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What We Deserve Chapter 3

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word count: 1506

Warnings: Angry/Depressed Dean

“Rise and shine, Sammy!”

Dean? Sam squinted slowly peeling his eyelids open. Dean was up awfully early for school. It wasn’t like him, unless... 

“Any word from Dad?” Sam yawned.

Dean smirked while tying his shoes on his mattress. Sam was always observant. Perks of being a hunter.

“He called this morning, said he doesn’t know yet. Could be a few hours, could be another week. We weren’t supposed to be here this long.”

Sam sat up stretching in arms above his head. “At least you've got Amanda. She’s cool.”

Sam didn’t really know Amanda. She was a senior and popular. Barry made sure to tell Sam he thought Dean was cool when he saw them sneaking out of the janitor’s closet one time.

Dean groaned, “Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents.”

Sam snorted.

“Besides, you have Y/N and what’s his name? The kid with the glasses.”

“Barry,” Sam rolled his eyes seeing the empty bed beside him. “Where’s Y/N anyway?”

Throwing his brown leather jacket over his shoulder Dean replied, “I drove her home this morning so she can get ready for school.”

Sam nodded in approval. Sure Dean complained out loud about Sam and Y/N always hanging out in the motel but he always took care of them. 

“Careful Dean, you might actually convince everyone you’re a good guy.” Sam joked.

Dean didn’t find the joke humorous though. Sam realized that when a pillow hit him in the face.

“Get ready.” Dean growled.

Dean’s left hand came up to rest on his latest conquest’s cheek deepening their kiss. The brunette’s right hand trailed down Dean's chest. The omega jumped, grasping Dean’s wrist as someone knocked at the door.

Dean pulled away calling out to the janitor on the other side of the door, “Five more minutes, Jerry.” before bringing the omega in for another kiss.

It wasn’t his first time making out in the janitor’s closet. Dean had been to different schools, in different places, with different girls. Truman High was no exception. Usually he met Amanda, a blonde senior beta in the closet but ever since he turned alpha he started to crave the touch and smell of a sweet omega.

The door creaked open behind Dean letting light flood the small closet. The young alpha released the omega and spun around, his eyes wide at the sight of Amanda standing in the doorway.

“Amanda, hey!”

The brunette’s eyes peaked at Amanda before returning to Dean. She knew Dean and Amanda had a thing but he was an alpha now. Amanda’s eyes searched Dean’s for an explanation after she caught the omegas brown eyes staring at her.

Dean turned to the omega asking “Uh, Gettysburg address, 1863, right?” He then turned to Amanda who simply blinked back at him, her arms crossed over her chest.

The omega pulled her lips into a thin line. This was awkward. Shoving her hands in the back of her jeans pockets she bowed her head not daring to look at Amanda nor Dean as she exited the closet.

“History test next period. We're studying.” Dean weakly replied.

Amanda shook her head and spun on her heel. Dean frowned following Amanda out into the hall. 

“Come on, baby. She means nothing to me. Don't be mad.”

Amanda spun around, her friends sauntering down the hall stopping behind her to watch the scene unfold.

“I'm not mad, Dean. I thought maybe... underneath your whole "I could give a crap," alpha bad-boy thing, that there was something more going on.” Dean stared at Amanda in disbelief. He expected her to yell at him, hit him, to do something out of anger. “I mean, like the way you are with your brother.” She shrugged, “But I was wrong. And you spend so much time trying to convince people that you're cool, but it's just an act. We both know that you're just a sad... lonely little kid. And I feel sorry for you, Dean.”

Dean’s gaze dropped briefly. He could see Amanda’s friends behind her whispering. People in the hall watching. He knew he was a sad lonely little kid. Despite the beta’s calm demeanor, her words cut him like a hot knife through butter. Maybe making out with the omega in the janitor’s closet was a cry for help. Sure as a teen alpha male his sex drive was high but he was also hot-headed and angry. He was looking for a reaction from someone, anyone.

Hurt and infuriated, Dean’s voice became cold. “You feel sorry for me, huh? Don't feel sorry for me.” Amanda scoffed, turning on her heel to join her friends. “You don't know anything about me. I save lives. I'm a hero.” Dean watched her blonde hair bounce with every step she took away from him. She was leaving. It was a stab to the heart much like her words, but isn’t that what he wanted? “A hero!”

The beta’s friends inspected Dean from head to toe scoffing.

“What?”

The three females raised their eyebrows at Dean pressing their lips into a thin line. He knew he saved lives, he didn’t need their approval. Any other day Dean wouldn’t have said anything. He would have kept his mouth shut about the family business like his dad insisted. Any other day but today. As the women walked away from Dean he noticed a few people lingering in the hall.

“What?!”

Sam shuffled down the crowded hallway, both hands clutching the steps of his book bag on his back. Between the mass Sam’s hazel eyes met Y/N’s Y/E/C. She waved Sam down and without missing a beat Sam pushed through the crowd to meet Y/N halfway. 

“Good job buddy” an upperclassman called out. “Sam, great job with Dirk the jerk” another shouted as he slapped Sam’s hand. He could see Y/N high fiving a couple people from the other end of the hall and the corners of Sam’s mouth twitched upward. Sam wasn’t used to all of the attention. He finally felt normal, he didn’t feel like a freak. 

Watching from the middle of the hallway Dean wanted to praise Y/N and Sam. To Dean, Y/N always seemed to fit in yet she chose to hang out with Sam and himself on occasions. He imagined this would be her life when they moved on from this town. It’s better to be popular in high school anyway. It’s for the best. They would be gone and she would be taken care of.

Sam was a different story. Dean was proud watching Sam fit in and he could see Sam getting out of this life, going to college, living the white picket fence life. Despite his happiness for his little brother, he still felt consumed by his rage, he felt like he was drowning. His life was crumbling around him and he couldn’t wait to get away from it all.

Walking through the hall, hands in his leather jacket Dean felt his phone vibrate. Glancing at the caller even though he knew only one person called his phone.

“Dad?” The hunt was over and John was on his way. Goodbye Truman. Dean was getting a chance to start over, to climb out of the hole he had been digging himself in. Dean sighed in relief, “Finally.”

Sam sat on the wall by the steps as Dean paced back and forth in front of the school.

“How’d Y/N take the news?” Dean asked?

Sam shrugged.

Y/N knew Sam and Dean were passing through town, they weren’t staying long. At least they weren’t supposed to. As days turned into weeks and weeks into months Y/N formed expectations in her head. She thought they would at least end the year together. She would get to sit next to Sam and cheer on with him as they watched Dean graduate. She thought they would spend the summer together, they would find a place to live permanently, Dean would go off to college and her and Sam would walk through Truman High’s doors once again next year.

Dean stopped pacing his hands in fists in his jackets pockets. “I can't wait to get the hell out of here. This place sucks.”

A horn followed by the unmistakable rumble of the 67 Chevy impala had Dean spinning around. As the sleek black car rolled to a stop Dean practically sprinted to the car. When he noticed Sam not following he called over his shoulder not stopping, “Come on, Sam.”

Sam huffed moving for the first time since he sat on the wall. He slung his backpack over his shoulder making his way to the impala. Glancing up at the window Barry waved weakly to Sam with a frown on his face. Sam smiled in return before climbing in the back of the impala. He would always think of Y/N, Barry, his teacher Mr. Wyatt and his time at Truman fondly, a time when he was normal.

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What We Deserve

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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What We Deserve Chapter 2

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word count: 836

Warnings: Angry Dean

Dean could hear the pair outside the motel as Sam put the room key in the door. Scanning the room for a cover, Dean quickly threw a pillow over his lap as the door opened.

“Hey,” Dean croaked, clearing his throat before trying again. “Hey.”

Sam mimicked Dean, clearing his own throat nodding awkwardly on his way to the bathroom. Y/N stood in the doorway drinking in the image of Dean sprawled out on the bed. Presentation did him good. Not that he wasn’t attractive before but fuck. Snapping out of your trance you cautiously stepped in the small room. The door shut behind you making you jump further into the room.

“Sam said-”

“I’m fine.” Dean muttered, clutching the pillow closer to him. The movement drew your eyes to it like a moth to a flame. You smirked dropping your book bag by the door.

“Whatcha’ got there?” You questioned as you sauntered to the edge of his bed, carefully running your fingers along the ridged tips of a few sheets of paper.

Dean glared at you, “Nothi-”

You pulled the pages from beneath the pillow jumping out of Dean’s reach. Inspecting the cover your eyes widened.

“Vonnegut?”

A low growl snapped your head in Dean’s direction.

“Give it back Y/L/N.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing the book in his lap.

“Work or pleasure?” You collapsed back on Sam's bed facing Dean.

Dean narrowed his eyes safely tucking Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five away in his duffel bag. “What’s it matter?”

You sat up leaning forward. “Well, I’ve tried reading it and couldn’t understand it without the aid of my teacher. Not many people do. You have to be pretty smart to understand that kind of thing if you’re reading it for fun. I wonder if Sam-”

“Don’t” Dean growled out.

Typical. You call the guy smart and he doesn’t want Sam to know. Of course Dean was reading for pleasure. The man rarely did any schoolwork.

“Don’t worry, I won't tell Sam you’re not as badass as you think you are.”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Dean teased laying back on his bed ignoring you.

He may have grown physically but he was still the same childish 16 year old you met 2 years ago.

“Bite me Dean.”

As soon as you said it you regretted it. In the blink of an eye you were met with his green orbs. It didn’t last long though, his eyes began to roam your body making you blush. What were you thinking telling a newly presented alpha to bite you?

The tug on your sweater to cover your body pulled Dean out of his trance. He knew you were just as uncomfortable as you had made him.. 

“Sorry sweetheart, you’re not exactly my type.” He smirked facing the bathroom door where Sam appeared.

That jerk. He actually smirked. Of course you were his type! Dean wasn’t exactly picky. But he’s no longer Dean, he’s an alpha and you were a beta.

“Are you bleeding?” Dean snapped. His nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply.

Sam shrugged, coming to sit beside you on his bed. “I was. Dirk pushed Barry. I stepped in and he pushed me. I scraped my hands, nothing major. Y/N jumped in and saved the day.”

“Sam helped.” Y/N beamed.

Dean growled deeper than you had heard him growl when you found the book. You were terrified but one glance to Sam showed you he was unfazed.

“That kid’s Dead.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean.”

“I'm gonna rip his lungs out!” Dean jumped up clenching his fists.

“It's not a big deal.” Sam mumbled.

Using his long legs, Dean took a forward towering over Sam, “Not a big deal? Sammy, look at yourself. If Dad was here-”

“He's not.” Sam dared to look into Dean’s eyes.

Dean clenched his jaw. He knew John wasn’t here, he rarely was. He didn’t need to be reminded of his. Sam was his responsibility and since he presented he hasn’t been able to watch after Sam.

“Well, I am! And as soon I'm finished with that dick-”

“Shut up, okay?!” Sam jumped off the bed glaring up at Dean. “I don't need your help.” 

You flinched at the sight, suddenly feeling like you were intruding. Sam never lashed out, especially not at Dean.

Dean crossed his arms across his chest huffing, “That's right, you don't. You could have torn him apart. So why didn't you?”

Sam sighed, “Because I don't want to be the freak for once, Dean. I want to be normal.”

“So taking a beating - that's normal?” Dean pressed.

Sam peeked over his shoulder back at you clutching your legs to your chest.

“I didn’t. Y/N was there.”

Dean followed Sam’s gaze to your terrified form and sighed.

“Sorry Y/N/N, I’m not used to being an alpha.” Dean pinched the bridge of his nose sitting back down on his mattress. “I just suddenly have all of this rage.”

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What We Deserve Chapter 1

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word count: 738

Warnings: Bullying, Fighting

The crowd caught your eye first. A bunch of your classmates standing shoulder to shoulder in the parking lot of Truman High. Most of them were upperclassmen and significantly taller than you making it impossible to see through the crowd. The voice was the second thing to catch your attention.

“Come on, Lose-chester. Let’s see what you got.”

Not again. You sprinted, pushing your way through the crowd. The unexpected shoving caused a few omegas to yelp in surprise, not that you cared. As you reached the front you caught sight of the beta bully Dirk towering over a significantly smaller hunched over Sam Winchester, your best friend.

This wasn’t the first time Sam had gotten into a fight but with one look at Sam’s hands turning into firsts you knew it would be the first time Sam hit back.

“Come on, freak!” Dirk shouted.

In a split decision, you dropped your book bag rushing forward.

“Freak!” Dirk roared.

At the same time Sam stood up and turned around, you shoved Dirks left arm forcing his body to stumble to the right in surprise. Sam’s eyebrows raised in shock.

“Leave him alone!”

Dirk used his forearm alone to push you backwards before turning to face Sam again. Sam however, wasn’t staring at Dirk. Your eyes met, his silently asking if you were okay. A slight nod of your head was all of the confirmation Sam needed and so much more. With that one look Sam faced Dirk distracting him. You charged forward kicking the back of Dirk's knee. Dirk collapsed on his knees and in the blink of an eye Sam’s fist connected with Dirk’s jaw knocking him out.

In that second, the sound of the crowd cheering came rushing back to Sam.

“You're not tough. You're just a jerk. "Dirk the jerk." Sam mouthed down to Dirk.

You stood in shock. Where had Sam learned to punch like that? A tug on your hand brought you out of your trance and propelled your feet forward. When you looked up Sam was pulling you through the crowd in the direction of the woods.

Sam didn’t release your hand until the school was no longer in sight and you both were halfway through the woods.

“Here.” Sam threw you your school bag.

“Thanks.” You caught the bag before it could hit you in the face. “Where’d you learn to punch like that?”

Sam spared a glance in your direction, “Where’d you learn to kick like that?”

You rolled your eyes. Sam was always secretive and rarely answered questions about his life. You didn’t agree with it but respected it.

“ I took a kickboxing class once.” You shrugged.

Sam snorted, “Right.”

“Where are we going anyway?” You asked jumping in front of Sam to prevent him from walking any further.

“My motel, it's quicker this way. Sorry Y/N, I just ran back there. I can walk you home if you want-”

“It’s fine. I just haven’t seen you walk there is all. Where is Dean by the way? I haven’t seen the guy all week.” Dean was a senior at Truman and always drove Sam and himself home. You had tagged along on occasions.

Sam began walking again not daring to look back at you.

“He’s back at the motel. He- he presented last week. Dad thought it would best for him to stay at the motel awhile longer.”

You nodded although he couldn’t see you and almost tripped over a rock. Of course Sam turned around catching you before you could actually fall.

“So let me guess,” you began. Dean was a softie at heart. That much you knew. You weren’t sure about their life before Truman but you knew their father John wasn’t around much, their mother was dead, and Dean took care of Sam. “Dean’s an omega.”

Sam snorted for the second time that day before shaking his head. “Alpha.”

Huh. Didn’t see that one coming.

As you breached the clearing of the woods you turned to Sam, “Is he still-”

“No. He’s fine now.” Sam reassured you before pausing. “Stay the night?”

You grinned locking arms with Sam. It hadn’t been the first night you slept at the Winchester’s motel. In fact, you preferred it to your empty house. You and Sam found comfort in each other and often shared a bed. Despite Dean’s claims, you all knew he too found comfort in your presence. Suddenly the world felt a whole lot smaller and less lonely.

“Lead the way Winchester.”

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