Bite The Hand That Feeds
Summary: When the reader is kidnapped by an Alpha, she thinks that’s her biggest problem to deal with but she soon learns how wrong she is...
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x reader
Square: Alpha/Omega
Word Count: 12,300ish
Rating: Mature (language, death, kidnapping, fires, violence, angst, injury (not the happiest fic there ever was, that’s for sure))
A/N: Written for @spnabobingo
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A large smack to the back of your head made you flash your eyes open. It was dark, your hands behind you, secured with some kind of leather restraints. That wasn’t good. Swallowing hard, you felt the gag in your mouth, a strip of thick fabric that covered your lips and was tied taught at the back of your head. Your feet felt bound but it was more likely rope or a ziptie based on the give. Your nose brushed against fabric every so often and the barely there taillights told you not only were you in the back of a trunk, there was also a hood on your head.
You took a deep breath through your nostrils, trying to get your bearings when you realized the car wasn’t moving anymore. A loud creek echoed in the chamber as cool night air hit you. The trunk was open and someone was staring down at you.
It couldn’t have been a person. You were a hunter. Too well trained for that and monsters didn’t exactly kidnap people. Neither did the other one’s but the leather restraints should have been the dead give away.
“Move,” said a loud Alpha’s voice. You stayed still. They weren’t common and they weren’t known for their kindness. If he knew you were a hunter, you were as good as dead.
He grabbed your arm and yanked you up easily, far more easily than any human man could. He was going to be harder to get away from than you thought.
You waited until he was picking you up before you pulled the knife out of your boot and sliced behind you. You cut loose your feet and slashed with it as best you could with arms behind you. The Alpha hissed and you knew you got him. You managed to shake the hood off and had just about made a break for it when the restraints on your wrists burned and you dropped to your knees.
“Hunter,” he growled, kicking the knife out of your hands and pulling the hood back on you before you even got a look at him.
He was Alpha so he had to be big. He ripped off your boots, yanking you to your socked feet and walking you roughly across some kind of stone driveway. You went up a few steps, almost trying for a break away again when he paused at a door but the pain in the restraints started to tingle and you stopped, the pain going away.
He’d infused them with magic.
Oh you were so fucked.
He yanked you through a door and on some kind of wood floor, turning a corner before he pushed you and you fell back on a mattress.
You growled as he ripped off the hood. No way were you letting him do that without a fight. The room was dim but he was very handsome, perfectly human looking but you knew the difference, knew what he was.
He narrowed his green eyes at you, reaching for the gag but you backed up further on the bed.
“We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere, no thanks to your kind, so I wouldn’t bother screaming if I were you,” he said. It took everything in you not to bite him right then and there but you held back as he tugged the gag down. “Turn around.”
“You first,” you said. He stared at you, your wrists starting to hurt. “Neat trick. You think that-”
You went wide eyed, a scream ready to erupt from your throat from the pain that had shot through you before it had quickly disappeared.
“Turn. Around.”
You got up to your knees but showed him your back, his hands gripping your wrists. You closed your eyes, surprised when you felt him untie you, leaving only a small strip of leather on your wrist, no beginning or end to it.
“Humans have a way of dealing with unruly people. So do we. You do as I say and someday that will come off and you’ll be allowed to leave,” he said.
“I’ve been to hell and they couldn’t break me, sweetie,” you said, the Alpha quickly hiding his flash of surprise. “I would chop off-”
He grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet, pulling you out of the bedroom, the two of you winding up in a small hallway. You went past a kitchen and another hall, going to the other side of what looked like the house.
He glared at you and opened a door.
You were greeted to small voices coughing, three small children tucked away in beds, all of them sweaty and ill looking. You turned back to the Alpha, his chin rising.
“They are ill and I don’t know why. Help them and then you may go,” he said.
“I’m not a doctor,” you said.
“They aren’t human. I can’t bring them to a doctor without getting them killed or stuck in a lab. You’re a hunter. You understand our dynamic. Fix them,” he said.
“What-”
“Fix. The. Pups,” he growled, pulling the door shut after himself, leaving you alone with them. You thought for one that was a stupid thing as he’d just given you potential hostages. But the strap on your wrist was as good as any watchdog you figured and even if they were technically monsters...they were children.
You bent down by the first bed, a little girl probably only four or five years old clutching a teddy bear to her chest.
“Hi sweetheart,” you said, looking around, finding a thermometer on a table nearby. “I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”
“Georgia,” she said with a cough.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong, sweetie?”
You opened the door after half an hour with the three of them, Georgia, Gavin and Gabby, four year old triplets you’d learned. The Alpha was waiting at the end of the hall as you walked up to him and then past, his hand grabbing your arm.
“Well?” he asked.
“I told you. I’m not a doctor,” you said, shrugging him off. “I got symptoms and their temperatures but that’s it. I don’t know how to help you.”
“You’re a hunter. You research all the damn time. Research and find out what’s wrong,” he said.
“You’re their father. You fucking do it,” you said.
“I am not their father,” he said, a dark look in his eyes. “None of them are my blood but I am the Alpha and I will care for them.”
“I can’t help you,” you said.
“Then what’s the point of you,” he said, brushing past you and going out a back door. You looked out the window at him, rolling your eyes as you found some paper in the kitchen and wrote down the symptoms they each complained of and their temperatures. You knew his kind, the Alphas and Betas and Omegas, they ran hot, like dogs did. But the kids temperatures were too high and you were starting to understand why he’d kidnapped you.
If they didn’t start to get better and soon, they’d die.
You sighed as you stood up, going to the back window again and staring out at the Alpha standing in the backyard, tilting his head up at the sky. You sighed and turned to go inside, spotting a well out on the edge of the property. You glanced over at the leaky faucet in the kitchen, an idea sparking in your mind.
“Alpha,” you said, stepping outside, his head whipping around. “How opposed are you to breaking into a hardware store tonight?”
“What are you doing?” he asked, reaching for the glass of water when you swatted his hand away. “I will destroy you.”
“Shut up,” you said, pulling out the test strip from the water and comparing it to the chart. “Well, that’s not good.”
“What’s not good?” he asked, peering over your shoulder.
“The kids, do-”
“Pups,” he said.
“Fine. Do the pups drink water from the faucet?” you asked.
“Yeah, we all do,” he said, glancing down another hall.
“Wait. What do you mean all?”
“...There are two twelve year olds, a fourteen and a sixteen year old here as well,” he said. “We all drink from the tap. Why?”
“Because you have arsenic in your water. A lot of it.”
“Are you sure this will work?” he asked. “Arsenic is bad news, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” you said, pouring some of the mixture into a few small glasses. “Everyone in the house needs to drink this.”
“You first,” he said. You narrowed your eyes but took a sip, wincing as you pulled it away.
“Go. Do the little ones. Now.”
“It says 100,” said the Alpha, holding up the thermometer to you in the kitchen. “They’re all perfectly fine.”
“Basic healing potion,” you said. “Keep it for when somebody scarpes a knee too hard.”
He nodded, walking behind you and curling a finger under the gag still around your neck. You froze, the Alpha untying it and setting it on the kitchen table.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Can I ask why you took me? Hunters, Alphas, we’re not known for getting along,” you said.
“Y/N Y/L/N. You’re known for your viciousness in your hunting world. You’re also known for letting an innocent monster go here and there,” he said. You raised your chin, the Alpha looking down. “I knew once you knew children were at risk, you wouldn’t go anywhere.”
“So you going to take this off now?” you asked, holding up your wrist. He grabbed your hand and mumbled, the thing falling off and to the ground. “Are we done?”
“Never speak of this place to a soul,” he said. “Or I will kill you without a second thought.”
“For a guy who claims those aren’t his kids...they’re your kids, Alpha,” you said, giving him a nod as you headed for the front door. “See you never.”
Two Days Later
You were barely out of your car before the four kids stopped playing in the front yard and stared at you, three boys, one girl, all of them looking ready to run.
“Y/N!” you heard Georgia say as she ran over with a smile. “You came back!”
“Hey, sweetie,” you said, giving them all a nervous smile. “Where’s the Alpha? I need to talk to him.”
“Dean?” she asked, your head tilting. She grabbed your hand and took you back towards the house, the older ones following you as you went inside with the little girl. The Alpha, Dean, was sitting at the kitchen table working on something. “Dean! Y/N’s back!”
His whole body went tense, eyes going too many shades dark, one of the older kids grabbing Georgia and taking her outside before Dean was out of his seat.
“I-” you said, Dean shoving you back against the closest wall, a hand around your throat.
“What did I tell you,” he said calmly. “You threatened my pack by returning. I don’t do well with hunters threatening my pack.”
“Came...help...jackass,” you said. He narrowed his eyes and relaxed his hand. You slid down the wall, coughing as he yanked you to your feet, forcing you to sit down in a chair at the table. “If this is how you treat your friends-”
“I have no friends,” he growled, glancing back at the oldest one, a girl with blonde hair. “Watch the pups. No one comes in the house until this is dealt with.”
You swallowed as they left, Dean stalking in front of you, bending over to get at your level.
“You better have a good fucking reason for coming back and I mean good,” he said. You stared him down, glancing at the sink. “We know about the water.”
“Arsenic isn’t in the soil here,” you said. He tilted his head. “The arsenic in your water supply. It didn’t come from the ground. Someone put it there.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, Dean, someone knows you’re here and they were trying to take you all out very, very slowly, in a way you’d never even realize,” you said. “I don’t know about your life but-”
“Tim! Tom!” he shouted, two of the boys rushing inside. “We need to leave. Fifteen minutes. Triplets are with you two. Tell your brother and sister. Start packing. Now.”
They took off, all of the kids rushing in the house quickly.
“Beth!” he shouted, the teenage girl, the oldest one, came running into the kitchen. He dug into his pocket and tossed a set of car keys at her. “You drive and make sure everyone’s in the SUV ready to go.”
“You want us all in one car?” she asked.
“You and the kids in the SUV,” he said. “I’ll go separate. Just try not to get distracted by them and you’ll be fine.”
“Dean. Is-”
“I don’t know. I want you to drive you siblings to the campsite. Can you do that for me?” she nodded quickly. “You’re an Alpha. Act like you’re their Alpha and it’ll help keep them calm, especially since you’re blood, understand?”
“Yes, Alpha,” she said.
“Go sweetheart. Go,” he said. You looked up at Dean, getting a stare back from him. “You’re coming with me.”
“Do you have enough hunting crap?” he groaned, half the backseat filled up now after you cleared out your trunk.
“Why am I being kidnapped? Again?” you asked.
“I didn’t kidnap you this time,” he said.
“You locked me in the car!” you said.
“Oh, you’re a hunter. You could have gotten out if you wanted to,” he said. You held up your bound wrists, Dean raising an eyebrow. “Shut up.”
“This is what I get for being kind to some mutt,” you said. He turned off the radio and you were pretty sure he would have pulled over if it weren’t for the kids driving in the car in front of you.
“I could tear your throat out with my teeth. Watch it, hunter,” he said.
“Sorry but I’m not some dog nanny. I only came back to tell you about the water, that’s it,” you said.
“Well why did you even fucking look?” he asked. You looked out the window, his hand grabbing your wrists. “Why?”
“Because you aren’t the only person that lives out there. I was doing some digging, seeing if I had to put in an anonymous tip you know and then I realized it was only your house and only your water which is weird seeing as you share a water source with your other hick ass neighbors and the levels were extremely high so yeah, I thought you might like to know someone was poisoning your not kids. Fucking asshole,” you said, raising your hands and starting to bite at the ropes on your wrist.
“You need to leave those on,” he said, pushing your hands away.
“Buddy, I swear-”
“The safehouse we’re going to...it’s a last resort for the moment. There are others that live there already. Alphas. Any hunter that shows up there that’s not a prisoner is killed on site, no questions asked,” he said.
“I have an idea. Let me go so that’s not a problem,” you said, holding up your hands.
“No,” he said.
“No? Are you-”
“For all I know, you did this. You could be working with other hunters,” he said.
“If I did this, Dean, I would have poisoned you all with that cure,” you said. “You’d all be dead. So why don’t you come up with a better reason than that, dick.”
He grumbled but reached over with one hand, undoing the ropes and setting it on the bench between you.
“That goes back on when we get close,” he said.
“But why am I going in the first place?” you asked.
“Because,” he said, gripping the steering wheel.
“Oh, thank you. That cleared everything up,” you said. You crossed your arms and looked out the window, trying to figure out your next move.
“Because I need a hunter’s help. If you behave, no harm will come to you there. I’m the Alpha that caught you so my rule goes when it comes to you. Don’t give anyone a reason to do a thing and you’ll be fine,” he said.
“What help could you possibly want from me?” you asked.
“A hunter has been tracking down packs and slaughtering them. I need bait,” he said.
“Dean,” you said. “I’m not going to let you kill a hunter because they killed a few Alphas.”
“Do you know why I’m watching seven kids? A hunter murdered their parents. Not two Alphas that were trouble. A kind man and a kind woman that were out celebrating their anniversary. Kind people. You know two of those kids? Tim and Tom? Not even theirs. They adopted them. Yeah. Sound like a couple pieces of shit that had it coming,” said Dean, giving you a glare. “Family after family. I don’t kill innocent things and I am going to kill this hunter before he gets anywhere near these kids again. So that is why I need you to be bait. To lure him out. I don’t care what side you’re on. Now you can behave and not get hurt or we can do this a whole other way. Your choice.”
You didn’t say anything as you turned the radio back on, letting out a sigh before you went back to looking out the window.
“Winchester,” said a tall man as Dean led you by the arm through what looked like a campsite with little cabins. You tilted your head up, quickly staring back at the ground.
Winchester. Dean Winchester. You’d heard stories of him but he’d died for good about ten years back. Killed on a werewolf hunt. That’s what your parents had told you at least. They warned you to never get too cocky like the Winchester boy had.
“If that isn’t Y/N Y/L/N,” said the man, bending down and getting in your face. You stayed still, the Alpha brushing his thumb over the bruise on your neck from when Dean had tackled you in the house earlier. “Why’d you bring a hunter here, boy?”
“The pups are in danger,” said Dean, the Alpha going as stiff as a board, a strange power radiating off of him. “I assume Tim and Tom are allowed to stay as well.”
“Of course. The boys will be treated Betas as far as I’m concerned once they’ve grown,” said the Alpha. He turned his head to you, giving you a dark smile. “Was she the one that killed Alex and Allison?”
“If she were, she wouldn’t be breathing,” said Dean. “She’ll be bait. Hunter’s look out for other hunters. The hunter that killed my friends, he was close to us. He was attempting to kill the pups. I needed to move them someplace safer.”
“They’re more than welcome. If this is the same hunter killing around the country, you have everyone’s support here. The children will be watched. Use the hunter to catch the other, then get rid of them both,” he said. You snapped your head up, the Alpha in front of you staring down. “You’ve killed our kind before.”
“I killed the Alpha that came to our house in the middle of the night and killed my parents. I’d call that even,” you said, narrowing your eyes.
“You’ve seen this place. There are only two options for you now. Be killed or be turned and I know how you hunters are,” he said.
“Let’s go,” said Dean, yanking on your arm. You looked back at the Alpha, feeling the gaze of everyone in the place on you.
You swallowed when Dean led you to a barn and opened a hatch to a cellar, walking you down. You wanted to say something but the words stuck on the tip of your tongue, Dean sitting you down on an old blanket.
“You said-”
“He is the head Alpha here but you are my prisoner. No one will harm you. I promise,” he said. You closed your eyes, hanging your head when you felt a gentle touch at your cheek. You raised your head, Dean placing a bottle of water in your hands and a few granola bars. “I will bring you more later. I promise.”
“You better.”
You were almost out of water and it was pitch black when you heard a large whoosh overhead. You tilted your head and went over to the cellar door, shouting when the thing broke open, a heavy log with flames rolling down the stairs and into the room.
“Fuck…” you said, ripping your ropes off and poking your head out of the cellar, the small barn you were in on fire. “Oh shit.”
You ran up and outside as fast as possible, watching as you saw people running around. Looking back at the campsite, you saw a cabin on fire, one you were pretty sure you saw the kids head into earlier. You ran over there, Beth nearly running into you from around the side of the building.
“What happened?” you said, Beth trying to go back in. “Where are the kids?”
“They’re out but Dean’s inside,” she said.
“Go get help,” you said, Beth taking off as you went to the door and kicked it in, getting a lungful of smoke. You dropped down and into the burning building, crawling along the floor until you saw a leg inside. You coughed a few times and grabbed his leg, Dean passed out with a cut on his head. You yanked on him and managed to get hold of his other leg as you dragged him outside.
You coughed violently once you were away from the smoke and flames, Dean groaning a little as you shook his shoulder.
“Wake up,” you said, feeling a heavy presence behind you. You spun around, a whole load of pissed off Alphas looking back at you. “I swear it wasn’t-”
You were freezing when you woke up, tied to some kind of fence on the edge of the property. You looked up from where you were sat on the ground, two Alphas with guns on either side of you. You felt a gag back in your mouth and you sighed, hoping Dean would wake up soon and explain everything.
“For fuck’s sake,” said Dean early the next morning when he saw you. “Tell me she was not out here all night in a fucking t shirt. It’s freezing.”
“She’s fine,” said the lead Alpha. “Your prisoner-”
“My prisoner saved my ass. The barn burnt down. Of course she got out. She could have run but she stayed and saved me so I’m tired of the games. Untie her. Now,” said Dean. The Alpha nodded and you were released, your arms moving slowly before you managed to pull down your gag.
“Thanks,” you said, staying seated for the moment, taking a look at your cut up hands.
“Well your bait worked. A little too well in my opinion,” said the Alpha.
“Post guards. He’ll be back,” said Dean, walking over and helping you to your feet. “Last I checked, we weren’t barbarians.”
“She’s a prisoner,” said the Alpha.
“Not anymore,” said Dean.
“You can’t-”
“Mine,” growled Dean, the others instantly backing off. You didn’t understand their dynamic enough to know what was going on but you went with him, following him into a cabin where he sat you down in a chair and started to clean up your hands. “I’m sorry...and thank you.”
“You know it was kind of a stupid plan, putting everyone in danger like that,” you said.
“Was it?” he asked, tilting his head up at you. “Think about it. Think about the places that were hit. What’s your hunter instincts telling you?”
“It was an inside job,” you said. Dean nodded quietly, returning to looking after your hands. “You knew, didn’t you.”
“I suspected. This confirmed it. Hunters and our kind don’t get along but hunters don’t start wars for no good reason. They got their revenge sometimes and okay but this is different. I think one of the Alpha’s here is killing others in order to start a fake war,” said Dean.
“But why?” you asked, Dean wrapping your hands up in gauze.
“Because some Alphas think they’re superior. That humans should be like us,” said Dean. You dropped your head, Dean running his finger over your palm. “You know who I am, don’t you.”
“Dean Winchester? Every hunter knows who you are. You’re supposed to be dead,” you said.
“Human Dean is. Alpha Dean started kicking about ten years ago,” he said, dropping your hands in your lap. “Werewolf got me pretty good. I killed it but I was bleeding out. I managed to get back to my car and drive away until I pulled over, figured it was best not to kill someone on the road on the way out. I must have been driving a bit erratically because the door flew open and there’s this guy there, big guy and he’s just staring at me. I knew he wasn’t just some guy. He was Alpha. He hauls me out of there and onto the side of this middle of nowhere road and his wife comes over. See the thing is, this werewolf I’d been hunting...it took a little girl. It was gonna turn her. I saved her. She was in the backseat. Turned out she was these people's kid and while I was over there dying, she tells them how I saved her. The guy immediately pulls out a knife and cuts his hand, presses it over an open cut I have and tells me we’re even. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in some bedroom and I feel a whole lot different and whole lot not dead.”
“He turned you,” you said.
“He saved my life because I saved his six year old daughter’s,” he said.
“Beth,” you said, Dean nodding. “Wait, you saved a kid that you knew had a dynamic?”
“I’ve done my fair share of things as a hunter but I don’t hurt little kids,” he said. “She turned out to be an Alpha. That’s rarer for a girl but I shouldn’t have been surprised. She can be a ball of spitfire.”
“Your friends that were killed...” you said, Dean sighing.
“I was very angry after I was turned. I was a hunter for fucks sake and then that happened. But they showed me that hunters have my kind so backwards. There’s so very few that are bad. Most are good and kind. Most live normal lives, live in normal neighborhoods. My friends lived in the country but they were as human as you are in most aspects,” he said.
“You gonna kidnap me anymore?” you asked. He chuckled and shook his head, glancing at your nervously.
“I’m sorry. The past two months have been...stressful,” he said. “I understand if you don’t believe me.”
“Yeah, well,” you said, looking at your hand. “I might be on edge too if someone was killing my family.”
“I was always just Uncle Dean before. Seven of them...it’s a lot to handle,” he said.
“Who do you think it is around here? So I know who to keep an eye on?” you asked.
“The Alpha,” he said.
“Which one?” you asked.
“The Alpha, Y/N. As in, the first Alpha. Everyone is either a direct blood descendant or they were turned. He’s pack leader to us all,” said Dean. “Which makes him extremely dangerous.”
“Why?”
“If a pack leader gives an order, in the right kind of tone, it’s almost impossible to disobey it,” said Dean. “If he wants a war, he has an army like that.”
“Why would the Alpha want a war though if your kind are good like you say they are?” you asked.
“Because he wants you, humans, to become us. We’re gentle by nature, even if we don’t seem it. Angering our kind is dangerous and that’s what he’s doing with these scare tactics,” said Dean.
“I still don’t-” you said, cutting yourself off when the door opened and the Alpha walked inside along with a few others.
“Is she tended to?” he asked.
“I think so. She still needs to warm up though,” said Dean.
“She can do so after she’s been turned,” said the Alpha. Your eyes went wide and you immediately shot behind Dean, the Alpha smirking at you. “It seems she’s chosen her Alpha already. Good. You can have a mate now. She’ll likely be Omega but in the event she’s not, send her out and we’ll find the best placement for her.”
“You ain’t turning me,” you said.
“Oh I know. Dean will. As she knows too much now and the killing option seems off the table, you’ll be turned. I’ll be back in an hour. If she’s not started to go through the process, we kill her,” he said. You stared at him as he left, the Alpha’s leaving as well but you could see them walking around the cabin and standing guard.
“He’s serious,” you said, staring at Dean.
“I’ll get you out of here,” he said. “I promise.”
Fifty Five Minutes Later
“Dean,” you said, watching him pace around the bedroom again. “Dean it’s okay. I always knew I’d die on a hunt. It’s okay. Just figure out a way to take care of the kids. And...call my parents. Tell them Franklin Street. They’ll help you however they can.”
“I thought your parents were dead,” he said.
“its complicated,” you said. “Just tell them and they’ll help you out.”
“You’re not dying,” he said.
“You can’t take on ten Alphas by yourself,” you said.
“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling out a knife and tackling you on the bed. He cut your arm, swallowing as you stared up at him. “It’ll save your life.”
“Fake it,” you said, Dean tilting his head. “Fake it. Don’t turn me but we fake it. You’re my Alpha in this situation, right? He can’t feel another Alpha’s Omega right?”
“You’re bonded to the Alpha that claims you so technically that’s true,” said Dean. “We’re gonna have to make it look good.”
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“This is gonna hurt,” he said, covering your mouth with his hand. You stared up at him as he tilted your head back and pressed his lips to your neck. “I’m sorry I got you into this mess.”
You didn’t have time to think before he bit into your flesh, a scream erupting from your mouth muffled as you felt him break the skin. He pulled back with a pant, shoving a bandana from his back pocket against the bleeding area, slowly moving his hand from your mouth.
“Fucker,” you whimpered, wiping off your face from the tears that spilled over.
“This is how we fake it,” he said, helping you clean up your cheeks, peeling the bandana away to see the bleeding was starting to slow. “You’re my Omega now. You play that part until you can get out.”
“You could have warned me,” you said, sniffling again as Dean pulled you into his lap.
“I had to make it so you’d cry,” he mumbled.
“Why?”
“Cause he knows you’d put up a fight,” he said. He was quiet as he sat there with you, the front door opening two minutes later, Dean shoving the rag in his pocket before going back to hugging you. You watched the door open and the Alpha step inside. You couldn’t help but glare at him.
“Omega?” he asked, Dean leaving back enough to show off the very fresh mark on your neck.
“My Omega. It’s done,” said Dean as he stood up. “Never force me to do that to someone ever again, is that clear?”
“Don’t bring outsiders here and we won’t need to,” said the Alpha, giving you a nod. “Have your Omega tended to. We need to discuss the killings.”
“I just claimed her. I need to stay-” said Dean, the Alpha narrowing his eyes at him. Dean sighed and looked back at you. “Come, Omega. Beth will take you someplace to get cleaned up.”
You stared at him, seeing his hand fidget and realizing he didn’t have a choice. You swallowed and stood up, following him out the door and feeling the Alpha’s gaze on your back.
“Welcome to the family, Y/N,” he said. “A hunter is always useful around here.”
You shivered and left with Dean, walking with him until he spotted Beth walking around.
“Beth take Y/N to the Omega center, please, and get her warmed up and with some food,” said Dean. Beth looked at you and then at Dean, her face scrunching up before she slapped him. “Beth.”
“Fucking sicko. We’re here not even a day and you’re like the rest of these asshole Alphas around-”
“Long con,” said Dean quietly, grabbing her shirt collar. “As far as everyone is concerned, you are still presenting, understand me? Don’t become another puppet. Keep the kids safe and you help her get fixed up so when we have a chance to go, we go. Sorry, sweetie.”
He shoved her back on the ground, Dean lifting his chin as he spun around and headed back with the Alpha who had a little smirk on his face.
“Are you okay?” you asked, helping her up.
“We need to get him out of here,” she said quietly as she took your hand, leading you over towards a tent. “The Alpha’s control is proximity based.”
“We need to get you out too,” you whispered.
“Are you really…” she asked.
“No. Don’t tell a soul. We need to get you kids out of here and we can’t do that if he and I are both dead,” you said. She nodded and you looked back once, Dean giving you a sad smile when he glanced over his shoulder. “I have a feeling we’re going to need to move by the end of the day.”
To say things had not gone to plan was a bit of an understatement. The kids were long gone on the road and you knew your parents would take care of them. Dean on the other hand was currently dragging you into the Alpha’s house and not looking too pleased at himself.
“Fight it, Dean,” you grumbled, his hands digging in harder.
“I’m trying,” he said, stopping with you in an office, the Alpha turning around in his chair.
“You haven’t been a hunter in long time, Dean,” he said as he stood. “You picked a hunter over us and I have to say, I’m disappointed.”
“I didn’t pick anyone,” said Dean. “I was using her for bait to lure in the-”
“Don’t play dumb,” he said. “You already know I’m behind this so why keep up the charade?”
“Why kill your own kind if you can control the Alphas?” you asked.
“Fear tactic,” said the Alpha. “It used to be just me until I started scaring them into coming back, coming closer. Some of them I knew would never get behind such a thing so...those were the ones to go.”
“You killed Alex and Allison,” said Dean.
“They saved a hunter. A hunter. They’ve been on my shit list for a decade, Dean,” he said. “So where’d the kids run off to, hm?”
“They’re gone,” he said.
“I figured as much. Doesn’t matter. I got you in the end. You’ll fall in line just like every other Alpha around here has,” he said, turning his attention on you. “You know, I’m gonna need more Alphas around here. Why don’t you mate your Omega. Now.”
You turned your head up at Dean as he dropped your arm. He lifted his head, the Alpha cocking his before he went wide eyed.
“You didn’t change her,” he said.
“Y/N. Run,” said Dean, shoving you out of the door and slamming it shut after you. You sprinted out of the house and across the campus, making it to Dean’s car by the time you saw more than one Alpha running at you.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” you said, tearing out of there. You drove for about twenty minutes before you knew you were far enough away that they wouldn’t come looking. “Shit.”
Dean was probably in a bad way and there was no way you’d be able to get back there on your own and grab him.
You rested your head against the steering wheel, lifting your head when a sign across the street flickered.
“This is an extremely bad idea.”
“Kid could you just fly it where I said,” you said, glaring at the teenager in the back of the car.
“You’re so buying us another case of beer,” said the one in the passenger seat.
“Yeah, whatever,” you said, the other one turning his attention back at the screen. “This is gonna work?”
“I’ve used this drone multiple times to drop water balloons on my sister. I know what I’m doing, mam,” he said.
“Mam. I’m fucking 25 and I’m getting mam,” you said. “You see the guy yet?”
“Uh, there’s a lot of guys,” he said. “They look like they’re kicking somebody’s ass.”
You grabbed his shoulders and looked at the screen, looking around until you saw the Alpha.
“That one,” you said. “Drop it on that one.”
“This is really weird,” said the one sitting in the passenger seat.
“Fifty bucks and I’ll get you boys another six pack, alright?” you said.
“Bon Voyage,” said the one in the backseat, dropping the balloon on the Alpha. You stared at the scene as people backed away, the Alpha coughing before he dropped to the ground like a sack of bricks. “Did you just kill that guy?”
“Nope. Knocked him out for a while though,” you said, watching all of the Alphas around start to hit the deck. “And apparently everyone else. Okay. Slide over kid. You’re about to have company.”
“This guy is bleeding on me,” said the one in the back, Dean groaning in his seat next to him, still out of it. “Did you kidnap or save him?”
“We’re so putting this on the inter-” said the passenger seat one before you ripped the drone out of his hands and tossed it out the window. “Hey!”
“I hate when I accidentally throw stuff out the window, don’t you?” you said.
“You owe me like five hundred bucks,” he said.
“That thing did not cost five hundred dollars,” you said.
“Drone. Camera. Beer. Five hundred bucks,” he said.
“Whatever,” you said. Half an hour later you left the teens with some money and got back on the highway, Dean passed out in the backseat. He was quiet, his breathing ragged at times and you knew you needed to clean him up before you met up with the kids.
You found a motel about an hour away, plenty far off the highway in case someone came looking. You got the room on the end and after checking it out, managed to haul a barely conscious Dean inside.
“Alright, buddy,” you said, getting him on the bed and out of his shoes and jacket. He wheezed, glancing at the sink in the room. “You want water?”
He barely nodded and you jumped up, getting him a glass. You had to tilt his head so he could drink, the water coming back tinged red.
“You got your ass kicked,” you said. He stared at you, taking a shallow breath. “That breathing is starting to worry me.”
You went back to the car and grabbed your duffel and medical bag, setting them down on the table inside. You cut off his flannel and t shirt, staring at his chest when you’d pushed the clothing away.
“Fuck, Dean,” you said. His chest and ribs were black and blue, his whole torso was, but his left side pulsing under the skin was what worried you. You got him out of his jeans while you tried to figure out the best option, Dean lazily staring at you when he was down to just his boxers.
His body was covered in bruises and cuts, Dean not bothering to move at all. His leg throbbed and you watched the skin bubble, moving in time with his pulse, straight up to his ribs.
“Shit. You need a fucking hospital,” you said. He moved his finger to your hand, shaking his head once. “You need a hospital. You probably have internal bleeding and broken ribs and a whole bunch of other stuff I can’t fix.”
He took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut.
“You can’t even speak. You need an ambulance,” you said. He grabbed your wrist, barely holding on but you knew he’d rather die than have someone find out what he was. “Stay here. Don’t die.”
You went out to the car and dig through the box Dean had tossed your hunting supplies in, finding the little black box. You pulled it out, staring at the motel door.
“I can’t believe I’m using this on you, Winchester,” you said. You took the box in the motel room and set it down on the bed. You opened it up to show Dean the glowing vial. “Here goes nothing.”
You held it up to his lips and he swallowed it down, squeezing his eyes shut as you watched his body turn a soft red for a moment. When the light dissipated, he was still injured but the life threatening wounds seem to be gone.
“Thanks,” he said. He touched his left side, letting out a sigh. “Pretty sure my lung was trying to pop open inside of me.”
“You’d rather die than go to a hospital,” you said.
“I’m sorry I don’t want the doctors to lock up the genetic freak,” he said, trying to sit up but only making it halfway before he plopped back down. “I thought grace fixed you up.”
“It does. I split what I had in half to make it last. Be grateful I had that left,” you said.
“I’m not complaining,” he said. You nodded and went back to your bag, starting to work on cleaning him up. He was tense every time you wiped some alcohol over a cut and eventually you gave him the bottle of whiskey in your bag. He downed a few shots worth quickly, relaxing as you started to bandage him up.
“Come here,” you said, moving him to sit up, cleaning off his face.
“You shouldn’t have come back for me,” he said. You stared at him, wiping off his cheek. “That was fucking stupid.”
“You were half dead. If you took much more, you would be,” you said. He put his hand over your own, moving the rag away from his face. “What?”
“You’re somehow kinder than the stories I’ve heard,” he said. You put your hand back and started to work on the cut near his eye, careful to avoid pressing too hard. “I’m sorry. For dragging you into this.”
“You thought the little kids were sick,” you said, Dean grabbing your wrist.
“I’ve been like this, been an Alpha, longer than I was a hunter. I forgot about hunting. If I’d thought for two seconds to use a healing potion on them, none of this would have happened,” he said.
“Those kids would still be in danger and you probably would have wound up under the Alpha’s control, just like everyone else at that campsite. The kids would have been victims just like all those other Beta and Omegas I saw there. They were scared. You guys would have ended up just like them,” you said.
“I’m still sorry,” he said. You sighed and let your hand rest in his palm, looking up through your lashes, his green eyes on you.
“Promise to never kidnap me again, Alpha boy, and we can be friends,” you said.
“I promise,” he said. You smiled, Dean allowing a brief one to cross his face. He reached out to your neck, running his thumb near where he’d bit you. “I can fix that.”
“Uh, how?” you asked.
“Healing potion. Learned it from this hunter,” he said, a smirk crossing his face.
“How about you rest while I take care of that? I’ll whip you up some, try to help a few of those cuts,” you said.
“No, we ought to catch up with…” he trailed off, your hand pushing him back to lay down.
“Rest, Dean. It’s the middle of the night,” you said. “I already told my parents to let me know as soon as the kids show up.”
“A few hours,” he said.
“Alright. A few hours.”
“Morning,” you said, carrying some coffee and breakfast into the motel room. Dean was awake and dressed in the clothes you laid out for him, looking a million times better than the night before. “How are you feeling?”
“Alright. Mostly sore,” he said.
“You look better,” you said, his face only slightly scuffed up now instead of swollen and bruised.
“Did you get some teenagers to help bust me out of there or was I imagining that?” he asked.
“No. I did that. I used their drone. We dropped some powder I got from a witch friend on everyone. It knocked all you Alphas out like that,” you said.
“That’s actually an incredibly good idea,” he said. “I’ll have to remember that one.”
“It was incredibly stupid and we got lucky,” you said. He nodded, taking one of the coffee’s for himself. “My parents called. The kids got in around four. They’re strangely calm my dad said.”
“Probably Beth,” said Dean, digging into the paper bag and pulling out an egg and sausage sandwich. He unwrapped it and took a big bite, smiling to himself. “I’m starving.”
“Well there’s a bunch. I figured you’d be eager to get on the road,” you said. “Also, I cleaned your backseat. You’re welcome.”
“They say anything more about the kids?” he asked.
“No. They got them to bed. My dad was gonna make them a big homemade breakfast so he was excited,” you said.
“Your folks know what they are?” asked Dean, chewing and taking another bite.
“Yeah. Don’t worry,” you said. “What’d you mean about Beth before?”
“Well she’s an Alpha. She hit puberty a little early but she’s their blood. She’s technically the kid’s pack leader. I’m an adult though so I simply am acting the part until she decides she wants the job or not,” he said.
“And the human kids?”
“Scared of big sis,” he smiled. “Come on. I want to get on the road.”
Dean drove for a few hours before you swapped and took over, just breaking into Washington when Dean sat up in his seat.
“He doesn’t know where your parents live, right?” he asked. “The Alpha?”
“No. I promise,” you said. You turned down an uneven road and another, coming to a clearing with a gate across the drive, Dean leaning forward. “What?”
“Your parents live here? Your hunter parents?” he said.
“Mhm. My mom is a stock broker for fun. She’s really good at it,” you said.
“I can see,” he said as you punched in the code and the gate opened. You drove down to the garage and parked inside beside the SUV the kids went in. Dean followed you carefully outside, a few giggles coming from close by. You waved him to follow you to the backyard, your mom on the deck with a few of the kids, your dad kicking around a soccer ball in the grass.
“Dean!” said Georgia when she spotted him, quickly rushing over and giving him a hug.
“Hey, cutie,” he said softly. “You guys doing okay?”
“They’re okay,” said Beth, standing up from the deck chair she was in, giving him a nod.
“You must be the Alpha,” said your dad, walking over and holding out his hand.
“Greg Henderson?” asked Dean as he shook it.
“I haven’t seen you since you were about ten,” he said. “How’s your brother?”
“Uh, good. He’s a lawyer, got out of the life,” said Dean.
“Good for him. Sorry to hear about your dad a few years back. He was a good hunter. He cared a lot about you boys, even if he didn’t know how to show it sometimes,” he said.
“Thank you. I don’t remember you having a daughter though,” said Dean.
“Y/N’s not our birth daughter,” said your mom. “She’s about five, six years younger than you I think, Dean. You two just missed each other by about a month a think. Y/N came around the end of that February.”
“You made me a birthday cake that year,” said Dean with a smile. “Mrs. Henderson. I remember you guys now. You watched me and my brother a few times while dad was on hunts. Only a few hours here and there but I remember.”
“Small world,” you said.
“Your other parents were killed, weren’t they,” said Dean.
“By an Alpha,” you said.
“We found her and gave her a place to stay until we decided we’d raise her,” said your dad.
“She was a very quiet child that first year,” said your mom.
“She was halfway through killing an Alpha when I found her. Five years old,” said your dad. “I never worried about that one and boys.”
“A five year old killed an Alpha?” said Dean.
“No, but she injured him enough to hold on while she had to wait for us to get there. Don’t piss that one off,” he said.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” said Dean.
“So how’d you wind up with the Brady bunch?” asked your dad.
“The triplets were sick and Dean knew a hunter was in the area so he asked for my help,” you said, feeling Dean’s gaze on you. “We put aside our differences to help the kids.”
“You realize we taught you to bullshit like that, right?” said your dad.
“Leave it alone, Greg. We have bigger problems than how they met,” said your mom.
“I know. Can we get some lunch first? We’ve been driving all morning,” you said.
“Of course. I’ll fire up the grill, get the kids some grub in ‘em too.”
“The Alpha Alpha?” asked your mom after lunch, the kids playing in the backyard aside from Beth who was passed out in your dad’s hammock.
“Yup,” said Dean.
“And you’re saying that the Alpha can control other Alpha’s, against their will?” asked your dad.
“He did it to Dean, right in front of me,” you said.
“The older girl, she’s an Alpha like you?” he asked.
“Yes. The Alpha doesn’t know that though. She along with the rest of them need a place to lay low,” said Dean. “I know hunters and my kind don’t get on but they’ve been through enough the past few months.”
“They’re more than welcome to stay,” said your mom.
“Thank you,” said Dean. He stood up and you frowned.
“Where are you going?” you asked.
“To deal with the Alpha,” he said.
“I didn't just save you for you to go die on me,” you said. He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the deck and around the corner of the house. “Dean. You can’t go back.”
“I have to,” he said.
“You’re going to either die or you get under his control,” you said.
“He’s hurting people. He-” said Dean, cutting himself off and squeezing his eyes shut. “He killed their parents. My friends.”
“I’m sorry,” you said. “I am. But there’s no way you’re going near that guy. Let us figure out a plan.”
“Who’s gonna help? All of my friends are stuck at that place or the Alpha has him them doing whatever he wants,” he said. “Your parents got out of hunting years ago. Look at this place. They don’t hunt so that gives me what, you? You go in there, the Alpha turns you and makes you his Omega like that. Life over. I’m the best guy to deal with this, plain and simple.”
“No you’re not,” said Beth, walking around the corner. “I am.”
“Bethany, no,” said Dean.
“I’m already an Alpha. He can’t hurt me as long as he doesn’t know,” she said.
“He can hurt you. He will hurt you,” said Dean.
“But-”
“No.”
“You’re not the leader of this pack anymore. I am,” she said. Dean tilted his chin up, narrowing his eyes.
“You’re gonna stick around until your little sisters and brother and all grown up? You gonna be cool with waiting until you’re my age to have a life?” he asked.
“I’m pack leader,” she said.
“Fine,” said Dean. “Do some chores for these people every once in a while.”
He turned and started heading for the garage, Beth staring at you before she took off after him.
“De-”
“Sorry. I’m not in the pack anymore,” he said, holding up a hand.
“De De,” she said, grabbing his arm, Dean coming to a stop. “You’re in the pack. You’re always in the pack. I’m pack leader so I’ll worry about them and you worry about the Alpha, okay?”
“It’s your pack now, Beth. It was always going to be your pack,” he said gently. “I will deal with this and you teach them how to be good, alright?”
“You’re in the pack,” she growled. Dean stared her down, Beth giving it right back. “Pack.”
“No.”
“Pack.”
“No.”
“Pack,” she said, Dean cocking his head. “That’s an order.”
“We both know you could make me. I could very easily slide back in. But part of being pack leader means you let your pack have it’s own free will,” he said.
“Make him stay,” said Beth to you. Dean shook his head and headed for his car.
“Stop,” you said, Dean not even slowing down. “I said, stop.”
Dean tensed up, glancing back over his shoulder at you.
“You’re not going on your little death trip. You’re in your pack and that’s it,” you said. “You owe me.”
“Fine,” said Dean quietly.
“Now you two talk about your whatever, leader stuff while I make a few calls.”
“Hey,” said Dean rattling on the door to your dad’s office. “How’re you making out in here?”
“I got a few calls out to some hunter friends. They’re keeping an eye on him. Looks like he moved everyone to some abandoned farm, a bunch of ranchhand homes or something. They’re in Colorado. Apparently he’s claiming that I attacked the camp and killed an Alpha, so that’s lovely,” you said. “What about you and Beth?”
“We will be co-leaders and I have final say,” he said.
“Good,” you said. “I don’t think you should leave your family just like that.”
“You come up with a genius plan yet that doesn’t involve getting us killed?” he asked.
“Not yet,” you said, scratching your wrist absently. “Wait. When we met, you said your kind had a way of dealing with unruly people.”
“The collar?” he asked.
“Collar? It was on my wrist,” you said.
“It was a collar,” he said. “We call them collars anyway.”
“Would something like that work on the Alpha?” you asked.
“In theory, yes,” he said. “Getting close would be a problem. There would be a lot of problems in getting close.”
“But it’s possible,” you said.
“The collar was invited by an Omega. Basically…” he trailed off, getting lost in a thought. “We don’t collar him. We collar all the other Alphas.”
“Huh?” you said.
“The collar is traditionally used by an Omega on their Alpha. It helps an Alpha think clearer and you know, works a bit like a shock collar if they don’t play along but point is, the Omegas at that farm...they can get the collars on their Alphas and then they’ll help get them on the rest of the Alphas and then the Alpha is on his own,” said Dean. “They’ll still have to fight it but I’m betting they’ll get their free will back.”
“Alright, so if we can sneak in a message to the Omegas, then I can go in and take out the Alpha,” you said.
“I take out the Alpha,” said Dean.
“You’re still an Alpha, Dean. With no Omega to take ownership of your collar. You can’t go,” you said.
“It doesn’t have to be an Omega to work,” he said. He left for a moment and returned with a small leather strip, handing it to you. “Put it on me.”
“I don’t see how this will work,” you said, barely putting the thing around his wrist before it sealed itself shut. You felt dizzy for a moment, looking back at Dean who was taking a deep breath. “Is that it?”
“Tell me stop at the door,” he said as he stood up.
“Stop,” you said, Dean still walking past the doorframe. “I said stop.”
He immediately froze and grabbed his hand, coming back to the room and letting out a sigh.
“Shit, I forgot how much that hurts,” he said. “But see? Now I can go.”
“You realize that you just gave a hunter complete control over you,” you said.
“I know,” he said as he turned back for the door.
“You don’t have to wear it Dean, not until we head out,” you said.
“It doesn’t hurt me, Y/N. I will try to reach out to some people I know, Betas and Omegas, try to get the message out,” he said. You watched him leave, Dean pausing in the hall and looking back at you. “Don’t worry. It’s a good plan. It’ll work.”
“Bad plan,” you groaned when you came to stop from rolling. You looked back over your shoulder, Dean out cold on the ground nearby. “Very bad plan.”
“You know, I think I’ll just kill you instead,” said the Alpha. “Filthy hunter. Turning a good Alpha against us.”
“You did that on your own, pal,” you said, the Alpha raising his chin as he walked over to you. “You turned them all against you on your own. Why do think they’re all gone? That they listened to the others once they got their free will back. You killed your own people to start a stupid war.”
“I can always start over. Plenty of humans out there to bring in,” he said, grabbing your wrist. He slapped his hand around it and you felt the collar hit your skin, quickly removing his hand as he stood up with a smirk.
Pain tore through you, in every cell, in every nerve ending. Hell hadn’t been as bad as that was. You try to breathe but couldn’t, tried to move but couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything.
It went on and on, your body feeling as though it was literally tearing itself apart.
Until you sucked in a gasp that had you crying out in pain, rolling to your side as you saw what had happened. Dean was standing over the Alpha, covered in blood, the Alpha laying motionless on the ground, the dirt darkening under him.
“Y/N,” he said, watching you roll onto your back and cough up blood. “Shit. Shit.”
You coughed a few more times, Dean squeezing his eyes shut before he cut his palm open and stared at you.
“You’ll die if I don’t do this,” he said. “You’re bad. You still might.”
“Do it,” you said. He nodded and helped his hand over one of your open wounds.
“Welcome to the pack.”
You passed out when you were with Dean, groggily walking up to find about ten people staring down at you in some room. You spotted Dean who gave you a smile, someone saying something to you.
“What?” you asked, getting your bearings back.
“I said, what are you?” he asked.
“Tired,” you said, Dean smirking in the back.
“What is your dynamic?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” you said. The room full of people looked at you and then back at Dean.
“Maybe she hasn’t presented yet is all,” said Dean.
“Her body healed. She should have presented by now,” said the man next to you. You sat up and took a deep breath. “Why-“
“You’re not human,” said Dean. “You’re one of us.”
“We should talk. Alone,” you said. You grabbed his hand and took off outside with him, pulling him over to a quiet tree.
“What are you?” he asked.
“I’m a human. With an Omega parent,” you said.
“How is that possible?” he asked.
“My mom, birth mom, was Omega. She slept with a human man. She hated the Alpha she was with. An Omega with a human…” you said.
“Makes a human,” said Dean.
“Yes. I have Omega genes but they’re dormant in me. It’s why I didn’t turn,” you said.
“I thought you killed an Alpha when you were a kid,” he said.
“I did. The Alpha my mom was with killed her and her husband. My human dad. She left once she was pregnant and five years later that Alpha caught up with us,” you said.
“So you’re human...but an Omega?” he asked.
“Yes. I haven’t ‘presented’ like I normally would but that’s because my parents put a spell on me so I would never have to worry about turning. I decided a very long time ago I never wanted an Alpha,” you said.
“You were never in any danger of turning,” he said.
“No. You can’t force what’s already there. I...it’s something very personal. I should have said something sooner but…” you trailed off, Dean smiling.
“It’s okay. I get it. No one knows I used to be a hunter,” he said. “I’ll keep your secret.”
“You don’t have to,” you said. “Saving me like that...you kind of turned off the spell. I’ll start going through presentation soon.”
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“I chose to let you do that,” you said. “It was always my choice. I made the choice to become Omega in that moment so now...I will be.”
“I’ll still keep your secret. We’ll just say it was delayed,” he said. You nodded, Dean giving you a hug.
“What’s that for?” you said.
“Just trust me. You’re gonna want a whole lot of hugs real soon.”
One Day Later
“Y/N,” said Dean as you followed him inside from the deck. “Omega.”
“Mhm,” you hummed, your body loving all of the feel good hormones you got from someone using your title.
“I know presentation can be overwhelming and you want to stick around the pack leader but try to relax,” he said.
“Okay,” you said, giving him a hug from behind.
“Wait, so are you gonna get a heat?” he asked.
“Not any worse than what human me got for that time of the month,” you said, burrowing your face between his shoulders. “Why do you smell so good?”
“I’m not sure. I know the pack leader’s scent can be comforting when members are stressed,” he said.
“Uh, aren’t you forgetting about the obvious reason?” asked Beth as she came into the kitchen to get a snack. “True mates?”
“I was human and then turned. We don’t get true mates,” he said.
“Yeah but you were human, Y/N was human...true mates…” she said.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” asked Dean.
“Greg and Donna said I can stay up however late I want,” she said.
“Greg and Donna don’t have to get your lazy ass out of bed in the morning,” said Dean.
“Oh come on,” she said.
“We have to move back home,” he said. She stared at him, Dean lifting his chin. “You don’t want to go back, do you.”
“The Henderson’s house is so big and we’re near a town and-”
“And the Henderson’s did us a favor. We are not going to move in because you like it here. Why don’t you want to go home?” he asked.
“I don’t like that house,” she said.
“I thought we agreed I get final say,” said Dean. “You’re not an adult, Beth. I make those kinds of decisions.”
“Dean, can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked, tugging on his hand to go back to the deck. He pursed his lips the second you had the door closed, looking back in the house at Beth. “She found her parents, didn’t she.”
“Yes,” said Dean.
“...My parents offered to let you and the kids stay here earlier” you said. “It’s not a bad place to grow up.”
“We can’t just barge into their house and take it over,” said Dean.
“Dean...think of how big this house is. Like how big it is, how many bedrooms,” you said.
“You have siblings, don’t you,” said Dean.
“I’m the youngest. My parents had lots of kids. Kids that lost their parents to monsters,” you said. “They took us in, let us know that we weren’t nuts, that monsters were real. They’ll happily be another family to those seven kids.”
“...We’re all in the same pack now,” he said with a nod. “As long as it’s safe.”
“This place is warded up to here,” you said. “It’s safe.”
“You going to keep hunting?” he asked.
“Yes,” you said.
“Why?”
“Someone has to,” you said.
“I’m a bit rusty but you want a partner?” he asked. You cocked your head, Dean shrugging. “I’m not leaving a brand new Omega on her own, even if she is a badass. You’re vulnerable right now.”
“You don’t want to stay with the kids?” you asked.
“Uncle Dean hasn’t lived with those guys in a while. I stop in every so often but that’s the norm for us. I only stuck around because they needed me. I’m not parent material,” he said.
“I’d disagree with you on that,” you said. “But why would you want to hunt again? Don’t you like being normal?”
“Sweetheart, I’m Dean Winchester. I ain’t been normal since I was four years old,” he said, giving you a smile. “I got complacent and look what happened. I want to try and turn our reputation around with hunters. Only way I do that is to show them we’re on the same side.”
“Alright. I’m not ready to get back out there just yet,” you said. “I need a break after all of this.”
“Trust me, so do I.”
Two Months Later
“Thanks,” said Henry, giving Dean a handshake. “You ever need some help on a hunt, give me a call and I’ll return the favor.”
“Just glad we stopped that witch before things got even worse,” said Dean. You gave Henry a smile and wave as Dean wandered back over to Baby and leaned against the hood with you.
“Making friends?” you asked.
“Slowly. Being a Winchester helps,” he said, tickling his finger under your scarf. “How’s it feeling?”
“Better,” you said, Dean peeling back the scarf. “It’s just a graze, Dean.”
“Let’s keep the neck injuries to a minimum,” he said, moving his finger lower, tickling over a soft spot of skin.
“You keep tickling my bonding gland and it makes an Omega think a thing or two,” you said.
“I’m checking is all,” he said. “You don’t want to damage it.”
“I didn’t hurt it,” you said, pulling his hand away. “I promise.”
“I worry if you couldn’t tell,” he said.
“You? No, you’re super laid back,” you teased, a small wave of Dean’s scent rolling off of him. “Dude. I’m calm. You can relax with the Alpha stuff.”
“I’m not doing anything,” he said. You tilted your head, Dean nodding. “Oh.”
“Oh what?” you asked.
“Beth may have had a point after all,” he said. “I keep smelling you but I thought you’re on edge is all.”
“Explain, please,” you said.
“True mates have a connection whether the pair is bonded or not. The bond cements itself when the mating happens but that before part...mates can always scent each other, no matter what. You’re fully Omega now. I’m just saying, Beth could have been right,” he said.
“You think we’re true mates?” you asked.
“I’m offering up a reason as to why you might be smelling me is all,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. You reached into your own pocket and pulled out the collar there, Dean making sure you always carried one on you.
You held it out to him, Dean offering his hand with a curious look on his face. You smiled and slipped it into his palm, Dean cocking his head.
“I don’t need it,” you said.
“You should keep it just in case,” he said, putting it back in your hand.
“Just in case what? The Alpha is gone. No one has control,” you said.
“There will always be bad people. Bad Alphas,” he said. “Keep it. Please.”
“How about you hold onto it for me,” you said.
“Alright,” he said, taking it and placing it in his pocket.
“Dean.”
“Hm?”
“Do you want to take a few days off? Relax somewhere,” you said. “Talk about the elephant in the room.”
“What elephant,” he said.
“The one where possibly we’re true mates,” you said.
“Even if we are, we don’t have to do anything about it,” he said.
“I know. I just worry about you,” you said.
“Why?”
“Cause someone should,” you said. He looked down, finding your hand and lacing his fingers together with yours.
“Do you want to get some coffee?” he asked, a soft smile on his face.
“Yeah, Alpha. I’d love to.”
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