You don’t know why, but since you joined John Winchester’s pack three months ago, your omega is drawn toward his eldest son.
With a food container in your arms, you walk toward the cabin, steeling yourself to talk to him today.
“You can do this, Y/N. You’re an omega, a nice one and he’s lucky to get you,” you recall the mantra Ruby taught you a few weeks ago. “He’s only a man and loves food. Go and get him, little wolf.”
Now you sneak toward his home ready to court for the alpha you want. “Do it, Y/N.” you stand in front of his door, mind racing and body shaking in anticipation.
You can hear voices come from inside and you freeze when you hear the alpha of the pack scold his son.
“Dean, she is courting for you. One day, you must give her an answer, son,” John tuts, smirking when his son glances at the socks you knitted for him. “The girl knitted, cooked, and baked for you. She wants to become your omega, and she’s a good choice.”
“Sir, she brought me pie, food, and knitted a scarf to impress you, not me. I will not mate that girl,” Dean says and all your hope dies. You glance at the food container with teary eyes. “Y/N will not become my mate.”
“DEAN!” you don’t want to hear the rest of the conversation, so you turn around, release a shuddery breath and a pained whine before you step away from the door to walk back to your cabin.
“Oh, Y/N! Food for Dean again?” Sam gives you a warm smile whilst his eyes are glued to the meal you prepared for his brother. “I wish someone would cook food for me.”
“Y-you can have it,” you push the food container into Sam’s hands. “I don’t need it anymore. Maybe you’ll like it. If not, just throw it away.”
“Why don’t you give it to Dean this time?” the younger brother worriedly watches you slump into yourself. You sigh deeply, and he knows, his brother must’ve fucked up big time.
“He doesn’t want me, Sam. I was a fool to believe courting for Dean was the right thing to do. What was I thinking?” you run off without giving Sam a chance to say something to soothe you.
“Uh—looks good, Sammy,” Dean licks his lips when his brother opens the food container. “Damn me, did Ruby finally learn how to cook for you?”
“Y/N made this,” Sam mutters. “She gave it to me after the shit you pulled. How could you tell her you don’t want her?”
“Y/N only wants to court for me to impress the packs’ alpha. An omega like her would never be interested in me. Look at her, she’s smart and beautiful. Why would she want a notorious loner like me?” the elder brother complains whilst his eyes drift back toward your food. “Gimme that food! It’s mine.”
“You are too stubborn and blind to see what’s right in front of you, Dean. Y/N doesn’t want to impress me, son,” John raises his voice to make his leadership known. “Do not reject her out of stubbornness.”
“I’m not stubborn,” Dean sniff at your food, inhales its scent and yours deeply. “I should at least have a taste. Don’t you think, Sammy?”
“That food looks damn good. Shit, I wish your mother would make me steak, beans, and mashed potatoes. She only makes green rubbish or orders food,” the alpha steps closer to the food box, mouthwatering at the sight in front of him.
“Mine,” Dean snarls, ready to defend the food you made for him. He glares at his father, followed by a dirty look in Sam’s direction. “I dare you to even sniff at my food.”
“Son, you can have her food every day if you get your shit together and court for her,” John steals a bean before he turns to leave. “Don’t be a fool, Dean.”
“…and some pain killers,” you point toward a shelf. Nervously glancing around the pharmacy, you hope none of your pack is around. You are about to break a rule and don’t want anyone to tell the alpha about it.
“Y/N, good to see you this morning. I wanted to talk to you about the full moon,” John’s eyes darken when you try to hide the suppressants in your hands. “I never thought you would be the one breaking my rules. Y/N, taking suppressants will make you slower and shifting will become more difficult and painful.”
“I—I’ve got no choice, alpha,” you whimper when John steps closer to you to take the suppressants out of your hands. “I had hoped an alpha will help me through my next heat, but no one wants me and...”
“This is about what Dean said, isn’t it?” John questions, surveying your reaction. “My son, he’s a grumpy fool when it comes to omegas. Don’t give up, doll. He needs a bit more time but he loves your food. Now go back home and I will talk to my son again.”
“It’s fine,” you wave John off. “If he’s not interested, I will try to find another alpha. I just need a break from courting. Cooking all night for an alpha rejecting you is exhausting.”
“Finally,” you shriek, shopping bags dropping to the floor when you see someone sit in your old armchair. “I thought you’ll never come home from your shopping tour.”
“I had to buy—” you frown, realizing you do not owe the alpha invading your home only to sit in your armchair, legs crossed, fingers impatiently tapping his knee an explanation. “Wait, I do not owe you an explanation. What are you doing in here?”
“You didn’t bring me food for three days,” Dean grumbles. “I’m used to your food, you enchanted me with its taste. Now I can’t eat anything else. You made me addicted to your food and now I’m on cold turkey.”
“I heard what you said,” you crouch down to check on your shopping bags. “Why would I bring you food if you don’t want me to court for you? I can’t waste my time on you.”
“Omega, I’m hungry,” he slowly gets up from the armchair to help you pick up the shopping bags. “UH—you could make me another pie…please.”
“I bet the omega you will choose can cook for you all day. I got a job and don’t have time to stay up late to cook for you!” Dean picks the shopping bags up, smirking when you give him a dirty look. “Hey, can you just not put your scent on everything in here?”
“Sorry, it’s too late to get rid of my scent,” the alpha waltzes into your kitchen to place the shopping bags onto the small kitchen counter. “I rubbed it into your sofa, your cushions, and your blankets.”
“What?” you splutter. “Why would you do things like that, Dean? You don’t want me to court for you.”
“I like your food,” he hastily unpacks your groceries, humming silently. “Steak, chicken, sweets, an interesting combination.”
“The full moon is close and I need more food before I shift. I get hungry like, well, a wolf,” you unpack the second bag, eyes glued to Dean. He checks on every item in the bag, approving you bought more meat. “I can unpack my bags too.”
“No, no. You cooked for me, I’ll help unpack your groceries, sweetheart,” your heart skips a beat, and you stop in your tracks to look at the alpha. Dean just called you sweetheart and acts like it’s nothing special. “Later we will talk about the full moon and shifting together.”
“Together?” you bite the inside of your cheek, chewing on it. “I never shifted with an alpha before. Unmated omegas shift together to make sure no alpha takes advantage of our vulnerable state during shifting.”
“You’re not an unmated omega anymore,” he rounds the kitchen counter to have a look at your second shopping bag. “I’m officially courting for you. Now, what will we cook tonight? Your alpha is hungry.”
Dean stands next to you, eyes glued to your untouched mating gland. “I don’t understand. After all the things you said to your father…”
“Firstly, I don’t like people spying on me, and,” he stands behind you to cage your body between the kitchen counter and his chest, “you should’ve stayed for the rest of the conversation. I told my father that I don’t want you to court for me, as I believed you only want to impress him.”
“I did not want to impress the alpha,” you slam your fist onto the kitchen counter.
Dean doesn’t even flinch, but he smirks at your little outburst. He likes you are hiding your wild side behind a cute and shy façade.
“Hmm…if you did not want to get into my father’s good graces, you can cook and court for me again. I have missed your food, omega. Your poor alpha starved and you left him without food,” he’s pressing his chest to your back to look over your shoulder at the ingredients. “We can cook together too.”
“I—what?” you whimper. Having Dean so close, literally pressed to your body, is too much for you. “I don’t know.”
“Breathe, ‘mega,” the alpha whispers in your ear, hands running up and down your arms. “I will help you with dinner tonight.” His lips press against your mating gland, making you shiver. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Good, isn’t it?” Dean warily watches you take the first bite of the food he made for you. “I used the recipe you stuck to the fridge and added garlic and onions.”
“I taste lemon too, I like it very much,” you moan, savoring the taste. “Why did you come here, Dean? Is your father behind all this? Did he tell you about the suppressants and forced you to change your mind?”
“Suppressants?” the alpha drops his fork. “My omega will not take suppressants! I will not—no!” he growls low in his throat, eyes three shades darker now. “You’ve got an alpha taking care of your needs now. No more pills or crap.”
“I wanted to be prepared for my next heat. Without a mate, my heat is unbearable. I hate to be in pain,” you glance at Dean, lower lip trapped between your teeth.
He’s a tall and attractive alpha, his hands look strong enough to keep you safe and pin you to a bed, and his scent makes your body buzz.
“After dinner, we will talk about the full moon and shifting together,” Dean furrows his brows when you do not look at him. “Omega, I was talking to you.”
“Okay,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to be louder. The alpha seems to be angry about the mentioned suppressants and you don’t want to make him mad.
“Sweetheart, come here,” he puts the food aside to pat his thigh. “I think you need to calm down. Having your true mate around can be a bit overwhelming. Especially if he’s as hot as I am.”
“T-rue mate?” you slowly get up to walk toward Dean. “I felt odd close to you. There’s this warm feeling, and my heart races anytime I get a whiff of your scent.”
“You’re my omega,” he helps you sit on his lap. “Relax and scent me, Y/N. I know you need me to calm you. Just inhale my scent.”
Dean’s closeness calms you this time. His scent fills your senses, and you close your eyes to let his warmth surround you. “Smells good…like home.”
“You always smell like summer rain, jasmine, and fresh-cut grass,” he runs his hands over your back to touch any part of you he can reach. “One day, I almost pounced on you. I was close to my rut, but you just joined our pack, and I didn’t want to mate you in the middle of the street on the ground.”
“That would have been inappropriate and naughty...”
“Y/N, you don’t have to be nervous,” Dean leads you a bit further away from the rest of the pack. “We will shift together, and I’ll stay by your side.”
“You will be naked,” you giggle, hiding your face in his chest. “Me too.”
“I hope to get a glimpse of your cute ass,” he smirks, eyes roaming your body when you step away to kick your shoes off. “After this full moon, I’m going to mate you.”
“I know,” while Dean begins to strip his shirt off, you are too nervous to strip. “What if you don’t like my wolf? Maybe she’s not—” Dean presses his index finger to your lips, shaking his head.
“You’re mine, my sweet little wolf to devour. I will make you mine, omega. Now,” he leans closer to brush his lips over your ear, “run with me…”
the wild mind (n, phrase): a place that tastes of storms and sunshine and sounds a bit like stars. a place that smells of truth and trust and mostly just of heart.
