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Dean was gonna die. He would be eaten by the monster chasing after him and no one would even find the remains of a corpse. The great big hulking beast would devour every single piece until nothing was left. It would pick his bones clean and then grind them to dust between its powerful jaws.
Dean was reasonably sure that was what the voices were whispering to him, but he couldn’t be entirely certain because the fuckers wouldn’t speak up clearly! If Dean had ever needed some proper goddamn enunciation from the voices that only he seemed to be able to hear, it was now! They had arrived in this godforsaken little town in Colorado and Dean had been infected. Sam had gotten squirted in the face with the spleen juice, but Dean was the one who suffered the consequences. Because apparently some uppity ghost decided that he was a fucking bully! Like, what the ever-holy fuck?
All the animals were attempting to chase him down before trying to kill him. First, some innocent looking kitten had been lurking in a locker. Then some fluffy little demonic shit with a cute pink bow in her hair had followed him, waiting for him to tire before she launched into a vicious attack. But Dean hadn’t been fooled. He damn well knew better.
But what was chasing him now was big, a fucking mammoth beast. Growling and snarling and howling at the moon that hung low in the night sky.
And where the fuck was Sam when Dean really fucking needed him? Shouldn’t his Alpha know that his Omega was in trouble? Wasn’t that part of the entire fucked-up hierarchy?
Dean ran deeper into the woods, before it finally dawned on him that he could indeed go faster. He just needed to transform. Let his inner wolf manifest and then he could sprint away. Leave the cumbersome beast in the dust.
It was a solid plan. A good plan. There was only one problem. The fucking monster had already found Dean. He crashed to the ground, when the full weight of whatever the fuck it was threw itself at him. The furry body smelled familiar, but Dean was confused, nothing was making sense, and the fear was creeping up, lodging in his throat, threatening to strangle him…
“Easy, Omega! I’ve got you.” The words penetrated his panic, at the same moment his belt was undone, and his pants were unceremoniously yanked down. Leaving him bare and exposed. He could feel the fat head of a huge cock prodding at his slick hole, and it was then, that he drew a deep breath.
And realized. Exactly where Sam was.
“God, yes, Alpha! Please!” Dean keened when Sam shoved his cock deep, fucking into his mate and reminding him whom he belonged to. Who would protect him and keep him safe from all harm.
Dean spread his legs wider, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, when he could feel the head of Sam’s monster cock distending his belly, leaving it pressed against the forest floor. Sam fucked him hard, without mercy, to impress upon Dean that he should always turn to his Alpha for help. No matter the circumstance.
Dean reached back and around, grasped the back of Sam’s thigh, tried to drag him closer. So that Sam could crawl inside him, occupy every single square inch of his Omega’s body.
“Don’t run from me again, yeah?” Sam growled out the words; hot breath panted out against Dean’s neck.
“No, never.” Dean assured on a ragged whisper, even as he tried to press back with his hips.
“You’re mine, and I’ll protect you.” Sam snarled, even as he ground down with his hips, his knot catching and filling, which left Dean screaming when he came.
“Yes, Alpha!” Dean could feel the spreading heat, but all that was unimportant. Sam was here. Sam would take care of him. Protect him. Use that big brain of his to solve the case and ensure Dean was kept alive for years to come.
Arms wrapped in steel corded muscle enveloped Dean, and he finally relaxed. Feeling better for the first time since they had arrived in this sleepy backwater town. And he was left with the knowledge that it would be alright.
Because his Alpha was the best that ever was.
Which made Dean the luckiest Omega around.