#alpha!benny

i might have gone overboard a little

845 words - definitely some smut. DEFINITELY more than 10 sentences. whoops? Smut going behind the read more of course A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha(Top)/Benny, Omega(Bottom)/Dean, Heat

“Whatthe hell are you doing!? That doesn’t go there!”

Dean jerked and stifled the moan that threatened to escapewhen he heard Benny’s stunned drawl. God, he was horny as fuck, and Benny’saccent always drove him extra special crazy, but he was just trying to get thisproject finished.

He was so damn close. The wall before him swam in a Heathaze and he swallowed. Maybe. He wasn’t too sure anymore. But he’d been workingon this forever – it had to be almostdone, right?

Benny gently pulled the hammer out of Dean’s hand and setit aside. “Cher, you need to stop. I know you want to finish it, but ifyou fuck this up, you are gonna hate yourself.”

“But - ” Dean protested.

“It’ll still be there when your Heat is over,promise,” Benny said softly, kissing along Dean’s neck, turning him gentlyaway from the addition he’d been working on for weeks.

Dean melted in Benny’s arms. the rough stubble of hisAlpha’s beard a delicious sensation, sending thrills through his body. Slickleaked, soaking through the Heat pads and right through his coveralls. Bennyalways had that way about him, of turning Dean on more than any Alpha he’d everbeen with.

Sam’s heat hits him unexpectedly when he’s on a wendigo hunt with Dean in Boise, Idaho. It happens during a nightlong stakeout in the woods. Not the most ideal place, but Sam is grateful it didn’t happen somewhere more overly populated with alphas. He and Dean had separated to cover more ground when Sam was suddenly struck by a dizzy spell that had him staggering towards a tree trunk to balance himself against before he fell over, followed by a hot flash, and that’s when Sam felt the telltale wetness in his boxer briefs. His heat wasn’t due for another three weeks, there’s no way he could’ve anticipated this. It was highly unusual for an omega in his early thirties to have an erratic heat cycle; they usually came every six months like clockwork.

Sam had maybe an hour before things got worse. As he reached for his cell phone to call Dean and tell him that they needed to get back to the motel, he was overcome with an intense longing, a need to be filled by an alpha right fucking now. Sam’s knees buckled and he fell forward on his hands, scratching his palms on the forest floor. He took a few deep breaths to try and calm his racing heart. What the fuck is happening to me? he thought.The onset of Sam’s heats never got this intense so quickly. Not even when he was a horny teenager growing up with two alphas, or when he was living with Jessica, also an alpha, at Stanford. Instead of it being the slow burn that normally accompanied the first day of a heat, it felt like Sam was already in the deep throes of it, like he would be if he was being knotted by an alpha, only he felt painfully empty. Sam wasn’t sure what triggered this, all he knew was he wanted a knot, he wanted Benny’s knot. Fuck, he regretted insisting Benny sit this hunt out. It was an open and shut case and there didn’t seem to be any reason to waste manpower. Oh, what Sam would give for some of Benny’s manpower right about now. Then again, he really didn’t want the first heat he experienced with Benny to take place in the middle of the woods with sticks and rocks and bugs digging into their skin. He didn’t even know if Benny was ready to take that step. He thought he had more time to bring it up to his boyfriend. Sam shook his head to clear it, focus.

With shaky hands, Sam managed to call Dean on speakerphone. His brother answered after two rings, “Yeah, Sammy, got anything?”

“D-dean, help.” Immediately, his brother was on high alert.

“Sam! Sammy, what’s wrong? Are you hurt, did that sonofabitch–” Sam heard the crunch of leaves as Dean started running, likely in the direction he knew Sam was in. 

“N-no. In h-heat.”

“What? Shit, fuck, I’m coming, hold on.” 

It took about fifteen minutes for Dean to find Sam. The scent of his heat must’ve been enough to draw Dean in the right direction. Dean found Sam curled up on his side, shaking, with the back of his jeans soaked through with slick.

“Alright, Sammy, I gotcha.” He said as he lifted his brother into his arms and began the trek back to the Impala. Sam whimpered and rubbed his cheek against Dean’s shoulder, taking comfort in the scent of a familiar alpha. Dean wasn’t his actual mate, but being in such close quarters together for so many years, with no other alphas around (that is, until Benny moved into the bunker a few months ago) led to Sam having a similar reaction to Dean’s scent as he would to a traditional mate.

By the time they got back to the motel, Sam’s heat had worsened threefold. His face was flushed and he was whimpering pitifully as he tossed his head back and forth on the dingy motel pillow.

It shook Dean to see his brother like that. He hadn’t seen a heat be so hard on Sam since he first presented when he was fourteen. Normally, these past few years when Sam felt his heat coming on, he’d just retreat to his room for a few days with a knotting dildo. The special dildo coupled with the fact that Dean’s alpha scent permeated the bunker was usually enough to tide Sam over for the duration of his heat. It was uncomfortable and an inconvenience for an omega without an alpha to knot him, but it shouldn’t be painful like this.

“Kiddo, I need to get you some supplies.” Dean said as he placed a cool, wet washcloth on Sam’s forehead. He had an uneasy feeling about leaving Sam on his own, even just for fifteen minutes, but he didn’t have any other choice.

Sam shook his head fretfully, face flushed with heat. “Benny, I want B-Benny.”

“Benny is seventeen hours away in Kansas, he can’t do much for you right now.” Unsure if Sam was even comprehending what he was saying, Sam simply kept repeating Benny’s name. Dean sighed in frustration and dialed his friend’s number.

*

It took Benny fourteen hours to get to Boise with no stops. By then, Sam was practically delirious, crying out for Benny in between moaning like he was in pain into the sheets and falling in and out of consciousness. Other than getting him to suck on ice cubes, Dean hadn’t been able to convince Sam to eat much. Sam was naked now, save for the thin motel sheet protecting his modesty; he got too feverish around hour three and Dean had forced him under the cold shower periodically to bring down his body temperature. The knotting dildo Dean had bought lay discarded on the floor, it had offered Sam no reprieve either. So when Benny burst into the room, Dean doesn’t think he’s ever been so overjoyed to know that his brother was about to get knotted. 

Benny looked a combination of livid and petrified at seeing the state Sam’s was in. He felt like his heart hadn’t stopped racing since he first got Dean’s frantic call hours ago and his heart doesn’t even beat. Dean gives him a consolatory pat on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his little brother before leaving to get a separate room for the next couple of days. He’d called in a hunter friend of his who had finished their hunt, so Dean could technically head back to Lebanon. Dean knows his little brother is safe with Benny; he’d die before letting anything happen to Sam. And they’d be home just a few days later, once Sam’s heat had subsided, but Dean knows this isn’t an ordinary heat and he wants to stay close by. 

*

The moment Sam scented Benny, he opened his eyes and looked more alert than he had in hours. He immediately reached out for Benny, who stepped into his arms, and began rubbing against him needily, hindering Benny’s attempts at getting undressed as quickly as he could. 

“Need you, Benny, need you now. Please.”

Seeing Sam’s painfully hard cock and how soaked the bed was with his slick and sweat, Benny didn’t waste time with prep. He manhandled Sam onto his hands and knees and pressed into him without preamble, as Sam let out a sob of relief. After just a few strokes, Benny’s knot inflated and Sam finally, finally came. Benny is sure he’s never knotted so quickly in his human or immortal life.

Relieved, exhausted, and temporarily satisfied, Sam falls asleep a few minutes later, Benny’s knot still pulsing come into his ass every few minutes. Benny turns Sam onto his side to spoon him for the half hour or so they’ll be tied. 

Benny brushes Sam’s hair out of his face and gets a good look at his boyfriend. His color is already returning to normal and he’s no longer burning hot to the touch. He’s resting peacefully now, instinctually pushing his ass back against Benny’s knot whenever he pulses more come into Sam, even in sleep. The scent of Sam’s heat is still strong even after being tempered with his alpha’s. Benny’s not sure how every alpha within a three mile radius isn’t banging on their door. He buries his face in Sam’s neck and inhales; he smells even better than usual to Benny and that’s saying something. 

Satisfied that Sam is mostly okay for now, Benny texts Dean an update on Sam’s state, and he replies with a thumbs up emoji, saying to text him when they need food.

All his bases covered, Benny takes a look around the drab motel room Sam and Dean have been staying in for the past five days. What was Sam thinking not telling Benny his heat was coming on? Did he not want Benny to knot him, were his heats always this intense, would he have rather continued to suffer through his heat in this shithole than ask Benny for help, did he not think he could rely on Benny for that or had Benny misread how serious their relationship was, did he even consider what could have happened if his heat had struck at a more inopportune moment? Not that it got much worse than in the middle of a hunt for a fucking wendigo that could have taken Sam when he was vulnerable. What if Dean hadn’t gotten to Sam in time? Questions and fears raced through Benny’s mind, his upset changing to anger at how Sam had played fast and loose with his health and well-being, now that Sam was in the clear. Dean had said that Sam asked for him specifically, but seeing how intense Sam’s heat was and how even the knotting dildo hadn’t helped, perhaps Sam hadn’t anticipated his heat being like this. Sam was meticulously organized and the smartest damn hunter Benny had ever seen, there was no way he wouldn’t know if his heat was due. He must’ve not wanted Benny around him during his heat. Why else would he put himself in danger and insist Benny sit out a hunt that would take Sam over a thousand miles away from him?

* 

Benny didn’t get a chance to talk to Sam just yet. As his knot deflated and Benny carefully pulled out, Sam woke up and immediately turned into Benny’s arms, rubbing his hardening cock against Benny’s hip, ready for round two already. Whatever underlying relationship issues this situation had brought up in Benny’s mind, Sam still came first. Both literally and metaphorically.

Sam was more clearheaded this time around. He tried to thank Benny for coming here before Benny shut him up with a fierce kiss. If Sam tried to say “you didn’t have to do that” like he often did when Benny did something any decent boyfriend should do for his partner, he was gonna lose his temper.

This time, Benny let himself be rough with Sam. He leaned his back against the flimsy headboard with Sam in his lap and started frenetically slamming Sam up and down on his cock as the omega moaned wantonly, his arms wrapped around Benny’s neck and pressing kisses into his shoulders, his throat, any skin he could reach. 

This time they knotted with Sam laying on Benny’s front. It wasn’t the most comfortable position for Sam, but when Benny had tried to turn him onto his stomach, Sam insisted that he wanted to see Benny. 

Satisfied once again, Sam’s fingers started idly playing with Benny’s chest hair, his head resting on Benny’s shoulder.

Benny couldn’t stop touching Sam, stroking his hair and his back, squeezing his ass and cupping the backs of his thighs to pull Sam tighter to him. It was hard to stay mad at Sam on a good day, let alone when he was naked and sitting on Benny’s dick, but Sam’s next words brought back up some of his anger. 

“’M sorry you had to drive all this way,” Sam murmured, kissing Benny’s collarbone in thanks. Did that mean Sam hadn’t wanted him to come? Benny’s hands tensed on Sam’s skin and he pulled back, forcing Sam to look up at him.

“Why didn’t ya tell me your heat was comin’ on, cher? If you didn’t want me to be with you for it, ya should’ve just told me. I would’nta minded… Well, not too much. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt out here.” Benny tried and failed to keep the emotion from making his voice shake.

Sam sat up in Benny’s lap, which caused them both to moan as the movement shifted Benny’s knot deeper into Sam’s ass. Lord, this was definitely not the right time for this conversation, but Benny couldn’t stand not knowing where he stood with Sam. He thought their relationship had been going so well, amazing, even. Benny couldn’t remember a time in the last 200 years when he’d been so content and happy. He never thought he’d feel love like this again after Andrea, after the the things he’d done as a part of his old nest, but being accepted by the Winchesters and being with Sam had given him a life he never imagined he could have. But, even if it killed Benny a fourth time and he had a feeling it would, he’d leave after this heat was over if that’s what Sam wanted.

Benny closed his eyes against the sight of Sam looking at him pityingly. Could vampires still cry? Would his tears be of blood, like a vampire out of one of Anne Rice’s novels? He had a feeling he was about to find out.

Benny felt something trickle out of his eye and he tried to turn his head, but Sam grabbed his face between his hands and wouldn’t let him. 

“Benny, hey, no, look at me.” He felt Sam wipe the wetness from his cheek. Benny can’t make himself make eye contact with Sam, he focuses on Sam’s anti-possession tattoo instead.

“Listen to me, Benny. I, I didn’t know this was going to happen. My heat wasn’t due for nearly a month, okay? I wasn’t trying to get away from you! If anything, I didn’t want to scare you off by seeming clingy. Things have been going so well…” 

Benny looks up at that, relief washing over him. “What’s going on then, Sam? Why’d ya go into heat like this? Is it the trials, are they still–”

“No! No, it’s nothing to worry about… I don’t think,” Sam says as he looks down, suddenly shy. 

“What is it?” Benny asks, eyebrow raised.

“Um, well, now that I’ve had a chance to think about it with a clear head…” He trails off, face flushing pink.

“Cher, whatever it is, we’ll–”

“I think we’re true mates,” Sam finishes in a rush. Benny opens his mouth to say something, but finds he’s speechless. About 30% of the population has a true mate, it’s not unheard of, or even all that rare. It’s just. Not something Benny ever anticipated. They’re both technically centuries old. When you’ve lived as long as Benny has, when you’ve survived as much as Sam has– this is the last thing you expect from life. Benny was born hundreds of years before Sam, and Sam spent what he said felt like a few millennia in Hell with the devil. What were the odds that they’d find each other?

“Yeah, I, I’ve read that once you meet your true mate and the omega hasn’t been claimed, being away from the alpha for an extended period right before a heat is due, c-can, um, trigger something like this. It’s like the body’s way of telling the omega he’s met his true mate and he needs to… to be claimed. We don’t have to do that, though! Benny, we can wait. O-or we don’t have to at all if you don’t want. I’m not trying to push you into anything befo–”

Benny cuts him off with a kiss, rolling Sam onto his back so Benny can show him just what he thinks of waiting. 

*

Dean comes by their room a few hours later with food and a cooler full of donated blood bags he swiped from the local blood bank for Benny. In his haste to get to Sam, Benny had forgotten to bring any with him. 

When he lets Dean in, Benny looks immensely pleased with himself for some reason. Probably because the room is absolutely wrecked (ugh, it looks like they moved from Sam’s ruined bed to what was Dean’s bed) and reeks of their coupling. In fact, it smells different. Not bad, just different than what he expected. It’s only on rare occasion that Dean has smelled another alpha on Sam, the last time was when he was soulless. This time, it smells like Sam’s own scent is off now. Dean doesn’t linger on that though because Sam looks light years better than he did five hours ago. He’s awake and mostly dressed, thank God, in Benny’s henley and a pair of boxer briefs. He’s in good spirits and relatively comfortable for the time being, so Dean sticks around to eat dinner with them. He’s just so fucking relieved to see Sam healthy and hungry again, and he needs to watch Sam eat with his own two eyes to assuage the inner big brother alarm system that’s been at threat level red for the past twenty hours. Dean smothers the chick flick urge to pull Sam into a hug and not let go of him for a couple of hours by playfully teasing his little brother and making a show of getting pie crumbs all over his (Dean’s) bed until Sam throws a pillow at him.

Sammy’s no delicate flower, but Benny’s shirts are pretty big on him, and in the ensuing pillow fight that Dean totally wins, the shirt slips down one of Sam’s shoulders to reveal, holy shit, a mating bite. 

When Sam notices what Dean is staring at, he freezes, anticipating Dean’s reaction. Benny knows mating is a big step for Sam, the type of set Sam usually would never take without consulting Dean first. He knows how important his big brother’s opinion is to Sam. 

Dean looks back and forth between Sam and Benny for a few moments. He was blindsided at the sight of the claiming mark on Sam’s skin, but he can’t say he didn’t consider that this was coming down the line. Way, way down the line. But thinking back on the state Sam was in earlier, Dean knows he can’t watch Sam go through that again. It’s gonna take some adjusting to now that Dean knows this thing between them is for the long haul, but Benny has earned his trust to take care of and treat his brother right. If there is one person Dean has to share Sam with, he’s glad it’s Benny. He can’t actually say all that touchy feely shit, though. Sam would never let him live it down. Instead, Dean groans in faux irritation. “If this means you guys are gonna be even more moony eyed over each other than before, I swear I’m moving into Baby,” he threatens. Benny laughs and Sam tackles him to the bed in a hug so Dean thinks it’s safe to say they caught his underlying sentiment.

I finally filled a square on my A/B/O Bingo card. So here it is. It is super short, but I am going for things that are 1k or less lately just to act as stress relievers from school. I hope that you enjoy it!

Link: Ao3 Square Filled: Cockwarming Ship: Dean/Benny Rating: Explicit Tags: Alpha Benny, Omega Dean, Cockwarming, Private Cam Shows Summary: When Benny leaves on business trips, Dean misses him, but he makes it as fun as he can for the both of them. The best part is when Benny comes home and shows Dean how much he missed him. This time though, Benny's time alone with his mate gets interrupted and Dean decides to make the best of it.   Word Count: 480 Written/Created for @spnabobingo

Dean nuzzled into Benny’s neck and inhaled deeply. The scent of mate and home suffused his senses and he melted a little more against his husband. They had been apart for a week because of some business trip that Benny had had to take. Dean had hated every day. Not that he didn’t enjoy watching his Alpha get incredibly aroused and go almost out of his mind with desire in his hotel every night when he would put on a cam show for him.

Dean was sure that it was the custom dick mold they had made for times like this. Dean loved having it. It had a knot and all. Benny enjoyed watching Dean fuck himself down on the toy and inflate the knot inside him when he came. Sometimes Benny asked Dean to fill it with the bottle of True Come and use it when he “knotted” himself, just so Benny would have the pleasure of watching it drip out of his hole and down his thighs.

Yeah, Dean enjoyed some things about having his husband away. Only because when he finally got him back, Benny insisted on having a full uninterrupted 36 hours with Dean. That was the best part. Benny was not allowed to get off on those trips. So he used every single one of those hours to show Dean how much he missed him and how he loved the nightly shows.

Unfortunately after only 18 hours home with Dean, an issue came up at work. Benny insisted on doing a conference call; it ended up being a video call though. So that was how Dean found himself crawling under the desk and quietly pulling his mate’s dick out of his boxers. Benny had insisted on at least boxers since he had to put on a shirt for the conference.

Benny was damn good at keeping his voice level when Dean took his soft cock into his warm mouth. Knowing how important work was for Benny, Dean only gave it a few deep and satisfying sucks before just holding it there. He could feel the muscles in Benny’s thick thighs tense up and then eventually relax when he realized what Dean was doing.

Every once in awhile Dean would lick slowly at the velvety flesh in his mouth and Benny would reward him by running his fingers through his hair. Dean couldn’t tell how long he sat there on his knees, breathing warm air over the short hairs at the base of his husband’s growing erection. He just knew that he wanted nothing more than for Benny to fuck into and knot his mouth when he was done with that call.

Dean could be patient, though. For now, just feeling the weight on his tongue and pressing at the back of his throat was enough. After all, they still had almost 17 blissful, uninterrupted hours.  

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Supernatural

Word Count: 8915 (but AO3 currently says 0. weeeird)

Pairings: Destiel, Dean/Cas/Benny

Tags: a/b/o dynamics, omega!dean, alpha!cas, alpha!benny, Were-Creatures, turned Benny,  Smut, Lots of it,Top!Cas, top!dean, bottom!Dean, bottom!benny, Pining, Mutual Pining,  some mild bestiality, i mean does it count? Check the clarifications in the end notes

Summary

Benny's in love with his two best friends, but would never do anything to break them up from each other. He has no idea they want him in return, and are only holding back because of their secret.

When a rogue shifter bites Benny and he gets turned, Cas and Dean come to his rescue and he finds out becoming a shifter may be more of a blessing than a curse.

Written for the @spnabobingo challenge - i only have 3 squares left. This one is for the Were-Creatures square on my card.

Thank you to @zummar for helping me settle on a ship, and thank you to @deadlyangelkay for being a content beta

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“A Little Too Compatible” 

A/B/O dynamics, Supernatural, Omega!Dean, Alpha!Benny, Bottom!Dean, Top!Benny, Explicit, Bad luck, heat/rut

Summary:

 Benny and Dean go to make their mating official - with unforeseen consequences 

Part 3 of a series: Strength of a Bond  (Note, first two parts are NSFW)

Supernatural AU, ABO, DCJ, Alfie/Benny, Mpreg

Chapter 1 - written with intent to fill the Pups square on my bingo card - and with no intention of putting more bingo squares in this story (but that it WOULD keep going)

Chapter 2 - no bingo square

Chapter 3 - @unforth-ninawaters randomly picked a number (unerringly finding the DCJ ship on the list) and a letter (landing me on one of the few squares I wasn’t sure WHAT to do with) and now this chapter actually fills the Peanut Butter, Banana, Cedar square of my card.

Word Count - a little over 5k Story Summary:  Dean and Alfie should have suspected it...but it was Cas and Jimmy who realized it first. Now Alfie and Dean are holed up waiting for the test results, uncertain which way they want things to go.

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