The Roman demigods either attempting to use GPS for the first time. OR crossing the US with outdated road map books. Just occurred to me as literally the funniest that was not in Heroes of Olympus.
Because they could have taken the plane, or a train, but like those kids took cars.
And demigods aren't supposed to use technology. So they'd be getting lost every five minutes.
Plus they're ADHD. PLUS all they're drivers are teenagers.
If anything that should have been a book all to itself.
The new chapter of Her Saviours is in the works, and... and I didn't mean to make it so dark!! I'm sorry in advance. I have no idea when it'll be posted, but I may or may not be using the chapter to get some repressed trauma off my chest and might be turning it into angst. I mean... fuck... maybe this chapter gives some of With Wolves a run for its money...
Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?
A/N: Because this is the last chapter… I’ve made it extra long for you guys :) thank you @crispychrissy & @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me, and all your help throughout the story xx
The roar of the Impala filled your ears, a welcome hum that lightly shook the cabin’s walls. You paused what you were doing, dropping the knife onto the chopping board before turning to move to the front door. Hurried feet stampeded through the house, beating you as two children rushed outside.
Babbling drew your attention down to your seven month old. The smile on your face grew as you bent down to pick her up into your arms before you followed the others, heading out onto the porch. Coming to a stop, you stood and waited as the sleek black car- Dean’s first love- rolled to a stop.
Both Winchesters filed out, with Castiel not too far behind. The three had been away for just over two weeks, busy on a job states away. It was good to see them together and whole.
Sam and Dean’s gaze landed on you in an instant, their instincts drawing them to you. But first, there were others they had to greet.
“Dad!”
“Yay!”
“Daddy!”
“Uncle Cas!”
Your four older children hurried over to the three men, throwing themselves at them. You continued to watch as your smile grew, taking in the sight of your children and Alphas embracing.
Years had passed since you found your freedom.
Almost exactly nine months after you settled into your cabin, you had your first pup. Kevin, named after the man who brought you to your Alphas, and who died saving your life. You’d never forget the Beta, and thanked him every day when you looked into the eyes of your first son.
When your daughter was born nine months later, it was a blessing. The pregnancy had been a rough one, and at one stage there had been doubt you’d both survive. Complications meant you had to induce your labour six weeks early, but Gabriella fought through it, showing just how tough she was. Green eyes and a full head of luscious hazelnut locks, she had both her dads wrapped around her pinky the second she was born.
The twins came 14 months after, a bounding pair of energy. Bobby and Benny, two rough and tough boys that spent their days wrestling in the mud. Despite having beds, they slept on the floor, which seemed completely normal with how wild they were. There was no doubt in your mind that they would grow up to be Alphas- though you, Sam and Dean would be sure to raise them so they would become respectful and not pigheaded.
The youngest of the group was Rue, born 11 months after the twins. A small girl with untameable brown hair and big hazel eyes, she was a handful, always so determined to go exploring. Luckily, she refused to go anywhere alone. Rue was all about her family, and stuck to her siblings, your Alphas, Uncle Cas, or you no matter what.
Beaming down at the kids, Sam picked up Gabby before he and Dean started towards you. At the back of the group was Cas, struggling to fend off your three sons as they tugged on his signature trench coat, each of them eagerly trying to get his attention.
Hopping up the stairs before his brother, Sam leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Hey.”
“Hi.” You blushed, turning to catch his lips in a sweet kiss.
“Dad,” Gabby whined, wriggling out of her father’s grasp. “Come on! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”
Chuckling against your lips, Sam pulled away and gave you a small smile before looking to Rue. You handed her over, watching with a fond look in your eyes as he headed inside, following his other daughter.
“What are they up to?” Dean asked as he stepped closer.
You shrugged. “The girls and Kev have been busy in the attic for a few days now. Won’t let me up there to see. But Benny and Bobby assured me there’s nothing dangerous up there.”
“If there was, they’d be helping,” Dean noted with a grin, leaning in to kiss you.
Unlike Sam’s kiss, Dean’s was a little more heated. He stepped forward, moving to rest his hands on your hips so he could pull you in until his chest was flush with yours. A warmth spread over your skin. It wasn’t odd to feel flushed and turned on by Dean, but there was something more to it in that moment.
Before you could explore the feeling, a sigh had the two of you turning.
Cas stood at the bottom of the porch steps with a frustrated look on his face. “Your children seem to be attached to me.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it, Cas,” Dean chuckled as he moved to your friend’s side and peeled Benny off his back. “Come on, boys. Show me what you’ve been up to while we’ve been gone.”
“Yeah!” all three of your boys cheered as they followed Dean into the house.
“I’ll be in the kitchen,” you called out to them.
Cas cleared his throat, drawing your attention to him. “I should go and rest. Crowley made a comment that suggested he might have another job in a couple of days.”
“Oh, yeah, of course.” You nodded, gesturing over your shoulder. “Your place is still there, clean and ready for you.”
He offered you a smile and short nod. “Thank you.”
As Cas walked off, heading around the cabin to the small granny flat you’d had installed out the back, you watched. It was nice having him around, having him close. While he had no claim on you or your family, he was still part of your pack. After everything you’d been through, it wouldn’t feel right to be away from Cas. He deserved to have somewhere to call home, and people to call pack.
***
You were back in the kitchen, chopping away at some vegetables for dinner. It was hard getting a bunch of borderline Neanderthals to eat anything that hadn’t either come from an animal or was an animal, but you tried your best. Dean didn’t exactly make it any easier, with his love for red meat.
Hands slid around your waist as Dean leaned in to scent you. A hum reverberated through his chest as his hands began to explore.
“Missed you.”
“I’m sure you did,” you grinned turning to look at him over your shoulder. “But I’ve got hungry children to feed, so you can miss me a little longer.”
Groaning, he pressed himself against you, rutting his hardening cock into your ass. “But I’m hungry.” His hands slid up to tug on your top until your bra was exposed.
Breath hitching in your throat, you froze as a tingling of pleasure came over you. Dean plucked and pulled on your nipples, looking over your shoulder to watch as a bead of milk formed. In the corner of your eye, you could see him licking his lips.
“Just a taste, baby,” he whispered as he moved around to wedge himself between you and the counter.
Helpless to his advances, you stood there and watched as he leaned down to suck at your nipple. When the familiar throb started in your breast, you stared at Dean with wonder and lust as he drank greedily.
Before you’d had babies, Dean had teased and hinted at wanting to taste you, but never had you thought he’d go through with it. The second you started lactating, he couldn’t help himself. You’d expected him to be grossed out, you’d expected to hate it yourself… but there was something erotic about it…
“Guys,” Sam walked into the kitchen, finding his brother latched onto your breast. “Kids could walk in at any moment.”
Pulling away from you, Dean wiped the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb as he gave a shrug. “We’ll just tell them the truth… Daddy was hungry.” He grinned wolfishly.
As his eyes turned back to you, taking in the sight of your breasts as they remained bare, you groaned. The lust you felt was only growing as a familiar warmth spread through you.
“Alphas…” You leaned into Dean while turning to give Sam a pleading look.
Sam watched you carefully, reading you. “Fuck. You’re going into heat.” His eyes flickered to Dean as he began to grind against you. “And you’re going into rut.”
“Already there, Sammy,” Dean grunted as he leaned in to nip at your throat. “I’ve been desperate to fuck her since last night. Just better at hiding it than you are.”
“Right,” Sam scoffed, clearly not agreeing.
If Dean had been in rut last night, Sam would have driven him home right away, and they would have come back covered in blood. The effects of the drugs you and Dean were given while locked away meant if you didn’t fuck while in heat or rut, your bloodlust took over. Sam hadn’t gone through what you and his brother had, but he was still affected. Your heats still called out to his Alpha, and nothing got him hotter than seeing you clawing at his brother while Dean fucked you senseless.
Continuing to nip and suck at your neck, Dean gradually began to move lower, heading for your breasts. Your head fell back as a needy moan spilled from your lips. The scent you’d smelled on Dean before was the beginning his rut, and had triggered your heat. You’d been away from your Alphas for far too long… you needed them.
“Sam,” you whimpered, turning your head to look at him.
He gave a short nod. “I’ll get the kids to go harass Cas. Dean, take her to the bedroom.”
Not needing to be told twice, Dean suddenly pulled back and lifted you over his shoulder. You gave a surprised shriek which just prompted him to slap your ass as he moved through the house.
“Kids, come on! I’m taking you to Uncle Cas!” Sam called. “Kev, grab Rue.”
As Dean kept walking through the house, he had to dodge your children as they ran down the hall. Cheering and laughing, they barely glanced at you and Dean as they hurried off to Sam.
Once in your bedroom, Dean unceremoniously tossed you on the bed before pouncing. His lips were on yours in an instant, claiming them in a bruising kiss that had you aching for more while your lungs begged for air. His hands made quick work of your clothes, tearing them away until you were completely bare to him.
“Gonna fuck you full, ‘Mega,” he groaned, moving down to nip at your neck again. “Want you round with pups again.”
You gasped, arching as he slid his thigh between your legs and pressed against your bare pussy. Instinct took over, making you grind against his jeans as his lips continued south to your breasts.
Fingers sliding into his hair, you pushed his head down, hurrying him. “You… you’re insatiable, Dean Winchester.”
“Can you blame him?” Sam asked as he walked into the room, shedding his clothes. You watched as he undressed, moving towards the bed. When his jeans and boxer briefs hit the floor, Sam fisted his cock and began to stroke it. “Where do you want me, ‘Mega?”
Dragging your eyes up from his weeping cock, you batted your eyelashes at him. “Only fair I get a taste, too.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as he climbed onto the bed to kneel by your head. “Then open up.”
Doing as you were told, you reached out to grasp Sam’s cock and lead it to your mouth as you opened wide for him. The first brush of him on your tongue had you both groaning with need and desire.
At first you teased, licking at the tip, pressing light kisses on the sensitive skin. Sam watched, lip curling in a snarl as he growled. He wanted more, but he secretly enjoyed your games too much to just push into your mouth. He wanted to savour it all for the next time he was away from you.
Looking up from where he was sucking on your breast, Dean groaned at the sight of you and his brother. Sliding his hand down, he wedged it between your thighs, where you were still grinding against him, and slipped two fingers into your aching pussy.
Gasping at the intrusion, you glanced down at Dean, flashing your eyes at him. Sam took the opportunity to push further into your mouth then. It was only by a few inches though, so as not to startle you.
“Good girl.” Sam stroked your hair as you took him deeper, feeling him hit the back of your throat with each slow thrust.
The brothers worked in tandem, one thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth, while the other worked his fingers in your pussy. They were like a single machine, moving at the same time, with the same pace and force. It still amazed you at how two Alphas could be so in sync with each other.
Pulling away from your breast, licking his lips, Dean looked up at his brother. “Who goes where?”
“I want her pussy,” Sam grunted, fisting your hair.
“I’m the one in rut,” Dean snarled.
Not wanting them to argue, knowing they wouldn’t be able to make a decision themselves, you pulled Sam from your mouth. “Want Sam in my pussy, Dean in my ass.” You cupped Dean’s face. “Wanna feel the stretch, baby.” Then you looked up at Sam. “And wanna feel you fuck me full… wanna feel you in my belly.”
“Fuck,” they groaned in unison.
You were suddenly alone on the bed as both brothers moved back. Laying there, on your back, you watched as Dean stripped and Sam moved to grab the lube. Your fingers wandered, sliding between your thighs to replace Dean’s.
“Dirty girl.” Sam grinned, watching as you worked two fingers into your pussy at a lazy pace. “You know you’re gonna need more than that if you’re trying to prepare yourself for me.”
“I’m not.” You bit your lip. “Why would I want to take away the sweet sting from your cock?”
“Fuck me,” he groaned. “Take this.”
Sam didn’t give Dean the chance to react before he was tossing the lube at him. Then he was dropping onto the bed, grabbing your thighs to pull you until you were straddling his hips. His fingers curled around your arm and tugged you down, crashing your lips onto is while Dean lined up behind you.
The first brush of Dean’s fingers on your ass hole had you pulling your lips from Sam’s to whimper lowly. Your forehead rested on Sam’s shoulder as he lined his cock up with your pussy, while Dean began to press a finger into you. It was always so overwhelming, feeling them surround you.
Pressing your hands into the bed on either side of Sam’s head, you clawed at the sheet. Your eyes squeezed shut as an almost animal like groan spilled from your lips. Sam was sliding into you at an agonising pace, while Dean was thrusting the single finger in and out of you.
After a few moments Dean added another finger right as Sam’s cock pressed against your cervix. It was too much, but in the best way possible, and you cried out as your first orgasm shook through you.
Grabbing his cock, Dean gathered your slick as he pulled his fingers from your ass. You moaned in the crook of Sam’s neck, desperate to feel both of them inside you, fucking you, filling you, knotting you.
“Dean!”
Sam chuckled in your ear and Dean snarled, pushing into you.
The sound that tore through your lips spurred the brothers on. Sam- who had stilled once inside you- began to move as Dean started to thrust. It was slow at first, the two of them trying not to hurt you. Weeks had passed since you’d last seen them, since you’d last been intimate, and the first time being together again was always a little painful.
But you loved the stretch and sting. You loved feeling them inside you, making your walls ache as you got accustomed to their size and length all over again. You were made for them, in every way, but feeling them like this reminded you that no one else would do. No one else but your Alphas would ever be enough for you.
Gradually, the brothers began to pick up the pace, fucking into you harder, faster, more eager and desperate. They’d missed you just as you’d missed them, and while the time away from each other might be painful, when you were together again it was all worth it.
“God,” Dean grunted behind you. “So fucking tight, ‘Mega. I’m not gonna last.”
Sam panted below you, watching as his cock disappeared into your pussy. “Me neither. Need to come.”
You nodded, dropping your head to Sam’s chest. “Need to feel it. We can take our time later.”
With your permission, the brothers began to move faster, chasing their release. Dean grabbed your shoulder and pulled you flush against his chest.
With this new angle, Sam hit that spot that made you see stars. His hands grasped your hips guiding you as he bucked up, slamming into your cervix with a force that made you wonder how he hadn’t fucked into your womb yet. Reaching between you, Sam rubbed at your clit, drawing you closer and closer to your end.
Dean’s hand came around to pluck at your breast, causing milk to leak from your nipple. Your head fell back onto Dean’s shoulder, giving him a better view. His lips sealed around his mark on your neck as he sucked at your skin, and watched the white droplets roll on his fingers.
The three of you came together. Sam held you down on his cock so he could bury his cock deep as he filled you with an obscene amount of his seed. Dean grunted in your ear, sinking his teeth into your neck as his knot lodged itself into your ass and his cum filled you. You screamed and spasmed around both brothers, gushing around Sam’s cock as you came once more.
Your skin was vibrating, your mind buzzing as pure, white energy flushed through you. It was warm and cool at the same time, caressing your insides and sparking your nerves. You twitched and moaned, barely aware of the brothers as they carefully shifted so you were all laying on your sides.
Lips pressed kisses to your shoulders, neck, cheek and nose. Fingers stroked you delicately. Sam and Dean were panting, high on their own endings, but coherent enough to call out to you. They whispered your name, trying to bring you back from the ecstasy that was taking claim of your body.
“Omega,” they both murmured against you.
That one word shook the haze away enough so that you could get a better grasp of reality. You still felt the rippling bliss surging through you, but it wasn’t keeping you from your Alphas and their touch anymore.
“I love both of you,” you breathed.
“We love you,” they whispered at the same time, lips remaining on your skin.
Humming and smiling, you leaned back into Dean and pulled Sam closer. They continued to kiss and stroke you, purring lightly. It was perfection… it was heaven.
Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?
A/N: Thank you @sculptorofbeginnings, @kittenofdoomage and @crispychrissy for looking the chapter over :):) xx
Warnings: Explicit language. A/B/O dynamics. Heat. Violence. Angst. Death. Bit of a time jump. Medical stuff. Fluff.
Bamby
“Now, is that anyway to talk to a lady?”
Both you and Ketch turned to the doorway and froze.
Standing there, in the usual long, dark coat that covered their equally black suit, was your boss. What was a little unusual about the sight of him, was seeing the gun in his hand as he kept it pointed at Ketch.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ketch snarled.
Your boss shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you… more pressing issues at hand and all.” His head tilted in your direction, to remind Ketch that he had bigger fish to fry at the moment.
Ketch shifted on the spot, suddenly unsure. If he tried to attack you, would the new comer shoot? If he tried to run, would they shoot? What could he do that wouldn’t get him shot?
Sighing, your boss checked his watch impatiently. “Y/N, darling, times ticking. Do you need me to deal with this wanker?”
“No.” You shook your head, moving across the room. “He’s mine,” you stated as you reached for Ketch’s gun as it lay on the ground, abandoned.
Ignoring your boss as he shrugged and let you do your thing- while keeping watch to have your back- you started towards Ketch again. His eyes darted from you, to your boss, and then back, clear uncertainty in his eyes. Still, despite the fact his options were dwindling by the second, he was trying to weigh his chances and figure out his next move.
There was only one more move for him.
“On your knees,” you ordered, lifting the gun to aim it at Ketch’s face.
He scoffed and refused to move, but a flicker in his gaze let you know it was all bravado. He was scared.
You cocked the gun. “Get on your fucking knees, before I shoot you in each and make you kneel.”
Swallowing hard, eyes going wide, Ketch did as he was told and dropped to his knees, one at a time. Once he was on the ground, you moved closer to him. Despite the rage burning inside you, your simmering heat, and all the chaos, you remained cool, calm and collected as you stared him down.
“I hate you,” you started. “Do you know how rare that is? I feel nothing for Alphas. Every fucker I’ve killed was out of self-defence, for a job, or because they were a walking knot with no brain. But I didn’t hate any of them. Maybe their species, but never an individual. I never bothered feeling anything for them. But you? I hate you.
“You killed Mick because he helped me. Kevin is dead because you threw me in with Alphas, knowing they wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation. You killed Bobby and Rufus. Then you tossed the rest of us into the Pit, which is where Benny was killed. You hunted us, and killed Gabriel. Dean…” Your eyes darted to your Alpha’s unmoving body. “I swear to fucking Jesus fucking Christ, if he’s dead…” Your voice shook.
Ketch remained on his knees, eyes trained on the gun that was trained on his face. It was a staring match he would not win.
“You ruined everything. You almost killed me, gutted me, humiliated me, tried to rape me.” Tears stung your eyes. “You walk around that place like you’re some kind of god, but you’re nothing more than a weak man. You’re no better than the fuckers I’ve killed. You’re just another one to add to the list.”
As he opened his mouth, no doubt ready to try his hand at begging, you pulled the trigger.
Shooting someone in the face wasn’t something you’d done many times before, but Ketch wasn’t your first. This time was different, however. There was this satisfied feeling that didn’t quite feel like every other kill. This wasn’t just a job, or an Alpha… this was an enemy, a threat, a monster.
Now he was nothing but a corpse on the floor, with a gaping hole in his head.
“Dean!” Sam’s voice boomed outside of the cabin. “Y/N!”
Instead of waiting for him, however, you dropped the gun and rushed to Dean. But as you dropped to your knees by his side, and reached for him, you knew the truth.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Your throat began to ache as you felt your eyes fill with tears. “Dean.” Grabbing his shoulder, you shook him gently. “Dean, please wake up.”
Sam came rushing into the cabin then, passing your boss without a glance. His eyes were glued on you and his brother, as you began to cry, realising you were too late… you were all too late.
“Y/N?” Sam stumbled a little, dropping to his knees beside you.
Choking on a sob, you turned to him. “He’s… he’s…”
“Fine,” your boss cut in. “Or he will be if you let my people help.”
Both you and Sam looked to the cabin entrance then as more people walked in. People you recognised. People you’d missed. People you could almost call friends.
There was Garth, a scrawny guy that was all smiles. Most people assumed he’s Beta because of his seemingly timid attitude, but the guy could be ruthless if the time was right… or the price. You’d seen him do things that left your jaw hanging open.
Meg was there, too, grinning at you like a vulture. Oddly, though, you didn’t mind. The Beta girl was a menace to society, but had saved your ass more times than you cared to admit. In between all the madness and death in your lives the two of you had formed an understanding that resembled something of a friendship.
Charlie was an actual friend, and you were honestly surprised to see her out in the field. She was a computer girl, preferring to stick behind the desk. In earlier years she’d begged to be out there, working like the rest of you. Her first kill had been her last, and had changed her forever. To this day, she reminded you that if it wasn’t for your acceptance and patience, your willingness to be there for her, then she never would have survived the aftermath.
As you looked to the new people your attention was caught by one last person as they stepped through the doors. Cas. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene, before they landed on you. There was concern and relief in his gaze… he’d been scared for your safety and was glad you were okay.
Sam’s attention quickly turned away from the newcomers as he instead focused on your boss. “Crowley?”
You weren’t expecting that.
Crowley grinned. “Hello, Moose.”
Looking form one man to the other, you frowned, confused. “Wait… you know each other? How?”
“It’s a long story, darling. Why don’t we wait for explanations once we get your Squirrel fixed up?” Crowley nodded to the other people. “Get him in the chopper, I want him to get the best care. And she needs to be looked over, too.”
Not having a say or choice, you let the people pull you away from Dean as they got to work. Standing there, you watched as Garth and Cas took Dean. At the same time, Meg moved to help Sam while Charlie offered you a hand, but something came over you, and suddenly you snapped.
“Touch him and I’ll gouge your eyes out,” you warned on a snarl as Meg reached out towards Sam.
She paused, hand hovering. It was clear she was tempted to take the chance, to see if you would go through with it. But then the other part of her- the part that was holding her back- didn’t feel like doubting the crazy Omega who was in heat and could possible lose her other Alpha that night.
“Meg,” Crowley called form where he still stood in the same spot, watching. “Help the others.”
With an order given, Meg walked off with a huff.
The second she was gone, you were reaching for Sam. His arms enveloped you, holding you to his chest as he buried his face into your neck to breathe in your scent.
“As beautiful as this moment is… we should all be getting a move on. The guards aren’t finished looking for you three, and Dean really does need proper medical help.”
Reminded of the danger you were in, you and Sam separated enough to follow Crowley out, while remaining hand in hand. No words were spoken as you all hurried through the woods, following your boss as he led you to his chopper, and to your freedom.
***
You sat by his bed, where you’d been for the last two days. An echo rang in your mind, the sound that came when Dean flatlined… when he died, with your hand in his. Dean had died.
But he was back now. Crowley had money, power, influence, it really wasn’t a surprise that he had everything you might need to save someone’s life. The second the chopper landed in the yard of Crowley’s mansion, people were bustling about to save your Alpha.
Sam stuck by your side until he was dragged away. Being Alpha and family, he had genetic material that could held save Dean’s life. So, he was taken away to give blood in the hopes it would save Dean’s life. When that did very little everyone turned to you.
Having been claimed by Dean, your DNA had changed, mutated to match his.
With both your blood and Sam’s, Crowley’s personal nurses and doctor managed to save Dean and bring him back. But even after you were reassured that he would be okay, given time and rest, you still couldn’t get forget that moment where he’d died.
The flatlining machine, the panic in the room, your scream as Sam held you, trying not to break down himself. God, you were crumbling, a mess, practically dying right with Dean, and Sam was still strong, still there for you. He was… he was everything you needed in that moment, despite losing his brother and possibly his Omega, and you were just screaming, falling apart at the seams.
You were still a mess, still distraught. Sitting by Dean’s bed, with his hand in yours as you rested your head on the mattress he lay on. You were half asleep, determined to stay awake until his eyes flutter open. Two days had past and he hadn’t woken, while you’d refused to sleep.
“’Mega…” Sam walked into the room. Lifting your head from the bed, you turned to him as he stood in the doorway. “You should eat something.”
“No.” You shook your head and looked back to Dean. “Not until he wakes.”
Sighing, Sam walked further into the room to stand by your side and grab your free hand. “What would Dean say if he knew you hadn’t eaten? Or rested? You haven’t even changed out of the robe they gave you days ago.”
Eyes wandering back to Sam, you took in his jeans, his buttoned up white and blue faded flannel… his so very mundane look. Sam suited life on the this side of the bars.
“And you’re still in heat, don’t even try to deny it.”
“Wasn’t going to,” you huffed.
“I can feel you fighting your biology. It’s just going to make you sick. The doctors will have to focus on you and leave Dean until you're better,” he noted, playing on your guilt. It worked, too. “Come on.” He tugged on your hand gently. “Let me make you some food.”
With one last glance at Dean, you let your hand slip from his grasp as Sam led you out of the room.
***
You were seated on a leather lounge in one of Crowley’s many sitting rooms. Sam sat behind you, his legs spread, one leaning against the back of the lounge, while you rested between his thighs with your head on his chest. He two of you were nibbling on the sandwiches that had been made for you by the chefs in the kitchen- when Sam had tried to make you food himself, they ushered you back out.
In all honesty, you did feel a little better now that you had food in your stomach. But the worry in your head and heart was still weighing you down. It wasn’t just about Dean, there was so much going on, so much to do…
“Now this is a surprise.” Your head snapped up to look over at the room’s entrance as Crowley walked in. “Y/N and the Winchesters… and here I thought you would be a spinster forever, dear.” He grinned.
Eyeing him carefully, you saw the tell-tale signs of a lie. “Did you set this up?”
“What ever do you mean?”
“Did you send me in there knowing what would happen?”
“Do you mean, did I send you into that hell hole knowing the Winchesters and Castiel would be there? Knowing that you, my most loyal employee, would meet two of my other… friends? And that a bond would grow between the three of you, because honestly no one else in the world could possibly be built for three head strong and violent people?” Crowley smiled slyly. “Of course not.”
You glared at him. “My life isn’t some toy for you to play with.”
“No, but you are valuable, and so are the Winchesters. I needed the Morningstar dead, and I wanted you back out in the world to help me run business like usual.” Crowley shrugged as he walked further into the room. “The only way you were getting out is with help. I knew the brothers would be some kind of assistance, but I can honestly tell you I didn’t expect to see those for at least a few months.” His gaze dropped to your neck.
Bringing your hand up to where his eyes were staring, you brushed one of your marks.
“Did you kill Nick… or Lucifer… or whatever the kids are calling him these days? Did you kill him?”
Attention drawn back to Crowley, you nodded. “He’s dead, but I didn’t kill him, so I don’t deserve the payout. Sam does.”
Crowley looked surprised. “You shared a job? The only person you’ve ever done that with is Castiel, and even then, you always take the kill.”
“Let’s just say… Sam had some unfinished business.” You shrugged.
“Fair enough. I’ll have Garth gather the money for Sam, and get Meg to go out and get you supplies.”
“Supplies? What kind of supplies?”
“Clothes, Y/N. You need clothes.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “And you’re sending Meg?” You scoffed, “No. Send Charlie. I trust her. She won’t come back with everything leather.”
“What’s so bad about leather. You, my dear, look exceptional in-” a low growl from Sam had Crowley cut himself short. “Fine. As you wish. No leather,” he sighed as he started to leave. “Oh, and one last thing.” He turned back to you. “I’m giving you one of my safehouses.”
“A safehouse?” Sam asked.
“Yes, Moose, a safehouse. You’ve claimed an Omega and you’re all fugitives, you do realise you’ll need some form of security,” Crowley noted. “As soon as Dean is well, I’ll have you all escorted to your new home. You’ll be safe there. It can be a place to retire in, or a place to go to between jobs. I don’t expect anything more from any of you, despite hoping you’ll continue to help me and my associates.” His eyes landed on you then. “But I promised you one last job, and a deal is a deal.”
“We’re… we’re done?” You couldn’t believe it… after years of being one of Crowley’s lackeys, you were finally free to live the way you wanted. It felt too good to be true.
“You’re done,” he assured you. This time, when he turned to walk away, Crowley didn’t come back.
Sam’s arms wrapped around you as he buried his face in your neck. “We’re free.”
Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?
A/N: Thank you @crispychrissy, @kittenofdoomage and @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me :):) xx
Warnings: Explicit language. A/B/O dynamics. Angst. Heat. Rut. Smut. Unprotected sex. Claiming. Threesome. Double (v and non-v) penetration. Anal. Knotting. Praise kink. Blood play (?). Hair pulling. Breeding kink. Lactation kink (mentioned only (?)). Dirty talk. Fluff.
Bamby
You and Sam had made a deal, that you would rest for a few hours, but that you could do it in Dean’s bed. So, here you were, curled up into your Alpha’s side, hoping your presence soothed him as much as his touch was easing your heat.
Soon it would become unbearable, but the thought of doing anything without Dean made you feel sick to the stomach. Sam was your Alpha, you cared for him so deeply, but not having Dean’s approval in the moment, knowing he was unconscious and unaware… it ate away at your guilt, gnawing on your conscience.
You would rather suffer than do that to Dean.
But it wasn’t that simple. You could feel the affects your heat had on Sam. You knew he wasn’t just checking in on Dean anymore… he was coming in to see you, to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind. He was waiting for you to call for him.
Sleeping seemed like your best option, so you allowed a nurse to give you some sleeping pills, and drifted off. The medication made it so you didn’t dream, which you preferred considering you knew your dreams would have been filled with images of everyone you lost, of Dean’s body laying naked on the cabin floor, and of Ketch.
Ketch, despite being dead, was still a strong thought in your mind. His face was engraved into your memories, the words he whispered into your ear echoed in your head. He’d probably never leave you.
A different heat, one that wasn’t your own, began to draw you from your sleep. Someone stirred, a noise was made… in the waking world something was happening.
Gradually, you pulled yourself from your sleep, and found yourself looking into eyes that shone gold and green at the same time.
“Dean?”
“’Mega,” he groaned, reaching out for you. “What happened?”
Moving quickly, you sat up and lowered his hands, keeping his as still as possible to make sure he didn’t cause himself any further damage. “You were shot,” you explained, looking down at his various bandages. “One in the back of the shoulder. Twice in your leg. And here.” Your hand moved to rest on his hip. “You… you died. For a few minutes. But you’re okay now,” you assured him. “We’re all okay. My boss, Crowley, he came in time, and then he brought us here.”
“Crowley?” He frowned, confused, still groggy. “Crowley is your boss?”
“Yes.” You nodded, leaning into him, trying to ignore the strange heat coming from his skin.
Suddenly Dean’s eyes snapped open as he looked around the room. “Where are we?”
“We’re at Crowley’s mansion… well, one of them. But we’re safe, it’s okay. We’re all okay.”
“No.” He shook his head, reaching for your hand to tug you closer. “Not okay. Not safe. Ketch-”
“Is dead, Dean. He’s dead,” you assured him.
But still, Dean seemed to only grow more concerned, more agitated. Something was clearly wrong, and for a few moments you really had no idea what was going on… but then his scent hit you and it was all over.
“You’re in rut…”
He groaned, tugging you even closer until you were forced to straddle him. “’Mega.” He held you close as he continued to look around the room, waiting for the danger to jump out.
You tried pressing light kisses on his jaw and neck, tried to calm him, but he was too far gone. “Dean, you need to calm down. You need to relax. We’re safe.”
The only response you got was a grunt.
With his skin pressed against yours, and his scent surrounding you, your heat rekindled. For days you’d managed to ignore it, to fight it, but in that moment you couldn’t stop the terrible cramp that shook through your body. That’s all it took to get a reaction out of Dean.
“’Mega,” he groaned, making quick work of the robe you wore. “Fuck, I need you. You need me. Gonna knot you so good,” he promised.
You didn’t fight him as he undressed you. You didn’t stop him from disconnecting himself from all the medical gear. You didn’t even stop him from rolling the two of you over until you were on your back, because as soon as you felt the soft mattress under you, he was pushing into your wet, aching pussy.
“Fuck!” he grunted, pressing into you until his cock met your cervix.
Part of you thought you should try to get him to lay back down, but it was overpowered by your Omega and her need for Dean. The promise of his knot, as you felt it growing and catching out your pussy, had you crying out for more.
Dean, of course, was more than eager to please. Leaning over you, grasping at your thighs to spread you open for him, he fucked into you. His face was buried in your neck, breath fanning over you sweat slicked skin as his cock pounded into you with reckless abandon.
“Gonna fucking fill you up with my seed. Make you cream and scream. You’re gonna be so round with my pups. Leaking tits. Growing belly. Fuck you’re gonna be so hot. Never wanna take my cock out of this juice pussy.”
“Dean!” Sam’s voice called as he walked into the room.
The older Winchester snarled. “Close the fucking door.”
Doing as he was told, Sam quickly stepped into the room and closed the door, locking it behind him. The whole time, he kept his eyes on you and Dean as his brother fucked you erratically. Dean’s rut was making him wild, his grip was already bruising you, and there was a small doubt you’d actually come with how fast he seemed to be approaching his own end.
“Enough.” Sam stepped forward, using his Alpha tone on his brother. “You’ll hurt her.”
But Dean wasn’t done. “Mine,” he grunted, caging you in with his arms. “Either fuck her with me or get the fuck out.”
Looking from Dean to you, Sam hesitated until he saw the look in your eyes. While you were in some kind of pain, it wasn’t one you weren’t enjoying. Feeling Dean fuck into you so needily, having him possess every ounce of you, it was exhilarating. It stroked the needs of your Omega, without giving her the knot she desperately desired.
“Fine.” Sam began to quickly strip. “How are we going to-”
Before Sam could finish, Dean was turning so the two of you were on your sides. Behind you, Sam had plenty of space to climb onto the bed to press into your back.
“Next time, I get to fuck her from the front,” Sam grunted as he leaned in to scent you. “Wanna see her face.”
“Then fucking swap!” Dean growled, still fucking into you hard and fast.
You shook your head. “Next time.” You turned to look at Sam, lowering your eyes to his neck where your mark lay. “It’s Dean’s turn.”
Snarling, Dean grabbed your face and turned you to him, before crashing his lips onto yours. He devoured your mouth, claiming it like it belonged to him. Hips slamming into yours, cock filling you over and over, Dean owned your body and gave it everything you wanted and didn’t know you needed.
Sam was right behind you, gathering your slick to coat his cock. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he breathed in your ear. “Is this from waiting? Thinking about us while you refused me?”
Dean tore his lips from yours. “You refused Sam?”
“You… you were asleep,” you explained as you closed your eyes and moaned. “I didn’t want to without you.”
Slowing down, Dean waited for you to open your eyes again. This time, when you met his gaze, you found some clarity in them. No longer were they glowing gold. Instead he looked like himself, like he’d managed to regain control.
“I love you.”
His words made your heart skip a beat as you gasped. Deep down you’d known that the feelings he had for you were true, but to hear them like that…
“Alpha…” Leaning forward, you took his lips in a sweet kiss that spoke a million words.
Pulling away, he looked over your shoulder at Sam. Your lips moved down to his neck, to suck and nip at where you would soon bite. The brothers said nothing; they didn’t need to in order to understand each other.
When Sam pressed the head of his cock against you, it wasn’t where you’d been expecting. Instead of lining up with your ass, he nudged his cock into the line where Dean was buried inside you.
“This okay?”
Unable to respond with words, you made a needy mewling noise and nodded eagerly.
“Don’t wanna hurt you…” Sam whispered, hesitant but desperate.
“I want to feel it, Sam,” you assured him, finding your voice. “Wanna feel you both.”
“Fuck me,” Dean groaned, thrusting up into you.
Trusting you knew your limits, Sam began to push in.
The stretch was like nothing you’d ever felt before. The burn, the ache, the overwhelming feeling of being so full. Sam’s length pressed in, slowly, lining up with his brother’s thick cock as they both nestled into your warm pussy. The groans and grunts that spilled from their lips… the animal sounds they made each time you flinched and twitched, choking them…
“Please fuck me. Please. Fuck me,” you whined, digging your claws into Dean. “God, fuck me.”
Eager to please, Sam and Dean began to move.
At first they thrust at the same time, the same pace. It was slow, careful. Neither of them wanted to hurt you, and they knew having both of them inside your pussy at the same time could get complicated fast. But soon enough you felt Dean’s urges begin to simmer again. He was in rut, he needed to fuck, to claim, to mate. He needed hard, fast, rough, now.
You buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. Sam groaned behind you, trying to keep up with his brother as their knots began to catch on your entrance. Your claws broke Dean’s skin, sinking into his shoulders as you whined, wanting more but doubting you could take the pain.
“Tell us if it’s too much, ‘Mega,” Dean told you, lips right against your ear as he grunted.
Nodding against him, you whimpered. “Too much.”
Pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Sam slipped out. You were instantly thankful for the relief, but the feel of him retreating had you reaching out.
“Don’t go.”
“Y/N…”
“I still need you, Sam. Still want your knot.” Pulling away, you met Dean’s gaze before looking over your shoulder at his brother. “Still want both knots.”
Both brothers groaned at your admission as Sam moved closer once more. Already lubed up from your slick, he pressed against your ass and pushed in, inch by inch, slowly and carefully. Dean settled for a moment, letting his fingers and mouth explore you greedily while you got accustomed to the full feeling of his brother in your ass.
When Sam was inside you, and Dean was pressed against your cervix, their lips wandering all over… you were pushed over the edge and into your orgasm. Your reaction was pure instinct as you sunk your teeth into the spot where Dean’s shoulder met his neck.
The older Alpha let out a pained but pleasured cry as he suddenly pulled out and thrust back in. The force of his thrust impaled you on Sam’s cock more, and you tore your teeth away from Dean to scream.
Fingers wrapped around you hair, tugging your hair back. Sam’s mouth latched on to where his mark lay as he forced your back to arch so his brother could see you. Dean’s eyes darkened, flashing gold once more at the sight of his blood smeared over your lips.
Reaching forward, Dean ran the pad of his thumb around your lips, watching as his blood spread more. You opened your mouth for him, taking his thumb and sucking on it with a moan that had him bucking. Behind you, Sam pressed kisses along your neck, shoulders and back as he fucked your ass with almost as much vigour as his brother.
A haze came over you at the feel of them filling you completely. Your head grew dizzy as their knots began to press in. You knew what was coming, and you were so desperate for it.
“Tell us what you want, ‘Mega,” Sam ordered behind you, his command and the promise of your answer exciting his brother.
Dean pulled your mouth open and leaned in so his lips brushed over yours, as if he wanted to feel and taste your response.
“Both of you, both of my Alphas,” you mewled. “Want your knots, and your pups. Want all of you. Both of you.”
Sam leaned in towards your ear and practically purred, “Good girl.”
As if they lived on the same wavelength, both Sam and Dean thrust forward with an animalistic grunt, lodging their knots inside you. A scream tore through your lips and against Dean’s as you came for the second time, spasming against both brothers. The feel of them coming inside you, filling both holes until you felt their warm and sticky seed spilling onto your thighs… if spurred you into a smaller orgasm that had you crying out desperately.
With your back arched, Dean and Sam took the opportunity and lunged, sinking their teeth into either side of your neck. You clutched at Dean’s shoulders, and leaned back into Sam’s chest as they reclaimed you.
Moments passed, but you were too high on the rush of your Alphas to really grasp time. Instead you just lay there, between them, barely conscious and drifting in a sea of ecstasy. Eventually the brothers withdrew from your neck, but even after their knots faded enough for them to move, they didn’t.
“What happens now?” Dean grunted, face buried in your breasts.
Sam sighed, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Crowley’s giving us a cabin. He’s letting us go. No more jobs. We can have a life.”
Pausing a moment, Dean hesitated before pulling back to look at both you and Sam. “Am I the only one that sees a problem with that?”
Your frowned, feeling your bliss fade a little as confusion replaced it. “Problem?”
“We’re killers. All of us. You really think we’ll be able to just quit this life?” He gave you both a pointed look. “I couldn’t go two days without causing shit back behind bars. And as much as fucking you will keep me under some kind of control, I know it won’t always be enough.”
“Hey!” Sam snapped, scolding his brother.
You shook your head, leaning back into the Alpha behind you. “No, it’s okay. He’s right, Sam. I know what it’s like to have an insatiable bloodlust. Fucking will only hold it off for so long.”
“So, what… you two wanna keep working?” Sam didn’t sound too confident in the idea.
“No. I want to quit. I… I want to start a family, and I think that might be enough for me. But the two of you… you could always work here and there,” you suggested.
“You would want that?” Sam leaned in closer to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You would want to be away from us?”
“Never. I never want to be away from either of you again. But I don’t expect you to sit at home with me and whatever pups we have. I don’t want to free you from one cage only to lock you in another. You both deserve your freedom. Not just to go where you want, but to do what you want. If that’s killing and working, then I’m not going to stop you.”
There was another pause as Dean looked up from your chest to meet his brother’s gaze. You were both waiting to see what Sam would say, to see if he would accept the suggestion or shut it down. Sam always seemed like the calmer one, someone who only lashed out when it was deserved and not just out of boredom or lack of control.
You got the feeling most of Dean’s impulse control issues were due to the drugs he’d been forced to have when he was first locked up. But, then again, he also felt like a lot of the hot headed Alphas you’d come across. Maybe if he hadn’t had Sam to help guide and centre him all this time he would have become more like one of those Alphas.
“Okay.” Sam gave a short and light nod, agreeing. “I want to give you everything you need, Y/N, and if that means sticking with my idiot brother to keep him alive, then so be it.”
Dean pulled back, glaring at his brother. “I’m not an idiot!” he exclaimed, offended.
You chuckled lightly. “Of course not, baby.” Reaching forward, you cupped his face and brought him forward until he was resting against your breasts once more.
Sam hummed behind you, nuzzling your neck. “I love you.”
A smile stretched on your lips as your eyes closed, the bliss returning. “I love you, too. Both of you.”
Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?
A/N: Because I’ve left you guys waiting for this (sorry… life happened), I decided to make this a little longer than anticipated. Hope you enjoy!! Thank you @kittenofdoomage for looking the chapter over :):) xx
***HEED THE WARNINGS***
Warnings: Explicit language. A/B/O dynamics. Straight off the bat smut. Fingering. Oral. Squirting. Unprotected sex. Anal play. Anal. Threesome. Double penetration. Breeding kink. Knotting. Claiming. Heat. Violence. Assault. Attempted sexual assault. Death. Angst.
Bamby
The first thrust of Sam’s fingers in your aching pussy had you wailing. Back arching into the younger Winchester’s chest, you opened yourself up and cried as he fucked you with two fingers. Meanwhile, Dean’s tongue licked along your slit before his lips caught your clit. You were writhing, wriggling against the brothers as they gave you what you wanted.
“Always so tight, ‘Mega,” Sam purred in your ear. “Can’t wait for you to be choking my cock.”
“No.” You shook your head and turned so your lips ghosted over his. Dean nipped at your clit then, making you gasp and clutch at his head, holding him their while your eyes locked onto his brother’s. “I want you here.” Reaching behind you, you wrapped a fist around Sam’s cock and pressed it against your ass.
He chuckled, bringing his lips to your to lay a light kiss there. “You sure? I’m not small… I could hurt you.”
Stroking his cock, holding back another whine as Dean continued his assault and Sam’s fingers remained inside you, you nodded. “Dean’s too thick… you’re safer.” You caught him in a deep kiss before tugging his bottom lip with your teeth. Releasing him, you groaned as Dean’s tongue began to explore. “I trust you.”
“Fuck,” Sam groaned. “Then we have to get you ready.”
You had no time to prepare for his next move. As Dean- who seemed to understand his brother’s cryptic comment- moved back to your clit, Sam’s fingers twisted inside you. The younger brother’s free hand moved to rest on your stomach, to hold you in place with a firm pressure. You arched into him more, spreading your legs so Dean could taste every part of you.
When fingers brushed your ass hole you tensed and jumped, but Sam’s lips were by your ear, whispering reassurances to you as Dean pressed. He used your slick and his saliva to lubricate the digit as he pushed passed your barrier. It was an odd feeling, but not one you disliked. A new sense of pleasure began to simmer at the feel of being filled by your Alphas.
“Take me,” you begged. “Fuck me, Alphas. Knot me. I need it. Need you. Want to be squirming on your knots and screaming my release.”
Sam thrust into your back with a low growl. “Patience. We don’t want to hurt you,” he noted as Dean began to add a second finger.
Meanwhile, you still had lips sealed around your clit, and a tongue lapping at you eagerly. Sam’s fingers were fucking into you at an angle that made you desperate to scream but unable to. Your body was twitching, pulsing with need. You were so close to something… something more than what you were used to.
“Come for us, ‘Mega, and you can have our cocks,” Sam promised.
Dean hummed against you. “Wanna taste it.”
With both brothers bringing you closer and closer to an insanity you were unfamiliar with, you had no choice but to let go.
The scream that ripped through your lips frightened the birds in nearby trees, sending them flying off in a hurry. Inside the cabin, Sam held you firm, pressing on your stomach as you gushed all over his brother’s face. Still, they both continued to fuck you in their own way, drawing out your climax until it was too much.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,” you begged with tears streaming down your face. “Please, no more. Too much.”
Not needing to be told twice, hearing the desperate plea in your voice, both Sam and Dean pulled away from your throbbing pussy and pulsing body.
You were laying there, on the bed, trying to catch your breath as they began to crowd you. Neither touched your overly sensitive parts, instead they caressed your hips, reached for your hands, ran their fingers through your hair, and placed gentle kisses wherever they could reach.
Panting, arching into both of them as the heat in your stomach quickly grew once more, you closed your eyes. It was all so overwhelming, you didn’t know what to do or how to react. Feeling the brothers surround you, sensing them, smelling their scents as everything mingled until there was nothing but the three of you.
“Please,” you cried, leaning your forehead against Dean’s. “Please.”
They moved with no direct order or instruction, because they didn’t need it. They knew what you needed, what you wanted, what your mind, body and soul craved. The Alphas in them could feel the Omega in you, and they listened to every desperately whispered plea she sang.
Sam was there first, stroking your pussy with the head of his cock, lathering it up with your slick. As he pulled away Dean replaced him. You gasped as Dean pushed into you with no warning, in one, long, slow thrust. He kissed your cervix, filling you completely, just as perfectly as he’d done before.
“God,” with his forehead still on yours, Dean let out a long and shaky breath, “I’ll never get used to this.”
A trail of light kisses were pressed to the back of your shoulder as Sam lined himself up. “Ready?”
The whining sound you made was all your could managed as you nodded against Dean, desperate to feel them both inside-
Sam pushed forward.
It was too much at first, painful and foreign. Your hands shot up to grab Dean’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut as your face contorted into a look of discomfort.
“Breathe,” Dean whispered against you. “Relax, ‘Mega. Let Sammy in.” Hearing the gentle order falling from his lips, you did as Dean said and relax.
By no means did it make it suddenly magically fine. You were still in some kind of pain and discomfort, but it wasn’t something you didn’t enjoy. Feeling Sam as he pressed into you further, it promised something more, a feeling far beyond whatever you’d felt before. Having both your Alphas inside you…
Sam pressed a kiss to your neck. “You’re okay.”
Pausing your thoughts, you realised he was inside you then… and it was like nothing you’d ever experienced. It was like you weren’t just surrounded by your Alphas, but you were drowning in them.
When the brothers began to move you were lost. It was… it was incredible. Feeling them thrust at a matching pace, leaving and filling you at the same time. They took their time, dragging it out, worshiping you with their hands and lips, while their cocks took what they wanted.
You wanted it, too. Wanted to feel the stretch and burn of them. Wanted to be impaled on their long, thick, hot cocks. God you wanted their knots, their seed filling your womb until you were bursting at the seams and carrying their pups.
“Fuck me,” you begged. “Knot me. Alphas… I want you. All of you.” Your eyes opened to meet Dean’s. “I want your seed, your pups, I want you to fuck a baby into me.”
He whimpered and nodded desperately. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
Sam didn’t get the chance to catch the slight warning before Dean picked up the pace. He began to thrust faster and harder, the head of his cock slamming into your cervix as he chased his release. You held onto his shoulders, digging your nails into him, holding on for dear life. There was no stopping Dean.
“If… you keep… going…” Sam groaned, trying to keep up with his brother. But you were too tight, and Dean was quickly losing himself to his Alpha urges. “I can’t knot you here yet, baby,” he whispered into your ear, a guilty tone in his voice.
Turning your head, you caught his eyes. “Then don’t knot me… let me…” Your eyes rifted.
As Dean continued to fuck you, Sam shifted so he was on his elbow and looming over you. “What?” He lifted his hand to brush your hair from your face. “What do you want, ‘Mega?”
No one saw it coming. No one could stop you.
Before you realised what you were doing, you grabbed Sam’s wrist and pulled him forward. Your teeth sunk into his neck, in the same sport where his mark lay on your neck. As Sam groaned and cried out against you, Dean pushed his knot into you with an animal roar.
Screaming against Sam, you let him go, retracting your teeth from his neck as your own orgasm came over you. Dean shuddered and twitched, his cock lodged deep inside your pussy as everything inside you pulsed with white hot heat. Ripples of dizziness shook every cell in your body. You were floating, drowning in the euphoria of pleasure that began where Dean was locked inside you.
Hands were cradling your cheeks, lips were pressing reassuring kisses to your face. Sam’s whispered words brought you back from the bliss of your climax. You felt yourself drifting back to earth.
“Sleep, sweetheart,” Dean groaned, face buried in your chest.
“I’ll keep watch,” Sam offered as your eyes began to open.
Before he could go, however, you reached out to stop him. “Sam… I’m sorr-”
Leaning back down, he silenced you with a kiss. When he was sure you wouldn’t finish your sentence, he pulled back to meet your gaze. “There’s no need to apologise. I’m yours just as you’re mine.” Letting you go, he pushed away and walked off, leaving you and Dean to give in to exhaustion.
***
The sound outside woke you.
Your eyes shot open and locked onto the door of the cabin. Dean, sensing your alertness and hearing the sound as well, stirred behind you. Carefully, with the quietest hiss you’d ever heard, he pulled his half hard cock from your slicked pussy. You were still in heat, and he was still being affected by it… but there was something wrong.
Outside was too quiet. You couldn’t hear anything but the wind. No birds, animals, insects… just the haunting moans of the woods, like an ominous warning.
When Dean slipped from the bed you reached out for him. Sure, you were tough, you were dangerous, but you were also an Omega, in heat, vulnerable and hormonal… you weren’t sure what to expect from yourself at that moment. Could you fight? Would you fight? Could you run? Would you run? You had no idea, but things would be easier if you had Dean with you.
Unfortunately, he didn’t see you reaching out for him. His focus was on the door as he crept along the old cabin floor until he stood between you and the unknown.
You heard the sound again, like movement outside… heavy movement that did not belong to an animal or the wind…
Was it Sammy, out on the porch and keeping watch? Was it Cas, coming to check on you all? Was it Gabriel, coming to tell you they’d found your rescuer? Was it someone else…?
Hard footsteps landing on the porch had Dean jump to attention. You shot off the bed, getting ready for a fight just like your Alpha. Then the door was thrown open.
“Guys!” Gabriel burst into the cabin, a look of panic crossing his face. “We found help, but we have to be fast, he’s right behind-” Suddenly Gabriel’s face twisted in pain as you heard the familiar sound of someone choking on blood.
Not two seconds passed before Gabriel fell to the ground, revealing the knife that was now sticking out the back of his neck. You let out a cry as your hand came up to cover your mouth, shock and fear freezing you to the spot.
“Y/N, run!” Dean ordered, turning to you. “Get out-”
A gunshot rang and the world collapsed around you.
It was like in the movies, where a scene is suddenly in slow motion. You watched, eyes going wide as a scream got caught in your throat. Dean, who had been turning towards you, was pushed forward as blood spurted out of his back. Fear washed over his face, followed by pain, as he fell to the floor. Unable to move, unable to do anything but stand there, desperate to help, or scream, or fight, or do anything… you watched in horror.
Three more shots rang out, and with each the world seemed to move a little faster until the spell was over and everything was back to normal.
Only it wasn’t. Nothing could be normal. Not when Dean was lying on the ground, barely able to move as he tried to tell you to run, while he was bleeding from four gunshot wounds.
Feet landing on the porch had your head snap in that direction.
“Hello Y/N.” Ketch grinned as he trained the gun on Dean. His eyes roamed up and down you hungrily. “I’ve been looking for you.” He started forward. “You were supposed to be mine when the sun rose… seems you’ve had your fill this morning, though.” Sniffing the air, his lips curled up in disgust.
Your eyes darted from Ketch, to Gabriel, to Dean, and then back. Words failed you, your limbs failed you… your heat failed you.
A particularly painful cramp shot through you then, but you fought to ignore it. Biting your lip, you tried not to flinch as your body ached with need and pain.
Ketch didn’t miss the change. “Omega… don’t fight it. What I dosed you up with last night was like nothing you’ve ever experienced. Your heat is going to keep coming back until it's satiated. Until you’re fucked so full you can’t walk or talk.” His free hand dropped to his belt. “Until you're fucked by a proper man.”
Part of you returned then, and you spat on the ground. “I’d rather die.”
“Would you rather Dean die?” he countered, reminding you of your shot and bleeding Alpha, and the gun still aimed at him. “Don’t fight, give in, and I’ll take your Alphas back with us. I’ll patch them up and let them live. During your heats I’ll let them out of the Pit and bring them to the Cage, where you’ll remain. You’ll be mine, but I’ll let them have you, to keep you alive.”
“And if I fight?”
“Then I shoot him in his pretty little face, fuck you over his corpse, knock you out, find his brother and take you back.” He shrugged, moving closer to you. “Then I’ll force Sam to have the same drugs his brother had, and I’ll make him tear you to shreds until you can’t take it anymore, and you kill him yourself. But in the end, either way, you’ll remain in the Cage, and you will be mine.”
Staring at him, watching as he kept moving closer, you held your ground. “I think I prefer option three.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Y/N… there is no option three.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
As Ketch neared you, you lunged.
Trying to take the moment while it lasted, you reached out and knocked the gun out of his hand. Ketch was quick to react, grabbing your arm to try and pull you to him, but you weren’t going down without a fight. Letting him draw you near, you then threw your head back into his.
His pained cry would be something to celebrate later, for now you had to keep working. Wrenching yourself from his grasp, you dived for his gun. Of course, Ketch recovered too quickly, and as your fingers grazed the weapon you felt fingers grip your ankle.
You were dragged along the old, splintering floorboards of the cabin, away from the gun and Dean. Ketch threw you into the middle of the room with a force that should have sent you flying through the floor, but instead it just made you hit your head. Disorientated, you were too dizzy to move for a few moments as you tried to recover, tried to pull yourself up.
Ketch was too fast… before you could make another move, he was on you.
Grabbing you before you could recover, he flipped you onto your stomach and pressed himself against you. “I’ve spent years repressing my urges. I was trained to fight the Alpha. Becoming a Delta is fucking hard work. And then you walk in, begging to be taught a lesson, begging for an Alpha to fuck you into submission…” He rutted against you. “Everyone thinks you’re dead… I could take you far away from here, keep you, lock you in some basement and fuck you through your heats until the loss of those two fuckers kills you.”
His hot breath fanned over your neck, dampening your already sweaty skin as he continued to rock into you. Your claws dug into the floor as you cried out for help, struggling to break free, but you were too weak and he was too strong.
“The things I could do to you… you give me so many delicious ideas.” His teeth scraped along your shoulder. “I don’t know where to begin.”
Looking up as tears rolled down your face… you caught Dean’s eyes.
He was struggling to make a noise, trying his hardest to move… he was alive. Despite all the blood loss, the bullets, everything, Dean was alive. One look at him and you could see the panic, the pain, the fear, the anger… and you could feel it. You could feel him, inside you. His own pain, but his pain for you, the terror and horror rattling his bones.
Dean was unable to do anything but lay there and watch as the monster above you violated and took everything from you.
In that moment you recalled moments in your past. You saw the first man who had tried to dominate you, and the look in his face when you killed him. You saw the hundreds of other Alphas that underestimate you. You saw the Omegas and Betas that you fought to protect. You saw the leering eyes and snarls of every Alpha that had tried to take you like a piece of meat. You saw Lucifer, Gordon, and every other fucker back at the prison. Then you saw Ketch.
Always in the background. Always watching. Always making a comment. Always threatening. Always there. He’d been a constant threat, waiting for his moment, learning what made you tick.
Tearing your eyes from Dean, you mumbled something under your breath.
“I’m sorry,” Ketch- who had been working on freeing his cock- paused, “what was that?”
“I said,” you dug your claws into the floor, “I should have killed you. That first day you came by to give me my first pill, the day that started it all… I should have reached through the bars and snapped your neck. Would have been so easy… like breaking a twig.”
He snarled in your ear. “You think it would’ve been easy? You were weak. You’ve always been weak. You’re an Omega. A smart mouthed bitch who’s only good for fucking.” His hand let go of one of your arms to grab your hair so he could turn you to face him. “I’m going to enjoy filling everyone of your orifices until you’re too stuffed to think.”
“And I’m going to enjoy this.”
The angle on which he’d turned you gave you some leverage, and with the rage of your past, and the love you felt for your Alphas, you gave it one last try. One… last… fight…
Using everything you had, you flipped the two of you so he was flat on his back. Your elbow shot out, hitting him square in the nose, hard enough that you heard a sickening crack. Not pausing, not wasting time, you rolled out of his reach and jumped to your feet.
He was there, behind you, reaching out with a snarl that sounded more animal than human. But you didn’t let that stop you. Knowing you needed to get out, get him away from Dean, do something, you ran towards the kitchen part of the cabin and grabbed the two rusty knives that sat on the counter before spinning to face Ketch again.
Pausing, he looked from you to the knives, and then he chuckled. “You wanna make this hard? Okay.” Reaching for his back, he pulled out a knife of his own. “Ready when you-”
Before he could finish, you threw one of the knives at him with deadly accuracy. Unfortunately, the knife was too rusty and blunt. It went to the side a little and while it still managed to get him in the shoulder, it wasn’t enough.
Ketch- with his broken bleeding nose, and bruising face- let out another pained sound as his eyes dropped to the knife that was now in his arm. “Bitch!”
“Y/N! Dean!”
Sam’s voice called through the woods outside, but he was too far away. You couldn’t let him distract you. Couldn’t let ketch get the upper hand again.
“I’m going to gut your Alphas in front of you,” Ketch threatened, lips curling back in a snarl. “I’m going to feed them to the animals in the Pit. Going to make you watch. Listen to your screams as you see the last of your precious Winchesters get devoured by the insane creatures locked away in the dark. That’s what you’ll turn into. A feral bitch, insane and wild. It’s what whores like you deserve, you filthy, fucking slut-”
