#spnabobingo

You are his true mate. The one making him want to have more than the life he has. You make him dream of something more. Something he cannot have, but desires, nonetheless. 

“Omega,” a soft and throaty purr leaves his lips. A stark contrast to the things his lust-clouded mind imagines right now. He balls his hand into fists. His teeth grit and his whole body feels like it’s on fire. “Fuck.”

Dean can’t help it. He slowly trots toward the door to leave his room. If he’s fast enough, he can sit this unexpected rut out before you even realized he’s gone. 

“I need to get the fuck out of here,” he groans as your scent just got stronger. “No-fuck…ngh…”

“Dean?” fuck. The worst case just happened. Not only did Dean not make it out of the bunker, but you also walked right in on him as he tried to escape your scent and his instinct. “Shit, what’s wrong…”

You softly call out Dean’s name, but he looks like he’s in trance. He only stares at you, as his teeth grit and his nostrils flare.

“OMEGA,” he growls rather than speaking. You take a step back, already smelling the rut on Dean. “My omega. Come here.”

“Dean, how come you are in rut?” you squeak as the alpha pounces on you. “Dean. What’s wrong? You just had your rut.”

“Your scent drives me crazy,” you pant heavily as Dean buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “I want you to smell like me. You must smell like me.”

“O-kay,” it doesn’t take much to get you in his arms. You simply give in to your omega and your feelings. Dean was the one not wanting to give in. You lost the battle a long time ago. 

The moment you met the cocky alpha for the first time.

He purrs against you, hands pawing at the flannel you stole from Dean. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

“I’m yours,” you’re a panting mess. Dean’s scent. The way he purrs your name, and the fact that you can feel his erection press against your thigh turns you into a puddle. “Only yours.”

Dean is nuzzling you, all the while rubbing his aching cock against your thigh.

“Can we go to your room and not do this here?” you nervously laugh. 

Sam is somewhere at the bunker, and you don’t want him to walk in on you and his brother making out like horny teens.

“My room. Safe. My omega,” you don’t fight Dean when he easily picks you up in bridal style to carry you inside his room. “Mine…”

Scent. Mine. Breed. Mark. Dean’s mind is filled with you.

“Dean, fuck,” you end up pressed face first against the door the moment he slammed it shut.

He’s on you in a blink and rips your panties off of your body. Dean presses his body to yours and slides his hands over your chest, groping your plush flesh.

“Mine,” his hands wander down to your hips, gripping you tightly to press your ass into his crotch. You can feel his throbbing length press into your butt, and you hope, he won’t lose control. 

He’s slowly going down on his knees, hands moving over your body on his way.

“DEAN?” you squeak as he buries his face between your legs to capture some of your slick. “Oh fuck! What has gotten into you? Why are you in rut?”

“YOU,” he growls against your flesh. Well, you won’t get an answer tonight. Dean is busy roaming your ass, hips, and legs with his rough hands. He’s caressing every curve, every spot until one hand becomes brave and cups your pussy. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“I didn’t do-“ you whimper at the feeling of his fingers toying with your swollen clit. “Shit, Dean…we can’t. You said we can never be together.”

“You triggered my fucking rut,” he purrs while slipping two fingers inside of your cunt. Pumping his thick fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, Dean groans deeply. “You’re going to smell like me. I’m going to cover you with my scent and mark this body.”

“What? I-“ his fingers slip out of you much too soon for your liking. But you won’t be empty for long. Dean gets back up and drops his sweatpants to the ground. While he cups your ass, humming as you push your butt into his big hands, you hastily take off your flanell.

“This is mine,” one hand cups one of your breasts, roughly groping your flesh as you feel his cock poke your entrance. “Fuck.” He grips your hips, forcing you to stick your ass out a little. “I gotta breed this cunt, make you round. Everyone will know this is mine.”

“Fuck!” you exclaim loudly as Dean simply drives right into you. There are no gentleness or loving words. The alpha is too far gone to care for sex etiquette. “Dean! You didn’t use protection.”

It’s no use. Dean presses the full length of his body against yours, holding you pinned to the door as he fucks up into you with long strokes. “Gonna make this cunt my home,” he breathlessly moans in your ear. “Not gonna last long.”

Dean is on the edge for too long to hold back. He wraps his arms around your body and twirls around, with you in his arms. You end up on the bed, squeaking as the alpha is still on top of you, moving like a madman. “Dean!”

“Just…fuck,” he pushes off you to help you get on your hands and knees. You huff, as he barely gives you the time to take a breath before he grips your hips and fills you again.

The alpha roughly slams his hips into your ass, creating a squelching sound every time he enters your slicked pussy. 

You grip the bedsheets, hoping he won’t fulfill his promise and get you full of pups as he gets even faster.

Your body seizes up and you choke out a moan as the unavoidable happens. You gush all over his cock, making Dean growl in delight.

“That’s it, omega,” you whimper as your presentation leaves his lips and his hands gently move all over your back, sides and thighs. “You’re taking me so well. Fuck…I’m gonna…”

Before you can come down from your high you get pressed into the mattress again.

It’s a mess. You’re a mess as Dean mounts you from behind, moving his hips at a pace making you gasp and squeak. 

He doesn’t stop. Not when you tilt your head in submission. Not when his teeth sink in your mating gland to claim you. Not even when his knot pops open to lock you together.

“Dean, I can’t,” you whimper underneath Dean. It’s too much. His sudden change of mind. The intimacy. The bond forming. “Dean…”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart…I’ve got you…”

“Fuck, no,” you whimper and whine as Dean just covered you in his cum. 

After the first time he knotted you, you tried to have a shower. Only for the alpha to be all over you again. He threatened to breed you again and you tried to convince him to pull out.

“What?” he purrs as your ass, back, legs, and pussy are covered in his spunk. “You wanted me to pull out. Hmm…yeah. Now you smell like me all the time. You’ll not get me off your skin anytime soon.”

“I’ll just wash it off,” Dean growls now. His arms wrap around your body to keep you from getting under the spray. “DEAN!”

“No-no! You will show everyone that I marked you. Not only your neck and pussy, all of you,” his alpha hindbrain tells him to make sure every alpha crossing your path will stay away from you. “You’re mine.”

“I’m wearing your mark,” he hums, but still holds you in his arms, smearing his cum all over your body and his chest. “Dean, I can’t walk around covered in cum. It’s sticky and…uh…you know. I don’t want them to know what we do in private.”

“Aw, now my omega is shy,” Dean purrs in your neck. “I let you shower if you admit that you want me to mark you some more. Maybe I can leave a mark on your pussy too.”

He reluctantly releases you. Dean watches you turn around, quirking a brow as his eyes drop to your cunt. “Dean! You can’t bite me down there!”

“I can…and will,” you walk backward until your back hits the cool tile wall. “Spread those pretty legs. I’m gonna leave my mark right now…”

He goes on his knees, smirking as you let him hook one leg over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Dean…”

Dean won’t bite you. No. He will leave a different kind of mark. He will take you apart with his mouth until your pussy knows, she belongs only to him…

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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The deep, keening howl began in Dean’s chest and erupted up through his throat. It was a sound that carried throughout the lower level of the bunker and straight to his omega’s ears, causing her to shudder and slick to leak from her core, soaking her panties. She had spent the last seven hours of her heat separated from her alpha, stationed in a room near where Sam had secured him “for her safety”. Every minute without her alpha made her body cry out for him more loudly.

The situation was close to unbearable. Physically, cramps twisted her insides until it felt like her womb might fall from her body. Every time she heard him cry out, the heat within her rose even higher. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her walls fluttered around the emptiness, craving her alpha’s knot. The effect on her body was bad, but the worst part was not being with him.

An omega in heat and an alpha in rut are meant to be together. Each satisfies the other, emotionally as well as physically. Alphas have a need to know their omegas feel safe, a need to know they give their omegas that feeling of safety. Omegas adore their alphas, body, mind, spirit, everything the alpha has to offer them. An omega brings peace to their alpha’s world. Y/N couldn’t give Dean that peace now when he needed it so badly, and that hurt.

She reached for Sam and grasped his arm in an attempt to steady herself. His eyes met hers, and in them she saw compassion and determination. Sam’s nature was kind, but he had a spine of steel when he needed it. He’d made a promise to his brother he intended to keep.

In an attempt to appeal to Sam’s softer side, the side that could identify with the strength and meaning of the bond, she said, “I have to go to him,” in a voice as unsteady as her body was feeling.

Sam took her arm and led her to a wooden chair at a nearby table that served as a makeshift desk and helped her sit, while he took a seat on top of the table and looked down at her with deep understanding in his sensitive puppy-like eyes. Eyes like his were an unusual trait in an alpha.

“I know you want to, Y/N. If my omega needed me, I don’t know how I could stay away; but you know why you have to.” Sam placed a hand on her shoulder. “My brother’s your alpha, and just as much as you want to go to him, he wants to protect you. Maybe more.”

Another howl carried to her ears from down the hall. Y/N turned wide eyes to Sam. Her pain was twofold. Her body ached for Dean in a way that affected all her cells, filling them with a simmering heat that threatened to boil over and consume her, and the sounds he was making squeezed her heart and brought her to the edge of tears.

“I need him, Sam. He’s my alpha. I promised him I would always be there for him when I accepted his mark. That’s what the bond means.” She tore her eyes away from the fixed stare she had on Sam and looked back down the hall toward the room where he had chained his brother to the wall.

Sam was clearly conflicted. He understood the bond between mates and understood the physical agony of an unsatisfied rut without an omega to calm the need. “He asked me to protect you, Y/N, and I told him I would. You’re my brother’s omega. I gladly take that responsibility.”

“He won’t hurt me, Sam.” She was pleading now. “You know he won’t hurt me.”

Sam slipped into the measured and sincere tone he used so often when he was trying to make a point, accompanied by his intense, listen to reason, you know I’m right expression. “I know he wouldn’t mean to, but you’ve seen what the mark does to him. He’s lost control more than once, and he would never forgive himself if he lost control with you, even the slightest bit.”

She tried to stand, and Sam gently but firmly guided her back down to the chair with a push of his hand that was still on her shoulder. “Sam, please….”

“Y/N!” The roar of Dean’s voice tore through her. She knew she could help him. Her eyes caught Sam’s again, and he saw the omega’s tears.

He saw and understood, dropping his hand from her shoulder and nodding. “Nothing could keep me from Eileen if she called for me like that. It isn’t right for me to keep you from Dean.” Sam pulled the key to Dean’s prison from his pocket and placed it in Y/N’s outstretched palm. Then he reached into his pocket again and brought out a smaller key. “This one opens the cuffs around his wrists. Remember, I’m here if something goes wrong.”

Clutching the keys in her hand, Y/N ran towards her alpha. Her fingers fumbled with the lock on the heavy steel door, trying to get the key to fit. The smell of her alpha on the other side of the door was overwhelming. Teakwood, spice, and bourbon combined with a touch of woodsmoke that he only had when he was in rut.

At last, the key turned, the lock clicked and the door swung open. Dean was sitting on the floor across the room with his back against the wall. He was covered in sweat, muscles straining against the manacles that held him, his head hung low. When he lifted his head and saw her, a growl rumbled deep in his throat.

“Y/N, no. You can’t be here.” Even as he spoke, he snatched against the chains binding him, causing them to rattle, and another growl erupted from deep within him.

Never before had she paid no heed to the words of her alpha. Y/N crossed the room and kneeled beside him. “We need each other, Dean. I don’t care what kind of mark is on your arm; you’re still my alpha, and I’m not leaving.”

The tendons in his neck strained, and his nostrils flared. “Y/N, I can’t. I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you…and I won’t let that happen. I’ll never let it happen. Do you hear me, Y/N? Go, Omega. Leave me.”

She moved to sit on his lap, her legs on either side of his waist. “No, Dean. I won’t.”

Y/N brushed her lips across his, and immediately he responded by pushing his tongue against the seam of her lips. She accepted him eagerly, as she always had. Dean pulled on the chains again, even harder than he had before. The longing to feel his arms around her was surpassed in strength only by the call of the bond that had brought her to him.

When she pulled away from her alpha, she saw that his eyes were closed; and he was panting, releasing his breath in audible huffs. Gently, she touched the scruff of beard on his cheek, and he opened his eyes. Y/N’s love and devotion for Dean moved through her. It enveloped her. In this moment, it was her. She still had an unused key, and she reached for one of the metal cuffs around Dean’s wrist to unlock it.

He attempted to pull his arm away and shook his head. “No, Y/N. Don’t.” They looked at each other, a hurricane of emotions blowing through them that were reflected in their eyes. Dean lay his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. “I want you, Y/N. So. Fucking. Much. It’s making me crazy. But you’ve seen what having this mark on my arm does to me, and it just keeps gettin’ worse.”

Dean nuzzled into her neck, his nose brushing the spot where he’d left his mark. She combed her fingers through his hair. “Dean, I trust you. You won’t do anything violent with me.”

He drew in a long breath and held it. “Not now, but if we’re mating…everything that does to me…. I’m the first alpha to have The Mark of Cain. We don’t know what could happen. I’m not going to risk it. Just smelling you now, having you this close….” Dean yanked his chains again, and the rattle of them echoed in the empty room.

“Okay, Alpha. You’re right. You’re always right.” She said it soothingly, but while she talked, she started to unfasten his belt. As a result, his pupils got larger, making his eyes almost black.

“What are you doing, Y/N?

Her lips dragged across the stubble on his jaw. “Exactly what you want, my alpha.” She finished opening his pants. First the button, followed by the zipper until she could reach in and pull his hard, thick cock from his underwear. It stood against his stomach exposing the vein that ran along the underside of it. She stood, peeled off her own leggings, and once again took her place on his lap, her now bare opening rubbing against his throbbing cock.

“Y/N.” Warning and lust mingled in the throaty deepness of Dean’s voice. She lowered her head to swirl her tongue around the tip of his shaft. Then she kissed him with the taste of his pre-come on her lips.

“Omega.” His tone had changed; he wasn’t telling her to go anymore. The mating instinct had won the battle taking place inside him.

Y/N guided his shaft to her entrance and sank down, taking all of him. Dean started to roll his hips, thrusting into her. Her hips moved in time with him, and she rode him while she kissed him, their tongues tangling together. His hands might not be able to touch her, but they couldn’t be closer. Every grunt he made was for her, and her every sigh was his.

Dean slowly brought his omega to an orgasm that peaked with her legs shaking on each side of him. The alpha didn’t slow down. “You’ve got more for me, my omega. I know you do, and I’m going to pull every bit of it out of you. You’re brave, beautiful, foolish, and you’re mine. I should punish you later for not listening to me.” Y/N threw her head back, exposing her neck and his mark that it bore. His words were causing her to clench around him, chasing another orgasm.

“That’s it, my beautiful omega. Give it to me. Do exactly what I tell you to.” Y/N held onto Dean tightly as she moved on him faster, feeling the sweet stretch of him pushing her to her limits. “Come for me. Come for me…again.”

She fell apart, seeking for him to hold her together somehow without being able to touch her. Weak from the orgasms, she kept her arms around his neck. Her body was drained from the way she had reacted to him. With a roar from her alpha, his knot popped inside her, inflating to its full size and filling her with his come. His seed pumped into her, making her feel claimed all over again as she did every time they joined together like this.

Nothing about him now suggested he was out of control. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N caught sight of the small key on the floor that would free Dean’s wrists, and she was tempted. He didn’t try to stop her when she reached for it or when she slid it into the lock of one cuff and then the other.

Once free, Dean cradled his omega in his arms and ran his fingers through her hair. He was as gentle with her as always when their bodies were connected together. His kisses were soft, his words sweet.”You are so perfect for me, my omega.”

Minutes ticked by. Y/N’s breathing synced with her alpha’s, and she listened to the soothing sound of his heartbeat beneath her ear while he continued to stroke her hair. Once his knot had deflated, he remained inside her, staying joined with her while he placed a finger under her chin and tipped her face up so she could see him.

“You know this could have turned out bad.” Concern for you was mixed with the deep everlasting love of an alpha for his omega in Dean’s jade eyes. “You do realize that, don’t you?”

Y/N swallowed hard, never wanting to displease her alpha. “I didn’t think it would be anything other than what it was, what it’s always been between us. I know you, Dean. With or without the mark, I know you.”

Dean’s kiss told her what he rarely said in words. He loved her. She knew it, and it was that love that fueled her trust in him, her unwavering certainty that he would always protect her, no matter the circumstances. There was nothing stronger than their bond.

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You were cold when you woke up, a strange pressure on your back. You blinked, not quite sure what you were looking at. It was all blue, strange masses above you. You blinked again, noticing the feel of a mask on your face, the whipping in your ears. Your eyes caught site of something nearby, a flat piece of gray. You stared and stared until the noise in your ears started to crackle.

It felt like a punch to the gut as you turned around and saw the ground getting closer and closer. You started turning, looking above you and to your left and right, finally spreading yourself out. You flew upwards and past the gray piece of metal, breathing deeply in the mask as you started scanning the sky for a parachute. There were emergency parachutes under all of the seats of the private jet, that much you knew for sure.

You head zero depth perception after waking up mid air but you noticed a mass over to the left that looked odd. You angled yourself over to it, finding it was Dean Winchester of all people. He was out cold, a cut on his head, his suit jacket and tie completely gone. You looked down and the ground felt way too close.

You needed a parachute and now.

You looked down and saw a cluster of wreckage, swallowing the lump in your throat. You let go of Dean and nose dived downwards, barely grabbing the backpack before you were spread out again. You slipped the chute on and tugged the strap over your chest, a little meter on the strap in the red zone already. It wanted you to pull up the shute quickly. You tried to spread yourself out more and ended up flying past Dean, needing to dive back down to grab hold of him. 

You took the leg straps of the chute and tried to get them around him but it was impossible when he was unconscious. You took a deep breath and did your best to wrap them around his waist, fisting the ends in your right hand. You squeezed your legs around him and closed your eyes, pulling the rip cord. Immediately you grabbed ahold of him with your free hand, the two of you getting yanked left hard, the chute going wherever it wanted in the wind. You tried to reach up to get control of it but you couldn’t let go of Dean without an even bigger risk of dropping him.

The ground was coming too fast and you held onto him as hard as you could, barely thinking to get an arm around his head at the last second. You were headed straight for a tree when you caught the wind and it threw you to the right, very abruptly tossing you and Dean to the ground in a clearing. 

You plopped onto your back, taking off the oxygen mask and taking deep heaving breaths, Dean groaning beside you. He sat up and looked around, glancing at you.

“Weren’t we on the plane?” he asked. You sat up and nodded, Dean picking up the mask, looking behind you at the parachute. “The oxygen dropped.”

“You didn’t get your mask on,” you said. “Because you got mine on me first which is the worst possible-”

“I’m your bodyguard, sweetheart. Sort of my job to save you first,” he said. “Which how exactly am I alive? You never should have-”

“Tough shit. I didn’t even think. I just did it. I wasn’t going to let you fall to your death,” you said. “I-”

He threw a hand over your mouth, reaching behind himself, his gun no longer in it’s holster.

“Y/N,” he said quietly. “Don’t speak. Please.”

You knew that tone and nodded, Dean sliding behind you, wrapping up the parachute and somehow cramming it back in the pack. He took it from you and put it on his back, shoving the oxygen mask in there too before he was on his feet. He grabbed his hand and jogged over with you into the treeline of the forest. He didn’t stop moving for a few minutes, not until you were under a little alcoved from a small hill.

“Y/N. The plane. Do you remember what happened?” he asked.

“The engine blew up,” you said. “It must have-”

“It didn’t just blow up. It was set off. Exactly two hours and thirty eight minutes into the flight. Y/N, do you have any idea where we were flying over?” he asked. Your face dropped, heart rate climbing higher than when you were falling to your death somehow.

“Alpha Forest,” you whispered. Dean nodded and you swallowed. “Dean someone set an explosive off on purpose.”

“If there’s any survivors, there’s no way we can get help in here,” he said.

“You’re an Alpha. You can get out,” you said. “You can get help.”

“Within a day someone will either kill you or claim you,” said Dean. You both smelled an Alpha nearby, the cuts between the both of you more than enough to give off your scent. “If you’re mine you might be able to get out.”

“Dean you can’t undo this,” you said, the scent growing stronger.

“Y/N,” he said. He lifted up his shirt and you saw the large bruise on his ribs. “I can’t fight. I’ll lose. Either run and I’ll hold them off as long as I can or I claim you and I mean right fucking now.”

The scent of several Alphas hit you, a pack. A pack in Alpha Forest. They’d kill Dean and take you without breaking a sweat.

“Do it.” You felt Dean bite your neck, tearing into the flesh just as you heard footsteps.

__________

Garth cooked, making many of your favorite meals and introducing you to new favorites, though you barely ate. While he cooked, his wife often baked. A plate of something sweet and bite sized was always left out on the counter, should you come out of your room in the middle of the night for a snack. You often did. You wanted to thank her, thank the both of them, but you couldn’t get the words of gratitude out, not when you felt this broken and dreaded what you had once been so excited for.

As the weeks went on, you found yourself watching Garth. Watching how he cleaned, hung laundry on the line outside when it was a nice day, watching him laugh and sing as he washed the dishes. He was so happy all the time. But mostly, you watched how he smiled at her. The way he loved her so fully. Garth was an Omega himself, and he looked so in his element out here in his quiet little home.

You were jealous.

You wanted that back. That sense of peace that came from having your mate close by. The pure joy of caring for them. Domestic bliss. Garth had it, and you wanted it back so desperately. Looking down at your rounded stomach you realized you would trade just about anything to have Dean back.

Getting up, tears burning in your eyes for the millionth time since he’d died, you put a hand to your stomach to try and let the movements soothe the pain as you headed for your room.

You woke up, groaning in pain. Everything felt heavy and sore. Your discomfort must have been felt by your unborn child as well, because as soon as you shifted your weight, the infant inside you moved as well. You ran your hand over your stomach, something you did often lately, and tried to smile.

A sound caught your attention. You stared at your closed bedroom door and listened. It registered in your left ear first, so that’s where you looked, to your left, to the wall that separated  your room from an empty spare. Hearing continued movement on the other side, you quietly slipped from bed and made your way to the door, opening it and glancing out into the hall. It was empty, the house silent save for the noise coming from the room next to yours.

You moved as silently as possible, one hand protectively over your stomach while the other didn’t leave the wall. The door next to yours was cracked open, the light on and a familiar scent that lifted your heart hit your nose. With pure joy and excitement on your face, you pushed the door open only to have your hope shattered at the sight of Garth spinning around in surprise.

You blinked back tears, not hearing what Garth was saying as you felt your world shatter around you once again. You shut your eyes against your aching heart when some of Garth’s words finally filtered through. “- it’s not done yet but..”

What wasn’t done? And why the hell had you thought you smelt Dean?

Your eyes snapped open realizing you could still smell him. Faint, but there.

Garth had a flannel shirt in his hand, and you were quick to snatch it from him, bringing it up to your nose and scenting it. Your whole body relaxed as you did. “Dean’s.”

You hadn’t spoken much in days, so hearing your voice, Garth smiled. “Yeah.. I uh..” he cleared his throat. “You haven’t been doing so good, and you’re due real soon. I didn’t see you nesting, so I thought.. maybe I could help.”

You looked up at him again, then took in the room around him. The bed was piled with soft things. You recognized blankets and pillows from the bunker, the throw from the foot of your shared bed with Dean. His shirts were spread out and scattered throughout the nest, there were even a pair or two of jeans and some of his boxer briefs to strengthen the scent, it was why you could smell him in the room this strongly. There was so much of him here.

“I thought maybe a little bit of home would help. I’ve been back and forth a few times over the last two weeks.” he answered, figuring you’d be curious as to when he’d started doing all this. “I even grabbed a couple of Sam’s shirts.” he pointed to a small pile of flannel and cotton shirts. “Since we aren’t sure if Dean will-” He cut himself off and swallowed. “I Uh- I thought maybe Sam’s scent could help, too.” You just nodded and closed your eyes and brought Deans shirt back up to your nose and breathed it in.

“Thank you.”

“I was just hoping that I could finish it before that pup of yours comes. I wasn’t sure what else you’d want in it, I don’t have any actual experience with nesting, but-”

“It’s perfect, Garth. All I need is him and you brought me as much of him as you could. Thank you.”

Garth gave you a small smile. “I’ll leave you to it.” As he moved past you, he paused for a moment, his hand a reassuring weight on your shoulder before he gave it a squeeze and he continued on his way out.

“Hey, Garth?” When you turned, he was stopped in the doorway, looking at you. “When you went to get all this.. Did you- did you see Sam?”

“Yeah.”

You nodded at that, looking down at the flannel in your hands. “How is he?”

“Looks as bad as you.” You felt bad for not calling  and checking in since you came here, but he didn’t exactly call you either. “He feels guilty.” you looked up at that. “I told him how you were doing, and he feels really guilty. He feels like he failed Dean for not taking care of you, and he failed you for not getting Dean back yet.”

You shook your head, tearing up once again. “If you talk to him again.. Just tell him to come. Dean or not, tell him to come.”

Garth gave you another soft smile. “I already did. Yelled it at him. Told him I was giving him one more week before I dragged his ass down here like I did yours. That pup of yours won’t wait much longer than that.”

“No.. no it probably won't..” you whispered.

“Get some sleep. Some real sleep.” he pointed to your nest. “I’ll have breakfast ready and waiting for you in the morning.”

“Thanks, Garth. Really. I owe you so much.”

“You could always name that pup of yours after me.” he joked with a wink.

“Hell no.” you chuckled, making Garth's whole face light up.

“It’s good to see you smile again. G’night.”

“Night.”

As Garth left, closing the door over, you took another deep breath into Dean’s shirt as you made your way to the nest he’d built you. It wasn’t perfect, but as you climbed in, you knew it was exactly what you needed.

You spent days holed up in your nest after you had found Garth making it. You only left it if you needed to, bathroom, food, occasionally fresh air. But it was the only place you weren’t sore and in pain. Your pup would be coming soon, you could feel it. You’d be surprised if you lasted until your due date and that was a week and a half away.

Sometime in the night, you felt like you were being watched. You cracked your eyes open, saw a dark figure in the doorway and let your eyes close again. It was bigger than Garth, so you figured Sam had finally come. You smiled softly at the thought, the reassurance that having him close by let you feel, and you snuggled into one of the pillows and took a deep breath.

You froze.

The scent was stronger than usual, and it wasn’t coming from the pillow. You opened your eyes again, only one of them peeking up at the figure in the doorway. It didn’t have Sam’s massive shoulders, it didn’t have his long hair. And that scent, only one person in the world smelt like that.

You shot up, staring at him wide eyed. “Dean?”

“Hey, baby.”

His voice was cautious, anxious. Scared. But it was him. Tears filled your eyes and started to fall, relief washed over you, but you were also scared this was some horrible dream. “Are you really here?”

“Yeah. I’m here. I’m me and I’m here.”

“Dean!” you jumped up from your nest, excited to see him, to smell him, you needed to feel him. You needed to be wrapped in his arms again. But as soon as your feet hit the floor, he stepped back. “Dean?”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay, all that matters is that you’re here now.” You stepped closer, and again he stepped back.

“I did some things.” his voice was quiet, broken. “I wasn’t a good person when I was like that.. I-I killed people. People who didn’t have to die.” The pain in his voice was breaking your heart. “That’s not even the worst I did. I just didn’t care. I could do whatever I wanted, so I did.”

You rushed forward, wrapping your arms around the man you loved with every fiber in your being. You pressed your face against him, holding him, needing to ease his hurt, but he didn’t hold you back, he didn’t move at all. You let yourself breathe him in, the real him, and something was off, something was wrong. His scent was there, but lingering on him was another. You pulled back, glaring at his shirt like it had offended you. “You- you smell like another-”

“I fucked a lot of people.” he admitted, and you felt your heart shatter. “Most just once or twice, but one waitress..”

You stepped away from him, backing away until you felt the bed with your nest behind you. You looked up at him, begging him for some kind of explanation. “You- You lost your memory.. Or-”

“No, I remembered. I just didn’t care.” With a sob, you dropped onto the edge of your nest. “I knew where you were, I knew you were pregnant and waiting for me, I just.. I didn’t care. I’m sorry."

You cried into your hands, your shoulders shaking. “It wasn’t you.” you tried to make excuses for him, you couldn’t admit that Dean, your Dean, would ever do that to you. “It wasn’t you. You’d never do that to me. You weren’t you.”

“It was me. It was all me, and I’m sorry.”

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