"No, I thought you were going to stay home with him--"

Jack huffed and gently moved a sleeping Dennis off of his bare chest. Dennis let out a soft grunt and curled his body into Robby's pillow, dozing back to sleep instantly.

Robby was supposed to have gotten the groceries, but instead of doing the shopping yesterday, he had spent the day cuddling and nuzzling Dennis on the couch and educating him on "classic" movies while the omega slowly got more pre-heat symptoms.

It was a rare morning in which all three of them were off work. They had planned a nice cozy day to spoil each other with some much needed quality time. Jack had even planned a 3 course dinner with a *special* dessert, but Robby hadn't seen the list he left on the fridge under the avocado magnet until Dennis was too far along in pre-heat and begged him to stay home.

Robby had just finished showering and getting ready for the day. He planned to stop by the hospital to sign some paperwork and quietly try to sneak in some extra charting that he didn't have time to finish during his last shift. He promised Jack that it would only be an hour tops, but both men knew that it would probably be double or triple that.

Jack knew that all they currently had left in their fridge were some wrinkled blueberries, a week-old box of leftover pizza, and a stale carton of milk. He desperately needed to go shopping--especially if he wanted to make tonight special for his boys. This meant neither alpha would be home to care for their pre-heat omega for a few hours.

"Heyy- shhh I know baby, it's time to get up" Jack cooed as he ran a hand over Whitaker's bare shoulders, trying to gently wake the boy up. The omega's bed head was gloriously sticking up in all directions after having spent the night as a cock warmer for both his alphas.

"Nngggh what time issit?" Slurred Dennis, wiping the drool that was on the corner of his mouth.

"Time for you to take a shower, pup" said Robby briskly. He bent over the side of the bed and kissed Dennis on the forehead before grabbing his bag and slowly backing out of their room. He wanted to make a quick exit before Whitaker was conscious enough to give him the irrefutable puppy dog eyes that were surely coming. Robby made eye contact with Jack, giving a quick double thumbs up and a shit-eating grin. Jack just rolled his eyes at the man, knowing that he was now going to get the full brunt of sad and mopey Whitaker.

"Let's get you cleaned up kid" Jack sighed and carried Dennis bridal-style into their large bathroom.

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"We'll both be back before you know it, kiddo" Jack said as he tried to console his omega. He rubbed his thumb in circles on the nape of Whitaker's neck, just slightly brushing his fingers against his scent gland, making the boy shiver. It wasn't safe for Dennis to go out in public, not with the sweet aroma of honeysuckle and huckleberries that was surrounding him and gradually becoming stronger. Any alpha would instantly clock his heat scent and come trailing for a taste of Whitaker's slick.

"But I'm gonna start nesting soon" Dennis whined into Jack's neck, not-so-subtly trying to inhale as much of the alpha's pheromones as he could. Jack smelled like fresh rain and eucalyptus--from the body wash he had just lathered over the both of them in the shower.

Disappointed that he couldn't get a strong enough scent of Jack's musk, Dennis trailed his nose further down Jack's chest, trying to follow the happy trail down . . . down . . . down---

"Ah-Ah, I need to go Den. You can start making your nest and present it to us when we get back, okay? Daddy got you all the supplies you might want, they're in the closet for you."

Jack gave Dennis a quick peck on the lips before extracting his limbs from his omega's needy grasp and standing up. He grabbed the shopping list off of the fridge and after a quick perimeter check of the house, he walked out the door.

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Having lived on the streets for a period of time, Dennis hadn't been able to go through a normal heat cycle since he was in med school. Either from pure fear--or the pills he guzzled down his throat the moment he felt any signs of heat--he had evaded his heat cycles for nearly 2 years.

Dennis watched as his alpha did a sweep of the house before leaving. Jack's military training had become second nature, and Dennis found it endearing how concerned he was for their safety at all times. As he watched his alpha leave, he bit his knuckle to stop the guttural whine that almost escaped his mouth the moment the door clicked shut. He needed to be brave. He needed to be better for his alphas.

Dennis feared that he had done permanent damage from all the heat blockers and that his cycles might never return, but he refused to linger on those thoughts for long. Especially now that he was being courted by not one but TWO alphas. Two very, very attractive alphas who happened to be doctors, who just so happened to be his senior attendings. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that they had already picked up on his lack of cycles, and were occasionally doing examinations on him under the guise of oral sex.

When all of his brothers presented as alphas, his father was so proud. Naturally, the whole family expected Dennis to at least be a beta, but when the slit started to tear in his perineum just below his balls, his dad brought out the belt. It was shameful to have an omega for a son, and back in Broken Bow, male omegas were so few and far between that they were perceived as sinful.

Dennis had internalized a lot of these accusations, much to the chagrin of Jack and Robby. They took it as their sworn duty to make sure he felt cherished and loved as an omega, after spending the first part of his life in shame for what he was.

Dennis didn't want to face the facts yet about his cycles disappearing, so he made up his mind not to mention it unless one of his alphas demanded answers.  He didn't want to let them down by having a dysfunctional body, so when he first felt the wave of pre-heat hit him, he nearly cried with joy.

How he ever got so lucky, he'll never know, but he's certain he'll never stop thanking the stars for bringing these men into his life. He finally felt safe and supported, so he threw out the heat blocker pills a few months ago when he moved in with his alphas. Dennis never thought he'd see the day when he was actually happy to have a heat cycle.

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As Jack got in his truck and drove away, Dennis started to panic slightly. He needed to seek out some comfort. He needed his nest. Now.

Dennis dashed up the stairs and went into their joint bedroom. The house was big enough that they each had their own rooms, but none of them spent much time in them. The other rooms were essentially glorified storage closets for miscellaneous junk from each of the men. The master bedroom was where all their scents combined and lingered into a beautiful melody of musk. It was so comforting that all of them generally slept in there, especially when their shifts didn't line up and they were missing each other.

Scrambling to the large walk-in closet, Dennis found the bin of supplies Jack had mentioned. He sorted through the box, organizing some of the items on the floor in front of him. Jack had spared no expense and had gotten the boy an assortment of blankets, snacks, cozy pajamas, pillows, and more.

While he sat on the floor, fantasizing about building the most perfect nest to show his alphas, Dennis got a whiff of the most amazing scents. Following his nose, he found the scents to be coming from the hamper containing their dirty clothes.

Nuzzling through the basket, he pulled out one of Jack's sweaty SWAT shirts, still drenched in the smell of his masculine pheromones. Digging even further into the laundry basket, he found a few pairs of Robby and Jack's boxers. The pure musk rolling off of the clothes sent wet hot slick dripping from his cunt and made his cock twitch.

Giddy with his newly found treasures, Dennis went to work on building his nest.

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Chapter 2

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You had a long day and wanted to sleep, but your bed was COVERED in blankets, pillows, feathers and…fur? You looked closer to see there were ‘fluffy’ clothes on your bed too. Your bed had none of these on it when you woke up this morning and there’s only one person who has access to your room!

“Sebastian!”

You shouted, intentionally sounding more upset than you actually were to get him to hurry to your side. Unsurprisingly he was standing beside you in a moment. “Yes Master? What’s wrong?” You gesture to the bed and Sebastian gives you a blank stare in response.

“Why is my bed covered in rubbish?” You huff out, walking over to your drawer, removing your necklace and rings, placing them ontop of the drawer, you weren’t gonna wear em to sleep. When you turned around, you saw Sebastian staring at the bed, looking a little offended by your remark.

“It’s not rubbish, it’s to soften the nest. It also helps retain heat so the eggs won’t get cold.” Sebastian says, turning back to you with a smile. You scowl back at him.

“Nest? Eggs??? What the hell are you talking about? Are you planning on getting chickens? Why would we keep them in my bed?” You shove the ‘rubbish’ off your bed and get onto it. “We are not turning my bed into an incubator!”

When you looked back to Sebastian, he’s glaring at the spot on the floor where you shoved his ‘nest’. He looks back to you with a crestfallen look. “They aren’t pets, they’d be our children…” You give him a confused look. You hear a low growl escape him when you start to pull apart the ‘nest’ on the floor. You feel an arm wrap around your waist and you’re pulled off of your own bed.

Before you can protest you’re placed in a chair and Sebastian is re organizing the nest, this time putting it on the edge of your bed. Sebastian turns to you, picking you backup and tucking you into your bed. You had enough room to sleep with the ‘nest’ in your bed, but it was less than comfortable.

Fuck it, you’ll sleep somewhere else tonight. Why not the couch? Haven’t slept there in a while, maybe it’s comfier than you remember?

You got up, walking back to your drawer, not taking your eyes off Sebastian. You go to grab your necklace from the drawer, but you felt nothing when your hand landed on the drawer. You look away from Sebastian to see that the jewelry you had half hazardly left on your drawer was gone…

“Sebastian.” You glared at him. “Where is my jewelry?” Sebastian huffed as if he was annoyed. “What are you upset about? It’s my jewelry!” You hiss at him, turning to face him only to see he’s five feet from your face.

“Oh Master…I apologize I grabbed it when I walked in here.” He holds out his hand, delicately handing it to you. “It was just so tempting to take it, my bad.”

You grabbed it from him and paused, staring up at Sebastian. “What the actual hell is wrong with you? You’ve never done this shit before but now you feel the need to act up?”

Sebastian gave you an innocent smile, lowering his head a bit. “But where will we keep our eggs if we don’t keep them here? We can protect them better here.” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you towards the bed.

You hiss at him. “I don’t know what you are talking about! Eggs go in the fridge, we,” You gesture between the two of you. “Don’t, and won’t have any eggs, understand?”

Sam’s eyes were on you, you didn’t even have to look at the alpha to see the evident shock on his face.

Cas shifted uncomfortably, and you knew he wished at this time he still had his wings so he could leave in awkward situations such as this.

You didn’t dare look at Dean. You stared at his knuckles, gripped so hard against the wheel they were white. 

They weren’t like that a second ago, and neither was the putrid scent of a sad, angry alpha.

The sadness bothered you, you could deal with the anger.

You wish you hadn’t said it. You regretted it the second it came out of your mouth. Stupid fucking hormones. You were gonna have to cough up to the inevitable soon. For now, though, you needed to fix this.

“I’m sorry,” your voice was quiet, submissive, and filled with emotion.

He blinked. More silence.

Sam and Cas kept their mouths shut, trying their best to ignore the overwhelming amount of scents piling into the car. They knew better than to interfere.

Dean didn’t react, he didn’t say anything. His eyes kept fixed on the road and knuckles wrapped tight over the steering wheel. 

The silent treatment made you feel insecure, you wanted him to speak now. Hell, you never wanted him to stop speaking. It’s just the loudness, the amount of speaking, and how much attention you had to pay. It was overwhelming. Sounds, smells, everything was too overwhelming right now and it caused you to lash out. More often than not, Dean was the victim lately and you could barely handle the guilt of it all anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted it out again. A little louder this time, more panic than not in your voice. 

When his face hardened even more and the once faint scent of anger spiked into rage you ducked your head in submission. You pushed yourself into the corner of passenger seat, looking down. God, that smell was horrific. It was making you nauseous. 

“Dean-”

“No, Y/n. We’re playing the fucking quiet game.”

The dominance in his voice made you whine. 

He’s so mad, he’s so done with your shit. He’s tired of you. He couldn’t handle you anymore, he was going to leave you.

You could feel your breathing start to pick up.

He’s so mad. You’ve been so bad, such a terrible omega.

“Dean,” Sam warned his brother. You squirmed in your seat at the sound of another mad alpha.

Dean’s scent was violently angry now, “No, Sam.”

Oh god.

“Dean… Please-”

“Please what, Y/n? What is it that you need from me? Because you don’t seem to want fucking anything from me lately, maybe other than to use as a verbal god damn punching bag.”

“Can you-”

“Can I what, Y/n? Leave you alone? Stop touching you? Shut the fuck up?” He was throwing your own words back at you, everything mean you had said to him in your outbursts caused by your pre-heat conditions. “What?”

You threw your hand over you mouth, “Pull over.” You gagged, not able to handle the scent anymore. 

Dean finally, finally looked at you, watching as you gag once again and swallow. You were trying your best not to puke in Baby, worried what Dean might do if you happened to get vomit on the interior.

Dean swerved and slowed the car to a stop just in time for you to throw your door open, emptying the little contents of your stomach onto the grass below. You choked and dry-heaved there for a minute, gagging each time a wave of Dean’s scent exited the car through your open door. 

You felt the seat move and Dean’s warm hand on your back not a minute later. Without even thinking, letting your instincts take over instead of your common sense, you shied away from his touch, flinching at the initial contact. He sighed, loud and defeated and scooted away from you once again.

Cas, beautiful, scentless, emotionless Cas came out of the car and kneeled in front of you. He handed you the napkin from his pocket and gave you a quizzical stare.

“You know what’s happening, don’t ignore it. It’s unhealthy,” the angel scolded you. He stood up and climbed into the car.

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The ride back was extremely intense. There was no talking, and no moving other than the car itself on the blank highway. Dean wasn’t angry anymore, just sad. Which was arguably worse and more uncomfortable than before.

You had been trying your best not to cry the whole way back to the bunker, biting your lip and willing yourself just to hold on a little longer. So when you did get back home your first priority was to hole yourself up in your room and regret everything you’ve ever said and done while sobbing until you fall asleep.

And that’s exactly what you did. Except your instincts took over and instead of a comfortable nap in your bed before going to talk to Dean, you ended up in a pile of sheets, blankets, and pillows on the floor in the corner. After getting through your sob session you fell asleep in that makeshift nest.

What woke up was a couple of soft knocks and the tell tale scent of your alpha entering the room. You looked up from your nest, watching his eyes glance, confused, from your bed to the floor. 

When he looked at you his expression turned soft. He took a couple of slow steps toward you and knelt down.

“N-no, Dean,” you warned him from touching. It wasn’t right yet, he couldn't be inside the nest yet. It needed to be fixed, you needed more time.

Much to Dean’s surprise, you growled when he put his hand out to touch you. He looked taken aback, hurt, but that didn’t stop him.

He reached for you again. Slowly, he tried to pet your hair.

In an instant you lost your control and practically barked at him. You threw hands, scratching the arm threatening to touch you. Snarling, you pushed yourself as far against the wall, as far away from him, as you could.

Dean go up quickly, practically running out of the room. He looked like he was going to cry.

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It took eight hours for you to force yourself out of your nest. It was three in the morning and the bunker was dark and dead silent when you stepped out into the hallway. 

You didn’t care what time it was, though. You had a mission. You needed to confess to Dean what was really going on, confess to the thing you hated so much but could never ignore for long.

You stood in front of his door, trying to think of a way to tell him. Would he even listen at this point? Did he even care anymore? You had been so abusive the past week, you couldn’t imagine him forgiving you.

But you had to explain yourself to him no matter the reaction, he deserved an answer.

So without another thought you walked in.

Immediately, of course, the hunter awoke, pulling a gun from beneath his pillow and pointing it directly at you. You flinched and flicked the lights on, revealing yourself.

“Y/n?” His voice was deep with sleep, but not anger. 

You immediately burst out into tears, “I’m sorry, imsorry.”

“Baby, what’s going on? C’mere, please.”

You practically leapt into his bed, wrapping your arms around him. You shoved your face into his neck and cried, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The hesitation Dean had to touch you made you cry even harder, you were more than relieved when he gave in and those familiar hands sifted through your hair.

“I-I’m in pre-heat. I don’t know why I’m a-acting like this, I’m sorry.”

“Oh baby,” Dean hugged you close. “Omega, it’s okay. You should have told me. It’s fine, you can’t help it. I’ve just never been around an omega in pre-heat, I had no idea.”

“I’m sorry-y,” you hiccuped.

“Y/n, it’s okay. It’s fine, you’re fine. You wanna sleep with me tonight? Are you up for that?”