but I did hit up the police station. No matching missing persons. It's like she never existed.” Coming to a stop by the car, Dean stood on the other side as he looked to his brother. “Dude, come on, we did our digging, man, this one's a bust all right. For all we know those hellHound boys made up the whole thing.”
“Yeah all right.” Sam nodded, looking a little defeated.
“I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals,” Dean suggested as he opened the car door before getting in.
You reached for your own handle, but Sam’s hand in yours pulled you back. Frowning, you looked up at him questioningly but before anything could be said Dean turned the car on.
Spanish music blared from inside the car, causing the older Winchester to yell out in shock.
“Whoa! What the…” Dean glared as he turned the music down and listened to Sam laughing hard. “That's all you got? Weak. That is bush league.”
Shrugging, Sam then turned back to you. “You’re welcome.” He grinned before leaning in to kiss you quickly. He then stepped back and opened your door for you.
Blushing, you slid into the car, not willing to admit that you were thankful Sam saved you from the prank… because that would sound too much like taking sides.
…
Sam and Dean came back to the car where you’d been waiting for them. They’d gone back to check out Mordachai’s house, after hearing something had happened last night.
“Any news?” you asked, calling out as you leant out the window.
Sam glanced around as he neared you before answering, “A girl hung herself in the house last night.”
You frowned. “This isn’t the kind of place someone goes to kill themselves… not after the story that’s come out.”
He nodded, agreeing with you. “She was a straight A student. She had her whole life ahead of her,” he noted.
Dean sighed, shrugging. “Look, Sammy and me think we missed something, so we’re coming back tonight. We think it might be best-”
You looked between the two of them, jaw almost falling open in shock. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“He’s only going after women,” Sam noted.
Glaring up at him, you watched him carefully. “Is this a woman thing, or an Omega thing?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked, clearly confused.
Looking between the two of them, you shrugged. “Are you telling me to stay back because I’m a woman and that’s whats being hunted, or because I’m an Omega? If I was a Beta would you let me join, vagina and all?”
Dean chocked at your choice of words, but Sam stayed focus. “Can’t it be both?”
Your eyes turned more pleading rather than accusing. “Sam…”
“We’re trying to keep you safe. You can’t blame us for that,” he started, leaning over the car so he took up your whole view. “We can’t be sure we’ll do the job right if we know all that will be hunted is you. Our focus will be split and that could put any one of us in danger.”
Chewing your lip thoughtfully, you realised that would mean the boys would also be in danger. “Can I at least wait in the car again?”
He shook his head. “We’re gonna take you back to the motel room.”
There was no room for debate. The brothers had talked it over and made their minds up, and clearly Sam wasn’t going to let you out of this. You knew it wasn’t anything against you, they just wanted what was best.
With a sigh and a nod of your head, the brothers then moved to get in the car themselves. You found yourself staring out the window as they drove off, hoping this wasn’t going to lead to them falling into old habits. You’d really grown to like joining them on hunts.
…
Sam was sitting at the table in the motel room, while Dean was on his bed. You were straddling him, cleaning the cut he’d gotten early that night when they’d gone to Mordachai’s house without you. You were worried about them the whole time, and to see Dean come back hurt had you fretting. It was only small, but it was bleeding and that was enough to have you taking care of it carefully and thoughtfully.
He had one hand on your thigh, his thumb drawing circles on your bare skin, while his other hand held his notepad in front of him. He’d drawn a symbol on it and was trying to figure out where he knew it from.
Meanwhile, Sam was on his computer, doing research on the ghost hunter guys. Apparently they’d almost become a problem tonight.
“What the hell is this symbol? It's buggin' the hell outta me,” Dean sighed. “This whole damn job's buggin' me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks.”
“It does,” Sam noted.
“All right. Well I mean that explains why he went after you, but why me?”
“Ha ha ha.” You rolled your eyes. Dean just grinned up at you.
“Hilarious.” Sam shook his head from the other side of the room. “The legend also says he hung himself but did you see those slit wrists?”
“Yeah.”
“What's up with that? And the axe too. I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over?”
“But this mook keeps changing,” Dean noted.
You paused your cleaning, a frown furrowing your brows. This all sounded familiar…
Sam nodded. “Exactly. I'm telling ya, the way the story goes ... wait a minute.”
Dean perked up at that. “What?”
“Someone added a new post to the Hell Hound site. Listen to this.” Sam began to read from the website, “'They say Mordechai Murdock was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he's imprisoned in the house for eternity;. Where the hell is this going?”
Dean’s thumb, which had been drawing circles on your thigh, paused as his eyes lit up. “I don't know but I think I might have just figured out where it all started.”
…
Dean took the lead as the three of you walked into the record shop again. “Hey Craig? Remember us?”
This time, when you looked over at the Beta, there was no bravado. He didn’t look smug or proud of himself. The publicity he’d gotten from his story no longer felt as sweet as he’d once imagined it would be. The guy looked almost defeated.
At the sight of you and the brothers, Craig shook his head. “Guys, look I'm really not in the mood to answer any of your questions ok?”
“Oh don't worry. We're just here to buy an album, that's all, Dean assured him as he lead you and Sam over to some records. “ You know I couldn't figure out what that symbol was and then I realised that it doesn't mean anything.” He pulled out a particular record then. “It's the logo for the Blue Oyster Cult.”
Looking at the cover of the record, you recognised the symbol Dean had been obsessing over for hours. There it was, sitting right in front of you. There was nothing occult about it.
“Tell me Craig,” Dean continued, “you, uh, you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell outta people? Now why 'n't you tell us about that house ... without lying through your ass this time.”
Sighing, the last of Craig’s facade broke. “All right, um. My cousin Dana was on break from TCU. Ah, I guess we were just bored, looking for something to do. So I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be funny if we made it look like it was haunted. So we painted symbols on the walls, some from some albums, some from some of Dana's theology textbooks. Then we found out this guy Murdock used to live there so we ...we made up some story to go along with that.
“So they told people, who told other people. And then these two guys put it on their stupid website. Everything just took on a life of its own. I mean I, I thought it was funny at first but... now that girl's dead! It was just a joke, you know. I mean, none of it was real, we made the whole thing up. I swear!”
But if none of it was real… what killed that girl and attacked the guys?
…
You were leaning over the table, looking at the symbols on Sam’s phone. He’d taken photos when they’d first visited the house. Seeing as you hadn’t been able to go inside, you hadn’t had the chance to see what they’d seen. You had no idea about the symbol Dean had been fussing about, but it gave you an idea.
There was something in the case that felt familiar. It was like you could hear Bobby calling you an idjit for not figuring it out yet. So you were looking through Sam’s photos, hoping one of them might spark something in your head.
“Hey.” Sam came over to stand beside you to see what you were doing. “Seen Dean?”
You shook your head without looking up at him. “Uh… no. I think he went out.” You briefly remember hearing the Impala drive off while you were fixated on the photos.
“You okay?” Sam asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
“It’s just this case,” you started. “There’s something here. I can feel it. Like I know what we’re dealing with I just can’t put my finger on it. If these pictures could just-”
Carefully, he reached over and took the phone out of your hand before closing it. “How about we take your mind off it? Maybe taking a break will help,” he suggested.
Sighing, you closed your eyes as you leaned back against him. With your eyes closed you could feel a burn behind your eyelids, which made you realise just how focused you were on the photos. Your brain and eyes were tired.
“Come on.” Sam leaned over to press a kiss on your shoulder before his hands found your waist as he began to lead you.
You didn’t open your eyes, trusting him as he walked you through the motel room. When your bare feet touched cold floor, you knew he’d brought you to the bathroom. It was then that you opened your eyes finally.
Sam let you go and moved to close the door before he then reached for his shirt. You watched as he pulled it over his head, leaving his chest bare. Your tired eyes drank in the taste of him, never tiring of the view that was Sam Winchester.
With gentle hands, he began to pluck at your clothes, undressing you carefully as if realising you were so tired your brain had put you under an almost spell as you ogled his chest. Then he was reaching for the shower and turning the water on.
Hand still stretched out, he waited for the water to warm up and then he turned back to you. Cupping the side of your face, he leaned in to kiss you tenderly, causing you to melt against him. With a content sigh, you leaned into the touch, your hands coming up to splay across his chest.
Reaching down, Sam’s hand found yours as he pulled away. Without a word, he led you over to the shower, waiting for you to step under the warm spray. Your eyes closed once more as your muscles and all the tension in your body began to melt away and fall down the drain.
Noise had you opening your eyes once more as you watched Sam take the rest of his own clothes off before he stepped into the shower to join you.
Smiling up at him, you reached up onto your toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He smiled back, against you, enjoying the sweet moment as the two of you just enjoyed a few innocent kisses shared between you.
Hands sat on your waist before Sam turned you around so your back was to him. He then reached for the soap. You didn’t have a chance to guess what came next before he was lathering the soap on your back.
His hands worked out the tension in your shoulders and back as he rubbed at your muscles. It felt so good you found your eyes closing as you leaned against him. Fingers began to wander then, as he moved from your back, to your shoulders, to your front.
When he first grazed your nipple you gasped. You clenched around nothing as your mouth remained open as another gasp quickly followed the first when his hands stroked over your nipple again.
Leaning down, he pressed kisses to your neck, shoulder and jaw as his hands continued to wander over your chest and back until your nipples were hard and your pussy was aching.
Sam hummed approvingly, sensing your arousal. You began to pant as you reached up and behind you, holding his head close to you as his own hands continued to wander.
One hand cupped your breast then, his fingers plucking and pulling at your nipple as the other hand splayed across your stomach. You nodded, desperate for him to continue his trails further south. A task he graciously fulfilled.
Fingers sliding down, Sam didn’t stop until he was toying with your soaked entrance. You moaned at the teasing digits as they stroked your opening, promising pleasure without giving it to you.
“I could get drunk on your scent,” Sam groaned, almost growling into your ear.
You whimpered, hips grinding as you desperately tried catching his fingers so you were no longer clenching around nothing. “Sam…”
“You’ve been so worked up, haven’t you?” He dragged his nose along the side of your face until he caught your earlobe between his teeth and tugged on it, before letting go. “So desperate.”
Nodding, you whined, unable to find words as you continued to squirm in his grasp.
“Haven’t been touched since you came on my fingers weeks ago. Since I had you screaming in that bathtub.” He pinched your nipple then, pulling a cry out of you as your pussy throbbed and ached desperately. “You could have left… gone with John… a good Omega would have.”
“Sam… please…”
“Are you a good Omega, Y/N? Are you John’s good Omega?” Suddenly his hand left your breast before you felt his strong grasp on your throat. He pulled your head back so he could hover his lips over yours as he asked, “Or are you mine?”
The scent of his Alpha, the feel of his hand on your throat, his fingers teasing you so deliciously as his lips grazed yours with every possessive word that fell out of your mouth.
“Please, please,” you begged. “Please, Sam. Fuck. Please.” You were desperate like never before squirm in his grasp, needing to feel him consume every part of you. “I’m yours.”
His lips curled back into a pleased snarl as he watched the desperation on your face grow feral. “Say it. Say the words.”
“I’m your Omega.”
The growl that came from Sam was pure animal as he snarled against your lips before letting your throat go. He pushed you forward, causing your hands to fly out and press against the cool tile wall as his grip found your waist and tugged you closer to him. Clutching at whatever you could grasp onto, you felt him lift you onto your toes as he lined himself up before he thrust.
You cried out as he went ball deep inside you, his cock throbbing just as desperate as your pussy had been clenching around nothing. With a hand on your hip, his other then found the back of your neck as he used it as leverage. You whined with need as he began a hard pace, taking his time with each thrust to feel you squeeze his cock every time he slid out of you.
Clawing at the wall, you tried to take some power back, tried to thrust back into him. But his grip had you stuck in place. There was nothing equal in this, he was playing you like a toy and all you could do was enjoy.
His cock thrust into you with a bruising force, his hip bones crashing into your ass. You were pushed forward with every thrust until your chest was pressed against the cold tiled wall. Your nipples ached at the coolness, only adding to your pleasure as he continued to torture you with such a slow pace.
Hand leaving the back on your neck, Sam drifted over your spin until he reached the globes of your ass. Then there was a sharp sting as the sound of him spanking you filled the room.
“Fuck!” You clenched around him, arching your back as you squeezed his cock inside you. Sam growled at your grip, his pace starting to finally pick up.
Bringing his hand down again, Sam spanked your other cheek as he continued to fuck you hard. Your nails tried to claw into the wall, but your grip simply slid over the tiles, giving you nothing to grasp.
When your ass was singing in beautiful pain, Sam finally relented as he then reached around to find your clit. He pressed his cest to your back as his fingers gently grazed over the bundle of nerves. The stark contrast of his action, having gone from feral to delicate, had your head spinning.
You came on his cock, crying out as your legs gave out underneath you. Sam’s grip saved you from collapsing in the shower as he held you to him. Your pussy clenched around his still thrusting cock as it milked him for his own release.
With a groan, Sam gave one last thrust, burying himself deep inside you as he came. You could feel strings of cum spill from him as he filled you to the brim. Moaning, you clenched around his over sensitive cock, causing it to spasm and spurt out more inside you as Sam twitched with too much pleasure.
Out of breath and spent, you smiled as Sam began to pepper kisses along your back. The two of you took a moment or so, recovering as your bodies sang in bliss.
When he was a little more himself, Sam carefully pulled himself out of you, hissing as he did. You couldn’t help but grin over your shoulder, knowing he was very sensitive right now. Catching that look in your eyes, he swatted your ass with a grin of your own. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned at the contact.
Sam was gentle with you after that, carefully continuing to wash the rest of your body as you remained a little too blissed out to be worth much good. You were purring inside, so satiated and buzzed.
“Wow.” You smiled lazily.
Sam just chuckled, shaking his head as he continued to clean you.
Watching him clean you thoroughly, a thought occurred to you. “Hey Sam… could Mordechai be a Tulpa?”
His hands stopped their work as his eyes ragged up to meet yours. He was shocked, until his lips split into a wide smile. Leaning forward, he kissed you fiercely. “You’re brilliant.”
Smiling against him, you gave a light shrug. “I do my best.”
Chuckling, Sam then pulled back and continued washing you until he was done. Then you were stepping out before he turned to wash himself as you grabbed your towel to wrap it around yourself.
“Hey, I'm back.”
He didn’t even flinch at the sound of his brother returning before Sam called out in return. “Hey, where were you?”
“Oh, I went out,” Dean answered.
As Sam finished washing himself, he kept talking to his brother, “So I think Y/N might have a theory about what's going on.”
Reaching around, he shut the water off and stepped out. You passed him his own towel, your eyes watching the water drip down his body. Suddenly you were ready for round two.
“Oh yeah?” Dean called back.
“What if Mordechai is a Tulpa?” Sam explained.
“Tulpa?”
Opening the bathroom door, Sam stepped out into the main space of the motel room, followed by you. “Yeah, a Tibetan thought form,” he noted to his brother.
Dean looked a little off, but was quick to shrug and play it cool. “Ahh, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is,” he insisted. “Hey why don't you get dressed, I wanna go grab something to eat.” Stepping over to you, he leaned in to give you a kiss.
You leaned into him, kissing him back, expecting it to be quick but he paused. You could hear him sniff the air before he groaned lowly. His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into him and pressed his lips to yours hard.
“Come shower with me,” he pleaded, his fingers plucking at your towel, wanting to undo it so he could get his hands on your bare skin.
Laughing, you pushed at his chest playfully as you shook your head. “I just showered. Besides… I’m hungry.” You pouted up at him.
His eyes watched your lips fall into the pout and he groaned. “Can never say no to you.” Leaning in to kiss you once more, he then pulled back. “I’ll be quick. Make sure you’re ready to head out. Gonna feed my girl.”
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.
Sam was fast asleep in the passenger seat in front of you. Dean glanced over at him, a smirk forming on his lips.
Reaching over, he grabbed a plastic spoon and placed it in Sam’s mouth carefully. You watched, knowingly, with a smile of your own as he pulled out his phone and pressed a few buttons before moving it closer to Sam. He took a quick photo and tucked the phone back into his pocket.
Then he turned the music up until Sam jolted awake.
Spitting out the spoon, Sam shook himself as he was forced awake. Once he realised what had happened, Dean’s laughter a dead giveaway, he glared. “Ha ha, very funny.”
Dean simply chuckled. “Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own.”
“Man, we're not kids anymore Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again.”
“Start what up?” Dean played dumb.
“That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates.”
“Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair in your shampoo again huh?”
Rolling your eyes, you looked between them before leaning forward to rest on the back of their chair. “Every time you guys play pranks I always end up getting pulled into it,” you noted before reaching forward to turn the music down.
Dean moved quickly to kiss your exposed neck before he turned back to the road. “That’s ‘cause you never take a side.”
Sam turned a charming smile onto you. “Maybe she should.”
Looking into the younger brother’s eyes, you felt your cheeks burn. His smile grew as if he knew how he made you feel. Leaning forward, he caught your lips with his own.
Melting against him, you sighed into his mouth as he brought his hand up to cup the back of your head, keeping you against him. Moving closer, you went jelly against the back of their chair as he turned around as much as he could.
“Hey! Hey!” Dean swatted at the two of you. “You’re not playing fair. I can’t win her over while I’m driving!”
Laughing, Sam pulled back as he turned a smirk of his own to his brother. “Just remember you started this.”
Rolling your eyes once more, you fell back into your seat, trying to ignore the heat between your thighs.
…
While Sam was busy carrying yours and his things, and unlocking the motel room door, Dean took the chance to sweep you up. As soon as the room’s door was open he threw his bag inside and grabbed you, lifting you into his arms.
You gasped out of surprise and shock before laughing as your legs wrapped around him. His hands grasped your ass over your jeans as he hurried the two of you over to one of the two beds before dropping the two of you onto it. On top of you, he took a short moment to grin down at you before he crashed down, pressing his lips against yours in bruising kisses.
Moaning against him, you carded your fingers through his hair as his fingers crept under your shirt, causing you to grind against him as heat began to pool in your panties once again.
“Hey!” Sam threw a pillow from the other bed at his brother. “We’ve got a job to do.”
Groaning, Dean pulled back just enough to look over at him. “You’re just worried I’ll win her over and she’ll take my side.” The playful glare Sam gave told both you and Dean that he was right. He just laughed. “Don’t worry, Sammy, you can still play with her after you lose.”
Swatting at Dean’s chest, you glared at both of them. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not taking sides here. I want nothing to do with whatever stupid crap you guys are about to get up to.”
“Really?” Dean turned to you. “What if I promise taking my side will come with perks?”
Hesitating a moment, you raised an eyebrow as you asked, “What kind of perks?”
“Maybe a late night ride in Baby… take you somewhere secluded… and then bend you over the hood and have you screaming on my knot?”
You swallowed thickly, ready to follow him in an instant.
Sam came over to stand by the bed then, his crotch in line with your head. Your eyes dragged up his body until you met his heated gaze, pausing any words of compliance towards Dean in your throat.
“I’ll have you coming on my tongue until you see stars, and then I’ll fuck you from behind so I can smack your ass until you can’t sit for days.”
An involuntary whine escaped from your lips as you looked up at the younger brother.
Dean’s hand came out to caress your cheek as he turned your attention back to him. “Don’t listen to him, sweetheart. I know the Omega in you wants nothing more than to be wild out at night, under the stars.” Leaning forward, he nuzzled your neck, licking tentatively at your pulse point.
Your head was turned towards Sam, which meant you could watch him drink in the sight of you as his hand reached down to rub at the very obvious lump in his pants.
“I just wanna taste you on my tongue. Bury my face in you until I can’t breathe,” he started. “Making the Alpha in me pant at the thought, baby.”
Your eyes rolled back as their Alpha scents smothered you deliciously. “Oh fuck.”
For days now this is how you’d lived. Both brothers torturing you and worshipping you with every fibre of their Alpha beings. They were praising and thanking you for staying with them instead of going with their father.
It had been a big risk, denying the pack Alpha, but you knew it was what was best for you. You knew going with him would leave you miserable and alone. If you had gone with John you wouldn’t be stuck in the torturous prediciment the brothers had you in, now.
“You two aren’t playing fair,” you pouted, whining at both of them.
Chuckling against your throat, Dean pulled away then. You moaned in disapproval as he slipped off the bed entirely. “Sorry, sweetheart, but you don’t wanna play.” He shrugged.
“I want to play, I just don’t want to choose,” you argued.
Sighing, with a soft smile, Sam leaned over to catch your lips with his in a searing but short kiss. “No one’s making you.”
As he pulled away to join his brother by the bags by the table, you sighed and dropped back onto the bed. You were wet and horny, and they were leaving you to cool down without any satisfaction.
“Next time either of you want sex I’m withholding it,” you declared.
“Sure,” Dean scoffed.
“We believe you,” Sam added.
Rolling your eyes, you rolled over and buried your face into the pillow to scream in frustration. Meanwhile, they got back to work.
“Gimme the lowdown again?” Dean asked.
“All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house,” Sam started.
“Haunted by what?
“Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Anyway this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar.”
As you rolled back over to watch them, you spotted Dean frowning. “Anybody ID the corpse?”
Sam shrugged. “Well, that's the thing. By the time the cops got there the body was gone. So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains.”
“Maybe the cops are right,” Dean suggested.
Sam didn’t look convinced. “Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere.”
“Where'd you read these accounts?”
Sam scoffed, as if he knew this line of questioning from his brother wasn’t going to end well, “Well, I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm, last night, I surfed some local ... paranormal websites. And I found one.”
“And what's it called,” Dean pressed.
“HellHoundsLair.com”
“Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement.”
“Yeah, probably.” Sam shrugged.
“Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter.”
Sam sighed, shrugging once more. “Look we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out.”
“All right. So where do we find these kids?”
You chimed in then, smiling. “Drive-in, boys… means food!” Jumping off the bed, you scooped up Baby’s keys from the table.
Dean reached out after you, trying to snatch the keys away. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“If I’m not getting satisfied with dick, I’m getting satisfied with fries,” you stated matter of factly, holding the keys in front of you, moving them closer to your neck as you tilted your head back. Both brothers eyed the vulnerable skin with heated eyes as you grinned. “Unless you’re finally ready to make his kitty pur.”
Jumping out of his seat, Dean snatched the keys away from you with one hand as the other snaked around your waist. He leaned in, breathing against your neck, scenting you as he backed you up until your back was against the door.
You giggled and bit your lip, tilting your head further to give him more access as he began to trail his lips over the exposed skin.
Sam stood then, eyeing you knowingly and hungrily, but he kept his focus. “She can have fries, Dean. Your dick can wait. We’ve got a job.”
Pausing for a brief moment, Dean breathed in your scent once more before he pulled back. “Yeah, you’re right. I know,” he mumbled.
You stepped aside and let Dean leave as you pouted at Sam. “I just wanna have fun. You guys are the ones who got me so hot and bothered.”
Chuckling lightly, he leaned down to kiss the corner of your lips. “Patience.” Then he continued on, walking out with his brother.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself, you then followed the brothers out and over to Baby, hoping that this case will hurry up and finish itself so you can enjoy your two Alphas.
…
Sitting at one of the tables in the diner, you watched as the brothers went to each of the three people that had been at the incident. You had gotten the fries you wanted, and a cheese burger, which you were currently casually munching on as your eyes drifted around the room.
You couldn’t help but smile, seeing the looks on the brothers’ faces. Whatever they were being told wasn’t that helpful.
Good. Means they’re suffering. Serves them right.
Rocking side to side a little, happy with your food and showing it with a little dance, you smiled at the brothers as they headed your way. “Get anything good?”
Dean dropped into the seat next to you. “That was painful,” he sighed.
Subconsciously, your body turned to lean against him as his arm rested behind your chair. “Wanna share my burger?” you offered.
Even though he was half of the reason you were sexually frustrated- once again- you still felt the need to ease him. It was the Omega in you, the need to care for your Alphas outweighing your desire to brat a little.
Dean smiled appreciatively before grabbing the burger to dig in.
Sam sat across from the two of you. He reached over to slide your water closer, which you were sure he didn’t even realise he’d done. Since you’d decided to stay with the brothers over John he’d become more of a caregiver towards you two. Your theory was that it was his own subconscious way of showing his thanks.
“We got a lead,” Sam started.
“Finally,” Dean grumbled around his mouth full of food.
Ignoring his brother, Sam went on, “All three retold the story differently, but they all agreed on one thing. The same person was the one who told them about the place and took them there.”
Nodding as you grabbed another fry, you shrugged. “So where is this guy?”
“Works at a record store,” Sam answered. “We’ll check it out tomorrow. For now, we should head back and get some rest.”
“Okay.” Dusting the salt off your fingers, you slid off your chair as Sam stood as well.
Dean took another couple of bite of the burger before wrapping it all up and grabbing the food to go. He was already pulling the keys out of his pocket and headed towards Baby before you and Sam had moved.
…
Walking out of the bathroom in an oversized shirt that belonged to one of the brothers- you weren’t sure who exactly, though- you walked into the darkened motel room. Both brothers were in bed, Dean flicking through his phone while Sam was sitting up, with his arm resting behind his head. He was looking up at the ceiling, deep in thought.
You used to struggle with picking who to sleep with, but since John had gone again you’d left it to your instincts. You trusted yourself more than you ever had before, so you simply let your feet do the walking and didn’t question which bed you ended up crawling into.
Tonight you found yourself creeping over to Sam. His eyes caught sight of you as you neared. Reaching over, he pulled the sheets away and let you crawl in beside him.
Humming happily, you smiled as he shifted until he was pressed against your back, his arm wrapping around you. His nose found the crook of your neck where he breathed in your scent which had him sigh with content. Any tension left his body.
After a short while Dean turned his phone off and rolled over. Not too long after that, you heard his breath even as he fell asleep. Neither you nor Sam had drifted off, yet.
“You should get some sleep,” he whispered to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
Nodding against him, you shuffled into him further, letting his warmth and embrace lull you to sleep as his breath stayed even against your neck.
…
You walked between Dean and Sam, the latter taking the lead as the three of you stepped into the record shop Craig supposedly worked at. Your eyes drifted, taking in all the records and cds on display for sale. You didn’t even pay attention to the customers milling about, knowing the brothers would take charge as they always did.
It was nice, benign included in the hunts even though you didn’t always bring something to the table. It just felt really good to be wanted, not necessarily needed. The brothers liked having you around, and now that you were all on a more trusting level neither brother had a problem bringing you along.
“Hey,” a guy who you could only assume worked there, stepped up to you and the Winchester brothers, “can I help you with anything?”
Sam nodded, taking charge. “Yeah, are you Craig Thurston?”
“I am,” the guy answered.
“Well we're reporters with the Dallas Morning News,” Dean started. “'m Dean, this is Sam and Y/N.”
Craig looked to each of you, growing excited at the prospect of some publicity. “No way. Well I'm writer too. I write for my school's lit magazine.”
You watched him as he tried to cover up any hint of his excitement, getting back to work. He was a small Beta, not much on him. You doubted the guy ever got much attention so this was like Christmas for him. Sniffing the air, you could practically taste him trying to puff up his chest proudly. But he was a Beta… you could barely sense him over the brothers.
“Well, good for you Morrissey.” Dean gave a tight smile. Clearly he didn’t care.
Ignoring his brother, Sam got back on track, “Umm. We're doing an article on local hauntings and rumour has it you might know of one.”
“You mean the Hell House?”
“That's the one.” Dean nodded.
“I didn't think there was anything to the story.”
“Why don't you tell us the story?” Sam suggested.
Taking the bait, Craig started, “Well, supposedly back in the '30s this farmer, Mordachai Murdoch, used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that's when he went off the deep end.”
“How?” Sam asked.
“Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death,” Craig explained. “So he attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop but he just strung 'em up, one after the other. And when he was all finished he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside.”
So much for joining them in the case. You knew, without a doubt, they weren’t going to let you tag along if you were in any particular danger.
Dean watched him carefully. “Where'd you hear all this?”
“My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from.” Craig shrugged. “Ya gotta realise, I- I didn't believe this for a second.”
“But now you do,” Sam noted.
Craig sighed, “I don't know what the hell to think, man. You guys, I--I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, ok? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, ok?”
…
Sam and Dean were walking ahead of you as the three of you neared Mordachai’s house. It was run down, barely standing. The property was off the road, a decent distance away to not be worth much to pay attention to. Clearly that had changed recently, though.
“Can't say I blame the kid,” Sam sighed as he took in the state of the house.
Craig never wanted to come back to this place, and you could tell why.
“Yeah, so much for curb appeal,” Dean added.
As the three of you came to the edge of the front fence of the house, both brothers stopped and turned to you.
“This is where the line stops,” Dean noted, giving you a pointed look.
You glanced from him to Sam, trying to plead with your eyes. But the younger Winchester simply nodded, agreeing with his brother. “Story says any girl that goes inside won’t come out. You’re staying here.”
Pouting, you gave in with a sigh. “Fine, but if anything happens-”
Reaching forward, Sam rested his hand on your arm reassuringly. “If anything happens we’ll come right out. We don’t wanna risk you following us in.” He knows you would. Any sign of danger and you’d run in to save them. “Just promise me you’ll stay safe.”
Nodding, you did just that.
He smiled, stepping closer to you. “Thank you.” Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before he and his brother turned to walk towards the house, leaving you to stand there and wait anxiously.
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.
Coming to, you found yourself tied up to one of the foundation pillars. Sam was to your right, with Dean on his right. Meg was crouching in front of the three of you, watching, waiting with a smirk placed firmly on her face.
Sam grunted and gasped, waking up moments after you.
“Hey, Sam?” Dean started. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend...is a bitch.”
You snarled at Meg which just made her smirk grow.
Sam ignored you all, though, as he focused on Meg, his mind ticking as the pieces fell into place. “This, the whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin’ what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn’t it? And that the victims were from Lawrence?”
She chuckled. “It doesn’t mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that’s all.”
“You killed those two people for nothin’,” Sam spat.
“Baby, I’ve killed a lot more for a lot less.”
“You trapped us. Good for you. It’s Miller time.” Dean shrugged. “But why don’t you kill us already?”
Meg rolled her eyes. “Not very quick on the uptake, are we? This trap isn’t for you.”
The second the words left her lips you knew the truth.
“John.”
Her head snapped in your direction. “Clever girl.” She smiled.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re dumber than you look,” Dean scoffed. “'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn’t walk into something like this. He’s too good.”
“He is pretty good. I’ll give you that.” She stood and walked over to him. You had to struggle against your binds to watch as she straddled him. “But you see, he has one weakness.”
“What’s that?” he asked, voice tense with repulsion.
“You,” she answered simply. “He lets his guard down around his boys, lets his emotions cloud his judgement.” She leaned in closer to him. “I happen to know he is in town. And he’ll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody… nice and slow and messy.”
Dean had all the faith in John, though. Nothing she said would scare him. “Well, I’ve got news for ya. It’s gonna take a lot more than some….shadow to kill him.”
“Oh, the Daevas are in the room here,” she countered. “They’re invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see.”
“Why you doin’ this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?”
Meg turned to Sam to answer his question, her tone going from cocky to defensive quickly. “I’m doing this for the same reasons you do what you do… loyalty. Love.” She paused before her grin returned. “Like the love you had for Mummy… and Jess.”
“Go to hell,” he spat.
“Baby, I’m already there.” Crawling away from Dean, she moved over to Sam before sitting herself in his lap. “Come on, Sam. There’s no need to be nasty.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I think we both know how you really feel about me.” Her body was pressed against his. “You know, I saw you watching me. Changing in my apartment. Turned you on, didn’t it?”
The rope that had you tied to the spot was cutting into your wrists as you struggled against them. You wanted to dig your teeth into her throat and rip it out. You wanted to tear her to shreds and wear her blood like war paint. You wanted to kill her with your bare hands and teeth, and not stop until she was turned to nothing.
“I didn’t mind,” she went on. “I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun.”
You felt something primal snap in you as she began to grind against him. But what really got your blood pumping was when she started the nibble on his neck.
“You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I’m a little tied up right now.” Sam’s voice was tight as he just sat there stiffly.
Slowly, he turned his head to catch your gaze. You held it as you continued to struggle against your binds. The stench of your rage was thick in the room. There was no doubt everyone could smell it.
The sound of something metallic clinking against the ground had everyone freeze.
Meg waited barely a second before she scurried over to Dean and snatched away the knife he’d been using to cut away at his ties. Then she slid back over to Sam, right back onto his lap.
“Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?”
Sam shook his head. “No. No.” She pulled back to watch him as he went on, “That’s because I have a knife of my own.”
Breaking free from his bins, Sam grabbed Meg and smashed his head into hers. She fell back with a heavy weight as he grunted and groaned in pain, clutching at his head.
“Sam!” Dean called out. “Get the altar.”
Fighting the pain and dizziness, Sam pulled himself to his feet and fumbled over to the altar as quickly as he could. Grabbing the table, he flipped it, sending the contents of the altar flying and falling.
The sound of screeches filled the room as shadows began to suddenly rush Meg. The three of you watched as she was dragged to the large windows before she was thrown through them.
Sam hurried over to Dean, handing him a spare knife before he moved to cut you free. The second you were able to move you ran over to the edge of the window and looked down. Lying there, on the ground in a mangled heap, was a now very dead Meg.
Dean and Sam came over to stand on either side of you, the youngest breaking the silence, “So, I guess the Daevas didn’t like being bossed-”
Before Sam could finish his sentence you grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to you. Crashing his lips onto yours, you devoured any words he’d been about to speak as you reclaimed him as your own.
When you finally let up and gave him the chance to pull away, Sam looked down at you with wide eyes.
“Mine,” was all you could say.
Dean shifted behind you, which had you spinning on your heels to grab his shirt to hold him in place.
“Mine,” you repeated.
With both brothers in your grasp, the Alphas nodded. “Yours,” they said at the same time.
Their confirmation allowed you to relax. Your grip on their shirts slipped as you felt the tension, stress and anxiety fade away.
“You okay?” Sam asked as he stepped closer to you, resting a hand on your shoulder.
Nodding, you found yourself lost for words.
Seeming to sense that, Dean placed a gentle hand on the small of your back. “Let’s get you back to the motel room.”
All you could do was nod again as you let the brothers lead you away, feeling security and comfort replace the negativity you’d been filled with moments ago.
…
One of Sam’s hands was in yours, while his other held the duffle bag of supplies. Dean was a couple steps ahead, pulling out the key to the hotel room out of his pocket.
You were more than eager for rest after the job’s events. The whole thing had been taxing on so many levels. More than just physical. So the idea of being able to rest up for the rest of the night before moving on sounded amazing.
“Why didn’t you just leave that stuff in the car?” Dean asked Sam as he started unlocking the room’s door.
Sam shrugged. “I said it before, and I’ll say it again. Better safe than sorry.”
As Dean opened the door, the three of you shuffled into the room, only to come to a sudden stop at the sight of a man standing by the window.
“Hey!” Dean yelled in an instant, out of instinct.
Your instincts were different, though. Using your free hand, you held it out in front of the older brother as your other hand held Sam back. “Guys… wait…”
The scent had hit you before you’d fully comprehended the thought of someone breaking into your hotel room. You knew he was there before you could even think of a whisper of there being a threat.
Sam dropped the duffle bag and reached for the light, turning it on to erase the darkness in the room and reveal who was standing in front of you.
John smiled at the three of you, proud and relieved.
“Dad?” Dean was clearly shocked.
John simply nodded. “Hey, boys. Y/N.”
Reacting with emotion, Dean stepped forward, meeting his father halfway before the two of them embarrassed in a long and tight hug. The emotion filled the room, reaching even you and Sam as the two of you hesitated to move from the room’s door.
As they pulled away, John looked to his other son. “Hi Sam.”
All Sam could do was nod as he responded softly, “Hey, Dad.
John’s eyes turned to you, then. The breath he let out released so much tension and emotion. There was so much longing and need. He needed the reassuring touch of his Omega. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t his.
Finger’s slipping out of Sam’s grasp, you felt your heart ache a little as you did what you were taught to do and stepped up to the Alpha of your pack.
John pulled you to him as soon as you were within reach. Grasping the back of your head, he buried his face in your neck as he breathed in your scent. At the same time you could sense him scenting you, making sure to leave a reminder of himself as he held you against him.
Pulling back ever so slightly, he searched your eyes without really reading them, before he pulled you in and pressed his lips against yours in a desperate kiss.
It was muscle memory. With the muscle memory came other memories which flooded your mind and heart. Tears pricked at your eyes as you lifted your hand to grasp his jacket and hold him closer. Melting into his touch and the kiss, you revelled in the memories of comfort and security this man had created with you over the years you’d been together.
Cupping your face, he wiped away a stray tear from your cheek as he pulled you away. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too, sir.”
He chuckled lowly at the title. “You being a good girl for my boys?”
“Always.”
Humming his approval, he leaned back in to press his lips against yours in a tender but shorter kiss. Pulling back, he slipped his hand into yours, keeping you by his side as he turned to his sons.
“So… what happened?”
Dean was the one to jump in line and start answering his questions. “It was a trap. I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right,” John assured him. “I thought it might’ve been.”
“Were you there?”
John nodded, answering Dean’s question. “Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy, right?”
“Yes, sir,” both of his sons answered.
“Good.” John gave a short nod. “Well, it doesn’t surprise me. It’s tried to stop me before.”
It was Sam’s turn to ask questions, “The demon has?”
“It knows I’m close,” John explained. “It knows I’m gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. Actually kill it.”
The look of confusion but intrigued in Dean’s eyes barely covered the hope lingering there. “How?”
John just smiled. “I’m workin’ on that.”
“Let us come with you. We’ll help,” Sam offered.
Shaking his head, John declined the offer, “No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don’t want you caught in a crossfire. I don’t want you hurt.”
“Dad, you don’t have to worry about us.”
“Of course I do. I’m your father. Your Alpha.” He gave your hand a squeeze before he went on, “Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s good to see you again. It’s been a long time.”
“Too long.”
Hand slipping from yours, John stepped up to his youngest and pulled him into a hug. The two held each other with a different kind of emotion than what he’d shared with Dean moment’s ago.
It happened so fast.
As John and Sam pulled away something came out of nowhere and grabbed them, throwing them across the room. You felt a force grab you, like invisible hands clutching at your arms before you were tossed like a ragdoll against the wall.
Your head collided with the drywall with enough impact that you felt yourself growing dizzy in an instant. You were so caught off guard you could only barely focus on the others as Dean cried out for his family before he too was thrown around.
Claws slashed at your arms, cutting through your jacket as blood began to seep through the wounds. You cried out, screaming as whatever had you did just barely enough damage to make sure you weren’t able to fight back.
“Shut your eyes!” Sam ordered over the chaos. “These things are shadow demons, so let’s light ‘em up!”
Barely having enough time to react, you squeezed your eyes shut just like he’d told you all to do. Behind your eyelids you saw the brightest of lights fill the room as Sam did something to banish the shadow demons. They screeched and screamed as the light erased them from existence momentarily.
Hands were grabbing you again in a matter of seconds, only they were gentler. You could sense they belonged to Sam without needing to open your eyes. Letting him grab you, you let him guide you out of the room as Dean hurried to help John before the four of you rushed out of the hotel as quickly as you could.
Leaning on Sam, your eyes now open, you let him rush you over to Baby. He’d grabbed the duffle bag of supplies before leaving the room at some point. Once he was certain you were steady enough, he let you go and threw the bag into the back of the car before turning his attention back to you.
His hands and eyes searched everywhere, taking in your injuries. “How bad are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” you insisted, grabbing his hands to stop him.
Letting his hands stop, he watched as yours slipped into his grasp before he gave them a gentle squeeze. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against yours as he let his breathing calm down, along with his rapidly beating heart.
As Dean and John caught up, Sam then pulled away to turn to them. “We don’t have much time. As soon as the flare’s out, they’ll be back.”
Dean shook his head as they came to a stop by the two of you. “Wait, wait, wait! Sam, wait. Dad, you can’t come with us.”
Sam was clearly shocked. “What? What are you talkin’ about?”
“You… you’re beat to hell,” John started to argue.
But Dean was adamant, “We’ll be alright.”
“Dean, we should stick together. We’ll go after those demons-”
He cut Sam off, “Sam! Listen to me! We almost got Dad killed in there. Don’t you understand? They’re not gonna stop. They’re gonna try again. They’re gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad’s vulnerable when he’s with us. He- he’s stronger without us around.”
Leaning against Baby, you watched the three Alphas, sensing them trying to out scent each other to win the argument. As they stood there it was becoming more and more clear that John was beginning to agree with Dean.
Sam shook his head. “Dad, no.” He reached out to rest his hand on his father’s shoulder. “After everything… after all the time we spent lookin’ for you- Please. I gotta be a part of this fight.”
“Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play,” John explained. “For now, you’ve got to trust me, son. Okay, you’ve gotta let me go.”
There was a brief moment of hesitation before Sam nodded, letting his hand fall from his father’s shoulder in a sign of defeat.
Knowing he could go without either of his sons fighting him on it, John stepped away from them, getting ready to leave. Only before he could walk off to his truck, which was parked at the other end of the ally, he turned to you.
“You should come with me.”
Your mouth gaped open and closed out of shock. “Wha… what?”
“I know you’re hunting with them,” he started. “I know you’re putting yourself in danger, and I know they’re encouraging it. You’ll be safer with me,” he explained as he reached his hand out expectantly, waiting for you to take it and go with him.
The thing is… you would be miserable with him. You knew it, deep down. He would have you locked away in your hotel room, tucked away from anyone who might harm you. Anything that might harm you. But that was harmful in its own way. In a depression, anxiety, bad thoughts and bad mental place kind of way.
But how could you say no to the man who saved your life? Didn’t you owe him everything? Until challenged, he was your Alpha, right? So how were you supposed to deny his request?
No answer came to mind, so you did the one thing your body was screaming at you to do.
Slinking back, you found yourself sliding into Sam’s side as you shook your head. “No.”
John looked at you dumbfounded. He was completely shocked and confused, and you even spotted a hint of betrayal in his eyes. But he didn’t fight you on your decision, and you realised in that moment the two of you were experiencing your first disobedience against him.
Lowering his hand, he turned his back on the three of you and started towards his truck. When he reached it he paused and turned to look at your little group one last time before he got into the truck and drove off.
Sam’s arm wrapped around you as he led you to Baby and guided you into the backseat. Neither of the brothers commented on the decision you’d made as they got into the front. Not even Dean questioned why you’d denied their father as he started the car.
In fact, if you didn’t know any better… you swore you could sense relief in both of them as Dean began to drive off in the opposite direction of their pack Alpha.
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.
You sat on the hood of your truck… well… the truck you’d stole two days ago. It was about time to ditch it. Right now, however, you were focused on the flames in front of you. During the month you’d been on your own you’d managed to gank a total of three ghosts by yourself. Sure, it wasn’t like you were wrestling werewolves and wrangling wendigoes, but you felt pretty badass nonetheless.
This particular ghost had been a bitch to get down. He’d clawed you up like a damn cat. You’d barely had the strength to toss your lighter into his grave, which was located in the middle of the woods. His hands had been so tightly wrapped around your throat you knew for a fact there were already bruises forming.
Sam and Dean would kill you if they knew what you were doing.
You’d ditched your phone the second you’d ditched the Winchesters. Of course you weren’t a complete fool. First you sent out a message to Bobby, letting him know you were safe but venturing off on your own. You knew he’d let the boys know as soon as they started pestering him for information.
Normally you went to him after a fight. Whenever you’d needed a break from either the brothers or John, you always ended up at Bobby’s. They knew that. It’s why they’d been bugging him last time you’d run off. He might not have given away the details but they would have known, deep down, that you were there with him.
Not this time, though. No, you weren’t taking the risk. Having been gone for so long, Sam and Dean would have actually dragged their asses to Bobby’s to drag you back with them. Part of you kinda wished you could have seen the look on their faces.
With the flames dying down, you sighed and climbed off the truck. Slipping in behind the wheel, you turned her on, backed up, and decided to head south. You’d heard about a guy that had gone missing one state over, and how a kid who was witness to it was insisting he’d been taken by some kind of monster.
It wasn’t much, but it was something. If it turned out to be the kid’s wild imagination then you could always just move on to the next thing. Until then, you had nothing to lose, no reason not to go check this thing out.
…
Rolling through the town, you pulled out your disposable phone to check the time. It wasn’t late or anything, but you doubted the kid’s parents would appreciate you knocking on their door at this hour. So, instead of pursuing the case, you decided to stop by the local bar.
You left the car you’d picked up earlier that day on the side of the road a few blocks away from the bar. Carrying what little you had, you headed for the bar, hoping your suppressants would do their job and keep unwanted attention away from you.
So far you’d had some decent luck being out alone in society. An Omega your age would normally be with a mate or an Alpha or Beta carer. You were young and therefore presumably weak, timid, and… ripe for the taking.
With the way Dean, Sam and John stressed all the time, you had imagined you would’ve been harassed a million times over by now, but you’d barely had to shrug off a dozen Alphas during the month on your own.
You were really starting to believe things weren’t as bad as you’d feared.
The second you walked through the bar’s door all eyes turned to you. Perhaps I should rethink that theory…
Keeping your head held high, you made your way through the small crowd and headed for the first free table you spotted. Dumping your things on one of the free chairs at the table, you sat yourself down and focused on not paying anyone any attention as the gazes slowly drifted away from you.
“You okay, darlin’?”
Looking up, you smiled at the Omega waitress standing in front of you. She was pretty, red hair, a little bit of a tan that almost hid the littering of freckles all over her. She was tall for an Omega, and not as shapely as your kind normally were. She was different, charming looking but not in the typical sweet Omega way. No, she looked like she could handle herself.
Your eyes flickered to her neck, noticing the many scars on display. One sniff of her though and you could sense that those marks were all from the same Alpha. She was practically saturated in his scent.
“My man gets a little paranoid with me workin’ in a place like this. Doesn’t matter that I can kick his ass, he still frets over all these hungry animals.” She cracked a grin.
Lifting your gaze back up to hers, you smiled back at her. “I know a few Alphas like that, too.”
She nodded. “You’re pretty tiny, but I can tell you’d be able to knock a dog down a peg or two if you needed.”
It wasn’t the prettiest of compliments you’d heard but it made the Omega in you waggle with praise. You didn’t tend to feel that capable of yourself so for someone to suggest otherwise made you feel pretty amazing.
“Still, you okay honey? Young thing like you might be able to handle herself but that don’t mean you won’t stay outta trouble.”
“She’s not alone.”
Your back went rigid as all the hairs on your body stood on their end.
Their scents hit you then. You’d been so focussed on the Omega waitress, you hadn’t bothered keeping track of your surroundings. You didn’t think you’d need to with her watching your back in a way. But you could smell them now.
The unmistakable scent of ginger and musk, coffee and rosewood, with gunpowder and molasses.
Shifting in your seat, you looked over your shoulder at the two Alphas.
Dean was glaring at you with that disapproving look he’d perfected after having taken care of Sam as a kid. He was relieved- at least you hoped he was- he just wouldn’t show it until he was certain he’s made you feel guilty enough.
Sam, on the other hand, was filled with relief. Much like his brother, however, you knew he’d show more of his true feelings later. The younger brother was softer until you were alone with him. He could be scary if you didn’t find it so attractive.
“Darlin’, we got a problem here?” the waitress asked, eyeing the brothers. “I can get these two kicked outta here, all you gotta do is say the word.”
Chewing on your lip, you shook your head. “We’re fine. I know them.”
“Okay.” She relaxed a little, but with the way she was still eyeing the brothers, you knew she would stay true to her word and kick them out if you changed your mind. “Just wave me over when you’re ready to order.” Giving your arm a squeeze, she then headed off- not before giving the Winchesters one last warning glare.
Not caring about the death glare he and his brother were getting, Dean stepped up to you as Sam slid into the seat across from you. Your eyes were on the eldest of the two, though, as he continued to look at you with complete disapproval and disappointment.
“You have any idea how worried shitless we’ve been?”
“I can take a guess.” You shrugged, knowing your casual demeanour would only piss him off further.
His jaw clicked as he clenched it. “This isn’t funny, Y/N. You’ve been gone a month. We thought… we had no idea if you were even alive.”
It had been a thought that had plagued your mind with guilt during the time you’d been alone. Your adventure had not come easy. You knew everyone would be worried about you, and being an Omega meant you felt the need to fix that. You wanted to reassure everyone that you were safe and sound, but the only way to do that was to give in and give up.
Things just weren’t so black and white anymore. Hell, you were beginning to realise that they’d never been black and white. You were stuck between three Alphas who couldn’t or wouldn’t give you the commitment you needed. Without that commitment, you had other urges. You wanted to be your own self.
Being with the Winchesters had its restrictions. Dean and John had proven time and time again that you would always be held back. With Dean it was only to a certain point, but it was still a point you didn’t like.
Leaving gave you space. You didn’t have to watch them flirt with anyone else. Dean was the worst, going from girl to girl. Sam was bound to join in eventually- and you hadn’t forgotten the year and a half he spent with Jess. John wasn’t around to be a problem but you could recall the countless times he’d picked to settle between someone else’s thighs rather than yours. Knowing they all had someone else to turn to, and chose to do so, etched away at your self esteem and sanity.
You also got to escape the tension that had been growing between you and the brothers. Slapping Dean had been the last straw, but before then there’d been warning signs. Sam and Dean had been fighting and posturing over you for weeks. They’d been competing, both consciously and subsciously, for a while and it had taken its toll on all of you. Running away meant running away from that.
“I needed a break. To be honest… I think we all did,” you countered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t think I don’t remember what made me run away, Dean. I slapped you.”
His gaze softened then, as his thoughts went back to that day. “You didn’t mean it.”
“In the moment I did,” you argued. “And whether you meant what you said or not, you still said it. We both made mistakes. We were going to keep making them.” You gestured to Sam then. “And you two were going to keep trying to dominate the other. I had to go, for everyone’s sanity.”
“We went crazy looking for you,” Sam spoke. You looked over at him, seeing some of that earlier softness in his eyes fade. “If you were so worried about our sanity you should have said something. Running away only made things worse.”
Again, you shrugged. “Not for me.”
“Sure,” Dean scoffed. “Say that to the bruises on your neck.” Shaking his head, he finally took a seat. “What the hell happened? An Alpha get to you?”
Tugging on your jacket’s collar, you tried to hide the bruises as much as possible. “It was a ghost, actually.”
Dean clenched his jaw again.
“You’ve been hunting?” Sam asked.
“Yes,” you answered honestly and shortly. “And before you get your panties in a twist, they’ve all been salt and burn cases. Ghosts only. I’ve been playing it safe.”
“We can see your fucking neck, Y/N. Is that really what ‘playing it safe’ is supposed to look like?” Dean barked.
The two of you just glared at each other, neither one of you backing down. It was a rare moment where you refused to give into your Omega instincts and let the Alpha win. Having been on your own, it seemed you’d grown a rebellious streak.
“Okay…” Sam interjected, sensing that the tension between you and hit brother was only going to keep growing until someone snapped. It would inevitably end you you two fighting or fucking- neither of which you could do in public. “The case.” He looked to you. “Are you here because of the missing guy?”
“Yeah.” Nodding, you begrudgingly tore your eyes away from Dean and turned to his brother. “Heard some kid was a witness and insists it was a monster.”
“He was watching horror movies at the time,” Dean noted.
“And local police have now ruled out foul play,” Sam added. “Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle.” He gestured to the file he’d set on your table. “I’ve done some research.”
A smile tugged onto your lips. “Of course.”
Dean rolled his eyes, staying on track. “Well, they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn’t our kind of gig.”
“Yeah, maybe not. Except for this,” Sam pulled out John’s journal from his jacket. “Dad marked the area, Dean.” He turned to a page and showed you and Dean. “Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker.”
Taking his father’s journal, Dean frowned at what was written on the page Sam had turned to. “Why would he even do that?”
“Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night,” Sam noted. “Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too.” He took the journal back and flipped a couple of pages. “This county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state.”
As Dean took the book once more, you didn’t care to look at what Sam was showing. You were too distracted by the sight of the leather bound book. It was the most important object in John’s life. He loved and cared for that thing like it was a living being. You’d been taught to respect and trust it. Seeing it again, after having been gone from the Winchesters for so long, you felt a strong pang of guilt, regret, and loneliness hit you.
“That is weird.” Dean closed the journal and gave it back to his brother, drawing your attention back to reality. “Don’t phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot.”
“Well, there are all kinds. You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime.” Sam really had done some research.
It was then that you realised you would have been going in blind. If it wasn’t for the Winchesters showing up, you would have dived head first into this case and either left thinking it was nothing, or died because you knew very little on phantom attackers.
Maybe this hunting alone thing isn’t something I should be rushing in to...
Sam sighed, putting the journal away. “Look, Dean, I don’t know if this is our kind of gig either.”
Not needing his brother to say anymore, Dean nodded. “Yeah, you’re right, we should ask around more tomorrow.”
“Right.” Sam hesitated a moment before he turned to you. “I saw a motel about five miles back… you’re joining us right.”
“Whoa, whoa, easy.” Dean put his hand between you and his brother, waving until Sam turned to him. “We just got here.”
“You can stay, but… I wanna catch up with Y/N. And we should really get an early start,” Sam suggested as he rose from his seat.
“Catch up?” you asked, looking up at him.
“You’ve been gone for a month. I just wanna know how you’ve been,” he assured you with a kind smile.
You returned the smile and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I think we can manage a simple chat.”
Looking between the two of you, Dean sighed and got up. “Fine, we’ll head over to the motel.” He shook his head at his brother. “You really know how to have fun, don’t you, Grandma?”
Sam grinned triumphantly, proud and happy that he managed to win the argument- if you could call it that.
Rolling his eyes, Dean look to you then. “I’ll meet you two outside. Gotta take a leak.” Turning to you, he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Wait for me.”
He was insecure, unsure, uncertain. You’d left without saying goodbye once… you got the feeling he would be worrying for a while.
“Sam and I will wait for you,” you assured him.
Pulling back, he gave you a short nod and then headed for the bathrooms.
“Come on.” Sam reached under the table and grabbed your two bags you’d stashed under there earlier. “I’ll show you where the Impala is.”
You followed him as he led the way, walking out of the bar. Now that you were with Sam, you felt less gazes lingering on you as you left. Before, when you’d been alone, the looks had been more intense, hungry. Now, they were mostly curious. You’d forgotten just how different things were when you were with an Alpha.
“So…” Sam looked over his shoulder at you as you both continued to walk through the parking lot.
“So?”
“How have you been?”
You cracked a knowing smile. “You mean other than all the hunting and stuff?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Are you… are you okay?”
“Sam.” You came to a stop, looking up at him. “I’m tired. I’m stressed. I’m lonely. I don’t know where I stand. I’m an Omega with no direction. I want to have freedom, but to be honest, as great as this month has been, I’m not going to deny that it was lonely. I missed you and Dean like crazy.” You weren’t going to tell him that you cried yourself to sleep most nights. “Just like how I miss John. Maybe even more. I’ve never been on my own like that before. It was scary. But after a while… things got a little better. I really did think me leaving was for the best.”
“It wasn’t.”
He wasn’t arguing or accusing you. Looking up at Sam, you could see that he was just trying to explain his side of the situation.
“We got back to that motel room and you were gone. Dean… Dean went out of his mind. He and Cassie had talked and he’d explained everything to her. He ended things with her. Clean cut. She won’t be calling again unless it’s an emergency. You literally slapped some sense into him.”
At the mention of the slap, you flinched and looked away.
“He doesn’t care about it, you know. It was a shock, but… Dean forgave you the second he saw the guilt on your face. You regretted doing it right away, and hated yourself for it. I knew you were gonna punish yourself… I just didn't realise you were going to punish us in the process.”
“I wasn’t punishing you. Either of you. I just… I was tired of you two fighting over me. I was tired of not knowing where I stood with you. I was tired of having to compete for Dean’s attention. I was tired. I still am tired.”
“Running away isn’t the answer.”
“It sure did feel like one at the time.”
He watched you carefully. “Would you do it again?”
“If I got to go back in time? Yes.” You gave a short nod. “But am I planning on leaving again now? No.”
It was the truth. It didn’t mean you wouldn’t change your mind in the future, but for now you were certain you were going to stick with the brothers. The fact you’d randomly bumped into each other kinda made you think this is where you had to be. Plus, freedom was nice, but you missed the brothers. You were gonna make sure you had more say in your own life, but you missed having the Alpha presence.
A noise had you both tense and turn towards a nearby car. It had sounded like something had been pushed over.
Placing your bags on the ground, Sam pulled out a torch and got to the ground to take a peek under the car. He jumped as a cat hissed at him.
You laughed. “You alright there, Sammy? Did the kitty scare you?”
“Ha ha ha.” Turning off his torch, he got himself back to his feet, rolling his eyes at you.
“Come on, scaredy cat. Show me where Baby is.” You grabbed one of your bags.
As Sam leaned down to grab the other someone jumped out from the side of the car. You opened your mouth to warn Sam, but before you could speak you felt something hard and heavy hit you in the head.
Falling to the ground with a heavy thump, you landed next to Sam as he was knocked out as well. You looked up at your grinning attackers, then everything went black.scaredy-cat
Summary: Sam’s rut hits early and no one is prepared...
Pairing: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
A/N: This fic is for the Silence square for my @spndarkbingo card. It’s just a little drabble of a fic. Check out @scentsfromthebunker ‘s Sam scent for an extra level fanfic experience!!
Ao3: Link
Square Filled: Silence
Word Count: ~400
Warnings: ABO. Rut. Fear. Violence. Angst.
Bamby
You know he doesn’t mean to be like this. You know he can’t help it. But most of all… you know it’s only a matter of time before he finds you.
His rut had hit earlier than anyone had anticipated. Dean had tried to get between you and the Alpha who’d determined you would be his for the duration of his condition, and that mistake had led to Dean being knocked out. You hated that you’d left him in the library, on the ground with a bleeding head where it had hit the floor far too hard. But if you’d stayed you would never had gotten the chance to help him anyway.
Sam was a beast at the best of times, but during his rut he was nothing but Alpha. Stronger, faster and more ruthless than ever, Sam was a danger when his cycle hit.
That’s why you’d never been around when it was due. He knew what he could get like, and so he’d put in precautions to make sure he never hurt anyone. An Alpha that goes without a mate for too long goes feral, and Sam was far too old not to have a mate by now. Unfortunately, now one had predicted an early rut, which meant no one had the chance to get Sam locked down in time.
Huddled in one of the many store rooms of the Bunker, your hand was pressed to your mouth as tears streamed down your face. You were doing everything you could to remain as calm and as quiet as possible in order to hear where he might be.
Determined to find you, Sam had locked the Bunker down and shut off the power. While in rut his senses were intensified, which mean he had no problem moving around in the dark. He could see almost perfectly, and smell absolutely everything. There honestly was no point in trying to hide from him.
You were determined to try though. The last thing you needed was to be found, fucked and claimed by a feral Alpha. Sam would never forgive himself, and he would have no control either. You would not be left unscathed.
The Bunker was eerily quiet. All you could hear was the thrum of your heartbeat pulsing in your head. Everything else was deathly silent. Sobbing into your hand, you squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to send a prayer out to whoever might be listening.
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.
You burst into the hospital, breathing raggedly as your heart threatened to break your ribs as it pounded in your chest. Hands shaking, legs barely keeping you up, you darted down the corridor. Sweat was beading on your forehead had as fear shook you to your core.
Rounding a corner, you saw him. He stood with two other men. Two men you didn’t care about. Two men that were practically invisible, because all you cared about was him.
“Sam!”
His head shot up at the sound of your voice. Leaving the two men, he hurried over to you. Once you were within reach, you were in his arms.
No words would form. Everything got stuck in your throat. You couldn’t even cry. The storm of panic and fear raging inside you had numbed all your senses. Clutching at Sam’s jacket, staring at the floor wide-eyed, you were frozen.
“Mr. Burkowitz?”
Keeping his hold on you, Sam glanced over his shoulder at the doctor standing behind him. He turned the both of you ever so slightly so he could face the man properly.
“Hey, Doc. Is he-”
The doctor cut him off, “He's resting.”
Sam gave a firm nod. “And?”
“The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart… it's damaged.”
“How damaged?”
The silence that followed chipped away at the hollow feeling already eating you up. That emptiness grew inside you as an overwhelming sense of being lost sunk into your stomach.
“We've done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point. But, I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month.”
Maybe a month...
“No, no.” Sam wasn’t going to give up so easily. “There's, there's… gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment.”
Maybe a month...
“We can't work miracles. I really am sorry.”
Maybe a month...
You turned your face into Sam’s shirt and finally let out a choked sob.
…
With your hand in Sam’s, the two of you entered the hospital room. Everything smelt… clean. Sterile. Unnatural. The beeping of the machines was very mechanical. Very inhuman. It all felt surreal, and yet too real at the same time.
“Have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible.”
Your eyes landed on the figure in the hospital bed. He looked weak… pale… like death.
“Dean,” his name came out in a broken whisper before you hurried over to his bed.
His attempt at a smile didn’t do much to hide his pain. “Hey sweetheart.” Lifting his arm with a groan, he let you crawl onto the bed and into his side.
Reaching up, you sniffed at his neck, seeking out his scent. It was so faint...
“We talked to your doctor,” Sam started.
Dean ignored him, looking back at the TV. “That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down.” He gave you a little squeeze. “You should never forgive us for leaving you in motel rooms to watch this crap.”
“Dean.” Sam was exasperated.
Sighing, Dean turned the TV off and looked to his brother as he stood at the end of the bed. “Yeah. All right, well, looks like you're gonna leave town without me.”
You sobbed against him, clutching at his shirt until your knuckles turned white.
“What are you talking about? We’re not gonna leave you here.”
But Dean was serious, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Hey, you better take care of that car, and my girl. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass.”
“I don't think that's funny.”
“Oh, come on, it's a little funny.” Dean cracked a smile and looked down at you. “Did you find it funny?”
Meeting his gaze, you didn’t bother hiding what you truly felt. You let your emotions shine through your eyes to break him just as much as you were breaking. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t his fault, but you weren’t going to let that stop you from feeling.
Sighing, he dropped his head back against his pillow and looked up at the ceiling. There was a pause as you snuggled back into his side, while Sam remained where he was, trying to fight off tears.
“Look, what can I say, man, it's a dangerous gig.” Dean looked to the two of you. “I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story.”
“Don't talk like that, alright? We still have options.”
“What options? Yeah, burial or cremation.” Dean was blunt, to the point, and all it did was chip away at your stability. “And I know it's not easy. But I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it.”
Sam scoffed. “Watch me.”
…
You felt… God, you didn’t even know how to explain what you were feeling. Sick? Sad? Broken? Lost? Confused? Hopeless? Helpless? Abandoned? Empty?
Sam was determined to find a way to save Dean, and you wanted to help. God you wanted to help. But you couldn’t. You’d spent the last twenty hours hunched over research, trying to find some miracle, but there’d been nothing. The only thing you’d found was more pain, more sickness.
Your stomach was cramping into tight knots. Sweat was dripping down the back of your neck. Your head was pounding like there was a freight train rattling around in there. You felt like you were going to pass out because of the pain, ut you were determined to fight through it. It’s what Dean would do...
As you’d forced yourself to work through your inner turmoil, Sam had noticed you getting worse. “You should rest.”
Not bothering to look up, you shook your head. “No.”
“Y/N.” He sighed, pulling himself to his feet. “You need to take care of yourself.”
“I said no!” you snapped, glaring at him.
Flinching back, he stared at you wide-eyed.
Guilt laced itself in all the poisonous emotions stirring in your chest. “I’m sorry, Sam. I just…” Shaking your head, you looked down at your lap. “I feel so… everything hurts. I just don’t… I don’t get it. Why?”
Walking over to you, he knelt by your seat and took your hands in his. “I know. But we’re gonna fix this.” Reaching up, he brushed your air from your face. “I’m gonna go get us some food. You need to eat. You should shower while I’m gone.”
Nodding, you worried your lip as you pushed yourself to your feet. He stood with you, watching as you started towards the bathroom. His hand stretched out, keeping yours in his grasp until you were out of reach.
“Take your time,” he called after you. “Dean would want you to take care of yourself.”
A single tear spilled from your eye as you turned back to give him a small nod and a sad smile. “Okay.”
Standing there, Sam watched you step into the bathroom. He didn’t look away until the door closed. Then he waited a moment longer, until the shower turned on, before he dashed out of the room to get you food.
…
The shower hadn’t helped. When you’d stepped out, you’d actually felt worse. As if moving from where you’d been hunched at the motel room table for hours had actually worked as a dam. Once you’d moved, however, that dam had broken, and now you felt terrible.
Alone in the motel room, you’d collapsed onto one of the beds. You’d barely been able to put on a pair of panties and one of Dean’s flannels, the pain making it hard for you to move.
When Sam came back, he found your sitting at the foot of one of the beds, knees to your chest, face buried against them as your sobs shook your body.
“Y/N?” Placing the food down on the table, he started towards you. “What happened?”
“Everything hurts,” you cried. “Everything hurts. Everything. Dean… Dean…” The tears streamed down your face as you looked up at him then. “I can’t lose him.”
Dropping to his knees in front of you, Sam shook his head. “You’re not going to-” As he reached out to give your arm a squeeze, he quickly pulled back as his eyes grew wide. “You’re burning up.”
“Sam,” you sobbed. “Everything hurts.”
He began to shake, as if he was fighting something inside him. He was tense, watching you carefully. “Y/N, the stress… you need to calm yourself down.”
“I-I can-can’t...”
“You have to.”
“I-I can’t… I can’t lose anyone else.” Your voice shook. “I ca-can’t be alone. I don’t want to be alone.”
“Fuck…” Sam searched your gaze, as he realised things weren’t so black and white for you.
This wasn’t just about possibly losing Dean… this was your last straw. He was the only one who had never left you. He was your only constant. He was the one you could always rely on… and he was on the brink of death. Losing him would leave you lost, confused, and lonely.
Squaring up his shoulders, he set his mouth in a straight, thin, determined line. “You’re not gonna be alone.”
“But-”
Reaching up to hold your face with both hands, Sam pushed up on his knees and pulled you closer, before crashing his lips onto yours.
You melted into the kiss, whining into his mouth as your knees dropped to the bed, letting you get closer to him. Sam pulled himself up, keeping his lips on yours as he stood. His touch, his scent, it drowned your worries. It warmed your heart and cooled your aches… until you remembered why you were aching.
Pushing on Sam’s chest, you gasped, bringing your hand up to your lips. “Sam… what about… what about…”
“I’ll stop.” His eyes were glued to your lips, but he meant it. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”
What about Dean? What about Jess? What about John? What about the research? What about the job? What about his revenge? What about his Stanford life? What about… everything? There were so many reasons why you should have told him to stop… but you didn’t.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
Leaning in, he crushed his lips against yours in another hungry kiss. Falling back, you dropped onto the bed as he followed, swallowing yours moans. His hands left your face, reaching for the flannel you wore. Pulling on it, he tore the buttons from the shirt, leaving your chest bare to him.
Sam’s lips trailed down to your jaw, to your neck, and then to your breasts. You arched into him crying at as he nipped and sucked at your skin, marking you with his mouth. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he reached between your thighs and cupped your mound.
“Oh fuck,” you whined. “Sam.”
Pulling back, he tore at his own clothes. You laid back, panting as your hands grasped your own breasts to replace his touch. Watching him, you groaned at the sound of his clothes ripping, at the sight of him revealing more and more flesh to you.
You’d forgotten he was hiding one hell of a body under all his baggy clothes.
Reaching for your panties, he didn’t give you any warning before he tore them in half. “You smell so fucking good,” he mumbled, getting onto his knees between your thighs.
As he leaned down, you watched him with bated breath. Plucking at your nipples, you whimpered as he stroked a single finger against your folds and then brought it to his lips. The hum that fell from his lips was almost enough to make you cum right then and there.
“Sam…”
“Wanna do this right,” he grunted, eyes your soaked pussy. “Gonna get you ready.”
The first push of his finger inside you made you cry out, you were wound up so tight. “Sam… Sam… fuck.”
Kissing your thigh, Sam didn’t say anything, too lost in your scent and the feel of you sucking his finger in. Instead, he leaned in closer and wrapped his lips around your clit. With his finger thrusting inside you, his lips sucking on your clit, Sam growled lowly.
The vibrations made you scream as your hands shot out to clutch at the blankets under you. Bucking your hips against his face, you arched your back off the bed as you chased your nearing climax. To help push you over the edge, Sam added a second finger and began to scissor them.
“Fuck!” Your back dropped onto the bed once more as you pushed into the mattress, feeling everything inside you tingle and vibrate with white hot pleasure.
Releasing your clit with a snarl, Sam climbed up your body and claimed your lips with his in a harsh kiss. As you continued to cry through your climax, he pulled his fingers away, lined up his cock, and then began to push in to you.
His head dropped to your shoulder as his body shook. “Forgot… forgot how… fuck, you feel good,” he groaned.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you held him close as he snuck further into you. Your legs dragged up his thighs before hooking around his back, pushing him in until you felt him bottom out. You walls pulsed around him as he continued to shake above you.
Pressing a kiss to your collarbone, he let out a rocky breath. “I’m gonna move, okay?”
“Please.”
Keeping as close to you as he could, he thrust his hips back to pull out of her before sliding right back in. He kept a steady pace, dragging himself against your walls as you stretched around his size. He was as long and thick as you’d remembered.
“More,” you begged, pulling him closer. “Harder.”
Grunting against you, he picked up the pace. You could still feel him shaking, trying to hold back as he gave you what you wanted. What you needed.
Pulling back, he rested his forearms on either side of you head and caged you in. Hungry eyes stared down at you neck as he thrust his hips into you bruisingly. He worked you hard, curling his lip into a snarl as you arched your back and begged for more.
Leaning down, he nipped at your neck. “Feel so good, 'Mega.”
The feel of his knot swelling sent a thrill through you.
“Yes. Sam, please. Need it. Need you.” Digging your nails into his back, and your heels into his ass, you begged for more. “Please, Sam. Please. Knot me. Fill me up. I need you. I fucking need you. Please Alpha!”
With a snarl, Sam slammed his hips into yours one last time as he forced his knot into you. Pumping his hips still, you could feel him fill you with his seed that never seemed to end. Screaming, you clawed at his back and squeezed his cock as you came.
Collapsing on top of you, Sam let out a breath as his hips slowed their pumping and finally stopped. “Holy crap.”
Humming, you squirmed underneath him. “Sam…”
“Right.” Wrapping an arm around your waist, he held you close as he turned you both onto your sides. “Better?”
“Much.” You nodded, snuggling into his side.
Melting into his scent, and his touch, and his warmth, you were struck by a realisation. Eyes going wide, you looked up at Sam. “Am… am I in heat?”
His thumb stroked your cheek as he nodded. “Yeah. I think it was all the stress.”
You hadn’t even noticed. You’d been so caught up in everything falling apart around you, you hadn’t stopped to check what was going on inside you.
Things made a little more sense, now. Why Sam was hesitant to touch you. His struggle. Why he told you to calm down. Why everything had hurt so much. Why his touch had eased some of the pain. Your desperate need for him.
But it also made things a little cloudier.
“Sam… you didn’t… you didn’t just do… you didn’t just do this because of my heat, right?”
Staring down at you, searching your eyes, he cupped the side of your face and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “It wasn’t just about your heat. I promise.”
As he pulled back, you couldn’t help but ask, “Then… why?”
“We’ll talk later,” he assured you. “For now,” his thumb got back to stroking your cheek, “you really do need to rest.”
Feeling exhaustion being to take over, you hummed a yes and snuggled into his chest. “Will you be here when I wake up?”
