Requests and Challenges - Not How I Wanted: Part Two

[girlgotagun]

Master Post

Title: Not How I Wanted
Author/Artist: girlgotagun
Pairing(s): Dean/Sam
Full List of Kinks: a/b/o, knotting, first time, humiliation, hurt/comfort
WARNING: Dub-con? Maybe. It really depends on where you land in your moral code if a character isn't 100% in control of themselves and there's a certain amount of distress in their decision-making process. Fair warning, though.

Written for this prompt at spnkink-meme.



Back to Part One

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Sam’s mind was caught in a fog and he wasn’t entirely sure what he had just agreed to, couldn’t make Dean’s words stick long enough to process.

“…claim you, knot you, maybe breed you… Not gonna be able to stop myself…”

Sam wanted all of that; needed it. Anything to make the pain stop, to satiate that aching emptiness ripping him apart inside.

He moved closer to his brother, scenting the Alpha, nuzzling the side of his face. “Please, Dean. Need it so bad. Need you inside of me.” He gritted his teeth against a wave of pain. “Need your knot.”

He felt the deep, rolling vibrations of the growl before it broke free from the Alpha’s throat. A strong hand gripped his jaw and his head was jerked up to angle his face towards Dean’s. The Alpha’s pupils were completely blown out, eclipsing the familiar bright green nearly completely. Dean leaned in, pressing his lips to Sam’s, his teeth nipping lightly at his swollen bottom lip. Sam let out a pitiful sort of mewling sound, his hands moving to tangle in Dean’s henley, his body arching into the Alpha’s hard chest.

Dean growled again and stood quickly, pulling Sam to his feet and then turning him to walk him backward to the bed. Sam felt the edge of the mattress against the back of his knees, and then he was falling back, his back hitting the bed a half second before the Alpha was covering him, his hands yanking at his shirt, tugging it up, urging Sam without words to raise up and let him pull it off. Sam complied before laying back and lifting his hips as Dean quickly turned his attention to his pants. He heard the sharp, hissing intake of breath as his sweatpants and boxers were dragged down, releasing the full scent of his slick into the air.

“So fuck wet, baby boy…” Dean’s voice was a low growl as he moved down Sam’s body to inspect his hole. “God, you must need it so bad. Need me to split you open on my cock, fuck you deep, knot you…”

Sam arched his back, trying to find the words to tell Dean to fucking do it, but all that came out was a strangled sob and a broken, “Please…D-Dean…”

“Getting there, baby, hang on.”

Then Sam was being spun onto his stomach, Dean’s strong hands guiding him roughly to his knees, his shoulders still nearly touching the bed. He heard the sound of his brother’s zipper and then the muffled sound of the jeans hitting the floor as he shifted behind him. Rough hands ran over his hips, thumbs pressing into the meat of his ass as his cheeks were pulled apart for the Alpha’s inspection.

“Have you ever had anyone here, baby boy?” Dean’s voice was a sensual murmur as he ran a thumb over the dripping pucker. Sam shook his head, his face buried in his arms. He smelled Dean’s pleasure at the answer and it sent a wave of pleasure through him in turn, making him moan.

“Christ, Sammy,” Dean groaned. “Gonna take you hard, give you what you need. Knot and breed you like a bitch. Then later I’m gonna put you in my lap, have you ride my cock. After that I’ll give it to you nice and slow, show you what this means to me…”

Sam nearly sobbed at the tenderness in his brother’s voice when he spoke the last sentence. God, he wanted that. Wanted all of it. Needed it more than he had ever needed anything in his life.

And then Dean was pushing into him, his cock sliding easily into the tight passage with the incredible amount of lubrication Sam was producing. Dean ground out a curse as he became fully-sheathed, pausing to catch his breath as Sam’s muscles squeezed and fluttered around his dick.

“Fuck, Sammy,” he rasped as he started to thrust, Sam immediately pressing back, chasing the filling pressure of the Alpha’s dick. “God, baby boy, you feel so fucking good. Feels so right, taking you like this. Wanted this for so fucking long. Since your first heat. Never thought…”

Dean’s voice choked off as he felt his knot begin to swell. Later, he would try to hold off longer. But for now, this was what Sam’s body needed, what would really ease the pain and the fever. He slammed in deep, grinding his hips as his knot began to fill, tying him to Sammy and rubbing against the omega’s prostate with each slow movement of Dean’s hips. He felt the fluttering of Sam’s muscles increase and then his brother let out a loud, keening wail, arching his back. He came hard, his muscles slamming down around Dean’s dick, milking him and driving him over the final ledge of his orgasm. He released deep inside Sam, his cock pulsing as his seed sprayed forth, filling the omega, mixing with his slick. Dean felt a heady rush of pride that only came with knotting an omega in heat; felt high with it as he pulled Sam against him to avoid pulling the knot against his tight opening and shifted them onto their sides.

He wrapped his arms around his little brother protectively, resting his forehead between his shoulder blades.

“Mine,” he muttered before sleep claimed him.

~~~

Dean woke in a panic hours later, disoriented and trying to sort out his human mind from his baser instinct. The spot that Sam had occupied was empty, Dean’s knot having deflated and his cock slipped out of the omega while he slept. There was a sharp stabbing in his chest, a vice-like squeezing around his lungs. He had never felt a panic like this before and he knew, instantly, what was happening, what had caused it.

His mated omega was rejecting him.

He let out a pained growl, unable to move, his teeth clenched tight enough that he thought he might crack a cap. He worked to calm down enough to open his mouth, to coax his vocal cords to work. He had heard about this, had heard other Alpha’s talk about the pain in hushed, solemn voices filled with pity when it happened to a brother, but had never thought he would experience it himself. It was more all-consuming, more immobilizing than any pain he had ever experienced before. Dean had broken bones, had been shot, stabbed, tossed into walls…but damn. This…this hurt.

“Sammy…” It took everything in him to barely call out the name. He was slipping further into his Alpha mind, relying more on scent than sight as he tried to figure out where the omega had gone. The pain, that was a result of pheromones that the omega was putting off, but that also meant that he had to be nearby. He tried to scent him out, locate the source of the smell.

The bathroom. He was ninety percent sure that Sam was in the bathroom, hadn’t actually left the motel room itself. He worked to loosen his throat again, to calm the panic.

“Sammy!” His voice was louder this time. He heard a scuffling sound and then the bathroom door opened and Dean nearly sobbed in relief.

“Dean?” Sam rushed over, sitting on the bed and leaning over Dean. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“What…what’re you doing, Sam?” Dean was confused; couldn’t figure out why Sam would ask that. He couldn’t possibly not know, could he?

“Not doing anything, Dean. I was just showering.” Sam looked as confused as Dean felt.

Dean groaned, wanting to scream as the panic/pain continued to rip through him. “Fuck, Sam, you weren’t just showering. Fuck you. Fucking be a man and at least have the balls to say it!”

Sam began to withdraw into himself as Dean’s anger washed over him. “I’m sorry, Dean.” That voice, the same one he would use when Dean caught him doing something he shouldn’t when he was a kid. It set off a different sort of pain in the Alpha. “I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Fuck!” Dean was at the end of his wits, unable to take any more of the bullshit. “You’re fucking rejecting me, Sam. My mate is rejecting me and it hurts.” He took a deep breath, didn’t care if the next part made him sound like a bitch. “Feel like I’m gonna fucking die.”

Sam brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them before burying his face against them. When he spoke, his voice was small and muffled. “This wasn’t how I wanted it to happen…how I wanted to be mated…”

“Fuck you, Sammy!” Dean was in so much pain, so angry he couldn’t see straight. He was diving further into his baser self with every second, ready to snap at anyone who poked at the wounds. “Fuck you and fuck what you wanted. I told you that if I did that…if I did what you asked me to, that was it. You were mine. And you agreed. You fucking begged, Sam. So fuck you.” He was too mad, too ready to attack, but he couldn’t actually move away from Sam, his instincts wouldn’t let him move away from his omega physically, now that their emotional connection was being denied. “Just a fucking bitch in heat.”

Sam looked up, startled, and Dean could see the deep pain his words had caused in his little brother’s eyes.

“Don’t say that to me, Dean. Don’t you ever say that.” Sam could feel the pain starting in him. “I love you, Dean. I do. I just don’t want…didn’t want…to be mated like that. In heat. Out of necessity.”

Dean let out a bitter laugh. “When did you think it was gonna happen, genius?”

Sam tossed his hands in the air in exasperation. “I don’t know, Dean, I thought a Tuesday might be nice.” He shook his head. “I guess I wanted it to just happen, cause me an’ an Alpha wanted to be mated to each other. Not ‘cause it had to happen.” He chewed his lip, turning his thoughts and emotions over. “It’s not that I don’t want you, Dean. I guess I’m trying to reject how it happened. Wasn’t how I wanted it. Not like that.”

“Fuck, Sammy, you can’t reject how it happened without your scent making my body think you’re rejecting me. So I’m sorry, but you’re gonna need to let that go because you’re fucking hurting me.”

Dean watched his little brother, waited for him to speak, but no words ever came from the omega. Little by little, though, over the next hour or so, the pain began to ebb. When he could finally breath, finally think clearly, finally move, he reached out and pulled Sam against him, a relieved sob escaping his throat.

“God, Sammy. Please don’t fucking do that again.” He rubbed the omega’s back in soft, soothing circles. “I’m sorry it wasn’t how you imagined it. I’m sorry it had to happen like that, that it wasn’t just a Tuesday or whatever. But don’t think that I’ll want this any less when you’re heat passes. It happened during your heat, yeah, but that’s not why I want you as my mate.” He felt Sam burrow deeper into his chest and he leaned down to kiss the top of his shower-damp hair. “Love you, baby boy.”

“Love you, Dean.”

The End.
I hope you enjoyed it. :)