Fic: To Make a Nest (part 4/7)
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majestic_duxkKinks and warnings are in part 1
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Dean mentally wrestled with his wings. Now that his mind was on board with his body, the damn had a mind of their own. They wanted to shake off the omega products, and reveal themselves. They wanted to be petted and cosseted and admired and well and truly debauched.
But not yet. He told them sternly. Well, not quite yet. Soon? Sammy still hadn’t begged enough.
Dean accepted that Sam knew he was wrong, he even accepted the apology. But something deep within him would only be assuaged through the alpha angel begging. Dean didn’t even know where it came from: he’d never felt the need before, and Dean was no poster child to letting little brothers get away with anything.
It was through great force of will that Dean regrouped. He battled with his wings, forcing them to sort of… slink down. Did they look frightened enough? No. He adjusted the angle. There! That looked more cowed and broken. Surreptitiously glancing around, he noted the he was too late. His ‘sad wings routine’ fooled no one. Except perhaps Cas. Cas – Father bless his little heart – was tense again, and Michael looked like he was torn between jumping up and gathering Dean into his arms, or taking the alphas in his arms and removing them from Dean’s space! Dean laughed to himself. The sooner they realised what a bad influence Dean was, the better. Gabriel had a huge grin and Lucifer sort of smirked at him.
Even Sam wasn’t buying it now. Minutes ago he had been almost in tears, ready to beg for Dean’s forgiveness. But now Sam’s wings were back to cocky, and a half smirk painted his face. Dean had missed his chance. Oh well. Dean huffed and flipped his wings back. He’d never been great at timing. Although he’d wanted Sam to beg and wheedle more, this was ok too. He liked it when Sammy was happy.
“You should have wooed me.”
Okay… that was unexpected. When Dean had opened his mouth he thought he would say something like kiss me! Kiss me as if it were our last time, but now that it was out there, Dean found it was true. It was damn unfair! He liked presents. He liked pie… And when exactly had the issue become ‘you never give me pie’ as opposed to ‘you kidnapped me’?
Huh. Who could understand nesting instincts? Father did indeed move in mysterious ways.
Sam looked guilty again. “I… yeah. Yeah, we should have. We should have treated you how you deserve to be treated. We should have bought you gifts. Showed you we could be good providers…”
Dean eyed Sam thoughtfully. “What would you have given me?”
Dean blinked as Sam’s face lit up with excitement. Sam’s wings had spread without him realising: they were high and proud, and the primaries were flickering along with Sam’s voice. God, the kid was cute when he was excited. Inhaling, Dean caught the scent of apple cinnamon (Sammy had a scent like his? Amazing… not as good as apple pie… but not so bad…), leather and books (of course. Sammy was a nerd after all.)
“I’d get you an anklet with gemstones to match your emerald eyes.”
The emerald eyes blinked. That was weirdly specific.
“You mean you imagined getting your omega an anklet that matched their eyes.” Dean corrected, although his heart had jumped a little.
Sam gave him an exasperated smile. “Haven’t you listened to a word I said? I’ve always imagined you were my omega. You, Dean. So much so that I didn’t want another omega – I’d rather’ve forsaken my nest and live you, with my beta brother.” Sam shook his head. “Look Dean, I know I went about this the wrong way, but for the love of Father, listen to me! You are everything I wanted – everything I want!
Dean sighed again. He was such a soft touch. Cracking his neck, Dean hid his grin. He wanted this. He wanted them! So he was doing this. He was in.
And if he was in? He was going in 100%.
--
Sam was confused. Dean was all over the place. He’d been angry and upset – justifiably so. But then he’d calmed down. His wings had been all come hither and touch me, before slinking down to their fake sad position (so obvious! Dean had never been able to lie with his wings. Not that Sam had ever told him) but now… that had been a real question. That wasn’t Dean playing Dean games. So what was he doing? What could Sam say to convince Dean that he was for real? That this was for real? That this flock would let Dean be Dean, despite the somewhat difficult…
“Oof!”
Finding himself with a lapful of Dean, Sam’s sad train of thought was broken.
Despite the omega in his lap, Sam couldn’t believe it. “…Dean?
Dean just smiled at him, wrapping his arms around Sam and dropping his head to his chest. Sam dropped his head, breathing in the scent of Dean. Of apple pie. Vanilla. And motor oil. Dean smelt like…
Oh.
Dean smelt like nest.
This, Sam decided, was amazing. Dean had always been tactile, giving hugs as often as Sam needed them (which was a lot, thank you very much), but now that Sam knew what Dean was? It meant… more. He wanted it to mean more! Although Sam was supposed to be reflecting on his poor behaviour, he couldn’t. Not when he pretty much held everything he wanted in his arms.
Sam’s arms tightened around his brother. He was glad his face was hidden against Dean’s hair, unable to stop the tears. Sam currently held the key to everything he wanted in his arms.
--
Dean wiggled on Sam’s lap. Sam was still hard. That felt… nice. Actually, better than nice. It felt fucking fantastic. He’d never really had the chance to do this. As an alpha, Sam had no sexual interest in a beta, so rubbing himself against Sam would have just made them both uncomfortable. As an omega-masquerading-as-a-beta, there had been no other option but to top – the suppressants didn’t stop him getting slick when he was fucked, an immediate give away as to his true gender. But now? Now he could actually do all those things he fantasised about when fucking other people.
Sam’s muffled gasp sent heat straight to his belly, and send his mind into overdrive.
Was he going to do this? Was he really going to do this? Accept this flock of headstrong alphas, nest with them, despite them all lacking in common sense? He wiggled around, so he could see the other alphas properly.
Sam’s gasps and groans were simply an added benefit.
“Something wrong, Sammy?” He looked back at his brother, and couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. Sam’s eyes were glazed with arousal. Before he could tease him further, the of feathers drew his attention, and glancing over his shoulder he looked at the alphas, wings (and cocks, not that Dean was looking there, not with such glorious wings…) high and dominant, eyes half lidded, expressions intense. Looking at him.
Dean couldn’t help preening a little.
Ah. They still gorgeous. Even when he thought they were violent knot heads, they were pretty to look at. Now that he knew he had their… well, their respect and possible obedience… they were beautiful. Even better, Dean’s omega scent was starting to permeate, cutting through the scent blocking function of his products. He breathed deeply, inhaling the alpha scent. And oh yes, if that didn’t make his head spin…
Turning back to his brother, Dean pressed his nose against Sam’s chest. Sammy smelt even better up close, but he knew there were other delicious places close by. Nuzzling his nose to the pulse point in Sam’s throat, Dean inhaled again and yeah. There it was.
Sammy.
Sammy… but more.
Nest.
Home.
Love.
And sex.
A shiver went through him, from the top of his head to the tips of the wings. He didn’t bother to hide his smile as the movement focused attention on his wings, causing the sharp gasps around him.
He could smell alpha now. Stronger and so very addictive. Dean closed his eyes, attempting to pick out individuals. He didn’t bother stopping his wings quivering now, the uncontained excitement leading to one wingtip brushing against Sam’s hip. The full body shudder he received in response was pretty darn awesome!
Taking a deep breath, Dean could smell sugar, the forest after it rains, lavender, leather, and the myriad of scents that made up his – yes, he could say it now - his - alphas.
Oh. He could smell all of them.
--
Poor Sam had a squirmy, cuddly, delicious omega on his lap. He didn’t want to crowd Dean. And he wanted to pull him in for a kiss, to ravish him and mark him and take him apart. That definitely fell under crowding. So he couldn’t do that. Not yet. He never imagined he would have a naked omega on his lap and not know what to do with his hands. Could he touch? Should he touch? Rather than do the wrong thing, they traced the shape of Dean’s hips… not touching, just following the delicious curve. Looking up, Dean’s eyes had a hint of lust, and Sam felt his own wings flare in response.
--
As Sam’s wings flared, Dean tensed. He… he was ready for this. He really was. After all, what did he think would happen when jumping into Sam’s lap, well, that was as good as saying yes, right?
So what happened now? Was Sam going to grab him? Catch him and present him to his flock? Dean’s head was spinning, fear and lust chasing each other through is mind. Was this his fault? Was this him saying yes? Was Sam going to take it as a yes? After all his big talk of it being Dean’s choice? But was this Dean’s choice…?
Before Dean could get lost in his head, Sam pulled him into a hug. Dean’s muffled squeak was perfect. Just perfect.
“Thank you. Dean. Thank you.” Sam didn’t even try and hide the huge smile that split his face. “You are perfect. Just perfect. Everything is perfect!”
--
Dean’s arms came around Sam, and he leaned into his brothers’ chest, listening to his heartbeat, listening to the excited rhythm, scenting lightly, before nipping gently. Dead didn’t bother to hold back his grin at Sam’s squeak. Turnabout was fair play, after all. He didn’t even bother to control the spread of his wings. He didn’t even blush at the oil that dripped down his wings, catching at the tip, dark and viscous, before dropping to pool on the floor.
He eyed his feathers. Yes, they were still dark, but he could feel his true coloured feathers pulsing, ready to be set free.
He stretched luxuriously on Sam’s lap, grinding down on Sam’s hard length, feeling it thicken beneath him. Huh.
He looked straight at Sam. “Didn’t know it was possible for you to get harder, Sammy.”
“Dean!” The word was a broken whisper, a strangled cry. It was that as much as the scent of omega, of apple pie and motor oil and vanilla that had the alpha’s behind him perk up.
Dean could smell their arousal. And he could admit that he admired their restraint. They’d said they’d let Dean set the pace, and they had been true to their word.
Closing his eyes, Dean breathed them in. He was sure now. He’d made the decision. After the days’ events, surely he was entitled to one little freak out? He felt confident that no one would hold it against him. They were too busy admiring him. Wanting him.
Because although they smelt like nest, they also smelt like sex.
--
Permeating their fresh scents was the heady fragrance of arousal. Dean felt himself pout. All these alphas… these glorious alphas… and not a single one was touching him. His eyes flicked to Sam. Ok, so one was touching him. But Sam was holding him like he was a crystal vase. Like he might break. Not like an omega ready to mate with his nest.
And now that he was ready, that just wouldn’t do.
He knew it was up to him to make the next move, and with a wicked grin, Dean stretched one wing out as far he good: slowly, gently, teasingly. He sat up straight, wings high and proud and positively dripping with oil, so he flipped them, sending the oil and powder emulsion in every direction. Sam shot him an exasperated look, quickly himself. He opened his mouth, probably to tell him to clean up after himself.
Dean just leaned in for a kiss, effectively silencing him, before sitting straight up once more.
He glanced over his shoulder. Four pairs of eyes were trained on his wings. Behind them their wings flared, big and strong. They were magnificent. Dean felt a warmth fill his chest: they were magnificent. He glanced at Sammy, whose wings were up now too, mirroring Deans. Looking back at the other alphas - his alphas, they were all his alphas – Dean’s eyes drifted lower to their equally magnificent cocks. Staring straight a Michael’s dick, he dropped a wing, running his feathers along Sam’s: just the tips, just feeling the way they rubbed together.
Dean growled. It felt sticky. It felt unnatural. It felt wrong. He needed his wings to be clean.
“Dean…” Sam’s strangled voice. “Do you know what you’re…”
Leaning down, Dean bit Sam’s lip. Sam squeaked.
Again.
He’d deny it forever of course, but he had a room full of witnesses. Strong, gorgeous, totally willing to sex Dean up, witnesses. Witnesses, that Dean wanted all over his body. Now. Dean’s eyes glowed green as he shot a feral grin at Sam.
“Do I know what, Sammy?”
And Dean spread his wings with a dramatic flourish.
--
Then fell off Sam’s lap laughing as the wing gunk covered the alphas in the room.
“Fuck! That’s disgusting!” He splattered Lucifer all over his face, while Gabriel got it down his right side, and Castiel his left. Sammy was covered and Michael had magically avoided it.
“Oh that’s just perfect!”
No, thought Michael, staring at the peacock coloured wings as he waved away the last wing tar. They are perfect. One of the greens perfectly matched Dean’s eyes, breathtakingly beautiful. Although the other colours no less beautiful.
No, thought Sam, staring at Dean’s wide and open grin. I’ve never seen him so happy. This is perfect.
Castiel walked towards Dean, ignoring his brothers who reached out a hand to stop him. Leaning down, he picked up the emerald green feather, the only one to fall from Dean’s wings. The feather to complete their mating nest. This was perfect.
“Dean…” Castiel didn’t know what to say, how to say it. After all that had happened, he didn’t want to take the feather for granted. Was this a yes? Or was Dean just teasing them?
Still grinning, Dean waved vaguely at the feather. That… might have been a yes. Castiel looked beseechingly at their flock alpha.
Who growled, hauling Dean off Sam’s lap to his feet.
“No. No, you have to be certain. We can still step back, Dean. We can still woo you properly, but once you say yes, that’s your decision for the night. Once you say yes, you let us take over…” Michael traced a finger along Dean’s wingtip. Dean couldn’t help shivering. It was the first time anyone else had every touched his naked wings.
It felt good.
“I get it, Dean. You make your own decisions.” Michael’s lips quirked. “You’ve shown us that well and truly. But Dean…” Michael brought his larger wings round, his primaries just teasing Dean’s.
“Dean… If you choose this, right now? We’re an alpha flock claiming their omega.”
--
Why was Michael still talking? Dean feathers ruffled with irritation, and Michael soothingly petted them with his own. Turning his head, Dean couldn’t help but be captivated by the way Michael's mingled with his. So pretty, the green and blue and gold.
But soothing was not what Dean wanted. He wanted to pushed down and claimed, he wanted to fight against wings that dominated his… Happily there were more alphas in the room. Ones that might do what he wanted...
Ignoring Michael, Dean flexed, watching with a smug expression as all eyes moved with his dancing wings. Dean could imagine black wings… bronze wings… mottled wings… gold wings... blue-grey wings all pressing his down, while pressing into…
“Dean!”
Michael’s voice was sharp. They could all smell Dean’s arousal and not a single angel in the room was unaffected by it. Dean’s eyes were glowing gold with his lust and need. Dean wanted. And Michael wanted to give Dean what he wanted. But he’d made a promise, and Father forbid he break it…
“Dean. Do you know what you are agreeing to? That if you say yes…” and here Michael fought to keep his fingers from pulling at Dean’s feathers, “You’ll be ours? We’ll be yours? If you say yes tonight we seal the bond?”
Dean sighed. Of course he understood – what was he? A fledgling?! And of course he was fucking sure! Sure, it had been a bit of a rough ride getting there, but they’d given him space and now he’d made his decision: he wanted to be part of this nest. They’d listened when he said no. They’d respected that. And now, now before his hormones overran him, he was saying yes!
Dean wanted it all. Sure, he wanted to feel them, he wanted to fuck them, watch them with each other, taste them, scent them… But he wanted more than that. He wanted to sleep, safe, surrounded by wings and mates. He wanted to laugh with them, fly with them. Tease Sammy. Stroke Cas. Be held safe in Michael’s arms. Raise merry hell with Gabe and watch Star Wars with Lucifer. He wanted the every day.
He wanted to spend his life with them.
Grasping Michael’s face pulled him close. “In case it wasn’t obvious by the way I shoved my wings in your face,” and here Dean dropped his wings below Michaels, before sensually caressing Michael’s soft under feathers. Michael purred. “I’m saying yes. I’m saying yes to you and Sammy and Gabe and Luci and Cas. I’m saying yes to the nest. I’m saying yes to forever. I’m saying hurry up and frmmmm!”
Dean’s words were cut off as Michael dragged Dean in for another kiss. Dean willingly opened himself to Michael, attempting to convey how totally on board he was with the whole getting mated thing.
It apparently worked. After kissing him dizzy, Michael pulled back. Without looking away from Dean, he called to the other alphas.
“Is our mating bed ready?”
It wasn’t, if the fluffy of activity behind him was anything to go by.
--
“Is our mating bed ready?”
Gabriel sent Michael an annoyed look. Of course the bloody thing wasn’t ready. The whole point was to wait for Dean’s say so, and completing the bed would have taken that decision away from him.
From Dean.
From their omega.
“We have an omega.” Gabriel didn’t realise he’d spoken out loud, until Lucifer's arms came around him. Biting his hear, and grinding lightly against his ass, Lucifer agreed. “We have a nest. Will have a nest,” he corrected himself.
Castiel was still holding the feather… their omega’s first feather for the bed.
“Can I…?” Castiel stared at the feather cradled in his hands. It was beautiful. As beautiful as Dean. Despite the vivid variety of the colour in Dean’s wings (and Castiel was going to enjoy documenting each and every one when they had time. How many colours were there? Did they respond differently? Would Dean purr when blue was touched, but moan if it was a green one? Castiel needed to know. For science), the first feather was an emerald one. It matched Dean’s eyes. And the candles, he couldn’t help thinking smugly. But it shouldn’t be him. Michael… Michael had his hands delightfully full with Dean. Lucifer and Gabriel were busy with each other. So… “It shouldn’t be me… Sam?”
Sam shook his head, smiling. “You do it, Cas.”
Castiel bit his lip. That didn’t feel right. The nest was about everyone. “Sam? Together?”
A delighted grin crossed Sam’s face, and Castiel couldn’t help returning it. This is exactly what the right omega did – brought everyone together. All fears soothed, Castiel was all business. His gaze turned to the bed. This feather had to be placed just right. Sure, throughout the evening they would weave more in, but this one, this first one…
“There!”
Sam pointed at a spot. Castiel squinted. It seemed ok. It was central near the top and oh! If he was careful it would touch all of their feathers. He couldn’t help the grin that covered his face.
“Sam. It’s perfect.”
Castiel threaded his fingers with Sam, his wings fluttering nervously. They all needed to be here, on the bed for this… but now he felt shy. Sam, wonderful alpha that he was, took pity on him.
“Everyone on the bed! Dean, come here and kiss me.”
Dean dragged his mouth away from Michael's long enough to complain. “But I like what I’m doing now. Michael finally got on board!”
“You’ll like it even better when you’re getting fucked, and that isn’t happening til we’re all on the bed. Gabe! Luci! C’mon…” Sam didn’t want to wait another moment. He’d wanted this for so long it didn’t feel real. His body was tense, and he couldn’t shake the fear that somehow this was somehow an elaborate joke. That Dean would balk before he got to the bed. Sam wanted it too much. He wanted it all: Dean, the alphas. The nest bond… it was everything Sam had ever wanted. Sam never got everything he wanted.
Lucifer and Gabriel were immediately on him, Gabriel kissing along Sam’s jaw, Lucifer pulling gently on his wings, stopping only when he gasped in pleasure.
Allowing himself to lean back into Lucifer's hold, Sam thought to himself, maybe this time will be different.
--
Michael pulled away, but Dean followed his mouth, wanting more, wanting everything. He couldn’t help laughing. Although Dean had been reticent, he was now all omega, wanting nothing more than to have his alphas in every way possible.
“I’ll knot you soon, little one,” Michael informed Dean. “But not yet.”
Dean glared at him, eyes still bright with annoyance and arousal, wings arched high. Michael just raised an eyebrow.
“You think those wings can hold mine down?”
Dean licked his lips. Probably not, but he was totally willing to try. Seeing the determination in Dean’s eyes, Michael threw back his head and laughed. Pulling Dean in close, he kissed him again, before sweeping Dean into his arms, princess style.
Dean did not squeak.
“I knew you were perfect, Dean. And I promise you, you’ll have as many opportunities as you like to try and pin my wings.”
“But you can’t let me win. That’s not the way it’s played, right, Sammy?”
Sam answered distractedly, having moved from Gabriel and Lucifers arms back to the bed. Fingers were softly stroking the mattress, where Dean’s feather was to be woven in. “Yeah. He likes to be beat fair and square.”
Dean would have argued, but Michael had reached the bed. He dropped Dean, who was ready to tell growl at the alpha until he felt how soft the bed was. Using all his self-control Dean did not just drop and roll around like a puppy. Instead he politely drew himself to his knees, running gentle fingers over the feathers. Soft and strong. Just like his soon-to-be mates.
A flash of heat ran through Dean’s body. Soon… soon he’d be…
Before he could get too nervous, he was wrapped in Michael’s wings. The rest of the alphas had joined them on the bed. Although Dean knew he would feel a bit nervous if they were all paying attention to him, he was a bit miffed at the way Gabriel and Lucifer were making out.
Miffed but turned on…
--
Michael decided he needed to take charge. Enjoyable as it was seeing his alphas so happy there was actually a ritual they needed to complete.
Two, actually.
But before he could say anything Sam had pulled Dean in for a kiss, and this time he didn’t stop his hands from wandering over Dean’s hips, caressing the curve before pulling him in close. Dean melted into his body, and Sam tucked him tight, so Dean’s cock slid over his. Sam felt an electric When Dean attempted to pull back as he gasped, Sam followed, never letting his lips leave his brothers. It was only when Dean started to rut against him that Sam pulled back.
The sight of those glazed, lust ridden eyes would be forever burned into his mind. Fuck…
“What the fuck, Sammy? You a fuckin’ tease now?”
It took all of Sam’s willpower to not push his brother down and knot him then and there. But there was an order to it all. And not even the world’s bossiest (and cutest. and sexiest) omega was going to change that.
Before Dean could yell at his brother, he found himself flat on his back, Michael above him. Michael’s eyes were now glowing alpha red, and his cock poked Dean’s stomach.
Now this was more like it…
--
Michael stared into Dean’s eyes. Dean. Their omega. Their pushy, horny omega, who was rutting himself against Michael’s thigh, and while that felt more than nice…
Sighing sadly, Michael licked a hot, wet swipe along the side of his neck. Dean tasted so delicious, but he couldn’t partake. Not yet. Dean wasn’t going to be happy.
“Like Sam, I would love nothing more than to knot you right now…” Actually, that was a lie. He desperately wanted to mark Dean. But Michael believed in the proper order of things. Because Michael believed in happy ever after. His flock deserved happy ever after.
“That’s a lie!” Now that Dean was wing powder free, he could smell everything better: alpha scent, emotions and lies. Dean’s nose twitched, and though his eyes blazed with annoyance, curiosity also lurked. They’d been trying to fuck him all day, and now Michael had other priorities? It better be pretty fucking important…
“Only the flock can bond with the omega to make a nest.”
For some reason that caused the alphas to pause. Why? All of this was common knowledge? That’s why alphas formed flocks first, and went hunting for an omega together. Because once the nest bond was formed, that was it. That was the group for eternity. Although why Michael was… Oh. Sammy. Dean’s eyes flicked to his brother, and Michael rewarded him with a chaste kiss on the forehead.
“Don’t think anyone’s forgotten you, Dean. There’s just a rightful order to things.”
Although he huffed and fluffed his wings in annoyance, but it was all a show. Dean knew there wasn’t another option. Not unless he wanted a nest without Sam, and given the way his gut clenched just at the thought, that was obviously not an option.
Dean pushed himself up onto his elbows.
“Fine. Go bond with Sam. It’s not like you kidnapped me to come bond with you. I’ll go find a corner and play by myself.”
He hadn’t really been expecting a response. Overly dramatic petulant whining generally got ignored by Sam. Plus, where was he going to go? If he left now, smelling like an omega that needed to be mated, which, let’s face it, he was, then the first flock he met would have him in an instant. Dean shuddered. He didn’t want that. He wanted cock, but he knew which cocks he wanted. Shaking his head to clear it, Dean looked around. And couldn’t help licking his lips. He also really, really wanted someone’s cock in him. He was in a room full of magnificent alphas… and they all looked so delicious…
Dean’s idle thoughts was interrupted by Castiel.
“You don’t wish to observe us Sam bringing us to completion over and over again, being marked by each of is in turn with our sigils?”
Dean had to mentally walk his way through that, before shaking his head in disgust. “Cas, we’ve really gotta work on your dirty talk.”
Michael coughed behind his hand, but the other alphas didn’t bother hiding their amusement. Gabriel threw back his head and laughed out loud. Dean couldn’t help an answering grin. There was just so much happy in the room!
Lucifer bumped shoulders with the now pouting Castiel. “That’s what we’ve been telling you.”
Gabriel pulled him in for a hug, “But we love you just the way you are.”
Wiggling out from under Michael, Dean made his way over to his brother, collapsing on his lap. At the questioning look, Dean explained, “This is my last chance to…” Dean trailed off as he tried to think of a manly word for ‘cuddle’. Unable to think of one he blazed on, ‘While you’re just my brother. Soon you’re going to belong to everyone.” Sighing, Dean snuggled in.
“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Sam kept his voice low. The other alpha angels were currently in the middle of a heated debate (and Sam blushed, knowing it was about how they were going to bring him in to the flock. He wanted this! How he wanted this. But only if Dean did. Only if Dean was sure.)
Dean punched him in the chest.
“Ow!”
“I don’t think it’s me having the problems listening to other people, Samantha.” Sam just rubbed his chest. Dean’s face lit up with a wicked grin. “While it’s true that I’m about to get fucked by you all,” and nothing could have stopped Sam’s groan as Dean ground down on him. Soon… soon he’d be fucking his brother… “I do wonder how they’re going to welcome you to the flock. Hope they don’t tire themselves out fucking you… Would you like that, Sammy? Taking all your alphas one after the other… or maybe you fuck them. Could you do that?” Dean shifted in Sam’s lap, reaching down to grasp his brothers throbbing cock, leering at Sam. “So hard, Sammy? Who would you fuck first? I’ve seen the way you look at Lucifer.” Dean cocked an eyebrow. “He looks like he lgllrrmm!”
The rest of Dean’s words were garbled as Sam’s hand stopped his speech. “Father, Dean! I never realised you had such a mouth on you!”
In retaliation Dean placed an open mouthed kiss on Sam’s palm. Before gripping Sam’s hand, pulling it down to allow his tongue to snake up Sam’s fingers, before sucking two into his mouth. Sam fixated on the pink lips, sucking in two of his fingers deep. With a lewd pop Dean released them.
“No one’s ever complained about my mouth before.”
Sam pursed his lips. Then couldn’t control the laughter that bubbled up. “Just add an eye brow wiggle and that is exactly what Gabriel would have done.”
Dean grinned back. “I can understand why you like him, if he’s like me.”
Dean added an eyebrow wiggle.
--
Castiel’s gaze was caught on the two brothers, until Lucifer nudged him. “We are only talking about how to bring Sam into the flock, nothing important at all Castiel.” Lucifer gave a frustrated huff. “What could be more important than that?”
Castiel simply smiled. “Dean and Sam are friends.”
Lucifer felt his face soften and the frustration drain out of him. Poor Cas! Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer had been focused on Dean – just Dean and how to bring him into the flock. Cas though… He’d been so worried about the two brothers. He hadn’t been around for the heady days of Michael and Lucifer battling it out in the Heavens. The storms of their battles were legendary.
Frowning, Lucifer decided it was probably a good thing Castiel hadn’t been around. If today’s small (but no less important. Today had been as much about forever as Michael and Lucifer’s arguments) sibling spat had distressed Castiel to this extent, Father knows how he would have reacted to Michael and Lucifer!
Castiel – his socially awkward, deeply loving angel. Even if Dean had rejected the flock, Lucifer felt sure Castiel would have made sure the brothers were ok. Lucifer felt all these emotions well up, and it was too much. What he really needed to do was leap from their nest and fly as fast and far as he could, announcing to all that they had formed a nest. Of course they hadn’t yet, so he couldn’t. Plus his nest would probably be pissed if he left them to gloat to the neighbours, so he had to settle for pulling Cas into a headlock and ruffling his feathers.
Castiel squeaked and tried to get away, but Lucifer was the stronger alpha, easily holding his brother. As Castiel struggled, Lucifer's thoughts turned to the bed. Because soon? Soon they would be bonding with their last flock mate, then completing the nesting ceremony with their omega.
Some days it was good to be alive!
--
“… So we’re agreed?”
Oh shit. Michael hadn’t stopped talking when Lucifer stopped to chastise Cas. Then Lucifer got side tracked (and who could blame him? he had such pretty mates?), and Michael still hadn’t stopped. He thought about faking it, just agreeing so Michael would be satisfied, but by the stern eyebrow and crossed arms Michael knew exactly what had occurred.
Gabriel grinned at him. “Gee Luci, we’re only talking about how to bring Sam into the flock, nothing important at all…”
Michael pulled Lucifer’s wings sharply. “Play with Gabriel another time. We have two important – and happy – rituals to complete.” Michael turned sadly to Sam. “ I thought we would have plenty of time for this. To plan out what we all wanted. I am not sure what you imagined, Sam, but I fear it will be less...”
Michael's voice trailed off, unable to find the words.
Cradling Dean on his lap, Sam smiled at his flock alpha. “I don’t mind how I’m brought in. I never dreamed that I would get this so,” he shrugged, “Never thought about how I wanted it to go. But this? This is what I wanted. This family is all I ever wanted.”
Dean gagged. “Ridiculously sappy, Samantha. Sure you aren’t an omega?”
Sam just smiled and cuddled him closer.
--
Michael turned back to the alphas and Dean moved restlessly on Sam’s lap. This was taking forever and Michael was still fucking talking. Didn’t Sam just agree to do whatever they wanted? Dean really wanted to get fucked. Which meant Sam had to get fucked. Or whatever they were going to do now. Which meant they should hurry up and stop talking, fuck Sam, and then Dean. Dean flared his feathers with annoyance, and he was then unwillingly soothed as Sam stroked him with a long, sensuous slide of his own, much as Michael had done earlier. Dean leaned back into it. Fine. Since he had to wait he was may as well enjoy it. And he was! He'd never had the opportunity for any feather on feather action. Having coated his wings practically his whole life, he’d never gotten to experience how fucking good it felt. And it really did feel good.
But this wasn’t what he wanted. Snarling to himself, and ignoring the way Sam’s wings tightening in warning, Dean flexed his wings, rubbing his primaries over Sam’s, before purring perhaps a little louder than necessary. The response was immediate: the room filled with wings arched high in a dominant display. Dean licked his lips. He wanted that. He wanted…
“Dean!”
Michael called him to order. They were all eager to move this on. But it had to be done right. Sam, their beloved alpha, deserved the best. He would be the last alpha to be brought into their flock. And it was important. If they had time, Michael would have taken a week, each of the flock lavishing love and affection on Sam. Showing him how truly wanted and valued he was.
But Dean happened.
Which was a good thing. Without Dean they wouldn’t have Sam. And visa versa. Michael shook his head, trying to clear it. It was hard to keep himself focused, let alone the rest of the flock. A certain omega kept ramping up their pheromones, overpowering even the rut scent from the alphas. Which was making it all so much more difficult to make decisions and get things done. And now Dean was glaring at Michael, albeit in a very sexy way… Michael’s eyes narrowed in return. He was going to enjoy putting Dean in his place. But first things first.
Michael had to be sure.
Although Dean had agreed to join the nest, he wasn’t sure Dean understood what being their omega entailed. And he had to make sure Dean understood. Dean was obviously used to being in control. But it wouldn’t always be like that. You don’t get five dominant alphas - five-ish dominant alphas, Michael amended to himself, eyes sliding to Lucifer – who were just going to roll over and beg. That was Dean’s role. Michael needed to hear that this was what Dean wanted.
Because once this started, Michael wasn’t sure he could hold back. He certainly didn’t want to hold back. And by the way wings were filling the room, no one else did either.
“Dean. I have to ask you again, to make sure you know what you’re agreeing to. Should you say yes, tonight you will be bound to us forever."
Dean was mouthing ‘blah blah blah’ along with Michael. Michael fought with himself, wings quivering with the effort of not scooping Dean up and placing him in his arm and putting his mouth to better use, “You’ll be our omega? Our submissive?”
Dean sighed.
“We’ve been over this so many fucking times!”
Quicker than Dean’s eyes could follow, Michael was there, in front of him, hand firmly on his chin forcing eye contact.
“No. We haven’t. We haven’t talked about this. We got off to a bad start, and we have managed to come through that, to the point where you also want to join with the nest. And that makes me happy, Dean. Very happy.” And Michael could forgive his lapse in self-control, pushing his hard cock into Dean’s hips, enjoying the small gasp and wiggle the omega gave. From Sam’s stifled groan he enjoyed Dean’s response as well.
“We already love you. We’ll spoil you and woo you and…”
“And won’t try to control what you do outside the nest.” Lucifer thought back to Dean’s comments about hunting. He could continue if he wanted. Now he would just have more back up if you needed.
“Much…” Dean didn’t hear, but Lucifer and Gabriel hid their grins. Cas, the alpha with the heart of a mother hen, could barely let the alphas go off alone. Gabriel thought Dean was probably going to find himself with a new hunting partner. Or maybe the three of them – Dean, Sam and Cas - would team up more often. Cas wouldn't stop Dean hunting, but he'd rather be dead than not be there when Dean needed him.
Before Lucifer and Gabriel could really start teasing Castiel, Michael’s wings tensed and quivered with annoyance. It was subtle, but they knew their alpha well, and it was enough that they shut up.
--
Michael could understand their need to be joke around and defuse the tension.
But this was important.
With a snap of his wings, his focus was back on Dean.
“So we’ll look after you, and,” Michael tightened his grip as the omega opened his mouth to argue, forcing Dean’s words to come to a halt, “And you will look after us. But Dean. Once you agree to be our omega, there are no take backs. It's forever. And before this evening is through, every alpha in this room is going to touch you, and taste you. Push you on your back, hold your wings down, and fuck you until they come.” Michael’s breath ghosted across Dean’s ear, before he bit it sharply.
Dean squeaked.
“And you’ll do much more than squeak, Dean. I want to hear you moan and sob and beg. I want to see you squirming on my knot, begging for more when it’s already too much. I want to watch Lucifer and Gabriel and Castiel and Sam take you. I want to coat my hands in your oil while my mates fuck you. I want to coat my alphas in your oil and come. And…” Michaels laid a trail of kisses down Dean’s neck, before laying a kiss at the base of his throat.
“And I want to mark you. So. Be very sure you know what you are agreeing to.”
--
Dean shifted uncomfortably. He could feel his slick dripping from him, Michael’s words calling to that sweetly submissive part of him. Fuck. He… he knew they were alphas. And you heard stories of possessive alphas. But now that he was sitting here being told what they wanted to do? All he wanted to do was drop to the bed and present. He could almost feel Michael’s wings on him… pressing him down, holding him in place while he moaned and tried to move. And he wouldn't be able to. Michael was strong. A quick glance around the room, and Dean bit back a moan. They were all strong. Licking his lips, Dean’s eyes started to glow gold. He reached for Michael, pulling him in for a hard kiss.
A slight smile teased at Michael’s lips. That was a pretty enthusiastic ‘yes’.
--
Dean wanted Michael now. Leaning in, he bit and licked at Michael’s lips as he tried to demand entry. Michael was immovable as stone. Hissing a little at being thwarted, he couldn’t stop his little purr when Michael picked him up.
Who then, to Dean’s intense displeasure, removed him from the bed and placed him gently on a (very comfortable, it must be admitted) seat made of the pillows previously scattered around the bed. Dean stroked them softly. While not as nice as the bed, the colours matched. The pillows matched their feathers. It wasn’t entirely unpleasureable, but he wanted to up there, with them. Preferably with them in him. Huffing, he pushed himself up, only to have Michael grip his wrists and forcing them to his sides.
Dean struggled, but knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere. Michael had his firm expression on.
It still didn’t stop him spitting an angry “What?” at his alpha.
“Stay.” Michael ordered. He turned back, to make his way towards Sam, before pausing and facing Dean again. “If you don’t, I’ll have to make sure you stay there.”
Dean’s dick twitched.
--
Sighing sadly, Dean decided it was completely unfair. He had been extremely comfortable on Sammy’s lap. He’d even been nice and polite and made a (semi serious) effort to reign in his ‘come fuck me’ pheromones.
And now he was getting a live sex show and expected to do nothing but watch? That seemed incredibly unfair.
Also unfair was the way Michael just picked him like he weighed nothing at all and moved him off the bed. He manfully tried to repress the smile threatening to corrupt his lips. Oh well. He’d better get used to that. He’d often played around with Sammy, but it had felt like they were much more evenly matched. Now it seemed that Sam’d pulled his strength. That wasn't how they played. Frowning, Dean contemplated possible retributions.
Sprawling back into the pillows, Dean the action on the bed caught his eye. And wow. They matched the nests feathers? Fucking weird, that’s what it was. But also very opulent. He couldn’t help reaching down and stroking the soft silk.
Surely he'd only been thinking for a few minutes, but when he looked up again, the bed was a totally different scene. The alphas were arrange around Sam: Cas was kissing Sam. And it looked like Cas knew how to kiss, if the way Sam was panting and moaning was anything to go by. Dean stared at the spit shiny lips, and how swollen they were. Sam's lips looked soft, while Castiel's were a little chapped, probably rough to touch. Sam groaned again. Yes... it seemed like Cas highly skilled with that mouth.
Or maybe it was Lucifer’s tongue in his ass. Both hands gripped Sammy's ass, spreading them to reveal his pretty hole. Well, Dean imagined it was pretty. At least the image of Lucifer, face buried in Sam's ass was very pretty.
Sam's moaned against Castiel's lips. Hips shaking.
Dean couldn't help leaning forward for a better look. Sam's hips twitched, like he didn't know whether to push backwards onto Lucifer's tongue, or forward, where Gabriel and Michael worshiped his cock. And didn't they look like they loved every minute of it.
Dean licked his lips and reached down to squeeze his own cock, partly as a preventative measure - he didn't want to come too soon - partly just because it felt so damn good. Although he was ready to get down to business, as it were, if he wasn't going to get any action he may as well enjoy the show, and take a good look at what was going to be his... Dean had done a lot of fucking around in his time, but he’d never been with an alpha. And he’d only ever topped. No way to bottom as an omega and not be found out.
Sliding a loose fist up the length of his cock, his precome easing the way. Vaguely he wondered how it would feel if he coated his hand in his slick... or his oil. Huh. Omega sex seemed like it could get messy. Deliciously messy... Looking over at all the alpha cock, Dean's cock throbbed in his hand. Although they were all lavishing attention on Sammy, the alphas were all very interested in the proceedings, cocks daubing their bellies with precome as they worked Sam over. Dean didn't begrudge Sam the attention. Sam's eyes were glazed, with lust, but also with happiness. He was radiating home and love and just a sense of belonging. His blue-grey wings were shivering, constantly moving to touch each of his alphas, never resting long, fluttering and flittering so no one was left out. Castiel's hand came out to tug firmly at his wing. Dean watched as Sam attempted to regroup, just accept the hands and mouths and wings all over his body.
No, Dean didn't begrudge Sam any of it. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't tense with exciting and longing. He was going to get to have it all! That was… that was amazing really. Somewhere, in the deepest, darkest depths of his most private and personal thoughts, he’d thought about this, about having a nest. But he never really believed it would happen.
After all, who would want an omega like him?
This group of saps, as it turned out. Dean was pretty sure he could wrap them all around his little finger. And wasn't that going to be fun…
Turning his attention back to Sam, he watched as Michael sucked one of Sam’s balls into his mouth. Dean already knew Michael had gorgeous lips and watching has he nibbled gently while rolling the other between his fingers and pulling quite firmly-! Dean’s eye’s flicked to Sam’s face: Sam's mouth was open in a silent moan, head thrown back. Castiel's mouth had moved to Sam's jaw and Dean was certain he could see bruises already forming
So little brother liked a little pain with his pleasure. Eyes shining, Dean thought about exploring his little brother, even as his hand drifted lower, lightly stroking his balls. He idly wondered if he would have Michael’s mouth there tonight.
An almighty pop caught his attention as Gabriel released Sam's cock. Sam clutched at Gabriel's head, trying to push him forward. Making eye contact with Dean, Gabriel slowly lowered his lips, kissing the tip before taking Sam's leaking tip in his mouth and sucking. Sam collapsed, held up only by the hands on him. Dean felt himself drool, whether at the sight of those lips stretched around Sam, the thought of those lips on him, or his own lips on Sam, he didn’t know. All he knew was he wanted it, and he wanted it now.
--
Sam’s eyelids fluttered as he Gabriel sucked. When he pulled off with a lewd pop, Sam clutched at his head, wanted that mouth right back where it had been. Gabriel resisted, and Sam looked down with hooded eyes. He was sure he wasn’t the only angel in the room who groaned at the string of precome still connecting Gabriel’s grin with his cock.
“Like that, Samsquatch? I did.” He lasciviously licked his lips. “You taste damn fine.”
He leaned back down, nosing along Sam’s length, before running his tongue along the pulsing vein. Sam grabbed Cas’s face, pulling up from his throat and to his mouth. He didn’t know what came over him… he’d never felt the need to fight Cas for dominance before, but Sam found himself biting at Cas's lip, tongue swooping in as his gasp laid him open, taking control both of Cas and the kiss. Maybe it was Dean. Maybe he felt the need to show Dean that he was strong and could take care of him.
--
Dean felt a familiar heat coiling in his belly. They all made such a pretty picture. The way wings interlaced and let go, only to mingle with a different set. Dean bit his lip. Did they really expect him to not touch himself? That would be a cruel and unusual punishment. Also unrealistic. An old hand at self-pleasure, Dean was pretty confident he could get himself off twice during Sam’s initiation.
Quickly, just to the sight of Sam being pleasured by four alphas, and then more slowly, enjoying it as they took him apart, bit by bit.
They would, wouldn’t they? Slowly pleasure Sam until he was out of his mind with lust and want and need? That’s what Dean would do. While he wasn’t really sure what the rituals required, he was sure it involved a lot of pleasure. He was just happy knowing he was going to get at least one of those glorious cocks up his ass sooner rather than later. The thought had him groaning, his ass starting to slick up. Wiggling up onto his knees, Dean gripped himself in one hand, the other fluttering down to tease at his hole.
He didn’t think his groan had been loud, but the suddenly the whole room stopped.
It was disconcerting being pinned by four whirling red alpha gazes. Sam was still panting and mouthing at the side of Cas's jaw.
It was even more disconcerting to have Cas – Cas! Sweet and gentle Cas! – growl at him, and with a flick of a wrist bind his hands behind his back and the base of his cock with grace.
“Cas! What the fuck?” Dean didn’t even try to stop the shocked annoyance in his voice.
Cas just growled at him. “That’s ours, Dean. I know we haven’t had time to go over the rules yet, but this can’t be a surprise.”
Dean sent him his best ‘unimpressed big brother’ look, hoping for a better response. While he and Cas engaged in a staring match, Lucifer intervened.
“Everything about you belongs to us – from the tops of your beautiful wings, to the tips of your toes and everything in between.”
Gabriel took over, with a wicked grin. “And that includes your pretty little cock. Better get used to it, Dean-o.”
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Dean mentally wrestled with his wings. Now that his mind was on board with his body, the damn had a mind of their own. They wanted to shake off the omega products, and reveal themselves. They wanted to be petted and cosseted and admired and well and truly debauched.
But not yet. He told them sternly. Well, not quite yet. Soon? Sammy still hadn’t begged enough.
Dean accepted that Sam knew he was wrong, he even accepted the apology. But something deep within him would only be assuaged through the alpha angel begging. Dean didn’t even know where it came from: he’d never felt the need before, and Dean was no poster child to letting little brothers get away with anything.
It was through great force of will that Dean regrouped. He battled with his wings, forcing them to sort of… slink down. Did they look frightened enough? No. He adjusted the angle. There! That looked more cowed and broken. Surreptitiously glancing around, he noted the he was too late. His ‘sad wings routine’ fooled no one. Except perhaps Cas. Cas – Father bless his little heart – was tense again, and Michael looked like he was torn between jumping up and gathering Dean into his arms, or taking the alphas in his arms and removing them from Dean’s space! Dean laughed to himself. The sooner they realised what a bad influence Dean was, the better. Gabriel had a huge grin and Lucifer sort of smirked at him.
Even Sam wasn’t buying it now. Minutes ago he had been almost in tears, ready to beg for Dean’s forgiveness. But now Sam’s wings were back to cocky, and a half smirk painted his face. Dean had missed his chance. Oh well. Dean huffed and flipped his wings back. He’d never been great at timing. Although he’d wanted Sam to beg and wheedle more, this was ok too. He liked it when Sammy was happy.
“You should have wooed me.”
Okay… that was unexpected. When Dean had opened his mouth he thought he would say something like kiss me! Kiss me as if it were our last time, but now that it was out there, Dean found it was true. It was damn unfair! He liked presents. He liked pie… And when exactly had the issue become ‘you never give me pie’ as opposed to ‘you kidnapped me’?
Huh. Who could understand nesting instincts? Father did indeed move in mysterious ways.
Sam looked guilty again. “I… yeah. Yeah, we should have. We should have treated you how you deserve to be treated. We should have bought you gifts. Showed you we could be good providers…”
Dean eyed Sam thoughtfully. “What would you have given me?”
Dean blinked as Sam’s face lit up with excitement. Sam’s wings had spread without him realising: they were high and proud, and the primaries were flickering along with Sam’s voice. God, the kid was cute when he was excited. Inhaling, Dean caught the scent of apple cinnamon (Sammy had a scent like his? Amazing… not as good as apple pie… but not so bad…), leather and books (of course. Sammy was a nerd after all.)
“I’d get you an anklet with gemstones to match your emerald eyes.”
The emerald eyes blinked. That was weirdly specific.
“You mean you imagined getting your omega an anklet that matched their eyes.” Dean corrected, although his heart had jumped a little.
Sam gave him an exasperated smile. “Haven’t you listened to a word I said? I’ve always imagined you were my omega. You, Dean. So much so that I didn’t want another omega – I’d rather’ve forsaken my nest and live you, with my beta brother.” Sam shook his head. “Look Dean, I know I went about this the wrong way, but for the love of Father, listen to me! You are everything I wanted – everything I want!
Dean sighed again. He was such a soft touch. Cracking his neck, Dean hid his grin. He wanted this. He wanted them! So he was doing this. He was in.
And if he was in? He was going in 100%.
--
Sam was confused. Dean was all over the place. He’d been angry and upset – justifiably so. But then he’d calmed down. His wings had been all come hither and touch me, before slinking down to their fake sad position (so obvious! Dean had never been able to lie with his wings. Not that Sam had ever told him) but now… that had been a real question. That wasn’t Dean playing Dean games. So what was he doing? What could Sam say to convince Dean that he was for real? That this was for real? That this flock would let Dean be Dean, despite the somewhat difficult…
“Oof!”
Finding himself with a lapful of Dean, Sam’s sad train of thought was broken.
Despite the omega in his lap, Sam couldn’t believe it. “…Dean?
Dean just smiled at him, wrapping his arms around Sam and dropping his head to his chest. Sam dropped his head, breathing in the scent of Dean. Of apple pie. Vanilla. And motor oil. Dean smelt like…
Oh.
Dean smelt like nest.
This, Sam decided, was amazing. Dean had always been tactile, giving hugs as often as Sam needed them (which was a lot, thank you very much), but now that Sam knew what Dean was? It meant… more. He wanted it to mean more! Although Sam was supposed to be reflecting on his poor behaviour, he couldn’t. Not when he pretty much held everything he wanted in his arms.
Sam’s arms tightened around his brother. He was glad his face was hidden against Dean’s hair, unable to stop the tears. Sam currently held the key to everything he wanted in his arms.
--
Dean wiggled on Sam’s lap. Sam was still hard. That felt… nice. Actually, better than nice. It felt fucking fantastic. He’d never really had the chance to do this. As an alpha, Sam had no sexual interest in a beta, so rubbing himself against Sam would have just made them both uncomfortable. As an omega-masquerading-as-a-beta, there had been no other option but to top – the suppressants didn’t stop him getting slick when he was fucked, an immediate give away as to his true gender. But now? Now he could actually do all those things he fantasised about when fucking other people.
Sam’s muffled gasp sent heat straight to his belly, and send his mind into overdrive.
Was he going to do this? Was he really going to do this? Accept this flock of headstrong alphas, nest with them, despite them all lacking in common sense? He wiggled around, so he could see the other alphas properly.
Sam’s gasps and groans were simply an added benefit.
“Something wrong, Sammy?” He looked back at his brother, and couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. Sam’s eyes were glazed with arousal. Before he could tease him further, the of feathers drew his attention, and glancing over his shoulder he looked at the alphas, wings (and cocks, not that Dean was looking there, not with such glorious wings…) high and dominant, eyes half lidded, expressions intense. Looking at him.
Dean couldn’t help preening a little.
Ah. They still gorgeous. Even when he thought they were violent knot heads, they were pretty to look at. Now that he knew he had their… well, their respect and possible obedience… they were beautiful. Even better, Dean’s omega scent was starting to permeate, cutting through the scent blocking function of his products. He breathed deeply, inhaling the alpha scent. And oh yes, if that didn’t make his head spin…
Turning back to his brother, Dean pressed his nose against Sam’s chest. Sammy smelt even better up close, but he knew there were other delicious places close by. Nuzzling his nose to the pulse point in Sam’s throat, Dean inhaled again and yeah. There it was.
Sammy.
Sammy… but more.
Nest.
Home.
Love.
And sex.
A shiver went through him, from the top of his head to the tips of the wings. He didn’t bother to hide his smile as the movement focused attention on his wings, causing the sharp gasps around him.
He could smell alpha now. Stronger and so very addictive. Dean closed his eyes, attempting to pick out individuals. He didn’t bother stopping his wings quivering now, the uncontained excitement leading to one wingtip brushing against Sam’s hip. The full body shudder he received in response was pretty darn awesome!
Taking a deep breath, Dean could smell sugar, the forest after it rains, lavender, leather, and the myriad of scents that made up his – yes, he could say it now - his - alphas.
Oh. He could smell all of them.
--
Poor Sam had a squirmy, cuddly, delicious omega on his lap. He didn’t want to crowd Dean. And he wanted to pull him in for a kiss, to ravish him and mark him and take him apart. That definitely fell under crowding. So he couldn’t do that. Not yet. He never imagined he would have a naked omega on his lap and not know what to do with his hands. Could he touch? Should he touch? Rather than do the wrong thing, they traced the shape of Dean’s hips… not touching, just following the delicious curve. Looking up, Dean’s eyes had a hint of lust, and Sam felt his own wings flare in response.
--
As Sam’s wings flared, Dean tensed. He… he was ready for this. He really was. After all, what did he think would happen when jumping into Sam’s lap, well, that was as good as saying yes, right?
So what happened now? Was Sam going to grab him? Catch him and present him to his flock? Dean’s head was spinning, fear and lust chasing each other through is mind. Was this his fault? Was this him saying yes? Was Sam going to take it as a yes? After all his big talk of it being Dean’s choice? But was this Dean’s choice…?
Before Dean could get lost in his head, Sam pulled him into a hug. Dean’s muffled squeak was perfect. Just perfect.
“Thank you. Dean. Thank you.” Sam didn’t even try and hide the huge smile that split his face. “You are perfect. Just perfect. Everything is perfect!”
--
Dean’s arms came around Sam, and he leaned into his brothers’ chest, listening to his heartbeat, listening to the excited rhythm, scenting lightly, before nipping gently. Dead didn’t bother to hold back his grin at Sam’s squeak. Turnabout was fair play, after all. He didn’t even bother to control the spread of his wings. He didn’t even blush at the oil that dripped down his wings, catching at the tip, dark and viscous, before dropping to pool on the floor.
He eyed his feathers. Yes, they were still dark, but he could feel his true coloured feathers pulsing, ready to be set free.
He stretched luxuriously on Sam’s lap, grinding down on Sam’s hard length, feeling it thicken beneath him. Huh.
He looked straight at Sam. “Didn’t know it was possible for you to get harder, Sammy.”
“Dean!” The word was a broken whisper, a strangled cry. It was that as much as the scent of omega, of apple pie and motor oil and vanilla that had the alpha’s behind him perk up.
Dean could smell their arousal. And he could admit that he admired their restraint. They’d said they’d let Dean set the pace, and they had been true to their word.
Closing his eyes, Dean breathed them in. He was sure now. He’d made the decision. After the days’ events, surely he was entitled to one little freak out? He felt confident that no one would hold it against him. They were too busy admiring him. Wanting him.
Because although they smelt like nest, they also smelt like sex.
--
Permeating their fresh scents was the heady fragrance of arousal. Dean felt himself pout. All these alphas… these glorious alphas… and not a single one was touching him. His eyes flicked to Sam. Ok, so one was touching him. But Sam was holding him like he was a crystal vase. Like he might break. Not like an omega ready to mate with his nest.
And now that he was ready, that just wouldn’t do.
He knew it was up to him to make the next move, and with a wicked grin, Dean stretched one wing out as far he good: slowly, gently, teasingly. He sat up straight, wings high and proud and positively dripping with oil, so he flipped them, sending the oil and powder emulsion in every direction. Sam shot him an exasperated look, quickly himself. He opened his mouth, probably to tell him to clean up after himself.
Dean just leaned in for a kiss, effectively silencing him, before sitting straight up once more.
He glanced over his shoulder. Four pairs of eyes were trained on his wings. Behind them their wings flared, big and strong. They were magnificent. Dean felt a warmth fill his chest: they were magnificent. He glanced at Sammy, whose wings were up now too, mirroring Deans. Looking back at the other alphas - his alphas, they were all his alphas – Dean’s eyes drifted lower to their equally magnificent cocks. Staring straight a Michael’s dick, he dropped a wing, running his feathers along Sam’s: just the tips, just feeling the way they rubbed together.
Dean growled. It felt sticky. It felt unnatural. It felt wrong. He needed his wings to be clean.
“Dean…” Sam’s strangled voice. “Do you know what you’re…”
Leaning down, Dean bit Sam’s lip. Sam squeaked.
Again.
He’d deny it forever of course, but he had a room full of witnesses. Strong, gorgeous, totally willing to sex Dean up, witnesses. Witnesses, that Dean wanted all over his body. Now. Dean’s eyes glowed green as he shot a feral grin at Sam.
“Do I know what, Sammy?”
And Dean spread his wings with a dramatic flourish.
--
Then fell off Sam’s lap laughing as the wing gunk covered the alphas in the room.
“Fuck! That’s disgusting!” He splattered Lucifer all over his face, while Gabriel got it down his right side, and Castiel his left. Sammy was covered and Michael had magically avoided it.
“Oh that’s just perfect!”
No, thought Michael, staring at the peacock coloured wings as he waved away the last wing tar. They are perfect. One of the greens perfectly matched Dean’s eyes, breathtakingly beautiful. Although the other colours no less beautiful.
No, thought Sam, staring at Dean’s wide and open grin. I’ve never seen him so happy. This is perfect.
Castiel walked towards Dean, ignoring his brothers who reached out a hand to stop him. Leaning down, he picked up the emerald green feather, the only one to fall from Dean’s wings. The feather to complete their mating nest. This was perfect.
“Dean…” Castiel didn’t know what to say, how to say it. After all that had happened, he didn’t want to take the feather for granted. Was this a yes? Or was Dean just teasing them?
Still grinning, Dean waved vaguely at the feather. That… might have been a yes. Castiel looked beseechingly at their flock alpha.
Who growled, hauling Dean off Sam’s lap to his feet.
“No. No, you have to be certain. We can still step back, Dean. We can still woo you properly, but once you say yes, that’s your decision for the night. Once you say yes, you let us take over…” Michael traced a finger along Dean’s wingtip. Dean couldn’t help shivering. It was the first time anyone else had every touched his naked wings.
It felt good.
“I get it, Dean. You make your own decisions.” Michael’s lips quirked. “You’ve shown us that well and truly. But Dean…” Michael brought his larger wings round, his primaries just teasing Dean’s.
“Dean… If you choose this, right now? We’re an alpha flock claiming their omega.”
--
Why was Michael still talking? Dean feathers ruffled with irritation, and Michael soothingly petted them with his own. Turning his head, Dean couldn’t help but be captivated by the way Michael's mingled with his. So pretty, the green and blue and gold.
But soothing was not what Dean wanted. He wanted to pushed down and claimed, he wanted to fight against wings that dominated his… Happily there were more alphas in the room. Ones that might do what he wanted...
Ignoring Michael, Dean flexed, watching with a smug expression as all eyes moved with his dancing wings. Dean could imagine black wings… bronze wings… mottled wings… gold wings... blue-grey wings all pressing his down, while pressing into…
“Dean!”
Michael’s voice was sharp. They could all smell Dean’s arousal and not a single angel in the room was unaffected by it. Dean’s eyes were glowing gold with his lust and need. Dean wanted. And Michael wanted to give Dean what he wanted. But he’d made a promise, and Father forbid he break it…
“Dean. Do you know what you are agreeing to? That if you say yes…” and here Michael fought to keep his fingers from pulling at Dean’s feathers, “You’ll be ours? We’ll be yours? If you say yes tonight we seal the bond?”
Dean sighed. Of course he understood – what was he? A fledgling?! And of course he was fucking sure! Sure, it had been a bit of a rough ride getting there, but they’d given him space and now he’d made his decision: he wanted to be part of this nest. They’d listened when he said no. They’d respected that. And now, now before his hormones overran him, he was saying yes!
Dean wanted it all. Sure, he wanted to feel them, he wanted to fuck them, watch them with each other, taste them, scent them… But he wanted more than that. He wanted to sleep, safe, surrounded by wings and mates. He wanted to laugh with them, fly with them. Tease Sammy. Stroke Cas. Be held safe in Michael’s arms. Raise merry hell with Gabe and watch Star Wars with Lucifer. He wanted the every day.
He wanted to spend his life with them.
Grasping Michael’s face pulled him close. “In case it wasn’t obvious by the way I shoved my wings in your face,” and here Dean dropped his wings below Michaels, before sensually caressing Michael’s soft under feathers. Michael purred. “I’m saying yes. I’m saying yes to you and Sammy and Gabe and Luci and Cas. I’m saying yes to the nest. I’m saying yes to forever. I’m saying hurry up and frmmmm!”
Dean’s words were cut off as Michael dragged Dean in for another kiss. Dean willingly opened himself to Michael, attempting to convey how totally on board he was with the whole getting mated thing.
It apparently worked. After kissing him dizzy, Michael pulled back. Without looking away from Dean, he called to the other alphas.
“Is our mating bed ready?”
It wasn’t, if the fluffy of activity behind him was anything to go by.
--
“Is our mating bed ready?”
Gabriel sent Michael an annoyed look. Of course the bloody thing wasn’t ready. The whole point was to wait for Dean’s say so, and completing the bed would have taken that decision away from him.
From Dean.
From their omega.
“We have an omega.” Gabriel didn’t realise he’d spoken out loud, until Lucifer's arms came around him. Biting his hear, and grinding lightly against his ass, Lucifer agreed. “We have a nest. Will have a nest,” he corrected himself.
Castiel was still holding the feather… their omega’s first feather for the bed.
“Can I…?” Castiel stared at the feather cradled in his hands. It was beautiful. As beautiful as Dean. Despite the vivid variety of the colour in Dean’s wings (and Castiel was going to enjoy documenting each and every one when they had time. How many colours were there? Did they respond differently? Would Dean purr when blue was touched, but moan if it was a green one? Castiel needed to know. For science), the first feather was an emerald one. It matched Dean’s eyes. And the candles, he couldn’t help thinking smugly. But it shouldn’t be him. Michael… Michael had his hands delightfully full with Dean. Lucifer and Gabriel were busy with each other. So… “It shouldn’t be me… Sam?”
Sam shook his head, smiling. “You do it, Cas.”
Castiel bit his lip. That didn’t feel right. The nest was about everyone. “Sam? Together?”
A delighted grin crossed Sam’s face, and Castiel couldn’t help returning it. This is exactly what the right omega did – brought everyone together. All fears soothed, Castiel was all business. His gaze turned to the bed. This feather had to be placed just right. Sure, throughout the evening they would weave more in, but this one, this first one…
“There!”
Sam pointed at a spot. Castiel squinted. It seemed ok. It was central near the top and oh! If he was careful it would touch all of their feathers. He couldn’t help the grin that covered his face.
“Sam. It’s perfect.”
Castiel threaded his fingers with Sam, his wings fluttering nervously. They all needed to be here, on the bed for this… but now he felt shy. Sam, wonderful alpha that he was, took pity on him.
“Everyone on the bed! Dean, come here and kiss me.”
Dean dragged his mouth away from Michael's long enough to complain. “But I like what I’m doing now. Michael finally got on board!”
“You’ll like it even better when you’re getting fucked, and that isn’t happening til we’re all on the bed. Gabe! Luci! C’mon…” Sam didn’t want to wait another moment. He’d wanted this for so long it didn’t feel real. His body was tense, and he couldn’t shake the fear that somehow this was somehow an elaborate joke. That Dean would balk before he got to the bed. Sam wanted it too much. He wanted it all: Dean, the alphas. The nest bond… it was everything Sam had ever wanted. Sam never got everything he wanted.
Lucifer and Gabriel were immediately on him, Gabriel kissing along Sam’s jaw, Lucifer pulling gently on his wings, stopping only when he gasped in pleasure.
Allowing himself to lean back into Lucifer's hold, Sam thought to himself, maybe this time will be different.
--
Michael pulled away, but Dean followed his mouth, wanting more, wanting everything. He couldn’t help laughing. Although Dean had been reticent, he was now all omega, wanting nothing more than to have his alphas in every way possible.
“I’ll knot you soon, little one,” Michael informed Dean. “But not yet.”
Dean glared at him, eyes still bright with annoyance and arousal, wings arched high. Michael just raised an eyebrow.
“You think those wings can hold mine down?”
Dean licked his lips. Probably not, but he was totally willing to try. Seeing the determination in Dean’s eyes, Michael threw back his head and laughed. Pulling Dean in close, he kissed him again, before sweeping Dean into his arms, princess style.
Dean did not squeak.
“I knew you were perfect, Dean. And I promise you, you’ll have as many opportunities as you like to try and pin my wings.”
“But you can’t let me win. That’s not the way it’s played, right, Sammy?”
Sam answered distractedly, having moved from Gabriel and Lucifers arms back to the bed. Fingers were softly stroking the mattress, where Dean’s feather was to be woven in. “Yeah. He likes to be beat fair and square.”
Dean would have argued, but Michael had reached the bed. He dropped Dean, who was ready to tell growl at the alpha until he felt how soft the bed was. Using all his self-control Dean did not just drop and roll around like a puppy. Instead he politely drew himself to his knees, running gentle fingers over the feathers. Soft and strong. Just like his soon-to-be mates.
A flash of heat ran through Dean’s body. Soon… soon he’d be…
Before he could get too nervous, he was wrapped in Michael’s wings. The rest of the alphas had joined them on the bed. Although Dean knew he would feel a bit nervous if they were all paying attention to him, he was a bit miffed at the way Gabriel and Lucifer were making out.
Miffed but turned on…
--
Michael decided he needed to take charge. Enjoyable as it was seeing his alphas so happy there was actually a ritual they needed to complete.
Two, actually.
But before he could say anything Sam had pulled Dean in for a kiss, and this time he didn’t stop his hands from wandering over Dean’s hips, caressing the curve before pulling him in close. Dean melted into his body, and Sam tucked him tight, so Dean’s cock slid over his. Sam felt an electric When Dean attempted to pull back as he gasped, Sam followed, never letting his lips leave his brothers. It was only when Dean started to rut against him that Sam pulled back.
The sight of those glazed, lust ridden eyes would be forever burned into his mind. Fuck…
“What the fuck, Sammy? You a fuckin’ tease now?”
It took all of Sam’s willpower to not push his brother down and knot him then and there. But there was an order to it all. And not even the world’s bossiest (and cutest. and sexiest) omega was going to change that.
Before Dean could yell at his brother, he found himself flat on his back, Michael above him. Michael’s eyes were now glowing alpha red, and his cock poked Dean’s stomach.
Now this was more like it…
--
Michael stared into Dean’s eyes. Dean. Their omega. Their pushy, horny omega, who was rutting himself against Michael’s thigh, and while that felt more than nice…
Sighing sadly, Michael licked a hot, wet swipe along the side of his neck. Dean tasted so delicious, but he couldn’t partake. Not yet. Dean wasn’t going to be happy.
“Like Sam, I would love nothing more than to knot you right now…” Actually, that was a lie. He desperately wanted to mark Dean. But Michael believed in the proper order of things. Because Michael believed in happy ever after. His flock deserved happy ever after.
“That’s a lie!” Now that Dean was wing powder free, he could smell everything better: alpha scent, emotions and lies. Dean’s nose twitched, and though his eyes blazed with annoyance, curiosity also lurked. They’d been trying to fuck him all day, and now Michael had other priorities? It better be pretty fucking important…
“Only the flock can bond with the omega to make a nest.”
For some reason that caused the alphas to pause. Why? All of this was common knowledge? That’s why alphas formed flocks first, and went hunting for an omega together. Because once the nest bond was formed, that was it. That was the group for eternity. Although why Michael was… Oh. Sammy. Dean’s eyes flicked to his brother, and Michael rewarded him with a chaste kiss on the forehead.
“Don’t think anyone’s forgotten you, Dean. There’s just a rightful order to things.”
Although he huffed and fluffed his wings in annoyance, but it was all a show. Dean knew there wasn’t another option. Not unless he wanted a nest without Sam, and given the way his gut clenched just at the thought, that was obviously not an option.
Dean pushed himself up onto his elbows.
“Fine. Go bond with Sam. It’s not like you kidnapped me to come bond with you. I’ll go find a corner and play by myself.”
He hadn’t really been expecting a response. Overly dramatic petulant whining generally got ignored by Sam. Plus, where was he going to go? If he left now, smelling like an omega that needed to be mated, which, let’s face it, he was, then the first flock he met would have him in an instant. Dean shuddered. He didn’t want that. He wanted cock, but he knew which cocks he wanted. Shaking his head to clear it, Dean looked around. And couldn’t help licking his lips. He also really, really wanted someone’s cock in him. He was in a room full of magnificent alphas… and they all looked so delicious…
Dean’s idle thoughts was interrupted by Castiel.
“You don’t wish to observe us Sam bringing us to completion over and over again, being marked by each of is in turn with our sigils?”
Dean had to mentally walk his way through that, before shaking his head in disgust. “Cas, we’ve really gotta work on your dirty talk.”
Michael coughed behind his hand, but the other alphas didn’t bother hiding their amusement. Gabriel threw back his head and laughed out loud. Dean couldn’t help an answering grin. There was just so much happy in the room!
Lucifer bumped shoulders with the now pouting Castiel. “That’s what we’ve been telling you.”
Gabriel pulled him in for a hug, “But we love you just the way you are.”
Wiggling out from under Michael, Dean made his way over to his brother, collapsing on his lap. At the questioning look, Dean explained, “This is my last chance to…” Dean trailed off as he tried to think of a manly word for ‘cuddle’. Unable to think of one he blazed on, ‘While you’re just my brother. Soon you’re going to belong to everyone.” Sighing, Dean snuggled in.
“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Sam kept his voice low. The other alpha angels were currently in the middle of a heated debate (and Sam blushed, knowing it was about how they were going to bring him in to the flock. He wanted this! How he wanted this. But only if Dean did. Only if Dean was sure.)
Dean punched him in the chest.
“Ow!”
“I don’t think it’s me having the problems listening to other people, Samantha.” Sam just rubbed his chest. Dean’s face lit up with a wicked grin. “While it’s true that I’m about to get fucked by you all,” and nothing could have stopped Sam’s groan as Dean ground down on him. Soon… soon he’d be fucking his brother… “I do wonder how they’re going to welcome you to the flock. Hope they don’t tire themselves out fucking you… Would you like that, Sammy? Taking all your alphas one after the other… or maybe you fuck them. Could you do that?” Dean shifted in Sam’s lap, reaching down to grasp his brothers throbbing cock, leering at Sam. “So hard, Sammy? Who would you fuck first? I’ve seen the way you look at Lucifer.” Dean cocked an eyebrow. “He looks like he lgllrrmm!”
The rest of Dean’s words were garbled as Sam’s hand stopped his speech. “Father, Dean! I never realised you had such a mouth on you!”
In retaliation Dean placed an open mouthed kiss on Sam’s palm. Before gripping Sam’s hand, pulling it down to allow his tongue to snake up Sam’s fingers, before sucking two into his mouth. Sam fixated on the pink lips, sucking in two of his fingers deep. With a lewd pop Dean released them.
“No one’s ever complained about my mouth before.”
Sam pursed his lips. Then couldn’t control the laughter that bubbled up. “Just add an eye brow wiggle and that is exactly what Gabriel would have done.”
Dean grinned back. “I can understand why you like him, if he’s like me.”
Dean added an eyebrow wiggle.
--
Castiel’s gaze was caught on the two brothers, until Lucifer nudged him. “We are only talking about how to bring Sam into the flock, nothing important at all Castiel.” Lucifer gave a frustrated huff. “What could be more important than that?”
Castiel simply smiled. “Dean and Sam are friends.”
Lucifer felt his face soften and the frustration drain out of him. Poor Cas! Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer had been focused on Dean – just Dean and how to bring him into the flock. Cas though… He’d been so worried about the two brothers. He hadn’t been around for the heady days of Michael and Lucifer battling it out in the Heavens. The storms of their battles were legendary.
Frowning, Lucifer decided it was probably a good thing Castiel hadn’t been around. If today’s small (but no less important. Today had been as much about forever as Michael and Lucifer’s arguments) sibling spat had distressed Castiel to this extent, Father knows how he would have reacted to Michael and Lucifer!
Castiel – his socially awkward, deeply loving angel. Even if Dean had rejected the flock, Lucifer felt sure Castiel would have made sure the brothers were ok. Lucifer felt all these emotions well up, and it was too much. What he really needed to do was leap from their nest and fly as fast and far as he could, announcing to all that they had formed a nest. Of course they hadn’t yet, so he couldn’t. Plus his nest would probably be pissed if he left them to gloat to the neighbours, so he had to settle for pulling Cas into a headlock and ruffling his feathers.
Castiel squeaked and tried to get away, but Lucifer was the stronger alpha, easily holding his brother. As Castiel struggled, Lucifer's thoughts turned to the bed. Because soon? Soon they would be bonding with their last flock mate, then completing the nesting ceremony with their omega.
Some days it was good to be alive!
--
“… So we’re agreed?”
Oh shit. Michael hadn’t stopped talking when Lucifer stopped to chastise Cas. Then Lucifer got side tracked (and who could blame him? he had such pretty mates?), and Michael still hadn’t stopped. He thought about faking it, just agreeing so Michael would be satisfied, but by the stern eyebrow and crossed arms Michael knew exactly what had occurred.
Gabriel grinned at him. “Gee Luci, we’re only talking about how to bring Sam into the flock, nothing important at all…”
Michael pulled Lucifer’s wings sharply. “Play with Gabriel another time. We have two important – and happy – rituals to complete.” Michael turned sadly to Sam. “ I thought we would have plenty of time for this. To plan out what we all wanted. I am not sure what you imagined, Sam, but I fear it will be less...”
Michael's voice trailed off, unable to find the words.
Cradling Dean on his lap, Sam smiled at his flock alpha. “I don’t mind how I’m brought in. I never dreamed that I would get this so,” he shrugged, “Never thought about how I wanted it to go. But this? This is what I wanted. This family is all I ever wanted.”
Dean gagged. “Ridiculously sappy, Samantha. Sure you aren’t an omega?”
Sam just smiled and cuddled him closer.
--
Michael turned back to the alphas and Dean moved restlessly on Sam’s lap. This was taking forever and Michael was still fucking talking. Didn’t Sam just agree to do whatever they wanted? Dean really wanted to get fucked. Which meant Sam had to get fucked. Or whatever they were going to do now. Which meant they should hurry up and stop talking, fuck Sam, and then Dean. Dean flared his feathers with annoyance, and he was then unwillingly soothed as Sam stroked him with a long, sensuous slide of his own, much as Michael had done earlier. Dean leaned back into it. Fine. Since he had to wait he was may as well enjoy it. And he was! He'd never had the opportunity for any feather on feather action. Having coated his wings practically his whole life, he’d never gotten to experience how fucking good it felt. And it really did feel good.
But this wasn’t what he wanted. Snarling to himself, and ignoring the way Sam’s wings tightening in warning, Dean flexed his wings, rubbing his primaries over Sam’s, before purring perhaps a little louder than necessary. The response was immediate: the room filled with wings arched high in a dominant display. Dean licked his lips. He wanted that. He wanted…
“Dean!”
Michael called him to order. They were all eager to move this on. But it had to be done right. Sam, their beloved alpha, deserved the best. He would be the last alpha to be brought into their flock. And it was important. If they had time, Michael would have taken a week, each of the flock lavishing love and affection on Sam. Showing him how truly wanted and valued he was.
But Dean happened.
Which was a good thing. Without Dean they wouldn’t have Sam. And visa versa. Michael shook his head, trying to clear it. It was hard to keep himself focused, let alone the rest of the flock. A certain omega kept ramping up their pheromones, overpowering even the rut scent from the alphas. Which was making it all so much more difficult to make decisions and get things done. And now Dean was glaring at Michael, albeit in a very sexy way… Michael’s eyes narrowed in return. He was going to enjoy putting Dean in his place. But first things first.
Michael had to be sure.
Although Dean had agreed to join the nest, he wasn’t sure Dean understood what being their omega entailed. And he had to make sure Dean understood. Dean was obviously used to being in control. But it wouldn’t always be like that. You don’t get five dominant alphas - five-ish dominant alphas, Michael amended to himself, eyes sliding to Lucifer – who were just going to roll over and beg. That was Dean’s role. Michael needed to hear that this was what Dean wanted.
Because once this started, Michael wasn’t sure he could hold back. He certainly didn’t want to hold back. And by the way wings were filling the room, no one else did either.
“Dean. I have to ask you again, to make sure you know what you’re agreeing to. Should you say yes, tonight you will be bound to us forever."
Dean was mouthing ‘blah blah blah’ along with Michael. Michael fought with himself, wings quivering with the effort of not scooping Dean up and placing him in his arm and putting his mouth to better use, “You’ll be our omega? Our submissive?”
Dean sighed.
“We’ve been over this so many fucking times!”
Quicker than Dean’s eyes could follow, Michael was there, in front of him, hand firmly on his chin forcing eye contact.
“No. We haven’t. We haven’t talked about this. We got off to a bad start, and we have managed to come through that, to the point where you also want to join with the nest. And that makes me happy, Dean. Very happy.” And Michael could forgive his lapse in self-control, pushing his hard cock into Dean’s hips, enjoying the small gasp and wiggle the omega gave. From Sam’s stifled groan he enjoyed Dean’s response as well.
“We already love you. We’ll spoil you and woo you and…”
“And won’t try to control what you do outside the nest.” Lucifer thought back to Dean’s comments about hunting. He could continue if he wanted. Now he would just have more back up if you needed.
“Much…” Dean didn’t hear, but Lucifer and Gabriel hid their grins. Cas, the alpha with the heart of a mother hen, could barely let the alphas go off alone. Gabriel thought Dean was probably going to find himself with a new hunting partner. Or maybe the three of them – Dean, Sam and Cas - would team up more often. Cas wouldn't stop Dean hunting, but he'd rather be dead than not be there when Dean needed him.
Before Lucifer and Gabriel could really start teasing Castiel, Michael’s wings tensed and quivered with annoyance. It was subtle, but they knew their alpha well, and it was enough that they shut up.
--
Michael could understand their need to be joke around and defuse the tension.
But this was important.
With a snap of his wings, his focus was back on Dean.
“So we’ll look after you, and,” Michael tightened his grip as the omega opened his mouth to argue, forcing Dean’s words to come to a halt, “And you will look after us. But Dean. Once you agree to be our omega, there are no take backs. It's forever. And before this evening is through, every alpha in this room is going to touch you, and taste you. Push you on your back, hold your wings down, and fuck you until they come.” Michael’s breath ghosted across Dean’s ear, before he bit it sharply.
Dean squeaked.
“And you’ll do much more than squeak, Dean. I want to hear you moan and sob and beg. I want to see you squirming on my knot, begging for more when it’s already too much. I want to watch Lucifer and Gabriel and Castiel and Sam take you. I want to coat my hands in your oil while my mates fuck you. I want to coat my alphas in your oil and come. And…” Michaels laid a trail of kisses down Dean’s neck, before laying a kiss at the base of his throat.
“And I want to mark you. So. Be very sure you know what you are agreeing to.”
--
Dean shifted uncomfortably. He could feel his slick dripping from him, Michael’s words calling to that sweetly submissive part of him. Fuck. He… he knew they were alphas. And you heard stories of possessive alphas. But now that he was sitting here being told what they wanted to do? All he wanted to do was drop to the bed and present. He could almost feel Michael’s wings on him… pressing him down, holding him in place while he moaned and tried to move. And he wouldn't be able to. Michael was strong. A quick glance around the room, and Dean bit back a moan. They were all strong. Licking his lips, Dean’s eyes started to glow gold. He reached for Michael, pulling him in for a hard kiss.
A slight smile teased at Michael’s lips. That was a pretty enthusiastic ‘yes’.
--
Dean wanted Michael now. Leaning in, he bit and licked at Michael’s lips as he tried to demand entry. Michael was immovable as stone. Hissing a little at being thwarted, he couldn’t stop his little purr when Michael picked him up.
Who then, to Dean’s intense displeasure, removed him from the bed and placed him gently on a (very comfortable, it must be admitted) seat made of the pillows previously scattered around the bed. Dean stroked them softly. While not as nice as the bed, the colours matched. The pillows matched their feathers. It wasn’t entirely unpleasureable, but he wanted to up there, with them. Preferably with them in him. Huffing, he pushed himself up, only to have Michael grip his wrists and forcing them to his sides.
Dean struggled, but knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere. Michael had his firm expression on.
It still didn’t stop him spitting an angry “What?” at his alpha.
“Stay.” Michael ordered. He turned back, to make his way towards Sam, before pausing and facing Dean again. “If you don’t, I’ll have to make sure you stay there.”
Dean’s dick twitched.
--
Sighing sadly, Dean decided it was completely unfair. He had been extremely comfortable on Sammy’s lap. He’d even been nice and polite and made a (semi serious) effort to reign in his ‘come fuck me’ pheromones.
And now he was getting a live sex show and expected to do nothing but watch? That seemed incredibly unfair.
Also unfair was the way Michael just picked him like he weighed nothing at all and moved him off the bed. He manfully tried to repress the smile threatening to corrupt his lips. Oh well. He’d better get used to that. He’d often played around with Sammy, but it had felt like they were much more evenly matched. Now it seemed that Sam’d pulled his strength. That wasn't how they played. Frowning, Dean contemplated possible retributions.
Sprawling back into the pillows, Dean the action on the bed caught his eye. And wow. They matched the nests feathers? Fucking weird, that’s what it was. But also very opulent. He couldn’t help reaching down and stroking the soft silk.
Surely he'd only been thinking for a few minutes, but when he looked up again, the bed was a totally different scene. The alphas were arrange around Sam: Cas was kissing Sam. And it looked like Cas knew how to kiss, if the way Sam was panting and moaning was anything to go by. Dean stared at the spit shiny lips, and how swollen they were. Sam's lips looked soft, while Castiel's were a little chapped, probably rough to touch. Sam groaned again. Yes... it seemed like Cas highly skilled with that mouth.
Or maybe it was Lucifer’s tongue in his ass. Both hands gripped Sammy's ass, spreading them to reveal his pretty hole. Well, Dean imagined it was pretty. At least the image of Lucifer, face buried in Sam's ass was very pretty.
Sam's moaned against Castiel's lips. Hips shaking.
Dean couldn't help leaning forward for a better look. Sam's hips twitched, like he didn't know whether to push backwards onto Lucifer's tongue, or forward, where Gabriel and Michael worshiped his cock. And didn't they look like they loved every minute of it.
Dean licked his lips and reached down to squeeze his own cock, partly as a preventative measure - he didn't want to come too soon - partly just because it felt so damn good. Although he was ready to get down to business, as it were, if he wasn't going to get any action he may as well enjoy the show, and take a good look at what was going to be his... Dean had done a lot of fucking around in his time, but he’d never been with an alpha. And he’d only ever topped. No way to bottom as an omega and not be found out.
Sliding a loose fist up the length of his cock, his precome easing the way. Vaguely he wondered how it would feel if he coated his hand in his slick... or his oil. Huh. Omega sex seemed like it could get messy. Deliciously messy... Looking over at all the alpha cock, Dean's cock throbbed in his hand. Although they were all lavishing attention on Sammy, the alphas were all very interested in the proceedings, cocks daubing their bellies with precome as they worked Sam over. Dean didn't begrudge Sam the attention. Sam's eyes were glazed, with lust, but also with happiness. He was radiating home and love and just a sense of belonging. His blue-grey wings were shivering, constantly moving to touch each of his alphas, never resting long, fluttering and flittering so no one was left out. Castiel's hand came out to tug firmly at his wing. Dean watched as Sam attempted to regroup, just accept the hands and mouths and wings all over his body.
No, Dean didn't begrudge Sam any of it. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't tense with exciting and longing. He was going to get to have it all! That was… that was amazing really. Somewhere, in the deepest, darkest depths of his most private and personal thoughts, he’d thought about this, about having a nest. But he never really believed it would happen.
After all, who would want an omega like him?
This group of saps, as it turned out. Dean was pretty sure he could wrap them all around his little finger. And wasn't that going to be fun…
Turning his attention back to Sam, he watched as Michael sucked one of Sam’s balls into his mouth. Dean already knew Michael had gorgeous lips and watching has he nibbled gently while rolling the other between his fingers and pulling quite firmly-! Dean’s eye’s flicked to Sam’s face: Sam's mouth was open in a silent moan, head thrown back. Castiel's mouth had moved to Sam's jaw and Dean was certain he could see bruises already forming
So little brother liked a little pain with his pleasure. Eyes shining, Dean thought about exploring his little brother, even as his hand drifted lower, lightly stroking his balls. He idly wondered if he would have Michael’s mouth there tonight.
An almighty pop caught his attention as Gabriel released Sam's cock. Sam clutched at Gabriel's head, trying to push him forward. Making eye contact with Dean, Gabriel slowly lowered his lips, kissing the tip before taking Sam's leaking tip in his mouth and sucking. Sam collapsed, held up only by the hands on him. Dean felt himself drool, whether at the sight of those lips stretched around Sam, the thought of those lips on him, or his own lips on Sam, he didn’t know. All he knew was he wanted it, and he wanted it now.
--
Sam’s eyelids fluttered as he Gabriel sucked. When he pulled off with a lewd pop, Sam clutched at his head, wanted that mouth right back where it had been. Gabriel resisted, and Sam looked down with hooded eyes. He was sure he wasn’t the only angel in the room who groaned at the string of precome still connecting Gabriel’s grin with his cock.
“Like that, Samsquatch? I did.” He lasciviously licked his lips. “You taste damn fine.”
He leaned back down, nosing along Sam’s length, before running his tongue along the pulsing vein. Sam grabbed Cas’s face, pulling up from his throat and to his mouth. He didn’t know what came over him… he’d never felt the need to fight Cas for dominance before, but Sam found himself biting at Cas's lip, tongue swooping in as his gasp laid him open, taking control both of Cas and the kiss. Maybe it was Dean. Maybe he felt the need to show Dean that he was strong and could take care of him.
--
Dean felt a familiar heat coiling in his belly. They all made such a pretty picture. The way wings interlaced and let go, only to mingle with a different set. Dean bit his lip. Did they really expect him to not touch himself? That would be a cruel and unusual punishment. Also unrealistic. An old hand at self-pleasure, Dean was pretty confident he could get himself off twice during Sam’s initiation.
Quickly, just to the sight of Sam being pleasured by four alphas, and then more slowly, enjoying it as they took him apart, bit by bit.
They would, wouldn’t they? Slowly pleasure Sam until he was out of his mind with lust and want and need? That’s what Dean would do. While he wasn’t really sure what the rituals required, he was sure it involved a lot of pleasure. He was just happy knowing he was going to get at least one of those glorious cocks up his ass sooner rather than later. The thought had him groaning, his ass starting to slick up. Wiggling up onto his knees, Dean gripped himself in one hand, the other fluttering down to tease at his hole.
He didn’t think his groan had been loud, but the suddenly the whole room stopped.
It was disconcerting being pinned by four whirling red alpha gazes. Sam was still panting and mouthing at the side of Cas's jaw.
It was even more disconcerting to have Cas – Cas! Sweet and gentle Cas! – growl at him, and with a flick of a wrist bind his hands behind his back and the base of his cock with grace.
“Cas! What the fuck?” Dean didn’t even try to stop the shocked annoyance in his voice.
Cas just growled at him. “That’s ours, Dean. I know we haven’t had time to go over the rules yet, but this can’t be a surprise.”
Dean sent him his best ‘unimpressed big brother’ look, hoping for a better response. While he and Cas engaged in a staring match, Lucifer intervened.
“Everything about you belongs to us – from the tops of your beautiful wings, to the tips of your toes and everything in between.”
Gabriel took over, with a wicked grin. “And that includes your pretty little cock. Better get used to it, Dean-o.”
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