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I was wondering if I can request a sam Winchester x fem reader smut and fluff, where maybe he's an alpha and he and Dean are out hunting or something and maybe they get ambushed but then are saved by omega reader, and Sam is head over heels for her from the beginning, but she is unsure cause of comments in her past saying that's she's weak or something and then maybe after a while he asks her out on a date and it goes well and they keep seeing each other and eventually smut

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Alpha!Sam Winchester x omega! plus size reader

When a mysterious hunter swoops in and saves the Winchesters at the last second, Sam falls in love at first sight but she’s been hurt by alphas like him before.

Warnings: smut, a/b/o, angst, monster death, canon typical violence, injuries, parental abuse/neglect (not just for the Winchesters), mention of parental death, consent checks, oral (m and f receiving), no penetration, confessions, sort of mutual pining, he falls HARD

WC: 6.1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

The coppery smell of blood was now almost permanently etched into Sam’s mind. He had smelt blood straight from a wound and even blood that was weeks old but nothing had ever smelt like this before. The scent was so thick he could practically taste it. He gagged on the stale air silently, still cautious of how much noise he was making.

The walls of the abandoned warehouse were painted a rusty brown and when Sam looked closer, he immediately shut his eyes, trying to repress his nausea- it was dried blood, caked on so thick it looked like paint. His grip on the machete in his hands tightened until his knuckles were a deathly white.

Get in. Take out the vamps. Get out. He repeated to himself as he continued his journey into the heart of the nest.

From what he and Dean had predicted there were, at most, 6 vamps in the nest. And while normally that number would constitute calling in backup, Sam’s rut was only a few days away so he had the strength of three grown (and frustrated) men so they went in alone.

Sunlight leaked through the boarded up windows, providing the only illumination to guide his way. Vaguely, he could hear his brother’s footsteps from the other side of the otherwise silent building. Soon, the hall opened up before him, revealing a huge room absolutely full of bodies, both dead and undead.

His heart pounded in his ears as panic quickly overtook him. Their calculations were very very wrong- there were close to a dozen vampires littered around the room, each with at least three drained corpses around them. His hazel eyes went wide as he caught sight of Dean, only now entering the room on the other side.

He saw as Dean’s chest hitched, the situation dawning on him. They made eye contact and with an almost investable nod to each other, then slowly began to back out of the room. Even with Sam’s temporary strength, there was no possible way they could kill that many vamps safely.

His whole body was tense, both rearing for a fight and ready to run at a moment’s notice.

Clang!

The pipe appeared from thin air, practically materialising before him just as Sam put his foot down. The metal spun away from him before he realised what was happening and slammed into the hollow siding of the hallway.

Everything froze and Sam held his breath. “Looks like we got some fresh meat boys!” He cursed under his breath and spun around just quickly enough to see the vamps rising to their feet, eyes blazing with bloodlust.

The plastic handle of his machete suddenly seemed incredibly slippery as Sam readjusted his grip on the weapon. They couldn’t kill this many vamps at once and they certainly couldn’t outrun them but they definitely weren’t going down without a fight.

Debris crunched under his heel as Sam planted his feet, his pupils contracted to a pin drop and his chest rumbled with a deep growl. His scent turned sour with his fury. “Bring it.”

His blade whistled as it slashed through the air, easily biting into the neck of the first vamp. Its head separated cleanly but Sam’s follow through was too long and quickly, the second darted towards him, razor sharp teeth bared.

With a snarl, he planted a hand on its chest and shoved the monster back, giving him just enough room to plant the blade into its shoulder. It howled in pain but continued to charge forward, yellowing fangs glinting in the low light.

Sam’s shoulder jerked as he pulled the blade back out but before he could complete a second swing, another vamp threw itself towards his legs, quickly knocking him off balance. Fear prickled across his skin as his back slammed into the metal wall. There was a crunch and then pain shot up his right shoulder.

He tried to curse but all that escaped him was a feral growl that echoed through the building. A bulk of the nest now crowded the hallway, each pushing and shoving, trying to get at the hunter. Fangs sliced into his calf as more hands grabbed at him, ripping the blade from his hold.

Just as his desperate struggle to get free seemed fruitless, light filled the hallway and the dark figure of a woman was silhouetted against the afternoon sun. The vamps barely had time to react to the burn of the light before her arm cocked back and she threw a pipe into the middle of the crowd.

As soon as the thick metal hit the dusty ground, it set off an explosion, sending thick almost black liquid all over them. It sunk into their flesh, spreading through them like molten lava. There was a moment where everything froze and then a sound erupted from the vamps.

They screamed in pain as they clawed at their skin. Suddenly Sam was free but it was not his blade that struck down the suffering vamps.

She moved with more grace than he ever thought possible, her own machete almost dancing through the air as she effortlessly operated their heads from their bodies. Within seconds, the warehouse was silent once more, leaving behind only the smell of blood and the most delicious scent Sam had smelled in his life.

Without a word, the hunter wiped her blade clean with the shirt of one of the vamps and slid it back into the sheath strapped to her plump thigh. “You hurt?” But all he could focus on was the little smear of blood on her full cheek, oh how badly did he want to reach out and wipe it away with his thumb.

Her eyebrows scrunched and gave him a once over. “That’s a pretty gnarly bite you got there, can you walk?” She reached a tentative hand to him, quite obviously taking note of the husky scent of his rut, and it was all Sam could do not to snatch it up and press his nose to the pulse point on her wrist.

She easily helped him back to his feet, laying a steadying touch on his toned stomach when he began to sway. His heart flipped and the world shrunk to just her. “Sammy!”

Her head turned to look where his brother’s voice had come, exposing her scent gland to the alpha who couldn’t help but take in a deep breath, eager for another whiff of what he thought his heaven smelled like. Old books, campfire, home.

“Sammy, huh?” She teased, the beginnings of a smile tugging at her lips. His knees buckled. Yet before he could come up with a semi-articulate response, Dean barrelled around the corner, eyes wide and full of fear.

The biting scent of adrenaline came off of him in waves and the mysterious woman immediately cringed, her nose scrunching. Anger flared in Sam’s belly, his alpha screamed at him to pull her away from whatever was causing her such discomfort, even if it was his brother.

As soon as Dean saw Sam, his body sagged with relief. “Shit that was a close one.” He groaned but quickly, his tone changed when he caught sight of the plump woman standing next to his brother. “I see you found a friend, a very attractive one. Dean Winchester, and that is my gigantor baby brother.”

He easily slid up to her, his green eyes hungrily tracing her soft curves before settling on her face. Sam knew that move, he had seen it hundreds of times before but it was only now that he had a problem with it. “Y/N. You boys should know better to take on a whole nest alone.”

Dean actually looked sheepish at her scolding and Sam’s alpha preened. “Strong omega. Perfect mate.” He purred.

“Well, we thought there were less. How the fuck did you kill all of ‘em so quick?” He looked around at the bodies in amazement, giving the one closest to him a kick. The skin where his boot touched crumbled into ash.

“Pipe bomb filled with blessed dead man’s blood.” She replied like it was obvious.

“Blessed?” Sam croaked out. Y/N shivered at the sound of his voice but quickly suppressed it as she spoke again.

“Like how you would bless holy water.” Dean nodded in approval, the hand holding his machete going slack as he forced himself to relax with the danger gone. But Sam still felt incredibly wound up, especially as his brother approached her.

“That was badass, for an omega that is.” Sam didn’t miss the way she flinched, however minute it was.

“Yeah.” She smoothly took a step back from him, her body twisting beautifully as she moved towards the exit. Unconsciously, Sam began to follow. He needed to be close to her, to soothe the ache in his chest.

Dean gave a quizzical look to his brother but he was ignored as Sam limped behind her, his alpha slowly stealing control from him, rut now dangerously close.

“So do you wanna go get a drink with us to celebrate, I think we owe you a round.” But she waved him off as she walked to her slightly busted up truck. He watched the way her hips swayed, the dark material of her jeans perfectly hugging her ass in a way that made Sam’s mouth go dry.

“Bars aren’t my thing. Maybe I’ll catch you another time. Try not to get yourselves killed.” Her machete is thrown into the passenger seat with far more force than necessary, making the hollow siding reverberate as she climbed in after it.

The engine roared to life, quickly breaking Sam from his trance. But before he could even take one step towards the truck, she was gone, leaving behind only echoes of her scent.

——————

She couldn’t stop thinking about that alpha no matter how hard she tried to forget him, even though it had been weeks since the unfortunate encounter. There was just something about the way his big hazel eyes had looked up at her as she saved his life or the sound of his voice. But most of all, his scent was almost seared into her mind, a delicious mixture of gunpowder, pine forest and chocolate.

Never in her life had she smelt something as good as that and it was slowly killing her. Alphas were dangerous, alpha hunters doubly so. They were violent and aggressive and more pigheaded than she ever thought possible, and they hated omegas.

Sure, they liked fucking them but they refused to claim them. Omegas were just rut bunnies, a tool to get off so they could go back to killing monsters. And an omega hunting? She had been laughed out of more hunter bars and backups than she could count. So it was best to just forget him, she didn’t think she could bear it if he was like the others, if he was like his brother.

Y/N swallowed thickly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. Even his name was pretty, Sam like some guardian angel or an ancient warrior. He was strong and tall and packed with muscle. Her omega constantly reminded her of what a perfect mate he was, how he could provide for her and her pups, how safe he made her feel.

With every mile she drove away, her soul burned, urging her to turn the truck around and drive straight back to him. But her willpower was stronger… for now at least.

But until that day came, she would do what she did best- hunt.

——————

“C’mon Sammy, you’ve been sulking for weeks. She was just an omega!” Sam glared at his brother over top of his beer, the fifth of the night. He couldn’t just forget her, not when he had never met anyone like her before, not when the very thought of her made his heart clench and butterflies fill his stomach.

It had been easy to learn all about her from Bobby and Rufus. They both sung her praises, describing her as immensely intelligent and well versed in all sorts of lore as well as being cunning enough to escape a den of werewolves with only a screwdriver and a half-empty lighter. With every story they told and little fact they divulged, Sam fell even deeper in love with her.

She was an enigma of the best kind.

“You’re being an asshole Dean, what exactly does her presentation have to do with her value as a hunter?”

“Jesus Sammy.” Dean scoffed. “What crawled up your ass and died?” Sam rolled his eyes and stood from the old booth.

“I’m going back to the motel, text me if you aren’t coming back tonight.” He walked out of the bar before he could hear Dean’s protests.

The biting winter air calmed his anger some but that simmering disappointment in his brother was still there. Y/N was not just an omega yet for some fucking reason, no one else agreed. It made his blood boil.

Stuffing his hands into his jacket, Sam began the short walk back to the motel. A part of him wondered if Dean was right, they had only met once and it was for barely ten minutes before she was off again. But so much more of him wondered why she was gone, why they had never seen her before or even heard of her. She was a great hunter so why did no one call her for backup.

With his head down and lost in his thoughts, the tall hunter didn’t notice the familiar truck parked in the spot by his shared room until he almost walked right into it.

The tip of his boots stopped right before the back tire as he gazed at the vehicle in amazement. She was here. His eyes darted along the row of rooms, searching for any indication of where she might be. His pulse sped up as he finally caught a whiff of her dizzying scent.

His heart jumped as he realised that it was coming from the room right next to his, a coincidence that he would be eternally grateful for. Warmth bloomed from his chest as he cautiously raised his hand and knocked on the ancient looking door.

There was a shuffling from the other side and then slowly, the door creaked open. Sam groaned softly as a fresh wave of her scent washed over him. It was raw and overpowering and immediately went to his cock.

Her eyes were bleary with exhaustion as she looked at the alpha on her doorstep. “Sam?” His chest rumbled with a pleased sound at the way she said his name. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m in the room next door.” His eyes wandered down the length of her curvy body which was now only covered by an oversized shirt and some fluffy socks. One of her hands nervously tugged on the hem of the shirt in an attempt to cover more of her naked thighs.

She shuffled her feet nervously as if contemplating something before she stepped to the side. “You can come in if you want.”

There was not an ounce of hesitation in Sam’s mind as he stepped into her room. His chest puffed out in pride at being allowed to enter the omega’s space. She followed behind him after locking the door but still kept her distance. She was obviously wary of him and for the life of him, Sam couldn’t understand why.

An awkward silence settled over the pair, neither one of them knowing how to begin the conversation. She avoided making eye contact as the slightly older hunter forced himself to stop looking at her thick thighs.

“Why-“ “I-“ They both spoke at the same time. Y/N laughed softly under her breath and Sam watched as she finally relaxed, taking a seat at the edge of her bed. His own smile began to grow and took the liberty of sitting opposite her on the arm of the couch.

The room was so small that their knees were barely inches away from each other but neither wanted to move any further away. “Bobby said you had asked about me.” She said bluntly if not a little bashfully. A blush spread across Sam’s face and suddenly he felt incredibly small.

“Yeah I did.” He admitted. “I was curious about you.”

She tilted her head in confusion. “Why?”

Taking a deep breath, he rested his elbows onto his knees, making himself as small as he could. “You just… captured me, I’ve never met a hunter like you before and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted to know more.” She sat straight up as her eyes narrowed.

“You wanted to know how an omega could hunt.” She snarled.

“No! No, you being an omega has nothing to do with it. I asked Bobby because well, I couldn’t believe how clever you were. I mean come on, blessed blood? I don’t think anyone else has come up with that idea. You took out that whole nest by yourself!” He rushed to defend himself. He laid a large palm onto her knee as if that could drive his point home but all it really did was make his mind go blank except for the thought of just how soft her skin was.

Sam expected her to lurch from his touch but to his surprise, Y/N nudged her knee even closer to him, albeit slightly warily. “It wasn’t the whole nest.” She muttered shyly with her head tilted downwards, exposing her collar. Sam’s alpha grumbled happily at the submission but he swallowed the noise down, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

“Even if it wasn’t, we- I would have been dead without you and that’s why I wanted to find you, to learn about you because I wanted to thank you and maybe, get to know you a bit more.” The expression on her face grew more pensive as she looked into his eyes.

“You don’t care that I’m an omega?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I don’t care about that, but that part has nothing to do with you hunting.” His fingers curled into her flesh, sending a fresh wave of her scent through the room. “You being an omega is far from a detriment in my eyes.” His voice dropped lower, becoming husky and laced with arousal.

Her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between her warm legs. Sam leaned forward even more, their foreheads almost touching. He watched as her gaze flicked to his lips. “You can’t mean that.” She whispered but it was directed at herself, as if she were trying to remind herself of something.

With his free hand, the alpha gently brushed his fingertips along her jaw before his palm settled against the soft swell of her cheek. “You’ll be like all the other alphas out there.” But still, she leaned closer, resting her forehead against his.

“I promise I’m not.” Her fingers tentatively worked their way into the buttons of his flannel and Sam’s heart skipped a beat. The silence that fell between them now was far from uncomfortable. Y/N took in a deep breath, swallowing down the alpha’s scent before she groaned quietly.

“You wouldn’t stop an omega from hunting?” Sam shook his head. “You wouldn’t force them to be subservient?”

“Never.” He vowed as his lips brushed against her cupid’s bow. Her chest hitched.

“What about claiming?” Sam’s hand skirted higher up her legs until the calloused tips of his fingers disappeared beneath her night shirt. Heat radiated from her core as slick soaked through her thin panties.

Sam was almost delirious with lust and apparently, Y/N was the same. Her pupils were blown wide, the blackness consuming the natural colour of her irises. “Hypothetically?” She nodded, knowing that this conversation was veering into far from hypothetical. “Only when they’re ready, and I will be fine if they never are.”

She smiled widely and just as she leaned forwards to kiss him, there came a pounding on the door. “Sam!! You in there?!” At the sound of Dean’s voice, she threw herself back as if she were a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Sam actually whined as his hands were ripped from her skin. “Yeah Dean.” He growled, quickly standing and shielding her half-naked body through the door was still firmly shut.

“Sheriffs just found another body, we gotta move.” Y/N sat up on the bed, her interest now focused on the case.

“Was it the pawn shop owner’s wife?” She piped up.

There was a pause and then, “Y/N? Damn Sammy, you need an extra 10 minutes? Cause we definitely have time if you do.”

“Dean.” Sam warned, but the omega’s soft touch upon his hand stopped him in his tracks.

Y/N’s eyes blazed with a fire he had never seen before as she lifted herself from the now crumpled bed sheets. Her gaze was hard and firmly set upon the door as if she could see right through it to the idiotic alpha outside. Sam watched as the omega melted away and was replaced by the hardened hunter.

“Go. I’ll catch up with you two later. I have something to take care of.” Sam’s heart dropped to his stomach and he opened his mouth to protest, to insist that she come with them. Not because he thought she needed any sort of protection but that he didn’t think he could bear to be away from her for even a second. But then her glare settled on him.

He tried to turn his wrist to capture her hand in his but she pulled back from him quickly. “You should stay here, where you’re safe.”

He would never admit to it, but Sam cowered, shrinking in upon himself as Y/N’s lip turned downwards. “Go.” She snarled and before he could even comprehend what her sudden change in demeanour meant, Sam was out the door and his alpha howled with shame.

She rejected him and he had no clue how to fix it.

——————

Somehow, through the incredibly awkward tension and the less-than-perfect hunt, all three of the young hunters now found themselves in Bobby’s living room, a heavy air between them.

Y/N nursed a beer and a slightly swollen cheek as well as the angriest look on her face. Even Dean cringed away from her line of sight like a little boy escaping a scolding. “Any of you wanna tell me exactly what happened out there?”

Bobby shoved an ice pack into her awaiting hand before leaning against the desk at the far end of the room. “Just bone-headed alphas getting in my way.” She snarled and took a pull of her drink, her scent now bitter like stale coffee.

“Y/N, now’s not the time.” Bobby sighed, his head dropping between his shoulders. The omega turned her glare to him but he did not falter away like the boys did. “Hunts are always gonna be tough but you gotta work with the cards you’re dealt with and trust your partners. And these boys are the best you could ask for, alphas or not.”

Her growl echoed through the room before she slammed her beer down and stormed off. A bedroom door slammed shut soon after, rocking the foundations of the house. “That girl.” Bobby muttered, shaking his head mournfully.

Sam looked up the stairs longingly, part of him wanting to follow after her but also knowing that doing so might only worsen the already rocky relationship between them.

“What is her deal anyway?” Dean sat forward on the couch, planting his elbows onto his knees. Bobby’s hand curled around his tumbler of whisky, knuckles turning pale.

“You boys weren’t the only ones to grow up under the thumb of an obsessed hunter but the only difference between you is, she had both parents. Both alphas, both life-long hunters, and both believed that omegas were beneath them in every way. She was bait.”

Sam and Dean sucked in a breath, they both knew what that meant. Omegas would be stripped of all weapons or protective symbols and then sent into bars that vampires frequented or told to go for a walk in the woods where werewolf dens were. Their scent was the sweetest and the most appetising. Most of the time, the omega would make it out with minimal injuries but there were some hunters out there who would let whatever monster they were tracking down have a little treat before killing them.

“She got smart, learned how to gank monsters using whatever she could find and yet her parents took all the credit. They got lazy, letting her do the hunt while they went to go drink or do whatever the fuck else besides trying to protect their daughter. And one day, when she was recovering from a witch’s curse, they decided to get the hunt done themselves. They were slow and stupid. Y/N found them two days later, completely ripped apart. She’s been hunting alone ever since.”

“Shit.” Dean leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his cropped hair. “I figured she was just bitter about an ex or something. I- Sam!” The youngest Winchester sprang to his feet and before anyone could stop him, he pounded up the stairs and threw open her bedroom door.

Y/N sat against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving with barely controlled panic. Sam didn’t hesitate to yank her into his arms, forcing her face into the crook of his neck as he held her tightly. She thrashed against him, her warning snarls only ceasing when she finally inhaled his scent.

Tentatively, she placed her hands on his muscular back as Sam’s arms tightened around her shoulders, his head resting on top of her own. “You don’t need to worry anymore, omega. I’m right here.” Sam pressed his lips to the crown of her head, giving her a gentle kiss. “No one will ever hurt you again, not while I’m around.”

Her soft body slowly relaxed into him and the alpha could feel the weight being eased from her shoulders. “You can’t know that, it’s an impossible promise to make.”

Sam’s left hand slid up the soft curve of her arm, his fingertips gently brushing along her neck before settling on her jaw. He tilted her head up just enough so that she could meet his hazel eyes. His gaze flickered over her face, settling on her lips for a moment too long before finally looking longingly into her wide eyes.

“Because I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, happy and loved, no matter what.” Her breath hitched and for a moment, doubt crept into Sam’s mind. “Because you deserve so much more than what life has given you and I want to fix that.” He rushed to add on, hoping that she would not reject him once more.

But then, Y/N rocked forward and captured his lips in the best kiss of Sam’s life.

The world blurred around them as their lips danced together. Sam could taste the beer she had drunk but also something else- something that was just her. His hand fell to her neck making her moan loudly into his mouth as his thumb accidentally brushed against the raised skin of her scent gland.

His knees buckled as her scent suddenly filled through the room, emptying his mind of everything except her. Her nails dug into his back, the kiss quickly became something more.

“Wait wait wait.” Sam reluctantly ripped himself from her but she wasn’t letting go that easily. She pulled him back into another kiss which he was barely able to pull away from. “Wait babygirl. Are you sure you want to go any further?” His right hand, which she now realised was low on her back, the tips of his fingers brushed against the swell of her ass, pressed her further into his toned stomach.

Y/N whined trying to chase his lips but a warning growl from Sam had her obediently silent. “I need a clear answer, omega.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Please, I want you, all of you.” She managed to get out through the heavy lump of arousal in her throat. Sam smirked, his alpha preening at her desperation and her acceptance that he was hers. Yet he still did not kiss her again. Part of him wished for her to beg, to scream and cry for him after her rejection.

His thumb pressed down onto her scent gland, immediately making her eyes grow hazy. “Then prove it.”

Her hands flew to his belt buckle, trembling almost violently as she struggled to open it and gain access to what she was craving. She growled in frustration, ripping the leather apart Y/N was finally able to pull his dark jeans down enough for his cock to spring free, unburdened by any boxers.

Sam could barely hold back a groan as she moaned loudly at the sight of him. Her eyes flicked to his but quickly returned to the long and thick cock just a hair’s breadth away. The old hardwood groaned with the impact of her knees as she dropped in front of him. “Omega-“ He tried to say but suddenly her mouth was on him.

A saltiness exploded on her tongue as Y/N licked up his tip, lapping at the pre-cum that was already gathered there. She mewled, eager for more of the alpha in her mouth. Her lips pulled tighter with each inch she swallowed down, her jaw already beginning to ache even though she had barely taken half of him down her throat.

Sam’s hands balled into fists, his knuckles paling with the force. He watched with bated breath as the omega’s eyes hardened and she forced down even more of his cock. “Babygirl- fuck- slow down.” Now he was the one begging but she refused to listen.

She pulled back slightly, just enough that the fat head of his cock rested on the back of her tongue and then she pressed forwards again, now able to brush the tip of her nose against the groomed thatch of hair on the base of his pelvis. Sam threw his head back and moaned loudly, his cock already throbbing with the edge of ecstasy.

“Omega stop.” Her movements ceased but he was still deep down her throat. Her eyes were wide with a questioning gaze, the colour of her irises completely swallowed up by her pupils. The room was thick with their scent, and had he been in the right mind, Sam would wonder if the two men downstairs could smell them.

Delicately, he cupped her hollowed out cheeks and dragged her from his cock. She whined in protest as she was ripped away from him and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. “So good for me, so perfect. Can I take care of you now?” He cooed, rubbing his thumbs across the apple of her cheeks.

Her eyelids fluttered and she nodded enthusiastically.

She went limp in his arms as Sam pulled her to his feet, letting him guide her soft body back onto the creaky mattress easily. She bounced once, her tits jumping towards her chin with the movement though they were still confined by her bra.

Sam’s plaid slipped over his head quickly, followed by his undershirt, leaving him completely bare to the omega who was still fully dressed. Her thick thighs pressed together under the weight of his gaze, needing any sort of friction against her core or she felt she would go mad.

His touch was hot, even through the thick denim of her jeans, as he slowly crawled up the length of her body, absentmindedly kissing the little flashes of skin where her shirt had risen on her stomach, her wrists, her collarbone until he finally reached her lips once more.

He gripped a plump thigh in one hand, the other holding his huge body above her as they lazily kissed. His hips settled against hers, immediately fanning the flames of desire between the two. She wiggled beneath him, fingers desperately pulling at the buttons of her own flannel, bumping into his hard chest with each unsuccessful attempt.

Sam let his hand drift from her thigh to the button of her jeans, popping it open with a calm ease that made her omega preen. Long fingers slid into her pants, immediately finding her panties completely soaked through with slick. As soon as his rough fingertips brushed against her covered clit, Y/N threw her head back and howled, her hips canting up to chase his touch.

With her neck now exposed, his lips found their way to her hot skin, nipping and sucking as his fingers pushed her panties to the side. Nails dug into the strong muscles of his back as he gently traced the length of her. “So wet for me. I’ll make you feel so good, omega.”

Before she could even take a breath, her pants were ripped down her legs along with her panties and discarded across the room. Sam’s eyes were fixated on the apex of her thighs, hungrily licking his lips at the sight of her laid out before him.

Without any warning, he dove in as if he could no longer stop himself. Pleasure shot up her spine in a way she had never before experienced. Sam nosed at her clit, groaning happily as more slick poured from her. He tried to be gentle at first, to ease his way into her but as soon as she clenched tightly around his tongue, Sam knew that there was no going back, that he would do this every day, multiple times a day if it were up to him, for the rest of their lives.

“Sam!” She cried, her hips bucking from the bed, making the old bed springs scream in protest with the sudden movement. Sam growled into her cunt, the vibrations sending a mind-numbing spark through her body, and grabbed her wide hips to keep her pinned down. Now unable to escape his mouth, Y/N was forced to feel every stroke of his tongue and each flick of his large nose against her clit. It was overwhelming, overpowering and tortuous in all the best ways.

The edges of her mind were beginning to go fuzzy just as small black dots grew in her vision. She grabbed at his hands, their fingers intertwined as she held them to her covered chest, desperate for more of the alpha’s touch like she could never get enough of him. Sam’s head bobbed with each furious thrust of his tongue, lapping up everything she was giving him. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. Her body strung tight with her impending release but still it did not cum.

She lifted her head from the pillows and opened her mouth to beg the alpha to cum but instead, she saw how he was nestled between her thighs, his own body tightly pressed to the bed sheets as his lean hips rolled down. He was humping the bed, furiously so, all because of her taste.

The omega shattered in his arms, her orgasm washing over her like nothing before. She was silent only for a moment, too washed out in pleasure to make a sound but then, she screamed. Her cum coated his tongue and Sam couldn’t stop his own orgasm from slamming into him- her sounds, her taste, her warmth, it was all too much for him and the alpha spilled himself onto the moth-eaten duvet cover.

“Alpha.” She sobbed, her soft arms reaching out to him. “Wan your knot!” Part of Sam winced at her tears but his alpha was howling in pride at leaving the omega a desperate puddle of lust and need for him. He wrapped her up in a comforting embrace, twisting both their bodies so that she could lay mostly on top of him.

“Shhh omega. You will get it, but not today.” She stiffened in his hold but he was quick to reassure her.

“I want to earn it, your trust and your mark.” He smiled and kissed her softly, cupping her jaw in one massive hand. “Let me work for it, please.”

Her shy smile knocked the breath from his lungs, her eyes shining with the beginnings of love. “Yeah okay.” Sam relaxed back into the bed, deliriously happy as Y/N laid her head on his bare chest, hand over the heart that beat only for her.

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The Family (1/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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Sam and Jess came back home as soon as they finished school, even skipping graduation, and you couldn't be happier to welcome them back.

You had done a few changes to the house since they had left. There was now a bed that could fit all of you in the master bedroom, and you set another room as an extra room when any of you needed privacy, and you had finished your baby's nursery. She didn't have a name yet - you liked the idea of letting Sam and Jess suggest names too, considering you were a pack and they would also be her parents, even if they weren't there to produce her.

Finally, finally, they were home and your family was complete.

The boys were off to deal with Sam's new university, where he would be continuing with his studies, but Jess had taken another road.

Oh, and she was also pregnant now. Your babies would be four months apart!

She still wasn't showing but was very proud of her belly anyway, showing it off, taking pictures every week and looping you into taking them with her with your weeks on the board and 'baby girl' and 'baby baby' under them.

You had to say, pregnancy suited her very well.

Your Omega was glowing and you could see how much happier she was now and it made you even happier that she was here with you.

"Oh, here," she pulled your hand, placing it on her 7 weeks belly.

You tried not to giggle at her enthusiasm.

It was impossible to notice anything about her pregnancy. Sometimes, she would feel things and try to make you or the boys feel it, and you had to stop Dean from telling her it was just gas.

But you didn't mind, because it was adorable!

While you were excited about your daughter, you were also very ready for her to come out already, though you were a bit far from that.

Your belly had begun to actually get big, and now you couldn't see your feet, and they were starting to swell.

Also, you were craving a few things to the point of them being the only thing you were able to think about sometimes!

Some nights you had to wake Dean up to ask him for some stuff, like peanut butter with ice cream, cucumber with jelly, his cum - and Sam's - on chocolate...

Cravings.

And you couldn't stop thinking of Jess' pussy.

Right at this moment.

As she spoke to you about whatever thing she was thinking about.

"Are you alright?" she asked, taking your focus to her voice. "Do you want some more cucumber with jelly?"

"Actually..." you bit your lower lip. "I'm craving something else right now."

You never thought you'd experiment with women before Joss, but she was one of the most beautiful Omegas you had ever seen and you wanted her even before you were mated.

"Oh, what is it?" she asked.

You took her hand, pulling her closer.

"Your pussy," you moved your nose over hers. "Can I have it, Jess? Can I eat your pussy?"

She licked her lips, eyes twinkling at the thought.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You and Dean haven't mated in a while..."

It was true. Normally you two fucked like rabbits, but you were going through a very tired phase to go through being fucked and Dean understood that.

Mostly, you sucked his cock and used your hands on one another, and that was it.

"I am," you told her. "Please, Jess? I need it."

Jess nodded with her cheeks flushed, kissing you sweetly, but it quickly shifted into something passionate, and arched her body to yours when moved your hands to caress her beautiful tits, and pulled away from you slowly before you took it off.

"Let me give you a little show, Omega," she pulled back.

She teased you a little, taking off her shirt over her head, and massaging her tits a little bit as you licked your lips, eager to have them in your mouth.

Your Omega turned around to you, showing her ass in her itsy bitsy little shorts, buried between her ass cheeks at the end of her very long legs, and you just wanted to throw her on the couch just like that and fucking devour her.

Your pussy was already wet when she slid the piece off, stepping away from them and standing in your living room in just a little thong.

"Fucking tease," you whispered, licking your lips.

She giggled, playing with it with her fingers.

"You want me to take it off, Omega?" she teased you.

You nodded, and she pouted.

"Say please?" Jess teased you.

Oh, how silly.

As if you were going to be bossed around by a younger Omega.

You stood up, pulling Jess and laying her down, half throwing but still making sure to be careful.

"I don't say please," you raised her ass.

Jess whined, sticking her ass out obediently, and you licked her over her panties, already seeing a little bit of her wetness sipping through them.

"Silly little Omega," you held her ass cheeks open.

You licked and licked her clit over the fabric until she was squirming and whining under you.

"Omega," she panted. "Please."

If you were Dean, you would have ripped off that silly thong and would give her a good spanking on her ass and her pussy.

Well... you could, couldn't you?

"Did Sam learn how to spank your pussy, Omega?" you asked her.

You tried ripping her panties, but struggled, and huffed to yourself.

How did Dean do that?

"No," she whined, looking back at you. "Sam is too afraid of hurting me."

You scoffed.

Silly Sam.

You pulled her panties down, watching with a pleased smirk when her wetness followed it with a long, stretched droplet.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

You shifted her position, making her lay across your lap, thankful for the long space to stretch your legs so she would have where to lay on without your belly bothering her.

"Let's fix that, uh?" you decided.

You slapped her ass a couple of times, twice on each side, warming your hands up.

She gasped and whined as you did, her sweet ass making a perfect jiggle with each slap. Such a cute little college student, perfect little Omega.

"Omega," she moaned.

You hummed to her.

"Yes, sweet Omega?"

Jess wiggled her ass, as if that would tempt you into forgetting what you were doing now.

"Please," she whimpered. "Omega? Eat my pussy?"

You hummed a little, still slapping her ass.

"I don't know," you considered slowly. "You did tease me, Jess... I don't know if you deserve it."

She whined.

"But you said you-"

Before she could finish, you silenced her up with a slap on her pussy.

Jess cried out, shocked, and you were happy to find her so wet she made your hand all wet.

"Behave, little Omega," you slapped her again.

So that was why Dean liked this so much.

To shut up a silly, noisy Omega brat made you feel almost as much pleasure as being slapped yourself.

She cried as you found your rhythm, slapping her entrance and then her clit, til you were just slapping and slapping her.

You only stopped when your hand was all messy, finally satisfied, and made her lay on her back again, spreading her legs and licking her hungrily.

She came quickly after you set your lips on her, and you chuckled.

"What a messy little Omega," you teased, pushing two fingers into her. "So eager you barely needed any touch to cum."

Jess whined, and you just moved down to her, kissing and licking her cunt, eating her out hungrily, and moaned when you felt your tits ache and leak onto the couch.

Fuck, you hadn't even realised you were so horny.

You didn't stop licking and eating her out even after she came. Actually, you pined her down and focused on pleasing her even more.

During your first time, Dean had stopped you from making her cum so many times she got stupid and silly, but you were all alone now, and there was no Alpha around to tell you what you could or couldn't do with your Omega.

"Omega!" she cried, shaking under you. "Y/N!"

You held her, not letting her go from under you, and sucked onto her clit as you fucked her with two fingers, curling your fingers against her g-spot.

You'd make her cum until she didn't know anything but you, until she didn't need anything but you.

Jess's pussy squeezed your fingers when you pushed a third one inside - she was used to taking Sam's big cock, you knew she liked feeling full - and you focused a bit more on her sweet spot, looking to make her squirt.

"Y/N!" she cried. "Please, it's too much."

You clicked your tongue.

"But you can still form phrases, Omega," you reminded her. "I don't think it is enough."

Jess whined, desperate, and you held her close to you with your free arm.

You giggled, elated, when she moaned out loudly, her pussy squeezing your fingers tight as she finally squirted, wetting your whole face with her delicious slick.

You pulled away, sucking your fingers clean, giving her a minute, and turned her to lay with her belly up, drooling when you realised her tits were leaking all over.

"Oh, baby," you cooed. "Why didn't you tell me your milky tits were dripping?"

Jess looked down, seeming all dazed, unaware by her own biological reaction

So your hunch was right. Jess was just like you...

The Winchester did have a type, after all.

You latched onto her breast, sucking as you pushed your fingers into her cunt again, sucking her sweet, sweet milk, as you continued with your goal of making her just a silly little puddle of Omega slick.

She came beautifully under you, arching her hips to your hand, moaning so loud you knew she would be heard outside.

"Please, Omega," she begged. "Want your milk, please. I need your milk."

Oh, your poor Omega. You weren't the only hungry one, after all.

You moved up, putting a breast onto her lips and moaned when she started sucking down on you but focused on keeping fucking and playing with her with the hand you had on her pussy.

Jess' didn't pull away to moan when you felt her squeezing you again, her orgasm much quicker and much easier to pull from her now.

"My poor little Omega," you moaned. "So hungry for my milk, baby..."

Her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was just taking and taking everything from you, like a good Omega.

You didn't even notice she was moving to touch you until she did, and moaned when her slender fingers started playing with you, and couldn't hold back a loud cry.

"Fuck, Jess," you moaned.

She opened her eyes, pupils wide as she started fingering you and rubbing your clit with the heel of her hand.

Your eyes closed and you almost lost focus.

Fuck, you were so horny, so wet.

She pulled you up to her body, and you were quick to position yourself between your legs, rubbing your pussy on hers and moaning at how good, how sweet it felt.

You didn't stop when she came under you, too warm now, looking for your own pleasure.

"'mega," Jess cried under you. "Y/n!"

You reached down, pinching her tits and her nipples, and she cried out again, cumming one more time.

Before you could reach your own pleasure, though, a voice rose right behind you.

"My, my," Dean gasped. "What do we have here?"

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Tattered: The Things We’ve Been Promised and Fought for

A SPN ABO Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Dean, Cas/Meg

Word Count: ~5600

Warnings, etc: Rushed through rut sex, Dean disappearing to go after the Leviathans, building a bigger pack, the babies arrive (hospitals, blood, c-section, nursing), and a jump forward

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SAM

Cas was actually right. She’s fine. The babies are fine. I don’t know if I’d call it a miracle, but it’s a win and we’ll take it. The doctors asked her if she’d be interested in being included in a medical paper. She told them she’d think about it, being warned by an angel about our claim imbalance is a bit harder to reproduce in further studies.

And the last thing we really want is more questions.

She smells like sunbaked wheat fields and some kind of pastry, warm and comforting as she nuzzles me awake. Dean’s on his belly, head shoved between his pillows snoring gently. He’s dreaming vaguely, so I know we’ve got time to ourselves. I reach down and palm her ass, scooping her onto my lap as I tug the sheer nightgown up by my fingers.

She’s bare against my belly as she starts to kiss me, slow and teasing. I eat it up.

I hold her jaw in the palm of my hand slowly lap into her mouth, tasting and tempting as she gets wetter against me. She’s so solid now, the pups’re over a pound each and getting bigger every appointment. I want to keep her close, make sure she’s this healthy and safe always. Fill her up over and over so no one questions that she is spoken for, claimed by and possessing both our hearts. I need to be inside her, ten minutes ago.

She groans and then chuckles knowingly. “Your rut is coming up, I can smell it, it’s almost smokey on your skin.”

“What are we gonna do?” I ask, worry sinking in my gut.

“What we always do, fuck like crazy, hydrate. Rinse and repeat.”

“But what about the pups?”

She smirks down at me like I’m an idiot. “Sam, alphas have been fucking their pregnant omegas since the begining of time. Rut sex isn’t a threat, unless you tie me down and leave me somewhere—”

“I would nev-”

She brushes her thumb over my lips. “I know, stud, I know. I’m just saying. We’ll get through it. Dean might be pissy, but he gets his turn soon enough.”

I nod against her hold on my chin and she rewards me with a firm kiss. I hug her close and breathe in the calm she radiates, nosing against her hair. I won’t hurt her. I can’t.

She reaches between our bodies and starts stroking me back to life. I groan, watching as she rubs against my side, riling herself up just as much. I spin us on to our sides and she rolls to slot her ass against me, keeping it quiet for Dean, who’s still asleep behind me.

"Easy," I murmur and kiss the back of her neck. I sink inside her slowly, inch by inch. She's even tighter at this angle and I close my eyes and breathe. I need to make this last for her.

She gasps and starts rocking against me, so I pull her tighter to my chest. The smell of her slick fills the room and I love her so much I don't know what to do with it all. I cup her tit and marvel at how heavy they've gotten, nuzzling against my claim on her neck.

I push into her in shallow rolls. My knot is hot against her ass. But we're in no hurry. She keeps sighing and squeezing me. My name coming out in little slices of whisper.

"It's okay, baby."

She breaks off on a moan and I brush my fingers over her nipple to give her more. But I keep it slow, building, trying not to rush anything. She pulls my fingers off her nipple and sucks them into her mouth, which is just —- then she drags them out and down to her clit. And as I slide them against that swollen nub, she clenches and my knot throbs. I gasp against her hair, trying to breathe through it all.

Stopping myself from fucking her into the mattress, because I know she likes to be tossed around, even now.

“Make me come first, Alpha—- Sam, please, I’m so close—,” she demands more than begs and I’m fucking trying, but she’s so wet I’m losing any purchase I have on her clit. I seal her lips around it, and rub, feeling it all hot and grinding against my hand. She’s digging her nails into the back of my neck, holding me as close as we can get from this angle and I’m going to explode.

I teeth down the side of her face, landing on the hinge of her jaw and instead of biting her, I suck the smooth skin into my mouth. I can feel her blood drawing into the bruise, the delicious heat. Her claws are latched into my flesh and she keens, coming with a bucking thrash against my side— her legs kicking the last of the blankets off my side of the bed.

I lick the sweat off her neck and pin her mound with the heel of my hand as I finish rutting my knot into her pulsing core. God— I swear I don’t know how I fit, but she fucking makes room for me or something because when I lock into place it’s like the first day out of the cage again. Her scent floods me with completion— contentment and I’m blinking away the tears. Mine. Ours. Us.

I place my hand on her belly, dragging it up and down, feeling the shape of our pups inside and I pour even more pride and love into the air.

When we wake up, Dean’s gone. He left us a note saying: ‘Have a good rut. Fridge is stocked.’

It takes us two days to realize Cas and Bobby are gone too, between the house and salvage yard it’s a ghost town and we both know that can’t be good. But I can’t go and find anybody with a constant erection and reeking of rut. Besides, she’s got us nested down so good I’d probably lose my nuts if I even suggested we leave.

We’re both exhausted, but hydrated. And I’m eating her out like I’m going for the record. Not that Dean and I keep score, or anything. Or at least not that she knows about.

She’s riding my face and I can’t even see her tits anymore, her belly’s so big and that’s saying something because her tits have never been better. Fuck she’s so close I can taste the change in her slick— like it gets ultra concentrated just before —- I’m drowning in it, slurping it up and feeling her thighs trembling against me.

I’m hard as fucking steel and I don’t even want to touch my dick. I want to stay here on the verge of suffocation surrounded by my mate’s scent, her warmth. It makes me think of poems from school, of dying willing in your lover’s arms. Take my life, it is already yours.

And then she’s gone, slumped against the pillows and fanning herself as she catches her breath. I grin at her and wipe my mouth off with the back of my arm. She rolls her eyes at me and beckons me closer. I fall against her, hugging her middle as best I can while arching around the pups. My dick is persistent, but remains ignored along her leg.

She plays with my hair and I moan as she starts to scratch my scalp.

I can smell it on her before she voices it out loud, but still she says. “I’m worried about Dean, Sam.”

“I know, me too.”

"Do you think the Leviathans got them?”

“No. I don’t.”

“Just like that. No?” She looks at me like I’m lying to her, which I haven’t been able to manage since I got my soul back.

I shake my head, chewing on the explanation for my conviction. “It’s just, we’d feel it if something big happened, wouldn’t we? I think they’re hunting, but I don’t think it’s Def Com 6 here. Plus Cas and Bobby are with him— Dean’s gonna be fine.”

“You’re not just saying that because you want to keep fucking like rabbits, right?”

I sigh and try not to glare at her. But she smirks at me and I know she knows I was being sincere. “Very funny.”

“Dean’s not the only one that can give you shit, mister,” she teases, sinking further down my body to plop into my lap.

I nuzzle my nose against hers and she hums before she kisses me firmly on closed lips. “Even though you’re sure, I’d feel better if everyone was back home. So! Let’s see if we can get this rut over quickly then, just in case.”

I shake my head at her front of nonchalance, but agree wholeheartedly. “Can’t argue with that.”

They pull into the driveway two days later, dragging the impala behind them in Bobby’s truck. And they’re not alone. Cas and Meg ride in on the bed of the truck, presumably because they couldn’t be killed by something as inconsequential as an accident. And there’s Charlie, who I’ve only really talked to on the phone, looking a little dazed, but enthusiastically climbing out of the cab to shake hands with Y/N and me. Both Bobby and Dean look like they haven’t slept in days, and Dean’s got a shiner and his new coat is still covered in Leviathan juice.

“So?”

“We got him, Sammy. Dick’s dead. They’re all gone.”

“What, seriously? How?!”

“Bone of a nun, straight to the neck,” Dean gestures and grins, wagging his eyebrows. “I stuck it to ‘em.”

Our Omega, having enough of Dean’s antics, pulls him in for a proper scenting, opening his jacket and looking him over as he rests his hands on her hips, widening his stance so he is low enough to look her in the eye. “I’m fine, honey, really.”

“Tell me everything, from the beginning, like how you ran out on us without any way of knowing where you were!” She fumes, shaking him by the collar and pushes him away. Dean barely has to step back to withstand the weak force of her shove. He sighs and rolls his neck to look at me for back up. I hold up my hands and claim no loyalty in this spat.

He flips me off.

“Look, Sammy needed you here and, well, we got word it was time to move on the head honcho, so we took it.”

“What happened to Baby?”

Meg spoke up for the first time, husky voice deliberately unmussed. “That would be me. Drove her through their little glass welcome screen. Lucky me, I got to be a diversion.”

The story slowly unravels, Charlie sneaking Dean and Cas in. Cas identifying the real Dick Roman or the head chomper wearing his face. Saving the prophet Kevin, who they somehow lost when Crowley stepped in to help. And Cas flying Dean out of the blast zone just in time before the Leviathans got literally sucked back into Purgatory.

“So, uh, we’ve still got some clean up to do. Finding the kid. But I think —” Bobby explains before he gets cut off by Cas.

“We did good.”

“You’re damn right we did,” Dean agrees, holding hands with the mother of our children as we all drink and eat around the large banquet table Bobby built for us.

I can’t believe it’s over. “Well, Crowley can’t be too hard to get a lead on. We’ll get Kevin back to his mom.”

And just like that the mood turns sober. Before long, Bobby and Y/N take Charlie back to his house to help get a room ready for her to crash in until she gets her next move figured out. Which leaves Meg, Cas, Dean and I continuing to sip our drinks and shoot the shit.

“Look at you Winchesters, properly domesticated and everything,” Meg teased, eyeing the beams above her head and taking in the quality of Dean and Bobby’s craftsmanship.

“I know, right?” I agree, unable to stop the heat that burns across my cheeks.

“Awww, it’s okay, Sam. Maybe we all deserve a little bit of happiness this side of the apocalypse,” Meg says to Cas more than anyone. Cas, who had been eerily quiet, suddenly looks up and they lock eyes with something earnest and maybe a little dirty passing between them.

I clear my throat before Dean gets offended, because he’s already weirded out that we broke the warding for Meg. “You guys have any plans? Cas, any word from Daphne?”

“Uh, no, unfortunately when I didn’t return promptly from my first visit, she slowly realized that my abilities couldn’t be the claim to fame she was seeking. So, we parted ways and as I couldn’t be legally married as I don’t exist as a citizen, we didn’t really have to annul anything.”

“Heartbreaker,” Meg taunts.

“Wow, that’s good, Cas. I guess. One less loose end,” Dean agrees.

“I know you’ve been hanging out with Bobby a lot, thinking about sticking around? The more the merrier, right Dean?” I ask pointedly.

“I hadn’t really thought about it. I need to talk to Heaven, see if I can begin to atone. But it would be nice to have a homebase of sorts on Earth,” Castiel replies almost shyly.

“Well, you know where to find us, man. Because until those pups are out and until they’re walking, we’ve got one job to do,” Dean says and it all hits me. We don’t have to keep hunting. Sure, we can, but we don’t have to. We can have a life. Bobby will put us to work and we’ll do what we can for money, but once Kevin is safe. We’re just gonna be dads.

It’s unreal.

DEAN

It’s been two weeks since we took down Dick and yet Meg and Cas and hell, even Charlie have stuck around. Though Bobby won’t let Meg in his house, considering she tried to kill him at least once. But at this point, who hasn’t she tried to kill?

Charlie’s fascinated with all things hunting and the demon-angel team up sounds like something out of one of her video games so she can’t stop asking questions. Bobby’s actually having a lot of fun having her around, think she’s growing on the old bastard by sheer earnestness. And there’s our Omega, who is about fit to burst. She’s gone through the babies’ room everyday trying to figure out what we forgot, what we’re missing.

Her waddling around like that makes me stupid and proud, but also just so damn happy that I start putting my foot in my mouth because it all seems too good to be true. Sam hates it when I piss her off, but it’s not like it’s intentional. I just can’t leave well enough alone.

The current argument is over names. Because everybody’s healthy in there, so we start getting serious about these pups we’re gonna meet any day now.

“Do not say John again— I will smack you,” Y/N growls.

“Dean, yeah, man, come on,” of course Sam agrees with her.

I know my dad’s name comes with a lot of baggage, but I still miss the son of a bitch anyway. Just not quite why she’s got such a vendetta against it, it’s a classic name.

I grumble and concede this time. “Okay, fine, what do you like?”

“Jasper or maybe Jeremiah,” she replies, not bothering to look up from her little notebook that she has them all listed out on.

“Can we stay away from Pop culture names? Jasper is really popular lately,” Sam asks delicately, because yeah, we’re not doing the vampire name game, but still I hold my breath waiting for her to explode.

She sighs and crosses it off the list.

I see how tired she is and rub her knee under the table. “How about we go back to the girls’ names? Huh? Maybe if we get a small enough pool, we can narrow down the boy’s name better.”

We discuss names for another hour. Nobody agrees on any three names. But there’s some progress. Sort of.

Sam makes fajitas and I go and find Cas, even though he doesn't eat, gotta let everybody know it’s dinner time. He’s standing in one of the fields that I’m pretty sure don’t belong to Bobby, but I’m not about to go tattling either.

“Hey, man, soup’s on.”

Cas turns on me, all squinty eyed and concerned. “Hello, Dean.”

“Can you grab Meg and tell her to wash up for dinner? Sam says it will be ready in a minute here. I’ll go tell Charlie and Bobby.”

He walks with me towards the main house, but something must be up because he’s extra quiet. Not like listening to the universe or angel radio quiet, just thoughtful. He doesn’t go looking for Meg and soon we are stomping up the back steps in through Bobby’s kitchen.

“Dean? How did you know you were ready to take a mate?” Cas' question comes out of left field, but it also makes a lot of sense with the way he’s been acting.

“Uh— I don’t think I was ready, man. I mean, look at us, we kind of fucked things up before we really got it right. Why?”

“I also seemed to have—- fucked things up. When I lost my memories— with Daphne. But I realize now that I probably wouldn’t be able to make a human mate happy.” Cas looks up at me with a wavering dare in his eyes.

“Oh, shit!” I can’t believe he means—

“Don’t tell Sam, not yet. I just have begun thinking about pursuing her.”

“Yeah, man, I get it. But what about making amends with Heaven? A demon mate can’t be too far down on the No-No list.”

“Mating in general is considered beneath us, Dean.”

I can’t help the heat of shame that rises up, gaping at my best friend like a middle schooler during health class. But Cas has been in the trenches with us mud monkeys long enough, I guess I had forgotten just how holy he was. Maybe it’s also because we’re standing in Bobby’s too small kitchen and I can feel the old man’s eyes on me like an overzealous librarian.

“You got a reason for busting in here with your locker room talk or just felt the need to make everyone else uncomfortable?” Bobby glares at me then looks at Charlie who just waves innocently.

“Uh, food?” I swallow and try again. “Dinner’s ready.”

By a fucking miracle, we all make it to our place without more oversharing on anybody’s part.

Everything is so loud, but it’s like background loud, sitting next to a horror movie showing loud. Which is fitting, because there’s a lot of blood. And it’s getting harder to see, but I can’t do anything about it because my hands are full.

“Hey, kiddo. I’m your dad— one of ‘em anyway.” I swear she turns and looks at me, like she knows the sound of my voice. But her eyes are squeezed shut and she’s still screaming. And I’m crying worse than she is, because she’s here and she’s healthy and Y/N is a fucking miracle worker. She’s perfect.

They’re all perfect.

Sam’s got the boy while the doctors clean up his little girl. She had a cord wrapped around her neck, but they could see everything once they got in there, so she’s fine. Sophia. That’s the name Sam and Y/N picked for her. Wisdom. It fits.

I’m bouncing Joni, trying to get her to calm down as they put our Omega back together again. I walk over to where her face is behind the curtain, show her how amazing she is. How awesome our pup is. Pups are.

“Hey, Mama,” I can’t keep the tease out of my voice, I’m just so fucking happy. “Somebody wants to say hi.”

“Hi!” She sobs out, reaching as best she can with her arms pinned down to kiss a tiny forehead.

The nurses clear some room on her chest, get her arms free so she can hold her, skin-to-skin they say. Once I know she’s got Joni good, I go and see how Sophie’s doing. Her cry is reedy, softer than her sister’s but still breaks my heart wide open. Once the nurse says I can, I scoop her up and hold her tight against my shoulder, whispering to her as we bounce-step over to her mom.

“Sorry, sweetheart, we had to give Mama a minute. But now we’ve got you. Everybody’s safe.” I tell her as much as myself. I lock eyes with Sam as he is scenting Jimmy’s dark head. Leave it to our son to come out with a full head of hair.

He’s not talking, but I can tell Sam’s just as much a mess as I am. I walk over and show off Sophie and he hands me our boy in exchange. He’s all wide eyed and looking around at everybody. Never seen a baby so alert. But I’m guessing that will change. These three are gonna put us all through the ringer— fill our lives with the new and the unknown.

It’s mesmerizing. And terrifying.

It’s a long time before they move us into a family room, they don’t even let us carry them down the hall. Instead we have three little plastic boxes on wheels that we push, along with a nurse, behind Y/N’s gurney. They help her figure out how to feed them. And I know Sam’s listening to all the technical crap about latching and pumping.

But I am just amazed at her, exhausted as she is, cooing down at our pups as they nurse. Joni’s the smallest, but they all made it long enough to not have to worry about being hooked up to anything. Which I am gonna call Cas out on later, because the odds were near impossible on avoiding a NICU stay with triplets, but somehow we managed it.

Joni and Jimmy have been burped and are sleeping in their little blanket burritos tucked into a single bassinet. They’re used to close quarters and I can already tell they’re better together than apart. Sophie sleeps against Y/N chest, too tired from being born to really eat yet, but the nurse says it’s normal. Sam grabbed a shower and eventually Y/N will get a turn, but she’s got to worry about all the stitches and staples, so it might be just sponge baths for a few days.

I try not to get excited about helping her with those.

We’ve got a lot more things to worry about now. And that kind of thinking got us here in the first place. I lose the last layer of scrubs and leave the bathroom door open so I can hear them if they need me, if a nurse catches a peek, who cares at this point. Finally, we’re all clean and wedged on her bed, a baby a piece and everything quiets down. We shift and scent and just exist together for the first time, all six of us. God, it’s a whole pack now. We’re a real family.

Nothing will ever be better than this.

Five Years Later

Bobby

If I wasn’t already losing my hearing, the shrieking coming out of the backseat would have done it. I pull up to the drive in and wait for the carhop to come and take our orders. Don’t tell Rufus, but this minivan handles pretty damn well.

“Grandpa? Can I have poppers?” Joni asks like it’s normal for a little girl to be ordering deep fried peppers.

“No, doll, we’re having dinner at home. This is just a quick treat, but don’t go telling on me. Your dad will be all whiney about ruining your dinner and your daddy will be mad we didn't bring him home anything.”

They all giggle.

The waitress taps on my window and I tell her, “four rootbeer floats please. Extra napkins if you got ‘em.”

“Sure thing, hun. That’ll be eighteen eighty.”

I give her a twenty and a couple of singles, waving away the offer of change.

“Thanks, it’ll be right up.”

I can feel them all fidgeting in their little booster seats, so I turn around and unbuckle myself to talk to them better. “You have fun today?”

Sophie’s staring out the window and hugging her little ratty stuffed rabbit. But she smiles and nods. Joni and Jimmy are both bellowing, trying to be louder than the other. “Yes! It was so fun!”

“Good.” I say, trying not to get too pleased with myself.

The mugs arrive and the pups are sticky from head to toe by the time we hand them back to the carhop, mostly empty. The extra napkins get wadded up and shoved into a grocery bag Y/N keeps on a little hook in here. Shoulda grabbed some baby wipes before we left. Friggin’ evidence is gonna get us all in trouble.

I check that their belts are tight and that Jimmy can reach both of his sisters’ hands if he needs to. Once we’re all set for the drive home, Sophie’s already nodding off. Then Jimmy conks out. Silly Miss Joni singsongs herself to sleep just as I’m pulling into the driveway. It’s nice out. We’ll leave them in there with the windows down until they wake up. With three of ‘em we’ve learned to pick our battles.

And the fresh air and afternoon sunshine will be a better way to wake up than yanking them out of their seats only to try and force them back to sleep after a fright and a carry upstairs.

I let myself in and hang up the van keys by the rest of them. Somebody’s in the library and somebody's snoring upstairs. I go warn Sam to finish his chapter outside on the porch and then make my way back to my place. I pass Charlie’s little trailer and don’t bother to knock, she’s hunting with Jody and the girls this week, but make sure she didn’t leave any lights on.

Cas and Meg’s place is aways in the back, more of a house than a barn, since we did it from the ground up. But it suits them, as much as they come and go. Then there’s Garth and Bess, never figured I’d have nearly a full set of monsters for neighbors, but life is nothing if not surprising. They’re expecting their first pup in a couple of months. I’ve been working on fixing up an old conversion van for them, but parts take forever. It’s funny, never saw that dipshit so normal as he is as a werewolf.

Kevin stops by from time to time, but that’s between research positions. He graduated from college and is working on a doctorate already. His mother calls me once a month whether I’ve heard from him or not. I don’t hate the check ins.

The birthday party is tomorrow, giving everybody more time to make it in.

I can’t believe the kids are already five. Starting school next fall and everything. It makes me feel every inch a grandpa. Because I remember when Sam was that size and now he’s got his own to worry over. It’s been years, but it feels like yesterday. I check that the gifts I have tucked away for them are still safely hidden, because the rascals are curious little things. Had to move the Christmas presents to Jody’s after last year, got into them a whole week before I even had my tree up.

“Okay, time! Time. Sophie, it’s Jimmy’s turn,” Dean braves the terribly aimed swings of the old broom and catches it before she swipes into the snack table. Jimmy’s been waiting with his blindfold looped around his neck. The crepe paper donkey is swinging idly where Y/N holds the rope over the branch.

Everyone here knows this is going to take awhile. But without any other kids in line, we’re gonna let them have their fun.

“Good job Sophia!” Cas calls through his hands. She peeks out of her blindfold and groans at the fully intact pinata.

“Jimmy! Whack it good!” Joni crows and everyone cheers along with her. Sam collects Sophie’s blindfold and ties it around Joni’s neck as she waits for her turn. Sophie slumps over and leans against me like she’s run a marathon.

I don’t bother asking her what’s wrong, she’s a pouter, but she’s not showy about it. She thinks she didn’t do a good enough job, so I’m just gonna hold her while she watches her brother fall over himself missing the moving target too. Joni gets a good couple thwacks in, but the dumb donkey’s still holding all the candy when Dean decides it’s his turn.

“Now you watch, your daddy isn’t gonna be able to get it either.” And bless her, Y/N kept that pinata out of Dean’s reach the entire two minutes we gave him. Then it became a taunting exercise between the adults. After enough of them had laughed themselves stupid, I stood up, setting Sophie down gently.

“Alright, idjits, it’s time for sudden death. No blindfolds, only spinning and let the birthday pups get their candy.” Being the pack elder has its perks and times like this is one of them.

Joni teeters over with laughter as she swings. She catches the rope around the broom handle and pulls the whole thing down with little resistance from Y/N’s grip. She beats the cardboard animal within an inch of recognition and finally a hole caves in and the other two pounce in for the candy as soon as the weapon is out of play. Dean hands it over their heads to Sam.

Jimmy keeps trying to stuff candy in his pockets, but they’re too full and he’s losing more than he’s saving, meanwhile the girls just use their shirts like aprons. We are all bent over in tears, but the kids have their haul and nobody is gonna forget this party. Between Jody’s pictures and Meg’s recording on her phone, we’ll be able to bring it up for blackmail in the future.

Dean grabs the last handful of candy out of the carcass before he tosses it on the woodpile for next burning day. He doesn’t share, figures.

“Alright, before you go on about singing and cake, I’m handing out my gifts first,” I announce. “Over here you rascals.”

I march across the yard and head to a little strip of grass along the tree line. The kids are racing after me, I can hear their mother yelling at them to be careful since they’re in their nice clothes for the party.

But it’s an outdoor party and she should have known better, if you ask me.

I stop beside a big lump of canvas and wait for their little legs to catch up. I look down at them and give them the rules. “You have to take turns. You cannot cut in front of each other. And you do not use these on one another either, ya hear me?”

“Yes, Grandpa.” Three little voices nod, half listening half wiggling with excitement.

“Okay.” I pull the cloth off the target and step back hiding the packages behind my back.

“Ooooooo!”

“A target?”

“Are we shooting it?”

“No, guns are for grown ups. But if you get good, maybe you can hit it with one of these.” I fan out the bundles in front of me, letting them each pick one. Sam’s close now, eyeing me and I know what he’s thinking. But it’s not about hunting, not that kind of hunting at least. He grabs up the wrapping paper as the kids shred it to pieces to keep it from blowing away and becoming litter.

“A bow and a quiver!” Jimmy exclaims.

“I’m gonna be the Green Arrow!” Joni declares.

“I’m Huntress,” Sophie decides.

“I’m gonna be Hawk-guy.” Jimmy finally adds after much thought.

Dean chuckles. But Charlie calls over, “It’s Hawkeye, buddy.”

“Right. Hawkeye. I didn’t know that one either,” Y/N adds, shrugging.

I get them for the next hour, showing them how to crook the bow, and notch the arrow. They listen better for me than anybody, but seeing them this hooked on my every word made my damn month. They’re naturals, even if they don’t have the arm strength yet. We let them shoot from ten feet. Then finally Garth and Charlie convince them it’s time for cake.

I let it go. Because I know I will have them crawling through my backdoor everyday until they’re pros. It’s a selfish gift, but it’s an even trade. Let their parents off the hook about preparing them for everything out there, while giving me an excuse to spend more time with them. When they’re old enough we’ll go after turkeys for Thanksgiving, not wendigos or vampires.

They’ll have the skills and none of the burden their folks had at their age.

I nod at Y/N as she sets three mini cakes down on the table, letting them each blow out a matching number five. She’s a good mom and I can’t help but be a little proud about that fact. She’s not mine, but she always had a piece of my heart. Then there’s those two knuckleheads that somehow manage to keep her healthy, happy and safe. I couldn’t hope for any better for any of them. And I’m just grateful I’m still around to see it all happen.

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The Sun ☀️, The Moon 🌙, & The Stars ✨

Chapter 7: Dark side of the moon

word count: 6.6

warnings: angsty, butterflies (I know it makes no sense but you’ll see & I know some people hate bugs), mentions of a physical attack, insecure Bucky, insecure reader, mentions of death, talk of Bucky’s past

A/N: there is a lot going on for this chapter but I hope you like it!! We’ll see a bit more of Mrs. Levy 👀👀

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Ch. 6

Sam walks into their apartment about 30 minutes after dropping you off. He finds Steve and Bucky making out in the living room, both almost completely naked, their soft moans fill the silence. They stop to look over and find Sam watching them. An eyebrow quirked upward at the scene laid before him.

“Did you just get back?” He asks Bucky as he walks further into the apartment.

“Uh- no I uh- I got in around 3:00.”

Sam stops and looks between Bucky and Steve.

“Were you in debriefings all afternoon?”

Bucky shakes his head after sitting up straighter on the couch. The answer has Sam frowning.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were back?”

“Steve told me you were out with Y/N, I didn’t want to bother either of you.” Bucky looks away.

“You wouldn’t have bothered us, she asked about you.” Sam walked toward him and lifted Bucky’s chin, “I’m glad you’re back safe.” He said and placed a kiss on his lips.

“How did it go?” Steve asked. The three men had agreed to keep their bond closed off while they were with you unless it was necessary. Any time spent with you was a step closer to establishing a relationship and more.

“It was good, she loved the Polaroid and the festival.” Steve pulled Sam down to the couch and ran his nose up Sam’s neck. He could smell the sweet scent that was just you mixed in perfectly with Sam’s and it was intoxicating.

“What did you two get up to?”

Sam smirked, “A good alpha doesn’t kiss and tell.” He got up from the couch and headed toward their shared room.

“I’m gonna shower but Buck, baby, you should call her. She’s worried about you.”

Bucky nods and watches as Sam walks into their room. He sighs and his shoulders sag.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t think I’d get a chance to be with an omega and Y/N is good, so good. I just-”

“Buck, don't do this to yourself. Focus on the fact that you do get the chance. Call her tomorrow will ya?”

“I will.” He smiles.

“Good, now let’s go see if Sammy needs some help getting clean.” Steve smirks as he leads Bucky into the bathroom. He didn’t see Bucky’s smile falter at the thought of calling you. It wasn’t you, it was him that he was worried about.

You walked into the busy cafe searching for Steve and Sam. As much as they insisted on picking you up you told them you would meet them there. They had a longer break than you so it made sense if they ordered for you while you made your way down the two blocks. You smile when you see them sitting towards the back and you quickly make your way to them.

“There she is.” Sam announces, having seen you walk in.

“Hi Sam,” you give him a quick kiss before turning. “Hi Steve.” you smile as you peck his lips.

“Hello beautiful, here let me get your chair. The food should be out soon.”

“Thank you. How is your training going?”

“You know, same as always. There are a few promising candidates and some that need work.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re just distracted. I know I would be if you were training me.” you smile at the way Steve blushes. It’s the comfort that they provide, the sense of safety that allows you to be this carefree in conversation.

“Well I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be doing a lot of training if you were a recruit.” Sam smiles when you giggle.

Just then the waitress walks over and sets your food down. She asks if you need anything else and then she’s gone again.

“How’s work?” Sam asks.

“Busy, Mrs. Levy is really getting on my nerves lately. I don’t even know what I did to make her hate me.”

“Want me to go by and charm her.” Steve asks with a wink.

“Yeah, grannies love Steve.”

“No way, she’ll think I’m corrupting you or something.”

Both men laugh.

“Come on, she can’t be that bad. And you’re the sweetest person we know. Maybe it’s a misunderstanding.”

“She really doesn’t like me. So I’m not sure, we don’t even work together technically. But it’s whatever I try not to pay her any mind.”

“That’s our girl.” Sam says.

You enjoy your meal, sharing bites of food with each other and laughing. It was so natural to be with them like you really are meant to be together. One thing is bothering you so you ask.

“So have either of you heard from Bucky?” You look at Sam and then Steve when you feel them tense up beside you. “I just… it’s been a few days since I’ve heard from him. And I know that it’s a mission and he’s busy but I’d assume they would check in with your team right?”

“He didn’t call you?” Steve asks but he isn’t really looking at you, his eyes or fixated on Sam.

“No, I haven’t heard from him in a few days. He’s not hurt is he?”

Sam shakes his head. “No but,” He hesitates. “He's back. He said he would call you yesterday.”

“Oh.” That hurt. He had been back but didn’t bother to at least let you know he was ok. Was he rejecting you? You weren’t sure if you’d done something wrong but you didn’t want to find out at that moment. “I-Um I should head back, my lunch is almost up.” You get up, avoiding their gaze.

“Sweetheart, wait.” Steve calls out as you move through the cafe quickly. “Fuck.” He mutters under his breath when a group of people block his way.

“We should head back. Let’s find out what happened.” Sam says as he puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Bucky sat on the couch in his therapist’s office again. His leg bounced as he waited for this session to be over.

“What seems to be troubling you, James?”

He shrugs his shoulders but won’t meet her eyes. The room is quiet, suffocating for Bucky. All he wants to do is leave, maybe see you. To apologize for disconnecting. He hopes Steve and Sam won’t tell you he’s back already because he’s sure that you’d be upset that he hadn’t reached out. You sounded disappointed when he had to cancel your date. But he was doubting his abilities as an alpha again. That voice in his head that reminds him of all the bad he’s done. Telling him he doesn’t deserve to have you, that you deserve better. Or worse, that you would get hurt because of him.

“How was your last mission?”

“It was fine.”

Dr. Fink sighs again and writes a note down. She allows him to sit in silence, she’s been working with Bucky long enough to know that he’ll eventually say something.

“I almost hurt a woman on this mission. A bystander. She’s an omega.” He started saying. “One nightmare that I keep having is about this one particular mission I had when I was the Winter Soldier. There was limited intel on the person so the last thing I expected was to find him trying to protect his omega. I can still hear her cries as her mark was removed.” Bucky’s voice cracks at the end and he clears his throat. “This omega, from the mission, looked like her. I thought I was seeing a ghost. Reminds me why I don’t deserve to have an omega.”

“But?” Dr. Finks eyes him curiously.

“I met someone. Actually the three of us have.”

“An omega?”

He nods.

“How is that going? Dealing with three omegas.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s just one. See we met her at different times but it turned out to be the same person. She’s been through hell and despite that she’s sweet, kind. I’d do anything to keep her safe.”

“How did you meet? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I was out with the team and I stepped outside for some fresh air. I caught her scent so I followed it. When I found her some prick had her pinned to a wall. She was fighting to get free.”

“You helped her?”

“Of course I did, I couldn’t let her get hurt.”

She nods as she writes something else down.

“Seems like you should listen to your alpha instincts more often.”

He scoffs and shakes his head.

“Have you and your partners discussed the possibility of courting this person?”

“We did and we are. I think they’re at lunch with her right now actually.”

“But?” Dr. Fink prompts again.

“What if she finds out what I did? The thought of her being scared of me… it's just, I don’t know what I would do. It would be easier to pull away now than to allow any real feelings to develop.”

“James, the only thing that I can tell you is that you have to talk to her. Be honest and let her choose if she wants to continue the courtship.”

“What about Sam and Steve? They’re smitten.”

Dr. Fink puts a hand up to stop him. “This isn’t about them, it's about you. Now in every relationship there are things you compromise on, your mental health and well-being is not one of them. So talk to her, let her decide and then talk with Sam and Steve.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“What has got you down Sweets?” Jonah asked as he walked up to your desk.

“Nothing.” you answer way too quickly.

“Oh come on. You’ve been pouty since you got back from your lunch date. Did Sam or Steve do something? I’ll kick their ass. I know I’ve said this before but I don't care that they’re avengers.”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards in a small smile before you turn to someone handing in some papers. They give you a quiet thanks and head out of the building. You turn back to find Jonah looking at you still expecting an answer.

“I’m fine, really.”

“You know, if you’ve changed your mind about them you can end the courtship.”

“I’m not the one that changed my mind.” you mumble as you turn to put away the papers.

“Did they end it? Is that why you’re upset?”

“No, it’s just last week Bucky and I were supposed to go on a date on Friday but he called earlier in the week and canceled because he had a mission. Which I understand, it’s his job. He had called and messaged me but then the calls stopped. So today at lunch I asked about him and Sam and Steve said he was back and that he said he would call me yesterday but he never did. What if he doesn’t want to see me anymore? Or what if I did something wrong?”

“I highly doubt you did anything wrong. Maybe something happened on the mission and he just needed to clear his mind.”

You shake your head. “Then why lie to Sam and Steve? Maybe this is for the best.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t look for a way to run away from this, you deserve to be happy and they make you happy. I know it’s scary, especially after everything you’ve been through just get yourself some answers before you make a choice.” Jonah sighs as he walks around the desk to give you a hug. “I have to get back but call down if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Bucky had left his therapist’s office and wandered around the city for a while. He knew there was a chance you were aware that he was back already and Steve and Sam would know he didn’t call. He scolded himself, part of him was trying to push you away on purpose. To protect you and keep you away from more darkness, how could he possibly make you happy if he had done horrible things to innocent people. The other part of him was scared. Steve and Sam were part of his world, they knew the risks they fought them everyday. But you weren't, and sure you’ve seen violence but that was in the past. What if you knew what he had done and you hated him? Or worse, what if you were afraid of him? He could only picture the look of horror on your face if you knew the truth. You would realize that he wasn’t a good man, a good alpha. But then he remembered how you held on to him when he first met you. How you held on to him in the lab. He cursed under his breath and he realized the only way to end this guessing game was just to tell you and let you make the choice. Bucky took out his phone and called you, it rang a few times and then went to voicemail. He called again and left a message. Were you mad? Possibly and he couldn’t blame you. Bucky looked at the time and realized you should be leaving work so it was strange you didn’t answer.

Bucky: Hey darling, I was wondering if we could talk? I can stop by your apartment if that’s ok with you.

Bucky stared at his phone for what felt like hours until three little dots appeared and disappeared and then a message popped up.

Darling: can’t talk @ hospital

His heart stopped. Has the pack from the alley found you again? He should have made sure they would never be able to get up. In a panic he messaged Nat asking to track your phone to know which hospital you were at. Once he knew Bucky messaged Steve and Sam before racing over wanting to make sure you were ok.

If someone would have told you that your Monday night would end with you accompanying Mrs. Levy to the emergency room, you would laugh in their face. But here you were. Waiting to hear word on the condition of the older woman. Your phone rang and you saw Bucky’s name pop up on your screen but you declined the call, you weren’t sure if you wanted to talk to him yet. Your phone lights up to see a message from him. Two cops walked into the waiting area and called your name, waving you over when you looked up. You shoot off a quick to let him know you can’t talk and walk over to the officers. The detectives introduced themselves and started asking you all sorts of questions. As they finish and hand you a card with their number, your phone goes off.

“Hi Steve.”

“Sweetheart are you ok? Bucky said you were in the hospital.”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m here with Mrs. Levy, someone attacked her outside of work.”

“Is she ok, did she see who did it?”

“I’m still waiting for someone to come out. The guy knocked her down and had his hand around her neck when I walked out. Then when he realized I was there he tried to attack me. I fought him off though.” You said as if it were no big deal.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I fought the guy off. So thank you for teaching me some self defense.”

“Well I’m very proud of you sweetheart, but you’re sure you’re not hurt?”

“I’m sure. I have this really great teacher and I’ve defeated Captain America.”

He chuckles. “Well if you’re sure. Call us when you’re ready to leave we can pick you up and give Mrs. Levy a ride too.”

“I will. Bye Steve.”

“Bye sweetheart.”

You hang up and place your phone in your back pocket. Turning around to find a nurse to ask about the older woman you’re instead faced with Bucky. He was scanning the waiting area with rising panic until he looked in your direction. His shoulders sag when he sees that you’re in fact ok. A nurse moves back to her station and you turn to her and ask about Mrs. Levy’s condition only to find that they were finishing up some x-rays. When you turn back Bucky is closer to you. You want to ignore him but he looks like a kicked puppy. Truthfully, there is a part of you that wants to go to him. Your hindbrain is urging you to go to your alpha after not seeing him for so long. Bucky moves first though and he stands in front of you with a guilty look in his eyes.

“I should have called, I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He says as he finally looks at you.

“Why didn’t you?”

He sighs and looks around before looking back at you. “Do you think we could talk somewhere a little bit more private?”

You nod because you want to know what’s going on with him. Bucky takes your hand and moves towards a small waiting room that is currently empty. He paces a little before looking at you. You stand close to the door with your arms crossed over your chest and wait for him to explain.

“I’m sorry, for everything.”

“Are you rejecting me?” You ask because it’s all you’ve been thinking about since you had lunch with Sam and Steve.

“What? No. I could never reject you.”

“Then what’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

Bucky shakes his head, a permanent type of sadness in his eyes.

“I’m afraid you’ll be the one rejecting me after this.”

He looks up at you again. You stand there still waiting for an explanation and as much as he’s scared that you’ll be afraid of him he tells you most of his past. The things he’s had to do and how he had to hurt omegas. As much as Bucky would have liked not to do this, he told you the truth as ugly as it might be. The whole time his scent spikes with distress and fear. He sighs when he’s done and prepares himself for the inevitable rejection but it doesn’t come.

“I know.” Is what you say to break the awkward silence. “I’ve known since the day after we met.”

He looks at you confused but stays quiet hoping that you’ll elaborate which you do.

“Ricky thought he knew you from somewhere so he googled you. He found those documents that were released when shield or whatever it's called fell.” You sigh before you move closer to him, you try to fight back the tears at the thought of this being what ends your relationship. Although the spike in your scent gives you away. “I hate that you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve it. But Bucky I know what a bad alpha is, I lived most of my life around them. I know what it feels like to be afraid for my life because of one. The same way I don’t know everything you’ve been through, I haven’t shared everything my family put me through. I’ve never felt afraid around you. Quite the opposite actually. But if this courtship is going to hurt you more than be good for you then maybe it’s best if we just end the courtship now.” you said even though you don’t want it to, but it wouldn’t be fair to force Bucky into a relationship if he doesn’t want it.

“You don’t wanna reject me?” Bucky asks, sounding more like a scared pup than a scary alpha.

You look at him and you shake your head. Bucky takes a few tentative steps toward you, he stretches out his hand for you to take. You look at his hand and then him before closing the gap. Your arms are around his waist and you hide your face in his chest. The tension slowly dissolves from both your bodies and scents. When you finally feel his arms around you, you cry before looking up at him.

“One chance, it’s all you get. I want to be with you and with Steve and Sam but I don’t want to question what my place in this pack is.”

“Never again. I’m so sorry darling. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” Bucky said as he cups your face.

“One more thing.”

“Anything.”

“Please talk to me if you feel like this again. We can work it out.”

“I will, I promise.”

A nurse calls out your name and you turn to the door before turning back to the alpha in front of you. You reach up and kiss him quickly. It was soft and sweet and his lips chased yours for a moment before they connected.

“We’ll talk later, go home.” You instruct before walking away. Bucky watched you disappear around the corner. He had one chance, he admired that you didn’t just submit to him. With the thought of making things right Bucky finally heads home.

Bucky walked through the door of the apartment. As he expected they were in the living room waiting for him. Sam had been resting his back against Steve’s chest, but the position still allowed him to turn his head and look in Bucky’s direction at the sound of the door. Both men sat up straighter at the sight of their mate as they waited for an answer.

“So what happened?” Sam asked what both he and Steve had been wanting to know.

“She gave me one more chance.”

Both men breathed a sigh of relief. And they moved around so that Bucky could sit in between them.

“I have an idea on how to make it right, but I think I’ll need your help.”

“Anything for you and our girl.” Steve says before leaning in and kissing his mate’s cheek.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder. Confused as to what was happening you sat up and scanned the room, realizing you weren’t in your apartment. Instead you find yourself in the living room of none other than Mrs. Levy. There was a blanket draped over you and as you recalled the events of the night before you know you didn’t have one when you fell asleep. You give the older woman a confused look before she turns and sits down on her purple recliner. It was odd, her home was so colorful, full of knick knacks and photographs.

“Are you ok? Do you need something?” You asked her.

“No,” she replied, her voice hoarse due to the fact that she had been choked by the alpha that had attacked her. “It’s barely 6 am, I wasn’t sure if you were going to work.”

“Oh damn. I do have to go home and change.”

“I made coffee, have some before you leave.”

You stopped in the middle of folding the blanket and looked over your shoulder. The whole interaction from the time you found Mrs. Levy being attacked by an alpha next to the dumpster until this moment has been the most confusing moment in your life. Perhaps it was the fact that you fought against the assailant in order to help her or the fact that you were the one to not only go with her to the hospital but stay and then take her home that maybe pushed her to offer you the beverage. But something had changed between the two of you.

“Thank you, I’ll get some in a minute. Where do you want me to leave the blanket?”

“Leave it there.”

You nod and head into the kitchen and you find a mug on the counter next to the coffee maker. Mrs. Levy also left out creamer and sugar for you to use. Once you’re done making your cup of coffee you walk back toward the living room.

“Is there anything you need before I have to head out?” you ask as you sit back down and take a sip of the warm liquid in your cup. She sat there quiet, deep in thought as she observed you. “Is there anyone I can call?”

She shook her head and for the first time since you’ve known her, Mrs. Levy looked sad. You’d always known her to be grumpy but lively.

“My son, He’s in California and my daughter… she’s…” she looked toward the wall of framed photographs and sighed. “You remind me so much of her.”

You were taken aback not only by the confession but of the tears that now trailed down her cheeks. Unsure of what to say, you kept quiet and let her continue. Her eyes took in every inch of your face before she spoke again.

“She was such a good person. Always laughing and ready to help anyone that needed it. She didn’t let being an omega stand between her and her dreams. You’re the same way, but you have more fight in you. I wish she would have fought back against that alpha of hers. Maybe she’d be here now.”

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Levy.” You say as you reach out and grab her hand.

“Ophelia.”

“What?”

“My name. You’ve saved my life, I think we can be on a first name basis.”

You nod in agreement and give her hand a gentle squeeze and you let go of her hand but she grabs yours again.

“You didn’t deserve the way I’ve treated you. I hope you can forgive me for it.”

“Of course I can. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the loss of your daughter on your own. But from now on if you need anything you have me.”

“I don’t deserve your kindness.”

You stand up after having finished your cup of coffee. “Well I believe in giving people second chances so with all due respect Ophelia, but it sucks for you. Because now you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

She smiles a little, it was more like the ghost of a smile but it was there and it was meant for you. You went back to the kitchen and washed the mug you had used and then dried your hands off. As you walk back into the living room you grab your purse and phone that you’d left on the dining room table.

“Ok, I’m going to head out now but call the center if you need anything. I’ll be back once I’m done with work and I’ll bring dinner. If that’s ok with you.”

“You don’t have to do any of that. I’ll be fine.” Ophelia said as she slowly walked behind you towards the door.

“Well I want to.”

She shakes her head and opens her mouth to protest.

“Please let me do this.”

She’d notice the spike in your scent. Sadness she’d noted and her eyes softened as she looked at you.

“Ok.”

You smiled at her and turned to open the door.

When you returned from your lunch break the last thing you expected was to see gifts from your alphas waiting for you. There was a box of chocolates from Steve, a cup of coffee from your favorite coffee shop from Sam and a beautiful bouquet. It had blue hyacinths, pink roses, white tulips and lily of the valley. There was also a note attached to it although you assumed that it was from Bucky, you hoped they were anyway.

Be ready tomorrow at 7:00 pm.

-Bucky

You smiled to yourself as you took in the scent of the flowers and wondered what Bucky might have planned. Grabbing your phone out of your purse you open up the group chat you had created with all three alphas but hadn’t used yet.

Y/N: thank you, everything’s amazing. 🥰🥰

Steve: you’re welcome sweetheart.

Sam: Anything for you! 😉

Bucky: So I'll see you tomorrow?

Y/N: Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.

Bucky: Can’t wait.

The following day had been strange. The day somehow felt like it dragged on but was over quickly. Maybe it was your nerves over the date with Bucky. Although you gave him one more chance, part of you felt as if he would cancel again. So you were surprised when Jules showed up towards the end of your shift with a few bags in her hands.

“Want me to call Ricky?” You asked as you reached for the phone.

“No, I'm here for you.”

“What for?” You ask as she placed a few bags on the counter in front of you.

“I came to drop these off. They’re for your date tonight.”

“How did you know?”

“Bucky called and asked for a favor. I, of course, was more than willing to help.” She beamed. “I knew you’d go over to Mrs. Levy’s after work and you also don’t know where you’re going so I brought you an outfit.”

“Thank you Jules.” You got up and out of your chair to hug her. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“Oh honey, you’ll be just fine and this date will be great. Trust me Bucky is more nervous than you are.”

“Ok, well I’ll just let him know to pick me up from Ophelia’s apartment.”

“Who the hell is Ophelia? Are you trying to replace me?” She said in mock shock but you chuckled.

“Mrs. Levy. She told me to call her by her first name.”

Jules stares at you wide eyed. “But you and the boys have always told me how horrible she is to you. What happened?”

“Monday night happened. And she opened up to me a bit. Jules, it's so sad her daughter was killed by her alpha and her son is in California. She’s all alone here.”

“So you can’t help but relate to that.” She said in understanding while you nodded.

“And she apologized. Everyone deserves a second chance, why should I deny her of it? Of course I’m still a bit cautious but maybe this can change our relationship.”

“Who knows maybe she’ll even help you get ready tonight. It’ll be cute, like a mother helping her daughter.”

A little pang of hurt stirred in your chest. If your parents hadn’t been the way they were, would your mother be helping you get ready tonight? It’s sad that you would never know but maybe Jules was right and that gave you a little hope.

“Well I’ve got to go but have fun and call me after because I want all the details.”

“I will, thanks Jules.”

You had been running back and forth from the living room to the bathroom as you grabbed the last few things you needed. Jules had surprised you not only by helping Bucky but by the dress she had brought. It still had the tag on it but it was your size. It was a beautiful 1940’s style dress with shoes and accessories to match, almost. After debating for a while you couldn’t help but realize the jewelry you were wearing didn’t really match the dress.

“Ophelia,” you called out as you headed to the living room once more. “Do you think this necklace looks good with the dress?”

The elder woman looked at you head to toe and then shook her head. She stood and began to walk into her room, leaving you confused.

“Here, you can borrow these.” She held out a black velvet box. You took it and opened it to find a match set of pearl earrings and a necklace.

“Oh I don’t think I could, they're too beautiful.”

“Please, I insist.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s a courting date right?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, do this old woman a favor. I never got a chance to see my daughter wear them. They were a courting gift from her father.”

You smile as you take the necklace out and put it on followed by the earrings. Mrs. Levy beams as she looks over you again.

“Perfect, now you still haven’t told me much about him.”

“Oh, well um,” you suddenly got nervous. “He’s an Avenger.”

“Really? How exciting.”

“And um we’re true mates. Well he and his 2 other mates are my true mates.”

“You are being courted by three alphas?”

“Yeah,” you say nervously.

“Are they all avengers? Are they treating you well?”

“Yes, they’re amazing and so kind. Steve had even taught me self defense. It’s how I was able to get that alpha away from you.”

“Steve as in Captain America Steve Rogers?” She asks, curiosity piqued.

“Yes and Sam Wilson, you know Falcon.”

“Oh I used to have such a crush on him when I was younger.” She laughed as she thought about her school girl crush.

“I could introduce you if you’d like?”

“I don’t know, I think I’d embarrass myself.” She laughs again and shakes her head.

“Nonsense, he’s really sweet.” The buzzer goes off and suddenly you realize you’re not completely ready.

“Go finish up, I'll let him in.”

You could hear the muffled conversation through the bathroom door as you finished applying your lipstick. With one final look in the mirror you take a deep breath and head out. While your dates with Steve and Sam had been fun and light you felt as if the weight of the relationship depended on whether this one went well.

When you step out of the bathroom and peak into the hallway, you see Bucky’s back and Mrs. Levy’s signature scowl. You did your best to keep from laughing as she poked Bucky in the chest.

“You better treat her right, you hear me young man?”

“Yes ma’am.” You heard Bucky answer as you got closer. He heard your approaching footsteps because suddenly all eyes were on you. He looked slightly terrified of the older woman but his eyes softened when he looked at you. A cheesy smile on his face. “Darling you’re breathtaking.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He did look good. He wore a suit and his hair was styled and combed back. Bucky extended his hand and you realized he had brought you flowers. You took them and brought them up to your nose and inhaled deeply.

“Thank you Bucky, they're beautiful.”

You both stared at each other for a moment. Matching smiles and thundering hearts.

“You plan on standing here all night?” Mrs. Levy asked.

“No, we should go, darling.”

“I’ll put those in a vase for you.” She offered and you gave her the bouquet. “Remember what I said.”

“I will ma’am.”

“Bye Ophelia.”

“If he tries anything, kick him in his knot.” She whispered as you passed by and you chuckled.

“I will.”

With that you walked out of the apartment, you were hand in hand with Bucky. All possible nerves were gone, it was like that with all three of them.

“Please don’t do that.” Bucky said as you got to the stairs.

“Well then don’t try anything.”

“What if I tried to kiss you?” Bucky stopped at the bottom and pulled you in by the waist.

“I might let it happen. At the end of the night. But we won’t have one if we don’t go.”

He chuckles and grabs your hand before heading toward the door.

It shouldn’t have surprised you but it did. They were a pack after all and they were working together to court you. So when Bucky pulled up to the botanical gardens you smiled at the thought of him asking Steve and Sam for advice. You had mentioned in passing that you loved this place. Bucky opens your car door and extends his hand to help you out.

“Shall we?” He smiles as he offers you his arm and you take it.

“What exactly are we doing here?”

“Well I could tell you or I could show you.” He says as he leads you inside. A security guard stands by the door to let you into the now closed building.

“Sergeant Barnes, Miss.” he gives a small nod as you pass him by.

You don’t really pay attention to where Bucky is taking you, instead you pay attention to the flowers that line the path. It isn’t until Bucky stops that you look up. A large closed sign stands before you but Bucky moves it.

“I hope you like it, ready?” You nod and Bucky opens the door.

Fairy lights line the walkway above you. They bathe the path in warm light as you take the first few steps in. You’re still confused until you see something flutter by you. Soft lights hidden within the plants turn on and it’s when you realize where you’re at. The new butterfly exhibit. A smile immediately appears on your face, this exhibit isn’t set to open for another few weeks but already you can see that it will definitely be popular. Dozens of butterflies glide along around you as Bucky puts a hand around your waist and guides you further in until you reach the center of the room. There is a table, a picnic basket, a speaker as well as the camera Sam had given you. That was most definitely Jules doing. Strings of fairy lights are the only source of light but they’re bright enough to let you see all types of butterflies fluttering around.

“Bucky,” you say softly, you look up at him to find him already watching you. “This is beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. Now, may I have this dance?” He stretches his hand out to you and you take it. Bucky takes his phone out of his pocket with his other hand and connects it to the speaker but when he tries to play a song it won’t play. You chuckle as you grab the phone from him and check to make sure it’s connected properly.

A song starts playing through the speaker and you hand him the phone back.

“I hope you don’t mind but I changed the song.” You say as the music plays. “I always think of you when I hear it.”

Bucky takes you in his arms with a smile and sways as the music fills the otherwise quiet area. It was a song that you’d heard a while back and the first time you heard it after they made their intentions of courting you clear, you had associated it with him. The song was short but Bucky let it play again. When it ended the second time he pulled back slightly just to look down at you.

His eyes were full of adoration and hope, and his lips connected with yours. The kiss is everything he is. Sweet and gentle but somehow there was still a slight urgency to consume you completely. To mark you as his, and you let him. When Bucky finally pulls back, due to the need of oxygen, you notice his lips were tinted slightly red with your lipstick and he cheeks with a slight blush. His smile was blinding and you couldn’t help but smile back.

As a new song began to play, Bucky led you in an actual dance. It felt good being able to hold you. Bucky knew he could never be the same man he was in the 40s but that didn’t mean he had to forget him completely either. Falling in love with Steve and Sam was different, he knew that. He could be rough if he needed to because it’s who he was now. But with you he could let the walls come down, he could be vulnerable and caring. He could let the alpha from the 40s shine because you needed soft and gentle and he realized he could give you that because you gave it to him. In that moment you both knew there was no going back and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Ch. 8

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The Road to You

Summary: Dean convinces the crew to take a well-earned vacation, though he may have ulterior, matchmaker motives. Though nothing ever goes according to plan for the Winchesters, does it?

Characters: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, DUBCON, Drugging/Roofies, Rut, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Knotting), Marking/Claiming

AU: VACATION AU (@spnaubingo)

SW BINGO: MUTUAL PINING (@samwinchesterbingo)

FLUFF: BONDAGE (@anyfandomfluffbingo)

ANGST: CAR ACCIDENT (@anyfandomangstbingo)

KINK: KNOTTING KINK (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 4212

"I can't believe I finally got you two to agree on an actual, real vacation," Dean chuckled gleefully, standing by as Sam and Y/N dumped their bags in the trunk of the Impala. The backs of their hands innocently brushed as they placed the bags inside, the both of them bashful and awkward and they smiled it off.

Sam groaned inwardly at himself. Really, his pining over Y/N had gotten beyond ridiculous. She'd caught and seized his attention since the moment they met. A fellow hunter, and a skilled one at that, Y/N was also an Omega - opposite to his Alpha and unlike any Omega he'd ever met before or since.

He'd fallen irreparably in love by the end of the hunt, grateful for Dean's suggestion that she hang around, see the Bunker, and help on a few more hunts. He suspected his Alpha brother of honing in on the Omega, trying to lay his own claim. He wouldn't blame him in the slightest, though his inner Alpha wasn't about to just allow it.

Turns out his older brother was more intuitive than he gave him credit for.

Dean had sensed the connection almost as quick as it had been established, their scents and body language giving him initial hints. By the end of that first hunt, he knew his little brother had it bad. His instinct told him it was mutual.

So he invited her along - the Alpha within now seeing her as his brother's potential mate and a member of his pack - and she'd been with them ever since. Much to Sam's delight and his suffering. Because from his point of view, as much as he wanted her, he couldn't bring himself to make the first move. And if she didn't either, then maybe she didn't want him after all.

That's what led, in part, to Dean deciding they needed a real vacation as normal people do. They earned a break, damnit, and Dean was determined to use this time to recharge. He was also sure it was just what Sam and Y/N needed to finally connect.

"Yeah, well, you sold me on the seclusion and relaxation of it all," Y/N grinned, taking her usual seat in the back as the brothers climbed in the front, the doors shutting in one synchronous sound.

"Where is this place again?" Sam asked as the Impala pulled out onto the road.

"It's a large campground complex that's part of the national parks," Dean explained, "There's a clubhouse and a bunch of smaller cabins closer together. We got one of the more secluded cabins, still on the camp's grounds but further out from others, more secluded," he grinned, excitedly explaining. He did a lot of research to find something they could all enjoy.

"There's a large lake where you can go fishing, swimming, rent a canoe. You can go hiking through the woods and trails. Y/N can relax in the jacuzzi tub and catch up on her trashy gas station novels," he continued with a shit-eating grin aimed at Y/N in the rearview mirror.

"Hey, don't judge. We all gotta get our lovin' somehow," she chuckled, blushing as she caught Sam's gaze.

"You'll see," Dean added, his plan of getting the two idiots together ever-present in his mind, "It'll be perfect for everyone."

Dean was right. The cabin was perfect. When they entered the campgrounds via the dirt road off the highway, they passed by the clubhouse and other cabins, the lake, and other structures scattered about. Then everything was gone and quiet, just the lake, the trees, and the dirt road along which they traveled. Y/N had begun to wonder if they were even in the campgrounds anymore when the cabin came into view.

With surprise, excitement, and readiness, the trio unloaded their bags into the quaint cabin, walking around to examine their surroundings for their stay.

"Well," Dean clapped his hands together as he joined the others in the main area of the cabin, "I say we go into town and stock up on a few supplies for our vacation."

"Yeah, I wanna get a few things too," Sam agreed, the pair looking to Y/N.

"Nah, you two go ahead. I think I'm gonna take advantage of that tub," she giggled, wagging her brows playfully.

The guys laughed, bidding their farewells and promising to return as soon as possible, to which she encouraged them to take their time.

The trip to the local grocery store was quick, the two of them splitting up the store and items needed, before meeting back up to check out. As they finished loading their haul, however, Dean's attention was drawn to the bar across the street. A small group of scantily dressed, giggling young women chatted amongst themselves as they entered the bar.

"You know, we are on vacation," Dean began, turning to grin at his brother. Sam had seen the whole thing, letting out a sigh, knowing exactly what was on his brother's mind.

"Yeah, okay, Dean," Sam relented, gesturing to the bar.

"Really?" Dean perked up in surprise, falling in stride with Sam as they walked the short distance to the bar together.

"Yeah, you're right, we're on vacation after all. Let your Alpha loose," he chuckled, patting Dean on the back as they went.

Sam was more than willing to wingman for Dean, at least for a little while. Dean could use some company for his vacation. At least it would give Sam alone time with Y/N. Except what was the point in torturing himself with something that was never gonna happen?

It wasn't long before Sam found himself sat alone at the bar, Dean off by the pool tables, his laugh and that of his three female companions flitting to him over the din of the bar.

He sighed, ordering his third whiskey as he thought about Y/N like he always did. He polished off his drink, sucking his teeth as he berated himself for not manning up and just telling her how he felt. Contrary to popular belief, Alphas could feel rejection as strongly as Omegas, affecting them just as deeply.

Sam glanced around the bar, a few women catching his eye as they tried to get his attention. He did enjoy the attention from the women, reminding him that he was a true Alpha. But he couldn't bring himself to do anything, too lovesick over Y/N.

"Can I offer you a drink?" A woman's voice broke Sam's train of thought. He turned, seeing an Omega woman who sort of looked like Y/N. Though no one was like Y/N, not really.

The woman set down a glass of whiskey, obviously having paid attention to what Sam was drinking, taking the seat next to him as she nursed her own drink. A little conversation couldn't hurt, Sam supposed, as he accepted the glass with a smile and a nod, taking a generous sip as she watched.

After a while, the whiskey started to hit Sam hard. The woman - Sam still couldn't remember her name, though maybe it was Y/N, it looked like Y/N - kept the drinks flowing. It didn't usually hit him like this. To top it off it seemed like his rut was coming on, but he wasn't anywhere near due.

"Gotta find Dean," Sam slurred, sliding off his barstool and wobbling on his feet, "Gotta get home."

"I'll take you home."

Sam turned his attention to the voice, smiling dopily through his blurred vision. Y/N would take him home. He'd be fine.

Dean saw Sam on the move - hard not to with his size - and an unfamiliar woman guiding him out the doors of the bar. He grew concerned with the way Sam moved, causing him to decide to follow after and make sure he was alright. Sam never left with women. Not since Y/N came into the picture.

It took him longer than he would have liked to disentangle himself from his Beta and Omega admirers, the women pleading and pouting as he apologized and hastily made his way after his brother. He knew Sam could handle himself. Usually.

Finally making it outside, Dean could see a car pulling out of the lot and down the road, his eyes followed it as he made his way to the Impala, trying and failing to get Sam on his cell.

Dean was grateful it was easy to catch up to the car. He was growing more and more suspicious by the moment. Now on an empty stretch of highway just outside the small town limits, Dean honked his horn and flashed his lights at the car in front of him, determined to get to his brother.

The car began to swerve, Dean growing more confused as the driver lost control and veered off the side of the road, coming to a sudden halt as the car slammed into an unyielding tree.

Dean brought the Impala to a halt on the side of the road behind the wreckage. As soon as he put it in park, the passenger side door of the wreck was popping open, Sam stumbling from within. Dean held his breath as he got out the car, quickly making his way to Sam.

A glance inside the car and Dean knew the Omega woman was unconscious, or dead. He was more worried about his brother at the moment.

"Sam? What happened?" Dean demanded, holding Sam's head as he leaned against the car, trying to determine if he was hurt.

"S'not Y/N," Sam growled out with a huff, shaking Dean's hold on him and standing tall to glare down the shorter Alpha, "Where's Y/N?"

Sam's eyes were blown. More than just suddenly being in an unscheduled rut, he looked high out of his mind. Dean had to tamper down his protective Alpha at the thought of this woman fucking drugging him.

He couldn't worry about that at the moment. Right now, he needed to get Sam somewhere safe before he went full primal Alpha and scared the shit out of some innocent country residents. He dreaded to think that Sam might have caused the accident to begin with.

"Come on, let's get you in the car and I'll get you back." Dean tried, leading Sam towards the Impala.

Sam pushed Dean off, losing his balance and struggling to right himself once more.

"Where's Y/N?" Sam growled again, ready to challenge his brother if necessary.

"At the cabin!" Dean growled back, getting really frustrated with Sam's shit, "Get in the goddamn car and I'll take you to her!"

Sam held his ground for a moment longer before stumbling his way to the Impala and dropping clumsily inside. Dean cursed under his breath, getting behind the wheel and leading them back towards the relative safety of the secluded cabin.

Sam was fidgeting and mumbling, his breathing hard as he sporadically growled. His scent began to fill the car, making Dean cough with its potency. As they pulled up to the cabin, Sam climbing out before he'd even put it in park, Dean began to second guess if bringing him to Y/N in his state was really the best idea.

"Y/N?!" Sam's commanding Alpha voice boomed through the small cabin. Y/N ran from one of the back bedrooms to the main area, seeing the brothers back from their trip. One sight of Sam and she knew something was very wrong. A moment later his scent hit her, causing her to whimper as she took several cautious steps backward from him.

As Sam began to move towards her slowly, Dean cursed under his breath. He didn't want to deal with a rutting Alpha, but it seemed he'd have no choice. Not with the predatory way Sam was sizing up Y/N at that moment.

Hating the idea, but having no choice, Dean stepped around Sam, blocking him from Y/N and pushing him back slightly.

"You're not in your right mind, Sam," Dean tried, Sam immediately pushing Dean back and growling at the Alpha threat.

Dean shook his head before responding, the two Alphas trading blows and grappling, Y/N watching on in horror and shock, not knowing what to do. Eventually, Dean landed a blow that knocked Sam out, allowing him to drag Sam to his bed and tie his limbs to the posts.

"What the hell happened?" Y/N demanded of Dean as he ushered her out of the room.

"Some bitch drugged him," Dean growled, heading to the kitchen to clean his wounds. "He's in full on rut and all he cared about was you," Dean added with a pointed look that seemed to dig deep into her soul.

"Me?" she protested, "But I'm-"

"His Omega," Dean supplied for her with a knowing smirk, "At least to him. And I know you want him too," he added, stepping closer to her, "He needs you right now."

Y/N shook her head in protest, arguments of consent, willingness, and her own insecurities ready to be voiced. But Dean shut her down with a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"The drugs are making his rut worse than usual. Without an Omega, he might not get through it," he admitted with a shaky breath, "And the only one he wants is you."

Y/N sighed defeatedly, her head turning towards the room that held Sam, hearing his groans as he began to come to consciousness once more.

"Okay," Y/N agreed, knowing she'd have to help him, while he was restrained for her own safety, and hope to God that he didn't hate her afterward.

With a nod, Dean grabbed his things, quickly heading out the door to give them privacy. Y/N took a deep breath, going to Sam and the Alpha's sweet pleas for his Omega.

"I'm here, Sam," Y/N said from the doorway, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him. He looked wild, his hands restrained to the bed above his head, his feet spread and tied at the bottom.

"Omega." Sam whined, sniffing the air and moaning at her scent, the smell of her already forming slick driving him mad with want.

"Shh," Y/N soothed as she undressed herself under Sam's heady gaze, crawling over his body and straddling his hips. Sam's body was vibrating, the heat coming off of him near scorching. "I'm gonna help you, Alpha."

Sam snarled, trying to pull his hands free and kiss her at the same time. She soothed him once more, kissing him gently, pulling back when his frenzy made him turn the kiss harsher and more demanding.

Feeling how desperate he was, she wasted no more time, unfastening his jeans and pulling them and his boxers down as much as she could with him still restrained. She was gonna try her damndest to leave her heart out of it, not wanting to get attached through the situation, only to be rejected later on.

It's just sex, she kept telling herself, just sex.

All trains of thought were swept away as Sam's glorious Alpha cock came into view, bouncing up proudly, throbbing with his desire. Her mouth watered and her pussy wept, preparing her to take the biggest cock she'd ever laid eyes on.

Sam flashed a wicked grin, licking his lips, "Like what you see, Omega?"

Y/N nodded dumbly as she crawled atop Sam once more, her wet folds pressed against his firm length, pinning it between them.

"Fuck!" Sam moaned, pulling on his restraints and bucking back into Y/N. "Wanna feel you. Wanna knot you. God, wanna knot you." Sam pleaded, his eyes squeezed closed. It all seemed like it was too much, too overwhelming for him.

"I got you, Alpha," Y/N promised, lifting her hips and guiding him to her entrance. She sat up straight as she took him into the root, her hands propped on his abs as she tried to adjust. Sam shouted and bucked his hips, desperately trying to get her to move.

Once she adjusted, Y/N began to ride him in earnest. She wished she could take her time, go slow and enjoy it, savor every little piece of Sam. But he was drugged and desperate and she had to remind herself again it wasn't mating.

It's just sex.

Sam kept pleading, even used his commanding Alpha tone to try and get Y/N to release him. He so desperately wanted his hands, to hold her, feel her, move her how he wanted. But she continued to deny him. She wasn't sure how she found the strength other than the fact that she was completely enamored with his Alpha cock, riding him hard and nearing her own release.

"Alpha," she panted, eyes squeezed shut, "I'm gonna-" she was cut off by her own moan as her climax crashed over her. Her walls squeezed Sam's cock hard, pulsing and milking his shaft.

He growled, his hands balled into fists as he tugged hard against his restraints. In an instant, the ropes binding his hands snapped. Y/N only had a moment to comprehend what had just happened as Sam's hands could finally get a hold of her.

One hand on her ass to hold her steady, the other bunching in her hair, Sam began pounding up into her at a relentless pace, holding her to take what he wanted to give.

Y/N screamed, too filled with pleasure - and a hint of pain - to really form a cohesive thought.

Sam couldn't even speak, too far gone on his need. He had to knot her. It's something he thought about constantly. His cock inside her, his knot locking them together, holding his seed deep inside where it belonged.

She suddenly came once more, clamping down hard on his shaft. Sam roared, his knot popping and locking them together. Without a thought, he sank his teeth deep into her throat, marking her forever as his.

They both passed out almost instantly, still locked together, Y/N draped across Sam's body, her blood still staining his lips.

Y/N woke first, her body aching as she looked down at a still sleeping Sam. His knot had gone down, so she carefully removed herself from Sam and the bed, making sure not to wake him. She didn't know if he would still be in primal Alpha mode or not.

Hastily dressing, she made her way into the main living area of the cabin, finding Dean nursing a drink on the couch. His eyes flashed to her, scanning her head to toe, his expression changing to concern as he rose from the couch.

"You okay?" he asked.

"He broke the ropes," she whispered, unable to hold his gaze. He could see the claim at her neck.

"Are you okay?" he asked again.

"I don't know," she admitted, her body shaking slightly, "I feel like I need to run away."

"Okay, well let's not do that," Dean chided, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her to sit next to him on the couch, passing her his half-full glass of whiskey.

She downed it in one go with a hiss, silently shaking it at him for a refill. He chuckled, filling it for her and watching as she nursed it this time.

"He claimed me," Y/N uttered to the void, the mere thought of it just really starting to sink in.

"Hey," Dean nudged her, "I was hoping that coming up here would get you two together somehow," he admitted sheepishly, feeling awful with how things turned out. "I know Sam wanted to claim you, for the longest time. He's gonna be so heartbroken over how it happened, but he's not gonna regret the claim, Y/N."

She wanted to be pissed at Dean's attempt to interfere. She wanted to protest what he was saying because that's what she always did in her mind. Find a reason or excuse to not be with him. But somehow, he said just what she needed to hear to calm her nerves.

At least until a groggy and confused Sam shuffled out to the main area, looking between the two sat on the couch.

"Hey, Sam," Dean cautiously rose from the couch and approached his brother like a wounded animal, only confusing Sam further.

"What the hell happened?" Sam croaked out. "I woke up with a massive headache, feet tied to the bed, dick hanging out," Sam huffed out annoyed. "Look at my fucking wrists!" He added with a panicked roar.

Dean cursed to himself once again, guiding Sam to the now-empty couch. Apparently, Y/N has slithered away during the distraction. He only hoped she wasn't going to actually run. No one needed a newly mated Alpha freaking out trying to find his missing mate.

Dean grabbed a first aid kit and took a seat on the small table in front of the couch, looking over Sam's wrists. They were chafed and raw, with dried blood in some spots. He set to work treating and wrapping the wounds as best he could.

"What do you remember from last night?" Dean asked carefully, finishing the job at hand and settling back to focus on Sam.

"I remember going to the bar," Sam admitted, struggling to process his thoughts. "Then-" Sam tried to find any recollection, coming up completely blank. All he could think was Y/N's name, which wasn't helping any.

Taking in a long, deep breath, Dean proceeded to explain to Sam the events of the previous night, leading up to Sam's appearance that morning. Then he fell silent as he watched Sam carefully, not really sure what sort of response he was gonna get but ready to handle whatever came.

It took longer than he would have liked for the information to really settle in his mind. Once it did, Sam was horrified. Not because he didn't want it, but because of how it went down and that he thinks she didn't want it.

"Does she hate me?" Sam finally spoke, swallowing hard.

Dean scoffed, rising to his feet and pacing, "You two are the biggest fucking idiots, I swear!" He shouted, tugging on his own hair, "You're saying the same things, you know? You both think the other doesn't want it but you do."

"Dean, you don't understand-"

"I understand," Dean growled in frustration, grabbing Sam by the arm and shoving him into the room he and Y/N shared the night before, happy to see she was huddled inside and not run away, "You're mated now. Figure it out!"

Dean slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against the wall next to it with his arms crossed. He claimed her, they were mated. There was no undoing what was done. He was tired of the tiptoeing before. Now…well, now there was just no room or excuse anymore.

Sam stood in shock as he stared at Y/N sat on the edge of the bed. The bed he woke up in. The bed he was tied to; the bed where he and Y/N… He swallowed hard, the sight of his claim on her neck causing his cock to swell without his permission. It was angry and red, he could tell he bit deep and hard. His Alpha was proud, but he was ashamed.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Sam began, choking back the tears forming in his eyes.

She didn't know what to say. It wasn't his fault, not really. He wasn't in control because of the rut.

"Omega." Sam whined, stumbling towards her and falling at her feet. She jumped in surprise, seeing Sam suddenly kneeling before her, his hands on the bed beside her hips.

She could see his tears did fall then, the remorse and love in his eyes almost too much to bear. As if on autopilot, she reached out a hand, cupping his cheek. Sam sobbed harder at her touch, dropping his head to her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist as he sobbed.

Her heart broke, both for Sam and her Alpha. She could feel his emotions going crazy, matching her own turmoil. But all she wanted at that moment was to ease his suffering.

"Sam," she urged, trying to lift his head, "Alpha."

Sam sniffled, raising his gaze to meet hers. She smiled warmly, cupping his cheek once more and leaning in to peck his lips sweetly.

"That's not how I wanted it to be," Sam admitted, shaking his head. "I wanted to claim you so bad, for so long. But I wanted it to be special somehow."

Her heart swelled at his admission. It was what she wanted too.

"You really don't remember anything?" she asked sadly, Sam shaking his head in response. He wished he could remember, even if it hurt. It wasn't fair she had to carry that for the both of them.

"Then we can have a do-over," she offered with a small grin, "And give us both the memory we really want."

Sam couldn't help the broad smile that split his face, his heart so full he felt like it might explode. So he dove in, kissing her as deeply as he could - though it was mostly teeth as they both smiled and laughed.

It was a long, winding road to get here, but he couldn't complain as he renewed his claim at her neck, knotting her like he always dreamed.

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bamby0304 · 1 year

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Her Saviours- Ch.38

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: It’s my birthday!!

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics.

Bamby

“Yeah. You probably missed something, that's what.”

“Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers, I couldn't find a single red flag. Are you sure you got the coordinates right?”

“Yeah, I double checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important Sammy.”

You were sitting in the back of Baby, as usual, listening to the brothers bicker, as usual.

Sam was getting frustrated at his brother. “Well I'm telling you I looked and all I could find was a big steamy pile of nothing. If Dad's sending us hunting for something I don't know what.”

“Well maybe he's going to meet us there.” Dean still wasn’t giving up on their father.

Sam scoffed, “Yeah. Cause he's been so easy to find up to this point.”

“You're a real smart ass you know that?”

“He’s not wrong,” you mumbled to yourself.

Dean looked up, catching your eye in the mirror. He didn’t comment, but you knew he heard you, and by the way Sam shifted ever so slightly, you knew he heard as well. Both brothers had an idea of where you stood with John- Sam more than Dean- and neither was willing to comment on it. At least not yet, and not in front of the other.

“Don't worry I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing,” Dean insisted, getting back to the topic at hand.

“Yeah?” Sam asked, not sounding convinced. “What makes you so sure?”

“Cause I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right.”

“No it doesn't.”

“It totally does,” Dean insisted.

…

Leaning against Baby with Sam as Dean went to get some coffees, you watched the playground on the park you’d stopped next to. You were frowning, watching the scene in front of you, feeling uneasy.

There was only one child in sight, and she was barely playing.

Returning to you and Sam, Dean handed out the coffees he was carrying. “Well...the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky but other than that no one's heard about anything freaky going on.”

“Dean you got the time?” Sam asked, a curious frown furrowing his brows.

You looked up at him and noticed he was watching the park as well. It seemed you weren’t the only one who had noticed the peculiar scene.

“Ten after four,” Dean answered. “Why?”

“Look at the park,” you started. Dean came over to stand next to you and turned to the playground. “Where are all the kids?”

He grew just as curious as you and his brother. “School's out isn't it?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “So where is everybody? This place should be crawling with kids right now.”

Sighing, Dean handed his coffee over to Sam without a word. You watched, confused for a moment, before he started towards the woman watching the little girl. You could only assume she was her mother.

“We’ll be right back,” you told Sam absentmindedly as you hurried after Dean to walk with him.

The woman was half watching her daughter, half reading the newspaper. Her daughter was playing, but with no one to join her, she didn’t seem as enthused as you guessed she normally would have been. It was as if the trip to the park was bittersweet.

“Sure is quiet out here,” Dean started, drawing the attention of the mother.

She looked up from her newspaper, a little startled at first. You watched her smell the air, catching Dean’s Alpha scent. Before she could react, however, she caught wind of your Omega which had her visibly relax.

“Yeah, it's a shame,” she noted, looking genuine.

“Why's that?” Dean asked.

She shrugged. “You know, kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing.”

Growing more concerned, you moved over to sit with her on the bench. “Kids? Are there a lot getting sick?”

“Just five or six but serious,” she started. “Hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it's catching.”

As an Omega it was in your blood to be concerned about children. You’d always pictured having pups of your own, even if sometimes you knew it wasn’t a feasible thought with your lifestyle. Despite that, you always felt the need to care for and worry about kids. This news just didn’t sit right in your gut.

…

You offered the nurse a gentle smile as you set the basket of stuffed toys you’d brought to the hospital on the counter between the two of you. She paused, looking from you to the basket and then back.

“Can I help you?”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “I heard about the children.”

One sniff and she knew you were an Omega, and that’s all it took.

Anyone who looked at you would see a concerned Omega, wanting nothing more than to help the families of the sick children. You weren’t pushing for information, or snooping around, you were simply concerned. It was in your nature to be so empathetic.

Smiling gently, she nodded. “The paediatric ward is down that hall, turn left and up the stairs.”

“Thank you.” Your smile had a hint of sadness to it as you gathered the basket and went to follow her directions.

As you rounded the corner, you looked back and spotted Sam and Dean walking into the hospital in their suits.

The plan was for you to talk to the families, while the brothers talked to the doctors. They were taking the roles as doctors from the CDC, which would get them access you wouldn’t normally have. It wasn’t common for a young Omega to have such a prestigious job.

Still, that didn’t mean you were without your own tools and skills.

…

Stepping towards one of the beds of the sick children, you placed a stuffed bear in the crook of the little girl’s arm. Looking down at her with sympathetic eyes, you felt your heart strings tug at the image of her laying there so still and pale.

“I’m so sorry about your daughters,” you started as you looked from one bed to the other before meeting the eyes of the girls’ father.

He was sitting by their beds, looking distraught and exhausted. He’d been here a few nights now, and with no sign of improvement or change, he was growing more and more fraught with each passing moment.

“That’s very kind of you.” He attempted a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Chewing on your lip, you moved over to the seat next to his and set the basket of toys- which was almost empty now- on the ground in front of you. With your hands now free, you reached out to take his gently.

He flinched at first, before your soothing Omega scent eased some of the tension in his body.

“I lost my family when I was young,” you started. “I may not have children, but I know what it feels like to feel helpless. I only wish you get a happier ending than I did.”

It was true. You did lose your family, your real family, when you were young. To be honest, you barely remembered them. With all the trauma and chaos that surrounded the events of your childhood, you couldn’t remember much of your life before monsters and Winchesters. But you still understood the pain of losing loved ones.

His hand squeezed yours. “Thank you.”

Offering a gentle smile once more, you began to pry ever so carefully, “Do you mind if I ask…?”

“How it happened?” he finished for you. “I don’t know. Mary, my oldest, she came down with it first. Then Bethany caught it the next night.”

“So suddenly?” you asked, trying not to show how shocked you were.

Diseases spread, you were aware, but they didn’t just put kids into comas so suddenly. He was suggesting there were no symptoms, no warnings, and now his daughters were

When he nodded, you could see just how tired he was. You knew he’d been trying to wrap his head around the whole thing ever since his daughters had fallen ill. It was all he could do with himself as he waited for any sign of them waking up soon.

“The doctors are saying it's pneumonia. But it doesn’t make sense. They were fine. They were perfectly fine. They were healthy. They were happy.” Shaking his head, you looked from each bed, trying to wrap his head around it.

All you could think to do was to give his hand a squeeze, to try and ease his pain and offer any support you could.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had you both look up. Sam and Dean were standing in the doorway, watching the two of you before their eyes fell onto the girls’ father.

“Sir, we’re from the CDC,” Sam started. “We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions?”

When the father hesitated, you gave him a reassuring nod. “I’ll stay with your girls until you come back.”

Thankful that they wouldn’t be alone, he squeezed your hand gratefully before following the brothers out of the room, leaving you to watch his motionless girls as they lay soundlessly in their hospital beds.

…

The brothers had left you in the car while they went to Bethany and Mary’s house. The idea was that their father would be at the hospital for the foreseeable future, so they would snoop around. Normally you would go with them, but it had been your idea to stay behind this time.

If they got caught it meant you were no longer a player in the game either. At least if the father went home and found the brothers in his house, you could still go to the hospital and get some information.

Sam had been surprised at your thought process, and impressed. Dean was actually relieved, as if there was something particularly stressing him out with this case.

The passenger side door opened as Sam slid into the car, their excursion over with. “Have you heard of a shtriga?”

Your brows crinkled in confusion. “A what?”

Dean got into the car then, with a sigh. “Sammy and me found some stuff. We think it could be a shtriga.”

“Dean thinks it could be one,” Sam corrected.

“Well, whatever it is, we need to find a motel so we can do research,” you noted.

Nodding, agreeing with you, Dean turned Baby on and started down the road. Neither of you said much as he drove, but words didn’t need to be said. You could sense the tension in the air. Something was wrong with Dean.

Bamby

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winchestergirl2 · 1 year

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April Fic Recs

I want to show some love and appreciation for the amazing fic writers we have here on tumblr, so I've started a reading rec list for the fantastic fics I read each month 💗

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

2023 Reading Rec List

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Undercover chapter 2 @deanwanddamons

Authors Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders.

Sweet Rides @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Dean takes his new girl on an autumnal date with fairgrounds and pumpkins and haunted houses and a Ferris Wheel. It’s super fluffy and warm.

Five Minutes In Heaven @impala-dreamer

Leave A Message @jensengirl83

Sam Winchester

Bound Part 1 @sams-sass

Authors Summary: You learn something new about yourself, something that is brought on by a stranger. Your life is turned upside down when you present as an Omega and are immediately taken and kept away from him. Your Alpha.

Unchained Part 2 of Bound @sams-sass

What You Need Part 3 @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Authors Summary: Y/N had always been in love with Sam, from the very first moment they met. However, as fate would have it they were destined to be friends; best friends. Loving him from a distance had eventually meant her pain at her unrequited love had forced her to back away from the friendship. But then he called and told her he needed her. What was she supposed to do but help a friend in need?

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Hero Worship @rizlowwritessortof

Authors Summary: From the moment you met Soldier Boy, you knew the obsession would become your life.

Dark Angel

Alec Mcdowell

Kiss It Better: A Dark Angel Fic @crashdevlin

Authors Summary: Y/n Cale is Logan’s little sister, who rejected the wealth as soon as she was able to and headed into the real world. Logan keeps track of her to make sure she’s okay, but when he hasn’t heard from her in a few days, he enlists the help of his least favorite Transgenic to find her.

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Heartlines @waynes-multiverse

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zepskies · 3 months

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Make It Right

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Summary: He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s meant to die.

AN: This was requested by this lovely anon. I've written Dean returning from Purgatory, so here is Dean returning from Hell in season 4, but with a twist…my first venture into A/B/O! Sorry if I didn’t get the dynamics quite right, I’m still learning this one. 😘

(@luci-in-trenchcoats Thank you for the encouragement! 💜)

Word Count: 4,300

Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, A/B/O dynamics, angst, mentions of torture, PTSD, and hurt/comfort.

You could’ve wept with relief.

You nearly did. Instead, you shuddered as his tongue swept along the fresh mark near the back of your neck.

A mark that claimed you as his.

Your core still quivered with the aftershocks of how hard you came around his cock, which was still buried deep inside you, locked in place with his knot. Dean nosed at your neck and shoulder as he tried to regain his breath, calm his wildly beating heart.

His skin was dewy against yours, especially where your thighs were hooked around his hips. He held himself above you so he wouldn’t crush you with his weight. You appreciated it, and you soothed up and down his sweat-slick back with grazing fingertips.

Through the newly formed bond, you could feel the frenzied haze of it all begin to clear from his mind, soon replaced by shock, and then, remorse. It made a tremor of worry churn in your belly.

“Dean?” you whispered. Your gaze met his with concern as you grasped his arm.

“What the hell did we just… I shouldn’t have…” His voice was coarse and his eyes filled with upset. “Fuck, this shouldn’t have happened.”

Dismay struck you deep, along with a pain that tore at your heart. Your only consolation was that the two of you were locked in this position, so he couldn’t slip away from you.

“How the hell could you say that to me?” you said. Against your will, your voice trembled. Tears began to sting in your eyes.

Dean faltered. He blew out a breath and reached for your cheek.

“You know why,” he said. His face became edged with desperation. He shifted his thigh and accidentally tugged at the base of his knot. You both groaned at the pain that flared between you, where you were joined.

Dean drew in deep, slower breaths in attempt to calm himself. His eyes shut, and his forehead dropped against yours.

“I’ve barely got three months left on my deal,” he said, through clenched teeth. “This isn’t…it’s not fucking fair to you.”

To you either, you wanted to point out, but you shook your head and held him close by the back of his neck. Your fingers trailed up into his hair, your nails brushing his scalp and eliciting a shudder from him.

Your touch both aroused him and soothed him. Your scent was everywhere, now mingled with his own that now covered you like a blanket. It was intense, and a bit overwhelming to his senses.

But it felt right.

“Don’t talk like you’ve already given up,” you said tersely.

It was with more vehemence than he expected. Dean pulled back a bit, just enough to meet your eyes. Your brows had drawn together, almost in anger. Your lips pulled into a frown.

“We’re going to find a way to break it,” you said. You reached up and held his face. Despite the strength of your words, your hands were gentle. “And I meant what I said, Dean.”

Between lusty sighs and the combined magnetic force of your heat and his rut and emotional tensions at their ultimate breaking point, the whispered words against his neck had come from the very center of you.

“Alpha,” you’d said, through abject need and burgeoning tears as you’d rubbed yourself against him. It was both biology and your heart’s longing. “Dean, I love you. Please…”

The tether of his restraint hadn’t lasted long after that. Because even though he couldn’t respond to you in words, he’d shown you in each and every action of his body molding with yours, wrecking you and claiming you on a dingy motel bed.

You deserve better, Dean thought, looking down on you now. You deserved more than what he had to give.

“I didn’t want to do this to you,” he said coarsely.

And yet, he still heeded the pull of you. Your guiding hands brought him down to your lips. It wasn’t the rough, manic, bruising kiss that had fueled your earlier passions. No, this was slow and warm and tinged with bittersweet.

Dean brushed sweaty strands of your hair away from your face. You held him to you and silently prayed that he wouldn’t let go either.

“I know,” you said. Even though the situation shouldn’t have warranted it, you giggled a little. “That makes you just about the most unselfish Alpha in existence.”

He snorted at that. His eyes took in your face, and further down, to the parts of you that weren’t covered by his body over yours. He let out a breath of defeat.

“No, I’m hella selfish,” he said. His lips quirked. “For better or worse, you’re mine, Omega.”

Your smile grew. “Good. Glad you’re finally caught up.”

Dean’s hand playfully tightened in your hair as he growled. It had little heat though, and you had the audacity to laugh. He shook his head and claimed you with another kiss.

You had to be just about the wiliest Omega in existence.

Dean never gave up.

But he also couldn’t fight off Lilith, or the hellhounds that tore his chest open and spilled his blood on the hardwood floors of some poor family’s suburban house.

You screamed as if your very soul was being ripped apart, along with his skin.

The mark on your neck burned something fierce. It had you clamping a hand down over it as you sunk to your knees next to Sam and cried over Dean’s body, his unseeing eyes. It wasn’t right.

You would never be right again.

It took about a week into your self-isolation. When you finally drew enough strength to get out of bed, you finally noticed it in the mirror—in the bathroom next to Bobby’s guest bedroom.

Your neck looked as if something had burned you. Your eyes widened in horror.

When you touched it, you hissed at the pain. The delicate nerve endings of your mating gland were even more sensitive and raw. Apparently, this was what happened when an Alpha mate died before their Omega.

However, even that pain was nothing compared to what you discovered, two months later.

Your mating gland had healed, and the claim mark was gone entirely.

You sank against the wall, all the way to the floor, and you cried until you were exhausted and frayed. Not even Bobby’s offer of a hot meal and a listening ear could penetrate your grief.

You were ashamed of the way you lost track of Sam after it all went down. You’d descended into yourself, and Bobby had been the only one there to catch you. Sam had forged on by himself, down a spiral of revenge, you were sure.

He wouldn’t come back to Sioux Falls, nor would he tell you where he was when you finally got him on the phone. He claimed he was better off alone as he tried to find a way to save Dean, but there was something off in his voice. Something that told you whatever he was doing was dangerous, and wrong.

“Sam, don’t you dare make a deal,” you demanded, through frustrated and sorrowful tears. “Dean wouldn’t want—”

“Don’t fucking tell me…what Dean would want, okay?” Sam seethed. “If it were me, he wouldn’t stop. If it were you, he wouldn’t stop. So don’t tell me to stop.”

“I’m not telling you to stop!” you shouted back. “I’m telling you not to do something stupid! And I’m asking you to let me help.”

There was a long pause on the line. You tried to calm your labored breathing as you waited for him.

“If you really want to help me, do what you can from Bobby’s. I’ll check in when I can,” he said.

And the line went dead.

Two more months had passed by the time you started to feel the barest hint of yourself again. You’d tried to go on a hunt with Bobby, but you really hadn’t been ready for it. Your head wasn’t in it, and that was how hunters got killed.

So you stayed behind and answered the phones for him. You pretended to be FBI and CIA and Homeland Security for fellow hunters trying to get their hands on police files.

You also helped Bobby with research and reorganized his extensive, and ridiculously chaotic home library. He was the only one you knew who could have A History of Paganism next to a guidebook on Chinese tea ceremonies.

But one night, you decided you were sick of sitting on your ass (and all the dust).

You were finally going out for a drink.

Bobby was locked at home in research for a case. You felt bad about bailing on him, but he insisted you were entitled to go out…

Not that you wanted to meet anyone. However, you did realize that you needed to reconnect with the outside world. You’d been staring at the peeling walls of Bobby’s house for four months now.

So you showered, found a simple black dress from deep in your closet, and started to blow-dry your hair. You didn’t do this often, but if you were going out, then you were going to make an effort.

You paused for a moment when a cramp hit your lower belly. You grimaced and pressed a hand there. A shiver ran down your spine.

Shit, not now, you thought. If this was your heat coming on, you would have to take another suppressant before you went out. You knew blocking your cycle wasn’t that good for you, but you hadn’t felt like dealing with it for the past few months. You just weren’t ready to go through another heat, whether by yourself, or with a stranger.

It…it was too soon.

After the cramping subsided for the moment, you continued drying parts of your hair, sweeping the brush through. With the hairdryer so loud in your ears, you didn’t hear the front door opening, or the resulting shouting and scuffle coming from downstairs.

Eventually, there was quiet. And then, heavy boots climbing up the stairs.

You saw the bathroom door push open out of the corner of your eye. You turned and nearly jumped right out of your skin.

Your scream echoed on the walls when you saw something that looked entirely too much like Dean Winchester.

Hit scent hit you then. Warm and musky, a hint of earthiness and soil, but no less familiar. It struck a blow to your chest and forced you to grip the counter for balance. You clicked off the hairdryer.

The doppelganger raised placating hands, though his wide eyes slowly softened as a smile tugged at his lips.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said.

His deep voice was the same. He looked dirty and disheveled, wearing a familiar gray buttoned down over a black shirt, his usual jeans, and boots. If your memory served, they looked like the clothes he was buried in…

Your hands shook. “Wh…what the hell are you?”

Dean’s smile began to fall.

“Look, I know it’s hard to believe. But I’m me. I’m, uh… I’m back,” he replied. When he tried taking a cautious step forward, you brandished your hairdryer against him—your only feasible weapon.

“You…you back the fuck off!” you snapped. You opened your mouth to shout for Bobby, but before you could, Dean’s trademark smirk took hold of his face.

“What’re you gonna do, blow me to death?” he quipped.

After you broke through a bit of your shock, you spluttered with laughter. And then tears.

Dean’s lips quirked, but he moved towards you in slow steps. He took the hairdryer from you and set it down on the counter. With a slightly shaking hand, he touched your cheek. You closed your eyes for a moment, sucked in a breath, and inadvertently inhaled his scent once again.

Your heart pounded almost painfully in your chest. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt. You realized it then. You didn’t need silver or holy water to prove it was him. You knew.

Your eyes opened and met his.

“Dean,” you uttered, brokenly.

He couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Dean pulled you into him by your waist. He held you as you shuddered and cried into his chest. His hand clenched in your hair, while the other pressed into the small of your back. It anchored him, and trapped you in the cage of his arms.

He buried his nose into your neck and had to squeeze his eyes shut past a telltale burn in his eyes. Your name fell from his lips, both longing and reverent. Your hold on him tightened.

His lips brushed against your mating gland, igniting sensitive nerve endings and making a tremble run down your spine.

“Alpha,” you whispered.

Dean’s insides clenched in response. He ached for you, just like he had soon after he’d been able to free himself from that pine box in the middle of nowhere. But his brows furrowed.

He pulled back from you, just so he could brush the bare skin along your neck with a gentle thumb.

“What happened to the mark?” he asked. He realized that he couldn’t feel you, not like before. And even your scent was different…like you’d never been claimed by him. Like you weren’t his. That realization hit him like a sucker punch to his stomach.

You frowned and leaned back so you could meet Dean’s eyes. It took you a moment to find your voice, and even when you did, it was uncharacteristically small.

“After…after what happened, it burned like holy hell,” you confessed. Your hands travelled down his chest, clinging to the open edges of his shirt. “Then it was a scar. Then, it was just…nothing. It was gone.”

Fresh tears burgeoned in your eyes. They spilled down your cheeks as your frame shook with a sob, but Dean gathered you back into his arms. As shitty as it was, he started to think this was actually for the better…

“What happened, Dean? How are you here?” you asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Haven’t figured that part out just yet…but something broke me out.”

He knew it wasn’t you who made a deal. Your shock was too real to be an act. He knew, however, that he needed to find Sam.

That could wait though. Dean’s gaze roamed your face. He wiped away the remnants of tears from your cheeks, brushed his thumb across your lower lip. Your eyes met his. He saw your heartbreak begin to fade—into a desire that called to his own. Despite the voice inside that warned him to hold back, he just couldn’t help himself.

When he finally leaned in to kiss you, it felt like coming home. You held his face in your hands and rose up on your toes to meet him. His arms wrapped around your waist and brought you flush against him, but it wasn’t enough.

Kisses became more frantic, with labored breaths and hands moving to remove each other’s clothing. Your sexy little black dress fell to the floor, along with your bra and panties and the rest of his clothes.

“You’re filthy,” you laughed, between the sloppy meeting of your lips with his.

Dean’s response was to peel back the shower curtain behind you and turn on the shower head, as hot as it could go. A growl sounded low in his throat before he bodily hefted you along with him into the shower and under the spray.

For a moment, he let the scalding water beat down on him. You grabbed the soap and drew it over his neck, chest, and shoulders. The suds trickled down his body, washing away the grime of the road, and whatever else he hadn't been able to wipe off after escaping his grave.

He blinked water out of his eyes as he took in the sight of your concentrated face, and your gentle hands washing him. Then the rest of your body, your curves that fit so well in his hands, your breasts that heaved along with your heavier breathing, nipples hard and aching to be touched.

Dean took the soap from your hands and put it back on the dish, shortly before he pinned you against the cold bathroom tile. He ravaged you with lips, teeth, and tongue along your neck, down your chest, and over your breasts. You moaned and held him to you.

You didn't care that your hair was getting soaked all over again. Your fingers ran through his now wet hair as he touched you and drew pleasure from your body.

Your lower belly was beginning to cramp in earnest now, and resonating deep inside you with heat. You felt a flood of slick forming between your legs as your core pulsed with need.

Your scent hit him in a powerful wave, nearly making Dean falter as his eyes rolled shut.

“Fuck. You’re in heat, Omega,” he choked out.

You nodded, though you had to fist a hand in his hair when you felt his fingers between your legs. They swiped between your drenched folds, gathering some slick and circling around your clit. You moaned loudly and arched against his hand. The back of your head pressed into the wall.

“Alpha,” you said. A whine sounded in your throat as Dean’s touch firmed in response. His thumb pressed and massaged your clit while two fingers slipped deep inside your tight channel.

A shiver ran down Dean’s spine, along with your nails grazing down his back. Already he was painfully hard for you. He had a suspicious feeling that your heat was triggering his rut, because he was becoming desperate to be inside you. His whole body felt tingling and alive, and charged with need.

His lips sucked hard on those sensitive nerves between your neck and shoulder, making you gasp. Your inner walls fluttered around his fingers.

“That’s it, Omega. Want you to come just like this before I fill you up,” he muttered. He earned your vocal agreement in response.

But then it hit him.

Flashes of memory. Darkness and blood. Agony tearing at his skin and insides.

And then, inflicting it himself, on other souls just as damned as him.

Your moan of release just barely managed to pull him out of his own mind. He felt your wetness coat his hand. Goddamn.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised. And yet, while his body caged yours against the wall, he couldn’t force himself to continue. He couldn’t back off either. He was fighting every instinct in his body that demanded he take you, right here and now.

“Dean?” you asked, sensing his hesitation. You cupped his cheek, but he didn’t want to look at you.

“I can’t,” he ground out.

Your eyes widened as shock and dismay threatened to overtake you. “What?”

Dean’s eyes closed. He was trembling with the force of both his need, and his restraint.

With a frown of concern, you wrapped a thigh around his hip, but he wouldn’t heed your attempt to bring him closer.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. No, you demanded to know. Because your body was quaking with desire as well. You needed his knot, and you wanted nothing more than for him to make this right—to claim you as his.

But Dean looked like he was in pain. He winced and pressed a fist against the wall by your head. He pressed his forehead against it.

You tried to comfort him with your hands soothing over his shoulders. There you finally caught sight of a mark on his right shoulder. It looked like a burn…a handprint. Your eyes widened with a small gasp.

He followed your gaze, but he eventually looked away with a frown. It was like he didn’t even want to acknowledge it, even if he didn’t know what it was. Whatever had hauled him out of Hell, he doubted it was anything good.

“I’m, uh…” He breathed raggedly through his nose. “I’m not…the same.”

You had a feeling it was very difficult for him to admit that.

Four months.

That was how long he’d been lost to you. That was how long he’d been in Hell. You couldn’t even imagine…

You swallowed past a lump of sorrow, but you weren’t deterred. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“You were my Alpha long before you claimed me,” you told him.

That affected Dean, probably more than you knew. He still shook his head though.

“It’s not right, Omega,” he said, even as his voice trembled. You don’t have a fuckin’ clue… You don’t know what I’ve turned into.

The water from the shower head was growing cold, but you’d never been hotter. The cramps were starting up again in earnest, making your teeth clench at the combination of pain and incredible arousal.

“I need you,” you said, through frustration, heat, and emotion all at once. “I would never leave you like this. I would never leave you.”

His eyes closed again, briefly. His breath came out harshly through his nose when you touched his cheek. Your touch was gentle, but it still ignited his skin and made every muscle in his body coil tight with strain.

It was hard to sort through the base instincts that were on the verge of taking over his mind, and then his body. Deep down though, Dean knew you were right. He knew you would never leave him. And that was kind of the problem.

“Alpha, please,” you said, through your own strain. Again, you took his face in your hands and shook him. It drew his gaze to your face. Your beautiful face that he’d seen over and over in the Pit, used as his own personal form of torture.

His whole body trembled.

You saw his distress, and it pierced your heart. You leaned up and brushed your wet cheek against his, while your fingers slipped into his hair in comfort.

“You’re here. You’re alive,” you said. “And you’re here with me.”

You nuzzled your way down his neck and pressed your lips to his mating gland, making him shiver for a whole different reason. You pressed your body against his and kissed, licked, and sucked at his skin.

“Omega,” he warned, but the growl in his throat was more pleased than warning. He felt your nails graze down his chest and sternum, and soon enough your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.

He sucked in a breath and pressed his face into your neck. His lips ventured tantalizingly close to the place you wanted him the most, and all the while you stroked him along sensitive flesh. Your thumb circled around his knot, and the dripping head.

“I know you need me too,” you said. You could smell his rut. Your lips edged at a smirk, and you decided to bluff. “But if you won’t make me yours, maybe I’ll find another Alpha who will.”

It didn’t take long before a vice grip closed around your wrist. Dean’s irises were rimmed with black when he met your gaze, half consumed by the Alpha as he pinned you harder against the wall. He grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his hip. And with the other hand he guided his cock to push into you and stretch your inner walls, inch by inch.

You both moaned in relief when he was firmly seated inside you. Your core throbbed around him in a spasm of pleasure. You cried out and rolled your head back against the wall, your nails sinking into his shoulders.

“Alpha,” you shuddered.

“I got you, Omega,” he ground out, just barely holding onto the tethers of himself. His fingers coiled tight into your wet hair and began to pound into you, a rough clip that had you gasping, toes curling as you arched against him.

His lips found your throat and laid a nipping kiss there. All you could do was hold on desperately. You knew he was close when his thrusts grew ragged, when it became harder for him to push into you with the swell of his knot forming. But it wasn’t until his fingers slipped between your joined bodies and circled more insistently over your clit that you came along with him, hard on his throbbing cock.

His teeth sunk into your neck, creating a newly forged bond through a haze of pain and pleasure. You cried out again at the force of it all—the sensations were nearly overwhelming, even more so than it had been the first time he claimed you.

And Dean nearly slipped in the tub.

“Fuck!” He managed to catch himself on the soap dish and the adjoining wall while you grabbed his arms steady. Shit, that really could’ve been disastrous, considering you two were now locked in place.

He glanced down at you. Through wide eyes and panting breaths, you broke first with a giggle. Dean’s lips curved with a smile. Soon enough, he was chuckling too.

The black around his irises receded, and he held you more gently and secure against the wall. After licking the line of blood clean from your neck with a slow, sensuous tongue, he brushed your wet hair back from your face. Then he turned off the frigid shower.

“We really shouldn’t have done this in here. Shit,” he said with a laugh. How were you two supposed to get to your bed? Or at least get dry.

You giggled harder and dropped your forehead against his chest.

“It’s okay,” you said teasingly. “I think this is worth catching pneumonia over.”

Dean shook his head at your antics, but he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. Smiling bright, you leaned up just enough to reach his lips. Your kiss was slow and tender; a release of your grief, a grateful thank you, and a reminder all at once.

“I love you,” you whispered. “That’s all that matters. We’ll deal with the rest afterwards.”

Dean expelled a long breath. He nodded after a moment, conceding defeat.

“I love you too,” he admitted. And he meant it, down to his bones.

He knew that afterwards wouldn’t be as easy as you seemed to think, but there was no turning back now.

You were his.

AN: And there we have it! lol This was definitely a fun challenge. I might like to try my hand at A/B/O dynamics again in the future, but let me know what you think of this one. 😘💜

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miss-madness67 · 3 months

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The Smell of You (Sam drabble)

When you meet your Alpha.

Harvelle’s Roadhouse for hunters is in a way you have never seen before. Rugged men and women mingling with each other makes the smell of Alpha all the more potent. It’s no surprise most hunters are Alphas, but it is still bothersome considering your presentation as an Omega. You try to avoid as many people as you can as you navigate through the crowd. Your suppressants keep the attention of others away most of the time, but you prefer to avoid physical contact if you can. In the busy bar, there is no sign of your best friend, Jo. You think maybe she has gone behind the counter to help her mother, but Hellen is expertly managing the customers on her own. Where the hell has Jo gone to?

The door of the establishment opens and closes yet again, but you’re too busy looking for your friend to glance at the newcomers. Finally, in the mass of bodies, you spot Jo animatedly talking to Ash in a corner of the place, near the jukebox. With a smile on your face, you make your way over. Just as you reach them, something else happens. Your friend looks from over your shoulder at something -someone- behind you. And before you turn around, before you look at him, you smell him. People often say that when finding your mate, all of your concentration would be taken away and the only focus would be on them. You want to agree, but more than that, all that you can focus on is the smell. Oh, so sweet and yet so masculine. You wish to melt on him like butter, you feel reborn. Finally, as you look up, your eyes clash with Sam Winchester and nothing else seems to matter. You are his.

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Thinking about insatiable, rut ridden alpha!Tory who absolutely has to breed her omega girlfriends Sam and Reader. The nest the omegas made for their heat is where they reside for the entirety of their heat and rut cycles, getting fucked by Tory's big fat cock and stuck on her knot. They take turns getting fucked and while one isn't impaled on Tory's cock, she's getting eat out ravenously by the other.

Sam and Reader's heats last a day or two longer than normal to match their alpha's long winded rut. Their bodies really said "hold on, we gotta match." When their alpha is taking a much needed break to recuperate, the omega are scissoring each other like mad, making each other squirt and squeal while they ride out their highs together. They make sure they're ready for alpha's knot and the hefty loads she's been saving for them.

Tory literally fucks her cute omega girlfriends dumb. She loves it when all they can do is babble about pups and nonsense. She loves watching their tongues loll out of their mouths and they make out with each other.

Sometimes when the omegas are too much to handle at one time, Tory will invite beta!Robby to join and help. For a beta, he has a nice thick cock that the omegas go crazy for in their heat riddled and foggy minds. He doesn't mind helping them through their heats and rut either. Though after a few rounds, he's too tired to so much but an omega will still be riding his cock like she needs it to survive. The other omega will come sit on his face and he'll lazily eat her out, drink up the mix of cum leaking out for her used hole. He's there to serve and he'll be damned if he disappoints.

When they're too tired to keep going, for now, the ladies cuddle up together. If Robby's there, he gets cuddles too. They're just in a big pile in the middle of the omegas' nest, leaking and covered in cum, sweat coating their bodies, and their heats and rut far from over. They make our lazily, feel each other up, and promise to get back to it soon.

"Alpha will make it go away," Tory will mutter, kissing her omegas tenderly. "It'll feel better soon."

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Gentle Giant

Summary: It’s your mate’s birthday.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, fluff, cuddling & snuggling

You are giddy like a kid when you walk into the bedroom you share with your alpha. This is his birthday, a special one, and you want it to be perfect.

“Happy fortieth birthday, Sam,” you coo as your mate slowly blinks his eyes open. "Did you sleep well, baby? How are you feeling now that you have turned forty?”

"I can still chase you around the library and take down any monster," he grumbles, realizing he is forty. "Winchesters are not getting older, they are getting better."

You chuckle at Sam’s serious expression. It seems like he constantly tries to impress you. "My tall and strong alpha," you say with a wink. I bet you can still bend me over any surface to ruin me.”

He grins now. His features darken, and you know he’ll ruin you as soon as the surprise party you planned is over. “I’ll ruin this sweet pussy tonight.”

As you point your finger at him, you say, "Not yet. I have a plan for your birthday, Samuel Winchester. You will have breakfast in bed with me. Later Dean will make lunch for us all."

Sam smirks as you excitedly tell him about every detail of the day you planned. His heart beats a little faster as you step toward the bed to wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him softly. “I know you planned a party too.”

“Only a few friends will come around, baby. I know you don’t like parties very much,” you whisper against his lips. “We have all day to ourselves, alpha.”

Sam gently cups your face with his large hands. “How about you get back into bed now? I want to spend more time with you alone. Dean already sneaked into the room to call me an old man.”

You sigh when Sam wraps his arms around you and lies down. “You’re not old, Sam. Just look at you. Tall. Strong. Sexy. The perfect alpha. My gentle giant.”

You lie on top of your alpha, enjoying his closeness. “Hmm…that’s perfect. A comfortable bed. My omega in my arms. Dean trying to get the pink color out of his hair.”

“Wait! Dean has pink hair?” You lift your head to look at Sam. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” he grins. "After Dean called me old, I sneaked into the bathroom and put something in his shampoo. His hair will be bright pink for a while."

“Pranking your brother on your birthday,” you chuckle. “I guess it’s already a perfect day for you."

“It’s a perfect day because you are here with me, baby,” Sam pecks your hair. “All I need is you in my arms.” He grins. “And maybe prank my brother...”

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So, I didn't really mean to start a new series when a scene came to me, but we're at over 8k words in the doc now so it's pretty official that I have, in fact, started a new series...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison (the werewolf from season 2 "Heart" 😆)

Note: This is not a poly fic but I will be leaning into Pack dynamics where Pack members seek comfort in physical contact with other Pack members. So if you're after something poly you could probably read that into some subtext here, but if you're not into that then don't worry.

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Warnings: canon-level violence, probably a bit of smut, A/B/O dynamics, there will be hugging and sleeping with (literal sleeping, not sex) Pack members who are not your mate. Individual chapters will carry their own warnings.

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Chapter 1

Your newly-found mate, Dean, leaves you in the care of his brother.

Chapter 2

You accompany Sam and Madison on the case.

Chapter 3

Dean explains.

Chapter 4

You go home to sleep.

Chapter 5

You head back to the bunker with the Winchester

Chapter 6

Madison opens your eyes...

Chapter 7

Sam and Dean leave you and Madison in the motel room.

Chapter 8

Sam takes Dean to hospital.

Chapter 9

Sam comes to sit with Dean with you.

Chapter 10

Dean gets out of hospital.

Chapter 11

Dean is suddenly sick.

Chapter 12

Dean remains in the local hospital clinic.

Chapter 13

Dean comes home.

Chapter 14

Dean and you go to the doctor

Chapter 15

You try to follow the doctor's orders

Chapter 16

Miscommunications abound...

Chapter 17

Dean calls a family meeting.

Chapter 18

The reader learns a number of things about her new life.

Chapter 19

You need some air.

Chapter 20

You're feeling better.

Chapter 21

You start learning some lore

Chapter 22

The morning after your night alone.

Chapter 23

Your heat continues.

Chapter 24

You've finally been marked!

Chapter 25

Your heat and Dean's rut are over.

Chapter 26

The Pack heads out on Claire's hunt.

Chapter 27

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welldonebeca · 6 months

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The Family (2/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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You didn't stop moving your pussy against Jess' as the boys surrounded you, and even followed the camera with your eyes when Dean pulled his phone to take a picture of you two.

"Come on, you," Sam wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you from Jess. "Let's give our girl a minute."

"Oh, look at you," Dean cooed her, moving to caress her face, drying her tears. "Did she overwhelm you, Omega? Did our mean Omega try to fuck you silly?"

Jess whined.

"'eeeeean."

Sam sat you on his lap, and it was your turn to whine, trying to squirm away from his grip.

"Correction, Dean. She succeeded in fucking her silly," he grabbed your hips. "Baby girl, she can't even talk properly."

You pouted and your Alpha laughed.

"I'm not done," you protested.

"See, that's why Omegas can’t fuck each other alone," he told you. "They'd fuck themselves exhausted. Look at her, poor little Jess."

She lay across his lap, and closed her legs shut when Dean moved a hand near her pussy.

"Awn, baby. Was it too much?"

Jess nodded and you pouted.

Well, she wasn't asking you to stop!

"I guess someone's gonna have to give her a bath," Dean sighed, and it was obvious that it was going to be him.

"Hey, Dean," Sam huffed a little.

Your husband turned to him.

"I can take care of my Omega too, Sam," he reminded him. "And you got your hands full of the naughty one while I clean up our overwhelmed baby."

Sam moved his hand to caress your bump, shaking his head as Dean carried Jess away, and made you look at him when you pouted and huffed.

"Why didn't you tell us you were horny, baby?" he moved his hand to your tits, pinching one of your nipples. "Look at you, all messy."

You half-whined and half-huffed.

"You two never let us play together," you pouted. "She is my Omega too. I should be able to fuck her too."

"I know... but you need to rest and focus on the baby," he caressed your belly.

What, just because you were pregnant, it meant you couldn't be horny anymore?

When was that energy when they mated you?

"I wanted to eat her pussy," you whined. "Sammy!"

He put a finger underneath your chin, kissing your lips softly.

"Poor little Omega," he cooed. "Was it a craving, baby?"

You nodded, and he moved his fingers to caress your face.

"You were so tired lately," he spoke softly. "It's important that you rest."

"But I'm not tired anymore!" you protested.

Sam raised his eyebrows, looking at your face.

"You're not, baby?" he scratched your chin. "You're horny now, aren't you? It's why your pussy is leaking all over my jeans."

You pouted, though not fighting anymore, all of your domineering melting away now that Alpha was taking charge.

"Did you make yourself cum when you were using our little Omega, baby girl?" he picked you up, walking to the couch. "Or were you too focused on making her smart brain leak all over our couch?"

You shook your head, and he clicked his tongue.

"Maybe that's what you need," he decided, laying you on the couch. "To get a good knot in your pussy and be fucked silly yourself to settle, uh?"

You spread your legs widely, feeling your thighs already coated with your slick.

"Alpha," you whimpered.

Sam pulled his cock out, tapping onto your pussy with it.

You squirmed, and gasped when he pushed his cock into your pussy, moaning above you.

"So fucking wet, our needy little Omega," he grunted. "Thinking she could fuck our Omega dumb without us."

You moaned, closing your eyes.

There was nothing bigger and more filling than an Alpha's cock.

Sam pulled back and pushed into you again, making your tits bounce a bit.

"You can't stop yourself, little Omega," he grunted. "It's why you need us."

He moved his hand down, rubbing your clit, and you closed your eyes, crying out in pleasure.

"Would have fucked Jess until you were both exhausted if we didn't come back home, wouldn't you?" he shook his head. "Silly horny baby."

You pouted.

"But Sammy," you whined, moaning, closing your eyes.

He rubbed you a little tighter.

"Now I gotta fuck you to exhaustion," he told her. "Maybe that will teach you a lesson, uh?"

You closed your eyes, too horny to answer as you felt your orgasm building up already.

"Cum for me, little Omega," he commanded. "I know you need it."

You cried out, eyes practically crossing as you rode your orgasm, and Sam grunted as he fucked you through it.

"That's right, baby," he coaxed you. "Squeeze around my cock. Feels so fucking good."

Sam's moans grew, and you braced yourself for his knot, but it didn't come.

Instead, your Alpha slowed down, fucking you deep with each thrust, and he leaned down to kiss your lips deeply before kissing his way down your neck and then your chest.

"Did she suck your pretty tits, Omega?" he asked, squeezing your breast. "Is that why she was dripping milk all over herself?"

You whined.

"So messy," he mocked you, pinching your nipple, and you arched your chest to his chest. "And so eager, my little Omega..."

Your tits ached with his teasing, still full.

"Please, Alpha," you begged him.

Sam licked his lips.

"Please what?" he twisted your nipple.

You squirmed.

"Suck my tits?" you whined.

Sam smiled.

"Of course, little baby," he cooed.

He moved to your chest, sucking on your nipple and you both moaned together.

"Missed your delicious milk so much," he squeezed your breast. "And so warm from the source, my Omega."

You cried in pleasure, so close again.

You knew the boys would practically compete for your milk once your daughter was here.

"Sam," you whined. "I'm gonna cum again."

He moved his lips away.

"Cum for me then, baby," he commanded. "Cum with your Alpha sucking your tits."

You did, full breasts squirting some milk as you cried under Sammy.

He sucked your tits as you rode your high in complete bliss, crying as he fucked you with no urgency to stop.

"Sam," you panted.

"Take my cock like a good Omega," he growled. "Just take it, baby, no need to think."

You moaned, throwing your head back.

Fuck, he really was going to fuck you silly, wasn't he?

He fucked and fucked you until you came again, and you cried when he didn't stop.

"Sammy," you protested.

Fuck, it was too much. He was relentless, unstopping.

You were burning, clenching and trembling under him, nipples oversensitive as he sucked them, pussy overwhelmed as he fucked it.

"I can't," you cried. "It's too much, please. Sam!"

But he didn't stop, the big meany he was.

"One more, baby," he coached you, fingers rubbing your clit, and you cried when you felt his touch. "Your Alpha needs to feel you cum as I knot you."

You arched your body to his, needy and overwhelmed at the same time. touch.

"I can't," you cried. "It's too much, Sam, I-"

"You can do it, baby," he pressed harder onto you. "You're such a good Omega, you will never deny me such a sweet thing."

All you could do was moan and cry as he fucked and used you, and your eyes filled with tears as you reached another orgasm, triggering his own at last.

His knot filled you to the point of just making you feel complete, and you finally, finally, felt like you had enough, like you were satiated.

Sam picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, letting Sam carry you into your bedroom while still locked right inside you.

"There you are," Dean reacted when he opened the door.

You looked back at him and found your husband cuddling Jess, knotting her from behind.

"Is our Omega settled, Sammy?" he asked softly, petting her hair. "Did she learn her lesson"?

Sam looked at you, and you nodded tiredly.

"I've learned my lesson," you pouted.

They chuckled, and you knew they both didn't believe you, but Sam lied you down anyway.

"I thought you said you were just taking a bath?" he asked.

Dean shrugged.

"Well, she couldn't resist me."

"He's so needy," Jess affirmed sleepily, reaching for you and cuddling you from behind. "Just like you."

You flushed.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

But she just buried her face into your neck.

"I would tell you if I didn't like it," she squeezed you. "Now we sleep. I don't plan on walking for at least twelve hours."

Sam chuckled behind you.

"You two really do deserve one another," he caressed your back. "Good thing you have us to balance your energy."

You pouted.

It would be much easier for them to bend than for you to do so, you knew that.

You held Jess' hand, kissing it, and closed your eyes, relaxing and ready to fall asleep.

You were startled awaken, however, when you felt something new and strange.

"Wait," you gasped. "I think she just kicked!"

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stusbunker · 2 years

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Tattered: Mate or Fate

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series

Featuring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~3050

Warnings, etc: True mates, still in varying first person POVs, some dialogue taken from canon, emotional infidelity, no one is doing okay, ESPECIALLY SAM, Dean’s in denial

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Mommy Dearest

Dean

I’ve gotten pretty damn good at being bait. And all things considered, I’m glad it was me that was able to get her hackles raised. But having something wearing my mom’s face lean in and gnaw on my neck— through my Omega’s mark— that was a manner of skeeze I haven’t experienced in a very long time.

Luckily Cas was there to clean me up. Stop me from becoming a Jefferson Starship— into what she’d changed those kids into.

Man, she really played us. Experimenting on fucking kids? Talk about a monster.

I still don’t know what I’m going to tell Y/N. I mean, the truth, or some sanitized version of it. Because I know she’s still there, we’re still tethered, but it’s like coming home without a wedding ring. You don’t just LOSE your mark on the way home from a hunt.

Sam keeps eyeing me and watching Bobby like I’m going to grow a second head. Or maybe he’s on Bobby’s side about Cas. Who the fuck knows. Between Eve biting it just to learn of Crowley’s second coming I’m feeling like a first class stooge. I can’t take one more thing.

Heads will roll.

Let It Bleed

Sam

Hospitals are always the worst part of the job. And it’s not even coming up with the stories to explain away whatever insane injuries got us there in the first place. It's the waiting.

Dean hasn’t left Lisa’s side.

His Omega is sitting in a motel room alone and he’s taking care of someone else.

My Omega is sitting in a motel room alone and I’m waiting on him to get home to her. I may actually kill him for putting her through this.

And he has the nerve to cry about wiping their memories, which is so overreaching of him I can’t even see straight.

He turns up the radio and gets back on the highway. I smell the guilt and the regret and the simmering loss rolling off him. I crack the window before I slam his face into the steering wheel. He did this to himself. Not the demons, obviously, but he chose Y/N over Lisa and Ben.

Dean doesn’t deserve to grieve for them.

He pulls into the parking lot of a dilapidated strip mall. Tells me to put in a food order at the Chinese place while he makes a beeline for the liquor store. I do it just to get out of the car and away from him. The smell of overused peanut oil is a welcome distraction as I step into line. I keep my head down, make my face neutral, and try not to panic any of the civilians.

Same shit different day.

The old lady behind the counter is a half second away from calling the cops, one hand on the phone as she takes my order. What’s worse is I don’t even blame her. She takes my name and phone number, tells me it will be twenty minutes. I wait outside.

I don’t go back to the car.

Until I absolutely have to.

The Man Who Knew Too Much

We find Professor Visyak bleeding out in an alley. There is something so wrong about seeing someone like that dying next to a dumpster. Purgatory native or not, she was Bobby’s friend. And we didn’t keep her safe.

Cas blindsides us with righteous disappointment.

The air still smells of ozone when he disappears again. Only to send me to my knees. My head explodes and I go blind. The last thing I remember is Dean calling my name.

Reader

Bobby starts another pot of coffee. I clear the dishes from the dinner they never ate. I leave them in the sink for something to do when they leave me, again. The stress is oozing off of all of us and making the air of the house thick and desperate.

Losing Cas feels inevitable now.

Losing each other is the anticipated second course.

I gather up some weapons for Bobby to bag. Anything that can help against Angels or Demons. Anything that might get them out of there in one piece. He keeps giving me hopeful glances and it’d be sweet if they weren’t full of pity.

My center of gravity pulls me to the basement, I pace instead. Staying above ground and away from the Alphas who own different pieces of me. Sam hasn’t moved since Dean and Bobby dragged him through the backdoor. Cas broke the wall that Death built to keep him sane. Like a light switch, he just went dark.

I feel him around the bend even though I know he’s on a cot under Dean’s nose. If only I keep moving, keep looking, I’ll find him eventually. Somewhere in the shadows, or the corner of my eye.

Maybe I’m the one who’s crazy now.

Or maybe that’s Dean bleeding into my thoughts. He’s so worried about Sam, I almost forget I am too. It’s overwhelming the sense of duty he has to Sam. Deeper than anything I’ve ever let myself feel, some cross of pack and pup.

Somehow he pulls himself away. The need to stop Cas, to save him or the world superseding all others.

They leave me with an address, tell me to bring Sam when he wakes up. Make sure I have my Beretta and leave Sam’s Taurus at his side. Rituals that we cling to, out of the comfort of habit, lacking even the illusion of safety.

I’ve never heard this place so quiet.

Minutes pass, I don’t let myself go into the basement. If I see Sam like that, I don’t know what I’ll do. Dean’s too far away for this nauseous concern to be his.

Sam breaks my internal stalemate with a single groan. He’s alive— awake. I get down the stairs and into the panic room, why did they leave him there instead of a bedroom?

He’s not fucking drying out.

My anger melts into my gut the second I scent him. Pure anguish floods my nose and I whine at his pain. That brings Sam closer to the surface, he huffs, head shaking as if he’s refusing whatever he’s seeing in his dreams. My massive Alpha reduced to a kid having a nightmare.

I crouch down at his side, careful not to touch his bare skin. He’s always such a furnace and I don’t want to put any more stress on his system—- or I’m too scared of what feeling him will do to me now. We haven’t been truly alone since…

He turns to face me, breathing deep through his nose, brow pinched. But something like relief comes over his features the longer he breathes. Like my presence alone makes whatever he’s experiencing bearable.

The Omega in me primps.

I shift onto my knees, still not touching Sam, but leaning against the cot for more balance. And wait.

I listen to the thrumming of his heart, the steady pull of air into his nose, my own movements. It could be hours, but it’s only been moments.

He hums. Then his eyes fly open, panic ripping through him as he shoves against me and sits. I fall, gracelessly as he comes to.

Somehow he manages not to knock over his gun. Fucking Winchesters.

“Sam?”

“Y/N?” He looks at me like he’s not sure if I’m real and it hurts more than it should. He looks so scared.

“It’s me, Sam. Are you alright?” I pull myself up onto the bed beside him.

He brushes the hair out of his face and sighs. “Not really. But I’ll make it.”

He gives me a sad smile and I nod, his eyes dark with unspoken horror. I grab his massive hand and pull it into my lap. He exhales and it sounds rockier than my self control.

“What are we doing, Y/N?” His voice is soft, but the fear is still there.

“We’re supposed to meet Dean and Bobby where Cas is setting up for the eclipse,” I explain without meeting his eyes.

“That’s not what I meant,” he adds, solemn.

I look at Sam, unable to hide the tears as they fall.“I don’t know anymore.”

He pulls his hand back and sits the rest of the way up. I let him. He tucks his gun in the back of his pants as he stands.

We leave to help stop Cas without another word.

Meet The New Boss

Dean

I guide Bobby in with the tow, he’s hauling in what’s left of my baby. Fucking demons. We get her cleared and settled, and I take it all in. The caved in roof, the busted glass, the whole shit show that is the engine. And my hands itch to get in there. To make her right.

Finally something I CAN do right.

Because Sammy is in the house with a scrambled brain and reliving who-knows-what while Cas—- Cas is throwing a god level tantrum.

She’s been quieter than usual. Watching us and just tending house, not that she likes to, but just for some use of her hands. Which, obviously I get. But it makes me edgy having her in the house with Sam, not saying she’s not safe—- just okay maybe she’s not safe.

Because, none of us are, not anymore.

Reader

Sam’s distress is stinking up the whole house, so I’ve been doing my damndest to keep it aired out. Let the summer breezes blow in. I remember running around the scrapyard as a kid, never needed to spend so much time inside then. Never wanted to.

I can’t leave him if I tried.

Dean’s got his head under Baby’s hood, with regular check ins, but I can tell he’s just as worried. Bobby just keeps giving us these appraising looks, waiting for one of us to break or scream.

I’m doing the last of the breakfast dishes when my Alpha wanders up behind me, hunched and exhausted, but freshly dressed. And waits in my blindspot.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice is soft, like he’s trying not to wake anyone.

I don’t mean to flinch, but his bandaged hand on my shoulder hits me with a deep sense of dred and I drop the scrub brush into the dishwater.

“Sorry,” Sam takes two steps back.

I bow against the edge of the sink and catch my breath, putting on my best appeasing smile. “It’s fine! You just startled me.”

Sam stands like he doesn’t know how to, like he’s sixteen and his arms are longer than they were the day before. I want to brush the hair out of his face and I must be staring because he stills, mouth pinched and heartbeat racing.

I can’t breathe when he gives me the puppy dog eyes.

I should look away, say something, clear the air. But he’s just looking at me like he’s lost and so incredibly vulnerable. The backdoor opens and Dean walks in and the moment’s gone and Sam’s lying through his teeth to his brother and I have to keep it together.

Hello, Cruel World

SAM

Lucifer will not shut up. No matter how many arguments I put against his claims, he still thinks he’s won.

So, I’m doing my best to ignore him. By the look on Dean’s face, it’s not my best work. He hauls me out of the backseat of the impala, and back inside Bobby’s house.

Cas is gone. His trenchcoat was all that we could find.

I need to be stronger than this. We have a whole new race of monsters to fight now. I sit down on the couch, just to catch my breath and before I know it I’m asleep. Or I think I’m asleep, because the house is quiet and I feel like I’m floating.

I know Lucifer’s still there, monkey on my back, whispering in my ear. But something else is drawing me in. Something soft and warm and impossibly safe. It feels like bedtime stories and my drool stuck face on the vinyl of the backseat of the impala. It’s sunshine and then I smell her and I know.

I just know.

I wade in, almost waking almost dreaming, never dipping too far into the nightmares. It’s the calmest I’ve felt since Cas broke the dam in my head. I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to wake up, or let her know I know she’s here. She brushes my hair back and I hold in a sigh.

Her finger tips are soft, sure. They ghost over my cheek and pull out my collar, settling over my chest, fiddling with the buttons on my plaid shirt. Her palm is heavy over my heart, like she’s trying to mold me back together. If we stay here long enough, I can almost hope she could.

I breathe her in, deep and rising, my body is unable to resist the pull she has on every cell. I can smell Dean on her, just a passing hint of sweat, and that alone should stop me. But it doesn’t. I roll until my back is flat against the back of the couch, giving her space. I feel her perch on the very edge, closer but not close enough. I reach up and hug her hand against my chest. Eyes still closed, I silently beg that she lets me hold her, even if it’s only like this.

A gentle line is drawn between my eyebrows and I relax, smiling. She taps the tip of my nose and I can hear the giggle in her breath. I want to see that secret smile on her lips, but I’m so scared that if I open my eyes, it will be him again. I know it’s her.

But I can never be sure.

I keep my faith and breathe in her scent, saving us both from possibility.

Reader

The house is quiet at night, but it doesn’t mean it’s any easier to breathe. Dean fell asleep after he showered and barely kissed me goodnight. He’s mumbling through a bad dream already and my stomach is in knots.

Touching Sam while he slept earlier was not a good idea. But I can’t stop thinking about doing it again.

I roll over and stare at the wall, count the cracks in the paneling in the bedroom that used to only belong to me. I think about how I got here. Think about those sticky, dirty hours in the cabin without a care in the world except Sam pounding into me. Before we knew what was wrong with him. Before Dean staked his claim.

Before I realized I love them both.

I don’t cry. It’s my fault, I don’t deserve to cry. I shouldn’t have let any of this happen. But I do know that today was the first time Sam’s heart rate was below 100 since Cas broke him. And if my presence can ease some of his hurt, I need to at least try. For all of our sakes.

The bedroom shadows shift as I think about what I must do. What I should tell Dean. If Sam would even want me now. It turns into one of the longest nights of my life. And when the sun rises, I think I have the solution. But I’ve worn myself out and I finally fall into a hollowed out sleep.

DEAN

I lay there watching her snore in the yellow light pouring through the ancient curtains. She reeks of guilt and worry and my gut tells me it’s something big. But at the same time I can’t fathom what she could possibly have done to feel so guilty over.

She’s not pregnant, that much I can tell easily enough.

I sit up and fuck with my hair. Stretch out the ache in my back from bending over Baby every which way for the past week and a half. I decide to let her sleep. I really don’t want to start the day with whatever it is that crawled up her ass.

You know what they say about ignoring your problems.

She corners me in the painting shed after lunch.

“We need to do something about Sam,” she says, like she’s planning a hunt, quiet and curt and merciless.

My blood freezes and I turn on my heels. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

She looks at me like I’m an idiot, and okay. But really? Coming for my brother out of left field like that. My shoulders hunch defensively and I grind my teeth.

“He’s getting worse, Dean.”

I look at her, really look at her and I see how much this is taking out of her to tell me. “He’s fine. Everything considered, he’s doing fucking fantastic.”

She steps closer, into my space and my hands find her hips. She wraps her hands around the collar of my coveralls and shakes me a little, just to lighten the mood. She’s staring at me now like the answers are written on the back wall of my skull.

What isn’t she telling me?

“What if I told you that I think I could help him?” Her eyes glaze over like she can no longer see me.

The memory of her sleeping scent floods my senses, I hesitate.

“I think part of the problem is that his body changed from when it had his soul. So when his soul was put back and then the walls put up, they couldn’t sync. He’s not fitting together right. And I know Hell was horrible. We both do. I just think I can help his soul settle into his body, memories or no.”

“What is it? Some sort of ritual?”

Her eyes dart to my neck and then she looks at me like she could cry. “You’re going to have to trust me.”

Every ounce of instinct is telling me this is a bad idea. But this is my Omega. She wouldn’t hurt Sam, not even if there was only a small chance of happening. She’d find a different way. I stare into her eyes and see the desperation and the guilt.

“You’re not gonna get yourselves hurt or anything are you?”

She smiles, wet and earnest. “No, babe. And if everything works out like I hope it does. We’re all gonna be better than ever.”

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crazyunsexycool · 10 months

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The sun ☀️, the moon 🌙, and the stars ✨

Chapter 11: heat of the moment

Pairing: alpha!steve Rogers x alpha!sam Wilson x alpha!bucky Barnes x omega!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warning: smut! All the smut… I don’t think I’ve ever written so much smut for one chapter! Heat, ruts, claiming, biting, bond marks little tiny bit of insecure reader at the end. Some oral (f receiving), tiny bit of choking (you’ll see),

A/N:I’m surprised wrote this so quickly but I had been thinking about this chapter for a while. As always let me know your thoughts, I appreciate the reblogs and comments it hyped me up to write more.

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“My heat?”

“Yeah sunshine. It makes sense we’ve been around each other nonstop for the last week and a half. It was bound to happen.”

“But it didn’t feel so-so bad last time.” You whined.

“Possibly because you’ve been with the three of us constantly.” Sam says. “What do you want to do, sunshine? We can get Bruce here to help get rid of the symptoms or…”

“Or what?”

“We could help you through it. But it’s your choice if we claim you or not.” Steve says.

“Would you want to?” Your voice was small and you were afraid that they’d say no.

“Of course we do, you’re our best girl.” Bucky speaks up.

“I’d like that. To have your marks, all three of you.” You said before groaning when you felt more slick forming between your legs. It didn’t help that their scents were stronger now, this was just your body’s way of reacting to them.

“Ok, sweetheart. Everything is your choice, we’ll do what you want. Who do you want first?”

You looked at the three of them wide eyed.

“Sunshine, you’re ok. You’re safe with us. Just say the word and we’ll stop ok?”

You nodded, your brain foggy and thinking about only one thing.

“Use your words baby.”

“What I say goes.”

“Good girl.” Sam purrs out as he sat down in the nest you’d built.

Before Steve and Bucky left you and Sam, you practically demanded their shirts to add to the nest. Their scents helped soothe you. Any of them would have been a good choice as your first but Sam had been the one you connected with first. He had eased your worries about being in a relationship not only with an alpha but with the three of them. It would only make sense that as your hindbrain took over that you’d seek that same comfort in this part of the relationship.

“Tell me what you want, omega?”

“You. I want you alpha.” You whined as you straddled his thick thighs.

Sam didn’t stop you when you played with the hem of his t-shirt and then pulled it over his head. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times and you’ve even had a few make out sessions that also ended with him shirtless but this was different. Sam placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer before crashing his lips into yours. He only pulls away to take off your shirt and then his lips are on your neck and chest until he takes your nipple in his mouth. Your hips jerk forward as a reaction to his ministrations. Especially when his hand finds its place between your thighs and is expertly teasing your clit.

“Sam please.”

“I’ve got you. I’m gonna make you feel good.” He murmured against your skin.

Without warning he ripped the leggings you were wearing. Which was a good thing because you felt like you were burning up.

“Is all this for me?” Sam said with a cocky smirk as he felt the wetness that pooled between your legs.

“Alpha, please. Need you.”

“So pretty when you beg, omega.”

Sam moved you back slightly, enough to pull down his sweats. At any other moment you would have realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear but right now you were more interested in getting some sort of relief. Your attention was on his hardened length and instinctively you wrapped your hand around it and began to move it up and down. You preened when he moaned out your name.

“Y/N, are you sure you want this? Do you want me to claim you?” He asked one more time before he completely lost himself. You couldn’t tell yet but his rut was being triggered just by your heightened scent alone.

“Yes alpha. Want your mark and your knot.”

Sam growled at that and then an arm wrapped around you, pulling you up so that he could line himself up with your entrance. Your breath hitched as you lowered yourself onto him. You had been with a beta once but he didn’t compare to Sam. Sam was bigger, you were sure they would all be. The stretch was a bit uncomfortable at the beginning. He was gently running his hands up and down your thighs to keep you grounded and kissing your neck and chest to distract you. Once you were fully seated and you had a chance to get used to him, he cursed under his breath.

“Are you good, sunshine?”

“Mhm.”

“Take your time baby, I’m all yours. It’s just us, nothing else matters.” Sam smiles up at you as his hands move to your hips.

But you couldn’t wait anymore and you rolled your hips. You moaned as you did it once and a second time. Sam helps you build a steady rhythm by guiding your hips. Soon that isn’t enough and your hands are on his shoulders as you start to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck ‘mega. Feel so good, taking me so well.” Sam mutters. The grip he has on your hips tightens as he starts to take control. It causes more slick to drip from your center and you whine. “Make a mess on my cock ‘mega. Just like that.”

“Alpha, please.” You beg. “W-wanna cum.” You were right there on the edge of bliss but you needed a small push.

His scent was intoxicating, the way Sam held you close was comforting but it was the way he looked at you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world that made you throw your head back. Giving him easy access so that he could claim you. Sam shifted under you a bit, planting his feet firmly and thrusting up into you. That was all you needed as he hit your g-spot over and over again. It was sudden the wave of pure bliss crashed over you. Sam nearly growled as you clenched around him. Then you felt his teeth break skin but there was no pain, not when he helped you through your orgasm.

You were panting and resting your forehead against his shoulder while he rolled his hips a few more times before his knot locked you into place. He guided you to his neck, urged you to claim him just as he had you and you did it happily and he came with a grunt of your name.

The bond snapped into place and you’d never felt so alive or connected to anyone before.

“So good for me ‘mega.” Sam said softly as he pulled a blanket over you. He kissed your temple. You wanted to say something but you were so tired, your eyelids felt heavy. “It’s ok. Just rest.”

Without a worry in the world you relaxed against him and closed your eyes.

****

“Sam?” You called out as you woke up, worried he had left you.

“I’m right here sunshine.” He poked his head out from the bathroom and smiled at you.

Warmth spread through your chest as you made eye contact and your hand flew to your neck. There you found his mark on you and his smile brightened even more.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Great actually but…”

“But?”

“A little sore.” You said, a bit afraid he’d be upset but he smirked instead. Pride flooded the bond.

“Yeah you are.”

“Sam!” You felt heat rush to your cheeks and more slick formed at the thought of what you had done with him.

“It’s ok baby. I have just the thing for you.”

He walked out of the bathroom and without missing a beat he picked you up. The bathroom was warmer and there were a few candles set up. The bathtub was filled with water and you could smell whatever scented oils he used. There were a few flower petals floating on top too. Sam turned in order to set you down in the tub but your grip on his neck tightened.

“Get in with me?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, something you knew he couldn’t resist.

“Of course.”

Sam got in first and then you did, sitting between his legs and resting your back against his chest. His fingers delicately drew patterns up and down your arm and you sighed contently.

“Thank you.” You said after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?”

“Everything. You’ve been wonderful.”

“Baby, I’d do anything for you. We all would.” He says.

“I know.” You turn to look at him. “I just want you to know that I’m grateful and I’d do anything for the three of you.”

Sam smiles and places a gentle, loving kiss on your lips.

“Well all I want you to do for me right now is to get comfortable again and enjoy this bath before things get intense again.”

You smile and do as he says, enjoying the feel of his kiss on his mark.

Sam had placed you back in your nest. He cuddled with you a bit longer but as your heat built up again he knew it was time for him to let Steve or Bucky in. Even though he was reluctant to do so. Even amongst a pack like theirs possessiveness was bound to happen during an omega’s first heat with her alphas if there were more than one. He knew it was ridiculous to feel that way but he couldn’t help it.

With one last kiss to your forehead Sam got out of the nest you’d built that now smelled like sex. He was replaced by Bucky at your request. You sighed happily when you felt his vibranium hand caress your cheek.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky checked in with you.

“Bad, need you.”

“I know, moonbeam. I’m gonna take care of you now.” Bucky cooed. “Do you still want this? Want my mark on your neck?”

You only nodded as you felt that all familiar fuzziness taking over.

“Use your words darling.”

“Yes, I want it.”

“Good girl.” Bucky smirked as you preened.

He pulled back the blanket you’d been wrapped up in, leaving you bare for him. Bucky inhaled deeply as the sweet scent of French lavender, violets and honey that usually lulled him into a sense of calm, now made him feel alive in a different way. He couldn’t help but settle in between your legs. His lips moving up your thighs and leaving a trail of kisses. Bucky didn’t waste any time as he licked a long stripe from your weeping entrance to your clit. He growled at your taste before sealing his lips around your bundle of nerves.

You gasped at the sensation and your hands found their way into Bucky’s hair. The sweet sounds you were making were like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Soon enough he slowly started using a finger to fuck you.

“So fucking good omega.” He murmured against your mound before he started to flick his tongue over your clit.

“Alpha please.”

If the heat alone wasn’t enough, Bucky’s very talented mouth wiped all functions from your brain. You knew what you wanted but you couldn’t ask for it. Not with the way he was using two fingers to find that spongy spot inside. The need low in your belly built quickly and you found yourself grinding against his face.

“Be a good girl and cum for your alpha.” Bucky growled and it sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your pussy. You moaned as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It took a moment to come down from that high but when you did Bucky was gently caressing your cheek. He smiled at you when you finally looked up at him.

“So pretty when you cum, omega. I wanna see you do it on my knot.”

“Please alpha.” You reached for him and he gladly ducked his head and kissed you. Another moan escapes your lips when you taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky moves to hover over you without breaking the kiss. Your legs part willingly as he settles himself in between them. When you feel his cock, already hard and leaking precum, against your heat you roll your hips.

“So desperate ‘mega. Is this what you want?” He rolled his hips and you moaned.

You nod and whine as he pulls away slightly. Bucky lines himself up, groaning as he pushes in.

“Look at that, you were made just for me.”

His hands find yours and he puts them over your head, pinning them with one hand. Bucky is slow with a roll of his hips. As much as he wanted to go fast and hard, he remembered that you were more delicate. He had much more restraint than he realized, even when you sounded so pretty.

“Alpha…”

“What do you want, omega? Tell me.” He ran his nose along your neck and he placed a kiss over Sam’s mark before giving your breasts attention.

“More, please.”

“More?”

“Faster. Harder.”

The growl that rumbled in his chest had you clenching around him.

“Are you sure about that darling? Think you can handle me fucking you like that?”

“Yes, please. Need it.”

Bucky smirked, his eyes completely dark and full of lust. His hand letting go of yours and traveling down your body until they’re at your hips. He pulled away from you, sitting up on his haunches and pulling you with him. Bucky snaps his hips once, testing out if that’s really what you want. You throw your head back with a moan as you hold on to his forearms. He does it again and again until he’s built a rhythm that is pushing you to the edge. He knows it just by the way you flutter and clench around him, that and the chorus of yes and alpha that pour out from your mouth.

When you finally reach your peak and you’re engulfed in pure pleasure, Bucky leans over and marks you. You feel his teeth break skin and then his tongue runs over the new mark. The next thing you feel is his knot and you will yourself to look up at him. He’s so beautiful like this, completely blissed out and barely holding back. Bucky offers you his neck and you claim him just how he had done with you. His knot catches and keeps him in place as he whispers your name. With a few final sloppy thrusts, Bucky cums.

Bucky wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you with him so that you’re laying on top of him completely. With a satisfied sigh and a smile on both your lips you let sleep take you as Bucky mutters praises in your ear.

****

To your surprise Bucky is still in the nest with you. He was seated up with his back resting against the pillows you had placed to the side earlier. He smiles as you look up at him.

“Hey there sleepyhead.”

“Hey.” You sit up and move to straddle his thighs and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, just wanna be close to you.”

You missed Bucky’s sweet smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you close for a few minutes, just enjoying the new bond that had been formed between the two of you.

“You need to drink some water.” He muttered a few minutes later. You pulled back to see he had a water bottle close by as well as some snacks. “Gotta keep your energy up, darling.” He said when he followed your eyes.

“I don’t want to eat.”

“What, all you wanna do is fuck?” He teases.

“Yeah.” You teased right back and he laughed. It was still a new and strange sensation, feeling his happiness through the bond. Along with that feeling Sam’s curiosity piqued.

“Just a few bites of something darling. Let me take care of you.”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.” Bucky’s praise sent a shiver up your spine.

The rest of the time with Bucky was spent cuddling and napping. You weren’t sure what time it actually was but you didn’t care as you were lulled to sleep with the coolness of Bucky’s left hand on your forehead.

The door opens slowly to reveal Steve. He was shirtless and was wearing sweats that hung low on his hips. The sight was mouth watering. He had a smirk on his face and a dark, lust blown look in his eye.

“Hi my sweet starlight.” He said as he walked in and closed the door.

“Hi.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Just you.” You whispered.

“Good answer.”

Although Steve is radiating the confidence that comes with being the head of the pack, both the team and personal, he’s gentle as he gets into the nest. He still understands how vulnerable you are at the moment. Steve hovers over you as he crashes his lips against yours. This kiss is more dominant and all consuming than any you’d shared before. You moan against his lips as his hands find your breasts and palms them.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks against your lips and you nod. “Do you want more?” You nod again.

“Please alpha, need more.”

“Then present for your alpha.” He whispered in your ear.

The command left no room for argument. Not that you would, the growl laced within it spoke directly to your inner omega. You scrambled to get on your hands and knees. Just for good measure you lowered your chest toward the floor and wiggled your hips for him. You heard his groan and then felt a sting on your ass from where he smacked you.

“Such a tease. You’ve been doing it for weeks.” He mutters before smacking your ass again after hearing your moan.

“You’re a tease.”

“Is that what you think baby?”

“Yes.” You say breathlessly as you feel Steve shift behind you and run his hardened length between your folds to gather the slick that has accumulated there.

“No more teasing then. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

“Please alpha.” You wiggle your ass for him one more time before he buries himself inside you in one thrust.

That was enough to knock the wind out of your lungs and your mouth to hang open. Steve could feel you clenching around him and it took everything in him to not fuck you into oblivion. At least not yet, he knew he needed to ease into it. Steve pulled back slowly and immediately you felt empty so you pushed back into him.

“Someone’s desperate.” He teases while grabbing your hips to keep you in place.

Then he pushes back into your warm cunt. Steve leaves a trail of kisses up your spine while he ruts into you.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” He whispers into your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Steve straightens up and starts to thrust harder and faster. You grip the pillow closest to you as you take every inch of him. He’s turned you into putty in his hands and all you can do is moan and writhe beneath him.

It doesn’t take long for you to start feeling that fire deep in your belly build. It’s obvious to Steve that you’re close with the way you’re making a mess and fluttering around his cock. His hand snakes around your body and wraps around your throat and he pulls you up. Steve moves his free hand from your hip to your clit, giving you added stimulation.

“Alpha… So good.” You said, over and over again.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? I know you are. I can feel you squeezing me. So fucking tight.”

The combination of his filthy words, thrusts and hand between your legs was enough. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and the only thing keeping you up is Steve’s arms around you. His head is buried in your neck and that’s when you realized he’s left his mark on your neck. Before you can enjoy the feeling, Steve is pulling away and laying you down on your back before settling between your legs again. He smiles down at you while he lines himself up again.

This time when you look at him you can see the tenderness in his eyes. He’s gentle and caring with how he searches for his own release. Your hand comes up to caress his cheek as he whispers your name as he finds his own bliss and exposes his next to you. His knot seals you together for the moment, but your mark on his neck seals you together forever. Before moving Steve peppers kisses all over your face. Then as carefully as he can he moves to lay on his side. Your leg thrown over his hip and his arms around your waist to keep you close.

****

You’re cuddled up next to Steve when an overwhelming feeling washes over you. You can’t stop the silent tears that slip through your lashes and fall on his bare chest. He pulled back to get a better look at you at the sensation and noticed the tears.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Steve asks as he sits up, bringing you with him. “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. There’s no real way to explain it. Soon the door to the room opens to reveal Bucky and Sam. They both have worried expressions on their faces.

“Talk to me baby. What’s wrong? Do you need something?”

“No, I just- I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels like a lot.” You said as you moved into Steve’s lap looking for comfort.

The three alphas look at each other, concerned that maybe they moved too fast. The last thing they wanted was to make you feel forced or trapped in a relationship.

“I’ve been so alone for most of my life. But now I have you, all of you. What if I’m not go-“

“Don’t even think about it.” Bucky cut you off. “We’ve talked about this darling. On our date remember.” He was sitting beside Steve so that you could see him. “Feeling like we don’t belong but we do, you do. That feeling right now, I know it. I felt the same way when I was first mated and bonded.”

“You did?”

“Yeah I did. It took me a while to figure out what that overwhelming feeling that sits right,” he leans forward and touches your chest. “There. It’s the bond and more importantly what you’re feeling is love. It’s the love we have for you.”

“You love me?”

“Sweetheart of course we do.”

“We love you so much.”

“Absolutely.”

They all said at the same time.

“I- I love you too. All of you.” You admitted.

That feeling in your chest warmed you from the inside out. Steve tipped your head back and kissed you softly.

“You have us and we never want you to doubt your place in our pack.” Sam adds. “I don’t think you’ve realized it but you’ve got us wrapped around your finger, sunshine.”

The following few days were a blur. Sam, Bucky and Steve’s rut started a few hours after your heat. The four of you were a tangled mess of limbs within the confines of your nest. They took care of you and you returned the favor.

It was overwhelming and scary, comforting and safe. The more you settled into the bond the more at home you felt. Never again would you be alone. You had your pack to make you feel safe and loved and cherished.

In those first few days understanding the bond and the connection with all three alphas was confusing. But then it clicked. You realized you were more than true mates, your souls were connected too.

Ch 12

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