Description: Dean Winchester is slated to be the next Alpha of his pack. As with all Wolves, Dean is waiting to see who his mate is at 18. But when he doesn't find her within his pack, he wonders if he will ever have a mate at all. On the brink of going feral, Dean is sent away from his pack to search for his mate. He can only return once he's found her, or he must take on a chosen mate. Y/N is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess, Selene. Hidden from the mortal realm after an attack on the moon kingdom, Y/N has heard a lonely howl for the past ten years since she turned 18. When unexpected circumstances force her to leave her current home, will she be able to find the lonely wolf and help heal him?
Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Castiel, Garth, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Henry Winchester (in flashbacks), Nick (Lucifer), OMC Luke, Jack, OMC Zack, and many more!
Word Count: 2105
Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).
This A/B/O is more werewolf centered than A/B/O-centered. I hope you all enjoy the world I have created through this fic. All characters, unless stated otherwise, are shifter-wolf. It is a world/lore that I stumbled upon and found myself wanting to write.
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The full moon was high in the sky as it shone down onto the pack gathering below. Sixteen year old Dean Winchester stood with other his age as their bodies bagan to shift. His bones began to break and rearrange as tufts of shiny grey fur began to appear. He groaned in pain as his family stood near him and encouraged him to not fight the change.
‘Just breath son,” his father, John Winchester soothed.
“Just take deep breaths and let your wolf take over, Dean.”
His mother, Mary Winchester, had instructed. He could only nod as his face began to change. His nose and jaw elongated to grow a snout and he found himself on his arms and legs as they changed into paws. It didn’t take long before he competed his shift and allowed his wolf spirit, Shadow, take control.
‘Woah,’ Dean said as his vision sharpened.
“Let us celebrate our children and the emergence of their wolves!” John’s voice roared as everyone sexteen asnd older began shifting.
The entire pack ran as one through the forest that was a part of their territory. Dean was at the lead with not just his parents but with the rest of the adults that made up his father and mother’s Alpha and Luna units. His best friend Benny Lafeitte was slated to be his Beta. Castiel Novak was to be his Gamma and the one to help calm and keep him intune with his Luna. And lastly Garth Fitzgerald III who would take on the Delta position.
The Silver Moon pack was one of the proudest and strongest packs in the area. John and Mary Winchester watched as their son rolled around in wolf form, playing with their second son, Twelve-year-old Sam.
“The pups are growing up fast,” John said as he looked at his wife.
“They are,” she sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, “do you think they’ll find good mates?”
“I think so.”
“Dean will have to start training with you as an Alpha,” Mary reminded him.
“He’ll make a great Alpha, my love,” John turned his head to kiss the top of his mate’s, “look at how he is with Sam and his friends. He will make sure our Pack stays strong.”
two years later,
Dean fixed his hair again. Today he would find his mate. When pack members turned eighteen, they would be brought together at the pack house to find their mates. Essentially it became one big party.
‘Gotta find mate,’ his wolf Shadow whined.
“We will,” Dean chuckled, “besides, who knows, it might be that we already found and sampled our mate,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
‘No mate, not yet. Can’t sense her,’ Shadow huffed.
Dean rolled his eyes before turning to the door to see Sam leaning against the frame.
“How come I can’t go!” he whined, “I mean, I know I haven’t shifted yet but why can’t I find my mate?”
“Sam,” Dean placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “you have plenty of time. Besides, it’s only four more years. What’s your rush?”
“I know, my mate,” the young teen said, shrugging his shoulders.
“You do?” Dean raised his eyebrow at his brother, “who?”
“Jessica Moore,” Sam whispered, lowering his head in embarrassment.
“Jess? Your mate is Jess? How do you know?” Dean asked.
“Swift could sense it.”
“You know you can’t know for sure until you’re 18, Sam.”
“But Dean, I’ve read in some of the books that some mates can sense they are mates before they’re 18. It’s not all that uncommon.”
“Sam,” Dean said giving his brother a warning glare. “You know the rules. You have to wait until your first shift and on the full moon of your 18th birthday to know for sure.”
“Fine,” his little brother grumbled and threw himself on the bed. “Can you feel your mate near by?”
“No,” Dean admitted. “But who knows, she might have been hiding from me. Or, it just takes me and shadow the full moon to feel them.”
Dean sighed as he watched his brother through is mirror as he continued to get ready. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His brother’s wolf had already found his mate before he was eighteen. It wasn’t fair. Here he was, the future Alpha, and his mate had not surfaced. Or at least he couldn’t sense her in the pack.
Meanwhile, his brother, barely of legal age, could already sense his mate. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. His wolf let out a whimper before Dean shook his head.
“Then, in four years, you and Jess can make sure you belong together,” Dean cleared his throat, “this is a rite of passage, Sam. So hopefully, my mate is out there, and the Goddess Selene blesses me tonight.”
With that said, Dean gave his brother’s shoulder a soft pat before making his way down the stairs of the packhouse. He could hear his mother ordering people around to prepare one of the large rooms.
“No, no,” he heard her cry in frustration.
“The food needs to be placed in the next room. The main room is for dancing and mingling.”
“Mom,” Dean made his presence known, “don’t you think this is a bit… much?”
“Nonsense,” she dismissed him, “not every day your eldest is of age to find his mate. Besides, you know I do anything for you boys.”
“You really think I’m gonna find my mate tonight?” Dean huffed.
“Why not? I saw you and Cassie were together three summers ago,” she pointed out as she continued to direct older pack members around the house to help set up.
“But that doesn’t mean she’s my mate,” Dean shrugged, “how did you know dad was yours?”
Mary blushed and turned to her son, “I just knew. And so did your father. Our wolves just felt this connection given to us by the Goddess.”
“What if my mate isn’t here?” Dean asked, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his shirt.
“Then she will find her way to you,” Mary placed her hands on either side of her son’s face, lifting his gaze to hers. “You will find your mate Dean. You just have to trust that the Goddess has a plan.”
Dean nodded before taking her hands in his and giving his mother a kiss on her cheek. Turning away from the planning, he noticed Sam near their father’s study, his brother giving off a low growl.
“What’s wrong, Sammy?” Dean whispered.
“Dad’s got the council in there. I heard something about rogues near our border.”
“What?”
Dean stepped closer to the door, his senses tingling as he tried his best to use his wolf hearing. Much of what was being said was muffled, but he could make out a few words. He and many of his friends are mainly undergoing extra training in the next few weeks.
“Do you think it’s Lucifer?” John sighed.
“Is that what Nicks's runt is calling himself,” a voice called out, “Idjit.”
Dean recognized the voice as Bobby Singer, one of the pack’s elders. Bobby had come to join their pack around the time his father, John, was just a young pup. He remembered his dad talking about Bobby being one of the best warrior trainers he had ever seen. Dean heard stories of Bobby having a son once, but the elder never liked to talk about it.
“The rogues seem to be from Nick’s pack, and Luke seems to be leading the charge,” John sighed, “but all we can do is double that guard. Whatever he’s doing, we will need to find out.”
“We need to beef up training, John,” Bobby sighed. “I’m too old for this.”
John chuckled, “my dad trusted you, and our warriors are strong because of you. Benny is set to take over for Hypolite.”
John’s heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door. Dean could tell his father was worried. He only paced in his office when he needed to think of a solution to a problem.
Dean and Sam continued to try and eavesdrop on the conversation when the door cracked open.
“You know,” their father’s voice started them, “if you wanted to know what was going on, Dean, all you had to do was knock.”
Dean stood up and gave his father a sheepish smile.
“Well--”
“Samuel,” John huffed, “you know better than to sneak around. If I wanted you to know, you would know.”
“But dad! How come Dean gets to go to all the Alpha meetings? I’m an Alpha too!”
John placed a gentle hand on his youngest son’s shoulder, “Dean is going to be Pack Alpha one day. He is of age. He’s been training for this just as you have. Right now, I need you to be a kid and enjoy not having to worry about his”
“No fair. I can fight and be helpful!” Sam growled.
“I know you can, pup,” John ruffled his youngest son’s hair. “I promise when the time comes, you can help.
Sam frowned and stomped his way up the spiral staircase to his room, grumbling along the way.
“He’s trying to grow up too fast,” John sighed.
“He’ll get over it once he gets back into training mode,” Dean assured his father, “is it serious? The rogues on our borders?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” John dismissed, “tonight you find your mate.”
“Yeah,” Dean sighed as his father walked away, “if she’s even here.”
The guests arrived with Dean hanging out with his friends, Benny Lafitte, Castiel Novak, and Garth Fitzgerald III.
“Excuze me, Boyz,” Benny said as he pulled away from his friends, “seem’z Red and I have zeroed in on our mate.”
“Already?” Castiel huffed, “how the --”
Dean watched as Cas stopped talking and turned towards the front door.
“I, um… I gotta--”
Garth and Dean watched as Benny and Cas walked toward their mates. The couples seem to fall into easy conversation.
“Don’t worry, Deano,” Garth gave the Alpha a slap on his back, almost making him choke on his drink, “I’m sure the next girl to walk in will be your--”
Dean covered his face with his hands as Garth clumsily tripped over his feet at the next female that walked in. Garth had stumbled into not just the table the boys were standing by, but the following tables lined up with the front door.
“Sorry, my bad!” Garth called out as he stumbled his way toward the female.
As the night went on, Dean watched as his friends and peers paired off with their mates. It hurt that his own mate hadn’t shown herself yet. By the end, Dean was left alone, his head hung low as he walked towards the balcony overlooking the valley.
The moon shone so brightly that its rays illuminated every corner of the pack's territory. Dean finished off the last of his drink before turning his gaze to the moon. Shadow could feel Dean’s pain. After all, he and Dean were one and the same. Their pain resonated so profoundly that Dean let Shadow take over as a mournful howl echoed through the sky.
‘Goddess hear my plea,’ it seemed to say, ‘let my mate find me soon.’
Little did Dean and Shadow know that in the realm of the Moon Goddess, the goddess herself had heard his cry.
“Dean Winchester,” she said, her voice a whisper as the howl echoed in the halls of her palace. “When the time comes, your mate will find you,” she said to the wind. “Strong heir of the Silver Moon Pack, your trials are just beginning. My Conor’s sacrifice to keep our daughter safe will not be in vain. I hope you can be patient.”
She walked to her room, away from the enormous mirror in her chambers, where the reflection of Dean sank.
This was to ensure the safety of her daughter, Y/N. The wolf, who claimed the name Lucifer, was no match for Conor's valiant efforts. The death of Selene's mate was ultimately felt by her. Her first concern was ensuring the safety of Y/N. Meeting Dean was still too soon for her. The young Alpha had to face his own struggles as her daughter trained.
A second reflecting pool was entered by the moon goddess's palm. With her light, she extended her hand into a room that was otherwise dark.
Whispering to her daughter, "My little Y/N," she delicately gathered the stray hairs and placed them behind her ear. "For as long as it takes, I will shield you from harm. I can only pray that the web of destiny does not end in sorrow."
Chapter 1
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Biker Dean! x Reader. where he tries to grab her attention but she ignores his advances until he rescues her from an asshole. super smut ensues with him finding out she's extremely kinky?
The Night We Met
Words: 2252.
Warnings: attempted sexual assault, violence, anal play, daddy kink, fluff.
A/N: Requested by the amazing @flamencodiva - I’m so sorry this has taken me as long as it has to complete, I really hope you enjoy. This is also my entry to @thatfanficstuff‘s “Brand New U” challenge - I had Biker AU as my prompt. Thank you for letting me take part. Also, Dean might not be as “biker” as I’d hoped but hey, just roll with it. Written entirely from Dean’s POV. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio.
The moment she steps into the bar, I’m transfixed. I can’t tear my gaze away as she saunters to the bar through the throng of people crowded into the tiny room and props herself against the pine counter, stained and dented from years of spilt drinks and bar fights.
I watch while she orders a drink - from what I overhear, it’s a double whiskey and coke - I keep my eyes on her as she fiddles with a strand of hair curled around her index finger while she waits. She’s truly stunning. Like no woman I’ve ever seen walk through the bar’s doors before.
She doesn’t look like she belongs here but the way she carries herself with her shoulders pushed back and the swagger in that rounded ass of hers tells me she doesn’t care.
I take a shallow sip of my own whiskey - neat, I don’t pollute the nectar of the gods with something as paltry as coke - and lick my lips savouring the taste. Usually I take my time over alcohol but I find myself downing the rest, the amber liquid burning the back of my throat as I stand and make my way to her corner of the bar.
She’s slowly nursing the glass as I approach. Fuck, she’s even more gorgeous up close.
“Hey, I’ve not seen you round here before.” I open with as I signal Benny behind the bar to pour me another. Smooth dude, real smooth.
“And you won’t again sweetheart.” She doesn’t even turn her head. “I’m just passing through.”
“With a boyfriend or—?”
“Nice try,” she smiles, sipping her drink and I can feel my pants get a little tighter imaging her plush lips wrapped around me. “Left my cheating ass of a husband in Texas.”
Really? Someone would cheat on her?
Benny places my glass down on the bar and I swipe it up between my thumb and index, watching her over the rim as I swallow down a mouthful.
“What kinda man would cheat on a woman like you?” I step closer, her light flowery perfume wafting under my nose. It’s intoxicating. She laughs softly making my cock stiffen as the soothing song of her giggle vibrates down my spine.
Finally she turns to face me and fuck if I’m not ready to cum in my pants. “Nice meeting ya, sugar.” She steps away, retreating to a table at the back of the dingy room that’s almost completely shrouded in darkness. I debate as to whether I should follow her but I can already see our VP Ketch swaggering his way over to try his luck.
He skulks back to the pool table minutes later, tail between his legs.
Well, at least it’s not just me.
-
I try my damnedest to make conversation with her again the next time she makes it to the bar but she cuts me off before I even open my mouth to speak.
“Look pretty boy, you and your crew are nice and all, making me feel right at home but it ain’t gonna happen,” she mutters downing the shot she just ordered. “I’m just here to drown my sorrows and then pass out in that crappy motel across the street. Alone.”
She says it so matter of fact that I know I’ve outstayed my welcome and I’m sure as hell not gonna push a woman into something she’s made abundantly clear is not on the cards.
“Yes Ma’am,” I counter, picking up my glass from the bar to leave her be.
-
It’s late when she eventually moves from her spot, a slight swing to her gait as she steps through the growing party that has slowly crowded up the bar. I spent the night keeping an eye on her, ready to step in and have a word any other men who dared to try their luck with her but I needn’t have worried - she was more than capable of telling them where to shove it without me needing to intervene.
I watch as she reaches the door with the intention of following to make sure she gets to the motel safely but some dumbass jock who’s taken far too many ‘roids attempts his hand. Who the fuck let this asshole and his friends in here?
He grabs her by the arm, pulling her in close. “Hey darlin’, where you off to in a sweet hurry? Stay here, party with me!”
“No thanks,” I hear her reply politely.
“C’mon, we could have a lot of fun.” From the whites of his knuckles, I can see his grip around her arm tightening.
“If it’s alright with you, I’d rather just have fun on my own.” Her smile is kind but I can tell it’s forced by the way her teeth grit behind her lips.
“Oh don’t be like that baby,” he soothes, leaning forward attempting to kiss her. “I’ll make you feel so good.”
I’m about to step in as he crudely reaches to cup her between the legs but she manages to get her free hand between them and pushes him away as much as her strength will allow. He starts to grab for her again but I’m too quick, sliding between them before he has a chance to touch her again.
“The lady said no asshole,” I say abruptly as the music stops, the whole bar descending into complete silence. “Now take your friends and get the fuck out before me and my guys here throw you out.”
I hear chairs scraping behind me, knowing full well Ketch and the rest of the club have stood ready to fight this douchebag without hesitation. The jock’s eyes widen in fear, suddenly terrified and he backs off, hands up in surrender before bursting into a fit of laughter.
“Me and my guys,” he mocks me before turning to his friends. “Hey guys, check out this jerk!”
He turns back and one of his more intelligent friends shouts to him. “Brett dude, leave it alone, let’s just go.”
‘Brett’ eyes me up and down with a smug smirk, taking a swig of his beer. Light beer too. He doesn’t even look 21. “So, she your bitch or somethin’?”
“I suggest you listen to your friends Brett. Before you end up leavin’ here on a fuckin’ stretcher.”
“You hear this guys! This old man’s threatenin’ me, tryin’ to intimidate me!” He shouts over his shoulder but his eyes are still on me. “Well it ain’t gonna work pal,” his voice is low this time. “Now move outta my way so I can claim what’s mine.”
I laugh. “You think you can claim her?”
“Well if she’s not yours then she’s fair game right?” His eyes flicker over my shoulder to stare at her with a sneer. “Mm, I bet her pussy tastes like candy.”
My fist collides with his jaw sharply, and as he wobbles I throw another bone crunching under the weight of my right hook. He yelps in pain and stumbles backwards before falling to the floor. Blood gushes from his nose like a faucet and his lip is split and torn. His friends huddle round him, whispering muted questions of concern as a burlier one pulls him to his feet.
“Talk ‘bout her like that again and I’ll cut your fuckin’ balls off,” I chide, staring at Brett. I can feel her touching my back through my kutte and the other is on my arm holding me back, her fingertips grazing my bicep and my stomach flips. I glance at one of his friends, a small weasel of a kid and wonder momentarily how he’s hanging out with a group of what I can only assume must be quarterbacks and aim my next words at him. “Think it’s time you took your friend and left fellas.”
They heed my warning without argument or protest and when they’re gone, she throws her arms around my neck.
“Thank you.” And then she presses a kiss to my lips.
-
She practically shoves me through the door of her motel room, her lips hungrily devouring mine. I groan against her as her hands find their way into my pants, fingers delicately wrapping around my already half-hard cock.
We move in sync towards the bed, my fingers dancing under the skirt of her dress, smoothing over her velvety skin. I move with trepidation, almost waiting for her to make every first move in case she changes her mind. I wouldn’t blame her if she did but she pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, smothering me in kisses. Along my jaw, down my neck, over my collarbone.
I’m so fucking hard beneath her that my dick actually aches and as she works me free of my pants, I let out a huge sigh disguised as a moan.
“We… we don’t have’ta do this y’know,” I say thickly between kisses. I expect her to recoil but she merely giggles into my ear.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” She doesn’t let up, her perfect fingers nimbly sliding up and down my shaft and my hips buck against her. “To have me like this?”
“Well… yeah but—“ She cuts me off with a deep kiss. “I don’t even know your name.” I add breathlessly as she pulls back.
“I don’t know yours,” she nuzzles into my neck, licking a trail over my pulse point. “Doesn’t matter.” She lets go of my cock and finds my hands at her waist, bringing them towards her pussy. “Just fuck me.”
-
She’s so warm and wet around my cock. Her cunt pulses every time I drive her further into the mattress and a little mewl follows which just makes me fuck her even harder.
She’s a feisty thing. Knows what she wants. And even though I think I’m the one in control, she’s doing a lot of the demanding. I don’t even care at this point, I’m just enjoying watching her sprawled out beneath me, legs spread wide as I hold her by the ankles. Her hair’s fanned out on the pillow beneath her, her lips just barely parted and her eyelids flutter every few seconds or so and when I feel myself nudge her cervix, she lets out a whimper that’s like music to my fucking ears.
“Want you… behind.” She gasps and I do as she asks happily. I slip from her perfect pussy and flip her over onto her knees before sliding back home.
Propping herself up on one hand, she uses the other splayed across her butt to spread herself and I get a good eyeful of her puckered little asshole, watching it contract every time I snap my hips. Leaning forward I slip my thumb into her mouth and she sucks it deep for a few seconds, mimicking the way she’s already gagged around my cock. I pull it free and bring it back to her tight ring of muscle and push against it until it pops. She cries out in pleasure, flashing me a satisfied smile as I fuck her asshole with my thumb while pounding her mercilessly from behind.
The angle is better this way. She feels tighter, wetter and I damn near spunk all over her fucking ass when she ruts back onto my cock like a demon. Slipping my thumb free, I pull her up by her elbows and curl them around her waist as her back meets my chest. I cup her breasts as she turns her head to the side and I meet her halfway for a sweaty kiss, the taste of my cock still heavy on her tongue.
“Shit, oh fuck yes, right there Daddy,” she pants heavily. Daddy? My thrusts slow and she begins to giggle. “Oops.”
“Daddy huh?” I whisper in her ear with a smile and I decide to play along. “You like it when Daddy fucks you like this?” I snap my hips hard to prove my point.
“Mmgh yes, please, I love it.”
“So deep inside your little cunt aren’t I baby?”
“Oh shit, so fuckin’ deep,” she keens. “Ruin me Daddy, fuck my cunt ‘til I can’t walk…”
Shit. She’s a damn goddess.
I don’t need telling twice. I free her, push her back onto the bed and lean over her, shoving her head into the mattress.
“You might wanna bite down on something sweetheart,” I tease, my teeth grazing her neck. “Gonna fuck this pussy so hard, you’ll feel me inside you for weeks.”
With her ass in the air, I pound her until she’s a screaming mess, coming thickly all over my cock. It doesn’t take me long to reach my high, grunting expletives as I shoot my load so deep inside her I think I’ve painted her womb white. My hips stutter to a stop and eventually pull out with a loud sigh, my seed dribbling out of her cunt as I collapse on the bed next to her.
She lets her knees drop from under her, slowly sinking into the mattress and a satisfied hum leaves her lips.
“That was… wow,” she says breathlessly.
“Uh huh,” I reply. I turn my head to gaze at her as she does the same in return. She’s even more incredible to look at now she’s just been fucked - eyes lust-blown, hair tousled, lips swollen and her cheeks practically glow.
“I’m Y/N by the way.”
“I thought you said it didn’t matter.”
“Hm, things change.” Her grin is wide and genuine.
Dean x Reader “How – how did you find me?” maybe they were broken up or she left him because of a deal she made to save his life? the prompt has endless possibilities!
Ohhh the possibilities!! My wheels are already turning!! :D *Rubs hands together* this oughta be good!!
