Fool For Love Series Masterlist , Fool For Love Story Masterlist
Author’s Note: Get ready for some heavy angst and some angry alpha Dean acting an ass. Fills my Restraints square for @spnabobingo and is rated Mature for violence, language and sexual situations.
Summary: Dean is feral and fixated on Y/n. Rowena has a fix for it, but is the cost too high?
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader (past), Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader (past), mentions of Beta!OMC x Beta!Reader, mentions of Alpha!Jody x Omega!Donna
Word count: 2644
Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, angst, kidnapping, aggressive feral alpha, Dean being obsessive and horrible, noncon groping
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“You done?” Dean asked as Y/n scraped the spoon against the side of the bowl, stalling to get the last of the soup in an effort to keep the feral alpha at bay. She shook her head but he grabbed the bowl and slammed it down on the other side of the table. “Done. Get up.”
“Dean. Please, just--just wait a minute, please.” The alpha growled and reached down to pick her up. “Fuck, don’t do this!” She pushed him away from her and stepped back, fearful of the anger in his eyes, but more afraid of what would happen if he took her anywhere else. Sam was still a half hour out, at least. “I’m not going to sleep with you and I know you’re not gonna force me, Dean. Not after what you did to Derek after-”
“You’re mine!”
“Yeah. Okay. I was, but...I can’t-”
Dean reached out and grabbed her hair and she screamed as he forced her to stand. “Quiet! Move!” His hand didn’t leave her hair as he pushed her toward the hallway.
“Dean, please, you can’t make me-”
He pushed her into the wall of the hallway and reached down to wrap his hands around the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. “You want it,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Can’t smell you, no slick drippin’ out of you, but I know. Know you. Know your sounds. Know your expressions. You want me.”
Y/n looked away from his lust-dark green eyes and closed her own. “You killed me. Murdered Malcolm. I don’t want you.”
“Don’t lie.” He attached his mouth to her neck and she let out a soft sigh. “Little sigh. You like it.” She gasped as he dragged his teeth across her skin. “You missed me. Admit it.”
“Y-you left me to-”
“I can fix it.” She shook her head. He couldn’t fix it. Chuck fixed it. "You thought'a me, didn't'cha?"
"That doesn't...course I did, Dean. But-" She took a shaking breath as Dean thrust his denim-clad erection against her. "Even if I wanted to, I can't help. Beta does nothing for alpha rut."
"You're my truemate, Y/n. You'll help."
"No! It's basic science! I'm not your truemate anymore because I don't release those pheromones anymore and I'm not gonna be able to help you because I can't take your fucking knot!" she exclaimed, a hint of desperation on her words.
He hummed and licked at her earlobe. "I'll make it fit. You're mine, Y/n. We'll make it-"
As much as his words sent heat through her, she had to keep arguing. Her body might miss him, but her brain wanted nothing to do with him. "You'll hurt me. Betas can't take a knot. You don’t want to hurt me, again, do you?”
"Shhhhh. Don't worry." His hand slid under her dress and she shivered as he groped at her skin until his grip found her breast. He easily found her nipple through her bra and her head fell back to thunk against the wall when he started rolling it between his thumb and finger, pairing the motion with a roll of his hips to press his erection against her. “God, love the sounds you make. Remember the sound you made the first time I knotted you, baby?”
“Please, d-don’t do this,” she whimpered. “I can’t take it, D.”
“You will. You’ll-”
“DEAN!” Sam’s voice filled Y/n with a sense of relief. He must have put the pedal down to get to her. “Y/n!”
“Sam!” Y/n responded, trying to drop her legs from Dean’s waist, but the alpha just pushed her harder into the wall, refusing to let go of her. “By the kitchen!”
Sam’s eyes instinctively ran down the length of her skin as he appeared in the corridor, the way her dress was hiked up to give Dean access to her just too tantalizing to ignore. He shook himself out of it quickly, though, and advanced on his brother cautiously. “Dean, you gotta drop her.”
“No.” Dean buried his face in her neck and dropped his hands to grab her ass. “Mine.”
“No, Dean. Ours.” Sam stepped closer and pointed to her neck. “My mark is still there, too, isn’t it?”
Dean pulled his head back just enough to look at the bite mark on the left side of her neck. Sam’s mark. “Yeah.”
“So she’s still ours. Mine, too. So...you’re gonna share, right?” Sam asked, calmly, putting his hand on Dean’s shoulder. The older alpha sneered for a moment before he let go of Y/n, letting her legs drop and stepping away from the wall. Sam immediately sprung into action, using the hand on Dean’s shoulder to push him away from the woman and maneuver him into a headlock. “Run, Y/n!”
“What about you?!” she shouted, backing away but not running.
“I can handle him! Go!” Sam demanded as Dean started throwing elbows and trying to slam his brother into the walls.
Y/n ran, but she didn’t hide. She still knew the bunker like it was her home. She still had the training of a hunter’s omega. She wasn’t going to hide from Dean. She was too strong for that. It wasn’t hard for her to find the spelled shackles in the dungeon. It took a little longer to find a syringe and a drug she knew would knock the alpha out. By the time she made it back to the corridor outside of the kitchen, the alphas were wrestling on the floor, growling loudly as they grabbed at each other’s hair and clothes, knees and elbows connecting with any bit of flesh they could get to.
“Sam, pin him!” she demanded and her voice was enough of a shock to Dean that Sam was able to gain the upper hand enough to allow Y/n to jab the needle into his neck and depress the plunger. Dean kept fighting for a few moments, but then he went limp under Sam who took a heavy breath as Y/n offered the restraints to him. Sam pulled Dean’s arms behind his back and clicked the cuffs on his wrists. “Do you need me to help you get him to the dungeon?” she asked.
“Yeah, just gimme a minute...catch my breath,” Sam said, nodding as he slid to the floor next to his passed out brother. “I told you to run.”
“I didn’t want you to hurt each other. Wasn’t gonna bounce when you needed me.” She slid to the floor on the opposite side, crossing her ankles and tucking her feet beside her. “Thank you for showing up. Thank you for being...every bit the alpha I remember.”
“He’s the same, too. I know it doesn’t seem like it and...I know that he’s changed a lot. The Mark of Cain and Amara and losing you...but deep down-” Y/n looked away down the corridor as Sam spoke. “Deep down, he never stopped loving you. He never stopped thinking about you. He’s a bit more of a knothead now, but I think it’s just because he couldn’t deal with this.”
“Am I supposed to forgive him, Sam? Am I supposed to be okay with the fact that he left me to die? Or what he did to Malcolm? Am I supposed to forgive that?” she whispered.
“No. You don’t have to forgive, Y/n. I don’t think he deserves your forgiveness.” Sam stood and she followed suit. “Grab his feet.” They were quiet as they carried Dean to the dungeon. Sam restrained his brother in the chair and Y/n was reminded of the demon that taunted her and called her ‘little widow’.
“What are you gonna do with him?” she asked, rubbing her neck. Her palm was able to distinguish every tooth of the raised bite mark there. Even after two years of hiding the scars under scarves, she knew the marks as intimately as her own face.
Sam sighed heavily and shook his head. “I’m not sure. We-we don’t really know any omegas that could get him out of this. May-maybe I could hire someone, I don’t know.” He turned his kaleidoscope eyes on her and smiled. “It’ll be okay. I’ll figure it out.”
“What about that sheriff in Stillwater? Donna?” Y/n suggested. “She totally had the hots for Dean and she was omega, right?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, but...she’s got an alpha. She’s with Jody.”
Y/n gasped. “I thought they were both straight. Weren’t they both married?”
“Yeah. They found each other and it just clicked, I guess. Jody’s really let her hair down since she met Donna.”
Y/n shook her head. “The things you miss when you’re dead.” The sentence struck her. It made her think of her life in Seattle. She wasn’t sure she could go back. People would ask questions. Questions she would never be able to answer. Aubrielle was just as dead as Y/n, just as dead as Malcolm. She was going to have to start over again. She licked her lips. "He wouldn't want you to pay for an omega for him. 'No cash for ass' remember?"
Sam nodded. "I remember. But this is...special circumstances."
"You don't even know if that'll work. He's laser-focused on me and I'm not even an omega anymore," she argued slightly. "Before you spend the money on some flesh, can we hit up the lore? Maybe call a few people that know a few things? Crowley's been around a long time, he might-"
"Rowena would know more," Sam interrupted, pulling out his phone.
"Wait, since when do you have Crowley's mom's number?" Y/n asked, her eyes going wide.
"About the time she helped us save the universe from Amara," he answered, putting the phone on speaker. The line clicked and he gave a little smile. “Rowena.”
“Samuel,” the Scottish accent chirped. “Yer timin’ is digital, as always. And by that, I mean you call at precisely the wrong moments.”
“Sorry for the inconvenience, Rowena. It won’t take long. I just need a bit of information.”
“Oh, Dean’s dying again then?” Sam didn’t respond, a look of irritation crossing his face. “Or is it the world this time, lad?”
“It’s Dean. He’s gone feral and the circumstances are-”
“Didn’t yew have an omega before? He shouldnae be feral.”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m calling you. Because his circumstances aren’t normal.”
“What don’t I know, Samuel?”
“Our omega, the one we thought died…” Sam’s eyes lifted from his phone screen to Y/n’s face. “She didn’t. Chuck made her a beta.” Rowena let out a little gasp of an ‘Oh!’ sound. “When we found out, Dean went into rut and he...he hyperfocused on Y/n and went feral. For some reason, the fact that she’s beta doesn’t seem to matter to him and-”
“Of course it doesn’t!” Rowena snapped. “She still wears his mark. She’s still tethered to him. Whether she can take his knot or not, she’s still connected to him and he’s not going to come out the other side of this until he mates with her...properly.”
“But he can’t!” Y/n chimed in. “I’m not omega anymore.”
“Well, then Dean Winchester goes further and further into his alpha brain until he becomes just as much animal as the things he hunts.” Fear and loss filled Sam and Y/n’s faces. The idea of Dean getting worse, more animalistic...it was too much to bear. “Unless, of course, a powerful witch knew an ancient spell that could give Dean his omega back...then he’d be back to his normal, alpha hunter animal self.”
Y/n’s face went blank but Sam’s lit up. “How?”
“You really think there’s not a spell out there that can turn a beta into an omega? With the premium placed upon an omega’s wee shoulders, of course there’ve been spells to change gender fer as long as there’s been omega trade and omega runs.” Y/n turned away as the witch continued speaking. “Of course, most spells just created the illusion of an omega, but that wouldn’t help poor Dean. He needs his omega or he’ll never get better.”
Sam licked his lips and took the phone off speaker. “Yeah, um...I will get back to you on that. Get it gathered, just in case.” He turned the phone off and stuck it in his pocket. He was silent for a minute as he watched her shoulders tense and release, anger and sadness in her body language. “I know it’s a lot to ask,” he started.
Her laugh was loud and cold. “‘A lot to ask’?” She turned to look up at him, turning a glare on Dean for a second before focusing on Sam again. “It’s the Winchester way, isn’t it? Any means are justified. It doesn’t matter who dies or gets hurt in the process.”
“Y/n-”
“This is how Charlie died!” she snapped and Sam’s eyes went wide. “Because you didn’t care who you hurt as long as Dean was safe and I was right there with you, begging you all to save him from the Mark of Cain, and what did it get me, Sam?” She wiped at the tears suddenly rolling down her cheeks and shook her head. “He abandoned me once that Mark was off of him. He was going to let me die, Sam...and you want me to save him? What, Amara doesn’t have a hold on him anymore so I should just step right back into my role as Winchester cockholster?”
“I know you’ve gotten accustomed to life as a beta, Y/n, and I know he hurt you, but this is Dean. Dean who took you home when you went into your first heat in four years and made sure you were safe and cared for. Dean who hugged you and loved you...who sat with you in the bathroom every time you took a pregnancy test and held you to him when they came up negative.” Sam stepped closer as she looked at her feet, remembering the way she felt every time she failed to give them pups...how Dean had helped her through the disappointment. “The Mark changed him. Amara changed him. This feral bullshit is changing him. But under it all, he’s still the man you fell in love with...and if you do this, Y/n...if you save him, w-we can fix this. You would be our truemate again. This hole in me...isn’t there a hole in you?” he finished softly.
“Yes! And Mal was doing a fine job of filling it! I was happy! I was happy, Sam, and now you want me to throw it all away to save the asshole who threw me out like garbage?! Fuck you! And fuck Dean, too!” she shouted before stomping out of the dungeon.
She didn’t leave. All of her anger wasn’t enough to push her out that heavy iron door. She went off to find the room that used to be her bedroom, instead. She twisted the knob and waited before pushing the door open. The last memory she had of the place was the night she went into her last heat. There had been sweat and vomit all over the bed, a hastily-made nest of her alphas’ clothes on the mattress. All of the pieces of her life before the Winchesters tucked into the corners.
She pushed the door open and her jaw dropped. It was immaculate. Her clothes cleaned and folded, likely years ago, her bedsheets clean, her belongings placed exactly where they were supposed to be. She stepped inside and sat on the end of the bed. She just wanted everything to go back to normal...her normal.
Part One//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Part Eight
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tw for lots of noncon touching and groping
***
Dahlia hadn’t seen Silas like this in a long time, completely broken down. She hadn’t seen him cry in almost ten years, usually anger replaced any other emotion he felt. She couldn’t just watch him cry though.
“Silas…? I’m going to hug you, okay?” She said softly, and he slowly nodded, allowing her to pull him into her arms. They’d had that system in place forever now, she barely ever touched him without giving him some sort of warning. She knew it made him feel safe, and right now that’s what he needed, to be safe. She let him cry as much as he needed to, she hugged him tightly and gently played with his hair. She didn’t let go until his sobs softened into cries, and then into the occasional sniffle.
“He… He’s going to use that against me… I don’t know how… but he will.” He murmured. “I didn’t want him to know, but I couldn’t let him keep hurting you… I want you to be safe… I want you to escape...”
“Silas.” He glanced up at her. “From now on, as long as you’re here, I’m here. I’m not going to let you finish this alone.” She said seriously.
“I… I don’t know how I’m going to “finish” it… I think I’m just… here now? I don’t see a way out…”
“/You/ don’t need to worry about that.” She smiled. “All you need to do is stay alive, okay?” She told him. He nodded, finally pulling away from her.
“I… I’ll do my best… but you also need to be careful. Please, don’t get hurt anymore…” He looked worriedly at her wrist.
“I’ll be fine.” She assured him. “No matter what happens, we’ll both be fine.” She smiled at him, hoping to comfort him somewhat. She needed him to be at ease, have hope they’d escape, while she tried to figure out how in the hell they were ever getting out of there.
***
“You need to relax, love.”
“ ‘M sorry…” he murmured. It was nearly impossible to relax, half undressed in a vampire’s bed, knowing Dahlia was locked up in the mansion somewhere, knowing the vampire had all sorts of control over him. Given that it was the middle of the day by now, Alastair wanted to get some sleep, and he wanted to be sure Silas didn’t leave his side.
He’d been cleaned up and given clean clothes before bed, and Alastair kept a tight grip on him. Silas didn’t want to face him, kept his back to his chest and just tried to go to sleep, but as always, Alastair could tell something was wrong. He sighed and sat up, looking down at Silas.
“You’re safe, little hunter. Your friend is safe. Everything is okay.” He told him. He didn’t feel okay. His body ached from the beating he’d received, his head hurt and eyes burned from crying so hard, in general he felt scared and hopeless and so very tired. He’d rather sleep on the hard floor than in bed with Alastair though.
“Um… Th-that’s what’s bothering me sir…” he said quietly. “Dahlia, her wrist is broken… she… she needs some sort of treatment…” Alastair seemed to consider this.
“I suppose you’re right.” He leaned down, kissing his forehead. “How about, if you be good for me, I’ll help her. Can you do that?” He asked.
“Yes sir…” he murmured, closing his eyes.
“Good boy…” the vampire kissed his cheek, his jaw, down his neck, he couldn’t relax, he couldn’t relax at all. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, holding his breath. Hands roamed his body freely, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, he had to be good. He’d never been grabbed and groped like this, he certainly never wanted to be. He tried to hug himself, cover himself somehow, but Alastair forced him on to his back and grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed.
This suddenly felt so much worse, the vampire straddling him. His lips pressed against his own, Silas didn’t even know how to kiss back, he almost felt embarrassed about that. He told himself to be good though, just be good and it would be over soon. Fangs scraped his lower lip, he wondered if it was on purpose. He squirmed uncomfortably, he didn’t like being straddled like this, but the vampire gripped his wrists harder. He kissed him hard, like he’d been wanting to do this for a long time, and when Silas didn’t reciprocate the way he was expected to he seemed to get angry.
“I-I’m sorry, I’ve never done this before…” he murmured when the vampire pulled away from him. His face was bright red, he felt so uncomfortable. The vampire just laughed, finally getting off him.
“Is that so? I wouldn’t expect that from someone who looks the way you do.” Silas relaxed somewhat, hoping the vampire would drop it. “Just relax love, I’ll take care of you.” He leaned down, kissing at his neck again, and Silas had no choice but to tilt his chin up and let him.
“W-why are you doing this…?” He murmured. It didn’t feel good to him, he felt even worse than before, and he didn’t see how Alastair could enjoy this.
“You only pull away because you associate touch with pain…” Alastair said softly, still uncomfortably close to his throat. “If you could associate it with, say, pleasure, then you wouldn’t have to be so scared all the time…” he kissed near his collarbone, hand trailing down his chest. Silas had to bite his lip, this was the worst feeling in the world, he almost wished it was pain, he’d take a vicious beating over this any day.
“I-I don’t… please, don’t do this…” he whimpered. “I can’t…” he finally jerked away as soon as he felt a hand between his legs, he couldn’t just lie there and take this, he had to stop it.
“Didn’t I tell you to be good?” He sat up, glaring down at him.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just, I can’t, I don’t want it to be like this, please, anything else, just not this.” He rambled, already feeling panic rise in his chest. He flinched when a hand wrapped around his throat, Alastair didn’t squeeze, just held him there, threatening to cut off his air at any moment.
“You do a lot of negotiating for someone in your situation.” He tightened his grip just slightly. “I have complete control over you, yet you think that you can decide when something is too far?”
“I-I’m sorry, sir, I’m so sorry..” he whined, fighting to stay put and not struggle against him. The vampire just tightened his grip more, Silas grabbed his wrist but he couldn’t move his hand at all.
“Not to mention, I’m trying to help you. Do you want to continue living in fear? Do you want to continue to suffer?” His grip tightened, he really couldn’t breathe now.
“N-no sir, I’m sorry sir!” He choked out.
“And I did tell you, you had to be good if you wanted to help your friend.” He just squeezed tighter and tighter, Silas feared he may break his neck. He gave up fighting the urge to struggle, he pushed against him, he fought and thrashed and did everything he could to escape but he wasn’t going anywhere until Alastair said so. “You know I wouldn’t have to hurt you if you’d just behave.” He finally let go as his vision began to fade, and when he did he harshly shoved him off the bed. “You can sleep down there tonight. If I find out that you left this room then your little friend will pay for it, understand?”
“Yes sir…” he murmured, curling up on the hard floor. It was cold, and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t in bed with Alastair, so he considered it an improvement. He stared across the room at the unlocked door. Alastair would fall asleep sooner or later, he’d be completely unsupervised. And yet, he found he didn’t have even the slightest urge to get up and leave.
