Prompt: The reader is nesting being in pre-heat (or heat) but she doesn’t feel well (has fever/nausea) so she doesn’t want to have sex with Dean, instead he just cuddles with her in the nest.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader
Warnings: A/B/O stuff, heats
“Baby, I swear, I’m fine,” you told Dean, sitting on the floor of the bathroom.
“You don’t sound fine,” he replied, giving the best alpha voice he could over the phone.
“It’s just the flu. It’s nothing to worry about, I’m sure it’ll be gone in a day or so.”
“Well if it gets worse, call me. Me and Sammy are already on our way, but we’re about a day out.” He sounded tired, they had just finished a hunt not an hour before he called.
“If I start to feel death creeping up on me, I’ll let you know. I gotta go take a shower, you should get some sleep, baby,” you suggested.
“We’re gonna go get food and then find a motel in the next town over,” you started to feel nauseous again, and decided to end the conversation.
“Sounds good,” you said, shifting closer towards the toilet from where you sat, “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. Get better, I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye,” you said quickly, ending the phone call as fast as you could before kneeling over the toilet and heaving into it for the fifth time today.
You woke up covered in a thin coat of sweat, panting needily into the pillow beneath you. Your head was throbbing, making you dizzy, and unfocused. The blankets had been kicked from the bed, and sheets pushed to the side. You felt hot, and uncomfortable, the desperate feeling of need shivering throughout your body.
“Fuck no,” you exclaimed groggily, moving from where you lie despite your body’s protest.
You weren’t scheduled for a heat for another week, but as you felt that pang of need for your alpha’s warmth and comfort, you knew you had been mistaken.
But this heat was different, you felt terrible. And then, as that familiar nausea crept up on you, you remembered: you had the flu.
Vision still blurry, and legs wobbly, you rushed into the bathroom to puke. Your knees dropped to the floor and you hunched over to relieve yourself.
You felt a thousand times worse that usual; aside from nausea, the need for comfort was bothering you more than anything else. You knew your alpha was going to be with you in less than a day, but you needed him now.
You picked up your phone, ignoring every rational instinct you had about making Dean drive to you in the middle of the night. You scrolled through your contacts until you found ALPHA, and tapped on his phone number.
It started ringing and you prayed to God he would pick up.
“Y/n, baby, what’s wrong?” his deep, sleepy voice filled your ears and you practically purred to it.
“Dean,” you whispered, taking a deep breath before admitting, “I need you to come home, please.”
You could hear shuffling from the other line, “Why, what’s wrong? Baby, you gotta tell me what’s going on,” he pleaded, alpha voice lacing his request, making you squirm.
“I’m in heat,” you stood up from the bathroom floor slowly, “Alpha, please, come home. Please, I need you to come home, pl-” you were practically sobbing as you walked into your room, the scent of your alpha making you whine.
“Hey, hey, baby calm down I’m on my way,” he spoke softly, recognizing your desperation. “Is there anything you can do to help, you know…” You knew what he was asking, he was suggesting you use a fake knot or something, but you didn’t feel like it. The headache currently pounding at your head, and nausea threatening to take over kept you from worrying about your normal heat needs.
You whined, “No, I don’t want- I jus- I just want you to come home.”
“Of course baby, I’ll be there as soon as I can, I promise,” he sounded concerned and anxious, “Try to get some sleep.”
“I’m gonna get packed up, I’ll text you when we’re on our way, okay?” he asked.
You mumbled a soft okay in response, climbing into bed.
“Omega,” he stated firmly, grabbing your attention, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Call me if you need me,” he said before handing up.
You knew that he had to hang up to get his stuff together and probably wake up Sammy, but your heat-riddled brain made you whimper as the call dropped.
You made it all of thirty minutes before deciding to make a nest. Well, it was less of a decision and more of an aching need you had to take care of.
You started with your own blankets and sheets, dragging them to the far-left corner of the room. They bunched up against the wall as you rearranged them, trying to fit them into the perfect spot. You grabbed the blankets and pillows from almost every room, leaving Sam’s alone. Dean’s dirty clothes littered the nest, and the faint smell of alpha took over.
It took over a half an hour of meticulous rearrangements before you were happy with the nest. Exhausted, you climbed in, moving around to find the right position.
Your phone buzzed.
You rolled your eyes at the text from your alpha, but followed the command nonetheless, grabbing the water bottle on the floor outside the nest, and taking a couple large gulps.
Much to your distress, as you shifted in the nest you noticed it didn’t smell quite right. It didn’t smell enough like comfort or home.
You pulled out your phone and texted Sam.
Do you still have that soft Sublime hoodie?
Sam stirred awake to the sound of his phone going off.
Do you still have that soft Sublime hoodie?
He smirked at the question.
“Her heat must be getting bad,” he said, voice deep with sleep.
“What makes you say that?” Dean asked, sounding almost panicked.
“She asked where my clothes are,” Sam replied.
This wasn’t the first time you had gone into heat while they were on a hunt. They knew your coping mechanisms, and how you nested. Somehow it always ended up with you asking for their clothing, especially when your heat got bad. The comfort and smell of it made you heat diminish slightly.
He sent back a text
Dresser, second drawer down. It should be in there somewhere.
“Fuck,” is all Dean said, gripping the steering wheel harder.
“Dude, I’m sure she’s going to be fine. Y/n can take care of herself,” Sam said, trying to sooth him as the smell of anxious alpha filled the air.
You packed Sam’s sweatshirt as well as some other clothes you found tightly into the nest and climbed in once more.
You fell asleep wrapped in large comforters, and your nose shoved into Dean’s night shirt, only waking up from the warmth to hurry to the bathroom.
Eventually, you woke up to the smell of alpha and home and a hand petting your hair softly. You looked up, eyes blurry with sleep.
As soon as you realized it was him you lunged, pulling the blankets off yourself, and shoving your face into his neck.
“Woah, easy there baby,” he tried to pry you off of his neck so he could talk, but you just gripped his shirt and breathed in his scent.
Realizing detaching you was no use, Dean just wrapped you up in his arms. You whined at the attention, clawing at his jacket to come off.
He caught the drift, slipping out of the coat, and kicking off his shoes. You pulled him to the nest, and Dean followed your lead.
You cuddled up against him, practically laying on top of him.
“What do you need, Baby?” he asked quietly.
“This,” you said, placing your nose back into the crook of his neck, “Just this.”
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