Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, hunter reader, reader’s father, reader’s brothers Shawn, Mark, Daniel
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Summary: The reader doesn’t keep a promise to her Father to give up hunting after his death, and a witch uses it against her.
“Where the hell are we?” Dean asked as the Impala crept at a snail’s pace along a rutted dirt road. The trees grew in a dark canopy around the road and with the late day sun, didn’t let in much light.
Sam looked up from his cell. “I don’t know. My phone just died.”
“I thought you charged it before we left?”
“I did! Try yours.” Sam demanded tersely.
Dean pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at it, “Dead. What the hell?” The car began to shake, and the exhaust sputtered a few times as the engine died and the car came to an abrupt stop.
When Dean tried to restart the car, nothing happened. It was completely dead. They both got out and Sam messed with his phone while Dean popped the hood and looked inside.
After a bit, he slammed it shut with a muffled curse. “I don’t like this, Sammy.”
“Me neither. We’re sitting ducks out here.” Sam agreed. “What’s the plan?”
Before his brother could respond, several low howls echoed through the quiet woods, answered by deep, guttural snarls. Both Winchesters instantly snapped into motion. Sam opened the trunk and grabbed a gun and several kinds of bullets. He also took the backpack that he kept packed for emergencies.
The sounds were getting closer.
“We need to move, now!” Dean said quickly, jerking his head to the left. Sam nodded silently, and they took off into the woods to search for shelter.
Wherever they were, this forest was old. The trees were enormous, their gnarled branches reaching high into the sky like skeletal arms. There didn’t seem to be anything for miles.
“Maybe we can find a hunting cabin or something to crash in for the night,” Sam suggested, stepping over a decaying log, his eyes scanning the area.
“What do you think made those sounds?” Dean asked, jerking his gun to the side quickly when a deer crashed through the brush and bolted past them without stopping.
“Nothing good,” Sam said grimly. “If we can find a highway, maybe we can flag someone down.”
The woods opened up to a clearing with a creek that ran along the far end. The sun had almost set, and not much light remained. Sam walked back towards the creek and looked down into the murky water. “Let’s follow the creek and see where it leads,” Sam suggested.
Dean started to say something, but then the snarling and howling echoed from the woods, seeming to come from everywhere at once.
The Winchesters saw several large shapes break through the tree line, advancing towards them rapidly. They looked like werewolves, but they were larger than normal, easy towering over Sam, their glowing red eyes fixed on the brothers. There were four of them, and they moved in a coordinated unit, quickly penning them in.
“Now!” Dean yelled, and they both began firing, expecting their silver bullets to stop them. It barely slowed them down. One of the larger ones charged Dean, tackling him and knocking him to the ground. They began to roll end over end as Dean fought to dislodge the enormous creature.
“Dean!” Sam yelled, moving towards his brother to try and help him before his legs were knocked out from under him, and he fell to the ground. He felt a pair of clawed hands close around his arms, and drag him to his feet.
The other one had subdued Dean and was dragging him over, with Dean fighting every step of the way. “It’s not safe here. Let’s take our prizes home. We can kill them there, then we will feast,” The leader said, in a deep guttural voice.
“You can talk?” Sam said in surprise. That was new. The wolves began to pull Sam and Dean through the clearing towards the woods when what sounded like the roar of a lion erupted through the trees and everyone froze.
“It’s her.” One of the wolves whispered a note of fear in his voice. The ground shook slightly and in the space of a heartbeat, the Winchesters and the wolves were thrown to the ground like bowling pins. The wind had been knocked out of him, but Sam got to his feet quickly, as did Dean.
The leader of the wolves was fighting with a creature unlike any Sam had ever seen. He ran to his brother. “What IS that?” Dean demanded.
Sam shook his head. “I don’t know, but I think we should go while we have the chance.”
They took off running with the wolves in pursuit. One of the wolves tackled Dean, it’s sharp claws raking his side and he screamed in pain. As Dean struggled to get free, he tripped over a half-buried tree branch, sending him tumbling into the swirling water of the creek with a splash.
“Dean!” Sam bellowed before he was clocked on the head with a large rock and everything went black.
When Sam woke he was in a bed that was too small for him in a room he didn’t recognize. He had one hell of a headache. When he touched his head, he felt the goose-egg on the back and probed it gently. He sat up gingerly, waiting for the room to stop spinning, and the nausea to pass. Where was he?
Swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed, he stood up, and when he was certain he wasn’t going to pass out or vomit he tried the door. He was expecting it to be locked, but the handle turned easily. He wandered from room to room. “Hello? Is anyone here?” He called. There was no answer.
There was a library filled with many books, and in the kitchen, there was a pot of warm stew and some freshly baked bread. The table was set for one, so he ate until he was full, and drank fresh cold water from the pitcher on the table. But he was all alone.
Whew, I’m a bit late, but I finally finished my fic for the first day of @promptisfanweek! The prompt was realization--the moment they knew it was love.
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It takes less than two days for Prompto to realize that coming on this trip was a mistake.
It’s one thing to have a crush on your best friend. It’s another thing to have an absolutely impossible crush on your best friend who, in addition to being royalty and literally 3000 miles out of your league, also happens to be engaged to someone who’s intelligent and pretty and also royalty (and kinda accidentally responsible for your crush in the first place.)
And as far as the shit Prompto has to put up with, this is like, not even close to being the worst of it. A little unrequited crushing isn’t all that bad, compared to the constant threat of invasion or passing the Crownsguard physical exams or the fact that he hasn’t seen either of his parents in two months and—really, it’s such a tiny thing. It was easy to lose in the rhythm of daily life, like a lone sock in the back of the dryer, or a spare key that he didn’t even really need. It barely even hurt anymore.
But now. Now they’re on this trip together, this big bachelor party roadtrip bash, and Prompto’s never been so happy or so miserable.
Now Prompto knows what it’s like to fall asleep with Noctis next to him—not across the room in a sleeping bag, but right next to him in the same motel bed. Now Prompto knows how Noct brushes his teeth, and how he puts on his socks in the morning, and the brand of his hair gel, and the smell of his soap. Prompto thought he knew everything about Noct, but he was so, so wrong. These things—these little specks of daily life that don’t make any difference to Noctis—suddenly, they mean the world to Prompto.
They’re always together. Every second of the day. No Ignis pulling up in a sleek black car to whisk Noct away to some council meeting or other, no part-time jobs or school schedules to coordinate—there’s nothing to come between them except their destination, and that’s weeks away. For weeks Prompto’s going to be so close to Noct that there’s nothing but self-control stopping him from wrapping his arms around those bony shoulders and telling Noct all the things he knows he should never say.
When they finally fix the car, Prompto sits up front with Iggy so he doesn’t have to watch Noct’s eyes light up when he talks. He kills time playing with the radio, making jokes he can’t remember, trying to distract himself with thoughts of other crushes so he doesn’t have to think about how Noct is different, has always been different.
It’s driving him crazy. These stupid feelings he should’ve grown out of when he was fourteen, sixteen, graduating highschool—if anything, age has made them stronger. They’ve matured, deepened. His heart doesn’t race when he meets Noct’s eye, but his chest aches like someone’s dug into him with a spoon. He’s hollowed-out and overflowing. He takes a picture of Noctis on the docks of Galdin Quay and almost cries when he sees how perfectly he captured the moment.
He takes more pictures. The light on the sea. Bare feet on the sand. Noct fishing off the pier. He doesn’t ever want to forget today. Not a single second of it.
The night after Insomnia falls is rainy and humid. Prompto lies on his back, in the dark, staring up at the caravan ceiling. He’s too tired to sleep.
He rubs his eyes. The day’s events are on replay in his mind, but no matter how many times he sorts through them, he still can’t make them make sense. The city—his house—his parents—everything he’s ever known—how can it all be gone?
“Prompto?”
Prompto catches his breath. He’d thought Noctis was long asleep by now, but no—there he is, framed against the caravan window in the lights from Hammerhead.
“Oh, hey.” Prompto sits up on his elbows, seeking out Noct’s face in the dark. “What’s up?”
Noct shrugs halfway—crunches up his shoulders but doesn’t let them down again. “Can’t sleep,” he mutters.
Prompto sighs. He doesn’t mean to, but he’s not sure he could help it if he tried. He runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, me neither,” he admits.
He kind of expects that to be that—for Noct to lay back down and leave Prompto to his thoughts. Instead, there’s a long, slow moment where Noctis looks at him and Prompto looks back, and neither of them say a word. Rain drums on the roof of the caravan, and after the day they’ve had maybe it should sound like distant artillery, but honestly, it just sounds like rain.
Noct’s hand twitches against the comforter. It’s a strange, involuntary movement, like a little kid making grabby hands at something out of reach. It draws Prompto’s attention.
“Prompto.” He wrenches his eyes away, up to meet Noct’s again. It’s impossible to tell in the dark, but he thinks Noct might be blushing. “C-can I just…?”
Prompto’s nodding before he can think about it, before he knows what he’s agreeing to—because, really, since when has he ever said no to Noct?
And, true to the trust Prompto has in him, Noct doesn’t ask for more than Prompto’s willing to give.
He rolls over, slipping into Prompto’s side of the mattress. Prompto doesn’t even have time to gasp in surprise before Noct’s throwing his arms around Prompto’s waist and burying his face in Prompto’s chest, his cheek pressed right over the panicked beating of Prompto’s heart.
“N-Noct?” Prompto chokes.
Noct shakes his head—or maybe just shakes, it’s hard to tell. He’s wound so tight. His arms squeeze Prompto so hard he can barely breathe.
“Thank you,” Noct says, hard, like the words are clawing up his throat on the way out. “For—for joining the Guard. And coming with me.”
It takes Prompto a minute to realize what he means—what he really means.
Thank you for not staying behind in the city. Thank you for not dying when my father did.
He’s not really thanking Prompto—maybe he’s talking to the Astrals, or just letting out the fear and relief in his heart. But Prompto feels touched, all the same. Like it was his foresight or his dedication to Noctis that kept him from dying when he was supposed to, instead of pure dumb luck.
But then, Prompto only exists at all because of luck. He was lucky enough to get out of Niflheim, lucky enough to get away from the war and behind Insomnia’s Wall where it was safe, lucky enough to go to a nice school in the central district that a certain someone decided was reputable enough even for the child of a king.
Prompto’s gotta be the luckiest man alive.
He puts a hand in Noct’s hair. Hesitantly at first, and then firmly, when Noct doesn’t let go or flinch away.
“Hey, it’s cool,” he says, softly. “Honestly, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
There really isn’t. It doesn’t matter if this is temporary. If they die tomorrow, or next week, or eighty years from now surrounded by grandchildren—it doesn’t even matter if Noct really does marry Luna someday. What matters is that they have each other, here and now.
Here and now, in a lumpy worn-out mattress, with rain breaking the silence over their heads. Here and now, a warmth blossoming, spilling out from Prompto’s chest like a radiant light, so hot that it aches.
It should be a small thing. A silly, stupid little thing, that doesn’t have any place in a world of death and grief. But somehow it’s sweeter, realer, deeper than anything Prompto’s ever felt before. Somehow, when he wasn’t looking, that stupid little crush evolved. Leveled up. And now it’s love.
He’s in love with his best friend.
Maybe in the morning it’ll feel impossible. The weight of it might come to feel like a burden when he has to carry the knowledge around in his heart. But now, it feels more like a weight’s been lifted. Like he’s remembered something he never should have forgotten.
He’d already decided years ago, before he even joined the Crownsguard, that he would follow Noct anywhere. Out of the frying pan, into the fire, anywhere, everywhere, it doesn’t matter. And not out of duty, or loyalty, or some sense of obligation—simply because he can. Because he wants to. Because he loves him.
And Noct—maybe Noct doesn’t love him back in exactly the same way. Or maybe he does—but that’s a question for another time. Right now, it’s enough to know that Noct wants him here.
Noct’s arms are heavy and warm. His breaths are slow and even, soft on the edge of sleep. Prompto lets the sound drown out the thoughts in his head. He lets Noct pull him onward, out of the caravan and into a dream. Still together. Ever at his side.
This fills in my “Coffee House AU” Square for @spnabobingo
Characters: Alpha! Lawyer Sam Winchester, Omega! Barista/Student Reader
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The line was already out the door and it was only 7:30. The espresso machine was on the fritz again and Judy was late and you couldn’t seem to make the drinks fast enough to suit anybody.
“Cappuccino with soy milk for Terry?” You called out wearily. Everything was starting to catch up to you. Going to school and working so many hours were starting to take its toll. You felt like you were barely hanging on.
You were about to start your final semester of law school and had recently found out that your financial aid had been cut substantially. The only way you could pay your tuition was to work as many hours as they would give you.
“Hey Y/N, that hot Alpha is in line,” Meghan whispered through the side of her mouth.
You looked up and there he was. Tall, lean, dressed in a navy blue suit that stretched over his broad chest. Damn, he was attractive. You felt your face start to flush. And he smelled so good. Just one whiff of him never failed to get you wet. This man was sex on a stick. And all you knew was his first name. SAM.
He always ordered the same thing, so you automatically got his order ready. By the time he got to the counter you had his order, a sesame bagel, and a large black coffee.
His eyes burned as they met yours. “Morning, beautiful.” He said in that deep voice that sent chills up your spine. You noticed Sam take a deep breath, and clench his fists, and you wondered if your scent affected him as well.
“Hi, Sam. That will be $5.50.” You told him, flashing him a brilliant smile. Your heat was due soon, and the sudden throbbing in your core was reminding you of that. You were the only Omega who worked here, so you took suppressants as a precaution. You didn’t want trouble with any Alpha customers who might come in here.
When Sam handed you his money, his hand brushed yours, and you jumped at the contact, your eyes flying to his. You almost moaned out loud. What was it about this guy? You placed his change on the counter, carefully avoiding touching him again.
“Have a nice day,.” You said, still rattled, and he winked at you before walking away.
“Oh man, he is so into you,” Meghan whispered, fanning herself.
“He’s just being nice.” You told her, trying to convince yourself.
“Well, he can be nice to me like that anytime. DAMN!” She replied.
You were continuously busy until 10:30 when you hurriedly removed your apron. “I gotta run, Meg! My first class of the semester is today. This is officially the beginning of the end!”
You were really excited about this class, Ethics of Law. You had heard the professor, Dr. Wentworth, was amazing. When you arrived at class, you were surprised to see Dean Jamison there.
“Hello, class. I’m afraid I have some bad news. Dr. Wentworth suffered a heart attack last week. She is expected to make a full recovery, but she will be out for the term. Your professor for the semester will be a lawyer from the firm of Singer, Novak, and Davies, Sam Winchester, Esquire.”
The door opened, and in walked your hot Alpha from the coffee shop. Of course. SAM. He thanked Dean Jamison, and his eyes moved around the class and when they landed on you they widened and he grinned, showing off his dimples. He was your new professor. You were completely screwed.
*This fic fills the “Library AU” Box on my @spnabobingo card
Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester, Omega Reader
Working in the library was a dream come true for me. I had never been able to resist the siren song of a book from the time I was a little girl. The library was small and old and wonderful. It had only one computer and a playhouse in the children’s section that was held together by duct tape and prayer, but it was home.
When I was a kid and money was tight, Mom would bring me here and I would leave with a stack of books higher than me and suddenly I was smart and fabulous and not poor. Now I was the librarian. It was a bit of a challenge being an Omega and working with the public. But I took my suppressants and wore scent blockers, and I’d never had any problems with Alphas bothering me.
Today had been insane. School started in two days, and it seemed every kid in town had been in. Thank God today was Wednesday, and the library closed at 5. I glanced longingly at my ice cold cup of coffee from this morning and headed to my tiny office, where my cell was ringing.
It was my Mom. I let it go to voicemail with a sigh of annoyance. I just didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now. She meant well, but I just couldn’t bear to hear how Susie Markham was on her third pup and April Dillinger was getting married. Yes, I should have been mated by now, but maybe that just wasn’t in the cards for me.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Klein. We only have three copies of “Great Expectations” and they are all out. It’s required reading for 11th grade English. It’s been out most of the summer.” I was doing my best not to lose my temper, but seriously? Maybe her precious Jonathan shouldn’t have waited until the end of the summer to read it?
Mrs. Klein and her son stomped out of the library and it was empty for the first time today. I finally got to start shelving the three carts of books that had been waiting for me all day.
I grabbed the first cart and headed off into the shelves. I heard the bell over the door jingle, so I knew someone had entered. I looked at the clock. Four-thirty. This day had been so utterly craptastic that I planned to hit McDonald’s on my way home and treat myself to a Quarter Pounder. Yeah, THAT bad.
I froze as the most delectable scent of Alpha wafted through the shelves. It was like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was a combination of leather, warm puppies, and something spicy I couldn’t identify, but it was making my mouth water. I immediately stopped what I was doing. I had to see who smelled so good.
I headed toward the front where the copiers were, but I started to feel strange. As the tantalizing scent washed over me, I began to sweat, and I started to feel like I was going into heat, which was impossible because my heat wasn’t due for weeks. I turned the corner and stopped in my tracks when I saw him.
The man standing over the copier was huge, way over six feet. He cursed under his breath as the ancient machine jammed, as it frequently did. It was him. He was the Alpha that smelled so good. Before he saw me, his nostrils twitched, and he took a deep breath and whirled around.
“Can I…..can I help you?” I managed to say.
“I think I broke your copier.” He grinned sheepishly.
“It’s old. It jams at least 10 times a day. Let me have a look.” I said, walking over. My arm brushed his, and the contact took my breath away. I looked into his eyes, he looked as shell-shocked as I felt. “Who ARE you?” I said rudely.
“I’m Sam Winchester. I’m the new third-grade teacher at the elementary school. And you are?”
I just stared at him. He was entirely too good looking to be an elementary school teacher. The divorced moms were gonna be tripping over each other when they got a load of this guy.
“I’m Y/F/N, Y/L/N. I’m the librarian here. It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to town. You smell amazing, Sam.” I clapped my hand over my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. What the hell was wrong with me?
He grinned at me, showing off his dimples. “It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.”
“I almost wish I was gonna be there on the first day of school when the mommas get an eyeful of you. It’s gonna be a sight to see.” I finished unjamming the copier with practiced expertise. “Well Sam, it’s five, and the library is officially closed, so you’re gonna have to go,” I said regretfully.
He shrugged. “I’m done anyway.”
“Meeting you has been a nice way to end a truly awful day, Sam,” I admitted.
“Let me make it even better. Have dinner with me.” He asked, turning on the charm.
“Now how do you know I don’t have a mate waiting for me at home?” I asked cheekily.
His fingers closed around my wrist, pulling me to him. “I know you don't because your mine. I knew it the second I walked in here.”
I felt a sudden deep feeling of need for him hearing him say that I was his with such certainty, but I knew down to my bones that he was right. I don’t know how I knew, I just did. “Dinner sounds nice.”
So here it is, my FIRST A/B/O series featuring Alpha! Dean/ Omega! Reader (not Destiel). I am still a Samgirl to the very core of my being, but I thought it would be fun to try something different for a change.
You meet Dean Winchester in a bar when he attempts to come to your rescue after a drunk Alpha tries to take advantage of you. He quickly realizes you’re not what he expected. You’re a very independent Omega who is used to speaking her mind. He’s all Alpha, but there is just something about you, an attraction that makes him want to know more…….
Part 1 (All parts are linked)
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Text messages are in bold.
“God yes,” I groaned. “Can we go now?” I said as Dean kissed my neck.
His mouth was so warm, and his scent surrounded me, making it hard for me to think. All I knew was I wanted Dean more than I had ever wanted any man in my life, and I was about to jump his bones in plain sight on the steps of his brother’s place,
“Let’s just say bye to everyone and we can leave. Watching you put Lisa in her place was a real turn-on. You are one badass Omega, Y/N.” Dean said in a low voice.
“No offense, but Lisa is a total bimbo. What were you thinking?” I had to ask.
He had the good grace to blush a little. “She was easy to please and I didn’t have to work very hard.”
I stared in his eyes. “Are you sure you're ready for me, Dean? I’m complicated, and if you want me, you're gonna have to work for me.”
Dean’s eyes burned with heat, and he jumped off the steps so fast I almost fell out of his lap. He grabbed my hand and practically dragged my through the backyard, stopping in front of Sam and Jess.
When I hugged Jess goodbye, she whispered a “thank you.” in my ear.
“For what?” I whispered back.
“It’s about time Dean had someone on his side.” She told me, smiling.
We said the fastest goodbyes in history, and as he pulled me to the Impala, he grinned at me.“For the record, I’ve been ready since I saw you in the bar, Y/N.’
We made it to Dean’s apartment in record time. It was very neat and clean, and so saturated with his scent I never wanted to leave.
“Have a seat.” He told me as he grabbed two beers from the fridge. He handed me one and sat down, opening his and taking a long sip. “I’m just waiting for Jimmy to barge in with his bat and bash me in the head.” He said, rolling his eyes towards the door.
“I promise I’ll be worth the beating,” I said with a flirtatious grin. Dean set his beer down on the end table and with a groan slid into the seat next to me. He pushed me back on the couch and his mouth connected with mine, setting my heartbeat into overdrive.
He leaned into me, those plush lips of his giving me searing, open-mouthed kisses that tasted like heaven. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding into him shamelessly.
“God Y/N...You smell so fucking amazing. Makes my mouth water. I bet you taste amazing too.” He murmured against my mouth.
I was so lost in the sensations Dean was arousing I couldn’t even think of a good comeback for once, just moaning with pleasure as he licked a particularly sensitive spot on my neck.
He was smooth, I gotta say. He had my pants unbuttoned and unzipped before I even really noticed. He slid his hand inside, and when he felt how wet I was he cursed. “Fuck, Y/N, I’ve dreamed about having you like this.”
I shuddered at the feel of his thick fingers against me. “Please, Dean,” I begged.
He slid two fingers into me, and my body just opened up for him so easily. He began to move those fingers, scissoring them into me, and I threw my head back and thrust my hips against him, burying my face into his shoulder.
My orgasm slammed into me, and I bucked against him. “Alpha!” I screamed and jerked against him, coming so hard I think I may have blacked out for a moment. Dean let out a long groan and fell back against the couch next to me. Neither of us said anything for a bit.
Finally, I opened an eye and looked at him. “Holy shit! That was....” I didn’t even know what to say.
“Watching you come apart like that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I actually came in my pants.” He admitted. “I haven’t done that since I presented. I need a shower, then we are moving this to my bed. Sound okay?”
I stretched like a cat. “Actually, I got distracted at the thought of shower sex. Yeah, that sounds great.”
He grinned happily. “I think I’m going to keep you, despite your brothers.”
Dean came out of the shower wrapped in just a towel, looking so delicious I couldn’t help but stare. “Why are you hiding THAT under all those layers?” I managed to choke out.
“More for you to unwrap. It’s like a present.” He said with a sexy grin. “Come here.” He commanded.
“Oooh, I love it when you get all bossy,” I responded, walking over to stand in front of him. I leaned in to kiss him, licking a little droplet of water off the corner of that gorgeous mouth. He smelled so good, like soap, motor oil, and Alpha.
“Bed. Now.” He finally growled, spinning me around and marching me to his room. I scrambled onto the bed, waiting for Dean’s next move. He was watching me with an almost predatory look in his eyes.
“So how about you let me see whats underneath the towel?”
“Only if you ask nicely.” He said in a sex-soaked rasp that hit me in all the right places.
“Please, Alpha,” I whispered.
“Come here then.” He ordered.
I crawled to the foot of the bed and stopped directly in front of him, nuzzling my mouth against the bulge of his dick. He hissed out a breath and dropped the towel. I wrapped my hand around the long length of him and took him into my mouth. Damn, he was thick.
Ignoring my watering eyes, I fought my gag reflex and took him as deep as I could. From the sounds he was making, he was definitely enjoying it. I could tell as his hips started to move he was getting close. With a muffled curse he pushed me off him. “Why did you stop?” I asked.
“Because I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.” He said through clenched teeth. He grabbed a condom and tore the foil package open, rolling it down his length quickly.
He pushed me down on the bed and scrambled up my body, parting my legs with his knee. I was so wet with slick he slid in balls deep in one thrust. I gasped as the sensation of being so filled was incredible.
“You okay, Y/N?” He asked, his concern obvious.
I locked my legs around his back, which pushed him in deeper still. “You gotta move, Dean. I won't break.”
His calloused palms closed tightly around my upper arms as slowly pulled out and slammed back in, rolling his hips every few thrusts just to hit that certain spot that made me whimper. My hands clutched that perfect ass, pulling him in even closer.
The pleasure was so intense it was almost overwhelming. I tucked my head in the crook of his shoulder as my entire body began to shake with the force of my impending orgasm.
“Look at me”. He demanded, and the second our eyes met Dean threw his head back and roared with pleasure. I wasn't expecting him to knot me so when his knot popped I couldn’t stop shaking and I cried out, screaming his name and cursing. “Oh fuck, Dean! Oh, fuck yes!”
He just held me as we both recovered. I was feeling rather shaken frankly. This was no casual fuck, I realized. This meant something. What it meant remained to be seen.
“Do you normally curse like a sailor when you come?” He asked, trying not to smile.
“No, but then again I’ve never come like that before, so who knows?” I yawned hugely. "I wasn't expecting you to knot me. Now I see what Lisa was talking about. You ARE amazing in the sack!"
"I wasn't planning to, Y/N, but I just can't seem to control myself around you. Can you please not bring up Lisa when my dick is still inside you?" He made a face and I giggled.
"I'm gonna need a nap before round two, handsome," I whispered before falling asleep in his arms.
After rounds two and three (don’t judge me, have you SEEN Dean?) we were both ravenous so I whipped us up some omelets with stuff Dean had in his fridge. I slid a steaming omelet onto a plate and handed it to Dean. “Mine will be ready in a sec. Go ahead and start.”
He took a big bite and gave me a dopey grin. “Sam said that given how much I love food it was inevitable that I would end up with a chef.”
I looked up at him from my omelet. “What are we doing here, Dean? What is it you want exactly?”
He put down his fork and took my hand. “I wanted a beer. Then I smelled you, and I haven’t been able to think of much else since. I can’t explain it.....it’s like something’s pulling me to where you are.”
“I’ve never been drawn to any Alpha like I am to you, Dean. Most Alphas don’t like outspoken Omegas, but you seem okay with it. Every Alpha I’ve ever met automatically assumes I need protecting.....” I started.
“.......and we both know you totally don’t.” He finished.
“And don’t get me started on how many guys Cas and Jimmy have scared away. I love my brothers, and they mean well, but they sometimes come across as a little....” I searched for the right words.
“Crazy? Intense? Psychotic? Bipolar?” He supplied helpfully.
“I was gonna say overprotective!” I snapped.
“It’s gonna take more than angry twins with a baseball bat to scare me off.” He told me confidently.
“And I bet I have just the thing. How about I introduce you to my Babi?”
So here it is, my FIRST A/B/O series featuring Alpha! Dean/ Omega! Reader (not Destiel). I am still a Samgirl to the very core of my being, but I thought it would be fun to try something different for a change.
You meet Dean Winchester in a bar when he attempts to come to your rescue after a drunk Alpha tries to take advantage of you. He quickly realizes you’re not what he expected. You’re a very independent Omega who is used to speaking her mind. He’s all Alpha, but there is just something about you, an attraction that makes him want to know more…….
Part 1 (All parts are linked)
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Text messages are in bold.
*This chapter fills my “sunset watching” square on my @spnabobingo card
I spent the days until the weekend enduring constant comments and teasing from Cas and Jimmy. The bickering got so bad that Babi finally ordered them to leave me alone. Darcy came by to visit and the immediately filled her in on current events in my life.
“Sorry to hear about the divorce, Darce. Your Alpha is a dick. He doesn’t deserve you.” Jimmy and Darcy had dated in high school and we’d all been friends for years.
She smiled sadly. “Thanks, Jim! I just wish it didn’t take me so long to realize.” She turned her attention to me. “Where have you been? I haven’t heard much from you since that night at the bar.”
Jimmy and Cas exchanged a look. “That’s because she’s been too busy panting over that hot Alpha she’s seen seeing,” Cas told her gleefully.
“He’s okay if you like tall green-eyed Ken dolls,“ Jimmy said with a smirk.
“Wait a minute….” Darcy began, shooting me a look. “Is it that Alpha from the bar?”
“Maybe,” I said sheepishly. “His name is Dean.”
“Holy crap! I knew you were hot for him that night!” Darcy gave me an amused look. “What happened after we left?”
“Remember that drunk Alpha that wouldn’t leave me alone?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Well, he came back for more,” I said with a grin.
“And let me guess? Dean came to your rescue?” She said with a snort.
“Am I missing something?” Jimmy asked, confused.
“I love it when guys think your sister needs rescuing because she’s an Omega,” Darcy told him with a grin. “Alphas either want to fuck her or protect her, sometimes both.”
“Shut UP, Darcy!” I snapped, elbowing her in the ribs. “Cas and Jimmy laughed.
“But then she opens her mouth, and they get the picture,” Cas commented.
“He did ask if I was sure I was an Omega,” I told them sheepishly.
“When are you seeing him again?” She asked eagerly.
“Saturday. Babi wanted you to come and see her when you came by.” I said in an effort to change the subject.
When she left she made me promise that I would keep her in the loop where Dean was concerned. Cas and Jimmy assured her that if I didn’t, they would tell her everything.
I couldn’t decide what to wear. I wanted to look put together, but not look like I was trying too hard. I was meeting Dean’s brother after all, so I wanted to make a good impression.
He picked me up in that gorgeous car of his and I again felt that visceral response at the scent of him. I’ve never experienced anything like this before with any other guy.
Dean’s smile widened when he saw the pie I was carrying. “Did you make that?” He asked eagerly.
I shot him a look. “Of course I did! I don’t do store-bought anything. I wasn’t sure what flavor to go with, so I just did apple. Do you like pie?”
“Pie’s my favorite. You made a good choice. I apologize in advance if anyone gives you the third degree. I’ve just never bought an Omega home before. Sammy especially is dying of curiosity.
“They can’t be worse than Cas and Jimmy, so I think I can handle it,” I said confidently.
When we arrived at Sam and Jess’ place, the cookout was in full swing. We walked around the back, and Dean opened the gate so I could carry the enormous pie without dropping it. A tall handsome guy and a pretty blonde walked over to meet us.
“Oh, pie! She knows what you like, Dean! Here, I’ll take that, It looks great! I’m Jessica, by the way.”
The tall guy handed me a beer. “And I’m Sam, Dean’s brother. You must be Y/N. Dean said your family owns Novak’s. Jess and I eat there all the time.”
I accepted the beer and smiled at them both. They seemed friendly enough. "It’s nice to meet you both.”
Sam turned to Dean. “Uncle Bobby wants to meet her so you’d better find him, Dude.”
I met his Uncle Bobby, and some old family friends Ellen and Jo. A while later his best friend Benny showed up, and he hung out with him, ate burgers, played cornhole, and just hung out. We were all getting along really well.
Benny happened to look towards the gate and he swore under his breath. “Don’t look now, but Lisa is here, Dean.”
Dean groaned and turned in the direction of the gate. “Oh, great.” He muttered. “Did you invite her?” He asked Sam.
“No way! I can’t stand her! Maybe Jess did? Let me go see.” He left us and went to talk to Jess. Jo in the meantime had gone over to talk to Lisa, and then Jess went over, and then made a beeline for Dean.
“I’m so sorry Dean. Jo invited her. They have a yoga class together. She had no idea about you two. Do you want me to make her leave?” Jess looked very nervous.
“No. We can play nice, Jess. I won’t ruin your party.” He assured her.
“So who is Lisa, anyway?” I asked.
“Lisa and I use to date. I caught her in bed with another guy. It didn’t end well.” He said flatly.
“Do you want to leave?” I asked gently, putting a hand on his arm.
“No. I’ve moved on. I want to stay here with you.”
We stayed in the corner talking to Benny and his date, and Sam and Jess. I needed to use the bathroom and Jess walked me into the house and showed me where it was while she grabbed some more drinks.
When I came out of the house, Lisa had joined the group. Here we go. I squared my shoulders and walked over.
“So Dean…” Lisa said in a shrill voice. “This must be who you replaced me with. That didn’t take long.”
“Lisa, you’re drunk. Don’t start.” Dean said in warning.
“What’s wrong? Don’t want me to tell her your secrets?” She spat. “Oh, and she’s an Omega. Have you knotted her yet? He’s amazing in the sack.” She told me, slurring her words. Dean looked so embarrassed.
I’d heard enough. “Look, Lisa is it? From what I heard, it doesn’t take much to scratch your itch. I think you did Dean a favor, he wouldn’t want to you know, catch anything. So why don’t you crawl back under that rock you came from and leave him the hell alone, sound good?”
Lisa stared at me open-mouthed, and then spun on her heel and left in a huff. Benny started clapping. “This one is a keeper, Dean,” Sam told his brother.
“Walk with me?” Dean asked me, holding out his hand. We went through the house and sat on the front steps and watched the sun set. As the sun dipped below the horizon, I laid my head on his shoulder. Dean had his arms around me, and we didn’t really say much, just enjoyed each others company.
“I’ve never seen anyone stand up to Lisa like that. She didn’t know how to respond.” Dean murmured quietly.
He leaned in and brushed my lips with his, and I eagerly responded. A second later I was sitting in his lap, my hands buried in his hair as his mouth ravaged mine. As his lips traveled down my neck, he pulled away and looked at me intently. “My place?” He said in a low voice.
You are an Omega in your last semester of law school, juggling classes and your job at a coffee shop. You find yourself incredibly drawn to one of your customers, an Alpha named Sam. When you walk into your first class of the semester, guess who is your new professor?
Characters: Alpha! Lawyer Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Omega! Student/Barista Reader
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Part 1 (all parts are linked)
Sam was a surprisingly good teacher. His knowledge of the law was incredible. He was articulate and funny and he made his class interesting and thought-provoking. By the end of the first week, pretty much every girl in class was infatuated with him.
And you had it worst of all.
You tried really, really hard to pay attention, but he smelled so freaking amazing, and he was so tall….and his eyes, don’t even start on his eyes. Well, you get the picture. You were so going to fail. You had to do SOMETHING. If you didn’t switch to a different class you might not graduate on time. And you needed to graduate because you were out of money.
Sam still came into the shop every morning to buy his breakfast, and he always managed to touch you in some way while he was there. There was so much heat in his gaze when he looked at you it was a miracle you didn’t spontaneously combust.
After another pointless hour of you mentally undressing him, you decided it was time to have a little chat. After class, you walked down to the front. “Er….Professor Winchester? May I speak to you please?”
He looked over at you. “Meet me in my office in 15 minutes, Y/N. I need to speak to someone at the moment.”
You nodded without speaking and hurried from the room.
A short while later you knocked on his office door. He was using Dr. Wentworth’s office while she was on medical leave. He opened the door after the first knock. He was so big he seemed to fill the whole doorway.
“Come in, Y/N.” He told you quietly, closing the door behind you with a soft click. The small room was saturated with his scent, and you tried not to show him how much it was affecting you.
“What can I do for you?” He said with a smirk, eyes full of promise.
“I need to transfer out of your class.” you snapped.
“May I ask why?”
You rolled your eyes at him. I think you KNOW why, Sam.” you said tersely.
He stood up in his chair and walked around to where you were standing, towering over you.
He leaned in, much too close, bracing his large hands on the table. “Is it because you smell so fucking good I can’t think straight? Or maybe it’s because all I can think about in class is bending you over my desk every time I look at you?”
You couldn’t hold back a moan this time. “Please. Can I drop your class?’ You whispered.
“No. You need it to graduate. It’s not offered again. You’re stuck with me, Omega.”
You were suddenly furious. You had a plan for your life, and you weren’t about to let this too gorgeous-to-be-allowed Alpha distract you. But you let your anger override your good judgment, as you often did. You had to wipe that smirk off his face.
You leaned in and slammed your lips against his, and he looked surprised. “Find somewhere else to get your coffee, Sam,” You told him as you stood up to leave.
“I don’t even like coffee, Y/N.” He called after you as you stormed out.
This fic was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge-Week 13. The prompt is “You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.”
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader
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“I should have gone to the morgue with Dean,” I grumbled as Sam and I Interviewed our umpteenth witness that day who knew nothing. This had been a complete waste of our time. No one had seen anything, knew anything, or cared that a man had seemingly spontaneously combusted in front of the town grocery store.
“These people are by far the stupidest crop of witnesses we have ever come across.” I bitched to Sam. He sighed and checked his notes.
“One more person to interview. Tina Mulloy, the cashier at the Shop and Save. I called the store. She’s there now.”
“Hopefully she saw something worthwhile. My feet hurt and this is six hours of my life I’ll never get back. Did Dean find anything?” I asked hopefully.
Sam shook his head. “Nope. The vic’s fried extra crispy, He’s got nothing. We’re gonna meet him at the diner when we finish up with the cashier.”
“Let’s go then. I just wanna get these heels off and eat ice cream and forget this day.”
Tina Mulloy was a tall, willowy brunette who wore way too much makeup and way too little clothes. I could tell within five minutes that she knew nothing, but she licked her lips at the sight of Sam and pretended she saw everything just to keep him there and talking to her.
She leaned over the counter in her tight red shirt making sure that her cleavage was on full view to Sam, to me, and to the entire store. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
“Do you have anything useful to add, Ms. Mulloy?” I asked. Tina took her eyes off Sam for a second and glared at me like who the fuck are you?. I pulled out a card. “If you have anything to add please don’t hesitate to call.”
She pointedly ignored me. “Do you have a card, Agent Fleetwood?” She asked with a come-hither wink.
Sam handed her one of his cards with a smile. “I’ll wait in the car,” I said in a tight voice.
I hadn’t said a word since we’d left the grocery store. Dean knew immediately something was up. “Any luck with the cashier from the grocery store?” He asked.
I snorted. “Oh Sam could have gotten lucky, that’s for sure!”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I really think she wanted to help!” Sam said indignantly.
I sighed dramatically. “The only thing she wanted was to help you out of your pants. Did you honestly not notice how she was practically shoving her chest in your face?”
“Was she hot?” Dean asked, interested in the turn the conversation was taking.
“Yeah, but….” Sam began.
“You’re an idiot, Sam Winchester.” I snapped, furious now.
“What did I do?” Sam asked, oblivious as usual.
“You’re totally clueless. I’ve met smarter sandwiches. I’ve never seen a guy who is completely unaware of the effect he has on the opposite sex as you.”
“So you think Sam’s attractive?” Dean commented with a smirk, never one to miss a chance to cause trouble.
“Fuck you very much, Dean. I’m going back to the motel. I’ve lost my appetite.” I lunged for my purse and slammed out of the diner, happy our motel was only three doors down and I could walk.
Lucky for me we had gotten separate rooms this trip and Sam and Dean knew better than to bug me when I was pissed off. I took a hot shower, changed into my pajamas and watched Big Bang Theory reruns until I calmed down.
When there was a knock at the door later I opened it to find Sam standing there. He had changed out of his FBI gear and was back in jeans. He was carrying a sandwich in a plastic container. “Here, I brought you something to eat.”
I gave him a small smile. “You didn’t have to do that.” But I was hungry.
“Can I come in?” He asked. I opened the door to allow him entry. I closed it and turned to face him, and he handed me the sandwich.
“What do you want, Sam?” I asked quietly.
“Dean says you were jealous today.”
“Does he now?” I said neutrally, not really looking at him.
“I knew exactly what she was doing, Y/N. I’m not stupid. You never let me finish what I was saying at the diner before you stormed out. Yeah, she was hot, but I barely noticed, because when I’m with you, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” And then I was in his arms, and he was kissing me, and my sandwich fell to the floor, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
