Sam Winchester Bingo

"Hey, Guys," Y/N greeted Sam and Dean as she entered the Bunker's kitchen with armfuls of shopping bags. Setting them down on the stainless steel island, she turned her attention to the brothers, who sat at the long wooden table, nursing glasses of whiskey. They were both pretty battered and bruised. Sam winced with each breath, and Dean held an ice pack to the back of his head. "Rough hunt?"

"Got the bad guys, saved the vics," Dean replied wearily, tossing the ice pack on the table. "Just got back," he added with a pained moan as he shifted in his seat.

They were both glad to be home. The hunt involved fighting a pack of werewolves, and their bodies were worse for wear after taking hits and being tossed into walls and furniture.

"I should probably take a look at you both," she added, chewing on her lip as she glanced over them.

Despite hunting with the Winchesters for a couple of years, and hunting alone many years before that, the last hunt she took part in had injured her gravely, and she'd nearly died from her wounds. Though Sam and Dean were able to save her in time and patch her up, it scared her to her core, and she carried the scars as a permanent reminder of her close call. So she decided to quit hunting.

It was an easy decision, which surprised her. She relegated herself to research and other duties and tried her hand at the domestic side of things. She had picked up cooking and laundry, helped clean and put away weapons, and patched and healed them to the best of her abilities.

Although Y/N had to work to improve those abilities, she studied in the car on long drives and whenever she had downtime to herself or the brothers didn't need immediate help with something. She focused on medical training and injury treatment, as the brothers were accustomed to using fishing hooks and dental floss as makeshift treatments. If she couldn't hunt, she could provide top-notch care to those who still fought the good fight.

She had also focused on massage therapy, having learned that it offered many benefits beyond just feeling good. She knew more about alleviating pain, cramps, and knots, as well as easing joint issues, by studying anatomy to understand how these conditions were all connected. She discovered that she not only had a natural talent for it but also genuinely enjoyed the subject, the pursuit of knowledge, self-teaching, and practicing as much as possible.

It had become routine for her to check on the brothers, tend their wounds, and give them massages for their aching bodies. She established a new medical kit with proper supplies, and the guys allowed her to care for them, which often helped them recover more quickly and feel better. It was the least she could do for them, the closest thing she had to best friends and family, and they more than deserved it. They put themselves through the ringer time and again to save tons of people, who were often very ungrateful.

"Can't wait to get your hands on me, Sweetheart?" Dean chuckled, then groaned.

Y/N snorted a laugh, "Sure thing, Stud. Why don't you go shower and meet me in the infirmary? Then I'll get my hands all over you," she added with a wink.

Sam watched with a furrowed brow as Dean and Y/N flirted and teased. It had become part of their routine, and Sam knew it was just friendly banter. Dean knew how Sam felt about her, but Sam despised anyone flirting with her, especially his brother, when he could barely do so himself. He was pretty sure Dean did it to tease Sam over his inability to make a move when it came to her.

Once Dean was gone, Y/N turned to Sam with a warm smile that sent his heart racing. "You too, Handsome," she grinned, and Sam couldn't stop the dopey smile from her endearment.

"Yes, Ma'am," he playfully saluted as he left for the showers.

Sam wasn't typically so terrible with women. He picked up notes over the years from Dean and tried things himself, and he could easily get a woman's attention when he wanted, except with Y/N. Around her, he was always flustered, shy, unsure of himself, or what to say or do. It had been that way since they'd met.

He and his brother had been on a vampire hunt, unaware that another hunter was on the case. She swung her machete, decapitating the foul creatures with ease. She was aiming for Sam next when Dean jumped in to clarify that there were hunters, not monsters. Once the case was complete, the vampires dead, and the victims saved, Dean predictably flirted with Y/N and tried for a hookup, but she politely turned him down. 

A few run-ins on cases later, they had learned that she hunted alone because she was utterly alone. Sam and Dean both encouraged her to join them and hunt with them. Dean and Y/N had great chemistry, but it developed into a flirtatious friendship. She was different from Sam, softer and less sure at times. But she didn't flirt or play around with Sam as she did with Dean, and it often left Sam jealous. 

Eventually, she visited the Bunker, and the brothers convinced her to stay. She'd been there with them ever since. After moving in, whatever awkwardness was between her and Sam eased, and she mostly interacted the same with both of them, though she was still somewhat reserved in her dealings with Sam. He figured that was his fault for inadvertently being closed off because he could never gather the courage to talk to her like he genuinely wanted.

Sam dragged his feet, his body aching as he entered his room and took his time gathering a change of clothes and his towel for the shower. Dean was usually pretty quick, so if he timed it right, Dean would be done, or nearly, when Sam reached the bathroom. As he rounded the corner into the large bathroom, Dean exited with a grunt of acknowledgment, the steam from his shower billowing out the door.

He struggled to undress and hissed as the hot water hit his sore flesh. Dean always teased him for taking long showers to wash his 'princess hair', but really, he needed the time to jerk off before seeing Y/N so that he wouldn't be so unbearably aroused in her presence and when her hands were all over him. It didn't really help, but he needed it anyway. 

But Sam couldn't even bring himself to attempt it, too sore and tired from the hunt. He washed his body and hair and let the water soothe him before he inevitably had to face the woman he was pretty sure he was in love with. Even though she seemed to get flustered every time she got her hands on him, which he didn't mind, he could never quite muster the courage to say anything.

-

Dean arrived first in the infirmary, as per usual, smiling at Y/N and sitting atop the adjustable padded table she'd bought just for patching them up and giving massages. Dean wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loved and looked forward to it, the feeling of being pampered and cared for. By the time she finished tending to his wounds with bandages and salves, she massaged the aches and strains of hunting from his aging body, which always left him so boneless and relaxed.

"You didn't fall asleep on me again, did you?" Y/N asked softly, in case he had fallen asleep. 

He grunted, and she grinned, patting him on the back to let him know she was finished. He groaned again as he sat up on the edge of the table and slowly tugged on his t-shirt, closer to sleep than he wanted to admit.

"Always make me feel so good, Sweetheart," Dean slurred in his relaxed state. 

Sam paused in the doorway, neither of them noticing his presence initially, as Y/N finished with Dean. She leaned in close, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder as she spoke softly, and Sam felt a curl of jealousy in his chest.

"And there's pie in the fridge."

"God, I love it when you talk sexy to me," Dean grinned, hopping off the table to get some pie before heading off for much-needed rest. He patted Sam on the shoulder as he passed, and any negative thoughts he had faded away when she noticed him and smiled that tender smile he loved.

Y/N glanced at Sam, her cheeks hot from Dean's retreating comment. She could tell Sam was tense and upset, likely due to the hunt, and she desperately wanted to make him feel better. He had glared at his brother, but his gaze softened when it landed on her. 

When he looked at her like that, she felt intense flutters, but she never let herself read into it too much. They were just friends, and she knew he didn't see her that way, no matter how much she wanted it. Sam had gone through many heartbreaks, and she knew he was closed off to the idea of someone else, let alone someone like her.

"Have a seat," she patted the table, and Sam's feet moved on their own, carrying him across the room to her. He sat on the table and removed his shirt, knowing she'd want to check him over. He was mainly covered in bruises and scratches that would heal on their own with time, but also had a split above his eyebrow that throbbed fiercely and needed at least bandages.

She gasped as she looked at him, and he followed her gaze to the startlingly large black and purple bruise that covered his right pectoral and up to his shoulder. It hurt, but it wasn't anything difficult to manage. He hadn't checked himself in the mirror before coming to the infirmary and was filled with guilt over making her worry.

Y/N wanted to be transfixed by his body, which she usually was, as it was revealed just for her, if not in the way she necessarily desired. But once she saw the scratches and bruising littering his torso - especially the large and nasty one on his chest - it was enough to distract her from his physique, his well-being at the forefront of her mind.

He inhaled sharply as her delicate fingers brushed softly over the discolored skin, as if her touch alone could heal. His crush on her wasn't making things easier, but the fact that he was touch-starved in general made it even more challenging to compose himself. Every touch felt special and reverent, or maybe that was just his imagination. It was special to him anyway.

"Looks worse than it feels," he promised, again feeling bad for causing her concern.

As Y/N carefully tended to his eyebrow, Sam sat still, trying not to stare at her face as she worked, and make things uncomfortable. He had decided in the shower that he would finally tell her how he felt, hoping that she would reciprocate. Now, under her careful attention, his courage withered.

"I don't know if we should do a massage, Sam," she said once she was done with his brow. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Well, you're not gonna massage my chest, right?" Sam laughed, though he'd let her touch wherever she wanted if she just asked.

"Fine," she relented. "Lie on your stomach, but tell me if it hurts too much, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded and readily agreed, lying on the table as told and finding it quite comfortable. The padding alleviated the pressure on his battered chest, and the table was long enough to support his whole body, so no part was hanging off. He sighed and melted into the comfortable padding.

Y/N took a deep breath as her eyes ran the expanse of his broad back. Sam was a perfect anatomy lesson, with muscles defined and visible beneath his tanned and taut skin, making it easier to find and work out the knots and sore spots. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, reminding herself this was to help him and not to help herself.

She focused on her task, settling her hands in and starting her practiced techniques. As she found knots and sore spots, she gently worked them out. Sam's approving moans and grunts were locked in her brain, and she was grateful he couldn't see her face. She was trying hard to focus on her task and not on the delicious, firm, warm skin beneath her fingers.

Her fingertips ran over the various scars that marred his skin; his very story lay before her. She tried not to think about how being touched by him made her feel. The heat emanating from him made her feel hot. The lines of his muscles made her ache to see them move in different ways: beneath her, above her, her fingers digging and dragging and feeling every inch. She clenched her thighs in a failed attempt to stem her growing arousal, struggling to bury her feelings.

Sam mostly expected a relaxing massage that soothes you, but doesn't really alleviate the pain or kinks. He'd had massages before where people dug too deep and hard, making the aches worse. But Y/N had a balance to her touch, just the right amount of press, easing away the soreness, relaxing him to the point of nearly dozing off.

"You're so good at this," Sam slurred, his body utterly lax under her touch. Her chuckle made him smile, and he closed his eyes as he basked in her pampering, hovering somewhere between consciousness under her talented hands.

"Love that you take such good care'a us," Sam spoke, his words slurred as his body rocked under her touch, the resistance and tension dissipated. "Love how ya always lookin' out for us."

"I love that you two let me," she laughed, amused at Sam's relaxed state. He was rarely ever this comfortable, his guards down and so open. It felt like a treat or reward for her efforts.

"Love that you live here and share our lives," he added wistfully, and Y/N fell quiet, listening as he continued talking about the things he enjoyed about her. "Love your cooking, your stories, your laugh," he added with a chuckle and contented sigh. "Just love you."

That made her pause in her movements, her hands stilled above his body, unsure if she'd heard him correctly or if she was daydreaming again. "What?"

"What?" Sam responded to her question, opening his eyes and twisting his head to look back at her. 

It took his tired brain a minute to register what he'd said. The thing. Out loud! 

Sam pushed himself up and sat on the table, his long legs hanging over the side, locking eyes with Y/N. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but slurred word vomit wasn't precisely what he had in mind.

"Y/N, I-"

"You love me?" she asked, trying not to get herself too wound up. He nodded, reaching a point of no return and praying that she didn't stomp all over his heart. Her bright grin and shining eyes lifted the heavy weight from his heart. "I-I love you, too."

The second the words left her lips, she kicked herself. What if he meant it as a platonic love, and she'd just ruined everything by confessing her love, which was most definitely not platonic. But his smile matched the one she bore as he pulled her closer, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her sweetly. She sighed and relaxed into him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

Sam's heart raced, and he could feel hers beating just as fast against his ribcage. He laughed, and she did too; the nervous tension dissipated, morphing into something special and new. "So does that mean you'll go out with me?" Sam asked with a smirk, more confident now that he knew he wouldn't be rejected.

"Yes," she smiled, leaning in to capture his lips again. Now that she could kiss him, she wasn't sure she could ever stop.

-

Sam and Y/N had been together for two deliriously happy months. While they'd been hit with a string of back-to-back hunts and increased monster activity, Y/N traveled with them, which made being on the road and away from home more bearable.

Y/N was always a welcome addition to any hunt, even though she'd quit the actual hunting side of things; she was still incredibly helpful and a part of the team. Aside from researching and piecing together clues with clever insight, she also took on the roles of caregiver, nurse, and masseuse, which boosted their morale and kept them limber for the fight.

Now, though, Sam was treated to random touches and massages that soothed, comforted, or aroused. Unfortunately, nothing went further between them than some heavy petting and make-out sessions, and that was when there wasn't a case to work, a monster to kill, injuries to tend to, or Dean present almost constantly.

As they drove, Y/N leaned forward in the backseat, noticing Sam reading studiously on his phone and rubbing his neck from looking down so long, and reached up with gentle hands to rub his neck and scratch her nails through his hair. Sam groaned in delight, his eyes fluttered closed, his phone lay forgotten in his lap as he surrendered to the incredible sensations. 

"Where's my lovin'?" Dean pouted, sporting his latest kick of faux jealousy.

"She's my girlfriend," Sam countered.

Y/N and Dean both smirked, though for very different reasons. Dean was truly happy for them and glad his brother finally made a move. Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease and taunt to his heart's content. Y/N, on the other hand, just adored hearing Sam say the words, so easily and confidently that she swooned every time.

Unknown to either Y/N or Dean, Sam had been researching massage and various styles and techniques. He wanted to be supportive and understand when she spoke about it. But he also wanted to return the favor. She took such good care of him and his big brother, and he wanted her to relax and feel cared for, too. By the time they pulled into the Bunker, Sam had his plan worked out.

First, he immediately cornered Dean in his room and asked him - firmly suggested, told, whatever - to disappear for at least a night. To his surprise, the older man didn't put up a fight, but grinned, shot finger guns at Sam, and was gone no more than thirty minutes later. Sam suspected he wanted to see that cute little brunette from the Gas-N-Sip in town again, but he didn't care.

Next, he went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet to the large claw-footed tub off to the side. Stopping the drain, he added a few drops of rose oil he had stored among many ingredients in their store rooms, and left the tub to fill as the aroma slowly permeated the room.

Heading to her room, he found Y/N putting away her things, sorting out her dirty clothes, and tending to her regular post-hunt activities.

"Hey, Baby," Sam greeted, cupping her cheek and pecking her lips. "Dean's gone, we have the place to ourselves," he grinned.

"Oh yeah?" she smirked seductively. "Whatever shall we do?"

"Hmm, I hoped you'd let me take care of you."

She tilted her head as her brow lightly furrowed, "Is that innuendo or-"

Sam laughed. "Yes and no," he said, and kissed her again, like he did every chance he got since that first time. "Come on." 

Leading her by the hand, he walked her into the bathroom, which was now filled with steam and the sweet scent of roses. Y/N paused and grinned at the beautiful gesture, her heart swelling more at the romanticism. She smiled at him, with a happy whine of his name, breathing deeply of the calming scent which was one of her favorites.

"I was thinking, you could take a bath," Sam said, swaying them slightly with his arms around her, holding her close. "Then I could give you a massage," he grinned, kissing the tip of her nose. "You've more than earned it, especially after taking such good care of us." He toyed with the hem of her shirt, his gaze turning hungry. "May I?"

Y/N's breath hitched as she nodded, granting the permission he sought to start undressing her. They'd never really gotten to this part, only removing shirts or pants in their intent to go further, but always stopped and were thwarted. She was desperate to have her hands and eyes on every part of him. 

Sam hummed and bit his lip as he slowly peeled each piece of clothing from her body, his eyes shamelessly roaming her revealed figure. She was more beautiful than he had imagined, and he felt blessed to be with her in this way. He was very tempted to forgo all his plans and take her right then and there. But there was a method to his madness, and he forced himself to remain calm and patient.

"Just wait 'til I get my hands on you," he teased, helping her settle into the bath. She moaned at the heat and her body's instant reaction to the soothing environment. "I'll be right back," Sam whispered, rising to leave the room. She pouted dramatically, but Sam just chuckled and continued on his path.

While Y/N relaxed in the tub, Sam initiated the next phase of his plan. Entering his room - because he really, really wanted her in his room and bed - he gathered, set up, and lit various candles along the nightstands and desk. Then he plugged in his oil warmer and added a few drops of scents he knew Y/N loved, which he, too, admittedly enjoyed. 

He smiled, remembering her explaining aromatherapy and the importance of scents to the mind and body. Sam already knew that, but he attentively listened anyway, basking in her excitement and knowledge. Hearing her discuss a topic she loved and had learned a great deal about was captivating, and he adored the sound of her voice, regardless of the subject or tone.

Everything in place, Sam went back to the bathroom, smiling at the sight of Y/N, eyes closed and relaxed in the bathtub. "You didn't fall asleep on me, did you?" Sam teased, pulling up a small footstool to sit beside the tub.

"This was a great idea, Sam," she grinned, body completely lax from the hot water and soothing scents. 

"Can I?" he asked, holding up a washcloth. She giggled and nodded, and Sam returned the bright smile. Wetting the cloth, he began gently bathing every inch of her. Not only did it help ease away her stress and aches, but it also allowed him to explore and enjoy her fully. It didn't feel like a chore or a service, but more like an opportunity to worship at her altar, and Sam was more than willing.

After the bath, he helped her out, then proceeded to dry her off himself, even crouching down to dry her feet. She giggled, holding onto him for balance, wondering why he'd gotten so overly romantic lately, not that she was complaining.

"Sam, you don't have to," she said as he finished and wrapped the towel around her body.

"I know I don't have to," Sam laughed, scooping her into his arms and grinning at her squeal. "I get to."

She was surprised when he carried her to his room rather than to hers. She hadn't had a change of clothes with her, but she suspected, since this began, that she wasn't going to need them. He set her on her feet and kissed her sweetly.

"Take off the towel and lie on your front on the bed," he instructed, and she complied with a sly smile. 

She'd yet to see Sam fully naked, but she didn't mind playing along with whatever he had in mind. She could be patient if that's what he wanted from her. But that didn't mean she couldn't tease him a little. She slowly crawled on hands and knees, letting Sam see everything. 

Arching her back, she slid down comfortably on the bed with a sigh, wiggling her hips a little as she adjusted to the bed. Sam's sharp intake of breath made her grin. Knowing that Sam wanted her, was attracted to her, and wasn't turned off when he'd seen her nude made her all kinds of brave.

A rustling of clothes had her looking over her shoulder in time to see Sam stripped down to his boxer briefs. She didn't get a moment to truly appreciate it, though, before he crawled over her prone form and kissed along her spine. She was dying to get a chance to see Sam in all his glory; she'd dreamed and fantasized about it enough.

"Goddamn, Baby, you're so fucking sexy," Sam praised, and Y/N swooned under him. She squirmed her hips back into his, gasping at his hardening length as it brushed against her through the thin fabric. He hissed, and she smiled again. "Behave," he chastised, nipping at her shoulder. "I have a plan, and you're making it very hard to stick to it."

"I can tell," she gasped, rubbing her ass back into his growing bulge.

He kissed her hard before he crawled off her body, and she tried not to whine at the loss of him and his warmth. She felt the bed dip as he sat at the end and started massaging one foot, then the other. She moaned as he worked out pains she wasn't aware of, and she decided maybe Sam did know better, because what he was doing with his hands was heavenly.

She had always admired his hands, how large and strong they were. But she also found them somehow attractive, if that could be said of hands, and Sam's were particularly nice to look at: larger than average, with long, delicate fingers that could turn a page or strike a man dead. She'd often imagined what they would feel like all over her, in her, and now she could drown and relish the sensations.

Those glorious hands continued their path up her legs, massaging her calves and thighs. Sam maintained a perfect balance of firmness to alleviate and relax, gentleness to arouse, and sureness in his techniques to make her think maybe he'd studied this or done it before. 

He massaged up to the inner crease of her thigh, but pointedly avoided her most sensitive areas. Y/N whined and ground her hips involuntarily, desperate to feel his fingers move just the smallest amount to where she needed him most. But then he backed away and started on the other thigh, again working to the crease, but avoiding her center.

"Sam," she whined, but it came out more as a desperate plea. He chuckled, moving to her ass and cupping each cheek in a hand, his thumbs digging into the undersides. 

"I love it when you say my name like that," he said in a low voice, kissing over her back as his hands massaged the path they left behind. 

He continued over her back and to her shoulders, rubbing the muscles until they were lax. Smirking to himself and loving how worked up she got from his teasing, Sam shifted his hips so the covered tip of his cock teased at her entrance. He then used one large hand to wrap around the back of her neck, pulling and tugging as his fingers worked the muscles. She moaned, squirming beneath him, but his hold was firm enough to hold her in place. After a minute, he pulled back, squeezing the base of his cock to calm himself down.

"Roll over so I can do the front."

"What?" She quickly rolled to her back, "You're joking, right?' she chuckled.

"Nope," he grinned, starting again at her ankles and working his way up. 

Half of her truly loved the incredible, relaxing, and talented massage, which was better than any she'd had before. She'd pay a professional for this kind of relief. But the other half was utterly aroused, desperate for Sam to make her cum. She couldn't stay still as his hands worked over her body. 

He again teased at the crease of her thigh, but this time his pinky stuck out and barely grazed her wetness. Sam moaned and bit his lip as she tried to move into his touch, but he was gone a moment later, gliding his hands over her torso and squeezing more than massaging at this point. 

"I wanna learn every inch of you," he breathed against her skin as his hands cupped her breasts. She moaned louder and canted her hips, but he stayed on his knees just out of reach, her legs pinned together. "Wanna learn every sound. Every moan, gasp, sigh, every little thing that gets you begging for me."

"Fuck, Sam."

"Yeah," he dreamily sighed. "Just like that."

He lapped at her nipple before taking it into his warm, wet mouth, teasing her with his tongue and lips while his fingers pinched and pulled at the other. His hand and mouth were very different but equally pleasant sensations. He had her alarmingly close to coming already. He seemed to know it, too, as he sat back on his heels again, stroking his cock through his boxers as he gazed down at her with a crooked smirk.

"Sam!" Y/N whined, which turned into a whimper as he languidly stroked himself through his boxers.

"Yes, Baby?" The bastard grinned knowingly and bit his lip.

"Touch me."

"I am touching you."

"Please, make me cum, Sam," she begged, letting her hand slide down her body and between her legs. Sam snatched her hand away before she could claim even a moment of relief.

"You need to cum, Baby?" He teased, kissing his way down her body and toward her sensitive center.

"Sam, you're a dirty tease," she tried to sound stern, but only moaned as her hands sank into his hair and she writhed in desperation beneath him.

He chuckled, his warm breath teasing his touch against her mound. "Okay, Baby. I got you."

Sam teased a finger along her damp folds, parting the lips to graze her clit, before descending to her entrance and playing with her abundant wetness. He breached her with one finger, sliding in smoothly, before slowly pulling out and repeating the action.

She tugged harshly on his hair as he found the soft spot within her, and sucked her clit between his lips as he added a second finger. She was so wound up that she came in a matter of seconds, and Sam worked her through it, but didn't relent as she came down. He picked up his pace, adding a third finger and rapidly flicking her bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue until she released again with a harsh cry of his name.

Y/N was swimming in happy endorphins. She'd never had more than two orgasms in one setting and rarely even two. Sam had brought her over the edge quickly and easily, and he hadn't even been inside her yet. His tender kisses up her body and over her neck slowly brought her back to where she wanted to be more than anywhere, with Sam.

"Taste so sweet," Sam spoke softly, kissing her deeply. "So beautiful when you come undone for me." Hovering his face above hers, he lifted the fingers that were inside of her and meticulously licked them clean, letting her see him enjoying her.

"You're so dirty," she grinned, kissing him and tasting herself on his tongue, their combined flavors something new, unique, and entirely addicting.

"You love it," he sassed back, rutting his hard cock through her folds, letting the head bump her clit on each pass. She gasped, and he doubled his efforts, bending to work her nipples with mouth and fingers until she was on edge once more.

"I really do," she agreed, moaning relentlessly.

She was so sensitive, and so incredibly turned on by Sam - his hands, his mouth, his body, his voice - that she was ready to fall a third time. As she tried to warn him, he slid his cock within her to the hilt and barely rocked his hips as she clenched hard around him.

"Shh, it's okay, Baby. I'm right here," Sam soothed. 

She didn't realize she had tears leaking from her eyes until Sam tenderly kissed them away. She'd never come so much or felt such pure bliss. When she calmed, Sam started slow thrusts, pulling out and pushing back in just as slow, all the while his eyes were laser-focused on her for any sign of discomfort. All the teasing had wound him up, too, and it was getting harder to hold off his completion in favor of hers.

With a light buck of her hips and a soft smile, they rolled together, managing to stay connected, as he now lay beneath her.

"But I had a whole plan," Sam playfully complained, his hands and eyes wandering in a frenzy as she sat up straight atop his hips. She was gorgeous, but the way the candlelight lit up her curves and shadows, casting her in a gentle but warm glow, was ethereal. 

She gasped and held a hand over her stomach, feeling how deep Sam was inside of her. Sam grinned and gripped her hips, thrusting up into her and relishing the harsh moan he ripped from her lips.

"I know, but I want to take care of you, too, Sam."

She leaned down, nipping along his throat and jaw as she gently rode him, squeezing her inner walls to massage his shaft. Sam moaned, his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him as they moved together.

"You do take care of me," Sam moaned and gripped her hips tighter as she sat up and bounced on his cock. "Fuck! Such good care of me."

Sam sat up with her in his lap, a hand on her ass and the other in her hair as he tilted her head to give him access to her neck. She was particularly sensitive there, and Sam worked every bit between lips and teeth, marking her up and adding to her pleasurable sensations.

"Feel so good, Baby. Taking this cock so well."

"Sam!" She clenched around him as he spoke his words against her skin.

Feeling her about to come again, he wrapped one arm around her and leaned back on the other as he thrust up into her, moving her as he pleased and caressing her deepest reaches.

"Come on, Baby," Sam encouraged, knowing he wasn't far behind. "One more for me, wanna feel you squeezing my cock."

As if following his command, she came hard, her mouth open in a silent scream as she lost all control and rode the intense waves. Sam struggled to focus, his heart and his cock ready to burst at the sight of her as she came undone entirely for him. He kissed her hard and deep as he slammed home, cumming deep inside as she quivered in his lap.

When she finally came back to herself and caught her breath, she was on her back, Sam above, and still inside of her as he sweetly and tenderly kissed her everywhere he could reach.

"I love you," she breathed out as she lifted a shaky hand to pull his lips to hers. She couldn't believe that Sam was finally hers and that she got to be with him this way. More than just the sex, which was by far the best she'd ever had, and she would not let herself cry from her close to bursting heart, especially after their first time together, was his attention, care, and love in every touch and action. She felt lucky, honored, and blessed to be able to love him and be loved in return.

He grinned against her mouth as he slowly withdrew, and she whimpered. "I love you, too."

She further enjoyed his touch and his large and capable hands as he cleaned the mess between her legs, then went about the room, blowing out the various candles he had lit, before settling into the bed with her. He pulled her into his arms, unable to stop touching or kissing her for longer than a moment. She didn't mind, pretty sure she never wanted to be without Sam and his glorious hands ever again.

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SAM WINCHESTER:

Warnings: Established Relationship-Cheating-Anonymous Sex-Hair Pulling-Public Sex-Masks-Mirror Sex-Anal Sex-Angst and Fluff and Smut

Special thanks to @copperboom82 for your beta skills and all your support. And all the mods for hosting such fun challenges. I had a blast!

FanFicWritersOfTheSPNFandom Discord Server Kinktober Challenge Prompt: - Hair kink/Hair pulling -Mask

Cult Of Chaos Cultober Challenge Prompt: - "They didn't even say goodbye."

@samwinchesterbingo

- Public Sex

Sam had never been a big fan of Halloween, and he hated stupid costume parties even more. Yet he was glad Jess was able to talk him into this one.

"Fuck… right there…" he cried out as the masked stranger slammed inside him. "Don't stop."

"Oh, don't worry, princess," he hummed, his fingers twisting the boy's chestnut locks as he quickened the pace of his hips. "I wasn't planning on it."

The marble countertop of the nightclub's bathroom was cool under Sam's hands, grounding his hazy mind as the man stretched his walls. His eyes shifted up into the mirror in front of him, just in time to watch the masked man's head fall backwards, a growl pushing out his slackened jaw. He reared his hips back, forcing the cock deeper, earning a loud moan. Sam's breath hitched when the piercing blue eyes locked on his. He had never seen eyes like that before. And the way they fucking sparkled, it would be too easy to get lost.

"You like watching, there, sweetheart?" he asked, his gaze not leaving Sam's. "Like watching me make this tight little ass mine?" he taunted, pulling Sam's hair when his stare dropped to the sink, forcing it back to him. "Nu huh, I want you to watch."

God damn, this guy was hot, and he knew it. Sam would give just about anything to get fucked this good every night. He loved Jess; he couldn't deny that, but it was never like this.

"Tell me!" the man demanded, "Tell me how good it feels."

"So-so fucking good," Sam stammered, his stomach slamming against the counter from the force. The man's hand slid over his hip bone, wrapping his fingers around Sam's cock once he found it, making Sam cry out again.

"You're close, aren't you, sweetheart?"

"Y-yes…" Sam groaned as the tension soared to its peak. The sensations were too much: his cock, his hand, those fucking eyes. One last grunt pushed past his lips, shooting his load all over the floor. He watched the man's lips twist into a smirk, gripping his hip while he chased his own orgasm, "Come on.." Sam taunted, "fill me up."

With one loud groan and a deep thrust, the man obliged his request, filling Sam's hole to the brim.

"So…" Sam murmured, buttoning his jeans after he got cleaned. "Am I ever going to see you again?"

"That depends…" the man said, grabbing the belt loop of Sam's pants and pulling. "Do you want to see me again?"

He swallowed hard, his lips just inches away from Sam's. "Of course I do."

A chuckle floated through the air before he captured Sam's lips in a passionate kiss. "Then you will," he whispered, giving the boy one more quick peck before turning towards the door.

"Hey!" Sam exclaimed, stopping him when his hand turned the lock. "I didn't catch your name…"

The man flashed another smile. "It's Castiel."

"Hey, Brady!" Jess yelled over the music once she approached, "Have you seen Sam?"

"I haven't!" he replied, leaning into her ear, a little too close for her comfort. "I thought he left."

She knew how he felt about this holiday, knew he hated it with a fucking passion. But she didn't think he would just leave, yet no one had seen him.

Brady's hand slid over her jawbone, his head dipping as he closed the distance between them. "If you want me to stop, tell me now."

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the anger running through her veins. But she didn't want him to.

"You know what, fuck it," she sneered, pulling him closer. "He didn't even say goodbye."

Until It Aches

“You're doing so well, Sam,” Gabriel praised, his fingers tracing up Sam's back as he walked around the groaning man who was tied to a raised bench.

His eyes roved over Sam's upper half, the brunette blindfolded and bent over a long cushioned plank with his wrists and hips strapped to it. Sam's arms hanging down the legs of it. The archangel hummed as Sam's muscles tensed, and his toes curled, the archangel's gaze continued down his body to the toy and the attached machine. His lips parted as the machine pressed inside him, thrusting into his prostate. With each hard thrust into him, Sam let out a moan.

Sam's head lolled to the side, jerking with each hot burst of pleasure. His voice was hoarse as he moaned, his heavy shaft hanging between his legs with pre-cum dripping from his tip. Gabriel continued to circle him, watching Sam's pinned erection jump where it was pressed against the edge of the plank and pointed to the floor. His smirk widened, watching the puddle of come under him and the precum that leaked from him at each hard thrust against his prostate. The celestial watched as Sam's thick thighs tensed in their position, his legs kept in place by the spreaders connecting his thighs and ankles.

The hunter didn't seem to know whether he wanted to pull away or rock towards the continued overstimulation, but regardless, the strap across his hips kept him flat against the bench.

"So good for me,” the archangel purred. “Think you can come again, Sammy?”

The hunter released a guttural groan trying to find his mind enough to answer, swallowing past the shocks of pleasure as he tried to remember how long he had been there or how many times Gabriel had made him come. The archangel had kept him hard after each spurting orgasm, everything running together after the first orgasm from the fucking machine. His jaw hung, and his hands clenched as grace funnelled into him from Gabriel's stroking fingers over his tensing thighs.

"Mm, Sammy?"

Sam could only groan, lost in the feeling of the slide of his come against his thighs, the wetness that clung to his throbbing length and the drool escaping his parted lips. His breath hitched, gasping, as the toy pressed against his prostate and stopped its thrusting.

“I think you can.”

Sam jerked as it vibrated against him with increasing strength. His head rolled, crying out as the toy inside of him stroked and vibrated harder against his overstimulated prostate. Sam offered a cry of Gabriel's name to the archangel above him, eyes squeezing tighter behind the tear stained blindfold.

The brunette panted as it drove him closer once again. His toes curled, cursing and begging as his legs quivered, shaking from the unrelenting toy. His lips parted, unable to think of words past his, the blinding pleasure flooding him as Gabriel rain his fingers up his spine.

"Gonna need an answer," the archangel said, reaching his head and carding his fingers through Sam's sweaty locks and tugging on them.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Human/Vampire Relationship, Blood Kink, Drinking blood, Turning into vampire, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Monsterfucking

Special thanks to @copperboom82 for your beta skills and all your support. And all the mods for hosting such fun challenges. I had a blast!

FanFicWritersOfTheSPNFandom Discord Server Kinktober Challenge Prompt: - Monster Fucking

Cult Of Chaos Cultober Challenge Prompt: -Mid-sentence kiss

@samwinchesterbingo

- Sam/Benny

SWJP Kintober ( @swjpbang ) Prompt: -Blood kink

Sam let out a loud moan as he felt the pointy teeth plunge into his flesh, adding to the pleasure of Benny's thick cock thrusting in and out of his hole. The satisfied hum that left the vampire sipping his blood had Sam's head hazy.

"Fuck… Sam."

He watched red trickle through the salt and pepper stubble, making his lips twist into a smile. "Taste good, baby?"

Benny's thrusts came harder. "You taste and feel so fucking good, sweetheart," Benny managed through his breathy moans. "So fucking perfect." His words made Sam smile wider. "You wanna taste it?"

The breath caught in his throat. Sex was a regular occurrence for the two of them; the blood was somewhat new. Not that it bothered Sam in the slightest. He loved the feeling of satisfying Benny in more ways than one at the same time. However, this had been the first time Benny offered to share. And it caught him off guard.

"How exactly would we do that?"

"Easy," Benny said, dipping his head back down to the open wound on his human's shoulder. Sam moaned as Benny slurped again, getting lost in the pleasure of Sam's flavor and the feeling of his walls clenching around him. He brought his mouth back over to Sam's.

Sam hesitated, but parted his lips, the tangy, metallic taste coated his taste buds as Benny's tongue rolled onto his, taking him back to the high he used to get from it.

"See…" Benny hummed, quickening the pace of his hips. "Easy." The tension in his spine was starting to build, and the sight of his baby with blood smeared all over his lips had it fucking soaring to its peaks.

"You gonna come… for me, Benny?"

Of course, Sam knew; he could always tell when Benny was close.

"Gonna fill me up?" Sam taunted, getting a rumble of a growl in response. "That's it… baby," he sighed, letting out a squeal of pleasure when Benny's hand wrapped around his cock.

"Come with me, sweetheart," Benny pleaded, stroking in perfect rhythm with his hips.

"Benny…"

Benny stopped when Sam's wavering tone sounded an alarm in his head. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." Sam gave him half a smile, his eyes falling to Benny's chest. "I wanna taste you."

"But baby, it's too la—"

Sam's eyes flickered back to his face, watching the realization wash over him.

"You want me to turn you?" Benny questioned. "Are you sure?"

"A forever with you, what's there not to be sure about?"

"Sam..."

"Benny, I've thought about it, debated it in my head. I am ready. I want this. I want you."

"But the blood lust and the —" Sam cut off his words with a passionate kiss.

"Seems like you got it all figured out."

Benny couldn't deny that he would have dreamed about this if vampires had dreams, and there's nothing he would want more than not to watch the love of his life grow old and die.

"I love you, Sam..." his hazel eyes met Benny's. "But—"

Sam lifted his head, capturing Benny's lips in a fiery, passionate kiss, stopping his words mid-sentence. "So you should."

Benny searched his eyes for any kind of uncertainty, but didn't find any.

"Please…"

Benny's stare stayed on Sam as he bit into the flesh of his wrist. "Now, you are 100% sure about this?"

"Absolutely,"

He didn't feel when Sam's fingers wrapped around his arm, bringing the wound to his mouth. Their gaze held as Sam began to drink and buck his his, signaling to his maker for him to continue.

A soft chuckle pushed past his lips as Benny obliged, making Sam whine with a mouth full of blood. He let his emotions take him away as he plunged deeper, faster. knowing how much Sam Winchester loved him, so much he would turn into a fucking monster just to be with him as long as he possibly could, fueled him as he palmed Sam's cock again.

"Fuck… Benny," Sam cried out after getting his fill. "I'm gonna- gonna"

Benny's hand twisted as he chased Sam's climax. "Give it to me, baby."

Sam's walls squeezed Benny tight, and his pearly thick seed shot all over his stomach. "Mmm, baby," Sam murmured when Benny pumped him one last time. "Your turn," Sam taunted, pulling Benny's mouth back to his, weaving their red-stained lips together.

Benny felt the pressure in his spine burst, shooting his load into Sam, coating his insides. "Jesus Christ, Sam," Benny sputtered as he collapsed on top of him, earning a chuckle from him.

The silence hung between them. Benny was scared to speak, thought it would cause Sam to realize what had just happened, and make him freak out. But before he could stop himself, he was already babbling.

"You don't have to turn, ya know," he whispered. "You've cured a vamp before…"

"Don't ruin this…"

"I'm not trying to ruin this. I am trying to let you know you still have options."

"Benny, the day I met you, the second I looked into your eyes, all my options were made. It was you. And now it's really forever."

The corners of his mouth pulled up. "Alright then, I guess we should probably get you some blood."

Warnings: Language, Dom/Sub, Begging, Hair Pulling, Mirror Sex, Kneeling, Unprotected Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Mutual Masturbation,

Special thanks to @copperboom82 for your beta skills and all your support. And all the mods for hosting such fun challenges. I had a blast!

FanFicWritersOfTheSPNFandom Discord Server Kinktober Challenge Prompt: -Begging Kink -Mutual Masturbation

@fandom-free-bingo - "Kneel!"

Cult Of Chaos Cultober Challenge Prompt: -Mirror Sex

SWJP Kinktober -Hair Pulling

@samwinchesterbingo -Dom!Sam

"That's it..." Sam hummed. "Be a good little girl and fuck yourself for me." His hand stroked his length, watching as Ava dragged the pink, rubber dick in and out of her stretched entrance. Her eyes focused on the mirror in front of her, shifting between her swollen little pussy and Sam's thick, hard cock. "Now play with that clit, show me how you make yourself come," he demanded. "And I might just let you ride me."

She quickened the speed of her fingers as they swirled around her bud. The way he eyed her in the mirror, jerking himself off to her, made the fire blaze through her. "You mean… right there?"

Sam's eyebrows rose, his free hand roaming the wood of his chair. "Is that what you want? To bounce on the prince's cock while he sits on his throne?" It wouldn't be the first time since Sam had convinced Azazel that if he was to go along with Hell's plan, he would need a toy to bide his time until the demons were ready for him.

"Please, Sam…" she whined, the pressure in her core already threatening to burst. "Y'know I'd ride you so fucking good…"

His lips twisted in a smirk. "Soon, kitten…" His grip tightened on his shaft. The way she begged for him, like she lived just to be filled with his cock any way he would give it to her was almost enough to make him come undone himself. "Come for me first." And without protest, she continued working herself, with whimpers of his name and how bad she needed him spilling from her lips. She was close; her squirms gave her away. "Mmmm. Good girl," he praised as he watched her orgasm shudder through her, rising to his feet, he continued palming his dick.

Creases formed on her forehead as she joined him. "But I thought—"

"I said soon," he teased, earning a moan from her as his finger crept through her folds, licking them clean after he brought them to his mouth. "Kneel."

Ava did as she was told, forcing his cock to twitch when those jade green eyes looked up at him through her thick lashes. She stayed silent as she waited for another command. It was quick, but he caught it; her eyes snapped right back to his after looking at his cock for a split second.

"Do you wish to please me, princess?" he murmured. The excitement in her green stare grew. "To wrap those pretty little lips around my thick shaft?"

"Yes… please…" she pleaded, "I wanna make you feel good, Sam."

"Proceed."

She started with teasing little kitten licks on his head. Sam resisted the urge to slam into the back of her throat, allowing her to have her fun. A loud groan escaped him as her mouth suddenly enveloped him, her tiny mouth just barely being able to consume his girth. "Such a good fucking girl," he cooed as she took him deeper. Earning even more praises when she started to move, sucking as hard as she could.

She knew how he liked it, knew just how to work him to have him unraveling within minutes. The corners of her mouth twitched up as the drool dripped from them. She would never tire of this view; her master balls deep in her mouth with his head lifted, the pleasure tingling through him, she absolutely loved it.

"Fuck… Ava," he grunted when her hand started caressing his balls, making the tension build in his spine. "You trying to get me off already?" She quirked an eyebrow and continued, "In that case…" his fingers twisted in her hair, bucking his hips as he pulled on the dark brown curls.

He paused when she gagged, but her hands slid to the back of his thighs, guiding him back inside her, reassuring him that she was okay. "Touch yourself," he half pleaded, half demanded. "Moan on my cock while I fuck your pretty little mouth, baby." The tension rose as she obeyed, the vibrations with her wet, hot mouth squeezing him sent him into a daze. "Fuck… baby, just like that." he increased the speed of his hips as his grip tightened in her hair, pounding into the back of her throat. "I'm gonna-gonna."

With one last deep plunge and a loud praise of her name, Ava felt his warm seed ooze over the side of her cheeks, coating her taste buds with his sweet, salty flavor. She released him with a pop, smiling as she watched his chest rise and fall rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. "Was that good, Sammy?" she taunted, hearing his groan as she licked the last drop of cum from his slit.

His hand moved to cup her face, tracing her jaw with his thumb. "So fucking good, princess," he told her before stepping back to take his seat. "Now… come get what you earned." She slowly swaggered over, turning when she approached him. Sam's bottom lip caught in his teeth as he watched her plump, tight ass lower as he sank inside her cunt. "Ride… baby," he encouraged. "Show me how much you love this dick."

His fingers gripped her hips when she increased her speed, filling the room with her scream of satisfaction. Her perky tits bouncing in the mirror caught his attention; he couldn't deny how fucking hot she was, how devoted to his pleasure she was, the perfect little simp for the boy with demon blood. She moaned louder when his fingers found her clit, making her walls clench around his dick.

"Sam… you're gonna…" she warned, her hands finding the arms of the chair to help hold her weight when her mind went hazy. The feeling of his hand, the feeling of how his thickness stretched her so good, the look of ecstasy in the mirror as he fucked her, forcing the pressure as she chased after her climax.

"Go ahead…" his hand slapped her nub and started rubbing again. "Come for me." Her walls started to pulsate, telling him she was ready to topple over. "Now, Ava!" he snapped, getting a wail of his name in response as her orgasm crashed over her again. "My turn."

A yelp pushed out of her throat when he stood up, her hands flat on the warm seat of the chair as he bent her over, slamming back into her without any hesitation, making her cry out again. His hand found her hair again, pulling harder this time as he pounded deep. "Yes… right there," she whined, "Give it to me… Sam."

Her words drove him harder, faster, until he felt the tension in his spine again. He couldn't believe what he was feeling she was going to fucking come again. "Really, princess? Is my dick that good?"

"Just... please don't… stop."

He chuckled, but didn't miss a beat, continuing the thrusting of his hips. "Ava," he warned, when he felt his balls tightening again. "I'm gonna…" his words trailed off as he felt her cunt milk him again, forcing the cum out of him. "Fuck!"

Ava stepped to the side after he pulled out of her and watched as the boy king took his throne again. He smiled and tapped his thigh, gesturing for her to sit. "Was it good, Sammy?" she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder.

"It always is, Ava," he told her, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "It always is."

Warnings: Age Gap, Praise Kink (sort of), Unprotected Sex, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, PIV. I think that covers everything, if not lmk.

Special thanks to @copperboom82 for your beta skills and all your support.

And thank you to all the mods for hosting such fun challenges. I had a blast!

FanFicWritersOfTheSPNFandom Discord Server Kinktober Challenge Prompt: - Age Difference

Cult Of Chaos Cultober Challenge Prompt: - Distant Music

SWJP Kinktober Prompt: - Keeping quiet

@fandom-free-bingo square: - "You're so beautiful."

@samwinchesterbingo Square: -Sam/Claire

Sam flinched when he walked out of his adjoining bathroom off the fancy suite the Men of Letters had paid for. "What are you doing in here?" he asked, making his way over to the clothes that he had laid out on the bed.

"Do you not want me in here?" she taunted, rising to her feet.

"Never said that."

The hunt was over, the werewolf was dead, and Claire somehow made it through the blood of the sire ritual, but she could still see it: the tension in his shoulders, the creases in his forehead, the silent plea in his eyes.

"Sam, I'm okay," she murmured, taking his hand in hers.

"But you almost weren't."

"Sam… if we're going to do this—" she started, but her words were cut off, his lips capturing hers when he dipped his head.

"There's no ifs," he told her, her bright blue eyes gazing up at him through thick lashes. She swallowed hard and tugged on the towel around his waist, making his eyebrows raise as it fell to the floor. He chuckled when that shit-eatin' grin spread on her face as she unbuttoned her ripped-up jeans and shimmied out of them.

A yelp escaped her lips when her feet left the ground, her fingers twisting in his hair, as he held her close to him. The hum of the distant music of the TV turning on in the common room stole his attention.

"We'll have to be quiet…" he whispered, watching the disappointment ping in her eyes. "Unless you want to tell them about us right now…"

The corners of her mouth twitched up, not that she really gave a shit, but it probably wasn't the best way for Dean to find out. "Quiet is for the best," she muttered, getting a chuckle from him.

Claire pulled the white tank top over her head after Sam laid her back onto the mattress. "What?" she asked, noticing his stare as he loomed over her.

"Nothin'," he sighed.

"Come on, Winchester. Out with it," she demanded with narrowed eyes.

Sam cleared his throat. "You're just so—" he stammered. "You're so beautiful," he said, watching the pink hue dance across her cheeks.

"Shut up…" she muttered with a roll of her eyes.

"I'm serious," he asserted. His fingertips glided over her soft, creamy skin. "I've never seen anyone so brave." Soft, sweet whimpers spilled from her lips as his hand started to knead the soft tissue of her breast. "So caring." The noises grew louder as he rolled the hardened bud between his fingers, getting a shushed reminder from him. "You're beautiful inside and out," he said, trailing kisses down her neck. "And you know it."

Her back rose slightly when his mouth replaced his hand, swirling his tongue around her nipple. "Sam…" she breathed, the corners of his mouth pointed up when he looked up at her. Her hand flew to her mouth, biting the flesh when his fingers slid over her clothed core.

"You're not going to be able to do this, are you?" he teased, pushing the white cotton aside. "Just look, I've barely touched you and your fucking dripping, sweetheart." He dipped his mouth back to hers, muffling the moans as he slid his finger inside her, feeling her soft, warm walls clench around them as he pushed deeper. A growl rumbled in his chest when her nails dug across his back, probably leaving marks, but it didn't bother him, though he loved it. Loved watching her wiggle and squirm, loved watching her come undone underneath him.

Sam had done some horrible shit in his life: drinking demon blood, raising Lucifer, letting out the Darkness. But when he was with her, none of that shit mattered; everything bad past and present vanished.

Her nails flayed into his skin again when he pushed a second finger into her; the pressure in her core started to coil. She focused on not crying out as his mouth moved away, his fingers still pumping, preparing her for his cock.

"You like that, baby?" he hummed in her ear.

"Yes…" she sighed, his hands moved down to his hips, pulling his exposed cock closer. "I want you. Wanna feel you."

He brought his fingers to his mouth after pulling them out, giving a satisfied mmm as he licked them clean.

"Please, Sam… I need it," she whined, bucking her hips against his hardness, so close to where she ached for him.

"It's yours, baby."

Claire's eyes went wide, taking in a deep breath at the sudden fullness as he buried himself, stretching her walls like nobody else had ever done before. He waited for a beat, getting giggles from her as he planted kisses all over her face. She bucked her hips, letting him know she was adjusted and ready.

A loud moan slipped through her lips when he started rolling his hips. He laughed but continued thrusting. His head lifted when he found the perfect rhythm, shifting just a little to keep hitting that sweet little rough spot, making her bite down on her hand again.

"What was that, sweetheart?" he replied to her incoherent grumbles.

"Don't you dare stop, Sam," she cried.

"Oh, I didn't plan on it," he smarted, his thrusts became harder, pushing her climax to its peak, "Fuck.. Claire," he groaned when her walls started to pulse. "Let go for me… baby," he pushed even harder. "I wanna feel it."

With one echoing praise of his name, he watched her climax shudder through her, crinkling her nose, gripping her fingers, hopefully curling her toes. The feeling of her pussy milking his cock, the love that showed in her deep blue eyes, the way she begged him to come for her now, sent him over the edge. He plunged deep and pulled out at the last second, coating her stomach with his thick, sticky seed.

"I love you, Claire Novak," he managed through heavy breaths, pressing her lips to hers.

"And I love you, Sam Winchester."

"I'll be right—" her lips cut off his train of thought, as they weaved full passion. "Baby…" he said once he broke the kiss. "I gotta keep you cleaned up."

"Just one more," she protested, earning another chuckle as he gave her a quick peck.

"Let me do this, and you can have all the damn kisses you want," he teased, lifting off the bed.

"So…." she started, nuzzling into him after he had taken care of the mess. "Do you think they heard?"

Sam let out a heavy sigh, tightening his arms around her. "Sweetheart, I don't really give a shit."

Only Because It's Your Birthday

"Did you have a good day?"

Sam nodded as he slipped off his lounge pants and crawled into their bed in only his boxers. "Yeah, it was a good birthday, Gabe," he replied, kissing the archangel who immediately pressed to his side under the blankets.

"Good?" Gabriel snorted, tilting his head back to look at the human beside him. "I was going for fan-fucking-tactic."

Sam laughed against him, wrapping his arm around the celestial. "I had a good time!" He defended, left hand sliding down Gabriel's bare back, happy to find him just as clothed as he was.

Gabriel huffed, wrapping a leg around Sam's longer one and grinding against his thigh.

"How can I make it better?"

Sam released a breath at the press of Gabriel's twitching length against him and the purr of his voice against his shoulder. He had been hoping Gabriel would say something like that. His fingers teased lower, sliding down the small of Gabriel's back before dipping under his boxers.

"There is something," he hinted, teasing a finger down the archangel's crack.

"Name it, Sammy."

Gabriel released a pleased sound, grinding against him as his stiffening shaft twitched beneath his boxers at the tease. Sam turned his head more to look at the shorter male, fingers clenching around a meaty cheek and pulling a low groan from him.

"I want to feel you again… the real you."

Sam didn't look away from Gabriel as the archangel stiffened against him. Hazel bore into the widened amber eyes. Sam took note of the shock, lust, and worry that flashed across his lover's face.

"Sam, it's dangerous," Gabriel said, as if the Winchester needed reminding of how wrong it could go. "I…" he swallowed, remembering the feeling of Sam bare against his grace, of how intoxicating it was to hear his name echoed through the ether. A hissed breath left him when Sam shifted, his thigh pressing against the archangel’s suddenly full cock. "Sam."

"Please." Sam pressed harder to the twitching length against him, his own tenting his boxers at the thought.

"I don't wanna break you," Gabriel protested as a pained breath left him, leg holding tighter to Sam before forcing himself to pull away. He groaned, running a hand back through his hair when he sat up.

A matching groan of frustration left Sam. Gabriel's concern wasn't invalid. Even if last time hadn't left any ill aftereffects, Sam knew the pleasure of feeling raw grace slide through him was born from the Cage, and Gabriel understood the line they were dancing on.

"I want to. It's you," Sam let out, laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling before looking at the debating archangel. "This," his hand waving between them before laying it on his lover's sheet covered thigh, "is not the same."

Gabriel looked to him, leaning back against their headboard and watching him. Sam didn't look away as grace hummed through whiskey hued eyes. He resisted the urge to cross his arms over his chest, his left hand settling for squeezing Gabriel's thigh instead, knowing what the archangel was looking at.

"I'm fine."

Warnings: Language, Age Gap, Established relationship, Fluff, Msturbation, Sex toys, Help getting off, Watching, Nipple play.

Rating: E

Special thanks to @copperboom82 for your beta skills and all your support. And all the mods for hosting such fun challenges. I had a blast!

FanFicWritersOfTheSPNFandom Discord Server Kinktober Challenge - Prompt: Vibrators

Cult Of Chaos Cultober Challenge - Prompt: "Toys should be seen not heard."

@samwinchesterbingo -Square fill: Sex Toys

@fandom-free-bingo -Square Fill: Nipple Play

SWJP Kinktober -Prompt: Sex Toys

Claire ignored the footsteps that pattered down the hall outside her bedroom and pushed the soft silicone into her entrance, as deep as it would go. If it were Jodi or Alex, she would just ignore them until they left. If it was something demonic or supernatural, well, hopefully the thing would let her finish before it made too big a fuss.

She pressed the button at the end of the toy, bringing it to life inside her. Biting back the moan that nearly escaped from her throat, she covered her mouth with her free hand. She lost herself as the pleasure coursed through her — his broad shoulders flexing as he held her against the wall, his hungry, needy lips capturing hers, the way his thick cock would be stretching her right now, hitting that sweet spot as he pounded in and out of her. Her walls clenched hard as the pressure started to build.

Claire flinched when she heard the bathroom door shut. At least she could rule out anything not normal.

Her hand began to work the toy again as the memories of the last night she spent with Sam played in her mind. Her breath became more rapid by the second, her hips started to squirm, she quickened the pace. "Make me come, Sam," she whispered, making him chuckle in her mind. "Right there… don't—"

Her words were cut off when her bedroom door swung open with no warning. She froze, but the thrumming in her core continued, looking up at him wide-eyed, just like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's okay," Claire tried to keep her voice normal.

"Jodi and Alex at work?"

"Mhmm," she hummed, letting her head rear back on the pillow when he sat on the floor of the bed.

"You should have seen the size of this chupacabra, baby, you would have loved it. All fight…" his sentence trailed off when he noticed her starting to squirm. "You okay?" he looked back, her body convulsed as she arched her back, just like when she… "Claire?"

"I'm sorry… I can't…" she mumbled through breathy pants. "I'm gonna…" Her loud moans filled the air as she reached out for him.

Sam rushed to her side, throwing the blanket off her. "Oh…" he said, dragging his eyes over her cream colored bare skin. His eyes stopped on the vibrator he had bought her, the one he left in the top drawer of her nightstand with a note that said, 'Use this when you're missing me.'

"Surprise?" she giggled.

"Well, don't stop on my account." He took her hand and guided it to her center. "Come on, baby, show me how you get yourself off." Her hand found the end of the wand again. "Mmmm… just like that…" he cooed as he watched her fuck herself with the rubber dick.

"Fuck… Sam…" Claire cried out when he rolled her hardened nipple between her fingers.

"Let go, Claire," he murmured, "Come for me." She increased the speed of her hand as more praises of his name spilled out of her mouth. He could tell she was getting close, the way her nose crinkled, the way her hips started to buck. He tightened his fingers. "So close, baby."

With one last moan of his name, he watched her orgasm crash over her, giggling through her heavy pants.

"Damn," he said, collapsing on the bed next to her. "That was a hell of a show to come back to. I can't believe you let me ramble on about a fucking hunt, I had no idea."

"Well, that's because…" She gave him a quick peck and then nuzzled into his chest, inhaling the scent. "Toys should be seen and not heard."

Warnings: Fuck or Die, Hurt Sam, Not Worth Saving, Top Sam, Bottom Cas, Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort,

Rating:E

Special thanks to @copperboom82 for your beta skills and all your support. And all the mods for hosting such fun challenges. I had a blast!

FanFicWritersOfTheSPNFandom Discord Server Kinktober Challenge - Prompt: Fuck or Die

Cult Of Chaos Cultober Challenge - Prompt: Not Worth Saving

@samwinchesterbingo -Square fill: Fuck or Die

@fandom-free-bingo -Square Fill: "Nothing is worth losing you."

@flufftober -Prompt: Alt # 12 Keeping Someone Safe

“Cas…”

The fever came first, no matter how many blankets he draped over himself or how hot he made the shower, Sam couldn’t stop the shivers running through him. He didn’t know what made him think this was a good idea, but when the body aches started, the feeling of something tearing his muscles with a dull object, he found himself calling out to the one person who could possibly help.

Not that he would blame Castiel if he spat in his face and told him to get bent. He was the boy with demon blood, the one who went against every order the angels ever gave him. He knew he wasn’t worth saving. But when he heard the flutter of Cas’s wings, the hope pinged in his chest.

“Sam…” Castiel said, rushing to his side.

“I didn’t think you would come.”

“What happened?” Castiel asked, placing his hand on Sam’s forehead, making Sam’s cock fill with blood, “What?” the angel asked as he watched Sam’s brows raise. “It’s dark magic. What did you get yourself into, Sam?”

“Witch hunt, gone wrong.” Sam managed through pain-induced grunts. “I think… I know what she did.”

"What did she…" his voice trailed off when he saw it, the large bulge pressing against Sam's jeans. Castiel heard about this kind of spell but never witnessed it firsthand.

"Can you do me a favor?" Sam asked, getting a nod in response. "Tell Dean I'm sorry, tell him I was just trying to do the right-- Cas, what are you doing?" He exclaimed as the angel lay down beside him.

"You're not going to die today, or any other day, not as long as I can help it."

"No! The angels'll shun you, probably fucking kill you."

"And?"

Sam wanted to argue, wanted to tell Castiel that he was being downright stupid, but instead he left out a moan as the aches began to calm from Castiel rubbing his clothed cock. "Fuck… Cas. Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been this sure about anything." Castiel leaned closer to him, trailing kisses over his jawline. "Sam Winchester…" His ocean gaze met Sam's. "Nothing is worth losing you."

Sam's fingers gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, capturing the angel's lips as he pulled Castiel on top of him.

A smile danced across his lips as he loomed over Sam, raising his hand, ready to snap his fingers. The sudden exposure and coldness sent a shiver through Sam when his clothes vanished, along with Castiel's.

"A little warning would have been nice," he teased with a smile

"I'll remember that for next time." Castiel quipped back, dipping his head, he muffled Sam's moan with his lips as his hand stroked Sam's thick, throbbing cock. He could see why humans were so obsessed with sex now; if it would make Sam feel this good every time, there was no question.

"Fuck… Cas… that feels so good." Sam cooed, his hand roaming across the angel's colored skin. "I wanna feel you." His smile grew, snapping the fingers of his empty hand once more. The bottle of lube let out a squelch when Castiel squeezed the clear contents in his hand and spread it on Sam's dick as he resumed palming him.

Castiel leaned in, giving him another quick kiss. "You ready?"

Sam grinned and rolled, lifting Castiel's legs when he was on top of him. "Are you ready?"

Castiel let out a chuckle, " Yes."

"And you're really sure about this?"

Castiel's eyes met Sam's again, cupping his cheek. "I've never been this sure about anything before."

Sam smiled as he slowly slid his clock into Castiel's entrance, making him take in a hard breath. The sudden fullness, the way Sam said his name, the look in his hazel eyes, it was almost overwhelming.

"Fuck Cas.." Sam moaned as he reached the hilt. He stopped his hips, giving Castiel time to adjust to his size. "You feel so good, baby."

The last word slipped out before Sam could stop it. He swallowed hard, debating whether he should try to take it back or just let it slide. But when a proud smile spread across the angel's face, he knew it was okay.

"Is this it?"

Sam couldn't help but laugh; the bluntness mixed with Castiel's confused face was just too cute. "No, Cas…" Sam whispered as he started to slowly thrust, watching his blue eyes go wide. "There's more."

Castiel let out a loud moan when Sam started stroking him, keeping perfect rhythm with his hips,

The pace of his hips quickened, the tension in his spine threatening to burst; it was all too much: the way Castiel's walls squeezed him, the way Sam's name floated out of his throat.

"Sam…" Castiel cried out, "There's something…"

The soft chuckle escaped him before Sam could stop it. He knew Cas was just as close as he was. "I know… Just let go for me…" Sam cooed, watching the pleasure contort the angel's face like he had never seen it before. "Give in…" he pleaded, twisting his hand around the head of Castiel's cock., earning another loud moan. "That's it, baby…"

"Oh god, Sam!" Cas got out before he found the tickling sensation spread through him; he had never encountered bliss like this. Nothing mattered, not the apocalypse, not the demon blood, heaven, hell, they could all kiss his ass right now. All that mattered was those hazel eyes and the human they belonged to. A shudder coursed through him when Sam's hand gave him one last pump, releasing more of the milky white semen.

The thrusts became harder; Castiel guessed Sam was close to his climax. He only wished there was a way he could make it faster, more intense. He wasn't an idiot, but when it came to sex, he was out of his element. "Give in… Sam," Castiel repeated Sam's words, "Right… there…" The grunts and groans that followed his words told Cas he was doing it right. "Let go for me, Sam."

With one last ragged gasp, Sam plunged deep inside him, filling Castiel with his seed. They stayed silent for a moment, their eyes locked, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

"That was…"

"I know," Sam said when Cas's words trailed off.

"You're okay? Feeling better?"

Sam collapsed on the bedside, Castiel, and rolled on his back. "Cas…" he murmured, pulling the angel into his side after tightening his arm around him. Sam smiled down. at the angel as he nuzzled against him, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "Better than okay."

FanFicWritersOfTheSPNFandom Discord Server Fictober Challenge - Gone Batty

Cult Of Chaos Cultober Challenge - “You talk in your sleep. It’s cute.”

@fandom-free-bingo - "I'm so sorry." - subbing for - Supsension

@samwinchesterbingo - Established relationship

Sam's lips twisted into a smirk when he heard the soft mumbles spilling from her lips. Something about painting the fence and then more about how Sadie couldn't miss her first dance recital. Sarah started to stir in his arm as he couldn't help but chuckle at the mentions of hot dogs.

"What's so funny?" Sarah grumbled, her voice groggy and cracking.

"Nothin'."

"Out with it, Winchester," Sarah demanded.

He sighed. "You talk in your sleep. It's cute."

Her jaw dropped as she rolled on her back, her big, round belly making a mound under the sheet. "Excuse me? I do not."

"Okay, sweetheart. Whatever you say…" Sam lulled. He knew winning wasn't worth it right now. To say Sarah had gone batty within the last 7 months would be an understatement, but raging hormones would do that. The pregnancy had really caught everyone by surprise.

"I don't. Take it back," she ordered, poking him in the ribs, "Take it back right now!"

"And what are you going to do if I don't?"

"Oh, please. You might be a badass ghost hunter, but I could still take you," she retorted, earning a chuckle from him.

"Okay, okay." He held up his hands. "You don't talk in your sleep… all the time."

"That's it." She tried shifting her weight to get up, but struggled with her bloated belly in her way. "Hey Sam," she cooed. "Can you please help me up?"

"No, not if you're going to hurt me."

"But, but, but. I can't. And you're the one who did this to me, so you have to help me."

"I am so sorry…"

"No, you're not."

"You're right. I'm not," he said with a smile, resting a hand on her filled womb. "I love her already. And I wouldn't want it any other way," he admitted.

He was very glad that he and Dean caught another case in upstate New York. And that they were actually able to swing by to see her. Truth be told, he hadn't really been thinking it was going to turn into anything serious. Just a couple of drinks, a little sex. His heart nearly fell out of his ass when she called him eight weeks later, telling him she was late and he had been the only person she had slept with. But over the last several months of being with her, he'd fallen hard and fast.

"Do you think she'll have your eyes or mine?" she asked, rubbing her stomach.

"I hope she looks just like her mommy. But can fight like her daddy."

"She doesn't need to fight. No ghost, vampires, or werewolves for this Winchester," she responded, pulling her nightshirt up over her belly. "You hear me in there, Sadie Marie?"

"Oh, you settled on Marie?" he asked, rubbing the soft, exposed skin of her belly.

"It's got a nice ring to it, don't ya think?"

"It does."

A laugh pushed past her lips, taking in the sight of her boyfriend lying next to her. He was perfect. "I love you, Sam Winchester."

"I love you more, Sarah Blake."

"Not possible."

Sam’s eyes scan the crowd in the bar appraisingly, and Dean can see him nervously fingering the pocket in his jeans where his fake ID is. He smirks to himself at the absurdity of the fact that his little brother is happy to use fake IDs and government badges to lie his way into restricted areas and con witnesses into talking to them, but he still gets uneasy about using the same cards in a bar to inflate his age a couple of years. It would almost be cute if it wasn’t so annoying. 

“Sam, stop fidgeting,” Dean grunts out of the corner of his mouth as they slide onto two empty stools at the end of the bar. There’s two other truckers a little further down the counter, sipping their beers in quiet camaraderie, and a couple in leather jackets sitting together in a booth along the wall. Dean figures they’re the ones that own the motorcycles parked out front. It’s a habit their dad drilled into them, always take stock of your surroundings wherever you stop, because you just never know. 

“What can I get ya?” The bartender approaches, drying his hands and slinging a towel over his shoulder that looks like it’s seen better days. 

“Two beers,” Dean holds up his fingers, looking appraisingly down the counter to see if he wants to be any more specific. “Whatever’s on tap.” 

“Sure,” the man nods and reaches down for fresh glasses. “You gonna want any food? Kitchen’s closin’ in twenty minutes.” 

“Uh,” Dean looks at Sam and raises a brow as if to say ‘why not’ and his little brother shrugs in agreement. After all, Robert Plant is paying, courtesy of Dean’s fresh credit card. “Yeah, you got burgers?” 

“Yup,” the bartender nods as he sets the first pint down in front of Dean on the bar. 

“Great, I’ll do a bacon cheeseburger, all the fixin’s, side of fries?” The bartender nods and looks at Sam, waiting for him to add his order.

“Do you guys do chicken sandwiches?” Sam asks hesitantly, and Dean tries not to roll his eyes. Sam has been on a health kick recently, ever since that health class at the last high school they’d dropped him off at for a week had been in the middle of their nutrition unit. When the bartender nods and doesn’t make fun of him for wanting something girly like Dean usually does, Sam visibly sighs in relief and orders a grilled chicken sandwich with all the vegetables they’ve got, and he even allows himself some mayo, so Dean knows he must be in a good mood after the hunt. 

They get a second round of beer when their food comes and talk quietly between themselves about nothing in particular. The two truckers at the bar get up and leave when they’re on their third drink, leaving the brothers and the biker couple alone as the only patrons in the joint. Dean has noticed Sam’s eyes drifting towards them a couple times over the course of the evening, and he’s looking over at them again now, his nose and brow crinkling in confusion or distaste.

“Dude, what is your problem?” Dean smacks his brother lightly on the shoulder to get his attention. Sam blinks in astonishment and looks back around at Dean with a sheepish expression on his face. He leans in closer, glancing around to make sure no one is in the vicinity.

“Can’t you smell that?” he whispers shakily, his eyes darting back to the couple to indicate where he thinks the scent is coming from. 

Dean’s brows shoot up sceptically as his eyes dart between his brother and the biker couple surreptitiously. He hadn’t noticed any scents out of place when they came in. 

“You feelin’ okay?” Dean asks, and Sam rolls his eyes with enough little brother petulance that Dean relaxes a little bit. 

“I feel fine, I just… you really can’t smell that?” Sam looks around and ducks even closer to Dean, clearly not wanting to be overheard. “Is she going into heat?” he whispers, barely audible, and when Dean pulls back to look at Sam quizzically he sees his baby brother’s face flushing bright crimson in embarrassment. 

Dean straightens up and tries to scent the air, but all he can smell is the stale alcohol aroma wafting off the old bartop, but then… there. Yeah, it’s faint, but he thinks he knows what Sam is talking about. Something vaguely sweet, a little velvety, like warm milk. He looks over at the biker couple one more time, the woman snuggling into the man’s side and playing idly with the leather fringe on his jacket, her other hand curled around a glass of water, as opposed to the beer her partner has. Realisation dawns and he laughs quietly to himself. 

“Dean?” Sam gives him a look and Dean tries not to snigger too obviously. 

“She’s not goin’ into heat, Sammy,” he says under his breath. “She’s pregnant.” 

“Oh,” Sam blinks, straightening up in his seat. He looks sheepishly down at the beer in his hands. “I didn’t realise you could scent that on people.” 

“It’s all about hormones, isn’t it?” Dean shrugs, looking around and not seeing the bartender anywhere close by. He grabs Sam’s nearly empty glass and his own and leans over the counter, popping them under the tap and pulling them each a refill as he talks. “Same way your hormones and scent change when someone goes into a heat or a rut, they change if someone’s knocked up.”

“Why is it so strong?” Sam complains under his breath as Dean hands him the fresh drink, and Dean shrugs. 

“That sounds like a you problem.” 

“Do you think maybe…” Sam looks up at Dean hopefully. “Did your senses get stronger when you presented? Like while it was happening, I mean?” 

“Oh fuck,” Dean swears under his breath then bursts out laughing, clapping Sam on the shoulder in pride. “Fucking finally man, you’re right, that’s gotta be it.” Dean raises his beer in a toast and grins at his little brother. “To the newest Winchester Alpha!” 

Sam beams as he clinks his glass against Dean’s and takes a hefty gulp. 

“Do you feel anything else?” Dean asks, trying to gauge how far into the cycle of his first rut Sam might be so far. They might need to pull over at a motel before they make it back to Dad if Sam is gonna present tomorrow or something. Dean does not want to be stuck in a car with a fresh Alpha in his first rut. 

“No, I don't feel any different, I can just smell everything. It’s weird,” Sam shudders a little as he drinks more of his beer. “I guess I do feel a little tipsy, too,” he chuckles and Dean laughs and rolls his eyes. 

“You always were a fucking lightweight.” 

“Jerk,” Sam huffs, side-eyeing Dean. 

“Bitch,” Dean pops the B on the front of the word, kicking out at Sam’s shins.

“Not for much longer,” Sam’s eyes glint with mischief as he smirks over at Dean. “Gonna need someone to spend my rut with…” he trails off, eyes skimming up and down Dean’s body noticeably and Dean feels himself flush under his brother’s hungry stare. 

Dean knew this was coming, distantly, in the back of his mind, the thought had been there for a while. It was only fair, he supposes. He uses Sam to help him through his ruts, he should return the favour. But he thinks about Sam’s dick, already bigger than his own by a little, then thinks about what size knot that monster might pop, and he feels himself clench up in self defence. 

“We’re gonna need to stop for supplies,” Dean says, and Sam raises a brow questioningly. “If this is happening, I want some of that numbing crap I got for you our first time,” he mutters.

Sam bursts out laughing. 

“Aw, is the big bad alpha scared to take a knot,” Sam pouts teasingly, and Dean kicks him again, making him wince and spill beer down his front. “Hey!” 

“Be nice to me, or the only thing you’re knotting is gonna be your fist, you got that?” Dean growls, but it’s playful beneath the harsh tone, and Sam knows it. 

“Hey, just be relieved we’re not omegas,” Sam scoffs lightly. “Then a knot would be the least of our worries.” 

“Yeah, fuck no,” Dean shudders, his insides clenching in terror at the thought of having to push a pup out of his… he isn’t even gonna go there. Sam laughs at his brother’s visceral reaction and takes another drink, but then he looks back over his shoulder at the biker couple, with the pregnant omega snuggled up to her alpha’s side, and when he turns back to Dean he’s quiet, pensive. 

“Do you ever think about it?” Sam asks hesitantly, eyes flicking up towards Dean through his lashes, and Dean cocks his head curiously. 

“About what?” 

“Kids,” Sam shrugs. “Family, I guess. I mean, we never really talked about that, when we started… y’know.” 

“Sammy,” Dean sighs and looks down at his beer. He knows Sam used to think about that kind of thing; the normal life with a house and a picket fence, alpha, omega, and 2.5 pups. But when they’d started sleeping together, Dean figured Sam knew that life was never in the cards for them. He thought he’d gotten past it. 

“I just mean,” Sam interrupts Dean’s thoughts. “I just mean that, I couldn’t give you that. If that was what you wanted. If we keep… doing whatever it is we’re doing… that’s never gonna be us, is it?” 

“Do you want kids?” Dean asks bluntly, liquored up enough that he’s not interested in sugarcoating this. If Sam wants that apple pie life still, Dean isn’t gonna be the one that can give him that. He doesn’t want to hold him back if he wants something different from what they’ve got now. 

“I…” Sam hesitates, considering his answer carefully, even though Dean can see his eyes are glazed over with an alcoholic haze. “I think I want you more.” Dean’s body relaxes at the same time his heart clenches up with feelings he doesn’t want to voice. “I just don’t want to keep you from having something like that, if you wanted it, y’know?” 

“You’re such a girl,” Dean chuckles, but he brushes his knee against Sam’s under the bar softly. “Nah, I’ve never wanted kids, not my style. Wouldn’t fit into this life,” he takes a deep breath, just drunk enough to go there: “and I like the life we got.” He slips his hand over Sam’s leg and grabs his fingers, squeezing briefly before letting go and grabbing his beer again, chugging the remainder of the drink in an effort to shake off the soppiness of their conversation.  

“I like what we got, too,” Sam admits quietly. He looks at the remainder of his beer then at Dean’s empty glass, and picks up his drink to finish it off. “C’mon,” Sam slides off his stool and pulls Dean after him. “How about I let you knot me one more time before I can’t keep my dick outta your ass?” he breathes against Dean’s ear playfully, and Dean feels a spike of arousal shooting straight to his cock. 

“Is this presentation horny, or jus’ drunk horny?” Dean grins as he follows Sam out to the parking lot, watching his brother’s ass as he walks in front. 

“Believe me, when it’s presentation horny, your ass will know it,” Sam laughs brightly. 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” 

They aren’t snuggling. Dean’s alpha masculinity won’t let him use that label, but his knot is currently tied inside Sam’s ass and his arms are looped around Sam’s waist, spooning the younger boy against him tightly so they can both fit on the bench seat in the back of the Impala so he supposes that to an outside observer, yeah, it might look like they’re cuddling. 

Sam’s fingers are laced with his and he keeps squeezing their hands together at random impulses, as if reassuring himself that Dean is, in fact, still there. Dean doesn’t know how Sam could forget that fact with his older brother’s cock shoved up his ass but hey, the quiet affection feels nice, and he’s tired and a little buzzed, so he’s not in the mood to make fun of Sam for it right now. 

“Dean?” Sam’s voice rasps loudly in the cloying air of the backseat, and Dean can’t help the smirk that flits across his lips at how hoarse Sam’s voice still is. Despite Dean’s warning that someone would hear them, Sam had still been pretty damn loud while Dean was fucking his brains out. 

“‘Sup?” Dean yawns, and he can practically feel Sam’s eye roll even though he can’t see it. 

“Do you believe in true mates?” Sam asks quietly, and Dean feels the boy’s body flushing against his skin. 

“Um…” Dean really doesn’t know what kind of answer Sam is looking for here, but he thinks back to the biker couple in the bar, the pregnant omega happily sheltered by the arms of her alpha, and Sam’s probing questions about whether Dean wanted that kind of thing, too. “I mean, I guess,” he shrugs against Sam noncommittally. “There’s enough people in the world that claim they found theirs that yeah, there’s gotta be something to it. We’ve seen weirder shit, doing what we do,” he reasons. 

“Yeah, I guess,” Sam shrugs, but Dean can tell that hasn’t satisfied Sam’s curiosity. “Do you think everybody has a true mate? Somewhere out there? I mean, what if your true mate is born on another continent and you never meet them?” 

“I think that you can still be happy,” Dean murmurs against Sam’s hair after a pregnant pause between them. “Mom and Dad weren’t true mates, but they still fell in love.” 

“Yeah,” Sam sighs, and they both fall silent for a few minutes before Sam finds the courage to say what’s really on his mind. 

“I’m nervous, De. About presenting,” he admits. 

“Hey, that’s okay,” Dean rubs his brother’s shoulder bracingly. “It’s not that bad, and I’ll be there to help you out too. Not like when Dad fucked off while I was presenting.” 

“No, I mean–” Sam breaks off and swallows thickly, then tries again. “What if, when I’m an alpha, you don’t want me the same? Or I have a true mate and it’s not… you,” he chokes on the word, skin burning red hot in embarrassment against his brother’s as he finally reveals what’s been bothering him. 

Dean doesn’t know how to respond for a moment, because it feels like his heart is swelling up in his chest large enough to push the air straight out of his lungs, and he can’t force any words out of his throat. 

“Dean?” Sam asks worriedly, his voice small. 

“That’s not gonna happen, Sam,” Dean squeezes him tight for a second in reassurance. “Since when have we ever followed society’s rules? Or given a crap about true mates or destiny or any of that shit? No one can tell us who we’re supposed to be with, and if we want to keep fucking, I’d like to see someone try to stop us,” he smirks, nuzzling along Sam’s neck and nipping lightly at his ear, making the younger boy laugh breathily. 

“Yeah,” Sam finally scoffs, twisting in Dean’s arms to look up at his big brother. “Anyone who’s seen you in your rut will think twice before they say you can’t fuck whoever you want,” he grins mischievously. 

“Exactly,” Dean nods, not rising to Sam’s teasing. “And lucky for you, I want your girly ass. So stop worrying, ‘kay? Ow!” he swears as Sam clenches around his knot, which is still sensitive from his release. 

“Stop calling my ass girly,” –Sam snipes– “or you’re gonna regret it when you’re in my shoes.”

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The weight of her head was heavy in her hands, the concrete beneath her cold enough to numb her backside. Groaning, she pinched her eyes shut against the overly bright lights that rained down on her, creating a constant pounding behind her closed lids.

"Good Morning, Ms. Y/L/N. How are we feeling today?"

Y/N groaned louder, the chipper and familiar voice only adding to her torment.

"Mornin' Padadeputy," she snorted at her joke, wincing as it caused her poor, battered brain pain. "Can I go home?" she croaked, working her mouth to ease the dryness.

She could use a drink. But the very thought had her throwing a hand over her mouth and rushing to the steel toilet in the corner, the remnants of her late-night excursions making a reappearance.

Wiping a hand across her mouth, she leaned her back against the wall, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed as she felt a bit of relief from her suffering. Though the constant rhythmic pounding in her head only grew more prominent.

The sound of metal sliding against metal, locks clicking, and doors sliding alerted her that she was no longer confined. Opening her eyes just enough, she could make out her favorite deputy's tall and lean figure.

"So, at this rate, should we keep this room open for you?" Officer Padalecki joked as he leaned against the open doorway of the cell.

Using the wall as leverage, she forced herself to her feet, her body protesting the movements. She quickly rinsed her mouth and washed her face, waking herself up enough to return home.

"Maybe I just like seeing you?" She smiled over-sweetly and shuffled past him as her feet walked the familiar path.

"Not that I'm complaining, but there's probably better ways to get my attention," he teased.

The flirty banter between them happened with ease. Y/N, unfortunately, made a habit of landing herself in the drunk tank at least once a week. Though they'd never seen or talked to each other outside of the local jail, they formed an easy camaraderie.

The truth was he worried about her, the unclaimed Omega slowly drinking herself to death, being forcibly removed from local bars for disorderly conduct on many occasions. She seemed like a sweet but troubled woman. Maybe it was his caring side or his Alpha, but he worried and wanted her to be okay.

Y/N's senses were sharp, even when drunk out of her mind. She could see his attractiveness and smell his rich Alpha lurking under the surface. She'd never been with an Alpha, never felt the pull. But in her condition, there was no way she could start now, even if there were an attraction unlike anything she'd felt before. She brushed it off as another symptom; her Omega had long since become unreliable.

-

Jared walked back into the office area after escorting Y/N outside. As soon as he entered, Jensen looked up with a lewd grin, making Jared sigh and roll his eyes.

"Alright, let's have it," Jared scoffed as he sat at his desk, crossing his booted feet on the desktop and leaning back in his chair.

He had worked with Jensen at the station for years, but they had met at the training academy before that. However, they only spent a little time together outside of work, as they were involved in the community. Sometimes, they'd see each other at local events, but they were both occupied with helping the community in various ways, volunteering, and making their hometown well-cared for and safe.

Y/N was relatively new to their community. No one knew much about her. She lived in town but didn't seem to work anywhere, and she spent almost every Friday night sleeping it off in the jail. Regardless, Jared was attracted to her almost immediately after catching a slight hint of her scent. He often felt like a swooning teenager again in her presence, which Jensen never missed a chance to rib him about, leaving Jared an embarrassed and blustering mess.

"So, you ever gonna ask her out, or you just planning to be a secret admirer?" Jensen teased as usual.

"Come on, man," Jared groaned. "We've been over this. It's unprofessional to do that when I'm on duty and she's in jail. I never see her outside of this place. Maybe it's just not meant to be?"

He didn't like how the words tasted as he spoke them, somehow feeling malformed. There was something between them, a possible compatibility. After all, Jensen could never catch any scent from her; he was an Alpha, too. So, if Jared was sensitive to her scent, it must mean something.

Jensen shook his head and laughed before getting back to some paperwork. Jared sighed again, doing the same and wondering if he'd ever see her outside the jail and off duty, just like two people in the world. Then, he promised himself, he’d try again.

-

After Jared clocked out for the end of his shift - his relief right on time as usual - he tried to put Y/N out of his mind, but his Alpha was set on her ever since he'd first laid eyes on her. His mind flip-flopped as usual, switching from the primal Alpha wanting her to the rational man determined to remain professional. Either way, whatever was going on in her life, he was sure the last thing she needed was an Alpha sniffing around.

As he walked towards his truck, twirling his keys in his hand, he saw Y/N waiting on a bench by the station. She usually called a cab to come and get her when she was released, but she was long gone by the time he left to go home. Deciding to take a chance, he went over to her.

"Waiting on your cab?" he smiled down at her.

She nodded, "Yeah, they're just a little busy this morning."

"I can give you a ride if you'd like," he offered, pointing over his shoulder at his truck. Y/N's eyes flitted between him and his truck before she sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

She could feel his eyes on her as she climbed in the old truck, the effort seeming to drain her. She glanced at him, the same look of worry she saw from everyone etched onto his beautiful face.

"I'm fine. Just need some sleep."

It was one of her standard responses. She was glad that Jared seemed to buy it and started driving. She gave him directions to her house, grateful the town was small and wasn't a long drive.

"Thanks again," she said as she climbed out of the truck and shut the door. "See you later."

"I hope under different circumstances," he chuckled, a light tinge of pink staining his cheeks and ears.

Yeah, she wished that things could be different, too. She bid her farewell as it was, noting that Jared hadn't driven off until she was safely secured inside. Sighing, she brushed it off, eager to get rid of the stink of jail and stale liquor that clung to her.

She stumbled into her bathroom, pulling off her clothes on the way, a haphazard trail left behind her. She leaned on the bathroom counter, groaning at her disheveled reflection in the mirror. Drinking wasn't doing her any favors, but it was the only way to drown the pain and sorrow.

She turned to the corner of the counter, opening her organized pill box and eyeballing the many different medications in various colors and sizes she had to take every day. She hated it, but her regimen required it as part of her treatment for aging, unmated Omegas.

She downed the pills with a glass of water, showered, and dried as quickly as possible. Forgoing clothes, she climbed into her bed, sleep taking over quickly.

-

Y/N sat in the oversized pleather chair, letting out a long sigh. Her eyes were more than bored with whatever random home makeover show played on the muted TV. She allowed her eyes to roam, taking in the other chairs like hers, with different people occupying them.

Her head rolled to the other side, glancing at the IV in her arm, her eyes following up the tubing to the bag hanging above her, still half-full. She groaned, knowing she'd be there a while yet.

She'd been at it for six months, and the treatment of donated Alpha enzymes was designed to counteract the decline of her Omega body. She was past the average age for Omegas to be mated, never having found an Alpha that called to her Omega. Now, being mateless had become a medical condition, her body rapidly deteriorating from lack of a mate and the necessary enzymes a bite would provide.

Still, the treatments would only work so much and for so long, prolonging the inevitable. Y/N's doctors insisted she try finding a mate as soon as possible, but she wasn't willing to settle for anyone. Her stubbornness, however, didn't help her condition. The treatments weren't as effective anymore, and her body started to build a tolerance. She shifted in her chair, the squeaky creak of the materials making her groan.

"Y/N?"

Her head snapped up, and her brow furrowed at the figure across the room. He finished his conversation with a doctor, rolling the sleeves of his plaid flannel down over his forearms as he approached her with a smile.

He pulled up one of the smaller guest chairs beside her, laying his coat over his knee. His body looked too large and long for the basic chair.

"Padadeputy," she greeted, but without the usual smile. "What are you doing here?" she asked, still confused over his sudden appearance and at having someone see her here. She hadn't told a soul about her treatments, not that she had anyone to say anything to.

"Jared," he corrected her with a smile. "I come in a couple times a month," he explained. "I donate enzymes."

His eyes drifted from the IV in her arm to the hanging bag, his gaze flicking back to her eyes. She lowered her head in shame, heat spreading across her cheeks. For a moment, they both wondered if it was his enzymes she'd received.

The awkward silence dragged out between them, Jared waiting for her to speak. She didn't like anyone knowing about her condition, afraid Alphas would try to claim her in a heartbeat 'for her own good.' But, for whatever reason, Y/N felt compelled to tell Jared the truth. She wanted him to know. Maybe her Omega was reaching out to him again, but she gave in to this small need to connect with the Alpha before her.

"I've never had a mate," she spoke quietly, picking at her nails. "I've been doing treatments for a few months. But it's-" she sighed, briefly meeting his eyes and forcing a smile, "-it's not working so well."

"I had a mate," Jared broke the silent tension after a beat. "A long time ago," he dropped his head. She worried for him, wanting to reach out and comfort him. But she focused instead on her hands in her lap again.

"She died in an accident," he continued, seemingly composing himself as he met her eyes again. "Now that I'm…older," he smirked, "It's getting harder to deal with." She was thoroughly surprised by his admission.

"Well, I wouldn't recommend drinking to cope," she chuckled, trying to ease the seriousness.

"I can't imagine the drinking is helping," Jared stated. "It can't be good with the treatments-"

"I don't need a lecture," she whined, surprised at herself for not being more angry at his audacity. "I get enough of that from my doctor."

"Maybe you should listen," Dr. Collins interrupted with a smile and a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Hey, Jared. Didn't know you two knew each other."

"Hey, Mish," Jared responded with a warm smile. 

Misha had also grown up in the town and was a prominent fixture in the community. The Omega Outreach Program, which he helped found and develop, drew Omegas from all over for his unique treatments and regimens.

Y/N listened as the two men chatted. She often felt like an outsider, having moved there specifically for the treatments. When both men turned their attention back to her, she was pulled from her musings.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'd like to go over some things with you. Would you like Jared to leave?"

Both men waited as she made up her mind, shaking her head. "He can stay," she said in a small and quiet voice.

Jared was the closest thing she had to a friend; having someone to know and talk to about things would be helpful. But also, it was an attempted blow to stifle her Omega. As much as she pined after Jared, she knew he wouldn't be interested if he knew the truth of her condition. What Alpha would want a broken, dying Omega? At least when he learned, he could leave, and she could try and let go of this stupid fantasy she'd concocted in her mind.

"Okay," Dr. Collins nodded as he pulled up a seat to talk with her. "You'll be happy to know it appears this round of treatments is starting to work, at least a little," he explained. Y/N was surprised as each round of treatments before had failed, her body not finding compatibility with any of the enzymes she was provided. Now, it seemed, they'd finally found a match. "I'm still worried about your heat. And, of course," he leveled her with a gaze, "The goal is to find an Alpha for a permanent solution possibly. Have you given more thought to what we discussed?"

She appreciated his vagueness at the time, seeing Jared stir quietly. Dr. Collins had recommended a matching service that would pair her with an Alpha who needed an Omega. A clinical pairing that would keep them alive, if not happy or in love. That wasn't the point of those programs; she didn't want to go that route. It felt like giving up, and a small part of her hoped to find the fairytale of True Mates and love and romance. Her eyes flashed to Jared, stirring deep within her, alerting her to the fact her Omega was trying to seek the Alpha it needed in him.

"No," she shook her head, forcing her eyes from Jared back to Misha. "I don't want to do that."

Misha sighed, glancing between the pair before nodding. "Alright, we'll continue your treatments and see how you do. Same time next week?"

She smiled and nodded, and Dr. Collins dismissed himself to help the next patient. She liked him a lot. He never seemed to judge her, was open, kind, and understanding, but provided the same level of detailed care to every one of his patients. It was a big part of what made him so sought after in the first place.

"It seems pretty bad," Jared mumbled once they were alone again. He tried to bite back the rising jealousy at his following words: "He's recommending a matching service, isn't he?" She nodded, and he felt a little queasy. "Is that what you want?"

"No," she said, meeting his eyes. "I don't want to give myself to any Alpha to survive. But because I've never been with an Alpha at all, my condition is worse. I'm afraid the choice will be taken from me."

Jared licked his lips and leaned forward, ready to take the chance and offer himself to her, "Y/N, I-"

His phone ringing made him squeeze his eyes shut and curse. As he answered the phone, Jared's body slumped, and Y/N knew he would have to leave.

"-I have to go," he finished lamely, flashing her an apologetic look.

"Duty calls," she chuckled, attempting again to lighten a rather heavy mood.

He laughed with a light sparkle in his eyes. Even though he was a rather large Alpha, she felt comfortable around him. Conversation flowed easily, and she found herself drawn to him in a way she hadn't felt with anyone before. She was almost sad when her treatment finished, and he bid her farewell. Her eyes followed him until he disappeared from her sight.

Maybe it's for the best, she thought, that he leaves before her Omega reaches out for him with dying desperation, ignoring the lingering flutter in her chest. Regardless, she hoped she might see him again, not from within the drunk tank.

-

Jared checked his watch, hurrying his steps toward the hospital's entrance. He did his best to try and calm his racing heart. Jared scheduled his donations for several weeks to coincide with Y/N's treatments.

After their third visit, Dr. Collins pulled him aside to say that she'd been improving with Jared's visits and that the treatments were becoming more effective. However, they still wouldn't tell him if she received his enzymes, so Jared made sure to be there for her.

She was utterly alone, he learned. And her drinking that kept landing her in jail was a failed coping mechanism. She was spiraling toward a painful end. The more he knew and the more time he spent with her, the stronger the pull between them became.

Maybe it was because they were both without a mate. Perhaps it was because they were both dealing with their bodies degrading. But he held on to the slight hope that maybe they were compatible, and that's why their visits always felt like the highlight of his week.

He was nervous as he reached the treatment floor. He was excited to see Y/N and had been working up the nerve over the past two weeks. This time, he was ready; he would go for it and ask her out. Their connection was strong, and he'd been attracted to her since he first saw her. Finally, things were aligning.

As he entered the clinic, his heart sank. He did not see Y/N anywhere among those receiving treatment. He knew it was the right day, the same as it had always been. Checking his watch once more, he frowned. Turning to the receptionist's desk, he gave his name and signed in on the sheet. While the woman behind the desk typed on her computer, he took a moment to glance over the sign-in sheet, not seeing her name anywhere.

Maybe she had other things going on and had to reschedule her appointment. Jared forced back his despondency, deciding to show up earlier the following week. As he sat through his donation, his mind overthinking in circles and lamenting her absence, the most primal side of his inner Alpha began to wake for the first time in years.

-

Jared tried to focus on the paperwork at his desk, but he was restless, his inner Alpha rising to the forefront increasingly with each passing day. He could feel Jensen's eyes boring into him, but he did his best to ignore it. Jensen was increasingly concerned as he watched his Alpha friend unravel before him. He wasn't even sure Jared was aware of the huffs and growls falling from his lips sporadically, his scent permeating everything around him.

"What?" Jared growled at his friend and co-worker with bared teeth. At Jensen's raised brow, Jared tried to compose himself. "I'm sorry."

"Man, I've never seen you like this," Jensen said. "Not even after Gen."

"I know," Jared responded defensively, trying not to bristle at the mention of his former mate.

"Have you seen Y/N lately?"

Jensen didn't want to bring her up, but she hadn't been in jail in weeks. While grateful for that, he could see how badly it affected Jared not to see or be around her.

"She wasn't at the clinic," Jared mumbled, seeing Jensen's curious look. Remembering no one knew, he decided to talk it out with a friend. "She goes to the clinic for Omega treatment," he explained. "I've seen her when I go for donations, but she wasn't there this week."

"Look, I don't want you snapping my head off. But you're different around her, and now that she's not around, you're not looking great. I thought it was just a crush, but maybe you've imprinted," Jensen said as Jared scowled. "Maybe she's yours."

Jared tried to ignore how those words affected him, making him purr at the thought of her being his. He'd entertained the idea himself, the fantastical notion of True Mates. He tried to brush it off as silly, immature musings. But now, hearing Jensen vocalize the same thoughts, Jared wondered if maybe it wasn't just childish notions grounded in something genuine.

When Jared didn't speak and returned to work, Jensen let it go. However, he was determined to keep an eye on his friend and help if needed. He didn't want to see Jared spin out like he did when he lost his mate, Gen. Maybe Jared and Y/N could save each other from a fate worse than death.

-

As promised to himself, Jared returned to the clinic the following week, an hour before he or Y/N were usually scheduled to be there. He sat and waited, completed his donation, and waited another hour beyond the end of his appointment.

But Y/N never showed.

His Alpha was beginning to spin out of his control. A control he maintained so tightly and with relative ease most of his life was now being stripped away in his worry over Y/N. An Omega. One that his Alpha wanted to claim as its own.

He continued going to work each day, both happy and sad that she was never there. He visited the clinic daily to see if her schedule had changed, but she was absent. He briefly entertained the idea of showing up at her door, but he stopped himself. As much as he may care about and want her, she wasn't his Omega. She wasn't his anything, and he had no right to show up. If anything, she might consider it an abuse of his knowledge or power as a deputy, and he certainly didn't want that either.

By the time of his next appointment, Jared was a mess. His Alpha was now at the forefront. He felt almost on the cusp of a rut and wasn't due for some time. The looks from the hospital staff irritated him further as he huffed and stomped his way into the clinic, wiping the ever-present sweat from his brow. It took all he had to contain himself when Dr. Collins refused his weekly donation and sent him home.

He decided to call out of work that night, his rut on the cusp, his Alpha barely restrained. He never called out of work, keeping himself to a strict and disciplined schedule and lifestyle - his way of controlling the beast.

Jared was interrupted from his musings by the phone ringing. He scowled, checking the ID and seeing it was the station. He laid back on the couch with a groan, wiping the sweat from his brow before answering.

"I told you I was too sick to come in tonight," Jared nearly growled.

"I know. But your lady friend found herself locked up again." It was Jensen. "She wanted me to call you."

That had him sitting upright, clutching the phone a little tighter. "She okay?" he asked, jumping up from the couch and rushing to put on his shoes.

"Drunk," Jensen sighed into the phone. "Not as lively as usual, though."

Jared slammed his door as he hastened to his truck, eager to see her and hoping she was okay. His Alpha was chomping at the bit.

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

God, he couldn't be anything but happy she was alive. He slowly drove himself mad for weeks, wondering if he'd missed his chance. Maybe she was going feral, and he couldn't help. Perhaps he did something to piss her off, and she was avoiding him. But now, at least, he knew she was alive and out in the world and asking for HIM. His Alpha puffed with pride, ready to answer his Omega's call.

He barely had the truck in park before hopping out, his long legs marching hurriedly to the station doors. He banged on the glass of the locked front door with an open palm, shuffling from foot to foot as he waited for entry. The bright lights around the law enforcement facility thoroughly polluted the dark of night.

As the door opened, Jared met Jensen's eyes, which roamed him from head to toe and back again. Jared squirmed under the scrutiny, knowing he was a mess. His hair was wild and matted with sweat. His clothes and body were drenched in pheromones, making Jensen's nose crinkle.

"You good?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jared nodded and swallowed hard, taking several breaths to try and calm himself.

Jensen hesitated momentarily, eyeing Jared warily before huffing and letting him in. Jared followed hot on his heels as Jensen unlocked doors and led the way into the holding cell.

Jared froze as soon as his eyes landed on her. She was huddled in the corner, looking far worse than he'd ever seen her. She was undoubtedly drunk, but by the smells permeating every corner of the room, he knew it was more than just alcohol that was making her so lethargic.

"Y/N?" he called out loudly as he clung to the bars.

She stirred and grunted but didn't respond beyond that. Jared's nostrils flared, his Alpha ready to pry the bars apart to get to her.

"Omega?" he whimpered under his breath as if saying it were a delicate secret.

Hearing her title, she sat up slightly, fluttering open her eyes to lock on the source. She took a deep breath at the slight whine from the Alpha on the other side of the bars. As her vision cleared and her body filled with his scent, she rose, stumbling to him. When her smaller hands clutched at the bars, he automatically moved to cover hers with his own, drawing a small whimper from the fragile Omega.

"Sorry, Padadeputy," she smirked, finally meeting his eyes. "I didn't have anyone else to call."

He could see unspoken pain in her eyes, could sense just how bad her condition had gotten and how worse she was making it from drinking. He reluctantly released her, stepping back from the bars and turning to Jensen.

"Let her out," Jared asked but with a commanding Alpha edge. "I'll take her home."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Jensen protested.

"I don't care what you think," Jared growled. "I'm taking her home where she can sleep it off. You don't know her condition, man."

"And you do?" Jensen asked surprisingly calmly, though his look was anything but.

"Yes, I do," Jared stood tall, squaring his shoulders. "I won't hurt her."

Jensen was still hesitant. But in the end, he trusted his friend. Jared had always been thoughtful and in control in a way Jensen envied. If he could trust anyone with her care, it was Jared. Besides, whatever the Hell was going on with her, she'd certainly do better at home than in a cold, concrete cell.

With a nod and a huff, Jensen relented, turning to the cell door and opening it up, letting Y/N out.

She smiled at Jensen, "Thank you, Ocifer Ankles." She grinned, making Jensen roll his eyes.

"Just get her home safe, okay?"

"Promise," Jared nodded, wrapping an arm around Y/N to steady her as they left the building and walked to his truck.

He secured her safely in the passenger's seat, closed the door, and jogged to the driver's side. He hopped in and started up the truck but leaned back in his seat with a huff, taking a deep breath.

He turned to Y/N, surprised to find her already looking at him. "You called for me," he breathed out, more a statement than a question.

"Well, I didn't have your number," she fidgeted with her hands. “I didn't know anyone else and wanted to go home."

"I haven't seen you in weeks-"

He stopped as her hand landed on his, squeezing lightly. "I'm sorry," she said. “I'll explain everything. Please, take me home."

He agreed, guiding the truck onto the road and quickly remembering the route to her house. He may not have gone there, but he traveled the path in his mind often enough. He was pleasantly surprised that she held his hand the whole ride, even if her attention was on the passing scenery.

Parking in the driveway, they both got out. Y/N quickly took Jared by the hand again as she led him into her house. Guiding him to the couch, she went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. He was already missing her touch and warmth, her presence beside him. He fought the urge to wander into the kitchen and forced himself to sit on the couch.

She knew there was a lot to tell him. She could tell he was riled, and she wasn't entirely surprised. During his visits, they talked and grew more familiar, and Y/N began to entertain the thought of having an Alpha. It was hard for her not to see him in weeks, and she could see that it also affected him.

Pouring the coffee into two mugs, she carried them to the living room, handing Jared one before sitting on the couch facing him.

"Jared," she started, and he purred at hearing his name from her lips. "I'm sorry if I made things awkward by calling you."

"What?" he said, setting his mug on the small table and paying attention to her. "You didn't. I'm glad you called."

She smiled bashfully, "I'm sorry I haven't been to treatment in a while."

"What happened, Y/N?" he asked, still worried but needing to know why she was gone.

"My heat's trying to break through," she explained. "It's been a long time since I've had one because of medications. It didn't hit fully, but what started to break through was enough to make me sick."

Jared's breathing picked up as he listened to her words. His Alpha was going into a panic again. He knew something was wrong. If it was her heat, he could've helped. He can help.

"I was admitted to the Omega wing at the hospital," seeing him getting worked up, she tried to calm him. "They got it managed and switched my meds. It's been trying to worm to the surface for weeks."

"Eventually, it'll come back full force, though, right?" he swallowed hard at the question, knowing full well how painful and possibly fatal a heat for her could be. He had thoroughly researched her condition, and it only made him more sure they met for a reason.

"I've never had an Alpha, Jared. I've never even been with one before." 

He let out a deep growl at her statement, which was more a call to her womanhood than something scary. He wasn't fully aware he'd done it until he saw her body respond. Taking a chance and testing the waters, she set her cup on the table and scooted closer to him. Leaning in, she lay her head on his chest, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. She breathed in deeply, blatantly scenting him and humming in satisfaction and comfort.

Jared set his mug aside and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her close. He leaned down to scent her hair as she breathed in his scent, an involuntary groan ripping from his lips. In his youth, he would have been eager to take and claim. Now, there was only calm and peace, her scent and warmth soothing the primal beast within.

"You know I had an Omega before," Jared's voice rumbled in his chest. "It shames me to say this, but it never felt like this."

"I know what you mean," she responded, squeezing him a little, making him hold her closer. “I've never felt such compatibility before. I can usually resist Alphas, but with you…"

True mates, Jared's mind offered, but he remained silent. As the conversation quieted, he moved to retrieve the remote from the table, putting something on to watch until she was ready to sleep. It didn't take long for her to pass out. Jared carefully moved, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to her bedroom. He tucked her under the covers, standing over her as she settled into comfort.

He knew this was when he should leave but he couldn't move his feet. His eyes drifted over Y/N’s face, settled peacefully in slumber, before looking over her shape and form, hidden by the covers. She was beautiful, her scent sweet and enticing. His muscles twitched as he fought the urge to crawl beside her, his Alpha yearning to make her his.

He could leave, he supposed, and he probably should. But he didn't want to, and he reasoned that Y/N probably needed someone to look after her anyway. So, returning to the living room, he kicked off his shoes and settled on the couch. He was asleep in a matter of minutes, her scent surrounding him and providing him with much-needed comfort.

-

Jared woke suddenly in the middle of the night, a second of confusion clouding his mind before he realized why he had woken. Drenched in sweat, he discovered his rut had finally broken in his relaxed state. Although he could smell himself—sweating in the same clothes for two days and soaked once more—her delectable scent still permeated everything.

Now fully awake, he sat upright on the couch, cradling his aching head. His Alpha was desperate to go to her, sneak into her room, and ease their suffering. But he also didn't want to scare her or ruin what they were starting to develop between them. He wouldn't let himself lose control with her. But if he stayed there much longer, the choice might be taken from him.

Mind made up, he searched for a scrap of paper and something to write with, hastily jotting down his number and that he'd see her at the next treatment appointment the following day. He placed the note on the coffee table and forced his feet towards the door. He paused with his hand on the handle, his forehead leaning against the cool door. His Alpha was screaming at him not to do this or leave her.

With his last bought of strength and willpower, he opened the door, shutting it quietly behind him as he forced his feet toward his truck, hoping to sleep it off at home.

-

When she woke in the morning, she felt awful. She knew right away that her heat had broken. She feared this would be the one the doctor had warned her about - the one that would drive her feral. She could faintly smell Jared, and her body forced her to crawl from the bed and towards the source.

She stumbled to the living room like a zombie on automatic. She was surprised not to find him there when she reached the couch. Maybe he was in the bathroom? She glanced at the coffee table, seeing a paper. Dashing to grab it, she read the hastily scribbled note from Jared.

He had to go but would see her at her next appointment. That was tomorrow afternoon. Her Omega whined in protest of his absence. His scent lingered, and she crawled onto the couch, wrapping herself in the throw and drowning in his potent scent. It seemed to seep into everything fabric he touched and slept upon.

As Jared's rich, Alpha scent filled her lungs, her heat slammed into her with a ferocity that terrified her. The pain compounded with heartbreak over the perceived rejection from his departure. His scent ramped up her body from desire to urgent need as a pitiful whine escaped her parted lips.

With hazy images in her mind's eye, her hand wandered down her body and between her thighs, desperate for any form of relief from the burning within her. She came hard with Jared's name on her lips but was still unsatisfied and yearning. Already feeling tired and drained, she forced her fingers to continue, her wetness more than she'd ever felt before. A brief, alarming worry flashed through her before a second climax erased all thought. Again, it wasn't quite enough, but it eased her pain just enough for her to fall asleep.

-

Jared rushed toward the clinic doors, his heart racing. Ever since he'd left Y/N's house, he'd been itching to see her again, to just be near her. He'd showered twice and doused himself in scent blockers, knowing they wouldn't let him stay if he was in a rut. But he'd promised to see her. He couldn't donate in his condition, but he could keep her company and show her he could be trusted.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Jared walked into the clinic, his eyes flitting about, looking for her. He didn't see or scent her anywhere. Glancing at the clock, he reviewed the sign-in sheet, but her name was not listed. A sinking dread filled his stomach, and he was unaware of his worried Alpha scent growing and filling the space, drawing unwanted attention.

Jared rechecked his phone, but there were no calls or texts. He sent Y/N a text as he began to panic. Maybe he shouldn't have left. Maybe he should go to her house and see if she was okay. His spiraling panic had amped his rut again, the blockers now useless against the many emotions and pheromones clogging the air.

Nurse Benedict - a small but kind man - approached him warily, and Jared looked around to see him drawing attention.

"Hey, Jared," he spoke calmly with a soft smile. "You shouldn't be here in your condition."

Jared could see several patients eyeing him warily, and he knew he was making them uncomfortable.

"I—I'm sorry," he apologized and reluctantly forced himself to leave. The familiar voice of Dr. Collins stopped him at the door.

"Jared?"

Misha had just stepped off the elevators leading to the hospital. Jared's nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated as he caught Y/N's scent from the smaller male. His rut was still simmering under the surface, and her scent on another man—regardless of whom—exacerbated it. 

The Alpha within gained the upper hand as Jared rushed Misha, pinning him against the wall with his forearm across the smaller male’s throat, baring his teeth in warning as he growled. 

“Where is she?”

“Who?” Misha squeaked, urging Jared to loosen his hold enough for him to speak. “Who are you looking for, Jared?”

“Y/N. Where is Y/N? I can smell her all over you. Did you touch what’s mine?” 

Misha knew Jared was deep into his rut. Moreover, his apparent instincts over Y/N further confirmed his suspicions about the pair. 

“Dr. Collins,” Nurse Benedict said, and Misha raised his hand to urge him to stay back. “Should I call security?”

“No. Thank you, Rob. We’re fine. Just need a little space to talk, is all.”

Misha remained calm as Nurse Benedict backed away, leaving him and Jared alone. Jared relaxed and released Misha, a part of him sensing his anger was misplaced. 

"Is she here?" Jared growled, unable to maintain pleasantries. 

Even his logical mind screamed that he was her doctor, for crying out loud. Dr. Collins looked Jared up and down before glancing down the hallway to see Nurse Benedict still watching the scene.

"Come with me," Misha insisted, gesturing for Jared to follow him onto the elevator. Pressing the floor button, the elevator doors closed, leaving the two men alone. "She's on the Omega treatment floor; she was brought in the middle of the night by ambulance."

Guilt slammed into him hard; he knew he shouldn't have left. He was trying to be respectful, but it may have been what sent her there. He couldn't lose her. Not when he'd finally let himself believe they could have something.

The bell chimed, indicating they'd reached their floor as the doors opened again. Jared followed Y/N's doctor in silence. He wasn't her Alpha and wouldn't be allowed to see her or even be on the floor, especially in his condition. But he trusted Misha and didn't want to get thrown out. So he stayed quiet and followed a very close step behind.

Jared tried to tamper down his Alpha as the overwhelming scents of Omegas and their Alphas assaulted him. While he could scent they mainly were bonded, the pheromones had him wanting to fight or fuck it out.

“Dr. Collins?”

A brunette female doctor greeted Misha as they stopped in the hall. Her gaze flicked over Jared questioningly before returning to Misha in confusion. Jared was finding it difficult to control himself when they reached the floor, and everyone was looking at him or scurrying away, his scent potent and alarming.

“Dr. Rhodes,” Misha greeted with a smile. “This is Jared. We’re here for Y/N Y/L/N.”

Dr. Rhodes was slightly concerned and upset over the situation, not to mention the visible marks on Misha’s neck. She was almost sure this was a dangerous Alpha and her colleague was being coerced. Pulling a syringe stealthily from her coat pocket, Dr. Rhodes attempted to inject Jared with a sedative. Jared was too quick - years of police training made him ever aware of possible danger - and he pinned her to the wall, just like he had with Misha, growling and squeezing her wrist until she cried out in pain and dropped the syringe.

“Jared, let her go.”

Expecting Misha, Jared was surprised to see Jensen beside him, still in uniform. Jared eased his grip, glancing at Misha and seeing the fear in his eyes. He forced himself to release the doctor and backed away from her, his eyes flashing between her and Dr. Collins. Dr. Rhodes rubbed her aching wrist as she eyed Jared warily.

“What are you doing here?” 

“I came in with the ambulance after the emergency call,” Jensen explained, trying to control his anger. “I let her go home with you, and then I get a call there’s an emergency at her house. I thought you lost control like in the past and possibly did something.”

By the time he finished speaking, Jensen’s shoulders slumped, knowing his words would strike a chord with his friend. Jared was certainly pissed and hurt at the insinuation.

“I left because I didn’t want to force her into anything. I was losing my mind, and I left,” Jared yelled, tugging at his hair in frustration. His arms dropped to his sides, and he started to cry. “I did this to her by leaving. This is my fault.”

Jared dropped to his knees and cried into his hands. He tried to do the right thing by her, but she ended up hurt anyway. Jensen tried to comfort him, helping him to his feet. Jared wiped his eyes and struggled to control his emotions.

“Please,” Jared turned to Doctors Rhodes and Collins. “Please let me see her. She needs me, and I can fix this.”

“She’s unmated,” Dr. Rhodes snapped. “We can’t have an unmated Alpha in a rut here.”

“He’s her donor.”

“Excuse me?” Jared and Dr. Rhodes spoke at the same time.

Jared was just as surprised at Misha’s words; he and Dr. Rhodes both anticipated Dr. Collins's response.

“Y/N’s body rejected everything we gave her until she received Jared’s enzymes. It’s what has kept her alive this long. They are highly compatible.”

Highly compatible—a modern, scientific term to replace the adage of ‘True Mates.’ As Dr. Collins and Dr. Rhodes argued over professionalism and ethics, Jared’s mind tuned them out. Y/N was his—he just knew it, and she needed him. He couldn’t fathom losing another mate; he would surely go feral.

As they continued debating, Jared slipped away. In a trance, he let his nose and instincts guide him, finding Y/N’s room with ease. He entered the room, glancing back at the doctors before mostly closing the door behind him.

The sight of her lying in bed, covered in sweat and groaning in pain, broke his heart. But the luscious scent of her heat called out to him, drawing him closer until he stood beside her bed.

“Omega,” he breathed out, more of a growl that made her body jerk and her eyes flutter open with a groan.

“Jared?” she weakly asked, shuddering from cramps and fever.

Jared took her hand, the heat of her skin scorching. She sighed, and her body relaxed. After only a few moments, he watched in amazement as her vitals settled to something more normal, though her scent grew more potent.

“You left,” she croaked, pulling her hand from his hold, making him frown. “You rejected me.”

Jared was horrified, her perceived rejection making his heart clench painfully.

“No,” he insisted, retaking her hand and urging her to look at him, “No, Omega. I would never reject you. I didn’t want to take advantage.”

Drs. Rhodes and Collins entered the room, and Jared looked sheepish and caught but refused to move from Y/N’s side.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t be in here without authorization,” Dr. Rhodes spoke, Misha just beside her.

Jensen appeared again, grabbing Jared by the arm and trying to lead him from the room, “I’m sorry, Jared. I have to take you out of here. Don’t make it difficult, okay?”

“I’m an authorized donor,” Jared thought quickly on his feet. “You said she was getting my enzymes, right?” he spoke, fighting against Jensen’s hold.

“We could do a direct enzyme infusion,” Misha suggested to his colleague. “Kim, we have to do something. He can help.”

“The infusion would help,” Dr. Rhodes offered. 

“No,” Y/N spoke again. “I’m a broken and rejected Omega. I don’t want to go through this anymore.”

“Maybe we can give them a chance to talk?” Dr. Collins spoke with his colleague, seeing she was at least considering. No one wanted to see someone die because they couldn’t be matched or mated. 

“We should run tests,” Dr. Rhodes offered with a sigh, both Misha and Jared relieved she seemed to be on board finally.  “If they are compatible, they should mate as soon as possible.”

Jared was grateful they were bending the rules. As they all left the room, Jared felt the urgency of convincing Y/N that they could do this - could mate and be together if she wanted.

Holding her hand firmly in his, he cupped her cheek with his other hand, urging her to look at him. He took a moment to caress and soak in her features and scent.

“I left because you smelled so good I was afraid I’d lose control and do something you didn’t want. But I would very much like to be your Alpha.”

“I woke up, and I scented you,” Y/N explained. “But you weren’t there. I lay on the couch. I needed your scent.”

She fought back tears, and Jared did his best to soothe her from his position.

“The idea of having an Alpha, of belonging to them, terrifies me. I never wanted it, and now I’m paying for that. But then you came along, and I wasn’t afraid. I was drawn and curious but never afraid.” 

She let her tears fall then but smiled warmly at Jared, squeezing his hand.  Jared’s heart swelled. He shouldn’t have left, but now he’d get a second chance.

“Will you let me claim you?” He asked, needing to be bonded with her and knowing her body needed it too.

Before she could respond, two Beta nurses entered with Dr. Rhodes behind them, “So, are we doing the transfusion?”

Y/N and Jared held each others’ gaze for a long moment before Y/N turned to the doctor.

“Yes.”

Y/N looked back to Jared, who kissed her hand and moved into a chair beside the bed. The nurses set up IVs and a machine to feed Jared’s enzymes to stabilize her.

“As soon as possible,” Jared whispered just for her, “I’ll get you home and take care of you.”

The implications of his promise made her shiver. The staff left them alone while the transfusion was going on. However, after several minutes, Y/N looked like she was about to pass out as the alarms started blaring. Jared was out of his seat and at her side in a flash, cupping her face and trying to rouse her. The nurses and doctor rushed in, pushing Jared back into his chair as they checked her over. Her scent blossomed, almost choking him, and he detected the bitter tones of her heat on the verge of turning feral.

“The transfusion isn’t enough,” Dr. Rhodes explained to Jared.

“She needs a claim,” he understood, his feet pulling him closer to her. “Can I take her home?”

He couldn’t lose her, and he couldn’t survive losing another mate. He felt blessed at having found her, but now he felt cursed to know only loss. He knew it would save her if he could mate and claim her.

“She’s not stable enough to leave,” the doctor explained. “But I can secure the room and give you privacy,” she offered instead.

Jared could only nod, his Alpha ready to care for his mate, his scent informing all others to keep their distance. The doctor rushed off, giving Jared a wide berth and securing the door behind her as promised.

“Y/N?” Jared urged, trying to get her to focus on him, to at least hear him. “Omega?”

His voice was tinged with both whine and growl as he let his instincts guide him. He leaned down over Y/N and kissed her chaste but deeply.

“Alpha,” she whispered as her body sought him out.

“My true mate,” he whispered back reverently. “Not how I wanted this to go, but I can’t lose you. Need to mate and claim you.”

She shook her head, fighting to stay coherent and awake as the heat raced through her body. Her utter desperation for the Alpha before her was the only thing tethering her to wakefulness. 

“It’s too fast,” she protested, a tiny sliver of rationality clinging to her consciousness. 

“You’re dying,” he responded bluntly. “You would have had to have someone assigned as your mate. We’ll never get to know each other if you’re dead. I can’t let that happen when I can help you.” He held her face in his hands, his forehead pressed to hers. “Omega, please.”

“Jared,” she breathed, giving in to her body’s needs and tilting her head to kiss him. He responded in kind, his Alpha chomping to make her his. “Alpha, please. Need you. Need-”

Her voice trailed off as a painful cramp seized hold, making her whine and whimper. Jumping to action, Jared removed his shoes and hastily removed his clothes, leaving him in his boxer briefs. He pulled down the blankets and pushed up her hospital gown to her stomach. Her folds glistened in the harsh light, her scent potent and slamming into him hard. He breathed deep, his body shuddering.

Crawling on the bed to hover over her, she automatically spread her legs, Jared’s hand finding her core. Slipping two fingers inside, he groaned, feeling her soaked and more than ready for him.

She whined and squirmed, the fever taking hold. Jared would have reveled in her desperation and submission, but now was not the time or place. He removed her clothes and climbed on the small bed, settling between her legs and pulling the covers over them for modesty.

His hard and heavy cock twitched eagerly against her hot and drenched folds. Without hesitation, he slid within her, groaning at the delectable feel of her heat wrapped around him. She whimpered again, and he shushed her, kissing her sweet as he began to move.

It was desperate and clinical, feeding primal needs and alleviating both their near-feral biologies. Y/N still felt better than anyone he’d ever had, and he promised himself the romance would come later when they were both safely out of danger.

“Alpha,” she called out, her legs spreading wider, letting Jared slide even deeper. “Alpha, need your knot!”

Jared groaned long and deep, burying his face in her neck as he picked up his pace. The small bed creaked with his every movement. Her hands on his ass, pulling him even closer, reminded him of her desperation and his own.

“Gonna knot and mark you, Omega,” he warned, his knot already swelling, making it more challenging to fuck her how they needed. Feeling her grow close, he slipped a hand between them, rubbing tight and fast circles on her clit.

Her body tensed, right on the edge, and Jared could no longer hold off.

“Omega,” he groaned, his knot popping and locking them together.

As his teeth sank into her neck, marking her as his and bonding them, she came loud and hard, gushing around his knot.

They both lay panting, waiting for Jared’s knot to recede. Jared licked and kissed her wound, allowing his instincts to guide him, his heart full in a way he never thought possible after his loss. Once his knot released, he moved from the bed, dressed, and cleaned them up. When done, Y/N slept, and Jared ran to get someone to check to ensure she was okay.

He knew she would need more than one round to heal, but he hoped he could take her home, where it would be more comfortable and private. Jared rushed out of the room to find Drs. Rhodes and Collins who paused their speech when they saw him.

“Is everything alright?” Dr. Rhodes looked concerned.

“She’s sleeping,” Jared offered.

“I’ll just go check on her.”

Jared followed into Y/N’s room, and Dr. Collins was close behind. They both stood by patiently as Dr. Rhodes examined Y/N.

“She seems better,” Dr. Rhodes announced. “I’ll need to draw some blood, and we’ll need to keep her for observation for a few hours.”

Jared tensed but nodded. He didn’t want to be in the hospital any longer than necessary and just wanted to get her into a comfortable bed where he could tend to her every need and bring her back to life. But he could force himself to wait a few more hours for Y/N’s sake. He’d rather know she was stabilized before he removed her from the place that could save her if something went wrong. 

“Try to get some rest,” Misha insisted as Y/N’s blood was drawn. “You both need your strength.”

Once again, they were left alone, the door secured behind them. It was easier to control his instincts now that they were bonded, but it still took effort to restrain himself from those having to touch or go near his mate.

Jared took residence in his chair again, scooting it as close as possible to the bed so he could hold Y/N’s hand as she slept. He laid his head on her belly, watching her as she slumbered. It wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep with her.

-

It took half a day and a second round before Y/N was stable enough to leave the hospital. The second she was wheeled outside—per hospital protocol—Jared scooped her from the chair into his arms and carried her to his waiting truck, tucking her safely inside.

Y/N was more than surprised when Jared pulled into her home's driveway. She expected as an Alpha - and her Alpha - that he’d want her in his space. Most Alphas were territorial in that way. Before she could vocalize a word, Jared was out of the truck and at her side, carrying her in his arms again towards her front door.

“I wanted you to be comfortable,” he explained as he opened her door. She was surprised he had her keys, but she supposed she was pretty out of it and was grateful she had someone looking out for her. “I figured you’d want to be in your space for now.”

It would take some getting used to. But as her eyes trailed over Jared’s body as he stood from laying her on the couch, she was thankful to have been blessed with such an attractive and caring mate. But her mood was soured as she smelled herself, a mix of her heat, sex, and not having showered in a couple of days.

“I want a shower,” she whined, her stomach gurgling loudly. “And something to eat.”

“Okay,” Jared readily agreed, ready to help her off the couch. “Why don’t we shower first, and then I’ll make us something to eat?”

“Jared,” she protested. “You don’t have to.”

“You’re my mate, Y/N,” he gently argued. “Please, Omega, let me take care of you?”

He pulled her to her feet, his arms wrapped around her securely. She swooned at his rich and calming scent as he quietly purred to soothe her.

“Yes, Alpha.” She smiled warmly at him, and Jared gave in to his urge to kiss her.

In the hospital, she was so out of it that she could barely remember them mating, let alone his kiss. She could feel the pulse in her neck from his bite, reminding her it was real. She imagined he was as gone as her when they mated, the urgency overriding all else. Now, however, she could savor his kiss - a kiss that was making her swoon so hard her legs gave out. Luckily, he was swift to scoop her into his arms once again. 

Jared had wanted this - wanted her - for so long since he had first scented her. The first time, he was in the local bar on a rare night out. He had caught her scent wafting over all the others, calling to his inner Alpha that had been dormant for many years. He followed his nose, intent on finding the source. As soon as he laid eyes on her, his heart stuttered. But she left before he could ever approach her.

The second time he saw her, she was locked in the drunk tank. He had reported for an overnight shift and was briefed on the persons in holding. That’s when he learned her name. He spent the entire night with a watchful eye, her scent driving him mad with want. 

Y/N’s second visit to the drunk tank was his third time seeing her, and they spent most of that time in friendly chatting. That’s when Jared began to wonder if he could ever have a chance with this stunning Omega that called to him. It was also the first time he wondered what demons had led her to drink and be locked up. That’s when he tried to rid himself of the idea of her as ever being his. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake her from his mind, her scent ingrained in him.

As he set her down in the bathroom and turned on the shower, Y/N began stripping her dirty and sweat-soaked clothes. When Jared turned back around, finally satisfied with the water temperature, Y/N was naked and smiling shyly. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming her nude body, finally able and allowed to view and appreciate every inch of her - and appreciate he did.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he breathed heavily, removing his clothes as he watched her eyes devour him in turn. “My Omega.”

A shiver ran through Y/N’s body at Jared’s Alpha tone, laced with his desire for her. They both took their time appreciating each other's bodies. Y/N had never seen a man so fit and toned or a cock so large and - frankly - beautiful, which is something she never thought she’d say. 

As another wave of her heat ramped up, she trusted Jared to help her. Y/N’s mind was foggy, and her body focused only on her basic needs. She could barely stand on her own in the shower. She could smell Jared’s delicious scent all around her, already mingling with hers. His hands, large and warm, delicately cleansed and caressed her skin.

After showering, he dried her down, and she slipped on a silky robe that barely covered her ass but was lightweight and didn’t irritate her frazzled skin. Jared threw on his boxers and t-shirt, knowing she’d need him again soon and not wanting too many layers in their way.

He left her on the couch, searching her kitchen for something to feed them. He opted for eggs and toast, something easy to make and eat. As he gathered the needed items, he noted that there were bottles everywhere he turned. Some bottles were empty, some half full or waiting to be opened. He was more than worried and knew he’d have to ask her about it. Maybe he could help her.

Bringing the plates to the living room, Jared handed her one as he sat on the couch beside her. He observed her as they ate, more than happy that she liked it and ate it all. Without a word, he gathered their dishes and neatly placed them on the coffee table. He planned to wash them at some point, but he needed to confront her about the drinking finally.

“Y/N?” Jared began cautiously, grateful when she eagerly met his gaze. “I don’t want to tell you how to live your life or try to control you; I’m not that kind of Alpha,” he started, her brow furrowed as he continued. “It’s just…all the drinking, the bottles everywhere, ending up in the drunk tank. I’m worried and want to help if you let me.”

She dropped her gaze to her lap as she nodded her head. She had expected it to come up at some point. After all, it was a prominent part of her life lately, and she worried it was all Jared really knew about her from being locked up so much. 

Y/N could only feel safety and comfort from Jared, no judgment or anger. Their bond was new and raw, but she was grateful that she could feel him and knew it was okay to be honest. She met his eyes again and smiled reassuringly.

“For a while, it was the only way I could escape the pain, at least for a little while—mental, emotional, physical pain over my whole situation. I never wanted to be tied to a mate. I didn’t want to be matched to someone I didn’t love or know just to stay alive. I didn’t want to die or hurt myself;  I just wanted to escape. I don’t need to drink, and I never really enjoyed it either. I want to give it up.”

Jared had expected at least a small argument or fight, not immediate acceptance. He placed a hand on top of hers, needing to feel her and reassure her. She flashed him that soft smile again and squeezed his hand back. Now, he felt like she was the one comforting him.

“I mean it,” she insisted. “I fought against this whole thing, but now that we’re mated, I am happy and content. I’m happy it’s you, and I know being mated to you will heal the pain. My health and mood will improve,” She laughed to herself. “It feels so stupid that I fought against it so much. It’s better than I ever thought it could be to be mated to you.”

He couldn’t help it as he leaned in, cupping her cheek and kissing her deeply. To know that she genuinely wanted him as much as he wanted her, after everything and how she felt, she was more than just okay with him claiming her. She was happy; she wanted it, and he wanted her.

Y/N kissed him hungrily, pushing him back into the couch and crawling into his lap as she demanded more. Jared wrapped his arms around her, moaning as she ground her bare, wet folds against his clothed cock. He hastily undid the tie of her robe, brushing it off her shoulders and to the ground. When his hands found her warm flesh, he hummed in satisfaction.

She ground her hips into him as she devoured his mouth, desperate for her Alpha, her heat ramping up again, far from satiated. She ran her hands down his chest and whined at the t-shirt that obscured her from his flesh. Jared caught on quickly, breaking the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Her fingers trailed over his torso, exploring his flesh as she kissed him deep again.

Her grinding was riling him up quicker than he’d anticipated, her scent and neediness, the desperate sounds she was making, all colliding into a perfect storm that aroused him to no end. But he’d promised her that he’d mate her properly when they were home, and that’s precisely what he intended to do.

Scooping her into his arms, Jared stood and carried Y/N toward the bedroom, finding it hard to focus as she continued grinding against him and nibbling at the sensitive spots on his neck. 

“Naughty little Omega,” Jared playfully chastised as he slapped her ass. She gasped and ground against him harder. “Oh, you are naughty, aren’t you?”

Stepping into the room, he laid her on the bed and removed his boxers before he crawled over her with a smirk. 

“Oh, maybe we can play Cops and Robbers, and you can punish me, Padadeputy,” she teased with a sultry smirk. 

Jared growled and kissed her hard with teeth and tongue, “Next time,” he promised. “I have something else in mind,” he added as he pulled back and rolled her to her stomach. “Promised to claim you proper.”

She attempted to rise and present, but he placed a large hand on her lower back, keeping her flat and prone on the bed. He bent one of her knees, exposing her to him. Using his knees and thighs, he nudged her further until he could settle comfortably on top of her and between her thighs.

Y/N moaned as his weight settled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. She was trapped beneath him, unable to move much in any way. But she wasn’t afraid. Instead, she willingly submitted to her strong and potent Alpha. 

Jared shifted his hips and slowly guided his cock into her tight and wet core. It felt like an eternity before he finally settled deep within her, moving his hips to nudge against her depths. Y/N moaned, her fingers clenched in the sheets. He was so deep, and she felt so incredibly full. 

While they had already mated, it was rushed and fevered, and she was so out of it that she didn’t remember much. Now, however, she could feel every little thing, which seemed deliciously overwhelming: from the emotions, the connection, and the sensations of him nestled inside and around her.

She squirmed desperately beneath him as much as she could. Jared nipped her shoulder, and she went still with a whine. He rewarded her by glacially pulling out and pressing in again just as slowly. She needed more and was growing ravenous, but he had other ideas.

Jared continued his slow and passionate rhythm, his hips rolling like gentle waves lapping at the shore. It felt incredible, and Y/N could feel every detail of his length as he speared her open again and again. But it wasn’t enough to take them anywhere. Instead, Jared held them in the realm of pleasure, near torture, with seemingly no end in sight. It was maddening and divine.

“Tell me how it feels,” Jared whispered as he kissed her neck and shoulders.

“Alpha.”

“Tell me,” he reiterated, nipping at her claim and making her moan.

“Feels big and deep,” she gasped, and another nip told her he wanted more. “Ugh! So thick and hot, splitting me open. Feel like you could break right through into my womb. So full,” she whined into the sheets.

Jared groaned and increased his pace, his hands exploring her body, his mouth tasting everywhere he could reach as he drove them both toward their ends. His body stilled as his knot popped, locking them together as his cum flooded her channel. He leaned in to renew his claim; even the bite was intentional and slow, and Jared savored the pop and burst as her skin broke anew. 

“You did so well, Omega,” Jared praised, shifting them to a spooning position as they waited for his knot to go down. “How are you feeling?” he asked, leaning on an elbow to look down at her.

Y/N met his eyes and marveled at the many colors present and the myriad of emotions reflected back at her. Her heart swelled, and she knew she already loved him. She never knew mating could feel like this like she had found a piece of herself she was missing. Jared was a better Alpha than she ever imagined an Alpha could be. All the pain and suffering was worth it just to find him.

“Lucky, Jared,” she smiled warmly. “I feel so damn lucky.”

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Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam/Benny

Warnings: Language, Vampire/Human, PWP. Dom/Sub, Bottom Sam, Top Benny, Begging, Edging,

Rating: E

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"Fuck… Benny," Sam whined. "Please…"

His frustration only grew when he heard the muffled laughter coming from behind him. This was the fifth time Sam had been so close to coming he could practically fucking taste it.

"You regret being such a brat now, sweetheart?" Benny taunted as he started moving his hips again. He wanted to go faster, harder. Wanted to pound Sam's tight little hole until he was unable to walk, but his little princess needed to be taught a lesson.

"Yes…" Sam cried out, feeling the sting tickle along the cheek of his ass. "Come on, baby… please…" he pleaded again.

Benny quickened the pace of his hips, making more of those sweet noises spill from his human's lips. "Yes, what…?"

"Yes.. sir…"

"Mmmm, that's better." Benny praised as he began slamming into him, making Sam's walls clench around his cock. "Fuck, baby… you're so fucking tight."

Sam let out more whimpers, his mind too hazy to form any kind of words, as Benny's hand slid over his hips, stroking his cock once the vampire found it. Benny always knew how to make him feel good, to get him to the peak of his climax faster than anyone ever had. The manhandling Dom side of the vampire was just an added bonus.

"Are you close, baby?" Benny cooed, twisting his hand as he pumped Sam.

"Yes… Almost - Seriously?" Sam snapped when Benny stopped again, hearing that goddamn laugh once more.

"I have a request…" Benny told him, slowly thrusting forward.

Sam let out a huff. "Only if I get to come this time."

"Maybe," Benny teased. "Ride me, baby. I wanna watch that pretty little face when you do."

Sam was more than happy to fulfill his wish, and straddled him once Benny's back was on the mattress, making Benny cry out this time, his cock sinking back into Sam's entrance as he lowered himself.

"You wanna watch me beat off while I ride you…" Sam breathed with a roll of his hips. "Watch me come undone just for you, daddy?"

Benny's eyebrows raised. That wasn't the first time Sam had let that nickname slip, but it still took him by surprise. "Fuck yeah, Sammy. Let me see it, baby."

Benny watched as the hunter bounced on his cock, taking his dick him deeper every time he sank back down. His face was scrunched in the cute little way that told Benny he was already close.

Sam set a rhythm with his hips and mimicked it with his hand, feeling the tension starting to build in his spine again. The sensation of knowing he was finally going to get off was overwhelming.

"That's it… Just like that, baby." Benny moaned, "You're gonna… make me… come."

"Come for me, Benny," Sam demanded, not stopping. "Fuck… come with me."

That's all it took, Benny's orgasm shot through his vein like white hot lightning as he felt his load ooze around his cock. "Fuck!"

The air caught in Sam's throat when he felt his body shift, and before he knew it, he was on his back. "Jesus, Benny, could've warned me…"

"Now, where's the fun in that?" he chuckled, starting to stroke him again as he looked over to Sam, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

"You wanna tell me why you stopped… yet again?" Sam complained as Benny trailed kisses down his neck.

"Just wait, baby," Benny mumbled in the sensitive skin of his pulse point. "You won't be bitchin' in a second," he smarted back, his lips continuing down Sam's chest, giving his raised hip bone a little nibble with his human teeth.

Sam let out a loud moan when Benny's mouth enveloped his dick, taking him deep into his throat. "Shit… Ben," he hissed, his hips bucking on their own accord. His moans got louder as the vampire's head started to bob. Sam was ready within seconds, gripping at the short hair on top of Benny's head. "You're gonna-gonna. Please don't stop, baby. Just don't fucking stop."

Benny smiled when the taste of Sam's salt yet sweet cum coated his taste buds. He took the hunter deep into his mouth again, sucking all the fluid he could get out of him.

Sam's chest fell hard as he let out a huff, trying to catch his breath. "Thank you," he teased, earning a chuckle from Benny.

"My pleasure, sweetheart."

The ring from the bell above the door echoed through the quiet diner, making her eyes shift from the paper she was reading and rolling as soon as they landed on the obvious hunter. His leather jacket and give 'em hell attitude wasn't going to do him any favors in this town. She heard Scotty let out a scoff when the green-eyed John Bonham slammed the door behind him.

"Hey there, Scotty." He flashed the proprietor a shit eating grin. "Can I get a coffee - Black?"

He eyed the couple up and down, probably thinking the same thing she was. Scotty had been shoving food in their faces for the last hour.

"Oh, and some of that pie too, while you're at it."

The stranger quirked an eyebrow when his gaze met hers, then gave her one of those smiles. Lexi had traveled most of the United States, seen a million pretty boys just like him. To say she wasn't impressed was putting in mildly.

"How ya doin'?" he asked the couple. "Just passing through?"

"Road trip," the girl told him, trying not to show the food she had been chewing still in her mouth.

"Yeah. Me too."

"I'm sure these people want to eat in peace," Scotty snarled, pouring more apple cider in the guy's cup as he peered at the hunter.

"Just a little friendly conversation…"

Lexi scoffed lightly - was he incapable of shutting his mouth, or was he really this stupid.

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Castiel stopped in his tracks when he heard the soft whimpers of his name, tilting his head. He couldn’t determine if he was really praying or if it was just past echoes from his favorite human.

The thrumming silence that followed made the worry start to swirl in his stomach — if Sam was praying to him, he could be hurt.

He cursed himself for ever putting those sigils on the Winchester’s ribs as millions of scenarios played in his mind.

“Come on, Sam,” Castiel pleaded, confused as to why Sam wasn’t showing him where he was if he was in trouble. “Let me see where you are.”

“Damn it.” Castiel cursed himself out loud when another whine of his name ran in his ears. He wished he'd never put those sigils on the Winchester’s ribs, even if it did save their lives. What good was it now when Sam needed him?

“Damn it,” Castiel cursed aloud when another whine of his name rang in his ears. He cursed the sigils again, even if they had saved Sam and Dean's lives. What good were they now if Sam needed him?

“Please,” he pleaded. “Just let me see where… Got it.”

Castiel didn’t even think twice — the smell of whiskey filled his nostrils as the grace dissipated.

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