Mere Is Bored

The scent of her arousal grew like a wildfire, and he’s inhaling like a junkie, and he can’t get enough. Soon he laid on top of her, their teenage-make-out-session continued, his leg separated hers, everything in her mind was clouded, the only question in her head is if this would happen like her dream.

She grew inpatient sooner than he did, her hands slipped in the hem of his shirt, feeling his hard muscles, god damn, how does this man got hard abs with his diet is beyond her. She went higher and higher, from his waist to the top of her back, he took off his shirt with her encouragement.

He was timid on the other hand, touching her through her shirt, but it’s night, she’s ready for bed, it’s not like she has a lot of layers on. Her soft curves, the warmth of her body, the maddening scent of her, it’s enough to make him lose control, but he didn’t, if this is happening, he’s gonna make this good, good for her.

The tiny break of him taking off his shirt, gave her time to open her eyes and took in his face, she can scent him so clearly now, and he wanted her as badly as she wanted him, somehow it made her want to cry again.

He cupped her face, a gentle kiss on her forehead, then the corner of her eye, her cheek, and then another one on her lips, it’s a reassurance, it’s a sign of trust. She smoothed his hedgehog hair, urging him to go on.

He nudged the base of her jaw with his stubbled cheeks, more kisses on her neck, on her collar bone, finally landing on the top of her heart. He watched her carefully, hesitated to go on, propping himself up, ‘Are you sure, sweetheart?’

His weight on her felt heavenly, she can feel the heat radiating from him through the thin layer of her worn out shirt, she wanted to tell him so badly, let it slip, throw a giant bombshell at him, let him do whatever he want with the information, she’s tired of keeping it to herself.

Words on the verge of her lips, one tiny push and all secrets are out. Will she get everything she want or lose whatever she has. Small tremors of her lips, making her voice wavered, ‘Yes.’ She cupped his cheeks, her fingers curled around his ear, her thump gently rubbed at his earlobe. ‘Please. I’m, ‘ internally weighting her words, ‘I’m all yours.’

A spark jolts as her words ran through his head, igniting all fire. And Dean decided all system are go. He withdrew himself from her reluctantly, he still towered over her, watching her laid helplessly beneath him was a wonderful view.

‘Present yourself, omega.’ His command ran straight to her pants, slick practically leaking out of her. She flipped over, her head down, rested nicely on her own hands, ass high up in the air, she can feel the cool air on her skin and realised that she’s been sweating.

Dean’s hand immediately found its way to her ass, the grey cotton panties she’s wearing might as well be the sexiest thing ever. Her slick damped the centre of her heat, a nice wet spot deepening the colour of grey. He palmed his erection through the boxer, can’t wait to be buried deep in her pussy, but not yet.

‘Are these old, sweetheart?’ His thumb slipped under the clothes of her panties, revealing more of her ass cheeks, can’t wait to mark it with his red hand print. When she didn’t answer, he spanked lightly on her ass. ‘What did you say?’ The authority in his tone can make her burst into flames.

‘Yes, it’s old.’ She raised her head a little to answer his question, keeping a short and straight forward. ‘Good.’ As he responded, and the sound of tear suggesting that her panties are off effectively and immediately.

He groaned at the sight of her pretty little pussy, glistening in slick, dripping wet and all for him. He probed one finger into her cunt, following the slick, sliding in with no resistance, the sudden intrusion made her clenched lightly, but she knew better than to move away. He can feel how tightly her pussy wrapped around his finger, and he only had one in, how her pussy seemed to sucked his finger in, so hot and soft, imaging what would it feel like if it’s cock, she’s going to strangle him.

She bit her lips, trying not to make a sound, his finger entering her, slowly, crooking it just right to make her moan. And then he added another, his fingers well-lubricated by her slick, they entered her, harshly, as far as they can go, scissoring them, he shushed her when he felt the tight clutch of her pussy.

‘Relax, omega. ’ His fingers now tracing the outline of her fold, pressing lightly at the entrance of her pussy, ‘And try not to scream.’ Not even a syllable later, he latched on her clit, sucking it while fingering her, she buried her head in the pillow, which did muffle her scream, the gushing sound of her slick as he’s pumping her the only sound accompany her scream.

He griped her ass cheek to hold her still, hard enough to leave some marks, his tongue lapped on her clit as he keep on sucking, making kissing noises against her pool of heat. His fingers attacked her relentlessly, it wasn’t long before an orgasm swept the last of her rationale away from her. The last string of logic lost, now a puddle of arousal in his hands.    

His fingers stayed inside her, feeling how every muscle in her pussy clenched, how her scent pulsed through her orgasm, stronger with each contractions. He lapped lazily at her pussy,  satisfied with her reaction.

‘So pretty when you cum for me, little girl.’ His fingers still in her pussy, thrusting slowly, feeling her relaxed, ‘You think you’re ready for me?’His other hand stroked her ass.

‘I… I don’t know.’ She’s breathing heavily, to be honest no one has ever eaten her out, this is the first time she presented herself like this. ‘Never had an alpha before.’ You’re my first. Her voice as quiet as a lamb, her sentence faded into a whisper.

He groaned, of the thoughts of other men having what he’s having, of the thoughts that he’s gonna be her first alpha, ‘Well, let’s ruined all other men out there for you.’ He held a hard grip of his cock, his boxers long gone, his dick hard as steel, his grip the only thing holding himself back from coming.

You already have. As she silently thought, ‘How do you want this, omega?’ His gruff voice did things to her, so rough and in control at the same time, ‘This is the last time I can ask you properly, ‘ He eyed her with desire, as she turned her head, he could see her teary eyes, not scared, maybe a little overwhelmed, but not scared, ‘so answer me my sweet omega.’

She rested her shoulder, her soft innocent eyes spoke the most sinful thing, ‘Wanna see you.’ She reached out her hand, connecting with his, ‘Wanna see you ruined me.’ His heart started to beat faster, pounding in his chest. ‘Alpha.’

That’s all it takes for him to break.

He spread her legs with her enthusiasm, she reached down, her fingers spread the lips of pussy, slicked up, and throbbing for his touch. He growled under his breath, quickly guiding his cock where she wants, he tried to enter her slowly, he really tried, but as his head met her heating pool of slick, he slammed home.

Her moans so loud, every living things in the bunker must’ve heard, but none of them cared. His hard rod sits in her pussy, sucking the living life out of him, an experimental thrust confirms she is just as tight as he imagine.

She whined underneath him, eyes closed due to the immense pleasure, he’s stretching her in ways she didn’t know was possible. Her alpha’s finally inside her, scratching an itch she didn’t even know exist, spots she never knew were sensitive, the crown of his cock nudged at her cervix and she went crazy.

She could hear him mutter under his breath, ‘so tight.’, ‘god.’ And ‘omega.’ Were the only ones she could catch. Her old t-shirt soon met the same fate as her panties, shredded in pieces in seconds. Dean left a bite on her left breast, just under her anti-possession tattoo, twisting and pulling her nipple to admire his own work.

‘Let’s see how flexible you can be, sweetheart.’ He put his hands under the back of her knees, and push them down, almost bending her in half, he groaned at how soft she is, his thrusts now almost vertical, ‘Open your eyes.’ He commanded, and she obeyed. Her lips quivered again at the sight, her pussy on display, right in front of her, she had a good view of how Dean’s ruining her for other men, his monster cock disappeared into her, can’t believe she actually took him with ease.

His thrusts heavy as he used his body weight to slam down on her, ‘Hold onto your legs for me, ‘mega.’ His breathing just as heavy as hers were, she didn’t know how he’s still speaking, while she can only follow his command. She held onto her legs, her hip thrusts up to meet his.

He attacked her clit again, balancing himself with one hand and slapped the other at her now engorged and throbbing clit, nothing can hold her back from her screams now.

‘Knot me, alpha, please.’ She got her request out in between breaths. ‘Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.’ Wetting her lips, ‘I need it.’

‘You got it sweetheart.’ He leaned down and gave her an open mouth kiss, all tongues and lips, soon her pussy spasmed around him, and he sped up his thrusts, just to chase his own release. She screamed through her orgasm, and whined for his knot.

As his knot swelled and locked them together, he filled her up with his cum, her womb hot and full with his alpha seeds, her alpha’s seeds, as her pussy still clutching to him, he flipped her on top, not to crush her with his weight.

She went limp, drunk with pleasure. Breathing his scent, so comforting and safe in his arms. She closed her eyes, trying to get some rest, and startled when he suddenly tightened his arms.

‘Are you-are you mine?’

Since Sam declared he will be claiming her and Dean can do nothing about it, it’s been really uncomfortable to sit between diners, driving through towns in the impala, movie nights and all things normal.

The worse of it all, is that they pretend it’s normal. They talked, they hunted, they ate in a diner, they sat through movie nights, everything went on as usual. But god, the scents, the almost sizzling of the air told her that they wanted to fight.

And she can’t take it anymore.

She had sat Sam down one night and questioned the more willing participants in this whole ordeal.

‘Tell me what you and Dean talked about.’ She crossed her arms across her chest, the dim lights of kitchen making it looked more interrogating than it was.

Sam slumped against the kitchen counter, can’t believe his brother can make this situation more frustrating than it already was. The night her scent swiped through the bunker, he had thought his brother would finally man up, but no, stupid jerk.

In 3 weeks, they’ve done two salt-and-burns, anything major or seemed dangerous was pre-screened by his brother, and directed to other hunters. He used to think this is stupid and unnecessary, because let’s face it, why let others mess up something that he can do well.

He’s willing to go through all this trouble, almost making himself like a command centre of hunters, but he’s not doing anything about his omega.

He looked at her, so clueless and accepting of her presumed face, and frustrations after frustrations hit him like a wave.

He opened his mouth but she got to him before, ‘If you’re gonna say “nothing”, I’m gonna smack you like a little boy.’ She pointed a finger at his nose, and there it was, the girl who was comparable to the Winchesters, who had the Alpha sheriff Jody’s stamp of approval the first time she saw her scolding the boys about how reckless they could be sometimes.

He pushed her fingers away, annoyed by everything, ‘I told Dean I’m gonna claim you next heat.’

Disbelief and shock flashed in her face first, then perhaps anger and realisation, of why the past few weeks were this uncomfortable. She shook her head lightly, ‘Why?’ She met his eyes, her eyes as clear as the sky, it made Sam felt guilty, ‘Why would you say that?’

Sam closed his mouth, knowing he didn’t have a right answer for her question.

‘To make Dean jealous?’ She searched for answers in his eyes, ‘To make him challenge you?’ He started to avoid her eyes. ‘Wh-no, you know what, I don’t need to know why. What do you think this can lead to?’

Sam admitted defeat, ‘Maybe a happy ending?’ He tucked a falling strand of her hair back behind her ears, cupping her cheek after, she leaned into it naturally. ‘He’s the one who wanted you to stay. All these years ago. I thought maybe something would’ve happened.’ Her tiny hand reached for his, squeezing it lightly, waiting for him to finish.

‘But he’s just so damn stubborn, and stupid.’ She chuckled at his comment, her lips now curved like a pretty crescent moon, ‘I was hoping he would do something if he felt threaten, but apparently it’s not working.’

He watched her carefully, contemplating the idea, ‘Would you want me to mate you? Your next heat? Because I meant it when I say I’m going to take care of you.’

She looked down and let go of his hand, hummed lowly as if she’s thinking, but she’s smiling with determination in her eyes. Sam knew she had her answer. ‘No. Sam, no.’ She backed away from him, sat down in one of the stools.

‘You haven’t met your omega yet, right?’ She smiled upon him, and no, Jess was great and by far the closest thing to the love of Sam’s life, but she’s not his omega. ‘I can’t let you do this, and let some omega out there feeling what I’m feeling right now.’

He should’ve known, it’s one of the reasons why she’s a hunter, to not let some other kid out there feel the lost of family, it’s more or less of the same thing, and she will not be backing down.

‘At least Dean loves his omega, so I understand. You don’t even love me, not like that anyway.’ Her tone plain and simple, it’s a practice motto, repeated day after day in her head, not that it accomplished much, except she can now say it out loud.

Sam was silenced through and through, and she knew him too well. ‘I know you want me to be happy,’ her soft voice did nothing to sooth him this time, ‘but Dean’s made his choice, long before he knew me.’ Her smiles grew bigger, he knew she’d tried to lighten the mood with a terrible joke next, ‘And maybe I want an alpha who’d choose me always.’ Yep, it’s a terrible joke.

He sighed, and she had nothing left to say.

He hugged her, before letting her retreat to her room.

She crossed off another day on her calendar with a red marker. Another day has passed, another day closer to her inevitable heat.

Not mild-beta-period-like heat, but full-on-omega-crazy-shitstorm heat, it’s gonna suck big time. But she decided to use this as a teaching moment, sooner or later suppressants not gonna do anything, better learn how to adapt and endure these kind of heats.

Better now when she has two protectors, then when she has to …

Tears came too quickly. Alone in her room, her tiny nightlight the only source of light, where she can be completely honest with herself. And she is so fucking scared.

W-sitting on her bed like a little kid, she didn’t even need to count by now, less than a week till her heat hits her like a bitch. This is the rest of her life, just writhing in bed and pain with sweats and fluids and then she’s gonna die.

She knew she has to leave, she knew living with two alphas was a mistake, eventually she had to leave before the end of her omega life, but damn if it wasn’t the best mistake of her life, and now she has to leave them. She doesn’t want to leave.

Her head hurts, everywhere hurts, thinking about the future hurts. She would appreciate it if her head could just stop, stop spinning, stop screaming fucking murder in her head, stop thinking about what the future might look like.

She flinched when a warm hand touched her cheek, and Dean Winchester, alive in the flesh, sitting on her bed, his eyes were so sad.

Dean and her barely talks. He used to be her best friend, and she’s the only one who laughs at his stupid joke. They barely talked this month, to be honest she’s keeping her distant, every time she got close to him, it just reminds her that he’s been claimed, and he claimed someone. He had loved someone so much that, they mated each other, and he’s still in love.

She didn’t even have the right to be jealous, because she’s nothing to him, and this happened before she even came into his life.  

It used to be Dean Winchester, who would comfort her when she’s this devastated. She would tell him everything, a bad dream in details, a glimpse of a stranger who looked like her mother, they’d stay on their side of the impala, Dean’s in the driver’s seat, she’d stay in shot-gun, sometimes they’d drink till they can forget, sometimes Dean just drove aimlessly until she fell asleep.

Now, it hurts to even be in close proximity with Dean.

She exhaled in relief, they had never been this close in weeks, physically they were together, but is it really? There’s no little touches, no catching each other’s eye in the front-view mirror of baby, she even looked away when he tried to catch her attention.

She’s been so afraid to let herself be near Dean, now her will is being stripped little by little, she let herself leaned towards Dean, like a flower, inevitably chases the sun.

Dean Winchester will not admit he’s been stalking her. After that night, he found himself sitting in front of her door almost every night, she’s got a bathroom in there, it’s not likely that she’d come out of her room.

So he just sits, head in his hands, questioning himself what is happening.

The fact that she’s an omega, changes nothing. She’s still a kickass hunter, she’s not different from the girl he’d known for years. She’s still this strong, independent, and yet the softest and most compassionate woman he’d ever known.

This used to be logical when he thought she’s beta. Now that she’s an omega, it just showed how much strength she actually had. He had been hesitant to go on hunts, feeling the needs to protect her, but doesn’t wanna get killed, because he will be seriously hurt if she found out he’d been doing this screening-cases-thing.

They did salt-and-burns, the only cases he deemed safe to go. And their routine doesn’t change, they still worked so well together, she still glared at them if they did something stupid. Nothing changes.

Nothing changes. Maybe that’s the problem.

Tonight, Dean Winchester found himself wandered to her door again. And he knew instantly, that she’s crying.

She didn’t know, but she’d bite her lips to stop herself from crying out loud, it sounded like  soft whimpers that she could pass off as random humming, but he’s a little too familiar with that sound.

Quietly entering her room, the glow of her nightlight did nothing of its job, he sat down on her bed, one leg up to get just little closer to her. She never even noticed him until he reached out and touched her cheek.

Her sigh somehow calmed him, like he still had the comforting effect on her, like he’s still her best friend, like nothing has changed.

Nothing has changed.

It physically pained him to see her cry, because Dean Winchester has issues, he’s personally responsible for everyone’s happiness, everyone around him to be exact. But it wasn’t the same, it wasn’t like this when he saw Sammy cry, it wasn’t like this when Bobby or Charlie or even Benny, stood in front of him on the verge of tears.

This kills him a little, waking up parts of his heart that he thought was dead.

She looked up, still biting her lips. His thumb brushed on her lower lips, asking her to release it.

He leaned closer, until his forehead’s against hers. She had closed her eyes, trying to even her breaths, her lips parted but still quivering. He’s breathing in her scent, as he’s sure she’s breathing in his. It’s the same scents that drove him crazy the first time he scented it in that motel room, now there’s something different, there’s something in it, something changed.

Something sweet.

He moved his hand, from her cheek and back to cup her ear, and then to the back of her neck.

He moved along with his hand, as he leaned in closer, his lips pressed against hers.

This is their first kiss.  

part 6

But here it is. Her slick producing in an alarming rate, her whole body sweating with anticipation, her hand travelled down to her satin boy shorts, her underwear ruined by wetness. Tracing the outline of her pussy with two fingers, teasing, applying pressure at the most unwanted places.

She knew how to take care of herself.

And then a strong present hovered over her, she can’t see in the dark, her omega instinct tells her surely that it’s Dean.

She can feel the mattress dipped as Dean puts his weight, kneeling on the bed, his knees right besides her thighs, god, how she aches for him to touch her.

He pulled her hand out of her panties with one hand, pulling it towards his own face, smelling her slick on her own fingers, and then lick them all clean, she hummed in content. That hand was forcefully secured beside her face, his fingers laced with hers.

His other hand roamed free all over her body, testing and teasing, finally feeling how soft her skin is compared to his, how she squirmed weakly under him when touched by his callous moves.

She was too weak, too drunk on hormones by the sudden hit of her heat to resist, not that she wants to, but on a better day with a little more self-respect, she would’ve rushed out looking for a beta to take care of her.

But now. Dean’s here. Her alpha is here. He’s gonna take care of her.

With tiny squeezes landing on breasts, a harsh pinch on nipple and some quiet whimpers coming out of her, he finally deems her ready, he’s never cheap on foreplay, but desperate times.

Her legs naturally folded up, but it’d never stopped him, just helps him take off her pretty panties easier.

It’s dark in the room, he’d have to turn on the lights to appreciate her later sometime.

His giant hand covered her pussy, slicking his hand with the wetness she produced, his rough hand provided great friction, sometimes applying pressure on her clit, she grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt for support, her breathing’s already heavy, and she still doesn’t think she’s getting enough oxygen.

‘…Please.’ She almost used up all her strength to let one word out, she could scent his arousal getting stronger.

‘Already begging huh, you sure know how I operate sweetheart.’ His voice deeper then usual, it makes her spine tinkles.

He moved her hand above her head, fingers still lacing together, so he can lean down, he kneed between her legs, and she’s pleasantly satisfied feeling his body heat.

Finally he got two fingers inside her, he groaned feeling how hot and slick she is, how she clenched tightly against his fingers, he went in slowly, until she swallowed up his fingers, much longer than hers are, his fingers do wonder for her.

His fingers twirled in her, pulling out while curling his fingers, pumping in and out of her, he wanted to go slow, tease her till the end of the world, and bottoms out of her at the same time, don’t say it’s not a torture for him as well as for her.

She squirmed and squirmed, her legs unable to close up due to the presence of Dean, she has never felt an orgasm approached as fast. When he felt her pussy begins to tighten, he pulled out.

She opened her eyes, using this tiny break to catch her breath. ‘Wh-what..?’ Uneven breaths scrambling up her speech.

Once again he licked up all her slick, smirking at her taste. ‘One of these days, I’m gonna eat you all out for hours, you know how big of an appetite I have.’ He whispered into her ear, instantly her face lit up with fire.

He kneeled back up. ‘But I think I’m hungry for something else now.’ Cheeky little bastard.

Before she knew it his cock sprint free from his pants, he guided his cock to her dripping core, just gliding up and down, feeling the heat radiating from her.

Finally he let go of her hand and flipped her over, man-handling her easily like a doll, her ass sticking out perfectly for him. Pumping himself a few times, his cock entered her with a maddening pace.

He stretched her from entrance till the end, she clutched on her pillow trying not to scream, her own body betraying her head, pushing herself back on his cock. She’s no virgin, but she’d only had betas before, and now she’s fitting him like a glove, her legs want to limp, unable to support herself, but he’s got a hard grip on her ass.

And when he finally bottomed up, he couldn’t help and gave her ass a stiff slap, making her jump and clench on his cock instinctively. She whines at the feeling, it’s like she’s going crazy, she tried to put her legs together, but he beats her to it, separating her legs with a nudge of his knee.

She could feel him in the deepest part of pussy, reaching places no one has ever been able to reach, the sheer friction, the feeling of his cock in her, sending tiny sparks down her spine.

She could hear him adjusting his own breaths, and then he started thrusting, his cock dragging along her pussy, sex has never felt so good before this. He slammed his hips against hers, she could hear the sound of her obscure amount of slick being pumped up, the slabbing sound of his hips against hers, and the tiny groans he had, together’re the most erotic things she’s ever heard.

Not long before he found her g-spot, this man has the practice of a life time, the moment he hit jackpot he aims his cock with every thrust, his grunts become louder. ‘Want me to knot you? Huh omega? You know I’m gonna breed you.’

His hand sneaked to find her clit, playing with it, rubbing circles and occasionally a pinch, as she buried her face in the pillow, which did little to muffed her screaming.

His thrusts became harder, barely pulling out before pushing back in, his hand left her hips and pulled her up with a light grip on her throat, ‘If you wanna cum, then I better start hearing some begging.’ And then he went on and bite on her shoulder, never slowing down or neglecting her sensitive bud.

She couldn’t take it anymore, ‘Please. Please. Please Please.’ She whined and she cried. ‘I need your knot. ’ Her tiny hand covered his on her throat, tightening it, her hips thrusting back on his cock, her body moved along his. ‘Make me cum all over your alpha cock.’ Desperation leaks through her words.

‘I love the way you think sweetheart.’ He kissed his own bite on her shoulder, a trail of kisses tinkling her skin, and when he finally landed on her ear, she clenched even harder on him, as if it was even possible.

He nibbled on her ear as his hand gripped a little tighter on her throat, his other hand now rubbing frenzy circles on his clit. His knot begins to swell, stretching her to a point it should’ve been painful, but in her state of mind, she can feel nothing but pleasure.

She’s officially in need of air, but she’d never asked him to stop, as she can feel her face on fire, just as much as her pussy, her orgasm hits her hard. She started clenching, and she could feel him loosening his grip on her throat a little.

He’s not done yet, and he’d like her not to pass out. He’s still supporting her, finally his knot fully formed, locking them together, his own release came, ‘Come on, cum one more time on my knot omega.’ His said through gritted teeth, he abused her oversensitive clit with determination.

Together his cock pumping inside of her, she cum quickly feeling a spurt of warmth inside of her.

And then she woke up. Just like the dream she’s slicking up like crazy, but it’s obviously from the wet dream she just experienced. Her scent practically leaking out of her, suspiciously like she’s in heat. Well, she’s not.

What is the matter with her? A fucking wet dream? What is she? Just presenting or something?

This is what happened when you just off your suppressants after all these years.

She groaned feeling she had wet the bed with her slick, thankfully the boys had been gentlemen enough to let her pick a room with a bathroom inside, must be some old high rank MOL’s room.

She’s too tired to change the sheets, and decide to just shower and put a towel on top of the bed and sleep it off.

Anything else can wait till morning.

What she didn’t know, is her scent spread through the bunker like a tsunami. Sam had been cleve enough to lock his door and pop some nyquil, because anything that happened tonight, he didn’t want to be a part of.

Dean had followed her scent like a lost puppy and a hungry wolf, he sat down in front of her door, listening to her moans and the scent of her slick, torturing himself imaging what was going on behind the door.

If she wasn’t as tired or clouded by hormone, she would’ve scented Dean outside her door, ready to fulfil her wet dream and had her begged for mercy.

But she’s going back to bed now, her scent calmed down, the only one not sleeping tonight, is the alpha outside her door.

He hung up the phone, looked at her intensely, he’s not sure what’s going on, but he’s not gonna let her go, that’s for sure. So, he picked her up in one arm with her clutching to his side, holding her like a child.

She didn’t protest, her legs are a little weak, between the ‘warm-ups’ by Sam and just ‘Dean’ by Dean, her legs are like jelly right now.

He carried her the short trip from the end of the hall back to their room. When he opened the door, Sam had already showered, hair slightly wet. Studying them with interests in his eyes. Dean almost felt like a caveman, carrying his woman back to the cave.

He let her down gently, his arm never leaving her. Eyeing his brother with a death glare. And his brother just smiled at them.

‘Why don’t you take a shower? A long one?’ His questions directed at her, telling her that they are going to talk.

She just looked back and forth between them, thinking over is it smart to leave them alone. But Dean gave her a little pat at her lower back, reassuring her. Yes, they are both alphas, but they are also brothers, they’ve been living together for over 30 years, their bond is strong.

While she’s gone, the two of them looked at each other silently, they didn’t start talking until they heard the sound of shower.

Sam sighed. ‘Sit down Dean.’ He’s gonna lie his ass off now.

He did, sat on the bed next to his, he still wound’t talk. He didn’t want to, didn’t know how.

‘She’s an omega.’ Sam acknowledge the fact, watching Dean squirmed where he sat uncomfortably. ‘Yeah.’

‘She ran out of suppressants last night.’ He eyed him, evaluating his calmness. ‘So we’ll get her some.’ He frowned, unable to process the problem. And Sam gave her a sad smile.

‘She’s an omega. She’s almost 30. Unmated. Without any pups. Without a pack.’ Sam provided more information, silently cursing his brother’s surprisingly low witticism.

‘Well, she’s in. She’s living in the bunker, she’s been living with us for almost 2 years now.’

‘Yeah, but not officially, no.’ Dean frowned upon his brother’s comment. ‘What are you saying.’

‘She told me last night, that 35 is the magic number.’ He informed him calmly, much like an experienced oncologist.

‘What?’ Too many emotions running in his head and mind, disbelief, denial, sad, shock, anger, and maybe jealousy.

Sam pulled his hair back, rubbing them like he’s frustrated. ‘Yeah. So, I told her not to get suppressants this month.’ Dean’s heart’s pounding, unable or rather unwilling to process the implications.

Sam looked right at his brother’s eyes. ‘I told her. I will mate her next heat.’ The bells in Dean’s head rang, like hell, alerting him of his natural instincts, to defend his omega.

Sam saw that, and he knew just what to say. ‘You knew she has a little thing for you.’

Of course Dean knew she had a little thing for him, but that’s what they think it is, a little thing, unimportant thing. Sometimes they flirt, sometimes their hands glaze while sitting in a tiny diner booth, sometimes she catches him looking at her and she smiled, and he knew it’s because he’s smiling too, like the moon, always reflecting what the sun gives her. And somehow the sun felt even warmer inside.

But never crossing a line. Never crossing a line.

They understand this, they are hunters, they hunt together, he’s an alpha, they thought she’s a beta. She knew he valued her as a friend and a hunter. She understood that Dean’s not looking for anything serious, and she’s too close to them to be something ‘not-serious’. They thought nothing will happen between them.

So of course, Dean knew she had a little thing for him.

And now she’s an omega.

‘You’re still mated, Dean.’ Sam looked at his brother with pleading eyes. ‘She can’t wait you, she doesn’t have the years.’ Which is absolutely true, but not if Sam had anything to say in this.

It’s like a cold bucket of water, dumping at his head. His head is cold, his body is cold, his finger tips are cold.

‘I am not losing her in just five years, Dean.’ He said slowly, letting every information sink down on Dean. ’35 is just her being optimistic, I think it’s more like two or three. I told her I wanna do this. It took some persuasion, and she agreed.’

Dean stood up, wiped his face hard, like he could wipe away everything he’d just heard. He needs a drink, that’s what he needs.

And then she came out of the shower. There’s a different definition of long shower as hunters, she just can’t stand her fingers getting wrinkly. She heard pieces of their conversation and from their faces now, she can see that it’s not going well.

Sam smiled at her, sort of sad and relived, she didn’t understand why.

‘You wanna go get breakfast?’

Oh, so their conversation’s not over yet. Okay, she could use a walk.

‘Sure, just let me change a bit.’ Coming out of the shower in Pyjama shorts and a t-shirt, probably not the best to go out in, grabbing her clothes, she got back into the bathroom again.

‘Wait, you’re gonna let her out?’

‘She does it everyday, Dean.’

‘Yeah, but today’s… different.’

‘What?’ They both turned their heads to her, dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt, she sat down and laced up her combat boots, she still looked delicious enough to be eaten. She continued to do her laces, ‘Today’s different… what?’

Finishing up, she stood up and crossed her arms across her chest, an authoritative tone came out of her, it’s amazing how someone as small as she is, an omega nonetheless, that could have a voice that made people want to stand up straight.

‘Well, every alpha in the 10 miles radius’s gonna smell you.’

She eyed him, and he’s actually intimidated, not that he would ever admit it. ‘Yeah, you’re right.’ He sighed in relief , hoping she wouldn’t go out, ‘I’ll just take my 10 mm.’

She walked back to her duffle bag and took her favourite gun, checking the clips once before head out the door.

‘Just text me what you want, or I’ll just get the usual.’ And there she goes, with her headphones in, beanie on. Sam grinned, got up and started to pack their bags, so they’d be ready to go after breakfast.

Dean stood in disbelief, directing his frustrations at Sam. ‘You-you just let her go?’ Sam didn’t even look up while packing. ‘She’s very capable. Saved your ass, saved your ass lots of times actually. You think she wouldn’t use that gun of her? Shooting any alphas’ dicks off if they try anything to her?’

Dean wondered, yeah, she probably would, her face wouldn’t flinch actually. He shook his head, ‘That’s not the point.’

Sam finally looked up, trying hard to hide the smirk off his face. ‘What’s your point?’ Dean rubbed his forehead, trying to process. ‘You just told me, you’re gonna mate her. Isn’t it your job to protect her?’ Sam put down his things, calculating what to say next, how to push Dean further.

‘Dean, I love her. I do. But like a sister, like a part of my pack. Not like that. This is- this is not some undying love or your true mates. I’m doing this to save her life. End her sufferings.’

‘So what? You’re not gonna do your job?’

‘What? What’s my job?’ Sam stood in an offensive posture, preparing for attacks, verbal or physical.

‘She’s off suppressants. Her scent, her god damn scent is gonna be a giant neon signs in the huge fucking sky, calling other alphas to touch her!’

‘Dean, she’s capable! I’m not gonna be some jealous, possessive aloha who would’t let his omega our of the house! Which is what you’re doing actually.’

‘What? What am I doing?’

‘Being possessive of her.’

‘Dean, you’re mated. She can’t wait for you. She. Doesn’t. Have. The TIME.’ The conversation got loud, he didn’t intend to be loud, but somehow Dean touched a nerve.

‘How long has she been with us? Two years now? Do you want her? Did you ever want her? If you do want her, why being possessive all of a sudden? Because you knew I’m gonna take her now? What are you? FIVE?’

Never in their lives, had Sam ever be this aggressive towards his own big brother. In a family of alphas, pack alphas are usually the oldest one, John had been the pack alpha before they even presented, and Sam despite his status as an alpha, has only ever challenged his pack alpha once, when he went to Stanford.  

‘Sa-Sam, it’s not like that.’

‘Then what is it? What IS IT LIKE? You think it’s fun watching her suffer? Watching her cry because she knew you are mated, that you don’t want her, that you’d go out every night looking for other women? You think it’s fun knowing she’s an omega last night? Knowing she may die in the next 5 years, maybe less, knowing she’s gonna suffer through it, until she CAN’T. TAKE IT. ANYMORE?’

‘You’re mated because you held on Dean. You held on, you loved Lisa. You still do. What are you gonna do?’

‘Are you selfish enough to make her wait? Wait while she suffers, wait for you to finally give her a glance? Wait until you finally made up your mind? You think she deserves this?’

The two brother stared each other in silence, Sam out of anger, Dean out of, complicated thoughts. She’s never an emotional person, not the ‘girly’ girl as she would say. She’s not the kind of girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, sometimes it’s impossible to know what she’s thinking, if she intentionally hide it from you.

So how could he know. That they do have an understanding, but she still cries about it anyway, in Sam’s arms probably. She’s an omega, maybe she’s yearning for an alpha at heart, maybe that’s why when Sam offered, she agreed.

And there’s nothing he can do about it.

Sam realised he’s emotional, but it’s also true, all of what he said. He’s been angry with Dean. Because no matter the situation, whether Dean knows it or not, he’s been abandoning his omega.

Sam had two omegas in his life. Jess and Amelia. Jess was taken away from him, and Amelia’s claim stopped fading the minute she knew her husband’s alive. He can’t hold on to both. And now, she’s been with them almost two years, she stood by them, good or bad, when either of them’s angry, she’s the one to sooth them, nurture them when they got hurt, she never got into serious injuries, she’s very aware of her limits, retreat when she knew she absolutely can’t win, possibly so that she’s always able to take her daily suppressants.

That’s why they thought she’s a beta. She’s been with them, had given them everything, with nothing in return, and with no one taking care of her.

Two years, she’s been with them, but not really, she had to hide the fact that she’s an omega from them. She had to take suppressants, everyday, good or bad, injured or not, with them or without them. She had to take care of herself these years.

Because no one’s taking care of her. Sam’s gonna change that. He stepped away from his brother. ‘It’s been two years, and you did nothing. Think what are you gonna do. Don’t treat her like a toy and get possessive because someone might take it away from you.’

Sam grabbed his phone and packed a knife, ‘Pack. I’m going to her.’

He met her when she’s half way back to the motel, a huge paper bag in one hand and coffee tray the other hand. She smiled brightly when she saw him, the smile is quickly replaced by concern when he got closer, when she can scent him. He’s very angry.

He took the bag from her hand and greeted her by a kiss to the top of his head. He’s silent. So she tucked him by his sleeve, silently asking him what’s wrong. Sam sighed.

‘You ran into any trouble while getting breakfast?’

‘Yeah, but I held the 10 mm at his crotch, I think he peed a little. I’m gonna clean my gun before we head back to the bunker.’ She said cheekily, she had never ran into troubles as omega since she became a hunter, this is a little fun for her.

‘That’s my girl.’ He nudged her shoulder, and he held her hands, and they walked safely back to the motel.

He chuckled when she refused to wake up. ‘Come on, you’re coming with me today.’ She groaned, but running with Sam might help clear her clouded mind, she waved her him away, so Sam knew to get ready and give her a few more minutes to wake up.

He pushed her extra hard today, usually with their height difference, Sam slowed down a bit to let her keep up with him. She’s not a slow runner, but she has to ‘run for her life’ today to keep up with Sam today. When they got back to the motel, she’s still panting, the stray hair from her pony tail cling to her neck and cheek, her cheek and lips are read like an apple, you just want to take a bite at them.

And her scent, it was weak this morning, but now it’s full-on, “we are getting there.” As Sam raised an eyebrow, he silently thought.

They know as runners, it’s not good if you run like hell for one moment and completely the other. Better slow down gradually then pacing for a bit, until your breathing’s even and normal.

She’s still panting a little when they finally got back, so Sam decided to do a little stretching and yoga together. Usually one of them showered and the other one stretch, but Sam said he learnt a few new tricks and he knew she’s flexible.

‘No point wasting the warm ups you did, right?’ Sam said with a smile that is a little too big.

‘Warm up? You fucking fried me Sam.’ She rolled her eyes while re-doing her pony tail.

‘If you don’t stretch, it’s just gonna get stiff.’

And so, she let him be her puppet master, but the poses Sam had tried with her felt a little weird.

That’s how Dean find them when he opened the door.

The first thing he registered was her very lethal scent, some sort of flowers, baby powder and maybe old books, making him very confused and aroused. He had just spent a very satisfying night with a very beautiful beta, no matter how delicious a scent, he should not be this affected. And then his pupils dilated, omega.

Did Sam have an omega here last night? Where is she then?

And the sight of Sam and her came to him, she only had a sports bra and yoga pants on, so she’s practically naked to him. She’s doing a standing split, while Sam seemed to be pushing her harder, testing her limits, he got one hand on her back and the other on her high-up-in-the-air leg, pushing her. Which she seemed not to be affected at all, he never knew she was this flexible.

It wasn’t until then that he realised the scent came from her.

He would very much like to kill his little brother now, he gulped and decided that the best course of action now is for him to leave this room, clear his head. The closing click and bang of the door made both of them looked up. Sam caught the corner of his brother’s coat. He smirked.

She stood back up, tucking the waist of her yoga pants a little higher, she needs new pants. She didn’t see who came in, but it’s probably Dean.

She saw Sam with a smirk on his face, uh-oh, pranking Sam is never good Sam.

He stared at the door for awhile and turned back to her, ‘I’m going to hit the shower, why don’t you go see Dean if he wants breakfast? I’ll go when you shower.’ So it is Dean, and training is officially over. Before she went out, Sam caught her and let her hair down, she’s still sweating a little and the root of her hair wet, it’s gross.

But Sam still styled it a bit, so it’s messy but not ‘crazy messy’, just a lovely bed hair.  Eventually it’s a little too embarrassed for her, so she blushed and pushed Sam’s hand away. He chuckled, thinking now she’s pink again, but maybe she needs something more, just to drive Dean mad.

He smiled at her, ‘Still trust me?’ And took her hands, she’s confused, but it’s Sam, so naturally she responded ‘Always.’

And so, he slammed her against the door, a little bang that Dean will hear for sure, he trapped her between his arms.

Now that she’s off suppressants, she scents a little better, not that she’s comparable to Sam but with him this close, she can smell everything. And there’s nothing dangerous about Sam’s scent, he’s a little aroused it seemed, but he’s not dangerous, and he’s certainly not gonna knot her against this door.

She looked at him with pure confusion, and Sam got closer to her, his cheek against hers, his soft hair fell on her face and she closed her eyes, he got closer and closer, his lips dangerously close to her ears, this little bastard knew it’s one of her sensitive spot, and he fucking nibbled at it.

No matter who’s doing it, even Sam, brother-adjacent of her, protector of her, the brother of her mate, she’s going to respond to it. When Sam can smell slick on her, he deemed his job done, leaving her ear, and looked at her crimson face, he took one of her hands and bite on her wrist, leaving a faint and pink teeth mark there.  

‘Now you’re ready to go.’

She nearly bolted out of the door, Sam grinned and get to his shower.

She had never blushed so much in her life, she felt like her ears are on fire, her thumb gently rubbing at Sam’s bite mark. “Just find Dean quickly.”

Dean’s not that far away. He was just out the door, and when the bang of the door happened, he decided that he does not want to hear or even imagine what’s going on behind that door, so he walked down the hallway towards the back stairs.

Then her scent came into his radar, turning back and there she is. Fuck he can smell her, he can smell every part of her, her fucking scent, her fucking slick. What were they doing? It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.

And he looked at her, really looked at her. She looked fucking delicious. He is very much ready to fuck her in these stairs. God, an fucking omega, living with them, living with two alphas, all these times.

She’s about two feet away from him, a distance where she can’t scent him very well and he can scent her perfectly.

She’s unsure how to approach Dean, should she address her status first? Like “Surprise! I’m an omega!” ? or just ask him what he wants for breakfast? This is too awkward to discuss he must’ve scent her by now, she’s an omega, there’a not much to discuss after that, so maybe just ask him about breakfast.

She didn’t get much words out, because Dean has very keen eyes, and she has been nudging her wrist unconsciously and what her thumb can’t cover shows a very clear set of teeth mark, his little brother’s teeth mark. He almost saw red. Yes, he’d very much like to kill hid little brother now.

He looked back to her neck, not mated, and he concentrated on scenting her, and there it is, he scent Sam.

She noticed Dean’s breathing got heavy, his fists clenched, and he looked at her like he wanted to stare a hole into her. She didn’t dare to step any closer, now that she’s off suppressants, if she did scent him, she’s probably gonna go bat shit crazy.

‘Sam wanted to…’ Three words out, that’s all she got, and Dean only heard the word Sam. Two feet is about one step for a Winchester. He stepped forward to her, held her by her waist. She yelped, can only put her hands on his shoulders, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, his arm supported her by the bottom of her thighs.

He didn’t even need both arms to hold her up, and slammed her to the nearest wall. What is with slamming and the Winchesters’ boys.

He held her up so her head is a little higher than his, his lips now pressed firmly against her collarbones and yes, she’s going bat shit crazy with Dean this close. Every sensitive spots on her ache, her ears, the back of her neck, her fucking nipples and her pretty little pussy, all light up, ache for him to touch, begging for his attention.

His lips dragged along her collarbones, his deeper than God’s voice now a little wrecked. ‘Little omega.’ She closed her eyes, unable to handle the sight in front of her, her fingers clenching and unclenching the fabrics of his plaid shirt. Dean’s free hand caressing her outer thigh.

His lips moved closer and closer to her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent while his own scent is letting out, dragging out, by her.

She is responding very well to him, all of him, his scent surrounding her, his hands touching her, god that scent. She finally inhaled him, she didn’t know she’s holding her breath, which is worse because now she took a big breath, and she smelled Dean.

It’s pure whiskey and motor oil and something entirely Dean, pure Dean. She’s gonna let him take her anytime, anywhere. And then she remembered she had nothing more than a fake knot and betas.

Yes, she had no intention of taking a mate, but she knew she had one, everyone have one, and hers’ most definitely an alpha, and she might have subconsciously avoiding doing it with an alpha. The only alpha in her should be her mate. She never thought she’s gonna find one anyways, never even thought it’s gonna be one like Dean freaking Winchester. Pure Alpha, maybe even too Alpha, she had never seen him, but she already knew she can’t take him.

His teeth gazed through the skin on her shoulder. ‘Little omega, now tell me, what were you doing with Sam?’ He pressed himself harder on her, he didn’t like others’ scent on her, he’s gonna purged them all and replaced them with his.

To her, his scent somehow got even  stronger, and she fucking whimpered against him, Dean smiled against her skin, she can feel it, ‘Normally, I would be very satisfied with that answer, but not today. Use your words, sweetheart.’

‘What were you doing with Sam?’

She took a deep breath, she’s feeling light headed. Her soft body against his hard chest, and then she realised she has nothing more than a sports bra on, and he can feel everything.

‘We were just stretching, after a run.’ Her voice trembled, unsure if it’s because of fear or excitement, however, it’s fairly obvious that it’s because of Dean.

He sucked on her exposed skin, she felt like she’s having an oxygen deprivation problem. ‘Don’t you lie to me little omega. I smell slick on you. I smell Sam on you.’ He let out a grunt when the thought entered his mind.

‘We didn’t do anything. I swear.’ She’s hanging onto his neck, finally opening her eyes, his green eyes darker than usual, she can feel his arousal pressed harshly against her heat, now she really needs new pants. The friction is delicious, he can just take her right now, with all the slick she’s producing, and she wouldn’t care if anyone see them.

He ground against her, satisfied with the soft whimpers she’s letting out. They were lost in the moment, and then, Dean’s phone rang. It’s like he’s waking up from a dream, and back to reality, and reality has so many problems.

Even they thought she’s a beta. Dean is oblivious like that, but Sam’s scenting is probably the best in all hunters. Sam had his doubts but she didn’t look like an omega and she’s way too comfortable with two alphas.

The crying in the first meeting is soon forgotten, somehow Dean’s the one who suggested her to stay, the only reason he gave Sam is that ‘she should stay.’, and Sam knew better than to give his big brother shit when he’s having a rare honest moment in his life. So she stayed.

It was one of those nights, Dean needed to fuck his stress out. Hunters are probably the best job for alphas, let the beast in the alpha out, and then all that’s left is sex, and after a hunt, Dean needs sex.

Sam’s a little different, he can’t completely separate sex with emotions, while Dean excelled at that.

And while Dean’s on his way out, he out-of-characterly gave her a kiss on the cheek. In that close of proximity, she can scent him perfectly, her heart stopped, her smiled froze at the corner of her mouth. It froze, it did not falter. She was very proud of that moment of her life.

It faltered when he’s out of the door though, and she sobbed again. Now she knew why.

Sam didn’t understand that, but he gave her a hug anyway, he lean down, rested his head on her shoulder. And now Sam could scent her.

Given Sam’s extraordinary ability of scenting, he could only scent her now. He held her by her upper arms, eyes wide while he stared at her. She just kept sobbing. Now she looked like an omega, vulnerable, submissive, tiny even. She’s small, but she always looked taller than she actually is, sometimes even looked comparable to the Winchesters’ boys.

Because she always stood tall, her head held high but not prideful, she simply, is. There’s absolutely no alpha in her, and she does not look like, steel like and act like an omega. She’s gentle, like a beta, her suppressants must be extra good, because after almost two years together, he could only scent her now.

But everything has to be put aside now, because she’s crying, sobbing, because of Dean.

He wiped her tears, and she looked back up to him. Her glassy eyes made her blue looked even clearer. No one should look this good while crying.

‘I am his.’ She had a little hiccup, ‘But he’s mated.’ She wiped away even more tears that came, breathing heavily, she tried to calm herself and failed. ‘I’m not needed.’

Sam knew, the year that he’s gone, Dean officially mated Lisa, he knew Ben wasn’t his, the little boy smelled just a little differently. But he loved her and her loved that little boy who likes AC/DC and hangs with him in the garage.

When he decided to leave them, Castiel wiped away his claim, but not hers, he wanted to belong to someone, he had belonged to someone and he refused to let that go.

Castiel obliged, because a claim went both ways, if one of them is gone, the claim is gonna fade away sooner or later, any widow or widower gone through the same.

He didn’t want any girls for awhile after Lisa anyways. And when the claim started to fade, he had to accept it, losing a mate, it’s tremendous pain, lots are willing to help him forget.

He didn’t know how to explain it to her, Lisa’s claim is fading, but he didn’t know how long it would take for it to fade completely, especially when Dean’s obviously holding on to it.

He knew better than to challenge an omega who recognised her alpha, no matter to her almost ‘inability’ to scent, there’s no vague or almost or scented like when an omega or alpha found their mate, it’s the most definite thing in the world.

If she said he’s her alpha, he’s her alpha, and she just lost her alpha, she had already lost her alpha since the day they met, and she mourned him and she’s morning him right now.

For the first time in his life, Sam had no idea what to do, in the most desperate time of all, he always has a plan, or they always have a plan, it might be an insane plan, crazy, dangerous, might not even be plausible but a plan no less.

But maybe, just maybe, Sam can help. He can help this little omega who had come to be a sister of his and his stupid brother find love.

He carried the girl in his arms, carried her to the bed, and just let her nest in him. He had no desire for her, she belongs to his brother, and partly he had already accepted her into his tiny pack, she’s been a part of his pack which consisted mainly of just him and his brother, ever since Dean had said ‘she should stay.’

She nested comfortably in Sam, her arms around his neck, her head buried at the crook of his neck, inhaling his soothing scent. She knew Sam’s an alpha, but he did not set any alarms off in her, it’s just calming, soothing with Sam. He made her feel safe.

She calmed down eventually, breathing in and out with Sam.

‘So, you’re an omega, huh.’ Sam lightly said.

‘Yeah.’ Her voice heavy after the crying.

‘You don’t feel like one, you don’t even smell like one.’ He wondered about this since the minute he knew.

‘I have a weak scent, not good at scenting either, and my heat’s not as bad as everyone. I’m almost 30, still not mated and I’m not dead am I?’ She refused to lift up her head, Sam smelled nice.

‘Thought you have some super suppressants or something.’

‘Just normal ones.’ 30-year-old unmated omega is almost unheard of, one without any pups, even rare. But even though she’s alive now, you can’t cheat biology, she didn’t think she’d ever find a mate, she estimated 35 would be the last of her years, but she always assumes she’d be dead before then, while hunting most definitely.

And now she found Dean. And she lost Dean.

Sam spoke softly, as if talking to a scared animal, which she probably is. ‘You don’t act like an omega.’

‘Raised different.’ The though of her parents almost bring a new wave of tears. ‘Dad’s an alpha, Mom’s an omega.’

She raised her head a little, wiping the tears off her face and Sam’s neck, it must not be comfortable, having tears down your neck that is not yours. Sam just let her. Once they are both dried, she rested her head back to his shoulder this time.

‘Mom said it’s an alpha’s job to protect his pack, his mate and his pups. So they have to strong, assertive, dominance, because if they showed weakness, it’s an invitation to others to walk all over their pack, so that cannot happen.’ She tightened her arms around his neck, scooping up a little, his arms still around her.

‘But us omegas, we have to strong and smart both, because it’s our job to raise our pups right. We are the first teachers our pups are gonna have, I could have an alpha, beta or omega, and it’s my job to teach them rights and wrongs. We submit to our alphas, not because we are inferior, it’s just that we have different jobs.’

‘Sounds like a great mom.’ And he had a feeling that she’s exactly her mother’s daughter.

‘She was.’ And her parents did exactly that. His father died in the living where they have dinner every night, fighting that demon, her mother, followed her alpha’s command, of not come back for him, and keep their child safe. She still remembered her mother’s face, when she pushed her out of the window, remembered her mother’s screams, when she landed on the hydrangeas bushes, and all she could think about it, she had ruined her mother’s hydrangeas.

She kept running since then.

‘How long?’Every alphas and omegas have a limit, if they are unmated, they will feel it, their biological clocks ticking, their heats or ruts go crazy, go dangerous, go unbearable, and then there will come the one, the one where they can’t take it.

’35. If I’m lucky, thought hunting will take me sooner than my heat though.’

He kissed the top of her head, offering support. ‘Would you let me help?’ He knew she wasn’t keen on getting help.

‘Whatever.’ She clutched his shirt, mated is mated, nothing’s gonna change that.

‘He lost his mate. She’s alive, but he lost her. And he’s not, he’s never going back to her again.’ Without going into details, he felt like he shouldn’t be the one explaining this to her. Dean will tell her, he has to tell her.

‘Not because he didn’t love her, right?’ She knows the Winchesters too well, hero-complex, self-sacrificing is like breathing air to them. His silence answered every questions she had.

‘It’s gonna fade eventually.’ He tried for his brother.

‘I don’t think I have that many years.’ She replied, with just the right amount of bitter and desperation, and she’s right, especially when he still loves her, now that her big three-o is coming, it’s gonna be harder and harder for her.

Sam’s head rested against hers, and he realised that he’s not ready to lose her in five short years, not yet. ‘So just let me help.’ He had to try.  

And she sighed. ‘What are you gonna do.’ She accepted her fate long ago, this is just another thing that she has to accept, and she will, but she felt like crying again.

‘Just trust me.’ He rubbed her back and the top of arm, just where he held her. ‘Let’s not lose you in five years, okay?’ She felt his voice trembled, and she would do anything to not hear that.

‘Yeah, whatever you want.’

‘Sleep with me tonight? Just sleep, nothing else. And stop taking your suppressants? Just this month?’ She left the warmth of his comfort, and looked up at him, unsure what he wanted.

‘Believe me. Believe me when I say I won’t let anything bad happened to you, not while you’re off suppressants, not ever.’ He still didn’t completely feel like she’s omega, but he’s not his mate, someone else might have a different opinion.

‘Okay. I trust you.’ Trusting Sam is easy, and after all the crying, she’s tired. Sam held her, lifting her up a bit, until they are both lying comfortably in bed. She’s in his arms all night, and neither of them are uncomfortable.