Yay, I worked on this all night last night.
I'm finding some inspiration again, yay! Go me!
Thank you everyone who have been following this work, I know it's taking forever, but please bear with me!
I'm posting this before I leave for school, so be happy 3
I hope you enjoy it!

*this has already been updated on AO3!*

Huffing, Dean shook himself out of his thoughts and rolled out of the bed, planting his feet on the hardwood floors.

Before he could fall out of the bed, he toed off wrinkled pants hanging off of his ankles and threw them to the corner of the room.

Relishing in his nakedness, he began stretching out the knots in his body, Dean pulled his arms above his head and folded his body in half, forehead touching his knees.

The night before left him loose and pliant, but he had to keep up with his training regardless of a lost Pup. Even though it was still very early, or so he thought.

Twisting his hips, back and forth, he dropped down to the floor and started his regimen of push-ups of different variety and sit-ups until he could barely think straight.

He wished that there was a sparring ring around the premises, but he figured he trained enough. Rivulets of sweat dripped down his back and onto the floor as he sat up from his position on the floor and stretched once more.

Usually so uncaring of his nakedness, he couldn't help but feel exposed when a knock came at the door. Within a second and without a response, the door quickly opened and closed behind the harlot from the night before.

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he eyed the brunette as she turned around and trailed her eyes over the Alpha's body.

"Lisa… what are you doing here?" Dean picked up his loose shirt and pants and flapped them out, not without removing his eyes from the intruder.

With quick feet, the Omega slithered over and left little space between their bodies. Her smile was crooked and her eyes shone an omega gold, but what was worse was the smell. She smelled too perfumed, traced with the scent of stale Alpha arousal and release. He wrinkled his nose as the urge to reel back was compelling, but the arm that slithered its way around his waist blocked his movements as another hand crawled up his bare chest.

"Good morning to you, Alpha." Her voice drawled with finesse and her skin was soft as silk, but her demeanor was causing his wolf's hackles to rise.

"What do you want, Lisa?" Dean kept his face blank and voice cold. Suspicion rose as the unwanted visitor's nails slowly dragged across his naked chest. His teeth clicked as he flex his jaw tightly with her unwanted ministrations.

Lisa raked her eyes over his face, batting her eyelashes and chewing at her bottom lip. It was an attempt to draw him in, but he wasn't in the mood. He could barely resist rolling his eyes.

"Well, Dean… I couldn't stop thinking about you and your… poor, little, Beta, ever since last night." Clicking her tongue at his blank expression, she pursed her lips in amusement. "Where is your pathetic Beta anyhow? Did you find him?" Growling, Dean stepped back and placed space between himself and the bitch.

"What do you think?" Dean growled. "Now what the fuck do you want? If that's all, then feel free to leave."

Tutting quietly, Lisa stepped back into the Alpha's space, both hands scraping across his taut chest. On any other day, the Omega would've been on his mind, and eventually he would have succumbed to her eagerness.

But today, he wasn't having any of it.

Lisa's expression was downright predatory, meticulously eyeing up her next meal, and Dean just happened to be her next prey.

"But why would I do that? We're finally alone," the Omega groaned quietly under her breath, dragging her palms across his shoulder and down to his wrists. Slowly, she pulled his hands up, placing them on her waist and upwards towards her ribcage, lightly cupping her breasts.

Dean could only stand there, pliant under her touch. He knew that she really was an ideal mate and partner, so for a second, the Alpha let go of his inhibitions and leaned forward, placing his lips against the Omega's.

Her lips and her tongue were soft against his, her body moving against him just right. But everything was just… wrong. Everything felt so wrong.

Dean ignored the thought and pushed it in the back of his mind as he pulled the Omega flush against his body, hands exploring and groping at her flesh. The kiss was turning heated, and Lisa's hands were inching downward towards his waist.

A moan escaped his lips as Lisa scraped her nails against his heated flesh, distracting him from the battle of dominance between their tongues.

Inch by inch she reached downwards, until she wasn't anymore. Dean opened his eyes without realizing they've been closed to see the Omega with a strange expression on her face.

Pulling back, he looked at her with concern.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He traced his eyes from her face down to where her hands were. His heart stopped.

"Fuck," he muttered.

In her hands, his cock was still soft, not even with the slightest twitch of excitement. Lisa took a step back to properly look at the Alpha.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" She sneered.

"What, am I not good enough for you, Alpha?" Scoffing, she pushed him back and began readjusting her dress. "Can't even get it up without yourprecious, little Beta? Pathetic."

Dean ignored her words, staring down at his anatomy and wondering where in the hell it went wrong. With a pained expression, he looked at the harlot.

"Lisa, trust me. Any other day, I would fuck you within an inch of your life… but—"

"But what, Henry?" With a sigh, Lisa deflated as she looked at the Alpha.

"Why do I even bother?" Taking a step forward, she cupped his cheek in sudden affection.

Any more change and the Alpha would be getting whiplash.

"I tried and I failed," she continued. "And here I thought that I would be good enough for the great and mighty Dean Winchester."

It felt as if ice shot through his veins as he looked at the Omega before him.

"What are you talking about?" With a wry smile, Lisa reached up and kissed his cheek.

"I might be what you consider a whore, but I'm not stupid. And I'm definitely not blind nor nearly stupid enough to know that you're falling for that Beta of yours."

Dean stood still, eyes wide in shock and breath held.

"Lisa…"

"Don't worry, Majesty. I won't tell anyone, you have my word." Taking a step, Lisa looked down at her toes, a flush of embarrassment rising to her ears. "Guess I was more confident than I should've been."

Dean felt a rush of guilt as he looked down at the Omega. He shook his head and he reached to lift her chin.

"You're beautiful. Believe me. You smell…," he paused to breathe in her scent, "…amazing. And if you know who I am, then you know what they say about me and why I'm here. Trust me, if I weren't trying to find the Princess, you might just have been the one that I treated right."

"I know," she softly replied.

With a smirk, he cupped her cheek and softly pressed his lips to her own, not out of attraction, but out of a bout of fondness.

He felt her smile against his lips, and they both sighed in each other's space.

Lisa stepped back first, reaching for his hand and leading them to the bed. Dean was hesitant at first, but with an encouraging nod, he followed after the Omega.

Settling down, each of the two pulled a leg up onto the mattress, bodies angled towards one another. Lisa looked down at her lap, just now catching a glimpse of his spent release across his belly and the sheets. Chuckling, she covered her mouth with the tips of her fingers out of respect. Looking up, she noticed the blush creeping up his neck from his flushed chest as he tried to cover up his mess with a linen.

Silence was thick in the air, tension seeping out from every pore from both wolves as they fidgeted in their seats.

"I'm sorry," Lisa apologized moments later. Dean looked into the Omega's brown doe eyes, eyebrows "furrowed in confusion.

"Why are you apologizing? I should be the one apologizing." Lisa shook her head in amusement.

"I humiliated myself, objectified you, and insulted you and your future mate." The Omega picked at her nails, chewing on her bottom lip.

Dean placed his hand on top of hers, dipping his head to attract her attention and meet her gaze.

"Once upon a time, Lisa, I would've bedded you and worshipped you with the love and care that you deserve…" Dean sighed before continuing. "But I'm afraid I'm in too deep. I'm supposed to be out finding the Princess, but instead I'm falling for a travelling companion that I don't even know completely."

"It's better than not knowing the person at all, such as the Princess." Gently taking her hand away, Lisa pulled her hair to one side, slowly braiding the chocolate brown locks.

"It's still my duty as Prince. I have to find her and take her home. Properly mate her," he muttered.

"Who knows, Dean?" She shrugged. "Maybe your Royal mate might be closer to you than you think," Lisa smiled, bumping his knee with her own. Dean could only huff in response.

"Now, tell me about this Beta of yours. What's so special about them?" The Omega could see all the tension leave the Alpha's shoulders. She could hear the quiet sigh of content and the twitch in the corner of his lip. She could sense the spike in his heart rate and the scent of his hormones radiating affection.

"Jimmy… He's special. Only known him for about a moon cycle, but I feel so drawn to him, y'know?" Dean rubbed at the back of his neck in embarrassment. "S'rry, not good at this whole… chick flick moment bullshit." Lisa chuckled to herself.

"It's okay, just tell me."

"He's quiet. Likes to keep to himself. Doesn't talk a whole lot about himself when questions are asked… but who actually likes to talk about themselves with random strangers travelling along their side?"

Dean could slowly feel a lopsided grin forming on his lips. He lifted up his hand to feel the stretch of his muscles in his face, physical evidence of how the Beta affects him.

"Jimmy's young… unexperienced. And he's so fucking adorable when he blushes. Makes me love teasing him as much as I can.

"He's an Angel from Enoch… both literally and figuratively, and he likes to sing in Enochian in the early mornings…

"When he stresses out or is annoyed, he'll run his fingers through his hair, making it stick up even more than it already does, and it just makes my heart break every time because he looks so God damn innocent…"

Dean dragged a hand down his face, shoulders drawn in.

"He's a Shifter, too. About the size of two of my paws, fur as black as the night. And his eyes—God… his eyes. If ever I see a shade of blue such as them. Nearly takes my breath away. That's not to mention his lips. They might look a little dry, but I know—I just know that they're softer than they seem, all pink and plump, and just too damn kissable."

Lisa watched the Alpha practically sit there, nearly exploding with affection. She noticed the littles things in the way he talked about the Beta, but she knew better. She knew there was an underlying disappointment and sadness in their relationship, so she just sat and waited for him to continue.

"It's a damn shame, though. Jimmy doesn't have a clue of who I am… but then again, it's not like Jimmy's been telling me the truth this whole time, either… Makes me question whether or not I'm falling for a real person, y'know?

"There are so many times I just want to sit him down and tell him everything. Who I am, what I am?

"But I'm the crowned Prince. I have a duty to King and country, and I'll be damned if I don't follow through…

"And as much as I want to keep Jimmy by my side, I can't."

Lisa could feel sadness radiating from the Alpha beside her, scent the traces of frustration in his musk, and she could only empathize. Too many times has she watched people she love fall between the cracks of her fingers, just out of reach. Barely out of her grasp because she does what she does, but no one knows why. Not truly.

"Dean, you can't keep blaming yourself for who you are. You have to take care of your country as the future King, and if that's through alliances between countries, then so be it. But you have to understand, although you have your duties as a Prince, you also have a duty to yourself. And if you have to listen to your heart, then keep your ears open."

Dean looked at her softly, trying to express his appreciation as much as possible.

"You do what you must. I do what I must for my son, Ben."

Dean's eyes shot up to his brows in surprise. To think that this woman had another to look after, it's a wonder why she tried to seduce him.

"He's still a pup. Never knew his father… had to raise him on my own, find a way to keep him fed, y'know?

"And as much as I hate doing what I do, I do it out of love. For my son. For myself… So don't sell yourself short, Dean. You're an amazing guy, and you're going to be an amazing King. Or mate for that matter."

The two grinned widely at one another, a sudden understanding coming between them. Lisa felt a twinge of unwarranted jealousy, but she was curious.

She loved the Prince and has ever since she first saw him walking around town with his brother by his side. She saw his compassion and his love for his people, but that all changed when her soon-to-be mate was killed, and she was forced to move out of her home.

The Omega wanted to know about the person who stole the Prince's heart.

"Tell me more. What enchanted you the most with the Beta?"

Dean looked to her in a curious way, not completely certain that it was a factor.

"His scent… Beta's as muted, but the way that he smells… it smells sweet. It makes me want to just sit there and scent him all day, but that would be highly inappropriate."

Lisa's face scrunched up in confusion. A Beta with a noticeable scent is next to impossible, so why does Jimmy have it—unless…

"Does it have a specific scent?" Lisa inquired. Dean nodded

"It's okay, just tell me."

his head back and forth in thought before resolutely shaking his head in affirmation.

"Kind of like… honey. Fresh from the hive. And… an earthy scent that just draws me in. I don't understand it."

Lisa could only grin wide at her inner thoughts.

It can't be… can it? Is Jimmy really a Beta?

"Does it make any sense to you?" Dean asked Lisa. She only shook her head with a smirk, he'll figure it out himself one day.

"Nope. Not at all, you're Highness. Guess it's just what some people would call love." With a wink, Lisa stood up from her spot, ruffling the Prince's hair, leaving him completely and truly dumbfounded.

I'm still struggling, and I wrote this in a night, so there are probably a ton of mistakes.
I can't say that I'll be updating regularly again, but just know I wrote this for you guys.
This is unbeta'd, Supernatural is not mine, the mistakes, however, are.
Anyways, thanks for reading, kudos and comments are much appreciated.

Thank you for being patient!
Peace out, bitches!