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Dean pulled away from Sam, tearing his hands off the younger man and running one through his hair, destroying any semblance of it being done whatsoever. Blowing out a deep breath, he looked at Sam, unable to say anything at this point. He’d just gotten about the most turned on he’d ever been, and all he’d done is had his hand on the back of Sam’s neck and kiss his forehead. He was hard as a rock inside his slacks, and the soft material wasn’t helping hide that fact.
Sam’s eyes were still a little dilated, his breathing becoming more normal after being so shallow when he had been close to Dean. They’d been all but touching, and Dean had felt Sam become just as aroused as him, had felt his body tremble underneath him. Sam was…big for an omega. Fuck but he wanted to back Sam up a foot until he was pressed against the wall and see what it took to make the man let out a proper moan. That little gasping whimper had nearly undone Dean, and you could bet your ass he’d be getting off to it in about five minutes to fix his little problem.
“I have to go talk to Ellen and Bobby about the party,” he whispered, eyes still wide and glancing every half second to skitter across Sam’s lips with feelings of want, mine, goodclaimtake surging up in him. Mute, Sam nodded, closing his eyes and taking a step back to lean against the wall, his head falling back.
“Alright,” he replied weakly, “I’ll see you there. Just uh, let me know when and where before you go, okay?”
“Oh, it’s at nine, tonight, at Ellen’s. You’ve been to the roadhouse? The main burger joint in town?”
“Fuck yeah I have, that bacon cheeseburger with a fried egg made me chub.”
Dean laughed, delighted and overjoyed at the simple, teasing statement from Sam. “That’s the one. Ellen, my aunt, owns it. Harvelle’s, you know? It’s there. Foods free, drinks free, though try and slip one past Ellen. Doesn’t matter that we’re over the wolf legal limit, I’d bet you money we’re drinking soda tonight.”
Sam laughed quietly, picked up his coke from the table and just turned to leave and walked away from him, leaving Dean bereft with the sense of longing he felt tugging at him. “I’m excited you’re coming!” he called after Sam, all shame gone, burned out in the wake of pure want he felt for his mate. Sam had to feel it now. God, please make it so he didn’t have to wait much longer. I don’t know if I can, really, he mumbled to himself.
~~~
There were a lot less people than Sam had expected when he pulled up to the roadhouse that night, given how beloved Dean seemed to be. He spotted Danni’s red mustang, Gen’s sensible Honda, and what he assumed was Bobby’s old rusted truck, as well as a few cars he couldn’t recognize by sight in the parking lot. Hesitating a little at the door, he finally pushed his way in, to find everybody he’d expected plus a few sitting in booths and at tables, scattered along the bar, having simple light conversations, moving from group to group with ease. Suddenly, it struck him what a small town this pack was, in the middle of the metroplex, and what an outsider he must seem like.
Danni and Gen were on the corner of the bar, grinning like Cheshire cats at a raunchy looking man with an impeccable mullet, Ellen and Bobby leaned against the liquor racks, backs to the walls and arms around each other. Kane, from class, was trying his hardest to hit on a blonde girl he didn’t recognize, with Dean sitting alone, at a table nearby, burger half eaten in front of him and predicted coke in hand, laughing at Kane’s attempts. Wincing as the door clicked shut loudly behind him, Sam only relaxed when Dean broke out into a huge smile at the sight of him. He’s fucking beautiful, Sam thought as he watched Dean’s cheeks color slightly, light blush reaching to his ears. Ellen’s eyes were on him, quiet and unassuming but definitely evaluating.
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“Our boy would pick a 6’4” omega,” Bobby commented quietly in Ellen’s ear,
“Dean never could do things the easy boring way,” She whispered back, lips barely moving. Bobby smiled, and tightened his arm around his wife.
“You leave that poor man alone,” he warned, “Don’t scare off Dean’s life mate.”
"Bobby Singer, don't think this means you get to tell me what to do." Smiling, she leaned up to kiss his cheek, and settled back against him, content to stay where she was for now.
"Why would that start now," He mumbled wryly, smile gracing his scruffy face.
~~~
Folding his hands into his pockets, Sam slowly made his way over to Dean’s table. He wasn’t sitting with anyone, so Sam wouldn’t be interrupting…he was just sitting. Watching. Watching Sam, now. Shit, anxiety twisted harsh and quick in his stomach. What if Dean didn’t really want him here, in front of his family? With what had happened earlier…
Sam had gone home and changed, into a green button up, left undone a few buttons until it showed the white collar of his undershirt, and into new, darker jeans that didn’t have two year old stains marring the thighs. He’d needed a shower and time to think after the confusing roller coaster of missing and aching for Jess to aching for Dean in a completely different way within an hour of each other, and once he’d been able to calm down he’d been able to recognize that Dean was his mate. He didn’t know if he could go through it yet, but…but with what he was feeling, the innate sense to serve and please, to let Dean just take what he wanted from Sam and Sam’s life, the intense physical charge that sung between them, and the sense of calm, the sense of…well, almost being whole again, could only mean one thing.
I don’t even know if I can tell him yet, Sam mused as he got to Dean’s table. Sitting lightly in his chair, he finally smiled back at Dean, and just let himself sink into the feeling of being protected again, even from the darkness inside of him.
“Hey,” he mumbled, stuttering over the happiness on Dean’s face over him initiating conversation, coming to him.
“I was so worried you wouldn’t come! Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone,” and with that Dean was up, fingertips having graced Sam’s wrists for a half second before drawing back, Dean unsure if Sam would have wanted to be pulled along.
“Okay then, Jeez, let a guy relax for a second will you?” Sam stood up with a smile, falling into step just behind Dean.
“This is Bobby, and Ellen. Bobby’s my uncle, well kind of, my dad’s best friend and the one who took me in after he left. Ellen is his wife, which makes her my half step aunt kind of, and she’s the biggest ball buster you’ll ever meet,” Dean whispered quickly as they walked up to the couple, before starting again at a normal level, “Bobby, Ellen, this is Sam Wesson, he’s new at school and ah, Bobby, the one I told you about.”
Sam flushed immediately; Dean had told his family about them? He was that sure?
“It’s great to finally meet you, Sam, maybe now I can have an idea of what we’re talking about while Dean chews my ear off,” Bobby rumbled, gruff voice light with affection for the excited young man.
“Dean Winchester, are you telling me he’s been here five minutes and you’ve yet to get him a snack or a drink? We raised you more hospitable than that, Alpha,” Her voice dripped with light hearted sarcasm, “How do you expect to take care of a pack if you can’t take care of one omega?” And with that she was off, gathering three different types of pop and a little of everything from the snacks on the bar, to return with a heaping plate that Sam was so glad of, you’d be surprised at how he can eat. As an omega, people always expected him to be dainty, and demure. Probably shouldn’t make nut jokes with these folks around yet anyways, he mused.
“It’s great to meet y’all, Dean talks about you so much.” Sam reached out with a hand, confidant. Parents always did like him.
Bobby smiled, pleasantly surprised and shook his hand, firm grip pleasing him even more. His son’s omega wasn’t just tall; he was a match for the shorter man in spirit as well. This’ll be interesting,
Shaking Ellen’s hand after, Dean dragged him off to introduce him to Jo and Ash. Sam was just grateful he already knew the “twins” and wouldn’t have to deal with that being new right now too.
~~~
Three hours later, they sat in a circle on the bar floor, the adults gone to bed and having finally broken out some beer. With a wolf’s metabolism, it took more than a few beers to get them drunk, but they sure as hell were trying. The empty bottle of jack sat in the middle of the circle, slowly spinning as Danni watched with predatory eyes. Landing with the still dripping rim pointing directly at Gen, the group watched as Gen’s olive cheeks went a deep red. Sitting right next to Danni wasn’t helping, and Sam couldn’t avert his eyes as he watched the taller woman gently cup Gen’s cheek, jaw nestled in the palm of her hand and give her a long slow kiss that looked like a promise even where he was sitting.
Most people assumed Danni was an alpha from her tall stance, dominating personality, but she was a beta. Having been raised by an almost unheard of combination, two alphas, she’d grown up…aggressively. Despite that though, she ended up being one of the most gentle and kind people Sam had ever met, having also gained the protective, nurturing aspect of the Alphas, and he thanked his lucky moon and stars for having gotten stuck between the girls in class. They were, and had been for a long time, “Non platonic best friends,” as Danni liked to state it, not making it a big deal, but the love in her face, stained red on Gen’s now in lipstick and blush, showed her true colors for the shyer omega woman.
Kane let out a loud whoop, but was unable to break the moment for the girls, and when Danni launched a beer bottle at his head, Kane simply caught it and opened it, with a low drawl of “Thanks, Princess.”
Gen spun, only to land on Dean who smiled gently at her. Sam’s insides twisted into unintelligible knots, unsure if he could watch this. To his insane relief, and he may have let out a big sigh that had Dean grinning again, he saw Gen lightly lay a kiss to the Alpha’s cheek before settling back down against her Beta.
Dean spun, to have the bottle land on himself, only to twist around and aggressively make out with air, hands splaying across his back desperately, aggressively, drawing laughter from the entire group and the game degenerated from there. Sam managed to go without kissing anyone, though it was a near call when Kane spun and the bottle landed on the line between Sam and Ash. Dean’s low growl had broken through the air, and Kane had ignored it, grabbed Ash by the mullet, planted a loud, wet, and what looked like a sloppy kiss on the redneck’s lips and then raised his hands and shouted “VICTORY,”
Sam laughed and sipped his beer and finally made eye contact with Dean. There was pride, and possession, and such breathtaking want that Sam choked a little, surprised to see it pointed at him. Dean had smirked and looked down into his lap, his blush juxtaposed with the cocky smile on his lips. Fuck, those lips, Sam cursed inside his head, Sam Wesson, you are drunk. Drunk, drunk, drunk. Do not say that out loud.
Sam continued to watch lazily, cross legged with his own six-pack in his lap, only really tuning in when the group around him hushed. Looking up and around he realized the bottle was pointing straight at him, and for a moment he panicked, he didn’t want anyone but…oh. There was a reason Dean’s warning growl wasn’t cutting through the air, wasn’t there. Looking out from under his bangs at Dean, he watched the older man rise to his knees, and crawl the few feet across to him.
Sitting back on his haunches, Dean slid a warm hand home on the nape of Sam’s neck, and Sam let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding since the last time Dean had touched him. Tilting his face up, Sam made eye contact with Dean after having let his eyes drop to his lap. Carefully, he moved the six-pack from between his crossed legs and leaned back onto his hands.
“I want you to kiss me,” His voice was rough after having not spoken in hours, only laughed with the others at the ridiculous kisses and jokes that had been going around. “I want you to kiss me, and I wanted it before I was drunk but now you have to do it again tomorrow so we’re both 100% sure I’ll remember it. You know, for science.”
“Science, huh?” Dean’s voice was soft, gentle and made Sam’s eyes want to flutter closed as he let it wash over him.
“Yes. Science. So Danni and I can compare what it’s like to kiss The Alpha.” He tried really hard to keep his face straight with mock gravity (for the science) but it just wasn’t working.
“You’re my mate, Sam, everything’s going to be different when it comes to you,” and with that Dean lowered his lips to Sam’s, hot and wet and so impossibly soft and scorching that it felt like it burned into Sam, burrowing into his heart and his soul, into the core of his chest because all that mattered was that Dean didn’t stop touching him.
Dean’s hands were both in his hair by now, his knees on either side of Sam’s hips, straddling his lap and not grinding, just pressing against him. The kiss went on and on, and Sam felt like he was whispering his insecurities and his fears and his pain into Dean and he was just swallowing them up, accepting and taking them, until hot tears were leaking down his face and Dean was just gently, gently wiping them away with the pads of his thumbs, until the sadness of moving on that Sam felt consuming him was burned out by want for his Alpha, and his insides, his heart and soul and every inch of his skin had been set on fire.
Until suddenly it wasn’t enough to just be touched, Sam needed to touch back. He lowered himself down, backwards, until he was lying flat on his back and Dean was leaning over him, and then suddenly he flipped them. All of the sudden, Dean found himself lying on his back with his legs wrapped around his Omega, their hardness gently bumping each other underneath layers of denim and sending incredible shocks up Dean’s spine, and his Omega was kissing him back. His Omega, his hurting Sam, was taking and showing Dean what he wanted and Jesus fuck, that’s fucking, that shouldn’t be so hot, I’m supposed to be on top but I…well, you know, onlyfor Sam…fuck.
Sam was on top of him, hips lightly grinding against Dean, just enough to keep contact happening over and over again, his lips were moving hotly, quickly, over Dean’s own until they weren’t, and then they were travelling down his neck, nipping and sucking lightly, so lightly that they would never leave a mark and Dean found himself craving it. An Alpha was his Omega’s just as much as the Omega was his. Arching his back up into Sam, he let out what might have been a moan but he maintained was just a noisy sigh, okay, as Sam bit down onto his collar bone, sucking hard and definitely bringing the blood to the surface of the skin. Suddenly backing off, Sam leaned his forehead against his mark, breath blowing out heavy, a word on his lips, “Mine.”
Smiling, eyes crinkling and his heart beating hard from joy, Dean quipped, “Hey that’s what I’m supposed to say. You gonna go all possessive Alpha on me?”
Dean’s happiness stuttered to a halt when Sam looked up with fear on his face, overwhelmingly obvious that he thought he had just insulted, offended, disgusted, something’d his alpha.
“No, no, no, no love. No, you’re fine. I was only joking, please stop looking like that,” Dean couldn’t keep the contentment, the satisfaction out of his voice, “Babe you are so mine I don’t want anyone else to touch you ever again, I’m pretty sure it’s fair if you leave a couple hickeys. I encourage it, in fact. I know being pack Omega isn’t easy. You have to share me with everyone else. Mark me however you want.”
When they looked up, everyone else had left the bar, and was waiting outside, not really expecting them to come say goodnight.