I have no idea who is even gonna care about this tbh but I'll be off Tumblr most likely from Sunday til Tuesday or Wednesday due to the hurricane. It's supposed to be a cat 3/4 by the time it hits so I actually have to care about it 🤷🏻♀️
I know she doesn't write but I wanted to make a special shout out to @justballoonfishthings.
I refer to her as my tsundere but I love her so much. She's someone that if you need an idea, she'll have one. She's my muse just as much as @fictionalabyss & @coffee-obsessed-writer.
This is for the “Alpha for Hire” square on my @spnabobingo card. Beta’d by my Jaffa Cake Pimp @kittenofdoomage
Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC)
A/N: Just a little Valentine’s Day treat for you guys all the way from Paris :)
Terri walked with us out to Dean’s car after I was discharged. I was feeling the effects of the fever, and the medicines they had given me and was so exhausted I could barely walk. She watched Dean help me into the passenger seat, not saying anything but noting how he never stopped touching me the entire time.
When we were both seated, she stuck her head in the window. “Listen, you two, I know when her heat gets bad, your first instinct is gonna be to fuck like rabbits, but maybe try some talking in between, okay? You have a lot of shit to figure out.”
My face blushes red as I try not to look at Dean. “Yes, Mother. More talking, less sex. Got it.”
Dean starts the car and Terri squeezes my shoulder once before walking away. I know she’s right, but already Dean’s scent is pulsing through me, heady and rich, and the ocean of secrets between us suddenly seems so inconsequential.
The silence between us stretched on as we drove back to my place. I glanced over and noted the tension in Dean’s shoulders, and I knew it my fault. I owed him an explanation, but I didn’t even know where to begin. I was just so tired.
“I need to lay down,” I said over my shoulder as I headed towards the bedroom. I thought Dean was right behind me. When he didn’t come, I walked back into the hallway. He was just standing there, his hand splayed against the wall. “Dean?” I said quietly, walking over and putting my hand on his arm.
He looked down at me, and his eyes were red. “I thought you were dead, Y/N.” He whispered, and then he was crushing me against him, and I could feel his lips against my hair.
I held him as tight as I could, my tears staining his shirt as I whispered over and over, “I’m so sorry, Dean, I’m so sorry.”
After I had cried myself out, I pulled away. “I know we need to talk. But I’m really tired right now. Can you just lay with me, please? I promise after I get some rest, I will tell you whatever you want to know.”
He nodded without speaking and let me pull him into the bedroom. I kicked off my shoes and just climbed into bed in my clothes, that is how exhausted I was.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, and for a brief moment, I could pretend that everything between us was okay. I fell asleep to the steady rhythm of Dean’s heartbeat in sync with my own.
I surfaced from sleep with the scent of Alpha so heavy in the air I could taste him on my tongue. Groaning at the sensation of warm, wet lips pulling against my neck, I dragged my hands over his ass, grinding into Dean’s morning hard-on.
“God, Y/N, if you don’t stop that I am going to claim you right now.” He growled in my ear in a ragged voice.
“Would that be so bad?” I panted.
“Remember what your sister said,” he told me in a regretful voice while at the same moment unclasping my bra with one hand. Talk about mixed messages! My brain grew foggy with endorphins as I struggled to remember just what Terri HAD said.
I gasped as Dean’s big hand closed over my breast. “Ahhh, right there, Dean!”
But he was right. This was part of our problem. If I didn’t stop this now, hours later I would wake up under him, and we would be no better off then we were before. It was time for that talk. When I pushed hard against his chest he let me go with a look of surprise.
I untangled myself from Dean and hugged my knees to my chest as I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. He didn’t speak, he just laid his hand on my knee, waiting expectantly.
“I have something called Turner-Singer Syndrome,” I began. “That’s how I wound up at Alpha4.” Once I started, the floodgates opened and I couldn’t seem to stop.
I told him how the specialist who had diagnosed me recommended hiring an Alpha to keep my heats in check. “Being forced into this situation really pissed me off. And you got the brunt of it,” I explained with a quiet voice, guilt making my eyes sting. “I’m sorry for that.”
“So that’s why you were so hostile in the beginning,” he commented. “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart. I have a pretty thick skin.” There was a lopsided grin on his face that radiated warmth, and I felt relief that he was taking it so well.
“Yeah. I felt pretty powerless. And you were far too smug for my liking,” I told him with a hint of a smile tugging at my lips.
“Don’t let my cool exterior fool you,” he said, his grin widening. “You threw me for quite a loop. I kept thinking about you long after I’d left you. It got to the point where I began to resent the time I had to spend with other clients.”
“Really?” I exclaimed, unable to keep the delight out of my voice.
Dean chuckled, his hand squeezing my knee, his body leaning into mine a bit more. “The idea of being with another Omega makes me sick, Y/N. That’s why I finally gave my notice at Alpha4. I just couldn’t do it anymore.”
“I used to imagine you with them. I was so jealous I wanted to rip their throats out,” I admitted in a low voice, running my hand up his arm. “I got hysterical when they wanted to send me another Alpha.”
“I need to tell you something,” he began. “I saved enough money to buy the garage. I signed the papers three days ago.” Dean looked at me nervously, waiting for my reaction.
I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him hard. “Dean, that’s wonderful! I’m so excited for you!” Something crossed my mind and I deflated a little. “What about Sam?”
He sighed. “I have enough saved that he can finish out the year, but if you I are going to work, I need to come clean with him…..About you, about Alpha4, about everything. I’m meeting him for lunch.”
I nodded in agreement. “Do you want me to come for moral support?” I asked tentatively.
“As much as I would love to have you there, I think it’s best if I do this on my own. You understand, right?”
You nodded in understanding, before looking at him curiously. “Of course. How do you think he’ll respond?”
He shrugged, his eyes not quite meeting mine. “I’m not sure. This is gonna be a lot for him to take in.”
I laid my head on his shoulder. “At the end of the day you’re still family. Family messes up sometimes.”
“I hope Sammy sees it that way,” Dean muttered glumly.
“So where does that leave us?” I whispered, tentative about the question.
Dean leaned in a little more, brushing my hair out of my face. Our eyes met, and I saw the emotion brimming in them. “As far as I’m concerned, Omega, I don’t plan on leaving you long enough for you to ever need to hire an Alpha again.”
“I love you,” I whispered before I leaned in to kiss him - just a gentle brush of my lips against his at first, but with the promise of so much more.
He pressed his forehead against mine, and closed his eyes, just savoring the moment. “I wanna take you out tonight, like for dinner,” he whispered.
“You mean a date?” I replied with a silly grin. “We’ve had sex how many times and NOW you want to take me on our first date?” There’s a teasing glint in my eyes, and he notices it, shrugging.
“Yeah, It’s a little backward, I get it. You in or what?” he asked.
“Oh I am so in,” I replied, enthusiastically despite the less than romantic proposal.
“I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something nice,” Dean requested, leaning in to bestow a chaste kiss on my cheek before jumping out of the bed.
Wait WHAT YOU'RE DOING SHIPS NOW?!?! SHIP ME SHIP ME SHIP ME
I’m so tempted too give you a shitty ship because love, but apparently I’m a nice person.
Your Ship: Loki
Protective, loving, funny, mischievous, will always keep you on your toes. You definitely have your hands full with this one. If you’re having a bad day, he knows exactly how to keep you happy and content. Also, one kinky motherfucker so you know that there will be some exploration there. You know that if he loves you, he loves you completely and will do anything to keep you safe, even if its from himself.
