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Something Else (NSFW)

#Challenge of Raven. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Omega!Reader
Warnings: ABO dynamics, dirty talk, smut, shameless smut, knotting sex, breeding kink, straight PWP. I’m using @kittenofdoomage ABO rules here. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll beta’ed this.
Prompt: “I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

“Nasty, naughty boy” was playing so loud on your headphones that you wouldn’t be able to hear a shot if someone used a gun by your side, but who cared? You were alone in the bunker, Dean had left with Castiel when you reached pre-heat and Sam was on a supply run. So, you could dance and sing without anyone interrupting you. You danced slowly, singing loudly and not even caring if someone walked in on you.

You felt Sam’s scent seconds before he pressed himself against you. Your legs weakened instantly when you realised how hard he was and how strong he smelled. His rut had hit earlier than expected.

Your headphones were pulled out and tossed on the table a few inches from Sam’s hands, and he put his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”

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Getting To Know Our Side (Sam x Reader) A/B/O

Okay, hello again, lovelies! I am back with a fulfilled request (I hope). This one is for @supernaturalmychild7 ’s ask “hi idk if you do anything like this but i just found your blog and i have a request if you can: can i have a deanxreader or samxreader with a/b/o and the reader is omega and dean or sam is an alpha? and idk the story, maybe like heats or ruts?? sorryyyy if you don’t do this :///////”

I decided to go with Sam x Reader, cause I haven’t done one of those yet. I hope this is what you were looking for! <3

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cussing, f/m, breeding kink, A/B/O, Omega!reader, alpha!Sam.

Summary: When you walk in on Sam in a rut, how do you decide to spend your evening?

Word count: 1.5K

Title: Getting To Know Our Side

Feedback is my drug, as always, and request away!

Originally posted by sensualkisses


When you’d first met Sam Winchester, you honestly hadn’t expected him to be an Alpha. His brother, sure, but Sam seemed too sweet and emotionally in-tune with himself. It was the opposite of all the Alphas you’d known.

Even after knowing him for several years now, as an Omega, you’d only seen his Alpha nature come out a handful of times. And terrifying as he could be then, he never directed that side to you.

But when you made the mistake of going back to the bunker during Sam’s rut, you were harshly reminded of Sam’s biology and instincts.

“Sam? Dean? Hey, I hope you’re hungry, I was going to start some dinner, if you have any suggestions,” you called, putting the groceries away.

There was no response, but the house was coated in Alpha pheromones. So someone was home. You’d never been with a rutting Alpha, so you didn’t know much about how it was supposed to smell. You vaguely identified it was Sam, which relaxed you, but it smelled different from him, something that worried you all over again.

You began walking upstairs to the rooms, the Alpha scent thickening and coating you. It was undeniable the scent was very appealing, and you could feel yourself starting to slick, but you ignored it and focused on finding Sam. Or Dean.

You stopped in front of Sam’s room first and pushed open the door.

You realized your mistake too late.

“S-Sam?” you stuttered. The pheromones nearly knocked you over.

Sam whipped his head around, his hand down his boxers, going through the motions of pumping. Boxers that were the only item of clothing he had on. The room was torn apart, a stark contrast to its usually clean and orderly appearance.

Sam matched the disorder perfectly. His hair and body were coated in sweat, and strands clung to his forehead. His pupils dilated impossibly as his gaze landed on you. It made you acknowledge that you were standing in front of an Alpha. In rut.

You froze.

Omega,” Sam growled, quickly standing up and advancing toward you. You shrieked and bolted, your legs thundering with speed, as hard as you could. You were at a great disadvantage, Sam being taller and faster than you. Not to mention, in rut and therefore he’d do anything to pound himself inside an Omega.

Even if that Omega was his best friend and he’d known her for nearly two years now.

It wasn’t really a surprise to anyone when Sam caught you before you even set a foot on the stairs.

You squealed when he easily picked you up, bridal style.

He buried his nose in your neck, and you instinctually arched to give him better access. He let out a pleased hum.

“Smell so good, baby girl. I kept thinking I was dreaming when I heard your voice and smelled that Omega scent of yours, but obviously,” Sam made it back to his room, and threw you on the bed.

“I was not.”

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to do this with Sam, because, let’s face it, him acting like this towards you was pretty damn hot. Well, Sam by himself was yummy enough. You knew he wasn’t in the right mindset though, and if he regretted this after his rut, it would break you.

Firmly as you could, you pushed against Sam’s chest.

“Sam, no, we can’t do this,” you stated timidly, daring to looking up into those hungry eyes of his. You swallowed a whimper. Sam pressed down your wrists, his legs straddling your waist. He bent down and nibbled at your jaw, making you squirm. You felt another wave of slick coat your thigh.

“I can practically taste your arousal, Y/N. Don’t lie to me, little one,” Sam admonished, staring at you heatedly, a growl making its way up his throat. You sighed.

“Sam, you’ll regret this if you go through. Trust me, when you’re thinking with your upstairs brain, you’re not going to want to be mated to me.” It was your worst fear, and it broke your heart to say it, but you weren’t going to let Sam make a mistake and hurt the both of you.

Sam stopped and looked at you with such a harsh gaze, you flinched. It was like he was back to himself.

“I would never regret doing this with you.” He nuzzled the junction of your neck and shoulder, lightly pressing kisses.

“Y/N, I love you. You’ve been the one constant these past years and I never want to let you go. Never would I let go of such a beautiful mind and person,” Sam promised, connecting his lips to yours. He tasted like salt and promises that wouldn’t be broken.

You weren’t quite sure what it was that possessed you to do this, but you felt like you could trust Sam’s words.

You took a deep breath.

“Okay. I-I’ll do it.”

Immediately, Sam’s Alpha came back. He’d gotten your permission; now it was time for the fun to begin.

Two huge hands kneaded your soft thighs, and one hard cock pressed insistently at your core. You gasped at how big and intimidating Sam’s cock felt against you. How was that supposed to fit inside without splitting you in half? Sam must’ve smelled your worry, because he stroked your jaw and kissed you again.

“I’ll go slow, baby.” You nodded, and slipped from Sam’s hold on your wrists, threading your hands through Sam’s hair.

“Fuck me, Alpha,” you challenged.

Sam let out a growl and ripped your jeans off, and tore through your panties. You whimpered at how easily Sam ripped through the seemingly flimsy fabric. Sam quickly bent down, blowing hot air over your swollen clit, making your hips buck up.

“Nngghh, Sam! Don’t tease me, Alpha,” you whined. Sam chuckled, focusing on you with a dirty little grin. His eyes were dark, the hazel eaten up by the black. He promptly bent down.

The moment you felt his hot tongue on your folds, you saw hot white and your vision went blurry.

“Al-phaaa,” you dragged out the title, arching nearly all the way off the bed. He rid out your orgasm, working three thick fingers inside your pussy.

“C'mon, you can do better than that, ‘Mega,” Sam scoffed, curling his fingers. You cried out at the sensations, digging your nails into Sam’s shoulders. You shook from how intense the orgasm was.

“I’m not finished with you, baby.” Sam prodded your entrance with his cock, then went in slowly with one stroke. He paused, giving you time to adjust. You moaned loudly at the burn of it, wrapping your calves around Sam’s hips. You pulled his head down in a kiss, then bucked against him, making you both groan.

Sam was huge. Everything else was large, so you supposed it made sense what he was packing wouldn’t disappoint either. His cock hit places you hadn’t known existed. A hell of a lot better than your own fingers. Or any other partner you’d had, for that matter.

This, was how a true Alpha felt.

“S-Sam, move!” you ground out, pleading. Boy, did he move.

Sam picked up a rhythm, getting faster and faster. You struggled to meet his thrusts eventually, and your second orgasm was coming up soon. Sam reached between and moved his thumb in fast circles, pinching it at times. Your nails raked down his back, making him growl.

“This what you want, Omega? Me pumping you good with my Alpha cock, filling you with pups.” He gave an especially hard thrust and you gasped, holding onto Sam for dear life.

“Such a pretty Omega, takin’ me like a good girl,” he praised. You moaned at his praise. Sam thrust up, and bit down on your neck, drawing blood. The intensity of all the feelings nearly made you pass out. Sam’s huge knot began to swell too large for him to retreat all the way. You cried out as your orgasm thundered down on you, racking your body over and over with waves of pleasure. Sam came with you, his come hot and seemingly endless.

You thanked whoever was up there that you’d taken your birth control this month. Otherwise, you would definitely be swollen with Sam’s pups.

You felt some cooling come dribble down your thighs, and you shifted sleepily, not really caring. Sam was firmly secured inside of you, and it was going to be a little while. He collapsed onto you, his weight knocking the breath out of you.

“Sam,” you whispered, weakly pushing him. He got the hint, and moved you both carefully to your sides. He jut his hips by accident, making you gasp.

“Sorry,” he apologized, going back to sweet Sam, now that his rut wasn’t the immediate thing on his mind.

“’S okay,” you murmured, your body wiped out.

“I know your rut’s not done, but you gotta give me some rest first, Alpha,” you said, cuddling into Sam’s chest. You threw a leg over him as best you could, snuggling closer.

His scent of lemongrass and sweet water was comforting, and made you burrow deeper into Sam. He chuckled, brushing your hair out and drawing you closer with one arm.

“Of course. Sleep, my sweet Omega. I’ll stay with you forever.”



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Warnings: Smut, A/B/O 

Summary: Sam and Dean need your help on a hunt, but both Alphas are oblivious to the fact that you’re and Omega. But there’s only one Winchester in your sights. (hint: not squirrel)

Tags: @scorpiongirl1, @saxxxology, @ceeceewinchester, @angelus320, @captain-princess-rose, @raeganr99, @but-deans-back-tho, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @deanwinchsterr, @spnfanficpond, @duckzorz 

Thank you to @mysupernaturalfics and @onepieccce for being the best betas!!!

Originally posted by padalecki

Your phone vibrated and skittered across the table and dragged your attention from your research. Wrinkling your nose in annoyance, you flipped it over and answered. “Sam, did you know that every time you call I’m right in the middle of something?” Dean chuckled in the distance, and you could practically feel Sam blushing through the phone. “It’s fine, its just funny. What’s up?” You leaned back in your chair and twirled a piece of hair in your fingers as Sam brought you up to date on their latest case.

“So, a werewolf? And you need me because…” Sam sighed, “Obviously some research, because this case is different than other werewolf cases. This werewolf is a female… and you know Dean and I are both Alphas. So, we kinda need you to get scent neutralizers for us…” “because she would smell you from a mile away,” you finished for him. “Pretty much,” he snorted. You contemplated for a moment, before shutting your book and sitting up in your chair. “That’ll work Sam! I’ll catalogue the new stuff while we’re hunting,” before Sam could protest you added, “And I’ll take notes in the field, just in case the behavior is different depending on sex and heat cycle.”

“You think of everything don’t you?”, Sam laughed.

You rifled around in your bathroom, trying to find everything you needed for the trip. Hairbrush, check. Toothbrush and paste, check. Heat suppressants… just in case. It wouldn’t do for the Winchesters to figure out you were an Omega; they’d never let you go on a hunt again. Thankfully, you were nowhere near your heat, and you’d just stocked up on scent neutralizers. So, the werewolf won’t scent the boys… and they won’t scent you.

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Winchesterprincessbride Reads-A/B/O Edition

Everyone who knows me knows I am complete, utter A/B/O trash.  Especially Alpha! Sam.  He just does it for me in a big, BIG way. I know I often see people looking for A/B/O fic recs, so I’m gonna make some recommendations since I have read so many of them.

1.  Nice To Meet You- By @ilostmyshoe-79  -  Alpha!Sam yummyness! I have read this one so many times I can probably recite it by memory.  One of my all-time favorites. Kimmy is the bomb!

2. Claimed- By @ilostmyshoe-79 Another Kimmy masterpiece.  This one is Alpha!Dean, and another one of my all-time favorites. So I like Kimmy, so?

3. Moonlight By @cleverdame A/B/O and Daddy!Sam feels in the same story. Hells Yeah!!! This story has a sequel.  Blisteringly hot sexy times in this one! George is a Sam!girl after my own heart!

4. I Lost My Sock By @huntingandwritingthings  Who knew laundry could be so hot? It all starts when Sam’s sock end’s up in the reader’s basket.  I will never look at laundry as boring again!

5. Political Animals By yours truly, @winchesterprincessbride  It’s my list so I can put one of my own stories if I want! Alpha Sam!/Omega Reader (duh!) where they hook up in a bar and reader bails, only to cross paths later at a debate where their parents are opponents.

6. Together- By @kittenofdoomage  This is Alpha!Dean and it is angsty as all get out. But it’s Kitten, so you know it’s DAMN good! Some trigger warnings so check before you read.  

7. Starting Over By my favorite redhead, @oriona75 This is an A/B/O AU featuring Alpha! Tahmoh and Omega Reader and it’s really good! This was one of the first A/B/O’s I read and I remember thinking to myself, What the hell is a knot??? Oh how far I have come LOL!

8. Alpha looks like an Omega By one of my buddies in the A/B/O trash can, @dr-dean  This one is 12 chapters in on AO3, and it has a unique twist.  The reader is the Alpha, and DEAN is the Omega.  SO GOOD, and the spin makes it different.

9. The Arrangement By @helvonasche If you know Hel, you know she writes some damn fine smut! Sam and (OC Charlotte AKA Chuck) make an arrangement to get them through her heats and his ruts.  Dean and Donna are a couple in this also, which is a plus!

10. Of Hyacinths and Cookies By @madamelibrarian - Alpha!Sam/Omega!Jess .Even though I knew what was going to happen, I wanted the ending to be different somehow.  Knowing didn’t make it any easier.  So touching and sweet and sad.

11. Brown-eyed Girl By my pal @jotink78 AKA Sleepy Jean.  This little gem is her first attempt at A/B/O.  SJ doesn’t do smut, and you don’t even notice. It’s Alpha!Sam. (Are you guys sensing a pattern here ?? :) What happens when Sam saves an Omega from an assault and realizes he wants her for himself?

tagging @jotink78 @madamelibrarian @helvonasche @dr-dean @oriona75

@kittenofdoomage @huntingandwritingthings @cleverdame @ilostmyshoe-79

Nice to Meet You

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

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With this one I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone and fill a square for @spnabobingo

Square Filled: Breeding kink
Ship: Wincest
Rating: Explicit
Summary: A secret kink of Dean’s kinda just slips out. Sam has no objections.
Word Count: 488
Warning: Porn gif under the cut
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In the Deep End-Chapter 2

This is an A/B/O AU Collaboration between @kittenofdoomage and @winchesterprincessbride featuring Alpha! Sam and Omega! Reader

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Sam still remembered the way you smelled that night.

It was warm, unseasonably so for October, but neither of you really cared as you walked through town hand in hand. The movie had been boring, not that you could remember the plot - you’d been too focused on Sam’s lips as they moved across yours, the darkness of the back row providing him with ample opportunity to slide his fingers under your pleated skirt.

Now, he was smiling, almost like he could whistle. He’s your Alpha, and you’d always thank your idiotic friends for a silly dare that had made this happen.

“Hey,” you chirped, pointing to your driveway. “My parents are out.”

“It is Friday,” Sam replied, tugging you into his side, pressing his nose into your hair and scenting you. You giggled, ducking underneath him. “God, you smell so sweet. Like cotton candy at the carnival.”

“I knew we shouldn’t have accepted those beers from Zack,” you teased. “And my mom and Vincent aren’t home.” His eyebrows raised, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Think with your upstairs brain, Sam, and not your knot. I know I’m coming into heat but…”

He nodded, interrupting you. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just… we spent six months wondering if you would and now you have and -” His nose bumped yours as he leaned down to kiss you. “You’re my Omega. I know it.”

Humming happily, you pushed up onto tiptoes, kissing him softly. “Well, then you’ll be glad to know that my mom and her boytoy have gone out of town. For the weekend.”

Sam drew back, lust burning deep in his colorful eyes. “You’re saying…”

“I wanna be yours, Alpha,” you whispered. “Want to belong to you, to stay with you. We can get away from our families. Start somewhere new…”

“We’re only eighteen,” Sam replied, cupping your cheek. “How would we… I mean -”

You shrugged, uncaring of the consequences. “We’ll manage. As long as we have each other.” God, it was so romantic the way you said it, and Sam found himself falling into the moment, nodding slowly as he leaned in towards you. The kiss was slow and gentle, both of you taking the time to savor the other, before Sam’s hands were tugging you back towards the house.

There was a spring in your step as you locked the front door, dashing through into the kitchen and finding the usual post-it note with thirty dollars for food, and an announcement that your mom and Vincent were off to Atlantic City for the weekend, and not to burn the house down.

Because you were the family member that would end up doing that, of course.

“They’re definitely gone?” Sam asked, coming up behind you and putting his hands on your hips. You nodded, holding up the cash. A wicked smile spread over his face. “We’ll order pizza later. For now -” He stopped, scooping you up to wrap your legs around his waist, and the thirty bucks drifted to the floor as you shrieked and clung to your Alpha. “I want my Omega.”

“Yes, Sam,” you hissed, letting your head fall back as he carried you through the house and up the stairs, not stopping until he kicked your door shut with his booted foot. He let you down then, smiling as you stared up at him with adoration on your face. “I love you,” you said, quietly.

Sam didn’t respond for a moment, looking back at you, before raising a hand and cupping your jaw, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip, dragging it downwards for a split second. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Among a tangle of lips and hands, both of you undressed each other, the need to take it slow outweighed by the urgency you felt to be close to one another. Sam was gentle as he guided you to the bed, laying you down to pull your skirt down and toss it to one side.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he murmured, placing a kiss just below your navel, and you smiled, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. “Want you so bad, ‘mega.”

“I know,” you whispered, tugging on his locks to urge him further up your body, desperate to kiss him again, but he only smirked at you. “Sam…”

He shook his head slightly, dropping his head to bury his nose in the soaked cotton of your panties. “So close to being in heat…” he groaned, nuzzling at you, stroking his tongue over the damp fabric. “Taste so good.” You squeaked as he pulled your panties down, wasting no time in returning his face to the juncture of your thighs, stroking his tongue over your swollen folds. “Thought you tasted good before,” he muttered, looking up at you with wickedly dark eyes. “But this is a whole ‘nother level.”

The plea for him to touch you died on your lips as Sam licked you again, dragging the tip of his tongue from your soaked entrance to your clit, making your body jerk in response. He repeated the action a few more times before he kept his mouth at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Gonna open you up for me, baby,” he purred, running his tongue over your clit as he slid one finger deep inside you. “Want you nice and wet for my cock.”

His words made something curl in your belly, and unbearable arousal swept through you, bringing with it a tightening sensation in your chest. Your scent blossomed through the room, and Sam practically growled, his hips rutting against the bed. “Sam!” Your cry preceded your orgasm, slick gushing over his fingers, and the Alpha groaned loudly.

“That’s it, ‘mega,” he urged, sliding another finger into you, curling them just right to make you scream again. “God, want you so bad.”

“Then have me,” you whimpered, wiggling against him. “Want your knot, Alpha. Make me yours.”

An animalistic sound tore itself from his throat as he drew back from you, pausing to lick his fingers clean of your essence. “Don’t tease me,” he warned, and you smiled, squirming away from him to roll onto your belly, presenting yourself to him, and Sam made a funny noise, pushing his pants down.

His weight made the bed dip, and you dropped your head as you felt him behind you, your entire body clenching in anticipation of having his thick cock inside you. You’d hit every base except this one, wanting to wait until you presented, despite knowing you were his.

Sam was slow to move, running his hands over your ass as he watched your pussy twitch. He rubbed the thick tip of his Alpha cock against you, and you moaned in response, pushing backward onto him, making him smile. “Easy, Omega,” he chastised, and you pouted, despite him not being able to see you.

The first push of his length into you was enough to make your breath catch and your eyes cross. Sam’s entire body shook with the effort of not slamming into you, trying to take it slowly as he watched your cunt suck him in, like you were made for him. The point of discomfort came just as his hips were flush with yours, and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Feel so good,” he grunted, holding himself deep inside you. “Fuck, I feel like I wanna cum already.”

You nodded, unable to form words as he started to move, drawing all the way back before easing back in. His fingers were clinging to your hips, probably leave bruises with how tightly he held you, but you didn’t care - you wanted the reminders tomorrow, and more besides. “Sam… I’m… I can’t…”

“I know,” Sam replied, even though you weren’t sure what you were actually going to say. All you could think was that you couldn’t, but you didn’t know what you couldn’t… which made no sense. “I got you, Omega.”

His mouth was hot on your neck as he leaned over you, using the weight of his body to fuck you harder, and you could feel the twisting, intense churning in your belly, signaling your climax. Your walls clamped down on him, and Sam gave a strangled moan, the thick ring of muscle at the base of his cock catching on your pussy.

“I can’t hold it,” he growled, hips working fast and hard into you. You nodded, arching your back, accepting more of him, feeling the tip of his cock slam into your cervix, and his knot swelled. With one hard thrust, you were screaming out your pleasure, and Sam was locked inside you, pumping load after load of cum into your welcoming heat.

Neither of you spoke for the longest time, both sweating heavily, panting, Sam’s arms clinging to you as he peppered reverent kisses along your back. You couldn’t help the sated smile on your face, nor could you stop the whine of disappointment when he finally pulled free, slumping to your side. It was second nature to drag you into his arms, and you settled there happily, inhaling his scent deeply.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I promise you, we’re gonna figure this out.”

You nodded, unable to keep your eyes from falling shut.

When you opened them, Sam was gone, and the emptiness of his promise split your heart in two.


“She’s twelve?”

The question was almost deafening in the small office and you feel the butterflies in your belly turn into a tornado. You aren’t even sure why you’d said anything and deflection is looking like your best defense.

“Yeah, she is,” you say, standing from the desk. "You said you wanted to see a couple of the victims?”

Dean narrows his eyes, glancing at Sam, clearly putting two and two together where his brother was already on the final solution. “Wait… are you…”

The phone rings, making you jump and you quickly grab it, answering to whoever has just saved you from the awkward situation from hell. “Hello?” A frown covers your face; the woman on the other end is from the junior high and she’s trying to confirm that you’re Emily’s mom. “Yeah, this is her. Is something wrong?”

“Dude, she’s got your eyes,” Dean hisses, holding out one of the photos to Sam. The younger Winchester doesn’t seem like he wants to look - he seems shellshocked and can’t take his eyes off of you. You make brief eye contact as he recognizes the worry on your face, and then you turn your back to him.

“What do you mean, she didn’t show up to fifth period?” you bark into the phone.  “How can you not know where she is? Let me try her cell.”

You reach into your desk and pull out a cell phone, quickly dialing a number.  It goes straight to voicemail, and you throw it on your desk with a muffled curse. “Do you think she skipped school? I’m going to run home and see if she went there then I’ll be over.” Slamming down the phone, you turn back to face Sam and Dean.

“Y/N….” Sam begins, but you hold up a hand to stop him.

“I can’t do this right now, Sam.  I’m sorry.”  Walking over to your door, you stick your head out and call for your assistant.  “Christopher,  these agents are from the FBI.  They need to see the two bodies from those animal attacks.  Give them anything they need. I have to leave for a bit. Call me on my cell if you need me.”

As soon as Christopher leaves Dean turns to you.  “Thanks a lot, Y/N.  This will really help our case.”

“I have no idea why you are pretending to be FBI agents, but I DO watch the news, you know.  I saw when you made the FBI’s most wanted list for your little murder spree, and I saw when you supposedly died.  The only reason I’m not calling the cops right now is that the Sam I knew would never hurt anyone.” You looked him in the eye then, and you saw a lifetime’s worth of pain and sorrow in those beautiful eyes of his.

“Is she……” Sam sucks in a breath, and his eyes close for a split second as he starts to ask the question you’ve been dreading since he walked into your office, “….is she mine, Omega?”  Sam asks you quietly.

You close your eyes at the sound of the familiar name on his lips, but don’t respond. With a flick of your head, you turn your back on the question, marching out of the door and speaking over your shoulder in a cold tone.  “I have to go.  I trust you both will be gone by the time I get back.”


“Come on, man! Focus! We have a job to do here!” Dean barks at his brother through clenched teeth as they enter autopsy room #1.  Christopher has pulled the correct bodies out of the cold chambers for their review. Dean flips through the first file, frowning.

“Jane Lindencamp, 13. Never came home from school on Tuesday.  Reported missing by her mother.  Large, round exit wound on the back of her head.  Body completely drained of spinal fluid.”

Sam turns the victim’s head and sees the large hole. “That’s weird.  What about the second vic?”

Dean flips through the second file. “Timothy Crawford, 12. Mother went to pick him up after band practice.  He never showed.  Same exit wound, the body also drained of spinal fluid.”

“So both of them were last seen at school?” Sam suddenly asks.

“Yeah, so?” Dean questions.

“What school did they go to?”

Dean flips rapidly through the files. “Parkland Middle School. Wait a minute! Didn’t Y/N say on the phone her daughter was missing from school? And isn’t she around the same age?”

Sam stares at his brother for a moment, just long enough for him to put the pieces together in his head before he takes off down the hall at a full sprint.  Dean drops the files and tears off after him. “Sam! Wait!”

Dean catches up to Sam as he reaches the Impala.  Damn Sammy’s long legs! “We need to get to the school now, Dean! Whatever killed those two kids probably has Y/N’s daughter!” Sam snaps as Dean slams the car into drive and peels out of the parking lot.


“Emily? Emily, are you here?”  You yelled as you ran through the house.  Flinging open her bedroom door, you saw it was empty.  She hadn’t come home.  Tears of frustration clouded your vision.   You had almost hoped she had skipped school.  It was a much better option than the alternative.  Racing down the stairs, you jumped into your car and headed for the middle school.

Pulling into the visitor’s lot, you parked next to a large black muscle car you were sure you’d seen somewhere before.  The memory tugged at your subconscious, but you couldn’t quite get to it.  Reaching out, you ran your hand over the shiny black hood, and an image of a teenage Sam getting in after school popped into your head.

You entered the reception area of the office, and Sally Perkins, who was on her third divorce and was eternally on the prowl, motioned you over. “I’ll let Principal Montgomery know you’re here, Y/N, but he’s a little tied up at the moment.”  She waved you in closer and said in a hushed voice.  “Two FBI agents are here about the kids that died.  Who knew the government made them so good looking and tall?”

Sam and Dean, it had to be.  They were at your daughter’s school.  Why?

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The Kindness of Strangers

Square Filled- In heat

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader, being in heat, dom/sub undertones, smut

Word Count- 2800ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo. The reader is in heat and needs an Alpha to take care of her. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Everyone is downstairs, trying to catch a glimpse of anything happening inside Mrs. Miller’s apartment. You feel bad, you really do. No one deserves to be murdered, let alone in their own home. And the fact that it seems to be a completely random, nonsensical murder in your apartment building is unsettling.

But you can’t join the rest of your neighbors outside her door, peeking in over the caution tape and straining their ears to hear the police talk. Not when you’re sweating and cramping and curling your toes at a very ill-timed heat.

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Seeking Comfort

Prompt: The reader has the flu and goes into heat. Because she is sick, she doesn’t want to have sex with Dean, but instead just wants to cuddle in her nest. (Re-written from about a year ago)

Relationship: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Angst (kind of), Nesting, Cuddling, ABO Dynamics, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, Mating Cycle/In Heat

Word Count: About 1600

Originally posted by thejabberwock

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A Different Blend

This fills in my “Coffee House AU” Square for @spnabobingo

Characters: Alpha! Lawyer Sam Winchester, Omega! Barista/Student Reader

Master List

The line was already out the door and it was only 7:30.  The espresso machine was on the fritz again and Judy was late and you couldn’t seem to make the drinks fast enough to suit anybody.

“Cappuccino with soy milk for Terry?” You called out wearily.  Everything was starting to catch up to you.  Going to school and working so many hours were starting to take its toll.  You felt like you were barely hanging on.

You were about to start your final semester of law school and had recently found out that your financial aid had been cut substantially.  The only way you could pay your tuition was to work as many hours as they would give you.

“Hey Y/N, that hot Alpha is in line,” Meghan whispered through the side of her mouth.  

You looked up and there he was. Tall, lean, dressed in a navy blue suit that stretched over his broad chest.  Damn, he was attractive.  You felt your face start to flush.  And he smelled so good.  Just one whiff of him never failed to get you wet.  This man was sex on a stick.  And all you knew was his first name.  SAM.

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Square Filled- bondage

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader, rough smut, bondage (restraint with ropes)

Word Count- 1600ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo​​. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Fucking finally.
Since your first heat when you were just a teenager, you’ve been looking, searching for him. And now you’ve got him.

Fucking finally.

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Roadhouse Blues [Part 2]

Summary: Since you appear to be a Beta you took work at the Roadhouse for Ellen and Jo filling in for Jo when she’s in heat, unfortunately that changes when your heat is triggered one night in the bar.

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warnings: It’s A/B/O so the usual warnings for that, SMUT, Due to abo possible dub-con 

Tags: thanks to @bkwrm523  for being my beta for this!

@kittenofdoomage your A/B/O’s gave me inspiration to write this

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[A/N: this is my first attempt at an A/B/O, I am so glad it’s had such a good response!]

Originally posted by wellcometothedarkside

“She is not going anywhere! I don’t give a damn about some stupid hunt; Y/N is not leaving here!” Ellen yelled. You were slowly becoming conscious of what was being said around you. A sweet scent washed over you - it was a mixture of whiskey, old books and forests making you feel at ease. As you breathed in this scent you could feel someone’s arms wrapped around your back and holding your legs bridal style, leaning your head to the side you felt a hard chest.

“Ellen I can’t leave her alone, and we can’t ignore this hunt!” The voice from above you argued as the grip on your body tightened, “I won’t leave her.”

“So you want to take an Omega in her first heat on a hunt!?” Another voice snapped, you could easily tell it was Jo. “She’ll give away your position without meaning it!”

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Sam Winchester-Series


Devil with a Blue Shirt  (1)(2)(3) COMPLETE

Nobody’s Angel (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) COMPLETE

Sobriety is Highly Overrated (1) (2) COMPLETE

……And Throw Away the Key (1) (2) (3) COMPLETE

Who Needs A Soulmate ANYWAY? (1) (2) (3) (4)  COMPLETE

Reflections (1) (2)  COMPLETE

Still I Rise (Intro) (2) (3)

The New Neighbor (1) (2) COMPLETE

In Name Only (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12

Worlds Collide(Supernatural/Marvel Crossover-Collaboration with @kittenofdoomage) (1)(2)(3(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)  ONGOING

The Parent Trap (1)(2)(3(4)) ONGOING

A/B/O Series (Alpha! Sam/Omega! Reader)

Doctor, Doctor, Can’t You See I’m Burning? (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) COMPLETE

Keep You Safe (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10) COMPLETE

None of Your Business (Sam Wesson/Dean Smith AU)

 (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)(12)(13)(14)(15) COMPLETE

Political Animals-The First Meeting(drabble) 

Political Animals (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)(12)(13)(14)(15)(16) COMPLETE

A Different Blend (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) ONGOING

In the Deep End (Collaboration with @kittenofdoomage) (1) (2) ???

Poor Little Rich Girl-(A/B/O Appreciation Day Drabble)

Poor Little Rich Girl (INTRO)(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)(12)(13)(14)(15)

(16)(17)(18) COMPLETE

That’s News To Me (1) (2) ONGOING

Feels Like Home (Dean x Reader) Part Three [A/B/O]

Part One Part Two

Woo-hoo, here comes Sam! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged :) also idk what’s going on with the formatting on mobile so for the full experience, I’d recommend using a different device. unless it’s just me. 

Warnings: fear, violence, injured reader.

Word count: 1379



That was the first word that came to mind.

I’m not good. I’m not safe.

But I’m alive.

And really, at this point, it needed to be enough.

Until you remembered what had happened and opened your eyes.

Groggily, you lifted crusty and slightly swollen eyelids up and squinted in the dim lighting, still able to make out shapes. Your head rushed and you would’ve thrown up, had there been anything left in your stomach.

You had bandages in various places. You were wearing a clean, gray shirt that hung down, and you shifted self-consciously. There was a pair of plaid men’s boxers on your bottom and you chewed your lip, afraid of what that might mean and who’s they were.
They only smelled of detergent and a slight musk, like they’d been in a drawer for a long time.

You were in a bare room, on an uncovered mattress with springs poking into your back and shoulders. You shifted uncomfortably.
That’s when you tried to get up…and realized you couldn’t.
Not only did your entire body either ache or throb with pain, but something was holding you fast.

You let out a surprised sound and became aware of a slip of fabric secured over your mouth, tied behind your head. You pulled your hands and felt something tug back. Looking up, you saw rope fastened to the bars of the metal headboard. Your head was against the bars, your legs straight in front of you.

You were tied and gagged. The calm breaths you’d tried were not working.

You screamed, yanking at the ropes furiously and cried when they burned your wrists. But you kept trying.
You started to teeter on the verge of hysteria again, kicking your legs and making as much of a ruckus as you could, praying that someone would hear you.

But what happened next made you wish you’d just kept your screaming to yourself.

It was the scent that hit you first. As an Omega, your sense of smell was stronger than Betas and even some Alphas.
And this was an Alpha. Pine, soil, pears, and fresh rain.

God, you were so sick of them.

It wasn’t Dean and it definitely wasn’t that cop.

Dean killed him, your brain helpfully supplied.

Oh. Right.
I’ll be sure to send him a fruit basket as a thank you, you thought sarcastically.

The Alpha ran and slid to a stop at the opening in front of you.
You nearly choked.
If Dean had been big, this guy was humongous.
He wasn’t as broad-chested as Dean but was at least two or three inches taller and was still very muscular and scary as hell. He had hair that came down to his jawline, and was wearing a red flannel and jeans that outlined long legs.

And the scent of Alpha was strong.

You screeched as loud as you could in fear, fat tears running down your cheeks once more. The gag was becoming wet with your saliva and you were becoming more panicked, thrashing around in your binds, recoiling away from the stranger.

The man froze, his mouth hanging open.
“DEAN!” he shouted.
No, no, no, this was not happening, you were not still with him.  

You heard the heavy clunking of boots from above and you hyperventilated, pressing yourself against the wall as the man slowly made his way to you.
You shook your head rapidly, nonsensically begging that he wouldn’t hurt you.
Or worse.

You closed your legs and drew them back at that thought.

The man sat down at the edge of the bed and put his hands out in a surrendering gesture.
“Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you. My name’s Sam.” You quieted a bit but your sobs were still prominent. You stared down at him, your eyes widened in fright.

“I’m gonna remove this. I won’t hurt you. Is that okay?” he asked, pointing at the gag.
You paused, then nodded slowly.

“Okay. It’s alright, I won’t hurt you. I promise,” Sam spoke gently, carefully removing the gag from your mouth. He took out a pocketknife and you whimpered at the sight.
“No, no, it’s just to cut the ropes. That’s all. Promise,” he said, gingerly bringing the knife up to your hands. You froze, hoping that you could trust him.
True to his word, Sam cut you free and calmly put the knife back.

“Dean!” Sam called again.
You shook your head.
“Please don’t call him. Please,” you whispered. Sam’s eyes widened at your pleading. He looked very concerned.
“I’m going to get you some water, and then we’ll talk. Okay?”
“O-kay,” you agreed hesitantly.
“What’s your name?” Sam asked, getting up.
“Y/N,” you answered. He nodded and gave you a little smile.

You waited until his footsteps were gone, then got up. You wobbled a bit, but the determination to get out kept you balanced enough.

You weren’t staying here.

Hugging the wall and blinking hard, you took a deep breath and straightened up.
Then you ran.
You heard Sam calling your name which just made your feet hit the concrete harder. His legs were long and if you slowed down, he would catch you easily.

You saw a door and another hallway that led to a staircase. You pushed off your heels and leaped to the opening… and ran into something warm and solid.
You bounced backward, yelping as you braced yourself for the impact that never came.

You looked up and in front of you was none other than Dean Winchester, two big arms wrapped around your waist and holding you tight.  

Your throat was so sore from screaming. It had become your go-to reaction now, though.
If anger had allowed you to punch a dick Alpha’s jaw, fear was more like a stab wound.
You head-butted Dean in the chest and elbowed his forearm. He grimaced in pain and flipped you around, trapping your arms and hips against him. You howled and bucked your legs up and back with the momentum, getting him in the shins hard even though you were barefoot.

Dean growled in annoyance.
“Omega, enough!” he ordered.

You froze, body immediately responding to the title and command.
But it didn’t stop you from bursting into tears, terrified at what you’d done.
“I’m s-sorry Alpha, I didn’t m-mean to, please don’t hu-hurt me, Dean. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you choked, falling limp in Dean’s arms.

Sam rushed over and eased you out of Dean’s grip, putting a hand on your shoulder. You dropped to the floor and crawled to a corner where two walls intersected, shaking with anxiety and panic. You folded your arms and legs and curled into a ball, trying to make yourself small. Maybe disappear.

“Dean, what the hell happened? Why was she tied up in one of the rooms?” Sam snapped. Dean didn’t answer.
You whimpered, thinking that this was your fault. You’d made the mess.

“I’m s-sorry, Omega was bad,” you whimpered in a quiet voice, not daring to look up. It had worked sometimes with your father when he got angry and yelled.

Both men looked at you in alarm. Sam made his way to you, as did Dean. You shrunk back into the bricks, pressing yourself up as much as possible. You winced at the feeling of the heavy bricks scraping against your head but ignored it as much as possible.

“No, no, it’s not you, Y/N. You didn’t do anything, honey,” Dean soothed. He reached a hand out and you flinched away, reduced to silent tears now. Dean drew his arm back.
Your breathing was slowing down, eyes feeling heavy. 

No, don’t let me pass out.

“I’m sorry,” you tried again, this time your voice weak and breathy.

“Not your fault, Y/N,” you heard before your eyes half-closed, something wet trickling down your neck. You drowsily reached a hand to your neck and took it away, gasping at the red staining your fingers.
“Sam, go get the first-aid kit,” Dean ordered. You heard steps retreating and let yourself fall into the pool of darkness.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You’re gonna be fine,” a voice promised.

Please don’t let me wake up again, was your last fleeting thought.


Part Four

~Tagged~ : @artsyicon @saffronxbristol @saam-lntn @spn-destiel-enthusiast @mage0flight


*This fic fills the “Library AU” Box on my @spnabobingo card

Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester, Omega Reader

Working in the library was a dream come true for me.  I had never been able to resist the siren song of a book from the time I was a little girl.  The library was small and old and wonderful.  It had only one computer and a playhouse in the children’s section that was held together by duct tape and prayer, but it was home.

When I was a kid and money was tight,  Mom would bring me here and I would leave with a stack of books higher than me and suddenly I was smart and fabulous and not poor.  Now I was the librarian.  It was a bit of a challenge being an Omega and working with the public.  But I took my suppressants and wore scent blockers, and I’d never had any problems with Alphas bothering me.

Today had been insane.  School started in two days, and it seemed every kid in town had been in. Thank God today was Wednesday, and the library closed at 5.  I glanced longingly at my ice cold cup of coffee from this morning and headed to my tiny office, where my cell was ringing.

It was my Mom.  I let it go to voicemail with a sigh of annoyance. I just didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now.  She meant well, but I just couldn’t bear to hear how Susie Markham was on her third pup and April Dillinger was getting married.  Yes, I should have been mated by now, but maybe that just wasn’t in the cards for me.

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Feels Like Home (Dean x Reader) Part Five [A/B/O]

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Yay, Cas!!

Word count: 1569

Warnings: reader has a nightmare, pretty much it.

A/N: do y'all want smut? Fluffy goodness? Both? I have a few ideas on where I’m going with the next chapters. I’m wondering if you have any preferences or you’re just going along for the ride.

Happy Sunday! Hope you’re all having a lovely weekend.


You waited until Dean had walked out and you heard the sound of the door shut before getting up and begin to check out the shelves of books.

Right. Like you were going to sleep.

These men were interesting. They were obviously smart and well-informed but about what? They didn’t seem like the kind to have a regular ol’ 9-5 office job, so what did they do? And how did this affect you?

Okay, they seemed nice enough. You hadn’t really met Sam but he’d acted concerned as to why you were tied up in some room, which meant that that probably didn’t happen often. That’s good.

Dean was alright. He still intimidated you quite a bit and you weren’t sure about his ways so far on protecting you… but he’d saved you and hadn’t hurt you.

That was good too, right? Right.

But you needed to figure out who they were. It was time for a little snooping.

You were excellent at poking around in people’s stuff. That was how you’d proved Jerry Miner had been cheating on your best friend in the tenth grade.

It wasn’t ideal if you were going to become a lawyer… but you’d never been very good at following rules anyways.

And that was how you found yourself in their library, reading a beat-up journal with messy scrawls. Notes about monsters and creatures you’d never heard of. The book said it belonged to John Winchester who you assumed was their father. From the dates logged for each entry, the time blocks were far apart.

You wondered how long he left Sam and Dean when he went on these ‘hunts.’ Maybe they’d had a crap childhood too.

You read about demons and Knights of Hell, biblical events that turned out to be true, archangels, Purgatory. Anything you could get your hands on.

You must’ve been at these books for hours.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” a new voice startled you. 

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The Power of Submission (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is an Omega, but she is far from the weak, simpering Omegas she knows, all owned by the Alpha that decides to claim them. But her daring nerve and bad temper take her too far one night while hustling pool, and she is forced to accept help from the two Alphas that come to her rescue. When she finds herself attracted to Sam, one of her rescuers, she learns a valuable lesson about what being an Omega truly means.

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, nothing else for this chapter, eventual smut

Word Count: 4500

A/N: This is a commissioned series, with one or two more parts on the way. If you’d like a story of your very own, PM me and we’ll talk :)

The man grins, though it’s more of a snarl on his old face, as menacing as it is gleeful while he watches you frown. You widen your eyes and try your best to look disappointed, maybe a little confused as the shot goes wide, and the ball misses the pocket entirely.

“You wanna rethink our bet, darlin’?”

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That’s News to Me

This is an A/B/O AU

Beta’d by my sista who gets in the wrong side of the car@Kittenofdoomage

Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester,  Beta! Charlie Bradbury, Beta! Fergus Crowley, Alpha! Arthur Ketch, Omega! reader

This fills the “first meeting” space for my @spnabobingo card

I was in my dressing room on my laptop doing research for an upcoming piece when I heard a quick knock at my door.  “Yeah?” I said impatiently.  I was in a groove here and needed to finish my thought.

“It’s me, Y/N, can I come in?” I heard my assistant call out.  She knew I wanted to pitch this story idea to Crowley today, and I had asked her to give me some time to iron out the kinks.

“Sure, It’s open.”

Charlie Bradbury, my assistant and all-around Wonder Woman came barreling through the door like a red-haired tornado.  “Holy shit! You are NOT going to believe what I just heard from Naomi!“

Something in her voice made me pause what I was doing. “Do I really want to know?” I asked.

“Ketch is being fired.  They are going to announce it today.” She told me. 

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Brother, Please

Square: Knotting

Ship: Wincest 

Rating: Explicit 

Warnings: Smut, Adult Content and Language 

Tags: A/B/O Dynamics 

Summary: Dean is starting his heat and he has no Alpha. What will Sam, an Alpha, do? Will he give in because of his instinct, or his need to help his brother? 

 Word Count: 1893 

 A/N: This only fills the “Knotting” square even though there are multiple moments that complete other squares on my card. 

 Written for @spnkinkbingo 

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

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