PLEASE NOTE I am not using the Supernatural version of werewolves! It's more wolfman than what they deal with on the show. I liked the concept (and anatomy) better for this fic. :P
Chapter one: Werewolf!Alpha! Dean and Human!Omega! Castiel. Also I feel I should point out this is mostly just smut with a bit of plot.
PSA: In regards to future chapters, I might not use certain AUs because I already have a fic in the works that is more than a oneshot. (Examples include Demon!Dean and Human!Castiel.) I have the attention span of a goldfish, so while I have more fics started than I'd like to admit I bounce around between them depending on my mood. This, along with sucky life, is why you don't get fics as often as I'd like you to. It's also why 'Breed Me' is still unfinished. It's being written, don't fret, but if you want it done right you'll have to be patient my pretties!
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Castiel stirred as he heard the cottage's front door open and close quietly, the lock turning. Sitting up, he blinked blearily at the cracked door separating the bedroom from the main room. A shadow shifted beyond it, and he could just make out a familiar soft pad-scrape. His heart started to pound, and suddenly he was very much awake as he realized just what lay beyond the door.
"Dean?" he breathed.
Slowly, the door was pushed open. A looming figure took up the whole space, blocking the doorframe. He had to turn and duck to fit through, clawed feet brushing against the wood floor. The curtains were open, allowing the moon's silvery light to illuminate the creature. Castiel's breath caught, heat starting to coil in his belly. He'd forgotten tonight was a full moon. Dean must have still been on his way home when the change hit him. The Omega shivered in anticipation, watching the changed werewolf slowly stalk towards him. Dark gold fur covered him from head to toe, save for a special place between his legs, fingers tipped in short claws, the inside of his hands gone rough with thick, dark pads. Green eyes had become almost luminescent in this form, glinting in the silvery moonlight. Essentially a changed werewolf was an anthropomorphic wolf, in body type. It took time, but often retaining a level of control was something few had problems with. That said, if the werewolf wasn't a Beta, this could be more difficult. Alpha or Omega instincts on top of those belonging to their wolf could complicate things, but Castiel felt Dean had a good hold on them. The only 'problem', if you wanted to call it that, was that running and hunting weren't always the driving urges as it was for most changed werewolves.
Castiel shoved away the sheets, quickly crawling out of them as the werewolf drew closer. He moved to the foot of the bed, shucking the sweatpants he slept in and casting them aside. The Omega had no sooner yanked his t-shirt over his head than the werewolf was towering over him, a soft growl in his throat.
Blue eyes snapped up to stare at the werewolf, who's head was now at seven feet, and slowly ran downwards. Passed fur covered muscle and a muzzled mouth with a long, hot tongue, down to the crotch that was almost at eye level. The member before him was canine, not human, but it was large, reddish pink, and very hard.
When Castiel looked back up at Dean's face, it was only to have the Alpha pounce on him. He yelped in surprise, knocked back onto their large bed, gasping as rough hands tipped in claws grabbed is shoulders. The Omega soon found himself flipped onto his stomach in the middle of the bed, one hand shoving his shoulders to the mattress while the other hefted his hips high into the air. Obediently he bent his knees, propping his ass up and spreading his legs for his mate. He knew very well he was already hard and starting to slick, and even if the Alpha couldn't have seen it he could certainly smell it.
Despite knowing what was coming, Castiel still gasped as a cold nose pressed to his ass, nudging into the crack. He jumped a little when it brushed his hot and twitching pucker, earning an annoyed growl from the Alpha. In answer he whimpered softly, pressing back against the nose.
Apparently satisfied, Dean pulled away, but didn't go far. He braced a hand on each cheek, then pulled them apart to expose the Omega's hole and taint. Castiel gave a soft cry as a hot, rough tongue began to lap at the length of sensitive flesh, hands already fisting in the sheets at the sensation. For several long, wonderful minutes the werewolf licked, long tongue occasionally moving down to lap at his balls and at one point even his throbbing cock before returning to his hole again.
Castiel gave a soft mewl when he felt Dean finally pull away, releasing the hold on his cheeks. He gasped when, rather than get right to business as he usually did, Dean wrapped a rough hand around his aching member. He bucked into the grip, crying out when he climaxed moments later.
The Omega's head dropped to the bed as he panted, confused but happy. He heard the Alpha lick his hand clean, then was surprised again to have it come down hard on his ass. At first he yelped, but then fell quiet as blow after blow rained down. They did this when they were both human, sure, he just hadn't thought the werewolf would want this now.
In the end Castiel counted twenty blows. He whimpered when sensitive cheeks were grabbed yet again, shoved apart. That time the werewolf did as he'd anticipated, pressing the tip of his wet and throbbing cock to his hole. The Omega had just enough time to relax before he was pressing forward, hands on his hips holding him steady.
Castiel's mouth fell open, but he managed not to cry out. Soft whining and keening noises were all that came out, along with ragged pants. Yes he was an Omega, meaning if he was wet he was also ready, no need for preparation, but werewolves were big. Dean was already well endowed as a human, but his cock grew in size just like the rest of him when he changed.
His legs almost collapsed beneath him, a tear rolling down his cheek as the werewolf took him. Even slow, it still hurt at first, even if it felt amazing later. His hands fisted and twisted in the sheets, his hips trying to buck away at one point, only to be held in check by the Alpha's hands.
The slow pace only stopped when he felt fur brush his ass, the Alpha's balls bump against him. A satisfied smack was dealt to his already abused ass, making him squeak, followed by the tantalizing sensation of claws slowly ranking down his back, from neck to hip. Not hard enough to cut or scratch, but enough to make the Omega shiver. He didn't have to, Castiel knew that, but he also knew Dean, even werewolf Dean, insisted on taking care of him. The Alpha knew if he didn't give the Omega a few seconds to adjust, he'd hurt his mate. No matter how often they did this, no matter how much they both loved it, Castiel still had physical limits.
The Omega knew his time was up when he heard a soft growl, followed by the werewolf starting to draw out. When only the last half inch remained, he slammed back in, starting the rough pace. Castiel moaned, eyes fluttering as the werewolf pounded into him, hard and fast, claws digging into his hips a little. He didn't hold anything in after that, gasping and moaning with abandon. Rough fingers plucked at his nipples, wrapped around the back of his neck, or gave his ass an extra smack at random intervals. He whimpered and whined and keened, loving every second of it, the sensations adding to the full body delight of having a huge cock fuck his brains out.
Castiel knew his mate was close when his pace became erratic and all the rougher, each thrust slamming in hard and actually lifting his knees off the bed. His own body responded, pleasure spiking, the heat in his belly coiling tighter. Words tumbled through his lips, a rambling jumble that was essentially the same words over and over again. "Oh gods, yes, Dean, I'm close mate, Alpha please, please Dean, Alpha make me cum, please Alpha, please mate, make me cum Dean, please...
As always, it ended in a scream and a howl. With one last, powerful thrust the werewolf hit his climax, and Castiel tumbled over the edge after him. He outright screamed as he came hard, cock spurting onto the sheets and hole clinching down hard on his mate's member. It made it all the worse when the werewolf's knot began to swell, prying another cry from his lips.
Dean collapsed after his echoing howl, falling onto his side and bringing Castiel with him. Instinctively the Omega tried to buck away, to get off his cock, but the werewolf wrapped his arms around his mate, holding him in place. Castiel choked on a sob as the knot of flesh on the base of the Alpha's cock swelled, almost doubling in size, locking them into place. This combined with his own orgasm was actually painful, as he was still clinching down, but as his climaxed eased so did the pain. After a minute he slumped, limp, as the sensation of overwhelming pleasure again. He'd had his orgasm, his Alpha was still buried deep inside him, he could feel cum spilling within his hole, and the knot made him feel very full. Better still, the cum just kept coming and coming, filling him so much he actually started to feel strained.
Alpha's generally came a lot when they knotted as it was, but werewolves didn't need a mate in heat to trigger their knot. All they needed was a hole to fuck, but generally they only knotted when it was their willing mate. Castiel knew there had to be a pint of seed inside him, at least, if past experience was anything to go by. And oh gods it felt amazing.
Clawed fingers gently gripped his chin, tipping his face sideways. His eyes fluttered as panting tongue lightly lapped at his face, cleaning away the tears before releasing him again. The Alpha rested his head down, one arm still wrapped firmly around the Omega's waist, the other hooked around his chest. The knot wouldn't fade for a while, they both knew that. In the mean time they were content where they rested.
In truth Dean had usually pulled out. A werewolf didn't need a heat to breed any more than they needed one to knot. As much as his instincts drove for it, they'd decided to put that off for a while. It wasn't until recently they'd agreed to try. This was the third full moon in a row Dean had filled his mate with seed. Castiel had actually started noticing signs after last month, but you never knew, and he wanted to be sure before he said anything. Besides, he enjoyed this too much to stop it too soon.
Rough padded fingers stroked through his hair, the tip of a canine tongue lapping lazily at his neck. Gradually it moved lower, down to Castiel's exposed left shoulder. The Omega hummed as Dean nuzzled the white scar, bigger and more prominent than one a human Alpha gave to their mate, clearly more canine than homosapien. In addition to laying claim to him, it was indicator enough that Castiel's mate was a werewolf.
Feeling full and sated on top of the tender attention was enough to make him drowsy. He actually started to nod off, all but purring, before the werewolf shifted at his back. His eyes flickered open, and he sighed in disappointment as he felt the knot start to deflate. A rumble that might have been a laugh reverberated behind him.
As soon as the knot began to shrink, the Omega could feel cum start to leak out. Castiel groaned when it reduced enough for Dean to slide his cock out, at both the sensation of that and hot cum gushing out of him. He gasped softly as the tip drew out, and despite his efforts to clinch down the Alpha's seed kept dripping out. He didn't need to retain all of it, and even if it all left him the chances of getting pregnant were still good.
The back of Dean's claws caressed his stomach, each stroke moving lower as the dripping slowed. Eventually the werewolf sat up, gingerly gathering up the limp Omega. His muscles felt like goo, his bones like warm rubber. Castiel didn't put up a fuss as the Alpha moved him higher up the bed, away from the mess they made. Dean laid him down where his head would rest on a pillow, reaching down to grab an untouched and cum-free blanket from the foot of the bed. He laid it over his mate, tucking him in and stroking his hair.
Satisfied, the werewolf laid down, curling around Castiel like a dog, head behind the Omega's, an arm draped protectively over his waist. Castiel closed his eyes, a weary smile tugging at his lips. It never ceased to amuse him, not that he ever told Dean as much. He put up a tough front at every turn, fitting neatly into the role of Alpha, something he did very well. The werewolf gene just made him that much more macho, which was just as well considering he was the leader of his pack. That said, when he thought people weren't looking or wouldn't notice, he could be very much the gentle, caring, doting mate.
To be honest Castiel had hated the Alpha when they'd first met. He'd come off as pushy, arrogant, and lecherous. Fortunately Dean was also persistent. It had taken time, but with some effort Castiel had managed to find cracks in an ironclad Alpha front. They'd been official mates for just over a year now.
Slowly, gradually, Castiel nodded off. Before he did, he could hear the soft waffling exhale as the Alpha beat him to dreamland. His lips quirked up, the familiar sound soothing.
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