*Disclaimer: I have all the respect in the world for our Supernatural Boys and their wives and I am totally in love with them all (not really in love because I don't know them that well, seen them at conventions. you know all the good stuff. That being said: this is my own version of an A/B/O and I couldn't think of a better person to use than the main male character of it. SO... sorry if I offend, but have fun and remember, I have a screwed up imagination AND she likes to swear ALOT!*

God, I feel like I sound just like every other fangirl out there, not a single ounce of control over anything I say but let me tell you, I had no idea this would happen. Nope, it hit me right out of the blue. Was I a fan, oh yes, I so totally was but not that big of one. I was a Sam-girl all the way, and oh, did Jared do wild things to my imagination so you can imagine my surprise when I found that it wasn't Jared that stirred the dark and fuzzy feelings in me, but the one actor that I never even thought would get past my defenses.

Let me just put this right here as a disclaimer, yes, they are all married, and yes, I love their wives, one as it turns out, more than the others but Gen and Danneel are beautiful women, Vicki, well, she was definitely my slice of pie. That being said, it still hit me like a ton of bricks the first time anything ever went down with that one person that kind of snuck up on me.

Misha Fucking Collins.

Not going to tell you when it happened but it was one of the most interesting experiences ever.

Like I said, Sam-girl, Jared fan, Jensen, yeah he was pretty tasty too and the one that I usually ended up in pictures with but something about Misha just got me everytime. It took me almost all year to figure out that I had so many more photo ops with Misha than anyone else, and that I loved them, smiled every time that I looked at each one and remembered the experience.

Okay, so let me get on with this little tale which surprisingly didn't begin at a convention, which floored me considering how many I had been to that year, but at a local big box store where I would have never seen the interaction coming.

I raced through the aisle, dodging the crowd, have I mentioned that I hated them? If not, let me clarify, I hate crowds, strangely enough with the exception of conventions but as I said, I wasn't at one. I was in a box store looking for, shockingly enough, coffee to get me through the rough week of early mornings ahead. Two weeks until my last con and I was on edge. I didn't even have a carriage, just a basket and at the moment it was filled with things that I so totally didn't need.

I came around the corner, wanting nothing but to grab the coffee and run when I was knocked into. Not only knocked into, but knocked over because I was squatting down to see the smallest container of coffee, which at the moment was shelved on the very bottom of the display. Landing squarely on my ass, I lost my breath and fought with the lights that flashed before my eyes. It wasn't a soft landing, I felt the vibration of the floor straight up my spine, but as I took two seconds to catch my breath, I watched the shadow loom over me.

"God, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you down there." His voice was deep, but with a hint of a smile, almost a laugh in it and I saw only the large hand that he held out to me. With a sigh, I did my best to look up and not look like I was about to call him the world's biggest asshole, when I came face to face, or more like I locked gazes with the bluest set of eyes I had ever seen, well deep blue, like sapphires and I was right, there was a small smile playing on his pink lips, but it wasn't one that was mocking me, it was actually pretty playful. "This is a shitty place for them to put the coffee."

I couldn't be mad, not at that face, not at the smile that curved up on his lips and I shook my head, sliding my hand into his. I was at a loss when he wrapped his fingers around mine, letting off the warmth from his body despite the cold that filled the aisle.

"You're telling me," was all I could come up with as he helped me to my feet, and then towered over me by a foot as I wiped off the back of my jeans.

"Just a small container?" He looked questioningly at the items that had managed not to fall out of my basket.

"Um, yeah, I'm the only one who drinks it, so this thing will last me about two weeks." I shrugged and grabbed the basket from the floor. I felt so dumb just staring at him, but he looked so familiar and there was no way that the man he resembled would be standing in my hometown grocery store."Thanks for helping me up."

"Well, I did knock you over, it's only right." he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. I couldn't turn away from him, and it seemed, that he couldn't take his eyes off of me. I watched as he looked at me from under his lashes as he looked down a little. "I'm Misha."

"Destiny," I replied and let the smile curve up on my lips, but the thought of taking his hand, the one he was suddenly holding out for me again made my insides shake. What the hell was it with this man? I licked my lips, prayed my hand didn't quake and gripped his fingers, not that it really mattered because my hand was small enough to hid inside his. "Misha? Not… not Collins, right?"

His eyes went wide and he looked around as if he had been some criminal on the run and I slipped my hand away, holding them both up as if I were trying to calm him, but in doing so, I closed the distance, feeling the heat from his body as I nearly pressed against him.

He suddenly stilled, as his nose seemed to flare, like he had taken a deep breath and his blue eyes, bright one moment, darkened into a deeper blue. His hand came up, fingers curled around the three of mine and he lowered my hand slowly, but never bothered to let go.

"I'm sorry, that was kind of loud," I apologized but judging by his reaction, I knew I was right. It didn't explain the way he stepped closer, or the fact that he was looking at me like I had grown three heads. "I'm not… I'm not going to tell anyone, just, what are you doing here?"

"I'm on a trip," he whispered and looked around but his focus seemed to remain on me and those who were coming closer to me than on the fact that we were standing in the middle of aisle twelve of a box store. "Darius and I are headed to Boston, I just wanted to get… You smell fantastic."

I smiled at him, eyebrows raised as his seemed to narrow. The comment was just so strange that I couldn't help but look around as the blush rose on my cheeks.

"Um, thank you." I whispered and watched as his shrugged.

"I know, it's odd, but…" he tilted his head just a little bit, that curious look in his eyes made my heart thump and he shook his head just a little. That didn't do anything for the fact that I thought he smelled delicious, and it came off him like the smell of christmas and summer all rolled into one. Cinnamon and Watermelon, just like he was always saying but damn, I didn't think it was true. "Dee, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I whispered, not realizing that I had been staring at him. "I'm sorry, again, um, I'm not sure what the hell is wrong with me."

"No, no, please don't apologize," he smiled, still holding firm to my fingers. "This is going to sound just a bit odd, mostly because, well you're buying some but, can we meet for coffee?"

"Coffee?" I smiled and looked around. Nine o'clock at night was a perfect time for coffee. "Now?"

"Tomorrow morning," he reassured me, taking in a deep breath through his nose. "I, ah, I have to check out a few things, and Darius is in the car, but we're staying at a little roadside motel on Route 9, the Copper Light… lamp?"

"Lantern?" I questioned and watched as he nodded. "I know right where that is. There's a Dunkin Donuts up the street if you want to meet there."

"Fantastic," but he hadn't let go of my hand yet. "I, um, can I have your number."

Why did he seem to suddenly be acting like some sort of teenager? But I found myself holding out my phone, and it got a smile from him as he saw my screensaver, a picture of me and the boys' bodyguard. Finding his way around my phone pretty easily, he put his contact information in, snapped a picture of himself and handed me back the phone.

I looked at the name and grinned before I cocked my head a little and raised a brow. "Your Alpha?"

"Yes," he said softly, leaning in so that I could definitely smell the cinnamon that flowed from him, "don't worry, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"You know this isn't going to let me go, and I'm going to have to text you about it tonight right?" I laughed, letting it hit me that everything he had done since he touched my hand had turned me on and right now the little dom brow that he was giving me, along with the smirk was just enough to make the heat between my legs a little too much.

I saw him breath in again, felt his hand shake as he took my hand one more time and those eyes darkened again.

"I, ah," he swallowed hard, "I have to go," he brought my hand to his lips and kissed them gently. "Text me, whenever you want, please."

"I will," it was pretty much a whisper as the feeling of his lips caressed my skin and my heart thumped hard against my chest. I watched him step back, glance at the fact that there was no one in the aisle with us and suddenly, without a goodbye, he was gone.

I found that I could breath, not that I couldn't before, but the draw to him was so magnetic that I don't remember how long we stood there for, or if I even cared, but as I leaned down to grab the basket one that I had apparently put back down at some point, I realized that I still had my phone in my hand.

With a deep inhale, his scent still in my nose, almost enough that I could taste it on my lips, I tapped the little message button and bit down on my bottom lip.

I'm sorry if I'm needy, but I couldn't wait until tomorrow, My Alpha.

It was a simple text, one meant to only tease but the response I got made me shiver everywhere.

I could take you right here in my car, Dee. Do you need me to come find you?

He was serious, protective, and I don't know I knew, but if I needed him in an instant, he would be there, but I looked around a bit to see if I could possibly spot him the crowd of people.

Misha, it's okay, I'll be alright. I'm a big girl, I've been doing this a long time.

I made my way towards the self-checkout and started scanning my stuff through, smiling as I did so. With my bags in hand, I headed to my car with one thing on my mind.

Misha Fucking Collins.

The Next Morning

All I gotta say is fucking brr! Of course, the one morning I have the chance to meet a man that sets my blood on fire, it's gotta dip down below normal and I'm running out early to start my car. There is no way I'm getting in a cold one to drive the twenty minutes to the coffee shop. I mean hell it would warm up by then but… nah, I'll just let it idle, heat up full blast, for at least ten minutes. Misha has only texted about thirty minutes ago anyway.

Oh that was fun, by the way, trying not to over text the man who had given me his number, I had my own rules about overdoing it at the jump but seriously that one text in the store had almost sent me flying out the door and into his arms so the less the better on my part.

I could take you right here in my car.

Yeah if that didn't get my heart pumping, and I still shivered at the thought of it but there was something about it that made me think I should possibly wait. He was married after all, and… yeah, tempting as that was, ugh!

I grabbed my coat, knowing my kids were out the door and on their way to school, locked the door behind me, and climbed into the car. That damned song was on the radio, the one that was played by every station like fifteen times an hour, just to get on my nerves and I growled as I turned it on and put on my spotify, cranked up some Shinedown and backed out of the driveway.

The phone dinged yet again. Text message, and I slowly pulled up to the red light. Swiping the screen, Misha's name popped up and I couldn't help the smile, or the warmth that spread low in my belly.

I hope you're on your way, the girl behind the counter is giving me some really strange looks. - M

I laughed as I imagined him sitting in a corner booth, baseball hat pulled low but the feral look in some teenager's eyes as she stared him down was just comical, but then again, the thought of someone reaching out and touching him sent a jolt of jealousy through me and I found myself accelerating, getting irritated at the cars in front of me.

What the actual fuck?

I didn't get jealous, certainly not over a man I had just met, and I had to breath as I raised my foot from the gas pedal, now moving more with the flow of traffic then being one of those asshats that rode your bumper.

I passed the Copper Lantern and glanced at the cars, wondering which door was theirs and then another thought came to me. What if Darius was there? What would I do, I mean I was only expecting Misha?

Everything was put to rest when I pulled into the Dunkin Donuts not a mile down the road and noticed the dining room was empty except for one man… in a baseball hat, sitting in a corner booth. Okay, that was weird, but I shrugged it off, parked the car and made my way inside.

I didn't bother with the counter, just headed over to him, and stopped dead when I saw that there was a second coffee cup sitting at the table. Misha fidgeted with his nervously, his blue eyes going anywhere but the counter as he took one hand and pushed the black hair behind his ear, not that it was actually long enough to do anything, let alone move, but it was just a nervous habit.

"Hey," I smiled, but his eyes has come up at me long before I had uttered a word, like the moment I walked in the door, blue ones that became almost lust-blown, darkening as they set on me and nope, I wasn't scared, just… interested. Misha rose slowly, reached out and took my fingers when I was close enough.

"Good morning," he grinned and pulled me in. He didn't hug me, just pressed his cheek against mine and took a deep breath, like he couldn't get enough of my shampoo. "God, you smell good."

"Thanks," I blushed. I BLUSHED! Doesn't usually happen, but then again, I could smell him too.

Like this overwhelming warmth, so hard to explain. He didn't smell like the cinnamon anymore, or the fruity scent but warm was all I could use to describe it, warm and… home. I pulled away quickly, not sure what the hell was going on but he realized just how strange of a scene it must have been and drew away at the same time, the two of us sitting down quickly.

"I ordered you a coffee," he stated the obvious, but cleared his throat, like he was embarrassed. "It's a habit on set, if you're the first one there, you get for the others."

"Thank you," I smiled and turned the cup, looking at what was written there. "Huh," was all I whispered but it caught his attention, "you're a pretty good guesser."

"It's a gift," he mumbled under his breath but when I looked up from the cup, all I could see was those eyes locked on me, like a predator. Probably should have been my guess that there was something just a little sideways about this. "D, we need to talk."

"And, that's what I thought we were coming here for." I watched as his eyes kept flickering up at the people behind the counter. A low rumble escaped his lips, something from deep in his chest and while it sent shivers through me, right straight to the heat between my legs, I suddenly heard the scuffle of the people behind the counter. "What was that?"

"Something seems to have happened that was very… unexpected." Misha laid his hands on the table, opening his fingers so his palms were up, almost like he was offering his palms, or his wrists and I unconsciously reached out and found myself resting my hands in them, running my fingers along the pulse, the bones, the veins that were there, but it wasn't until he looked down that I even noticed I was doing it. "This was what I didn't expect."

"Okay, I'm getting a little confused," I know I whispered it but I never moved my fingers from him, in fact, the longer they stayed there, the more of him I wanted to touch, and that was when I caught it. The scent in the room had changed. The warmth that flowed from him was now a heat, and the scent was intoxicating, more so than the coffee that sat before me, and a low moan escaped me.

"Shit!" He growled, that got a little whimper and suddenly I straightened out.

"Misha?" he turned our hands over so that mine were pinned to the table and his fingers ran along my arms, along the inside of my wrist, making me roll my eyes as it also seemed to calm the sudden need in me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you really were one," he said softly, shaking his head, but never letting go of my eyes. "There are ones behind the counter but… their not you."

"Misha, what the fuck are you talking about?" I snapped and that got a small tone from him, one that I instantly felt the need to back down from but instead I sat up straighter and moved just that much closer. I heard him huff, watched his lips part and saw the spark of desire move through him at my defiance.

"You're an omega," he stated, quite blatantly.

"A what?" I wanted to move my hands, sat back to actually do it but couldn't force my renegade digits to release him, even as his gentle caresses kept me calm. "Are you talking about a wolf?"

"Genetically, we're not…" he stopped, like this was the hardest conversation he had ever had but I knew his resume, this was not nearly a difficult task. "We're not wolves, per se, but biologically, it happens, mostly when we find our… our true mate."

"Okay, I have heard just about enough." I moved this time, separated myself from him and instantly felt lost, but I headed straight out the door, feeling him following behind me. He had me up against the car before I knew what was going on, turned to face him, with his arms wrapped around my waist and I could feel the want, the need that flowed off him and I was instantly turned on. "Misha, let me go."

"You have to understand, this isn't easy for me either." He shook his head. "I thought I had that part of me… removed."

Removed, what the hell was he talking about? How could you have a part of yourself removed, let along something that was biologically or genetically ingrained in you. I stopped for a second, ready to start questioning it but then another thought came to mind.

"Wait," I snapped, "what you put on my phone, that little contact tag, Your Alpha? You weren't joking." I placed my hands on his chest, because there was nowhere else to go but that sent my body spiraling and all I wanted was skin, his skin, under my fingers. "You're an alpha."

Okay, I didn't understand half of what was going on, but I had read a few things in my past. I knew how wolves worked, the alphas were the strongest, the leaders, while betas where the hunters, the guards, but the omegas, they were just the breeders, the… the ones the alphas used.

"That's wrong," Misha growled as if he had read my mind, bringing me back to the fact that I was still in his arms and he had lowered his head enough so that his forehead was touching my temple.

I could feel him, all of him and every inch that touched me made me want him all that much more. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, one hand moving up my spine to caress the bare skin just above my shirt and that little bit of movement made me want to move, something that I found I was doing as my hips caused the friction I needed, more so when his knee locked between my legs and applied pressure.

"We don't take omegas, they're not just for breeding, Dee, they mate for life, you know."

"But an unclaimed omega is just open season, right?" I snapped, my eyes trying hard to meet his even with the feelings stirring in me. I was surprised how steady my voice was with the fact that I wanted to just jump him out here in the parking lot. "You have a wife, Misha, you already have your omega."

I shouldn't be having these feelings, the ones of anger and lust all wrapped up into one. I needed to wrap my head around what he was saying but then again, it made perfect sense at the moment, even if I was thoroughly confused.

"No," he whispered, taking in a breath, "omegas are so rare, ones like you. Vicki is a beta, my right hand, my guard, just like I'm her's but I… She's not claimed but no one will ever touch you again."

"Why?" I whispered, whimpered was more like it because I wanted to hear him say it.

"Because, you're mine." he growled, and oh my God, I swear I was a breath away from an orgasm just from that, and his breathing suddenly picked up. "You don't get how this works, do you?"

"I'm well aware of just how fucked up this is." I snapped back and felt that hand that was at the back of my neck curl up in my hair, gently tugging it back so his lips were just a touch away from mine. "I'm not an omega, I've never had anything, no one has ever told me anything, Mish. There wasn't any… what the hell do they call it, heat? Never any of that, never such a… Oh my God, what's happening to me?"

"Shh, shh, sweets," his voice was low, and that did me even more as I put pressure on his thigh. "I can explain everything, most everything, but Goddamn, you have to stop doing that."

"Get me out of here!" I begged, but hell, I didn't know what I was begging for as he suddenly took my hand and we moved towards the black Jetta that sat just a few spaces over.