Author's Note- Hey, everyone! Just want to give a few warnings for this chapter. There will be some adult actions. If you don't like it, don't read it. But if you do...then enjoy!

"Think you could take it easy?" Sariel asked with a glare. Dean was in the process of digging the bullet out of her leg.

"I thought nephilim didn't feel pain like the rest of us?" he said. Sariel rolled her eyes.

"We feel the same amount of pain as a normal human. What you're thinking of is that we heal faster," she replied through gritted teeth. Dean held out a bottle of whiskey to her.

"Then drink," he ordered. She rolled her eyes but started to drink. Eventually, the warm numbness started to take effect. She barely felt a thing when Dean finished pulling the bullets out of her leg and shoulder. She gave him a drunken smile as he disinfected the wounds and bandaged them.

"You're good at this," she slurred. Dean smirked.

"And you're drunk." He finished with the bandages and patter her knee. "All done."

"I'm only drunk because I'm shot," she pouted. "Plush, we needs to talk." Dean smiled and shook his head at her drunk speech.

"We can talk about it in the morning before we go pick up some painkiller," he promised. She pouted a bit longer but then carefully laid down. "That's my bed."

"I know. But I'm drunk, sleepy, and it smells like you," she mumbled as her eyes slipped shut. Dean just covered her up and joined Sam at the table.

"Look at you being all sweet and caring," Sam teased. He had a big "I told you so" grin on his face.

"Can it," Dean replied. He felt his face flush.

"Oh, come on, Dean. I did tell you. Fated mates. If you deny it now, you're crazy."

"Fine. I believe it. And I think she does, too. But we still need to talk about it." He paused and made a disgusted face. "What's happening to me?" Sam just laughed. It was kind of fun to see his older brother like this.

"It's called actually caring, big brother. Do I need to go to Sariel's room?" he said with smirk. Dean shook his head.

"Nope. I think we should stay together tonight." He was honestly just using it as an excuse to sleep in the same bed as Sariel. Sam gave his brother a knowing smirk.

"Well, I'm going to bed. It's been a long day. Goodnight, Dean." Sam went to bed while Dean got out his laptop. He started looking up information about fated mates. What Sariel had said was true. The scent of a fated mate could trigger head/rut-like symptoms even when it was impossible for the person to go into a heat or a rut. He closed the laptop and went over to his bed. He watched the sleeping omega for a moment. Something clicked in his brain every time he looked at her. Something that told him that she was his. It was a weird feeling but he didn't hate it. Dean crawled into the bed. As soon as he laid down, Sariel rolled over and curled against his side. He smiled as he wrapped an arm around her and closed his eyes.


Sariel woke up the next morning curled around Dean. He was on his back with an arm around her shoulders, sleeping soundly. She smiled softly as she watched him sleep for a moment. He looked so calm when he slept. His scent suddenly filled her nose. She looked up at his face again and he had a goofy grin.

"Must be having a good dream," she said quietly to herself. She pressed her nose behind his ear, breathing in deep. She absolutely loved how Dean smelled. She felt the alpha stir and then pulled away a bit. Sariel smiled up at him.

"Were you scenting me while I was sleeping?" he asked, smirking.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, smirking right back. Dean rolled his eyes and tilted her chin up, kissing her softly. To the alpha and the omega, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. When Dean pulled away, Sariel had a deep flush covering her face.

"So...as much as I hate chick-flick stuff, are you read to talk?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah. Because I've made a decision," she answered with a smile.

"Oh?" Dean looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She nodded.

"I'm terrified of the fated mates thing. What if I accept it and lose you or this is some kind of cruel joke that Fate is deciding to play? But...I'm terrified of hurting us both. The back and forth is killing me. I want this. And I want you," she explained. Dean was staring wide-eyed by the time she was done. How she managed to put what he was feeling into words like that...he'd never know but he was glad she had.

"Right back at ya, sweetheart," he said. He pressed another kiss to her lips. When they separated, she bit her lip nervously. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not ready to say...the L-word," she said softly. He kissed her forehead.

"Me either. We'll get to that," he replied. "For now, let's go get some breakfast and painkillers." Sariel sat up and let out a pained gasp as she bumped the wound in her shoulder.

"We should get the painkillers first," she groaned. Dean nodded.


A few hours later and they were back on the road. Sariel was passed out in the backseat of the Impala, the pain pills having kicked in. Dean occasionally checked the rearview mirror to make sure that she was still okay. Sam smirked and shook his head.

"So are you two official now?" he asked.

"Yes and no," Dean replied.

"What does that mean?"

"It means we've talked and agreed that we're fated but we haven't actually, you know, laid our claims on each other. We haven't had the time." Sam laughed at the pink tinge on his older brother's cheeks.

"So I need to get my own room tonight," he said. He teased Dean but he was actually really happy for his big brother. After being in Hell and then being brought back, Dean deserved something good. And the younger Winchester could tell that Sariel was just that.

"Yeah," Dean said with a grin. He couldn't help but feel excited. He was going to claim his mate. She'd be his and he'd be hers. He wouldn't have to worry about someone claiming her by force like the nachzehrer tried to do. He was kind of nervous, though. And Dean Winchester was never nervous when it came to sex. But he knew this was different. Dean almost wished that Sariel was in heat. Letting instinct take over would make it so much easier. He jumped a bit when he felt lips pressed to his neck.

"Quit worrying. Whatever you're nervous about, don't be," Sariel said sleepily.

"I'm fine. You can go back to sleep," Dean replied. She rested her chin on the backrest of the front seat.

"I will if you keep worrying. I can smell it and it woke me up." Dean frowned in confusion.

"You can smell my nervousness?"

"Yes. Whatever it is, I'm with you. You don't need to be nervous," she said with a sleepy smile. He sighed.

"Okay. I'll try to quit being nervous. Go back to sleep," he told her. She kissed his cheek and laid back down. Dean had given her his leather jacket to use as a pillow. Sariel buried her face in the worn leather and was asleep again in an instant. "I really need to read up on this thing more," Dean grumbled.

"Why?" Sam asked. "Why don't you just let yourself be surprised and enjoy the new things that happen with Sariel?" Dean glanced at his brother.

"I guess I could do that. It could be fun to just pick up things as I go. Of course you would suggest that, you big girl," he said with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."


"How do you feel?" Dean asked when they reached the next motel. Sariel yawned as she climbed out of the Impala.

"I feel fine. I think I'm healing up pretty well," she replied. She pulled away the collar of her shirt to show that the bullet hole had already started closing.

"Damn. You do heal fast," Dean said. Sariel winked and started toward the room that Dean had gotten for the two of them.

"We should go to a bar tonight. Just a little celebration for changing all those people back," she suggested.

"Sounds fun. As long as you don't get too drunk," Dean teased. Sariel just laughed and took her bag into the room. Sam gave Dean a smug smile which caused the older Winchester to punch him in the arm.

"Jerk," Sam muttered.

"Bitch."


The three hunters sat at a local bar, each with a beer in hand.

"To saving people," Dean said. Sam and Sariel made noises of agreement and the hunters clinked bottles.

"I think we should head back to Bobby's tomorrow. We really need to focus on the whole "Keeping Lucifer from getting out" thing," Sam said. Sariel stared at the Winchesters.

"Uh, say that again?" she asked. Dean just took a long drink. Sam scratched his neck nervously.

"The demons are trying to let Lucifer out of the cage," he said in an embarrassed tone. Sariel dropped her face into her hand.

"Why is the world always going to shit?" she sighed.

"We're supposed to be celebrating," Dean reminded the other hunters.

"Dean's right. We'll get back to all that tomorrow," Sariel said. "Tonight, we need to try to have some fun."

"If that's how you feel, we should get another round," Dean smirked. He waved the waitress over and got three more beers.


Dean and Sariel said goodnight to Sam and went to their room. As soon as the door was closed, Sariel had Dean backed against it. Her lips were on his and she was pressed as close as she could be. Her scent filled Dean's nose and he let out a growl. She almost smelled like she was in heat and he loved it.

"Bed. Now," he ordered. Gold eyes sparkled at him as Sariel climbed onto the bed. Dean pinned her to the crappy mattress. He kissed and sucked at her neck, causing her to arch into his body.

"Alpha...please," she begged. Dean licked his lips. Sariel was in full omega-mode. His earlier nervousness was completely forgotten

"Smell so good, baby," he groaned. He licked a strip up her neck. She tasted amazing, too. He started pulling at her clothes, stripping her down until she was bare before him. He hadn't thought that he could be more turned on than when they'd started but he was so wrong. Having the woman who was about to become his mate all spread out before him had him fighting for control.

"Wanna see you," Sariel whimpered. Dean smirked before getting undressed. Sariel's hands were immediately on him once his clothes were gone. She'd actually tackled him and they tumbled off the bed to the floor. His arms wrapped around the omega's body as she kissed him roughly. She was straddling his stomach and he could feel her slick leaking onto his skin. He rolled them over and pinned her to the floor. She moaned loudly as his cock ground against her.

"Need you, alpha," Sariel pleaded. She needed Dean inside her. Needed him to claim her already. He slid down her body until he was level with her dripping sex. Her slick smelled so good that he couldn't help himself. His tongue darted out and licked between her folds. Sariel practically screamed in pleasure. "Dean!" The alpha was extremely proud. He'd make her scream until she couldn't speak the next day. He continued to lap up her slick until her hand, which had found its way to his hair, pulled painfully.

"What?" he growled. He'd been enjoying himself and was annoyed at being interrupted.

"Don't wanna...come until...you claim me," she panted. Dean stared at the omega's flushed face for a moment, appreciating how debauched she looked.

"Fine. On the bed," he ordered. Sariel did as the alpha said, climbing onto the bed as quickly as she could. She didn't even notice the wet spot that had been left on the floor. She got on her hands and knees, presenting for her soon-to-be alpha. Dean growled in appreciation at the sight. He got onto the bed behind her and ran a hand over her thigh. "So beautiful," he murmured. He kissed up her spine until he got to her neck. She whimpered as he kissed the skin gently. "Mine," the alpha whispered.

"Yes. Yours. Claim me," the omega moaned. She ground her hips back against him. Dean growled possessively and slid inside her. They both moaned loudly. No one that either of the hunters had been with had felt so good. Dean began to move and felt his knot swelling already.

"Sariel," the alpha groaned. The omega was beyond speaking. Feeling Dean's knot popping in and out of her had pretty much destroyed all her higher brain functions. Her hands clutched the sheets so tight that they began ripping. Dean thrust hard and his knot caught. He leaned over Sariel's back and growled in her ear. She let out a whimper and pushed back against him. His teeth scraped along the skin between her neck and shoulder.

"Claim me, alpha," Sariel begged. Dean felt his climax building as he gave short sharp thrusts. Sariel cried out as he thrust hard and bit down. Dean tasted Sariel's blood in his mouth and exploded inside her. Sariel moaned loudly as she came with Dean. It had finally happened. They were mated. Dean groaned as he pulled a little to test his knot. They were tied. He maneuvered them onto their sides so they could lay comfortably. Sariel let out a satisfied hum as Dean lapped at her still bleeding claiming bite.

"You okay?" Dean asked. Sariel hummed.

"More than okay," she replied happily. "I can't believe we're mated."

"Believe it, sweetheart. You're stuck with me," he answered with a grin. Sariel turned her head to look at him as she brought a hand back to tangle in his close-cropped hair.

"I think I can live with that."