#almostpurified

My character has been awake for days and is beginning to hallucinate! Send me “have you still not slept?” to interact with them while they’re in this state.

The boy visibly flinches, turning around slowly from where he had been standing in midst of a dark kitchenette. ” I - ” He mumbles, looking around, narrowing his eyes. Then he looks down at his hands, they are raised, but he isn’t sure why, what he did with them. 

For Dean, growing up in a family where he was the only omega was not an easy life. The first time he went into heat he had to lock himself in the motel bathroom and beg himself to ignore the sweet words Sam whispered through the cracks. As he got older, he had other alpha's who would take care of him, but he always, always returned to Sam.

Then Sam had gone to Stanford, and Dean had felt truly alone. He had had wild flings with every beautiful alpha he could pick up in bars, and ever human who was willing to sleep with him. Every time he went home to lick his wounds and think about what he'd done.. he felt the sting of his brother leaving.

So it was no surprise when, two years into Sam's college career, Dean showed up on campus and begged his brother to come back. He had been depressed, drunk, and in heat, and something in his mind had convinced him that the only alpha who could ever truly satiate his heat's lust was the one he grew up with.

That night, that drunken, crazy night, Sam had knotted Dean, made him his mate, claimed him for his own.. And Dean hadn't strayed since. They hunted across the US, taking out disgusting creature after disgusting creature, the deadly alpha and omega duo.

That all started many years prior to where they were now. Now, Dean sat alone in the Men of Letters bunker, his hands trembling, anger and fear pounding through his system. Sam had said he was going to the store.. But that was 2 days ago. He wasn't answering his phone, and the omega was becoming increasingly worried and frustrated. He could feel his monthly heat edging into his mind and body, his hands wringing slightly as he paced back and forth. He knew Sam would be home soon.. he had to be.. but what were the chances that Sam wasn't ok? He picked up his phone and called again, the call going straight to voicemail. 

That was when the front door open, and Sam stepped into the bunker. Dean couldn't help it, all his emotions came flooding forward and he began to yell at his alpha. 

*pets the pillow*

"You have to be on your best behavour, Dean.  You got it?"  Sam frowned over at Dean.  He had some reservations about this whole trip, since Dean hadn’t been away from the cabin once in the time since Sam had brought him there.  But this current case needed to be taken care of, and he might be gone longer than he wanted to, especially knowing the Omega’s heat was coming up soon.  So he’d decided to bring Dean with him, just in case.  He looked at the duffel he had on the bed, packing the few things that were actually Dean’s.  He’d pretty thoroughly divested his mate of almost everything he’d once owned, only allowing him a few things that were ‘his’.  

He huffed and looked back over to Dean, kneeling by the foot of the bed and watching Sam pack.  ”If you show me what a good bitch you are, maybe I’ll bring you with me more often.”  He could think of a lot of reasons to have Dean along with him… provided his brother could behave in public.

Dean nodded, peering up at his Alpha through his lashes. "Yes, Alpha." He answered, shying away from the frown. The thought that he'd somehow displeased Sam while he'd been knelt there worried him greatly. Especially because he'd not actually done anything wrong. Honestly? He was excited to go on this trip, excited to be allowed out of this cabin. Usually when Sam went away, he was shut up inside for the week, the front doors locked, just in case. But actually to be allowed back out again?

*continues to giggle* don’t ever go wandering through the land of MLP fanfiction then. trust me, it can get WAY more disturbing. *shudders a little*