Oct 22, 2019
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Alright you guys, it’s been a fat minute but I’m happy to announce that the thirteenth chapter of An Additional Fuck You is up!
“This baby is a virus.”
Part Two of the series Huntin' Moms
*Not all prompts will have the same relationship, some are Dean x Reader, some are Sam x Reader, some are Cas x Reader, etc.
Prompt: “This baby is a virus.”
Word Count: 216
Relationship: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Morning Sickness, ABO Dynamics
Part 1
Pregnancy had been relatively rough so far. You were needy and found yourself crying all the time about the most random things. You had constant heart burn and sometimes every muscle in your boy hurt.
But the worst part of it all had to be the nausea. Yesterday Dean and Cas had been a witness to you drinking a glass of water only to have immediately puked it right back up into the glass. You found yourself kneeling over the toilet at all hours, day and night.
Much like right now, dry-heaving into the toilet again and again, ignoring Sam’s soothing whispers as he held your hair back. You wondered where they came up with the term “morning sickness” when it should really have been called something along the lines of “all-day sickness”.
You groaned and sat back up against your alpha, “This baby is a virus.”
“I know baby, I’m sorry,” Sam chuckled quietly behind you and wrapped his arms around you, one hand splayed out on your stomach. “Couple more weeks and you should stop getting sick so often.” He pulled you up onto your feet, “In the meantime, let’s go get you some peppermint tea. My mom said that used to work pretty well for her.”
“Well let’s pray it’ll work for me.”
Huntin’ Moms
Prompt: “Okay but can you check again because I just had a baby eight months ago and she is barely alive yet.”
Word Count: 600ish
Relationship: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy, Emotions, Alpha Beta Omega Dynamics
Note: In celebration(?) of recent events I decided to start a little drabble series based on prompts from the show Workin’ Moms (which is fucking amazing if you haven’t watched it I totally recommend it).
Read it on AO3
“Is everything cool down there?”
Dr. Smith took a good few moments before emerging behind the stirrups. She pulled the cloth down over your knees and scooted away to the counter to grab her clipboard. As she examined it with a blank face you started to grow worried.
“God, something’s wrong me isn’t there?” You thought over everything you had been feeling for the past couple of weeks. Tired, emotional, grumpy at the drop of the hat and losing your shit at the most random things the boys said or did. Dean told you that you’d been smelling weird lately, too, and if that wasn’t some concerning signs you didn’t know what was. You probably got some kind of weird uterus disease or perimenopause or some shit.
“Y/n,” You ignored your worries in favor of tuning in for the real answer, “you’re pregnant.”
You blinked. What the fuck did she just say? There was no way, she made a mistake. She had to have made a mistake.
“Umm, no,” you replied confidently.
She breathed a laugh and from her chart back at you, “Okay, I’ll try that again. You’re preg-”
“Okay but can you check again because I just had a baby eight months ago and she is barely alive yet.”
“The tests don’t lie, hun,” she said with a smile as she rolled over to you once more. “We’ll need to get an ultrasound done, do you want to hear the heartbeat.”
“Uh, no- no thanks. I’ll wait.”
---
Dean looked up from where he was studying as soon as you walked through the bunker door. He smiled when he saw you and the bag of snacks you had picked up on your way home.
“Hey, baby.” He pushed his lore off to the side and stood up to kiss you and pulled you into a hug, “Emma’s still with Sam, they’re on their way home. Should be a couple hours, though. How was your appointment?”
You didn’t say anything, you had nothing prepared and cursed yourself for not making up something to say on your half hour ride home. How were you supposed to tell him? One baby in a world like this was enough to stress about, but two? How were the two of you gonna deal with this?
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
Damn it, and fuck him for knowing how you feel at all times.
“I, uh.” You couldn’t tell him. Not yet. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Dean stared at you for a minute, you could feel his scolding just by the way he looked at you. Then he pulled you close and took a deep breath of your scent, trying to determine what your problem was.
You pushed away from him and started to pull out all the cholesterol-heavy snacks that you had picked up at the convenience store. Chips, pie (of course), a load of candy, coffee for Dean, and these weird little corn nut things you have been craving.
You sat down at one of the library tables and Dean followed, still eyeing you up and down.
“Y/n, what’s going on. You never keep shit to yourself, what’s bothering you? I can smell you, it’s a big deal.”
“God dammit, Dean,” you ripped into the corn nuts quickly and popped a couple in your mouth. You talked while crunching on those delicious little fuckers, “It’s not- it doesn’t matter. I don’t wanna talk about it, okay? God, these things are good.”
The emotion on Dean’s face shifted from concerned to confused in half a second, “What-what are you talking about, you hate those things. Well, you hate them unless you’re-”
You dropped the bag and looked up to meet your alpha’s wide, shocked eyes.
“Y/n are you-? You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
Tears started to prickle at the corners of your eyes, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. I didn’t even think I could have one this early after Emma and I- and I-”
“Hey, hey. Whoa, it’s okay. It’s hardly your fault.” He got up from where he was sitting across from you to come over and wraps his arms around you, “Y/n, it’s okay. We stopped the apocalypse, we can handle another baby.”
Making Home
Summary: The Winchesters take you in after the death of your family. Dean invades your nest on accident, and Sam yells at him and then comforts you in his own way…
Relationship: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 4000+
Tags: Angst, Abo Dynamics, Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam, Nesting, Fluff, Pre-Heat
You met the Winchesters after the death of your family.
They were disguised as FBI agents, asking too specific questions that you yourself had been taught and memorized long ago.
“It’s dead, you know,” you couldn’t help but blurt out to them the minute they began questioning you. They were obviously hunters and you weren’t going to waste their time.
Confusion and intrigue filled their eyes and their scents when you said that, but Sam had been the first to bite.
“What’s dead?” He asked.
You rolled your eyes, “The werewolf, you know? The one that killed my entire family?”
“How-” Dean started to question but you interrupted him.
“My father was a hunter for twenty years. You guys are asking some very obvious questions, you’re dressed in cheap suits, and you’re badges are fake.”
Awkward silence.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. Whoever made those did a very good job, but they’re still fake.”
The older hunter smiled, either amused at your bluntness or happy with his badge work.
“Uh, really, is-” Sam coughed awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
“Did you kill it?” Dean interrupted Sam.
“Yes.” You replied, tired of the questions.
It had been a long couple of days in that motel room. Empty bottles of Jameson littered the floor and the room reeked of depressed omega, a smell so potent that the men in front of you had no doubt smelled it when you first opened the door. The bed behind you was covered in random shirts and blankets, a makeshift nest you had been wallowing in for days.
“Awesome. Well, I guess our work here is done then.” Dean put his hand out for you to shake, “Dean Winchester, a pleasure.”
Sam smacked his hand away and lectured him quietly, something about insensitive and her family just died.
But you didn’t care what he was saying and you could barely pay attention to it because that name. Winchester. You knew it.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” you barked.
Sam looked at you, sympathetic, “I’m sorry he’s such a dic-”
“You’re the Winchester brothers?” You demanded an answer.
They gave eachother a look and Dean’s hands disapeard behind him.
“Do you know where I can find Bobby?”
Dean let go of his gun, hands moving to his sides once again. “I’m his niece. We haven’t seen him in years but when I was a kid.. my dad always told me to find him if something went wrong. If he was killed...”
Sam smelled worried, Dean smelled angry. Both scents hit you in the face, making you shift uncomfortably.
“He’s dean, isn’t he?”
They nodded and your heart dropped. You eyed the half-empty green bottle on the nightstand, willing yourself to feel nothing so your scent wouldn’t stink up the room anymore than it already had in their presence.
You knew Sam caught the glance, the next thing out of his mouth only confirmed it.
“Maybe you should stay with us for a little while,” the younger Winchester asked, or more like pleaded.
Dean gave him the what the fuck?? look but didn’t argue.
You laughed, “You, uh, you don’t want me staying with you. Not right now,” you gestured to the mess of the room surrounding you.
“It’s fine, Dean’s the messiest person I know and I manage,” Sam immediately argued.
“And I drink a lot.” They laughed at that, each muttering something along the lines of yeah, me too. “No, I mean a lot.” You pointed out the empty fifths littering the floor. They seemed to catch on.
“I’ll drink with you,” Dean assured you in a more comforting tone. “Come on, let’s get out of here, kiddo.”
---
Two weeks. It had been two weeks since the Winchesters had taken you in. The bunker was nice enough, comfortable. It made you feel safe, safer than you had ever felt in your life and a hell of a lot safer than you were used to.
Sam and Dean had been nice, nicer than you deserved. And Dean kept that promise on drinking with you.
Currently, though, the reality that you had absolutely no family left was feeling particularly hard today. Everything felt empty and pointless, and you begged yourself for escape from the constant depression.
So you did what you knew would help at least a little bit: building a nest.
You had been eyeing the small closet since the first day, contemplating. Normally you wouldn’t have hesitated making it, but the extra two alphas in your presence made it hard. What if they found the nest? How were you supposed to explain that to them? Oh, hey, sorry I marked the shit out of your closet and made the entire room smell like depressed, dying omega. Shit, my bad.
You thanked god himself for the existence of scent blockers. Without them, surely the boys would have kicked you out by now. You would have stunk up the entire bunker.
Sighing, you grabbed the blankets off your bed and headed for the closet.
---
“Hey, Y/n! I made burgers, you want one?” Dean walked up to your door, speaking loudly from the other side.
No answer.
“Y/n?” He asked again. “If you’re naked you gotta tell me now because I’m coming in,” he added after a few long moments.
He walked into the room hesitantly, looking down to avoid the possibility of you being naked. Still, no sign of you. In fact, the room was practically spotless. The blankets and pillows on your bed were gone and there were no empty bottle of whiskey like he would have expected. He spotted a couple dozen empty boxes of scent blockers in the trash next to your bed but you weren’t in sight.
“Y/n?” He asked again, growing concerned.
A shuffle was heard from the closet and Dean immediately whipped out his gun from where it stuck in the back of his jeans. He stared at the door, cautious, and then opened it slowly, the gun still pointed directly in front of him.
“Y/n?” He put it away as soon as he realized and knelt down to you.
You jumped back, dodging Dean’s hand when he reached out to you. You were surrounded by fluffy, white blankets and random articles of clothing. Underneath the strong, distressed omega scent was the smell of unfamiliar people. Most definitely an alpha and possibly another omega. The smell was faint but it was there and Dean could only guess you deceased family’s scent was buried in the nest somewhere.
“Hey,” he said softly, covering his nose with one hand to try and help with the smell. It was no use, though, the alpha in him was reacting to the prominent depressed omega scent. Without meaning to, he gagged. “What’s wrong, Y/n?”
“N-Nothing, I’m good,” you replied. Your voice was shaky and your body quivered to match it. You looked down at his hand, resting in the blankets of your nest. The idea of an alpha, even Dean, touching your nest made you uncomfortable.
He pulled his hand away and stared at you, “I lie professionally and I know when people are lying to me, Y/n. You are not okay.”
Tears formed in your eyes, “I’m sorry. I just- I nest when I’m nervous and I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I-I’m sorry-”
“Woah, Y/n, hey, it’s fine,” Dean said quickly. His eyes grew wide when you started to sob, “I- fuck. Do you want me to get Sam? I feel like he would be better at-”
“What?”
“No, you’re right I’m making this worse, aren’t I? Do you want me to leave? Should I leave?” He searched for some way to help.
“Please,” you agreed quickly.
“Okay.” Much to your relief he stood up and left the room.
---
“Sam!” Dean yelled as he walked into his brother’s room unannounced.
“Jesus, Dean! What?” Sam glared at his brother, demanding a reason for the sudden unwanted intrusion.
“Dude, something is seriously up with Y/n.”
“And what makes you say that, Dean? Did she eat your pie or something because you didn’t actually inform her of your rul-”
“No, I’m saying this because I just found her wallowing in her closet, buried in a nest that reeks of her dead family members,” Dean barked back. He was still uneasy and stressed from the unfortunate interaction.
“You what?” Sam stood up from his bed, now intrigued with Dean’s worry.
“I was looking for her because I made food and went to see if she wanted some and I walked into her room - yes, I did knock, and yell to see if she was in there before walking in - and all the shit of her bed was gone, the room is clean. I heard movement in the closet, got worried and pulled my gun out but when I opened it up, she was there, in the dark, crying.”
“You pulled a gun on her in her nest?!” Sam suddenly asked incredulously. “Dean!”
“I didn’t know she was in there!” Dean defended himself.
“Oh my god, Dean!”
“What?!”
“Do you know nothing about omegas?” Sam scolded, obviously angry.
“Not all of us took special classes about omega rights in a freaking ivy league college, Sam. What the hell did I do? What wrong?”
“Yeah, it was omega rights. Not anatomy you fucking moron! You’re supposed to learn that stuff in school and like- in life! How have you been with this many omegas and know nothing?” Sam threw a t-shirt on, having previously just been laying in bed reading a book. Dean glared at him. “Omegas make nests to feel safe and content. Her entire family is dead. Her father, uncle, and sister were just killed, in front of her, all in one day. It hasn’t even been a month since then, of course she’s nesting! She was just pulled from everything she knew into a strange place with two strange new alphas constantly around.”
“I’m still not seeing why you’re mad at me,” Dean deadpanned.
“Because that nest is probably the only place where she felt even remotely safe this entire time and you just pulled a gun on her. A random alpha intruding her nest would be enough to compromise it, but on top of that you pulled a gun on her! How do you think she feels right about now?”
Dean sighed, “Fuck.”
“Yeah. Fuck.” Sam agreed, pacing anxiously as he continued to scold his brother.
“What do we do?” Dean asked.
“We can’t do anything but wait until she comes out of her room.”
---
Four Hours Later
You walked out of your room in a new pair of clothes and covered in scent blockers. You headed straight for the showers, needing to be as odorless as possible before confronting the alphas after that embarrassing encounter earlier today.
You put music on as loud as it would go and got into the shower, sighing as the hot water hit your back. Desperate to as much of that depressed scent off of you, you grabbed your new scent blocking shower gel and scrubbed it all over you.
You had a plan: Scent blocking body wash, shampoo your hair, condition, shave legs, more body was. You wanted to get in and out quick so you could get something to eat because apparently sitting in that closet for some reason made you extremely hungry.
So you had a plan.
---
“Oh, fuck,” an involuntary moan was pulled loudly from your lips, your head falling back against the tiles of the shower wall. You hand was moving furiously against your clit, pleasure coursing through you as you balanced on the edge of orgasm.
This was not your plan.
“Oh my god, fuck,” one of your hands cupped against a breast, the other working hard to get you off. Your head was cloudy with lust and your were positively desperate to reach orgasm already.
You tried to picture something, anything that would push you over the edge. Your mind pictured a big, fat knot, connected to a hot alpha body. The alpha was naked, abs protruding and tanned all over. You imagined his mouth, his growl.
You were so close, legs shaking, letting out desperate please. You continued to pictured him, him moving his hand against his length, fingers gripping a half-formed knot. You could picture his mouth hot against yours, teeth scraping against your neck. Hair, brown and long, scratching you chin as he continued to kiss down your body.
Brown and long hair. Sam’s face connected to the imaginary alpha’s body. Sam. Why were you picturing Sam?
Whatever the reason, it pushed you over the edge and into one of the most satisfying orgasms you’ve had in a while.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” you rode out your climax, easing the pressure and slowing the divine little circles around your clit.
Finished, now you stood on shaky legs and continued to wash the conditioner out of your hair.
---
When you made it to the kitchen Sam was sitting the the table. He looked up only to glance at you and then down back at the book in his hands.
“You know, you uh, scared the shit out of Dean earlier-”
“Fuck, I know. I’m sorry I swear I’m not usually like that. I don’t know why I’m acting like this and-”
“Woah, hey,” Sam interrupted, closing his book and placing it on the table. “First of all, you have nothing to apologize for. If anything, Dean owes you an apology. He had no right to barge in on you like that. Second, Y/n, you’re allowed to freak out. You’re grieving, it’s fine. Dean and I have done our fair share of dealing with people’s deaths in our life, we know how it goes,” the alpha said. He stood up and walked towards the fridge.
You immediately went for the liquor cabinet, reaching for your usual. You heard the padding of Sam’s feet and the door of the microwave closing as you poured yourself a drink.
About a minute went by before the microwave went off and by then the kitchen had been filled with an amazing, mouth-watering scent that made your stomach growl. Seriously, why were you so hungry?
Sam grabbed the plate from the microwave and handed it to you.
“Dean’s an idiot but he makes good burgers,” he said, brushing past you close enough for you to get a whiff of his scent. The smell somehow made you feel calm, tame, but you brushed off the feeling after looking at what was down on your plate. “They even taste good after being microwaved.”
It looked and smelled magnificent and you had to catch yourself from moaning at the sight. You sat down next to Sam, who had picked up his book and continued reading.
You took a bite, now not able to control yourself. You let out a small moan in between bites. It was salty and smokey and exactly what you fucking needed right now.
Sam smiled at your delight, “That’s basically exactly how I feel every time he makes those.”
You ate the rest of it while he read his book, content in the easing smell of happy alpha and cheeseburgers. You relaxed for a minute.
---
“This might be a, uh, weird question.. but do you have a shirt I can borrow? This one is like, the only one not drenched in the smell of death but it’s also has a bunch of blood splattered on it. I was gonna ask Dean because you’re like, gigantic, but he’s passed out on the couch,” you said awkwardly.
Sam laughed, “You know we have a washer and dryer, right?”
“I did not know that.”
He laughed again, “Okay, well I’ll show you where they are tomorrow. In the mean time, you can borrow one of my shirts. Come on.”
He led you down the halls and into his room. There, his scent was everywhere. It was strong and caught you off guard, but it smelled amazing. It made your mouth water and you wondered wondered briefly why you were so attracted to his scent.
And then it hit you.
“Oh my god,” you said in utter disbelief.
Sam turned around, “What?”
“Oh my god,” you groaned in annoyance.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m in pre-heat,” you said quietly, too quietly for him to hear. It explained it all: the emotions, the hormones, the hunger, and the mid-shower masturbation session.
“You’re what?” Sam asked, concerned now.
“What day is it?”
“The 14th, why?”
“I’m due for a heat on the 20th, fuck.” All the pieces were being put together, “That’s why I’m being a little bitch-”
“You’re not being a little bit-”
“Yes, I really am. I’m being all emotional because my hormones are fucked, and that’s why I freaked out on Dean. And the freaking nest, and, fuck, that explains the shower and your smell.”
“What happened in the shower?” Was the younger hunter’s first question. “What about the way I smell?” Was his second, sniffing himself.
“I can’t believe I forgot about it,” you said. You paced his room, deep in thought.
“What happened in the shower?” he asked again.
You laughed, “A lot,” is all you said.
He sniffed himself again, “Do I smell bad or something?”
“No, no!” You said quickly. “You smell fucking fantastic,” Sam’s eyebrows rose in question and he looked down at the shirt in his hand.
“That’s not why I wanted the shirt! I really do have blood on this shirt, look,” you pointed to the dark brownish red stain across the front of your shirt.
He handed the shirt to you.
“I believe you,” he said, smirking.
Dean, Shut the Fuck Up
Summary: You've been snappy for the past week, mean and unrelenting on your mate, Dean. It's your pre-heat. The bunker is a new environment and you had never spent a heat with him before. You didn't know why were were acting the way you were but you were being mean and it was making your mate sad. You needed to fix this.
Relationship: Dean Winchester x You
Word Count: 1400
Tags: Abo Dynamics, Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean, Pre-Heat, Arguing, Angst, Fluff
Read it on Ao3
“Dean, shut the fuck up.”
Silence.
More silence.
Sam’s eyes were on you, you didn’t even have to look at the alpha to see the evident shock on his face.
Cas shifted uncomfortably, and you knew he wished at this time he still had his wings so he could leave in awkward situations such as this.
You didn’t dare look at Dean. You stared at his knuckles, gripped so hard against the wheel they were white.
They weren’t like that a second ago, and neither was the putrid scent of a sad, angry alpha.
The sadness bothered you, you could deal with the anger.
You wish you hadn’t said it. You regretted it the second it came out of your mouth. Stupid fucking hormones. You were gonna have to cough up to the inevitable soon. For now, though, you needed to fix this.
“I’m sorry,” your voice was quiet, submissive, and filled with emotion.
He blinked. More silence.
Sam and Cas kept their mouths shut, trying their best to ignore the overwhelming amount of scents piling into the car. They knew better than to interfere.
Dean didn’t react, he didn’t say anything. His eyes kept fixed on the road and knuckles wrapped tight over the steering wheel.
The silent treatment made you feel insecure, you wanted him to speak now. Hell, you never wanted him to stop speaking. It’s just the loudness, the amount of speaking, and how much attention you had to pay. It was overwhelming. Sounds, smells, everything was too overwhelming right now and it caused you to lash out. More often than not, Dean was the victim lately and you could barely handle the guilt of it all anymore.
“I’m sorry,” you blurted it out again. A little louder this time, more panic than not in your voice.
When his face hardened even more and the once faint scent of anger spiked into rage you ducked your head in submission. You pushed yourself into the corner of passenger seat, looking down. God, that smell was horrific. It was making you nauseous.
“Dean-”
“No, Y/n. We’re playing the fucking quiet game.”
The dominance in his voice made you whine.
He’s so mad, he’s so done with your shit. He’s tired of you. He couldn’t handle you anymore, he was going to leave you.
You could feel your breathing start to pick up.
He’s so mad. You’ve been so bad, such a terrible omega.
“Dean,” Sam warned his brother. You squirmed in your seat at the sound of another mad alpha.
Dean’s scent was violently angry now, “No, Sam.”
Oh god.
“Dean… Please-”
“Please what, Y/n? What is it that you need from me? Because you don’t seem to want fucking anything from me lately, maybe other than to use as a verbal god damn punching bag.”
“Can you-”
“Can I what, Y/n? Leave you alone? Stop touching you? Shut the fuck up?” He was throwing your own words back at you, everything mean you had said to him in your outbursts caused by your pre-heat conditions. “What?”
You threw your hand over you mouth, “Pull over.” You gagged, not able to handle the scent anymore.
Dean finally, finally looked at you, watching as you gag once again and swallow. You were trying your best not to puke in Baby, worried what Dean might do if you happened to get vomit on the interior.
Dean swerved and slowed the car to a stop just in time for you to throw your door open, emptying the little contents of your stomach onto the grass below. You choked and dry-heaved there for a minute, gagging each time a wave of Dean’s scent exited the car through your open door.
You felt the seat move and Dean’s warm hand on your back not a minute later. Without even thinking, letting your instincts take over instead of your common sense, you shied away from his touch, flinching at the initial contact. He sighed, loud and defeated and scooted away from you once again.
Cas, beautiful, scentless, emotionless Cas came out of the car and kneeled in front of you. He handed you the napkin from his pocket and gave you a quizzical stare.
“You know what’s happening, don’t ignore it. It’s unhealthy,” the angel scolded you. He stood up and climbed into the car.
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The ride back was extremely intense. There was no talking, and no moving other than the car itself on the blank highway. Dean wasn’t angry anymore, just sad. Which was arguably worse and more uncomfortable than before.
You had been trying your best not to cry the whole way back to the bunker, biting your lip and willing yourself just to hold on a little longer. So when you did get back home your first priority was to hole yourself up in your room and regret everything you’ve ever said and done while sobbing until you fall asleep.
And that’s exactly what you did. Except your instincts took over and instead of a comfortable nap in your bed before going to talk to Dean, you ended up in a pile of sheets, blankets, and pillows on the floor in the corner. After getting through your sob session you fell asleep in that makeshift nest.
What woke up was a couple of soft knocks and the tell tale scent of your alpha entering the room. You looked up from your nest, watching his eyes glance, confused, from your bed to the floor.
When he looked at you his expression turned soft. He took a couple of slow steps toward you and knelt down.
“N-no, Dean,” you warned him from touching. It wasn’t right yet, he couldn't be inside the nest yet. It needed to be fixed, you needed more time.
Much to Dean’s surprise, you growled when he put his hand out to touch you. He looked taken aback, hurt, but that didn’t stop him.
He reached for you again. Slowly, he tried to pet your hair.
In an instant you lost your control and practically barked at him. You threw hands, scratching the arm threatening to touch you. Snarling, you pushed yourself as far against the wall, as far away from him, as you could.
Dean go up quickly, practically running out of the room. He looked like he was going to cry.
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It took eight hours for you to force yourself out of your nest. It was three in the morning and the bunker was dark and dead silent when you stepped out into the hallway.
You didn’t care what time it was, though. You had a mission. You needed to confess to Dean what was really going on, confess to the thing you hated so much but could never ignore for long.
You stood in front of his door, trying to think of a way to tell him. Would he even listen at this point? Did he even care anymore? You had been so abusive the past week, you couldn’t imagine him forgiving you.
But you had to explain yourself to him no matter the reaction, he deserved an answer.
So without another thought you walked in.
Immediately, of course, the hunter awoke, pulling a gun from beneath his pillow and pointing it directly at you. You flinched and flicked the lights on, revealing yourself.
“Y/n?” His voice was deep with sleep, but not anger.
You immediately burst out into tears, “I’m sorry, imsorry.”
“Baby, what’s going on? C’mere, please.”
You practically leapt into his bed, wrapping your arms around him. You shoved your face into his neck and cried, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The hesitation Dean had to touch you made you cry even harder, you were more than relieved when he gave in and those familiar hands sifted through your hair.
“I-I’m in pre-heat. I don’t know why I’m a-acting like this, I’m sorry.”
“Oh baby,” Dean hugged you close. “Omega, it’s okay. You should have told me. It’s fine, you can’t help it. I’ve just never been around an omega in pre-heat, I had no idea.”
“I’m sorry-y,” you hiccuped.
“Y/n, it’s okay. It’s fine, you’re fine. You wanna sleep with me tonight? Are you up for that?”
You just hugged him tighter in response and the alpha pulled the covers over you, wrapping his hands around your body. You breathed in relief, thankful you were finally enjoying your mate’s touches once again.
Seemingly Insignificant
Summary: “It wasn’t until a couple months later that you knew you needed to find that arrogant bastard and meet him at least one more time, if only to inform.”
Relationship: Dean Winchester x Reader
Tags: Unplanned pregnancy, Fluff
Word Count: About 2000
Read it on AO3
You first met Dean in a greasy bar in Sioux Falls, North Dakota.
At first sight, you hated him. He was obviously a fed, and a dick. Neither of which you chose to waste your time on, even if he was pretty damn handsome. You watched him from afar, sitting in a booth across from the bar and thinking with curiosity. Why was the FBI in town?
It must have been Amanda. The poor thing was found strangled to death in her dorm room. You didn’t know her well, she lived a few blocks away from you. But, from the interactions you did have with the girl, you know in your heart she didn’t deserve what she got. It must have been some psychotic prick lurking the girls fraternity. Disgusting.
Girls had been attacked before of course, it was a college. But no one had ever been murdered in the history of Falls University. It was big, everyone talked about it when it first happened.
But it had been weeks since the horrific event, so why did they care now?
“Hey, uh. You happen to know a girl by the name of Amanda Reed?”
You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts by a hard voice. When you looked up, the federal agent was in front of you, green eyes full of question. He look semi-dedicated to his mission but more focused on getting your attention.
You played along.
Two beers, three whiskeys, and a shot of tequila later you were moaning his name (which was Dean, apparently) back at your apartment two blocks from the bar you started at.
Though he looked like a dick he…. Well, he actually was one. He was really fucking rude and talked like he knew everything, but you ignored that fact in favor of his actual dick which was fucking divine. Made up for it, even.
Though he wasn’t good enough for you to regret when he got up at four in the morning and threw on his jeans. He gave you a quick kiss and walked out the door and you never expected to him again. You didn’t want to see him again, you didn’t have any desire to pursue something with a dumb cop.
-
It wasn’t until a couple months later that you knew you needed to find that arrogant bastard and meet him at least one more time, if only to inform.
The time you went to Taco Bell those couple weeks ago and ate three five-layer burritos and a supreme nacho as your dearest coworker, Kevin, watched in awe didn’t seem that weird. You were just hungry. The time you passed out watching tv at six in the evening and woke up at noon wasn’t weird, and neither was the next couple days when you did the same exact thing. You were just tired.
It wasn’t until you started puking in the mornings, when you started avoiding food and smells you once loved, when you were suddenly missing two periods in a row, that you realized.
You were pregnant, the two stupid little lines on the stupid plastic stick that you bought from the stupid convenience store down the road only confirmed it.
And since you didn’t do dumb things like hook ups with mysterious assholes often, you knew exactly who the father was. Now, you were on a mission to find the prick and break the news.
-
As it turns out, finding him was very hard. You would think tracking down a federal agent would be easy. How were they supposed to serve the people if you couldn’t find them for fucks sake.
What if you had new information on Amanda? How would they ever know? It was all very frustrating.
You contacted every office you could, he couldn’t be found. None of them had heard of a Dean Dills no matter how hard you looked and you were starting to give up hope. In the two months since you saw him, something must have changed. He obviously wasn’t working for the feds anymore. Which was kind of weird.
A month and a half later on a Thursday you were given something very useful. You were out with a couple girls and Kevin from work, they were drinking and you weren’t but you were having a good time anyways. Somewhere in the conversation Dean was brought up, you were very obviously pregnant now and everyone was curious and you knew it.
“I don’t know, you guys. Some agent that come through here a while back. I can’t find him, it’s fine.” You accepted the single parent status as soon as you realized you were pregnant with a hook-ups baby, and a dick at that.
“What was his name? You can probably call up and-”
You helped yourself from rolling your eyes. Of course you looked him up. Of course you called.
“Dean Dills. Already did.”
They were just trying to help but you had gone through enough work looking for him and he wasn’t to be found. You were done with it already.
“Did you say Dills? FBI?” The bartender spoke up from a foot away, investing in a conversation she had clearly been eavesdropping in on. “Tall, dark, and handsome?”
Shocked, you spoke, “...Yeah?”
“He was working on Amanda’s case. He questioned me about it. Left a card, told me to call if I remembered something.”
“Well, do you still have it?!” Jo spoke up next to you, enthralled in the drama of it all. She was your best friend of a few years, her mother took you in when you were a homeless teenager and the both of you had been sisters since.
“Yeah, it’s in the office. I’ll go get it for you.”
You didn’t get your hopes up. This man wasn’t an agent anymore and that means there was a 50/50 chance his number was still working. Even if he did pick up you weren’t confident he would remember you, both of you were pretty drunk at the time and it had been almost four months.
“Here you go, hun. Good luck,” the bartender gave you a sympathetic smile and then worked her way down the bar to help a customer.
-
And then there you were, sitting on the edge of your bed with your phone shaking in your hands. The call was on speaker phone and it was ringing loudly.
You almost thought he wouldn’t picked up. Then, a familiar rough voice spoke from the other end, “...Hello?”
“Dean?”
He must have been used to urgent phone calls because he made it down to your apartment in a couple hours, speeding from the state over he told you he was in. The Impala was loud when it rolled in and he looked tired when he came up to the door.
He was only able to knock once before you swung the door open, “Holy shit.” being the first dumb thing to slide out of your mouth.
“Uhh, yeah? You called, I came. What’s the crisis?”
“Come in, let me show you.”
Dean followed blindly, “What, you got a body in here or something?” It almost sounded like a joke but his tone was far from amused.
When you closed the door behind you he turned and looked at you, waiting for an answer.
You couldn’t tell him, the words wouldn’t come out of you mouth. So you stripped yourself of the baggy, maroon sweater you were wearing, revealing your bump through the thin tank top beneath it.
Dean took many deep breaths and stared at your abdomen with question, “Well… I’ll be damned.”
He didn’t seem as surprised as you’d expected and he sure as hell wasn’t as surprised as you had been but the shock was evident on his face for at least a brief second. And then it was just down right worried.
You thought it was because of the baby, he didn’t want it. Didn’t want to take care of it.
But then he told you about it, about everything. Why he was in town those couple of days, why you couldn’t contact him and why he didn’t seem to exist (his last name was actually Winchester, you had figured out sometime later). And then he explain what he did for a living.
And then you lived it.
One day you had a life. A job, friends, and an apartment. The next day you had nothing but the Winchester brothers and the baby you carried.
Demons had killed Kevin and you were next. If it wasn’t for Sam, Dean’s brother and your newfound friend, you and the baby would have died. The giant hunter had killed your threat with a large, detailed knife and you were more than thankful for it.
Now you had no choice but to live life on the road with the Winchesters, it was the safest option for everyone involved. Your name was out there and apparently all of hell new you carried Dean’s baby. Which was not a good thing for you, you had found out.
-
For the most part, though, you enjoyed it for the most part. The baby like burgers, you found out. There had been more than one occasion that you woke Dean or Sam up in the middle of the night to drive you to the nearest fast food place. They were always happy to do it, Dean got a burger for himself too half the time.
You found out soon that the Winchesters were very patient people. They worked you through the grief of losing one of your best friends and helped you breathe through every panic attack you had, onset of the discovery of a new monster.
Hell, Dean had even shushed you through the time you had puked on him in the middle of the night. He swore up and down it was his fault anyways, because he wrapped an arm around you when you were trying to get up out of bed and that’s why you didn’t make it. You still cried and apologized through the mess off peeling his puke-covered clothes and getting new sheets for the bed from the front desk. Sam took care of the mess and Dean dragged you into the shower with him to clean and calm you down.
You were thankful for him.
He collected stuff for the baby too. Half the time there was no room for anyone in the back of the Impala. It was cute, really. Whenever he went to the store and saw something he liked for the “little bean” he grabbed it. He stocked up on diapers and clothes and toys and smiled every time he showed you something new.
And Bobby complained every time Dean dropped more crap off at his house but if the old man was being honest, he was excited for his pseudo-grandchild to come. You liked Bobby too, he seemed like a hell of a better father than yours had ever been and it sounded like Dean and Sam could agree on that front.
Sam was fascinated with the little ones kicks. You got excited every time they started up because the smile on Sam’s face when he sprawled his giant hand over your stomach and felt his niece or nephew kick at him was possibly one of the most adorable things you could witness on a daily basis.
They were happy with you and with the baby and you couldn’t be more happy with them.
And when the baby did come, it came naturally in the back of the Impala on a deserted highway weeks before your due date You were all scared when it happened, Dean probably more than anyone. But you got through it and then you had a beautiful baby girl.
Her name? Mary Rosalie Winchester. The boys were more than thrilled.
Take the Heat
Chapter Two
Summary: Dean is sent to Sioux Falls Mixed-Gender Correctional Prison to live out his ten year sentence.
Tags: Russian Mafia, Gangster!Cas, Alpha!Cas, Omega!Dean, True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat
Relationship: Castiel Krushnic x Dean Winchester
Read it on AO3
Written for last years spnabobingo and spnkinkbingo lol
They didn’t leave the cell that night, not using any of the free time they had been given to go outside or roam the area. Dean didn’t really see why he should leave the cell at all other than to acquire food, it was just safer to stay there.
Around seven an alpha Dean had recognized from sitting with them at the table came over and began to talk to Castiel in Russian.The alpha was on his way to his own cell and Castiel gave him a couple of orders in their native tongue. The follower nodded with nervous eyes. Dean assumed it was about Alistair but he didn’t ask. He didn’t want to know.
He barely slept through the night, eyes wide open and burning as he thought about the people he had met earlier that day, and they mess that he had gotten himself into. He was now, in more ways than one, attached to the Russian crime syndicate. More than one high-ranking alpha was interested in him, and he was the focus of everyone’s attention.
Above all, his face hurt like a bitch. He had been pushed around in his life, but he had never had someone bash his head into a wall before. And he never wanted it to happen again. Though with the way things were looking he wasn’t too sure he had a choice in the matter.
“Why aren’t you asleep, pup?” The alpha’s rough voice startled him.
He sighed, maneuvering himself onto his stomach, leaning down over the bed to look at Castiel, “Why aren’t you asleep?” It wasn’t like it was the alpha’s first day, he should be used to sleeping in the cell by now.
“Because you keep squirming around up there,” the alpha complained.
Dean rolled his eyes, “Liar. What’s your mind? What’s got the big bad Russian alpha up at night?”
The alpha let out an exasperated sigh, “You are very obnoxious, you know that?” Dean smiled because yes, he did know. Sammy and his father had told him frequently. “I was just thinking about your earlier interaction. I’m furious.”
“Don’t like people touching what’s yours, alpha?” Dean said, knowing full well that he was testing some boundaries by teasing Castiel.
“You know, I may have a lot more control than the other alphas in this joint, but I do recall telling you not to test me.”
Dean laughed, about to say something when he heard a loud, angry shout from the cell next to him, “Would you guys either fuck or shut the fuck up?! ” Dean pulled away from the edge and laid back down on his bed, glad that it was too dark for the alpha to see him blushing.
“Like I said, puppy, if you want to be my omega it can be arranged,” the alpha said smoothly. Dean could hear him pulling the covers back over his body.
“Shut up,” Dean said quickly. “I ain’t your bitch.” He tried to ignore the pet name Castiel had given him. He didn’t understand why the alpha called him that, but it was clear he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
“Go to bed, Dean,” Castiel said. “You’re going to wake up sore.”
He was right, his face and body felt like shit and the morning wasn’t going to be fun either. For now, he tried to fall asleep. Not because the alpha said so, though. He didn’t follow orders from anyone but his father.
In the morning Castiel urged him down to the showers. He followed the alpha hesitantly, this was the part he was most nervous about. Being naked and vulnerable around a bunch of naked, horny alphas wasn’t a good time for him. Castiel assured him, a look of seriousness in his face, that no one would be fucking with him.
There was a line to wait for the showers, they stripped and grabbed towels as they waited. Castiel quietly pointed out other members of gangs: who to look out for, who was friends. The alpha made him shower first, watching to make sure no one touched or even so much as looked at Dean.
Dean noticed an alpha approaching him with a smile, “I heard about Alistair, was that you? Because kudos, brother.”
Castiel frowned at him, his eyes flicking from the alpha in front of him to the omega in the shower, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The alpha - Benny - started to walk away with a grin, “I’m just sayin’ is all. You’re good, Krushnic. Very good.”
Dean heard every word, wondering what the hell happened to Alistair between dinner yesterday and now. He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, the alpha following behind him. Dean dried off in the corner as Castiel showered quickly, returning by his side in record time.
He was wondering if the alpha was starting to get a bit possessive of him.
Dean tried not to look down but he couldn’t help but glance. The alpha’s cock was huge , Dean bit his lip and looked up. He wouldn’t let himself react.
Okay, okay, maybe he was a little bit attracted to the alpha.
Castiel threw his orange scrubs on, leaning in to whisper into the omega’s ear.
“All you need to do is ask, Dean,” he purred. The omega almost asked ‘for what’ before the smell of Castiel hit him. He leaned into the alpha, much to Castiel’s surprise, taking a long, deep breath of his scent.
The alpha smelled good, really good. Without the blockers or the smell of the cell, Dean could scent pure Castiel, pure alpha. He shuttered, taking another breath as he shoved his face into the alpha’s neck. He felt himself become flush, Castiel’s breath hitching at the unexpected attention from the omega.
Dean pulled back, looking around knowing that there were eyes drilling into him. Alphas all surrounded and stared at the both of them, some hard as a rock at the display of affection.
Dean didn’t have time to think about it before he felt the temperature of his body heating up. Beads of sweat were forming at his forehead, and his breathing became erratic.
Castiel’s nostrils flared at the scent of slick. He grabbed the omega and threw him in the corner in defense against the alphas gravitating towards him.
“Cas…” In any other situation Castiel would have teased the omega for using the nickname.
The omega whined at him.
“Cas?”
“Dean, put your pants on,” the alpha demanded, shoving an identical pair of orange pants as the ones he was wearing into the omega’s hand. Dean whined at the feeling of the fabric, too stiff and scratchy against his skin. “Dean, I understand they don’t feel that great but I need you to put your pants on now.”
Castiel used his alpha voice, Dean whimpered and immediately stepped into the uncomfortable pants. The alpha had him in the corner still. He faced the omega, watching as he put his clothes on, “Good boy.”
Dean didn’t feel like a good boy. Cas was mad. There was anger seeping into his scent and it was making squirm. He was yelling and Dean couldn’t pay enough attention to understand why, everything was so distant.
“Alex, Alfie, Dominic,” he shouted
The alphas were front and center in less than a second, nodding at their boss because they already knew what to do. Their eyes reddened at the smell of heat, but none of them made any advances on the omega.
Others were advancing, though. Every alpha in the room started him down like he was gonna be their next meal.
Dean wouldn’t let go of the alpha’s arm or move even a fraction of an inch away from him, “W-what the fuck. What…”
“You’re in heat, puppy,” the alpha told him. He gave Castiel an incredulous look but didn’t let go.
“N-no, I’m not. They injected me with suppressants yesterday, it’s supposed to last a month,” he tried to argue. He couldn’t go into heat on his second day, he wouldn’t. Castiel shook his head at the omega as he guided him through the room. The three alphas followed by their side and behind, shooting a deadly glare and holding up a fist to anyone who dared come near.
“True mates don’t play by the rules, pup,” Castiel said. True mates? Is that what was happening?
What are the fucking odds that he would end up in the same cell as his true mate.
When they made it out of the bathroom, Alfie got ahold of a guard, who laughed in his face, “This facilities got the best suppressants money can buy, ain’t no omega going into heat here.”
When Castiel and Dean came into view, the amusement drained.
“We need a heat room.”
Dean’s scent flooded the place, making every alpha in the room turn his head.
“Uh,” the guard said stupidly. “Shit, okay follow me.”
They followed the guard through the hallway and into the warden’s room, who was shocked to say the least. By law, they had to supply Dean with a heat room and a partner of his choosing or toys if he didn’t want a partner. Not in the history of the prison had an omega gone into a true mate heat, but they had an old heat room in the second building just in case.
They moved Castiel and Dean to the room. The omega looked red and sickly. Alphas around them growled and complained, why did Castiel Krushnic get an omega in heat while the rest of them had to suffer?
Dean was clawing into the alpha’s skin and whining at him by the time they got to the room. The guard hasilty locked it shut behind them. Castiel turned to his omega and shushed him, “It’s okay, puppy. It’s alright, I’m here.”
“Cas, it hurts,” Dean whimpered as the alpha pushed him back onto the bed. Castiel crawled on top of him, his hands running down the sides of the omega’s body in attempts at soothing him.
“I know, it’s okay,” he cooed. “I’m gonna make you feel better.”
He wasted no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of the omega’s pants and pulling them off in one quick motion. Dean moaned at the breeze against his hole, his entrance dripping with slick and clenching painfully around nothing. He squirmed at the feeling of Cas’ hands all around him, slick dripping down his thighs when the alpha squeezed his cheeks together.
“Knot,” Dean choked. Castiel licked a long stripe up his neck. The omega shuttered thinking about what the alpha’s bite might feel like. “Need your knot, please.”
Dean had never spent a heat with an alpha. A couple of omegas, sure, and a beta that one time. But never an alpha. He heard they were intense. Better than a beta, omega, and certainly better than doing it alone but intense nonetheless. And he assumed a true mate heat would amplify that even more so.
Right now he felt like his body was on fire, except for where the alpha’s hands that were placed on his ass and the tongue on his neck. Castiel’s touch cooled him down and cleared some of the confusion fogging his brain.
He winced at the familiar discomfort of his heat, making his muscles cramp and his stomach hurt. “Castiel, please,” he whined. His body was screaming for him: his scent, his touch, his perfect fucking knot. He was gravitating towards the alpha, trying to get as close to him as possible.
Castiel smirked, his hands wrapping around the omega’s hips and pushing him down onto the mattress. He shoved his own pants off, throwing them somewhere across the room.
Dean moaned at the feeling of Castiel’s naked body against his own, finally getting the touch he was looking for.
“You’re so good, Dean. My omega,” Castiel’s fingers trailed to his crack, slipping through all of the messy slick. The tip of his index finger circled the omega’s entrance, earning a high-pitched whine from the younger man.
“Yours, Cas,” he insisted. He wanted to get the alpha revved up, wiggling his hips and moaning in hopes of getting things going along a little faster.
The omega gasped when the finger entered him, his hips involuntarily bucking off the bed in Castiel's grip. The digit moved inside him easily, slipping into the wet heat. Another finger followed no long after that, adding a little more friction to the mix.
The omega moaned into Castiel’s mouth, panting as the alpha kissed him. His fingers moved slowly inside of Dean, stretching and scissoring the omega open.
Dean cried out when the alpha’s fingers brushed past that sensitive nub inside him, a high-pitched whine escaping his mouth. Castiel smiled, pressing hard against that sweet spot, grinding in little circles as the omega thrashed in his grip.
No alpha ever fucked him this good, nor beta or omega. Dean could barely breath with the way the alpha’s fingers curved and thrusted inside him, his head thrown back against the pillow, mouth hung open.
It surprised the both of them when Dean’s come spurted between their stomachs, the omega spasming beneath Castiel with a whine, “Alph-ha-a.”He bucked as Castiel’s other hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him in rhythm with his fingers.
A minute or so went by and then the hands on and inside of him quickly disappeared. He whined at the sudden change.
“Touch me,” he begged.
Castiel shushed him from somewhere nearby, but he didn’t have the energy to get up and see where it was coming from. He only whimpered, reaching out to touch something, anything.
“I’m just getting a condom, sweet boy,” he told the omega.
On any other day he would have snapped at the alpha for calling him that. Dean Winchester was a grown man, damn it, before prison he worked, paid bills, had sex, and didn’t once demonstrate any such characteristics of being a ‘sweet boy’. But today he let it pass because a condom meant Castiel was gonna fuck him, was going to knot him, and Dean was desperate for a knot. If he needed to be a sweet boy to get that then so help him, he was going play along.
“Yes, please Cas. W-wanna be a good boy, wanna be yours,” he clawed at the man’s arms when the alpha came back into view, trying to pull the alpha down.
“You are mine, pup, let me show you.” Dean moaned when fingers entered him once again. He felt Castiel’s body shift against his own, his fingers pumping in and out as he worked his way down. Dean felt one arm move under his knees, pushing the omega’s legs up to his chest.
“What are you doing?” Dean asked, voice rough.
Castiel’s answer was in the form of thick, wet tongue pressing circling Dean’s entrance. Dean arched into the touch, letting out a broken whimper, “Oh fucking fuck-ing fuck.”
Dean could barely breathe with the feeling of Cas’ tongue inside him. He was crying out at the sensation of the alpha sucking his sensitive rim, lips locked around it. Tears collected in his eyes, it was too overwhelming, too fucking good . He was thankful for omega’s lack of refractory period in this moment, or else he’s not sure if he would be able to handle it.
“Cas, Cas, Cas,” he chanted with every swipe of the alpha’s tongue. “Please, I’m ready. I need you to fuck me. Please.”
He almost thought the alpha didn’t hear him, his ministrations didn’t falter, his tongue digging even deeper into Dean’s ass. The omega moaned and whined and begged until Castiel finally, finally gave in.
“Want my knot, ‘mega?” He ripped open the condom with his teeth and growled into the Dean’s ear.
Yes, yes he wanted it.
“So bad, alpha. Want you,” the omega begged. “Gonna be so good, so good for you. Please.”
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, his fever become more apparent to the alpha. He wiped the tears off Dean’s cheek and leaned in to give him a kiss.
“I know you will,” Castiel purred.
Dean gasped when he felt the alpha line up with his hole, throwing his head back as the alpha ever so slowly sheathed himself inside. He groaned at the feeling of Dean’s hole hot and tight around him. Dean moaned as his hole opened up to Castiel. Even with all the preparation the alpha’s cock still posed a stretch, but Dean didn’t mind, he enjoyed the tinge of pain it added to every thrust.
Castiel moved his hips slowly, pressing in and out of Dean with a restrained rhythm. Dean looked as relaxed as Castiel had ever seen him, his eyes rolling back, hands buried in the sheets. Dean was relieved when he felt his body cooling, thankful for the smell of mate around him and the thick cock inside him. He felt like he had been waiting for hours instead of the couple of minutes it probably had been.
Castiel gave in to Dean’s demands, fucking him faster, harder.
And then he suddenly pulled out and a whine forced itself out of Dean’s mouth, “Cas , no. Please, you said you were gonna knot me! Please, Cas, please-”
“Hey,” the alpha petted his hair affectionately. “It’s okay, I’m just repositioning you. Get on your stomach,” he ordered. The omega didn’t think twice as he followed the direction, flipping onto his stomach.
He pushed his knees up and presented to the alpha.
Castiel groaned, getting onto his knees. “ Красивая. So pretty, my omega. My good boy.”
Dean dug his head into the pillow, hiding his blushing face from the alpha.
Castiel spread his cheeks open, groaning at the sight of Dean’s soaking hole. He leaned down to lick a long stripe across the omega’s hole, “You taste amazing, Baby. So wet for me.”
“Only for you,” Dean slurred.
Cas moaned when he dipped back into that tight heat. Dean clenched down and buried his face into the pillow, pushing back against his alpha’s knot.
Castiel started to fuck into him hard and fast, nails biting into the omega’s hips. Dean quickly gave up on helping, unable to keep up with the pace of his mate’s brutal thrusts. He just moaned into the pillow, hands still buried in the sheets.
Castiel tested the omega, hips shifting every couple of thrusts in hopes to find that spot. His grinded into him, moving just a little more until… “Oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” The omega bucked beneath him and he smiled, drilling into that spot again and again, “Right there.”
“Gonna come again?” Cas asked, his voice rough. The alpha’s hips snapped forward, each thrust driving his cock into the omega’s prostate. “Come on, Dean. Be a good boy, come on my cock.”
Dean cried out as he came, his hand flying around to grab Castiel’s arm as he let out little hiccuping moans. The alpha let go of his hip in favor of taking Dean’s hand, their fingers tangling together.
His knot was swelling, each thrust slower than the last until he was rutting into the omega, seeking his own orgasm. Taking a knot would decrease Dean’s temperature significantly and hopefully make him a little more lucid. Dean moaned at the feeling of it growing inside of him, the bulb of it deliciously dragging past his prostate. He clenched down onto Castiel, earning a growl from the alpha.
“Bite me,” he whined, pushing back on the alpha. “Come on, bite me. Wanna be yours, want your knot.”
Castiel groaned as his knot popped, digging his face into the omega’s neck.
As soon as Castiel bit down, Dean understood every dumb romance movie and love story about alpha and omega pairings finally mating. It was amazing, it was exquisite. He was on fire with the pleasure rolling through his body. He shuttered against the alpha’s touch, suddenly he was ten times more attuned to everything the alpha was feeling. It was mostly happiness and lust right now. Dean’s body relaxed into the bed beneath him, letting out a relieved sigh.
“You okay?” Castiel asked softly as he nosed at the omega’s neck. He pulled the omega over so they could comfortably rest on their side.
Dean nodded and smiled, “Yeah. Much better.” He was already more aware, the fog clearing a bit.
“You smell amazing,” the alpha purred. “Even better than you did before.” He had heard before that a mating bite can change mates scents to smell better or more like each other, but it was completely different actually smelling it.
“I know,” Dean said, leaning back into his mate’s grip.
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Dean’s heat lasted five days. The guards brought them food and water, coming in sporadically to check on them. Which made for some interesting encounters, Dean personal favorite being Peter walking in while Castiel was balls deep in his ass and snarling. The beta cursed as he left, leaving the food and water bottles just inside the door with a frown on his face.
Castiel expected a cell change from the warden because of the fact that they were now mates. They didn’t have any rules on it, considering it had never happened at the prison before, but he that didn’t mean they wouldn’t break them up.
When they came back, though, after having to douse themselves in scent blockers to get rid of the smell of mates, they were placed back into the cell together. Nobody really said anything, except for a few smirks here and there. Castiel felt more confident about keeping Dean safe now that he was his mate. Surely, no one was stupid enough to fuck with his mate.
Chapter One
Make Do
Prompt: Dean goes into an unexpected heat on the road. They're a day out from Bobby's and neither of the boys are sure what to do.
Word Count: 800ish
Tags: Mating Cycles/In heat, Nesting, ABO Dynamics
Read it on AO3
For the most part Dean enjoyed his life on the road. Endless burgers, booze, and random hook ups made up for the hours he spent driving and the time he spent in shitty motels. He grew up in this life and he would die in it and he was perfectly comfortable with that.
Dean spent 11 months of the year at ease drinking a beer and researching in their rented room that smelled of dozens of other alphas, betas, and omegas. He got used to the mixed scent at an early age, some days it was worse than others but he was usually able to ignore it and focus on the air fresheners the cleaning crew doused the room in after each use.
The other month of his life each year was not spent in comfort, especially not in a motel room. One week every three months he held himself up alone at Bobby’s upstairs in the spare room. Four times a year he swallowed his pride and let his instincts take over in a place he trusted. He didn’t enjoy his heats, he hated them actually. They made Dean feel weak and vulnerable, neither of which are characteristics that any hunter ever wants to feel.
But he dealt with it, it wasn’t something he controlled. It was biologically imperative that he followed his body’s instructions and he had begrudgingly accepted that many years ago.
That didn’t mean they didn’t suck though, especially when they were more than unexpected on an empty highway a day away from his safe haven.
“Dean, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay, Sam! This is anything but okay.” Dean clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and put his head in his lap.
He was trapped. There was nowhere to go and he didn’t have anything he needed to nest. This heat was going to be excruciating and he wasn’t ready.
“Look, we’re ten minutes out from the Rivers Inn. You can spend the week there and I’ll meet with Bobby to get your heat stuff from his house.”
He hated it when Sam talked about his omega stuff, “I am not dealing with this garbage in a motel room, Sam. I can’t. You know I can’t.” He glared at Sam. His brother knew exactly how particular Dean was when it came to scenting during heats.
“You have no other option. I know it’s gonna be uncomfortable but you’re going to have to there’s nothing I can do right now,” Sam’s tone was soft, gentle in comparison to Dean’s at the moment.
Dean slammed his hand against the Impala window, “I want to go to Bobby’s!”
“Dean-”
“No! This wasn’t supposed to happen for two more months. My intestines are burning, my head hurts, and I can smell all the scents that are supposed to be in my nest in this car except I’m not in my fucking nest.”
“You can make a nest there I’ll scent-”
“No. Pull the fuck over!”
“Wh-”
“Now.”
Dean cringed at the sound of Baby’s tires screeching against the road. Sam huffed as he pulled the car over and cut the engine with a look of disapproval.
Dean ran his hands down his face and sighed, tired. This time Dean spoke quietly, sounding defeated, “Get me both our clothes and the trenchcoat from the trunk.”
He wasn’t gonna get out of this car unless they were at Bobby’s, which means they were headed to Bobby’s.
Sam’s face twisted in confusion but he caught on as soon as Dean threw himself over the seat into the back. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and opened his door.
A couple seconds later the back seat door flung open and Sam was throwing his brother a couple of duffle bags and a folded, tan trench coat.
He really couldn’t believe his brother was more comfortable nesting in the back of the Impala for the next 24 hours instead of just renting a room, but he was gonna let Dean do whatever he thought was best for him.
“Thanks, Sammy. Now let’s fucking go.”
And with that Dean began nesting in the back and Sam hit the road.