Title: It Used to Be Different
Link: AO3
Square Filled: Soulless!Sam
Ship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Brother/Brother Incest, Smut, Romance, Reunion Sex, Angst, Sad With a Sad Ending, Soulles!Sam, Season 6, Post Episode 6.3 The Third Man, Blow Jobs
Word Count: 1,253
Summary: Sam and Dean were a couple in secret before Sam went to Hell. Now the brothers are reunited, but what they don't know is that Sam's soul remains in the Cage. They have sex for the first time since Sam's return, and Sam tries to understand why it doesn't feel the way it used to.
Written for @deanandsambingo
Sam and Dean Bingo Square filled: Monster/Creature AU
For @deanandsambingo
Ship: Established Sam/Dean Winchester
Rating: PG 13 for swearing
Word Count: 600
Summary: Dean gets bitten during a werewolf hunt, Sam's not willing to pull the trigger so fast.
Title: Liar Liar
Sam looked at his cell phone as Bobby’s name popped up on the screen for the eighth time in the last two hours. He glanced up and saw Dean still inside the gas station mini-mart paying for gas, and snacks, then back at the phone.
It vibrated twice, and another voicemail notification popped up on the screen. He was tempted to throw it out the car window, but his fingers wouldn’t let go.
“Eat,” Dean tossed a mini bag of donuts onto the seat between them as he got behind the wheel of the Impala.
Last night Dean had been bleeding out on the backseat, now he looked like he was ready for a leisurely stroll through some garden. Not a hint of a mark on him, except for the faint bite marks that Sam could see peeking out from under his shirt collar.
“Bobby called again,” Sam picked up the bag and opened it.
He ate two and handed the bag back to Dean.
“We can’t tell him,” Dean shoved a donut into his mouth, white powdered sugar dusting his lap. The impala’s engine sputtered a few times, before coming to life and Dean pulled out of the lot. “We’ll just, find some nice quiet spot, pull over, and-”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” Sam looked at Dean.
“Sam-”
“No. I’m not going to put a fucking bullet in you Dean.”
“Then don’t, I’ll do it myself,” Dean said.
“Like hell you will,” Sam replied.
“Sam, Sam, what the fuck are you doing?” Dean nearly slammed on the brakes as Sam took off his seatbelt.
A car swerved to avoid hitting them, their car horn echoed in their wake. Sam used the opportunity and jumped from the car.
“Sam! Damn it Sam,” Dean called after him.
Sam kept walking.
“God damn it Sam!” Dean caught up to him and grabbed his arm.
“I’m not going to kill you Dean!” Sam looked at his brother.
“Well it’s not like I can run around, out of my freaking mind one night a month,” Dean countered. “You know as well as I do, it’s the only way.”
“Really? Cause you didn’t have that mindset when we thought I got infected with the Croatoan virus,” Sam reminded him. “Or when the angels wanted to kill me because I was Lucifer’s vessel. So what makes this time different huh? Give me one good reason why this is different and I’ll load the bullets into the gun myself. Maybe you won’t even turn into a werewolf. We’ve got a month until the next full moon Dean. A month…we can do a lot in a month Dean. Maybe there’s stuff in Dad’s journal that we don’t know, or experts or something, but there’s got to be steps before eatting a fucking bullet Dean.”
Dean opened his mouth to speak and then closed it.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay,” Dean nodded.
He stepped closer to Sam when he was sure Sam wasn’t going to bolt again and brushed some of Sam’s hair back from his face.
“We’ll do it your way Sammy.”
Sam dug his fingers into Dean’s jacket and with a tug pulled Dean in closer until he could rest his forehead on Dean’s shoulder and he could feel Dean’s solid weight against him.
“But you have to have to swear to me,” Dean continued. “Swear that it…if we can’t find anything, and I got rogue…”
Sam nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat. “I swear Dean. I’ll do it.”
Dean didn’t say anything, just carded his fingers through Sam’s hair.
@howbadcanitbebingo square filled: Where Did That Come From?
Summary: While Dean's on a hunt, Sam stays behind with a cold. The Bunker seems bent on ridding him of far more than a virus and only when he gets the situation under control does he begin to glean it's true intent.
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Tags: incest, first time together, no pining, not a lot of loathing here to be honest, kissing, naked kissing, intercrural sex, case fic, unsolved case
Summary: Sam and Dean are on a case that leads them to a community being tormented by a lust demon. When the boys find themselves at a swingers event, neither really trusts a stranger and they have to be on the lookout for the demon, so they work together to try to draw the demon toward them instead of the unsuspecting locals.
Summary: After an exhausting case, Y/N decides to give her boys a little treat.
Square filled: Fan Fiction - episode (spntfwbingo) // Free Space (deanandsambingo)
Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean
Word count: 2,172
Warnings: fluff, polyamourous relationship, feelings, brief mention of threesome
A/N: Not gonna lie, I rewatched this episode and I cried. Again. Gosh, this episode gets me so emotional. I’ve changed some things, but the prime idea of the episode is intact. This was written for @spntfwbingo and @deanandsambingo. Hope you like it ;)
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The strays of sunshine struggled to get past the grimes on the blinds, adding an orange glow to the motel room. Your eyes fluttered open. You blinked a few times as your hand fumbled through the nightstand in search of your phone. It was way too early to be awake. Although you knew you weren’t going to be able to go back to sleep.
You and the Winchester’s were exhausted. What was supposed to be a simple, quick salt and burn in Flint, Michigan ended up taking you guys a whole week to get it done. The boys were grumpy and impatient. Especially Dean. He’d complain every single day about the cheap motel you were staying in. Of course, it wasn’t the best thing in the world, but it wasn’t the worst either. You were now too used to the bunker and the homey feeling and everything less comfortable than that would cause some stress.
While in the bunker you three shared a bedroom with a giant super-king-sized bed, in the motel you had two kings. And you had to take turns between their beds. One night you’d sleep with Dean, the other with Sam, and so on.
Deep down both of them enjoyed having you all for themselves. They were now used to the idea of sleeping on the same bed with you in the middle. But Dean loves to sleep with you without his brother hogging the blanket. And Sam loves when he gets to hold you close to him without having his brother’s arm draped over your waist.
It is what it is. You still remember that one night after many drinks and lots of confessions while playing Never Have I Ever, you ended up in a hot, sweaty Winchester sandwich. Then feelings got in the way and you refused to choose between them and risk ruining their bond. So to your surprise, they had decided to share you and try this unconventional relationship. 8 months later and you guys are still strong.
You reached for Sam’s arm — that held you close to his chest, engulfing you in his warmth — and lifted slowly from your waist so you could get up.
“Where you going?” he mumbled, though his eyes remained closed. His voice was hoarse from sleep.
“Shh, I’m just going to get us breakfast,” you shushed him, removing a few strands of hair from his tender face. “You can go back to sleep, baby,” you placed a kiss on his pink lips.
Before you went to the bathroom to get ready to leave the room, you walked towards Dean’s bed. He was sound asleep. His plump lips parted and his hair spiking in different ways. You kissed his temple. His eyes squeezing unwittingly.
You changed your clothes and grabbed the car keys. Before walking out of the room, you left a note on the table to let them know you went out to grab breakfast.
There was a coffee shop a few blocks down the road that promised they had pie worth dying for. You ordered a latte for yourself and black for the boys, along with sandwiches for you and Sam and four slices of pie, since you knew Dean would have at least two.
As you waited, you couldn’t help but glance around the place, taking in every detail. It was very homey. The smell of coffee was delightful and the environment was really cozy.
“Marie is really stressed with her play,” you couldn’t help but hear the woman talk to her friend beside you. “She worked really hard and she’s worried about tonight.”
“I’m sure it’s gonna go great,” the other woman said. “I have never read those Supernatural books, but I’m sure the kids did a great job of turning it into a musical play.”
You almost choked on your own saliva. What the hell? Supernatural is now a musical play?, you thought to yourself.
“I’m sorry,” you approached them. “I didn’t mean to pry, but I heard you say that there’s a musical play of Supernatural and I’m a huge fan.”
“Really?” the dark-haired woman grinned wildly. “My daughter is directing the play.”
“Oh, that’s amazing!” you replied. “I’d love to attend this play. Do you know when they’re performing?”
“It’s tonight actually. It takes place in St. Alphonso’s Academy’s auditorium. It’s a school play,” she exclaimed. “I’m sure that there are a few tickets that hadn’t been sold yet. You can buy it at school.”
“That’s great!” you jabbered. “I’m gonna do this right away.”
“The school is close by. Just a couple blocks down the road.”
“Got it. Thank you,” you replied, leaving them be as you grabbed your order and headed out of the cafe.
You were back at the motel in no time with breakfast and three tickets for “Supernatural: the musical”. You knew they wouldn’t be fond of it, but it was the kind of distraction you three needed.
“You’re not dragging me to this,” Dean growled with a shake of his head.
“C’mon Dean, this can be fun. We need to relax a little,” you whined.
“Fun? There’s nothing fun about our lives, Y/N,” he hissed.
“Baby, please, it’s a musical. It’ll be nice,” you cupped his stubbled cheeks. “Please, for me,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes.
The hunter let out a defeated sigh with a roll of his eyes. You grinned.
Dean is usually more difficult into talking him out of something. In the beginning, you had a hard time convincing him to agree to do what you asked. But time passed and you learned from Sam that if you give him your best puppy dog eyes, he’ll give in. Ever since you learned that you have your way with both of them. Just a simple batting of lashes and a kicked dog face are able to get them to do whatever you want. And right now you want to go to that concert.
“I can’t wait to see this,” you beamed, hopping out of the backseat once Dean parked in front of St. Alphonso’s Academy.
“You’re weirdly excited about this,” Sam frowned.
“You know, I wanna see who is portraying us. And if I’m at the story at least.”
You entered the auditorium and made your way to your seats. As usual, you were sitting between them. Dean got up before it started to grab some popcorn and — since there was no beer — coke for you and water for Sammy. He’d be happily drinking whiskey from his flask.
The lights went out and the auditorium was dark, save for the spotlight on the curtains. A girl dressed as who you assumed to be Sammy appeared on stage.
“Good evening everybody,” she greeted. Her wig was on point. “Welcome to our production of Supernatural.”
“Look, that’s you,” you nudged Sam, whispering.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “This is weird,”
“Not gonna lie. It might be a full-on Gallagher show up in this piece, heh,” she warned. “So those of you in the front rows may want to use the ponchos we provided under your seats. You may in fact get wet on this ride.”
“She’s so nervous. That’s cute,” you said.
“So everybody just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”
With that, she walked out. Rock music began to play and the curtains opened slowly. You were so excited you could feel your heart beating faster. In fact, you looked like a child in a candy store.
The whole scenario was beautiful and it was obvious they had put so much effort into it. As a girl dressed as Dean appeared, your Dean almost choked on his popcorn.
“You gotta be kidding me,” he muttered.
“John and Mary, husband and wife,” Dean, the character, began to sing, “Bringing home a brand new life. His name is Sammy. I’m big brother Dean.”
You were completely loving it so far. The boys… well, they weren’t hating it. Both of them had their brows furrowed as they tried to get used to the idea of the musical.
“There’s no singing in Supernatural,” Dean mumbled.
Despite their annoyance, in no time you could see Sam tapping his fingers on his thigh according to the beat of the song. As you look down, Dean was also tapping his feet. So they were enjoying it after all.
As Sam, the character, started singing a song about Dean, you felt the boys tense a little. You reached for their hands. This play was starting to hit them somehow.
The play went on. Eventually, a girl dressed as yourself appeared on stage. It seemed that in the books you were dating Dean. Yet, there was something odd about the way your character was close to Sammy. Subtext. And it was funny how they put on some tension — sexual tension, you dare to say — between Cas and Dean. Again. Subtext. The musical went on. Its primal focus was the story of the two brothers so you didn’t appear on most of the scenes. Either way, you enjoyed seeing yourself from a different point of view.
What seemed to be the final act started. The boys were driving baby. This time you weren’t on the scene. It was the so-called BM scene — no, not bowel-movement, but boy melodrama.
“We need to go back on the road, Dean,” fake Sam glanced at his brother. “Doing what we do best,” a smile appeared on the girl’s face. “Saving people. Hunting things. You know, the family business.”
The scene played out in front of you and the boys smiled. They tightened the hold on your hand as if to be sure you were there with them. You had tears in your eyes and you were trying to hold them back or both of them would pick on you for the rest of your life.
“You’re right, Sammy,” fake Dean smirked. “Out on the road. Just the two of us.”
“The two of us against the world,”
A sob escaped your lips. Two sets of eyes landed on you. Sam and Dean smiled sympathetically. You were definitely the most sensitive out of the three of you. Dean wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You laid your head on his shoulder. Sam grabbed your hand between his giant ones and pressed to his lips. As Dean’s thumb caressed soothingly your waist, Sam’s did on your hand. Both of them reassuring you they were there with you.
“The three of us against the world,” Sam corrected. And here you thought you couldn’t love him more.
A girl over the piano started playing “Carry On My Wayward Son”. The girl who had played Mary started singing, followed by the one who’d starred as John. Then the cast joined them. Their voice was beautiful and it only made you cry even more.
“Who’s that?” Sam asked as a girl with a short, blond wig appeared.
“I think that’s Adam,” you sniffed. “You know, your brother who’s still in the cage trapped with Lucifer,”
You were an entire mess. Lots of tears running down your flushed cheeks. Seeing your lives from another point of view really hit you. And most important the reminder of the Winchester’s unbreakable bond.
Sam stared at the scene in front of him. The youngest Winchester was not sure about what he was feeling. He only knew there was something in his chest that wasn’t there before. He had hope. Deep down he’s starting to believe that, despite all the things he had been through, there might be a way out. Maybe one day everything will end and he’ll be able to live a peaceful life. A normal life. With all its boredom and safety.
The corner of his lips curled up a little. His hazel eyes held a glisten of hope.
Dean was on a internal conflict as the musical wrapped up in front of his eyes. This was a light version of his life. It didn’t have all the blood, all the pain, and all the losses. It didn’t show how broken he is. And even though he’s had many moments of joy, his life was miserable. In his point of view, there might not be a way out of hunting. This play hit him harder than he’d like to admit.
The oldest Winchester’s jaw clenched slightly. His green orbs reflecting how broken and hopeless he felt.
—————
“See, it wasn’t that bad,” you pointed as you climbed in the backseat of the impala.
They only hummed in response. Yep, a school play hit them hard. The roar of the impala broke the silence as Dean started it.
“So, Destiel huh?” you smirked, knowing it would piss Dean off.
“I still think it should be Deastiel,” Sam replied. “What about Samstiel?”
“That sounds weird. I think it’s Sastiel,”
“You’re probably right,” Sam nodded, but you could tell there was something his mind was working on. “CasDean?”
“Alright,” Dean barked. “Both of you, shut your faces.”
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Title: Longing For You (Touch By Lightning Series pt 2)
Square Filled: Mutual Pining (@deanandsambingo), Fluff (@samwinchesterbingo)
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Sam/Dean (non-related wincest); past Sam/Cas
Word Count: 790
Warnings: Major fluffs, mutual pinning, daddy sam, sam has a baby, a/b/o dynamics, omega!Sam, alpha!Dean
Summary: Sam’s alpha passed away a year ago, leaving Sam with their two year old daughter, Lydia, all alone. Sam wasn’t looking for a new alpha, honest! Dean just happened to walk in at the right time. But will Sam go for it? Or will his loyalty toward Cas stop him?
Sam had been staring at his phone for the last hour or so, debating on when he should call Dean. Or even if he should call the attractive alpha. There really wasn’t a point to do so, but Sam desperately wanted to see him again. There was something about the way he moved, the way he spoke. It drew Sam in, and now he is stuck, needing to see this man again.
He let out a soft groan, thumping back on his bed with an exhausting sigh. This shouldn’t be happening. Sam should be focused on work and his kid, not some totally gorgeous guy who happened to waltz into his life quite suddenly.
What would Cas think of this?
That made Sam pause.
Cas would want Sam to be happy. Cas would want Sam to live his life, take care of his kid, find love again. He knew that was what his late mate would have wanted from him.
Sam swallowed, plucking up the courage to pick up his phone and dial the number written on his arm.
The phone rang twice before that familiar deep voice picked up.
“This is Dean.”
“Uh, hey, Dean. It’s...Sam..from Wal-Mart...”
Sam nearly thumped his head on his side table at how stupid he sounded.
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean’s voice was warm and soft. “Was wondering when you were gonna call.”
“Haha, yeah. Just...needed some time ya know?” Sam blushed for some unknown reason.
“Yeah, I get it. How is the munchkin?”
“All tuckered out from coloring. She’s taking a nap right now.”
“Aww, that’s cute.”
“She really is,” Sam agreed with a laugh before falling silent. Both Dean and himself were listening to one another breath, finding it somewhat relaxing.
Dean spoke first though he seemed reluctant to end the silence.
“So...you uh call for a reason?”
Sam hummed and played with his long hair shyly though the alpha couldn’t see it.
“Um yeah. I was just...checking up on you. Um, well, I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go out? Sometime?”
Sam could feel Dean’s grin from his side of the phone.
“Well, Sammy, I think that’d be amazing. Where do you wanna go?”
Sam smirked, “I’ll let you figure that out, Mr. Alpha.”
He could hear Dean let out a playfully growl, causing goosebumps to appear on Sam’s arms.
“Alright then, little omega. I can pick you up Saturday if you’d like?”
“That’s so faaaaar,” Sam couldn’t help but whine, wanting to see the alpha sooner. Saturday was only two days away, however, which wasn’t long at all.
“I knoooow,” Dean whined back. “But I think we will both be a bit busy till Saturday, huh?”
Sam couldn’t help but agree. He not only had work, but he also needed time to find a babysitter to watch over Lydia. Preferably, someone they know which would make the whole situation easier for both of them.
“Yeah....” Sam pouted but relaxed against the couch. “I..I seriously can’t wait, Dean.”
“Me neither. You are a beautiful omega. And I really hope I get to learn more about you.”
Sam blushed and preened at the attention he was getting.
“Thank you. You are mighty handsome as well.”
Dean let out a breathy laugh, Sam treasuring the sound. It was like warmth encased him completely, making Sam feel safe. And that was only from a little laugh. Sam idly wondered what a real laugh from Dean would make him feel and couldn’t wait to find out.
“Alright, hun, I have to get back to work,” Dean sighed, sounding sad. “But, I will definitely call you and text you, yeah?”
“Please do!” Sam immediately agreed. “I will look forward to it!”
Dean laughed and said a sweet goodbye before hanging up.
Sam laid across the couch with a dramatic sigh, smiling dreamily up at the ceiling. Dean really was something special. He was unlike any alpha’s that he’d met before.
Sam immediately perked up as little footsteps ran from down the stairs to the couch before a small body flung herself onto his chest.
“Daaaaaddy!”
“Yes, baby?” Sam smiled softly, kissing Lydia’s head.
“I liked De-De’n.”
“Yeah? I liked him too.”
“Are you gonna see him again?” Lydia asked curiously, playing with Sam’s long hair.
“Maybe, why, hun?”
“Cuz, he makes you smile like papa used to, and I like it.”
Sam paused, blinking down at his daughter, tears welling in his eyes as he smiled.
“You still remember papa, huh. You think he’d be okay with me seeing Mr. Dean again?”
Lydia nodded excitedly and nuzzled Sam’s neck. Sam purred at her softly, chuckling as she gave an answering purr back.
@as-the-saying-goes-bingo – great minds think alike
Word count: 995
WARNINGS: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!!!!! POSSIBLE TRIGGERS HERE!!!! Smut, some non con, gags, restraints, rape, dark themes, language, aggressive alphas, threesomes, sharing
Summary: The Infamous thief, YN, has been put in the care of ace lawyer Sam Winchester and his cop brother Dean for reasons yet unknown. What could possibly go wrong except…everything?
“Prisoner 845203, YFN YLN, you’re being transferred. Pack up and move.”
YN looked up at the female guard, half asleep, wondering what the hell was going on. She wasn’t aware of any transfers. As far as she knew, this was where she was to carry out her sentence. It wasn’t like she’d committed murder or anything. She was just a thief, albeit a really good one, but a thief none the less.
Despite the questions she had about said transfer, she obeyed, gathering her small pile of belongings and following the prison guard toward the waiting door. “Where am I being transferred to?” she finally asked.
The blonde guard looked over at her. “You’re being put into house arrest, to await another trial.”
“Another one? I’m confused.”
The guard snorted. “Me too hun. Me too.”
They finally came into the main greeting area, where she was met by two ruggedly handsome Alphas. “YFN YLN? I’m a lawyer. My name is Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean. We’re taking over your case.”
She frowned. “I didn’t ask for a new lawyer. Neither did I ask for another look at the case. It was pretty open and shut. What is going on? Who ordered this?”
“We’ll explain everything on the way. Let’s get you out of here.”
She bit her lip in hesitation, but followed them. What could possibly go wrong? They were the law, weren’t they?
The ride to the house was long, but at least they’d removed her cuffs. They even had food in the car for her. Neither brother was very talkative, so it made for a rather boring trip. When they finally arrived, she jumped from the vehicle, only to realize they weren’t at her house. In fact, they weren’t anywhere she recognized. Furthermore, the location of the house was very, very remote.
Instant fear filled her mind, but she took a deep breath, willing herself to remain calm. Maybe this was a safe house. Yeah, a safe house, so she could be secure and safe while waiting for this new trial.
There was another problem that had also taken shape.
Her heat was starting.
Worse still, one of those two Alphas, she wasn’t sure which, smelled like strawberries and cream. That meant he was her soulmate.
Once they were inside, they attached the ankle monitor to her leg, gave her a change of clothes, then showed her to a room with a bathroom attached. There was running water, shampoo, body wash, tooth brush and tooth paste, even a new fluffy towel.
While she showered, the brothers sat in the living room downstairs and talked. “Did you scent what I did? She’s in heat. Damn it all if she doesn’t smell exactly like apple pie.” Dean mentioned.
“I was thinking more like Sandalwood and lilies. But there’s no way she’s both of our soulmates, is there? I’ve never heard of that.”
Dean shrugged. “Me either, but if she doesn’t submit willingly, I’m taking her one way or another.”
“You’re suggesting assault Dean.”
“It wouldn’t be assault. She’s our soulmate. Once we claim her, she can’t refuse.”
“I’d prefer she came to us willingly.”
“I know Sam, believe me. I would prefer that too. But her scent is damn near irresistible. I can maybe hold off for 12 hours, but that’s it.”
Sam sighed. “Fine. 12 hours. If she doesn’t submit to us willingly, we’ll claim her. You’re right about the irresistible part. Great minds think alike.” He paused. “I still hope she comes willingly though. It would be easier.”
“I know Sammy. I know.”
**
YN let the water run over her, loving the feel of the warm liquid as it coated her skin. Depending on the day in the prison, her shower was either warm or cool, and never very long, otherwise she’d be an unwilling participant in another inmate’s needs. While they were all females, it was still unnerving and a bit frightening. She only had it happen once to know that she never wanted it again.
Soulmates, however, she would gladly take to her bed. That had always been a fantasy of hers. But she had yet to figure out which one of those gorgeous dudes were it. There had been no distinction so far, and she hadn’t had alone time with either of them. There was no way both were soulmates for her. That would go against everything she was taught as a child.
She dressed and waited till it was dark before venturing out to explore, and find some food. She didn’t hear any voices, so she assumed the boys had gone to sleep. Finding the kitchen, she gathered some ingredients for an omelette. For a safe house, it was really well stocked. Grabbing some onion, green pepper, mushrooms, ham and cheese, she began chopping and grating, humming to herself like she always did when she cooked.
Just as she finished her masterpiece and removed the pan from the stove, hands snaked around her waist and pulled her back into a solid wall of muscle and testosterone. The strawberry and cream scent from earlier played with her rationality. Then another mass of muscle sandwiched her, and this one smelled as delectable as the first. That’s not possible, there’s no way she could possibly have two soulmates, especially ones this handsome.
Confused and needing to think, she managed to shimmy out of the hold and duck into the open. Not looking back, she ran to her room, seeking shelter from the raging hormones, theirs and hers. She barely made it to her door when the same arm from before reached around her torso and pulled back hard, knocking the breath out of her as she slammed into that brick wall of a chest.
“Where do you think you’re going sweetheart? You smell it, don’t you? The soulmate scent? Don’t fight us. We want to love you YN. Struggling will only make this harder.”
Even as her mind toyed with the words she’d heard, she felt hands roaming over her curves while being gently nudged toward her bed. She attempted another escape, but was not successful this round, the arms holding her were stronger now, more demanding. Dean, the one behind her, began grinding against her, his rock hard cock more than ready to dive in. Sam was at her front, his own erection having similar reactions.
“No, I need time…” her words were cut off as a gag was shoved into her mouth, tied, then the two Alphas began ripping at her clothing. They dragged her to the bed and forced her to lay down, tying her hands and legs to the posts, effectively subduing her. Both brothers made short work of their own layers of clothing, eager for the feast that awaited them.
Wide-eyed with fear, she struggled. This wasn’t how she imagined her first time, and certainly not two at a time. There was no way they’d both take her at the same time, would they?
“You’re wondering how all this got planned aren’t you? I’ve been a lawyer for a few of your fellow inmates, and discovered your scent while visiting one day. I didn’t know it was you at first, so I made numerous visits, until I realized it was you. My brother here,” Sam pointed to Dean, “is a cop, and found a way to get you a transfer to our custody. And now, here you are. We didn’t know you’d become both our soulmates, but too late now.”
Sam crawled onto the bed, straddling YN as his massive cock teased her slick-covered entrance. Then Dean snuggled up behind Sam, and too late YN realized their intention. They were literally going to claim her at the same time, take her at the same time. She tried to buck them off, but to no avail.
It was Dean who slid two fingers easily into her hole, moaning as he fucked her. “Damn Sammy, she’s so wet for us.” He grinned as he removed his fingers and licked them. “Let’s do this.”
Both men lined up with her, Sam pressing in first, then waiting for Dean to join him. YN gasped and screamed as they tore through the virginal barrier, filling and stretching her beyond anything she’d even come close to imagining.
“Fuck! So tight!”
They thrust together, causing another scream from their Omega as she felt the pain mix with pleasure, coiling in her abdomen, the start of what would be an extraordinary first orgasm. Without mercy, both men moved, fucking her hard into the mattress. Once they were close, they both moved out, and untied her so they could change their position. Sam held on to YN while Dean lay on the bed. Then YN was forced to straddle the elder brother, while Sam moved to take her from behind.
Both still hard cocks slid back in with ease this time, and the gagged Omega heard herself moan at the feeling. The boys picked up speed, slowing as their knots began to swell, exploding into her with their white hot seed. When they exploded, Sam leaned into YN, forcing her head down so Dean could reach her neck at the same time.
They claimed her, one on each side, their incisors sinking deep, releasing the endorphins that would bind the three together as mates.
YN stopped struggling as the venom of both alphas raced through her system, effectively quenching any remaining doubt as to her new status, and removing all thoughts of fight.
Rated M for Mature: some sex and swearing, abo dynamics, rut/heat
“I swear to God, you take one more step, I will pull this trigger.” The fire in her eyes proved the seriousness of her statement. Her hands didn’t shake and her body gave no hint of relaxation nor fear, only determination and steadfastness. Seeing that she would not be backing down, Sam stopped and slowly raised his hands in surrender. “Don’t even think of playing hero, Hercules. Toss the gun.” Her head gestured as if she could see the pistol in the back of his jeans, right through his stomach.
Sam’s nostrils flared, more out of annoyance than intimidation or defiance. He pulled the gun from its resting place and made a show of slowly tossing it in her direction. “Call off your bodyguard too.” The Winchester’s face fell and his eyes turned to where his brother was waiting in the shadows. “If you don’t want a bullet through Shaggy’s head, I’d come out and play, Scooby Doo.” She held her gaze on the younger man as she addressed the eldest that stepped out of the brush. “Seems like I’ve found the island of the Amazon Wonder Men.” She stated with a straight face and Dean’s eyes rolled. “Get rid of your piece too, Ken Doll.” Her head gestured again as she eyed Dean from the corner of her peripheral.
“How did you know I was out there?” The elder questioned as he pulled his own gun and tossed it to her feet.
She scoffed a light laugh as she turned her gaze slightly more toward him, Sam still clearly in her sight. “Are you shitting me? You two are the smelliest Alphas I’ve ever scented. I could smell you coming a mile away.” Dean’s lips pursed as he internally cursed his own genetics. “Gotta say though, you two do smell good. Mixture of gunpowder, leather and …” Her face wrinkled in thought before she sniffed the air. “Anise.” Dean seemed confused by the word and looked to his brother for explanation. The younger shook his head, this not being the time for an herbalism lesson. “Just take it as a compliment, will ya?”
They couldn’t pick up any kind of scent from her however. This caused Sam’s face to wrinkle and she caught him trying to catch a whiff as a breeze blew through her hair. “You won’t catch anything. I got a good witch doctor that whips me up some damn good suppressants.”
Dean’s head nodded slowly as he flashed a crooked smirk. “So you’re an Omega. Pretty tough and feisty for a ‘Mega.”
Her eyes lit up again with a burning flame as her head jolted toward him. “You’d do good to keep your fucking mouth closed about things you don’t understand.” He saw her finger twitch and he quickly took a half step back, lowering his head as if in submission.
“What do you plan on doing with us? We can’t just stand out here like this until the end of time.” Sam spoke, grabbing her attention away from his brother once more. “You don’t seem like the cold blooded killer type.”
“You don’t know me!” She growled, pushing her gun out further, her arm rigid and tight like a coil that could unfurl and fire at any moment. It appeared that she was losing her edge, whatever insecurities she had were being prodded to cause her rage to rise. This made her even more dangerous with a gun in their direction. Sam nodded and silenced himself, lowering his head in mirror to his brother.
The heightened emotions seemed to burn through her suppressants because it was that moment that a new scent wafted through the air. Sam’s head shot up at the smell and fear flashed in her eyes when she realized what was happening. The arm with the gun fell and with a spin on her heels, she darted off in a flash. Sam moved to take chase but Dean was there with a firm hand to his chest to stop him. The taller man took in a slow breath, cleansing his nostrils of the lingering smell and composing himself, offering Dean a nod of thanks.
“Do you think she’s the one that kidnapped the tourists?” Sam questioned as they made their way back to the Impala.
Dean adjusted the collar of his jacket to block out the cool air before shrugging. “She’s our only suspect right now. The sooner we find her the better and hopefully, when we do, she’ll be in a better mood. And not have a gun.” Sam chuckled lightly, nodding in agreeance before they both climbed into the car, missing the fact that their perp was lingering in the darkening blackness of the treeline.
She was coated in sweat, body quivering and her breathing quick and labored as her heart thudded rapidly in her chest. The suppressants were supposed to prevent this and yet here she was, thrown into the worst heat she had ever experienced since she presented at sixteen. She knew what had triggered it but didn’t want to accept it so it was just time to disappear again. She was good at that, running away without leaving a trace. She’d been doing it her whole life and she never really planned on stopping. No matter how good he smelled and no matter how much she wanted to chase him down, she took off running in the opposite direction.
They weren’t even back to the motel before Sam was in full blown rut. The fever was so bad that Dean had to put him in an ice bath the moment they got to the room. It took far too long to fill the tub with one ice bucket and an ice machine all the way down the hall. Neither brother could understand why it had come on so early and so fast. The boys had a routine, their ruts usually coming around at the same time. They had time to prepare and make plans but this came with no warning so there was no preparation for this.
She didn’t get very far either before she was down for the count. But unlike the Alpha, she was alone deep within the mountains, a tiny shack hidden in the trees. She had been alone for years but this time, all she wanted was to be held, to be knotted, to be loved. She wanted someone to help her through this time to the point it made the ache even worse. She had never wanted to have an Alpha to rely on until that damn Sasquatch showed up and destroyed the walls she had tried so hard to build up.
“I can’t just leave you here and go out to look for some mysterious Omega!” Dean hated arguing with the stubborn younger Alpha. The eldest Winchester was tired and frazzled, without an idea of what else to do.
“Then fucking call Cas!” Sam growled, his hair sticking to the sweat coating his face. His brother heaved a sigh, nodding in acquiescence.
“You don’t know her name and you can only give me a brief description of how she looks. And you expect me to just magically find her?” Castiel’s deadpan expression caused Dean to narrow his gaze at the angel standing before him.
“She smells like cocoa!” The youngest Winchester pushed out through ground teeth. Cas looked judgmentally toward the older brother and Dean pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.
“The last place we saw her was out in the woods. She headed north up into the mountains. That’s all I got, man. You gotta find her somehow. He refuses anything else and this rut is bad. He’s gonna let himself die. If he’s like this, I can only imagine what state she’s in.” Dean explained, his arms crossed over his chest, his concern and fear not hidden well beneath the firm wall of composure.
Castiel’s shoulders lifted as he took in a slow breath and let it out with a nod of his head. “I will do the best I can. I will help Sam rest first.” He made his way to the bedside, placing his hand upon the thrashing Alpha’s forehead. Within a moment, the man calmed and drifted off into a deep sleep. The angel looked to the other Winchester now before the rush of wings preceded his disappearance. For the first time in a few hours, Dean finally sat down.
She had tossed her guns outside just because she couldn’t tolerate the lingering scent of gunpowder. Her leather jacket was locked away in the car with the leather interior. And yet the smell of him still lingered, like it was permanently burned into her nostrils. She swore and cursed in Spanish, yelling at God for besetting her with such horrid genes.
But these prayers didn't reach God. No, they reached the ears of a blue eyed angel that was on the hunt for her. The lack of scent hid the angel from her senses until she spotted him out of the corner of her eye, standing near her bed. Letting out a scream, she slid off the bed and dropped to the floor. She didn’t get a good look at him and didn’t even cover her nakedness before everything went dark.
“I had no time to explain.” Cas stated flatly, Dean covering his eyes with his hands the moment he spotted the naked women in the angel’s arms.
“You couldn’t have at least gotten a blanket or something?” The Winchester questioned, his nose wrinkling when he caught her scent. Castiel didn’t answer, simply pushed past him to lay the sleeping Omega next to the knocked out younger Alpha. “We might wanna get outta here before they wake up. I really don’t want to see that side of my brother.” Cas didn’t give him time to prepare before he teleported them both away, leaving the pair in the bed.
She was the first to wake, confused and groggy as her eyes slowly adjusted to reality. Her brain processed things slowly and it wasn’t until she began to sit up that she was reminded of her uninvited visitor. She was still naked but she wasn’t in as much pain, as a matter of fact she felt calmer, peaceful, safe. As she took in a breath, she would know why. The sweet smell of anise, coated in leather and dusted with gunpowder.
Her head turned and there lay the large stranger she had ran from hours before. He was sleeping peacefully and she had never seen anything more beautiful. She didn’t even question how she had made it here, how he had found her, simply accepted the fact that they were back together. She didn’t know his name, where he lived, what he did for a living, it didn’t matter. He was hers and she needed him more than anything.
She didn’t wait for him to wake up before she straddled his hips and began to roll her own against him. She groaned, throwing her head back as her slick coated his erection. He was definitely proportionate, perfectly long and thick just like the rest of him. Her hands came to rest on his firm chest and his eyes slowly opened to meet hers, a fire of lust and desire flashing in his hazel hues.
“I’m Marta and I need you to fuck me now.” She spurted out, thick with her arousal, quiet and timid. He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he seemed to hold himself back. “Please.” She whimpered as she rolled her hips.
His fingers dug into her hip bones as he growled deep in his throat. “I’m Sam and I’m going to take care of you from now on.” His mouth crashed against hers and he easily rolled them over, wasting no time burying himself inside her. This first time would be quick and hungry but the couple would get to know each other deeply over the next few days. The final day of Sam’s rut, he would claim her, making her his forever.
“Is it safe?” Dean asked after he knocked on the motel door. The two chuckled, cuddled up, a naked mess of limbs in the bed they barely got out of the past few days.
“Give us another half hour.” Marta called out to the man she couldn’t wait to meet, having heard so much about him already.
“Make it an hour!” Sam called before burying his head in her neck and nipping at the flesh.
There was an audible from outside the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” He stated flatly.
