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Try to Understand (Part 1)

Characters/Pairing: Beta?Reader, Omega!Charlie, Alpha!Dorothy, Beta!Benny, Alpha!Dean Smith. Eventual Dean x Reader.

Word Count: 3.9k, or so

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, language

A/N: I didn’t intend to make this a mini-series, but it’s going down this way. This is my fic for @dr-dean‘s ABO Birthday Challenge. It’s an AU, so just go with it. My song prompt was Magic Man by Heart. This is my first time writing A/B/O, so constructive criticism is definitely welcome. Shout-out to @roxy-davenport for the assist and beta when I was freaking out a little. Hope you enjoy it!

Part 2

“I don’t see why this is necessary,” your mother says almost passively as she groans. The discussion had been going around and around in circles. You just hoped it would finally end with you getting your way.

“Because, momma, before I’m swept off for the merger, I think it’s only right that I get some real-world experience.”

“Stop calling it a merger, it’s a marriage. And you’ve already been helping with the company for years, what else do you need to know?”

“Yes Ma’am, I know.” You pause for a moment before continuing as you try to think of the best way to convince your mother. “But how are we ever going to move forward if we can’t innovate. It’s only an internship, I’m not doing anything dangerous and it’s not like I’m going to the moon. Come on, momma, please talk to him? Let me do this?”

She pursed her lips, “You’ve got to be careful. Consider how this will reflect on our family name.”

“Of course. Always.” You nod, hoping to appease her and speed up the process of her decision-making. Over the years, you’d figured out that she was typically the one with the final say on matters, and while she took her time, you usually found ways to sway her in your favor.

In the end, you’d won, convincing them to let you take the opportunity for the internship at Sandover before moving forward with your other future arrangements - including your engagement to Benny, the heir of his family. ‘Think of the family name,’ you mocked. Like you’d ever get the chance not to. It was known in practically every household for it’s multi-generation, multi-million dollar business. But also known in the more infamous way for the family stance on breeding practices.

You had everything ready for your move. You were just getting ready to walk out the door when Benny came by to see you off. He approached you with his slow sauntering gait and gently placed a hand on your hip. He held you away at a respectable distance.

“You sure ‘bout this?”

“Yes, Benny. It’s a great learning opportunity, and it would be unreasonable for me to pass it up.”

“Darlin’, you stay safe out there. Stay clear of any troublemakers, you get me?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to keep from rolling your eyes, “Benny, dear, I’ll be fine. You’re acting like I am going to live with a bunch of savages.”

“An alpha in rut? Omegas in heat? Savages might be the only way to describe them.”

“Well, I guess this will be a good learning experience, won’t it? I’ve already had to fight my folks on this, don’t start on me too, please. I’ll be back before you know it and we can move forward with the plans.” You gently smile and lean forward to place a light kiss on his cheek. He was kind, protective, and smart. There was no ill will or animosity toward him, but you also didn’t feel anything special; there was no real spark between the two of you. Your mother assured you that it would grow in time, not like you had a choice in the matter anyway. You were chosen for each other, practically genetically designed to suit your families and continue the pure, Beta bloodlines. Love and chemistry didn’t rank high on the list of priorities. Not when there was business to tend to and reputations to uphold. You keep a tight smile on your face as you walk toward the car waiting to take you to the airport, grateful for some breathing room and anxious for a little adventure.

Your first day at your internship had you buzzing with excitement. You practically ran into the building, eager to meet people and get started. But as soon as you entered, you buckled over from nausea. The lingering smells from alphas, betas and omegas felt stifling. You’d met and spent time with a few alphas and omegas, but never in a group or in a building like this. The building reeked of smells: musky, perfumey, earthy, sweet - all settling like a thick, wet cloud. You gasp as you try to get yourself under control, half desperate to run back outside for fresh air. The other half of you feeling drawn in, wanting to seek out the smells that appealed to you the most.

“Hey, you okay over there?” You look through the crowded lobby to find the source of the concerned voice, noticing a petite red-head tilted to her side, mirroring your stance.

“Yeah. Thanks, I’m just,” you take a slow breath in, “Overwhelmed.”

“New here?”

“Intern,” you shyly smile.

“Ah, well, come along, newbie, I’ll help you get to Mount Doom.”

The bubbly red-head quickly introduced herself as Charlie, and, as luck would have it, she worked in the same department as you. She helped you get set up, introduced you around, and gave you a whirlwind tour pointing out different departments, managers and projects people were working on. You passed a set of double doors, nearly stumbling when your head whipped around at a delicious scent you caught.

“What’s in there?” You gasp.

“Sales and Marketing. Mostly a bunch of douchey salesmen and numbers guys. If you’re smelling anything, it’s probably cheap cologne and dirty money.”

“Not a fan, huh?” You grin at her, as you tilt your head in the direction of the scent again.

“Well, like I said, mostly a bunch of douches. There’s one or two in there that are alright.”

“Huh.” You nod absently before your brain catches up. “So, wait, you don’t smell that?” You sniff at the air again, “It smells amazing.”

Charlie squints her eyes, before taking a suspicious sniff of the air. “Umm, no, sorry.” She knits her brows together, watching you as you flit your attention between her and the closed double doors. “Hey, sorry if this is too personal since we just met and all, but, um, have you presented yet?”

You bark out a laugh before you can stop yourself, causing Charlie’s face to twist in confusion.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. No, I’m not offended,” you bite your lip, trying to control yourself. “I’m a beta,” you assure her with a confident nod.

“You sure?” She gently prods.

You glance down, feeling the nerves fluttering in your belly. You can feel your face going pink, embarrassed before you can even break the news. You lean in so that you can drop your voice to a whisper.

“I’m a Y/L/N, I’m sure,” you say flatly, hoping you didn’t sound as snobbish as you thought you did.

Charlie blinks at you for a moment, trying to figure out what you mean. Her eyes grow wide, almost exponentially, when she figures it out.

“Wait, like THE Y/L/N’s?” She practically shouts.

You nod and pop out a quiet, “Yup,” pushing your hands down to make her lower her voice.

“Shit. Shit. Sorry. Come on. Let’s grab lunch and then you can tell me all about that,” Charlie tugs at your sleeve, guiding you down the hall. You hum and nod, breathing deeply through your nose to catch the scent again before stepping into the elevator.

Charlie becomes an immediate friend. She was curious about your family, but not judgmental, and a pretty open book herself. She invites you over right away to have dinner with her alpha, Dorothy, and you listen intently as they tell you all about some of the adventures they’d been on together in between answering your own questions about their lives as an alpha and omega pair.

“So, you’ve only heard stories? I mean, you’ve really never even just hung out with any before?” Charlie asked.

“Umm, well, yes, I’ve met a few, but I’ve never actually met a pair before.”

“And, you really have no family that isn’t in the beta bloodline?” Dorothy asks, settling back with a glass of wine.

“Well, none that are recognized, at least.” You shift as your nerves start to get the better of you. The conversation about your family’s practices always made you jittery. Betas. All betas. All by design. Descendants of betas who married betas to produce more betas. As a child, you heard and read sweeping, grand stories about alphas and omegas, about their bonds, and love stories about True Mates, but never heard anyone from your family speak of those same feelings.

“Meaning?” Charlie presses with a look of concern.

“Meaning...should someone in our family present as something other than a beta, they are...ermm, written off? I guess that’s the nicest way to put it,” you explain with a grimace.

“Whoa, whoa, like ‘written off’?” Charlie runs a finger across her neck to mimic slitting someone’s throat.

“Ohmygod, no! Not like that! At least, not recently,” they both look at you with blank expressions as your attempt at humor falls flat, making you groan at yourself. “Okay, well, at this point, it doesn’t happen often, but a few years ago I had a cousin, Anna, who presented as an omega. As soon as she got through her initial heat, they had her pack a bag. The driver took her to a hotel and handed her an envelope of cash. She was left there, and now the family acts like she just died; pretends she doesn’t exist any more.”

Their hands clench together on the tabletop, and when you finally look up to meet their eyes, they look horrified. A wave of shame washes over you, making your stomach push up a bubble of bitter bile that you swallow down to continue.

“I, uh, I kept in touch with her, though. She’s actually doing really well. She found an alpha and they’re really happy, I guess.” Charlie and Dorothy continue to just watch you with shocked expressions. “Look. I don’t agree with it. It’s just, they have always preached head over heart, you know? When I was little, I asked my grandfather about the absence of alphas and omegas in my family. He very gruffly informed me ‘We will not be ruled by hormones. Our rationality keeps us civilized.’ And that was that.”

After a moment of silence, Charlie finally clears her throat, looking at you with a pained expression. “I just can’t understand that, turning your back on your child, on your family, because of genes.”

You can’t look her in the eyes any more. You know the way your family acts is controversial, but to really see someone react to it made you desperate for a change in subject. You swallow down the uneasy feeling and toss back the remainder of your wine.

“So, are those all first-edition novels?” you practically squawk, throat tight with nerves, face flush from the mixture of wine and embarrassment.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Charlie’s brow scrunched up in concern, but you try to keep your gaze fixed on the bookcase. You notice the slight movement of her hand squeezing Dorothy’s again before she chimes in.

“Yeah, yes, they are. They’ve been in my family for years.” She rattles on about her book collection while you try to swallow the lump in your throat. When you finally bring yourself to look up, Charlie flashes a quick wink and a friendly smile which calms you down some, relieved that it still seems like she wants to be friends despite what you just revealed to her. No matter how hard you try, though, you can’t rid yourself of the unsettling feeling that’s making your body quiver with nerves.

The moments from the previous night played over and over in your mind as your father droned on over the phone. Though you’d put some distance between you, your family still managed to inject themselves into your new life. You’d gotten more phone calls and texts over the few days you’d been gone than you usually received in an entire month.

“So, you ready to come on home, yet?” Your father asks teasingly. It’s the fifth time he’s asked that during the short conversation, like he is trying to catch you in a lie. You easily imagine his smug smile, one hand tapping a pen on his desk like he always did while on the phone.

“Really? I’ve only been here a few days.”

He chuckles at your exasperated response. “I know, I know. Just wanted you to know you’re missed. Your mother is more worried than she lets on.”

“Well, let her know I’m fine. Feeling a little queasy, but I think I’m just getting used to the change in scenery.”

“You need Benny to come on out there and take care of you?”

“I appreciate the offer, but no, I’m fine. I promise.”

“Alright, well, when you get tired of all those moody alphas, just gimme a ring.”

“You bet,” you say sweetly while your face remains neutral.

You hang up the phone, rubbing at your temples in frustration.

“Hey, you alright over there?” Charlie whispers in your direction. You feel your eyes well up with unwanted tears.

“I need to take a walk.”

Without questioning you further, she gets up to follow you. Your shoulders curl in as you fold your arms over your chest and duck your head down. You know you look like a toddler having a tantrum, but you can’t help yourself as you practically jog to the elevators. You slap at the buttons until the doors open, grateful that it’s empty once it arrives. Charlie slides in next to you, her own back rigid with tension as she watches you hit more buttons once inside. The two of you remain in silence for the duration of the elevator ride, aside from your huffing breaths. The doors barely crack open before you jump out, pacing the floor.

“I don’t get it. Just don’t get it, Charlie. I get being protective and all, but they’re treating me like they expect me to fail, or run home scared or something. I don’t have anything to be scared of. I’m just here to learn and live and then I’m going to go home and -”

“Hey, hey. Y/n?” Charlie jumps in, halting your pacing and your rambling. “Breathe, okay, take some deep breaths for me. Can you do that?”

You close your eyes, taking in air through your nose until you feel like your lungs might burst. You let it out slowly, then repeat the action, over and over.

“Okay, better?”

“Mmhmm,” you nod with your eyes still closed, tension slowly leaving your body.

“So, I’ve gotta ask, what are we doing here?”

You slowly open your eyes, taking in Charlie’s obvious concern; her eyes wide with worry, mouth drawn tightly down in a frown.

“Oh, Charlie, I’m sorry. I know. You barely know me and now I just started venting to you and you -”

“No, no, that’s fine. I just want to know what we’re doing here. Like, why’d you come here?” You turn your head like you’re trying to listen harder, like she’s said something you missed. She lifts her finger, gesturing at the walls around you.

You turn from side to side, elevators one way, the other way closed off by the double doors of the sales and marketing department.

“Oh. I - I don’t know? I just. Needed to calm down.” Your mouth pops out the fragments as you try to figure out why you came here instead of outside. You’re fairly certain that this had been your intended location, but now you aren’t so sure. Why had you gone here? Why does this place comfort you? You take another deep breath, letting the taste of the air settle on the back of your tongue. It’s fresh and calming, like that first breeze of warm, spring air - woodsy and earthy. You hum softly as the warmth from it spreads out from your chest.

Just then, one of the doors swings open, causing a gust of air to rush over you, carrying a scent so rich it makes your mouth water. You head spins, light and woozy, nearly making you topple over as you lose your footing. Charlie steadies you just in time.

“What’s wrong with her?” The older man asks, looking you over with mild concern.

“Oh, nothing Mr. Adler. Just some girl stuff, you know?” Charlie answers softly.

“Well, she oughta get home. An Omega in heat? The office is no place for that. You understand, young lady?” He nods at you.

Your face contorts with disgust. If you weren’t so busy trying to keep yourself upright, you’d have jumped down his throat for being so condescending. Who was he to call you young lady and tell you what to do? You came up here to relax, and instead you’ve got some shit excuse for an alpha acting like your father.

“Yes, sir, we’ll get this taken care of right away.” Charlie nods as he gets onto the elevator. The doors close before she speaks up again. “Okay, let’s just go get you settled in and we can figure -”

“What the hell was that?” You practically spit at her. “What’s his problem? And who were you talking about? Are you in heat, Charlie?”

She stares you down with worry and an apologetic look as you take uncontrollable, heaving breaths. Your stomach begins to ache as though you haven’t eaten in days, a steady pain pulling at your insides. Charlie’s lips pull back with a wince. Her hands remain caught in mid-air, like she’s hesitating. Finally, she speaks, her voice just above a whisper.

“No, I’m not in heat.”

“Well, neither am I,” you croak out and force yourself upright. You both stand in silence for a moment before a shiver of warmth rattles your body.

“It’s the flu. Or something. I’m just going to go home,” you cross your arms over your body, shaking your head in agreement with yourself.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Charlie mumbles. “We should probably try to figure out-”

“No. I’m going home,” you force the words out with as much conviction as you can muster while hunched over. “I must have caught something while traveling, you know how airplanes can be.”

You remain folded over as your skin begins to heat up, dampening with a light layer of sweat that makes you feel clammy all over. You reach out for the elevator button, feebly slapping at it until it lights up for you. Another pang pulls at your insides, making you draw your arms tighter around yourself in an attempt to reign in a shuddering cry.

The double doors swing open again and a figure stops just outside of them. The action pushes another blast of air your way and you moan as the heavily scented air hits you; a brief wave of relief. Then, there’s a voice - deep and clear - that cuts through the shrill alarm of panic ringing in your ears.

“Charlie,” it’s half a statement, half question.

“Mr. Smith,” she answers with a matching tone.

You want to stand up. You can hear your mother’s voice in your head scolding you about your manners. You know you’re causing a scene, and do your best to turn to greet the newcomer. You expect another old executive like Mr. Adler, but instead, you’re met by someone much younger. He steals your breath away as you take in his broad shoulders stretching the seams of his fitted suit jacket. Light brown hair, parted neatly to the side, framing his lightly tanned, freckled face. He’s gorgeous, despite the stony expression he’s wearing as his jaw flexes. His eyes are wide, showing off the most brilliant pair of green eyes you’d ever seen.

Your body freezes. You hear that voice again telling you to move, to do something, but it feels impossible. It feels like you’re stuck in a vivid dream, everything moving around you in a slow blur, your senses off-kilter. He looks at you as though he knows you, like you’re some long-lost friend. His focus so hard it’s like he’s trying to see straight through you. It’s intense, and sends a sudden jolt through you, making you tremble and gasp.

That’s when you smell it. Him. The apparent source of that delicious scent you’ve been chasing. The one you caught on your tour and that you sought out in your panic. It’s powerful, and now with him so close, you can smell the richness of it. Of him. There’s a bit of spice that tickles at your taste buds, mingling with the foresty scent you’d picked up on earlier, with a touch of tangy saltiness. Probably from the light layer of sweat that’s making his face shine in the light.

“I’m so sorry. There must be something going around,” you softly groan.

His eyes leave you, glancing at Charlie, nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. She gently pats at your back, but the comforting gesture just makes your back prickle with irritation at the contact.

“Charlie?” He asks again, his voice gravelly and strained. You hear it turn up at the end of her name, sounding like a plea.

“Dean. Just hang on. Okay? She doesn’t know,” she tells him calmly, smoothly.

“What? What the hell does that mean?” He steps forward. His voice makes you roll your neck, sending a tingling sensation right down your spine that settles between your thighs. You’ve never felt turned on by just a man’s voice before, and it makes your face burn red, adding to your inner distress at the situation.

You remain hunched over, hands digging into your sides as you attempt to draw the pain away from your core. His eyes move between you and Charlie, waiting for something. His tongue slips out between his lips, and you draw in a deep breath, hauling yourself upright with the inhale. You finally get a proper look at the man before you; his tongue still peeking out between his slightly parted lips and playing behind his teeth. It takes all your strength to suppress the urge you have to press your mouth against his and suck on his tongue and full lips.

The elevator dings and the doors roll open, startling you out of your inappropriate little daydream.

“I should really go,” you breathe out softly.

“No,” both Charlie and Dean answer in unison, startling you again and making you step back reluctantly.

“Y/n, okay, I know this might be a little weird, maybe a little scary for you, but just listen for a second, okay?” Charlie says as she and Dean both take a tentative step forward, making you step back. “I’m telling you, this isn’t some stomach bug, or bad sushi. You’re experiencing a heat.”

Your eyes start to well up again. Your fingers twitch while your body shakes with feverish trembles. A high-pitched, nearly hysterical laugh escapes your mouth as you continue to back away from the two people standing before you.

“No. I’m a beta. I’m a Y/L/N.” You point in her direction. “You barely know me. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m going home.” Your voice wavers, and your feet try to disobey you, but you manage to step back into the elevator, letting the doors close on panicked faces as they try to dive at the narrowing gap.

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