REAL ALPHA ON AO3

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 14,757 Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Sex Worker Dean Alpha Dean Omega Castiel Omega Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester Anal Sex Knotting Angel Castiel (Supernatural) Human Dean Mating Cycles/In Heat No mpreg

March, with spring and summer swapping custody of the weather, Michael shows up. Castiel is sure this isn’t his real name -- it never is -- but it doesn’t matter because he’s the most gorgeous person Castiel has ever seen.

“Hello, Michael,” Castiel says, his voice pitched a little higher than usual.

“Heya, Castiel,” Michael says, offering an easy grin. He’s in a leather jacket over an unbuttoned flannel shirt over a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. His jeans are torn and the boots on his feet are well-worn, well-loved.

“Come in,” Castiel says after too long of a pause.

He steps out of the doorway and Michael enters the townhouse, looking around without hiding his curiosity. Finally, his eyes land back on Castiel and he approaches, his gait swift and sure. Just inside Castiel’s personal space, he stops, looking down at him with eyes the color of fresh grass. “You smell real good, Cas,” he says.

“You too,” Castiel says, his voice still high. It’s not that he’s never had attractive alphas before, they’ve just never… smelled like this. Looked like this. Looked at Castiel like they wanted their hands all over him, and not just because it’s their job.

“Can I kiss you?”

This is absolutely against Castiel’s rules, and Michael should know that from his profile with Real Alpha. Though Castiel wants to break this rule pretty badly, he says, “No.”

Michael shrugs. “Where do you want to do this?”

Wow that’s a big question…….I will say at this point, I’d have Henry Cavill as the Champion…… Look at that fuckin chest, those huge pecs, hair in all the right places, a ‘tude that is fuckin hot, he has the bod and stance of a man’s man champion……

hello here are my top 5 fics (by kudos) for 2017!!!! (yes the top 3 are all abo leave me alone). i published a total of 253,688 words this year! 

and honestly, looking at the stuff on my stats page (overall and/or just this year), i’m... blown away. i will never get used to the idea that there are multiple people who like my stories. thank you for giving me a good reason to keep making words even when it sucks. i love & kiss y’all!!! 

a dangerous thing alpha cas has too much money and too much loneliness and pays camboy omega dean to be his fake boyfriend.

Castiel’s alarm goes off before sunrise. Dean rubs at his eyes, scratchy with lack of sleep, and Castiel groans behind him. The alarm goes silent, only to pick up the ear-splitting chimes five minutes later. Castiel groans; the alarm goes off after another five minutes; repeat.

“Dude,” Dean says. “That is so fucking annoying.” Castiel pulls the covers over his face, gives another one of those groans, and punches snooze on his phone for the upteenth time.

The next time the alarm goes off, Dean leans over Castiel’s blanketed body to turn it off -- actually off, not snoozing -- and Castiel pulls the blanket off his face (eyes still closed) and says, “Why did you do that?”

“Because if I had to hear that one more time, I was going to go into a rage blackout.”

“I’m not ready to wake up yet.”

Castiel’s voice is extra-deep first thing in the morning, and something about the pure alpha of it stirs in Dean’s gut. Before he can think about that too much, he swings his legs out of bed. “Well, whatever, man. You stay not-woken-up. I’ll start some coffee.”

real alpha omega cas hires an alpha service to help with his heats. one time he gets dean. 

Last time, he was out of his mind needing Michael as soon as he walked in the door. Over and over for days, until they passed out wrapped up in each other, while Michael kept bringing Castiel food and making sure he had enough water and tucking him in under the blankets to keep the chills at bay. Castiel has never been taken care of by an alpha before, had no idea how much he craves it.

“Still,” Castiel says, “I’m sure you’re ready to get out of here.”

Michael cocks an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“It’s just a job,” Castiel says. “I know that.”

Michael puts his hand on Castiel’s face again, stroking his thumb across Castiel’s cheekbone. “It’s not always just a job,” he says.

finding home omega dean goes into heat and alpha cas, a coworker of sam’s, is there to help.

Dean says, “I’m not an idiot. I’m on -- I mean, I’m usually on -- I take suppressants. Usually.”

“It’s none of my business, really,” Castiel says, his voice strained.

“I just wanted you to know. That I don’t make a habit of… this.”

that noble madness coworkers and sorta-friends dean and cas embark on a bdsm adventure (dom cas/sub dean) with a side of bipolar drama. 

Dean excuses himself to the bathroom to clean up and then stare at his disheveled appearance in the mirror, trying to figure out how his face could look the same as it always does when he just had mind-blowing, life-changing sex with Castiel Milton.

Dean gets dressed quickly, almost embarrassed with Cas’s eyes on him. Cas walks him to the door naked, gives half a smile and says he’ll talk to him later. It’s only once he’s at home, settled into bed, that Dean realizes they didn’t even kiss.

traveling light dean and trans cas fall in love mostly via text and then in person and then forever!!!! this is probably my favorite story of mine ever. cas says amenable a couple times.

On what is an embarrassing whim, Dean takes a semi-drunken selfie and sends it over to Cas. Cas doesn’t respond for a long time.

Dean: Sorry, you didn’t actually ask. But there’s me

Cas: I’m trying to decide how to respond.

Dean: What, bc I’m hideous?

Cas: Quite the opposite. You’re very handsome.

Dean: Are you FLIRTING with me, Cas?

Cas is quiet for a long time again. Maybe he’s driving, though he usually stops at night, doesn’t like to drive in the dark.

Cas: If you were amenable.

honorable mention: the riptides series, which are all pretty low on the kudos board but i do love this au dearly. it started off as a kink bingo pwp project -- dean and cas are doing a fwb thing. dean’s totally straight, though, even though he realllly likes to be smacked around & fucked by cas. and then there are a lot of feelings. 

“Shower sex is complicated. Slippery. Someone might get hurt.”

Cas smirks. “Some of us like to get hurt.”

“Don’t, Cas.” (Dean can’t stop thinking about that, the way he could feel Cas’s hand on his face for days. He kept checking in the mirror to make sure he wasn’t sporting handprint-shaped bruises and was always a little disappointed to find he wasn’t.)

“Hey,” Cas says, frowning and touching Dean’s chin so Dean will look at him. “It’s just us, remember? Nothing to be ashamed of.”

while i am self-promoting, this fic of mine will probably be the next to hit 1k kudos and i want it to happen so bad, idk why i love this fic so much but i do!!! 

real alpha on ao3

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 14,767 (how did this get so long lmao it was supposed to be like 5k) Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Sex Worker Dean Alpha Dean Omega Castiel Omega Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester Anal Sex Knotting Angel Castiel (Supernatural) Human Dean Mating Cycles/In Heat No mpreg

Note: Dean is called Michael at the beginning of this, but there is also a brief scene of ship Impurity. 

Castiel has used Real Alpha since he was old enough to afford it. They’re a reputable company, and have never disappointed: every few months, Castiel calls in to an automated system to make his request, and within hours, there’s an alpha knocking on his door to fuck the heat out of him. He doesn’t care who it is, what they look like, how much stamina they have, whether they are angels or humans. It’s just an ends to a mean.