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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, Wincest_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Wincest_-_Freeform, Weecest, Age_Swap, Teen!Dean, teen!Sam, Alpha!Dean,
      omega!Sam, top!dean, Bottom!Sam, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating
      Cycles/In_Heat, Self-Lubrication, Knotting, Anal_Fisting
  Series:
      Part 2 of A_Curse_and_A_Blessing
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-01 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 10341
****** Take Me Down with You ******
by WevyrDove
Summary
     After that one perfect night in the tent, Sam wonders how Dean feels
     about him.
     Sequel to "If You Love Something, Set it Free"
Notes
     This was a story that was originally intended for the Wincest Big
     Bang Challenge 2016.
     Life has been crazy and I haven't had a chance to write much fanfic
     recently. I appreciate that I still have readers, and I do see your
     kudos and comments. I hope to respond to them all soon. During my
     hiatus from fanfic, I have been working on a few short stories for
     publication. Yes, thanks to your support and encouragement I had the
     confidence to give it a try.
     I am happy to announce that in August I published a short story in
     ebook format, "A New Kitchen and More" under the pen name of Luca
     Domani. You can check it out at amazon or at MLRbooks. I really
     appreciate it! also, as you know, fanfic is free, so this is a great
     way to support your local fanfic writer :D!
     So that's where I've been. I hope you enjoy this story, and thanks
     for reading as always.
     Love,
     WevyrDove
***** Chapter 1 *****
Sam was the older brother. He was the one that was supposed to look after Dean.
Fate had been cruel to curse him with his omega nature, while blessing Dean as
an alpha. Things were bad enough as it was, and now they were even worse; Sam
and Dean were compatible.
Once upon a time, Sam’s weakness had almost destroyed both their lives. The
first time it happened, they were on their annual family trip to the cabin by
the lake. Sam should have refused when Dean suggested they camp out in the tent
under the stars as they had always done every year. That night they had ignored
the stars, and instead Sam joined with his brother in the desperate haze of
hormones and desire. They had been one bite away from the ruin of their
futures. John suspected that something had happened that night, but he chose
not to confront them, short of catching them in the act. Sam could only guess
at how much his father knew, but the precautions and efforts he took to keep
them separate made it clear that John wasn’t taking any chances of it happening
again.
Only John didn’t succeed as well as he thought.
 …
The morning after, Sam slipped out of the tent before Dean woke, his anxiety
and heartache keeping him awake as he waited for Dean’s knot to subside. He
hadn’t meant to prolong the joining, but he just hadn’t been able to resist
rocking against his brother. Dean didn’t wake, even when Sam jerked against
him, biting his own arm so he wouldn’t scream as he came. He felt Dean’s knot
swell again, locking them together. Part of him desperately wanted to stay
joined with Dean forever, to let Dean mark him. It was easy to think he could
let Dean take the decision out of his hands. But even in the throes of his
heat, Sam would always be thinking of Dean first. He loved Dean too much to
ruin his future. John would disown him, and Dean would be a pariah in the alpha
community.  
He was terrified of John finding out that his heat had started already,
thinking that there was no way they could hide it from their father. His father
would smell it; he was an alpha too. And then he would be looking for signs of
what had happened between Sam and Dean. Maybe Sam could pretend that his heat
hadn’t started yet, that he had just started getting the symptoms that
announced the impending cycle: cramping and irritability, a tenderness and
oversensitivity of his skin, and a low fever. Heat induced coupling wasn’t
unheard in families that had an alpha and omega close in age, especially if
they weren’t physically separated during the omega’s heats. Most parents chose
to look the other way, as long as it was a passing thing. Sam wasn’t sure how
John would react though. He was already deeply disappointed that Sam was an
omega, as if it was something his son had control over, rather than the poor
hand that genetics had dealt him. Even stronger than any fear of how John might
react was the despair that Sam felt in knowing that he was in love with Dean
and couldn’t act on it. To mate with a relative was strictly forbidden.
Sam went to the outdoor shower, and shivered under the cold water; it was early
in the morning and the sun-warmed water in the reservoir had cooled overnight.
He scrubbed hard, needing to remove every trace of his brother’s scent. John
had a keen nose, and he’d definitely smell everything. Sam would need to tell
Dean to do the same. But even as Sam diligently ran the washcloth over his
body, the images of the previous night played through his head, and he found
himself wanting Dean so badly again.
The only thing he had was his fingers (he thought wistfully of his fake knot at
home), but he spread himself open easily, his slick running down his thighs and
mingling with the water. The cold temperature did nothing to dull the ache
between his legs; nothing short of being possessed by an alpha could. As he
fucked himself, he remembered how Dean’s knot had felt, how his brother had
filled him so completely and fully. He didn’t even need to touch his cock, the
memory was sent him over as he plunged his fingers in deep. He stifled his
moan, a quiet grunt escaping his lips instead, his walls clenching around his
hand. There was no way he would be able to stay the rest of the weekend here,
not if while the heat had a hold of him. He wouldn’t be able to resist Dean. He
was already getting hard again, his slick a constant flow of need. He let
himself come once more. This time he was unable to bite back the cry, as he
braced himself against the wall, using both hands to try and cram as many
fingers as he could inside his greedy hole. His legs were weak as he shut the
water off and grabbed the towel to dry himself off.
Sam tiptoed into the cabin, clad only in his towel. He couldn’t put his clothes
from last night back on, they were soaked with his sweat and slick, and covered
with Dean’s scent. Sam hoped he could just grab his bag and scribble a note
while he was fresh from the shower and the scent of his heat was minimal. His
father was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee though, and he
gave Sam a long scrutinizing look which made his cheeks heat up.
“Everything alright, Sammy?” John asked, one of his eyebrows raised. “I figured
you boys would be sleeping in this morning.”
Sam coughed and shrugged. “I- I think maybe I need to go home. I’ve been having
cramps.”
“Come here, boy.” John commanded, and Sam shuffled toward his father
reluctantly. His father put his hand over Sam’s forehead. Sam felt the puff of
John’s breath on his face, and hoped that whatever he smelled, it wasn’t too
much. John’s scent was overwhelmingly strong to Sam right now – it was like old
leather and smoke and it didn’t have the same effect as Dean’s scent did on
him. John’s scent made Sam feel submission, but also fear, even when he wasn’t
trying to hide something from his father.
“You feel hotter than usual.” John acknowledged, but otherwise he didn’t
comment. He gave Sam another searching look, and Sam tried to school his face
into a blank expression. He was certain that John could see through his lie,
but even his fear of his father wasn’t enough to prevent the slick that was
already starting to trickle down Sam’s thigh again. Sam clamped his legs
together, praying that John would just let him get dressed and get going.
It felt like the longest moment of his life as John picked up his coffee and
sipped while Sam stood awkwardly in his towel, starting to shiver with cold as
well as fear, waiting to be dismissed.  Finally, his father put the mug back
down.
“Get dressed.” He said brusquely. “I’ll drive you home.”
Sam tried not to collapse with relief. He nodded and walked to the room he
shared with Dean. He closed the door behind him and sucked in a breath, his
heart thumping hard. He scrambled to get dressed, and felt better once he was
clothed and had a pad in place. He knew that John probably smelled his anxiety,
but that was infinitely preferable to the alternative. He was counting on his
fear to keep his heat in control during the drive home. It was about a half an
hour. Surely he could keep it together for that long. He also hoped that Dean
would be able to get cleaned up while John was gone. The thought of Dean still
drenched in Sam’s scent and a layer of his dried slick and cum made Sam’s knees
buckle with desire, and he had to steady himself with a hand on the wall. In
the next moment, anguish squeezed his heart; he thought about Dean waking
without him and feeling abandoned. Or worse, waking and feeling disgust and
remorse for what had happened the night before.
As much as he wanted to talk to Dean, he also dreaded it. Now he wouldn’t have
to face Dean right away. John was already in the Impala waiting, a cigarette
between his lips, the windows open. For once Sam was grateful for John’s habit;
the smoke as well as the rush of air would help mask the scent of his heat. Sam
slung his bag into the back and sat down in the passenger seat. They had been
driving in silence for a few minutes, and Sam was finally relaxing slightly,
when John spoke up.
“You boys up late last night?” John asked casually. He blew a ream of smoke out
the side of his mouth, not looking at Sam. “You look tired.” He commented, his
eyes still on the road.
“Uh, there were a lot of stars.” Sam explained lamely. The fear returned full
force, and he wished he hadn’t accepted a ride from his father, although there
wasn’t an easy way to get home otherwise.
“Huh.” John said after a beat. “It looked pretty cloudy to me when I went to
bed.”
Sam started to sweat. “Cleared up later.” He lied. He had no idea what the sky
had looked like that night, he was too busy looking at his brother. He hoped
John wouldn’t say more.
Sam squeezed his thighs together tightly. He was sure that even with the
cigarette and the fresh air streaming through the windows, that John could
scent his guilt and fear. He braced himself for more questions.
But his father said nothing else for the remainder of the drive, but Sam
huddled against the window, calculating how many minutes were left as they
passed the familiar exits.
…
Sam was shaky and even more exhausted by the time they pulled up to the house.
He wanted to burst out the car door, but he made himself stay calm and walk to
the front door. It was too much to hope that John wouldn’t be coming in, but he
fervently prayed that his father wouldn’t stay long.
Sam went into his bedroom, wanting nothing more than to finally sleep after the
long night and morning, but he waited for John to leave. He removed his shoes
and got in bed, his eyes were drifting closed when John appeared at the
doorway.
“Heading back.” John said tersely. “You gonna be ok?”
“Yeah.” Sam said, struggling to sit up. “Thanks for the ride.”
John shrugged. “We’ll be back in a few days. Hopefully you’re feeling better by
then.”
“Ok.” Sam replied. He knew John meant that Sam better be over his heat by then.
John didn’t bother to come in the room to say goodbye, but he gave Sam another
searching look from where he stood at the door.
“Looks like you made it just in time.” John nodded.
Sam’s heart jumped, but he made himself nod. “Yeah. Looks like.” He agreed
weakly.
***** Chapter 2 *****
The next few days passed in a haze of need. With the house to himself, Sam
shamelessly went through Dean’s clothes, wearing them and enfolding himself in
Dean’s scent. He slept in Dean’s bed, jerked off in it. He took the dildo with
the fake knot out and fucked himself on it all day, not bothering to suppress
his moans as he came over and over again. He had a lot of laundry to do.
But it wasn’t enough, now that he knew what a real knot felt like. Now that he
knew what Dean felt like. He let himself fantasize about Dean coming back
without John, for them to have a couple of days just locked together in
ecstasy. He slept fitfully, sometimes not bothering to remove the dildo before
he woke and rocked himself on it once more. He lost count of how many times he
orgasmed. Sam decided he would have to start his suppressants as soon as his
heat was over. It was too risky to wait.
The night before John and Dean returned, Sam’s heat broke. He did the laundry
and cleaned things up as best he could. He was anxious about seeing Dean again;
this would be the first time they had seen each other since their night in the
tent. Sam was afraid of how things would be between them now. What if Dean
hated him, or found him disgusting? Sam wouldn’t be able to bear it. Yet if
Dean acted like nothing had happened between them, that would be just as
heartbreaking.
Sam was checking the bedroom again, making sure he hadn’t missed a stray item
of clothing or a dirty washcloth, when he heard the Impala pull into the
driveway. Sam immediately tensed with anticipation. He had missed Dean so much.
He tried not to seem overeager as he went to open the front door for John and
Dean. He watched Dean slid out of the passenger side of the car and came up the
walkway, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and carrying a small duffel. Sam bit
his lip as he admired the lines of his brother’s body, the way the clothes
strained now in places where Dean had become more muscular since he had
manifested as alpha. The slam of the driver’s side door, snapped Sam out of his
trance, as he watched John coming up behind Dean.
He tried to be casual as Dean and John came into the house, but he was almost
overwhelmed by how good his brother smelled to him. The lingering scents on the
sheets and clothes had been nothing compared to the raw musk that emanated from
Dean. Sam felt himself stirring, desire returning, but not in full force. It
didn’t help matters that Dean gave Sam a tight hug as soon as they saw each
other. Sam saw the disapproving look on John’s face as they broke away. In lieu
of a greeting, John had handed Sam a small white paper bag. He avoided Sam’s
eyes and then grunted about unloading the car and went back outside.
Dean went to their room and Sam trailed after, standing awkwardly in the
doorway. He saw Dean looking suspiciously at his bed, and realized his mistake.
Dean never made his bed, and the sheets were rarely washed or changed.
“What did you do?” Dean growled, running his palm over the smooth bedspread.
His nostrils flared. “Jesus. I can smell it.”
Sam’s breath hitched, his need suddenly spiking as he watched Dean sniffing at
his sheets. A whine escaped his throat and he found himself automatically
drawing closer to his brother. “Nothing, Dean.”
“Right.” Dean looked at Sam with pure lust, and Sam wanted to drop to his
knees. He would do anything Dean wanted right now.
“Fucking slut.” Dean whispered and Sam whimpered involuntarily. His gaze was
burned on Sam’s body, even as they both struggled to keep their composure.
“Dean…” Sam breathed, the wave of desire making him feel lightheaded. Wasn’t
his heat over?
The bang of the screen door that jolted them both out of their trance. John had
brought in a bunch of their gear. “You lazy shits gonna help me with this
stuff, or what?” John called, his tone half threat half joke.
The brothers exchanged a desperate look, but then Dean left the room, and went
to help his father unload the car. Sam sat down heavily on the edge of his bed,
putting his head into his hands. Sam thought his heat was done, but seeing and
scenting Dean again made him feel like it was happening all over again. This
wasn’t the desire brought on by a heat. This was the type of desire that could
be controlled, or should be controlled. This was a want for someone that he
wished could be his mate. Someone he loved.
Sam remembered what he had said in the dark of the night, while Dean slept on,
oblivious to Sam’s declaration of love. He felt intense relief that his brother
had no regrets and still wanted him now. But aside from their mutual lust, he
didn’t know how Dean felt. Just because his brother had no problem knotting
him, didn’t mean he wanted more than that. If they mated outside of Sam’s heat,
Sam would know that he hadn’t picked his brother just out of desperation and
circumstances. He could excuse what had happened in the tent and blame it on
his heat; if it happened again, he could only blame himself.
…
When Sam finally emerged from the room, John and Dean had finished unloading
the truck. Through the window, Sam could see Dean in the driveway, washing off
the car. Soon after Dean had manifested as an alpha, John promised the car to
him when he got his license. Dean had quickly become obsessed, even though it
would be a couple more years before he could drive, he worked hard at keeping
the car spotless and gleaming. The day was hot and Dean had already stripped
off his shirt as he hosed down the Impala, inevitably wetting himself with the
spray. Sam had to look away before the desire he had had just tamped down rose
again.
John came in just as Sam turned from the window.  His mouth set in a tight line
of disapproval as he regarded his elder son. Sam had opened the bag his father
had given him after Dean went outside. Sam pulled out a plastic orange bottle
with white lid, full of large white oblong pills: his suppressants. It was
confirmation that his father suspected what had already happened and he didn’t
want to take any chances. The desperation of an inexperienced alpha scenting a
wet omega was a liability for all of them.
“I think you should start taking them now.” John said curtly.
Sam blushed and nodded, unable to meet his father’s eyes. Had John talked to
Dean about what had happened? Did Dean confess to John? He didn’t think his
father would bring it up directly; that wasn’t John’s style. Sam wondered what
had passed between the two alphas at the lake while Sam was at home struggling
through his heat alone. Since Dean had presented as alpha, John had not
bothered with hiding his preference for his younger son. Sam was used to being
the lesser son, but it hurt to have the differences between his father’s
affection for his sons paraded in front of him so blatantly. Most of the time
John ignored Sam, only including him as an afterthought. The night before Sam
left, John had cooked burgers on the rusty outdoor grill. Sam and Dean were
drinking soda, but when John brought out the beer, he offered one to Dean. It
was hardly his first time having alcohol, but it was the first time his father
had given one to him. He was about to take a sip when he noticed that John
hadn’t offered one to Sam as well.
“Dad.” Dean said meaningfully. He wasn’t oblivious to John’s favoritism. “You
forgot to give one to Sam.”
His father grunted and reluctantly fished another one out of the cooler and
handed it to Sam.
“Thanks.” Sam said, feeling embarrassed but also grateful that Dean had
demanded that Sam be included.
It was little things like this that stabbed his heart more than the obvious
disdain John had for his omega status. But even beyond that, it was the fact
that his little brother saw it too and tried to stand up for him.
For the thousandth time, Sam wished he had was an alpha.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Sam had two of the large pills in one hand, rolling them between his fingers.
Their size made him shudder. He hated taking pills, and these were horse-sized.
They always seemed to get stuck in his throat, painfully making their way down
his esophagus during the course of the day.
I’ll start tomorrow, he thought, putting them back in the bottle. He placed the
bottle in his nightstand drawer.
Sam knew John was right that he should start the medications as soon as
possible, but he wasn’t in heat anymore and he thought he could handle things.
They had slept in the same room that night, and Sam had tossed and turned, his
nose full of Dean’s scent. He was also awake and alert, worried but also hoping
that Dean wouldn’t be able to resist climbing into bed with him. It was both a
disappointment and relief when Dean fell asleep right away. Sam remembered how
good it had felt to climb on his brother’s cock and fuck himself while Dean
slept away the morning in the tent. If he had been in heat, he would have done
it already, but he wasn’t, and he knew the consequences. He avoided touching
himself, but that didn’t stop him from rutting against the mattress. He came in
his shorts, muffling his cry with his pillow.
The next morning, Sam slept late. Dean was loud as he puttered around the room
getting ready, but Sam pulled the covers over his head and tried to ignore him.
He couldn’t resist a peek though, and caught a glimpse of bare ass in the
moment between Dean dropping his towel and sliding his boxers on. Dean was
headed to the town center with some friends, for a day of basketball and
swimming. Sam wasn’t invited. Dean had stopped asking Sam along soon after his
brother had presented as omega. Omegas didn’t hang out with alphas, especially
if there were a group of them. Sam had met some of Dean’s friends before, and
they had all appraised him, scenting him and leering at him. They wouldn’t say
anything in front of Dean, but Sam knew what they were thinking. They respected
Dean so they had left him alone, but Sam knew what would have happened if Dean
hadn’t protected him.
As soon as Dean left, Sam rolled out of bed. He peeled off his sticky briefs
and shorts and went into the shower. He decided he should start sleeping in the
office, which was across the hallway from their bedroom. It was the smallest
room in the house; more like a glorified closet, and it was filled with clutter
and a small desk and outdated computer, but it could easily be cleaned up and
then there would be enough room for Sam’s bed. Sam and Dean were getting old
for sharing a bedroom when there was an extra bit of space.
Sam decided it would be his project for the day. He knew Dean would have
protested if Sam had mentioned moving into the other room, and then offered to
help. His father would approve, but Sam didn’t want John’s help either. It was
uncomfortable whenever he had to spend time with his father, even when Dean was
there. When it was just the two of them, Sam wished he could be anywhere else
in the world. As he went through the room, sorting stuff into a keep pile and a
junk pile, he couldn’t help thinking of what had happened when he first
manifested as an omega.
…
He had watched his friends mature, and wondered why he was still so thin, why
he had less hair on his legs and arms. They joked around him easily, saying he
was practically a girl. Sam laughed it off, but he prayed every night that he
would wake up tomorrow with the tell tale signs of an alpha. He knew John was
impatient, wondering why it was taking so long for his older son to go through
puberty. It had happened for him when he was only 12, he would brag and then
narrow his eyes at Sam, who was already 15 and looked a couple years younger.
And then the unthinkable happened. He had woken in the night, his pants soaked.
He was mortified, thinking he had wet the bed. He would need to strip the bed
and do the laundry before John found out. But then he realized the bed wasn’t
that wet, and when he went to the bathroom he found that it wasn’t piss at all,
and it seemed to be coming from his ass.
Panic slid around inside his chest like something solid; he knew what it meant.
He stripped off all his clothes and climbed in the shower, turned the water on
to scalding hot. He washed the slick off his thighs, but he could feel himself
continuing to drip. When he reached between his legs, there was more of it. He
wanted to sob with despair. Instead he shut the water off and got out. He
toweled off. When he went back to the bedroom he grabbed a fresh pair of
underwear, and then wondered what to do about his constant flow of slick.  He
ended up stuffing a washcloth inside his underwear. His cheeks burned as he
wondered how he would be able to buy pads discreetly. He thought he would
rather die than ask his father to help.
He was thankful that Dean didn’t wake while this was going on. Sam glanced at
his peacefully sleeping brother, envying him his innocence.
Sam stripped the bed and carried the sheets to the bathroom. He was planning to
pick up his soiled briefs to add them to the laundry. Instead he bumped into
John, who stood in the bathroom, an expression of defeat on his face.
“Dad..” Sam spoke first. “I-”
“I know.” John said, his voice cold. “I suspected.”
“I’m so sorry..” Sam apologized, even though he had no control of what he was.
John said nothing. He looked away, but not before Sam saw the revulsion that
crossed his father’s features. Sam’s throat felt like it was closing up. John
silently showed Sam where Mary’s old stash of supplies were; he had never
gotten around to throwing them out. He didn’t look at Sam or say anything more,
but went back into his bedroom and shut the door firmly.
Sam went down to the basement, loaded the washer and started it. Only then,
with the sound of the machine churning away loudly enough to cover his sobs,
Sam sank onto the cold floor and let himself cry.
…
Sam remembered also how he had feared that John might take advantage of him
when he experienced his first real heat a month later. But John wrinkled his
nose in disgust and Sam was relieved, even as he felt shame that his father
found his scent intolerable. He had already been pulled out of school when he
first manifested so at least he wasn’t in danger of being scented by any other
alphas. The only thing that John said in direct reference to his heat was that
Sam could use the office if he needed privacy. Dean’s had stared curiously as
Sam’s cheeks reddened at his father’s words.
That first heat had been the worst. Sam hadn’t known exactly what to expect,
and he had no help or guidance. He only knew that he craved to be filled, and
needed release constantly. He remembered being so desperate that he had upended
one of the spare dining room chairs that sat in the office and sank himself
down on the wooden leg. He had cleaned it thoroughly afterwards, certain that
John would be able to smell what he had done. If John had, he never said
anything. But by the time Sam’s heat was over and he was able to leave the
house again, John gave him a slip of paper with an address and three crumpled
twenties.
The address led him to a shop specializing in omega needs. Sam had burned with
shame and embarrassment as he went into the store, despite its discreet
appearance. He could only stare at the carpet and mumble when the clerk asked
him if he needed help. He shuffled around and tried not to gape at the variety
of toys available. He hastily chose a large purple dildo with a large knot at
its base. He still couldn’t meet the clerk’s eyes as he approached the cash
register. Thankfully the man didn’t try to talk to him as he wrapped Sam’s
purchase in tissue paper and placed it in an innocuous plain brown bag. He had
forgotten his change but he was already out the door and running when he heard
the clerk call out after him. Sam would never be as strong as his alpha father,
but he was light on his feet, and he could run for miles before his chest and
legs started burning.
If only he could run far and long enough to escape his life.
***** Chapter 4 *****
As expected, Dean had been upset when Sam told him he had moved into the
office. Sam knew his brother understood the reasons that it had to be done, but
his brother was also stubborn, especially when he didn’t get what he wanted.
And Dean wanted Sam. But John didn’t trust them alone together, and Sam didn’t
either. Dean pouted, but Sam had a much easier time resisting now that he
wasn’t in heat. There was still temptation though, and Dean made it difficult.
He was constantly near Sam physically, and though he didn’t do anything
inappropriate in front of their father, he touched Sam’s leg under the table
and brushed against him when they passed by each other. He wore snug fitting
shirts and shorts that showed off his body, and had walked in on Sam more than
once in the bathroom. He lay in Sam’s bed when he wasn’t in it, leaving his
scent behind when Sam came in and shooed him out of the room. One time when Sam
came into his room after Dean had left for school, it smelled like Dean had
jacked off in his room. Sam never found any evidence though, although it didn’t
stop him from touching himself as he imagined Dean doing the same in his bed.
Yet Sam still hesitated to take his pills. He told himself he would definitely
take them before his next heat, but right now the bottle sat at the bottom of
the drawer in the desk. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but it excited
him even though it meant risking his future, and Dean’s. Sam would be going to
Stanford in the fall, and he had already planned to take the pills starting in
August. He had applied as a beta, and he needed to pass as a beta. Omegas
didn’t go to college. It was assumed that omegas didn’t require education, as
they were born to be breeders, although there were a few exceptions in more
prestigious families, but even then, the omegas never completed any education
past high school. However, it wasn’t uncommon for closeted omegas to pass as
betas with the help of suppressants in order to pursue a destiny beyond that
prescribed by their biological makeup. The problem was making sure you never
slipped up and dropped your mask.
Sam worried he wouldn’t feel like himself after he took the pills. Yes, it was
a curse to be an omega, and he faced a life of discrimination and inequality if
he lived openly as an omega; the best he could hope for was a good match with a
kind alpha. As a beta, he could further his education and possibly even mate
with another beta, in a more equal partnership. But yet, his omega nature was
such a large part of his identity. It was because of it he had aspirations to
become a lawyer that advocated for omega rights. It was because of it that he
was able to experience so much physical pleasure with Dean. Yet Sam also knew
he had no right to that pleasure, and that if he took the pills, it would dull
that need, the pain that came from knowing that he could never truly have Dean.
But it would also dull his senses; his ability to scent emotions and needs, to
read meaning in another’s posture or expression. Wouldn’t that take away from
his ability to be an effective and compassionate lawyer? Wouldn’t that take
away from who he was?
Sam took the prescription bottle out of the drawer, and then put it back again
without opening it. Every morning and every night it was a ritual. He counted
down the days until he left for college, until he left Dean. It was July
already, the days hot and sticky, and as he struggled to sleep at night, he was
all too aware of his brother across the hall. Dean slept only in his boxers, or
maybe he didn’t even bother wearing them now that he had his own room. It was
too easy to think about traversing those few steps and giving in. Sam was also
counting the days until his next heat. The warning signs were coming upon him
now, and he still had yet to swallow a pill. Dean’s nostrils flared as he
scented the upcoming heat, his lip curling and his eyes darkening. Sam had to
be careful, to brace his door at night with a chair; he already kept it locked
against temptation (although that wouldn’t prevent Sam from going to Dean).
He really should start taking those pills. He wondered why John hadn’t said
anything. His father barely looked at him these days, and truthfully, Sam
rarely saw him. They had stayed out of each other’s way as much as possible
since Sam had manifested as an omega, and there wasn’t any reason for that to
change as the date of departure approached. John must be looking forward to
have his omega son, out of sight, out of mind.
Sam also didn’t see much of Dean. This was by John’s design; he claimed that
now that Dean was a “man”, he needed to learn the family business. John’s shop
specialized in classic restorations and luxury vehicle detailing. It was a
modest empire was by alpha standards, but John was the sole owner, and he had
built it from the ground up. It was plenty to support his family, and he was
proud that he had paid off the mortgage on both the house and the cabin. Sam
was certain that John had higher aspirations for Dean, but it was also a way to
separate his sons. In any case, Dean was happy enough to be learning the ropes,
and even without his license, John let him move the cars around in the lot and
test them out after repairs. Sam had no interest or desire to work at the
garage, but still he felt hurt at being passed over. Even if John hadn’t
expected Sam to take over the business, Sam could do some of the work,
especially the paperwork that John constantly grumbled about and wouldn’t
require him to be in the front office. Instead of his own son, John hired
Garth, a beta that Sam suspected was a suppressed omega. But Sam didn’t resent
Garth; he was always kind to Sam and probably the closest thing that Sam had to
a friend.
Sam even trusted Garth enough that he told him that he was attending Stanford
as a beta. Garth was happy for Sam, but he didn’t offer his own confession,
even when Sam told him he was worried about suppressants. He probably worried
that word would get back to John and then he would be fired. Sam didn’t pry
further. He understood the need for secrets more than anyone else.
…
Sam panted as he laid upon sweat soaked sheets, slick trickling in his briefs.
His heat had started. It was pure torture knowing that Dean was right across
the hall, especially since all he could think of right now was the night in the
tent when they had both succumbed to temptation. He was supposed to be taking
his pills, and he hadn’t. His senses were so keen right now; he felt so alive. 
He felt no remorse right now, only hunger for what he had once had.
The bang on the door startled him. He heard Dean grunt.
“Sammy?” Dean’s voice sounded ragged, like he had been running.
Sam was afraid to answer, even though Dean knew he was in the room. He managed
to speak. “D-Dean.
“Let me in. Sammy.” Dean spoke in a low growl.
“I can’t, Dean…you know why…” Sam answered. His voice was shaky and he had slid
off the bed to crawl over to the door.
“Goddammit Sam!” Dean swore. Dean banged the door again, and Sam flinched. The
chair was braced under the knob so he didn’t think Dean would be able to get
in, but his brother was strong.
“Dad..” Sam started to say.
“Fuck Dad!” Dean hissed. “He’s passed out on the couch. You know he always
drinks extra when you’re going through this.”
“Dean…we can’t.” Sam pleaded. He was by the door now and he could smell Dean’s
want. It screamed at him to open the door, even more so than Dean’s words.
“Let me in.” Dean repeated. Sam could hear the edge in his brother’s voice. The
door knob turned. “You smell so fucking wet.”
“No.” Sam said weakly. He needed Dean so badly.
“I’m gonna break this fucking thing down.” Dean threatened. Sam bit back a
whimper. Alphas could get violent when scenting an omega in heat. He trusted
Dean though. Dean wouldn’t hurt him. There was another bang, and the door shook
on its hinges.

“Don’t Dean..” Sam begged. The slick dampening his shorts said otherwise.
Another slam, and Sam cowered as the frame splintered, the chair the only thing
keeping the door from busting open. He heard Dean panting with exertion, and he
could smell the sweat that was breaking out on Dean’s body as he tried to
destroy the door.
“Please Dean.” Sam said softly. “If you break the door, Dad will know.”
“I. Don’t. Care.” Dean gritted, punctuating each word with a thump.
Sam braced himself for the next assault, but it was silent in the hallway. Sam
thought he must have gotten through to his brother. He had been panicking as
Dean had thrown himself on the door over and over, and now he felt exhausted by
the ordeal. His heart rate was finally slowing. When it had been a couple of
minutes and he still heard nothing, Sam felt anxious again.
“Dean?” Sam called out tentatively. There was no response. He could sense that
Dean wasn’t in the hallway anymore.
A bang sounded behind him and Sam startled, whipping his head around in time to
see the screen window popped out of his frame and Dean climbing in. He briefly
wondered how his brother had gotten there so quickly.
“Dean!” Sam gasped, his heart rate ratcheting up again.
“Sammy.” Dean’s voice was dark and full of promise. Sam struggled to stand and
then Dean was there, catching Sam as his legs buckled. Sam was his. “I’m gonna
take such good care of you, baby.”
Sam sobbed with relief and sagged in Dean’s arms. His omega surrendered to
Dean’s alpha. Dean held him up and reached a hand behind Sam’s head, pulling
him down for a kiss. Sam expected roughness, and he wanted it. Instead, Dean
kissed him tenderly, like Sam was something precious to him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sammy.” Dean murmured. He ran his hands along
Sam’s arms. Sam tensed, but Dean merely stroked his skin. “C’mon and lay down
for me.” Dean helped Sam over to the bed.
Sam crawled on the bed uncertainly. He was aching, and he had been expecting it
to be hard and fast, the same way that Dean had been hammering that door. Now
Dean was making him wait, and it was excruciating. Dean guided Sam so he was
laying length wise on the bed, one leg with the foot on the ground, the other
leg bent with the foot on the bed. He placed Sam’s arms over his head. Sam felt
Dean’s gaze on him like a flame. Perhaps now Dean would finally touch him.
Instead, Dean just kept admiring him, and Sam rolled his hips, spreading his
legs wider, his breath coming out in needy gasps.
“Patience, Sammy.” Dean growled, and his eyes disapproving. He inhaled deeply,
his lip curling as he tasted Sam’s need. He looked at Sam’s briefs, now sopping
wet with slick. “God, you are such a fucking slut for me. Look how sloppy wet
you are for me already.”
Sam looked at Dean with wide, pleading eyes. He needed his brother to ravage
him, to fill him, to knot him. Dean was in no hurry though. He finally reached
over and touched the hem of Sam’s briefs. Sam twitched and lifted his hips,
trying to brush against Dean’s hand. Dean gave him a warning look and lifted
his hand away.
“Don’t make me tie you up.” Dean threatened. He smiled wickedly when Sam
moaned. “I guess that’s something you would like, slut. Next time, if you’re a
good boy.”
Sam tried to stay still as Dean peeled off his briefs. He keened as Dean put
them against his face, sniffing and licking.
“Fuck! You taste even better than I remember.” Dean gasped, finally showing a
crack in his composure.
Dean tossed the underwear aside, and then knelt by the bed. He kissed Sam
again, and turned his head when Sam tried to push his tongue into Dean’s mouth.
He shook his head when Sam protested.
“Maybe I’ll just leave you like this, leaking all over your bed.” Dean said
darkly.
Sam whined, lifting his hips again. Dean bent his head to Sam’s neck and
inhaled deeply.
“Why do you smell so fucking good to me?” Dean panted. “You’re my brother. This
is so wrong.” But the look on his face told Sam that Dean didn’t believe what
he was saying.
Sam was trembling as Dean ghosted his hands over his hot skin. He needed to be
touched so bad. His cock was hard and twitched towards Dean, the head leaky
with precum.
“You wanna be fucked hard?” Dean rasped.
“Yes. Dean, yes. That’s all I want.” Sam groaned. “I need your knot.”
Dean stood up and slipped his boxers off, the cloth catching on his swollen
cock. Sam spread his legs wider, his eyes begging Dean to stop the torture.
Dean finally got on the bed, lay his body on top of Sam’s, their cocks bumping
against each other. Sam put his hands on Dean’s back, clutching him tight.
“Mine.” Dean gasped as they rutted against each other.
He kissed Sam again, this time, pressing his tongue into Sam’s mouth. Sam
moaned as they licked and sucked at each other’s mouths. He was impatient for
Dean to enter him. He was aching for it. Dean slid down along Sam’s body, his
cock dragging along Sam’s. He reached between them to press his finger inside
of Sam’s sopping wet opening.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Dean praised. “Just for me.”
Dean slid another finger beside the first, thrusting them in together. He added
a third, and then a fourth, fucking Sam with his hand. Sam clenched and pressed
up against Dean’s hand, needing more, needing to be filled.
“You think I can fit my whole fucking hand inside you?” Dean growled. Sam
sobbed as Dean forced his thumb in along his other fingers. “Fuck, you’re
taking this like a champ.” Dean met some resistance finally, but Sam stretched
to accommodate him. Dean was fisting him hard now and Sam’s slick was drenching
Dean’s wrist and arm.
“More, more, Dean.” Sam begged. “Your cock.”
Dean’s eyes flashed as he continued to pound Sam with his hand. “I want you to
come on my hand first.”
Sam mewled as Dean continued to press into him. Dean stared at Sam, his eyes
blazing with lust. “Come for me, Sammy.”
The command sent him over the edge, and Sam was screaming, clenching and
bucking around Dean’s fist. Dean was panting hard when he was done, his
expression almost a snarl as he pulled his hand out of Sam’s hole. A gush of
slick followed and Dean bent his head to lap it up. Sam felt his second orgasm
following quickly as Dean pushed his face against Sam’s ass. Sam screamed
again, his hands in Dean’s short hair, pushing him down as he came. When Sam
quieted, Dean lifted his head, his face covered with Sam’s wetness. He surged
up and mashed his lips against Sam’s, his mouth full of Sam’s slick. Sam moaned
as he tasted and swallowed his own fluids. He felt Dean’s cock rigid and thick
against his hip.
“Dean, I need…” Sam gasped. “I need it. I need your huge knot inside me,
filling me up.”
Dean moved down along Sam’s body and then sat up on his knees. “Let me see that
hungry hole of yours.”
Sam lifted his legs, spreading himself wide and putting his arms around his
thighs to hold them up.
“Good boy.” Dean groaned. “So fucking beautiful.”
Finally, Dean lined himself up with Sam, and slid his shaft inside. Sam sobbed
with relief as Dean’s width filled him, his length pressing deep inside. Dean’s
eyes were closed as he started to move, his strokes long and hard, snapping his
hips against Sam’s each time he plunged back inside. Sam was ready to come
again and a couple thrusts later he was coming for a third time, convulsing
around Dean’s cock. His orgasm pushed Dean over the edge, and Dean was howling
as he drove himself as deep as possible, jerking against Sam as he filled him.
Sam could feel Dean swelling now, and the pressure was exquisite. He let go of
his legs so he could wrap his arms around Dean’s back. He wanted to hold Dean
inside him forever.
“Jesus, Sammy.” Dean gasped, he tried to move, but his knot caught on Sam’s
rim. He ground his hips against Sam’s, rolling them a couple of times, and then
he was shooting into his brother again, his cum spurting hot and thick deep
inside.
“Dean!” Sam moaned. He loved how full he felt. He had no thoughts of
consequences right now, all he knew was he was an omega and he had an alpha who
was knotted to him, filling him as he needed.
Dean lay on top of Sam, his knot making it impossible to change positions.
Every time one of them shifted it sent jolts of pleasure through them both.
They both came over and over, and Dean’s knot stayed thick and hard. Eventually
they both fell asleep.
***** Chapter 5 *****
When Sam woke, he was sticky and sore. Dean wasn’t in bed with him. Light was
streaming through the open window, but the screen had been replaced. Sam could
see the chair was gone from the door. Dean was also gone. Sam felt his need
rising again. He felt a deep emptiness, not just physically, but also
emotionally. Dean must have left as soon as his knot released him. He heard
voices outside his window and looked out to see John and Dean getting into the
Impala. Dean was dressed neatly, ready for a day at the garage. Sam would be
alone, nothing but his purple fake knot for company. He felt bereft.
…
The morning passed in a haze of masturbation. He rocked himself on the dildo,
his face pressed against the boxers Dean had been left behind. He finally
managed to shower afterwards, and feed himself. He stayed in his room, waiting
for the next wave of need to hit him hard. He couldn’t wait for tonight. He was
going to leave his door open for Dean. He craved and needed Dean. Not just his
body and his cock, but he needed the sense of safety and bliss that Dean’s
presence gave him. He still didn’t know how Dean felt about him, although it
was a relief that Dean had no problems with fucking him.
Around five, he heard the Impala pulling up. He was excited to see Dean, but
disappointed when only John showed up. He wasn’t quite brave enough to venture
out of his room to ask John where his brother was. John hated to see or smell
Sam when he was in heat. Sam knew to stay out of the way unless it was an
emergency. He could hear John whistling though, and found it unusual when his
father was usually in a foul mood every time Sam’s biology reminded them all
that he was an omega.
When Dean didn’t show up at dinnertime, Sam felt a dim panic starting in his
chest. He tried to calm himself, knowing that Dean sometimes spent time with
friends after work. He felt abandoned though, not knowing when Dean would be
back. He needed Dean. It had been a mistake not to find out how Dean really
felt. The way omega and alpha biology worked, the bond formed quickly when a
pair was compatible. Once the bond formed, the omega would actually get
physically sick when his alpha wasn’t around to help him through his heat. Sam
wondered if they were already becoming bonded, even though Dean hadn’t marked
him, and would never mark him. Sam’s need was so sharp it almost hurt.
…
Sam was breaking out in a cold sweat. His stomach was churning with nausea. His
body thrummed with its demand to be filled. He lay on his bed, shivering under
blankets, feeling weak and empty. Where was Dean? His body was screaming for
his alpha.
Sam heard a car pulling up outside of the house. He wanted to look out the
window, but he didn’t have the energy to do so. He heard a car door open and
slam, and Dean speaking to someone. Just hearing his alpha’s voice made his
knees buckle with a staggering wave of desire. When he heard the other person
speak, his heart plummeted. The voice belonged to a girl, and her words were
full of promise. He heard Dean laugh and he felt like throwing up. Who was she?
And why had Dean been out with her?
He heard Dean coming into the house, whistling. He heard his brother’s heavy
tread, and could smell his scent, mingled with another more feminine fragrance.
Sam’s stomach lurched again. Dean’s footsteps stopped outside Sam’s door. He
heard heavy breathing and then Dean’s tentative knock.
“Sammy?” Dean’s voice was rough with lust.
Sam wanted to ignore him, but his heat wouldn’t let him. He cursed his biology.
He was sick for Dean. He didn’t answer, but waited in his bed. The doorknob
turned, and Dean came into the room. Sam hadn’t locked it today; he didn’t care
anymore, he just wanted Dean. The door closed and Dean flicked on the light.
Sam winced and shut his eyes, he had been lying in the dark for hours. When he
opened them again, Dean was standing over him, his hand pressing hard on the
front of his jeans.
“You’ve been waiting for me.” Dean groaned. “I could smell your need all the
way down the street.”
Sam turned and faced the wall. He was trembling. Dean sat down on the bed, one
hand palming the curve of Sam’s ass.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Dean growled when Sam still didn’t look at him.
Sam’s face was in his pillow. He was afraid he would start crying. He could
smell the girl on Dean. They had been together. Not sexually, and Sam was
grateful for that, but he knew that she had touched Dean, brushed against him.
“Where were you…” Sam moaned against the pillow.
Dean tensed, and Sam could feel his irritation. “I’m right here now, Sammy.”
Sam turned around to face Dean. “Who is she?”
Dean shrugged. “New girl at work. She’s nice.”
Sam wondered if John had a hand in this. He knew that something had happened
between his sons, even if he didn’t know exactly what. It would be just like
him to try to distract Dean from Sam by hiring a pretty face. On top of that
jealousy, there was the other hurt – that John would never offer Sam a job at
the garage.
“Oh.” Sam said flatly. “Didn’t know Dad needed more help.”
“Oh Sammy.” Dean laughed suddenly. “Are you jealous?”
Sam shook his head. The tears in his eyes betrayed him. It was easy for Dean to
make light of it. He wasn’t the one who had been sick with his need, waiting
all day for the one person who could help him feel better. Dean looked at Sam,
and his expression grew concerned.
“Are you ok?” Dean asked worriedly. He put his palm on Sam’s forehead. “You’re
burning up…”
“I’m sick.” Sam said.
“Do you need anything?” Dean murmured. He stroked Sam’s hair and kissed his
forehead. Sam’s heart was breaking from the tenderness that Dean was showing
him.
“You know what I need.” Sam whispered. “I’m sick for you.”
Dean groaned. His eyes darkened as he bent to capture Sam’s mouth in a kiss. He
broke away to look at Sam. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you all day.” He saw
the purple dildo on the nightstand and picked it up. “Did you fuck yourself
with this? While you were thinking of me?” Dean asked. He licked it and then
sucked it, tasting Sam’s slick all over it. “Fuck…”
Sam gasped with need. He watched Dean licking the fake knot, and felt a gush of
slick flooding his shorts. Dean was plunging it in and out of his mouth now,
the toy wet with his saliva. He pulled it out and then gave Sam a wicked look.
“Do you want me to fuck you with this?”
“I want you, Dean.” Sam shook his head.
“Mmm, but I haven’t watched you come on your toy for so long.” Dean growled.
“Why don’t you fuck yourself on it, and let me watch.
Sam whined, a wave of desire washing over him. He stood up unsteadily. Dean
braced him, and Sam gripped his shoulders. Dean grabbed a chair and pulled it
next to the bed. He placed the dildo on it. The suction cup at the end secured
it to the seat.
“Sit on that cock and fuck yourself.” Dean commanded. “Let me watch you make
yourself come.”
Sam staggered over to the chair, slipping his wet shorts off and lowered
himself onto the fake cock in one fluid motion. Dean’s mouth was open as he
watched Sam from where he sat on the bed. Sam began to rock back and forth, his
eyes on Dean’s, moaning as he clenched around the toy.
“Yes, that’s a good boy, Sammy.” Dean groaned. He had pulled out his cock, and
was fisting it in his hand as he watched Sam fuck the chair.
Sam was already ready to come, his eyes riveted to Dean’s swollen and leaky
shaft. Dean stood up and his cock was level with Sam’s face. He grabbed Sam’s
head and pushed it down. Sam opened readily and sucked Dean in greedily.
“Fucking slut.” Dean gasped. “How’d you learn to suck cock so good?” His hands
were threaded in Sam’s hair, tugging hard.
The words and the taste of Dean in his mouth were enough to throw Sam over the
edge. His body heaved forward and he bore down on the chair, driving the fake
cock deep inside as he took Dean’s cock down his throat. His cries were muffled
around Dean’s thickness. He grabbed Dean’s hips to brace himself, the chair
screeching along the floor as he came.
“Jesus, Sammy!” Dean groaned, and he was gripping Sam’s hard, fucking into his
throat as Sam struggled to breathe. He filled Sam’s mouth with his hot cum.
When he pulled away, Sam’s face was red and tear stained. His lips were
reddened and swollen and wet with saliva and cum. Dean sat down on the bed
again. Sam was still sitting on the dildo, whimpering with the aftershocks of
his orgasm. Dean stood up and lifted Sam from the chair, making Sam cry out
when the toy slipped out of him. The chair was drenched with his juices. He
pressed Sam onto the bed, his stomach against the mattress. Dean took the dildo
and sucked on it again.
“You taste so good.” Dean moaned. “But I need to be inside you now.”
Dean stripped off his clothes. He lifted Sam’s hips and pulled him towards him
so Sam was bent with his knees on the bed and his ass in the air. Sam felt Dean
slip a couple of fingers inside and pushed himself back on them.
“So greedy.” Dean praised.
“Only for you.” Sam panted, impatient for more.
Dean pulled his fingers out and without warning, thrust himself into Sam hard.
They both cried out, and Dean started fucking him roughly, driving Sam into the
mattress. Sam’s sobs were muffled by the pillow in his mouth. It was such a
relief to be filled, to be used as he needed to be. He felt Dean’s balls smack
against his ass with every forward motion.
“This what you need?” Dean demanded.
“Yes! Yes!” Sam wept.
Dean paused his moments and Sam was about to protest when he felt a blunt
object nudging his opening alongside Dean’s cock. Sam gasped as Dean started
pressing in the dildo beside himself.
“I’m gonna split you wide open.” Dean groaned. Sam keened and pushed back,
trying to hurry the second cock inside of him. “Such a cockslut, Sammy. If the
thought of someone else with you didn’t make me want to kill, I’d want to see
how many cocks you could take at once.”
The image made Sam moan with desire. Dean plunged the dildo all the way in and
Sam was stretched more than he ever had before. Dean tried to move, but Sam was
snug and tight around the two cocks. He managed to shift himself a bit, and Sam
cried out as he came, clamping down around Dean’s cock and the dildo together.
He rocked against Dean, and it became difficult to move; Dean’s knot was
swelling, and Sam stretched even more to take it.
“Holy shit.” Dean groaned. Sam felt Dean smack the end of the toy hard, driving
it deeper, and he thrashed around, coming again around the two cocks.
“So good, so fucking good.” Dean praised. He thrust against Sam, pushing as far
in as the dildo and his knot would allow. Sam clenched hard around him, and
Dean gripped Sam’s hips. Sam clenched again, and then Dean was shouting as he
came violently, his body collapsing on Sam’s, forcing Sam into the mattress.
Sam screamed into his pillow, coming again as he felt Dean’s cum spurting deep
inside.
When they had finally quieted and caught their breath, Dean put his arms around
Sam and rolled them both onto their side. The knot held them snugly together,
the dildo still between them also.
“Wow.” Dean whispered. “You are amazing.” He said it with awe and affection.
“Dean.” Sam said. “I…” He wanted to say so much, but he knew Dean didn’t feel
the same way.
He felt so warm and safe, full and sated in Dean’s arms. A moment later he
heard Dean snoring. He thought he would be awake with angst about what they had
let happen again.
He knew now that he was hopelessly lost, that he only wanted Dean. And Dean was
the one thing he couldn’t have.
…
Sam’s heat broke a couple days later. Every night, Dean went in and helped his
brother with his need. Every morning, Sam woke up alone and bereft, wishing
that Dean would stay with him until morning. It was too risky. It was one thing
to sneak around, when John could still deny what was happening, another thing
to be caught, and then force his hand. Sam knew that he would be kicked out of
the house if that was the case. If Dean would go with him, Sam would leave in a
heartbeat.
It was a relief to be free from the uncontrollable urges once his cycle had
passed. He was more than willing for Dean to visit him again though, if that
was what his brother desired. Instead, he started seeing Dean even less than he
saw John. Then, one night, Dean came home after midnight, and Sam knew, even
before he could smell it. Dean had been with the girl; they had slept together.
Sam felt sick. It wasn’t completely unexpected, but Sam had been hoping that
maybe Dean wanted what he did. Sam felt tears pricking his eyes, and pressed
his hands against them to stop them from falling. He didn’t want to cry over
Dean. Dean didn’t care. He was just like other alphas. He only thought of
himself, and Sam was just another omega whore for him to use.
He heard Dean’s tentative knock on the door and ignored it. He didn’t want to
talk to Dean. He didn’t want to see him, or smell him. Sam pulled the covers
over his head. Part of him expected and wanted Dean to come in the room, take
what was his. But Dean didn’t come in. Sam heard the door across the hallway
close.
Sam sat up and opened the nightstand drawer. He opened the orange bottle, and
tapped out two pills. He grabbed the water bottle he had by the bed, and placed
the pills on his tongue. He filled his mouth with the water, and then closed
his lips, closed his eyes, and swallowed.
Stanford, here I come.
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