SPN AU Bingo

x

The second your brother turns his light off, you’re pushing the covers off your body. You’re already dressed to go out with your friends. The only thing you have to worry about is getting past your father’s guards, who constantly patrol the property. Once you get past them, you’ll have a fun night with your friends.

The best way to get out of this house is through the balcony. Your father installed a fire escape after a fire nearly took your life when you were younger. He wanted you to always have a way out in case of any danger.

He takes your protection very seriously. He’s the head of the Italian Mafia. Your five older brothers are heirs to different parts of the kingdom. You? You’re the princess, the baby of the family. Therefore, you don’t get anything you want. Your father has given you an unlimited credit card to use for whatever you want, but that’s not what you’re craving.

You want freedom.

Inside the mansion, you’re trapped like a princess waiting for her prince. It’s suffocating. Sure, you can’t do a lot of things normal girls get to do, but it’s nice to pretend.

You slink down the fire escape and make it to the ground without alerting the guards. You know their schedules like the back of your hand. Your father keeps changing it because if anyone is watching the house, it’ll be harder to study everyone’s schedules. However, you know your father very well.

After years of trying to outsmart him, you get better and better at it each time. You never can outsmart him, but he loves it when you try.

You smooth down your dress and start to sneak past the first guard. His back is turned to you, so you keep your head down and quickly dash across the lawn to the tall hedges. You look behind you to see if he noticed you, and he didn’t. You turn back but end up running into a hard chest.

Kyson. Your eldest brother. The one who is more protective of you than your father.

“What the fuck!” you gasp. “You fucking scared me, Ky!”

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“None of your damn business. Move.”

You’re about to walk past him when he grabs your arm and holds you close to him. “You know you’re not supposed to leave.”

“Get your hand off me.” You yank yourself away from him. “It’s not a big deal. I’m just going to hang with Steph and Frankie. We won’t even go to Daddy’s club.”

Kyson laughs. “Yeah, nice try, princess. Get your ass back to your room.”

“You’re not my dad, Kyson. Fuck off.”

Kyson chuckles in a way that lets you know you’re not going to get your way, but he lets you go anyway. You narrow your eyes at him before continuing your way to the front gate. The guard there has a soft spot for you, so you’re sure you can sweet-talk your way out of here.

Weird how you don’t see any guards, but you’re not paying attention to that. All you can think of is getting to the guard and leaving.

You’re about twenty yards away from the guard shack when someone steps into your path. Someone tall, big-chested, and menacing. Fuck. Shit. You’re in trouble now.

“Daddy!”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Kyson is such a fucking narc. There is no point in lying to your father. He’s going to find out the truth sooner or later.

“I just want to hang out with Steph and Frankie. They wanted to go to your club, but I talked them down to a bar instead. The one you own. We just want to let loose a little bit.”

“You forget that outside those gates, you’re a walking target.”

With an eyeroll, you take out your personalized pink gun and sharp knife. “I know how to protect myself. I grew up with five brothers and a Mafia dad.”

Your father walks over to you and pulls you into his strong arms. “You know what happened to your mother. I’d hate to see the same thing happen to you.”

Hearing about your mom brings your mood down. Not because you hate hearing about it, but because you hate that you had so little time with her. You were five when she died. She was a beloved member of society. Even though she was married to one of the most deadly men in the mafia, she had a heart of gold.

That heart is what got her killed.

Some of your dad’s enemies got hold of her and punished her for what he did. They knew they wouldn’t be able to touch him, so they got to her instead. Your dad kisses your head, and you pull away with a sigh.

“Fine, I’ll stay in my room like a locked princess waiting for her knight in shiny whatever.”

Your dad grins wickedly. “I’ll kill any motherfucker that comes for you.”

“I know,” you smile.

Your friends were disappointed you couldn’t go out, but that only made you want to try harder at sneaking out of here.

A couple of days later, you’re getting ready to go out with Steph. With a guard, you might begrudgingly add.

“Y/N! Come down here!”

Your dad’s voice booms from downstairs, and you finish getting ready. Your heels click on the tile as if they have an attitude of their own. You walk down the marble stairs and find your father in the living room.

“What? I’m just about to leave. With Giovanni, I might add.”

“You want to go out without one of my guards. Fine.”

Your mouth opens in shock. Out of all the things your father could say, that’s not it. “Really? What about your rules?”

“That’s why he’s here.”

Your eyes slide from your father to the other figure in the room. You didn't immediately notice him because you were so focused on your dad. He stands over six feet, broad-chested, bow-legged, with short, dirty blonde hair and the greenest eyes you have ever seen. Freckles dance across his face, and you suddenly have the urge to trace them with your tongue.

“Who is he?” you ask as if he isn’t even in the room with you.

“Dean Winchester. An ex-Navy SEAL and your new bodyguard.” Your mouth drops open. “When you leave, you take him with you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter. Thanks, but no thanks.”

“That wasn’t a request.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “What if I want to hang with my friends? I’m not having girl talk with him breathing down my neck.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, Princess,” Dean says.

“Don’t call me that.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Daddy!”

“Either you go out with him or not at all. End of discussion.”

With that, he walks away. You roll your eyes just as Dean stalks over to you. Not walks, stalks as if you’re his prey. He has that predatory look in his eyes, but you’re not going to let it intimidate you. After all, all the men in your family have the same look, so you’re kind of immune.

Dean reaches out and grips your chin. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but enough to let you know that he is in charge here.

“Get off me,” you say.

“Cut the attitude, sweetheart. I don’t tolerate it.”

You smirk. “Then we won’t be getting along because I am the only girl in a family of five brothers. I have enough attitude to last me two lifetimes. Get used to it.”

You push him off and stomp off. You’re not going to let him stop you from having fun. In fact, you’re going to do your best to ignore him.

Not so fucking easy.

He is everywhere. He’s there when you wake up. He’s there before you go to sleep. He’s there when you go down to the kitchen for a glass of water in the middle of the night. He’s there when you go out to eat. He’s invaded your life, and you’re pissed. Even when you can’t see him, you can feel him.

It’s suffocating.

After two months of this, you need a fucking break. It’s not going to be easy to break away from him, but you’re going to try.

Steph and Frankie agreed to meet up with you at your father’s club. There is a dress you bought several weeks ago that you haven’t put to good use, so what better way than to wear it now?

Outfit, check.

Hair, check.

Shoes, check.

Makeup, check.

You open the door to your bedroom and step out of it, jumping slightly when you see Dean standing there. It’s like he was waiting for you. His eyes drop down your body, and you can see his pupils dilate from here. Whether that be from lust or annoyance, you’re not sure.

“You’re not wearing that,” he finally says.

You laugh. “I’m a grown woman, Dean. I can wear whatever I want.”

“Not while I’m watching you.” You stop, face him, and stare. “Go change before I throw you over my shoulder and force you to change.”

You know that’s supposed to be a threat, but does he know who he is dealing with? You smile widely and show him that his words have no effect on you.

“Then I’ll happily march my perky ass all the way to my father and,” this is where you drop your voice and fake cry with real tears simmering in your eyes, “tell him how you make me feel uncomfortable. That you hurt me.”

Dean’s face hardens at the reality of the situation. He may be intimidating and macho, but your father is not one to mess with. Not to mention your brothers, too. You wipe the fake grief off your face and walk closer to him.

“I own your ass, Dean. Not the other way around. Now come like a good boy,” you smirk.

You leave knowing he is going to follow you. You ight pay for this later, but you need a night out, and you’re not going to let him tell you what you can and can’t wear. It’s his job to fight off other people, and that includes men if they decide to put their hands where they don’t belong.

Your father owns half the clubs in town, so you know most of the staff inside. You arrive at the Pink Palace and head inside, where Steph and Frankie are. They squeal when they see you, and you pull them in for a hug at the same time.

“We haven’t done this in so long,” Frankie says. “I missed my girls.”

“Look, she brought him,” Steph grins.

“Don’t get used to him.” You raise your voice so that Dean can hear you. “He was just leaving.”

Dean slips into the shadows until you can’t see him anymore, but you can certainly feel him. Feel his presence. His eyes. He is always watching, but he wants to give you alone time with your girls. You have to give him credit for that.

“So, how is it living with him?” Steph asks.

“Suffocating. He is everywhere. I can’t get anything done. It’s partially why I have been absent for so long. I tried sneaking out once, and he punished me for a week. My father didn’t care and said Dean’s word is final. Like I’m some kind of fucking child.”

“I’d let him watch over me anytime,” Frankie grins. “He’s hot.”

“Yeah, well, he can be a dick.”

“Even better,” she grins.

“Anyway, I need your guys’ help.”

“Help, as in burying a body?” Steph asks.

“No, that’s what Kade is for. I don’t want my father or my brothers, and certainly not Dean, watching over me. A weekend away is exactly what I need. My father thinks I’ll be in danger if I go anywhere without Dean, but nothing has happened, and nothing is going to happen.”

“What do you need us to do?”

This is why you love your girls so much. They are down for anything without hearing any of the details. You could have killed someone, and they would grab supplies to hide the body instead of asking questions.

“Did you bring it?”

Frankie holds up her bag. “Everything is in here.”

“Good. We can do this in the bathroom.”

All three of you get up and start heading to where the bathrooms are, and Dean steps out of the shadows like he always does when you’re moving.

“Calm down, Dean. We’re just going to the bathroom. Unless you want to watch us pee.”

His jaw ticks, but he backs off. “I’ll be right outside.”

“Where else would you be?”

You and the girls walk into the bathroom, and you check to make sure you’re alone. You don’t need witnesses to what you’re about to do.

“Are we going to get in trouble?” Steph asks.

“Only if we’re caught.”

“Dean is going to kill me.”

“I won’t let him.” Steph looks unsure, and you step up to her. “Steph, if you don’t want to do this, then it’s okay. I can do this without you.”

“No, I want to help. I know how suffocated you feel at home. Just don’t send Kai and Knox after me, okay?”

Kai and Knox are twins who are sent when a problem needs to be fixed, which usually ends in someone's death. That’s when Kade comes in and cleans up their mess. Kyson is the person your father sends when he wants business done. Kyson has a good eye for business and usually helps your father with his dealings. Your youngest brother, Kane, is several years older than you, but he is the informant. He can blend into a crowd and is usually sent out when your father wants intel.

“You won’t have to worry about that. I’m pretty sure Kade won’t let anything happen to you. He has a thing for you, you know.”

She rolls her eyes, but you can see the blush on her skin. “Don’t remind me.”

“Okay, let’s get started.”

You and Steph are similar in looks and sizes, so you two switch outfits because she is going to be pretending to be you while you and Frankie slip out of the club. In Frankie’s bag are all the supplies you need to fix Steph’s hair and makeup to make her look like you. After a rough transition, you’re good to go.

“Okay, we have about five minutes before Dean realizes you’re not me, and all hell will break loose.” You swap keys with her. “We are going to the hangar and taking the jet to Europe. Dean will no doubt leave you to pursue me, and that’s when you leave and meet us in Europe. I’m thinking we start in Paris.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Steph giggles.

Operation Europe starts the second you walk out of the bathroom. You keep your head down, but notice Dean straightening to attention. You and Frankie break off from Steph to make it look like you’re going to the bar while Steph heads back to the table. Just like you hoped, Dean follows Steph.

“Let’s go,” she whispers.

You slip into the crowd with Frankie and make your way to the front door. You keep your pace even so as not to alert anyone, and walk outside. Steph’s car is right out front, so you and Frankie slip inside the car. She is behind the wheel, and she doesn’t waste time pulling into the road.

“I honestly didn't think that was going to work,” she laughs.

“I know, me either.”

“Are you sure Steph is going to be okay?”

“Yeah. My father will be pissed at her, but like I said, Kade won’t let anything happen to her. We’ll just spend a few nights in Paris. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

Frankie is driving the back roads to get to the hangar to prevent someone, Dean, from stopping her. You’re about to relax when you notice a black SUV gaining distance.

“Shit, I think he found us,” you sigh.

She looks through the rearview mirror. “That was fast. I’m driving as fast as I safely can. How did he get to us so quickly?”

You open the window and stick your hand out, flipping off the driver. It’ll piss off Dean, but you’re not going back now. Your father will kill you for disobeying him and Dean. Not to mention what your brothers will do.

Suddenly, a gun is shoved out of the window of the black SUV, and the person starts shooting at Steph’s car.

“Shit!” you gasp. “I don’t think that’s Dean.” Fuck. You don’t have time to dwell on the fact that you fucked up big time. “Frankie, you gotta lose them.”

She steps on the gas pedal, and the car lurches forward. That doesn’t seem to matter because the SUV keeps a steady pace. The dress you were wearing didn’t have pockets or a place to hide your gun, so you don’t have any protection on you. Steph’s family is involved in the Mafia, but not in the same way as yours. She doesn’t have guns in her car.

The person shoots at the car, shattering the back window. You and Frankie scream and duck down to prevent a bullet from hitting you. Frankie swerves on the road across both lanes to prevent the bullets from hitting the car, but the shooter is very skilled.

One of the back tires blows out, and Frankie screams as she tries to keep the car as steady as she can. Your life flashes before your eyes the second one of the front tires explodes. Frankie loses control of the car, and she drives right into a ditch. The front of the car smashes into the base of a tree so hard that you and Frankie get whiplash. Your head is smashed against the dashboard, and darkness envelops you.

What feels like hours but is probably seconds, you open your eyes to see smoke pouring out of the car.

“Frankie?” you gasp.

It hurts to move your head, but you look over at her. The airbags have gone off, and her head is resting against the steering wheel. She is out cold, but there is blood all over her face. You reach over and feel for a pulse, relieved when you feel it.

She isn’t dead.

It takes you a few seconds to realize why you’re in a ditch, and you look around in a panic. The black SUV is parked on the road right above the crash, and several men come out with guns in hand. There is no hope for escape, not in your current state. Your head is bleeding, you’re pretty sure you have bad whiplash, and you know you have a concussion.

“No,” you whimper.

The door to the car is practically ripped off, and a heavy man stands there with a grin on his face.

“You’re going to make me a pretty penny, Princess.”

“No, don’t touch me!” Your voice is weak with no urgency to it. The man grabs you, leaving Frankie to die in the car. “No, Frankie! Let me go! Who are you? What do you want?”

“It’s not what I want. It’s what Mikhail wants.” The man lifts you and slings you over his shoulder. “Up you go.”

The action is enough to make you vomit all over the ground. Mikhail is your father’s biggest competition. You really fucked up.

“Dean…” you mumble to yourself.

The man places you in the backseat of his car, and you close your eyes from the pain throbbing in your head. The door is closed, and that’s when the shooting starts. Who is shooting? Who are they shooting at? Are you going to die? Is Frankie?

The window to the black SUV is so tinted that it’s hard to even see out of it. Coupled with the fact that you have a concussion, you can’t see whoever is out there. Men shout in pain and in urgency, and then it’s silent.

“Help me,” you whisper weakly.

Someone walks up to the car. You can see their silhouette. Whoever it is rears their fist back and punches the window so hard that the glass shatters. You scream and cover your face to protect yourself from the glass. Not that it matters. Your face is bloody and bruised.

“Please leave me alone!” you beg.

The person reaches into the car and opens the door. He leans in, and you feel a sense of security and calmness. You open your eyes and look into the eyes of the man in front of you. You’ve never seen eyes that green before.

“Dean?”

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” Dean grabs you and gently cradles you in his arms. “You’re going to be okay.”

You look around and see all of the bad men dead on the ground. Dean doesn’t have a scratch. Well, that answers that question.

“My dad… He…”

“Your father knows already.”

“God, he’s gonna kill me.”

“No, he isn’t. It’s my fault you got away.”

“He’s gonna kill you, Dean.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.”

Dean walks you to his Impala, and you look around frantically. “Wait, Frankie! She’s hurt!”

“She’s already in the car. Come on.” That’s confirmed when Dean puts you in the passenger seat of his car. Frankie is in the back, still out cold. Still bloody. “The doctor is already waiting for you at home.”

Dean leaves the bloody crash the way it is. You have no doubt that Kade will be the one to clean up this mess later. Maybe not, if all your brothers know about this. They’re very protective of you.

You look at Dean and try to focus on him. Your vision is getting blurry, and your head is throbbing harder now.

“I’m sorry,” you manage to grit out. “I just wanted to be with my friends without someone breathing down my neck. I already have that at home. I didn’t need that with them.”

“I get it.”

“Yeah, because you were hired to,” you scoff.

“No, because I get it.” It must be because he was a SEAL that he gets it. “I don’t want to suffocate you, but protecting you… It’s more than a job.”

You glance down at his lips and think about how good it would feel to kiss him. Instead, you moan in pain. “My head hurts.”

Dean presses on the accelerator. “Hang in there, sweetheart. We’re almost there.”

“I like it when you call me sweetheart,” you slur.

Seconds later, you pass out from the pain.

The first thing you hear when you come to is shouting. Too many voices are yelling at each other. They try to be quiet, but they get louder with each minute that passes. You blink away the blurry vision and see your father, all five of your brothers, and Dean standing in your bedroom. They are all blaming Dean and berating him, and Dean just takes it. He doesn’t argue. He agrees with them.

“It’s my fault,” you whisper.

Suddenly, all voices stop. They know you’re awake. Your father pushes past your brothers and sits by your side.

“You fucking scared me, Y/N. God, what were you thinking? You could have been killed!”

“Dad, give her a break. Let her gather herself,” Kyson says.

He doesn’t say it, but his tone suggests he is disappointed in you.

“Fuck that.” Kai and Knox walk over to you and each gives you a hug. “Glad to know you’re still kicking.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” you chuckle tiredly.

Kane hugs you while Kade kisses you on the head.

“Can I get you anything, princess?” Kade asks.

“Water. I’m a little thirsty.” Kade nods and leaves to grab that. You reach out and grab your dad’s hand. “Daddy, it’s not Dean’s fault. I’m the one who left without him. I’m the one who put Frankie and me in danger. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. She’s in Kade’s room, sleeping.”

“Good,” you nod. “Please don’t punish him.”

Your father kisses your head and smooths down your hair. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk later.” He stands to his full height and looks at Dean. “Later.”

Dean nods. “Why don’t we let her get some sleep, okay?”

One by one, they leave your room. Dean is about to leave when you stop him. “Wait, Dean. Come here.” Dean closes your door and walks over to you. He sits on the edge of the bed. “Thanks for saving me.”

He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear. “No need to thank me, sweetheart.”

“Because I’m just a job?”

“No, because I will always protect you. Job or not.” He leans down and kisses your cheek. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Stay with me?”

Dean kicks off his shows and slides into bed next to you, and you lie your head on his chest. The sound of his calm heartbeat is enough to put you to sleep.

x

“What did you tell Sam?” she asked, breathlessly as his lips moved down her neck.

“Baby needed fuel,” he replied between kisses along her neck.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see a man walk past the alley, too distracted by his phone. Anyone walking past could easily look down the length of the lane and see them through the windshield.

“We should hurry,” she muttered, reaching for his belt.

Dean smirked as his palms slid up her thighs and over the curve of her ass, her black skirt bunched up around her waist, her own white shirt open down to her stomach with her white lace bra exposed to him, and hopefully only him. He pulled her panties aside just as she undid his pants, wrapping her hand around his incredible girth as she lifted herself up, slightly. There wasn’t any time to waste, so she didn’t, sinking down on him and letting out a rough gasp as his shaft stretched her walls, completely sheathed by them. He held onto her hips and helped her rock against him, her hands clenching his shirt tight as she threw her back, moaning loudly at the feel of his cock pumping in and out of her tight heat.

“Fuck, this is the best idea you’ve ever had, babe,” he groaned, his neck straining, veins pressed against his skin as he laid his head back against the top of the seat. “You look so fucking good like this, love it when my good girl gets so deseprate for me.”

She moaned wantonly as she continued to ride him, his hands pulling her hips down hard and fast, just the way she liked it. The head of his shaft was pressing against her g-spot with every thrust, her walls gripping him tight every time and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long. Which was probably a good thing because of where they were. Quickies in the Impala were few and far between considering they were always with Sam, so whenever they found some time alone, they had to take it.

“Oh fuck, oh god, Dean,” she whimpered, dropping her back down and staring deep into his green orbs. “Love the way you feel, love feeling your cock inside me…”

“Shit,” he hissed, his lips pulling into a grin as he watched her. “So perfect, look so good riding my cock, sweetheart. You close?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, taking his hand and bringing it between her legs.

Y/N bounced faster on Dean’s lap just as his fingers circled her swollen nub, sounds of pleasure leaving both of them as they chased that blissful release. Her head tipped back as her hand pressed into the top of the car for leverage, her moans growing louder as her hips faltered, and he knew how close she was. With one last moan from both of them, her core tightened, her walls clenching around his throbbing cock, wetness covered him just as spurts of his seed spilled inside her. They both tried catching their breath as they came down from the high, a soft giggle escaping her as her eyes met his.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” he smirked, pulling her down for a searing kiss.

She hummed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pushed herself closer to him. They were lost in the moment until she briefly opened her eyes, her peripheral view catching someone opening the back door to one of the stores. She ripped her mouth away from Dean’s, leaving him stunned in his seat as she climbed off his lap.

“Someone’s there,” she huffed, quickly fixing her clothes.

That launched him into action as well, making sure he was decent before starting the car, the engine roaring to life. He drove forward, looking through the rearview mirror and grinning as he saw the confused store owner watching them leave. As he pulled out onto the main road, they looked at each other, both of them erupting into laughter. He took her hand in his and brought to his lips, planting a soft kiss to her knuckles as they made their way back to the motel.

“What did you tell Sam?” she asked, breathlessly as his lips moved down her neck.

“Baby needed fuel,” he replied between kisses along her neck.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see a man walk past the alley, too distracted by his phone. Anyone walking past could easily look down the length of the lane and see them through the windshield.

“We should hurry,” she muttered, reaching for his belt.

Dean smirked as his palms slid up her thighs and over the curve of her ass, her black skirt bunched up around her waist, her own white shirt open down to her stomach with her white lace bra exposed to him, and hopefully only him. He pulled her panties aside just as she undid his pants, wrapping her hand around his incredible girth as she lifted herself up, slightly. There wasn’t any time to waste, so she didn’t, sinking down on him and letting out a rough gasp as his shaft stretched her walls, completely sheathed by them. He held onto her hips and helped her rock against him, her hands clenching his shirt tight as she threw her back, moaning loudly at the feel of his cock pumping in and out of her tight heat.

“Fuck, this is the best idea you’ve ever had, babe,” he groaned, his neck straining, veins pressed against his skin as he laid his head back against the top of the seat. “You look so fucking good like this, love it when my good girl gets so deseprate for me.”

She moaned wantonly as she continued to ride him, his hands pulling her hips down hard and fast, just the way she liked it. The head of his shaft was pressing against her g-spot with every thrust, her walls gripping him tight every time and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long. Which was probably a good thing because of where they were. Quickies in the Impala were few and far between considering they were always with Sam, so whenever they found some time alone, they had to take it.

“Oh fuck, oh god, Dean,” she whimpered, dropping her back down and staring deep into his green orbs. “Love the way you feel, love feeling your cock inside me…”

“Shit,” he hissed, his lips pulling into a grin as he watched her. “So perfect, look so good riding my cock, sweetheart. You close?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, taking his hand and bringing it between her legs.

Y/N bounced faster on Dean’s lap just as his fingers circled her swollen nub, sounds of pleasure leaving both of them as they chased that blissful release. Her head tipped back as her hand pressed into the top of the car for leverage, her moans growing louder as her hips faltered, and he knew how close she was. With one last moan from both of them, her core tightened, her walls clenching around his throbbing cock, wetness covered him just as spurts of his seed spilled inside her. They both tried catching their breath as they came down from the high, a soft giggle escaping her as her eyes met his.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” he smirked, pulling her down for a searing kiss.

She hummed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pushed herself closer to him. They were lost in the moment until she briefly opened her eyes, her peripheral view catching someone opening the back door to one of the stores. She ripped her mouth away from Dean’s, leaving him stunned in his seat as she climbed off his lap.

“Someone’s there,” she huffed, quickly fixing her clothes.

That launched him into action as well, making sure he was decent before starting the car, the engine roaring to life. He drove forward, looking through the rearview mirror and grinning as he saw the confused store owner watching them leave. As he pulled out onto the main road, they looked at each other, both of them erupting into laughter. He took her hand in his and brought to his lips, planting a soft kiss to her knuckles as they made their way back to the motel.

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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Radio Company blasts through your speakers as you get ready for work. You’ve been obsessed with them ever since you caught your brother listening to them several years ago. The lead singer, Jensen Ackles, has been at the forefront of your fantasies for years. He’s so good-looking, you can’t help but think of him whenever you’re alone. He’s one of the reasons why your ex broke up with you. He couldn’t handle his fragile ego and decided not to be with a woman who had a crush on someone in a band.

Radio Company is on tour right now, and your ex promised he’d take you to their concert when they hit your town, but it looks like that won’t be happening now. He is a piece of shit, so the concert wouldn’t have been enjoyable anyway.

The front door opens, and you know your best friend, Daphne, is back. You two decided to move in together right after high school graduation, and it’s been the best ten years of your life. You can’t imagine living with anyone else. She bounces upstairs and grins when she opens your bedroom door.

“Get ready to love me,” she sings.

“I already do.”

“Guess who is playing in town?” You don’t even have to guess to know who it is. “Radio Company! I got us tickets!”

“Are you serious? When are we supposed to leave?”

“Right now.”

“What? Daphne, I have a shift in an hour at the bar. I can’t blow it off. Jason already hates me. I don’t need to give him any more reason to want to fire me,” you sigh.

“Yeah, I kind of already called the bar and pretended to be you. I said you were sick.”

“Excuse me? Daphne, this is my job we’re talking about here. Plus, I never call in sick.”

“Well, tonight you do. Come on, you never take a day off. I did you a favor. We’re going to go tonight, have fun, hear pretty awesome music, and let loose. It’s gonna be fun. Change because we gotta hit the road now.”

You should be mad at Daphne, but she’s right. You never take days off. You love Radio Company, and you deserve a night out. You have enough money saved to be able to take tonight off, so you decide to let go of all your worries. One night. That’s it. What’s the worst that can happen?

The city is an hour away from you, so you play all of Radio Company’s music to pass the time. They just came out with a new song, and you already know all the words to it. That’s how dedicated you are to their music. Jensen’s voice sounds like honey dripping from the combs. It’s sultry and soothing. Listening to him makes everything better.

The line isn‘t that long when you get there, but it quickly becomes crowded the closer you get to opening. You and Daphne are at the front, so the second the doors open, you two rush in to get the barricade. People run in from all directions, but you and Daphne are quicker. The entire stadium fills quickly with eager fans. The place isn’t that big, but it’s enough for Radio Company to sell out. You and Daphne have the perfect view of the stage, so you’ll be able to have the perfect view of Jensen Ackles.

In just an hour, you’ll be feet away from Jensen Ackles. All your dreams can come true tonight. The opening act comes out and plays a few songs from their new album. You don’t know who they are, but their music is good enough. It’s more of a folksy country band, but it has a nice beat.

“So, you want to know what I’ve been thinking about the entire ride here?” Daphne asks above the music.

“Do I wanna know?”

“My friend, Betsy, was saying how her sister was at the barricade of another concert, and the lead singer couldn’t take his eyes off her. He got the security guard to take her backstage to meet the band. What if Jensen does that to you? Imagine that.”

“That will never happen.”

“Don’t be such a pessimist. He’s gonna take one look at you and fall in love,” she gushes.

She’s a hopeless romantic.

“Daph, he’s gonna take one look at me and realize I’m just another fan in a sea of fans.”

The opening act eventually ends, and the crowd goes wild for Radio Company. One by one, the bandmates come on stage, saving Jensen for last. The second he steps on stage, your mouth waters. How can he look so good? He gets better-looking every year. Jensen takes off his baseball cap and shakes his hair before putting the hat on backwards, and you are mesmerized. The swell of his muscles, the tattoos on his skin, the neatly trimmed beard on his face--everything that makes you unbashfully wet.

“How are ya’ll doing?” The crowd goes wild. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight. We have an exciting setlist for you. Sit back, enjoy the show, and let’s make some noise!”

Jensen’s eyes sweep the crowd. This is his favorite part of touring. He loves seeing the fans and interacting with them. He looks at the people at the barricade, and his eyes lock on yours for a few seconds before moving away. However, he does a double-take when his brain processes the beautiful woman in the middle of the barricade. Everyone around you disappears because all you can focus on is Jensen.

He tries to look away from you, but he always comes back to you. The exchange isn’t lost on Daphne. She is grinning big, her mind already going through every possibility of what this could mean.

“Holy shit, did you see that?” Daphne nudges you. You take your eyes off Jensen to address her, but when you look back, he’s already moved on. “Did you see the way he was looking at you?”

“Come on, he’s just looking at the crowd.”

“No, those eyes specifically said, ‘Fuck me’. He gave you ‘Fuck Me’ eyes.”

Heat creeps up your neck and to your cheeks. It’s a good thing it’s dark in here because then she’d see how flustered you are. People have their phones out to record every second of the concert, but you’re here just to be in the moment. Plus, you know Daphne will record for both of you. It’s hard to concentrate on anything but the way Jensen’s voice sounds. It’s clear he has a true passion for singing. He looks like he loves it.

Several songs later, Jensen pauses to take a quick water break. Damn, what you wouldn't give to be that bottle right now. He takes his hat off to shake his hair, which is no doubt covered with sweat. He places the hat on backward and walks to the microphone.

“Now, we’re going to sing our new song. I know it just came out yesterday, but if you know the words, please sing at the top of your lungs!”

The band starts to play their new song, the same song you were belting in the car over here. You jump up and down and sing along to the song, making sure to let everyone know that you know this song. Jensen’s eyes look to you again, and he can’t help but smile at how you’re singing along to every word. He normally doesn’t do this, but then again, he’s never seen anyone like you at his concerts before.

He walks to the side of the stage and walks down the stairs without missing a beat. The crowd goes wild at the thought of touching his hand, but he bypasses all of them until he gets to you. He smirks and points the microphone at you since you clearly know this song. You can’t believe this is happening. Daphne is making sure to get this on camera because you’ll need proof later that this actually happened.

Being courageous, you start to sing into the microphone, not missing a single word, all while holding eye contact with him. Jensen pulls the microphone back to sing into it, sharing the mic with you. You can feel people pushing against you to get a feel of him, but you don’t pay attention to them. All that matters is you and Jensen sharing this moment together.

It’s no secret that Jensen has green eyes, but they seem so bright now. You can’t really explain it. It’s like you two have this connection. The song eventually lands, and Jensen steps back reluctantly. He doesn’t want to let you go, but he has a concert to finish. He winks at you before heading back on stage, making sure to slap the hands of almost every fan he passes by.

No fucking way. That just didn’t happen.

“What the fuck was that?” Daphne gasps. “What just happened?”

“I don’t know,” you blush. “It was nothing.”

“That was not nothing! He so totally wants to fuck you!”

“Daphne, stop.”

“Did you not see the way he was looking at you? He wants to fuck you!”

“Stop it, Daph,” you hiss.

All the other fans move on from that moment, but you can’t get the look of Jensen’s eyes out of your head. You two shared a moment, and if that’s all you have together, then you’re not going to complain. You know the set is wrapping up when Jensen sings one of his favorite songs. He likes to save the best for last. You’re ready to go home and watch the video Daphne took over and over again. One of the guards starts walking toward you, and Daphne slaps your arm excitedly.

“What are you doing? Stop.”

“Look! A guard is coming over here. Jensen wants you to go backstage with him. I just know it.”

“Well, even if he does, I’m not doing that. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Yes, you are. Don’t make me grab your ear and drag you there.”

You have to admire her boldness. She’s always been that way. You’re envious of her. It’s why you two are the best of friends. You calm her craziness, and she gets you to open up. Right before the guard can reach you, he looks at Jensen. Your smile slips when Jensen shakes his head. The guard nods and backs off, and you look at Daphne with a rueful smile.

“See? He doesn’t want me to go backstage with him. Not everything is a romantic gesture, Daph.”

The concert ends, and you can’t wait to get the hell out of here. Yes, you’re embarrassed that you thought Jensen liked you enough to want to invite you backstage. It takes a while for you two to get through the crowd, but you walk outside in the fresh air.

“Will you slow down? These shoes aren’t meant for running.”

“I just want to go home, Daph.”

“I know. Slow down.”

“Sweetheart!”

Suddenly, you hear cheers come from behind you. You turn and freeze when you see Jensen running after you. He has two security guards behind him to keep the girls from pouncing on him.

“Yeah, he wants to fuck you,” Daphne smirks.

“Shush,” you hiss at her.

Everyone has their phones out to record what is happening. Wait, what is happening? Why is he here?

“You were just gonna leave?” he asks when he reaches you.

“Are you talking to me?” you squeak.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “What, you didn’t want to stay after and say goodbye?”

You’re literally speechless. You don’t know what to say. Your brain is a scrambled mess. Still, you push through the fogginess to get words out.

“I just… Um… I saw you shake your head at the security guard, so I thought you didn’t want me to come backstage. If that’s what you were going to do. I don’t know. I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“You’re cute,” Jensen laughs. “Look, the reason I said no because I didn’t want you to think I was inviting you backstage for the wrong reasons. I’m not that kind of man.”

You smile shyly at him. He’s very intimidating but in a good way. “So, what were the right reasons?”

Jensen smiles a thousand-watt smile before taking out a small business card from his pocket. “My next stop isn’t for a couple of days. I’d really like to take you out if you’ll let me.”

“Um…” Daphne coughs behind you, and you snap out of your trance. “Yes. I’d like that.”

“Good. Text me what you like to do.”

“Okay.”

You grab the card from him, and he walks away from you. He takes pictures with some fans and signs some things before disappearing back inside. People chatter around you about what just happened, but you can’t move a muscle. Did that really just happen? Daphne squeals and pulls you along with her back to the car. He’s all you two talk about on the way home.

“Okay, we’re home now. Text him!”

“What should I say?”

“He said to text him what you like to do.”

You take out your phone and draft a new message to Jensen Ackles. You can’t believe that you have his number. This still feels like a dream. You’re scared of going to sleep and waking up to none of this being real.

“Okay, check it. Is this fine?”

You hand your phone to Daphne for approval. Hey, it’s Y/N from the concert. If you’re still interested, I like coffee and beach walks. Maybe we can get some brunch afterwards? Let me know.

“Short and sweet. I like it. Send it.”

Anxiety spikes the second you send it. What if he doesn’t like it? What if he wants to do something else? What if he changed his mind and doesn’t want to see you anymore? How long are you going to wait for him to text you back? You’re not sure if you can fall asleep while waiting, but the universe is on your side. Jensen texts back minutes later.

Sounds like a date to me. How is 9? Do you want me to pick you up, or do you feel more comfortable meeting me?

“Oh, my God. How sweet of him to ask that. What are you going to say?”

You don’t respond to her as you type back a response. You can pick me up. 9 sounds great. See you then! You add your address in as well, and you look at Daphne with wide eyes.

“Did that just really happen?”

“Yes, it did. Okay, shower first. Sleep next. You have an important date tomorrow that you can’t miss.”

Shower comes easily enough, but sleep doesn’t. All you think about is Jensen and the date he’s taking you on. You wake up right before your alarm, and you rush to get ready. Daphne is already up and in the kitchen, drinking coffee.

“Have fun!” she calls out when she sees you. “Don’t get pregnant.”

“Shut up,” you laugh. “It’s not that kind of date.”

According to your Ring doorbell, Jensen shows up right at nine. You’d invite him inside and chat for a bit, but you’re scared of what Daphne will say to him.

“You look nice,” Jensen compliments.

“Thank you. You do, too.”

The first place he stops at is Starbucks to get some coffee, and then he heads to the beach. It’s crowded but only in one section. Everyone wants to stay near the pier where the shops are, so you and Jensen walk further away to get some privacy. He’s wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses to hide his identity, and it’s working so far.

“So, how is life on the road?”

“Oh, you know. Four guys inside a small tour bus. It’s not as glamorous as you might think.”

“Still. It must be pretty exciting to go to different cities. See all your fans. Experience different cultures.”

“Yeah, it can be… when there is someone to share it with.”

A blush fights its way to your cheeks, and you look away before he notices. The walk on the beach takes over an hour because you two take your time, and then he takes you to brunch at one of the restaurants on the pier. You’re lucky that no one has recognized him because you want this date to be for you two.

It doesn’t seem to matter how famous he gets. He sticks to his roots. He knows he’s nothing without his fans. He wouldn’t be where he is without them.

The date has to end sometime, even though neither of you wants it to. Jensen even takes the long way home just so he can continue talking to you. It’s nearly noon when he drives up to your house.

“I wish we could hang out longer, but I have to meet my manager.”

“I get it. I had a lot of fun.”

Jensen reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Me too.”

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

“Unfortunately, I’ll be in Texas for my next show.”

“Oh, okay. I get it,” you nod.

“Listen, I only have ten more shows until the tour is done. The second I’m done touring, I’m gonna come find you.”

A wide grin takes over your face. “Do you promise?”

Jensen glances down at your lips. He takes the leap and presses his lips against yours. Softly, at first. Then, the kiss becomes heavier. It feels really good to kiss him.

“Even if I have to walk to you, I’ll find you,” he whispers against your lips.

“You better. Okay, thank you for the meal and coffee. I’ll see you later, then.”

Jensen kisses you once more before allowing you to get out of the car. He waits until you’re inside your house before he drives away, and you bite back a smile.

x

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Year One

You’ve never done this before, but you’re excited to get out of your parents’ house for the entire summer. Being a summer camp counselor isn’t something you saw yourself doing, but you welcome the new adventure. Eight weeks out in nature without your parents always crowding around you. You can be free, at least for a little bit.

This is your first time being a camp counselor, so you got here a day early so you can help set up. The counselors will have a night to get to know each other and prepare for the kids the next morning. The owners have a huge clearing where campfires will take place, so that’s where all the counselors are at night. One night to be alone before the place is bustling with children of all ages.

You’re not one to go up to someone and start a conversation. It’s hard enough to make friends, so you’re content with being around everyone and enjoying their company. Everyone has already broke off into groups, mostly people who have known each other for ages. There are some new faces who are eager to make friends, but you’re okay with sitting by yourself.

“Hey, can I sit next to you?”

You look up and see the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on. Tall, handsome, and muscular.

“Sure,” you nod. “I’m Y/N.”

“Sam Winchester. So, have you ever done something like this before?”

“It’s my first year. I needed to get out of my parents’ house for the summer. They’re a bit overbearing and controlling. They certainly didn’t seem to mind kicking me out.”

“Yeah, I hear ya.”

“What about you? First time here?”

“Yeah. It’s just me and my brother right now. He’s working for our dad who is out hunting at the moment. I wanted to do something before I return to Stanford in the fall.”

“Stanford, huh? That’s impressive. I’ve been hunting before, but I’ve only ever killed one deer. That was it for me.”

Sam chuckles. “Yeah, it’s not for everyone.”

The night drags on until it gets too late to stay up any longer. Kids will be here early in the morning. There are several cabins that the counselors will have to share, about four to a cabin. You’re paired with three nice ladies you met during the night, so you have high hopes that you’re going to have fun here. The cabin Sam is staying in is right next to yours, and the thought of being so close to him gives you butterflies. You’re not sure why.

“I kind of don’t want to go to bed,” you say.

“We gotta be up early. Kids come tomorrow. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah. Goodnight, Sam.”

“Night, Y/N.”

One of the activities for the kids is a talent show that will be showcased at the very end of camp, but kids have seven weeks to perfect their talent and practice. Some kids come with instruments and other activities. Other kids come with the knowledge that they will be learning something new this summer.

You and Sam have been hanging out as much as you can this past week, with some of your activities overlapping with each other. Right now, you and Sam are in charge of overseeing the talent show auditions, and there are a lot of kids who want to audition. It’s silly to call them auditions since every kid will get to be in it, but it gives them a chance to show off what they can do.

“These kids are terrible,” Sam whispers to you.

You giggle and push his shoulder playfully, trying not to laugh at them. Kids are sensitive beings, so you’re doing your best to make them all feel like they’re doing a good job. The kid on stage finishes singing her song, and you give her two thumbs up.

“You did such a good job, sweetie!”

She walks off stage, and the next kid walks on with a skateboard in hand. Oh, this should be good.

“You know, the talent show in my grade school was just as bad as this one,” you say.

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. I sang and danced. I was horrible,” you laugh.

“I would have loved to see that.”

“Oh, you can. My mother taped the whole thing.”

Sam is so easy to talk to and be around. If you’re not careful, you’re going to fall for him, and you don’t know if your heart will be able to come back from that.

Year Two

After checking in with the owner, you search around the camp for Sam. He said he was coming back this year, but a lot can change in a year. He’s back at Stanford now. What if he wanted to hang out with his college friends and party instead of hanging around kids all summer? Most of the counselors are familiar faces since they were here last year, but there are a few fresh faces.

You greet those you made friends with as you look for the one person you’re most excited to see. He’s not that hard to spot since he’s so tall, and a grin breaks out on your face. You drop your things and run over to Sam who is talking to another counselor. You jump onto his back, and he quickly steadies himself so he doesn’t fall over.

“Sneak attack!” you laugh.

Sam spins you around before you slide off his back, and he turns around to face you. “I was wondering if you were going to be here this year.”

“You said you’d sign up, so here I am. I’m excited to spend the next eight weeks with you.”

“I feel the same,” he grins.

Most, if not all, of the kids are returning for their second year, so the activities are smooth going. You’re in charge of a group of older kids, and you’re teaching them how to paddleboard on the lake. Sam got stuck with the younger ones, and you’re not envious of them. At least the older ones are easier to work with. Sam organized a painting class for the younger kids, opting to have washable paint instead of acrylic so that they don’t ruin their clothes.

His session is located to the right of the lake, and he has a perfect view of you teaching the older kids. You’re not the best at paddleboarding, but it’s a fun way to cool down from the hot summer sun. You stand on the paddleboard and try to demonstrate how to use it, but you end up falling backward into the water. Sam can’t help but chuckle in amusement.

“Is that your girlfriend?”

Sam looks down at one of the little girls who has washable paint all over her hands.

“No.”

“She should be. She’s pretty.”

Sam looks at you again who is now back on the paddleboard. “Yeah, she is, but don’t tell her I said so.”

The little girl giggles. “Your secret is safe with me.”

It’s shameful how much Sam has thought about you over the course of a year. He does his best in school, and he has a handful of friends, but his mind always goes back to you. How are your parents treating you? Have you moved out yet? Are you still going to school? Do you think about him? Does he wish you were his girlfriend? Yes. Tenfold.

However, Dean found him, and he can’t ignore the family business anymore. This is his last summer here. He has to see you once more before he disappears from your life forever.

That night, you tiptoe through the small cabin so as not to disturb the other women sleeping. You slip out into the night and walk into the small clearing between your cabin and Sam’s. Last year, you two snuck out almost every night to hang out alone, and this year isn’t going to be any different.

Sam takes you to a small hill near the cabins that overlooks the lake, and you two sit on the dewy grass. There is no light pollution here, so the stars shine brightly in the sky. You’ve never seen stars like this before coming here.

“You’re coming back next year, right?” you ask. Sam is silent. Too silent. “Right?”

Sam nods and looks into your eyes. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You scoot closer to Sam and lean in so your shoulder brushes his. “You’re my best friend, you know that? I can’t be here without you.”

Sam glances down at your lips before looking into your eyes. “I’m right here.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and continue to admire the stars. Guilt creeps up his chest because he lied. He’s not coming back.

Year Three

You look over the check-in sheet for the counselors, your eyes immediately going to Sam’s. He signed up, but he hasn’t checked in. People have already formed their groups, chatting about what they did over the year. You have made more friends through this camp than you ever did in college or your hometown, but the one person who makes this ten times more fun isn’t here.

By the time the usual campfire sets up, Sam still hasn’t shown. He said he was going to be here. Your friends chat about what they’ve been up to, but you’re silent. He said he’d be here.

“Y/N, you okay?” Marcy, your friend, asks.

“Sam isn’t here.”

“His name is on the list. Maybe he put it down last year but something came up. Maybe he can’t make it this year.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you whisper.

You decide to retire early to bed. Suddenly, you’re not feeling the festivities. Tossing and turning all night doesn’t help the fact that you have to be up early tomorrow morning, but you can’t sleep. Sam isn’t here. He said he would be. You get out of bed and slip on your shoes before grabbing your flashlight. The cabins don’t have restrooms, so you have to use the restrooms in the main cabin. Luckily, it’s only a short walk.

On your way back, you look around the dark and quiet place. Everyone is in bed sleeping, and the moon shines brightly in the sky. A chill runs down your spine despite it being 80 degrees out. You look around the place, but no one is there. You feel eyes on you, and you’re not sure if you should be scared or just cautious.

You walk past Sam’s old cabin to get to yours, and that’s when someone steps out of the shadows. Before you can scream, a hand wraps around your mouth, and someone pulls you into their body.

“Shh, it’s me. It’s Sam.”

Your eyes widen and you turn in his arms to face him, his hand falling from your mouth.

“Sam!” You jump into his amrs and hug him tightly. You pull away from him and almost gasp at how different he looks. His hair is longer. His eyes are more tired. He’s aged. Shit must have happened to him this past year for him to look so different. “What happened? Where were you? I thought you weren't going to show.”

“I’m sorry. Late check in. I’m good now. Better now that I’m here with you.”

You reach up and ghost your fingers over a scar on his face. A small but jagged scar near his eyebrow. “This wasn’t here before.”

“Yeah. Dog attack.”

“I’m glad you’re here.” You pull him in for another hug, and he inhales deeply with his nose in your hair.. “I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, I’ve missed you, too.”

You pull away from him and realize just how close you two are. You glance down at his lips, and he licks his lower lip.

“So, you’re staying here the whole summer?” He nods. “Good.”

What would it feel like to kiss him? You know it’d feel like Heaven. He seems to have the same thought because he slowly leans in. Your lips is an inch away from his when you hear someone speak.

“Sam? Is that you?” Just as the flashlight shines on you, you jump away from Sam with a blush. “Hey, man! You missed check in.”

“Yeah, late start. I’m here now.”

“What are you guys doing?”

“Nothing,” you answer.

“Well, kids come early tomorrow. You should get some sleep.”

“Yeah, we’re coming.” You look at Sam and smile. “Goodnight, Sam.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

This time, you’re with the smaller kids while Sam works with the oldest ones. They are playing a game of flag football, and all the boys are totally into it. You’re doing water balloon toss with the younger kids because it’s a safer way to stay cool than being in the lake. You’re tossing a balloon with one of the kids when you look up at Sam for the tenth time. Some of the kids are just as tall as Sam, so he’s having fun trying to win the game for his team.

One of the team tackles Sam to the ground, and he laughs even with mud all over him. His shirt is covered with mud, so he takes off his shirt, and that’s when saliva pools in your mouth. Holy hell, he is so handsome. Well defined muscles and a clear indention of his abs. You’re so distracted that you don’t see the water balloon before it’s too late. You gasp when it explodes on your chest, and the small child who threw it starts giggling.

“Is that your boyfriend?” the little boy asks.

“No.”

“You look at hi like my mom looks at my daddy.”

“How does she look at him?”

“With love.”

You partner the little boy with someone else so he can continue playing. You and Sam only interact at camp, never anywhere else. That’s not good enough for a relationship, but you can’t help but see yourself in one with him. Maybe next year will be different.

Year Four

The second you put the pen down after signing in, arms snake around your waist. You know exactly who it is without having seen him. His scent has ingrained itself into your brain. You turn in his arms and pull Sam down for a hug.

“You made it this year,” you grin.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

You and Sam are hand-in-hand as you walk to he board where all the activities are posted. The owners allow the counselors pick and choose which activities they want to host and divide the ones that no one signs up for.

“Listen. Tonight, I want to show you something. You know, before the kids show up.”

“Okay,” you grin.

That night, you wait for the other counselors to go to sleep before you sneak out of your cabin. Sam is waiting for you between your cabin and his, and he takes your hand. He starts walking toward the dense woods behind the cabins, and you giggle quietly.

“Where are we going?”

“Shh or you’ll scare them.”

The camp is surrounded by a huge lake, so it’s very warm and tropical most nights. Sam stops right before a clearing where the field is covered with tall grass. You two wait in silence for five minutes before the most unbelievable thing happens. One by one, fireflies pop up from the grass and light their ends, giving the entire place a romantic glow.

“Stop,” you gasp.

You walk slowly into the grassy field because you don’t want to scare the insects away.

“I wanted to show you this last year, but I never got a chance.”

You grin at Sam. “It’s magical. I love it.”

Sam steps closer to you, and you crane your head to look up at him. Regardless of how tall you are, he still towers over you like a protector. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leans in closer. Maybe this time, you’ll kiss him. You close your eyes in anticipation, but the kiss never comes. You open your eyes to see Sam looking behind you, and you turn to see a flashlight roaming back and forth.

Ah, they’ve noticed you’re gone.

“Sam? Y/N? You here?”

“They must have found we were gone,” you whisper.

“Yeah.”

“How about we make this our nightly spot when we can.”

“Deal,” he smiles.

It takes everything in him to let you go, and you lead him back to the cabins. A busy week goes by utility ou find the one night you and Sam don’t have anything planned. The next morning, you’re able to sleep in a few hours later than normal, so you don’t have to go to bed early tonight. You walk through the dense forest over to your spot with a grin on your face because tonight is the night when you’ll kiss Sam. You’ve already decided it. Sam isn’t here, but you don’t mind waiting for him. It’s a warm night, and there is a soft breeze blowing.

Then suddenly, everything changes. The forest goes quiet. Not a cricket in sight. It seems like every single prey knows there is a predator around. The air thickens with tension, and you feel monstrous eyes on you. You turn around, but nothing is there. You walk further into the clearing and see the ground disturbed as if something large has trudged through it.

Something isn’t right.

Low growling sounds come from in front of you, but nothing is there. It’s like the growling is coming from something invisible. Yeah, you should leave. You don’t have time to run away because whatever was growling pounces on you. You fall to the ground by an invisible force, and you scream in terror. You can’t see it, but you can feel its breath and hear it snap its teeth. Slobber drips from its mouth onto your skin, and claws embed themselves onto the ground next to your face.

You’ve never felt terror like this, never thought your life was in danger. Sam breaks through the treeline and tackles whatever the hell is on top of you. You gasp and scramble away the second you get free.

“What is going on, Sam?”

“Stay behind me.”

That’s when you notice the machete in his hand. He can’t see the hellhound, but he knows exactly where it is based on the pawprints in the tall grass. The hellhound jumps at Sam, but he is prepared for such an attack. He swipes the machete through the air, catching the hellhound on the face. The dog yelps and backs away, but it isn’t done fighting. Sam runs at the dog and continues slicing through the air, hoping to kill it.

Sam hits the hard body of the hellhound and yanks the machete down, slicing right through its body. Black blood splatters Sam over his clothes and neck, and he pants hard. You can’t move from your spot. You’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Sam fought something invisible and made it bleed. Sam stands and wipes the machete on his jeans.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You look down to see red blood dripping from your hand. You must have injured yourself from the fall, or maybe the creature nicked you. “You’re bleeding. Let me help you.”

“What the hell just happened? What was that thing?”

“I will explain everything. Just let me fix you.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

Even through the shock, you still trust Sam. The infirmary is located next to the owner's cabin, and thankfully, the door is unlocked. Sam locks it behind you two so that no one interrupts. You sit on top of the used doctor’s bed that one might have at an urgent care. The paper crinkles under your weight, and Sam gets to work cleaning your arm and patching your wound.

He’s done this before. There’s so much about him that you don’t know.

“What was that, Sam?”

This is where he explains who he is and what he and his brother do. Monsters, demons, and angels, they’re all real. He hunts them all. He travels across the country and helps those who need it. You should be terrified, but you fall for him a bit more knowing what good he’s doing.

“That was a hellhound. They’re invisible unless you wear special glasses. I don’t know what one was doing out here. They’re usually kept on a tight leash.”

“Are there more coming?”

“No.”

You reach up and touch the scar on his eyebrow. “Is that how you got this?”

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“So, you do this when you’re not here?”

“Look, that second year was supposed to be my last. I wasn’t supposed to come back.”

“Why did you come back?”

He looks into your eyes as he bandages your wound. “You know why?”

“Say it. I need you to say it.”

He tucks your hair behind your ear. He keeps his voice a whisper. “I came back for you.” Before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean up and kiss Sam. He slides his hands into your hair and keeps your head steady as he kisses you back. “Look, this is my last year. It has to be. My brother and I have too much to deal with now.”

“What if this is my last year, too?”

“I can’t bring you along, Y/N. My life is not a good one.”

“You make me feel like no one has ever made me feel. You make me feel safe and heard and dare I say loved. I love you, Sam. I think I fell for you that first year, but I never wanted to admit that to myself.”

Sam kisses you again, this time for a bit longer. “I love you, too.”

“Then take me with you when camp is over. Please.”

He pulls completely away from you. “We’ll see.”

“If you don’t, I’ll just follow you.”

Sam laughs. “Well, the motel rooms my brother and I jump from do get pretty lonely.”

“The more the merrier, right?”

“There’s a lot to learn about my world.”

You grab Sam’s collar and pull him closer to you. “It’s a good thing I have you to teach me.”

x

Dean had woken you up that morning in an incredibly pleasant manner and as you laid there panting, he asked you if you wanted today to be the day where you switched roles in the office. 

A few days before, after a handcuffing incident went a little wrong for you, Dean had decided it made sense for him to understand what it was like to be in the sub position, and asked if you wanted to try being the dominant. 

Reveling in your post orgasm bliss earlier, you’d agreed to try it out today, thinking only about riding Dean hard and fast at his desk.

But as the morning wore on, you realized you actually had no idea what to do, and you felt very self-conscious about trying it. But you so appreciated Dean wanting to make sure he understood your position, so that he could better keep you safe and pleasured when you played.

You knew he still felt terrible that the handcuffs he’d used on you had made you panic so much that you'd needed to use your safe word. But it wasn’t his fault, neither of you could have guessed at your reaction.

So, you didn’t want to disappoint him, or rob him of the experience he was trying to have for your sake. But everything you thought of doing as a dominant felt so foreign to you. Nevertheless, you’d try.

Five o’clock came and the office slowly emptied out. You’d asked Dean to wait until everyone was gone, since the last thing you needed was the added pressure of someone overhearing you. He was perfectly okay with that, and by five-thirty there was no one left around. You knew from previous play sessions that the cleaners wouldn’t show up until about eight o’clock.

So you had almost three hours to keep Dean at your mercy. 

You entered his office and locked the door. Mr. Smith (the role Dean assumed during office playtime) sat behind his desk, the corner of his mouth hitched up as he watched you. 

“Good evening Ms. Y/L/N.” He said softly. “I’m here at my desk as you requested. What do you need from me?” 

His whole demeanor had changed. Where normally, Mr. Smith was demanding and brusque, his jaw set and his eyes scorching, now his voice was silky and his eyes were soft. He made no move, simply waiting for your instructions. 

You’d agreed ahead of time that handcuffs were just fine for Dean, they didn’t bother him, so you walked forward, trying to appear intimidating, and tossed a pair of silver handcuffs on the desk.

“Put those on, so you’re handcuffed to the chair.” You commanded.

He picked them up and clicked one end around his wrist. “Only one hand?” He asked cuffing the other link onto the arm of his chair. 

You nodded. “Yes. I want your other hand free for…other things.” 

Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow. “Of course, ma’am.” He said obediently, but you crinkled your nose. 

“I don’t think I like ‘ma’am’. Is it okay, if we just stick with Ms. Y/L/N?”

Dean nodded. “Whatever you want, Ms. Y/L/N, of course.”

So now that he was cuffed, you stripped off your blouse and A-line skirt, revealing your lacy undergarments, white bra, panties, garters and stockings. You kept your heels on as you approached his desk. 

You could see Mr. Smith’s eyes blazing as he stared at all your gifts on display. Tentatively you put a hand on your hip and tried for a tough voice. 

“Well, Mr. Smith, do you like what you see?”

He nodded. “Fuck yeah.” He said in a ragged voice.

“Watch your language!” You snapped, trying to get into character. 

Dean swallowed. “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m sorry.”

You pointed at him. “Take out your cock and stroke it.”

He fumbled a bit trying to unbutton his pants and unzip his fly with one hand, but he eventually managed it, pulling out his half hard cock and beginning to pump it slowly. After a minute he spit twice into his palm and used it to ease the friction as he continued to jerk off while he stared at you. 

Deciding you couldn’t just watch him, you approached him and smacked his hand away from himself. Then you ripped open his shirt so you could dip your head and run your tongue over his collarbone and down his smooth chest. You bit into his nipples gently, making him suck in a breath.

“You like that? Well, that’s what happens to boys who’ve been bad.” You said, shrinking inside a little. The words didn’t sound dominant, or like a reprimand. When Mr. Smith said things like that to you, it never failed to soak your panties through. But you just felt silly, like you were playing a part that definitely didn’t fit. 

So, you stepped back again, taking a moment to just appreciate Dean in his slightly disheveled state, trying to enjoy the view while you thought about what to do next. 

Dean cocked his head to the side a little. “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t really enjoying this.”

You shook your head. “No, no! Trust me, I really enjoy,” you moved your hand up and down to indicate his position and semi-nude state, “this!”

Dean smiled. “But you’re not enjoying being in charge are you?”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. I don't mind it, I mean, if you're...are you enjoying…not being in charge?”

Dean’s smile turned wicked. “Not nearly as much as I’d enjoy turning you over my knee and spanking that juicy ass till it's red.”

Your panties were instantly flooded and you laughed. “I think it’s official - we're definitely not playing the roles we were meant to play.” 

Dean nodded, his smile dissolving into the stern and serious expression of Mr. Smith. “Then get these fucking things off of me.” He said, rattling the handcuffs.

You fished the key out of your skirt pocket and hurried over to him. 

Within seconds of having his wrist free, Mr. Smith yanked you across his lap, pressing down on the middle of your back with one big hand and beginning to rain down endless, stinging blows with the other. You could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against your stomach as he mercilessly reddened your ass. 

The panties you wore were essentially a thong, so every heavy blow landed on bare flesh, and he had no trouble making your flesh jiggle with every smack. Your ass was on fire and tears had begun to leak out of the corners of your eyes before he finally delivered the final blow. 

For the moment. 

He rubbed his calloused palm over your abused behind, providing both a bit more pain but also comfort. After a few minutes of soothing your stinging skin, he grabbed the crotch of your panties and pulled it up, forcing the material to slip between your fleshy lips, and rub against your clit.

The lacy material was too abrasive for your tender skin when it was pulled tight like that, causing a bit of a burn. But it also felt like heaven, rubbing against your throbbing bundle of nerves. 

“This little cunt has been waiting for my strong hand, hasn’t it?” Mr. Smith asked as he pulled your panties tighter and made you whimper. “You need to know your place, Ms. Y/L/N? Hmm? Need me to make sure you’re minding your superiors, don’t you?”

You nodded fiercely. This was exactly what you needed.

“Get up.” He commanded suddenly, and you struggled to stand, your muscles sore, and your legs weak, but you did it. 

Mr. Smith stood briefly and shed the rest of his clothes, ordering you to do the same. When you were both naked, he sat back down on the chair.

He beckoned you forward. “Bend over me, the way you were earlier.”

You followed his request and leaned on the arms of the chair, bending your torso so that your tits dangled over his lap. He pushed them together, to surround his throbbing cock. 

“Fuck!” He groaned loudly as he pushed in and out of the cleavage he made. “All I could imagine earlier, when you were bent over me, was fucking these goddamn perfect tits.”

He grabbed your hands and planted them on the sides of your tits. “Hold them tight together.” He ordered.

As he continued to fuck up into your tits, he slipped his fingers through the slick between your legs and then shoved them deep inside you. You cried out at the intensely pleasurable invasion. But it made you stand up straight, clenching tight around his fingers, and letting his dick escape the channel of your cleavage. 

He growled at your disobedience, and pulled his fingers free. He stood up quickly and turned you around, pushing you down over the desk.

He grabbed a thick, but flexible wooden ruler that sat on the side of the desk and raised it high in the air before cracking it down across your already sore, red ass. The new, burning sting surged over your skin and made you cry out again. Before you could take another breath though, the next strike landed, raising a purple welt. 

Three more blows landed in quick succession across the incredibly tender sit spots of your ass, ensuring that you wouldn’t sit comfortably for a week. 

Mr. Smith tossed the ruler aside and pulled you to standing. He wiped away the tears that had spilled down your cheeks. His voice was gentle, but firm, and it caused your stomach to flutter wildly.

“You know better than this, Ms. Y/L/N. Did getting a taste of control make you forget your place? Did it make you think I would forgive such insubordination?”

You shook your head. “No sir, I promise. Your fingers just feel so fucking good when they’re so deep inside me.”

Mr. Smith quirked an eyebrow and a calculating, slightly teasing look came into his eye. “Watch your language!” He said, repeating your command from earlier. “Let’s see if we can’t put that mouth to better use.”

He pushed on your shoulder gently, but you didn’t need any direction. You dropped to your knees immediately and stuck out your tongue. He chuckled.

“So fucking eager, aren’t you baby. Just need this cock, don’t you?” You nodded and he lifted his fat, swollen cock onto your tongue. 

He began slowly, slipping down your throat an inch at a time, giving you time to adjust. But before long, his pace increased, and soon he was fucking your face with abandon, snapping his hips forward and making you gag and choke. 

At last he pulled out and fisted his cock. He pumped it hard. “This is what you wanted before, isn’t it Ms. Y/L/N? You didn’t want me just jerking off while you watched, you wanted to be on your knees covered in my cum. Didn’t you?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, Mr. Smith. It’s what I always want.” You licked your lips and swallowed as you watched his purple cock slip in and out of his fist. “I always want you to use me, to take what you want from me, to punish me hard, and fuck me harder.”

Your words seemed to send him over the edge. With an explosive roar, he came all over his hand and across your face. You lapped up everything your tongue could reach.

Eventually, he crashed down onto one of the leather chairs on the other side of his desk. You stood up and went to the cupboard with the towels. You cleaned him off first, wiping off his fingers and running the soft cotton up and down his cock. After that you wiped off your face, and the bit that had dripped down to your tits. 

When you were both all clean, you crawled into his lap, hissing at the pain of sitting. Dean pushed your hair back and kissed your forehead.

“Aw, my poor baby. I really went hard on that ass tonight, didn’t I?”

You chuckled and tucked your head under his chin. “Yeah, you did. But I definitely have ways you can make it up to me at home.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean said with a grin. “Gonna try out your dominant side again?”

You shook your head vehemently and laughed. “Hell no, that’s all you, but…” You reached your mouth up to his and licked it open, kissing him deeply, before pulling back, breathless. 

“But, I do know how to ask really nicely.”

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Last night had been the first night you’d ever stayed over at Dean’s; until now you’d shared your time at work and had a dozen or so evenings of dirty fun on his couch or yours. 

But last night you’d actually gone to bed with Dean (Mr. Smith being left at the office). The night had consisted of hot, steamy sex followed by cuddles and sleep, and you woke up to Dean’s mouth on your neck. As soon as he knew you were awake, he’d skimmed his way down your body and took up residence between your thighs.

He’d been there for the better part of an hour, bringing on countless orgasms, but refusing to let you touch him. It was his way of holding on to a bit of the dominance of Mr. Smith and you absolutely loved it.

But his smooth, taut, tanned skin kept calling to you, and the intoxicating roll of his muscles as he moved over top of you simply begged to be touched. 

What choice did you have?

So, as he once again enticed a screaming climax from you, you once again, buried your hands in his short hair, pulling a grunt of pain out of him before he disentangled your fingers and then threw your hands away as he stood up.

“That’s it.” He said in rough tones. A thrill raced through your body. All your fooling around and sex at home had been fairly vanilla, but since Dean was the hottest man in the world, and used his mouth and hands like lethal weapons, you certainly had no complaints. 

You’d agreed early on to keep Mr. Smith and Ms. Y/L/N as kinky work personas, so on your down time, sex had been kink free. But now…

Dean pulled a pair of silver cuffs out of the top drawer of his bedside table and you tried to turn your grin into a pout. He yanked you into position so that he could pull your hands together over your head. 

He clicked one cuff into place and lifted your chin so you were looking directly at him. “I warned you, sweetheart. Can’t keep your hands to yourself? Then this is what you get.”

You nodded contritely even as your body flushed with excitement over what kind of pleasurable punishment he was planning on doling out. 

After clicking the second cuff in place, Dean crawled back into bed beside you and began slowly running his hands across your skin. The pads of his fingers were slightly rough and created the most incredible friction as he applied perfect pressure in all the right places. 

His lips followed, satiny as they skimmed over your skin. His teeth were nipping and his tongue was flicking, setting your body aflame. Everything was progressing perfectly until you instinctively went to put your hands on him, and met the resistance of the cuffs.

Something about the unyielding metal and the way it bit slightly into your skin, immediately made a thick kind of panic sit low in your stomach, but you ignored it, trying to focus again on Dean’s extraordinary skills. 

But you couldn't help straining against the cuffs, and the way your muscles fought to be free of the bondage without any success, the way you couldn’t feel any give in the restraints, increased the panic and began to make you hyperventilate. 

A panicked gasp left your lips, but Dean must have heard it as pleasure because he just chuckled and kept going. Your mind began screaming, but all you could squeak out through your tightened throat was one word. Your safe word.

“Mississippi.” 

Dean froze and his head whipped up from where he was teasing your belly button. When he saw the look of frozen fear on your face, he jumped up.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

All you could do was yank at the handcuffs as tears began to fall. 

“Oh, fuck.” Dean said quickly, scrabbling for the key in his drawer. He got the cuffs off as fast as possible, but it was enough time for you to lose your composure completely so that by the time you were free, the dissipating fear had you burying your head in Dean’s shoulder and shaking. 

Dean tossed the cuffs aside and pulled you close. You felt ridiculous and embarrassed, but he just shushed you when you tried to apologize. 

“Hey, no, Y/N. You don’t apologize, understand? That’s why you have a safe word, and you used it exactly as you should.”

He let you calm down a bit more before he pulled away slightly and brushed the hair back from your face. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I had no idea cuffing you would cause that kind of reaction.”

You shook your head. “No, me neither.”

A puzzled frown was etched into Dean’s forehead. “I’m a little confused though, I’ve held you down before, held your hands behind your back, pinned your wrists. Did that bother you?”

He seemed worried by the possibility that he’d done something to hurt or upset you previously, so you shook your head vehemently. 

“I know, and I’ve loved it. Trust me, it’s never bothered me before. I don’t know why the cuffs brought this on, but it just felt different than when you’re holding me. Maybe it’s just that I like the feel of your hands on me so much, I never noticed. Or maybe…” You blushed slightly. “Maybe no matter how tight your grip was, I felt safe with your hands on me. With the cuffs, it’s just hard metal with no give, and they cut into my skin a little. I don’t know.” You shrugged, still embarrassed by your panic.

Dean nodded. “That’s possible.” He smiled a little sheepishly. “And I'm glad you feel safe with me. None of this works otherwise. You know, we never really talked about any of this. Like, hard limits, things like that.”

Your cheeks got pinker. “Cause we just sort of fell into it, and I didn’t want to ruin the fun with some kind of conference about rules.”

Dean shook his head. “No, see, cause I think there could be a lot of fun in having that conversation. Cause we get to talk about what’s a hard no, sure, but we also get to talk about what we want to explore more. For instance, I now know that for you it’s a definite no to any kind of bondage, but an overwhelming yes to spanking your ass till it’s flaming red. Also, how do you feel about nipple clamps?”

He reached out to tweak your nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger and you gasped and then grunted in pleasure. 

“I’m gonna take that as, ‘willing to try’.” Dean said with a grin.

You laughed and then reached over to flick his nipple with your fingernail. “And what about you? What kinds of things are you willing to try, either at home or at the office?”

A dark blonde brow quirked up as he contemplated you. “Actually, I think it might do me some good to try being in your position a time or two.”

Your eyes flew open in surprise. “You wanna be spanked?”

Dean chuckled. “I mean, maybe? But I was just thinking about trying some time as a sub? What do you think? Any interest in taking on a dominant role for a bit next Monday?”

You thought about it. Being dominant had never interested you, but until Dean came along, or until Mr. Smith had come along anyway, you’d never realized how hot you could find being a sub either. So you nodded.

“I’d definitely be willing to try. But,” you held up one finger, “no leather bustiers or spandex bodysuits.”

Dean laughed. “Deal.” He said, sealing it with a kiss.

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