Requests and Challenges - What Part of Forever: Part Two
Master Post
Written for this prompt, submitted to me by ereynolds74.
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It was two days later that Sam woke up. Two days after Dean and Bobby burst into the warehouse and witnessed the purposeful rape of the pack’s youngest Alpha at the hands of a vampire coven. Two days after they slaughtered each one and brought Sam home.
He finally opened his eyes and almost immediately sat up-or, he tried to, eyes wide and terrified-and then let out a piercing scream and fell back as pain ripped through him, still struggling to get away, not knowing or caring that it was Dean beside him or that he was home.
Dean had been working his way through a tall stack of newspapers from all around the country. John had accepted that Dean wasn’t going to leave Sam and had put him on lookout for possible cases. He hadn’t expected the sudden awakening. A thick cloud of terror quickly filled the room and nearly scared the shit out of Dean, paired with the scream and the sudden desperate thrashing movement beside him.
“Whoa, whoa! Sam! Sammy!” He grabbed at his brother, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him back into his chest before tossing a leg over Sam’s thigh to hold him in place, afraid that the desperate movement would reopen the tears that, judging by Sam’s boxers when Dean had put fresh clothes on him, had finally begun to heal. “Sammy, it’s okay. Calm down.”
His brother almost immediately went pliant in his arms, body still shaking with terror but the ability to act upon it sucked out of him. And nothing could have terrified Dean more than that, because there was no way that an even command like that should have worked on his brother-on any Alpha.
He had known, logically, that Sam would be an omega now; that such a violent forced submission couldn’t yield any other outcome. But Dean had never been completely logical when it came to Sam, and he had managed to convince himself over the past two days that maybe-just maybe-it hadn’t taken; that Sam hadn’t changed.
But here it was, proof of Kate’s success, her lasting revenge against John permanently stamped on Sam.
There were footsteps out in the hall and Dean spotted Garth through the door. The runty-looking Alpha stopped dead in his tracks, his nose lifting as he scented the air, confusion furrowing his brow.
“Dude.” He looked at Dean questioningly. “You got a girl up here somewhere?”
Dean knew Garth meant no harm-turned omegas were rare, an Alpha’s nature making it exceptionally hard to overpower and dominate one; and natural-born male omegas were even more rare. About one in twenty were male, and only one in five were born omegas to begin with. So Garth’s assumption that the thick scent in the air was that of a girl was understandable, logical.
But again, Dean had never been completely logical when it came to Sam. He reached behind him and picked up the first thing he found-the now-empty plate that Bobby had brought him at breakfast-and hurled it at Garth. The smaller Alpha dodged it and it hit the wall behind him, shattering as he raised his hands in surrender.
“Sorry, man.” He stepped back. “No need to go all primative.”
Dean watched Garth leave, trying to reign in his aggression, knowing instinctively that Sam needed him to be calm in order to calm down himself.
He exhaled slowly. “God, baby boy, what’re we gonna do with you?”
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The next month with Sam was a shitshow. Most of the pack alternated between avoiding the new omega and skittering around the house on edge, caught between their instincts to dote on Sam, and Sam’s barely-contained pain-fed rage.
On day four, Sam’s first day out of bed, Cas had offered to get Sam a blanket when the omega had seemed cold while watching TV. Sam lost his mind, shouting himself hoarse until the quiet Alpha was nearly in tears, his instincts screaming at him to comfort Sam, while every attempt he made just made Sam angrier.
On day six, Bobby made a salad with dinner. Never mind that not one of the other Alphas had ever voluntarily eaten a salad in their lives. But Bobby knew that Sam liked them, so he made one. That had resulted in bits of lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, and dressing stuck to the wall in pattern that resembled the scorch marks of a bomb, shattered glass scattered on the linoleum underneath.
On day eight, Dean and Cas went on a hunt. When they returned on day twelve, they found John pacing in the front yard, anger radiating off of him, fists balled up at his sides as Bobby hovered nearby, unsure of what to do.
Inside, Garth was standing outside of the bathroom door, trying desperately to get a word in over loud crashing sounds that punctuated an endless stream of profanity. It was hard to riddle out, but it all seemed to center around “fucking bubble bath… I’m not a fucking girl!”
Day sixteen found Garth stumbling downstairs and to the kitchen sink with blood pouring from his hands as he clasped them over his nose. Dean never did figure out exactly what that was about.
Each time, Sam had continued the rage spiral until Dean finally stepped in, ordering the omega to stand down. Dean figured it was because of their bond as brothers. Or maybe because Dean had been the first one to issue and order when Sam woke up, like a baby duck imprinting on its mom. But Dean hated seeing his once-strong little brother broken and compliant, with no ability to govern his own actions.
Shit didn’t really hit the fan until day twenty, though. Day twenty made all of those other incidents seem like minor squabbles.
Sam had mentioned at breakfast that he was going to head into town later to pick up a few things from the store. John, without hesitation, barked, “Absolutely not.”
You could’ve heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Privately, the other four Alphas agreed, but they could all see where this was going too clearly to say so.
Sam’s voice was low, dangerous. “You can’t forbid me from going.”
“Like hell.” John’s voice was deadly calm.
Garth stood up slowly and eased his way back from the table and towards the door. “This seems like a blood thing… I’ll just uh…give you guys your privacy.” Then he was gone, the sound of his footsteps on the stairs betraying the fact that he was fleeing at full speed.
Cas got up as well. “I am very uncomfortable here.” Never one for unnecessary explanation or polite excuses, he left it at that and calmly exited.
“You can’t control where I go or when!” Sam was hitting peak rage, eyes flashing. “I’m a full-grown Al-”
“Omega.” John said the world slowly and deliberately, stressing every syllable. “I know it’s hard and it sucks and I’d give anything to undo what was done to you, but you’re an omega now, and it’s goddamned time for you to start acting like it!”
Sam stood up quickly, hands slamming down flat on the table, rattling the dishes and flatware with the sheer force of impact. “What? Now that I’m a bitch I should roll over and be a good little omega? A breeder with no rights or brain? Bare my neck to you?”
Dean cleared his throat as he smelled the spike in John’s scent in response to an omega towering over him as Sam was. “Sammy…”
Sam ignored him, continuing full-steam. “You think that because I’m an omega I’ll finally just let you rule over me? That just follow your orders like some whipped bitch? You’re not my fucking Alpha!”
Dean was starting to panic at the rage rolling off of John, not understanding why his brother wasn’t reacting to it. “Sammy, for fuck’s sake, sit down and shut up!”
Sam dropped back into his chair, jaw clenched as he shook with rage, eyes mutinous. Bobby was staring between him and Dean, surprise and confusion etched into his face.
John finally spoke, seeming to be putting a great deal of effort into controlling his tone. “What I mean, son, is that it isn’t safe for you-an unmated omega-to go out alone. Now that you’re no longer an Alpha, you need to come to terms with things like that.”
Sam eyed John murderously but seemed to still be unable to speak. Dean sighed and stood up, grabbing his coat from the back of the chair.
“C’mon, Sammy. I’ve gotta get some stuff from town, too. I’ll go with you.”
Sam bristled. “Don’t need a baby sitter.”
Dean grinned despite himself at the petulant tone. “Yeah, and I don’t need my snot-nosed baby brother tagging along everywhere I go, but it doesn’t make sense for us to make separate trips.”
Sam eyed him suspiciously for a moment before he finally nodded and stood up. He traded one last heated look with John and then followed Dean out of the house.
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Dean walked half a step behind Sam as they made their way from the parking lot to the store, keeping an eye on him at all times. He was more anxious than he thought he would be, seeing his brother walk past Alphas and having them scent the air and then turn to stare at him. Dean shot warning glances at a few of them who gave off a particularly strong scent in reaction to his brother.
“Are you going to follow me around the store?” Sam’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Dean didn’t answer, but the look on his face must have said it all. No way in hell was he leaving Sam alone in public; not even letting him out of sight; not even out of arm’s reach. Too dangerous, the baser part of his mind whispered.
The way Sam shifted uncomfortably at this realization made him suspicious. “Why? What are you getting?”
“Just some personal stuff,” Sam muttered, blood rising in his cheeks.
“What? Like porn?” Dean was surprised that his little brother was interested in that so soon after what had happened. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about, man. You’re still a red-blooded male, after all-”
Sam shook his head, looking humiliated beyond all reason as he mumbled something that Dean didn’t catch.
“What?” Dean asked and Sam turned redder.
“I said I’m getting wet, okay?” he hissed quietly. “I need liners.”
Dean’s mind stalled as he processed this information. “What, like now?”
Sam groaned, frustrated. “No, Dean! Not fucking now!” He exhaled hard, not meeting the Alpha’s eyes. “It’s just…it’s been happening lately, mostly when I first wake up, and it’s gross and I’m getting sick of it, okay?”
Dean didn’t know about gross; but then, slick was pretty much engineered by nature to appeal to Alphas. The smell of it, what it meant… Dean had to stop those thoughts as he felt his dick give a slight twitch. He had no idea, anyway, how Sam’s brain, rewiring from Alpha to omega, perceived it.
So he nodded and shrugged and tried to act like the thought of an omega in his own pack waking up every day dripping with slick didn’t effect him.
After a moment Sam seemed to realize that, despite the revelation, Dean still wasn’t going to let him out of sight. He sighed and led the way to an aisle full of products made specially for omegas.
On the way home, Sam was sullen. Embarrassed, Dean figured. He turned down the music, glancing between his brother and the road.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Sammy.” He spoke softly, hoping not to upset him.
Sam huffed and looked out the window, watching as the scenery flew by. “I could’ve gone by myself.”
Dean sighed, hoping this wasn’t about to turn into a fight. He hadn’t been the recipient of Sam’s anger yet, and he didn’t want to be. “Look, man. No one’s saying you’re weak or can’t hold your own. We all know better than that. But you’ve got instinct working against you now; there are a lot of Alphas out there who would take advantage of your instincts and hurt you. Especially as a male.”
They both knew that Dean was right. Male omegas were a huge commodity, in high demand with little supply. Even if an Alpha didn’t want Sam for themself, they could make a killing selling him to the highest bidder.
They both knew this, logically. But Sam wasn’t ready to swallow it, wasn’t done raging. “I wouldn’t get taken; I can defend myself.”
Dean, desperate to make a point, did something very, very stupid. He let the scent of lust and power roll off of him in thick waves, quickly filling the small space inside of the car. When he spoke, his voice was low, commanding. “Sammy, if I told you to go ass-up for me right here, right now, and told you to take my knot, you’d beg for it.”
There was a moment’s pause and then Dean smelled it as slick started to leak from Sam and the omega burst into tears.
It was a long, awkward car ride home as Sam struggled with his body’s instincts and Dean wallowed in guilt.
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The rest of the month-thankfully-passed without anything as serious as the kitchen confrontation between Sam and John. The omega was still on the warpath every few days, confusing and terrifying the poor Alphas as they tried to find their footing. Dean still managed to calm Sam down before anything too serious occurred-although admittedly Cas and Garth had both been punched in the face; Garth no less than three times.
But generally speaking, the rest of the month was pretty uneventful.
Of course, any Winchester born earlier than yesterday knew that “uneventful” never lasted long. And sure enough, on day thirty-six, intermission ended and the shitshow recommenced.
Continue to Part Three