7 Works by Rustylovers
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Dean Winchester was going to die.
When he didn't present at sixteen as expected, Dean was illegally recorded as an Alpha. He has known for a long time that he wasn't one, but to stay and protect his young brothers, Dean accepted the lie and hid his true nature until it couldn't be hidden anymore and his first heat came.
None of it mattered after Dean was framed and sent to prison.
An Alpha prison.
Shot full of suppressants that would give him at most a month until his true nature was revealed, Dean was thrown into a dangerous world where if even one Alpha discovered the truth, Dean's life would be forfeit.
Fate has a funny way of working though, in even the filthiest, most dangerous of places.
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“Dean, where do you think you’re going?”
The voice from behind him seemed to come from his darkest nightmares. Gods, it still sounded the same. Low, nasally, and his name full of want.
Dean was used to being wanted in a way, used to his looks and his power being enough to make people look at him and desire if they knew.
It wasn’t want for him though. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever wanted Dean just for Dean before.Or.
Dean has always hated the curse of his last name.
As one of the few Familiars born with the level of power Dean has, he has been on the run for years from the one who wishes to force him into a bond that he has no interest in. When he is forced once again to escape before that fate is forced on him, a pull that he can't explain lands him right on the doorstep of the first person Dean has ever met who seems to want him for who he is, not what he can give them.
However one who hunts Dean will not be easily stopped, and it will threaten everything Dean is trying to build.
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It’s not that Dean wants to be unmated.
Dean does want to be caught, someday. He wants his own mark, his own pups, he wants to smell their unpresented scents mixed in with the smell of mate and home, he wants to build his nest big enough they can all curl together — shifted or not — to know without a doubt that he is loved and wanted.
Dean wants.
Dean also needs to get his fucking shit together.
He shakes his head, trying to dispel the melancholy that has been getting worse the last year, ever since he participated in a particular chase in Kansas, when he had gone to visit the Novak pack. It had been the one and only time Dean had caught a scent that made him almost trip, something salty and dark that he hasn't forgotten even a year later. And he hasn’t caught even a hint of it again, hadn’t even got more than a fleeting taste that day either.
Man, since then Dean has been feeling his unmarked flesh more and more acutely. But he still runs, because he likes it. And he does hope that someday something changes.
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“I am sorry, luchik, I will take care of you now," Castiel murmured as he opened the first aid kit and oh those hands were so gentle on Dean's skin. And that voice again, so soft. Luchik. It sounded almost like an endearment.
Castiel then tried to kill Dean by kneeling at his feet.
Dean felt his breath hitch, the sight and those hands on him? Oh, Dean was not going to survive this. When was the last time he'd been touched like this, with soft hands? Has he ever?Or
Dean is a twenty two year old Omega who is trapped under the hands of his abusive familial Alpha as he waits for Sam to turn eighteen so that they can escape with their eleven year old little brother Adam.
Unfortunately for him, the months until Sam's birthday will not be easy. He has caught the eye of a creepy Alpha named Alastair who won't leave him alone at his job at the bar, and the bakery he works at seems to be hiding it's own secrets.
If only the blue-eyes of Castiel Krushnic, one of the brothers who runs the bakery, didn't make his inner omega feel so god damned safe, and made him want to trust him to protect those he cares about the most.
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Ah, well. Dean figured Alastair would get impatient eventually.
As if on cue, the basement door swung open. A part of Dean tensed, his muscles ready to leap into action but Dean knew better. He forcd himself not to move, to remain at least a picture of calm.
Until a body was flung down the stairs.
Dean blinked.
Blinked again.
“Well that's new,” he mused out loud to himself. And then he realized it was Alastair. He hummed, jumping to his feet. “Definitely new.”
A set of footsteps started down the steps and he waited with bated breath, not quite sure what the hell was going on but eh. He’d learned to roll with the punches.
And boy, what a punch this was.
It hit him right in the gut even.
The man walking down the stairs was beautiful.or. Dean is accidentally captured by the guy he was gonna murder and is saved by his angel
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“Dean, man you should tell him,” Sam was saying.
“Sam, I mean it. Drop it.” Dean’s voice was hard.
“Dean, he has a point. It’s been a year now, it wouldn’t be you pushing him, or Cas jumping into anything!” Charlie was arguing back.
Dean’s voice snapped, sounding anguished and Cas felt his body grow cold. “And what the fuck am I supposed to say? ‘Hey Cas, sorry the one you really wanted to be with, the only person I’ve ever seen you love, was actually a giant fucking douche bag, but I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen if you wanted a second option.’”
Cas felt the breath punch out of him and he barely held back his soft gasp. Blood rushed in his ears and he damn near dropped the beer bottle in his hand, barely grasping it with a white knuckled grip.
I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen.
Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
--Or, Dean and Cas have been in love for a decade, but are idiots and didn't realize it, because of course they didn't.
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He finally notices the body laying prone near his feet, the strange blue-eyed Alpha kneeling next to it. The body is sprawled across the path, the Alpha halfway on the path, halfway covered by the trees next to him. The Alpha’s pretty eyes are wide in surprise and Dean doesn’t have time to even think as words break through his mouth.
“The fuck? Couldn’t have done this away from I don’t know, the path that people walk on?”
Jesus fuck. Dean might have a death wish he’s realizing as he notices the Alpha holding a fucking butcher knife in his right hand, raised over the again, fucking body at his feet. Blood is dripping from the blade and even still Dean isn’t afraid.
God, he’s broken, isn’t he? Finally happened. Dean finally fucking snapped.Or
The silly fic I decided to write where Dean interrupts Cas committing a murder and gets heart eyes for the hot ass alpha.