#alpha dean x omega reader

[zepskies]

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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Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

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The Pump (II)

Summary: When you start producing milk too early into your pregnancy, you and Dean are introduced to a special piece of equipment. And a new kink. WC: 2.7k words Warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Fluff. Smut. Lactation kink. Masturbation. Smut. Dirty talk. People watching porn. Vaginal sex. Praising kink. Knotting.

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You flipped the pages of your baby book, trying not to move too much as you reached for a marker, underlining a cute girl's name.

Cassiopeia.

It was the name of a constellation!

"Dean, wouldn't the name Cassiopeia be good for a girl?" you asked from across the room, seeing your husband in the kitchen.

"Cassucopia?" he asked out loud, moving the milk into more secure packaging.

Your milk.

"Cassiopeia," you corrected him. "You know, like the star? And the constellation?"

"Well, you know our deal, I name the boy and you name the girl," he said playfully.

You huffed. The goal was to pick a name you both liked!

Before you could say it, though, your pump was done.

"Dean, I'm finished," you called out.

You always needed his help with this part.

Your husband walked over and sat by your side, ready to remove the suction, but stopped himself.

"Huh, what's up with this one?" he asked, squeezing your left breast a little. "Not much milk out of her?"

You squirmed, feeling your cunt warm.

"Dean," you whined.

He knew talking to you like that made you needy.

"It's normal, isn't it?" you pouted.

He clicked his rogue.

"But I know my Omega," he cooed, massaging your tits, and the suction got a little stronger.

You squirmed, trying not to moan as his grip became firmer.

It didn't hurt. Actually, it was the exact opposite.

"Just a little more," he hummed. "We don't want to underfill, baby."

It didn't take long for your tit to start leaking again.

"There we go," he praised you, kissing your cheek, continuing to milk you, to keep the supply going.

He kept going until both containers were full and equal, and you panted as Dean unlatched the equipment, squirming.

"Alpha," you whimpered, horny now.

Dean looked at your face sweetly

"Yes, my princess?" he cooed.

You whined, embarrassed, and he booped the tip of your nose.

"I'll go drop off our milk," he told you. "Doctor Gabriel said it is one of the best milk they had ever received in the hospital bank, you know?"

Your face flushed at the idea, and you almost wanted to present yourself to him right now.

"Thank you Alpha, but..."

"Don't worry," he kissed your forehead. "I'll fuck you when I'm back."

You watched him leave, pouting, but tried your best to calm down.

You could be fine on your own. Your body was still very sensitive, and you didn’t want to walk all the way upstairs, so you laid back on the couch, and checked social media on your phone.

As you did, you couldn’t help but have your eyes drift to the logo on your pump machine.

Shurley Equipments.

They had to have social media, right?

You googled the name, and they were there!

It wasn't much, just ads for their pumps and social work. They were involved with a lot of charities, for orphan babies and lonely Omegas.

Very nice.

Digging deeper, though, you found their career page, and a job listing for Omegas in their company.

And that brought you to a rabbit hole.

The listing was very generous, and you finally saw a video link explaining everything on their website.

A tall man with dark hair and blue eyes was standing in front of the camera, looking all charming.

"The Shurley Family works hard to benefit families, be it the traditional ones and modern families, who need special care with the most important things in life: giving your pups the best in the world."

You tilted your head.

Well, that was nice.

"Omega breastmilk has been proven to be substantially beneficial to a pup's health and even more so after their weaning age, but it is hard for Omegas to keep up with production, especially in the modern world, with things moving so fast," he explained. "Families without Omegas sometimes also struggle to feed their young, and don't like the idea of giving their little ones something artificial as a store-bought formula."

You gasped. Oh, never!

Pups deserved milk, good milk.

"We provide real milk, working with charities to give Omegas who donate their milk a safe space to be a part of it. Still, sometimes that is not enough to meet demand, which is why we've decided to use our resources to give Omegas a better option."

He gestured to someone to come over, and your eyes widened at the beautiful woman by his side and- oh, Lord, you thought your D-cups were big?

Her tits were enormous!

"Here at Shurley farm you can make a difference!" he smiled at the camera. "Milk is very important to us, and the Omegas who provide them for us are our best-valued workers."

You squeezed your legs around your couch pillow.

"If you are over the age of 18 and would like to be a part of this, and want to see a demonstration of what your work life could be if you join our family, click on this link," he pointed at the top of the screen.

You shouldn't click on it, right?

You shouldn't…

Before you knew it, your thumb pressed on the option and you were taken to another video segment.

It began with a warning that there was nudity and should not be watched by those younger than 18 however this was for purely educational purposes, and your heart rushed a little bit in your chest.

The same man as before - Castiel, you could see the subtitle - was back with the Omega, her large breasts looking even larger and more tender.

They were full.

"Now, breast growth for lactation is common, but it is also a known fact that Omegas' chests tend to grow more than average," he explained. "And some Omegas are even more special, because their breasts fill up with even more milk. So much, indeed, that normal pumps won't work for them."

Your face burned. That would explain what Doctor Gabriel said before.

"Now, we do not hire Omegas who are pregnant or breastfeeding children under the age of five. They should be home, caring for their families and nursing them naturally. However, our Omegas are treated with a hormonal drug to induce natural milk production. It's exactly the same hormone Omegas naturally produce when they are nursing."

He pulled a pill bottle and the Omega explained the contents, but you couldn't focus on it, instead watching Castiel assembling the equipment. It was like the one you had at home, but bigger and maybe better.

Castiel smiled at the camera.

"We here at Shurley Equipments care for the safety and comfort of our Omegas. You can even call us a big pack!" he chuckled. "It is very common for Omegas to feel aroused during the milking process, and we give them the privacy and meanings to make themselves as comfortable as possible."

You humped your pillow a little bit, seeking comfort.

"This afternoon, our lovely worker here has allowed us to monitor and document her process."

He moved the Omega on her back and pulled a machine with a large knot toy, shiny with lube and temptation, and you gasped.

"We give all our Omegas privacy during this very private moment. They have very comfortable offices with everything they might need," he affirmed. "Of course, a few of them enjoy being in the company of their friends, because of their sense of community."

The Omega squirmed, and you watched as he positioned the toy near her very wet cunt.

"As a good company, we give them the freedom of choice every day," he assured you, holding her hand, and she took it very quickly. "And compensate them appropriately, of course. But if you are watching this video, you've seen the details of our job offers already."

The machine activated, ready to fuck her, and they suddenly cut to her breasts being milked.

In voice-over, Castiel's voice continued.

"As you can see, our machines require very little intervention, and more experienced workers can handle them on their own," he explained. "They are cleaned and disinfected after every use, to assure that the milk being collected isn't contaminated with anything before it is taken to our pasteurisation centre."

You could only hear Castiel's voice but by the moving and panting of the Omega's chest, you could tell she was probably having a really good time.

“Pleasure is a good drive, especially for beginner workers. As you can see, the milk drips out faster and in large quantities for longer," he told you. "70% of our daily production is donated to hospitals and families in need all over the country. As you can see, it's a lot of milk, and we feed pups from all across our beloved nation, so they will grow big and strong no matter their social-economic circumstance."

You were so moved and maybe too horny to question what happened to the other 30%.

"As we work expanding our business, we plan to have at least three new farms on the East Coast before the end of 2025, so if you are not from our state, you can also look forward to being a part of our family."

You couldn't help thinking of it. You didn't need the money but the thought of being laid down and fucked as your tits gushed and gushed with healthy milk, filling tanks as you were knotted over and over again...

It was a surprise when you came on your pillow, not even realising you were about to do it before your body was shaking, and you were moaning wantonly.

Under you, the couch dripped with your milk.

You were too dazed for a minute before realising the mess you were making.

"Oh, God," you gasped, reaching for the pumps, but struggling.

Dean always did it so smoothly.

You yelped when it pinched you wrong, your phone forgotten, and gasped when you heard Dean's voice.

"Hey, careful there, baby," your husband rushed to you. "God, look at you. You made a mess!"

You squirmed, embarrassed.

"Were you so horny for my knot that you fucked the couch?" he spread your legs, reaching for your underwear. "Fuck, your panties are covered in slick, baby."

Your cheeks burned. Oh, you had to tell him. You couldn't lie.

"I... I was watching something," you confessed. "And I didn't mean to get horny, Dean. I promise."

He pulled your panties off, and spread your legs over his, pulling your dress up as the cool air brushed against your skin.

"Show me, baby," he whispered.

You picked up your phone and showed it to him, and Dean laughed behind you.

"Well, look at that. We have a job for you if things go sour."

"Dean!" you hit his arm, but he held you close.

"What, you don't like being a little Omega Cow for the family?"

You squirmed, whining.

"Dean!" you protested. "It's not funny!"

"No," he slapped your cunt. "It's hot.'

You panted.

"And I know you like it too, baby," he hummed. "Look at yourself."

You did, and blushed all over when you realised you were dripping slick on his jeans.

"And look at all that milk," he pinched your clit. "You are a messy milk slut, aren't you?"

You arched your hips.

"Please, Dean."

He pulled you back, adjusting his pants, and pressed his cock onto your cunt.

"Let me give you something to squirm on."

You moaned loudly as Dean pushed his cock into you, not even waiting for you to adjust to him.

Not that you needed to. He fit perfectly.

He then typed something on phone, holding you down in place and slapping your clit over and over again, making you moan at the sting.

"Gotta keep you on edge," he breathed hard. "Gonna show you something you'll really like, milk slut."

You panted, but willed yourself to relax. You couldn't cum unless Alpha told you that you could.

Dean then showed you your phone, playing a video with Castiel and an Omega you couldn't see.

She was being milked and fucked, with cameras on the two actions and a split screen.

"Some of their Omegas do a little side hustle," he chuckled. "You gotta be in the business to find it."

It wasn't their website anymore, though, but more like an illicit site. Like a porn site. But... with their name?

"There you go," he hummed. "I bought a few shares of their company just for you, milk slut. And apparently, this is a treat that comes with that."

You were shocked, but your stunned nature was conflicted when Dean started to bounce you on his cock as the video started playing, and Castiel pulled the toy out of the Omega.

"You want a real knot, don't you?" he cooed. "My needy little Omega. Let me give it to you."

The woman whined.

"Please," she squirmed. "No condom. Please, Alpha, I need it raw."

Castiel slapped her pussy.

"Can't get you pregnant, little Omega, remember? You're too good of a cow for us to have you out of the line."

She cried as Castiel pushed his cock inside and her milk poured faster.

"Oh, such a good Omega, aren't you? All horny for your Alpha... Can't even think properly, no thoughts, just cock."

You squirmed on Dean's lap, and he pinched your clit, chuckling amusingly.

"He sure knows how to make Omegas all dazed and loopy," he hummed. "Imagine Sammy seeing this? He would pop a blood vessel."

Sam, Dean's very progressive brother, was also an Alpha.

He was a lawyer, too, very smart. Well, he was studying to be one. But you didn't understand half of what he said.

He was always very concerned about you before going to college. Stuff about Dean not treating you right, whatever it meant. He was the one who got you in contact with your lawyer.

"Should I send you to him?" Dean bit your earlobe. "Get him to fuck you, maybe he will make you into their best producer over there."

You moaned, already way gone into pleasure.

"I'll sure keep your milky when our baby is here," he promised, cock merciless as he fucked into you. "Got all that milk... Can't waste it."

You moaned, closing your eyes. Fuck, you were going to cum.

"You are a special Omega, I knew it since the day I laid eyes on you," he thrust faster. "If I only knew... would have married and bred you earlier."

"Dean," you cried. "Please. Wanna cum, please."

"You do, uh?" he cooed.

"Cum around my cock," Castiel commanded the Omega in the video. "Squeeze me in that stupid cunt. Overflow with milk for your Alpha."

You tried hard not to obey the command of the Alpha in the video.

"Well," Dean whispered into your ear. "You heard the man, sweetie."

"There you go," Castiel growled. "Cum around your Alpha's cock-"

You finally let yourself fall over the edge, moaning and crying, and the farm man moaned with you.

"Good girl, good Omega, that's it."

Dean held his arm around your waist, pinning him against his chest, and fucked you faster.

"Good girl," he huffed. "Such a fucking good girl."

You cried when his knot filled you up, driven into a second orgasm before the first was even fully done.

He kissed your face softly as you came down, holding you gently and cooing at you sweetly.

"So good, my Omega," he brushed your hair back. "So good for your Alpha."

You rode your high and suddenly felt the suction pop off.

Your milk was finished already?

"Wow, almost halfway," Dean pulled it.

He worked on it with you still on his knot, just grabbing you with a hand to lift you up and walk to the counter, laying you chest first on it.

"Oh," you gasped. "Cold!"

"Well, you are burning up, baby," he chuckled, moving to place the milk into the fridge. "Do you want ice cream while we wait for the knot to go down?"

"Well... it would be nice," you hummed.

"Alright," he petted your hair. "We got chocolate fudge, salted caramel drizzle and-"

"Salted Caramel!" you answered quickly.

You loved salted caramel, it was your favourite.

Your husband chuckled.

"Your wish is my command."

He put some into bowls and picked you up again, chuckling when you yelp, and you let him carry you into the couch again, cuddling you as he turned the TV on.

"There we go,' he kissed your cheek. "What do you want to watch?"

. . .

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When You Call-Part 15

Warnings: So much Smut... Seriously all minors leave, Cursing I believe...

Pairing: Alpha! Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Alpha!Dean Winchester, Reader

A/N: It has been LITERAL YEARS I'M SO SORRY. A lot of things happened that I wish didn't and I almost lost my spark entirely. Then with @emoryhemsworth, I finally got it back! SO ENJOYY!!

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I don’t think I’ve ever had a rut as long as this one, it was almost 2 weeks long. Y/N’s fever is finally going down too, which is great to hear. Also at the same time, I think my abs now rival that of Sammy’s so that’s also another good thing to come out of this. 

As my rut and her heat started going down we decided to have Sam come back home. As soon as she saw him she jumped into his arms. 

He chuckled as he said, “looks like someone is feeling better…” He brushed her hair back, taking note of all of the color coming back to her features and lack of heat under her skin. 

I smirked as she bounced, showing him the ring. The very same one that he helped me pick for her. He acted none the wiser, though.

I looked at her expression, not being able to remember the last time I felt this happy. When all of this would be a fever dream I’d get during my ruts when I was a horny teenager. Her being mine, us together, my mark on her. That one pipe dream would get me through anything, near-death experiences included.

I felt her circle behind me as she draped her arms over me. I relaxed into the touch.

I couldn’t help but think about what the rest of our lives are going to look like. Did I want to retire at some point? For her? Absolutely. I’ll take a desk job for her safety, for our pups, all of it. I’m getting ahead of myself though. 

“Wow you really did tame him.” Sam chuckled as he walked up to me and bumped fists, “look at him melting and you barely touched him.”

“Dean? He’s a teddy bear!” She giggled. 

I looked up at her as I said, “Nuh-uh I am your teddy bear, no one else’s.”

Sam laughed as he went off to his room to unpack.

Later on in the day as I was doing some research with Sammy, Y/N came in, “hey so I got a call from Jody, seemed urgent. I was thinking we could go and check it out.”

I could tell my demeanor changed just by the look she gave me. We? Hell no.

Sam looked at me, his eyes begging me not to do this. 

I finally opened my mouth, “Jody contacted you? But not Sam or myself. You wonder why, Omega?” It came out darker than I wanted it to, but I can’t help that I want to protect her. 

“She said you guys weren’t picking up. So she tried me, she also sends her apologies but this is one of those things that require the ‘Winchester touch’. Her words, not mine.” I could smell in her scent she was daring me to challenge her. 

“Sam, give us the room.” I ordered, keeping eye contact with her. 

“Dean just-”

“Did I stutter, Sam?” I growled. 

I was looking at Y/n the entire time, “Sam, go and pack, will you?” I said as I looked at her.

I felt her get brave at that, “Don’t talk to him like that.” She barked at me. I could see the hair stand up on her arms. I cocked my head to the side.

She started rounding the table as Sam got up, trying to get into the middle, “Ok we are not doing this right now.”

“I am going on this hunt,” I could hear the annoyance in her voice as I approached her.

As soon as Sam left the library. I got up out of my chair, standing to my full height.

“No you are not. What if something happens to you, huh?!” I chided, “what if you get hurt or worse?! What kind of Alpha would I be letting you go out there and risking yourself?” 

She rolled her eyes, “This isn’t up for debate,Dean.”

There is one look that she does, it’s a cross of ‘get the fuck out of my way’ and ‘are we clear?’, it shuts anyone up. She aimed that shit right at me. My worry and instinct threw all of that out the window though.

My eyebrows went up as I chuckled as I said, “You don’t get to tell me what is and isn’t up for debate, Omega.”

Her eyes narrowed, looking at me from all angles, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just use my title in that tone. I’m also going to pretend that you didn’t just try to insinuate that I am not going to go on this hunt simply because you are my mate.” 

I tilted her gaze to me as I came to a stop directly in front of her, “It’s cute how you act like you’re bigger and meaner than you actually are.” I brushed some hair out of her face as I continued,“At the end of the day it’s just talk and you know that. You know that you are more vulnerable, more… what’s the word…” I trailed off.

I could smell her getting increasingly angry, “Don’t go there Winchester…” She warned. 

“ More fragile.” I saw her gaze narrow…

“Ohohoho you fucked up Winchester.” She laughed… The air coming off of her had a looming presence. I clenched my jaw as she continued, “you know damn well I’m the farthest thing from fragile.”

She started to walk away as I yelled at her, “Not like I’m going to find out because you aren’t going anywhere Y/N” 

All I heard was the slam of our bedroom door. She may hate me now, but at least she’s safe. 

Y/N POV:

Who does he think he is?! I can feel my blood boiling and my mark aching as I went directly against what he wanted me to do. I have been doing nothing but trying to get back to 100% after all the shit that’s plagued my life recently. After he claimed me I thought that this is the signal of things turning for the better. Then I saw that look on his face.

That same fucking face that screamed that he knew better than I did. Never mind that I was the one who brought the hunt to their attention in the first place. Never fucking mind I solo’d more hunts than the both of them put together… Fragile? FUCKING FRAGILE?!

I may be an Omega but I am every bit of Alpha when it comes to hunting. I couldn’t help but feel a heat pool in my belly at the look that he gave me. It made me want to both slap and ride his face at the same fucking time, which does not help me in trying to calm down. 

I decide against destroying our room and instead go to a positive release. I put on my workout bra and my yoga pants and head to the gym.

I was almost in the room but I’m stopped by a wall of a man, Sam. 

“No… Going to blow off some steam?” He asked, willing his eyes to come up to meet my eyes. 

“Y/N?” He asked. I looked up at him and I could tell he was having issues.

“Something wrong, Sammy?” I asked as he blatantly stared at my body. 

To which I chuckled and responded, “Life isn’t fair Sammy, consider it a life lesson!”

“Yeah” I said, making sure to sway my hips just a tad. Was it wrong of me to wag my ass at my future brother in law? Yes… but it’s not like I haven’t done that shit before and as a matter of fact it’s a running joke with the both of us.

“Not fair Y/N.” I heard him scold me.

I heard him laugh behind me as I turned into the gym.

I started off with free weights trying to make sure I keep my form perfect. 

Dean POV:

“What did you say to her?” Sam asked me as he plopped his duffel onto the table. 

I was in the library thinking of how I could’ve handled that better. Once again my foot’s in my mouth when it comes to her. I just don’t get why she’s doing this. Making it hard to protect her. You would think that she would get my apprehension when it comes to her safety.

I smell Sammy come in before I can see him.

I looked at him, his face was red, like he couldn’t control himself. 

“Short story I told her she wasn’t coming with us, why?” I asked. 

“Because I caught her on the way to the gym, she's dressed to kill and looks like she is going to kill our equipment if you don’t apologize.” Sam grabbed my whisky glass and drained it in one gulp, then poured me more.

“She’s doing it on purpose.” I said nonchalantly, “I called her fragile.”

His jaw dropped, “wow… you really are stupid.” he chuckled. 

“It’s not that bad.” I trailed off.

“Oh it isn’t? Do I need to remind you what she did to the last hunter who called her a ‘fragile Omega who needs protecting?’” 

“He had it coming he tried to grab her ass, Sam.” I tried to defend myself.

“What. Did. She… Do?” he punctuated.

“She… she broke his wrist.”

“Right she broke his wrist, his forearm, and kneed him so hard in the balls he had to see a specialized urologist because he wasn’t sure if he could have kids after the damage she dealt out.” Sam shook his head, “You are lucky she loves you because I’d be scraping you off the floor otherwise and I think you know that.”

I huffed as I said, “Yeah I know. I just don’t know how to protect her otherwise.” I ran a hand through my hair as I touched my mark. It's been hurting since I had that encounter with her, like it’s trying to tell me that my other half is not happy right now and I should probably fix that. 

“Listen I’ll take care of the hunt, you stay here with your Omega.”

I looked at him and he continued, “Maybe if you’re sidelined too you’ll understand exactly what you’re asking of her. I’ll see you both in a few days.”

With that he was out the door. 

I shut down my laptop and slammed the whisky Sam re-poured for me. I started walking towards the gym to apologize after I gave her some time to get her aggression out… just in case. 

When I finally made it to the door I saw her there, drenched in sweat, in her workout gear and headphones in. She is going to town on a 200 pound punching bag. She was landing combos on it, punches and kicks and making it sway on its chain. 

I heard her grunts and her breathing. It made my dick stir in my pants. The more I listened in I could hear her saying, “fuckin’ *thwack* fragile..” and “pulled his *right jab* ass out of a unghh *slip jab* collapsing house *thwack* doesn’t sound *elbow strike* Fragile to me *Forward kick*”

I smirked as I watched her, I don't know how she is doing it but she’s pulling off cute and terrifying at the same time. I couldn’t help but giggle at that. The duality of her. I saw her sweat flying as stray strands of hair stuck to her temples, while others formed light curls as they hung in her face. 

I didn’t want to startle her so I tried to walk into her field of view. She looked at me and paused her music, taking off the headphones. 

“What?” She questioned as she went back to beating the punching bag to a pulp.

“Look what I said was wrong, okay?” 

She laughed at that, “I’m not going to stop hitting this bag because it is the only thing stopping me from beating the shit out of you. That is the least I can do.” She glared in my direction as she bared her teeth at me. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you speak after the shit you pulled. You do remember what I did to the other guy that tried to pull that shit, right?” 

“No shit. I pulled you and Sam out of buildings, dragged 200lb bodies, snapped bones with my bare hands, I don’t need you to tell me you were wrong. Because it’s pretty fucking obvious.” She said as she landed another kick on the bag.

“I’m trying to apologize here,” I quipped, “The least you can do is look at me.”

“Sam reminded me.” I huffed.

She looked at me smirking as she went back to the bag, “you fucking heard me.”

“There’s an Alpha I can get behind… well on top of.” She laughed to herself.

My jaw hung open at that, ‘What did you just fucking say?” I had to have heard wrong. 

I growled at her, “I know I fucked up but don’t you ever…”

“Ever what, Dean?” She stopped hitting the bag and started advancing on me, “Let me guess he was the one who told you to fix it? Right? My guess is he left without both of us, right?! He has more emotional intelligence than you could ever dream of possessing. Not to mention that he doesn’t try to fucking pidgeonhole me into being the ‘Perfect Omega’” She spat at me as tears threatened her eyes. 

“Why am I not enough,Dean? I never questioned you. I ran through hell and back for you, yet instead of letting me be me you pulled this shit and the only Alpha who fought for me and what I wanted was Sam. And even saying that makes me want to vomit because I don’t want him. I never did! I want you. I still want you! I want my Alpha to love me the way that I am!” she screamed at me. 

Before I could blink she was out of the room. It took me a second to process, “Don’t fucking walk away from me Y/N.” I spat as I looked into the hallway. 

I made it out there just in time to see her duck into the shower room.

I tore into that room like a bat out of hell.

I saw her starting the shower up as she said, “Take the fucking hint, Dean.”

I screamed at her, “You don’t get to run away after saying all of that shit to me after saying that you’d want my brother to claim you instead of me Y/N, that’s fucking low even for you!”

She looked at me and scoffed, “You are so fucking blind I’m surprised you haven’t gotten lasik.” 

I glared at her as she continued, “I never wanted Sam. I told your dumbass that. I want you to support me, to understand that I will never be the way that you want me to be. I will always run into danger because you run into danger and you are the only part of me that I love! The only part that’s worth saving!”

The next thing I know I’m pinning her to the shower wall and kissing her. I don’t care that we are fully clothed under the spray, my heart was aching hearing her say that… All of those things. I needed her to know what I couldn’t vocalize, the anger of hearing her say those things but not at her. At myself. I felt her trail her hands up my chest and around my neck

I nipped at her lips, begging to be let in, not like I deserved to be in the first place.

I kissed the corner of her mouth as it threatened to frown, “Please don’t hurt me like that.”

Almost immediately her mouth opened for me. I felt her undoing my belt and unzipping my jeans while I grabbed her sports bra and started to take it off of her. She whimpered when I pulled away but as soon as I took it off and ripped off my own shirt. I went right back to kissing her.

I could feel her chest heaving, as whimpers left her, I looked down at her to see her trying to fight tears, I kissed them away as fast as they fell saying, “Please don’t do that,Baby.” 

I kissed her temple, “Don’t say those things about yourself.”

Then her forehead, “You are worth so much more than me, my beautiful fiancee.”

I picked up her hands and kissed them, “My mate.”

I kissed down her chest, “My reason for breathing.”

I brought her pants and panties down her legs, kissing everywhere I could reach, “you save me every single day.”

 Tears threatened my eyes as I kissed up her body, “I love you so much it scares me.”

I looked at her as she wiped my face and I reveled in the touch, “That’s why I am the way I am… I almost lost you. I can’t.. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

She looked into my eyes as I tried to calm myself, as if she knew what I needed she brought my lips to hers again. Just that simple contact set me on fire. I cradled her head in my hands, as if she’d break if I let go or use too much pressure.

She smiled at me as she did. Once she started working on herself, I grabbed the soap from her. 

I felt her push my jeans and boxers all the way to the floor and I kicked them away. I felt her draw circles on me as we kissed, it was something she just does when she can sense I’m stressed or in pain, sad.

She only broke that kiss to say, “I’m right here,Baby.” She kissed my palms and I went right back to kissing her. When she could sense she could break the kiss she grabbed soap and started working a lather in her hands, spreading it on my body. 

I spoke in whispers to her as I cleaned her, “This brings me back. Back when you need help because of your ribs.” I kissed her shoulders.

I smiled at her, “And I’m yours, always and forever.” I kissed her longer at that. I could smell her arousal as I trailed my hands down her curves. As if on command she trusted me completely as I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

She smiled at that memory, “I remember. Now look at where we are,” she looked at me with a smile that reached her eyes and a giggle that made my heart skip a beat. “Now we’re engaged. And I’m yours.” she touched her claim mark and kissed the one she left on me. 

I heard her giggling as kissed right under her ear. It’s moments like this that make the hell we went through worth it.

She pulled back and looked at me peppering my face with kisses making me giggle as I told her. “We don’t have a condom here, Omega.” 

She just smiled at me and said, “Good thing that the doctor put me on the pill in case we couldn’t wait. All he asks is that we use protection for the week and a half after we choose to start trying.”

This is my first time actually feeling her, “Shit, you feel so perfect Baby.” There is no other word to describe the way she feels. She’s perfect. 

I smiled as I said, “I completely forgot about that.” She smiled at me as I lined myself up with her.

As soon as sunk her down onto me we both let out a moan at the feeling.

“So are you, I can feel every vein, so good..” Was all she could say, “Made for me, love you so much.”

I kissed her with every ounce of pent up emotion I’ve had, I started moving as soon as I was sure I wouldn’t blow my load early. I want this to last as long as possible, but with how she’s squeezing me I can tell that is a big ask from the both of us, given how we’ve been unintentionally teasing each other this entire time. 

My hands went from her waist to her ass as I kissed and nipped at her neck. I slowly started lifting and guiding her back onto my shaft. When I looked at her I had to bite my lip so hard I nearly drew blood. 

Her eyes were blown out, her kiss swollen lips were open slightly letting out the most sinful moans I have ever heard come out of a person. That’s all secondary to the fact that when I looked at where we were joined, I could literally see an outline of my cock in her stomach. 

I moved one of my hands to the bulge, I couldn’t help but moan at the sight. She followed my gaze and smiled at me. I crashed my lips back into hers as I picked up the pace slightly. The only things that could be heard in the shower room were our moans, the water from the shower, and skin on skin. 

Feeling her squeeze me like a vice while her nails scratched at my back, leaving a trail of delicious heat after them.

Everything started building. Hearing her moans.

Her lips sucking on my skin, her chest sliding against mine.

All of this would make any man cum alone but the cherry on top of all of this was her breathlessly begging me to cum.

“Please, Alpha, cum for me. Fill me up. I need it. Baby please.”

That’s what did it as my knot popped and I filled her completely, so much so that her stomach was distended. 

I came so hard that I had to use a hand to support us on the shower wall. 

When I looked at Y/N I could see that she was still very high off of her orgasm, so I just held her tight to my body, angling her head so that she could scent me. 

‘It’s okay I got you Omega, breathe I got you.” I petted her hair back as I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel for us.

I made sure to cover her first as I walked back to our room. 

By the time I dried us off and peeled back the covers she started coming to…

“De-Dean” 

I smiled at hearing her voice, she is so out of it. That fact that I made her that way made my heart swell a bit. She feels safe enough to let go completely like this, knowing I’ll take care of her.

I laid the towel down for when my knot finally deflated, although I can tell it’s not going to happen for a while. 

I laid her down on the bed with me on top, so no pressure is on the knot and I put the blanket over us. 

I finally got to see her face as I pulled back, “Hey Beautiful, welcome back.” I said as I kissed her nose. 

She scrunched her face and said, “That hit different.”

I started laughing as I said, “you looked like you were  just gone, Baby I’m not gonna lie.”

She smirked and said, “That was an out of body experience right there, I astral projected like Dr.Strange or something.”

I started full on belly laughing as I looked at her I held up two fingers and I said, “How many am I holding up?”

She swatted my chest and she said “Two.” 

I laughed as I got lotion from the side table and moisturized her entire body, getting her to relax. Afterwards, I just cuddled her, putting my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat as I waited. 

Maybe 20 mins later I could finally pull out. 

As soon as I did I cleaned her up and went to get her water. 

Then she looked up with tired eyes, “Can we cuddle?”

How could I say no to that. The laundry, the clothes, all of that can wait. 

I climbed into bed with my Omega and not even a few minutes later, we fell into a peaceful sleep.

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Tell me about Alpha!Dean putting you in your place after you took an unnecessarily risk during a hunt 😏🤭

Is That A Threat, Or A Promise?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warning: ABO Dynamics, Sir Kink, Angry Alpha Dean (yes, that's a warning), language, Fingering, Choking, somewhat threating behavior, biting.

Word Count: 626

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Dean growled as he stalked down the hallway of the bunker, hot on your heels as you retreated from the coming fury. It wasn’t the playful, ‘I’m gonna toss you on the bed and show you who’s daddy’ growl, but it was the pissed off Alpha growl. One laced with warning and the kind of dominance that made your legs weak. It was the side of him that he did his best to keep in check, especially after carrying The Mark. His fuse was just shorter now, even after it was gone from his arm. You knew he was mad at you the whole ride back home, but now, well, he was leaving no doubt to the fact that he was furious, and it should not have turned you on as much as it did. 

Dean kicked the door closed to your shared room as he marched on you, backing you up against the wall of weapons, baring his teeth as his arms caged you to the spot. His scent was sharp and threatening. His chest rumbled as he glared at you. God, you could let him eat you alive, and fuck if he just might do just that. 

“What the fuck was that?” He sneered, doing his best to keep his voice down so that Sam could sleep. “Think you know better than me? Think you can disobey a direct order and nearly get yourself and my little brother killed?”

It took all of the strength you had in your body to not openly smirk at him, but you were sure your Alpha could not only smell the arousal that was leaking down your legs through your now ruined panties, but he could see that spark of defiance in your eyes, so why not smirk anyway? You no less fucked if you didn’t. 

“No,” you answered, unable to wipe the amusement from your face, and he snarled as his hand came and wrapped around your throat, not enough to choke you, but enough to get your attention. 

“No what?” He corrected, and you whimpered, feeling his own excitement against your stomach through his jeans as he pressed his weight against you. 

“No sir,” you answered, and his bit along your jaw line in shape little nips as he moved up to the shell of your ear, scenting you deeply before nipping your earlobe hard enough to make you yelp as he ripped your underwear from under you skirt and shoved to of his thick digits into your soaking cunt. 

“Well, you could have fooled me Omega,” he said as scissored you open roughly, his hand on your throat keeping you in pace against the wall as anger bleed the line into arousal, and his temper started to shift gears. “I think you know exactly what the fuck you were doing, and that you knew better than your Alpha? Didn’t you? Thought you could do the hunt better than me and instead fucked it up?” 

Dean’s grip tightened on your throat, causing your weeping cunt to squeeze around his fingers and he growled in approval as he rutted his clothed erection against your thigh. “Gonna have to remind you who’s boss then Omega,” he treated as your orgasm tore through your body and you nearly crumbled in his grip as he worked you through it in a silent scream, muffled by his lips on yours and his tongue dominating your own in a heated, almost painful kiss. 

When he finally let go of you, shoving you towards the bed, you thought you’d press your luck a little more, because even as an Omega, you never were able to bend easily. 

“Is that a threat? Or is it a promise, Alpha?”

God, you hoped it was a promise.

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PART 2 Giving in to the wild side

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of past trauma, family death, hurt/comfort, mates, claiming, eventual smut, lots of feels

Continuation of Craving the wild side

Summary: after leaving the Dean Winchester case you quit your job you over your as normal as you could. You woke up, helped your mum, worked on the farm but you always felt that hole.

Not knowing if he show up or not you gave up on hoping till someone came knocking.

Last part <-

You awoke to your alarm and sighed hitting the stop with a huff. Champ barked making you jump a mile and glare at him, not that he understood.

“I don’t want a heart attack dude” you muttered and Champ tilted his head.

“Good dog” you rolled your eyes as you pulled yourself out of bed. You went to the toilet then to the kitchen to grab your mum her meds. You knocked lightly on her door as you walked in and gently woke her.

“Meds mum” you said and she groaned, definitely mother like daughter.

“Give em” she huffed sitting up and yawning.

“You want breakfast?” You asked and she shook her head.

“Sleep” she grunted and you chuckled whistling for Champ.

“Hey big boy” Your mum said as Champ laid down by her and she got comfortable again.

“Go back to sleep” she commented grumpily as you left smiling.

You laid down in your bed wanting to enjoy a sleep in but it never happened so you began your day. You needed to head to the grocery store. As you waited for your mum to awake you showered and had your own breakfast before making a list. Your mum came out in her fluffy robe and sat down in her recliner sighing.

“Breakfast? You asked and she nodded.

“Tea or coffee?” You asked putting on the kettle.

“Coffee love” she said still waking up.

After you prepared her breakfast you said you were going out and headed to your car.

You headed to the shops and sighed having to deal with people wasn’t amazing.

You grabbed a trolly and went up and down the isles grabbing what you needed before heading to the check out. The cashier gave a polite greeting before realising you weren’t the chatty type. You were thankful they could tell, you didn’t like talking that much. You paid and left, packed your car and headed home.

Dean sat nervously in the car, Sam had managed to find out where you lived and offered to take him. He went instantly No thought but now he was sweating.

“Hey, relax” Sam smiled and he glared at his brother.

“This is stalking” he said and Sam laughed.

“People take serious measures to find their mates” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah well this is creepy” Dean sighed clenching his fists.

“When we get there it’ll go away” Sam stated.

“Yeah Dean muttered.

Your farm was how you described it. Family home big enough for four, 1 story, nice porch with a barn to the left and paddocks around. Dean grew nervous when he saw no cars though as Sam parked.

“She’s not home we should go” Dean quickly said and Sam huffed. The door opened though an older woman there and a big white dog by her side, Champ.

“Get out” Sam laughed and Dean huffed getting out.

“You boys lost?” The woman called.

“No Ma’am” Sam said as they walked to the balcony.

“Well what’s handsome men like you doing out here” she smirked. Just then a car pulled in and Dean glanced before his heart stopped.

You frowned seeing another car in your driveway, you weren’t expecting any delivery’s or people. You parked seeing two men on the porch and got out.

“Everything-“ you froze seeing one turn around. It was Dean, Not feral and well, clothed too, clean shaven his hair cut nicely. Champ came running up to you happily and you subconsciously let him. Dean was tense, his eyes filled with emotion you couldn’t see from here.

“Hun?” Your mum called and you snapped out of your trance.

“Huh?” You blurted before flushing. You quickly busied yourself and opened your boot to grab the shopping.

“Y/n” Dean called but you tried to ignore it for some reason. You left him why the hell would he want to see you? Your dreams still continued even after you left and they exhausted you, you figured he’d find a job and forget about you. You shot up bumping your head in the process making you whimper. You went to hold your head but a hand was already their, a worried alpha in your personal space.

“You ok?” He asked checking your head.

“No blood, you’ll get a bump though, do you have ice?” He added and you stared at him. Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to form words. You were filled with so much emotion as your eyes began to water. He smiled softly pulling your head so you went to him. You cried then, arms going around him tightly as you breathed him in. Dean held you tightly too, head in your neck, he’d finally be able to smell you. You sobbed softly muttering sorry over and over again. He shook his head pulling back before cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears.

“I’m so sorry” you cried and he hushed you pressing a soft kiss to your head. You sighed closing your eyes as he stayed their for a moment. He had tears down his cheeks also but he had a smile.

“You had too” he said and you shook your head.

“No you did” he added and you deflated.

“It helped me, I got better I swore to get better for you so you’d never have to see me like that again” he whispered and stroked your cheek.

“I had some set backs but I got out, quickly too the docs were happy with how I was going” he smiled.

“I’m on a trial run at the moment I’ve been out for a week and a bit” he explained and you felt a smile. Champ barked at you and you laughed as Dean knelt down to let Champ sus him out.

“Oh your a big boy” he said as Champ sniffed and licked.

“Dog kisses are gross” he said and Champ barked.

“Maybe some are ok” he added giving Champ lots of pets. You laughed lightly wiping your eyes as you looked to your mum and the other man who you assumed was Sam. Your mum had a warm smile as did Sam, he looked proud and happy. Dean stood wiping his face as you laughed again which made him smile.

“I have to get the frozen stuff in” you said referring to the shopping.

“Course” Dean said grabbing some bags. You smiled lightly as you grabbed the rest and headed to the door.

“Come in” you said to Sam who followed behind. Your mum sat down while you and Dean put the shopping on the counter. You opened the fridge and turned seeing Dean already unpacking. He handed you the frozen stuff before you left the rest.

“Have a seat anywhere” you said as Sam and Dean sat.

“Uh drink?” You asked.

“No thank you” Sam smiled.

“I’m ok” Dean nodded.

“Got mine” your mum said holding up her cup.

“Ok” you said sitting down awkwardly.

“Geez introduce me at least” your mum huffed.

“Yes right sorry um” Sam chuckled lightly.

“Mum this is- this is Dean my-“ you faltered glancing to him as he smiled warmly.

“Mate” Dean finished.

“Dean in the flesh” your mum said smiling.

“My brother Sam” Dean said as Sam gave a little wave.

“Ilene” your mum said. You nodded hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

“I uh-“ you gulped nerves on edge. You tried to gather your thoughts but you were over whelmed.

“Im sorry to show up like this” Dean said his calming pheromones reaching your nose.

“No, no it’s fine I’m-“ you stuttered a bit.

“She’s processing” your mum gave you a comforting smile and you nodded.

“I would’ve messaged you before hand, I don’t have your number though” Dean added.

“It’s ok” you said.

“How’s it going?” You said awkwardly.

“Sam let me show you the farm” Your mum said suddenly.

“Mum-“ you frowned getting up to help her.

“Oh shut up, I’m not that old yet” she huffed and you gave a worried look.

“Talk” she whispered holding your hands.

“Just talk” she smiled slowly walking outside with Sam.

“My mum-“ you stopped.

“She’s sick” Dean said and you nodded.

“I can sense it” Dean said and you nodded. Anytime someone got terminally ill their scents would change, their normal scent with something wrong and dull, just a reminder. You sat down again by Dean avoiding eye contact.

“Im sorry” you said feeling tears again and Dean shuffled and held your hand.

“Why?” He asked.

“Everything I did” you sighed wiping your eyes with your free hand.

“You didn’t do anything” he smiled.

“What, what happened when I left?” You muttered and he tensed a little.

“I was in a feral state for weeks, I didn’t snap out of it I was avoiding my emotions my feelings, then one day I crawled out of that hole, I swore to myself I’d see you and be normal when I did, I did everything they said, I took my lessons everyday, my medication every day and it got easier, it felt real like I was going somewhere” he smiled.

“I was allowed to call Sam within my last month, we talked an hour a day before I was finally released. To see him all grown up, successful, a mate and a big house. I was so happy I got him out” he added as you clenched his hand.

“I stayed at his house in their spare room, one of their spare rooms” he chuckled.

“I got a phone, an ID, credit card, I learned how to use my phone better. I downloaded Facebook and looked you up” he admitted a tinge on his cheeks.

“Why didn’t you send me a request?” You asked chuckling.

“I was worried about stalking” he blushed and you laughed softly.

“It’s stalking when you don’t send a friend request” you teased and he huffed.

“Sam finally found you somehow I don’t know he won’t tell me” Dean huffed.

“He’s a lawyer isn’t he?” You asked and he nodded.

“Some big time one” Dean chuckled.

“I was so nervous the whole way here, seeing you for the first time in months, I almost didn’t come” he sighed softly.

“I’m happy I did though” he smiled looking to you. You kept his gaze admiring his green forest eyes.

“I never stopped dreaming about you” he chuckled embarrassed.

“Neither” you muttered and he frowned lightly.

“I googled it actually” you chuckled.

“Mates once they meet, have dreams about each while away from one another, like a mind connection thing, I don’t know, doctors can’t explain it” you shrugged.

“But you’re here now” you whispered and he smiled.

“I’m here now”

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In Progress/Future/Potential Fics

This is more for my own reference than anything. Just to keep track of the fics I’m planning to write. I don't include posting dates anymore, as my schedule is more unreliable now, but this list is in the order I plan to write things.

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Key:

😈 - Smutty Thoughts

🔥 - Strictly Foreplay or Not Really Full-Blown Smut

💦  - Smut

💥 - Arguing Between the Pairing

💔 - Angst

💕 - Fluff

❤️‍🩹 - Hurt/Comfort

🐺 - A/B/O Dynamics

⚔️ - Historical AU

In Progress:

1. Corruption (Request): part 2 & 3 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - NOT related to 'the Claim' - a sheltered omega reader with no real knowledge about presentations, heat/rut cycles etc.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

Future Fics:

1. Arthur Request 💦

Red Dead Redemption - Arthur fingering the Reader with his leather gloves on.

2. Arthur Request 💦

Red Dead Redemption - High Honor Arthur with a shy, virgin Reader

3. Coveted (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💔💦

The Walking Dead - You and Rick have an agreement to help each other through your respective heats and ruts. It’s never been anything more than that, despite how much you wished for the opposite. After arriving in Alexandria, Rick decides that it's time your arrangement comes to an end and you reluctantly try to move on from the feelings you've developed for him. Nevertheless, jealousy ends up getting the better of you.

Sequel to Corruption.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

4. Heat 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - Daryl has always had his own subtle way of helping you in the buildup to your heats. Turning a blind eye when one of his shirts goes missing, letting you scent him in private moments away from the others… but after the loss of the prison, your heat hits again while you’re on the road and Daryl has to take a more hands-on approach to help you this time.

Alpha Daryl Dixon/Omega Fem!Reader - *you essentially replace Beth in the period after the group loses the prison.

5. Nattstemning 💦

The Walking Dead - When the group arrives in Alexandria, it's revealed that there aren't enough beds for you all to get your own, so some of you have to share. You get paired with Rick and his hands tend to wander in his sleep. My first attempt at the ‘there’s only one bed’ trope.

Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader.

6. The Devil in Me (Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔

Supernatural - Dean gave up on finding his true mate a long time ago. Considering the life he leads, he always thought it was better that way. It must be another one of life’s sick jokes that when he finally found you, it was while he bore the mark of Cain and right before he dies and comes back as a demon.

Demon!Dean/Deanmon, Mark of Cain Dean, Alpha Dean, Omega Reader, Female Reader.

7. The Claim (Rewrite) 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - A rewrite of the original that I intend to also make longer, with better pacing.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

8. Undone in Sorrow (Rewrite) 🐺💔

The Walking Dead - A rewrite of the original that I intend to have better pacing and an improved plot.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

9. Endzeitfragmente Part 3 (Untitled; Multi-Part Series) 🐺💦💔

The Walking Dead - Sequel to the Claim and Undone in Sorrow, that I intend to be much more of an AU following the events of All Out War and to conclude Rick and the Reader's story. Still in very early stages of plotting it out, but I plan for it to be a big deviation from the show after s8's events.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem! Reader.

10. Untitled Moon Knight Fic (Multi-Part Series) ⚔️💕❤️‍🩹💦💔

Moon Knight - Historical AU where you are the daughter of the King, who decides to marry you off to the mysterious Marc Spector who is keeping more secrets than you ever could have imagined. Arranged marriage; no MCU powers; takes inspiration from Henry VIII's reign and court; includes all three moon boys.

Marc Spector/Fem!Reader, Steven Grant/Fem!Reader, Jake Lockley/Fem!Reader.

Potential Fics:

These are fic ideas I've had that aren't high on my list in terms of priority and that I haven't seriously committed to writing. If any stick out to you, feel free to let me know that you're interested as it may make me more inspired to write them.

1. Shelter for My Soul 💕💔

Red Dead Redemption - In his final days, Arthur finds the time to slip away from camp and visit his family. As he takes it all in for the last time, he remembers the times you’ve all spent together.

Arthur/Fem!Reader - *You and Arthur are married and have children (but you have your own home and don’t live with the gang).

2. A Fine Night of Concealed Debauchery 💦

Red Dead Redemption - While the gang throws a party, a slightly drunk Arthur is playing poker and pulls you onto his lap. It isn't long before his hands start wandering under the table, making him quickly lose focus on the game.

Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader.

3. Dominance, Submission 🐺💦

The Walking Dead - You act recklessly (yet again), causing Rick to force you into submission and teach you a lesson. Light bdsm, set in the early prison era. A light sequel to ‘the Claim’ that can be read independently of it.

Alpha Rick Grimes/Omega Fem!Reader.

#Dean Winchester x Reader #alpha dean x omega reader #alpha!rick grimes x omega!reader #Daryl Dixon x reader #alpha!daryl Dixon x omega!reader #demon dean x reader #deanmon x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #arthur morgan x reader #rick grimes x reader

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The Ranger (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is trying to enjoy her vacation in the rainy forest in her cozy cabin when an unexpected heat comes on. But things turn dangerous fast and she needs the help of a local forest ranger to get out of it. But she wasn't expecting his help to include claiming her and being her true mate. Because something isn't right and her Alpha is keeping something from her...

Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, life threatening medical situation, angst

A/N: Please enjoy this first part!

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This was not an ideal situation. You’d finally done it and taken that solo vacation in the mountains. A cozy cabin in a retreat from the world. The trees had turned already and were bare but the damp, cloudy rainy day would have been perfect to curl up by the wood fireplace and get through that stack of books you’d been meaning to.

Except your heat, your heat that’d always been on schedule since you’d started having them, was three fucking weeks early. You didn’t have any medicine besides a few pain killers meant for headaches, not dangerous cramps, and the cabin only had basics meant for allergies or a cold. You needed heat suppressants soon if you didn’t want to go into a full heat. 

Which again, wasn’t an ideal situation since you didn’t have a flippin’ mate.

You could have tried to trek back to civilization through the winding dirt road but it’d taken two hours on the way in. Two hours of intense cramps? No way were you making that drive.

“Shit,” you said, walking slowly to the service room on the lower floor of the cabin where a radio at a table sat. Because of course you wanted to vacation somewhere without people, that meant no cell service either.

A rumble of cramps passed through you, warmth flaring your insides. You gritted your teeth and grabbed the radio, turning the frequency to the ranger station listed on the sheet on the table for emergencies.

“Hello, uh, forest service? I need help,” you said, closing your eyes as pain radiated up your spine. You frowned for a moment, the radio crackling. “Hello? I-”

“This is station 327, Ranger Winchester. What’s the emergency?” asked a strong, serious voice. You bit your bottom lip as you imagined he was an Alpha, your core quivering at the idea of getting a knot. “Mam? Please respond.”

“M-My heat’s early. It’s real bad and I have no medication. I-I’m in the Vrbo cabin off route 37, Mount Dusk I think it was called. I-”

“This line is for true emergencies. Your heat being a few days early and you being an unprepared Omega is not-”

“Listen asshole,” you snarled, gasping when your stomach threatened to curl in on itself. “It’s three fucking weeks early which everyone knows isn’t normal. I need a fucking heat kit, a strong one, or a fucking knot now and since I’m out here alone, all I got is your ass. So get me my shit and-FUCK!”

You dropped the radio as you bent over, falling to your knees. Something was wrong. Heat’s didn’t come on this fast, not even when you scented your true mate.

You could hear noise through the radio but your head was thrumming, your body grateful for the cold wood floor below you. It wasn’t possible to die from a heat, was it? If you let the fever go you supposed but it took days and days for that to happen and you’d only felt crappy for an hour. Yeah, you’d be just fine. This guy would bring you medicine and you’d be fine.

Right?

You blinked open your eyes when you heard glass break. Crap, you’d passed out for who knew how long. The overwhelming scent of Alpha hit you and despite the pain, you shot upright, staring at the man in the wet raincoat as he reached his hand through the broken pane and undid the lock. He froze when he saw you, his own scent shifting subtly. A hint of fear under the surface.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, raking his eyes over your sweat drenched body. He took off his backpack, pulling out a white box and a bottle of water, cautiously setting them on the ground and sliding them over to you.

“I look that bad, huh?” you said, ripping open the box and finding the medicine you needed, knocking it back with a swig of water. 

“You’re in heat and I don’t want to be accused of doing shit I didn’t,” he said. You narrowed your eyes, hand fisting in your own shirt over your stomach. That shouldn’t have been happening still. Heat medication worked instantly. “What’s-”

You fell over again, clutching your abdomen, head spinning, body going haywire at his scent.

“Please,” you whispered, finding his hard eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I-I need you to-”

“I can’t.” A wracked sob slipped past your lips as something in your broke, pain flooding every single cell. You just needed a knot and it would be bearable. He muttered to himself and quickly you were in strong arms, your own wrapping around him shakily. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I’ll pay you,” you whispered, hating how that sounded but he simply carried you out in the pouring rain, the cold air helping your skin not feel so hot.

“I’m on Novi-Alpha. If I knotted you,, you’d fucking die so I’m sorry but I can’t help you like that even if I wanted to.”

“I’m gonna die from this fucking fever anyways!” you shouted as he opened the backdoor of a rugged looking jeep. 

“One’s a chance, one’s a guarantee,” he said, setting you down, your arms still clinging to him. He eyed you, forcibly grabbing your wrists and pulling them away. “You will not die, understand me? Now let me get you to a hospital.”

You reached for him but he moved away too quickly, closing the door. He ducked into the cabin to retrieve his bag before he was behind the wheel.

“Honey Dusk Hospital is aware you’re in a dangerous heat,” he said, turning the jeep around and driving down the dirt road, way faster than you had.

“Don’t kill me in a fucking car accident on the way,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

“This vehicle is meant for these roads, unlike your car. We’ll be on route 37 in thirty minutes, at the hospital in forty five.” You threw your head back, his musky scent filling the small space. 

“Distract me,” you breathed out. “Fuck you smell so good. If you weren’t on Novi-Alpha, I’d climb you like a fucking tree.”

“Whoa lady. Calm down-”

“Don’t lady me. We’re like the same fucking age.”

“You say fucking a lot, you realize.”

“You have your insides tearing apart and tell me you wouldn’t be cursing-” You shouted, bracing yourself against the door panel, feeling him step on the gas harder. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

“...I have an idea,” he said quietly. You flashed open your eyes, looking at his incredible scruff covered jawline, his gaze focused on the bumpy, wet road ahead. 

“What? Are you a doctor? Are-”

“No. I only know my basic medical training.” He frowned, rounding a tight corner. “It’s probably not a heat and you’re just sick.”

“I know what a heat feels like thank you very much.” You shivered violently, the ranger sighing. “What’s your name?”

“Dean Winchester. Try to rest. We’ll be there soon.”

The ranger’s suggestion to rest had, shockingly, not worked. By the time you were speeding down this small town’s streets, you were shaking so hard you literally couldn’t stop. Dean had reached back more than once as he drove with a handheld thermometer, muttering a few f-bombs to himself.

At least he wasn’t the one with a hundred and five temperature. A hundred and five and a half to be exact. You were pretty sure your heat was about to boil the fuck out of you and kill you within the next hour.

Dean said something but you didn’t hear him over your screaming. The next thing you knew he was ripping open the door and running inside a hospital with you in his arms, nearly tripping into a stretcher where a team was waiting.

“She’s fucking dying,” he said as he set you down, the team of doctors and nurses rushing you into a side room.

“You said this heat came on suddenly?” he asked Dean, someone sticking a thermometer in your ear.

“106. She’s too hot,” called out the nurse, the doctor near Dean rushing over, the team suddenly pushing you out of the room and down the hall. You were shoved through a pair of double doors into a bathroom, a silver high walled tub in the corner. 

“I got her,” said Dean, lifting you up and plunging you into an icy cold bath. You screamed as it burned your fiery skin, his hands on your shoulders forcing you to stay inside. “Look at me. Look at me.”

You couldn’t get the words out, taking in his green emerald eyes for the first time. His scent was still all around you, pine trees and vanilla beans, a cozy campfire and aged whiskey, fresh tobacco and soft linen. Your brain went fuzzy, blood pumping in your ears, thrumming in time with your heart. Was it getting slower? Your eyes were getting heavier, that was for sure. 

But he smelled so pretty, so…homey. Rugged. Yours.

“We’re losing her!” someone shouted, just as one last image of his concerned face crossed your mind.

You felt strangely…blissed out when you woke. Satisfied, like you were after being on the receiving end of a knot but also relaxed and floaty, like when you finished a heat. It wasn’t exactly a problem your heat had passed but you remembered a whole lot of pain and a high fever which wasn’t normal. 

So what the fuck had happened?

You stretched in bed and sat up, a doctor in a white coat stepping into the room with a smile.

“Y/N! Glad to see you awake. It’s been a few hours. How are you feeling?” he asked, gently taking your wrist and checking your pulse. 

“Uh, pretty good actually. I take it my heat’s gone?” He hummed, raising your arm up, feeling under your armpit.

“Yes. There’s not many cases a year but some Omegas do unfortunately have a negative reaction.” The doctor put two fingers to your bonding gland on your neck, your eyes narrowing. Why would he be feeling that? 

“What are you doing?” you asked as he pulled them back, glancing at a monitor. 

“Just checking your bond is healing.” You stared at him, the doctor glancing down with a sigh. “You don’t remember, do you? What happened before you passed out in the tub?”

“I remember being dumped in ice cold water and a whole lot of people shouting but that’s it.” 

“You didn’t pass out immediately. We determined while you were on the way here that your heat was triggered by the fact you came into contact with your true mate. Ordinarily, you would have picked up on this yourselves but your Alpha is on medication that has strong side effects. Namely, he was only vaguely aware of who you were through scent but there was no desire to mate as would be the norm. For you, unfortunately there is no recognition on a level that you’re aware of. You understandably would not know you went into heat early because of your true mate.”

You reached a hand up to your bonding gland, wide eyed when you felt…something. You flew out of bed, the doctor trying to stop you but you were quickly in the small bathroom, staring in the mirror.

“What the fuck is that!” you shouted. On your neck was a fresh, pink, bite mark. Someone had fucking claimed you. You angrily spun around, the doctor holding up his hands. “What kind of hospital is this! I’m suing the fuck out of you and this whole place!”

You caught a whiff of something…delectable, an Alpha’s scent somewhere close by. It calmed you, ever so briefly, the doctor sighing. 

“The man that brought you in-”

“The ranger guy.”

“Yes he…well he…there’s no easy way to say this. He is your true mate. Ordinarily we would have used medication to mimic your true mate’s scent but seeing as he was there…when he was told he would be able to claim…” he said as you stalked out, eye twitching. “We were losing you and receiving a claim bite from your true mate was the fastest way to bring your fever down. In emergency situations, true mates are allowed to make medical choice for you if you’re unable-”

“He wasn’t my mate then,” you growled.

“Physically, no but on a metaphysical level, yes. Frankly, the health of my patient, you, is all I care about. We’d like to observe you a few more hours before discharging.” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“So my heat is magically gone and some random dude hanging out in the hall is now my Alpha?” 

“That’s the more blunt way of putting it. We’ll send home medication to suppress your urges to mate physically. Your Alpha will be unable to knot you until he has completed his Novi-Alpha prescription.” 

“And when will that be?” you asked, tilting your head. The doctor frowned. “When?”

“...You don’t know what Novi-Alpha is prescribed for, do you. That is a discussion for you and your Alpha.” You wanted to argue but he lifted his chin. “Please let me finish my examination and determine if your heat had any consequences.”

Three hours later they finally let you leave, a white baggie in hand that held a bottle of pills you were to take once a week for the foreseeable future. There were well over a hundred inside which made you more than queasy.

What the fuck was Novi-Alpha and why did a guy that looked more than healthy need to be on it?

You frowned when you stepped outside under the covered front entrance, the ranger standing from where he sat on a bench. 

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?” 

“I didn’t give you permission to claim me.” His scent shifted, an edge to it you didn’t like. He narrowed his eyes, a frown growing on his otherwise handsome face. “Oh, don’t you start on that we’re true mates shit. You didn’t ask for my consent.”

“Excuse me but you were the one begging for it,” he quipped back. He took a few steps away like he was heading for the sidewalk, suddenly turning on a dime and getting in your face. He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw. “You don’t feel…this and I get that it’s my fault. I barely feel it myself. And I frankly don’t care about your consent. My mate was five minutes away from death.”

“Oh, I did not sign up for some toxic asshole,” you said, shaking your head. You took a step, Dean grabbing your wrist. He looked ready to snarl, lip curling up. 

“True mates are never, ever bad mates. Stop hating me for saving you.”

“I don’t even fucking know you. This whole situation is your damn fault in the first place.” He twitched his eye, yanking on your arm so you stepped forward. “Get off, ass-”

“I am your Alpha and I’m taking you home,” he said, tugging you along after him, your feet cold on the wet ground, socks already soaked through. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you growled. Dean whipped around and in a second, you were tossed over his shoulder. “Dean! Put me down!”

“You’ll wear yourself out if you don’t calm down.” You growled, punching his back twice. You raised your fist again but felt dizzy, your hands instead gripping him tightly. “Did you listen to the doctors at all? You need to take it easy.”

“Just take me to my cabin,” you grumbled. He didn’t speak again, only grunted once when he opened the passenger door of his truck to slide you inside. You were too tired to deal with this crap. You’d go back to the cabin, sleep for a solid twelve hours and figure out this mate crap tomorrow. 

The roads were unfamiliar as Dean drove in silence, winding and twisting as he drove away from town and off a small road. It was a gravel road unlike the one to your cabin but you perked up when you saw a cabin in a small clearing after only a few minutes. 

“Uh, that’s not my cabin,” you said. Dean put the truck in park, turning it off. “I was out on Mount-”

“This is my house…our house,” he mumbled the last part. You shook your head at him, Dean rolling his eyes. “You need rest, not to sit in a car for hours. I’ll get your shit from that rental and bring it here. We’ll figure out the rest of your crap from wherever you’re from later.”

“Excuse me? We’re mates, as much as that appalls me. We make decisions like where to live together. I have a job, a life-”

“We live here. End of discussion,” he growled. His scent was raw, twitchy. There was no room for arguing. You were ready to fight back but you forced yourself to calm down. He was your true mate and as much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. True mates were never bad to one another. He wouldn’t harm you but good god was this guy protective. 

You frowned when he held up a finger to you and got out. He threw up his hood, rain coming down harder. In a flash he was at your door, picking you up bridal style and rushing you over to a covered porch. He set you down to unlock the door, flipping a light switch before he stepped back. You walked past him, surprised to find the cabin quite spacious and modern.

He disappeared behind you, returning with your white paper bag, now wet. His boots were removed and you peeled off your soaked through socks, following him slowly as he went to the open kitchen area on the right. The bag was set down, Dean moving to his fridge and taking a few things out.

It was open concept, kitchen on the right, living room on the left, a dining table in the front by the windows. There was a hallway in the back and one off the kitchen, probably leading to bedrooms and a garage. A large fireplace was nestled in the corner of the living room and you saw Dean cross into your vision, going to it to toss in a few logs. 

Honestly, it was nicer than your rental had been.

Once he had a fire going, he turned back to where you stood on the front rug, water dripping off of you. His lips pressed into a thin line, looking you up and down not like an Alpha would his Omega. No, he was being very clear. 

You were the stray that’d followed him home he hadn’t wanted. 

“I don’t have to be here,” you said when he approached, staring up at his dark eyes. “This isn’t normal. We’re supposed to be all over each other and clearly we’re not. We-”

“There’s a stew going on the stove. It’ll be ready in an hour. Just leave it alone.” He put a hand on the small of your back, walking you down to the back hall, motioning you to the last door on the left. He flipped on a light, cascading you into a cozy bedroom with soft white bedding and a dark green flannel blanket on top. 

He cleared his throat and went to a closet, pulling out a few pieces including a t shirt, hoodie, sweatpants and pair of boxer briefs. 

“You should warm up in the shower. Bathroom is right there. The laundry room is on the other side of the house, near the kitchen and garage. It’s coming down harder so it’ll take me a few hours to get to the rental and back here. You should-”

“Take it easy. Yeah, I got that.” He nodded, pausing at the bedroom door with his back to you. 

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve it.” You quirked your eyebrow up.

“You’re my Alpha. We’re soulmates. I guess this is supposed to happen.” He was still, the air thick. “I…listen I know I was…I wish I’d been aware of what I’d been saying but…”

He smelled tense, his hand in a tight fist by his side. What the fuck was up with this guy?

“Whether we like it or not, we’re mates,” you said gently. “When you get off that medicine, it’ll feel different-”

“I can never get off it and I can never knot you. You’ll never feel a damn thing for me.” Then he was gone, tearing down the hall and out the front door before you could even move. 

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine that he was right. 

Your feet moved on autopilot to the bathroom, stripping out of the wet clothes and standing in front of the nicely tiled shower. In seconds you were under hot water, cascading down your back, through your hair. Fingers reached up to your neck, rubbing over your bond.

There were no sparks or flurry in your veins. You were supposed to be able to feel Dean, feel your connection, feel his soul.

But there was nothing. All you felt was empty.

You couldn’t feel the other part of your soul and he blamed himself.

“Fuck that,” you said, quickly finishing and getting dressed in the clothes aside from the sweatpants that were too long.

You found his computer in one of the spare bedrooms, stealing it along with a notepad and pen. Out in the kitchen, you settled into a seat at the island and drew a line down the middle of the pad. One side for information about Dean, the other Novi-Alpha.

With a quick stretch, you cracked open the laptop and got to work.

Three Hours Later

It was dark by the time headlights flashed through the front windows. The computer said it was just after six thirty and you knew you were about thirty seconds away from an argument. Ah, what a wonderful way to spend your first night with your Alpha.

Out of view you heard the door leading from the garage to the house crack open, wet boots against the tile in the mudroom. 

“I’m back!” he called from around the corner. “We’ll unpack your stuff tomorrow. How was…”

Your eyes darted over to the hallway he exited from, his socked feet padding his footfalls on the woode floors that covered the rest of the house. He stared at where you had his laptop, a charger plugged into the side of the island, a stack of papers next to you, your notepad, pen, three different highlighters and a cup of coffee.

“Are…are you working?” He asked, face souring. “You should be resting. I thought you were here on vacation anyways.”

“I am and this isn’t work related.” He narrowed his eyes, not saying anything as he went to the sink on the other side of the island to wash up. 

“Did you eat yet?” You shook your head, typing some more. A heavy sigh left him. He went to a cabinet, pulling out two large bowls. “You really should have eaten something. You nearly died this morning. Your school project can wait.”

“I’m not in college,” you said, jotting down a few more notes before you saved what you’d been working on and signed out of your account. You closed the screen, watching water trail down from his wet hair and soaking his shirt collar. “Why are you wet?”

“Because there’s a thunderstorm outside. It rains here most days,” he said dryly, giving you a side glare as he walked the two bowls of stew over to the kitchen table. You cocked your head at him as you got up, Dean quickly retrieving utensils. “What?”

“You parked in the garage just now and my cabin was far enough away that you’d be dry. Where’d you stop on the way back?” He slammed the drawer shut, eye twitching. “Strike a nerve?”

“I asked you to do one thing. One thing. Rest. And y-you’re writing a research paper or some crap? Sit down and eat your damn dinner.” You would have told him off but truth be told, you were starving a bit. You took your bowl and moved it to the seat across from his, Dean angrily setting down a spoon. A few moments later, a large glass of water was in front of you and he had a bottle of beer on his placemat. Dean sat with a loud thud, shoveling a large spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Why are you wet?” you asked again, crossing your arms. 

“Why does it matter? Fucking eat.” You leaned back, Dean dropping his spoon in the bowl. “Really? This is how it’s gonna be? I’ve been nothing but nice-”

“If this is you nice then I’d hate to see you mean.” You raised your chin, picking up the spoon. “I’ve always heard alpha’s protective instincts are unmatched. You can barely feel whatever this bond is and you’re so worked up-”

“I almost watched you die today.” You closed your eyes and sighed. A small noise made you open your eyes, Dean sliding a small white box over to you. You frowned, lips parting when you saw the newest iPhone inside. “I got you a phone on the account your other one was in your pocket when you took your artic dip. I rushed to the store before they closed. That is why I’m wet. I’d never want you to feel like you’re trapped here, especially when you can’t feel our ‘whatever bond.’”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the rain on the roof, the clanking of spoons and the quiet thrum of a soft rock station in the living room.

He seemed…stressed. Maybe you should wait for the morning to bring up what you’d found.

But you didn’t get the chance when he picked up and glanced at your notepad. Green eyes scanned over the pages before he gathered up everything you’d been working on.

And tossed it straight into the fireplace.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing over as he stopped you in your tracks. He leered down, eyes dark. “That was-”

“You will delete everything you saved on that computer. Now.”

“You can’t-” He gripped your arm tight, so hard he was shaking it.

“Do it or I will make your life hell.” He released you, spinning you around towards the computer. You didn’t believe he’d hurt you. True mates were incapable of it. But you didn’t want to tempt him anymore than you already had.

Ten minutes later, your backup was gone and after a through examination by Dean, he took the computer and tossed it into the fireplace as well.

“I know you have questions,” he said quietly, back to you as the flames danced around the melting device. “I never should have gone hiking this morning. You caught my scent in the wind and-”

“Why would you go hiking in the pouring rain? It was raining this morning too. I had my coffee under the covered porch but it was coming down like bullets. No one would be out there willingly.” He turned and faced you, eyes roaming over your body, stuck on how his boxer briefs molded to your legs.

“In another life, we could have been happy. I would have given you everything you asked for. But not this one. I will keep you safe but that is all we are. We don’t get our happy ever after until we’re both dead.”

You swallowed, stepping into the living room, stopping a few feet away. “You hurt my arm just now.”

“I know,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again as long as you don’t do stupid things.”

You were getting angry again, Dean holding up his hands. “Stupid shit like try to know my new Alpha who just left me all alone? Sorry for trying to look up your damn social media. Asshole.”

Dean dropped his hands and went back to the fireplace, poking the computer with a poker, shaking his head.

“The more in the dark you are-”

“I’m a corporate forensic analyst, Dean,” you said, Dean’s shoulders stiffening. “Those notes on the computer? In that pad? Those articles? You can burn them all but it’s in my head. I don’t need the internet anymore to figure out what’s going on.”

“And what does your analysis tell you?” he grit out.

“Novi-Alpha is a cancer medication specifically for Alphas. But you don’t have it and never have. So why would an otherwise healthy Alpha take it? Well, it apparently has other uses that the public doesn’t know about…if you’re willing to live with the side effects. Side effects like knotting becoming a deadly activity to the person on the receiving end. The inability to feel your mate. Scent changes. And my personal favorite, if taken without the binding agent that’s given for cancer treatment, it changes your DNA coding without changing your DNA. Apparently law enforcement doesn’t want that news to get out there because it’s a bitch to catch people if they find out they can change their DNA on tests.”

You grabbed his arm and made him face you, a loud crack of thunder echoing in the room. Dean breathed calmly, eyes finding yours.

“Why are you taking medicine to change your DNA?”

“Because I did something bad, Y/N.” He got closer, pressing his chest to yours, forcing you to tilt your head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Fingers brushed over your cheek, thumb swiping over the curve of it slowly. “Because your true mate is a monster. And once you know the truth, you’ll want to run away…and I don’t think I’m strong enough to let you go.”

The air was thick with his scent, dark yet pleasant. Painful even. You leaned into his touch, Dean’s green eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Novi-Alpha prevents Omegas from feeling their true mate. But I know you feel me.” You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “You have to tell me the truth eventually.”

“No I don’t,” he whispered. 

“You’ll tell me,” you said, opening your eyes, Dean’s hand sliding down to your mark. “Because I’m in danger if you don’t.”

He shook his head, pulling away from you. “Don’t pull that crap, Y/N. You’re safer not knowing.”

“Right. That’s why you burned everything just now.” He looked up, like someone else would magically tell him what to do. “You need to protect me. It’s your job. So you have to tell me the truth, Alpha. You have to.”

He laughed quietly, running a hand through his damp hair. “Using my title to get what you want. Manipulative. Maybe you were meant for me.”

“Dean-”

“The Ranger.” You raised your eyebrows at him, Dean wandering to the dark window.

“Uh, what? This is because you’re a forest ranger?” He laughed again, crossing his arms.

“No. I do that because…it’s a pretty isolated job. Small town work.” He looked to his right, a sad smile on his face. “The Ranger. That was my name when I had a different job.”

“That’s not a name…” you said, Dean shrugging. “What’d you do when you were The Ranger?”

He smirked, meeting your curious gaze. “Have you ever killed anyone?” 

He slowly stalked back to you, tilting his head. He leaned in close, glancing at your lips. “N-No, can’t say I have.”

“Ever kill an animal?”

“I hit a squirrel with my car once. I cried all night for that.” Dean rested his forehead against yours, his scent rolling off of him in powerful waves. “D-Do you hunt animals?”

“No.” He brushed his lips to the shell of your ear, his pulse strangely calm. “Now people, that’s a different story.”

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[holylulusworld]

Passion by heat

Summary: The encounter with the shifter caused more than trouble.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: language, a/b/o, heat, slick, sex toys, smut, doggy style, little manhandling, marking, mating, claiming

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Silence is greeting Dean when he hammers against your door. He calls your name, waiting for an answer.

“Y/N! Sweetheart you didn’t leave your room for three days. I got food and water for you,” Dean sighs as you still don’t answer. “I know you are still mad at me, but please eat something.”

He presses his ear against your door, listening closely only to hear a tiny whimper escape your lips. You press your hand over your mouth, hoping Dean doesn’t realize what’s going on inside your room.

“Y/N,” his voice sounds a little deeper and rougher now. “Open the door or I’ll take it down! I’m not joking. You will get out of the room and have some food.”

“I can’t—” you bite your hand, hoping to keep the noises wanting to escape your throat inside. “Go away.”

“No can-do sweetheart,” Dean mutters under his breath. He’s already picking your lock, ignoring that you try to keep him out of your room. “I’m going to check on you now. I hope you are dressed—”

His jaw drops and he growls low in his throat watching you frantically run your vibrator up and down your folds. “GET OUT!” Your snarl at Dean.

“Oh-fuck me,” his eyes drop to your soaked cunt when you shove the toy inside. “Don’t do this to me, sweetheart. I can’t…shit…” A throaty purr leaves his lips. He slams the door shut with his boot; eyes glued to your exposed sex. “What happened?”

He sniffs in all directions, almost creaming his pants as your overwhelming scent hits him. “I-I’m in heat. You need to go.” You growl now. “You smell too good, Dean. I’m going to…”

“You are going to what?” He tugs at his suddenly too-tight pants. “Shit…what are you going to do?”

“Let you fuck me if you don’t go now,” you throw the toy at Dean. He easily catches the toy. Dean holds it in front of his face to sniff at it. “Dean…don’t do this…”

“I can’t,” he pants heavily. “Fuck.” Your eyes widen when Dean darts his tongue out to lick your juices off the toy. “Shit…” He drops the toy to the ground and stalks toward the bed.

“Dean…”

“No,” he snarls when you try to close your eyes. “Keep them open. I want to see your pretty cunt.”

Dean dips his knee into the mattress and slowly crawls toward you. He pushes his face between your legs to nuzzle your cunt. “Dean, what are you doing? W-e can’t d-o this…” You fist his hair to press his face into your sex. “Dean…”

“Let me just,” he curses loudly when you start grinding against his face. “You’re naughty.” Dean grips your thighs to keep you from moving. “We have all the time later.” He looks up at you from between your legs. “Now you need a knot. You’re already on the edge and your body feels hot.”

“You’re making me hot,” you grasp for his shirt and use all your strength to drag him on top of your body. “So hot…alpha. You need to take care of the problem you caused.”

“Sweetheart, I’m on it.” He captures your lips in a soft kiss. His alpha is ready to mate and breed but Dean tries to hold his instinct back. “How come you’re in heat?”

“The shifter and you…and…” you fist his shirt. “He wanted to mate me, and my omega wants you to mate her.”

He growls against your lips. “You make it hard for me to hold back. If you don’t stop me, you end up filled with my knot.”

You whimper at his promise. Dean paws at your body, holding you down by your arms to look you deep in the eyes. “Do it. Give me your knot.”

He releases a shuddery breath.

You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction. “Sweetheart,” he growls and manhandles you onto your belly. “You’re going to be mine. This,” he slaps his hand between your legs to toy with your clit, “will be mine.”

Dean nips at your neck, teeth grazing your mating gland. “Do it.”

He chuckles at your eagerness. You grind against his fingers, soaking his digits with your slick. “You’re so needy,” he removes his hand, making you whine at the loss. “I’m going to always have you full of cock.”

You feel him shift behind you. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants to free his aching cock. “K-not,” you growl low in your throat. Slick runs down your thighs, and you drool scenting the alpha you always wanted. “Now.”

“I wanted to go easy on you because of all the things happening but now-“ Dean pounces on you, he wiggles his hips and pushes his cock between your pussy lips. “I’ll fuck you into the mattress. You will feel your alpha in your bones.”

You make an odd noise, and then you gush all over his cock. “Oh—god.”

“Did you just cum untouched?” He growls and ruts against you. “Fucking perfect.” Dean angles his hips to push the tip in. The alpha mounts you from behind and fills you with one hard thrust. “I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll pass out on me.”

You bite the pillow when his thick length splits you open. “Dean…” You purr. “More. Give me more.”

“I’m on it, sweetheart,” he starts moving his hips. “You’ll cum again and again tonight. I won’t let up until you give me at least two orgasms.”

He pants in your neck, cursing your name while praising your cunt. Dean can’t believe he denied himself the pleasure of fucking you.

"Now that you took all of me, I’m going to make you moan my name,”  Dean slowly slides back out of your slicked cunt. He groans feeling your warmth welcoming him when he pushes back in.

He pants heavily and tries to hold back as best as he can but the needy moans and the way your cunt grips his cock let him lose all control.

Dean starts to piston his dick in and out of you, whispering filthy words with every deep thrust. Your walls tighten around him, grip him even tighter the moment he moans your name. “DEAN…alpha!”

 His teeth sink into your neck, sending sparks of pleasure and pain through your whole being. You cum all over him, his name on your lips. “Sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna knot you now.” Dean licks over the wound he left. “Now…baby…omega…”

“No scratching the wound,” Dean tuts. “It needs to heal first.” He presses a soft kiss to the now bandaged mark he left. “Let our bond do this. It will help you heal faster.”

“We mated,” you sniffle and hide your face in Dean’s chest. “Dean, what did we do? Sex is one thing, but you claimed me!”

“I claimed my omega. There is nothing wrong with claiming your mate,” he kisses your temple. “The only problem is…”

You look at Dean with teary eyes. “What is the problem?”

“We need to decide who tells Sammy we are mated and that he’ll need noise-reducing headphones from now on.”

You chuckle. That’s just Dean. “You. Because you picked my lock.”

“I’ll do it again.” He grins darkly. “Over and over again…”

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

All She Wants, Part Three (Finale)

Summary: Dean’s experience with the wrong hormone suppressants makes him feral. The only person who can get him out of it and save his life is Y/N, the omega he had been mating with for years until she left six months ago. Without a claim and with no prospects of Dean ever giving her one, Y/N finally had enough and broke the bond they’d forged in their years together and left him, but with Sam now begging her to go to Dean and save his life, will she go, or will she leave the green-eyed alpha to his biological fate?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Alpha Gone Feral for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: dub con claiming, omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, feral alpha, agitation, aggression, smut, rough sex, biting, oral sex (f rec), fingering, p in v sex, hair pulling, heavy angst, aftercare, fluff

Word Count: 4.1k

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Y/N’S POV

The knocking on your motel room door startles you, and you grab your gun from the waistband of your jeans and cautiously step towards the door. Flicking the safety off, you place the barrel onto the wood and cautiously open it just enough to see who’s on the other side.

“Sam? Cas?” you gasp, throwing the door open wider.

“You should be more careful, Y/N. We could be demons or shapeshifters or any other kind of monster,” Cas speaks first, and you blink at him, amused, as always, by his directness.

“Nice to see you, too, Cas,” you smirk, opening the door wider to let them in.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam says as he leans down to hug you. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too, Sam,” you smile as you close the door behind them. You know whatever this unplanned visit is, it’s about Dean.

“You seem healthy,” Cas states, tilting his head to the side and frowning as if searching for something. “And yet—”

“So!” Sam interrupts quickly. “How have you been?”

“Fine…” You narrow your eyes at the alpha’s strange behaviour. “This isn’t a social visit, is it?” You finally ask.

“No,” Cas confirms, and you don’t know if you’re glad he’ll get straight to the point or if you’d prefer Sam to dance around it all a little more.

“Dean.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. You knew from the way your stomach dropped the second you saw them that this wasn’t a good news visit.

“I asked Cas to find you,” Sam said softly.

You and the younger Winchester have stayed in touch since you left the bunker, but you agreed you wouldn’t tell him where you were, and he wouldn’t ask. It was one thing for Dean to find out they were talking, but it’d be another entirely if he knew Sam knew where she was.

“What happened?” Your mind goes to the worst possible scenario, and you try to fight the rising nausea. 

“Dean has been taking store bought suppressants,” Sam says, and you feel your blood boil.

“What? Why? Why would he be so goddamn stupid? Did he know what they’d do to an alpha in his situation?” you fume at the men as you pace the threadbare carpet.

“No. He knew they weren’t suitable long-term, but the side effects he experienced weren’t typical,” Cas answered.

“I thought it was a mix of the drugs and rejection sickness and that it’d ease over time,” Sam says calmly and quietly. “But I think he suffered some kind of chemical reaction to them, and by the time I found out what he was taking, it was too late.”

“Too late? Sam, what are you saying?” You’re terrified of what he’s so anxious to tell you.

“He’s feral, Y/N,” Cas finally puts you out of your misery, and while it’s bad news, it’s not the worst thing they could’ve told you. “But I don’t understand why you are not.”

It’s not an accusation. The angel is just curious about alphas who mate with but don’t claim omegas. To his literal knowledge, an alpha finds an omega, they mate, there’s a claim, an unbreakable bond, and pups. Your situation with Dean had always intrigued the celestial being.

“Because I’ve been taking the suppressants I should. Prescribed by a doctor. Why didn’t he do the same thing?” Contrary to the angel’s question, yours is accusatory as you look between Sam and Cas.

“You know what he’s like, Y/N. He doesn’t talk about these things, and I didn’t know until a few days ago. He’s been overcome with guilt for how he treated you, and I think…” Sam trails off, noticing from the look on your face that you know what he was alluding to.

“You think this is some kind of self-sacrifice?” you ask in disbelief. Dean is well known for his self-depreciation, and it’s something you’ve seen and heard from him many times, but this? “No… No, I don’t believe that. Why would he put himself through that just to go feral anyway? Why not just lie down and let it happen on its own?”

“You really want me to answer that?” Sam asks, and you frown.

“Sam, you can’t be serious! Dean is not doing this to punish himself for hurting me. There’s no way,” you argue, but you know the green-eyed alpha better than he knows himself. It does sound like something he’d do to himself—some kind of fucked up repentance for his behaviour.

Sam only shrugs, and you sigh, knowing you’ve both come to the same conclusion.

“So, what? You want me to go to him? Get him out of this mess?”

“You’re his mate. Only you can get him back from this,” Cas says, and you laugh bitterly, taking the angel by surprise.

“I bet Dean loves that!” you scoff. “Anytime I told him that like it or not, we’re mates, he shot me down in flames!”

“I know he hurt you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, and Dean knows it too. He told me not to look for you. That he doesn’t deserve your help, but I’m asking you to think about it. Please?”

“I don’t know, Sam. If I go to him, you know what it means, right?” you check, not convinced either of them fully understand what they’re asking of you.

“I do,” Sam responds.

“And you know it’s pretty much a done deal that he’ll claim me in his feral haze? And then when he comes to, he’ll regret it and reject me? You’re asking me to sacrifice myself for him? Because I won’t survive his rejection, you both know that, right?”

“He’d never reject you, Y/N,” Cas confirms what you know in your heart, but it brings no comfort.

“Oh, because a forced claim and being stuck with someone who doesn’t want me is a better fate than dying from rejection!”

“He does want you. He loves you. He just can’t—” Sam starts, but you interrupt with a scoff.

“Give me what I want. I know, Sam. He’s told me that so many times it’s imprinted in my memory!” You huff, quickening your pacing.

You want to say no. You want to protect yourself and your fragile heart that’s still trying to heal, but you know if you were the feral one, Dean would already be here, doing everything he could to get you through it—even claiming you just so you’d survive.

He doesn’t deserve to die, and yet, you don’t deserve to be someone’s mistake, but you can’t see any other option. If you don’t go to him, he’ll die. If you go to him, and he doesn’t reject you, you’ll be miserable, but you’ll both be alive.

“Fuck!” you yell in frustration. Once again, you feel that self-loathing that only Dean seems able to bring out of you. You hate yourself because you still love him even after everything, and you’d sacrifice everything to save him.

“Where is he?”

Walking up to the secluded cabin, you shiver at the deathly silence surrounding you. As if being this deep in the woods isn’t ominous enough, there isn’t even a bird chirping or an insect buzzing in the heavy air.

You’re so deep in the woods that the midday sun can’t even breach the trees. You drove as close as you could, but you’d had to abandon your car about a mile back. This is probably the safest house Bobby had ever found, and you have to admire Dean for choosing this one to hide out in.

Sam had given you the key. At first, you’d been shocked he’d lock Dean in with no way to escape, but you knew feral alphas aren’t to be taken lightly. There had been cases of ferals going on murder sprees, and the green-eyed hunter would never risk putting people in any kind of danger.

“Dean?” you call out as you knock on the door. “It’s Y/N. Sam found me. He said you need my help.” With no response, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for being too late, and put the key in the lock.

Pushing the door open slowly, the sour smell of Dean’s feral rut slams into you, and immediately your body begins to respond to the distressed alpha. Your skin tingles, heat floods your veins, and slick pools at your entrance. You’ve never been more grateful for a heat to come on as you are now. If it didn’t, Dean could seriously hurt or even kill you trying to get himself out of this.

“Omega,” Dean growls from the doorway of the bedroom and with one look at his bloodshot eyes, you know there’s little to no humanity in him right now.

“Alpha,” you whimper and bow your head in submission.

“Mine,” he groans in front of you, and you jump, having not heard him move across the room.

Dean buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, gasping as if he’d been suffocating, and your scent is his oxygen.

“My ‘mega,” Dean snarls and slams you against the wooden door. You whimper at the pain and remind yourself not to fight. If you fight, things could get ugly.

Pawing at your jeans, he tries to undo them, but in his desperation to get at you, he can’t grasp the little brass button and punches the wall next to your head in frustration.

“Hey,” you purr, placing a hand on his cheek and smiling as he leans into your touch, “It’s okay, Alpha. Let me.”

Loosening the button and pulling the zipper down, you kick off your shoes, slide the denim from your legs and step out of them. Moving to your shirt, you begin pulling at the material when Dean slaps your hands away.

“No!” he growls. “Mine.”

Dean isn’t gentle when he claws at your shirt, grabbing the neckline with both hands and ripping the cotton from your body. The groan that rumbles from his belly when your lace-covered breasts are exposed to his gaze has slick soaking through your underwear.

He wastes no time placing his lips on the tops of your breasts, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, marking you in a way he never has before. Dean pulls the cups of your bra down and quickly finds a hard nipple, and you groan from his overzealous assault.

You whine as the alpha pulls away from you, but before you can complain further, Dean lifts you on his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

“Strip,” he orders as he places you back on your feet, and you don’t dare disobey or take your time removing your bra and panties. 

“Good girl,” he praises as he takes his clothes off, and you wonder if just being here is making him a little less feral. “Get on the bed, Omega.”

Again, you don’t dare take your time and quickly crawl onto the bed and wait for his next instruction. Dean kneels at the bottom of the bed, pulls you down by your ankles, and pushes your knees down to the mattress.

“Mine,” he growls as the scent of your slick reaches him, and he lowers his head between your legs. He’s not gentle, anything but, and his longer stubble scratches and jabs at your soft, sensitive skin. It’s sore, yet you quickly fall apart on his mouth.

Before you fully come down from your high, Dean’s fingers are inside you, and he’s sucking and biting his way up your body. When this is over, your skin will be an interesting spectrum of colour; you can already see patches of red on your breasts from earlier, and Dean’s not done with them yet as he goes back to sucking and biting your nipples.

As your forced heat takes over, the pain from Dean’s bites and rough hands ease, and all you can feel and hear now is desire and pleasure and growls and snarls, and Dean, mumbling mine over and over again while his teeth nip at your neck.

“Present, Omega,” Dean growls as he pulls back from your body just enough to let you turn around. You crawl further up the bed and lean forward onto your elbows. You unintentionally wiggle your ass as you get comfortable in your new position, making Dean growl deeply and spank your round cheeks.

You feel his hands slide up your thighs and over your ass. His touch soothes and cools your heated skin. When he finally slams into your slick, aching pussy, it’s hard, rough, and deliciously painful.

Dean is fully feral, and there’ll be no stopping him until he comes out of the rut in five or six days. You know it won’t be pretty, and you won’t come out of this unscathed. At least your heat is making you feel like a wanton whore.

As your humanity is overtaken by omega, much like Dean’s is with alpha, your last thought is being grateful for being in a cabin in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere.

It’s been six days, and Dean still pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow. Your heat is starting to wane, but hasn’t subsided so much that you won’t still be pliable under his hands. Still, at least the heat fog is beginning to lift, and you hope it’s a sign that Dean’s rut is finally ending.

It took four knots to get him out of his feral state, but his rut is intense, and he’s insatiable. You suppose the combination of suppressants and being feral will do that to an alpha. 

“‘Mega,” Dean grunts as his hand slides up your spine and grips your neck. “So good for me, baby girl.”

His praise makes you purr, and you feel his hand slide from your neck into your hair and wrap his fist around it, making your body turn to jelly. Dean tugs your hair, and you’re forced to raise to your knees, your back pressed against his chest, and he pulls your head to the side by your hair, exposing your neck to him.

It’s already black and blue from the gnawing he’s been doing there this past week, but this is different. He’s scenting you and licking your mating gland and whining. Dean loves licking and kissing your neck, but not like this. It feels different. There’s a change in the atmosphere, and his thrusts are brutal and stuttered.

You try to move, try and get him away from you, but he snarls and yanks your hair painfully, keeping a hold of it so you can’t move.

“Dean,” you whimper, and he snarls again at the use of his name, and you know he’s not as far out of this rut as you’d hoped. “Alpha, please,” you beg, but it’s useless. He’s too far gone again. His mouth is sucking on your mating gland, and he’s growling and grunting as his knot swells and catches at your entrance.

“Please don’t do it, Alpha. It’s just the rut. You don’t want this… you don’t want me, please!” you cry. But as his knot slips inside, locking you together, your head falls back on his shoulder, and when his teeth break your skin, you scream your release and lose the little self-control you had earlier.

Coming down from your high, you notice that Dean is still latched onto you, and you can feel blood dripping down your neck. The sudden rush of hormones and pheromones from the claim makes you reach another orgasm, and this time, you take the alpha with you. Grunting and growling, Dean’s release coats your walls, and you let the blackness take over.

When you come to, you’re on your side, and Dean is cleaning and soothing the wound on your neck with gentle licks and soft kisses. You’re still locked together, and every twitch of his cock catches your G-spot and fills your womb with even more of his seed.

A brief thought that he could’ve gotten you pregnant crosses your mind, and you hope the fates aren’t so cruel as to have this be when you get your wish of pups; not like this.

The last week finally catches up with you, and the lullaby of Dean’s whines and whimpers, combined with his soft kisses, lull you into a deep sleep.

The sun’s warmth on your face begins to wake you from sleep. Your muscles feel heavy, and Dean’s lips caress your back and shoulders.

“Morning, Omega,” he rasps behind you, sliding a warm hand over your hip, and a pang of dread settles in your stomach. You’re tired, every muscle in your body is screaming at you, and your pussy is in agony from a week of rough pounding and knots courtesy of the alpha pulling you closer to his body. If he’s still not out of this rut, you don’t think you’ll survive another round.

“Don’t worry,” Dean chuckles. “I’m not feral anymore, and the rut has gone.”

You’re confused, wondering how he knew what you were thinking. You don’t think you groaned. In fact, you’re pretty sure you didn’t even move. Your body is too sore to even tense up.

Then you remember Dean claimed you and that he did it while in a feral rut. 

As your whole world comes crashing down around you, you do the one thing you’d rather die than do in front of Dean.

Cry.

DEAN’S POV

Devastation. That’s all he can feel radiating from the omega next to him. When he woke an hour ago, he’d been happier than ever. The second he claimed Y/N, there was a shift, and all felt right in the world.

He thought—naively, he now realises—Y/N would be happy. It’s what she wanted. What she needed, but the sheer anguish from her tells a different story. The worst part of all this is the shame he feels for claiming her without her consent and the knowledge that now, she’s stuck with him whether she wants to be or not.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay,” Dean tries to soothe her and presses his lips to her shoulder. “Y/N, look at me, please?” She remains on her side, facing away from him and crying, and the alpha in him takes over. His omega is in distress, and he needs to fix it. “Omega, look at me!” he growls lowly, and watches as Y/N obeys his order and timidly rolls onto her back.

Dean’s jaw drops, and he’s disgusted with himself as he takes in her abused torso. There are a couple of bites and bruises on her back and shoulders, but it’s nothing compared to what covers her neck, breasts and stomach. There’s so much bruising that barely any skin has been left unblemished. As he scans further down her body, he can see the same damage over the tops of her thighs and between her legs.

“Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I—” Dean can’t finish; he has no words for what he did to her. He immediately gets out of bed and fills the tub with hot water. There’s only so much he can do for her out here in the cabin, but the safe house is stocked with first aid supplies, medication and dry and tinned food. 

When the tub is full, he shuts off the water and walks back into the bedroom, seeing Y/N still lying on her back and seemingly void of all emotion. Whether it’s on purpose to shut him out or she’s in shock, Dean’s not sure.

Walking over, Dean lifts her from the bed and carries her into the bathroom. He lowers her into the hot water and bathes her gently, mumbling words of comfort, hoping she can hear him and that she can find it in her to forgive him.

Y/N’S POV

After tenderly bathing you, Dean left you to soak in the warm water a little longer, telling you there were clothes in the wardrobe and that he’d make something to eat.

“Please eat with me, omega. You need to get your strength up, and we need to talk,” Dean had begged before he left, closing the door but not fully so he could still keep an eye on you.

He was right; you do need to talk. And eat. You feel weak and lightheaded and desperately in need of something to take away the pain that’s pulsing through every inch of your body.

When the water has lost its warmth, you climb out and wrap yourself in a towel, avoiding the mirror in the corner. Dean’s reaction earlier is enough for you to know you’ll burst into tears if you see it for yourself. And you can’t bear to see his claim on your neck when it was given under duress.

Pulling clothes from the wardrobe, you choose the softest and biggest things you can find. You know from the smell that the sweats and t-shirt are Dean’s, but you’ve always gotten comfort from his scent, and you suspect you’ll get even more from it now.

Coming out of the bedroom, you follow the noise towards the main part of the cabin and find Dean spooning pasta into bowls in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks, stopping what he’s doing to give you his full attention.

“Sore,” you chuckle, pulling out a stool. You hiss and wince, the throbbing—and not the good kind—between your legs getting worse for a few seconds as you sit.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean… I hate that I was so rough. That I’ve hurt you,” Dean says as he pushes a bowl and fork towards you.

“You were feral, Dean. It’s not your fault,” you reply, and you mean it. It’s really not his fault.

“It is, though, sweetheart. If I had taken the right suppressants, I wouldn’t have gone feral, and I wouldn’t have claimed you without your consent.”

“I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. I’m just sorry you’re stuck with me,” you smile sadly. “And if you want to leave, I get it. I know I’m not what you want—”

“Would you stop saying that?” Dean interrupts. “I do want you. I have always wanted you. I’m scared that tying you to me will put you in danger.” The desperation rolls from him in waves, and you know he’s telling you the truth. You can feel it. “I want you, Omega. I want this. I don’t regret claiming you. I regret doing it against your will, and if you want to leave me… reject me… It’s what I deserve, and I’ll let you walk out of here right now, but please stop saying that I don’t want you, Y/N. You’re all I want.”

The chemical bond you now share with Dean is overwhelming. He feels more deeply than he ever lets on, and regret over the non-consensual claim is putting it mildly. He’s distraught over it, and his feelings are so strong that you can almost hear the thoughts in his head telling him he’s stupid and he’s fucked things up before it’s really started between you. You can’t take it. You can’t let him think you don’t want this too.

“You’re all I want too, Alpha. The reason I got so upset when I realised you could feel how I felt is because it was a rut claim, and we’d be stuck together and miserable and resentful, and I didn’t want that for either of us, but I could never reject you, Dean. I love you too much.”

The relief that washes over him makes you smile, and because of your new bond, you know he knows every word is true.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t admit it before, and I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you wanted sooner.” Dean slides off his stool and comes to your side with a tube of cream in his hand. “Now, let me see that claim. It needs something on it, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head to the side and pull the neck of the shirt down, exposing the angry, swollen bite mark. Dean gently covers the wound with the medicated cream, and you hiss at the sting.

“Sorry, baby girl.” Dean winces, feeling your discomfort as clearly as you can. “Now, eat and then bed, Omega.”

“Just to sleep, right?” you ask, scrunching up your face and wriggling in your seat at the thought of him going anywhere near your pussy for at least a week. “No sex?”

“No sex,” Dean laughs. “You need to rest, sweetheart, so just lots of cuddles and closeness and bonding and sleep.”

THE END

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A perfect match?

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Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 5: Why don’t you care for me?

Summary: Y/N is very upset about Deans words and now tries to be better for him.

Chapter warning: ABO Dynamics, fluff

Word count: 1.5k

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After Y/N took a shower and cried some more, she finally felt more comfortable. She put on the flannel Dean had brought her and shut him out, his thoughts and feelings. The only thing that mattered to her right now was adjusting to the new setting, to this new life with an Alpha that didn’t care about her. The thought of it pinched her heart and made her sad once again but she bottled her feelings up and dried her hair.

Right now she was very happy that she had a normal childhood and her parents did not raise her like other Omega’s would have been brought up. This was very beneficial to her because it did not take her too long to adjust to life. Life in the Omega facility was like living in the 1950s, the mindset, the technology - everything basically. Y/N was determined to prove to Dean that she was worthy of being his Omega, that she could care for him, be there for him and provide for him.

After stepping out of the bathroom, the other tall man was in the room as well. His name seemed to be Sam, at least that’s what she thought. “Hi, I’m Sam.”, he said, smiling and bringing her in for a hug. Dean growled in the background. “I’m Y/N”, you answered. “I brought you some food from the Diner down the road, I didn’t know what you might like and how hungry you would be, so I just brought a little bit of everything”, Sam said once again and gave you a plate, sitting down at the small table at the other side of the room. You looked at Dean, then took a plate and loaded it up with food, sitting down next to Sam at the table, only to be followed shortly by Dean. “We need to talk”, he said into your ear. The three of you ate and talked. You really liked to see how relaxed Dean was with Sam around, how happy he looked but mostly you like to hear him laugh. It was really deep and his eyes lit up, sparkling. Y/N really wished he would look at her like this but anytime his glance crossed her his mood darkened.

After the three of them finished eating, Y/N immediately got up and started cleaning the table. Sammy excused himself to give the two of them some space. “Listen, Y/N”, Dean says as soon as Sam left. “I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier. I’m really sorry if I did. But you have to understand that my life is really dangerous. This is not a bad excuse, since I’m already feeling so much for you. I admire you, I adore you and I am just feared for your well-being because your so dear to my heart..” Y/N looks at him, feeling something inside her stomach, not quite certain how to feel. She just nods and then feels him coming up behind her. Dean wrapped his arms around her back, burying his head in her hair and started sniffing. Y/N just stopped moving all together: “Are you crying?” Dean tried to chuckle but she turned around and wiped the tears from his face, trying to calm him down. The emotions she felt just by seeing her Alpha cry nearly knocked her to the ground. On one hand she was still very upset with what he had told her earlier but on the other hand she felt something deeper, like a deep connection between the two of them. “We will figure this out together, okay Alpha?”, she looked up into his forest green eyes and put her hands on both sides of his face, forcing him to look into her Y/E/C eyes. Anytime they looked into each others eyes Y/N felt as if all the air was sucked from her lungs, she felt helpless and love struck. The two of them stood there, embracing each other for a while, taking in each others scent. Y/N could hear Deans rapid heart beat slowing, she intertwined her hands behind his neck and he kept brushing over her hair. “Please give me another chance, love”, he whispered, “I want to be good at this.”

Y/N took a step back, once again looking into his eyes: “We have to make this work.” Dean just nodded, grabbing the keys for his car “Baby”: “Let’s get you something to wear and a normal shampoo, so you don’t smell like me.”

He took her hand in his, raised it to his lips and kissed it softly, then leading her outside of the door and towards his car. On the way to the Meyers the new couple talked a lot, Dean even made Y/N laugh a couple of times. “Listen”, he says. Y/N looked up at him through her eye lashes. “You need to get a tattoo. It’s really important for your safety. And you need to apply for a new ID and pick out a ring, sweetheart…” All Dean said didn’t make a lot of sense in Y/N head and he must have figured from the way she looked at him. “Please just do as I say, get the tattoos and I will explain as soon as we’re back.”

Y/N just nodded and they made their way into the mall, holding hands, first going to a tattoo shop. “Hey buddy”, Dean said to the tattooed guy behind the counter. He nodded, symbolizing Dean to keep on talking. Dean swallowed and the said: “My wife wants to get a tattoo. The same one as me.” He pulled the collar of his shirt down and showed the guy the tattoo he had on his left chest, shortly underneath his collar bone. It was a circle with a five edged star inside. The outside looked like a sun. But what left Y/N even more confused was the term “wife”, looking up at him obviously confused. “Well, if she can tell me what she wants, she will be able to get the tattoo”, said the guy behind the counter. Y/N came closer to Dean and before being able to say a thing Dean growled: “Listen, Beta, you better do as I say. This is my Omega and I get to decide what happens with her body.” The guy behind the counter just swallowed and let you pass through to the back where you sat down on a tattoo chair. You opened Deans flannel and about two hours later you had the same tattoo as Dean underneath your left collar bone. After paying, Dean gave you no time to ask questions and dragged you into a jewelry store.

After looking at different necklaces and ring, you went back to Dean who waited on a sofa, reading a magazine. You sat down next to him: “What do you want me to do here?”

“I want you to pick out two rings, gold suits me best. And a necklace if you want to”, he answered without looking up. “Why?”, was the following answer. “Because we are legally married now. Claiming in the state of Texas is the same as getting married. If I hadn’t nearly died two days ago I would have picked a ring myself but maybe you would like to choose them.”, he said, offering a shy smile. Nodding, Y/N went back into the shop and looked around more carefully. Dean followed shortly, looking at the rings his Omega had picked. Two gold bands, very simple. His was thicker and hers had some small shining stones in it, looking very delicate. He also noticed her looking at a necklace more closely. It was very fine and small, a golden choker with a letter, a W - it would look fine around her neck. He came closer and whispered in her ear: “Why the W?” “For Winchester, I thought?”, she said with a low voice. Dean smiled and took all of the things up front to the register.

Dean then ordered her to push her Y/H/C hair to the side to put the necklace around her neck. The fine golden “W” laid right in between her collarbones at the crock of her neck. He then took her left hand in his, slowly pushing the ring onto her finger whilst looking deep into her eyes. “This is a promise, Y/N. I just need to learn how to be good at this.”, he whispered. Afterwards Y/N put her ring onto his left ring finger, just smiling up at him. Still not allowing Dean into her thoughts and feelings again but Y/N thought they got a little closer.

Afterwards Dean pulled her in for a quick kiss and she melted in his touch.

Then they resumed to some other stores, picking up essentials, like shampoo and clothing, as well as some boots for her.

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The Farm (I)

Summary: After dropping Sam and Jess at Stanford, Dean surprises you with a visit to Shurley Farms. Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader. With a side of A!Dean x O!Cassie, A!Castiel x O!Reader, and A!Dean x O!OC WC: 3.2k words Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Oral sex, dirty talking, degrading kink, lactation kink, exhibitionism.

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"Now, isn't this place so much nicer?" you looked at Jess and Sam.

You and Dean had come down with them to Stanford, to say the proper goodbyes, spend a little more time together and settle them in a more comfortable way.

Now, their debts were being taken care of by Dean, and you were helping them move out of their itsy bitsy tiny old house and into a proper flat.

"It's very generous," Jess hummed, looking around.

The place was all furnished, so they wouldn't have to worry about it. It was very pretty too.

"And, I was able to convince the guy to let you two rent just while you graduate," Dean stepped to her, putting a hand around her waist. "So you can move back home as soon as you are finished."

She rested her head on his shoulder, looking happy.

"I'm going to miss you so much," your sweet Omega lamented.

You jumped, surprised, when Sam came up behind you, touching your belly.

"Are you sure you are okay?" he kissed your cheek. "Don't you want to take a nap before hitting the road again?"

You chuckled a bit.

"Oh, Sam," you covered his hand. "This is a Winchester baby, remember? She loves the car already."

"Or he," Dean added.

You rolled your eyes.

"She!" you stated, sticking your tongue out.

Your baby was a girl.

As the mama, you knew it.

Dean shook his head.

"Alright, goodbye," he kissed Jess. "I gotta go punish that bratty Omega of hours."

Sam gave your ass a little pat, and you walked back to Dean, already perking up.

Punish you?

You followed him out of the car, curious.

It wouldn't be the first time Dean would spank you in Baby, but right there? In the parking lot?

That was new.

"Alpha?"

"Come on," he called you. "In the car."

You entered it quickly, eagerly waiting.

Was he going to spank you?

Make you warm his cock with your mouth?

But Dean just entered the car and... drove.

That was it?

"Dean?" you called.

"Hm?" he looked at you.

You stared at him, waiting.

Where was your punishment?!

"You said you were going to punish me!" you reminded him.

Your husband laughed aloud.

"Oh, I just said that so we could leave faster!"

You blinked, surprised.

Why was he laughing? It wasn't funny!

But Dean laughed even more!

"What, did you want me to punish you?" he taunted you.

You pouted, crossing your arms.

"Awn, baby," he put a hand on your knee. "Don't worry. I'm not going to punish you because I have a surprise for you."

You perked up quickly interested.

"You do?"

He smiled, amused.

"Well, I've been working behind the scenes, talking and... you know," he continued to drive. "Doctor Gabriel told me a little more about his family, put me in contact with a few of them... you know, his brothers. His little brother, even."

You frowned, confused.

What did that have to do with anything?

"They are actually working on the newest farm, you know?" he told you. "Out in the West."

The West?

Wait, which coast was this?

East or West?

You were never good with that.

"And he put me in contact with the brother who is responsible for it," Dean continued. "You know... a dude named... Castiel."

You wiped your head so quickly it almost snapped your neck.

“Dean…” you whined, face burning at the memory of touching yourself to his demonstration video.

Your Alpha just smirked.

"He’s going to give us a tour," he told you. "So you better be a good girl during it, Omega."

You tried not to get wet with what he was offering you.

A real visit to the farm?!

Meeting Castiel?!

Would you even be able to look him in the eye after seeing him fuck that Omega?

Still, your mind rushed the whole hour Dean drove, until you were in front of a half-constructed building on a large farm still mostly empty.

You were still gazing outside when Dean opened your door, helping you out of the car.

"Don't worry so much, baby," he rubbed your back. "If you don't want to stay...-"

"I do!" you interrupted him. "I just... I want to be good."

He smirked, and your heart was beating so fast you wondered if he knew.

Dean leaned down and kissed your lips.

"You are a good Omega," he petted your chin. "A very good Omega."

You nodded, a little calmer, though you squeezed his hand tight as he guided you inside and stopped in front of a reception desk.

"Good afternoon," he greeted. "You must be Meg?"

She glanced up at him and then at you, not very excited.

"Sign-ups are online," she said simply. "We do not accept any show-ups."

You frowned.

"What?" you asked, confused.

What was she talking about?

"Listen, I'm sure you got some good milk, but there are procedures, sweetheart."

You nearly gasped, going hot on the face when you realised what she was implying about you.

"I'm not here to sign-up!" you protested.

You would have left if Dean didn't hold you right in place.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my wife, Y/N," he told her. "We are here for a scheduled meeting with Castiel."

Meg clicked her tongue, finally checking her computer.

"You are, aren't you?" she looked up. "What a shame. But you can meet him in his office, second room on the right."

She pressed a button, and the door behind her opened.

You glared at her as Dean pulled you to go with him before you could start thinking of saying anything to her.

What a rude woman.

Dean walked into his office first, tugging you along, and there, right behind the desk was the man himself.

Castiel.

His focus was on some paperwork and he looked like he was paying a lot of attention to it before Dean cleared his throat.

His bright blue eyes looked at your husband first, but quickly moved to you, and your heart skipped a beat when he stopped up.

"Mr Winchester and Mrs Winchester," he greeted. “Welcome.”

You two sat down, and your eyes ran over him as the two men by your side started talking, and you tried - hard - to understand them - but it was all business lingo and stuff you didn't understand.

Castiel was so big.

Maybe not as tall as Dean or Sam, but he was very large.

And his voice was so deep, it echoed inside your torso like the bass of a song.

His eyes connected with yours for a moment, and you felt yourself blushing, a little started when he spoke to you all of a sudden.

“Would you like a tour around the facility?” he asked you

You blinked, surprised.

“Oh?" you exclaimed. "I thought you were still under construction?”

Castiel smiled charmingly.

“Well, yes but we were able to start up some progress before the full building is made," he told you. "It's all locked up because we don't have a lot of security, but you two are owners too, so... you know. Not a problem."

Your eyes widened.

"Owners?" you asked.

Dean just said he had a few stocks!

Castiel looked between you and Dean.

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed. "You are the biggest shareholders outside of my family."

When you turned to him, your husband just winked at you.

"Surprise, sweetheart," he smiled.

Before you could ask more questions, Castiel stood and opened the door.

"Let's go," he led you two. "I'm sure you'll be positively impressed."

You followed him out, watching everything attentively.

He showed you the break room, a place with very comfortable couches, a few fridges and looking like a very relaxing place for Omegas to rest and talk.

The board rooms were nothing different from what you expected, where shareholders and owners could meet and talk.

"This farm will sadly be the smallest one we have so far," he told you. "If you ever decided to visit the East, our main farm has four floors dedicated to our Omega's offices. It's where I mainly work, I'm just supervising this one for my brother Michael."

You nodded along, realising you hadn't seen the offices yet.

"And where are the private offices?" you asked him.

Castiel looked at you, surprised.

"I read your company has private and shared offices," you confessed, feeling your cheeks warm.

"She is really passionate about your business," your husband chuckled.

Castiel nodded, smiling.

"Well, the private offices are still under construction," he told you. "But our shared office is ready. I told some of our Omegas we would have some visitors, so they prepared for it. We only have a handful of employees at this time, but I can introduce you to three of them."

His gaze darkened a bit, and you exchanged a look with Dean, but your husband didn't seem to notice.

Castiel led you to another side of the building before entering a room that was just the size of a bedroom, but there was no bed inside. Instead, there was that famous milking machine and the knotting machine that you remembered getting wet too.

The first Omega who walked to you was in her forties and all smiley.

"Hello, you must be the visiting new owners," she greeted you.

Her tits were so big!

"Hi," you greeted weakly.

"Elizabeth, could you tell them about your experience working for us?" Castiel instructed her.

She smiled.

"Well, I'm a mother," she told you two. "But my three kids are already in college and didn't have a lot to do until I heard about the Farm. I always tried to pump at home and donate my milk there, but it was still not enough. I like the benefits, and the work is very good. That's why I'm here."

That was so nice!

"Let's give them a demonstration, shall we?" Castiel asked her.

She nodded, and you watched them, clutching Dean's hand.

Was that a good idea?

Still, Castiel didn't look affected by your nervousness, quickly setting Elizabeth up.

"I see you're not using the toy," your husband pointed out when she just saw on a chair.

Elizabeth giggled, a little embarrassed.

"Well, most of the Omegas do use the toy's pleasure to produce milk faster, but I'm an old Omega," she told you. "I just can't keep up."

Dean took off his leather jacket discreetly and wrapped it around you, maybe expecting something from you.

Castiel just smiled, reaching and caressing her cheek.

"Oh, don't say that," he cooed, and you could see her melting. "If the stories your husband tells are right, then you've been improving."

"Improving?" you asked, focus taken from her chest.

"Oh," she looked at you. "I used to be a bit of a nag before the farm. You know... too many things in my mind, never satisfied or happy with anything since my nest emptied. This job helped a lot."

She shook her head, and then looked at Castiel.

"Castiel helped," she corrected her.

He smiled, kissing the back of her head.

Well, he seemed like a nice boss, then.

"Sometimes Omegas need to be reminded of their purpose," he affirmed, sweetly.

You all did, right?

Castiel kissed her cheek and guided you to walk out of the room.

"As I said, the private offices are still being built," he told you, closing Elizabeth's door. "So they are using these spaces for work. Those rooms are going to be converted into our pasteurisation area, it's why the walls are made of thin wood. It's a temporary space."

You looked at the walls, and they did look temporary.

"The doors are also going to be changed, we just put them here to get them privacy," he told you, opening a new door.

The Onega inside was already attached to the machine.

To both of them.

"This is Cassandra," he told you. "Cassie. For short."

You gazed at Cassie, and she held back a moan at your presence. Oh, the naughty little thing, too embarrassed to be heard but not to be seen.

"Cassie, dear," he spoke softly. "I told you we had guests."

"I know, Mr Novak," she whimpered, trying to hold back her moans.

You gulped, watching her tits being milked by the machine. She had so much milk.

"Holy shit," Dean hissed. "That toy is definitely bruising her up."

You tore your eyes from her milk and looked at her ass. She was dressed, and you couldn't see the toy in her cunt, but the machine was in a very, very fast setting.

Castiel shook his head and took a small remote from her hand.

"Well, Cassie, how about you tell them about yourself?"

The machine slowed down, and you licked your lips, warm between your legs.

"I'm a student," she spoke, clearly trying to stay coherent. "And I had a problem with leaking."

Castiel hummed a bit.

"She did," he agreed. "It's why we accepted her as an early employee. We knew she needed our services as much as we needed her."

"What do you study?" you asked her.

Cassie pressed her lips together.

"Communications," she whined. "Wanna be a journalist."

Castiel chuckled.

"She is very smart when she is not being fucked, I promise," he assured you.

Her face flushed in embarrassment, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her body. She was so beautiful, tall and with big tits. Not huge, but with so much potential.

"Mr Novak," she whined, looking at him. "Can I have it now? What you promised?”

Castiel chuckled.

"Not while I'm doing the tour, honey."

She whined, boomed, and then he looked at the two of you.

"Well... Mr Winchester?"

Your husband stepped back, nearly hiding behind you.

"You could offer yourself to solve her oral fixation," he suggested. "If   you two are comfortable with that."

"Can I suck your cock?" she pleaded. "Please?"

Your husband was shocked at the question, and you glanced at him.

Oh, he was hard.

"What kind of question -"

"You should," you told him. "You're so hard already, Dean. And the floor doesn't look comfortable for my knees. I can continue the tour with Mr Novak on my own."

"We can stay," Castiel told you. "It's only appropriate, as you are his Omega. I would never suggest you leave him here on his own."

You nodded. It made sense. At least the way he said it did.

"Please," Cassie moaned. "Please, sir!"

Your husband unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing his flannel today, just his leather jacket and a V-neck shirt. He was so handsome.

"There you go," he spoke hesitantly.

Cassie didn't even hesitate, quickly taking his cock and grabbing his hips, wrapping her lips around it and swallowing him.

Dean froze, shocked at her just pulling him, but Castiel didn't care. He was a boss trying to make his employee happy!

"Fuck," your husband moaned when she deep-throated him.

He pushed his fingers into her curly hair, slowly fucking her mouth. It wouldn't do good to harm his property, right?

Your brain caught with your thought.

Property?!

God, how fucked up were you?

Still, you rubbed your legs together,  eager, turned on by everything.

"Would you mind if I recorded it?" Castiel asked, all of a sudden.

Dean turned, confused.

"For the... hm... business website?"

Castiel shook his head.

"To Cassie's boyfriend," he told him, phone in hand. "It will help with her training."

Your husband nodded, and you watched as Castiel pulled a ring light before putting his phone in his pocket and going for Cassie's bag, setting her phone up and recording, focused on her face and Dean's hips.

You licked your lips watching them, and Dean grunted.

"You're slutty little cow, aren't you?" he caressed her hair. "No wonder you need to be fucked this early in the morning. Didn't even wait for us."

Castiel analysed them closely and calmly, as if they weren't doing anything surprising.

"You can go faster," he said simply. "A good bruising will be a suitable punishment."

Your husband looked very happy.

He fucked her throat faster, moaning and growling, and your chest ached.

Oh, you were going to leak soon.

Castiel looked at you, and your cheeks heated up, and you held the jacket closer, afraid of embarrassing yourself.

"Sweetie, come over," he instructed. "Look from this angle."

You complied, obedient.

He took off your jacket, hanging it aside, and gave you a little look before moving you to face Dean again.

"Look at him," he whispered near your ear. "Cassie is such a good cock-sucker, you know?"

You nodded weakly, rubbing your legs together, and gasped when he touched your chest over your shirt.

"Dean told me all about you," he told you, chuckling. "Said I'm your favourite porn star."

You bit your lip, holding back a sound, not wanting to ruin the video.

"I'm glad you liked our videos," he massaged your breast. "If we only caught you sooner... Dean says you have so much milk... but you are more of a breeder than a milker."

You held back a whine, rubbing your legs together.

"Sadly, we haven't cornered that market yet," he joked, chuckling.

His fingers worked and worked on your chest, and you blushed more.

“I’m going to-” you whispered.

“Shh,” he interrupted you. “You know, my brother Raphael says we need the public to respond better to us before we start offering breeding whores like you for sale.”

Your legs weakened and he held you in place.

You loved Dean and your life so much, but the thought of being filled up and leaking all day sounded so insanely good. Just being bred and milked the whole day.

“I can smell your slick,” he whispered into your ear. “Are you wet, sweet girl? I think you are.”

You squirmed, legs wet under your dress.

“I bet I could slide right in, and you would welcome my cock,” he hummed. “And without worrying about breeding you, because you are already bred.”

The pressure in your chest grew.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I’m going to wet my clothes all over.”

Castiel cooed you, all mockingly.

"Poor little thing," he kissed your cheek, taking his hand away.

You whined at the lack of touch, but didn't say anything.

"Cassie, dear, make him cum already," he commanded. "We have a tour to finish."

Not a second later, your husband moaned aloud, stopping fucking her mouth and cumming suddenly.

Castiel just chuckled.

"I told you, sweet thing," he looked at you. "She is very good."

He gave you your jacket back, and you covered yourself just at the right time before you felt your milk starting to dribble down, and you zipped it up at the same time your husband was zipping up his pants, trying to recompose himself as he moved to you.

"She's... uh..." he cleared his throat. "She knows what she's doing."

Castiel stopped recording and sent the video to someone - Cassie's boyfriend, probably - before giving her the remote back.

"Now, be safe and drink tons of water," he told her, back to being sweet. "I'll come back to check on you later, okay? If you need to go home early, talk to Meg."

He kissed her forehead and petted her hair before turning to the two of you.

“Let’s go.”

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Supernatural Masterlist

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Welcome one and All above 18 for the most part!

Here you will find all of my Supernatural works!! ENJOY!

She Wouldn’t be Into a Guy Like Me- DeanxReader   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language,angst, LONG? yes, WORTH IT? HELL YEAH

As If Hunters Are a Thing, Right? Part I-    Warnings: angst, descriptions of depression, character deaths, vivid imagery of crime scenes, drinking

Tear Me Down Pt 1- DeanxReader     Warnings: angst,drinking, gore, possession, descriptions of said possession, slight self esteem issue if you really look hard, just a whole slab of Sadness really

Tear Me Down Pt 2 “Now”- DeanxReader    Warnings: bit of angst in the beginning, depression, descriptions of possession, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, make out (if that needs a warning?)

I Can’t Explain It- DeanxReader  Warnings: Angst with a wee bit o’ fluff 

“I Know My Baby Better Than You Anyway”-   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language, the reader being a bit of a smart ass, slightly insecure reader, super fluff at the end

Until The End of Time-    DeanxReader   Warnings:OK this is what I call, SUPER FLUFF… It is semi lethal at times… I figured that a Monday needs a little !Pregnant ReaderX!Daddy Dean love.

How Can I Put This?-   SamxReader Warnings: negative body image of the reader, Sammy being Cute as all hell, semi-fluffy, almost smut (Coming in Part 2)

“How Can I Put This?” Part II_ “Well In That Case”-   Warnings: SMUT with protection (yay I remembered!), oral sex (Female receiving GRAPHIC), dry humping, All around dirty (seriously I need to go to church now), IT’S LONG y’know like Sam?, fluff at the end, Pairing: SamxReader,   A/N: I have never said this before, but seriously, this is for 18+ users! I had to stop writing for a bit because I got all worked up. This is your only warning…enjoy! I’m Actually Thinking the Contrary of Disgust-   Warnings: negative body image of the reader, language, fluffy, Dean’s a sweetheart in this one, implied smut at the end, Sick reader  Pairing: Dean x Sick!Reader  Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean A/N: I came down with a really bad cold and it inspired this! Dean is a supersweetheart in this one.. the fluff is super strong! enjoy the fic guys!

Where Do I Sign?- Warnings: Language, Mentions of Mental Illness, Depression, Anxiety, Mentions of Medication and being without said Medication, General Angst… This one is heavy but gets fluffy… you have been warned.   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, other characters are mentioned   A/N: Hello everyone, so this is a piece that I came up with yesterday! The lovely @emoryhemsworth Beta’d this one for me so thank you once again sweetheart and Congratulations on your graduation!!!!

Writer’s Block- DRABBLE   Warnings: for the first time none really! Just gets a bit steamy at the end, enjoy my people! Pairing: Dean xReader  Characters:Reader,Dean A/N: This is a drabble that I came up with when I had writer’s block a while back. I think that now’s the perfect time to release it since my other fic isn’t quite ready yet so enjoy this drabble in it’s place! The other one should be out some time in the coming week. 

I Will Never Deserve-  Warnings: some descriptive language, cursing, fluffy Dean, angry Dean, whole bunch of Dean feels really, insecure reader    Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam   A/N: Ok so I kid you not this happened to me. I have been interested in a guy for a while (relationship wise). We haven’t talked in forever and then a few months later, he starts to conversate with me and basically asks me to be in a threesome…. with himself and his girlfriend…I DIDN’T DO IT! I altered parts of the conversation that I put in. So this fic is a bit of what I wish someone would have said to me… of the Dean variety.   (all the way up to the read more line is the basic summation of what happened)

She’s Mine-Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (claiming, knotting, the like), cursing, semi NSFW GIFS,  longgg as fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk but worth it (trust me)   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas   A/N: Ok so this is my first time trying A/B/O dynamics… I had a very good fried of mine @emoryhemsworth Beta this for me and she did an awesome job! So shout out to her!!  Also @kittenofdoomage I hope your proud!! I’ve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!

It’ll Always Be You- Warnings:SMUT, semi NSFW (Barely) gifs, Language, Nervous!Dean, tiny bit of angst, Long as all hell but worth it for the ending!   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam   A/N: Hello People! This is my so so so late admission for @mamaredd123‘s 100 quotes challenge! I am so sorry this is so late. Both my sister and I had surgeries and that put a whole halt to my writing endeavors. I am so happy with the product and I hope that y’all are too.

Since I Saw You- Warnings: None, Unless you aren’t a fan of tooth-rotting fluff, some awkward stuff maybe if you squint.   Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Y/N   Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Y/N   A/N: Hello People! Ohh two fics in less than a week? What is going on with me? Well here is my first RPF. This takes place right at the beginning of Supernatural! I mean no disrespect towards Danneel or anyone else in the fic. This is 100% a work of fiction and not meant to harm or hurt anyone at all! Please enjoy! Also let me know if I did good! I’m an insecure writer and I needs the validations!

Needed You (Imagine)-Warnings: Only one, mention of a bad hunt… Other than that a sprig of angst n a giant pile of fluff. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack, Reader.    A/N: Anonymous asked: Can I request a Jack imagine?Why yes you can, nonny. Yes you can.    For this one I am not sure where you wanted me to go with it, so I am going to try a different approach, I hope you like it! I’ve never written for Jack before but let’s give it a go!

Grandma Got Fucked Over By A Reindeer-Warnings: None really, description of a murder, some cussing, implied future smut, but nothing happens, promise!   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jack   A/N: This is for @atc74 ‘s Cards Against Christmas Drabble Challenge. I had so much fun making this. I don’t even know how to define this genre, maybe a crack fic? Enjoy people!! 

Jealousy-Pairing: Dean X Reader   Situation: undercover office hunt where Dean get Jealous of reader getting attention from men that work in the office.   Genre: Smut/Fluff    Warnings: SMUT, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, !Jealous Dean   Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader,    Characters:  Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader,   A/N: Is this a drabble? NO….. DO I CARE? NOT EVENN A BIT!!! I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, Thank you so much for submitting!

For You- Warnings: SMUT, Angst, the lightest bit of BDSM…. Fluffy Smutty Dom Demon Dean…. Yes you read that correctly… I didn’t think it was possible either… but hey, here we are.   Pairing: Fluffy!Dom!Demon! Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam  Winchester, Castiel, Reader.   A/N: Here’s another piece for the 606 challenge!!! I’m sorry it’s been a bit, classes started up again and I’m drowning in work, but I was able carve out time for this fic. I am slowly working on When You Call as well so… NOBODY PANIC THERE IS A PART 12 on the way (I may or may not be aiming for this weekend… *wink) In the meantime, please enjoy this fic!

I’ll Tell You What, Winchester- Warnings: None Really, future smut implied   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader.   A/N:This is from my 100 follower celebration, so I decided to move it to the 606 because I really want to do some gifs as well. Special thanks to @jayankles who submitted this a while ago (So sorry that it took this long.)

The Pie-Warnings: LETHAL FLUFF(look to tags to avoid spoilers), idk what else but yeah, there yah go!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!!!   Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester,   A/N:Yet another Drabble Done for the 606 celebration/challenge!!! @mamaredd123 Submitted: How about a Dean x Reader, no particular genre, go with a drabble… “How could you forget the pie??”THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUBMISSION AND….ENJOY THE FLUFF

She’s  A Knockout- Warnings: Some angst, some spoilers for s14, some fluff, cursing because c’mon it’s me we’re talkin’ about, also some allusion to sexy times.   Pairing: Dean x Donna    Characters: Doug, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Donna   A/N: ONWARD WITH THE 606 CHALLENGE!!! I know I haven’t posted for this in a while, but this submission from @adoptdontshoppets that just started singing to me tonight. The submission is:“Whatcha doin’ here Dean?” + Dean x Donna + Dean shows up at the sheriff’s office to ask Donna on a date + I vote for fluff ‘cause she says ‘yes.’ Though angst if she says no could be interesting too. 🙂 Maxi’s 606

For You Part 2- Warnings: depressing memories, some provoking Demon!Dean, metions of sexy times,  it’s really a prepper for part 3…. if you want it.   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader   A/N: If you want part 3 tell me so!!

The Letter- Warnings: Some angst, Jealous!Dean, Sam’s just being Sam, Mentions of Hell and sexy times, nothing too bad, Pg-13 at best… not even really, FLUFFFFFFYYYYY   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Random Dude, Reader (Of course)   A/N: Hello all, I wasn’t able to post over the weekend, but hey! I’m doing it now!!! Enjoy everyone.. It’s FLUFFYY and as always…. GIFS AIN’T MINE!!

Tethered-Warnings: angsty PAIN OWWWW   Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader   Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, (If I said who, it’d be a spoiler.)   A/N:  This was from @jayankles Thanks so much for the gifs hun!!

Sweet Birthday Bash- Warnings: None just lethal fluff, really   Pairing: None   Characters: Ana,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned   A/N: This is for the wonderful @anathewierdo to celebrate her birthday!! From her crazy tia Rowena (Vicky)

Right-  Warnings:lethal fluff, smut too, nothing too explicit since tumblr is having an existential crisis…   Pairing: Emory x Dean Winchester   Characters: Emory,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned   A/N: Happy birthday to my girl @emoryhemsworth !!! I’ll join you at 24 in a few months!!!

I Need Help-Warnings: Mental Breakdowns, mentions of Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety, depression, and other illnesses, small bit of cursing, fluff, angst, y’know the common roller coaster!   Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Jack    A/N: Hey so… I had an episode. This what I know Dean would do for his number one girl… if she lived with what I have…

Make it Better- Warnings: ANGSTY AF, like it’s bad for a while there, then it gets better. Some cussing possible, mentions of S14 stuffs.   Pairing: Dean x ReaderCharacters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, OMC Luke, (Multiple other charaters mentioned   A/N: This is from an ask by @carribear31 Her ask reads:  So I have an idea, it could be angsty. Going back to beginning if seadon 14. Dean is free from Michael and comes back to the bunker to find all the AU hunters there. Him and reader have been together for awhile but seeing all these other hunters need her for this and that makes him feel unneeded and useless and even a bit jealous when he notices one other hunter seems to seek her out more then the others. Now with Dean feel sorry for himself and pushing her away she must prove they belong together. Happy ending please! Thank you!

You Had Me - Warnings: Fluff, Smut (I’M DIRTY DON’T JUDGE ME), unprotected sex (always wrap it before you tap it), asshole OMC who has a problem with plus sized women   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester   A/N:Anon asked: Hey I love you’re writing!💕 can I request a dean x plus size reader where the reader is super quirky and shy also super insecure but does all there research and one day the reader gets ask on a date but gets setup and deans comforts his feelings maybe smut?Here you are Nonny!

SERIES LIST (Any Fic series with more than 2 parts):

“When You Call” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Angst, Fluff, Smut! A/B/O Dynamics

“All I Could Do” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Ansgt, depression, it’s not for the faint of heart, honestly

The Zeppelin Shirt Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: SMUT 18+ only, I could not be more serious with this, honestly. Some angst.

The Situation Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Hilariously funny... Dean’s a Chick and let’s just say that he’s having issues adjusting womanhood

Disposable Masterlist- Ongoing... Main feels: PAIN PAIN PAIN

Plenty of Woman Masterlist-  Ongoing. Main Feels: Past traumas, Dean trying to fix some real bad shit he did in the past to the reader. There will be fluff and smut spattered around in my humble opinion, not guarenteed though, as all stories take a mind of their own over time. (individual warnings will be in each fic themselves… for the love of everything read and follow them!)

By The Books Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Lot of school work, flirting, smut to follow. Individual warnings will be in each fic themselves.)

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iprobablyshipit91 Fic Recs

So this started as me keeping links of all my favourite Dean Winchester fics that I finally decided to share so others could hopefully find some great stories and the authors would know how much I love their work. It’s kind of grown to a very, very huge list, but I love everyone of these works, they’re amazing and deserve so much love. I hope you find something you love on here 💕

There’s a mix of fluff, angst, smut, au etc. Please make sure you read the warnings for each story on it’s own page.

Beautiful Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Dean Winchester x Reader

Should I Stay or Should I Go by @daisythekitty

Sweet Dreams by @deanssweetheart23

Slip Up by @deanwritings

Bad Moon Rising by @hintsofhoney

Not the Planned Delivery by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Unnamed by @lostdreamr-blog1

I’ve Got You by @spnexploration

Broken Ribs Against Fingertips by @the--blackdahlia

Motel Diablo by @waynes-multiverse

Sharing is Caring by @zepskies

Mini Date by @avanatural

The Talk by @avanatural

And Baby Makes Four by @carryonmywaywardone-shots

Nows the Time by @crashdevlin

Down on Dean by @deanwanddamons

The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch

Bullets and Bands by @deanwinchesterswitch

Capeesh? By @deanwritings

I Ship It by @deanwritings

It’s Okay by @deanwritings

Safe Now by @deanwritings

What We Lost by @deanwritings

Tell Me About… by @impala-dreamer

Glances by @kasimagines

It’s Okay, I Love You by @kasimagines

Poison by @kasimagines

Obeying Temptation by @kittenofdoomage

Sweet Satisfaction by @kittenofdoomage

Nannas Love Sammy by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Something New by @princessmisery666

Date Night by @princessmisery666

I Would Never Hurt You by @procrastinatorimagines

Frayed Ends by @scuttling

Must be Love on the Brain by @sleepywinchester

Below Freezing by @soaringeag1e

Promises by @supersleepygoat

Friendzoned by @talesmaniac89

Stupid Cupid by @talesmaniac89

Crazy on You by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Different by @watermelonlipstick

Labyrinth by @waynes-multiverse

Love on the Brain by @waynes-multiverse

Gesundheit by @waynes-multiverse

Dark Waters by @wearywinchester

Above Ground by @wearywinchester

I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) by @zepppie

The Wrong Winchester by @cherry3point14

Good Things by @crashdevlin

Baby Spoon by @deanwanddamons

Rumours by @deanwinchesterswitch

Blind Love by @jawritter

Faded by @kasimagines

Sacrifice by @kasimagines

The Last Call by @kasimagines

To Know You by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Watch and Learn by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Can’t Fight This Feeling by @pink-sparkly-witch

Mischief Managed (2) by @sinfulsoulx

A Few Moments of Madness | Last Time? by @smellingofpoetry

Familiar by @spnhunter4life

Dream On by @talesmaniac89

Well, Hello There Stranger by @talesmaniac89

If You Want it to Be by @zepskies

Midnight Espresso | Devour Me by @zepskies

Clear the Area by Alisha Ashton

Many of Horror by Alisha Ashton

Closing Walls and Ticking Clocks by Alisha Ashton

In the Dark by Alisha Ashton

Comfort by @fangirlingfromdownunder

Baby, We’ve got a Problem by @deanwritings

Night Falls by @deanwritings

Captives of the Court by @impala-dreamer

Carry On by @jawritter

My Saviour by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Heart of a Hunter by @muchamusedaboutnothing

The Widow by @pink-sparkly-witch

The One That Got Away by @pink-sparkly-witch

Hold On I’m Coming by @ravengirl94

The Arrangement by @ravengirl94

Long Way Home by @supersleepygoat

Cross my Heart by @smol-and-grumpy

Home to You by @smol-and-grumpy

Collared by @spnexploration

Pack by @spnexploration

Limelight by @talesmaniac89

Charity Heist by @talesmaniac89

The Man in Apartment 43 by @talesmaniac89

Practically Magic by @thelibrarylesstrektraveled

Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 1 by @waywardaardvark79

Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 2 by @waywardaardvark79

Miscommunication by @winchest09

Don’t Say a Word by @winchester-girl67

Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies

#fic recs #Iprobablyshipit91 fic recs #Dean Winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x female reader #dean x you #dean winchester #please read these fics #you wont be disappointed #protective!dean winchester #alpha!dean winchester x omega!reader #dean winchester saves you #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #spn

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PART 6 Craving the wild side

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of medical things, mentions of needles, mentions of abuse, feral alphas, light swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues, sexual things

Summary: after being rescued from a police raid feral alpha Dean Winchester his placed in the rehab process where he’s a struggled case till you come along. Having his feral ness cloud over his emotions and stop him feeling it’s hard to get through till him till dreams enter his mind and yours connecting you both and doctor/patient becomes more and harder.

Last part <-

The days at home went slow, you were exhausted, plagued by dreams you didn’t know the meaning of. By Sunday you were a walking zombie, you felt exhausted, waking up from those bliss nightmares in a sweat and not wanting to sleep again. The added people you didn’t know A Sam? His Mate? Who were they relatives of Dean? Before heading to his room you stopped by your office scanning over his relations file, he did have a brother Sam Winchester. How did you know his name before hand though? Sam was a famous man, well known for his politics and lawyer skills. You wondered if Sam knew about Dean yet?

You headed into his room saying a brief good morning before stopping in your tracks. Dean was sitting at the table head in hands, clothing actually on his body.

“Dean?” You asked and he jolted looking to you, he looked relieved as he sighed. You frowned a bit by his sudden behaviour and slowly sat down in the chair in front of him. He had his breakfast on the table, barely touched besides the orange juice and small empty medicine container.

“How are you?” You asked placing down your tablet.

“Better” he said and you nodded, it seemed odd for a man how went into a feral rage just days ago at the table and talking.

“I didn’t know if they’d let you back in” he said and you frowned.

“Back in?” You asked confused.

“After what I did to you” he gulped avoiding your eyes.

“Dean you didn’t do anything to me” you said, did he mean about the attack? He didn’t attack you.

“You didn’t attack me” you added.

“No but I touched you without permission” he said purposely keeping his head down and neck bared. You stared at the collar almost reaching out to touch it.

“Dean i touched you first I brought you to me, you didn’t do anything wrong” you said.

“Besides almost killing a guard” he muttered.

“Well, yes but- that’s why we have guards, to prevent attacks in doctors and workers” you sighed.

“Do you have the dreams?” He suddenly said before you could speak.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“Dreams” he added.

“I have dreams yes most people do” you played off dumb, another incident and you definitely wouldn’t be able to see him again.

“No” he sighed frustrated.

“Dean please don’t get frustrated” you said.

“We’re here to talk about you, I know I talk about myself a lot when you don’t talk, but that was to make you comfortable, to know I’m just another person like you” you stated.

“Dean, do you know your brother? Sam Winchester?” You asked and he looked to you.

“Sammy?” He muttered.

“He’s alive? He’s ok?” He said rushed.

“Yeah Sam’s ok, Sams a well known lawyer” you said and Dean smiled. It was the first time seeing his happier emotions he had tears in his eyes as he laughed.

“That’s my boy” he whispered. You felt your heart flutter and stomach tighten.

“You got him to the orphanage before someone got you” you said and he nodded face loosing his smile.

“I’m the big brother” he said and you nodded.

“I make sure he’s safe, I made sure he had a normal life not what-“ he stalled gulping.

“Not what my mum did�� he whispered.

“What happened Dean?” You asked and he looked to you. You thought you pushed it too far as his eyes glazed but he looked to his plate and spoke.

“My dad had gotten us into a big debt, mum knew some people, dark business people, they were looking for newly presented alphas to train, so she sold me and Sam to pay the debts, the house the cars, when I heard about it I got Sammy out, I snuck him out I fought my father, knocked him out and left my screaming mother. I thought I’d avoided it but then they found me on the road I was taken. I was a fighter at first I never did what they said, got me a lot of bearings and scars, as I got older I stopped fighting, I went into this numbness and glazed over” he spoke and you listened intently.

“Your feral state” you whispered and he nodded.

“The doctors couldn’t explain it, I was tested on, before I was deemed incurable and unwanted in the industry. Then the fighting pits came, they injected me with something made me rage on whoever was in the pit with me, the more I fought the more I won the more my feral state became violent. I was hoped between many masters, owners, used for different things till they didn’t want me or liked me. Didn’t like how I took everything they threw at me, didn’t like how I would glaze over” you glanced to his leg seeing it bouncing quickly. He fiddled with his hands and you wanted to comfort him.

“Thirty years went by” he said and your heart dropped.

“Thirty?” You muttered and he nodded.

“I was fifteen when they found me” he muttered. His files didn’t cover much, only relations, age, birthdate old stuff before he was abducted. They couldn’t get anything from the system files in the establishment, it had been wiped clean.

“I was old too old to be wanted, that shelter you found me at was my death pit” your heart tightened and you struggled with your emotions.

“They leave the unwanted to starve before tossing them out unnoticed” he shrugged. Your hand shook with your tablet pen, you were trying to take notes but you felt horrible, sick to the stomach, head spinning. Your mate had been there for thirty years in that hell hole then left to die like unwanted meat?

“Doc?” Dean asked and you nodded.

“I um-“ you struggled with breathing, you were having a panic attack. You glanced to the camera in worry, no doctor was supposed to have this reaction no matter how bad the story was, but Dean-

“Doctor?” The guard came in and called but your ears were ringing.

“Move” you heard Rowena. Dean was up trying to get to you but he was shocked down from his collar as Rowena helped you up and out. You looked back seeing Dean staring at you worried as he yelled at the guards.

You were sat down on Rowena’s office couch, she laid a blanket on you and calmed you down gently.

Once you had calmed down your brain was numb, you felt exhausted by what had happened.

“You back?” Rowena asked handing you some water which you took.

“I’m sorry” you muttered and she tsked.

“Darling don’t be sorry” she sighed.

“Dean he-“ you shuddered.

“I heard” she said and you nodded.

“Dear you can’t continue on this case” she said and you nodded again sadly.

“This bond you have with the man won’t help him get anywhere” she said and you nodded feeling tears in your eyes.

“I can’t just abandon my mate” you whispered.

“I just found him” you cried softly.

“I know, he’s not ready yet though” Rowena said and you nodded.

“I know, I know” you said wiping your eyes.

“Go home, come back tomorrow and tell him ok?” She said softly and you nodded.

“He’ll understand” she nodded.

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