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Dean was nervous.
That was an understatement. Dean was fucking nervous.
He ran in chases all the time. He loved being an Omega that could outrun Alphas. He loved showing that Omegas weren’t just the weak, pathetic creatures the media enjoyed portraying them as. And most of all? He loved being the asshole that never had to submit.
But there was something off this year.
Dean had double and triple-checked his blockers. His suppressants were up to date. Yet, for some reason, his skin vibrated, and his nerves itched. There was something that was just absolutely driving him crazy.
He looked over to Charlie, his best friend, his fellow troublemaker. She looked calm, serene, just as she always did before they ran. Whatever was going on was only affecting him. “Red?”
“What’s up?” Charlie looked up at him before tilting her head in confusion. “Oh fuck, what’s up? I can smell how nervous you are.”
“You just caught that?”
“Really, Dean? There are at least twenty other Omegas here. All I smell is nervous Omega.” She looked around, sniffing the air. “I’m not catching anything weird. What’s got your panties all up in a twist?”
“I don’t know!”
Charlie offered her wrist. Dean took it, acting reluctant, but he was honestly glad she provided it for him. “It’s going to be fine, Dean. We run these all the time. We don’t get caught unless we want to. And even if we were to get caught? There’s rules in place to keep us safe.”
“I know. I’ve just never felt like this before a chase.” He inhaled again, her familiar scent of lavender and lemon grounding him, before smiling at Charlie. “Thanks, Red. The feeling’s still there, but that helped.”
“That’s what pack does.” She started to say something when the announcement for Omegas to make their way to the starting line stopped her. “You ready, Rocket?”
“As I’m gonna be.”
…
The rules of the chase were simple. Omegas started the chase. They were given a fifteen-second headstart and were allowed to hide if the setting of the chase permitted. If caught by an Alpha, the Omega was out of the chase. They were by no means required to submit to the Alpha that caught them, and Alphas were forbidden from doing anything without explicit consent from the Omega.
That still didn’t ease the weird feeling that was raising the hairs on the back of Dean’s neck.
Despite his weariness, Dean took his spot on the starting line and held his fist out to Charlie. She bumped it back as she always did, completing their pre-chase ritual. Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the countdown started, trying desperately to center himself.
Three.
A spicy yet calming scent wafted through the air, clouding Dean’s mind.
Two.
He breathed in deeply. It was an odd scent, almost like two intertwined as one, but it was wonderful.
One.
Dean’s eyes snapped open, and he pushed himself off the starting line as the horn blared. He shoved the smell to the back of his mind and made his way into the woods that served as the chase’s maze. He knew the forest well, he and Charlie did many of the events held on the grounds, and he covered a reasonable distance as the second horn went off, signaling the start for the Alphas.
A shiver ran down Dean’s spine as he ran. The feeling from before was intensifying, and he still couldn’t figure out what was setting him off. Dean needed to run, but his body was slowing down. As he turned the familiar corner in the path, the scent from earlier hit him again, and it dawned on Dean what was wrong.
His inner Omega was pining.
In all his years, in all his times running chases, he had never reacted like this. He never had his wolf make itself known in such a fury. Sure, there had always been appealing scents. Dean was human, after all. But this? Dean’s wolf was practically begging for him to find whoever smelled that fucking good.
“Dammit,” Dean growled as he moved off the path to catch his breath. He knew that he had a good enough head start that he could take a moment and try to get his Omega under control. “We’re not here for a mate. We’re here to run. We’re going to run.” He bent over, resting his hands on his knees as he closed his eyes. He couldn’t deny that the scent was perfect.
But he wouldn’t let that stop him.
A rustle of leaves to his left snapped Dean back to attention. He quickly sniffed the air and, despite not catching the whiff of Alpha, rushed back to the path to start running again. As much as his Omega wanted to be caught, Dean wanted to finish another chase untouched. Steeling his resolve, Dean hushed his inner wolf, albeit barely, and focused on the trail ahead of him.
Just as Dean was starting to regain his pace, another Omega named Mick came sprinting up beside him. “Oy, Dean!”
“Dude, who lit the fire under your ass?”
“There’s a new pair of Alphas here. Been running past every Omega they’ve come across.” Mick looked over his shoulder. “Disappointed a few of the others. They’re definitely a couple of lookers.”
“So you’re up here; why? You think they’re only coming after the ones at the head of the pack?”
“I mean, they’ve got to be, don’t they? Skipped past at least a dozen Omegas, several who were ready to just bend over and present.”
Dean scoffed. “So, a pair of knotheads?”
“No. Quite the opposite.” Mick was starting to get winded and barely skipped over a root that was sticking up in the path. “Polite, considerate. Said they’re looking for someone special.”
“Someone?” The thought that one of the Alphas might be the owner of the unique scent flittered through Dean’s mind. His Omega flared back up, causing him to stumble.
“Dean?”
“Nothin’, Mick. You want one of them; keep running. I need a moment.” He pointed up at a tree. “Out of sight, out of mind.” Dean slapped Mick on the shoulder and watched as the Brit sped off. He looked around and made quick work of climbing up a nearby tree. Its foliage was thick enough to keep him practically invisible from the ground, but he could look down and watch as the other participants ran by. Dean smirked as he settled in. This may not have been the most conventional way for him to keep from being caught, but it would work until his Omega settled down.
Dean watched as a couple more Omegas passed by him, completely unaware of his presence above them. He let out a sigh of relief, attempting to relax until the scent from earlier started to drift towards him. He swallowed as his own wolf flared up again, responding positively to the aroma. Dean tried not to make too much noise and attempted to make himself as small as possible in his hiding spot.
“Cher, you smell that?” Dean perked up at the sound of a warm southern drawl. “I think he’s nearby.”
“It’s possible. I figured that he would be fast, and it would take us time to catch up to him.” The second voice was a deep rumble that sent shivers down Dean’s spine. “He’s either an Omega that feels like he has to prove himself, or we spooked him.”
Dean nodded silently. If they were talking about him, he had to agree that he was proving himself with all the chases he ran.
“We gave our distance. Not even sure he saw us.”
At that comment, Dean realized he hadn’t actually seen them. He leaned over and looked down, trying to find the two Alphas.
“I’m not sure he saw us either, but I am fairly certain he caught wind of us. He leaned into his friend and scented her wrist.”
If Dean had any doubt they were looking for him, it was erased by that comment. But that also raised another question. Why did the gravel-voiced Alpha refer to their scents in the singular?
“So, you think we scared him off, Cher?”
“It’s possible.” Their footfalls stopped right under him, and Dean sat back up, trying to make himself small again and hoping that the branches and leaves hid him as well as he thought they were. “His scent is the strongest here.”
“There is a stream right over there, though. Could have ran through it to cut his scent.”
The two men went silent, and the only sounds were their highly muted steps. Dean tried to will them towards the stream the one with the southern accent mentioned or to move on, but he knew better. He knew they were talking around the tree, and he pictured them as sharks circling their prey.
“We’re not going to bite you,” Gravel-voice called.
“Well, I might, but only if you let me.” Southern boy quipped.
“I highly doubt you’re helping our case.”
“A little humor don’ harm nothin’, Cher.”
Dean had to stifle a laugh. He definitely appreciated that kind of humor.
“Please, Omega? I would prefer to call you by your name, but I don’t know it.” There was a brief pause before the gravel-voiced Alpha continued. “My name is Castiel.”
“And I go by Benny.”
“Dean.” Dean’s jaw dropped as he responded, silently cursing his wolf.
“Hello, Dean. Thank you for telling us your name.”
The Alpha named Benny chuckled, and the sound was absolutely musical. “Usin’ your name does make this a little easier, Dean. You mind comin’ down so we can talk face to face?”
“Nope.”
“Is it because you don’t want to be caught, Dean?” Castiel asked.
“Haven’t been caught yet, and I don’t plan on being caught now. So unless you can climb this tree, I can stay up here all day.” Dean looked down, trying again to find the Alphas. They must have been on the other side. He caught a strong whiff of the enticing scent, and his wolf protested again.
“Cher, we can smell you, just like you can scent us. Ain’t tryin’ to push you or nothin’, but you’re respondin’ to us, and we’d be lyin’ if we said we didn’t want you.”
Dean shook his head. “Sorry, I’m not being caught during a chase.”
“Then why do you run?” Benny asked.
“Cas there said it earlier.”
“Was it when I said you have something to prove, Dean?” Castiel inquired. Before Dean could answer, he continued. “If that’s the case, we won’t catch you.”
“What?” Dean and Benny replied at the same time, both voices in various levels of surprise. A soft oof floated up, and Benny spoke again. “You don’t want to be caught? We won’t catch you.”
Silence fell over the group, and Dean listened carefully. Several more people ran by, and Castiel and Benny politely sent them on their way. Dean dragged his hand down his face. They weren’t giving away his position, and it almost seemed like they were setting up for him to escape. What the hell was their game? After another runner had left, Dean called down. “I don’t get what’s going on, but I’m comfortable up here. So, like I said, unless you can climb, you’re not getting me down.”
“If you come down, we can talk. Benny and I are more than happy to explain everything.”
Dean’s Omega really liked the sound of that.
Dean did not.
“Not falling for that.”
“Well, if we’re not gonna catch him, Cher…” Benny’s voice tapered to a whisper, and Dean couldn’t hear him. A sudden laugh startled Dean, and he scrambled to rebalance himself on the branch. “Dean, what if we talked to you after you crossed the finish line? We’ll make sure you get down and that no other Alphas come at you while you get runnin’. Then you, me, and Cas here can have a conversation. ‘Cause I’m gonna be honest, my mouth is waterin’. Cas here wants you. And we know damn well that you want us.”
“Benny!” Castiel hissed.
There was that word again. Us. Dean shook his head. “What do you mean I want the two of you?”
“You wanna have that convo here, Cher?”
“Considering the two of you are asking me to trust you? Yeah.” Dean looked down and caught a glimpse of dark brown, almost black hair. “So, start talking.”
“What are you smelling, Dean?” Castiel replied, almost nonchalantly. A tinge of nervousness hung off the edge of his words.
“The scent? It’s…” It dawned on Dean. He had even had the thought earlier. It was two scents combined to make one. “It’s like a spicy thunderstorm.”
Benny laughed. “I don’t think I ever heard it described like that before, Cher.”
“What Benny means to say is that he and I are mated, Dean.” There was a fondness in his response. “We know that not everyone likes the idea of two Alphas being in a loving, committed relationship, but…”
“There you are?” Dean offered.
“Here we are. In more ways than one.” Castiel acknowledged. “Before moving here, Benny and I would come out to these chases to keep up appearances. People assume we have a scent bond because we’re best friends.
Dean searched below him and found a pair of soft blue eyes looking up at him. “Hello there, Cher.” Benny reached over and pulled Castiel into view. “Not as skittish as you thought, huh, Hot Wings?.”
“Shut up, Benny,” Castiel commented, no heat in his words but so much affection. He looked up at Dean, a soft gummy smile that made his deep blue eyes sparkle. “We figured that being new to the area, we should continue the facade. We weren’t sure how people would treat us.”
“And then when we got here, imagine our surprise when we found you.” Benny crossed his arms over his chest, looking every bit the Alpha with his built upper body. “Your scent nearly sent us to our knees.”
“So, let me get this straight. A pair of mated Alphas are below me, claiming that my scent gave them some bullshit true mate reaction?” Dean felt his own Omega revolt at his sarcasm. “I ain’t buying that. Sorry.”
Castiel scoffed. “Dean, do you really think that we can’t smell you? That we can’t feel your wolf calling out to ours?”
“Be nice, Cher.”
“I am being nice.”
Dean snorted. The Alphas were definitely acting like a mated pair.
“You find somethin’ amusin’ up there, Dean?” Benny asked, his smirk hopeful.
“There’s no doubting that you two are close.” He sighed and ran his hand down his face. The smell of another Alpha wafted through the air. Judging by the scent, Dean was sure it was Victor, a long-time friend who would gloat that he caught Dean. “Still not coming down, though.”
“Why not?” Castiel squinted, and Dean found himself squirming.
“Because if you use your nose, there’s at least one more Alpha coming up on us. One that I know would pounce on my ass just to say that he caught me.”
Benny’s smile turned predatory. “Cher, if we chase him off, will you come down? It’ll prove we’ll let you get to the finish line.”
“Good luck.” Dean scoffed. Victor may have been smaller than the two Alphas below him, but the fucker was fierce. He was an FBI Agent who studied Brazilian jujitsu and Krav Maga. Yeah, they’d have their work cut out for them.
“You don’t think we can handle him?” Castiel turned to Benny. “You got this, or do you want me to?”
“Stay here with Dean. Not that he needs protection, but if ‘nother Alpha sneaks up, you can handle that one.”
Dean adjusted himself on the branch to get a better view. They were right off the trail, and if any more runners were paying attention, a quick glance to the side would show the scene of two Alphas barking an Omega up a tree. Dean blushed. Probably not the most fantastic image for him right now.
“Curious?” Castiel called up. He was leaning against the tree, his arms crossed over his chest. While he didn’t exactly cut the same silhouette as Benny, he was broad, and his arms were muscular. Dean totally didn’t imagine those arms pinning him down. Nope. Not at all.
And his Omega totally didn’t whine alongside him. Not a chance.
“I mean, you two claim you’re gonna protect me. Need to see how you’re going to do that.” Dean cleared his throat. “You’re okay with Benny going out solo?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? I trust Benny fully. He’s one of my mates.”
“One of?”
Castiel tilted his head up, an incredulous look on his face. “Have you not been listening to me or Benny? Or your wolf?”
“You’re already mated. You shouldn’t have another mate, especially not a true mate. Not that they exist.”
“Dean, you realize—” Castiel was cut off by a growl, and they both snapped their attention to the trail. Victor was there, getting up in Benny’s face and trying to intimidate the tall, Southern Alpha.
“Get out of my way. If anyone’s gonna catch Winchester, it’s going to be me. Not some wannabe hotshot Alpha who’s new to town.” Victor tried to push past Benny but instead found himself stumbling back toward the path. “Are we really going to do this?”
Benny shrugged and shook his head, and Dean couldn’t help but notice how his muscles moved under his shirt. “You can just walk away, brother. Dean-o don’t want to be caught? We ain’t gonna let him be caught.”
“Looks like he’s already caught. And you’re stupid if you think he’s going to come out of that tree while you and your friend are haunting it.” Victor growled and lunged at Benny, only to find his ass planted in the dirt on the trail. “What the fuck!”
“You sure as hell don’t deserve to catch Dean. Now, I said this once, and I’ll say it again: If he don’t want to be caught, he won’t be.” Benny squared his shoulders, and Dean couldn’t help but drool at the sight. Maybe being caught wasn’t that bad of an idea. “You wanna try again, by all means, but I really don’t wanna hurt you.”
Victor stood up and brushed himself off. “Hope you realize how much trouble you’re in, Dean,” he called back before running off with his proverbial tail tucked between his legs.
“Wait…” Dean hugged the branch tightly and adjusted himself so he could watch as Victor ran off. “What? How did…” He looked over at Castiel, who was still leaning smugly against the tree. “What the hell just happened?”
“Benny chased off your friend there.” Castiel pushed off the tree and looked up to Dean. “Although, it sounds like he was letting his pheromones get to him there. Most people don’t just go after Benny.”
“Eh, he was a spitfire.” Benny walked up alongside Castiel, casually draping his shoulder over the other Alpha’s shoulder. “Definitely would’ve been a fun tussle if he wanted to actually fight.”
“Did you want to fight, Love?”
“Naw. But I’m willin’ to fight for our Omega.” Benny pulled the other man closer and kissed his temple.
Dean quietly contemplated. There was no doubt that the two beneath him were a mated pair. Granted, he couldn’t see their bites, but the way they were acting with one another? And the fact that they had confirmed that their scent was combined?
God, that scent was absolutely amazing.
“You two promise that you’ll let me finish the chase?” The words escaped his lips before he could stop himself. But the scent of happy Alpha that wafted up to him? His Omega was pleased with him, and, in turn, he was proud that he had caused that scent.
“Cher, you wanna finish this untouched? We’ll make sure you’re untouched.” Benny tapped Castiel’s shoulder, and the two backed up in unison.
“But, Dean, promise you’ll talk to us when it’s done.”
That was something Dean could do. “I promise, Cas.”
“Good. Now, come on down. There’s at least four or five more Alphas out here, unless they took a different path.”
“It’s possible. This one is the most used because it’s the most direct route to the end.” Dean took a second to climb down. “But some Omegas take the longer routes to compensate for lack of endurance. It’s easier for them to hide, and less Alphas go down those paths.” Dean stood in front of Alphas. He was terrified by how much he trusted them and how much his Omega was telling him they were his. Their scent washed over him, and Dean could feel the slick start to build in his shorts. He blushed slightly, knowing there was no way the Alphas in front of him couldn’t smell that.
Both Castiel and Benny stood their ground, but Dean could definitely see the red glow start to tinge their eyes.
“Dean?” The word drawled from Benny’s lips, half-question, half-command. “You’re gonna need to get runnin’.”
“I know.” Dean took a few steps toward the path, giving his Alphas a berth, before taking off at a sprint. Castiel and Benny were holding each other, keeping themselves grounded, and Dean knew he was sold. Fuck talking. There was going to be something else after they all crossed the finish.
Risking a glimpse over his shoulder, Dean saw the duo keeping their distance but staying close enough to interfere if another Alpha was nearby. Shit. If there was another Alpha nearby, Dean could be in trouble. There was no doubt in his mind that the smell of arousal had built to an almost obscene level. He couldn’t think about that. He needed to get to the end. Benny and Castiel would protect him, like good Alphas, and then he could show them what a good Omega he could be.
Fuck, Dean really wanted to present right then and there.
He swallowed harshly and shook his head. Dean would finish the race, then get to know the two Alphas.
In so many ways.
Dean whined as the edge of the forest appeared ahead of him. The finish line would be about a hundred yards past that. He could do it. Dean could finish one last race uncaught, untarnished…
Unclaimed.
The thought of the two alphas claiming him, sinking their fangs into his mating gland, sent another shiver down Dean’s spine. Almost there, then I can have them.
“Well, if it isn’t the uncatchable Winchester.” A nasally, sadistic voice caused Dean to stumble and nearly fall to the ground. He scrambled to regain his bearings and turned to look at the familiar voice. Alistair. “Ooooh, something’s got your panties all up in a twist.”
Before Dean could respond, Benny was there, separating him and shielding him from the other Alpha. He couldn’t see Benny’s face, but it was clear on Alistair’s that there was about to be some sort of altercation. Benny squared his shoulders, and Dean stared in awe at the man’s back. “Leave my Omega alone.”
“Everyone knows Winchester isn’t claimed. And I don’t see any Alpha flag on him, so he’s not caught. Means he’s up for grabs.”
“And I said, he’s mine. I respect what’s mine, and he wishes to finish the chase unclaimed. If you’re not gonna respect what’s mine, then you’re gonna learn a lesson real quick.” Benny looked over his shoulder at Dean, then Cas, his eyes flaring red. “Cas?”
“Stay with Dean, Benny.” Cas rolled his neck and moved forward, pushing past Benny as he made his way to confront the other Alpha.
Alistair rolled his own neck in response, the smirk on his face turning downright predatory. “He is a pretty little Omega, ain’t he? Lots of people been wanting to catch him. Never smelled him like this before, though. Gonna make him that much better when I take him.”
“Besides that being against the rules. He isn’t yours.” Cas spared a glance at Benny, the two sharing a silent conversation in seconds, before looking back at Alistair. “You’re going to have to go through me.”
“With pleasure.” Alistair lunged at Cas as Benny moved Dean away from the scuffle towards the finish line.
Dean hesitated slightly, wanting to see the two alphas fight, needing to see his Alpha— one of his Alphas —win. “Benny, please.”
“Just move with me a little, Cher. Cas can hold his own. Trust me.” Benny gently continued to tug on Dean’s arm. “If you don’t want me to pin my flag on you, you gotta keep movin’. More Alphas are comin’.”
“Fine.” Dean stole one last look at Cas, who had knocked Alistair on his ass, before taking off in a sprint towards the finish line. He knew Benny wasn’t far behind, but he gave enough of a berth to let Dean finish the race unclaimed.
Yeah, they were his Alphas.
A painful shout caused Dean to halt and turn. He was stopped by Benny, who turned him back around. “Keep runnin’, Cher. That ain’t Cas.”
“You sure?”
“I’m pretty sure I know my mate’s voice.” Benny paused. “Just like I’m excited to learn yours.”
Dean blushed. “Not sure if you mean my regular voice or how I sound with a knot buried in me.”
“Fuck, Dean. That ain’t fair.”
“No?” Dean smirked. “Catch me.” He took off at a sprint before he could even get Benny’s reaction. The finish line was less than fifty yards away, and he knew he could beat Benny.
As he crossed the finish line, a pair of referees ran toward him, one stopping to check on him and the other continuing, probably to stop the fight between Cas and Alistair. “Mr. Winchester, are you okay?”
“Yeah.” Dean hunched over, resting his hands on his knees. “Need one of the cabins, though.”
“One of…” The referee looked at Benny, who was keeping a respectful distance. "Oh. Yeah, can you walk?”
Dean nodded, then blushed. “I uh… There’s gonna be two Alphas.”
“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Mr. Winchester. You won’t be the first, and you won’t be the last.” The referee replied quietly as she patted him on the back. She gestured to Benny. “Let me get him to the cabin. You and your partner can join him in a couple minutes.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The confusion was evident in Benny’s voice. “Is Dean okay?”
“Just protocol. Give a moment for all parties involved to let their noses clear to make sure the smell is what they think it is.” The referee winked at Benny before wrapping her arm around a now standing Dean’s shoulder. She leaned in and spoke only so he could hear. “I have two Alphas too. Met my actual Alpha after two failed marriages, and then we met the other Alpha who made us whole a few years later. Scent bonds are a crazy thing.” She walked him over to the closest cabin and opened it. “There are baking soda tablets in here. Give it a few sniffs to clear out your sinuses. We’ll have your Alphas out here do it, too. We’ll let them in, and if the scent is still compatible…”
“Thank you.”
The referee nodded before stepping away, leaving Dean in the cabin alone. He stopped to admire the small building, noting the amenities and the large bed covered with blankets and pillows. Dean’s wolf cried out, wanting to dive into those soft pillows and start building a nook, but he swallowed it down and found the tablets waiting on the table. Dean's wolf continued to whine as he sniffed at the baking soda. The tablets did nothing to clear Cas and Benny’s scent from his nose, instead making him want them more.
“Cher?” Benny called through the door as he knocked on it. “Dean, can we come in, please?”
“Please,” Dean replied. He moved back towards the bed and sat on the edge. As much as he wanted this, as much as he knew his mates— mates! —were about to walk into the cabin, he was still nervous.
“Hello, Dean.” Dean looked up into two pairs of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Cas’ reminded him of a stormy sea while Benny’s were as clear as the sky. He could lose himself in either set and be the happiest Omega in the world. “Are you alright?”
Dean started to nod, but knowing his scent would give him away, he shook his head instead. “I’m nervous.”
“We can tell, Cher.” Benny crouched in front of him, taking his chin in his hand. “What do you need?”
“Need you. Need you both.” Dean looked between the Alphas, surprised again at how easily the words fell from his lips. He cleared his throat and shook his head. “But you aren’t going to want me. Not when you’re done.”
Cas sat on the bed next to him. He rested his hand on Dean’s leg, gently squeezing it. “I know our biology sucks sometimes, but do you know why there’s scent compatibility and then the scent of true mates?”
“You tryin’ to bore him out of his arousal, Cas?” Benny winked up at Dean, and Dean could only smile. The charm exuding from the pair was disarming, and their scent? Dean would be lying if he said they didn’t smell like home.
“No, but I am trying to comfort him.”
“Scent compatibility means that your scent compliments another person’s scent and that you could even be a good match with them.” Dean rested his hand on top of Cas’. “Being True Mates means…" He swallowed. "It means that while you may have differences, they're your person." Dean looked at Cas and then Benny. "Or, I guess, your people."
"Not what you expected, Cher?"
Dean shook his head. "Never believed."
"And yet,” Cas slid his hand out from under Dean’s and moved it to Dean’s cheek. “Here we are.”
“How are you so sure?”
“Cher, can you imagine how strange it was for Cas and me to find out that two Alphas were True Mates? We didn’t believe it, and we fought it. We fought it hard.”
Cas nodded. “But eventually, it got so bad that Benny started having symptoms of Mate Rejection Syndrome. And then we knew. So we researched. Biology is fucked up.”
“So what does that gotta do with right now?” Dean swallowed. He already knew the answer, but he wanted— no, he needed —to hear it from one of the Alphas with him.
“We already know what it feels like, Dean.” Benny reached out, asking for Dean’s hand in a simple action, and Dean slid his hand into Benny’s. “We know how right this feels. And you do too. And we don’t want to make that mistake again.”
Dean closed his eyes and relished in the warmth that the two Alphas were exuding. They weren’t menacing; they weren’t trying to force him into anything he was uncomfortable with. Benny and Cas were taking care of their Omega. Of him.
“Dean?” Cas’ thumb dragged softly over the apple of his cheek. “You can tell us no. You can tell us you don’t want to do anything right now, and we’ll respect that. But we won’t let you go.”
“I don’t want you to,” Dean admitted. “But that doesn’t mean this doesn’t scare the hell out of me.”
“What do you need, Cher?”
“I…” Dean opened his eyes and looked into Benny’s. He lost himself in the pools of blue before glancing at Cas. Two beautiful Alphas were caring for him, cherishing him. He knew what he needed. “I need you two.”
Cas’ smile broadened. “Then you have us.” He leaned in and kissed Dean softly, tentatively, and the last of Dean’s worries started to melt away.
“You gonna share, Cas?” Dean felt the bed shift beside him as Benny sat on his other side.
“Of course.” Cas dragged his fingers along Dean’s cheek before gently guiding his face to look at Benny. He kissed behind Dean’s ear before stage whispering. “Benny loves his bottom lip being nibbled on.”
“And now you’re givin’ away all my secrets.” Benny rested his hand on the side of Dean’s neck. “He taste as good as he looks, Cas?”
“Even better.”
Dean whimpered as Benny captured his lips in a heated kiss. Where Cas had been exploring and conservative, Benny threw all caution to the wind and dove right in. Dean barely registered the other Alpha moving behind him as he melted into Benny.
“So beautiful.” Cas trailed kisses along Dean’s neck as he ran his hands up Dean’s shirt. “I know this is new, and I thoroughly enjoy how much you’re trusting us, Dean. But promise if anything becomes too much.”
“Promise, Cas,” Dean replied as Benny pulled away, giving him the chance to answer. “It’s hard to think.”
“You got a safeword, Cher? Don’t know if you’re into that, but if you got one—”
“Impala,” Dean interrupted as he reached for Benny’s shirt. He tugged on the hem, getting the Alpha to respond by pulling it off. Dean’s jaw dropped as the shirt was removed. “Fuck.”
Benny smirked as he tossed the shirt to the side. “We’re gonna get there.”
“Yes, we are,” Cas confirmed as he removed Dean’s shirt. Dean shivered at the sudden chill but found his back pulled against a warm, firm chest. “Can’t have our Omega get cold.”
“We’re gonna warm him up nice and good, Cas.” Benny stood up and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. “Need to know what’ll get his blood pumpin’.”
“My heart’s already beating a mile a minute.” Dean watched as Benny slowly slid his shorts down while Cas played with his nipples. He let out a whimper as a gush of slick rushed out.
“Someone likes this.” Cas nuzzled against Dean’s ear. “Is it watching Benny that’s doing it for you? Or is it me playing with you?”
Dean nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. Both. Please.”
Cas’ deep chuckle vibrated through Dean’s body. “So eloquent.”
“You’re enjoying all of this as much as I am. Don’t think I don’t feel you pressing through those shorts.” Dean quipped. He could certainly feel something poking against his back, and if that slight contact were any indication, Cas was packing almost as much as Benny.
Dean was so fucked, and in the best possible way.
“You gettin’ all riled up too, Hot Wings?” Benny walked over, his cock standing at full attention and causing Dean’s mouth to water.
“How can I not?” Cas dragged his teeth delicately over Dean’s mating gland, causing Dean to shudder. “You both are beautiful, and Dean is responding so wonderfully.”
“Cher?” Benny sat on the bed and offered a hand to Dean. “Join me so you can watch Cas strip down?”
“I…” Dean looked at Benny’s hand and took it, carefully sliding out of Cas’ lap. Before he could say anything else, Benny had lifted and turned him so his back was pressed against Benny’s chest. The sudden movement turned Dean on even more, and another gush of slick escaped him. “Fuck.”
Benny laughed as he took his turn kissing and nibbling Dean’s neck. “Told you, we’re gonna get there. But you need to enjoy the show.” He slid his hand down the front of Dean’s shorts and started tracing small patterns against the skin. Dean cursed again, his head and eyes rolling back as he enjoyed Benny’s touch. “Watch, Pretty Omega. Watch your other Alpha.”
Dean looked just in time to see Cas’ shirt come up and over his head. He bit back a groan, wishing the other Alpha was with them and not across the room. “Cas…, please?”
“Please what, Dean?” Cas tossed the shirt to the side and, with little fanfare, removed his shorts. “There are so many things you can be asking for.”
“Want my Alphas. I need you both.” Dean gasped as Benny’s hand wrapped around his cock. “Please!”
“You’re spoiling him, Benny.”
Benny shook his head. “Nah. Just givin’ him a little taste of what’s about to come.”
“Personally, I’d like to see if we can have him come untouched.” Cas climbed onto the bed and kneeled between Dean’s legs. “Think you can do that, Dean?”
Dean nodded. “I wanna try.”
“There won’t be tryin’, Dean.” Benny bit Dean’s mating gland, stopping just before breaking the skin. “Cas and me? We’ll keep goin’ until we get every last drop out of you.”
Another whimper escaped Dean’s lips. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” He reluctantly sat up and pulled away from Benny, coming face to face with Cas. Dean crashed his lips into the other Alpha’s, claiming them hungrily. “Take me, Alphas.”
“Damn, Cher. You know what you want, when you want it.” Benny started pulling down on Dean’s shorts as Cas guided Dean to a kneeling position. “Take it you want his mouth, Cas?”
“To start.” Cas traced his fingers along Dean’s jaw. “Do you like your mouth being knotted, Dean?”
Dean’s eyes went wide. “I’ve wanted to, but I’ve never tried.”
“You might be too large for him, Cas,” Benny commented. He started playing with Dean’s ass, massaging his thumb against the hole. “Boy, you are wet. Not gonna need much prep for me to slide right in.”
“Please, Benny. Please.” Dean looked up at Cas, who had started stroking his hair. “Cas, I wanna taste you.”
“And you will, I promise, Omega-mine.” Cas wrapped his lips around Benny’s proffered thumb and moaned. “You taste so good, Dean.”
“He does, don’ he?” Benny grabbed Dean’s ass and started massaging roughly as he pulled the cheeks apart. He started lapping at Dean’s slicked hole, humming in contentment as he made Dean shake in pleasure.
Cas tugged on the back of Dean’s head and forced him to look up. “Your Alpha making you feel good, Dean?”
“Yes!” Dean cried out as one of Benny’s fingers joined his skilled tongue. “Didn’t know…”
“Didn’t know what?”
“That it could feel like this.” Dean readjusted so he could hold himself up with one arm. Reaching forward, he took Cas’ cock in his free hand and started stroking. “Wanna taste you, Alpha. Please?”
“How can I tell you no when you ask so nicely?” Cas moved closer, bringing his cock just out of range of Dean’s mouth. “But I would like to hear you ask again.”
Dean whimpered. “Please, Alpha-mine? I want your dick in my throat. I wanna gag on it while tasting you.”
“Fuck.” The red ring in Cas’ eyes glowed brighter despite his eyes darkening in lust. He wrapped his hand around the back of Dean’s head, tugging on Dean’s hair. Cas lined his cock up with Dean’s mouth. “Show me how much you want it.”
There was no need for Dean to be told twice. He practically lunged forward, wrapping his lips around Cas’ cock.
Cas’ eyes rolled back, filling Dean with pride and causing him to double down. “Benny. His mouth is amazing.”
“Yeah, Cher?” Benny pulled back, his fingers slipping out and causing Dean to whimper. “Think our beautiful Omega is ready for me?”
“I would love to see him tied on your knot, Benny.”
Dean moaned at Cas’ comment. The thought of being knotted set his Omega on fire, and he felt slick start to leak down his leg.
“I think he likes the idea of that too.” The bed shifted behind Dean, and, after a moment, he felt one of Benny’s large hands on his hip. “Cher, you want this?” Dean tried to nod but couldn't, Cas’ cock keeping his head in place.
“He wants it, Benny. His mouth is a little full at the moment, but he did try to nod for you.”
“That’s all I need.” Benny slowly pressed into Dean. There were no words to describe Benny’s cock other than large. Dean closed his eyes and saw stars as Benny continued his entrance, stretching him out in delicious pain. “He’s so tight, Cas. Don’ think I’m gonna last.”
“You don’t have to, Benny. Our sweet Omega’s going into heat. Which is going to trigger our ruts.” Cas cupped Dean’s face, running his thumb across the cheek. “You feel it, don’t you, Dean?”
Dean looked up, hoping his eyes showed how much he understood, how much he knew what was coming.
And how much he wanted it all.
Benny bottomed out with a grunt, causing Dean to whine around Cas’ cock. “This feels so right. Cas, sweetheart, it always feels good with you, but I didn’ know what we were missin’.” He slid out and thrust back into Dean, causing Cas’ to bury his cock deeper down Dean’s throat. Dean gagged for a moment, but the feeling of Cas and Benny taking both his mouth and his ass turned him on even more. “You like that, Cher?” Benny had leaned down, his chest molded against Dean’s back. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, causing Dean to choke on Cas’ cock again.
“You keep that up, Benny, and I will come.” The hand Cas had entangled in Dean’s hair tugged, pulling Dean’s head back and giving him a chance to breathe. “You’re not ready for that yet, are you, Omega-Ours?”
Dean felt tears trickle down his cheek, and Cas wiped them away with his other hand. He shook his head and started bobbing his head along Cas’ shaft. While he wanted the feeling of his Alphas claiming him to last, he didn’t want to deny either one of them pleasure.
“Cas…” Benny's voice hinted at a whine as he started to pound harder into Dean. His knot was beginning to swell, and Dean could tell Benny was fighting off an orgasm. “How you wanna do this?”
“I want to see him on your knot.” Cas pulled out of Dean’s mouth and cupped his chin. He forced Dean to look up at him, and those deep blue eyes sent a shiver through Dean’s body. “I want you to impale him. I want to see him writhe as you two are locked together.”
Both Benny and Dean whimpered at the same time. “Cher, you thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’?”
“Possibly.” Cas started to stroke himself, using his precome and Dean’s spit to keep himself hard. “Knot him, Benny. Make him cry out.”
“Please, Alpha?” Dean added, looking over his shoulder at Benny. “Want to feel your knot stretch me out. Fill me!”
Benny moaned again and pulled Dean up to his knees. He dragged his teeth against Dean’s mating gland before nuzzling into it. “You smell so good, Omega-Ours.” Benny grabbed Dean’s hips, his fingers digging in hard enough that Dean knew there would be marks.
Dean wanted them. He also wanted Benny and Cas’ teeth in his mating gland.
“Take him apart, Benny,” Cas commanded. He leaned back on the bed and continued stroking himself. His eyes were focused on Dean and Benny, and Dean could see the red rim around Cas’ irises glow. “Make him come on your cock.”
“I can do that,” Benny growled behind Dean and picked up the pace, pistoning his cock harder and deeper into Dean’s ass. He found Dean’s spot, causing Dean to yell out his name, and shifted to keep hitting it over and over again. Benny mouthed Dean’s mating gland before whispering in his ear. “Come for me, Cher. Come for me, and I’ll knot you so good, you’ll come again.”
Benny’s promise pushed Dean over the edge. Dean cried out as he came, scrambling to grab on to Benny and keep from falling over.
“Beautiful, Omega-Ours.” Cas traced his fingers across Dean’s flushed skin, scooping up some of his come. He brought his fingers to Benny’s lips, who sucked them clean. “Does he taste good, Benny?”
“So good.” Benny breathed out. He rocked in faster, and his knot started catching on Dean’s stretched rim. “You ready for my knot, gorgeous?”
“Please, Alpha-Mine. Please!” Dean mewled. He leaned back against Benny and closed his eyes, his body boneless after his orgasm. “Knot me. Mate me. Please!”
“Be careful what you wish for, Cher.” Benny sucked on Dean’s mating gland, latching onto it but not biting, as his knot swelled and caught inside Dean. The sheer size punched another small orgasm out of Dean, just as Benny had promised.
“Benny… He looks so beautiful hanging on your knot like that.” Dean cracked an eye open briefly as Cas traced his fingers down his chest and stomach. “Did you mate him?”
“No, Cas. I sure as hell want to, though.”
Dean whimpered. “I want you to. I want both of you to claim me. Please? I’m yours.”
“We’re going to get to that, Dean.” The bed shifted, and without opening his eyes, Dean knew that Cas had stood up. The warmth of the other Alpha had actually gotten closer. “Benny, can you lean back without hurting yourself?”
“Hold him up a moment, so I can move my legs around?” Benny requested. Dean felt Cas’ arms wrap around him, and he leaned into the embrace as Benny adjusted. After a moment, he felt a tug against his rim as Benny laid back on the bed and rested his legs on either side of him. “That work for what you thinkin’ Cas?”
“Very much so.” Cas gently laid Dean back against Benny’s chest. He then reached down, carefully pulled Dean’s legs out from under him, and rested them over Benny’s legs. Benny’s hands were almost instantly back on him, exploring and memorizing his body. Cas let out a soft chuckle before asking, “Dean, how are you feeling?”
“I want more, Alpha-Mine. Want to take care of you.” Dean slowly opened his eyes and looked for Cas. “Alpha?”
The bed shifted, and Dean’s head snapped down to the foot of the bed. Cas had climbed back on the bed and was crawling up between Dean and Benny’s legs. “I’m here, Sweet Omega.”
“Whatcha doin’ Cas?” Dean’s breath hitched as Cas pressed against him. His cock rested in Dean’s V, and he started to rut into it. “Oh… Oh!”
“You said you wanted to take care of me, Dean. Do you still want to?” Cas started kissing up Dean’s chest. “Do you want to feel me?” He dragged his tongue along Dean’s clavicle before nuzzling up against Dean’s mating gland.
“Yes!” Dean gasped. He moved his head to the side, giving better access to his neck. “Want you, Alpha.”
Cas, much like Benny before, mouthed over the exposed mating gland. He bit gently, careful not to break the skin before pulling back. “Benny’s locked in there.”
Both Dean and his Omega whined. They wanted both Alphas; they needed both of them. “Can take you too.” Dean watched Cas, watched as the Alpha’s eyes darkened and his mouth curved up in a smirk. “You wanted me to ask for it, didn’t you, Alpha?”
“It’s better when it comes from you. It means you want it, and don’t feel pressured by us.” Cas carefully slid a finger in alongside Benny’s cock, causing Dean to cry out. “Too much, Dean? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“More.” Dean pressed back against Benny, trying to lift his hips and give Cas better access. “I need you, Alpha.”
Benny chuckled as he pinched Dean’s nipples, eliciting another moan. “He’s drippin’ slick, Cas. A lil’ work, and you’ll be right in here with me.”
“We’ll work up to me sliding in.” Cas slipped his finger in and out, causing Dean to shiver and shake. “You want both your Alphas, Omega-Ours? Can you take another of my fingers?”
Dean nodded vigorously.
“He’s loosenin’ up, Cher. Might be able to pop out.”
“Don’t you dare, Benny,” Cas inserted another finger, causing Dean to howl with pleasure. He worked it in, continuing to stretch Dean wider. “You’re doing so well, Dean. Your Alphas are going to take good care of you.”
“Please, Cas. Please, please, please!” Dean’s back arched as Cas slid in a third finger. Benny wrapped his arms around him, keeping him in place. Being pinned by his Alphas turned Dean on even more, and another gush of come and slick pushed out of him.
Cas growled and pulled out his fingers. “I believe you're ready for me, Dean.”
“Yes!” Dean squirmed against Benny, getting another moan from the Alpha, and spread his legs as far as he could. “Fuck me, Alpha!”
“How can I tell you no?” Cas lined his cock up against Benny’s and pressed into Dean.
The stretch was even more than Dean had expected, but he couldn’t find any reason to tell Cas to stop. He needed both of his Alphas. He wanted both of his Alphas to take him, to claim him.
Benny adjusted his grip, lifting Dean’s legs up as Cas continued pressing inside him. “Cher, you’re gonna make me come again, and make my knot swell up more.”
“Come, Benny! Please!” Dean cried out, surprising himself. The image of him being locked in place by two knots was causing him to salivate.
“Such a demanding Omega,” Benny whispered against Dean’s ear. He nibbled on the earlobe before talking to their partner. “Cas, can I mate him?”
“He’s asked for it.” Cas finished sliding in. “Dean, do you still want it?”
Dean nodded. “Want both of you to mate me. Wanna wear your marks.” Benny’s teeth were on his gland within seconds, and Dean’s eyes rolled back. If anyone had asked him if he had pictured himself in this position this morning, he would have laughed. But now? Fuck, he was grateful. “Bite me, Benny. Please!”
“He will, Dean.” Cas slowly pulled out, the friction pulling moans from both Dean and Benny. “I know our Alpha, and I know he’s going to wait to bite until he’s filling you with another load.” Cas pushed back in, faster than before. “Should we make him come again, Omega-Ours?”
“Yes!” Dean ground down against Benny, the stretch and burn pushing him to another level. He had two cocks buried within him, one knotted and one soon to be knotted. The image was one of his wildest fantasies, and he was crying out and thanking any and every deity he could think of.
Looking up at Cas, Dean clenched, squeezing his two Alphas together. The action shoved Benny over the edge again, and Dean was rewarded with the sharp puncture of fangs in his mating gland. He cried out, coming hard as Benny mated him.
“Beautiful.” Cas’ voice dropped even lower as he gripped Dean’s hips tightly. His thrusts sped up, and he angled himself to drive against Dean’s prostate, pulling more and more frantic cries from the Omega. “Can you take two knots, Dean? Do you want them both?”
Dean reached up in response and pulled Cas in close. He tangled his fingers in Cas’ hair and stared into the stormy blue eyes. “Need them. Need to know I took care of my Alphas.” He felt Benny pull back, and he guided Cas towards his gland. “Mate me, Alpha. Knot me and mate me. Please.”
Cas gasped as he nuzzled against Dean’s neck. “You’re ours, Dean. We’ll take care of you just as much as you take care of us.”
“Alphas-Mine.” Dean whimpered in response. He reached behind him with his free hand, grasping for Benny. The other Alpha helped, linking their fingers together as Cas continued fuck deeper into Dean. “Cas, please?”
“I will. I am, Dean.” Cas’ knot started to swell and catch on Dean’s rim. If Dean had thought he was stretched before, the added girth of Cas’ knot was pushing him to his limits. Luckily, these were Dean’s mates. His True Mates. Otherwise, they would have ruined him for anyone and everyone else.
“Cher, come mate our Omega. Fill ‘em up.”
Cas’ movements started to become irregular as he mouthed at Dean’s gland. His fangs grazed the mound, and Dean couldn’t help but moan. The sound must have done something to Cas as he thrust in one last time, and his knot swelled to its full size. He bit down as he filled Dean with his seed, causing Dean to come again, painting Cas with thick white ropes.
The trio laid quietly, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room as they lay locked together. Benny and Cas nuzzled against him, and Dean felt content. And going off the smells rolling off his Alphas? They were feeling the same way. After several moments, Benny was the one to find his words first. “Cas, you said you felt your rut bein’ triggered?”
Cas snuggled closer, burying his face in Dean’s chest. “Mhmm.”
“And I know we can both smell Dean’s heat rollin’ in.”
“Mhmm.”
Dean turned his head as best he could to look back at Benny. He wasn’t expecting his mating gland to be sore after being bit, but he also wasn’t expecting to have two mates claiming him. “What are you thinkin’, Benny?”
“While it’s nice that this cabin is here for these kind of situations, wouldn’t you rather be in a place where you can make a nest? We can go to your place, or you can come to ours…” An unasked question hung from Benny’s tongue, and his scent turned slightly off.
“Don’t scare him, Benny. Just ask.” Cas grumbled, not moving as he lay on top of the pile.
“Make it sound so easy,” Benny grumped. He ran his fingers through Dean’s hair and nuzzled against the mating bites. “Come home with us? You don’ have to move in right away, or we can find another place to go, but come with us. Please? Let us take care of you.”
“You want me to go home with you?”
Cas finally shifted and looked up at Dean. The Alpha red was starting to fade from his eyes, and the deep blue sparkled with mischief. “Apparently, I have to translate more. ”
“Fuck off, Cas. You’re lucky I love you, Cher.” Benny laughed, and the feeling vibrated through Dean. “Omega-Ours, Cas and I told you earlier. We didn’ come here expectin’ to find you. But now that we have you? We ain’t gonna let you go.”
“But we also don’t want to suffocate you,” Cas continued. “We know that you just met us. You’ve already put so much trust in us, and it’s rude to assume that you’re just going to come home with us.”
“Your heat has been triggered,” Benny reminded, “which happens if you meet your true mate.”
Dean chuckled. “Mates, in my case.”
“Yes, we’re a package deal. A package deal who have had their ruts triggered as well.”
“Cas!” Benny admonished.
“Am I wrong?” Cas raised an eyebrow, and damn if that look didn’t do something to Dean. “However. To get to the point. We want to do this right. We want to earn that trust you put into us. We want to show you that we’re more than just knotheads. Our biology sucks at times, but believe me… believe us. We know you’re ours, and we will fight to prove it to you.”
“If I told you I wanted to go home and take care of my heat on my own?” Dean asked, despite already knowing the answer he was going to get.
Cas pouted. “We’d make sure you got home safely and respect your wishes.”
“It would suck,” Benny added. “Being away from your mate during a heat or a rut makes it worse. Me and Cas can take care of each other. We’ve been doin’ it for years. But we’d worry somethin’ fierce ‘bout you.”
Dean swallowed and nodded. He had already known what he was going to say, what his Omega was begging him to say, but the responses from his Alphas made him even more confident. With a content sigh, Dean relaxed in Cas and Benny’s embrace. “I’m looking forward to getting to know my Alphas.” He smiled down at Cas as he squeezed Benny’s hand. “Once we unlock? Take me home.”