I’m posting an A/B/O fic soon/tomorrow/later/this week!!
It’s my first and possibly my only, for @dr-dean‘s #ABOBirthdayChallenge. Here’s a Teaser:
“What the hell is that?” Dean stands inside the door, hands out like the earth just shook.
“The smell?” Sam asks. He’s showered, doing a spot of research in his sleep clothes, feeling sated while he eats a sandwich. “I sprayed.”
Dean frowns fiercely, scowling at his brother for his stupidity. “Yeah I can smell that, it’s fuckin’ disgusting-”
“No it’s not!” Sam laughs.
“It’s like my face is being fucked by a tree!” Dean strides across the room to the bathroom. “Ugh fuck,” he waves dramatically at the air, “fuck it stinks,” then stops at the end of Sam’s bed, detecting an undertone that makes his back straighten. “Did you…?” He raises a finger at the bed, turns to raise his eyebrows at Sam.
“Yeah.” Sam’s not fussed with Dean’s state. He always arcs up at the stink of sex. “She smelled really good, for a beta.”
Dean frowns again, looks back at the bed, and goes to shower away his own evening. He’s had a good fuck this evening too, a nice beta he’s kept in port for some time. So he’s pretty peeved that this chemical mix has his groin prickling again, armpits too. He thinks he’ll suggest that they don’t bring dates back to their shared room anymore, for their own comfort, or book separately more often.
The shower is a short relief, because when he opens the bathroom he literally takes a step back, like the room’s air slapped him.
Sam’s in bed now. He watches Dean make a wide arc around him in his towel. Dean’s glancing around the room, peering at shadows like someone might still be there.
“She was wearing a synthetic omega scent,” Sam offers, like that might help explain.
Dean looks at Sam, thinking for a few seconds. He knows the masking spray annoys him, and there is an undertone of artificiality to it, but there’s something more… “Yeah I can’t stay here.”
“I’m getting my own room,” Dean grumbles, shoving on some track pants and a sweater before collecting tomorrow’s suit. “I stay here I’m either gonna beat the shit outta you or jack off for four hours.” He’s at the door before Sam can even tell him how late it is. “See ya.”
I’ll link to the fic when it’s up…
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