HC that Damian presents as an Omega and his first heat sends the entire pack into a territorial, comfort and protect mode. His experience is less painful than the other omegas in the pack because everyone helps him with his nest, keeps him fed and with medical attention, and makes sure someone is always there to scent him for comfort. He's too young to be mated but Jon is allowed to come scent him and bring his own clothes and blankets to add to the nest before he is made to leave Damian's nest as a newly presented Alpha himself. Overall though everyone is like "protect the baby" "omg why does he have to grow up so fast" "obliterate anything that might hurt him"
Other designations for this:
Bruce: Omega
Jason: Omega
Dick: Alpha
Tim: Beta
Alfred: Beta
Cass: Alpha
Steph: Beta
Duke: Alpha
Barbara: Beta
Jon: Alpha
Between Tim's obsessive checking on him every 5 minutes to make sure he hasn't stopped breathing in his sleep/constant monitoring of his vitals/adjusting the temperature so he doesnt overheat, Bruce’s persistent mother Henning and coddling, Jason's knack for making comforting spaces out of nothing and singing him to sleep, and Dick's firm and territorial protectiveness and limits on who can and cannot enter the youngest Robin's nest, Damian is the safest Omega in Gotham for the entire week until everything passes but the pack bonds is stronger as well and he can feel how worried they all were about him.
Duke and Barbara I feel like keep the missions going in Gotham to keep things running smooth and Cass and Steph help Damian bathe since he's too delirious to clean himself up. Of course Alfred makes sure he's fed and has the best nutrition. Its just all hands on deck to minimize his discomfort. 🥺
Danny is the son of one Clark Kent and Lois Lane. He is a twin actually. However some shit happened, a revenge on Superman, a rouge villain kidnapping a random kid thinking he could get some money off of them, one of Lois her enemies getting revenge in the worst way possible on a reporter, who knows. Anyways, point is, he has been removed from his parents and somehow ended up with the Fentons.
He has always known he was different. He could lift things no one else could (even his teachers and dad) at the young age of 3, able to hear things that were miles away (he was diagnosed with adhd because of his hyper active behavior and apparent ‘oversensitivety’ to sound) and while everyone could smell really well, he sometimes felt like he could smell the entire world.
After the first time being called a freak by one of the other toddlers though (judgmental little shits that children can be) and tried to live as normally as possible. Then the accident happens. He finds out he’s adopted and also that he was unwillingly removed from his parents. Who they were? He didn’t know, even the most likely source who knew it (Clockwork) just looked at him with a smile and told him time would tell him at its own pace.
Fast forward a year and Danny is 15. He’s presenting as an omega. The worst thing he could’ve gotten in his opinion. The feeling of being able to smell the world worsens and he just has a headache from all the noise, smells and sights. Something is pulling him though. He doesn’t know exactly where..? But it just, it feels so nice, and familiar…
Maybe he should just let it be? Maybe he will find the place? Maybe not?
Unbeknown to him, his twin has the exact same problem. Clark and Lois are a bit worried about the presentation behaviour, as if going to a different place. Wasn’t their home and their family nest safe and familiar enough?
They turn around, for what feels like a second, just a blink of not paying attention, and Jon is gone. They panic, flashbacks to when they lost his little brother coming to the forefront of their minds.
Luckily Clark had long since memorized every little sound his sons body made. From his breathing, to heartbeat to the way he was slightly rub his teeth over each other when faced with something new or unexpected.
They find their son. Both of them. Curled up, speaking in words that sound like nonsense to their ears but perfectly logical to the two of them.
Jon and Danny rejoin during their omega presentation and are curled up together in the most comfortable spot of the entire North American continent in the middle of nowhere, just cuddling each other and making a weird variation of baby babbling noises despite being teenagers.
Needless to say, Clark and Lois break down. They found their son, and redound their lost child.
For the beautiful, wonderful, and so very talented @roriannesmoon
Ship: Michael “Robby” Robinovitch x Jack Abbot x Fem OC
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Summary: After making it through life as a beta for twenty-five years, her late presentation was the last thing she expected to upend her life. Thankfully there are two alphas willing to help with such an adjustment.
AN: Every fandom needs omegaverse, so here we are.
CW: Polyamory, smut, praise kink, age gap, soft dom robby, shenanigans typical of omegaverse fic (knotting and the like), dub-con in the sense most heat fics are dub-con
Chapter I
Hailey
Hailey knew something was wrong deep down. Or at least changing. It started with the clinginess, in a hurry to help with tasks when Robby got home and curling up in his lap the moment he settled for the night. He didn’t seem to hold it against her. Never showed annoyance, despite clearly being exhausted after each shift. But he’d always taken good care of her.
Still, being needy was easy for her to ultimately ignore—for him to find amusement in. It was days later, noticing the steady gathering of blankets and pillows in her apartment and the fact his “borrowed” sweatshirts were never washed and returned as per usual, that Robby began to suspect the reason for her behavior and finally called out what she hadn’t been willing to consider.
“I am not an omega." One hard look and she was scrambling to deny it further. "I'm twenty-five, Robby,” she protested, suddenly tempted to shrug out of what might have been the last hoodie her boyfriend owned. “I would have presented almost a decade ago.”
“Delayed presentation is rare, but not impossible. I suspect a few more days and you’ll go into your first heat.” She blanched at that, turning away before he could see her flush at the thought. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. Perfectly natural and no one will think less of you for it.”
“None of your colleagues, maybe. There are plenty of people beyond that with something shitty to say. It’s hard enough making it as an artist without designation bias.”
He huffed, pulling her into his lap so she couldn’t hide. “Eyes here,” he ordered, raising her chin. “You’ve built yourself considerably over the last few years. Whatever changes this might bring will be brief. I don’t want you stressing over it.”
And with him keeping that reminder on repeat when they were together, she didn’t.
“Good evening.”
Dana, as usual was the first to greet Hailey upon arrival. There were only a few minutes left for the day shift, but she liked chatting with the staff she could. Driving to pick up take out some nights when her boyfriend wrapped things up. “Robby told me not to let you back here if you tried to show up these past couple days. Care to tell me why?”
She rolled her eyes, hoping the charge nurse didn’t see right through her lie. “You know Robby. Assumes the worst over a little cough. It’s not a big deal.”
“Right, now try again. Might not be able to put my finger on it, but something’s up with you.” She began to argue, but the instant shift stole her breath. There was no steady build, no warning signs. Just a shock of heat flooding her very veins. Aside from the obsessive nesting and new need for physical contact, nothing else had surfaced to show her heat cycle was coming on. She figured the hour she’d be out of the house was no problem. “Shit, kid. Come on. Staff lounge,” Dana ordered. “Before some asshole alpha clocks you. Princess, page Robby.”
“On it.”
“No. He’s busy, I’m fine,” she tried to lie. “Please don’t.”
A horrid cramping set in and she nearly doubled over. “Yeah, sure thing,” a new voice groused. Of course Jack had to come in early and seen her acting a fool. “I’ll get her over there, Dana. Just track down Robby. Night shift can handle whatever he’s wrapping up.” Hailey leaned into him the second he took her from the charge nurse and for once she didn’t care how it looked—didn’t care if they were seen like this, should someone come down the short hallway. God, his scent was going to drive her crazy. “How long have you known this was coming, Hails?”
“Uh, few days, I guess.”
“And you weren’t waiting it out at home?” He shook his head, resuming the walk down to the staff lounge. “Sweetheart, you have got to take care of yourself. Do you know how many alphas are on the staff?” She blinked back at him, waiting for his words to sink in. “Too many. And half of them don’t have enough restraint to walk away from an omega in their first heat.”
Hailey could only imagine how she looked, flushed with the sudden fever, pupils blown. Even mid-scolding it was a struggle not to lean over and bury her nose against his scent gland. “Shit. C’mere, baby.” She scrambled to obey, straddling his thigh in her hurry to nuzzle close. “What I should do is put you over my knee. Certainly earned it,” he grumbled, gripping her by the waist before she could so much as think to grind down on him. Locked in place she could feel the slick already coating her panties. “But I think I’ll leave that to Robby this time.”
“Mean,” she panted, not entirely opposed to either one of them taking her in hand. “Jack, I’m scared. I always keep control of myself. I won’t be able to.”
“Oh, sweet girl. Hailey, you know he’ll take care of you.”
The door swung open before she could respond to his attempt at consolation. And there Robby stood, brow pinched, arms crossed, clearly caught between worry and frustration. It was no surprise when he cracked, crossing the space in a few steps to take her from Jack’s hold. There would likely be another lecture at some point, but for the moment her comfort seemed to be his priority.
She had her arms and legs locked around him in an instant, once again seeking out that newly addictive scent her alpha carried. “Purr?” she whispered as he sat on the edge of the table. Everything happening, each urge and change and pain was unfamiliar territory, but instincts were developing just as quickly as the rest of it. He’d never purred for her before, but she already knew it would mellow the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
He kissed her hair, granting her request even if it was broken by clipped conversation.
“Fuck. I never requested the rest of the week. I’ll put it in the system now and—”
“Don’t. I’ll be fine.” Hailey had no illusions the rest of his coworkers wouldn’t eventually put two and two together, but she really didn’t want them coming to that conclusion while she was out of it, or giving Robby any shit for taking extra time in the unlikely event the staff who hadn’t seen her didn’t end up putting things together. “By then I’ll be fine.”
“You won’t. Especially not during your first heat,” Jack said from his place in the chair. “But the extra time on such short notice might not be approved, explanation or none. My long break is right after yours.” He paused. “Wouldn’t be the first time I filled in regarding your girl. What do you say, Hails?”
He was right about it being a familiar arrangement. Jack had joined them in bed before—most often with Robby present, but that wasn’t to say he never had his fill of her after his shift when Robby had already left. There really was no question when it came to his place in their dynamic. Still, while neither of them intimidated her, there was an undeniable vulnerability when it came to an omega’s heat. But this was Jack they were talking about. And after the way she’d reacted to his scent and touch mere moments ago… “I’d—Yes, I’d appreciate that.” However they were keeping from being awkward about this, she was eternally grateful.
He rose from the chair with a nod, stooping down to press a kiss to her temple. “Get her home and settled in her nest, Robby. I’ll pick up the slack here.”
“Thank you.” Pushing off the table, Robby followed him out, splitting away to take an exit that wouldn’t require them to pass the nurses’ station. At least she was spared that mortification. “Where’d you park, sweet girl?” he asked, fishing the keys out of her crossbody.
“Next lot, I think. West entrance.”
Quickly spotting the vehicle in question, he made short work of getting her buckled in and adjusting the driver’s seat to suit his height. “Couple minutes, Hailey,” he soothed, resting a hand over her thigh to keep a point of contact through the short drive to their complex. Trusting him to get them where they needed to be, she stopped fighting the crawling heat, focus on breathing through the throbbing ache low in her belly. “Almost there, sweetheart,” he said a moment later. “Just parking.”
Robby didn’t let her protest being carried up. Thankfully they were only on the second floor. Two minutes later he had her stripped down to her underwear and got her settled in her nest, taking the place beside her without moving anything out of place, scrubs tossed aside in his rush to help her. “Dropping by a hospital packed with alphas was not your best idea,” he grumbled, shifting to sink down in the cradle of her thighs. She whimpered, feeling the hard line of his cock up against her. “But sitting here alone and refusing to call me to help before I was due home would have been a worse one, so I’ll forgive it.”
She didn’t deny the accusation. He and Jack took care of her, but that didn’t mean putting herself first wasn’t still a work in progress.
“Ugh. Lecture later. Need—” She choked, a full shudder working through her the moment those two fingers slipped beneath her panties. Feeling him press up against her slick gland, coherency was a forgotten thing. “Please.”
What exactly she was begging for wasn’t much of a mystery. He could touch and tease her a dozen different ways to dull the need coursing through her, but only one thing would fully satisfy it. “Soon,” he promised, but seemed in no hurry to deliver even as he removed the soaked crap of cotton. “Breathe, honey. I’ll give you what you need when you’re ready for it.”
His hand reclaimed its place between her legs, those same two slowly curling until she trembled beneath him while he moved down the bed, finally stopping when he could brace her thighs over his shoulders. “Robby—”
Even with his intentions so clearly presented, the wet heat of his mouth over her clit was a shock through her system. “Fuck,” she hissed, gripping the fabric beneath her until her knuckles paled. She could already feel the increase in slick, wetting the sheets, surely soaking Robby’s beard—not that he seemed to mind it. “More.”
The word was barely more than groan, but her hand shifting to the back of his head must’ve gotten the demand across. Gripping her thighs a little tighter, he dragged his tongue up her center, a man entirely devoted to his task. A few strokes of his thumb over her clit and she was riding the edge in half the time it would have taken without the heat affecting her body. “That’s it, baby.” The slightest scrape of his nail was the hair trigger. Habit alone had her biting her lip to keep from crying out. Never did she hate living in a complex more than that moment.
That first orgasm left her reeling. Enough that she didn’t register Robby discarding the last scraps of clothing between them. Wasn’t fully present until she felt his mouth on hers, the taste of slick lingering—and not entirely unpleasant. “With me again?”
She nodded. “Achy, Alpha.”
“I know. I know, sweet girl. Doing so well for me. Just need filled up, don’t you?” He tilted his head, nipping her earlobe before skimming his teeth across her neck. “Need a knot.”
“Please, Robby.” He slid a hand down between them, thumbing one nipple along his way, a different kind of heat running through her with that brief contact. A second longer and he was sliding into place, pushing deep enough for his knot to graze. “Oh, God. More. Need more.”
Eyes fluttering shut, she could only feel the slight shift in his weight before his hand was in her hair and his mouth was on hers again, muting the whimper brought on by the next roll of his hips. “Such a good girl,” he groaned when they parted. His hands fell again, bending her legs just enough to sink a little further. The first true taste of his knot since the start of all this. She’d taken before. Though it had certainly taken more preparation before she could produce true slick. She’d enjoyed it. But she’d never needed it. She couldn’t hold back the growl of frustration. “Hailey—”
“Stop teasing.”
He chuckled, though it sounded strained like he was just as close to the edge. “Alright, sweet girl,” he agreed, each thrust of his hips building in pace. Finally, his knot locked inside of her. She came with a sharp cry, the mounting heat and pressure melting into what she knew would be an all-too-brief satisfaction, feeling him spill inside of her. “Christ,” he groaned, face tucked into her neck for a long moment before he pressed a soft kiss there and rolled them so he wouldn’t have to worry about keeping his weight off of her. “Alright, sweetheart?”
She grumbled something only half-coherent and he chuckled fondly. “I’ve got you.”
She didn’t realize she’d started to doze until Robby tried to slip out from beneath her. “No.”
“Just going to grab a few things. I’ll only be a minute,” he promised.
Kissing the back of her hand, he slipped out of her hold only to return a moment later with a wet cloth and water bottle. “Fuck,” she hissed, clear headed enough to finally register just how much of a mess she looked—and how much of the bedding was soaked with her slick.
“Nothing that can’t be fixed, Hailey,” Robby soothed. “Take it easy.” Gentle, but efficient, he cleaned the worst of the mess and adjusted things so she was sitting at a partial incline to drink the water he offered. Her half-hearted pout was the first thing he acknowledged. “You can fix your nest in a few minutes, little one. Right now you need fluids. I doubt I’ll be able to get much in you when the worst of it comes on.”
She huffed at that. “A doctor before all else, aren’t you?”
“Doctor, alpha. You can blame it on what you’d like, as long as you’re drinking.” Too tired to argue, she did as she was told. “Good girl,” he offered when she handed back the empty glass. As always, the words were a balm to any tension or worry she held. “Get settled back in and rest while you can. I’ll be right here with you.”
Cute little Omega going into his first Heat in September, he's confused, scared, but it's okay... his big, strong, virile Alpha father is there, he'll make it okay.
Big strong Alpha father unable to resist his beautiful virgin omega's scent, claims his first Heat, knots and floods his hole with his virile Alpha seed over and over until the boy's Heat his over.
Cute little Omega with a big, swollen belly screaming and sobbing nine month's later as he becomes a father on Father's Day, straining to push multiple babies out of his aching hole as his Father rubs his back and praises him for giving him so many new children even as the boy sobs and begs for it be over even as he gives birth to his sixth child somehow knowing there's at least one more still inside him and working its way towards his birth canal.
Alpha father who feels his cock getting hard at how fertile his sweet boy is, he's going to fuck him so hard when he's finished giving birth and claim every Heat the boy has forcing him to birth litter after litter of big, strong babies.
Pairing: John Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester.
Tags: Daddycest, Wincest, Omega Sam Winchester, Alpha John Winchester, Alpha Dean Winchester, Heat Induced Sex, Mating Marks, Biting.
Word count: 4.2k
Summary: Sam, who everyone always assumed to be a beta, goes into his first heat during a case. Almost a week later, finally sane again after an blurry yet intense heat, Sam has to deal with the aftermath and face his brother and father.
Sam was an omega, that much was clear after for a whole hunt the monsters kept making beeline for him, his scent near heat and presenting had been so strong Dean and John had to act quickly to not end up with one member less to their already small family.
The trip back to their motel room had been tense and quiet. The two alphas had the front, driver’s and passenger seat at the impala, keeping all the windows down to help air Sam’s old books and eucalyptus scent out of the car so as to not get it ingrained to the car’s mechanical parts and leather seats. Although John knew that they would need to clean the car afterwards anyway if the overflowing slick smell was anything to go by.
Usually family members were not to be affected by an omega when their family went on heat. Maybe a little nose twisting or being worried with the painful cramp whines but not affected by what the actual heat meant. Not aroused.
The Winchesters were far from being an usual common traditional family.
Dean and Sam had something going on for a few years now. Ever since Sam was fourteen and Dean eighteen, just freshly presented as alpha and eager to fuck anything he could put his paws on. Which just happened to be any chick he found in a bar and had Sam extremely upset, enough that they would fight frequently until one day Sam came undone and put all his feelings in the open.
Dean was his brother, only and exclusively and he did not want anyone else touching him.
After that Dean started to slowly leave the bar nights in order to stay home with Sam and one thing led to another and one day he just… woke up with his naked, spent baby brother’s limbs tangled on his own in a cheap motel bed.
It didn’t take long for John to find out, he was more aware of his children than the average parent due to hunting and monsters lurking in the shadows. He knew where they were every time and knew their reactions by heart… even if he didn’t let it show often. Even if, mostly, he kept distance from them, expecting that one day, if something off-ed him before his old-age time, his son’s would not feel as torn and broken as he felt when Mary died.
In John’s head it worked like this: better Dean than some stranger that could be anything in the monster-monster encyclopedia or even worse, a human-monster. The latter being the hardest to beat.
Years passed and the brothers hid it quite well from their father, they were extremely low-key about it… unfortunately for them, John Winchester had PhD in his children, so he already knew they were beyond hand-touching when he first arrived back from a hunting trip and just to listen to the many moans and pleads coming from Sam as he stood outside the motel bedroom they had been crashing.
It was okay. For the longest time they thought Sam to be a beta anyway, treating him as such since he did not present a heat or rut at the usual presenting age of twelve. They had strayed so far from normalcy that John did not even have what took in him to be frowning at the incestuous relationship nor to act like a conservative, traditional parent lack of presenting at the right age.
Sam’s a beta? Didn’t present yet? Great, that meant they wouldn’t have to be double worried with him on hunts or having him seat out some because of the complications that could come with being an omega.
The relationship between the two brothers went on for two years with John turning a blind eye to whatever happened. In the end this extra layer of connection between the two kept Sam less aggressive and more pliant and Dean quicker, more swiftly and precise on hunts his baby brother accompanied them on. Even if Sam was not around, the promise of going back to his mate kept him a well oiled machine, as precise as he could be with his current experience.
It was one fateful night when John “got to know”. He had not meant to but he went to the nearest bar and when he come back he did not stop to listen like he often did when sober, did not stop to see if Sam was letting out all those sweet, sweet moans, wet whines and adorably begging for more of his brother, no, John simply walked in that night and the two boys were mortified.
While they took their time being mortified and putting clothes back on, John stood there, sobering up slightly, just enough to commit to his mind the image of his youngest son naked slim body, covered in sweat and his pretty cock flustered pink.
“We can explain.” Dean had stuttered that night, clothes haphazardly put on before he had Sam protectively behind him. “We know this is fucked up…”
John had to stop him there, a shake of his head before exhaling and dropping his shoulders so his boys would know he meant no harm.
“I knew it.” He said simply moving to his bed, head spinning and cock half hard at the pheromones - when did old books start to smell so good? - still coming aroused from both boys in waves. “I’m not mad.”
“Then why didn’t you say something?” Sam, always to the point, always so precise, still held a certain innocence in his sixteen years old eyes. For the moment all the defiance was gone, giving its place to a deep confusion.
How could he explain to his sons that it had been too long since Mary? Too long since anyone, really? No matter how drunk he got he never managed to go forward with anything but few flirts. Was he supposed to tell them it didn’t take long hunting monsters, thinking how they thought to defeat them, before you became one of them? That he would listen for many times to his older son getting his baby brother off when he could have simply walked away?
John chose silence, but not before affirming once more “I’m not mad” as he covered himself with the beaten up blanket from the more and turned his back to them.
That’s why now, in the car with Sam in full heat John was not only having to keep Dean in control by every once in a while holding his shoulder to keep him from jumping to the back seat but he was also having to grip the wheel twice as hard to not stop the car and jump Sam himself.
“De… it hurts…”
Was the only thing penetrating through the quietness of their trip back to the motel.
They had been about to stop when both alpha’s eyes widened, Sam letting out a louder moan than the previous as both men on the front seats felt their ruts get triggered. Shit.
John stopped the car carelessly in front of the motel, getting out of the car as Dean, already on his feet, grabbed Sam princess style and walked inside, John quick on his heels, both alphas enough to keep others from approaching.
Then they locked themselves in the bedroom for five days, the only time anyone would see one or other of the alphas would be when they left for food and water but still in that primal state they didn’t register those moments properly. Just blurry images of vending machines and feeding Sam before they were inside the omega, kissing him, thrusting into him, licking him, getting him off.
When they woke up on the sixth day the room was wrecked, bed broken as the three of them crammed into the surviving mattress part of it.
Their bodies ached but they felt deeply pleased with it. It was too early for regret to set in but John was too old for such intense activities for such long time so his first reflex upon waking up had been to put sleeping Sam’s arm away from his chest and stand up the best he could to take a shower and wash away the sweat and liquids sticking to his naked body.
Imagine his surprise when Sam, who even amidst a haze they had managed to cover up to the shoulders with a blanket after their last sparks of rut had been ridden from their systems, wailed loudly and held John’s arm, alarming Dean enough to have him up.
“Alpha, please! Don’t leave me!” It didn’t sound like Sam at all, which was weird because the heat had ended already- should have ended already, there were no cramps in sight if not a few flinches from the ache from past days activities ravishing the young omega’s body.
“Sam, your heat is over, baby. You have to take deep breaths.” Dean, spooning his baby brother, tried to calm him down but even if Sam curled closer inside his hold he kept staring at John with desperate eyes, shaking his head and gripping his wrist.
They stared at each other for a few minutes, John to Sam and then John to Dean. While he and his oldest son tried to communicate Sam tried to move to pull John back into bed with them, which made him flinch intensely because he could barely move. But that was expected.
What wasn’t expected was that John and Dean flinched too, feeling Sam’s discomfort on their own bodies, the urge to calm their mate down and make sure he was safe, overpowering them.
Wait, mate? Both alphas exchanged a stare wide eyed, Dean, being closer to Sam, slowly peeled away the covers from the omega so he could see his neck properly while John moved back to the mattress on the floor, intertwining his hands with Sam’s who whined happily to have his alpha close again.
John held his breath and, in a split second, Dean moved so both sides of Sam’s neck were unobstructed to their eyes.
Two marks.
Two bite marks on each side of Sam’s neck.
They had marked Sam as their on the throes of pleasure and now there was no going back from that.
“Alphas? ‘s cold here.” Sam purred unaware, still not full off his heat apparently as he pulled both alphas back to lay at his sides, getting comfortable on John’s chest as he wrapped Dean’s arm around his waist.
Both men stared at each other with desperate glances, at a loss of what to even say in this situation.
They screwed up monumentally this time.
When Sam woke up the other day, body aching and an out of proportion hungover headache building up in his temples, he was alone.
It was not an unusual occurrence since Dean would wake up early to grab them breakfast from the nearest dine if they had the time and John would usually... be god-knows-where doing god-knows-what. Whatever he did stopped being Sam and Dean's problem a long time ago. Maybe it was wrong to say but Sam preferred things that way, as long as they didn't cross John's path or screwed up bad enough it became his business they were John-free.
Sam's haze perdured until he decided to leave bed, legs ready to take a swing and make him stand in one go, only for him to notice the mattress was on the floor.
There were no splinters of wood or anything around it, in fact the mattress laid plainly on the floor with nothing underneath it. The room on the overall looked pretty neat and organized, too organized since he was the one who insisted on cleanliness and no weapons on the tables they were supposed to eat at.
Then he tried to figure out why the mattress was on the floor because when they checked in the day before, before leaving for the hunt, he was pretty sure there were two structured wooden bed frames to go with the mattresses. Well, the bed their father had been sleeping was intact so that should mean something. He just didn't know what.
Sam was about to gather the courage to roll to the side to then sit to be able to get up when the loud alarm on the nightstand started to beep annoyingly, making him grunt and grab the top of it to help him stand up. Once he did, turning the alarm off, he regretted it.
His legs felt like jelly and his whole body was sore and achy. Yet, looking down he was apparently clean, his hair smelled like cheap shampoo and body like small gift soap they stole from better inns and motels they stayed at. Which was weird since he did not remember taking a bath after they got home from the last hunt. He didn't remember changing into his pajamas either... he barely remembered he had one when most nights he would fall asleep the second they got back to the motel, not willing to wait for his father and brother to finish showering first.
In fact, he didn't remember coming back from the hunt at all, anything after he started to run while John gutted the thing coming after them - had it been werewolf or vampire? - was a messy blur of greys of dirt, yellow-orange of the sunset and Baby somewhere along the way, like a light at the end of the tunnel.
Searching for something to ground himself, he looked at the newspaper on the nightstand, on the side of John's bed. They used many newspaper scraps and it was not uncommon to find them everywhere but the nightstand was reserved for the day's news of whichever city they were crashing at. Where did John get those when most motels were on the side of the road, middle of nowhere? Sam had no idea.
Looking down he realized, much to his dismay, it had been four days since they had left for their last hunt, the front news was a picture of some local celebrity and on top there was the date typed in bold black.
But this wasn't right. He had been running, no poison had gotten to him. The last thing he remembered feeling was pain. It was hurting so much and he knew he had to get to Baby before any more from the pack... or had it been a coven? Before more of them - whatever they had been - came after him because of his smell. His heat smell.
Oh. Sam had messed up the counting of his heat and pills which ended up with him in heat in the middle of the hunt. Now that would explain the soreness in his whole body. At least most of it.
As an omega without a mark he usually felt empty at the end of his heats, no matter how hard Dean pounded into him, Sam had yet to feel the said completeness omegas should feel after being knotted because Dean had yet to knot him, no matter how far they had already gone with their sexual adventures.
Now, as he walked over to the small bathroom of the room he couldn't help but feel a buzzing on his bones, a thin line of pain lingering on his back at each of his carefully deliberated steps. It wasn't possible he had spent the night with someone, was it? He was in their motel bedroom, Dean and John would never let a random alpha take him. Not at sixteen. No, that was impossible, especially with how some days Dean could barely contain himself from ripping any waitress that smiled at Sam a new one.
Sam was running out of options once he stood in front of the mirror. His thoughts were running wild with possibilities because as far as he could tell he had been knotted. And knotted good if the way his legs felt like jelly were anything to go by, his hands had to grip the sides of the small sink so his knees wouldn't buck, the small walk had taken most all the force he still had in himself.
As his eyes looked down at the small cupboard between the sink and toilet he tried to see if any of the small bottles and tablets on top of it were his medicines or if he could at least find some aspirin since who was mostly using it was Dean, who always had a hangover from drinking. He found nothing, so he fixed his eyes at the sink rail as if expecting the urge to retch or throw up to come over him.
When nothing came he then and only then allowed himself to look up at his reflection in the mirror.
Shit. Was all he could think about as his eyes went wide observing not one but two huge marks on both sides of his neck. By the looks of it had been a couple days since he had been marked because there were no signs of bleeding and although the alcoves where the teeth carved into his skin were still red, the overall mark was already becoming part of his skin, just a pale mark.
On the way to panicking completely, Sam chose the safest road - or at least the one he knew and was most familiar with - and decided to list first the things he knew as he drew a delicate finger around the patterns while staring at the mirror.
He had gone into heat, so he needed to buy new pills as soon as possible;
He had spent his heat with not one but two alphas, he had to find out who they were (hopefully not other hunters);
He had been knotted good… fuck, had they worn protection?
Dean and his father clearly knew. Why weren’t they here to yell at him then?
Was at least one of those marks Dean’s?
Clearly the “sticking to what he knew” didn’t take long to spiral back again into endless questions. Too many questions for someone who felt like he had been run over by a bus or worse.
Sam didn’t know how long he spent staring at his reflection, dumbly tracing the bite marks with his hand but it was long enough to work through his shock and use his few left working brain cells to think about tracing down who the alphas that had marked him- his alphas were and to get a hint of where to remotely find them.
Sam then put one hand on each side of his neck, over the biting marks as delicately as possible because they were still sensitive like hell and just having his hands near made him have to suppress a whine.
Marks worked as both way connections, from now on he would be able to feel whatever his alphas felt, would be able to know how they were and most likely would even be able to share their sight or see memories of places they had been as the bond progressed.
It was, in its essence, a bond for life. There were new experiments out there, people fighting for omega’s rights and the possibility of unmating them from their alphas. Mostly, this type of fight came to protect them from alphas who had forced an omega to be his. It was expected that if it was forced or heat-induced there would be the omega’s own backlash and the mark would not hold… however, of course many found their way around it with drugs so the omegas would be pliant at the moment of the marking.
As Sam closed his eyes he couldn’t help but notice that whoever his mates were he didn’t feel like throwing up or bodily rejecting them. He had this small buzz under his skin that felt like home, felt… not like all the good things in the world, no, that would be a stretch, but it sure felt right and like home.
“Okay, focus.” Sam closed his eyes, trying to sooth himself and his expectations - borderline desperation - for one of his marks to be Dean’s.
A few minutes went by without anything happening until Sam was almost ready to give up when the buzzing under his skin got more intense and a sudden wave of strong smell washed over him; leather and gunpowder, like the taste on the back of his tongue after a hunt and… shit. Alcohol and gunpowder?
The second smell somehow managed to terrify Sam as he desperately tried to put the pieces together on his post-heat mind, nothing making the normal, quick, sense it usually did after about twenty minutes of being awake. No, this was different.
Sam knew it was too early on the bond to try anything. Yet he forced his eyes close, eyebrow furrowing in a fruitless attempt to get visual. Of course he would not get anything, how long had he been mated? Two days? Give or take.
Yet, it was not all in vain because suddenly the scent became stronger, stronger than he had ever felt, making Sam’s skin sweat and hands tremble slightly.
“C’mon, c’mon…” He barely realized he was whispering under his breath. “Please.”
Then, like a divine realization his eyes cracked open, wide and conflicted, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he stared at his own reflection.
The door of the motel room opened but it didn’t seem to bother Sam, not when he took a longer staring at himself- at his marks before slowly turning his head on towards the door.
“Alphas.” His head screamed at the same time he spoke.
“Dean…?”
“Heya, Sammy… you awake.” He said sheepishly but there was real concern in his voice, eyes never leaving the omega even as he put their greasy breakfast on top of the tiny table next to the door.
“Good.” Sam thought, even if the smile trying to break through his lips was being stopped by something he wasn’t quite certain. “Good, Dean was his now. His alpha, for good.”
“How are you doing, son?” Came the second, more grave voice.
It was like a car crash where your last moments go at an incredibly low speed, that no matter how fast you were going you feel like you have all the time in the world because your life is passing like a movie behind your eyes.
Slowly his eyes left Dean, the leather smell slightly muffled by John’s alcohol scent. Sam’s eyes landed on his dad and it took everything in him to not bend over the sink when a nauseous feeling overcame him when the words left him unwilling, in a way no son should refer to their father: “Alpha?”
“So, last week… we spent… together?” Sam, in his awkward sixteen years old phase, was barely holding himself together, his shoulders seeming too weird to move in any way that resembled correctness.
“For some reason, your heat…” Dean observed as his brother blushing and cleared his throat, trying to find a more comfortable way to do this “Well, during your presentation, you ended up triggering both our ruts. And we ain’t exactly rational during it, you know it.”
Sam didn’t really care, Dean was his mate and all his instincts right at that moment were to kiss him, be in his arms and maybe go out to one of those pubs his brother would go to hookup with chicks in the past, before their relationship started, just to show his mate off… but then, his eyes slowly moved back to their dad, carefully sitting on the armchair by the window, far from the bed both of his children were currently sitting on.
“Is it… possible to uhm…” As an omega he should never even suggest it but until one week ago he was a beta for all he knew. Not to mention John wasn't any alpha. That was his father, and Sam wasn’t particularly known for being the one who obeys John.
“Undo it?” John’s voice was neutral but surgical, watching his youngest nod hesitantly, getting closer to his older brother in hopes to hide himself. “It’s not unheard of but… can cause a lot of pain, to both parts. We could try but…”
“You could die, Sam.” Dean stated, holding his brother’s, omega’s, hands and bringing them to his lap, voice strained as he gave quick glances to John. “Dad could die too. Most of those end up in painfully tragic deaths.”
“Dean…” John said with a warning tone but the conflict in his eyes betrayed his strictness.
“No. You- I can’t afford any of you dying. Not you, not Sammy. You listen to me? We are not doing anything until we have a hundred and one percent certainty that it’s gonna work. That no one is gonna die or hurt or, so help me God, permanently traumatized.”
The three of them stayed in silence, Sam biting his lower lip as he looked down at their intertwined fingers while John and Dean exchanged one long and meaningful glare, Dean partly begging, the other part challenging John to try and do otherwise.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Sam Winchester
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Kinktober Prompt: Mpreg, Mpreg, Alpha Sam Winchester, Omega Castiel (Supernatural), Teacher Sam Winchester, Student Castiel (Supernatural), First Time, Mating, Bonding, first heat, Sam is 25 Castiel is 18, Sastiel - Freeform, Knotting
Series: Part 25 of SPN Kinktober 2023
Summary:
Castiel is an Omega going into his first heat. He fervently hopes that his Literature teacher, Mr. Sam Winchester will want to become his Alpha. And that soon they will be able to grow their little family.
