Author's Note-So...things take a bit more of a mature turn here. If you don't like this kind of stuff, you can skip a chunk of this chapter and still get what's going on with the plot. For those of you that are weirdos like me and enjoy it, READ ON AND ENJOY!
P.S. If Dean seems OOC, it's because his biological urges are jacking him up.
Dean yawned as he pulled into the parking lot of a crap motel. The Grinning Daisy was on the side of a road in Iowa.
"Alright, kids. Let's settle in for the night," Dean said, turning off the car.
"I'm gonna go get my own room," Sariel said with a yawn.
"Okay. Meet us in our room after you get settled," Sam told her. "We need to make a game plan for interviews tomorrow." She nodded and headed to the office. Sam snorted as Dean watched Sariel walk away. "You like her." Dean's head snapped toward Sam.
"No, I don't," he replied.
"Then, why were you watching her?"
"I wasn't!"
"You were!"
"Guys! What the hell is your problem?" Sariel asked as she walked back up. Dean just turned toward the office and went to get a room for himself and Sam.
"Stupid Sam," Dean grumbled. Why would his brother accuse him of that? His attraction to Sariel was purely biological. She was hot and she was an unclaimed omega. The scent that she was releasing was just getting to his alpha side was all. He got to the room and headed back to his annoying brother.
"2 Queens?" Sam asked.
"Duh. Get the bags," Dean replied.
Sariel got settled and went to knock on the Winchesters' door. She fanned herself as she waited, suddenly feeling hot. Which was really weird because it was below freezing outside. Sam opened the door.
"Come in," he said with a smile. She entered and immediately stripped off her coat and flannel.
"Is anyone else hot?" she asked. She could feel the sweat sliding down her face. Dean sniffed.
"What's that awesome smell?" he asked. Sam looked at Sariel worriedly.
"Sariel, are you okay?"
"I'm just really hot," she replied. She suddenly doubled over as pain lanced through her body and she felt slick pool between her legs. Dean let out a lusty growl and his eyes went Alpha red.
"Smells amazing," he growled. Sariel's eyes widened when she realized what was happening.
"I'm in heat," she said on a pained breath. Sam's eyes went wide.
"I thought you were on suppressants?" he said.
"I am." She groaned as she fell back on the bed. Sam started to walk towards her and Dean let out a growl.
"Get out.
"Dean, she needs-"
"I've got it. Get. Out!" Sam grabbed Sariel's room key and his bag before hurrying out of the room. Sariel let out another groan.
"So hot..." Dean took a moment to calm his alpha side. Sariel needed help and he wasn't going to let himself lose control.
"I'm gonna get you a cool washcloth," he said, heading to the bathroom. Sariel just groaned in pain. It had been so long since she'd gone into heat. She didn't understand how this was happening. All she knew was that her body was craving an alpha's knot.
"Dean..." she groaned. The older Winchester smelled so good. He hurried back and placed the cloth on her forehead. He could feel his body reacting to Sariel's scent. His instincts were telling him to claim and mate. He made sure that he kept control. "Need your knot," she moaned and reached for him. Dean shuddered in pleasure at the thought.
"I can't," he replied through clenched teeth. "It's just the heat that's making you want me." He really really wanted to give her what she was asking for. He hadn't wanted to knot so bad since his first and only rut when he'd first presented. All his other hook ups had just been because sex is fun and feels awesome. He'd never actually knotted anyone before because you were meant to do that with your mate. She looked at him with clouded over eyes.
"Please, make the pain go away." More slick soaked her jeans and Dean felt himself get instantly fully hard. He hurried to the bathroom and locked the door, hearing Sariel sob in pain. He pulled out his phone and called Sam.
"Dude, what's happening?" Sam asked when he answered. He was freaked out by his brother's heavy breathing.
"I'm...in a rut," Dean panted.
"You haven't been in a rut since you presented as alpha," Sam replied. "It is so sad that I actually know that."
"Not the point, Sam!" the older Winchester growled. He could almost see Sam's eye roll.
"Why are you going into rut?" he asked.
"I think it's Sariel's heat. She smells so good," Dean groaned.
"Do you want me to come take care of her?" That question was answered with a threatening growl. "Okay okay. I'll just go get the rooms for longer." Sam hung up and Dean slouched against the bathtub. He couldn't believe this. He needed to make sure Sariel was okay. He pulled himself up and stumbled back to the main room. He moaned loudly as her scent hit full force. He looked at the bed and saw that Sariel's jeans were soaked clear through.
"Please, Dean. I need you," she moaned.
"No, you don't actually want me."
"Yes, I do. Smell so good. Please," she begged. She undid her jeans and her hand slipped inside. She moaned loudly and wantonly as she started to touch herself, trying to get some kind of relief.
"Fuck," Dean breathed. Sariel was so hot and he just wanted to be buried inside her. "This is going to be a rough week."
The next morning, Sam brought food for the other two hunters. When he opened the door, he was hit with a wall of musky earthy scent. The smell of an omega in heat made his body want to react but the smell of a rutting alpha nearby squashed that.
"Hey, I brought you guys some food," he said, putting the food on the table. He looked over to the beds and wished he hadn't. Sariel was only in her bra and panties, her panties almost transparent because of sweat and slick. His brother wasn't much better off. The older Winchester was only in boxers which were tented and had a wet spot on the front. Sam looked away quickly as Dean stood up to stumble over.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked. Dean looked absolutely exhausted.
"Tired. My body wants to mate with her so bad but I don't want her to be tied to me if she doesn't want that. I'm not gonna claim a mate by force. Plus, we barely know each other." A breathy moan sounded from across the room. "Shit. Another wave is hitting. I need to get her some water. Can you get a cool washcloth?"
"Sure. You're a good guy, Dean." Sam got the washcloth as his brother got Sariel some water. The older brother went to the nephilim's side and gently made her sit up. How he was able to touch her without losing it, he didn't know.
"Sari, I need you to sit up and drink some water," he said gently. The last time Sam had seen Dean take care of someone like that, it had been Sam when he was nine and Dean was thirteen. It was strange but nice to see. Sariel sat up and sipped at the water.
"Touch me more, please," she begged. Dean looked into her unfocused eyes and shook his head.
"This is the first time a woman has said that to me and I've turned her down. Sorry, but for your sake, I can't do that," he chuckled tiredly. Sariel flopped back to the bed and began sobbing as she curled into a ball. Sam took the wash cloth to his brother.
"How are you staying in control?" Dean shrugged.
"Even though I want to mate, there's something else that's telling me that taking care of her is what I need to do if I'm not going to knot her," he explained. Sam didn't really get it but he decided he'd do a little research into all this when he got back to his room.
"Are you guys going to be okay?" he asked. Dean nodded.
"We'll get through it. Thanks, Sammy." Sam patted his brother's shoulder and left the room.
Sariel woke up later with her head feeling a bit clearer. There was a different smell than before her heat took over. She heard a moan and looked to the other bed to see Dean with his hand in his boxers. She sniffed again and trembled with pleasure. Dean was in rut. And he smelled really really good! Despite what he was doing, Dean didn't seem to be awake. She crawled across her bed and then walked over to his bed. He smelled so good and looked so hot...Her body was craving him. She climbed into bed with and pressed her body against his. He moaned in his sleep and his hips bucked against her. She pulled him into a kiss, moaning at how good it felt. He let out a growl but then his eyes snapped open.
"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed and scrambled backwards off the bed. "What the hell are you doing?" Sariel pouted.
"You were enjoying it, Dean. Why won't you knot me?" She tilted her head to expose the patch of skin between her neck and shoulder. "Go ahead. Claim me." Dean let out a growl.
"Don't tempt me. I've worked really hard to stay in control," he told her. She stood up and pressed her body tightly against his.
"Come on. You know how amazing it would feel." Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. Dean lost himself for a moment. Sariel tasted so good and for some reason, the kiss just felt right. Like they were supposed to be together. But then his mind cleared. He pulled her arms away from his neck and he drew back from the kiss.
"No," he said quietly. "If you still want this when we're not at the mercy of our bodies, we'll talk. But for now, let's get some food and water in you before the next wave hits." Dean led her to the table. Sam had been bringing them food for a couple of days by that point. Dean had been able to eat but Sariel hadn't. He knew that to get her to eat to keep her healthy through the rest of her heat. She followed him without question and sat at the table. He put some food out in front of her and ordered her to eat. He was amazed by how compliant she was in heat. She listened to everything he told her.
"Thank you for taking care of me, alpha," she said softly. Dean felt pleasure shoot through him at the name.
"Call me Dean. I'm not your alpha so you don't have to call me that." She flushed as she glanced at him for just a second. She finished what was in front of her just in time for another wave of the heat to hit. Sariel crumpled to the floor with a cry of pain. Dean gathered her into his arms and took her to her bed. Her body shook violently. He tried to think of a way to ease her pain. The alpha remembered reading that just a simple touch from an alpha could ease the pain of a heat a little bit. "Is it okay if I touch you just a little? I think it may help."
"Yes! Please touch me!" she pleaded. Dean slid his fingers down her arm. She let out a sigh. "More." She could feel the pain ebbing with each touch. Dean stroked her long hair away from her face. Her eyes fluttered closed and a smile graced her features. Seeing that gorgeous smile, Dean's mind kept repeating "mine, mine, mine". He felt that Sariel should be his mate. And that feeling ran deeper than his rut. It scared the utter shit out of him.
