#alpha!jared

Part IV

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“DON'T YA’ BE YELLING AT ME, MR. MAN, EVEN IF THIS IS YOUR FUCKING HOUSE…”

“I gotta go,” tossing his phone on the bedside table, Jared, wearing his blessed socks, runs across the main room and slides on the hardwood floor into the kitchen and saw his husband standing three feet from Quinn as she’s vigorously gesturing with a paring knife while telling him off in her colorful language.

“Put the knife down!” The older Alpha’s voice resonates through the room, making Jared flinch, feeling the command’s power, watching Quinn set it on the counter and Jensen reach over, sliding it towards him.

She stood a bit longer before blinking in confusion, and then her demeanor shifted to madder than a wet hen, her natural lower voice dropped another octave, and the lilt became very pronounced. “Don’t ya’ ever use that fucking voice on me again!” 

“You were threatening me with a knife!” Jensen picks up the item, making her laugh, “Holy fucking shit, are ya’ serious? Ya’ could barely use it for a toothpick, let alone...” 

Jared stood there, mouth hanging open, have’n seen others take on his mate, wrongfully assuming he’d be the easier of the two to intimidate, but when let off its leash, Jensen's wolf made Dean Winchester look like a pussy cat.

“JARED!”

The younger Alpha's mouth snapped shut, “sorry, what?”

“I asked you what the surrogate is doing here?”

“The surrogate has a name.” 

 “What is Quinn doing here?”

 “So..uh..okay,” Jared slowly starts around the island doing his sometimes awkward, hesitant thing.  “A few days ago, I got a call from this number I didn’t recognize. It was about the ultrasound appointment scheduled while you were in LA.” 

He paused to see if Jensen remembered, and yep, his mate was wearing his get to the fucking point expression.

“They informed me she’d canceled it because she was leaving town.” 

Jensen's attention returned to the O, ”Don’t fucking start on me again, Ackles!”

“You know who I am?” 

“Duh, Sherlock!” 

Jensen would later try to justify it was jet lag and surprise finding their surrogate in their home, not her smart-ass mouth, for snarling at her.

“Och, save it for the cameras, drama queen. Ya’ put pants on just like the rest of us; the only difference is yours have designer labels.”

Jared interrupted the speeding downhill faster than an Olympic bobsledder situation, “I remembered her saying something about managing Mulroney’s Bookstore, so I called Clif to see if he’d get her to contact me and calls back saying some Alpha...” 

“...who’s a flaming jackass!”

“Yeah, that’s what Clif called him. Anyways, he claimed to be the manager and had no idea where she was when another employee said they knew where she was living...”

“... that’s when ya’ boy shows up..”

“…I explained about the mixup...”

“…Padalecki followed me to my room to get the new date, then he caused a scene...”

“...I couldn’t help my wolf freaking out at where my..our pups were living...”

“…told ya’ it was there or the I-35 underpass!”

Jared bristled at the reminder, “The door had three locks, a barely functional heater, and a broken fridge. Cockroaches wouldn’t even live there!”

Quinn raises onto the balls of her feet and loudly reminds him about putting her in the shitter with the manager and getting fired when Jared shouts back in his booming voice, “there was a guy by the ice machine offering to sell me heroin!!”

“ENOUGH!” Jensen's Alpha voice echoes throughout the kitchen, quieting them both.

“She’s right,” Jared opened his mouth to retort, but Jensen countered with, “And so are you. Quinn, couldn’t your family help,” the Alphas wrinkled their noses at her souring scent, so he attempted another approach. 

“I want to clear something up. I recall one of the stipulations for surrogates is that they reside in an appropriate domicile. Why were you living in a motel? Could you tell us what happened?”

“The flaming jackass tipped off the landlord I’m an O, and that fucker evicted me even though I never caused any problem or was late with rent.”

“There is a moratorium on evictions..”

“..that moratorium is a fucking joke!”  

“What a minute,” Jensen said, and at the same time, Jared remarked, “It protects people...”

“Newsflash, Mr. Wizard, was created by and for the protection of Alphas and Betas! Take a hot minute to read the fine print, and you’ll find loopholes granting landlords, to quote, discretionary privileges pertaining to the eviction of those designated with the sub-gender Omega. In other words, they can boot O’s for any damn reason!” She gave the Alphas a hard stare, “So, enlighten me as to why y’all didn’t know a fucking thing about that bit?”

The kitchen got quiet as the Alphas glanced at each other, trying to find a non-assholey-sounding response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought; since it’s well known you two prefer Betas.” Quinn addressed the older Alpha.

“Padalecki and I have an arrangement. I keep the house and do meals in exchange for temporary boarding. No need to fret that pretty head of yours, Ackles; I’ll do me damnedest to stay outta the way."

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December 23rd                                                                                                   Late Afternoon

Quinn heard Jensen’s surprised greeting covering the stewpot of goulash, slid it into the oven to stay warm, and peeked around the wall and saw him in the foyer hugging a small, older O, then a tall, bald Alpha carrying several bags crossed over to them.

“Let me help you with those, sir,” she offered, taking them couldn’t help but overhear his not-subtle sniff, “Jensen, who’s this?”

“Umm,” Jensen scratched the back of his neck, fumbling for a response, “this is the housekeeper, Quinn.”  His mother-in-law peered inquisitively at the tall Omega before asking, “What happened to your boys' service?”

“I worked for it.”

Gerald Padalecki dubiously eyed the O up and down as she continued. “They pared down the staff, and Jared offered to retain me in exchange for lodging...”

“You live with them?” Gerald barked, “Jensen, that’s unwise considering...”

“Considering what Gerry,” his mate sharply asks, “the boys wouldn’t let someone stay they couldn’t trust.”

 “I normally wouldn’t question their judgment, but she's an unmated O.”

“Whoa,’ Jensen jumped in, “are you suggesting that Jared or I...” 

“Mama..daddy..what’re y’all doing here?” Jared couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice, wrapping his long arms around his mother, “thought you were coming tomorrow.” 

“We decided to surprise you but got it instead.” Gerald’s gruff reply made Jared throw his husband a confused look, catching a whiff of his dad and Jensen, “What’s going on?”

“I bet y’all would like to freshen up after your trip.” Quinn blurted out, “Jensen, would you help me with their luggage, please.”

Taking the car keys, he follows her out the door, remarking, “you think fast, coming up with that story.”

“Ya’ were about to lose ya' shit on your father-in-law, and I didn’t precisely fib, just moved a few facts around,” Quinn shoots back, grabbing a bag while Jensen, fuming, retrieves the other, following her to the guest house.

How could the Alpha he considered his father even think, after everything they’d been through, found his dark thoughts distracted by two simultaneous acts; a deflating blow-up bed and his bewildered husband storming in shouting, “What the fuck was that?”

Jensen ticked his head towards the O and made the finger-in-hole gesture.

 “I’ve gotten that shit since I presented,” the pair look towards Quinn with confused expressions. “Loads of Alphas still carry antiquated beliefs about unmated O’s, and I’m…pick an adjective to fill in the blank.”

“So much for a peaceful holiday,” Jensen grumbled.

“Yeah, too bad ya’ boy stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, right?” Quinn's tone was caustic. “I don’t want to be a bone of contention with ya' family. I’ll figure somewhere else to stay.”

Jared’s wolf simmers under his skin, “How? You have $636.96 in your account. That won’t cover a security deposit, let alone fir..” 

“How the fuck ya’ know what’s in my account?!”

“Your laptop was open...”

“...and ya’ snooped...”

“...I happened to see it...”

“...still not your fucking problem...”

“...you’re carrying my..our pups, that makes it my fucking..”

“...ya’ are the most unfucking...”

“I’m tired of y’alls motherfucking bitching, so shut the fuck up!!” 

Jensen wrinkles his nose, “Dude, dial it down; you’re stinking up the joint! And Quinn, Jared screwed up...”

“I never asked...”

“...doesn’t matter! He's trying to make amends, for fuck sake!” Jensen felt the vein in his left temple throbbing again.

“There will be many people dropping in or staying with us this fucking week, and this is how we’re all going to handle our situation.”

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January 15th

“Humph,” Jensen jerked awake, slapping a hand around, and found his phone before cracking an eye open.

7:18 A.M.

Groaning, he dropped face-first into his pillow and wrestled his mates over his head to muffle the noise, but the pearls of his pup's laughter signaled he wouldn’t sleep much longer.

His fuzzy brain's insistence that coffee was more imperative than a shower has Jensen sleepily shuffling around the oversized couches, once again grateful they’d decided to move their bedroom to the main floor, spots the group in the kitchen muttered too damn early.

“That’s a bad word, Daddy,” JJ says, her frown a replica of his, “you owe the swear jar.”

“Your right, Birdie, sorry,” dropping a kiss on top of her and the twins' heads, stepping around them, pouring himself a mug, “remind me to pay it later.” 

Hopping up on the counter, Jensen sips his coffee, savoring the black elixir rolling over his taste buds; he feels the caffeine penetrate his system, working its magic to turn his morning grumpyass into a civilized human watching his brood.

JJ and Arrow are busily festooning Quinn’s long, wonky braided hair with ribbons. Zeppelin and Icarus are sitting on the O’s lap, watching something on his iPad that's precariously balanced against her feet; felt his wolf purr in contentment, starting him when his mate materializes and gives him an odd look.

“Alright, y’all,” hopping off the counter, Jensen scoops up his son and flies him around, making airplane sounds, “Uncle Jeff and Aunt H/W/N will be here soon. What do all of you need to do before going?”

“Brush teeth and hair,” Arrow says, then looks at JJ, “grab our snacks from the fridge,” she reminds her, “and put them into our backpacks.” 

“And do bath break!” Zep giggles as Jensen hands the pup to his mate and quietly says, “I wanna discuss something with Quinn.”

Jared reaches through their bond and finds a placidity in Jensen he hasn’t had for so long, but before he can deduce the causation, he gets distracted by the twins' squeals and escorts the pups upstairs. 

Quinn eyes the older Alpha while securing a hair tie around her long braids, “what the fuck I do this time, Ackles?”

“Jared mentioned something about your leaving..”

“...I know ya' expected me gone before now...”

 “...ya’ know what I expect?” Jensen snaps, mimicking her subtle accent, “I expect you to stop interrupting and let me get something out for fucking once! Now, could we please discuss this without fighting?”

Sitting at the dining room table, she says nothing, watching Jensen refill his coffee, grab another mug, and drops in a spoon of honey before pouring the brewed tea from the kettle, “Ya’ know how I take me tea?”

“I’m not a completely unobservant asshole,” Jensen self-deprecates, “you make a damn good cup of coffee,” he said, carrying both mugs over. “And I’m astonished how you balance everything, working at Emmer and Rye while keeping up with our hectic schedules. And what did you do to Jared?” Quinn looked confused, “you got him to put his wet clothes in the laundry instead of leaving them all over the bath. You’re either a witch or a goddamn miracle worker!”

“I gave him two options. Leave’um in the laundry or find itching powder in his clothing.”

“He’d just borrow my stuff...”

“...he did, once.” 

“So, you?

“Clif said ya’ boy spent the day denying it was jock itch.” 

Jensen was still laughing when the quartet came back downstairs, so Quinn placed both forearms on the table, leaning forward, and spoke softly, “okay, Ackles, the fucks going on with this little tête-à-tête? Cause ya’ been freaked the fuck out the entire time, so,” nodding to her mug, “What’s with the buttering up?”

“It’s about not leaving...”

“Quinns not gonna leave?” Jensen whipped around to find Arrow bouncing excitedly beside him, then she suddenly raced towards the front door, yelling, “Papa Jared, Daddy’s got Quinn to stay with us!”  

Jared stood there scrutinizing the seated duo with an indecipherable expression.

“Looks like ya’ the one dropping me in the shitter this time, Ackles.”

tbc

Part V

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Jared didn’t ask any questions. He understood if you had come all the way to Canada that meant your heat had come on early. You’d both agreed suppressants were out of the question now that you were together. So, your Alpha would do whatever you needed to take care of you.

He was already taking off his clothes while he was walking toward you. You had a moment of realization when his plaid shirt hit the floor that he was in the middle of filming. He had stripped off his t-shirt too by the time he reached you. The sight of Jared’s muscled chest and strong arms made it difficult for your brain to function, but you managed to find words.

“Jared, I...I wasn’t thinking. You’re in the middle of shooting. What about the scene you’re doing?”

He kicked off his shoes, and his hands reached for his belt buckle. “It can wait. Tell me exactly what you need.” He pulled his jeans and underwear down his long legs. Once he took off his socks, he was completely naked in front of you.

You felt your slick pooling in your panties, soaking them. Jared could smell it too. You could tell from the way his eyes narrowed, and how fast he closed the distance between you. He kissed down the column of your neck until his mouth came to rest right over the mark where he’d claimed you, and he sucked on it gently.

His lips were warm, and being in your Alpha’s arms was exactly what you needed. And you needed a nest. You tossed your head back enjoying the feel of his mouth on your skin. “Jared, where are your clothes?”

He stopped kissing you long enough to answer. “On the floor.”

You sighed when his mouth went back to your neck. “Your clothes, not Sam’s.”

Jared tilted his head toward the corner and kept kissing. “The closet over there.”

You turned your head to kiss him deep so your taste would linger on his lips before you turned to go to the closet. As soon as you opened the door, Jared’s comforting smell wrapped around you. You chose a couple of his shirts then grabbed his beanie and a pair of Saxx from the shelf.

Arms full, you walked back to the bed and started to arrange things, adding his clothes to the pillows you’d already put there. Jared smiled watching you rub his beanie over the pillow where you’d lay your head and then tuck it underneath. Once everything was just the way you wanted it, you took off your own clothes, sat down in the middle of the bed, and held out your hand for your Alpha to come to you.

His large hand wrapped around yours. Then he was beside you pressing his muscled body against yours. He nibbled on your ear lobe then gave it a light bite. “Your smell is stronger, Y/N. It’s changing.” That meant you were going into full heat, and Jared could smell the lavender and honey that signaled it and would send him into rut.

The ache was building inside you. You needed your Alpha to fill you, to give you his knot. Your grabbed for his shoulders, and his name left your mouth with a whimper. “Jared.”

He pushed you back onto the bed and took your mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside and claiming you with his kiss. His hand held the side of your head while he continued to kiss you and bring your need for him to such a high you were already begging by spreading your legs and clawing his back.

Jared swiped two of his long fingers through your folds stopping at your clit and with a delicious pressure started to make little circles. He brought you to the edge unbelievably fast but dropped his fingers down to your core before you could come and thrust two of them inside you. He kept thrusting them, increasing his speed. You opened your eyes. He was watching you, his eyes darkened with arousal. “Come for me, Omega.”

Your entire body shook as you obeyed your Alpha’s command. “Jared. Jared!” Wave after wave of your orgasm washed through you as it seemed to go on endlessly. You reached for him, and your arms held onto him weakly as you came down from your pleasure.

Jared brushed your damp hair back from your forehead. “That’s my good girl. My Omega.”

Your fingers pulled at the hair on the back of his neck wanting more of him. He wanted it too. You could feel his erection pressing into your thigh. “Please, Jared. Give me more. I want all of you.”

He responded by nudging your legs open with his knee and kissing along the edge of your face to your mouth. Just when his lips covered yours, there was a knock at the door. It was Jensen’s voice. “Jared! We need you back on the set.” Your Alpha turned his head toward the door and growled. It was loud enough for Jensen to hear because you heard him say, “Nevermind, I’ll handle it.”

Then Jared turned his full attention back to you. He kissed you once more with the intense passion that always came with your mating before lining himself up and sinking all the way inside you. Your hips moved in time with his. You understood the rhythm of each other’s bodies perfectly. You felt his knot begin to swell pushing against your walls, stretching them in a way that made clench hard around him. “Yes, Alpha. Yes!”

Jared’s knot inflated to its full size and locked in place. He came with a snarl, and you felt his seed begin to shoot into you in long spurts. His cock throbbed, and your body tightened around him as your second orgasm overtook you. After a few more seconds, your bodies stilled. Jared rolled you on your side so you were facing each other, your bodies still joined. He kissed your forehead softly, all protective and gentle now. “I love you, Y/N, my perfect Omega.”

That’s the last thing you remembered before you woke up some time later. Jared’s knot had deflated, and he had slipped from your body. He still held you and smiled when he saw you open your eyes. “There you are, Beautiful.” He kissed you ever so softly, first your lips and then your nose.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, still feeling sleepy, satisfied, and halfway in a dream. Jared caught your hand as it started to fall from his head and kissed your fingertips. “I’ve got to go be Sam for a little while, Honey. I’ll be back before you need me again.”

“MmmmHmmmm,” you sighed. Then your eyes opened a little wider. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

Jared brushed his fingertip over your cheek. “Thank you for wanting me to.” You watched him get dressed and begin the transformation back into Sam Winchester, but his face was still all Jared when he leaned down to kiss you again. “Rest. I’ll be back soon.”

You pulled his beanie from under your pillow where you’d put it and rubbed it against your cheek thinking of the next three days you’d spend here in Jared’s trailer until your heat was over. You’d make love over and over. You’d take his knot, and he would cuddle you after whispering sweet words into your ear. With your head full of happy thoughts, you settled into the nest you’d made and waited for your Alpha to return.