The bed was drenched in sweat and slick. The temperature in the room had reached Sahara-like levels of heat and Sam couldn't stop rutting against the edge of the bed, trying to get some friction against his rock-hard cock.

AlphaAlphaAlphaAlphaAlpha…

He hadn't felt a heat this bad since he was a teenager. Being on suppressants since then meant he hadn't been in heat since then at all. He couldn't even remember how he used to deal with it before he went on the suppressants. He guessed Gadreel hadn't bothered to take them while he was wearing Sam and now his base instincts were manifesting. His head was fuzzy and his thoughts were geared toward one thing only.

Need…fuck…knot…breed…

He knew the raw smell of Alpha coming from downstairs wasn't helping but the slowly dwindling rational part of him made him stay in the bed instead of following his instincts and running to the Alpha. The heat emanating from Sam's body was becoming unbearable and he started wrenching off his clothes until his hand brushed his naked length. Shuddering from that slight touch, Sam wrapped his hand around himself and started to pump. As empty as it felt, maybe it would relieve him somewhat.

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Dean had just stepped out of the shower when the overwhelming scent of ready Omega hit him and went right to his cock. A growl bursting from his lips before he got a hold of himself, he leaned against the nearest wall, closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Through his mouth, of course. He really didn't need to inhale any more of Sam's pheromones. Unless they had Omega intruders in the bunker (which was near impossible), Sam was in heat. A strong one at that.

All his Alpha instincts were screaming at him to find the Omega, claim and breed him but this was Sammy, his little brother. He had fought it before, he would fight it now. Dean had heard that Omegas who come off suppressants have stronger heats than regular Omegas for a while after they stop taking them, something to do with the body being denied for so long. He now knew it was true. Sam smelled like five dripping, horny Omegas right now. He gripped the wall so hard his nails started to chip the paint.

Sam is your brother, Dean…you have to take care of him and protect him…control yourself…

But he is in pain. An unresolved heat is a terrible thing to endure. Going to him will ease his pain and you will be taking care of him.

Dean stopped his deep breathing? Did his Alpha side just talk back to him? He hadn't had sex in a while but damn. For his Alpha side to take on a whole voice of its own…

Dean shook himself. No. He would stay down here and away from Sammy. The heat wouldn't last forever and then

"Deeeeeaaaaaannnnnn…help me…please…" came a needy moan from upstairs.

The towel was discarded and Dean by his brother's door before the water could dry on his skin.