Bumpy Beginnings
Summary: Y/N didn't fraternize with Alphas, and she wouldn't risk attachments that could bring innocents into her hunting life. That all changed when she met her Alpha.
Characters: Alpha!Dean Winchester/Omega!F!Hunter!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester, OCs
Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Fluff, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Teasing), Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries/Scars
WC: 8,570
A/N: This one has been in my WIPs for years. Feels good to finally get it right and share it. Let me know what you think! : )
My Masterlist
Y/N sighed as she threw her car into park. Sitting at the back of the lot, she eyed the busy bar hesitantly. As an isolated loner and a hunter of things that go bump in the night, she didn't enjoy the socializing and hunting she was about to embark on. But the mild twinge of pain in her belly reminded her why she was there.
Bang-A-Beta night, as she took to calling her monthly need, was a biological necessity for an Omega like her. Her heat was never something she relished. As a hunter, she couldn't allow herself to mate, to bring an innocent into her chaotic life.
On top of that, she'd never had good interactions with Alphas. Truth be told, she was scared of them, especially of being claimed and belonging to another. Alphas were known for being possessive and controlling. She was independent and wasn't interested in being some Alpha's bitch.
She wanted a partner and equal, someone who would understand and accept her life and her calling. So she made a point to never be with an Alpha, not even a True Mate—if one even existed—and resigned herself to Beta hookups that could satiate her needs and allow her to keep living her life, attachment-free.
However, her Omega side still yearned to belong to someone —her Alpha. She hated that a part of her wanted an Alpha at all. She wished she could erase it from herself entirely, but it wasn't possible. Sure, she could use suppressants and blockers to tamp down the effects of her biology and heats. But in her line of work, heightened senses were paramount, and after a few hunts gone sideways, she gave up on medications entirely.
Another twinge in her belly pushed her into action. Grabbing her things and checking her appearance, she climbed out of her car and sauntered inside. It didn't take long to find her friends, Sherry and Drew, sitting at a high table. She had met the Omegas a year ago, and a few towns over, on a case. Vampires had befallen their small village, preferring Omega victims for their rich and nourishing blood. Y/N had decapitated the foul creatures and rescued the pair, the only survivors.
She was surprised and grateful to have made friends, Omegas at that, who also knew of her hunting life. They'd invited her along on their search to find someone to help with their heats, and she'd met up with them nearly every month since.
With three Omegas in varying stages of heat, it didn't take long for people to make their way over. Drew took an immediate interest in a cute Beta who joined them. The two hit it off remarkably well, and Y/N briefly wondered if maybe Drew had landed himself a more long-term thing. It sent a pang of longing shooting through her that she drowned with the remainder of her beer.
"I'll get the next round," she offered, heading quickly to the bar. She placed her order, then glanced around the bar. It was slim pickings, for sure, and she sighed as she faced the bar again, knowing she'd likely go without.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a warm and comforting scent, which had her lifting her head to find its source. She looked to her side and found the source, a new patron she hadn't seen before, sitting with one stool between them. He was incredibly handsome and large. He was definitely an Alpha. His presence and appearance were enough if she couldn't tell by his scent. She expected to feel the familiar panic at realizing he was an Alpha, but instead, she felt a sense of calm, comfort, and familiarity.
"Hi, I'm Sam," he said with a soft smile.
"Y/N," she responded, taking another breath of his scent.
He was starting his rut, she could tell. But it wasn't arousing her. If anything, it brought out the caregiver side of her Omega. She wanted to tuck him in bed, bring him food and water, and drag an Omega by the hair for him to fuck and knot if he needed. It was admittedly a strange reaction to have, but she didn't let herself ponder it too much.
"Have we met?" he asked, his curious gaze sweeping over her, and she couldn't fight back the hearty chuckle.
"I was just thinking the same thing. But I'm sure I'd never forget that face," she added with a playful smirk. Another cramp broke through her, harsher than before, and she winced aloud.
Sam's curiosity turned to concern as he reached out to steady her. "Are you okay?" he asked before her blossoming scent reached his nose. "Do you…wanna get out of here?" he whispered as he leaned closer.
She shook her head, feeling better now that the cramp had passed, and gently pushed his hands from her. "No, I-I don't fraternize with Alphas," she explained apologetically. He nodded and retreated in disappointment, and she felt compelled to make it right. "I'm here with friends," she pointed at her table. "I know my friend Sherry would definitely be interested."
Sam seemed to think it over, glancing back at the table, his eyes dilating at the sight of her pretty and petite friend, before looking back at Y/N with a brilliant smile. "Okay, sure, thanks."
Half an hour later, Drew and his Beta were heavily making out and drunk, and Sam and Sherry hit it off even better than she'd anticipated. Y/N, however, was ready to give up the search. She was tired and disappointed and didn't find anyone even remotely interesting to take home for the night.
Satisfied that her friends at least found good company, she decided to call it a night. Leaving the bar, Y/N bid farewell to her friends as they matched with their conquests for the night. She sighed heavily at the fact that she was going home alone. That happened far too frequently for her liking.
One of these days, her heat would kill her if a hunt hadn't already done her in. She was prepared for it, either way—that was the life of a hunter. And just one more reason why she could never mate and bond, could never bring someone else into her chaotic life.
Slinking away to her car, the roar of an engine made her jump as she fiddled with her keys. She stood to the side as a sleek, black Chevy Impala glided into a spot several spaces from her car in the back of the lot. Her eyes were glued to the antique beauty as she approached her car, her eyes only leaving it as she reached her driver's side door.
A loud drone of music came from within the classic car, which promptly shut off as the rumbling engine died. She heard the door creak, and a deep, gravely voice made her gasp and pause, her keys dangling in her hand.
"What do you mean you just left?" the man growled, "I just got here."
She couldn't resist the urge to turn her head and steal a glance at the mysterious stranger with the delicious voice that tantalizingly scraped down her spine. He was gorgeous: tall and lean, with a chiseled jaw and eyes that captured the light from the street lamps and sparkled. He also had an air of danger about him that scared her to no end. She could tell from the various cuts and bruises that he had been in a fight recently. Maybe he was a professional fighter? Perhaps he was a dick, and someone put him in his place? Maybe he was in an accident? None of which seemed to detract from his unbelievable attractiveness.
Turning her attention back to her car, she struggled with her keys again, her hands shaking. While she couldn't smell the man from her position, thankfully, she could tell straight off he was an Alpha from his body to his car to how unbelievably attractive he was - all designed to lure an Omega like her. She was already fighting the effects of that alone.
She finally got her key into the door lock as a gentle breeze drifted by. It, again, made her pause as it swirled a hint of his scent her way, causing her body to spasm in need. Her heat was going to be a bitch this time, and this Alpha wasn't making it any better. She heard his footsteps pause, and she glanced at him again. He sniffed the air curiously before his searching gaze landed directly on her.
She whimpered.
Swallowing deeply and cursing under her breath, she finally opened her car, promptly dropping her keys again before she could get in.
"Hey there."
She gasped, stepping back into her open door, cursing the lack of space to get farther. He was right in front of her, about a foot between them, and he smirked as he leaned casually against the side of her car. Holy fuck, he was even more incredible up close, and some primal part of her was even more aroused by the blood and bruising that adorned him. She could smell him clearly, too; it was the best scent she'd ever encountered.
"You seem to be struggling with your keys there," he said, picking them off the ground and handing them back to her. She gripped them tightly like a lifeline. "Are you sure you're good to drive?"
His voice, this close, rumbled through her, and she gasped for breath, but that only brought more of his scent into her lungs. It traveled through her nose and down the back of her throat, curling in her belly, and she stifled a whimper as she moved to get in the car.
Oh, this was bad.
In that instant, she knew that this stranger was her Alpha. It should have soothed her, but it only made her more panicked. She was not ready to meet her Alpha. Ever. Especially not one as potent as he, one who seemed to be the Alpha in any room he entered.
"Uh, yeah, yep, all good." She settled into the driver's seat, ready to close the door, but Alpha held onto it as he leaned down to maintain eye contact. Fuck. It was like gazing at the night sky without light pollution, with all the stars and galaxies on full display. "T-thanks."
"Good to hear," he chuckled, and she felt a little faint. "Just one question though-"
She could feel the heat growing within her and fought to control the cramps and shakiness in her body. Their eyes remained locked, and she gasped as she forced herself to break the gaze.
"Yeah?"
"Why can I smell my brother on you?"
Her eyes widened at his words - and the accompanying light growl - as she leveled him with a questioning gaze. "I, uh…your brother?"
She was confused, to say the least, but allowed herself to breathe in another lungful of his scent. Her eyes fluttered, and a hum echoed in her throat. It was divine, but she could somehow sense a hint of something vaguely familiar.
"Did you meet a Sam in there by chance?"
No. Fucking. Way. Sam was this guy's brother? That family tree must be blessed.
"Yay tall, long hair?"
"Yeah, he's got the real Disney Princess get-up," he smirked. She thought he was even ten times more handsome when he smiled and laughed. Her heart needed to stop with the acrobatics. "That's my brother. Like I said, I can smell him on you. If he did something, I'll happily kick his ass."
She laughed, somewhat nervously, and shook her head, "No, he, uh…" She let out a deep breath. "My friend and I, it's a sort of routine for us to go out on nights like this," she started, glancing at him warily. "Anyway, she and Sam, uh, left together," she shrugged, focusing on her steering wheel as her brow furrowed. "I think they went to his motel?"
"Whoa…" he seemed surprised at that. "Good for Sam, I guess," he shrugged and looked back at Y/N. "So, is this you ditching out for the night? Hey, it looks like I'm on my own now, too. You're always welcome to join me for a drink. Name's Dean, by the way."
He grinned, his teeth bright and sharp, smile lines at the corners of his eyes. He winked, and she choked back a horrifically girlish giggle. God, why did it have to be like this? Why did her Alpha have to be so…so…fuck, he was like a walking wet dream. But no matter how much she may have wanted him, she couldn't bring him into her life. She refused to bring anyone down into her nightmare of a world.
"I should probably leave before I start attracting the wrong kind of attention," she said before looking up at him. "A-and I don't fraternize with Alphas," she added quickly, putting the keys in the ignition and starting the car. "Have a good night, Dean."
Y/N quickly threw the car in reverse, leaving the lot. She glanced in the rearview and saw her Alpha, hands tucked into his pockets, in the mostly empty parking lot under a street lamp, his heavy, saddened gaze locked on her as she retreated. Alphas always put her on edge. She was grateful that it went as well as it did, though she cursed her biology for acting up in his presence.
She thought Sam had thrown her through a loop, but his brother was something else entirely. Sam was beautiful, tall and built, charming and well-spoken. But his scent was more like family, which, in retrospect, would make sense if his brother was her mate.
She decided to stop at the local twenty-four-hour mart, where she grabbed snacks and water to stock up. Her heat was about to hit hard, and she wouldn't have the pleasure of a Beta to help her through this time. Damn that stupid Alpha - Dean, her mind so helpfully reminded - and his delectable scent. She'd have to stay at the motel for a few days while dealing with this heat, using toys, and more than likely calling out to the Alpha she could never have.
Gathering her bags of purchases, she tossed them into the passenger seat as she climbed behind the wheel. Somehow, she could still smell that Alpha, as if his scent clung to everything around her, but it had dissipated. Her body craved more, but she rolled down the window through sheer stubbornness as she drove to her motel, hoping the scent would be gone. She just had to endure this heat, and then she could leave the town and Alpha far behind.
-
Dean had been having a really shitty day. He had been captured, knocked out, tied up, and beaten on the hunt. Sam had to save him, which was another hit to his ego. Then they booked it, stopping at a motel a few towns over.
He and Sam were desperate for a drink and maybe a little company for the night. His not-so-little little brother was on the edge of his rut, and Dean wasn't far behind. Sam took first dibs on the shower, and Dean allowed it because Sam had saved the day and earned it - though he wasn't about to admit it - and Sam barely had a scratch on him, so his shower would be reasonably quick.
Dean, on the other hand, needed a thorough cleaning. He had a few cuts and bruises from being beaten in captivity, but it wasn't too bad and wasn't anything he wasn't used to. It would definitely make it harder to find someone for the night, but he could always just get blackout drunk and try his luck another night, in another town.
By the time Dean finished his shower, the room was empty. He hoped his brother would've waited for him - and Sam usually would have - but Dean guessed his rut must be pretty bad this time. The hunt probably didn't help. When he arrived at the bar, he called Sam, but was pissed to find he'd already found someone and was gone. He was pissed, but to be honest, he was also a little proud.
Dean had intended to find company for the night when he pulled outside the bar, but all of that faded away the second her scent reached his nose. It was the best thing he had ever smelled in his life. Apple pie, Baby's leather, and something else he couldn't pinpoint that screamed home. He knew she was his, his Omega, his True Mate.
It froze him in his tracks, and his eyes fluttered closed as the Omega's warmth and sweet spiciness drifted deep into his lungs. He tried to talk to her and make a connection, but she was so frightened. He wondered if some asshole Alpha made her react that way.
His heart screamed and cracked as he helplessly watched her drive away from him, but maybe it was for the best. He couldn't bring anyone into his shitty life and condemn them to the world of the supernatural, to hunting.
After she left, he couldn't go inside the bar; her scent was the only thing his mind could or would focus on. He was initially scared of what that might mean, but quickly dismissed it. It wouldn't do him any good to linger on it. His rut was brewing under his skin, and it had been ages since he'd been with anyone, let alone an Omega. He was getting too old for this, and sooner or later, his rut or a hunt would be the death of him.
Dean frowned as he parked the Impala in front of his and Sam's motel room door. His bags sat on the stoop outside the door. He groaned and cursed under his breath, knowing his little bitch of a brother had claimed the room for the night. He knew they got the last room, which meant he'd spend the night in his car. Could his day get any fucking worse?!
Reluctantly, he retrieved his bags, and the sounds from inside the room had him scowling at the door. As pissed as Dean was for being kicked out of the room, he was happy for his brother. At least he could work out his rut and stop being such a pain in Dean's ass.
As he threw the bags in the trunk and closed it, another car pulled in several spots down the parking row. Dean squinted, recognizing the car as its owner climbed out with several store bags. The universe was seriously fucking with him hard today.
Closing up the car and turning towards her room, Y/N stopped as her eyes landed on the Alpha from the bar. Her Alpha. Dean. The one she thought she'd left behind. Her eyes widened in surprise before his scent hit her again, weakening her resolve. Her body was calling out for him, and she was genuinely pissed at how attracted she was to him. Still, she was determined to ignore the Omega inside her, crying out that this entirely desirable man is her Alpha.
She just needed to get to her room. Unfortunately, that meant walking past Dean, whose intense gaze she could feel locked on her. Panicking, she lowered her head and attempted to power-walk past him and his car to get to her room.
"Well, this would be twice where I've met you, and you've run away," Dean forced a laugh that came out awkwardly.
He'd caught her scent again and could tell her heat was breaking through; it was much more potent than before. He began to tremble, a slight growl reverberating involuntarily from deep in his chest.
Omega. Mine.
When she drove away, he was ready to let her go and mourn her loss. But seeing her again, twice in one night, he convinced himself to try again. Maybe the universe was pulling them together? Perhaps he just needed to try harder?
"I-I'm not interested in Alphas," she hurriedly explained as she kept moving.
She could feel his presence and hear his steps as he followed behind her, exuding Alpha pheromones that called out to her Omega. Although she struggled to focus, she reached her door.
"Not even yours?"
She turned towards him, her eyes widened slightly, and she tried to bite back the moan from his declaration, "I'm not... you're not my-" her voice was weak, and she failed to vocalize her blatant lie.
She was only slightly surprised he could feel it, but it confirmed what she already knew. She was more surprised that he'd called it out, and what that did to her Omega. She felt that part of her was trying to claw its way out of her body and into his, but she continued to fight it. She knew he was right, but the ordeal was terrifying, especially after she had convinced herself she didn't want or need an Alpha.
She didn't want to bring him into this life, her messy hunting life. He may be tough, with whatever he'd been through that did that to his face, but hunting and the supernatural were something else entirely. She'd seen hardened former soldiers and trained hunters alike caught in the web and die, thinking it was something simple they could handle. Eventually, they all die, brutal and bloody.
Dean dared to step closer since she seemed to forget about running away from him temporarily. He felt like he was approaching a cornered animal, trying to gain its trust so he could close in. He again wondered who or what had made her so scared of Alphas.
"You feel it, too, don't you?" Dean said, keeping his voice low, scent as calm as possible in his rapidly declining condition, and a light smile. He tried to be as non-threatening as an Alpha on the cusp of rut could be. He was close enough to reach out and touch her, but he refrained, not sure he could handle it if she recoiled from him.
“You don’t…I’m not…” Y/N's voice was shaky, her eyes closed as her body trembled, his scent drowning out everything else.
Her brain wouldn't function well enough to form a coherent thought. It was only her heightened threshold for pain, after a lifetime of hunting, that allowed her to conceal just how much he was affecting her partially. But he could see, smell, and hear enough to know that she wouldn't be able to walk away again. He knew he sure as hell couldn't unless she slammed the door in his face. He hoped that didn't happen. He didn't need yet another reason to sulk off to his car like a kicked puppy after the shittiest of days.
"Will you at least tell me your name, Omega?"
God, just hearing him say Omega in that tone, with his sexy voice, had her insides doing Cirque du Soleil. She could smell his rut approaching, which only made her Omega want him more. Maybe she could, just this once, have an Alpha. Maybe they could satiate each other's cycles and move on without a claim or attachment. A taste could be enough to tide her over for a lifetime.
"Y/N," she breathed.
"Y/N," he whispered in response, and she clenched her thighs against how beautiful her name sounded on his tongue, like she was precious, something to be treasured.
"Dean," she whined.
His responding growl told her he liked his name on her tongue, too, and she whimpered as the sound sent a particularly cruel cramp rolling through her body. She would have slumped or doubled over if Dean hadn't rushed forward to catch her. His touch was so much worse if she thought his scent had afflicted her. She was struggling to fight her biology, and she was quickly losing the battle. She'd felt everything her Omega had been craving since her first heat in that one touch.
Dean was struggling just as much. His Alpha was clamoring for control, taking all his willpower to hold him at bay. Her scent, her touch, and the lust clouding her eyes all screamed for the Alpha to take and claim. But Dean was never that kind of Alpha and wasn't about to lose control with the one Omega he'd been waiting for.
"Alpha," she said, gently resting a hand on his chest as his arms wrapped around her and pressed their bodies together. All she wanted was to give in to her biology, to give it what it was craving - him.
He breathed heavily, chest heaving against her palm as their eyes locked. "Your heat, your scent-" he huffed, and she moaned, "Those sounds," he lowered his head to sniff delicately at her neck, "-It's driving me fucking nuts." He pressed harder into her, taking another deep breath and groaning, "I need you, Omega."
She whimpered, nodding emphatically, feeling the firm muscles of his body pressed against her. Her rational mind was quickly dissolving into nothing, leaving only the Omega at the mercy of her Alpha. Her head dropped to his shoulder as her body shook with more cramps, her temperature rose rapidly, and her jeans grew uncomfortable from the slick she produced. Her cheeks heated up at the realization that he could probably smell it, and she whined again.
"Alpha," was all she could mutter as her hands clung to him.
"Fuck," he groaned into her neck, allowing his lips to trail across her skin.
He could taste the salty droplets of sweat that had collected on her body as her temperature rose dramatically. Her skin was hot, and her scent intensified so fiercely that he thought he would drown in it. He clenched his teeth, feeling the painful bulge straining against his jeans as he ground his hips into her involuntarily.
He snaked his fingers through her hair on either side of her head, pulling her to look him in the eyes before he harshly collided his mouth with hers. A growl rumbled across his lips as he deepened the kiss quickly, pushing her against the wall as moans vibrated in his throat.
"If there weren't laws against it, I'd have you right here and now," he whispered across her lips.
"Silly laws," she moaned, trying to make a joke, but her voice was already so wrecked.
"We should go to your room," Dean uttered against her lips, their scents intense even in the open air. He looked around, ensuring no one was in sight. "Like...now."
Grinning and chuckling, she pushed him back enough to move away from the wall, took him by the hand, and dragged him to her room. Dean paused to scoop up her forgotten purchases from the walkway before letting her lead him to her room. Slamming the door behind them, Dean dropped her bags on the table, slowly letting his eyes take in all of Y/N as she stood before him.
"A-are you okay?" Dean stuttered, his head foggy and thick with urges.
It wasn't the first time he'd hooked up with someone he barely knew. It wasn't the first time he had someone to help him through his rut, or to help an Omega through their heat. Yet, everything was different because this wasn't just someone.
"I've never been with an Alpha. But I... I'm okay," she nodded and bit her lip.
Swallowing hard and closing her eyes against the painfully consuming heat, she swayed on her feet slightly. All these feelings and sensations were unlike anything she'd felt or experienced before. It frightened and excited her at once, leaving her thoroughly confused and hazy, with her need for Dean as the only thing she could focus on.
"You don't need to be scared," he said, closing the distance between them and snaking an arm around her waist. "I mean, if you'll have me-" he leaned back into her neck, breathing deeply and letting her scent flood him "-I'll protect you." He softly kissed her skin, moving along her collarbone with each statement. "I'll take care of you" -another kiss, deeper with a nip on the skin- "I'll fucking worship you." His hand bunched in her hair as his lips connected with her eager mouth again, hoping she'd let him prove his words.
With every word, touch, and kiss, she became dizzy, drunk on all that was Dean. She trembled and moaned as he continued placing kisses along her neck and shoulders. Sighing softly, her hands roamed his body, fingers digging into his back to pull him closer, wholly caught up in what he was doing to her.
Dean was lost, too. He found every inch of her neck to kiss, trailing along her jaw and back up to her lips, where he groaned and captured them hungrily. He pulled back for a moment, kicking off his boots and removing his layers of shirts - and she was quick to do the same, sounds of fabric tearing from both as they rushed to reveal themselves - before diving back in to devour her mouth, guiding her back towards the bed with his hands firmly on her hips.
She was down to her bra and panties, Dean left in his jeans that were rapidly growing uncomfortable, as they landed in a heap on the bed, the old springs groaned from the sudden weight. They let their eyes roam, and Dean noticed she had a couple of gnarly scars - including one that looked like a bite in her side, just above her hip - and a few smaller ones scattered about.
He wondered if she had been in an accident or had a nasty fight. Maybe it was a bad relationship, and that's why she didn't like or trust Alphas. He focused on the healed bite - not a mating type, but hateful, angry, and deep - and ran his fingers gently over the marred skin. She flinched, and he knew she was worried about his thoughts. He leaned down and gently kissed over the wound with the gentlest of touches.
He lifted his eyes to hers, glad to see her watching him, and asked, "What happened?"
Y/N cupped Dean's cheek, and her heart fluttered when he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. She knew she couldn't tell him the truth. He'd think she was crazy and probably walk out on her. She wouldn't blame him. But she couldn't exactly lie to him either.
"Was a bad run-in with a ghoul of a man," she lightly chuckled, trying to brush off its severity. But Dean's gaze remained concerned as his fingers fluttered over another, the same questioning gaze meeting hers. "A real shifty bitch who jumped out from an alley," she sighed and closed her eyes.
She knew he couldn't grasp her meaning, but it was enough truth to scrape by. God, she wanted his questions to stop before she revealed something she couldn't brush off.
"I've just had shitty luck most of my life," she shrugged.
Dean had quite a few scars, which made her wonder about him. Her fingers drifted over a peculiar cluster against his shoulder.
He chuckled and shrugged, like she had, "Tripped and fell out a pane window."
He couldn't explain to her that he was tackled through that window by a two-hundred and sixty-pound werewolf. The glass shattered, and Sam later had to pick out the glass remnants with tweezers.
Instead, he covered her body with his and kissed her passionately as his hands ran under her back to undo and remove her bra. Y/N moaned against his lips, and he responded by grinding his hips against her and slipping his tongue in her mouth when she gasped from the friction.
"You're mine," Dean said admiringly, grazing a thumb along her cheek.
His solid claim had her cupping his face and drawing his lips back to hers, whimpering as another cramp rolled through her. "Alpha…" she breathed against his lips. "Please."
"Fuck…" he growled into her neck, his hips rolling into hers of their own accord. "Say 'please' again."
"You like begging, Alpha?" she teased, nipping at his bottom lip and tugging on the waist of his jeans. "Make me," she challenged, her lips hovering against his.
"Oh yeah?" his eyes turned dark as he smirked knowingly. "You need to be careful what you wish for, Omega."
He tucked his finger beneath the cotton, his large hands stretching the material too far, and there was a small rip in one of the seams. He ignored it, burrowing beneath her panties until he found her swollen, sensitive clit, grazing his fingertip lightly on the bundle of nerves. He felt another rumble of a growl in his throat as he watched her jaw pop open with a gasp at the contact. He drew a long stroke with his finger, gliding through her folds and gathering her slick.
"Fuck…" he moaned lowly, feeling his hair stand on end.
She gazed up at him, her jaw slack. His skin was slightly red, sweat glistening on his exposed torso. His muscles bunched with tension, and she could tell he was torturing himself as much as her. She flashed him a half-smile, tugging on one side of her mouth.
"Dean," she breathed out, "Alpha," she whined, gyrating her hips for more friction. The pleading was on the tip of her tongue, and she bit her lip to stifle it as her hands reached up for him, roaming across his skin hungrily.
He breathed out through clenched teeth before looking at her with a dark smirk. He took her roaming hands firmly, guiding them towards his jeans and placing them near the button. He leaned forward, pushing his chest into her before crashing against her lips with a hungry moan.
Her hands worked quickly to undo his jeans, reaching her hand into his boxers and teasingly grazing the tip of her fingers and nails across his hardened length before wrapping her hand around him and stroking in long, smooth, slow strokes.
"Fuck, Baby," he breathed, his head dropping slightly to watch her hands working him. He bit his bottom lip, breathing deeply before sinking his face into her neck. He rolled his hips in her hands, humming lowly, and his hot breath fanned across her skin.
She smirked, feeling his body shake as he held himself back. She ran her thumb over the head, collecting the precum, and slicked her hand back over him, "Now, who's gonna beg?" she whispered against his neck.
His hips stilled, and he breathed a long, low chuckle against her neck. "Sweetheart," he retorted, "You think you're in control right now? That's cute." He swiftly drew his hips back, releasing himself from her touch before he grasped her wrists with one massive hand and held them above her head.
"That's called a false sense of security," he tittered, enjoying himself far too much, "If you're going to make me lose control, there's only one moment where that's gonna happen." He arched over her, breathing in her scent as he looked directly into her eyes, "And that's when I'm inside that sweet pussy, fucking you to oblivion and knotting you so. Damn. Tight."
"Really?" she panted heavily, her bravado crumbling as she tried to wriggle against his grasp and keep from giving over to her Omega side completely. She tilted her head up, barely touching his lips with her own, "Seems like you're all talk, Alpha."
"Never stop doing that," Dean grinned. "Keep talking back; it'll just make it all the sweeter when you keep coming over and over and over."
He shuffled his knees, placing them both between her thighs and spreading her open for him, holding her wrists tight with one hand; his other snaked down to her entrance, stilling just in her folds while his hard cock rested on top of her mound.
"'Cause that's what's happening first before I take you, Omega."
She whimpered, her heat making it nearly impossible for her to think, his proximity and actions making her remarkably desperate. Feeling him so close but still being teased was maddening, and she just wanted him inside her, around her, taking her.
"Alpha, please," she whispered, almost inaudible, her head turned into the pillow.
"What was that?" Dean said teasingly, "Did you say please?"
Before she could react, two fingers plunged deep into her aching core. Dean grunted, and his cock twitched as he felt them become quickly drenched, and a heat jolted through him. He sank them in as deep as he could, twisting and scissoring before harshly pulling them out and pounding back in with a third.
"You're so hot…" he breathed, watching her expressions and gasps as she squirmed and her walls fluttered around his curved fingers. He firmly brushed them on that sweet spot, biting his tongue with a smirk. "I can't wait to see what you look like when my cock is inside you."
He released his hold on her hands, guiding one down to his hard dick and holding it around his shaft. "Feel how hard I am for you?" he asked, closing his eyes as he moved her hand along him. "Do you want me inside you, Omega?"
"Yes," she cried out desperately, sitting up and wrapping her arms and legs around him, pulling herself tightly to him. "Yes, please," she whispered against his lips, grinding her wet folds along his length. "Please, please, please…" she begged.
"Cum first," he demanded, his fingers now relentlessly pounding into her.
His thumb brushed up to her clit, rubbing quick, fast circles. He clutched the back of her hair, and his body pushed down, pressing his throbbing cock into her belly. His head dropped to her chest, drowning in her intensifying scent and hungrily capturing a nipple between his teeth. The tip of his tongue drew hot, wet circles around it before he sucked deeply with a hungry moan.
The combination of overwhelming sensations had her coming hard, screaming out his name as her whole body rolled against him, the climax providing little relief from the heat as her body begged for more.
"Oh God," she breathed out, her hips still wiggling.
Dean's eyes were dark and completely blown with lust. His jaw clenched with a growl as his hips drew back, the head of his cock nudging her entrance before he wasted no time in slamming through to the hilt. He felt his muscles tense as a loud grunt of pleasure burst from his lips. He stilled, letting her adjust to him, but his hips twitched with impatience. He whispered minor curses before glancing into Y/N's eyes like he was waiting for permission.
Her eyes softened as she met his gaze, and she swallowed hard, trying to control the swelling of her heart as she connected with him. She relaxed, a moment of clarity, as she lifted her hand and ghosted her fingers down his nose and across his cheek.
"My Alpha," she whispered sweetly, submitting to him completely, leaning up to capture his lips and undulating her hips against him to encourage him to move.
Her words flooded his senses and looped in his mind. A heat coursed through his body in reaction to her submission. He deepened the kiss quickly, so much so that he was devouring her mouth. In a brief moment for air, he growled, "Mine," promptly pulling his hips back and slamming hard back into her with a smack.
The strokes were long but fast, the slap of skin mingling in the air with Dean's grunts and Y/N's moans and cries. He cursed with another growl, shoving his arm under her lower back to raise her to meet him and fuck even deeper.
She felt herself climbing rapidly, Dean reaching depths she had never felt before, his girth stretching her wide in the most delicious ways. She briefly thought that he had ruined her for any man, ever. But somehow, she didn't care. She held onto him, pleas and encouragement falling from her lips.
As she came undone beneath him, Dean gazed upon her in awe, clenching his teeth against how tight and good she felt around him. He swiftly pulled out and flipped her to her stomach, lifted her hips, and leaned over her as he entered her again from behind. The angle allowed him to slide deeper, and his Alpha purred as he took her properly.
"Alpha, please," Y/N purred as she gripped the sheets. "Need your knot. Please, Dean…" she whined frantically.
He groaned loudly, nuzzling against her skin and panting as his pace grew impossibly quick. His fingers dug bruisingly into her hips as he held her tight to him. He leaned into her neck from behind as whines, grunts, moans, and curses washed over each other. He could feel she was already close to another orgasm, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold off.
"I'm gonna knot you, My Omega," he said lowly. "And when we're done, I'm gonna do it again, and again tomorrow. Do you want that, Y/N?" he hovered his lips over her neck and nipped at the skin.
She desperately wanted it, wanted all of him. But her brain swam through the fog of lust to remind her that, while she was on birth control, she was not on suppressants, and she feared it might not be enough against his potent Alpha seed. Especially since he was her mate. Luckily, she carried emergency contraceptive pills in case any survivors on her hunts needed them, which, unfortunately, happened too often.
She felt herself right on the edge, her moans and gasps at his words igniting her further. "Yes, Alpha, please," she pleaded, clinging to him.
He growled, pounding hard into her, grunts bursting from him with each slam. He felt himself swelling, gradually locking in pace as he started to struggle to move, so instead, he chose to push as deep as he could with a long moan. "Cum on my knot," he ordered, "Wanna feel you cum all over me."
She wailed, feeling his knot stretching her impossibly wider. She screamed out as she came hard, her body trembling with the force of it, as her body practically seized from the pleasure.
Dean's breath caught in his throat as he felt her walls flutter and clench around him erratically. He could feel the pressure building in his swollen knot before suddenly roaring and sucking harshly over her gland, careful not to bite, despite his teeth aching to sink in, as his hips jittered and long, hot ropes of warmth gushed deep inside Y/N. He moaned into her skin when a second flurry of ropes shot into her before he finally sighed out, slumping slightly on top of her and panting.
She went limp beneath him, sinking into the bed, his body covering hers like a blanket. She felt warm and secure and utterly satiated. It was a peace and contentment she'd only dreamed of before.
"I never knew meeting my Alpha would be like this," she said. "Never thought I'd meet my Alpha."
Dean rolled them onto their sides to wait as his knot eased. But he couldn't stop his hands wandering or his mouth teasing along her body. "Me neither…" Dean mumbled. "I just want to enjoy it tonight...deal with the details tomorrow. Just be with you."
She nodded, suddenly exhausted, and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
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Dean woke in the middle of the night, his bladder screaming for release. He was momentarily confused as he looked around the room, but the second his eyes landed on the Omega asleep beside him, he grinned sleepily. She had shifted to her stomach, her head turned away from him, one knee hiked, and he could see his seed coating her thighs.
He licked his bottom lip and bit down before shaking his head and slowly moving from the bed to the bathroom. He couldn't believe he'd found his True mate, the omega most perfectly meant for him. He hadn't told Sam, and he wasn't sure how he was going to break it to her that he was an unemployed hunter of monsters. But for the time being, he was happy, and he hoped to stay that way as long as possible.
Dean eagerly made his way back to the bed, hoping to hold her or even wake her for another round if she wasn't too tired. Eyes fixed on her silhouette in the bed, he didn't notice her duffel bag on the floor in the darkness shrouding the room. He cursed silently and hopped around on one foot as he stubbed his toe into the bag, which definitely should not have been as heavy and full of hard objects that weren't clothes.
He paused and stood completely still as Y/N shifted in her sleep, lay on her back, turned her head towards where he was supposed to be lying, and settled back into slumber. He let out a sigh of relief, then looked down at the floor to see one of her bags, a green canvas duffel. It was a lot like his own, or any you could pick up at an Army surplus store. He glanced at her again before he crouched down and quietly opened the bag.
There were clothes on top, which didn't surprise him, but also wouldn't explain what he'd hit with his foot. As he dug a little deeper, though, he found a large hunting knife, a small silver dagger, a pistol and sawed-off shotgun, and a box of extra ammo for each. He zipped up the bag and stood, thinking over its contents. It was exactly like any bag a hunter would pack, but it could just as easily be a well-armed civilian with a dark past.
"Dean?" Her sleepy voice drew his attention. She sat up and rubbed her eyes as she focused on him in the dark. "What are you doing?"
"I, uh, just stubbed my toe," he hastily explained.
She reached and turned on the bedside lamp, then looked over Dean again in confusion. She looked at his feet, as if she could see an injury, then her eyes flashed to her bag on the floor. The zipper wasn't fully closed, and a piece of cloth protruded from the small gap. Her eyes shot back to him and narrowed.
"Did you go through my bag?" she asked, getting to her feet, quickly tugging on her panties and a t-shirt that happened to be his, and did things to him that weren't very helpful at the moment.
"Why do you have all of that?" he asked, trying to be as gentle as he could. He was very aware that maybe the weapons and the fact that she was so against Alphas might have something to do with one another, and whatever might have gone down in her past.
Y/N was immediately on guard. It wasn't the first time one of her dates had seen her travel gear, and it never ended well when it did happen. Usually resulted in them calling her shady and leaving. Maybe it was for the best. She couldn't bring Dean down into her world, no matter how much she wanted to stay with him.
"Protection," she spat as she grabbed up her clothes and got dressed. But Dean still stood in his boxer briefs, eyeing her in silence as she moved about. "Why are you just standing there?" she huffed, feeling on edge and overly defensive. "Aren't you going to interrogate me or storm out in a huff?" she demanded.
Dean took a deep breath as he stared her down, as if conducting recon on a hunt. He wasn't sure how he was gonna tell his True Mate about his life of hunting, or how they'd even work out being together. But now, Dean suspected he might not have to worry.
"Are you a hunter?" he flat-out asked, and his eyes narrowed, and hers widened.
"What?" He couldn't be a hunter like her, could he? He had to mean something else, like an animal hunter or maybe even a bounty hunter. Maybe he was in trouble with the law. "W-what could I possibly hunt?" she chuckled awkwardly, his intense gaze almost seeing through her like a laser.
"Of nightmares that lurk in the dark," he said. "Are you a hunter?" He repeated as he stepped closer to her, his voice deep and rough with Alpha command. "Because I am."
"You're a hunter?" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth. Her heart raced as she realized that maybe she didn't need to hide from it anymore.
"Dean Winchester," he enunciated with a smirk.
Her eyes widened, having recognized the last name at least. "As in caused the apocalypse? I thought you had died?" she asked, confused.
The Winchester brothers were legendary among hunters. Well…infamous was probably a better word. Notorious, even. And Dean - who, last she heard around hunting circles, had died, for like the umpteenth time, which was fucking bizarre - was her Alpha.
Dean scratched the back of his neck as he awkwardly responded, "Yeah." He chuckled nervously and dropped his arms, "Among other things." She looked stunned, and he wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. He glanced at his shoulder and the scars she'd brought up earlier. "This was actually a werewolf. Tackled me through one of those big shop windows," he chuckled as his cheeks and ears pinkened.
Slowly, a grin spread on her face, and she chuckled at the utter ridiculousness, but also in relief. Her hand brushed over the bite scar in her side, and her smile faded as she looked at him. "This was a ghoul," she explained. "He knocked me on my ass and took a chunk out of me," she shook her head. "After he was dead, I spent the night in a motel trying to patch myself up between stints of passing out. Thought for sure I wasn't gonna make it," she breathed shakily.
"You were alone?" Dean asked and reached out to comfort her. It felt instinctual, but so did the way she voluntarily allowed it. He smirked to himself as he thought about her words and how she had told him the truth about her injuries in a roundabout way.
She shrugged, glad for his touch to ground her. "I always have been."
He sucked in a sharp breath, "You don't have to be alone ever again," he insisted, leaning down a little to meet her eyes. He hugged her tight and breathed in her scent, his heart racing with the thought he could have lost her before ever finding her.
It all seemed just a little easier, more possible, knowing she knew about hunting and the life. They still had a long road ahead of them, and Dean hoped to one day earn his claim on her neck. But for now, he had to wrap his head around finding his mate and telling his brother. It would change their dynamic, and he wasn't sure Sam would be willing to fold another into the fray. But that was a problem for the morning.
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