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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Sam_Winchester/Other(s)
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, Original_Characters, Original_Male
      Character(s)_of_Color
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Alternate_Universe_-
      Always_a_Different_Sex, Masturbation, Public_Sex, Threesome_-_F/M/M,
      Stranger_Sex, Claiming, Knotting, Bad_Puns, Double_Penetration, Safer_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-18 Completed: 2016-06-30 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 5931
****** First Things First ******
by disreputabledog
Summary
     Late-bloomer Sam finally gets her first Omega heat after years of
     assuming she's a Beta. Since she's on her own in a restaurant at the
     time, things get a little...messy.
Notes
     Sam is sixteen and a cis girl.
     My first attempt at knotting fic. Dedicated to Dee because she got me
     into it and now I'm obsessed.
***** First Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     Mounting, Sam thought, and choked back a giggle. That was exactly
     what she was likely to end up doing with her goddamn chair if she
     didn’t get some private time, right now.
“What’ll you have?”
“Just a Coke, thanks.”
Sam smiled disarmingly at the bartender, who shrugged, got her the drink, and
didn’t ask for her ID. Technically she wasn’t allowed to sit at the bar itself,
being only sixteen, but her height usually let her get away with it as long as
she didn’t actually order booze. She sipped her pop and resisted swiveling on
the stool like a kid while she waited for Dean.
Dad had grounded her from that day’s hunt for not following orders yesterday
and almost getting herself bitten by a vampire. Whatever. Almost meant it
hadn’t actually happened, which he ought to have been glad about, but instead
he was just pissed off that she hadn’t listened to him and now he had to run
cleanup on a nest that should have been easily cleared out already. She felt
the heat of anger (and a little guilt) rolling under her skin as she thought
about last night’s fight and tried to shrug it off.
Dean said they would take care of the vamps in the morning and he’d meet her
here after school. She looked up every time the bell over the door rang but her
brother wasn’t here yet. She was glad he didn’t seem to mind being seen hanging
out with his little sister. If they stayed in the room they’d both be able to
drink beer, since any one of Dean’s fake IDs could get him plenty of alcohol,
but Sam had been feeling restless lately and wanted to be out in the world.
Somewhere she could pretend they were normal for a little while. That and she
didn’t want to see Dad just yet. This place was relatively safe from that
angle; “and grill” wasn’t his type of bar.
She shifted on her seat. She still felt warm all over, despite the cool drink.
It was weird, like her skin was a size too small. She fished an ice cube out of
her glass and sucked on it. Her discomfort lessened somewhat, but the chill on
her tongue caused her to squirm for a different reason. The competing
sensations of heat and cold zoomed straight to her crotch. When she realized
she was rocking on the edge of the stool, seeking some kind of pressure on her
clit, she blushed. Nobody was giving her a funny look, though, so she was in
the clear for now, but the need for release was mounting.
Mounting, Sam thought, and choked back a giggle. That was exactly what she was
likely to end up doing with her goddamn chair if she didn’t get some private
time, right now. She quickly finished her drink and beat it to the bathroom to,
well, beat it. This time she couldn’t hold back the laughter that poured out of
her in a giddy rush. Luckily the ladies’ room was empty. She splashed some cool
water on her face at the sink, which sent tingles up her arms and down her neck
instead of helping her calm down. Her eyes looked huge and vague in the mirror.
Only after she had locked a stall door behind her and sagged against it did she
finally allow herself to touch. She got her jeans undone so fast she almost
broke the zipper and shoved her hand into her panties. And oh god, she was
wetter than she could remember ever being. There was an audible squish as her
fingers parted her lips. Remarkably, it only took a few circles around her clit
before she came, biting into her free hand to keep quiet. She must have been
really turned on to come that quickly, but she had no idea why. She hadn’t been
thinking about anything in particular when she’d started feeling aroused at the
bar.
The first orgasm felt good but didn’t completely satisfy her. Her pants and
underwear slid down further to her knees so she could get enough room to push
two fingers up inside her cunt. The wet heat almost felt like it was burning
her skin, still a little cool from the sink. Even that wasn’t enough and she
added a third finger, desperately trying to fill herself up. Unmet need still
prickled her skin, even as she crooked her fingers and pressed against her
sweet spot, rubbed her stiff clit with the heel of her hand. Soon she came
again, shaking, her gasps echoing on the tile around her, but it still wasn’t
enough.
When she pulled her hand out from between her legs, her fingers were absolutely
soaked. She wanted more, but she didn’t know what else she could do. Her tiny
vibrator was back in the room with her stuff. Dean had tossed it at her soon
after she turned thirteen, ruffling her hair and laughing when she turned
bright red, saying she’d be grateful for it soon enough. She’d used it a few
times since then and it felt fine, but it was so loud and she never got the
kind of time to herself where anything but a nearly silent session in the
bathroom or under the covers was a possibility.
Sam stared stupidly at her slick fingers and tried to pull her thoughts
together. Oh, shit. “No, I can’t be,” she whispered, even as she put it all
together. How turned on she was for no reason, how her usual double orgasm
hadn’t even made a dent in her arousal, how her cunt was unusually wet. Omega.
She was going into heat, in a fucking restaurant, all by herself. That was
impossible, though. She was sixteen for god’s sake. When she went through
puberty and neither knot nor heat ever showed, that had decided her as a Beta.
“What the fuck do I do now?” Maybe Dean was here already. He’d know what to do.
Dean always took care of her. She just had to get it together and go back to
the bar and look for him. If he wasn’t there yet, well. She could return to the
motel and wait, in which case she’d have to deal with Dad, or she could try to
pick someone up here, take the edge off, so she could make it through the rest
of the day without exploding. Nice and easy, like she’d seen Dean do so many
times. Of course, she lacked his Alpha mojo, but it wasn’t like she was a
virgin and from what she knew about Omega heats her scent would have already
changed to broadcast that she was available for...breeding. That thought should
not have turned her on even more, triggering another flood of slick that she
could feel all the way back to her ass. Fucking biology. Yes, exactly, and she
doubled over with completely inappropriate giggles.
Finally Sam was able to pull her pants up with shaking hands and struggle
upright. She washed her hands, straightened her shirt, ran her hands through
her hair, stared at herself in the mirror some more. Deep breath. “You can do
this, Sam.”
===============================================================================
Her thighs rubbed together in the most distracting way as she walked back to
the main room, but it was her nose that stopped her in her tracks before she
could return to her seat. She could smell everything. Food in the kitchen and
cleaning solvents on the floor were just the top layer, and the least
interesting one. A dozen other scents wove around her as she tried to sort them
out. The most appealing ones had to be people, her body’s way of leading her to
compatible partners. She scanned the dining area—no Dean, unfortunately—and
tried to match scents to faces. Would someone she normally found attractive
also speak to her Omega drive? Or would scent overpower all other
considerations? She knew that body types varied and it was impossible to pick
out an Alpha or Omega by their looks alone, contrary to myth. Dean was plenty
strong and broad, but frankly pretty all the same. And Sam, manifestly an Omega
by the way her clit zinged when she thought about her Alpha brother, god damn
it, was almost as tall as he and no delicate flower.
It was getting harder to think now that she wasn’t alone, her head spinning
with all the unfamiliar sensations. She needed to choose her strategy before
her hormones made all the decisions for her. Gender politics later, getting
laid now. Drink first, though. She made her way to her seat, folded both hands
around the refilled glass and gulped down the pop, heedless of the bubbles
tickling her nose. She was still so warm. That must be why they called it being
in heat. She snorted at that thought and almost choked on Coke. She would have
to ask Dean if being so fucking easily amused by stupid puns was part of the
process, or if she was just finally losing it.
Turning so she could rest her elbows on the bar behind her, she surveyed her
prospects, inhaling deeply. She made eye contact with a tall guy who looked a
little older than her and had long red hair pulled back into a ponytail, a
curvy woman with long blond hair and a cute nose, and a older man with dark
hair and eyes and an easy laugh. Something about them called to her, but she
wasn’t sure if it was smell or looks or both, just that she wanted and she
wanted now. Her legs seemed to part almost of their own accord. Here went
nothing; if she struck out she could go with option two and brave Dad back at
the motel.
Before she could get up, though, a hand at her elbow and someone crowding into
her space. Stupid, stupid. She’d been so focused on the rest of the room she
hadn’t even seen or heard him come up. Note to self, stay the fuck home next
time. Although if she was this out of it now, she might be able to blame
yesterday’s screw-up on the hormones too.
“Looking for something, sweetheart?” said a smooth voice in her ear, and there
he was, some college dude smirking at her. Her arousal flared a little when she
swayed toward him and caught his scent, but she’d seen the look in his eyes on
the vamp who’d almost gotten her yesterday and that was bad news. That and
she’d declared herself allergic to sleazy frat boys when they’d started hitting
on her and her new breasts at fourteen. Granted, some of her preferred
prospects this afternoon were even older, but it wasn’t really about age per se
but about standards.
“I, I’m not,” she tried, but couldn’t pull away. Her sleeves were still pushed
up after washing her hands and the skin-to-skin contact set her on fire. God
damn hormones.
“You need it bad, don’t you, girl? Even I could smell you from all the way over
there,” he continued. Beta, Sam realized. Her sense of smell definitely hadn’t
been this good yesterday and she guessed that was common for Betas since they
didn’t need specialty sex. She must absolutely reek of heat for this guy to be
able to sniff her out. If only she could clear her head... She knew with her
training she could easily hold her own against the average man, but she
couldn’t seem to override the aching need in her cunt. Was it like this for
every Omega?
“No,” she said as firmly and loudly as she could, in lieu of the coordination
necessary to drop him to the floor.
“She said no, amigo,” a deeper voice sounded behind them. “Leave the young lady
alone.” College guy was suddenly no longer at her side, she noted with relief.
When she swiveled back to thank the newcomer for his intervention, she almost
fell off the stool. He smelled so fucking good that she barely noticed anything
else about him. Abruptly she realized her face was buried in his shirt and
small desperate sounds were coming from her mouth as he ran his fingers through
her hair. She outright moaned and felt a new gush of wetness between her legs
when he gripped the back of her neck and raised her head to look at him.
“Alpha,” she choked out, the difference in his scent finally coming clear to
her.
“Are you here alone?” he asked, nothing but concern in his warm brown eyes. It
was the older man with the nice laugh she’d seen earlier. She shook her head,
then nodded, then shrugged.
“Want—need—I don’t—” she stammered.
His brow furrowed. “What are you doing out here by yourself like this? Shhhh,
shhh, take it easy,” and he just stroked her hair until she was able to calm
down a little.
“I’m, it’s my first, I didn’t know, I thought I was a Beta, half an hour ago I
just got so warm and I—”
“Dios mio, girl. Do you have a mate? Someone who can walk you through this? I
don’t smell a claim on you.”
“No. No. It’s just my brother and my dad and they’re not here yet. I need...I
need...”
“Do you want some help? Hey, look at me, focus, you’re safe.” He gently grasped
her chin and steadied her face until she met his eyes full on. Slowly the sense
that she was drowning in them lessened, as did his intoxicating scent. “There
we go, cariño. My name is Carlos. I can help you but you need to be able to
tell me that’s what you want.”
“I tossed that other asshole out,” came another man’s voice while Sam thought
about that, and the redhead’s face appeared at the back of the little group.
“How’s the kid doing?”
“I’m not a kid!” she managed indignantly.
The redhead put his hands up. “Sure, okay.” Sam really liked his smile, and
really wanted to suck it off his face.
“Her first heat came on unexpectedly,” Carlos explained, still stroking her
hair.
“No wonder her scent’s so strong. What’s your name? I’m Will.”
“Sam. You smell so good.” Her hand flew to her mouth. “I’m sorry, I don’t know
what I’m doing.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re going to be pretty loopy for a few days.” Will
put his hand on her arm and and she swallowed. Her head was relatively clear
for the moment, but she still felt the heat coursing through her body. The need
for touch, for skin and sweat, to be filled, was nearly overwhelming. Will
pressed closer, nuzzling along her neck, and his heady Alpha scent surrounded
her. She groaned and leaned into him.
“Sirs, miss, you can’t just mate on the damn bar. I have to ask you to leave.”
The bartender, she guessed, but she was barely paying attention as Carlos
snarled at him over her head and Will bit down on her neck.
“Sam, please focus,” Carlos said. “I need a yes or I need to get out of here
because I won’t be able to hold back much longer.”
She thought about the need crackling under her skin; she thought about waiting
alone in the motel room until Dad came back from the hunt to yell at her and
get drunk; she thought about the intoxicating new scent of Alpha; she thought
about just wanting to be normal for once; she thought about finally fulfilling
the desperate desire swirling low in her belly; she thought about Dean and her
childish crush on him.
“Please, please, yes, I want to feel your knot, both of you, please, I need, I
need—”
***** First Knot *****
Chapter Summary
     She had a moment to marvel at what a relief it was for her body to
     simply make the decision to obey, on instinct with none of the
     second-guessing and arguing that so plagued her family relationships
     lately.
Chapter Notes
     I'll be away this weekend so I figured I'd sit down and finally
     hammer the last chunk of this into submission and get it out to you
     patient people. I'm so touched by those of you who subscribed to get
     this chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
At her words, Will growled against her skin and tightened his grip. Suddenly
Sam was crushed between the two Alphas, Carlos parting her legs to crowd
against her front and Will pressing himself against her back.
"You'll be a chikorita buena for us, won't you Sam?" Carlos muttered as he slid
his nose along her neck and up into her hair, scenting her deeply. She tilted
her head to bare her neck further, making her submission clear, but there was
something...
"Did you just call me a Pokemon?"
Carlos froze. He pulled back from her slightly and cleared his throat. "Uh.
Just my little joke. People don't usually notice."
Will started laughing and dropped his forehead against her shoulder. He had a
nice laugh too, though not as deep as Carlos', and the way his chest vibrated
against her back felt surprisingly good. She joined in, giggling helplessly as
Carlos continued to look embarrassed. Sam took pity on him, squeezed her thighs
against his hips encouragingly and ran her hands up his chest. Finally a rueful
smile appeared on his face and she grinned back. At least, until a hand in her
hair yanked her head to the side once more.
She had a moment to marvel at what a relief it was for her body to simply make
the decision to obey, on instinct with none of the second-guessing and arguing
that so plagued her family relationships lately. Then Will's teeth sank deep
into her shoulder. At first she panicked—stupid, stupid, what if these were
vampires come back to finish her off and she'd been so blinded by lust she'd
missed the signs—until she realized he had not broken the skin and his teeth
only had the normal elongated canines of an Alpha and not the vampire's hidden
row of fangs. The bite would leave a mark, but not a permanent claim. She
grinned smugly at the thought that Dean wouldn't be able to treat her like his
baby sister after today, not sporting a bruise that clearly came from sex
instead of hunting.
Sam shifted on her perch. Her jeans were already soaked and the two men had
barely touched her. Will was already hard, and she decided she liked the
feeling of him pressed up against her back, his cock rubbing along the cleft of
her ass. She could feel equal arousal from Carlos as she rocked against his
groin. Sam's need overwhelmed her then and she keened low in her throat. She
needed to be taken, and fucked, and knotted, and claimed, and she needed it
now.
"We'll take care of you, don't you worry, pretty little girl." Will drew out
the final word in a growl as he fumbled with her zipper with one hand, the
other gripping the base of her neck possessively. She slid off the barstool to
make everything a little easier to reach and her feet had barely touched the
ground before Will had her pants open and shoved down her thighs. The sudden
feeling of cool air against her damp crotch startled a gasp out of her. Will
held her firmly against his chest while Carlos yanked her boots off and whisked
her jeans away. She'd need those back at some point, but for now all her
attention was focused on getting as much skin contact as possible with the two
Alphas.
Even without her boots Sam was of a height with Will, so she easily ground her
ass against his cock, still trapped in his pants. On some level she knew she
was making it more difficult for him to get it out and in her, but logical
concerns weren't exactly at the forefront of her mind just then. Sam kissed
Carlos for the first time with her legs wrapped around his hips, shamelessly
rutting against him, still in her panties. Will gave her the same treatment
from behind, cursing under his breath when his own zipper decided to be
stubborn. A weird shimmying motion and a new line of heat along her crack told
her he'd given up and just pulled his dick out through however much of an
opening he'd achieved before the zipper stuck. She could feel her cunt
clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled.
Will whispered hotly in her ear while she opened her mouth for Carlos' tongue.
"You want us to take turns? Or you want both of us at once? You're so wet and
eager, I bet you could take both of us. You want a knot in your cunt and
another in your ass? All full up with Alpha dick from both sides?" Sam cried
out at how good that sounded, though somehow the idea had never occurred to her
before.
Carlos chased after her mouth and she moaned into his when he pulled her soaked
panties aside and his fingers found her clit. The pads of them didn't even
catch on her sensitive flesh, she was so wet. Two fingers stroked up and down
her inner lips while his other fingers smoothed over the soft hair that covered
the rest of her pussy. The sensation almost tickled and she squirmed against
his hand, which only had the effect of pushing him further into her. Having
someone else's fingers inside her was already so much better than her hurried
orgasms in the bathroom earlier. Sam would probably lose her mind when she
finally got their cocks in her. And it had better be soon, damn it.
Another pair of fingers joined Carlos' from behind her, swirling through her
juices, pinching her lips together and rubbing them against her clit. "Fuck,
yes," she breathed, but hesitated when Will's fingers started to draw her slick
backwards across her perineum. She might be all aboard the train to coming her
brains out, but she still didn't really know these men and, well, she'd never
had anything in her ass before. "Wait, Will, I..."
His hand stopped, but his body shook with the effort of keeping still. "What?
Sam, do you not want anymore because I can, I can, I mean I can try," and he
choked on a deep breath and started to pull his hand away. Sam slid down Carlos
to rest her feet on the floor, and his hand fell away from her too. She turned
to kiss Will, both to reassure him and to try to clear her head.
"No, I just, I've never, and I don't..."
"Hey darling, nervous? Will these help?" A new voice sounded and Sam looked up
in surprise. The curvy Alpha woman she had noticed before stood nearby, holding
out a bundle of brightly colored plastic. As the woman drew nearer it turned to
be packets of gloves and condoms. She smiled at Sam's confusion. "I'm Lainie,
and I'm mated. You smell amazing, believe me, but I don't feel the draw quite
as much as these two idiots." Lainie's smile changed from non-threatening to
fond when she looked at Will and Carlos. Sam guessed Lainie knew them from
somewhere, or maybe they were all regulars here. "I'm also a nurse. You don't
have to do anything you don't want to, even with your heat on this strong. But
if you do want, barriers will help, especially if you're not planning on
breeding or bonding here. There are pills for after but prevention's the surer
course, I always say." Lainie winked and inhaled deeply as Sam took the
supplies.
"Thanks," Sam said, feeling steadier, and tipped one side of her mouth up.
Lainie chucked her under the chin like a cute puppy on the street, and Sam
wanted to resent it but having another Alpha's hand on her just made her
lightheaded instead. She swayed closer and Lainie backed away, shaking her
head.
"Oh no. You're sweet, you really are, but I've got my own sweet Omega waiting
at home for me. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go fuck his brains out.
Enjoy." She brought two fingers to her forehead in a jaunty salute as she left
and Sam, Carlos and Will just stared after her for a minute.
"So. I think one of those gloves has my name on it, yeah?" Will smiled at Sam
and she rubbed her face against his roughened cheek with a small needy noise.
She set the small pile of nitrile and latex on the bar and Will pulled on a
glove, snapping the wrist in a way that made her think of hands slapping
against skin, and shiver. Carlos grabbed one for himself and she gave him a
grateful look over her shoulder.
Carlos struck a pose with his gloved hand. "Michael Jackson, yes?"
"Oh for fuck's sake," the bartender said and thunked his head against the wall.
Apparently he'd given up on kicking them out but the latest developments were
just too much for his punny bone. At that thought Sam couldn't hold in her
laughter anymore and giggled against Carlos' mouth as she turned around and
refocused on the very important task of getting well fucked.
This time when Will coated his fingers in her slick and stroked back over her
ass to press against her hole, she wiggled encouragingly. Carlos took the
opportunity to slide two fingers inside her pussy and stroke her sweet spot.
Quickly sinking back into the haze of her heat, she couldn't really make out
any of the words Will murmured into her ear except "relax." Each man's bare
hand was shoved up under her shirt, her bra straps hanging undone, Carlos
pulling at one nipple and Will squeezing her other breast. The overwhelming
desperation brought on by the heat began to mellow into more a more comfortable
level of arousal with the stimulation and the promise of more. She let some of
her constant tension go, and their arms supported her.
Sam growled as one of Will’s fingers eased into her ass. It was one of the
strangest sensations she’d ever experienced, Will and Carlos moving against
each other through her own flesh…but good. Really good. She rocked between
them, warmth rapidly tightening inside her, “Oh, fuck, I’m so close,” she
managed to gasp out before Carlos brushed her clit with his thumb and she was
coming. Both men reflexively clutched harder at her breasts and her eyes rolled
back in her head. She growled again when the orgasm rippling through her still
wasn’t enough to slake her heat.
“More, I need more, please…” Her words trailed off into a groan when Carlos
took away his fingers. With a crinkle, a tearing sound, and a fluid pinch and
roll, though, he prepared to replace them with something that promised to be
more filling. Sam’s breath hitched and she steadied herself to be entered, but
Carlos just held his cock with one hand and rubbed the covered head against her
clit. Will chose that moment to slide another finger in behind her, stretching
her open, getting her ready to take him, and the thought of how much Alpha dick
she would soon have in her was enough to send her over the edge again. She
howled through her fourth orgasm of the afternoon, dropping her head back to
rest on Will’s shoulder. Carlos took the opportunity offered to nibble along
her bared throat as he continued to slide his dick everywhere around her cunt
except in it, where she wanted it right goddamn now.
“Carlos if you don’t fuck me this instant I swear—” and then every delicious
inch of his cock was inside her. “Oh, god.” Carlos was mumbling into her neck
in Spanish and Sam thought it sounded like the rosary, and she’d have to giggle
about the whole thing later because at the moment she was otherwise occupied
trying to wrap her legs back around his waist to get the perfect angle. When
she found it they both hissed.
“I’m not going to last long, cuchura.”
“You better not.”
Will laughed at that, a soft huff of breath on her shoulder. His cock was still
naked and hard against the swell of her ass, and she could feel the wet trail
it left across her skin every time they moved. The knowledge of that soon faded
into the heady swirl of her desire as Carlos started to thrust in earnest. It
took even less time than Sam expected for her pussy to begin feeling too tight,
too small for the cock pounding into her, especially with Will’s fingers still
working in her ass.
“Oh, oh god, your knot, that’s your knot.”
“Si querida, no te preocupes, I will make you feel so good mi angel, tu me
vuelves loca.”
As his knot swelled, it rubbed her sweet spot ever more insistently, ramping up
her pleasure until she could hardly stand it. Finally, finally, she felt Carlos
go still against her and groan into her shoulder, and she thought about his
come spilling inside her and how he’d be stuck there, tied to her, while Will
worked his own cock into her ass, and she was just about to come again when
somewhere nearby a door slammed and—
“Just what the fresh hell is going on here?”
Oh shit. Dean.
Chapter End Notes
     I don't speak Spanish at all, so any mistakes there are Google's
     fault.
     Thanks to Crosswords for the conversation about wanting to see more
     safer sex in fic that got me past the major writer's block keeping me
     from getting this chapter done for so long. When stuck, just add
     condom fairy!
***** First Mate *****
Chapter Summary
     His eyes were very green. She had known they were green her whole
     life, but it was like she was seeing them clearly for the first time.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sam mulled on the fact that her life was over. Dean had arrived at the
restaurant, taken one look at the scene starring his little sister, grimly
extricated her from between the two Alphas, yanked her pants most of the way up
and thrown her over his shoulder. Carlos had been too dazed to muster much
protest, Will too confused. Now her head dangled at Dean’s lower back, but all
the blood rushing to her head instead of her crotch was sadly not helping her
think. The problem was her brother smelled way too good. He must have put in a
workout taking down the nest of vampires because his shirt was somewhat damp
and clinging to him and the scent of his sweat was driving her mad. She shifted
experimentally, but her legs were firmly clamped in Dean’s strong arm.
“Oh no you don’t,” came his low-voiced growl. “What were you even thinking,
Sammy?”
“That I needed to get laid,” she mumbled into his back. “Like, really needed.
I’m as surprised as you are, I swear.”
Dean stopped walking, and she heard a door unlocking. They must be back at the
motel. Had Dean carried her like this all the way through town, with her jeans
still hanging half off her? The thought didn’t bother her as much as it
probably should have.
“Guess what, being in heat’s a bitch.” Sam managed to hold in her giggles for
approximately three seconds and then laughed so hard she choked. She was still
laughing when Dean dumped her unceremoniously on her bed. The look on his face
brought her up short. She couldn’t read the emotions in it like she usually
could. He was angry all right, but there was something else she couldn’t place.
“Do you have any idea,” he started, but trailed off, staring at her.
“It’s not like it was my first time,” she said, which was technically true but
the circumstances were definitely new.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because he was suddenly right
there, in her space. “What do you mean, not your first? Who touched you? Where
was I?”
“Jeez, Dean, it was a few towns ago. This girl in my class asked me out. I
didn’t think it was any of your business. And anyway, you were preoccupied with
Courtney whatserface at the time.”
He frowned, his face so close to hers that her eyes crossed a little to keep
him in focus. His eyes were very green. She had known they were green her whole
life, but it was like she was seeing them clearly for the first time.
“By the way, it’s really rude to interrupt someone in the middle of a tie. I
didn’t even get to feel it properly. Or say thank you or anything.” Sam rolled
her eyes, hoping to break a little of the tension.
“What the hell happened back there?”
“You can’t smell it—me? I’m not a Beta anymore, I guess.” She shrugged
uncomfortably. She didn’t want to disappoint him with the news. Dad would be
pissed but she didn’t care about that, Dad was always pissed about something.
Dean, she needed in her corner.
“Sammy…” Dean said, and breathed a warm sigh in her face. “Do you have any idea
how good you smell?”
“What—” she began but Dean had closed the distance and kissed her. She had the
wherewithal to think, Wow, I didn’t know hallucinations were a side effect of
heat, before she was kissing him back, and then little else mattered anymore.
She moaned into his mouth and clutched at his neck. Her kisses with Will and
Carlos earlier had been very good, but kissing Dean awakened something deep
inside her.
“Shit,” he muttered and turned his face away, but his forehead rested against
hers still. “I shouldn’t, this isn’t—”
“God, Dean, you can’t kiss me like that and just stop. I have needs, you know.”
She tried for puppy eyes.
“Yeah, I heard. Something about a knot, was it?” Suddenly she was on her back
with Dean’s warm weight blanketing her. Her jeans were still around her thighs
so she couldn’t spread her legs like she wanted to, but she rubbed against him
anyway. She could feel the bulge in his pants and her head swam at the thought
that it was for her.
Dean held one of her wrists above her head and scrabbled at her pants, shoving
them down another few inches until she could kick them to her ankles and part
her knees for him. His belt buckle dug into her tummy and his zipper pressed
roughly against her crotch and it still wasn’t enough. With her free hand, she
went for his belt and finally got his jeans open. Now it was his cock pressed
against her and it felt so warm she almost couldn’t bear it.
“Be in me. Please? Please.” Sam wiggled against him, the motel bedspread rough
against her ass.
“Sammy, you gotta be sure.”
“I am sure. Get in me already.” She couldn’t help the whine entering her voice.
He was taking so long to get to the fucking and it wasn’t fair and—she let out
another moan as he deftly adjusted himself and entered her.
“Fuck, Sam, you’re so fucking wet.”
“That’s how it—oh—works, dummy.”
He kissed her thoroughly to shut her up and she took the hint, clenching her
thighs around his hips instead as he rocked into her. Each thrust sent shivers
up her body and they panted together. It didn’t take long before she felt his
cock swelling inside her, his strokes becoming shallower and his breath faster.
Her own orgasm took her by surprise, not a steep crest like usual but instead a
low swell, and she keened and shook. A few moments later, Dean bit down on the
base of her neck and the delicious pain of it seemed to break her heat. Her
head started to clear a little just as she felt the first rush of his come
pulse inside her. She hummed in satisfaction; her body wouldn’t be letting go
of him any time soon.
Dean lapped at the bite mark he had left and raised his head, looking as
pleased as a cat. Sam tried to remember her sex ed classes. She’d stopped
paying as much attention when she thought she’d turned out to be a Beta, and
there was something about mating and marks that just wouldn’t quite come to
mind...oh well. She took inventory of what she did know: half-dressed, newly
minted Omega, drunk on hormones and endorphins, tied with her brother.
She started giggling again and sighed contentedly. “Dad’s gonna kill us.”
Chapter End Notes
     Three years later... :O I literally hadn't written any fiction at all
     in the last two years, but maybe I'll be able to get back into it
     now. Thanks for your patience!
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