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Entry tags:
- attribute: angel!au,
- attribute: angst,
- attribute: au,
- attribute: family,
- attribute: fluff,
- attribute: schmoop,
- character: castiel,
- character: dean winchester,
- character: gabriel,
- character: lucifer,
- character: michael,
- character: sam winchester,
- kink: abo,
- kink: alpha!cas,
- kink: alpha!gabriel,
- kink: alpha!lucifer,
- kink: alpha!michael,
- kink: alpha!sam,
- kink: alpha/alpha,
- kink: angel sex,
- kink: assplay,
- kink: barebacking,
- kink: biting,
- kink: bondage,
- kink: bottom!dean,
- kink: bottom!lucifer,
- kink: claiming,
- kink: comeplay,
- kink: coming untouched,
- kink: cuddling,
- kink: dom!cas,
- kink: dom!sam,
- kink: dubcon,
- kink: felching,
- kink: first time,
- kink: gentle sex,
- kink: grace bondace,
- kink: grace bondage,
- kink: grooming,
- kink: group sex,
- kink: humour,
- kink: hurt/comfort,
- kink: implied bottom!alphas,
- kink: knotting,
- kink: manhandling,
- kink: marking,
- kink: mating rituals,
- kink: mild blood play,
- kink: mild comeplay,
- kink: nervous!dean,
- kink: omega!dean,
- kink: orgy,
- kink: size kink,
- kink: strength kink,
- kink: sub!dean,
- kink: top!castiel,
- kink: top!gabriel,
- kink: top!michael,
- kink: top!sam,
- kink: unexpected sex,
- kink: wing kink,
- kink: wing oil,
- pairing: cas/dean,
- pairing: dean/everyone,
- pairing: everyone/everyone,
- pairing: gabriel/dean,
- pairing: lucifer/dean,
- pairing: michael/dean,
- pairing: sam winchester/dean winchester,
- part 1,
- rating: r,
- status: complete,
- title: to make a nest,
- warning: coersion,
- warning: kidnapping
Fic: To Make a Nest (part 1/7)
Title: To Make a Nest
Pairing: Dean/Everyone, Everyone/Everyone
Characters: Dean, Sam, Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Castiel
Rating: R
Word count approx 8000 (90,000 complete)
Kinks and warnings: Bottom Dean, Top Sam, Top Michael, Top Gabriel, Top Castiel, Top Lucifer, Bottom Lucifer, Wing Kink, Wing oil, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dean, Alpha Sam, Alpha Gabriel, Alpha Michael, Alpha Castiel, Alpha Lucifer, Mating, Mating Rituals, Claiming, non con, dub con, consensual sex, bodice ripper, Biting, Knotting, group sex, Manhandling, Consent Issues, Restraint, biological imperative, Angel Sam, Angel Dean, Coercion, Kidnapping, alpha alpha love, Slow Build, Mild Angst, Happy Ending, mild slut shaming, Nervous Dean, mild blood play, Comeplay, Barebacking, Orgasm Denial, Bondage, Strength Kink, Grace Bondage, wink grooming, physical bondage, Felching, come dripping, Angel!Au
Summary: For a kinkmeme prompt: Angels mate for life. But angel mates are not necessarily a single pair. Alphas bond with each other, but they don't become a family unit until an omega is part of the nest. Once that happens, the family unit is locked in for eternity.
Sam has met the alphas he wants to spend eternity with. Michael, Lucifer, Castiel and Gabriel are already pretty set, but they always knew they were missing someone, as well as the special omega to make them all a nest. They have been wooing Sam, but he doesn't want to leave his beta brother. Alpha nests can't support beta's. This has been distressing for all the alphas. They take Sam at his word, that his brother is a beta, and while they continue upon their courtship, they all know it will end in pain: Sam won't leave Dean.
Then they discovers the beautiful green eyed omega...
a/n In the beginning, this work is uncomfortably non consensual. However, this is not a rape fic. When there is sex, Dean consents to everything that happens. I would label this as dub con becoming con.
a/n2: wow! I have been writing this since March. It's been a huge undertaking, as I re-read it I see things I want to change. And maybe I will go back and fix them up. One day. For now though, just enjoy the joy that is To Make a Nest.
Go forward to part 2
--oo--
Sam woke with a start. He was comfortable, something feather-soft covering him, and for him to be this comfortable? Something had to be wrong. Muscles tensed, ready to launch at something, anything, when a pair of strong arms pulled him in close, a nose nuzzling behind his ear.
“S’not time to wake up. G’bk’t’sleee.” Gabriel’s warm voice faded to nothing as he lost the battle to talk.
A second body pressed in on his front, soft kisses peppering his chest, before sharp teeth closed around his nipple. He looked down, and blue eyes looked up balefully. A rough voice pronounced, “Sleep, Sam,” before Castiel snuggled in closer.
Sam blinked, the adrenaline not yet clear. Lucifer, who was cuddled up behind Castiel, smiled. “Sleep, little alpha. You are safe.”
From behind Gabriel, Michael chuckled. He flexed his massive golden wings, before covering them all, bringing them all in closer. “All of you sleep!”
With a smile on his face, his brothers surrounding him, Sam drifted off to sleep.
--
Sam was lonely.
The sad thing was, he had the most amazing people in his life. All of them angels he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Alphas he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
A laugh came from the living room.
And there was the problem.
Dean.
His brother.
About the only person who could be more important than a potential nest of alpha mates.
He hadn’t told Dean, of course. Dean would tell him to go, to make himself happy. That he was fine by himself. That was Dean. His self-sacrificing older brother. Dean who would put Sam before himself each and every time.
“Oof!”
Finding himself with a lapful of Dean, Sam's sad train of thought was broken.
“What’s up, Sammy? You seem kinda down? That time of the month?” Behind the joking words was real concern.
Suddenly, Sam wanted to tell him. Wanted to share the joy and excitement and terror that came with finding his alpha mates. But looking into Dean’s eyes, Sam couldn’t. Father forgive him, he couldn’t give up his brother.
Instead he pulled him in for a hug, ignoring Dean’s undignified squawks about chick moments.
“Nothing’s wrong, Dean. Nothing at all.”
--
Michael surveyed his little flock. They weren’t a nest yet, they hadn’t bound with an omega. But they were a tight-knit family group who hardly ever fought. Right now though, voices were raised. Well, one voice.
“But he loves us, and we love him!” That was Gabriel. Always a little more in touch with his emotions than the rest of the brothers, he could say the word - love - without blushing. Michael bit his lip as he glanced at Castiel, the youngest of the group, whose cheeks were tinged red even at this display. Given his natural reticence, it was amazing they had even got him into the flock. Not that anyone doubted the depth of his feelings.
Gabriel was still pacing and yelling. Lucifer was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Although his body language was relaxed, his wings were flared in an aggressive display. Michael sighed, then gestured to Lucifer. He watched as his back stiffened, before he came forward. Lucifer still had a few issues with not being flock Alpha. But Michael loved his little brothers, something Lucifer must have felt as Michael pulled him into his arms.
“It will be ok, little Brother. Father moves in mysterious ways, but it will all work out.”
Lucifer snorted. “How can it Mikey? Sam has a beta for a brother! A beta can’t join the nest! Sam won’t leave his brother! Nothing can make this right.”
Michael felt the sadness that pervaded the room. Stretching out his wings, he swept his three brothers towards him.
“I don’t know how it will work out, but it will. I’m not ready to give up on him yet.”
There was no disagreement. None of them were ready to give up a love of their life.
--
Dean made sure he showered well. Very well. He had his ‘pickup chicks’ kit on him: wing colour, scent suppressors, and beta scent. He thanked Father than beta angels had no sense of smell. And luckily he was super endowed for an omega – it put him at the small size of normal for a beta. Not enough for the betas he fucked to ask questions, but enough to get a few giggles. Luckily he knew how to use it. He pretended he kept himself hair free for kinky reasons, and since none of the beta girls ever complained… well, it was working.
Dusting down the coloured tips that marked him as an omega, Dean was ready to face the world again. He’d timed it perfectly. A kiss on the way out, he’d take the long way home, he’d walk so there were more scents to mix with while his pheromones were still strong. Then, by the time he got back to the room he shared with his brother, it would be weak enough to pass off as very close proximity to a horny omega. Dean had been hiding his orientation since he presented. He was good at this.
The walk home gave him plenty of time to think. And although it wasn’t quite a walk of shame, he couldn’t help but pout at unfairness of things. The only nice thing about presenting was it was never a surprise. Dean had known he would be an omega, that he would be “blessed” with slick instead of a knot.
And Dean was no fool. He and Sam had been raised by a rogue angel, who took his sons hunting before they even had a designation. The only reason this shocked anyone was because omegas did not hunt. In a society where a nest couldn’t form, and the mating bonds couldn’t be formed without an omega, they were loved, and cherished, and coddled. And since Omegas only made up about 1% of the population, they were pretty much kept on a short leash.
Sometimes literally.
Aside from himself, Dean didn’t think he had ever seen a free omega. Not that hiding yourself was the same thing as being free… although now that he thought about it, there must be others, since the omega hiding gear was readily available. It heartened him a little, to think there might be other omega’s walking around out there, others that he talked to.
The free omegas. As opposed to the pretty little pampered omegas. Dean heaved a sigh. It wasn’t like he was actually free, having to hide his real self all the time. But the alternative came with a pretty little collar, and Dean didn’t want that life. He had been raised as a warrior. Not as a pet. And even if sometimes he wondered what it would be like to have a nest, what it would be to have a family, to have a heat and be knotted and fucked into oblivion… he quickly squashed those thought down. He had a family. He had Sam.
Sam… He sometimes wondered if he should tell him. But he couldn’t bear the thought of disappointment in Sam’s eyes. Or the way he would have to say goodbye to his brother. If Sam found a flock, or a nest, then of course he would let Sam go. Nesting was forever, and he wanted Sam to be happy. But he wasn’t going to reveal himself to hasten Sam's exit. Sam would have to choose to walk away with no extra prompting.
Dean paid more attention to the melancholy thoughts than to his surroundings.
A bad idea for an unmated omega.
Dean didn’t see two sets of eyes tracking his moves, didn’t hear the rush of feathers as two excited alphas tore back to their flock.
--
Castiel and Gabriel flew home as fast as they could, their wings buffeting each other as they tried to get in first.
“Found him…” “… beautiful…” “Eyes!”
The words tumbled over each other. Michael, Lucifer and Sam looked up, soft smiles on their faces. Seeing their potential mate… the mate who would never be their mate, Castiel and Gabriel stopped. Wings which had been raised high, quivering with excitement, dropped.
The two angels looked at each other, anguished. This spelt the end of their courtship. When they brought in the omega, Sam would have to choose: Them, or his brother. And they knew they were loved (Castiel’s hand drifted to the bite mark on his shoulder, while Gabriel watched Lucifer wriggle, knowing his was plugged with Sam’s come inside him). They had been courting. But they couldn’t play at courting when they had an omega.
“Sam…”
Sam shifted beneath Michael and Lucifer's wings. He had been enjoyed the play of black on gold, the feel of them brushing against his own blue-grey wings. He knew what was coming, and he attempted to shrug the others’ wings off. Neither angel would allow it, so with an unhappy smile he snuggled back, taking what comfort he could.
“You found an omega?”
If it hadn’t been so heartbreaking, watching the flurry of emotions in Gabriel and Castiel’s wings (Dominant! Excited! Sad! Scared! Horny!) would have brought a smile to Sam’s face.
Castiel looked to his older brother. Gabriel took a deep breath. “We were out flying the perimeter when we smelt something… the most divine scent!”
“Apple pie! Vanilla! Home!” Castiel burst in, unable to contain himself.
Sam couldn’t help his smile this time. For some reason, this was the scent he always imagined his omega having. If nothing else it proved that these alphas were meant to be his, that this was his flock.
Lucifer saw the smile, and lent down to kiss him. “I wish we could convince you.”
Sam’s heart clenched. He appreciated the way his alphas didn’t try to convince him to leave Dean. Moved, he tugged on Lucifer’s black feathers, smiling as he preened and his wings puffed. “Thank you for not asking,” Sam said quietly. “I love you. All of you!” He added fiercely, making eye contact with each of them. “I want you. I love you. But how can I…”
Michael’s hand cupped his cheek, turning Sam to face him. “We would never ask you to choose, Sam. We know how much you love your brother. It’s one of the many reasons we love you.”
Sam felt his heart attempt to swell and break at the same time. Beta’s were not… admired or respected by alphas. Omega’s were coddled and loved, and at the best beta’s ignored. But not a single alpha in the flock has ever said a word against Dean. One of the reasons he loved them.
Sam took a deep breath. He wanted them to be happy, even if happy was without him.
“Tell me more about this omega.”
--
Alphas got a bed reputation. Sure they swooped in and just took the chosen omega. But not just any omega. The omega who was destined to make their flock a nest. All omega’s smelt good, but the right omega? The right omega smelt like home and safety and love. For the right omega, a flock would move heaven and earth to get them, and then to keep them safe.
--
Sam made encouraging noises as Castiel and Gabriel’s wings continued to droop. Castiel, after a glance at his brother, stiltedly started talking.
“He looks like a beta.”
“What?” Sam couldn’t help the sharpness in his voice. He didn’t even know where it came from. But it seemed to urge the two angels on with their story.
“Like I said, we were flying the perimeter, then the most heavenly scent came our way.” Gabriel’s voice was rapturous. Although Castiel was more prosaic.
“Luck. The wind changed.”
Michael looked confused. “He looks like a beta?”
The confusion was understandable. Most omegas were meek and pretty. Betas had a much more solid feel about them. For his brothers to find a beta... a beta looking omega attractive? It was unthinkable.
“Tawny wings, dark wing tips. Never seen an omega with dark tips!”
“And he’s built!” interrupted Gabriel.
“We think,” Cas said, shooting a stern look at his brother. Gabriel just flipped a wing at him. “He’s certainly tall, and he looks strong. But he wears lots of clothes. Layers,” he clarified.
“Hips you can grab on to. An ass to die for. I'm sure of it!” Gabriel seemed to be on a roll, although it didn’t stop Castiel adding, “Freckles!”
“And delightfully bowed legs.” Gabriel, who had been bouncing around like a kid on a sugar high paused. His eyes turned alpha red and he growled. “Can’t wait to have them wrapped around me, my knot in his ass.”
While discussion broke out around him, Sam felt his head spin. As firmly as he could, he interrupted the angels. “You must be mistaken. You... You've got to be wrong.”
He looked down immediately feeling, rather seeing the wings flare with hurt. He could just imagine the confused and heartbroken faces around him…
“Sam? Why do you seek to cause your brothers distress?”
Michael’s brow was dark, and the golden wing which had been caressing him now felt like a vice. Sam opened his mouth, but no words came out. Gabriel and Castiel looked at each other, while Lucifer fell to his knees in front of Sam, taking his hands in his. Sam looked down at his earnest face, watching the black wings drop in supplication.
“Sam?”
Sam cleared his throat. “You… you must be wrong. That… that sounds like Dean.”
--
Sam stared as Castiel and Gabriel traced the scent. It was… delicious. And it grew fainter and fainter. If they not both seen him, they would have doubted themselves. Lucifer, who was the best tracker, finally stirred himself. He enjoyed watching his brothers get more and more flustered and uncertain, but he too wanted to find the source of the intoxicating scent.
Sam followed behind, still somewhat stunned at the turn events. He paid no attention to his surroundings, just allowed himself to be pulled along by Michael, until he ran into his back when the flock stopped short. Lucifer was growling, wings spread wide and arched high with agitation.
“I can’t smell him. I’ve lost the scent.”
The distress reached through Sam’s haze. He reached for Lucifer, then stopped and looked around. Despite the distress rolling off his mates (his mates! Would he be able to call them that?), he had to laugh.
All four turned on him, wings aggressively spread, seeking to dominate him. As he looked at the beautiful display of alpha masculinity, he allowed his own to drop, although he couldn’t help teasing the tips of Gabriel’s and Michael’s wings, with his own.
“I think I can lead us from here.”
--
Dean was feeling good. He’d managed to shake of his melancholic mood during his walk. Sam wasn’t home, so he had no explaining to do (although he had his suspicions about where his brother was, but if he was off courting, that was private until he chose to share that).
He’d barely stepped in the door when the doorbell rang. This was followed by pounding on the door. Dean really just wanted to change his clothes then go for a burger. So he ignored it. Hopefully they would go away soon.
He walked to the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went. Once in there, he stopped to look at himself.
The best thing about modern omega products, Dean thought as he spread his wings, was how long everything lasted. He stared at his reflection, allowing his hand to drop to his curved hip and soft stomach, before he tugged on the dark wing tips. The body was all omega, but the wings? They were all beta. He grinned at himself. The feather powder lasted a month, as long as he didn’t get too horny. If only they could invent a powder impervious to wing oil… Of course Dean’s wings needed re-powdering quite frequently, but knowing it could last a month? That was great.
Dressing in all his layered finery, Dean grabbed his wallet from the dresser. His mind was already on food… he could kill for a burger, and no Sammy meant no silent (or not so silent) judgment on his eating habits. He might even have a milkshake…
Flinging the door open, he couldn’t step though due a whole lot of alpha. His automatic step back seemed to act as an invitation to enter.
Dean soon got a hold of himself. He drew himself up, and looking down on most of the alphas, raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? I’m not sure who you are, but I sure as hell didn’t invite you…”
“I did.”
Sam’s voice cut across him. Dean frowned as Sam stepped through the wings that had hidden him. But now, here he was, wings flared, arms crossed, and bitch face well and truly set in.
Dean couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped. “My milkshake…”
By the looks thrown in his direction he must have said it out loud. Mentally shaking himself off, he looked at his brother again.
“Sammy?”
Sam just stared.
“What’s the big idea? I don’t mind if you invite your friends round. You could have let them in. And a bit of warning before the orgy would be nice.”
“Not here.”
The sternest looking alpha Dean had seen said that. He didn’t even look at Dean.
“…okay…?”
Despite how he projected himself, Dean wasn’t stupid. And a look at the dominance displays in the room was quite a hint. “They’re your mates, Sammy?” He couldn’t help the hurt expression that crossed his face. He was so focused on Sam, he didn’t notice the other four angels now greedily staring at his face, avidly absorbing his every expression. “I’m happy for you Sammy. But you didn’t want to tell me before I met them?”
Before Sam could respond, the angel with dark speckled wings turned to the shortest one, with the bronze wings. “Are we sure, Gabriel, he doesn’t smell right?”
Only his training as a hunter allowed him to not react. He kept his eyes on Sam, ignoring the exchange, until the alpha with the pitch black wings stepped behind him, scenting his neck. Dean jumped, elbow pushing back to hit the other in the stomach. He spun around, for the first time feeling scared, as he was now stuck in a room with accessible escape. Idiot! He berated himself. First rule of survival: secure an exit.
All the angels looked at the dark winged one. Who sent Dean a smile. “I’m Lucifer. And you’re our omega.”
--
One of the first rules of hunting was to know how to win the war. Fighting the alphas at this point wasn’t going to get him anywhere. It was four against two. He eyed Sam. Make that four against one, possibly five against one. Still, he may as well figure out what Sam was doing.
“Gonna help me out here, Sam?”
Sam looked at him, eyes fucking heartbroken. “I can’t believe you lied to me.”
Dean looked at him. “Lied about what?”
“You’re an omega, Dean.”
Oh. That. “What makes you think that?”
“You smell like omega.” That was black wings – Lucifer – behind him.
Dean made a big production of smelling himself. “Nope. Pretty sure I don’t.” He made pretty fucking sure of it on a daily basis. He looked thoughtful. “Might have been an omega in heat last night, at the bar.” He looked around apologetically. “You know how it is.”
Bronze wings must have slipped out, because now he was back with Dean’s ‘pick up chicks’ bag in his hand. He took each item out, placing it on the table. “And a beta requires dark brown feather dust?” with a pointed look at Dean’s wings. “Beta scent? Heat suppressors? Scent suppressors? Birth control?”
Dean spread his hands wide, innocent expression on his face. “You’ve never played dress up? Man, must suck being an alpha.”
Well, that got a growl. He’d forgotten how testy alphas were. Well that was too bad, because Dean was out of patience. He shook black wings hand off his shoulder. “Look, I’m sorry you came out here on a wild good chase. But I’m not sorry to meet Sammy’s potential mates.” He stepped towards his brother, clapping him on the back. “Congrats, Sammy! Guess this means you’re all grown up.”
He didn’t know what he was going to say next, so it was probably lucky that golden wings interrupted them all.
“Enough!”
Ah. That was aimed at Dean. Dean shuffled closer to his brother. “You say you are a beta? Fine. You won’t mind coming with us, to answer a few questions.”
Dean got a really pissed off expression on his face. “Actually, yes. I would mind. Now if you don’t mind…”
Golden wings stalked towards him, before grabbing him, and sweeping him into his arms, princess style. Dean yelped, and struggled to be put done, but son of a bitch! His strength was nothing compared to an intent alpha. “Such a shame,” golden wings smiled down at him. “For you.”
--
Sam’s friends (Dean refused to think of them as anything else. They had nothing to do with him. Nothing at all.) didn’t live far. But any distance was too far to be carried like this in someone’s arms. He wriggled about until golden wings (who introduced himself as Michael) informed him that all wriggling would earn him was a sore bottom, as soon as he was claimed. Although he strenuously informed Michael they had no relationship as mates, and that claiming was not in their future, Dean stopped wriggling.
Michael seemed like the type of alpha that remembered things.
And followed through.
--
Too soon, they arrived at the alpha nest. Dean was gently placed in a seat, with an alpha at his back, and one at all exits. Sam was sitting opposite him, looking all kicked puppy. Dean couldn’t help roll his eyes. “What is your problem Sam? You must’ve known I wouldn’t kick up a fuss at you getting mated.”
“You lied to me, Dean.”
Ah. Tricky. In actual fact he hadn’t. Mislead and misdirected? Absolutely. But lied… Dean had been careful to never out rightly claim he was a beta, just as he never denied he was an omega. He just… played up certain characteristics. Like skirt chasing. And down played other characteristics. Like child-bearing hips. But none of these alphas looked like they were willing to play semantics.
“I would really like go. I just want to get a burger, and then go home. I was out late last night.”
“Doing what?” That was Gabriel. Bronze wings and short.
Biting his lip, Dean looked around, stalling. Alphas – even alphas who didn’t feel like they owned you – were weird about omegas having sex.
“He would have been out fucking a beta.” Sam’s voice was toneless.
Black speckled wings behind him tightened a hand on his shoulder. A surprisingly deep voice came from behind him. “You won’t do that anymore.”
He couldn’t help fuming. He tried taking calm breaths, since Dean knew he ran off at the mouth when he was angry, and getting into an argument in a room full of alphas who were all pretty close to alpha-ing out. Yeah, bad idea.
So he tried. “Look, there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not your mate. Maybe it was something…”
Lucifer cut right across him. Fuck these alphas were rude. “You’re right. You’re not our mate. You’re our omega.”
Dean glanced round the room. All he saw were wings arched high in mating displays. Big wings. Alpha wings… Fuck. This was not good.
He quickly stood, but black speckled was on him in an instant, one arm firmly around his waist.
Dean shifted, drew himself up and looked down on him. The alpha was shorter than him. Surely that had to give him beta points?
“Look speckles…”
“Castiel.”
“What?”
“Castiel. My name.”
Honestly, Dean didn’t care. He was sick of all these angels interrupting him every time he spoke.
“Right. Castiel. Mind letting me go?”
“Yes.”
Dean waited. And waited a bit more. “Come on, man! I can’t freaking go anywhere! You lot are guarding the fucking exits!”
“Does he always speak like that?” That was Michael. Talking over his head. At Sam.
“He has fully functioning ears. He is totally capable of answering questions. And he would really like to fucking leave.”
He wasn’t expecting a positive response, but the five alphas shaking their head at him was a little too much.
“Son of a fucking bitch!” Dean definitely didn’t stamp his foot.
Michael winced. Hah. Pussy. So he couldn't bear to hear the delicate omega swear? Well, if Dean stayed around (not that he was going to) Michael was going to have to get used to that.
Some of his thoughts must have shown on his face, because Michael turned a wolfish grin on him. “Dean, I think you should get to know your future alphas.” He strode over and gently removed him from Castiel’s grip, before ushering him over to the couch. Michael sat down, pulling Dean onto his lap. “Each of us is going to spend a bit of time with you now. Sound good?”
It sounded bad. Very bad. Although he had no purchase, Dean struggled to get up. Michael fucking tutted at him. “No, no, no, Dean. This isn’t how it works. This is going to work with us all bonding in here.”
Also bad. Dean had no hope of escaping if they were all in here.
“No bonding.” Dean needed to be very clear on that.
“Ah. While that isn’t what I meant…” Michael seemed to come to a decision. “You really didn’t think we would let you go once you were in here?”
He spoke gently and that just made it worse. “I really don’t think…”
Michael spoke over him. Again. “But that wasn’t what I meant. You need to get to know us. After all,” and he ran a gentle hand down Dean’s cheek. “You’re going to be spending a lot of time with us.” He looked into Dean’s eyes, and he could feel the way the omega was trying to hold all his fear back. Rather than feeling sorry for Dean, Michael felt exultant. Here was strong omega, worthy of their nest.
“How is that one on one time if everyone is here?”
Michael ignored him. “You’re wearing too many clothes for this.”
Dean’s top shirt was gone before he realized, and then Michael’s hands were on his next layer. He sounded peevish when he asked Dean how many layers he was actually wearing. Dean was quite happy to tell him to go fuck himself.
Michael was like an octopus. His arms seemed to be everywhere, as Dean fought to keep his clothes on. It was actually clever. Much more clever than he gave the alpha credit for, because when Dean was down to one shirt and boxers, he managed to look around.
The room had been transformed.
“Fuck.”
Michael bared his teeth at Dean, taking the chance to remove the last of his clothes.
“That’s the plan, my pretty one.”
--
Sam was still in shock over Dean. Dean. His Dean was an omega. On the one hand he was so angry and hurt – why hadn’t Dean trusted him? On the other hand… Dean was the omega for his flock. Thinking of his flock, he looked around. Dean and Michael were sitting on the couch. Well, Michael was restraining a semi naked Dean on his lap. Sam felt his wings start to flare with desire, but Lucifer and Gabriel were there, a firm hand on each shoulder.
“Not yet, little brother.” That was Gabriel.
“Soon, Sam. Soon. We’re just preparing the room.”
For the first time Sam looked around. While he had been unable to take his eyes off his brother, Castiel, Gabriel and Lucifer had quickly moved all the furniture out. There was now a mattress made of their woven feathers in the centre of the floor.
Sam couldn’t help but gasp. It was beautiful. The combination of their feathers was beautiful. The gold and bronze of Michael and Gabriel’s feathers seemed to add a metallic glow to Lucifers black and Castiel’s black and white feathers. His own blue-grey feathers seemed luminescent in the mix.
Sam was speechless. This was a mating bed. A mating bed. With his feathers. They had included his feathers.
He looked from Lucifer to Gabriel. Gabriel gave him a broad grin, while Lucifer leant in kissed him, tongue probing his mouth as Sam offered no resistance. By the time Lucifer pulls back, Sam is able to speak.
“My feathers?”
Castiel having laid out the last of the candles joined them. “We always wanted you Sam as part of our life. Forever.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Sam can feel his eyes leaking. He glances back at Dean and Michael. Dean still hasn’t stopped arguing. Sam shakes his head, bringing a grin. “Are you sure you want Dean? As you can see, he isn’t the most amenable omega you’ll meet.”
Sam’s words send his three alpha’s gaze straight to Dean. Sam could barely breathe from the pheromones filling the air.
Lucifer sends a dark look at Sam. “We’re sure.”
Dean seems to have noticed all the pheromones, as he stops grappling with Michael, and looks around the room. He sees the candles. He sees the mating bed. He sees the alphas.
He says, “Fuck.”
Sam can’t help the predatory smile that crosses his face. He knows if he looked at his mates, they would be sporting the same look.
--
It would be lie to say Dean didn’t feel a bit nervous. There were four predatory alphas in the room. Alphas who held their wings high in dominance. Make that five alphas, he corrected himself, as Michael managed to remove his boxers.
Michael looked up and saw the display of his alpha mates’ wings. While he could (and did) appreciate the view, it wasn’t the time. Dean’s wings were still covered and held close. He cleared his throat loudly and the four immediately dropped their wings. It didn’t make Dean feel much better.
“You’re all going to fuck me anyway. Why not just get it over and done with?”
Michael looked at Dean sadly before kissing his forehead. Dean rubbed it, glaring at him. “Just wait Dean. You’ll see. We’re family - we smell like family and home and nest. We’re meant to be together. We want it – want you - and we’ll wait til you’re ready.” Michael sniffed the air. “I think that will be soon.”
Cocky bastard, thought Dean, watching as Michael’s expression tightened. “You would know already, except your scent cover affects your chemistry. Wearing that stuff you can't scent us. When it wears off, you’ll know what I mean.”
Michael sniffed deeply, growling when he could catch only a faint scent of omega. Dean overwhelming smelt of whatever blockers he had chosen to use. “You will never use scent suppressors again.”
Dean ignored him. If he was going to get out of this, he needed to pay attention only to the important stuff.
“I’d really like to keep my clothes on.”
“That’s nice. But it’s good for you to be like this.” Michael nuzzled his throat, and if Dean hadn’t been held very firmly, he would have been out that door. Unfortunately, he couldn’t break Michaels hold. Gripping Dean’s arms, Michael urged him to his feet, running a remarkably lust free eye over his body.
“So ‘not an omega’, huh?”
Dean rolled his eyes at the conversational tone. Michael was currently staring at his hairless cock and he could feel laser eyes behind him boring into his ass. Michael’s hands drifted down to Dean’s curved hips.
“What? I can’t be kinky?”
Michael merely raised an eyebrow. Dean sighed. He’d given himself away when he’d reacted to the alpha pheromones. Betas couldn’t smell that shit.
So Dean shrugged. “Fine, so I’m an omega.”
From behind him Sam growled. Dean twisted. “Shut it, Sammy. Me being an omega doesn’t change a single fucking thing.”
Sam opened his mouth, ready to argue, but Michael hushed him. “You’ll have your time with Dean soon, Sam. Now, alphas, please keep making this space a nest for our beloved one.”
No. No. That was too early. That was too formal. That was starting the claiming ritual. Shit. Dean’s eyes fell on the bed in the middle of the floor.
“No! Michael!”
Michael looked pleased that Dean had said his name. “Hush, little one. You know how it goes.” He put his nose to Dean’s throat again. Breathing him in. Trying to breathe him in. He growled. “You are still coated with that foul beta stench.”
Dean rolled his eyes. Michael had a one track mind.
Michael itched to make Dean smell like nest. He knew once he got his hands on his oil glands, he could tease his little one, make him moan with pleasure until his oil started leaking. Then he would smell right. And release his wings. He could push it… force them out. But that wasn’t the way to woo a mate. Still, Michael couldn’t control the way his wings lifted at the thought of Dean’s, bright and beautiful and glistening with oil, spread out underneath him. Michael’s wings rose higher and higher, until they filled the room. He could tell Dean wanted to take a step back, but, brave omega that he was, he didn’t shift his feet.
“I’m not going to hurt you Dean. I just want to love you. We all want to love you.” Michael went back to running his hands down Dean’s arms. Touch. Touch was important. For both of them. “It’s ok, Dean. It’s all going to be ok. My wings are big – big enough to protect everyone in our nest.”
Michael shook his feathers out, flustered. He was doing this all out of order! He should be calming his little mate, letting him get to know him. Not flashing his wings in an attempt to seduce and impress. He ran his nose down Dean’s arm, breathing deeply. It was calming, even if he couldn’t yet smell Dean. Scenting helped to imprint the omega on the alpha, while the alpha pheromones would work on the omega. His pheromones would relax Dean until he was ready.
Michael had told the truth. Not a single alpha in his flock would touch Dean until he invited it. Only when an omega showed their wings could they be touched. It was the lore when it came to claiming, and not until Dean was laid on the mating bed could Michael run his hands through Dean’s wings coating them with his oil.
--
“I’m the flock alpha.”
Dean’s breath caught. Sure, it seemed like a getting-to-know-you opening gambit, but in reality? Michael just told Dean that when they got down to it, he’d be fucking him first. He glanced at the bed again. Michael grinned.
“I can’t wait either, but right now we are supposed to be getting to know each other.” Michael looked at him quite seriously. “I’m really glad you’re here Dean, that Gabriel and Castiel found you. I know that you are…” Michael paused delicately. “Currently unhappy about this, but I think you’ll find that you are meant to be here.”
Dean hissed, “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”
Michael smiled at him. “You hear horror stories of omegas taken by alphas who are not their true mates. I know you and Sam have rescued some from terrible places. And I know you must be feeling nervous and unsure. But, Dean? This is different. We are all true mates. You may be hissing at us like a wet kitten,” Dean felt slightly offended by the comparison, “But you’re not scared.”
Michael gave let that thought sink in. “Can you think of any reason why that might be?”
Dean snorted. He wasn’t interested in Michael’s psycho-babble. Michael smiled and continued. “I know, I know. You’re tough. You’ve been living as a beta. You don’t need an alpha, and nothing scares you. Right now you’re probably thinking we tracked you because we wanted an omega.”
Dean considered that. Earlier, he’d been thinking about eating, and then he was all ‘fuck off alphas’. Their thoughts were not on his list of priorities. “Nope. Right now I’m thinking you’re all a bag of dicks, and I wish Sammy had just joined your flock and you could have all been happy.”
Michael just pulled him in for a cuddle, scenting along his jaw. “But this is better. This way we can all be happy. We need you to be happy.”
--
Dean still wasn’t convinced. It was obvious from the stubborn expression on his face and the tight line of his body. But Michael kept his steady voice, and eventually with lots of soft petting, Michael’s touch – aided with the alpha pheromones filling the air had done a great deal towards relaxing Dean. Now he wasn’t poised, ready to leave the moment Michael’s hand slipped.
Gabriel sidled up to Sam. “He’s feistier than I thought he would be.”
Dean hadn’t come up in conversation much. Dean had been the elephant in the room, the one thing keeping the alphas from becoming a family. But being such a big part of Sam’s life, he had mentioned him occasionally. Generally after a catastrophic hunt. Sam laughed. “Dean absolutely hates being surprised. It makes a lot more sense now, but growing up, if I invited anyone round and he didn’t know? He would absolutely freak. And today? Home ground invaded, followed by a successful kidnapping. I’m not surprised he’s pissed.”
Sam was sounding a little bitter as he finished talking, and Gabriel hummed. “Do you wish he wasn’t our omega?”
“No!” Sam’s response was automatic. “I love all of you. My alphas, and my Dean. Our omega. That’s still going to take some getting used to. Fuck. I’m happy – grateful!” Sam shook his head. “I hated that I had to give one of you up. And now? Now it’s just overwhelming! And if it’s this hard for me, who wanted this, who imagined... Well, I can’t imagine what it’s like for Dean!”
--
Michael was finally willing to cede his place with Dean. Of course he wanted more time. The little one was still nervous of him, still tense. Better. More relaxed than when they first sat down, but not happy yet. Michael knew with a bit more time he could coax a smile out of Dean, but they all needed to spend time with him. Dean belonged to all of them, and they all needed to imprint on him. Their omega was starting to look a little glassy eyed as Michael’s scent worked its magic. Sam could feel the way the room seemed to pick up – Dean wasn't radiating furious anger, and just maybe there was sweet omega scent in the air. Even Dean had to know that presence of his true alphas could eventually override any chemical crap he put in his system.
Michael jerked his chin at Lucifer, who quickly made his way over. The two of them petted Dean, making sure they always had contact with him as he was transferred from one alpha to the other. As with Michael, Lucifer sat down, pulling Dean onto his lap.
It should have been funny. Looking around, Sam thought that Dean was bigger than everyone except himself. Not that size indicated strength at all – even the weakest alpha would be stronger than the strongest omega. It should have been funny, seeing his big, tough brother petted and pampered and cuddled on the smaller man’s lap. But it wasn’t. It made Sam’s heart sing.
--
Dean was annoyed at himself. No time at all in the company of a few alphas and he can feel his heart start to beat faster, and wings wanting to drop. He feels softer, more relaxed than he can ever remember being. And he feels the warm tingle of desire deep in his belly. That’s not an appropriate reaction, he sternly tells himself.
Lucifer interrupts his internal conversation.
“Why don’t you want to bond?” The ‘with us’ was unspoken, but so fucking clear it should have shone in bright neon lights behind them.
Oh the things Dean could say! Because he doesn't want to bond with kidnapping barbarian alphas? Because they’re all a giant back of dicks, and he doesn’t want a bar of them? Instead he goes with what he hopes will be a sticking point.
“I don’t want to give up hunting.”
Lucifer looked confused. “Why would you have to give up hunting? I mean, your life style would change a bit, because we would have a permanent nest. So less travel, but,” and here Lucifer shrugged. “I don’t see any reason you can’t hunt.”
Suspicion was writ clear on Dean’s face. “Riiiiiiiight. Ever met any omega’s who hunt?”
Lucifer was forced to admit that no, he hadn’t, but that didn’t mean that they didn't exist.
Dean sat himself up, ready to do verbal battle. “I haven’t met any either. At least... I suspect I have, but they're probably all hiding as betas as well. No alpha I’ve ever met would be happy letting their omega hunt. Are you saying you're somehow different?”
Lucifer felt a slight tingle. This omega - their omega - was passionate and fiery. He would question and push and surely that fiery spirit would translate to more than just talking… Lucifer cleared his head. Not yet. It wasn’t the time. The time would be when Dean was laid out begging for his knot.
Lucifer took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to lie to Dean about anything. Their relationship had already started off on the wrong foot.
“I don’t think anyone here would stop you from doing anything you want.” Dean opened his mouth, and Lucifer kissed him. Dean in turn looked betrayed. “Except for not bonding. We’re going to push for that. You’re our home Dean. Now we’ve found you, letting you go would be like ripping a wing off. Or ripping my heart out.” Now Lucifer ran his nose down Dean’s neck, then along his shoulder, where he breathed deeply “And I think once your suppressors wear off,” and had to hand it to the alpha, he managed to keep the anger out of his voice, “you might just find you think we’re your mates too.”
Dean shook his head defiantly, but he wasn’t as sure as he had been. He'd always wanted a nest. Stupid biology being what it was. But he also didn't want to stop being himself. These alphas seemed to be offering that. However:
“I don’t even know you!”
Lucifer looked at Dean. “Father created us for each other. Our flock… our flock needs you to become a nest. Our nest is your home. When Gabriel and Castiel came flying back earlier, saying they had scented you? I didn’t believe them. I have never believed in true mates. With alphas it is different. You don’t smell them, but you know as soon as they see them, that they are meant to be in your life, that you don’t want to let them go. But you! Dean, I didn’t even need to see you before I knew that you were meant to be in our life.”
Lucifer looked reverent, but Dean looked pissed.
“So I have to stay, and Sammy gets to walk if he wants? How fair is that?”
--
“Why do I have to ‘get to know’ everyone?” Dean was now on Gabriel’s lab. The transfer had gone smoothly, with lots of praise and soft touches and scenting. Dean felt boneless. Which pissed him off. “Why am I the only one naked?” And why can’t I sit on a seat by myself. He groaned, leaning back against Gabriel’s arms. “Fuck! I sound three! m’big enough to sit in a grown up chair.” Then he sat up. “And you’re freaking tiny man! Really, if I saw you out there,” and Dean gesticulated wildly at the ‘real world’, “I’d be the one looking after you!”
Gabriel allowed Dean his monologue without interrupting. He ranted on a little more, but he’d obviously lost steam. “Do you want me to actually answer the questions?”
Dean pouted a bit and nodded. Gabriel hid a smile in Dean’s shoulder. His scent was stronger now. The close contact with his alphas was pulling his natural self to the front. His natural self, Gabriel was delighted to note, was sassy and cute. Of course he was going to be. He needed some help in balancing the extremely serious alphas in his flock. It would be nice to have someone on his side. Dean looked like he could be a lot of fun… Gabriel sternly told his wings to back down. Dean still wasn’t ready for any of that. Although he had been hopefully looking at Deans’ wings, they stayed resolutely dark and flat. An irritated cough from Dean brought Gabriel back to the present, and the delightfully squirmy omega on his lap.
“Right! First question: why do you have to get to know everyone” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Hellooooo! Mates! We want to be a nest Dean! We want you to want to be here!” Dean went to interrupt, but Gabriel shushed him. “My turn, right? Cas and I were out checking the perimeters when we smelt the most wonderful scent. It was… like apple pie with cinnamon! It smelt so fresh and welcoming and…” Gabriel couldn’t stop himself from hugging Dean tight and taking a deep sniff. Hmmm… maybe a little bit of cinnamon? “And you smelt like home. Like a warm kitchen on cold night. Like pancakes on Sunday morning. Like a tootsie pop fresh out of its wrapper.”
Fuck. Gabriel was a bastard. Torture. It had to be torture. Was torture the way to win him over? Dean sternly ordered his stomach not to be too loud. It ignored him, so he covered it with a loud coughing fit. Which wasn’t the best idea, as the other alphas all went on high alert, Lucifer somehow managing to find a glass of water without leaving the room. After assuring them all he was fine (and casting an eye around the room, which now seemed to be filled with fucking candles? Candles? He didn’t want this romance-y thing… Although looking around him, it was a fine room of fine alphas… and except for the whole kidnapping him thing at the start, it was nice being waiting on hand and foot. Dean shook his head rather violently, almost causing the tiny alpha to overbalance. He hid his smirk.
Obviously not well enough.
“Oh ho ho! So you think it’s funny, Dean-o?” Dean looked up from under his lashes. Gabriel was struck by how ridiculously pretty he was. The green eyes, the freckles. The strength in his body. And he had been right. Dean’s ass was luscious. And it currently rested on his lap, and his hands were on those beautiful hips. He sighed. He wished he was naked too. It would be great feeling Dean on him. He was feeling hopeful, though. He could see Dean was still fighting it, but he seemed to have forgotten he was naked: it had been a very good idea the rest of them keeping them clothes on. And even better, was the fact that Michael had great control, and except for that one wing issue at the start (and Gabriel was embarrassed to think he had so little control over his body! But fuck… omega… horny… Ahhhh! Stop thinking that way!!! Good Father! They were all going to be putty in his hands…)
Gabriel cleared his throat. Way to look calm and put together in front of the new guy. Gabriel’s wings ruffled with discontent, until he looked up and saw Dean biting back a smile. Well… that wasn’t so bad.
--
“Questions… you had questions. Why are you on my lap? You wound me! Is there any place you would rather be?” Dean couldn’t help but snort at the alphas dramatic hurt. “I’ll have you know that my lap is big enough for three omegas!” He turned his golden eyes on Dean. “But only if they don’t squirm.”
Dean squirmed uncomfortably at that. Earning himself another smirk. “But more seriously – we want to get to know you. We,’ and he gestured grandly with his wings, unable to resist puffing his feathers and Dean stared at their bronze glory, “all know each other. We’re already a flock. Well…” Gabriel was also sticking to honest. Dean seemed like he had a good bullshit radar. “Not quite. Not yet. We wanted to be. But we couldn’t include Sam in a lot of stuff…”
Dean immediately went on Big Brother alert. “Why not? Why would you exclude him? He obviously thinks the world of you all. Not sure why," he muttered under his breath, before raising his voice to continue. "If you think I’m going to hang around just to see Sam treated like…”
Gabriel freed one hand – the other staying firmly on Dean’s hip, thankyou very much – to hold in up in a conciliatory gesture. “He wouldn’t leave you, Dean! We couldn’t include him in the nesting rituals if he wasn’t going to stay.” His face went uncharacteristically serious. “It would have killed us all, you know.”
Dean didn’t really know. Well, only vaguely. Dad had been a beta, and betas didn’t have to worry about any of that. They generally avoided alphas, and omegas were far too rare for any alpha (true mates or not) to allow them to bond with a beta. Beta bonds could be easily broken – it was one of the reasons they couldn’t be included in a nest. The more alphas, the more unstable the beta element. So society became kind of segregated. Dean had met (and spent quality time with) plenty of betas. He liked them. And except for Sam, and in the course of a hunt, he avoided alphas. And omegas? Well, who knew. It wasn’t like there was some secret club he could join.
He frowned.
“But he wanted to stay. You should have included him.”
Gabriel sighed. “Dean. He wouldn’t leave you.”
Dean frowned more. Gabriel longed to smooth the lines out with kisses, but it was currently enough that Dean was willing to sit on his lap without stabbing him. Looking at Dean’s expression Gabriel reconsidered. Dean looked pissed enough that if he had an angel blade in reach he would stab him. Gabriel forced himself to leave his arms loose, not wanting to crowd the omega.
“Why don’t I get a choice?”
Gabriel blinked. “What?”
“You said Sammy was meant to be part of your flock, and since he couldn’t join, you did all your flock shit without him. Why don’t I get the same choice?”
Gabriel just stared at him. Dean crossed his arms and stared right back. It was a valid point except, Gabriel thought, except…
“Father created us to be a family! You and Sam, Michael, Lucifer, Castiel and me. We are meant to be together. Without you… without you we are nothing. Without us, you don’t have a loving home.”
Dean went to interrupt but Gabriel talked right over him. “You were created for us, Dean. But we were created for you too!”
--oo--
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
Pairing: Dean/Everyone, Everyone/Everyone
Characters: Dean, Sam, Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Castiel
Rating: R
Word count approx 8000 (90,000 complete)
Kinks and warnings: Bottom Dean, Top Sam, Top Michael, Top Gabriel, Top Castiel, Top Lucifer, Bottom Lucifer, Wing Kink, Wing oil, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dean, Alpha Sam, Alpha Gabriel, Alpha Michael, Alpha Castiel, Alpha Lucifer, Mating, Mating Rituals, Claiming, non con, dub con, consensual sex, bodice ripper, Biting, Knotting, group sex, Manhandling, Consent Issues, Restraint, biological imperative, Angel Sam, Angel Dean, Coercion, Kidnapping, alpha alpha love, Slow Build, Mild Angst, Happy Ending, mild slut shaming, Nervous Dean, mild blood play, Comeplay, Barebacking, Orgasm Denial, Bondage, Strength Kink, Grace Bondage, wink grooming, physical bondage, Felching, come dripping, Angel!Au
Summary: For a kinkmeme prompt: Angels mate for life. But angel mates are not necessarily a single pair. Alphas bond with each other, but they don't become a family unit until an omega is part of the nest. Once that happens, the family unit is locked in for eternity.
Sam has met the alphas he wants to spend eternity with. Michael, Lucifer, Castiel and Gabriel are already pretty set, but they always knew they were missing someone, as well as the special omega to make them all a nest. They have been wooing Sam, but he doesn't want to leave his beta brother. Alpha nests can't support beta's. This has been distressing for all the alphas. They take Sam at his word, that his brother is a beta, and while they continue upon their courtship, they all know it will end in pain: Sam won't leave Dean.
Then they discovers the beautiful green eyed omega...
a/n In the beginning, this work is uncomfortably non consensual. However, this is not a rape fic. When there is sex, Dean consents to everything that happens. I would label this as dub con becoming con.
a/n2: wow! I have been writing this since March. It's been a huge undertaking, as I re-read it I see things I want to change. And maybe I will go back and fix them up. One day. For now though, just enjoy the joy that is To Make a Nest.
Go forward to part 2
--oo--
Sam woke with a start. He was comfortable, something feather-soft covering him, and for him to be this comfortable? Something had to be wrong. Muscles tensed, ready to launch at something, anything, when a pair of strong arms pulled him in close, a nose nuzzling behind his ear.
“S’not time to wake up. G’bk’t’sleee.” Gabriel’s warm voice faded to nothing as he lost the battle to talk.
A second body pressed in on his front, soft kisses peppering his chest, before sharp teeth closed around his nipple. He looked down, and blue eyes looked up balefully. A rough voice pronounced, “Sleep, Sam,” before Castiel snuggled in closer.
Sam blinked, the adrenaline not yet clear. Lucifer, who was cuddled up behind Castiel, smiled. “Sleep, little alpha. You are safe.”
From behind Gabriel, Michael chuckled. He flexed his massive golden wings, before covering them all, bringing them all in closer. “All of you sleep!”
With a smile on his face, his brothers surrounding him, Sam drifted off to sleep.
--
Sam was lonely.
The sad thing was, he had the most amazing people in his life. All of them angels he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Alphas he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
A laugh came from the living room.
And there was the problem.
Dean.
His brother.
About the only person who could be more important than a potential nest of alpha mates.
He hadn’t told Dean, of course. Dean would tell him to go, to make himself happy. That he was fine by himself. That was Dean. His self-sacrificing older brother. Dean who would put Sam before himself each and every time.
“Oof!”
Finding himself with a lapful of Dean, Sam's sad train of thought was broken.
“What’s up, Sammy? You seem kinda down? That time of the month?” Behind the joking words was real concern.
Suddenly, Sam wanted to tell him. Wanted to share the joy and excitement and terror that came with finding his alpha mates. But looking into Dean’s eyes, Sam couldn’t. Father forgive him, he couldn’t give up his brother.
Instead he pulled him in for a hug, ignoring Dean’s undignified squawks about chick moments.
“Nothing’s wrong, Dean. Nothing at all.”
--
Michael surveyed his little flock. They weren’t a nest yet, they hadn’t bound with an omega. But they were a tight-knit family group who hardly ever fought. Right now though, voices were raised. Well, one voice.
“But he loves us, and we love him!” That was Gabriel. Always a little more in touch with his emotions than the rest of the brothers, he could say the word - love - without blushing. Michael bit his lip as he glanced at Castiel, the youngest of the group, whose cheeks were tinged red even at this display. Given his natural reticence, it was amazing they had even got him into the flock. Not that anyone doubted the depth of his feelings.
Gabriel was still pacing and yelling. Lucifer was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Although his body language was relaxed, his wings were flared in an aggressive display. Michael sighed, then gestured to Lucifer. He watched as his back stiffened, before he came forward. Lucifer still had a few issues with not being flock Alpha. But Michael loved his little brothers, something Lucifer must have felt as Michael pulled him into his arms.
“It will be ok, little Brother. Father moves in mysterious ways, but it will all work out.”
Lucifer snorted. “How can it Mikey? Sam has a beta for a brother! A beta can’t join the nest! Sam won’t leave his brother! Nothing can make this right.”
Michael felt the sadness that pervaded the room. Stretching out his wings, he swept his three brothers towards him.
“I don’t know how it will work out, but it will. I’m not ready to give up on him yet.”
There was no disagreement. None of them were ready to give up a love of their life.
--
Dean made sure he showered well. Very well. He had his ‘pickup chicks’ kit on him: wing colour, scent suppressors, and beta scent. He thanked Father than beta angels had no sense of smell. And luckily he was super endowed for an omega – it put him at the small size of normal for a beta. Not enough for the betas he fucked to ask questions, but enough to get a few giggles. Luckily he knew how to use it. He pretended he kept himself hair free for kinky reasons, and since none of the beta girls ever complained… well, it was working.
Dusting down the coloured tips that marked him as an omega, Dean was ready to face the world again. He’d timed it perfectly. A kiss on the way out, he’d take the long way home, he’d walk so there were more scents to mix with while his pheromones were still strong. Then, by the time he got back to the room he shared with his brother, it would be weak enough to pass off as very close proximity to a horny omega. Dean had been hiding his orientation since he presented. He was good at this.
The walk home gave him plenty of time to think. And although it wasn’t quite a walk of shame, he couldn’t help but pout at unfairness of things. The only nice thing about presenting was it was never a surprise. Dean had known he would be an omega, that he would be “blessed” with slick instead of a knot.
And Dean was no fool. He and Sam had been raised by a rogue angel, who took his sons hunting before they even had a designation. The only reason this shocked anyone was because omegas did not hunt. In a society where a nest couldn’t form, and the mating bonds couldn’t be formed without an omega, they were loved, and cherished, and coddled. And since Omegas only made up about 1% of the population, they were pretty much kept on a short leash.
Sometimes literally.
Aside from himself, Dean didn’t think he had ever seen a free omega. Not that hiding yourself was the same thing as being free… although now that he thought about it, there must be others, since the omega hiding gear was readily available. It heartened him a little, to think there might be other omega’s walking around out there, others that he talked to.
The free omegas. As opposed to the pretty little pampered omegas. Dean heaved a sigh. It wasn’t like he was actually free, having to hide his real self all the time. But the alternative came with a pretty little collar, and Dean didn’t want that life. He had been raised as a warrior. Not as a pet. And even if sometimes he wondered what it would be like to have a nest, what it would be to have a family, to have a heat and be knotted and fucked into oblivion… he quickly squashed those thought down. He had a family. He had Sam.
Sam… He sometimes wondered if he should tell him. But he couldn’t bear the thought of disappointment in Sam’s eyes. Or the way he would have to say goodbye to his brother. If Sam found a flock, or a nest, then of course he would let Sam go. Nesting was forever, and he wanted Sam to be happy. But he wasn’t going to reveal himself to hasten Sam's exit. Sam would have to choose to walk away with no extra prompting.
Dean paid more attention to the melancholy thoughts than to his surroundings.
A bad idea for an unmated omega.
Dean didn’t see two sets of eyes tracking his moves, didn’t hear the rush of feathers as two excited alphas tore back to their flock.
--
Castiel and Gabriel flew home as fast as they could, their wings buffeting each other as they tried to get in first.
“Found him…” “… beautiful…” “Eyes!”
The words tumbled over each other. Michael, Lucifer and Sam looked up, soft smiles on their faces. Seeing their potential mate… the mate who would never be their mate, Castiel and Gabriel stopped. Wings which had been raised high, quivering with excitement, dropped.
The two angels looked at each other, anguished. This spelt the end of their courtship. When they brought in the omega, Sam would have to choose: Them, or his brother. And they knew they were loved (Castiel’s hand drifted to the bite mark on his shoulder, while Gabriel watched Lucifer wriggle, knowing his was plugged with Sam’s come inside him). They had been courting. But they couldn’t play at courting when they had an omega.
“Sam…”
Sam shifted beneath Michael and Lucifer's wings. He had been enjoyed the play of black on gold, the feel of them brushing against his own blue-grey wings. He knew what was coming, and he attempted to shrug the others’ wings off. Neither angel would allow it, so with an unhappy smile he snuggled back, taking what comfort he could.
“You found an omega?”
If it hadn’t been so heartbreaking, watching the flurry of emotions in Gabriel and Castiel’s wings (Dominant! Excited! Sad! Scared! Horny!) would have brought a smile to Sam’s face.
Castiel looked to his older brother. Gabriel took a deep breath. “We were out flying the perimeter when we smelt something… the most divine scent!”
“Apple pie! Vanilla! Home!” Castiel burst in, unable to contain himself.
Sam couldn’t help his smile this time. For some reason, this was the scent he always imagined his omega having. If nothing else it proved that these alphas were meant to be his, that this was his flock.
Lucifer saw the smile, and lent down to kiss him. “I wish we could convince you.”
Sam’s heart clenched. He appreciated the way his alphas didn’t try to convince him to leave Dean. Moved, he tugged on Lucifer’s black feathers, smiling as he preened and his wings puffed. “Thank you for not asking,” Sam said quietly. “I love you. All of you!” He added fiercely, making eye contact with each of them. “I want you. I love you. But how can I…”
Michael’s hand cupped his cheek, turning Sam to face him. “We would never ask you to choose, Sam. We know how much you love your brother. It’s one of the many reasons we love you.”
Sam felt his heart attempt to swell and break at the same time. Beta’s were not… admired or respected by alphas. Omega’s were coddled and loved, and at the best beta’s ignored. But not a single alpha in the flock has ever said a word against Dean. One of the reasons he loved them.
Sam took a deep breath. He wanted them to be happy, even if happy was without him.
“Tell me more about this omega.”
--
Alphas got a bed reputation. Sure they swooped in and just took the chosen omega. But not just any omega. The omega who was destined to make their flock a nest. All omega’s smelt good, but the right omega? The right omega smelt like home and safety and love. For the right omega, a flock would move heaven and earth to get them, and then to keep them safe.
--
Sam made encouraging noises as Castiel and Gabriel’s wings continued to droop. Castiel, after a glance at his brother, stiltedly started talking.
“He looks like a beta.”
“What?” Sam couldn’t help the sharpness in his voice. He didn’t even know where it came from. But it seemed to urge the two angels on with their story.
“Like I said, we were flying the perimeter, then the most heavenly scent came our way.” Gabriel’s voice was rapturous. Although Castiel was more prosaic.
“Luck. The wind changed.”
Michael looked confused. “He looks like a beta?”
The confusion was understandable. Most omegas were meek and pretty. Betas had a much more solid feel about them. For his brothers to find a beta... a beta looking omega attractive? It was unthinkable.
“Tawny wings, dark wing tips. Never seen an omega with dark tips!”
“And he’s built!” interrupted Gabriel.
“We think,” Cas said, shooting a stern look at his brother. Gabriel just flipped a wing at him. “He’s certainly tall, and he looks strong. But he wears lots of clothes. Layers,” he clarified.
“Hips you can grab on to. An ass to die for. I'm sure of it!” Gabriel seemed to be on a roll, although it didn’t stop Castiel adding, “Freckles!”
“And delightfully bowed legs.” Gabriel, who had been bouncing around like a kid on a sugar high paused. His eyes turned alpha red and he growled. “Can’t wait to have them wrapped around me, my knot in his ass.”
While discussion broke out around him, Sam felt his head spin. As firmly as he could, he interrupted the angels. “You must be mistaken. You... You've got to be wrong.”
He looked down immediately feeling, rather seeing the wings flare with hurt. He could just imagine the confused and heartbroken faces around him…
“Sam? Why do you seek to cause your brothers distress?”
Michael’s brow was dark, and the golden wing which had been caressing him now felt like a vice. Sam opened his mouth, but no words came out. Gabriel and Castiel looked at each other, while Lucifer fell to his knees in front of Sam, taking his hands in his. Sam looked down at his earnest face, watching the black wings drop in supplication.
“Sam?”
Sam cleared his throat. “You… you must be wrong. That… that sounds like Dean.”
--
Sam stared as Castiel and Gabriel traced the scent. It was… delicious. And it grew fainter and fainter. If they not both seen him, they would have doubted themselves. Lucifer, who was the best tracker, finally stirred himself. He enjoyed watching his brothers get more and more flustered and uncertain, but he too wanted to find the source of the intoxicating scent.
Sam followed behind, still somewhat stunned at the turn events. He paid no attention to his surroundings, just allowed himself to be pulled along by Michael, until he ran into his back when the flock stopped short. Lucifer was growling, wings spread wide and arched high with agitation.
“I can’t smell him. I’ve lost the scent.”
The distress reached through Sam’s haze. He reached for Lucifer, then stopped and looked around. Despite the distress rolling off his mates (his mates! Would he be able to call them that?), he had to laugh.
All four turned on him, wings aggressively spread, seeking to dominate him. As he looked at the beautiful display of alpha masculinity, he allowed his own to drop, although he couldn’t help teasing the tips of Gabriel’s and Michael’s wings, with his own.
“I think I can lead us from here.”
--
Dean was feeling good. He’d managed to shake of his melancholic mood during his walk. Sam wasn’t home, so he had no explaining to do (although he had his suspicions about where his brother was, but if he was off courting, that was private until he chose to share that).
He’d barely stepped in the door when the doorbell rang. This was followed by pounding on the door. Dean really just wanted to change his clothes then go for a burger. So he ignored it. Hopefully they would go away soon.
He walked to the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went. Once in there, he stopped to look at himself.
The best thing about modern omega products, Dean thought as he spread his wings, was how long everything lasted. He stared at his reflection, allowing his hand to drop to his curved hip and soft stomach, before he tugged on the dark wing tips. The body was all omega, but the wings? They were all beta. He grinned at himself. The feather powder lasted a month, as long as he didn’t get too horny. If only they could invent a powder impervious to wing oil… Of course Dean’s wings needed re-powdering quite frequently, but knowing it could last a month? That was great.
Dressing in all his layered finery, Dean grabbed his wallet from the dresser. His mind was already on food… he could kill for a burger, and no Sammy meant no silent (or not so silent) judgment on his eating habits. He might even have a milkshake…
Flinging the door open, he couldn’t step though due a whole lot of alpha. His automatic step back seemed to act as an invitation to enter.
Dean soon got a hold of himself. He drew himself up, and looking down on most of the alphas, raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? I’m not sure who you are, but I sure as hell didn’t invite you…”
“I did.”
Sam’s voice cut across him. Dean frowned as Sam stepped through the wings that had hidden him. But now, here he was, wings flared, arms crossed, and bitch face well and truly set in.
Dean couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped. “My milkshake…”
By the looks thrown in his direction he must have said it out loud. Mentally shaking himself off, he looked at his brother again.
“Sammy?”
Sam just stared.
“What’s the big idea? I don’t mind if you invite your friends round. You could have let them in. And a bit of warning before the orgy would be nice.”
“Not here.”
The sternest looking alpha Dean had seen said that. He didn’t even look at Dean.
“…okay…?”
Despite how he projected himself, Dean wasn’t stupid. And a look at the dominance displays in the room was quite a hint. “They’re your mates, Sammy?” He couldn’t help the hurt expression that crossed his face. He was so focused on Sam, he didn’t notice the other four angels now greedily staring at his face, avidly absorbing his every expression. “I’m happy for you Sammy. But you didn’t want to tell me before I met them?”
Before Sam could respond, the angel with dark speckled wings turned to the shortest one, with the bronze wings. “Are we sure, Gabriel, he doesn’t smell right?”
Only his training as a hunter allowed him to not react. He kept his eyes on Sam, ignoring the exchange, until the alpha with the pitch black wings stepped behind him, scenting his neck. Dean jumped, elbow pushing back to hit the other in the stomach. He spun around, for the first time feeling scared, as he was now stuck in a room with accessible escape. Idiot! He berated himself. First rule of survival: secure an exit.
All the angels looked at the dark winged one. Who sent Dean a smile. “I’m Lucifer. And you’re our omega.”
--
One of the first rules of hunting was to know how to win the war. Fighting the alphas at this point wasn’t going to get him anywhere. It was four against two. He eyed Sam. Make that four against one, possibly five against one. Still, he may as well figure out what Sam was doing.
“Gonna help me out here, Sam?”
Sam looked at him, eyes fucking heartbroken. “I can’t believe you lied to me.”
Dean looked at him. “Lied about what?”
“You’re an omega, Dean.”
Oh. That. “What makes you think that?”
“You smell like omega.” That was black wings – Lucifer – behind him.
Dean made a big production of smelling himself. “Nope. Pretty sure I don’t.” He made pretty fucking sure of it on a daily basis. He looked thoughtful. “Might have been an omega in heat last night, at the bar.” He looked around apologetically. “You know how it is.”
Bronze wings must have slipped out, because now he was back with Dean’s ‘pick up chicks’ bag in his hand. He took each item out, placing it on the table. “And a beta requires dark brown feather dust?” with a pointed look at Dean’s wings. “Beta scent? Heat suppressors? Scent suppressors? Birth control?”
Dean spread his hands wide, innocent expression on his face. “You’ve never played dress up? Man, must suck being an alpha.”
Well, that got a growl. He’d forgotten how testy alphas were. Well that was too bad, because Dean was out of patience. He shook black wings hand off his shoulder. “Look, I’m sorry you came out here on a wild good chase. But I’m not sorry to meet Sammy’s potential mates.” He stepped towards his brother, clapping him on the back. “Congrats, Sammy! Guess this means you’re all grown up.”
He didn’t know what he was going to say next, so it was probably lucky that golden wings interrupted them all.
“Enough!”
Ah. That was aimed at Dean. Dean shuffled closer to his brother. “You say you are a beta? Fine. You won’t mind coming with us, to answer a few questions.”
Dean got a really pissed off expression on his face. “Actually, yes. I would mind. Now if you don’t mind…”
Golden wings stalked towards him, before grabbing him, and sweeping him into his arms, princess style. Dean yelped, and struggled to be put done, but son of a bitch! His strength was nothing compared to an intent alpha. “Such a shame,” golden wings smiled down at him. “For you.”
--
Sam’s friends (Dean refused to think of them as anything else. They had nothing to do with him. Nothing at all.) didn’t live far. But any distance was too far to be carried like this in someone’s arms. He wriggled about until golden wings (who introduced himself as Michael) informed him that all wriggling would earn him was a sore bottom, as soon as he was claimed. Although he strenuously informed Michael they had no relationship as mates, and that claiming was not in their future, Dean stopped wriggling.
Michael seemed like the type of alpha that remembered things.
And followed through.
--
Too soon, they arrived at the alpha nest. Dean was gently placed in a seat, with an alpha at his back, and one at all exits. Sam was sitting opposite him, looking all kicked puppy. Dean couldn’t help roll his eyes. “What is your problem Sam? You must’ve known I wouldn’t kick up a fuss at you getting mated.”
“You lied to me, Dean.”
Ah. Tricky. In actual fact he hadn’t. Mislead and misdirected? Absolutely. But lied… Dean had been careful to never out rightly claim he was a beta, just as he never denied he was an omega. He just… played up certain characteristics. Like skirt chasing. And down played other characteristics. Like child-bearing hips. But none of these alphas looked like they were willing to play semantics.
“I would really like go. I just want to get a burger, and then go home. I was out late last night.”
“Doing what?” That was Gabriel. Bronze wings and short.
Biting his lip, Dean looked around, stalling. Alphas – even alphas who didn’t feel like they owned you – were weird about omegas having sex.
“He would have been out fucking a beta.” Sam’s voice was toneless.
Black speckled wings behind him tightened a hand on his shoulder. A surprisingly deep voice came from behind him. “You won’t do that anymore.”
He couldn’t help fuming. He tried taking calm breaths, since Dean knew he ran off at the mouth when he was angry, and getting into an argument in a room full of alphas who were all pretty close to alpha-ing out. Yeah, bad idea.
So he tried. “Look, there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not your mate. Maybe it was something…”
Lucifer cut right across him. Fuck these alphas were rude. “You’re right. You’re not our mate. You’re our omega.”
Dean glanced round the room. All he saw were wings arched high in mating displays. Big wings. Alpha wings… Fuck. This was not good.
He quickly stood, but black speckled was on him in an instant, one arm firmly around his waist.
Dean shifted, drew himself up and looked down on him. The alpha was shorter than him. Surely that had to give him beta points?
“Look speckles…”
“Castiel.”
“What?”
“Castiel. My name.”
Honestly, Dean didn’t care. He was sick of all these angels interrupting him every time he spoke.
“Right. Castiel. Mind letting me go?”
“Yes.”
Dean waited. And waited a bit more. “Come on, man! I can’t freaking go anywhere! You lot are guarding the fucking exits!”
“Does he always speak like that?” That was Michael. Talking over his head. At Sam.
“He has fully functioning ears. He is totally capable of answering questions. And he would really like to fucking leave.”
He wasn’t expecting a positive response, but the five alphas shaking their head at him was a little too much.
“Son of a fucking bitch!” Dean definitely didn’t stamp his foot.
Michael winced. Hah. Pussy. So he couldn't bear to hear the delicate omega swear? Well, if Dean stayed around (not that he was going to) Michael was going to have to get used to that.
Some of his thoughts must have shown on his face, because Michael turned a wolfish grin on him. “Dean, I think you should get to know your future alphas.” He strode over and gently removed him from Castiel’s grip, before ushering him over to the couch. Michael sat down, pulling Dean onto his lap. “Each of us is going to spend a bit of time with you now. Sound good?”
It sounded bad. Very bad. Although he had no purchase, Dean struggled to get up. Michael fucking tutted at him. “No, no, no, Dean. This isn’t how it works. This is going to work with us all bonding in here.”
Also bad. Dean had no hope of escaping if they were all in here.
“No bonding.” Dean needed to be very clear on that.
“Ah. While that isn’t what I meant…” Michael seemed to come to a decision. “You really didn’t think we would let you go once you were in here?”
He spoke gently and that just made it worse. “I really don’t think…”
Michael spoke over him. Again. “But that wasn’t what I meant. You need to get to know us. After all,” and he ran a gentle hand down Dean’s cheek. “You’re going to be spending a lot of time with us.” He looked into Dean’s eyes, and he could feel the way the omega was trying to hold all his fear back. Rather than feeling sorry for Dean, Michael felt exultant. Here was strong omega, worthy of their nest.
“How is that one on one time if everyone is here?”
Michael ignored him. “You’re wearing too many clothes for this.”
Dean’s top shirt was gone before he realized, and then Michael’s hands were on his next layer. He sounded peevish when he asked Dean how many layers he was actually wearing. Dean was quite happy to tell him to go fuck himself.
Michael was like an octopus. His arms seemed to be everywhere, as Dean fought to keep his clothes on. It was actually clever. Much more clever than he gave the alpha credit for, because when Dean was down to one shirt and boxers, he managed to look around.
The room had been transformed.
“Fuck.”
Michael bared his teeth at Dean, taking the chance to remove the last of his clothes.
“That’s the plan, my pretty one.”
--
Sam was still in shock over Dean. Dean. His Dean was an omega. On the one hand he was so angry and hurt – why hadn’t Dean trusted him? On the other hand… Dean was the omega for his flock. Thinking of his flock, he looked around. Dean and Michael were sitting on the couch. Well, Michael was restraining a semi naked Dean on his lap. Sam felt his wings start to flare with desire, but Lucifer and Gabriel were there, a firm hand on each shoulder.
“Not yet, little brother.” That was Gabriel.
“Soon, Sam. Soon. We’re just preparing the room.”
For the first time Sam looked around. While he had been unable to take his eyes off his brother, Castiel, Gabriel and Lucifer had quickly moved all the furniture out. There was now a mattress made of their woven feathers in the centre of the floor.
Sam couldn’t help but gasp. It was beautiful. The combination of their feathers was beautiful. The gold and bronze of Michael and Gabriel’s feathers seemed to add a metallic glow to Lucifers black and Castiel’s black and white feathers. His own blue-grey feathers seemed luminescent in the mix.
Sam was speechless. This was a mating bed. A mating bed. With his feathers. They had included his feathers.
He looked from Lucifer to Gabriel. Gabriel gave him a broad grin, while Lucifer leant in kissed him, tongue probing his mouth as Sam offered no resistance. By the time Lucifer pulls back, Sam is able to speak.
“My feathers?”
Castiel having laid out the last of the candles joined them. “We always wanted you Sam as part of our life. Forever.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Sam can feel his eyes leaking. He glances back at Dean and Michael. Dean still hasn’t stopped arguing. Sam shakes his head, bringing a grin. “Are you sure you want Dean? As you can see, he isn’t the most amenable omega you’ll meet.”
Sam’s words send his three alpha’s gaze straight to Dean. Sam could barely breathe from the pheromones filling the air.
Lucifer sends a dark look at Sam. “We’re sure.”
Dean seems to have noticed all the pheromones, as he stops grappling with Michael, and looks around the room. He sees the candles. He sees the mating bed. He sees the alphas.
He says, “Fuck.”
Sam can’t help the predatory smile that crosses his face. He knows if he looked at his mates, they would be sporting the same look.
--
It would be lie to say Dean didn’t feel a bit nervous. There were four predatory alphas in the room. Alphas who held their wings high in dominance. Make that five alphas, he corrected himself, as Michael managed to remove his boxers.
Michael looked up and saw the display of his alpha mates’ wings. While he could (and did) appreciate the view, it wasn’t the time. Dean’s wings were still covered and held close. He cleared his throat loudly and the four immediately dropped their wings. It didn’t make Dean feel much better.
“You’re all going to fuck me anyway. Why not just get it over and done with?”
Michael looked at Dean sadly before kissing his forehead. Dean rubbed it, glaring at him. “Just wait Dean. You’ll see. We’re family - we smell like family and home and nest. We’re meant to be together. We want it – want you - and we’ll wait til you’re ready.” Michael sniffed the air. “I think that will be soon.”
Cocky bastard, thought Dean, watching as Michael’s expression tightened. “You would know already, except your scent cover affects your chemistry. Wearing that stuff you can't scent us. When it wears off, you’ll know what I mean.”
Michael sniffed deeply, growling when he could catch only a faint scent of omega. Dean overwhelming smelt of whatever blockers he had chosen to use. “You will never use scent suppressors again.”
Dean ignored him. If he was going to get out of this, he needed to pay attention only to the important stuff.
“I’d really like to keep my clothes on.”
“That’s nice. But it’s good for you to be like this.” Michael nuzzled his throat, and if Dean hadn’t been held very firmly, he would have been out that door. Unfortunately, he couldn’t break Michaels hold. Gripping Dean’s arms, Michael urged him to his feet, running a remarkably lust free eye over his body.
“So ‘not an omega’, huh?”
Dean rolled his eyes at the conversational tone. Michael was currently staring at his hairless cock and he could feel laser eyes behind him boring into his ass. Michael’s hands drifted down to Dean’s curved hips.
“What? I can’t be kinky?”
Michael merely raised an eyebrow. Dean sighed. He’d given himself away when he’d reacted to the alpha pheromones. Betas couldn’t smell that shit.
So Dean shrugged. “Fine, so I’m an omega.”
From behind him Sam growled. Dean twisted. “Shut it, Sammy. Me being an omega doesn’t change a single fucking thing.”
Sam opened his mouth, ready to argue, but Michael hushed him. “You’ll have your time with Dean soon, Sam. Now, alphas, please keep making this space a nest for our beloved one.”
No. No. That was too early. That was too formal. That was starting the claiming ritual. Shit. Dean’s eyes fell on the bed in the middle of the floor.
“No! Michael!”
Michael looked pleased that Dean had said his name. “Hush, little one. You know how it goes.” He put his nose to Dean’s throat again. Breathing him in. Trying to breathe him in. He growled. “You are still coated with that foul beta stench.”
Dean rolled his eyes. Michael had a one track mind.
Michael itched to make Dean smell like nest. He knew once he got his hands on his oil glands, he could tease his little one, make him moan with pleasure until his oil started leaking. Then he would smell right. And release his wings. He could push it… force them out. But that wasn’t the way to woo a mate. Still, Michael couldn’t control the way his wings lifted at the thought of Dean’s, bright and beautiful and glistening with oil, spread out underneath him. Michael’s wings rose higher and higher, until they filled the room. He could tell Dean wanted to take a step back, but, brave omega that he was, he didn’t shift his feet.
“I’m not going to hurt you Dean. I just want to love you. We all want to love you.” Michael went back to running his hands down Dean’s arms. Touch. Touch was important. For both of them. “It’s ok, Dean. It’s all going to be ok. My wings are big – big enough to protect everyone in our nest.”
Michael shook his feathers out, flustered. He was doing this all out of order! He should be calming his little mate, letting him get to know him. Not flashing his wings in an attempt to seduce and impress. He ran his nose down Dean’s arm, breathing deeply. It was calming, even if he couldn’t yet smell Dean. Scenting helped to imprint the omega on the alpha, while the alpha pheromones would work on the omega. His pheromones would relax Dean until he was ready.
Michael had told the truth. Not a single alpha in his flock would touch Dean until he invited it. Only when an omega showed their wings could they be touched. It was the lore when it came to claiming, and not until Dean was laid on the mating bed could Michael run his hands through Dean’s wings coating them with his oil.
--
“I’m the flock alpha.”
Dean’s breath caught. Sure, it seemed like a getting-to-know-you opening gambit, but in reality? Michael just told Dean that when they got down to it, he’d be fucking him first. He glanced at the bed again. Michael grinned.
“I can’t wait either, but right now we are supposed to be getting to know each other.” Michael looked at him quite seriously. “I’m really glad you’re here Dean, that Gabriel and Castiel found you. I know that you are…” Michael paused delicately. “Currently unhappy about this, but I think you’ll find that you are meant to be here.”
Dean hissed, “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”
Michael smiled at him. “You hear horror stories of omegas taken by alphas who are not their true mates. I know you and Sam have rescued some from terrible places. And I know you must be feeling nervous and unsure. But, Dean? This is different. We are all true mates. You may be hissing at us like a wet kitten,” Dean felt slightly offended by the comparison, “But you’re not scared.”
Michael gave let that thought sink in. “Can you think of any reason why that might be?”
Dean snorted. He wasn’t interested in Michael’s psycho-babble. Michael smiled and continued. “I know, I know. You’re tough. You’ve been living as a beta. You don’t need an alpha, and nothing scares you. Right now you’re probably thinking we tracked you because we wanted an omega.”
Dean considered that. Earlier, he’d been thinking about eating, and then he was all ‘fuck off alphas’. Their thoughts were not on his list of priorities. “Nope. Right now I’m thinking you’re all a bag of dicks, and I wish Sammy had just joined your flock and you could have all been happy.”
Michael just pulled him in for a cuddle, scenting along his jaw. “But this is better. This way we can all be happy. We need you to be happy.”
--
Dean still wasn’t convinced. It was obvious from the stubborn expression on his face and the tight line of his body. But Michael kept his steady voice, and eventually with lots of soft petting, Michael’s touch – aided with the alpha pheromones filling the air had done a great deal towards relaxing Dean. Now he wasn’t poised, ready to leave the moment Michael’s hand slipped.
Gabriel sidled up to Sam. “He’s feistier than I thought he would be.”
Dean hadn’t come up in conversation much. Dean had been the elephant in the room, the one thing keeping the alphas from becoming a family. But being such a big part of Sam’s life, he had mentioned him occasionally. Generally after a catastrophic hunt. Sam laughed. “Dean absolutely hates being surprised. It makes a lot more sense now, but growing up, if I invited anyone round and he didn’t know? He would absolutely freak. And today? Home ground invaded, followed by a successful kidnapping. I’m not surprised he’s pissed.”
Sam was sounding a little bitter as he finished talking, and Gabriel hummed. “Do you wish he wasn’t our omega?”
“No!” Sam’s response was automatic. “I love all of you. My alphas, and my Dean. Our omega. That’s still going to take some getting used to. Fuck. I’m happy – grateful!” Sam shook his head. “I hated that I had to give one of you up. And now? Now it’s just overwhelming! And if it’s this hard for me, who wanted this, who imagined... Well, I can’t imagine what it’s like for Dean!”
--
Michael was finally willing to cede his place with Dean. Of course he wanted more time. The little one was still nervous of him, still tense. Better. More relaxed than when they first sat down, but not happy yet. Michael knew with a bit more time he could coax a smile out of Dean, but they all needed to spend time with him. Dean belonged to all of them, and they all needed to imprint on him. Their omega was starting to look a little glassy eyed as Michael’s scent worked its magic. Sam could feel the way the room seemed to pick up – Dean wasn't radiating furious anger, and just maybe there was sweet omega scent in the air. Even Dean had to know that presence of his true alphas could eventually override any chemical crap he put in his system.
Michael jerked his chin at Lucifer, who quickly made his way over. The two of them petted Dean, making sure they always had contact with him as he was transferred from one alpha to the other. As with Michael, Lucifer sat down, pulling Dean onto his lap.
It should have been funny. Looking around, Sam thought that Dean was bigger than everyone except himself. Not that size indicated strength at all – even the weakest alpha would be stronger than the strongest omega. It should have been funny, seeing his big, tough brother petted and pampered and cuddled on the smaller man’s lap. But it wasn’t. It made Sam’s heart sing.
--
Dean was annoyed at himself. No time at all in the company of a few alphas and he can feel his heart start to beat faster, and wings wanting to drop. He feels softer, more relaxed than he can ever remember being. And he feels the warm tingle of desire deep in his belly. That’s not an appropriate reaction, he sternly tells himself.
Lucifer interrupts his internal conversation.
“Why don’t you want to bond?” The ‘with us’ was unspoken, but so fucking clear it should have shone in bright neon lights behind them.
Oh the things Dean could say! Because he doesn't want to bond with kidnapping barbarian alphas? Because they’re all a giant back of dicks, and he doesn’t want a bar of them? Instead he goes with what he hopes will be a sticking point.
“I don’t want to give up hunting.”
Lucifer looked confused. “Why would you have to give up hunting? I mean, your life style would change a bit, because we would have a permanent nest. So less travel, but,” and here Lucifer shrugged. “I don’t see any reason you can’t hunt.”
Suspicion was writ clear on Dean’s face. “Riiiiiiiight. Ever met any omega’s who hunt?”
Lucifer was forced to admit that no, he hadn’t, but that didn’t mean that they didn't exist.
Dean sat himself up, ready to do verbal battle. “I haven’t met any either. At least... I suspect I have, but they're probably all hiding as betas as well. No alpha I’ve ever met would be happy letting their omega hunt. Are you saying you're somehow different?”
Lucifer felt a slight tingle. This omega - their omega - was passionate and fiery. He would question and push and surely that fiery spirit would translate to more than just talking… Lucifer cleared his head. Not yet. It wasn’t the time. The time would be when Dean was laid out begging for his knot.
Lucifer took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to lie to Dean about anything. Their relationship had already started off on the wrong foot.
“I don’t think anyone here would stop you from doing anything you want.” Dean opened his mouth, and Lucifer kissed him. Dean in turn looked betrayed. “Except for not bonding. We’re going to push for that. You’re our home Dean. Now we’ve found you, letting you go would be like ripping a wing off. Or ripping my heart out.” Now Lucifer ran his nose down Dean’s neck, then along his shoulder, where he breathed deeply “And I think once your suppressors wear off,” and had to hand it to the alpha, he managed to keep the anger out of his voice, “you might just find you think we’re your mates too.”
Dean shook his head defiantly, but he wasn’t as sure as he had been. He'd always wanted a nest. Stupid biology being what it was. But he also didn't want to stop being himself. These alphas seemed to be offering that. However:
“I don’t even know you!”
Lucifer looked at Dean. “Father created us for each other. Our flock… our flock needs you to become a nest. Our nest is your home. When Gabriel and Castiel came flying back earlier, saying they had scented you? I didn’t believe them. I have never believed in true mates. With alphas it is different. You don’t smell them, but you know as soon as they see them, that they are meant to be in your life, that you don’t want to let them go. But you! Dean, I didn’t even need to see you before I knew that you were meant to be in our life.”
Lucifer looked reverent, but Dean looked pissed.
“So I have to stay, and Sammy gets to walk if he wants? How fair is that?”
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“Why do I have to ‘get to know’ everyone?” Dean was now on Gabriel’s lab. The transfer had gone smoothly, with lots of praise and soft touches and scenting. Dean felt boneless. Which pissed him off. “Why am I the only one naked?” And why can’t I sit on a seat by myself. He groaned, leaning back against Gabriel’s arms. “Fuck! I sound three! m’big enough to sit in a grown up chair.” Then he sat up. “And you’re freaking tiny man! Really, if I saw you out there,” and Dean gesticulated wildly at the ‘real world’, “I’d be the one looking after you!”
Gabriel allowed Dean his monologue without interrupting. He ranted on a little more, but he’d obviously lost steam. “Do you want me to actually answer the questions?”
Dean pouted a bit and nodded. Gabriel hid a smile in Dean’s shoulder. His scent was stronger now. The close contact with his alphas was pulling his natural self to the front. His natural self, Gabriel was delighted to note, was sassy and cute. Of course he was going to be. He needed some help in balancing the extremely serious alphas in his flock. It would be nice to have someone on his side. Dean looked like he could be a lot of fun… Gabriel sternly told his wings to back down. Dean still wasn’t ready for any of that. Although he had been hopefully looking at Deans’ wings, they stayed resolutely dark and flat. An irritated cough from Dean brought Gabriel back to the present, and the delightfully squirmy omega on his lap.
“Right! First question: why do you have to get to know everyone” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Hellooooo! Mates! We want to be a nest Dean! We want you to want to be here!” Dean went to interrupt, but Gabriel shushed him. “My turn, right? Cas and I were out checking the perimeters when we smelt the most wonderful scent. It was… like apple pie with cinnamon! It smelt so fresh and welcoming and…” Gabriel couldn’t stop himself from hugging Dean tight and taking a deep sniff. Hmmm… maybe a little bit of cinnamon? “And you smelt like home. Like a warm kitchen on cold night. Like pancakes on Sunday morning. Like a tootsie pop fresh out of its wrapper.”
Fuck. Gabriel was a bastard. Torture. It had to be torture. Was torture the way to win him over? Dean sternly ordered his stomach not to be too loud. It ignored him, so he covered it with a loud coughing fit. Which wasn’t the best idea, as the other alphas all went on high alert, Lucifer somehow managing to find a glass of water without leaving the room. After assuring them all he was fine (and casting an eye around the room, which now seemed to be filled with fucking candles? Candles? He didn’t want this romance-y thing… Although looking around him, it was a fine room of fine alphas… and except for the whole kidnapping him thing at the start, it was nice being waiting on hand and foot. Dean shook his head rather violently, almost causing the tiny alpha to overbalance. He hid his smirk.
Obviously not well enough.
“Oh ho ho! So you think it’s funny, Dean-o?” Dean looked up from under his lashes. Gabriel was struck by how ridiculously pretty he was. The green eyes, the freckles. The strength in his body. And he had been right. Dean’s ass was luscious. And it currently rested on his lap, and his hands were on those beautiful hips. He sighed. He wished he was naked too. It would be great feeling Dean on him. He was feeling hopeful, though. He could see Dean was still fighting it, but he seemed to have forgotten he was naked: it had been a very good idea the rest of them keeping them clothes on. And even better, was the fact that Michael had great control, and except for that one wing issue at the start (and Gabriel was embarrassed to think he had so little control over his body! But fuck… omega… horny… Ahhhh! Stop thinking that way!!! Good Father! They were all going to be putty in his hands…)
Gabriel cleared his throat. Way to look calm and put together in front of the new guy. Gabriel’s wings ruffled with discontent, until he looked up and saw Dean biting back a smile. Well… that wasn’t so bad.
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“Questions… you had questions. Why are you on my lap? You wound me! Is there any place you would rather be?” Dean couldn’t help but snort at the alphas dramatic hurt. “I’ll have you know that my lap is big enough for three omegas!” He turned his golden eyes on Dean. “But only if they don’t squirm.”
Dean squirmed uncomfortably at that. Earning himself another smirk. “But more seriously – we want to get to know you. We,’ and he gestured grandly with his wings, unable to resist puffing his feathers and Dean stared at their bronze glory, “all know each other. We’re already a flock. Well…” Gabriel was also sticking to honest. Dean seemed like he had a good bullshit radar. “Not quite. Not yet. We wanted to be. But we couldn’t include Sam in a lot of stuff…”
Dean immediately went on Big Brother alert. “Why not? Why would you exclude him? He obviously thinks the world of you all. Not sure why," he muttered under his breath, before raising his voice to continue. "If you think I’m going to hang around just to see Sam treated like…”
Gabriel freed one hand – the other staying firmly on Dean’s hip, thankyou very much – to hold in up in a conciliatory gesture. “He wouldn’t leave you, Dean! We couldn’t include him in the nesting rituals if he wasn’t going to stay.” His face went uncharacteristically serious. “It would have killed us all, you know.”
Dean didn’t really know. Well, only vaguely. Dad had been a beta, and betas didn’t have to worry about any of that. They generally avoided alphas, and omegas were far too rare for any alpha (true mates or not) to allow them to bond with a beta. Beta bonds could be easily broken – it was one of the reasons they couldn’t be included in a nest. The more alphas, the more unstable the beta element. So society became kind of segregated. Dean had met (and spent quality time with) plenty of betas. He liked them. And except for Sam, and in the course of a hunt, he avoided alphas. And omegas? Well, who knew. It wasn’t like there was some secret club he could join.
He frowned.
“But he wanted to stay. You should have included him.”
Gabriel sighed. “Dean. He wouldn’t leave you.”
Dean frowned more. Gabriel longed to smooth the lines out with kisses, but it was currently enough that Dean was willing to sit on his lap without stabbing him. Looking at Dean’s expression Gabriel reconsidered. Dean looked pissed enough that if he had an angel blade in reach he would stab him. Gabriel forced himself to leave his arms loose, not wanting to crowd the omega.
“Why don’t I get a choice?”
Gabriel blinked. “What?”
“You said Sammy was meant to be part of your flock, and since he couldn’t join, you did all your flock shit without him. Why don’t I get the same choice?”
Gabriel just stared at him. Dean crossed his arms and stared right back. It was a valid point except, Gabriel thought, except…
“Father created us to be a family! You and Sam, Michael, Lucifer, Castiel and me. We are meant to be together. Without you… without you we are nothing. Without us, you don’t have a loving home.”
Dean went to interrupt but Gabriel talked right over him. “You were created for us, Dean. But we were created for you too!”
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