Disclaimer: I own no one, or anything you may recognize

warnings: child abuse/neglect. Non consent. Violence. Slash smut.

this is Dean's story and how him and Brock came to be. It's not like all mushy cause that's not my style. Damaged people are the wisest.


Brock noticed the changed in Dean that morning. He was standoffish.

It was after dinner when Dean wanted to cuddle in bed that Brock knew something was more wrong then Dean being well Dean.

Dean laid with his head on Brock's chest, getting his hair played with.

"what's wrong baby?"

"I was just thinking about how I came here and Roman."

Brock hummed. That was a painful memory. Brock remembered everything like it was two weeks ago. Every detail that Dean told him. Every hard wrenching sob that tore through him in the middle of night because of nightmares.

Dean, some days it felt like it all happened a few minutes before. The touches. The pain. So real. He had come a long way. Over come so much. It wasn't easy,it took Brock a while to break his walls down. Brock wished he could have found him sooner, saved some of the pain.


1993 age 8

"fucking worthless little shit! Both of you!" The man screamed down at the child that was clutching his face.

That was the first time Dean had felt physical abuse. The first time he didn't feel loved. That was the day his dad walked out on him for good. And when everything changed for him. His alpha gene came forth.

His mother dealt with things differently. She began using drugs and when the addiction kicked in, she used all the money. The moves started and the lack of jobs followed. Caring love and food, were things he didn't have. Things he got used to going with out. Things that made him different.


1998 age 13

" come on pumpkin do it for mommy." The young teenager shook. He didn't want this. How dare she act like the worlds best mom. Not with what she wanted him to do. Not when she didn't care. She just wanted her nest fix.

"Listen to ya ma omega."

He hated that man. More know then ever. He closed his eyes. It would be pointless to fight, even his stubborn side knew that. He was just some small scrawny omega who had moments of defiance.

He shrudded as he felt the mans hands on him. His shirt going first. His basketball shorts next. Nothing but boxer briefs remained.

"Be a good omega for your alpha."

that phrase was all it took. He snapped his eyes open. Once bright ocean blue were now the darkest blue. Alpha gene.

He fought and clawed at the hands on his body. Screaming to stop the whole time. The punch to his nose stunned him.

" here I just wanted to give you pleasure. Maybe I need to teach you a lesson first."

The first time he had been beat with a belt. His mother watched. Saying nothing. Doing nothing. No, she smiled and let it happen. Once his back and ass was covered with welts and he was a sobbing mess he was turned over roughly.

"Lay there and be good."

He cried as the man touched him. Stroking him. His body giving into the sensations. He cursed his body.

He was thankful it didn't go past that. The man handed money to his egg donner, as he lied on the floor curling into himself.

He felt lower then dirt. He wanted to curl into himself and never come back out.


2001 age 16

three years. His mother let it men. One always a regular. He learned to fight though. His home life had effected him in more ways he wanted to ever admit. He was bullied when he did go to school. Which wasn't often.

" look at you boy. You done grew up over the summer"

He felt the mans eyes over his body. He grew over the summer. Standing at 6 foot 3 now. His job at the junk yard had added muscle. But no matter what, his small waist stayed.

"Looks like you need broken in now."

Dean remembered every time over the last 3 years every time this man touched him. Every time he jacked him off. Every time he gave him oral. Every time Dean's body gave into the 'pleasure'Always promises of more and when he grew he'd rape him. No he didn't use that word. He said he'd knot him something real good. But it was rape if it wasn't willing. He would never be willing with this man. This sad excuse of an alpha.

Dean did all he could. He fought the hardest he ever did. His mother, watched in horror screaming at him. No one wanted her anymore. They wanted her son. And she would willingly give him up. After all his figure was better then hers.

the alpha laid out. Knocked out cold. Dean panted wiping the blood from his nose. He packed a small bag, and left. Never looking back. Not that his mother had tried to stop him. No she was tending to the man who wanted to rape him.


2011 age 26

10 years was a long time. Some how he had stayed alive that long. He met people who he might even call friends later in life. Runaway omegas that weren't claimed that stayed together. They made it work. They shared a place, all had little side jobs to pay bills and rent. It wasn't great but it worked for them. Until that night.

Because nothing good could last for him. It wasn't written for him.

He should have known that he would come looking for him. To get revenge. Finish what he started.

And he did. He caught Dean when he was walking the two blocks from work to home. Dragged him down the first alley.

"Just a whore like your mother. How fitting I take what's mine in this dirty alley. That's the last place I fucked her you know? She begged me to leave you alone. She cared for you in her last moments. I told her all the dirty things I planned to do to you. How I would make you fucking beg and plead for me to end it. All because you just couldn't be a good omega."

Dean was frozen pushed against the brick wall. He felt like that scrawny 13 year old again. He heard the belt buckle. He didn't scream from the pain. Pain was something he was used to now. 10'years did that on the streets.

He hissed as he was thrown to the ground. Broken glass cutting his palms. The kicks to his ribs adding pain.

The body on his made him snap. Dark blue eyes. He screamed. Fist were thrown from both sides. His ribs though, the perfect distraction. Something hard hitting his head. Everything fuzzy. He found his pants being pulled down before a voice. It was angry, yelling.

Dean couldn't focus. His head throbbed. He felt hands on him. He struggled as much as he could. A big hand laid on his neck. Almost comforting. Petting down his back.

"Shh omega. I got you. You're safe now. He won't hurt you ever again."

That voice. His hands. A calm feeling. Feeling safe. Blackness.


He woke stretching. The bed felt so much more comfortable. Then he turned. The pain in his ribs, the reminder he needed from reality. This wasn't his bed.

"relax. I won't hurt you." That voice. He remembered

"where am I?"

"my place."

Dean didn't say anything. Just nodded looking around. He had sweat pants on now. And a t-shirt. Clean.

" you changed me?"

"Yeah, I promise I didn't touch you more then needed." For some reason he believed him.

"What's your name?"

"Brock. Brock Lesnar."

Dean nodded again. His defenses up. He watched the other man. He was tall. Built. Blonde. The brightest blue eyes. And above all else scary as fuck. He could break him in half if he wanted to. But yet something about him made Dean feel safe.

"Dean Ambrose."

A small smile played on Brock's lips.


Over the next few months Dean saw more and more of Brock. Every time he found himself falling more and more. Something he was not ok with. Brock himself was curious of the younger man. He could smell the omega on him but yet he had alpha tendencies. Above all he smelled his scent. His omega.

Brock spoke with his pack leader. He knew Dean would be pissed with what was going to happen. But he had to know. Had to have his omega.

Pissed was right. Dean was such a back alley scrapper it amazed him. 7 doctors it took to get Dean strapped down. He was beyond pissed and so very afraid. He didn't feel the shot. No what he felt was the worse pain in his life. His body fighting from the inside out. Brock holding him. The restraints hurt. He looked to Brock, he knew Brock would help him. He always did.

"Please" it was so unlike him. So submissive. Brock kissed his forehead and order them to sedate Dean. A small smile.

Three times, he was sedated. Before he woke up to just a little soreness. A voice speaking quietly.

"You can claim him Brock. He's a special one. Mixed breed. "

claim me. Dean growled. He fought the restraints even more. He didn't want this shit.

"Let me go you fuck!"

"Omega, stop." Pure dominance.

And for the first time in Dean's life he listened to an alpha.


"Why does it hurt so much?"

"It's your heat pet. It's... When an omega can bare children. It's hormones and a bunch of things I don't understand." At least he was honest.

"what's it mean?"

"I have to claim you"

Dean knew what that meant. He was not happy about that in the least bit. Brock was ready for the defiance though. He had to admit that his beautiful pet looked every so sexy tied to his bed. Sweat coating his body, breathing heavy. But a look into his eyes showed more then anger and fear. Lust.

The pleasure was so different. Welcomed. He begged for more. Brock's thick fingers turned him into a wanton little thing. Brock kept him on edge though. His body giving in to Brock. He felt the stretch, and pain. But it made it that much more real. He needed the pain. The restraints were gone. When? He couldn't remember. His back arching as his fingers scratched down the muscular back.

Then the pleasure exploded. God it felt so good. So perfect. His body weightless. Then a change. Pain. Fear. Then the pleasure came back sevenfold. He wasn't prepared for that.

" please alpha!" Moaned.

Neck bared. Slick.

"Omega." Growled.

teeth. Pain. Knot. It was bigger. So much bigger.

"Oh God"

so much pleasure. He couldn't stand it. His vision black. Back arching. Mouth open. Toes curled. Safe. Calm. Peace.

But it didn't last long. The pain. And Brock was not prepared for the anger this time.

Dean couldn't handle these feelings. The feelings were driving him. Driving him crazy. He wanted away and locked up at the same time. He hated himself for giving in. But it was welcomed. The back and forth, he couldn't focus. He wasn't in control. That was his biggest problem.

well next to The heat. Fuck it hurt so bad. So hot. He glanced to Brock. Bright blue eyes. All omega. Brock cradle him. Showing his softer side. Dean loved it, it appealed to a different side of him.

Two more times he was taken. The heat stopped. He laid clutching Brock.

"Please don't"

"please don't what pet?"

" Don't leave me. I..I know I'm not the easiest."

" Pet I wouldn't have you any other way."

Dean smiled slightly. Showing full deep dimples. Before a calm sleep took over for the first time in too many years.


" you ok pet?"

"mm hmm. Just.. A lot. I remembered. The feelings you made me feel. I wasn't used to it. It scared me. I can tell Roman's the same. And I'm glad you saved me that day."

Brock smiled kissing Dean on the lips. It was slow but passionate. Dean moved straddling Brock. Pushing down and grinding.

"Alpha, please? Want your knot."

"I can't say no pet."

it was slow. So slow. Deep. With the perfect amount of pain. Dean's eyes couldn't stay unrolled if his life depended on it. The pleasure perfect. Each thrust hit his spot. He held off until he felt Brock pick up speed and get rougher.

"Oh god yes"

The knot popping sent Dean over the edge. Back arched like a cat. He laid panting clingy to Brock.

Most times, it was rough and dirty fucking. But times like now, Brock knew, he knew Dean needed the softer side. Needed the love and pain to keep him grounded. Keep the bad memories in the past. Keep the demons at bay. Keep him safe.

" I love you alpha."

" I love you too pet."


authors note:

ok so that's the back story with those two. This story is going in a different direction then I planned buuuuuuut I like it. The next part will explain the history of "the pack" its members, and why mixed breeds are special. And blah blah. I'm going for 10 chapters. Special appearance will be made to. It might be a while before it gets out do to making it flow right. So until next time, make sure you eat your booty o's and be sawft!