majestic_duxk | Fic: To Make a Nest (part 6/7) (Reply)

Kinks and warnings are in part 1
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--oo--

Dean died. And it wasn’t just a little death. Even now he’s pretty sure that all feeling is lost from the waist down.

Shifting a little, Dean was heartened to realise he hadn’t lost all feeling in his lower half. In fact there were still body firework displays going on. Rocking, he found his movement severely hampered by the cock in his ass.

And he felt full. Amazingly full. Wonderfully, marvellously, undeniably full. Touched in places he’d never been touched before. He should have done this decades ago! What took him so long?

Opening his eyes, Michael’s face hovered above him. Oh. Yeah. Alpha. Possessive, protective, omegas are forever alphas. A little tremor rocked his body as the knowledge finally sunk in. Dean had joined a nest. Dean was home.

Dean would have expected Michael to immediately dominate him, and just fuck him into the mattress. Instead he gave Dean time to get comfortable. Dean clenched his ass experimentally, moaning a little at the way Michael’s cock jerked inside him, rubbing him so deliciously. He was rewarded with a groan and a nip to his chin from his alpha. Well that was nice. Wondering how much control Michael would cede, Dean wrapped his arms around his alpha, pulling him down.

Not much control, Dean decided, as Michael took one shoulder and him in a firm grip, effectively pinning him in place.

“I want…”

Michael was firm. “Not yet, beautiful. Not quite ready to knot you yet.”

Dean was totally ok with that, softening in Michael’s hold, feeling his wings flatten, exposing his sensitive under feathers to whatever Michael wanted. So that meant soon Michael would…

Dean’s eyes widened and Michael was forced to restrain Dean, who suddenly seemed intent on escaping.

“Dean?”

He wasn’t sure what had happened? One moment Dean was beautifully pliant, the next fighting as if Michael intended harm. Michael stared worriedly into eyes that flashed murder.

“Knot me? I already have a fucking baseball bat shoved up my ass! And sure that feels good, but there’s no fucking way anything else can mmmphh!”

Michael silenced him with a gentle kiss. He kept his mouth light, his body still, patiently waiting for Dean to relax beneath him. Only when Dean was once more soft beneath him did he deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue into Dean’s mouth even as he pressed his cock deeper into Dean, capturing the grunts and groans with his mouth.

“You were made for it, Dean.” Dean went to shake his head, but Michael’s hand on his chin held him in place. “Made for my knot. Bet you’ll come again, Dean, when you’re stretched even wider. You’ll be so full of me, Dean, you won’t be able to think of anything else… I’ll fill you up, Dean, fill you until come drips down my thighs, and then you’ll beg to be fucked again. Would you like that, Dean?”

The words worked: Dean’s softened cock gave an interested twitch, his hips jerking. Michael rocked into it, bucking against him, swivelling his hips to touch Dean just so -

“Ah!!!”

Michael felt such power. Such a small thing could bring his omega such pleasure, make him melt. And Dean was magnificent: eyes closed, face flushed and head tipped back as he tried to fuck himself on Michael’s cock. Before Michael could get too lost in looking, Dean reached up, wrapping his arms around him and drawing him in close. Michael allowed it, followed the movement, until his mouth landed beside Dean’s ear. He proceeded to stroke Dean’s head, whispering filthily about what was in Dean’s immediate future, whispering until Dean was a writhing, panting mess between them.

“Please… Alpha, please!”

Swallowing Dean’s words with his lips, Michael felt a pang of regret. Dean begged so prettily. He wanted more: Dean strung out and needy, begging for completion. He promised himself later he would get his fill. Even as Dean’s broken voice had sent blood rushing to his cock, he ground himself against Dean, feeling the drag of his knot catching Dean’s rim.

“Dean.”

Dean didn’t want to listen to Michael. He just wanted to feel. He shamelessly rubbed his feathers against Michael’s sensitive under feathers, but despite an indrawn breath and involuntary thrust of his hips, Michael’s voice deepened with his alpha, even as his hands moved down, digging into Dean’s hips.

“Dean.”

Michael’s voice cut through, focusing Dean as he finally dragged himself out of his lust induced haze. Sure, he would obey his alpha. But he didn’t have to like it. Glaring at Michael, he tried to form words. And failed. Michael’s stare seemed to overwhelm him. As he stared back, he felt a new pressure, something catching against him, pushing against him, while a palm cupped his neck, inexorably drawing him forward, until Dean’s nose was at his alphas throat, and he could clearly scent him: Michael was all sage, frankincense,fireworks, and home. Dean nuzzled against his alphas throat, nipping and licking, tasting, licking his way down until he had to stop. He worried at the point, satisfaction thrumming through his body as the spot readily coloured.

But he wanted more. Looking through his lashes he caught Michael’s eye. The alpha was all toothy grin and barely restrained violence. Hands drifting back to Dean’s hips, Michael’s squeezed again, keeping the omega in place. Readying himself, he looked at Dean.

“Dean.”

Michael’s voice was a command Dean had no intention of disobeying.

“Bite.”

While his mind questioned the order (because he didn’t remember discussing this bit), his body suffered no such confusion. Dean leant forward, finding that spot directly below Michael’s throat.

He bit.

Hard.

--

Teeth met skin, and the moment Dean’s teeth drew blood, Dean came. Hard. Dean bit harder, his whole body tightening until with a growl Michael thrust hard, pushing his swollen knot past Dean’s rim, until he felt himself lock into place. Even as his cock gave its first mighty twitch, painting Dean’s insides with the first strokes of white, Michael felt the bond fall into place. Well, half the bond. He could feel Dean, knew he was there, but it was like seeing him through toffee.

Teeth bared, and wings arched high, Michael wanted nothing more than to press Dean down and mark him, claim him completely.

But he couldn’t.

Not yet.

It took great self-control to hold himself back, to keep wings and teeth to himself. He hungrily eyed Dean’s unmarked throat. Taking a deep breath, he scented the air, the scent of his alpha mates both calming and rage inducing: he finally noticing where they were, practically touching Dean. He couldn’t prevent the growl that reverberated throughout the room.

They’d drawn close as the scent of their alphas blood and omegas pleasure filled the room, scattering as Michael’s growl filled the space. Dean didn’t notice. His wings flicked lazily, the aftershocks of pleasure leaving him somewhat uncoordinated – and still wanting. Although he’d come, coating both his and Michael’s bellies, his cock was still hard, quivering with anticipation. Taking advantage, Michael shifted his weight forward, pushing deeper.

“Dean…”

Dean blinked, his attention returning to alpha above him – and tied to him, Dean thought to himself, torn between stunned, smug, and what the fuck. He experimentally clenched his muscles, shivering as Michael ground against him. It felt different now they were knotted. He was full, but not too full. Fuck Michael and his being right.

Michael’s response to Dean’s movement was immediate: golden wings arched high and big above them. Dean had no time to admire them before they were pressing Dean’s into the bed. Dean pushed against them, felt their strength and weight. And purred. Michael was strong, as the flock alpha should be. Dean was going nowhere until Michael released him.

“Alpha…” he whispered.

It was only Lucifer and Gabriel combined strength that kept him from claiming Dean then and there. Lucifer’s wings caught his, pulling him back, while Gabriel thrust his body between them.

“Maybe not tease the feral alpha, Dean-o?”

Lucifer was busy whispering in his brother’s ear. “For the nest, Michael. You’re nest alpha because you are strong. Dean is yours, but ours too. You have to wait brother, for all your mates you have to wait. Please remember, Alpha.”

It took a while, and it was only the overwhelming scent of alpha in distress permeated, of his Luci and Gabe and Cas and Sam that he calmed. (Dean was too busy being filled with come to feel distressed. Something Sam took note of. That could be helpful when Dean was in a bad mood.) Once Michael was confident he could trust himself to taste Dean and not claim him, once his brothers trusted him, he took to nuzzling at the base of Dean’s throat, mirroring where Dean had bitten him.

Tipping his head back, Dean exposed the long line of his throat, hoping Michael would take the hint and bite. But Michael had his alpha under control, and instead continued to nuzzle, before licking his way down to Dean’s nipples – and biting them which felt fucking fantastic, but it wasn’t the bite Dean wanted!

“Do you know why when you bite, you bite right here, Dean?” Michael’s hand traced the claim mark, fresh and bruised on his chest.

Dean just blinked. Michael smiled, before leaning down to kiss Dean, biting his lip gently as Dean continued to writhe on his knot.

“Your bite represents your place in the nest. As the omega - our omega,” and even had Father commanded it, Michael couldn’t have kept the possessive pride from his voice, “You’re central to us. From this moment, you will have all our love and protection.”

Dean’s eyebrows snapped down. He could pull himself from pleasure to counter an affront to his masculinity. He was no shrinking omega, needing to hide behind his alphas. Michael smiled indulgently, answering the look. “And you look after us. We’re a family, Dean. Forever.”

Michael pensively rubbed his mark. Dean was sure he felt an answering shiver through his body. “Your marks represent the alphas roles. On the outside,” firm thumbs massaged just beneath his collarbones, “We have our alpha warriors. Their wings are big enough to cover us all, Dean. You’ll never lack protection.” For the first time Michael glanced around, making sure to make eye contact with each of his alphas. They now felt calm, and Michael couldn’t help but bask in the hope and happiness and love that now filled the room. His flock. His nest. “None of you will.”

Turning his attention back to Dean, he felt the alphas move towards the bed, surrounding them. Wings gently brushed against his – and Dean’s, if his full body shivers were anything to go by. Michael massaged his way lower, thumbs now caressing where Sam and Castiel’s bites would be. “And our beta warriors. They are young, but no less important in our nest Dean. Don’t let their youth fool you – they are all alpha. And all of us would give our lives to love and protect you.”

Wrapping Dean in both his arms and wings, Michael shifted them, not even breathing heavily as raised himself to a seated position, settling Dean firmly on his lap. While admiring his alphas strength, a breath was punched from his lungs as gravity helped to seat him even further on Michael’s cock. Releasing Dean from his arms, and easing his wings away, Michael ran his feathers through Dean’s, laughing when Dean hissed as he stroked against the grain. Someone was behind him though, fingers soothing until they were once more aligned.

“Beautiful…” the word was whispered and reverent. Dean couldn’t help puffing his wings a little, holding them firm and proud until someone nudged his oil gland, barely touching it, and it positively gushed.

Really? His wings fluttered shyly, a total contrast to the scowl on his face. It was embarrassing. The damn things seemed to have a direct link to his emotions. That fucking sucked.

As Dean’s eyes darted away, Michael scowled. Dean was caught on his knot and still not completely focused on him. Tugging firmly on the wing closest, Michael demanded his omega’s attention. Dean squirmed (oh that felt nice) and glared. And blushed. Oh… his little omega was embarrassed. Michael grinned toothily at him, before lifting his hand, dripping with oil, and delicately taking one finger into his mouth.

Dean wasn’t the only angel unaffected by his little display.

“Your body knows what it wants.” Michael’s breath tickled his ear. “You’re creating enough oil to anoint all your alphas. All your alphas, Dean. Can you feel it dripping down your back? Pooling here?” Michael palmed Dean’s ass. As he spread his cheeks, Dean did feel his oil dripping down his crack. Dipping a finger in the oil spill on his lap, Michael ran a gentle finger around the base of his cock, pressing against his knot, where he and Dean were joined. Dean couldn’t really move, tied to his alpha as he was. And if he could, well, his ass was dripping with slick. It wasn’t like he needed extra glide.

But the oil… the oil was important. It was part of an omega’s gift to the nest. Michael couldn’t control the flash in his eyes, or the flare of his wings as he watched his alphas behind Dean, run their fingers though Dean’s feathers, coating their hands in their omega’s oil. Gabriel turned, giving Cas a lazy handjob, occasionally reaching back to tug on Dean’s wing, collecting more oil before returning to Cas’s straining cock.

Dean shuddered, and Sam was revealed behind Dean’s head: Sam’s expression was focused, and Michael followed his hands, watching as they caressed the outer curve of Dean’s wing.

“Those are Sam’s hands on you.” Lucifer whispered in Dean’s ear. “Doesn’t it feel good? I love it when Sam grooms my wings. Such big strong hands. They look like big, strong hands, don’t they?”

Dean choked, and then whined as Sam’s hands dropped from his feathers, before biting back a curse as Sam firmly massaged his oil gland.

“Fuck! Sammy!”

But Sam’s hands were gone before he could do much more than curse, leaving him bereft. Dean whined pathetically, before they were replaced, and the touching and teasing continued. Closing his eyes, Dean gave a contented sigh, leaning into Michael’s chest, relaxing into his feelings as well: not only of being full (deliciously full of cock), but of the how loved he felt. Dean had hidden his wings his whole life. For a very long time, Dean had been the only one to touch and groom his wings. This… this was paradise.

But rather than leave him be, let him fucking luxuriate in his first time of being himself, Michael decided to continue the conversation.

“Do you know what Sam’s doing now? Can you see him? Sam’s…” Michael broke off on a low groan. “He’s behind me now. Grooming my feathers. With those beautiful hands. Hands covered in your oil, Dean.”

Dean felt his breath catch. He’d never thought of… never imagined doing something like that. He’d never really given his oil any thought, having spent his time suppressing it. And now? To have it used like this, to make his mates? It was so unbelievably intimate. And so fucking sexy. The flock alpha, taking on Dean’s scent… A light touch on his belly, and Dean’s focus was back on Michael.

Dean eyes widened with shock.

“Michael…!”

--

Michael drew his fingers through the mess on Dean’s belly, bringing his fingers to his mouth, making sure to clean every last drop from his fingers. Michael’s smile turned feral as Dean’s eyes darkened, watching the alpha suck his fingers clean. Removing his fingers, he rubbed them gently over Dean’s lips parted, his cock throbbing once more as Dean’s pretty pink lips parted. He replaced his fingers with his mouth, tongue insistent as he forced his way in, claiming space. Dean could taste himself on Michael’s tongue, and it was strange. Of course he’d tasted his own come before, but it seemed to taste different… Sweeter?

As if reading his mind, Michael broke the kiss. “It’s because you’re becoming ours.”

Michael kept Dean’s eyes as he lazily swiped his fingers across Dean’s belly. This time, he brought his hand to his chest, rubbing it in. Feeling his breath catch, Dean watched, entranced, as his alpha rubbed Dean’s spend into his mating marks.

Fuck that was hot.

--

Michael continued rubbing Dean’s come into his belly, occasionally moving his fingers to Dean’s mouth, watching the way he sucked, and sucked harder when his feathers were stroked just right. Once Dean’s belly was clean, he moved his hands across the mess on his own, letting the scent of Dean permeate his very pores.

Dean was boneless, and would have collapsed were it not for the bodies pressed against him, as hands groomed his wings, caressed him while collecting oil to groom Michael’s wings. Even at the thought Michael preened, earning him a sharp tug from Lucifer who’d just got a face full of feathers.

“Lucky we’re done, Michael. Another face of feathers and I would have had to put you in time out.”

Grinning lazily, too relaxed to rise to the bait, Michael just informed his brother he was impatient. “You’ll get your turn soon enough, Luci.”

Lucifer just sniffed, dropping Michael’s wing tip to go and place himself in Sam’s arms. Sam wrapped his arms around Lucifer, enjoying the weight of him. Truth be told, Sam was enjoying a lot of things. All six of them were on a bed – their mating bed. Dean had made the first mark, accepting them. The room smelt of debauchery, and the sight of Dean squirming on Michael? Well, that was quite delightful as well. Soon… soon that’s where he’d be. Buried deep in his brother. In the meantime, he would just enjoy the show.

--

Cock finally spent, Michael felt his knot deflate. While he would have liked to stayed there, wrapped Dean’s tight heat, he didn’t even have time to catch his breath before Lucifer was beside him, black wings arrogantly held above Michael, attempting to dominate the space.

Dominate his alpha.

Michael growled at his mate, and after a tense moment Lucifer lowered his wings – slightly – and bared his throat – slightly – displaying Michael’s claim. But it was enough. Lucifer found himself dragged into a lip biting kiss. He willingly opened up, it wasn’t like he didn’t like Mikey kissing him… but he was impatient. He wanted to get his cock into Dean and…

“Ah!”

Lucifers eyes glazed over as Michael bit down on their mating mark.

“Fuck, Mikey! Are you going to do that to everyone?”

A feral smile flashed across the alphas face.

“Good idea. I might just do that. But only to the uppity alphas.”

Gabriel snorted (that meant Cas), and Lucifer growled softly, while Michael laughed at him.

Michael didn’t need to establish dominance over Lucifer. No one was in any danger of forgetting who was nest alpha. He just enjoyed it. With a pat to Lucifer’s behind, and a swift tug on his wing, Michael turned his attention back to Dean, rubbing his back gently.

“Thank you, Dean. Thank you for accepting me as your alpha, for making my flock a nest. You've made me very happy. I look forward to later, when I can take the time to pleasure you like I want. Unfortunately that’s not for today.” Michael sounded as regretful as he felt. “For now, sweetheart, time to move you. Luci’s ready.”

Dean wasn’t paying attention. He’d been so busy whining about the lack of wing love, he’d missed the dominance displays. Michael felt his feather ruffle, but in anticipation rather than displeasure. They’d have to work hard to impress Dean. Michael couldn't wait. Feeling his cock stir again, he regretfully eased out. Now wasn't the time. Today wasn't the time. There would be time enough for the challenge later.

Dean winced at the feeling of Michael’s cock slipping free, blushing as slick and come oozed from his well fucked ass, coating his thighs. Sniffing, Dean realised it was fresh slick. That was worse. He avoided looking at Michael, instead letting his eyes wondered around the room, taking in the various alphas until they finally landed on Lucifer. Who looked magnificent, arms crossed, cock proudly slapping his stomach, wings just as ridiculously high. Under any other circumstance, Dean would have been more than interested, however…

“I can’t have more sex,” he grumbled. Although the burning in his belly told him maybe he wanted it.

Lucifer laughed, the sound ringing loud and clear through their nest.

“Pretty sure you can, Dean. Also pretty sure you’re gonna love it. Every. Fucking. Second.” Lucifer paused, another grin lighting his face.

Michael pulled the closest body in for a hug. As Sam settled in his arms, Michael reflected that it had been a long time since Lucifer had been so unashamedly happy. Sexy, satisfied, pleased. But not innocently happy. Well, perhaps innocent wasn't an apt description. Was it innocent when you were planning on fucking your new mate into the mattress?

Not that it mattered. Dean was theirs, and if there had ever been any question as to whether Dean was the right omega (which there hadn’t), Lucifer’s laugh would have allayed all uncertainty.

--

Lucifer gently gathered Dean arms as Michael slowly - too fucking slowly, if you asked Lucifer - moved from the centre of the bed, making space for the pair. As Lucifer comfortably settled himself and Dean, his eye fell on a splash of colour, and he felt the first real jolt of possessive affection.

While grooming Dean’s and Michael’s wings, each coloured feather that had dropped had been woven into the mattress. The more emerald and turquoise and azure and jade, the more Dean was becoming the heart of the nest. Only if Dean was comfortable would he drop his feathers. The meaning was clear: Dean wanted this.

Lucifer's cock throbbed.

Omega.

Dean.

Dean was theirs.

Dean was his.

His possessive thoughts were interrupted by Dean batting pitifully at his hands.

“Luci,” he whined, flashing wide eyes at him. "Later?"

Ah fuck. So cute. How were they lucky enough to get the cutest omega in all of creation?

“Please, I can’t. ‘M tired and I just came. Three fucking times. Even I need recovery time.”

Lucifer laughed again. “No, no, my little darling. Perk of being the nest omega.” He ran a find down Dean’s cock, lying soft against his thigh. At Lucifer's gentle touch, however, it declared itself completely interested. “You’ll always get hard for your alpha.”

Dean looked equal parts mortified and fascinated. “But I still can’t come like a champion every time...”

Lucifer grinned, pulling Dean in for a hug, whispering in his ear, "Are you sure about that? Wanna try?"

Dean may have responded, but Lucifer didn't notice, distracted by the scent of Dean. It tickled at his nose and it wasn't enough. Lucifer nuzzled behind Dean's ear and breathing deeply, breathing in Dean. He ignored Dean's commands and demanding hands, instead allowing the feelings of safe and love and complete and home to move through him.

A discordant note hit him. It wasn't wrong. In fact it was very, very appealing. It just wasn't what he associated with Dean.

Nuzzling in deeper, Lucifer licked along Dean’s jaw, nibbling at his ear, trying to taste it. When it hit him. It was sage.

Sage and fireworks and frankincense.

It was Michael.

Lucifer's wings fluttered with pleasure and excitement. Dean was taking on their scent! And it would only get stronger and stronger, the more he bonded with them. On that happy thought, Lucifer shifted Dean, ignoring the outraged squawks at the manhandling. Eyes glowing with enjoyment, Lucifer relished his strength, holding Dean in place, ass just brushing against his cock.

He made a pretty picture. Lucifer idly rubbed himself against Dean. It even felt great. But it wasn't really conducive to fucking Dean. He couldn't just force him onto cock - well fucked he might be, but it was still their first time. He wanted it to be loving. And he didn’t want to open him with grace this time – mating should be hands on. A small pout formed, soon followed by his brother’s soft chuckle, and a teasing tug to his wings, before Gabriel was behind Dean, kissing down his back, as his hands traced Dean's sides before resting on his buttocks.

"Need some help, bro? Dean?"

Without waiting for an answer Gabriel's hands spread Dean's cheeks, one finger dipping between them. Gabriel's low moan had the room's attention.

"Fuck, Dean! You're so open… so wet... as wet as your wings. Probably don’t even need me to spread you for Luci." Gabriel leaned in close, the next words just for Dean. “But I will. Because the sight of your gorgeous ass spread, ready to be fucked is out of this world.”

Gabriel brushed his finger along Dean’s spread pucker, before bringing his fingers to his mouth. Lucifer couldn't see, but he heard the way Gabriel sucked at his fingers. Loud and filthy like he couldn’t get enough.

"Gabriel!"

Gabriel didn't reply, but his hands did return to Dean. Firm hands spread his cheeks, Gabriel watching as Dean’s slick and Michael’s come drip onto Lucifer’s cock before Lucifer slowly - excruciatingly slowly - lowered Dean onto his himself, giving Gabriel plenty of time to ensure Dean well placed. He moaned as he smoothly slid in, feeling the hot caress of Dean’s insides. This was going to be addictive.

--

Dean had been – for him – fairly passive up til this point. He’d allowed Michael and then Lucifer to handle him as they would. After all, he was new to this. And more to the point they seemed to know what they wanted. And if he happened to enjoy it too, well, that was just a bonus.

Plus there was no way he could escape Lucifer’s iron grip. The damn alphas were stronger than him. That both annoyed him and turned him on. (Ok, it turned him on. He flexed against Lucifer’s hold, revelling in the restraint). Dean would have been happy to let Lucifer control the pace. Really. He wasn’t greedy. But once Lucifer's cock breached Dean, and Gabriel's hands fell away, Lucifer paused. He fucking paused.

So Lucifer wanted to take it slow, enjoy it? Dean did not. He wanted Lucifer’s cock in him right now, and as deep as it could go. Was that too much to ask?

"Want you in me! None of this fucking teasing!"

Lucifer felt the omega struggle in his arms, trying to push himself down and impale himself on Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer tsked him.

Dean glared.

“Did you just tsk me?”

Laughing slightly, Lucifer nodded. “I believe I did. It’s getting to be a habit.”

Dean looked disgusted. “Break it. I’m not some child. I may be totally on board with being fucked, but that doesn't mean you get to treat me like an… aaahhhhh!”

Between one breath and the next, Dean found himself fully seated on Lucifer.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Dean panted, looking into Lucifer’s smug face. But before he could do anything to wipe that smug look away, someone did it for him. Fingers ran along his rim, nudging against Lucifer. Lucifer gasped, his knot starting to feel, and yeah, it felt good. Dean clenched experimentally. Different to Michael. Good, but different. Dean was looking forward to next time, taking his time exploring these gorgeous cocks with his mouth as well. Dean licked his lips. He wanted to be able to tell who was in him when he was blindfolded.

Thoughts of future plans were interrupted as Lucifer bucked up.

Hard.

Dean saw stars.

“Now you’re totally on board. My cock, that is.”

Lucifer was inordinately pleased with the pun. Dean looked torn between snarling, laughing and just coming on the spot, but before he could make a choice, Lucifer bucked up again, watching as pleasure spread across Dean’s face.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Dean.”

Lucifer could only thrust a few times before he felt his knot start to catch. That wouldn’t do. Gritting his teeth, he slowed his thrusts.

He could do this. He could control himself. If Michael could stop himself going feral, Lucifer could fuck his omega without coming like an untrained fledgling.

He could have, too, if his cheeky omega hadn't decided to tease him. As Lucifer forced himself to still, his hold loosened enough that Dean shook off his hands. With a challenging grin, Dean gripped the alpha’s forearms, raising himself until just the tip of Lucifer’s cock spread him. He could feel the mess in ass leak a little. Well, it could just ease his slide back down…

Luficer mewled as Dean dropped down, enjoying the smooth slide. He paused, leaning forward to kiss him, biting his lip before licking it better.

"You like it when I’m in charge, huh?" Dean watched Lucifer’s throat as he swallowed. “You like it when the weak omega holds you down, makes you take it?”

He didn't give Lucifer a chance to answer, instead lowering himself further, until he felt his rim rub against Lucifer’s knot. He teased it, feeling it grow hotter and tighter and bigger beneath him.

“I wonder… I wonder if I should let you knot me?” Dean’s voice was a taunt. A red hot taunt. “I know you’d love that fat knot in me. Spreading me, plugging me as you fill me up. Mix yourself with Michael. The question is do I want to let you?”

Eyes flashing, Lucifer growled. Dean was right. At some stage it would be nice to let his weaker mate take control. But not right now. Right now Lucifer was pumped with the need to take and claim and mate and no sassy little omega was going to change that. Grabbing Dean’s waist he pulled him down sharply, thrusting up at the same time.

Both angels gasped as Lucifer's knot pushed past Dean’s rim, almost too big. Dean bit his lip, and Lucifer bit Dean, honing in on the left collar bone. Dean’s moans, half pleasure, half pain, filled the room. Lucifer bit until he tasted Dean, until his Dean was well and truly tied. As soon as he released Dean, soothing the pain away with his tongue, his nest mates swarmed the couple, grooming their wings as they had Michael’s before.

practically purred. He reached round behind Dean, running his primaries straight down from Dean’s oil glands, ignoring Sam and Castiel’s growls, as they batted his wings away. The feeling of Dean’s oil dripping down his feathers was better than he imagined. Without conscious thought his wings fluffed, granting easier access to his alpha mates. Gabriel took advantage, pulling him close so he could whisper in his ear.

“No wonder you prefer bottoming, Luci, if all it takes is the brush of a hot ass for you to knot.”

Lucifer was feeling much too good to admonish his little brother as he properly deserved. “Just you wait until it’s your turn – uh! Gabe… Dean feels so fucking good. He’s so hot and tight. Just fucking perfect.”

“You could tell Dean.” Castiel’s voice was quiet, but disapproving. Although his hands stayed gentle, trailing through Lucifer's feathers in long, gentle strokes, there was a hint of warning when he tugged on his wingtips.

Ignoring both his mates, he gripped Dean’s hips, grinding him down. Did he really need to listen to little alphas when he was content just to feel Dean squeezing around him? He and Dean were sharing a pleasurable moment. An important moment. A sharp tug on his wing reminded him that Castiel demanded Lucifer’s obedience. Sighing, Lucifer complied.

“Sorry it was so fast, Dean. But the feel of you – Father! – so hot and tight and perfect.” He leaned in to nuzzle his mark. "You're perfect. I love being in you."

Dean was lots to the rhythmic pulsing inside him, as Lucifer continues to fill him. His belly felt distended, filled with come as he was. And he still had three more alphas to fuck… Dean didn’t know what state his ass would be in following that, but he could honestly say he was looking forward to it.

Despite the alpha banter, he was surrounded by soft words, and gentle hands. Even as Lucifer argued with his brothers, Sam and Michael whispered in his ear. How perfect he was. How loved he was. And even though it made him blush, Dean knew could get used to this. Wanted it even! He might miss topping occasionally but...

“Maybe next time you can fuck me. Then we’ll see how long you last.”

Dean couldn’t help his moan. Really? Wasn’t that everything he’d ever wanted? What had he ever done to get so lucky? A grin spread across his face, and he shifted forward, nuzzling at Lucifer’s throat. Nibbling along the alpha mating marks led to purrs and growls, wings shaking and dipping until Dean’s lips ghosted over the unmarked spot directly below Lucifer’s throat. Dean couldn’t help licking it. Then nibbling it. He must have growled, as a flurry of movement, and Dean felt the alphas had stepped back, but Dean has eyes only for Lucifer's wings, his dark, beautiful wings spread wide and displayed in their full glory.

They’re strong. Beautiful. And big, Dean thought dazedly. Big enough to protect us all. He reached towards them, before his eyes once more zeroed in on the unmarked flesh of Lucifer's chest. It needed something…

Dean bit, more sure than with Michael. He felt a heady rush as he tasted Lucifer, his blood, his grace, the very essence of him. He felt the alphas strong presence, felt his mating mark throb even as he lathed Lucifer's new one.

A hand brushed his cock, barely even touching it.

But he came.

Again.

Loudly.

--

He didn't know how long it took him to come back to himself. Humming, he kept his eyes closed, as fingers smoothed his feathers, voices telling how happy they were, that he was family, nest, that it was forever.

Eventually he opened his eyes, Lucifer’s face looming large before him. Ignoring the smug expression, he instead watched, wide eyed, as Lucifer scooped Dean’s come as it dripped down his belly. Bringing his hand to his mouth, Lucifer lapped at sticky substance. Eyes closed, he hummed in appreciation.

"Delicious. You taste delicious."

Dropping his hand to his belly, he began rubbing Dean’s come into the soft skin there.

It was still fucking hot, watching an alpha - his alpha, he’d marked him now – rubbing Dean’s scent into his skin. Dean nuzzled at the base of Lucifer’s throat. Luci definitely smelt like him. And Dean liked it.

--

Much as Lucifer enjoyed having Dean in his lap, there were still things to do. He couldn’t help reaching around Dean, dropping his hands to caress the round globes, before lifting Dean up and off his lap. As Lucifer’s cock popped free, Dean felt come and slick leak out of him, coating his thighs.

Grumbling complaints under his breath, he still allowed himself to be transferred to Gabriel’s arms. Gabe just grinned at him, kissing away his grumbles, before pushing Dean back onto the mattress. He fell with a squawk and a fluttering of wings, valiantly attempting to keep his balance. (He couldn’t help but blush at in the indrawn breaths and the muttered beautifuls. He couldn’t help but preen either, and as he fell to bed casually draped his wings across the bed, displaying the colours to their best advantage. But it wasn’t like he planned it.)

Before Dean could get settled, Gabriel ran his hands up Dean’s legs, before firmly settling on his thighs. Dean felt his eyes widen and his blush reignite as Gabriel spread his legs wide. His blush spread down his body. It felt like Gabriel was staring at him.

And staring Gabriel was. Dean’s hole was a little puffy, pink and entrancing, leaking slick and come. The scent was earthy… no Heavenly Gabriel corrected himself. Keeping his grasp firm, Gabriel kissed his way up Dean’s thigh, licking each freckle, gathering the taste of his mates on his tongue, slowing down and savouring as he got closer to Dean’s groin.

Encouraged by Dean’s indrawn breath, Gabriel nuzzled his sac, laying little kitten licks across until Dean’s hips moved, attempting to push up, attempting to usher Gabriel towards his leaking hole.

“Uh, uh, uh, Deano. We do this at my pace.”

Dean’s response was to put more power behind his hips. Unfortunately, he was no match for an alpha angel. Even a little alpha angel. Shaking his head sadly, Gabriel simply held Dean in place. He held Dean’s gaze until the omega dropped his hips with an impatient huff. Gabriel rewarded him with a teasing touch to his balls, before blowing gently over his hole.

“I’d love to clean you up good, Dean. You smell so good,” and Gabriel couldn’t help nuzzling against Dean’s puckered hole. “I bet you taste just as good. But…” Gabriel let his voice trail off. “You need to be good for me. Can you be good, Dean? Stay still while I lick you clean?”

The weird thing was, Dean did want to be good. At the very least the thought of Gabriel’s tongue in his ass was very pleasant. So, giving a tight nod, Dean allowed Gabriel to spread his legs. It was… uncomfortable yet comforting, to be spread so wide, but have his every movement supported and controlled. A warning pinch (which wasn’t fair! Dean hadn’t done anything!), and Gabriel’s hands moved to cup his buttocks, urging him to roll back and present his ass for Gabriel’s reverent exploration. Settling back, Dean sighed happily at the first swipe of Gabriel’s tongue – starting on his inner thigh meandering its way up to under Dean’s heavy (again!) balls. What he really wanted to do was thrust his hips up, presenting his well fucked – and dripping - hole for Gabriel’s attention, but the alphas firm grip denied him movement. It was kind, in its own way. Gabriel was not allowing Dean the option of disobeying. All Dean could do was relax into the warm, wet touch of Gabriel’s tongue. Long minutes passed, Gabriel licking long, wet stripes up Dean’s thighs. He deliberately avoided Dean’s puffy hole, enjoying the omegas cut off pleas and whines.

“Fuck – so good, Dean! I can taste Michael and Lucifer – and you.” Gabriel licked a long stripe along Dean’s crack, letting his tongue tease at the edges of his fluttering hole. “One day, I’ll make you come just from licking you open. Would you like that Dean? Coming on nothing more than a tongue in your ass?” Gabriel suited actions to his words, firming his tongue to a point, before finally, finally pressing it inside.

Dean was already loose – being fucked twice in a row would do that – but all that did was immediately allow Gabriel to get his tongue deep. Gabriel was happy. Dean was a new taste – sweet on his tongue, and his flavour melded so well with his brothers… Still. Gabriel was looking forward to getting at that ass first next time, and opening it from a tight little bud until all he could taste was Dean.

It was unclear to the rest of the room who was moaning more – Dean, spread open and split on his alpha’s tongue, or Gabriel, face glued to his omega’s sweet ass.

Castiel and Sam exchanged looks. This was possibly Gabriel’s favourite activity. He could keep it up for hours, and now just wasn’t the time. Dropping to either side of him, Sam’s hand moved to cup the swell of Gabriel’s ass, a finger trailing gently over his hole. Immediately, Gabriel pushed back, whimpering a little when Sam moved it. When it Sam’s finger didn’t return, he turned his attention back to Dean, but Castiel’s hands in his wings prevented him reaching Dean’s dripping hole.

Turning wounded eyes on Castiel, Gabriel pouted. “Cas! He tastes so good! Why would you…?”

The complaints were silenced as Castiel took Gabriel’s mouth, tongue sweeping in, tasting Lucifer and Michael and a new, sweet flavour. Drawing back, Castiel licked over Gabriel’s parted lips, before trailing kisses down his neck.

“You’re correct, Gabriel. Dean does taste good.”

Gabriel didn’t respond, too busy leaning into Sam, who kissing his way down Gabriel’s other side. Catching Sam’s eyes, Castiel gave a small nod, then both their lips found their mating marks. Gabriel’s cry of pleasure filled the room, and Dean struggled to sit up, enraptured at the sight the three made. And maybe a little jealous. Gabe had a great mouth…

Before he could decide to move away from Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer were behind him, hands on his wings, on his shoulders, Lucifer’s lips finding his mating mark. Dean stifled his gasp. Fuck… just the one felt good. He could barely imagine how much pleasure Gabriel was feeling.

Michael’s hand wandered down between Dean’s legs, fingers lightly tracing his hole. “Much cleaner.” He tried to keep his disappointment out of his voice. There was something so primal about watching his come dripping from his omega. There would always be later.

Lucifer lifted his mouth, leaving Dean gasping. Looking towards Gabriel, who was a shivering mess, held up only by Sam and Castiel, he smiled.

“Looks you aren’t up for much, Gabriel. Maybe fucking Dean will be a little too much for you…” Lucifer let his voice trail off, dropping back to admire his brother’s fortitude, as he shook off Sam and Castiel, spreading his wings wide. He appeared to glow, the light of the candles reflecting off his glorious wings, scattering light throughout the nest.

Dean had shaken off Michael, and shifted until he was sitting on his knees. He looked at the displayed wings, with shy pleasure on his face. He reached forward with his own wings, pressing them against the softer, sensitive under feathers of his alpha. He looked up from under lowered lashes, shivering with anticipation, as Gabriel’s eyes seemed to catch fire. Before Dean could utter the snarky comment on his tongue, Gabriel was on him, wings pushing him back, lifting him up, until Gabriel was on top of him, with the tip of his cock pressed firmly against Dean’s ass. Dean felt the gush of slick before they sighed in unison as Gabriel pressed into him, enjoying the smooth slide as Gabriel slid home.

Around the pair, there was a moment of silence for Gabriel’s gymnastic feat.

“I… I’m not sure how that was even possible,” Lucifer eventually offered. “But it seems I was wrong. You are up for fucking our gorgeous omega.”

All eyes turned back to Dean, who flushed. A-fucking-gain. It wasn’t like they all hadn’t been staring at him. They had since they tracked him down at home. During the whole getting to know you. And he’d been naked the whole time too. That had been… kind of ok. His nudity hadn’t been a real focus. Not until Michael fucked him. Then all eyes were on him in a hot we wish we were the one between your legs right now kind of way. Same again when Lucifer fucked him. And that… that was hot and got him kinda hot. It made sense, after all, he’d enjoyed watching these smoking hot alphas with Sam. And wasn’t that something he hoped to see again?!

But Gabriel… Gabe was different. In a group it was fine. But one on one? Gabe was little. He sucked lollipops, and got his feelings hurt. He cried. He was even more of a girl than Sammy.

And now the girly little alpha had manhandled him with extreme ease. It shouldn’t have been embarrassing – the difference in strength between an alpha and an omega was huge – but it was. It was… confronting. Dean berated himself – it was a stupid thing to get caught up in.

But caught up he was. He must have whimpered, because a gentle hand rubbed along his ribs, the other leading his chin, directing his gaze to Gabriel’s. Eyes of liquid gold stared soulfully at him.

“You’re perfect, Dean. My perfect omega. You’re so good, Dean. Such a good boy for me”

Blushing harder, Dean looked away. But the words had worked. Whereas before his stomach roiled with unease, now it burned with an embarrassing warmth.

“Not good,” he mumbled.

Soft laughter surrounding him.

“I disagree,” Gabriel smiled at him. “But we’re going to have plenty of time to show you how good you can be.”

Before Dean could argue again, Gabriel moved his hips, pulling out before slamming back in, hitting his prostrate dead on. As Dean moaned, Gabriel moved steadily, send wave after wave of pleasure through his body. Gabriel’s wings echoed his thrusts, long, languorous movements against Dean’s wings, all designed to push Dean flat against the bed. Dean relaxed into the touches, allowing the alpha to take his pleasure as he would. But he was teasing. It wasn’t enough. With a snarl, he hooked his legs around Gabriel’s hips, pulling him in close. Moving his hands, he grabbed Gabriel’s face, drawing him close before biting his lip. Gabriel’s eyes flared red, and Dean smirked up at his alpha.

“That all you got?”

Gabriel returned the teasing with a wicked grin. “Cheeky aren’t you? Gotta admit, I’m looking forward to later, kiddo. Because you’re going to willingly lower your wings for me, and present that gorgeous ass.” Gabriel punctuated his words with a thrust firm enough to dislodge Dean’s legs from his waist. Feet slipped, but before he could wrap them around the alpha again, they were caught and held in place. A wild glance showed Castiel and Sam. Moving in tandem, the two brought his knees up until his feet hit Gabriel’s waist. It was… mildly unnerving. Being spread open like this, held in place, with no control.

Gabriel, however, had no mixed feeling, obviously enjoying his mates’ manhandling Dean beneath him. If his moans hadn’t given it away, the way his knot started to swell did. As it tugged at his rim, Dean’s hips attempted to pump upwards, enticing the alpha to bury his knot deep in Dean’s ass. Sam and Castiel’s hands were too strong – but it didn’t stop him writhing beautifully.

Gabriel pressed forward, cursing himself for his lack of control. He considered stalling, wresting back his orgasm, but the way Dean panted so sweetly, begging with his body if not his lips was too much of an enticement. He couldn’t wait another moment, pushing his swelling knot past Dean’s stretched rim.

Dean muffled his moans against his arm, ass clenching around the alphas thick cock. The caress was enough to push Gabriel past his breaking point. As his cock twitched, spilling his first drops of come inside his willing omega, his head dropped, mouth unerringly seeking Dean’s left clavicle, mirroring Lucifer’s mark. Dean gasped, but his hands moved to Gabriel’s head, cradling him until he bit, hand petting as he let up, licking away the fresh blood and nuzzling at the mark. Gabriel’s mark.

Resting his head against Dean’s chest, it was Gabriel’s turn to feel flustered. That really hadn’t gone according to plan. He’d wanted to fuck Dean until he was a mess of sensation, so the omega came first. But Dean had felt so good. And he’d moaned so prettily. And he’d looked so needy. And Gabriel had so wanted to claim.

At least he’d outlasted Luci. That counted for something.

Sighing again, Gabriel rutted gently into Dean, pulling backwards to tug at Dean’s sensitive rim. He could have stayed there for hours, just enjoying the silky strength of Dean’s ass.

Unfortunately, he had incredibly bossy little alpha mates.

“Sit up,” Castiel demanded. “Dean needs to sit on your lap.”

“We need to do your wings,” Sam added.

Grumbling about young upstarts, Gabriel pulled himself and Dean into an upright position. He carefully manoeuvred Dean, who was very securely tied, Gabriel noted gleefully. He couldn’t resist grinding against him, just to feel Dean’s inner muscles tighten as he rubbed against his prostate.

Now they were both upright, Gabriel could focus on his pretty mate. Dean’s eyes were glazed, although his lashes were beating rapidly, as he attempted to gain some semblance of control. In the meantime, his perfectly pouty lips remained open on a gasp. Fuck but the man was beautiful.

Too soon Dean had pulled himself together enough to start whining.

“I was comfortable! Why do we need to sit up, anyway?”

Ignoring the petulance, Gabriel reached behind the omega, running light fingers over Dean’s low hanging feathers. He whistled softly as oil covered his fingers.

“Liked that, didn’t you Dean? You like being held down, and just taken. You’re dripping. Fuck, that’s sexy!”

Before Dean could complain again, Castiel’s hands were running through his feathers, spreading oil from the base of his wings to his wing tips. Maybe he purred… it felt good, that was for sure. As soon as his hands were coated, Castiel silently ceded his position to Sam, appearing behind Gabriel. Dean watched as Castiel applied long, smooth strokes. With each pass Gabriel’s wings took on a shine.

Castiel made eye contact over Gabriel’s shoulder.

“So generous Dean, gifting us with your oil.”

He must have touched a sensitive spot, because with a cry Gabriel collapsed against him, causing Dean to gasp as his knot touched him just right… It was almost enough for him to come. His cock was hard and leaking against his belly. Just a little more and…

“Ah!”

Gabriel’s hand grasped him, one firm slide of his hand enough to push him over the edge. As pleasure rushed through him, Gabriel directed his head down. Eyes closed, Dean mouthed and suckled, nothing tasting right until he reached that point –

“Now, Dean!”

Who was Dean to ignore such an impassioned plea? As he marked his alpha, Gabriel’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Gabriel stroked his hair, whispered in his ear, how good he was, how perfect, how happy they would make him, how happy they already were. He kept up the petting until Dean released his teeth, licking lightly at the mark before collapsing against Gabriel’s chest.

“So perfect, Dean.”

Dean would have argued, but he was comfortable. Gabriel was still snug within, cock still busy filling him, if the jerking was any indication. It just felt good. Dean felt good. Filled and – dare he say it – loved.

While he’d been busy marking Gabriel, lost to his own pleasure, the other alphas had completed the oiling of Gabriel’s wings. Noting that Dean was now looking at him again, Gabriel puffed up, spreading his wings in a dramatic movement. Although impressive, their magnificence was dimmed by the catcalls from oil splattered alphas.

Arching an eyebrow, Dean mimicked the move. Even as he covered the his mates with oil (the good natured complaints were somewhat diluted as they licked the oil off each other), he relished the way their eyes were drawn to his wings. Although they lacked the sheer size of the archangels’ (all his alpha mates, really), they were still impressive. What they liked in size though, they made up for in their peacock-y beauty.

Dean chuckled to himself. The candles still burnt, their glowing colours reflecting his own. It was a mating display. He let his wings drop submissively, immediately bathing in the alpha pheromones that filled the space.

For the first time, Dean felt proud of his wings. He did that. To his alphas.

“So beautiful, Dean.” Gabriel’s hands, which had been curved around his ass trailed up around his hips, before coming to rest on his tummy, just under his come. Gabriel’s hand rested there, and he just stared at the mess on Dean’s belly, before leaning down, and licking a long stripe up. Dean watched, fascinated, as he held Dean’s come on his tongue for a moment, before closing his eyes and swallowing. Bright eyes suddenly met his.

“Delicious.” A cheeky tongue swiped over Dean’s bottom lip. His tongue automatically followed, tasting himself.

He tasted sweet.

What had Michael said? He’d taste sweeter as he bonded with them all.

Gabriel seemed to read his mind. “Can’t wait til we all bond. What will you taste like then, Dean? Maybe next time I’ll lay you out, tie you down and lick you clean. Each and every time.”

He couldn’t stop the excited flutter of his wings. Smiling, Gabriel dragged his finger across Dean’s tummy, transferring his fingers to his chest, rubbing Dean’s come into the new mating mark. Dean’s eyes fluttered. That would never get old…

Lost in Gabriel’s eyes, it seemed like no time had passed. And yet, Gabriel’s knot had now deflated enough that Castiel’s hands were now supporting his ass, lifting him off. He couldn’t help the wince as slick and come leaked from his ass, pooling on Gabriel’s lap. Although it went with the territory, that wasn’t the way he wanted to mark his alphas.

Gabriel just grinned at him as two sets of hands pulled him to the side of the bed, Lucifer and Michael meeting over Gabriel’s now soft cock to lick and suck him clean.

When they weren’t busy kissing each other.

Sending a challenging look at Dean, Gabriel turned his eyes on his mates. “Luci...”

The words meant nothing to Dean. Gabriel could have been asking for anything, but from the way Lucifers fingers immediately trailed through the mixture coating Gabriel’s thighs, they’d done this before. Watching with bated breath, Dean followed Lucifers fingers as they trailed down between Gabriel’s cheeks. Dean couldn’t tear his eyes away, as one finger dripped between Gabriel’s rounded cheeks, before teasing at his hole, pressing lightly. Recoating his fingers countless times, Lucifer gently opened Gabriel up.

When he had three fingers buried in his ass, Gabriel pulled Michael down, kissing him deeply.

They were so pretty, Dean thought to himself. Although Dean could have continued watching them, this, apparently, was a sign. Suddenly Sam was behind him, strong arms around his waist, pulling him backwards while Cas pushed Dean straight into Sam’s chest.

“Next time we’ll open Gabe up with your wing oil. Then you can fuck him. I think you’ll both like that.”

Dean grinned. Fuck yeah he’d love that. He could see it now, his alphas preparing one of them for Dean. Dean’s spent cock gave a twitch of life. His head dropped back against Sam.

“I can’t believe I’m about to get it up again.” It was only half complaint. Sam’s big hands dropped down to fondle his cock, pulling once, twice, before dropping down to tug on his balls. Dean undulated his hips, moving into the touch.

Sam chuckled in his ear. “Like that, big brother?”

His response was interrupted by a lewd groan from Gabriel. Before he could see what was happening, a low growl from Castiel brought him back to the alpha between his legs.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, Cas? Need me to fuck you?” He ran a hand down his body, palming his cock. “Ready and at your service.”

Dean’s grin was cheeky. He didn’t get an answering one. Instead Sam grabbed his hand, holding it on his thigh while Castiel considered him with serious eyes.

“I feel that Gabriel and Lucifer may have confused you.” Castiel’s hands, which had been resting on his thighs, dipped between Dean’s spread buttocks, pushing the mixture of slick and come back into him. “I am an alpha - your alpha. And you, Dean, are the omega.” Castiel moved forward, hard cock sliding against Dean’s. “You are my omega.” Castiel mouthed at his spot, below Lucifer’s. “My role is to fuck you until you can’t even remember your name.”

Dean couldn’t control the gush of slick. Although he didn’t smile, Castiel’s eyes crinkled in a very satisfied way as he felt the fresh evidence of Dean’s arousal.

“Could your confusion be because you have technically been “on top”?” Castiel mused. Dean rolled his eyes. He could practically hear the finger quotes. “Now isn’t the time, alas, to put a cheeky omega back in his place. But when we have time, Dean, I think you’ll find great joy when I put you on your hands and knees, presenting your oh so fuckable ass ready for my cock. In fact, I can guarantee you’ll be begging for it.”

Given Castiel was staring at his cock, Dean couldn’t hide the way it twitched. Given Castiel’s fingers were buried in his ass, he couldn’t hide the additional moisture, couldn’t hide the way his muscles squeezed in anticipation. But Dean had his game face on. He’d had plenty of opportunities to pretend he was something he wasn’t.

So teeth bared, Dean snapped at him. “You earn that, Cas!”

Immediately Dean was crowded backwards against Sam’s immoveable chest – and Dean had thought he was already plastered plenty close! Castiel’s wings were arched high above them. While not as big as any of the archangels, there were filled with a sternness that Lucifer and Gabriel lacked, dominance and implacability in their every line.

Dean dropped his wings even as he dropped his eyes. He never knew he wanted this. It made him quiver.

--

Michael stopped kissing Gabriel, ignoring the whimper and attempt to pull him back. Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back and scented the air. There was a new note. The room was already filled with arousal - so much arousal. He could scent his alphas, both beautiful and familiar, as well as the new, sweet scent of Dean. Now there something more. Something wasn’t there until just now…

“Oh…”

Both Gabriel and Lucifer looked at him sharply. Michael jerked his head, and both alphas obediently scented the air. It took longer for them to identify the new note – Michael expected that. They were a flock of alphas, and although Gabriel and Lucifer were less likely to take control – or need it – no one in their flock was truly submissive. The fact that their two youngest alphas were the most sexually dominant had added an interesting and exciting dynamic.

But now they had an omega.

And not just an omega.

A submissive.

A true submissive.

It was unexpected. Most welcome, but definitely unexpected.

Of course Michael had informed Dean that his job was to obey. And of course Dean had nodded – within a nest it was the natural order of things. But if Dean had been as toppy as he appeared, then their dynamic would have shifted. A nest nurtured every member. It was Michael’s job to make sure that each and every member of his flock was cared for as they needed to be cared for.

But once again Dean had defied expectations. The way Dean had argued, had pushed, lived as a beta and not been caught! Well, Dean was magnificent. (Of course, Michael thought smugly. Their perfect omega wasn’t ever going to be anything else).

And sure, Dean enjoyed being tied up, told what to do, it didn’t really mean anything. Most omegas enjoyed it, at least a little. Fuck, Lucifer and Gabriel enjoyed it!

But when actually pushed? Not all omegas melted so beautifully, not all had a natural scent of submission.

Not all were Dean.

“Our perfect little submissive, huh?” Gabriel whistled, then grinned. “Thank god! I was getting sick of pretending for Cassy and Sam!”

--

Castiel’s unblinking gaze was completely focused on Dean. He blushed and tried to look away – Cas was fucking intense! - but one of Sam’s hands shifted up, holding him in place.

“Sammy!”

Sam bit Dean’s ear. “Cas wants you to look at him. Don’t you want to do what Cas wants? To be be obedient? Be good for your alpha, Dean?” Sam let the words sink in, before moving one huge hand to rub along Dean’s inner thigh. “I know you can be so good, Dean. I want you to show me how good you can be, for Cas and me.”

It was rather confronting, Dean thought distantly, having Sam breathe this in his ear. He’d never entertained the thought that Sam would tell him what to do. Even when he’d been a beta, Sam had followed his lead in hunts, and certainly given in to him in other ways.

And in the bedroom, well he’d always been the one in charge –he had to, didn’t he? So everything in the nest was pretty much one shock after another. Dean hadn’t realised how much he’d enjoy having someone stronger than him tell him what to do. Fuck, since he’d come to the nest he’d leaked slick at being bound, at Michael telling him that he was their submissive, at being held down and told to take it.

But it had felt like a game. A sexy, feel good game.

Now though, for the first time, it felt different. With Cas stern above him, wings spread in a display of sheer dominance, and with Sam behind him holding him in place…

“Sammy…” he whined it. Wriggling between his brother’s legs, he whined.

“Shhhh… it’s ok, Dean. I know this is scary, but we are going to make you feel so good. All you have to do is what you’re told.” Big, strong hands stroked and soothed him. Dean focused on that, rather than Cas in front of him. Huh, he thought distantly. Luci was right – they did look like big, strong hands, didn’t they?

Before he could wrap himself up in his thoughts, Castiel caught his chin, forcing eye contact again. Dean couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. How ridiculous was it, avoiding eye contact with the alpha who had three fingers up his ass?

Castiel smiled at him. “I want you to look at me, Dean. I know this is hard for you, but I want you to keep looking at me. “

--

He obviously wanted to look away. His eyelashes fluttered, he gripped Sam’s hands, and though his gaze would dart away, it would always return.

“You’re doing so well, Dean,” Castiel crooned.

He shuffled closer, settling between Dean’s gorgeous bowed legs. He’d admired them, of course, but he gained a new appreciation as he settled snugly between them. A shared look had Sam lifting Dean higher, until Castiel’s cock could glide smoothly between Dean’s spread ass cheeks. The tip of his cock caught on Dean’s rim, and Castiel leant in for a kiss, running his cock along the puffy edge, all the while cradling Dean’s face. He allowed Dean’s eyes to close, dropping gentle kisses on his eyelids and every freckle he could find, before finally placing a chaste kiss on those parted lips.

“Such a good boy.”

Dean’s flush was a joy to behold, Castiel mused, trailing his hand down Dean’s body, stopping to scoop come from his belly. Bringing his fingers to his mouth he paused, inhaling the scent of aroused omega. Of home and love. Of submission and defiance and everything that made up Dean.

Dean

Behind Dean’s head, Sam’s eyes were glued to Castiel’s fingers. Feeling generous, he brought his fingers to Sam’s mouth, rubbing his fingers against his lips and watching with enjoyment as Sam licked every last bit.

“Good?”

“Delicious,” Sam replied, his tongue chasing the remaining come.

Castiel was not an angel made of stone. “Let me help,” he purred, leaning over Dean’s shoulder, licking the last drops, before moving to take Sam’s mouth. Thrusting his tongue in, he sought out the flavour of Dean. After tasting his fill, he leant back, teeth bared in a feral grin.

“He does taste delicious, Sam.”

Apparently, their omega had had enough of being ignored.

--oo--

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