Fic: To Make a Nest (Part 7/7)
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majestic_duxkKinks and warnings are in part 1
Go back to part 6
--oo--
“If you want it, take it from the source, Cas. Happy for you to suck my cock any time.”
The leer was cute, Castiel decided. The attitude was not. However…
“I am looking forward to teaching you how to behave, Dean.” He added a firm squeeze to Dean’s ass for good measure. “Really looking forward to it. In the meantime, you take what we give you. And right now, I am giving your come to Sam.”
The pouty look was also cute. “Thought you had to rub it in. Part of the ritual.”
Castiel nipped at Dean’s chin, to hide his grin. “Happily you are an overachiever, Dean. There is plenty here,” and Castiel ran his hand from the tip of Dean’s soft, oversensitive cock, the through the mess on his belly, up to one nipple – which he tweaked sharply.
“I really do want to play with you, but I am sure you are reaching your limit. And you still have important tasks to do.” Castiel looked at Dean, splayed out beneath him. He still needed to claim the omega, and Sam waiting was so patiently .
Castiel just stared. Again. Dean shifted as much as Sam’s hold would allow him. If only Castiel would fucking do something! What was he looking at anyway?
Lips curved as Castiel surveyed Dean. It was clear that Dean needed Castiel’s cock in his ass. Castiel was more than happy to oblige. Sam still held Dean’s legs open, so he wasted no more time. Grasping the base of his cock, Castiel massaged his knot for a moment, before lining up with Dean’s hole and pushing forward.
“How does it feel, Cas?”
Castiel bit back an appreciative groan. “He’s so hot. And smooth. And tight,” he finished on a grunt, as he bottomed out and Dean squeezed just so.
He paused just a moment, feeling Dean settle around him. But this placid pace wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to plunder and take and own.
“Hold him tight, Sam.”
That was the only warning Dean had before Castiel was pounding into him. Fingers gripped his hips hard enough to bruise – more marks! he thought giddily – as he grappled against Sam’s grip.
“No, Dean. You need to stay still.” Sam was sliding against his back, and Dean belatedly realised that was his fault. His wing oil was dripping from his feathers, coating his back and Sam’s chest. Dean grinned.
“I’m marking you, Sammy. Good and proper.”
He gasped as Sam bit his ear, before he growled, “I’ll soon show you good and proper.” Before Dean could respond, Sam was talking to Castiel. “Seems like you need more practice, Cas. Dean’s attention is wandering…”
Castiel responded by hooking his arms underneath Dean’s knees, moving his hands to Sam’s shoulders.
“Cas!”
The alpha snarled at him. “Now that I have your attention Dean…”
Without another word Castiel was fucking Dean deep and hard. He stared into Dean’s eyes, and as he felt his knot swell he simply thrust harder, pulling at Dean’s rim until he was too swollen to pull out.
“Mine,” he growled, just before came, just before his teeth sank into Dean’s chest.
--
By the time Dean came back to himself, he was seating in Castiel’s lap. Castiel’s wings were spread behind him, gleaming with Dean’s oil, and his scent already mingling with Dean’s. A glance at his belly showed it clean of come – someone must have licked him clean. From the lascivious wink Gabriel sent him, he had a good idea who.
He reached a weak hand out towards Cas’s chest, but before he could touch, Castiel grabbed it, kissing his palm.
“You are amazing, Dean. Thank you.”
Dean blushed and looked away. Amazing? There was nothing amazing about him. Fuck, he wasn’t even doing much. Just lying there. He really didn’t understand why they would… praise him. Why were they even doing that? Once he decided he was in, well, he was a sure thing. Surely they knew that. There was no need to… to butter him up.
He wriggled uncomfortably, and felt Cas dislodge. Fuck – if Cas’s knot had already gone down, how long had he been out? That wasn’t normal… that wasn’t… Fuck, he was…
Sam watched his brother. His wings were twitching restlessly and his eyes started glowing with distress. The scent of omega distress filled the air. Lucifer and Gabriel, quickly checked the perimeter – of course they were safe, but they were now linked to Dean, and his distress triggered an automatic response. Castiel’s arms tightened around the distressed angel, but Dean launched himself backwards.
Sam had seen Dean freak out before, but he always had an element of control. This was different. Why would he be…? He glanced at Cas who was looking at Dean with concern. Dean was pulling at his wing tip, something he only did when he thought he fucked up.
Sam’s hear dropped. Dean!
Michael went to reach for their omega, distressed at his distress, but Sam placed a gently restraining hand on his arm. “Please, Alpha. Let me.”
Pausing, Michael clenched his hand, but nodded. Everything in him wanted to draw the omega into his arms, make him feel safe and loved and cherished, but in a day full of changes – big, life changing changes – Sam was the most familiar.
Though the seeds for love had been planted – and it was quite clear that every alpha in the nest was enamoured with Dean – it would still take some time for him to be truly comfortable with them all. To understand that they loved him/
But Sam? Sam was safe. Sam was already family. And Dean loved Sam, always had. Michael stood back, and watched Sam. He focused on calming himself – his angry, protective pheromones were not going to help anything right now.
Still. He didn’t drop his wings. He was ready to protect Dean in any way he needed.
--
“Dean,” Sam called softly, but got no response. He just kept rhythmically pulling at his wing.
“Dean, I need you to talk to me.” When that got no response, Sam pulled out the big guns.
He dropped his wings, eyes and voice. “Dean… Dean, I need you.”
The response was instantaneous. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as Dean’s eyes focused, and he found himself with an armful of Dean. Dean ran his hands across his shoulders, along his wings, before pulling his face up.
“Sammy? What? What’s wrong?”
--
As Dean’s distress faded, so too did the alphas distress. Castiel sat back, ensuring he was within touching distance from his mates, but studiously keeping his hands off Dean. Lucifer and Gabriel moved back to the bed, quickly becoming wrapped in each other’s wings. They kept their eye focused on the Dean and Sam.
And Michael watched the two newest nest mates – almost nest mates. And like that Michaels blood throbbed with need. He’d damped it down, but it was back with a vengeance, now that the danger to the nest was gone. He breathed deeply, allowing the scents of his mates to calm him, allowing his wings to drop. While all he wanted to do was to reach for Dean, he had to bide his time.
Dean needed Sam.
Maybe it would always be like this, he mused. Maybe it would always be Sam that soothed him. Because as much as Dean loved Sam, Sam loved Dean the same way.
But he hoped not. They just had a history. And Dean’s future was all of them. He had plenty of time to earn that love and trust from their omega.
--
Before Dean could get too worked up, Sam hauled him back onto his lap. While Sam’s (big, strong) arms wrapped around his middle, Sam’s cock also made itself known, hot and hard against Dean’s.
Dean looked down with something akin to admiration.
“Woah, Sammy! You’re packing!”
(Gabriel grinned into Lucifer’s wings. Dean’s ability to roll with the situation and find his feet was going to keep them all entertained for a few millennia. Or forever.)
His minor freak out forgotten (forever, Dean pleaded, please Dad, let it be forever!), Dean focussed on the next best thing: And that was the impressively large boner pressing against him.
It wasn’t that the other alphas had been small. To the contrary, Dean had never been stuffed so full in his life. But they had focused on him… Their hands, their mouths worshipping him. Dean hadn’t had time to really take stock of their cocks: not until they were lodged firmly in his ass. So this was a first. And Sammy seemed happy just rubbing himself against Dean.
Dean knew exactly what was missing. Dropped his wings, he gently rubbed against Sam. It didn’t take much. Dean was still dripping.
And Sam moaned. It wasn’t just how smooth his slide against Dean was, it was the scent of his oil – and slick. Sam wouldn’t mention it, but he could feel it pooling in his lap. And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. But not what Sam was chasing right now.
“Dean… Dean, you can’t do that! Not this time… I need to be in you…”
And suddenly that was all Dean wanted, to feel the burn of Sam’s cock stretching him. And he could get that! If he wanted… if he wanted he could just lift himself up, and sink down on Sam’s cock. Dean felt a flush of confidence.
Dean was a great at sex. He was a fucking fantastic lover – hell, he could admit it. He prided himself on it! But this whole thing today was completely outside of his experience. Normally he was the attentive one, taking care of his partner’s needs: he was the one holding people down. He’d never wanted it another way, but Father damn it if Cas and Sammy working in tandem hadn’t made him all tingly in all sorts of ways...
But now he kinda wanted to take back a bit of control. And Sammy was perfect. His little brother. He could do this. And he could make Sammy feel very good. Special.
Clenching his ass experimentally, it felt…ok. Perhaps a little tender, but not enough to stop any of the fun. Maybe even good. What was surprising was that he wasn’t more sore! He’d never had sex this many times in one night.
Dean paused. That wasn’t quite true. There had been that beta, Lisa, and they had gone at it like angels in heat… And her friends. Oh yeah, that had been a good night. But he’d never… never been on the receiving end before. Was it a record he idly wondered? What was that? Four?
When he thought about it, four wasn’t really a huge number, but given he’d never even looked at an alpha that way before… Fuck, he’d never had a cock up his ass before tonight. How could he have forgotten that? And why was he thinking about it now? Dean gulped, feeling the way his wings were fluttering again. Why was he freaking out again? This was ridiculous. He wasn’t a fucking fledgling anymore!
--
Castiel tensed. Dean’s wings were fluttering with agitation. And while Castiel wasn’t entirely sure what was going on in Dean’s mind, he could make an educated guess. Dean’s initial distress was most likely related to his submission. Dean had played a dominant his whole life, and despite being such a beautiful submissive as Dean was (and Castiel couldn’t help the way his cock thickened. He could, however, ignore it), and as natural as it was for him, it wasn’t necessarily easy to undo a lifetimes worth of conditions.
Well, Dean was going to accept that part of him. Castiel was sure there were plenty of volunteers to help with that.
Sam had eased him out of that panic ridden moment. Now it was something different. Castiel attention was caught by Dean’s wings again. Undeniably beautiful. His gaze was taken by an azure feather floating down. He would need to weave that in… Ah. But soon. Because beautiful as they were, they were tense. Uncertain.
Castiel sighed softly. Dean was probably thinking about the nest and what that entailed. What being the omega entailed. With Sam’s arms around him, especially with Sam’s cock rubbing against him, it brought him down from wherever had gone. (Castiel couldn’t help the way his wings puffed up at the thought. And he ignored the soft jibes from his alphas – he was justifiably proud of bringing their omega so much pleasure he passed out!).
Unusual events breed uncertainty, and much about today was unusual for Dean. Although the claiming ceremony was an important first step, he knew that every single angel in the nest was looking forward to getting to know Dean properly. But of course now it was overwhelming – five alphas one omega.
Five very lucky alphas. Castiel knew he was beaming. Dean was perfect. Their little omega was perfect. Perfect. And he needed assurance right now. Castiel crawled forward, bringing his arms around Dean’s waist, his arms ruffling Dean’s feathers and his fingers tracing Sam’s cock. He smiled at the twin gasps and nuzzled at the back of his neck.
“I meant what I said, Dean. You are so amazing, Dean. This has been such a big night, and you have taken it all. Taking everything, and given everything back. We are truly blessed to have you as our omega.”
He couldn’t see Dean’s blush, but he felt it. Dean cleared his throat, ready to deny Castiel’s words, but he looked up at that point, and caught Dean’s chin. He forced eye contact.
“You are embarrassed. And you think I am wrong. But I will say this every day until you believe it. And even after.” Castiel couldn’t stop his wicked grin. “And when the words cease to bring colour to your cheeks, I will just have to find something else to make you blush. You do look so beautiful when you blush. You’re freckled stand out – like constellations…” Castiel spread his wings at that, and Dean twisted to stare at the speckled wings.
“You have constellations too, Cas.”
It was meant to be a smart ass comment. To get them back on an even keel. But Castiel just looked at his wings smugly, spreading them more so Dean could see their magnificence.
“I do, don’t I.”
--
While Castiel gently teased Dean, Sam’s mind was going haywire. He… he finally had Dean in his arms. Dean!
His wings fluttered behind him, tips pointing and relaxing. He could see the indulgent smiles from his mates – Gabriel even grabbed his wing tip and pulled, cheeky ass that he was. But Sam didn’t even bother flipping him off: he knew he was acting like a fledgling. But he was so fucking excited! It was Dean! Dean was in his lap. Dean who he loved more than anything. Enough to even say no to his flock.
What had Sam done to deserve his heart’s desire? His flock of alphas, each special and wonderful and funny and amazing, and his brother, their omega. Just as special and wonderful and funny and amazing. Burying his face in Dean’s shoulder, he turned his face towards the feathers. He couldn’t help the tears. He was too happy. Not that he was going to announce them.
Despite Castiel’s ministrations, Dean’s laser eyes turned on Sam. Dean always had some extra sense when it came to Sam. Before he knew what was happening, Dean had turned himself around again. As Dean shifted, Sam’s hands automatically came round, cupping Dean’s curvy ass. It was enough to distract him – Dean’s ass was fucking perfect.
While Sam focus had shifted to the sexy side, Dean was still the big brother who had always protected Sam. He grasped Sam’s face, staring intently into his eyes before glaring at the tears and collecting them on his thumbs. Sam seemed… Sam seemed ok. Yes he was crying, but he wasn’t distressed. Dean stuck his nose into the base of Sam’s throat, breathing deeply and scenting his brother.
“Sammy…?” He asked uncertainly.
Luckily he didn’t have to add more. Dean was never great with emotions and feeling words: that was more Sam’s area. Sam… Sam smelt happy. Grass after the rain, adding to his base scents of leather, cinnamon and books. Dean stifled a chuckle: leather was taking on a whole new meaning. And Sam was smiling at him. Smiling and squeezing his ass, fingers dipping back to trace his leaking hole.
“I’m just happy, Dean.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. I can smell that. So happy you could cry?”
Sam nodded. For once he didn’t have any other words. He hoped his eyes conveyed it all.
Dean blinked in return– those were definitely not tears, and they were definitely not going to exit his eyes. Too many girly moments, Dean decided. It was, of course, Sam’s fault.
“I always said you were the real omega.” Dean’s tone and expression were all sass. Focused as he was on Sam, he didn’t notice the way the other angel’s wings rose, reading challenge to their dominance in the omega’s words.
Sam also reacted.
It wasn’t a challenge, he told himself, fighting to keep his wings down. Dean wasn’t being defiant. Dean didn’t need a lesson on his role in this relationship. Dean was just being Dean.
But the words did stir up his inner alpha. His omega – his unclaimed omega was naked on his lap calling his Alpha status into question.
Well.
It wasn’t a challenge… But it wouldn’t do, would it? It wasn’t right to let Dean think that such challenges would be ok in the future.
With only a growl for warning, Dean was on his back, Sam’s hands pinning Dean’s wrists at the shoulder. Glancing at his wrists, Dean made a thoughtful moue. “So. You and Cas, huh. Like to call the shots. Big Alphas.”
Sam just growled again and nipped at Dean’s chest, at the place his mark soon would be placed.
“Gonna tell me how much you don’t like being held down?” It was a taunt. It was perfectly obvious how much Dean enjoyed Sam’s strength. Dean’s scent deepened even as his cock twitched with interest. It was through luck rather than design that Sam had managed to align them perfectly. And Dean’s rapidly filling cock felt very nice against his.
“You’re so hot and smooth Dean, so soft, and your little cock,” and Sam thrust against Dean, emphasising the size difference, “feels so fucking good. Does it feel good for you, Dean?”
Dean closed his eyes. It felt fucking awesome! And not just the smooth slide of Sam against him. Unlike the other alphas, Sam was not only stronger than him, but bigger as well. He’d already had proof that even a fun sized alpha could throw him around. And that was great, but this was different again. Sammy was bigger in every way. Dean bit back a groan as Sam ground his hard length against him.
It did feel good. More than good, and rather than answer, Dean pressed up against Sam.
“I wonder if you can come this way, Dean?”
Sam’s eyes were intense and staring straight at him. Dean ducked his head, uncomfortable with Sam’s gaze, but Sam caught him round the chin, keeping his face exactly where it was. Dean glowered. What the fuck was with alphas and eye contact? Surely he was supposed to look away to show he accepted their dominance?
Sam could read Dean’s expression, and just laughed at him. He nipped at Dean’s bottom lip, until Dean opened his mouth to complain. At which point Sam took Dean’s mouth, tongue sweeping in to taste and claim. Whether he realised it or not, Dean melted in his arms, his back bowed, pushing himself into Sam’s body. Sam growled again as he wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist, pulling him close.
One big hand palmed Dean’s ass cheek, before slipping round to grasp his hip. “Come against me, Dean. I want you to come by rubbing yourself on my cock. I know you can do that. I know how good it feels. “
Of course Sam cheated – although he considered it more along the lines of aiding his brother. Even as Dean rutted frantically, Sam’s cock so hot and hard against his own, Sam’s other hand reached under, spreading his ass cheeks as fingers trailed across his rim before pressing into him. Dean would have come anyway, but those probing fingers pushed him closer and closer…
It was Dean’s turn to growl as Sam – Sam the teasing bastard – winked at him. Maintaining eye contact, he arched his back and canted his head. Dean’s eyes zeroed in on the empty space. It was missing mark.
His mark.
Dean surged forward, eager to get his lips on Sam. Sam somehow managed to keep him at arm’s length. Too far to bite. To claim what was his. Dean snarled, but at Sam’s soft laugh, turned his head, sniffing his disapproval. His attention was quickly taken by Gabriel and Lucifer, who were seated together, arms around each other’s waist, wings intermingled, the deep black of Lucifers a beautiful contrast to the Gabriel’s bronze. They looked perfect together.
Dean licked his lips. They were fucking fantastic wings. He longed to run his hands through, find what made them gasp… and to have those big wings pressing him down - much as Sam’s were now. But Sam was an asshole who wouldn’t let him mark him. Dean subtly flexed his wings against Sam’s, feeling a fresh gush of slick when Sam just pushed his down harder. Dean gasped. He wanted that more of that. He wanted his alphas to learn what made him gasp. And… he longed to fly with them, to have them chase him, catch him, breed him.
Dean’s cock jerked.
Huh.
That had never happened before. He’d never thought about mating flights. Flying was transport. It was fine, sometimes even fun, but not sexy. What was he even thinking? Even without Sam grinding on top of him (which was damn pleasant) Dean felt like he could have come just from… what? A fucking fantasy?
Eyes narrow, Sam examined Dean. Enough was enough – Dean’s thought should all be on him. Lowering his head, Sam sought Dean’s lips. Jerking with surprise, Dean huffed and turned his head away, only to be greeted with Michael and Castiel. Unlike Gabriel and Lucifer who were entwined Castiel and Lucifer stood apart from each other. They acted as one, however, when they sensed his eyes. Their wings spread, high and proud, Michael’s magnificent and gold, Castiel’s darkly shadowed in front. Strong wings. Beautiful wings. Wings suitable for alphas, Dean thought. Amazing alphas.
His alphas, Dean realised with a jolt. His smoking hot alphas. Dean didn’t bother denying the surge of possessive pride. They were his. He’d even marked four of them. So far.
He eyed Sam’s neck hungrily.
Sam smiled back. Now Dean’s focus was all on him. He pressed against his brother again, body against body, wings against wings. For a moment he lost himself in the play of blue grey amongst Dean’s green and blue. Next time…
“Next time I won’t fuck you until you lower your wings for me. But that’s next time. This time… Come against me, Dean. Now.”
--
Dean couldn’t quite come on demand. But as Sam released his hip Dean hooked a leg around his brother pulling himself up and against his body, trapping his cock between himself and the hard planes of Sam’s belly. Sam also helped this time: he stopped the tease, instead grinding down until with a cry, Dean felt his cock jerk between them. Sam arched towards him and finally - finally Dean laid his claim.
--
Sam’s eyes were heavily lidded, his breath coming in short pants. Even as Dean cemented his claim, Sam fought hard to hold himself back. The way Dean’s cock moved against him was just perfect – so fucking perfect. The weight of his ass, the press of his feathers. His breathy gasps against his chest followed by the drag of teeth.
But it was the scent that almost had him coming: of wing oil and slick and come and of very satisfied omega.
But Sam wasn’t coming until he was buried in Dean’s ass.
Sam waited until Dean was ready. As soon as he felt his brother go lax, mouth falling away from his new mark, he lifted Dean’s legs once more, sliding his cock between Dean’s ass cheeks. Dean was even wetter now. Sam felt as Dean attempted to shift his legs, spreading them as wide as he could (which wasn’t very wide, as Sam has a firm grasp on him) so that Sam’s fat cockhead scraped along his dripping hole. They both moaned.
Pushing Dean’s legs back against his chest. He did take a moment to admire how pink and wet it was.
“It’s hard to believe you’ve just taken four alphas, Dean.” Sam’s mouth ghosted along his thigh. “You really are made for this.”
Before Dean could decide if he was offended or not, Sam was breathing in his ear.
“I wonder how you feel on the inside. Are you as hot and tight as I imagine?” Sam took a deep breath, breathing in Dean. “I guess it’s time to find out.”
True to his word, Sam didn’t waste any more time.
Sam was suddenly everywhere. Hand hard against his shoulders, mouth taking his, wings pressed back into the bed, cock filling and stretching him.
As sudden as it was, it was too fucking slow. Whereas Dean had been unsure if he was up for more fucking, not that he had a cock in him, he wasn’t in the mood for Sam to drag it out. He tried to buck up, to urge Sam deeper, faster. But it didn’t work. While one of Sam’s hands gently cupped his jaw, the other had a very firm hold on Dean’s hip, easily holding him in place.
With a start, Dean realised his hands were actually free. Snarling his displeasure against Sam’s lips, Dean reached around his brother, hauled him forward. To his delight it worked: the sweet burn of Sam’s cock sending jolts of pleasure through him, his well-earned reward.
This delight was somewhat tempered by Sam’s entire body weight crushing him against the bed.
It took a moment for him to get his breath back, but then he was wrapping his legs around Sam, pulling him in close, until – there! Dean gasped as Sam’s cock hit him just so. And that was it. It was too much for Dean’s oversensitive body. With a cry, Dean tore his mouth from Sam’s, instinctively finding his spot at the base of Sam’s throat, biting at it again until Sam’s blood once again filled his mouth.
Without realising it, Sam’s wings had spread, high and dominant over his mate. Who still wasn’t his.
Eyes flashing, Sam urged him up, ready to fuck him properly. To claim his omega.
--
Of course it was over too soon. A few hard thrusts had Sam’s knot catching, his come filling Dean. Sam now lapped at his new mark bruised and bleeding on Dean’s skin. It was perfect.
He nuzzled Dean gently, until he caught his breath. Then looking up, he met Dean’s glazed eyes, riding the surge of alpha pride. That was his well fucked omega. Although Dean looked too sated to fuss, Sam’s instincts and inclination had words pouring from him.
“Oh, Dean. You don’t know… you have no idea how much I wanted this. For how long I wanted you.” He nuzzled his mark, then moving round licked and sucked gently on Castiel’s and Gabriel’s and Lucifer’s. Dean shuddered. If he hadn’t already come - twice - that would’ve pushed him back over the edge.
“Even when I thought you were a beta… All my fantasies! Most of them,” he amended, with a quick look at his alphas. None of them looked concerned, just smiling at the tied pair. “They were all you, Dean. Almost every one.” Sam dropped his head, to Dean’s throat once more, breathing in his heady scent. “You never smelt right. Never like a beta. But I always thought was just because I wanted it too much.”
Sam relaxed, settling on top of Dean. “Love you, Dean. Love you so much.”
Sam would have happily laid there, but there were still things to be done. The firm hands of Lucifer and Gabriel pulled him upright, while Michael gently followed with a grumbling Dean.
“You should all fuck off and leave me alone.”
It garnered him indulgent smiles, and chuckling, Michael kissed Dean – whose open mouth was mouth was quickly filled with Michael’s tongue. Grasping Dean’s hair, Michael held him in place, taking his time tasting Dean. It had that sweet flavour he would for ever associate with Dean, with a liberal dash of Sam.
“You taste delicious,” Dean was informed in a serious manner. Michael sent a soft smile to Sam. “As do you.”
It was a signal Dean didn’t recognise. Hands were suddenly transferred oil from his wings to Sam’s. He watched as Sam practically purred at the long strokes through his feathers. He spread his wings, allowing his alphas to groom him at will. Before he could get too caught up watching his blissed out alpha, he felt a finger run along his soft cock. Noticing he had Dean’s attention, Castiel grabbed Dean’s hand, running it over Dean’s belly until it was coated with come.
“Let Sam lick your fingers, Dean.” Castiel ordered, before pushing them into Sam’s mouth. Sam wasn’t complaining, but Dean sure as Hell was!
“No fucking way! I know how this works – we rub it into Sam, so he’ll forever have my scent.” Dean didn’t bother to hide his satisfied look. Sam was the last alpha he needed to scent claim, then they were all his.
Castiel, however, wasn’t taking any of Dean’s sass. “You are right, Dean. That is how it works. Luckily. You are an over achiever.” Castiel punctuated his words with a slow drag through Dean’s covered belly. “And if you take a look here…” Dean’s eyes followed Castiel’s hand as he pressed against the planes of Sam’s belly. “Sam is already well and truly marked.”
Dean had to blush. Sam was as covered as he. Which made sense really, given that Dean had pretty much come while fucking against Sam’s belly.
Castiel kissed along Dean’s neck, until his mouthed at Dean’s ear. When he spoke, the deep voice reverberated through him. “And I’ll think you’ll find you feel much better when you do what I ask.”
Dean knew he was going to have to learn how to say no to that voice.
--
Tonight was not the night.
--
Only when Sam was properly anointed did Michael gently ease Dean off Sam’s lap. He then even more gently laid him on the bed. Sam sat there somewhat dazed, so Michael ushered him into Lucifer’s waiting arms. He paused, waiting only to see Castiel and Gabriel wrap their wings around the pair, before turning his full attention back to Dean. Dean hadn’t even reacted.
Eyes closed, he sank into the mattress, sighing at how soft it was. It was nice. He’d never been on a bed this comfortable before. He rubbed his cheek against the soft things - feathers - pillowing his face, before opening his eyes to note the gold colour. They were pretty. Dean closed his eyes. He’d look again tomorrow.
“Dean.”
Michael. Owner of the pretty feathers. Michael voice was firm, and Dean knew there was still a ritual to complete. Despite himself – he really was fucking tired – he did want to finish it. He felt… incomplete, like something was missing. And he knew Michael could complete him.
He also knew he had a few options – he could sass Michael, who was probably ready to, at the slightest provocation, fuck him into the mattress, or he could just submit, and it would be gentler. Dean was surprised to find himself truly torn. Yeah he was tired, but he kinda wanted to feel Michael – their flock alpha, his flock alpha – claim him properly. He groaned. He didn’t want to make any decisions! Why couldn’t Michael just get on with it.?
“Dean.” Michael’s voice commanded his obedience. Opening his e opened his eyes, Dean stared at Michael – who was now framed between his legs, wings held high over and proud over him.
Not just wings, Dean noted wryly. Michael cock was hard and leaking as knelt there, unmoving. Mainly unmoving. Dean’s tired mouth managed to curl itself into a smile as Michael’s cock quivered in anticipation. He licked his lips.
Michael looked at the beautiful, strong omega that was almost his. He could read Dean’s ambivalence in his body and wings. He even felt it himself. But it was Dean’s exhausted eyes that decided him. Such a hard life, he mused, deciding the best way to fuck his sleepy omega.
He shuffled forward, grasping Dean’s legs and lifting him until they splayed around him. He’d admired them wrapped around Castiel, but now they were wrapped snugly around him? He couldn’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather be.
He shook his head, attempting to clear his mind. Rituals first, self-indulgent orgy later. His cock jerked, leaking copious amounts of precome which dripped onto Dean’s soft cock.
Also a nice look on the omega.
“Are you willing, Dean?”
Dean blinked at him. Michael frowned. That really wasn’t good enough.
“I need to claim you, Dean. You’re mine as I am yours. Are you willing to take me into your body, even as I take you into our nest?”
--
How Michael kept a straight face he would never know.
When he’d imagined this (and he had. Many, many times), he’d imagined saying the words that instigated the last bond between nest alpha and omega, it had seemed somehow sacred.
The only things that carried through from his fantasy to reality, were him and his omega, the bed and the candles.
Dean’s face was anything but reverent. In fact, he seemed to be sporting quite an impressive sneer. And instead of the hushed whispers of beloved alphas, there were repressed chortles and snorts.
And yet, Michael maintained the face befitting a flock alpha.
Dean managed to clear his face. “Is that really what you want to ask me,” he asked. Michael nodded stiffly, and Dean let his body relaxed. Crossing his feed behind Michael’s back, he shot the alpha a grin. “Guess you’d better get yourself in my body, then.
“Welcome me, Alpha.”
--
While Michael wanted to sink right into Dean’s body, he took his time. Grasping Dean’s knees he spread them, looking at his puffy hole. Come still dripped from him – Sam and Cas and Gabriel – he thought idly, and soon Michael would be adding his.
“Such a well fucked omega. But of course we’ll need to do this again. Next time Gabriel can control himself. Imagine how it will feel, Dean, knowing you are completely full with your alphas essence.”
Judging by the way Dean’s little hole fluttered and clenched, he liked that idea a lot.
“Should I savour you, Dean? Take my time tasting you until you beg for me? What would it take to make you a begging writing mess, before I give you want you really need?” Dean wriggled in his grip, but Michael just readjusted his hold, allowing his fingers to melt into the bruise marks on the omegas hips. Primal feelings of ownership filled him – Dean was marked from head to toe, inside and out.
Just one more mark and Dean would be theirs forever.
Much as Michael really wanted Dean strung out and begging, his need was too great. Roughly, he lined himself up, savouring the moment his cock head breached Dean –it was just as perfect as the first time. With a grunt he thrust forward, filling Dean in one smooth move. He relished the slap as his balls hit Dean’s ass. He couldn’t get any deeper if he tried.
“Fucking perfect, Dean. That’s what you are, fucking perfect.” He didn’t bother waiting for a response. Just pulled back before snapping his hips forward again.
--
Dean was half out of his mind. Michael’s cock was filling him, his mouth was biting little bruises across his chest, always avoiding that one spot he wanted Michael to bit. Hands attempted to direct his alpha, but cock in his ass was sending pulses of pleasure through his entire body with every thrust . Combined with the hands pulling at his wings just right, Dean was unable to direct his own body let alone Michaels.
Concluding it was happening at Michael’s pace, Dean lay back and gave himself over to the pleasure.
--
It wasn’t long before Michael felt the beautiful drag of his knot pulling at Dean’s rim. Luckily he’d had no intention of making this last. Every fibre of his being was calling for him to knot and claim. Cement the bond before something happened to take Dean away. He frantically rutted against Dean, and just as he felt his knot catch, pushed forward, feeling the tight caress of Dean’s inner walls even as his knot locked them together.
He didn’t bother controlling his roar as he cock jerked, filling Dean once more. He revelled in the tight heat of the omega created especially for him.
He didn’t bother controlling the spread of his wings, allowing them to reach to the farthest corners of the nest, touching his alphas, including them in this final bond.
He didn’t stop himself when he pulled Dean towards him, mouth instinctively latching on to the space lacking his mark.
He didn’t cover his satisfaction as his teeth punctured Dean’s skin, and he felt the nest bond slip into place – as he felt Dean become a part of him as all his alphas were.
He didn’t hide his tears as Dean wrapped his arms around him, and welcomed him home.
--
He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, Michael wrapped in the warm and loving arms of his omega. Michael couldn’t remember the last time he felt so relaxed. He definitely needed to do this more often. Eventually, though, duty called, and he pulled back, breaking the embrace. Holding Dean away from him, he took a good hard look. Michael’s eyes narrowed. Dean was flagging – he was definitely tired. He was before completed the bond. After all, who wouldn’t be exhausted after a fucking marathon?
Michael chuckled to himself. That was pun worthy of Lucifer. He’d have to remember to tell him.
A firm grip on his arms brought him back to the present. To Dean.
Dean blinked at him, and Michael smiled, cupping Dean’s face before kissing him gently. Dean really was amazing.
“You’re stronger than you look, my pretty little omega. You’ve ridden five cocks tonight. Oh, wait,” Michael surged lightly against him, earning a grunt and a glare from Dean. “Six. Pretty impressive.”
Despite his annoyance, Dean had to grin. “It’s really fucking impressive.” He poked Michael in the chest. “Remember that next time you get all alphas are better than omegas.”
Michael’s spluttered denial of any such attitude was interrupted as Sam nibbled on his ear, and Lucifer licked a up the back of Dean’s neck. Lucifers’ voice was throaty as he whispered. “I want to try…”
Dean felt his belly clench, earning him a moan from Michael, still buried deep within him. Shifting his weight, Michael pulled Dean’s hair. Dean allowed it, following Michael’s lead until his head was tipped right back, his throat bared for his alpha.
Michael touched his nose to the base of Dean’s throat, breathing in his new scent. It was still Dean, all apple pie and motor oil, but it was more. It was them. It was nest.
Although he’d felt the bond snap into place, Michael felt compelled to test it, to make sure. Kissng down Dean’s throat, he nuzzled at the claim marks, gentle lips touching each.
Dean couldn’t help but notice how the softness of his lips was an extreme contrast to the feral look in Michael’s eyes. Before he could ask, Michael’s tongue was mapping a mark - Castiel’s – and soft waves of pleasure moved through him. From the groans Castiel emitted, the pleasure was mirrored by the marks owner.
It was a pleasure Dean could deal with until Michael bit softly at Gabriel’s mark, and Gabriel cried out loud, clutching at Lucifer, whose mouth moved to bite at Dean’s mark on Gabriel.
“Holy fucking fuck!”
Dean didn’t think he could describe the feeling. Later, he’d tell Sam it was like a feedback loop. Michael’s mouth felt good… but then he could feel Gabe’s pleasure moving through his body. And then Gabe could feel his pleasure, and on and on until he thought he’d pass out. When Michael lifted his mouth, Dean choked.
“It’s too much! Too fucking much!”
--
Michael pulled back immediately, but aftershocks continued to run through Dean’s body. His cock twitched despite Dean’s current lack of interest, and he bared his teeth at Michael, a snarl on his list.
Michael laid a contrite kiss on Dean’s shoulder, hands moving to softly stoke his feathers, soothing the distressed omega.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t know a better way to check that our nest bonds are all in place.”
Closing his eyes, Dean leant all his body weight back until Michael followed his body down and Dean lay against the bed. He hovered (well, he had no choice, tied as they still were), but instead of resting on Dean, he leant on his elbows – caging Dean between them. It was thoughtful, and Dean decided to forgive him. He was too tired to hold a grudge, anyway. Plus, he had just been pleasured beyond his wildest dreams. It slightly balanced it.
Still, he couldn’t let it go unmentioned.
“Don’t do it again.”
Michael didn’t respond, and all forgiveness was rescinded when Michael decided it was the perfect time for a chat.
--
“Do you remember what I told you earlier, Dean? That our mating marks represent the flock? While I am here,” and Michael ran a gentle finger over his bite. Dean roused himself enough to crack open one eye in a glower. Couldn’t Michael see that pillow talk was currently not required? And there should be no touching of any claim marks. None.
Michael smiled – he knew - but the bastard kept talking. “You are here,” a finger pressed on Michael’s claim, and Dean felt Michael stir within him. “Because you are central to the nest, to our home. You are our heart.”
Dean realised it was a love confession. They’d all in their different ways confessed their love – through their words and wings, their hands and cocks. It was lovely. They were lovely alphas. And when he was awake, he might appreciate the sentiment. Or maybe just blush and look away. But as it was, he was tired and hanging off Michael’s knot. He just wanted Michael’s knot to deflate so he could roll over and go and sleep for a thousand years.
But no, no, the beloved omega wasn’t getting what he wanted, because Michael was still talking.
“…And never forget, Dean, that we love you and will do everything we can to make you happy.”
--
Maybe it was because it was a second knotting, but it took forever for Michael to go down. He talked soothingly until Dean bit his arm. The other alphas had laughed but Dean had barely noticed them, as Michael had finally got the message and blessed him with silence. He also wrapped Dean up in his wings. He felt warm and safe. If he thought about them, Dean could tell the other alphas were there – a slight pulse in each of his marks. He knew they were spread over the bed, each with a hand or foot or wing touching their alpha. They were all connected.
It was nice. But it was even nicer when Michael finally pulled out. Dean fought his way out of Michael’s feathered embrace and just sprawled across the bed, able to lie on his belly for the first time in forever.
He was just so fucking tired. Being fucked and claimed was an exhausting business. And although he just wanted to lie there, he needed to clean himself. He was sticky, and stank of sex. Before he could stir himself, he felt soft clothes brushing over him, cleaning his skin of slick and come and Father only knew what else.
Nice as it felt, it was going to take much too long. He called on his grace, ready for a quick clean job. Only to find he couldn’t access it.
His eyes snapped open, and he was greeted with five smug alphas. He closed his eyes again.
Assholes.
“Father in his infinite wisdom, decided that omegas needed to be pampered after one of the most important experiences of their life. He knew that they would want to clean themselves as speedily as possible…”
“Not just this time! Every time. Every fucking time, thanks.” Dean interrupted. He was, however, ignored.
“It’s an honour for an alpha to care for his omega mate,” Michael continued. “So following a claiming, an omega’s grace is bound.”
Huffing Dean allowed them to do their sacred duty. Wasn’t like he had much choice. And although his preference would have been a quick clean job with grace, it was kind of nice. Fingers combed through his hair, feathers were realigned, and all extra bodily fluids removed. Special attention was paid to his ass and cock – although the plug Michael inserted was unexpected.
“We’ll talk about it later,” he informed Dean.
And Dean let it go. It wasn’t like it was uncomfortable. (He did feel warm though, at the thought of his alpha’s release kept inside him until next time. God. That was definitely a discussion for another day. It didn’t stop him experimentally clenching around the plug. Lucifer shot him a knowing look and Dean huffed, and ignored him.)
Deciding there was no way to rush them along, he just relaxed into the mattress, feeling the mix of feathers beneath him. Maybe it was his imagination, but he thought he could tell whose feather was whose. His mind drifted to their beautiful wings. He was really looking forward to later – much later – and getting up close and personal with those wings.
Deans mind idly drifted until finally all hands were removed. Sighing happily Dean snuggled into the bed. Sleep –
– was not to be. He swore he hadn’t even closed his eyes before he was jostled awake.
“You can’t sleep yet, Dean. You must look first.” Fucking Castiel. Sex time was over. Cas couldn’t tell him what to do anymore. Well, Dean didn’t have to listen. And why couldn’t they leave him alone? He’d done his part. Hadn’t they just fucked him five – no, six times? Really, he should be proud. Better than world peace, he thought contentedly.
Almost contentedly. Cas was still begging in his ear. Sighing deeply, he rolled over and sat up. It was obviously the only way he was going to get any sleep.
--
The alphas surrounded him as they pushed and prodded him until he stood in front of the mirror. The first thing he noticed was how wonderful they all looked. All naked and strong with glorious wings. Dean felt his own fluff in response. Stupid things.
Instead of laughing at him (and they were totally within their rights, only Dean’s wings were indicating they were ready for more action. Absolutely nothing else was interested), they drew close, warm bodies pressed against him, full of love and support. It was Sammy behind him, one strong arm firmly placed around his middle, almost holding him up. It felt nice.
“Look, Dean.” Gabriel urged him to look at the mirror, but he was! He didn’t understand until Cas and Lucifer’s fingers brushed their marks. As his eyes focused on their fingers, his breath caught.
Oh.
Of course Dean had looked at the mating marks on his alphas. But there was something about seeing the necklace of claim bites that just did things to him.
As he brushed one fingertip over the marks, he couldn’t help thinking about how lucky he was. Out of all the alphas in the world he got these. Ones that were strong, and kind, and listened to him. And he got this nest. Dean Winchester got a nest. He couldn’t help laughing at his reflection. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would actually have this – a family. A home. A nest.
Dean didn’t realise he’d spoken aloud until Michael somehow managed to get in front of Dean, wrapping Dean’s arms around himself.
“We have a nest. And we have you.”
--
It was so disgustingly sappy that Dean just flicked them all off him. “I’m going to sleep,” he announced, turning to stalk back to where peaceful slumber awaited him.
He turned, but found himself stopped as Gabriel scooped him up and carrying him to their mating bed. Dean squawked and demanded to be let down (why did it have to be the littlest one!). Gabriel bent low and murmured in Dean’s ear. “Better get used to it, pretty little Omega. Michael is a total sap when he is happy.”
Ignoring Dean’s horrified look, Gabriel chuckled before dropping him on the bed. He waited until Dean crawled to the middle, at which point Castiel and Sam attached themselves to either side of Dean. Once they were settled, wings lightly covering Dean, Gabriel tucking himself behind Sam. He watched Lucifer do the same, snuggling up behind Castiel.
The two angels spread their wings over their mates. It was only then Michael snuggled up behind Lucifer covering all of them with his wings.
Michael couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped his lips, or the smile that formed when Lucifer rubbed his wings against his sensitive under feathers.
Against all odds, their flock had become a nest. Their omega was curled up between them all, safe and protected. (For now. Michael was under no illusions that Dean would have something to say about that when he wasn’t completely sated. Although that might be a nice way to…)
Michael shook his head. It wasn’t time for thinking. It was time to watch over his nest.
--
Beneath his wings he felt his mates’ breathing shift. Michael felt them start to drift , and had just closed his eyes when Dean’s voice jerked him out of sleep.
“I totally need pie tomorrow.”
If that wasn’t bad enough, Castiel’s voice followed. Smugly. “Told you.”
Michael growled softly, his wings drawing his mates closer together. It had the benefit of muffling any further conversation. He closed his eyes, and firmly tucks his wings around all his mates again, secure in the knowledge that his world couldn’t be any more perfect.
--oo--
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“If you want it, take it from the source, Cas. Happy for you to suck my cock any time.”
The leer was cute, Castiel decided. The attitude was not. However…
“I am looking forward to teaching you how to behave, Dean.” He added a firm squeeze to Dean’s ass for good measure. “Really looking forward to it. In the meantime, you take what we give you. And right now, I am giving your come to Sam.”
The pouty look was also cute. “Thought you had to rub it in. Part of the ritual.”
Castiel nipped at Dean’s chin, to hide his grin. “Happily you are an overachiever, Dean. There is plenty here,” and Castiel ran his hand from the tip of Dean’s soft, oversensitive cock, the through the mess on his belly, up to one nipple – which he tweaked sharply.
“I really do want to play with you, but I am sure you are reaching your limit. And you still have important tasks to do.” Castiel looked at Dean, splayed out beneath him. He still needed to claim the omega, and Sam waiting was so patiently .
Castiel just stared. Again. Dean shifted as much as Sam’s hold would allow him. If only Castiel would fucking do something! What was he looking at anyway?
Lips curved as Castiel surveyed Dean. It was clear that Dean needed Castiel’s cock in his ass. Castiel was more than happy to oblige. Sam still held Dean’s legs open, so he wasted no more time. Grasping the base of his cock, Castiel massaged his knot for a moment, before lining up with Dean’s hole and pushing forward.
“How does it feel, Cas?”
Castiel bit back an appreciative groan. “He’s so hot. And smooth. And tight,” he finished on a grunt, as he bottomed out and Dean squeezed just so.
He paused just a moment, feeling Dean settle around him. But this placid pace wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to plunder and take and own.
“Hold him tight, Sam.”
That was the only warning Dean had before Castiel was pounding into him. Fingers gripped his hips hard enough to bruise – more marks! he thought giddily – as he grappled against Sam’s grip.
“No, Dean. You need to stay still.” Sam was sliding against his back, and Dean belatedly realised that was his fault. His wing oil was dripping from his feathers, coating his back and Sam’s chest. Dean grinned.
“I’m marking you, Sammy. Good and proper.”
He gasped as Sam bit his ear, before he growled, “I’ll soon show you good and proper.” Before Dean could respond, Sam was talking to Castiel. “Seems like you need more practice, Cas. Dean’s attention is wandering…”
Castiel responded by hooking his arms underneath Dean’s knees, moving his hands to Sam’s shoulders.
“Cas!”
The alpha snarled at him. “Now that I have your attention Dean…”
Without another word Castiel was fucking Dean deep and hard. He stared into Dean’s eyes, and as he felt his knot swell he simply thrust harder, pulling at Dean’s rim until he was too swollen to pull out.
“Mine,” he growled, just before came, just before his teeth sank into Dean’s chest.
--
By the time Dean came back to himself, he was seating in Castiel’s lap. Castiel’s wings were spread behind him, gleaming with Dean’s oil, and his scent already mingling with Dean’s. A glance at his belly showed it clean of come – someone must have licked him clean. From the lascivious wink Gabriel sent him, he had a good idea who.
He reached a weak hand out towards Cas’s chest, but before he could touch, Castiel grabbed it, kissing his palm.
“You are amazing, Dean. Thank you.”
Dean blushed and looked away. Amazing? There was nothing amazing about him. Fuck, he wasn’t even doing much. Just lying there. He really didn’t understand why they would… praise him. Why were they even doing that? Once he decided he was in, well, he was a sure thing. Surely they knew that. There was no need to… to butter him up.
He wriggled uncomfortably, and felt Cas dislodge. Fuck – if Cas’s knot had already gone down, how long had he been out? That wasn’t normal… that wasn’t… Fuck, he was…
Sam watched his brother. His wings were twitching restlessly and his eyes started glowing with distress. The scent of omega distress filled the air. Lucifer and Gabriel, quickly checked the perimeter – of course they were safe, but they were now linked to Dean, and his distress triggered an automatic response. Castiel’s arms tightened around the distressed angel, but Dean launched himself backwards.
Sam had seen Dean freak out before, but he always had an element of control. This was different. Why would he be…? He glanced at Cas who was looking at Dean with concern. Dean was pulling at his wing tip, something he only did when he thought he fucked up.
Sam’s hear dropped. Dean!
Michael went to reach for their omega, distressed at his distress, but Sam placed a gently restraining hand on his arm. “Please, Alpha. Let me.”
Pausing, Michael clenched his hand, but nodded. Everything in him wanted to draw the omega into his arms, make him feel safe and loved and cherished, but in a day full of changes – big, life changing changes – Sam was the most familiar.
Though the seeds for love had been planted – and it was quite clear that every alpha in the nest was enamoured with Dean – it would still take some time for him to be truly comfortable with them all. To understand that they loved him/
But Sam? Sam was safe. Sam was already family. And Dean loved Sam, always had. Michael stood back, and watched Sam. He focused on calming himself – his angry, protective pheromones were not going to help anything right now.
Still. He didn’t drop his wings. He was ready to protect Dean in any way he needed.
--
“Dean,” Sam called softly, but got no response. He just kept rhythmically pulling at his wing.
“Dean, I need you to talk to me.” When that got no response, Sam pulled out the big guns.
He dropped his wings, eyes and voice. “Dean… Dean, I need you.”
The response was instantaneous. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as Dean’s eyes focused, and he found himself with an armful of Dean. Dean ran his hands across his shoulders, along his wings, before pulling his face up.
“Sammy? What? What’s wrong?”
--
As Dean’s distress faded, so too did the alphas distress. Castiel sat back, ensuring he was within touching distance from his mates, but studiously keeping his hands off Dean. Lucifer and Gabriel moved back to the bed, quickly becoming wrapped in each other’s wings. They kept their eye focused on the Dean and Sam.
And Michael watched the two newest nest mates – almost nest mates. And like that Michaels blood throbbed with need. He’d damped it down, but it was back with a vengeance, now that the danger to the nest was gone. He breathed deeply, allowing the scents of his mates to calm him, allowing his wings to drop. While all he wanted to do was to reach for Dean, he had to bide his time.
Dean needed Sam.
Maybe it would always be like this, he mused. Maybe it would always be Sam that soothed him. Because as much as Dean loved Sam, Sam loved Dean the same way.
But he hoped not. They just had a history. And Dean’s future was all of them. He had plenty of time to earn that love and trust from their omega.
--
Before Dean could get too worked up, Sam hauled him back onto his lap. While Sam’s (big, strong) arms wrapped around his middle, Sam’s cock also made itself known, hot and hard against Dean’s.
Dean looked down with something akin to admiration.
“Woah, Sammy! You’re packing!”
(Gabriel grinned into Lucifer’s wings. Dean’s ability to roll with the situation and find his feet was going to keep them all entertained for a few millennia. Or forever.)
His minor freak out forgotten (forever, Dean pleaded, please Dad, let it be forever!), Dean focussed on the next best thing: And that was the impressively large boner pressing against him.
It wasn’t that the other alphas had been small. To the contrary, Dean had never been stuffed so full in his life. But they had focused on him… Their hands, their mouths worshipping him. Dean hadn’t had time to really take stock of their cocks: not until they were lodged firmly in his ass. So this was a first. And Sammy seemed happy just rubbing himself against Dean.
Dean knew exactly what was missing. Dropped his wings, he gently rubbed against Sam. It didn’t take much. Dean was still dripping.
And Sam moaned. It wasn’t just how smooth his slide against Dean was, it was the scent of his oil – and slick. Sam wouldn’t mention it, but he could feel it pooling in his lap. And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. But not what Sam was chasing right now.
“Dean… Dean, you can’t do that! Not this time… I need to be in you…”
And suddenly that was all Dean wanted, to feel the burn of Sam’s cock stretching him. And he could get that! If he wanted… if he wanted he could just lift himself up, and sink down on Sam’s cock. Dean felt a flush of confidence.
Dean was a great at sex. He was a fucking fantastic lover – hell, he could admit it. He prided himself on it! But this whole thing today was completely outside of his experience. Normally he was the attentive one, taking care of his partner’s needs: he was the one holding people down. He’d never wanted it another way, but Father damn it if Cas and Sammy working in tandem hadn’t made him all tingly in all sorts of ways...
But now he kinda wanted to take back a bit of control. And Sammy was perfect. His little brother. He could do this. And he could make Sammy feel very good. Special.
Clenching his ass experimentally, it felt…ok. Perhaps a little tender, but not enough to stop any of the fun. Maybe even good. What was surprising was that he wasn’t more sore! He’d never had sex this many times in one night.
Dean paused. That wasn’t quite true. There had been that beta, Lisa, and they had gone at it like angels in heat… And her friends. Oh yeah, that had been a good night. But he’d never… never been on the receiving end before. Was it a record he idly wondered? What was that? Four?
When he thought about it, four wasn’t really a huge number, but given he’d never even looked at an alpha that way before… Fuck, he’d never had a cock up his ass before tonight. How could he have forgotten that? And why was he thinking about it now? Dean gulped, feeling the way his wings were fluttering again. Why was he freaking out again? This was ridiculous. He wasn’t a fucking fledgling anymore!
--
Castiel tensed. Dean’s wings were fluttering with agitation. And while Castiel wasn’t entirely sure what was going on in Dean’s mind, he could make an educated guess. Dean’s initial distress was most likely related to his submission. Dean had played a dominant his whole life, and despite being such a beautiful submissive as Dean was (and Castiel couldn’t help the way his cock thickened. He could, however, ignore it), and as natural as it was for him, it wasn’t necessarily easy to undo a lifetimes worth of conditions.
Well, Dean was going to accept that part of him. Castiel was sure there were plenty of volunteers to help with that.
Sam had eased him out of that panic ridden moment. Now it was something different. Castiel attention was caught by Dean’s wings again. Undeniably beautiful. His gaze was taken by an azure feather floating down. He would need to weave that in… Ah. But soon. Because beautiful as they were, they were tense. Uncertain.
Castiel sighed softly. Dean was probably thinking about the nest and what that entailed. What being the omega entailed. With Sam’s arms around him, especially with Sam’s cock rubbing against him, it brought him down from wherever had gone. (Castiel couldn’t help the way his wings puffed up at the thought. And he ignored the soft jibes from his alphas – he was justifiably proud of bringing their omega so much pleasure he passed out!).
Unusual events breed uncertainty, and much about today was unusual for Dean. Although the claiming ceremony was an important first step, he knew that every single angel in the nest was looking forward to getting to know Dean properly. But of course now it was overwhelming – five alphas one omega.
Five very lucky alphas. Castiel knew he was beaming. Dean was perfect. Their little omega was perfect. Perfect. And he needed assurance right now. Castiel crawled forward, bringing his arms around Dean’s waist, his arms ruffling Dean’s feathers and his fingers tracing Sam’s cock. He smiled at the twin gasps and nuzzled at the back of his neck.
“I meant what I said, Dean. You are so amazing, Dean. This has been such a big night, and you have taken it all. Taking everything, and given everything back. We are truly blessed to have you as our omega.”
He couldn’t see Dean’s blush, but he felt it. Dean cleared his throat, ready to deny Castiel’s words, but he looked up at that point, and caught Dean’s chin. He forced eye contact.
“You are embarrassed. And you think I am wrong. But I will say this every day until you believe it. And even after.” Castiel couldn’t stop his wicked grin. “And when the words cease to bring colour to your cheeks, I will just have to find something else to make you blush. You do look so beautiful when you blush. You’re freckled stand out – like constellations…” Castiel spread his wings at that, and Dean twisted to stare at the speckled wings.
“You have constellations too, Cas.”
It was meant to be a smart ass comment. To get them back on an even keel. But Castiel just looked at his wings smugly, spreading them more so Dean could see their magnificence.
“I do, don’t I.”
--
While Castiel gently teased Dean, Sam’s mind was going haywire. He… he finally had Dean in his arms. Dean!
His wings fluttered behind him, tips pointing and relaxing. He could see the indulgent smiles from his mates – Gabriel even grabbed his wing tip and pulled, cheeky ass that he was. But Sam didn’t even bother flipping him off: he knew he was acting like a fledgling. But he was so fucking excited! It was Dean! Dean was in his lap. Dean who he loved more than anything. Enough to even say no to his flock.
What had Sam done to deserve his heart’s desire? His flock of alphas, each special and wonderful and funny and amazing, and his brother, their omega. Just as special and wonderful and funny and amazing. Burying his face in Dean’s shoulder, he turned his face towards the feathers. He couldn’t help the tears. He was too happy. Not that he was going to announce them.
Despite Castiel’s ministrations, Dean’s laser eyes turned on Sam. Dean always had some extra sense when it came to Sam. Before he knew what was happening, Dean had turned himself around again. As Dean shifted, Sam’s hands automatically came round, cupping Dean’s curvy ass. It was enough to distract him – Dean’s ass was fucking perfect.
While Sam focus had shifted to the sexy side, Dean was still the big brother who had always protected Sam. He grasped Sam’s face, staring intently into his eyes before glaring at the tears and collecting them on his thumbs. Sam seemed… Sam seemed ok. Yes he was crying, but he wasn’t distressed. Dean stuck his nose into the base of Sam’s throat, breathing deeply and scenting his brother.
“Sammy…?” He asked uncertainly.
Luckily he didn’t have to add more. Dean was never great with emotions and feeling words: that was more Sam’s area. Sam… Sam smelt happy. Grass after the rain, adding to his base scents of leather, cinnamon and books. Dean stifled a chuckle: leather was taking on a whole new meaning. And Sam was smiling at him. Smiling and squeezing his ass, fingers dipping back to trace his leaking hole.
“I’m just happy, Dean.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. I can smell that. So happy you could cry?”
Sam nodded. For once he didn’t have any other words. He hoped his eyes conveyed it all.
Dean blinked in return– those were definitely not tears, and they were definitely not going to exit his eyes. Too many girly moments, Dean decided. It was, of course, Sam’s fault.
“I always said you were the real omega.” Dean’s tone and expression were all sass. Focused as he was on Sam, he didn’t notice the way the other angel’s wings rose, reading challenge to their dominance in the omega’s words.
Sam also reacted.
It wasn’t a challenge, he told himself, fighting to keep his wings down. Dean wasn’t being defiant. Dean didn’t need a lesson on his role in this relationship. Dean was just being Dean.
But the words did stir up his inner alpha. His omega – his unclaimed omega was naked on his lap calling his Alpha status into question.
Well.
It wasn’t a challenge… But it wouldn’t do, would it? It wasn’t right to let Dean think that such challenges would be ok in the future.
With only a growl for warning, Dean was on his back, Sam’s hands pinning Dean’s wrists at the shoulder. Glancing at his wrists, Dean made a thoughtful moue. “So. You and Cas, huh. Like to call the shots. Big Alphas.”
Sam just growled again and nipped at Dean’s chest, at the place his mark soon would be placed.
“Gonna tell me how much you don’t like being held down?” It was a taunt. It was perfectly obvious how much Dean enjoyed Sam’s strength. Dean’s scent deepened even as his cock twitched with interest. It was through luck rather than design that Sam had managed to align them perfectly. And Dean’s rapidly filling cock felt very nice against his.
“You’re so hot and smooth Dean, so soft, and your little cock,” and Sam thrust against Dean, emphasising the size difference, “feels so fucking good. Does it feel good for you, Dean?”
Dean closed his eyes. It felt fucking awesome! And not just the smooth slide of Sam against him. Unlike the other alphas, Sam was not only stronger than him, but bigger as well. He’d already had proof that even a fun sized alpha could throw him around. And that was great, but this was different again. Sammy was bigger in every way. Dean bit back a groan as Sam ground his hard length against him.
It did feel good. More than good, and rather than answer, Dean pressed up against Sam.
“I wonder if you can come this way, Dean?”
Sam’s eyes were intense and staring straight at him. Dean ducked his head, uncomfortable with Sam’s gaze, but Sam caught him round the chin, keeping his face exactly where it was. Dean glowered. What the fuck was with alphas and eye contact? Surely he was supposed to look away to show he accepted their dominance?
Sam could read Dean’s expression, and just laughed at him. He nipped at Dean’s bottom lip, until Dean opened his mouth to complain. At which point Sam took Dean’s mouth, tongue sweeping in to taste and claim. Whether he realised it or not, Dean melted in his arms, his back bowed, pushing himself into Sam’s body. Sam growled again as he wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist, pulling him close.
One big hand palmed Dean’s ass cheek, before slipping round to grasp his hip. “Come against me, Dean. I want you to come by rubbing yourself on my cock. I know you can do that. I know how good it feels. “
Of course Sam cheated – although he considered it more along the lines of aiding his brother. Even as Dean rutted frantically, Sam’s cock so hot and hard against his own, Sam’s other hand reached under, spreading his ass cheeks as fingers trailed across his rim before pressing into him. Dean would have come anyway, but those probing fingers pushed him closer and closer…
It was Dean’s turn to growl as Sam – Sam the teasing bastard – winked at him. Maintaining eye contact, he arched his back and canted his head. Dean’s eyes zeroed in on the empty space. It was missing mark.
His mark.
Dean surged forward, eager to get his lips on Sam. Sam somehow managed to keep him at arm’s length. Too far to bite. To claim what was his. Dean snarled, but at Sam’s soft laugh, turned his head, sniffing his disapproval. His attention was quickly taken by Gabriel and Lucifer, who were seated together, arms around each other’s waist, wings intermingled, the deep black of Lucifers a beautiful contrast to the Gabriel’s bronze. They looked perfect together.
Dean licked his lips. They were fucking fantastic wings. He longed to run his hands through, find what made them gasp… and to have those big wings pressing him down - much as Sam’s were now. But Sam was an asshole who wouldn’t let him mark him. Dean subtly flexed his wings against Sam’s, feeling a fresh gush of slick when Sam just pushed his down harder. Dean gasped. He wanted that more of that. He wanted his alphas to learn what made him gasp. And… he longed to fly with them, to have them chase him, catch him, breed him.
Dean’s cock jerked.
Huh.
That had never happened before. He’d never thought about mating flights. Flying was transport. It was fine, sometimes even fun, but not sexy. What was he even thinking? Even without Sam grinding on top of him (which was damn pleasant) Dean felt like he could have come just from… what? A fucking fantasy?
Eyes narrow, Sam examined Dean. Enough was enough – Dean’s thought should all be on him. Lowering his head, Sam sought Dean’s lips. Jerking with surprise, Dean huffed and turned his head away, only to be greeted with Michael and Castiel. Unlike Gabriel and Lucifer who were entwined Castiel and Lucifer stood apart from each other. They acted as one, however, when they sensed his eyes. Their wings spread, high and proud, Michael’s magnificent and gold, Castiel’s darkly shadowed in front. Strong wings. Beautiful wings. Wings suitable for alphas, Dean thought. Amazing alphas.
His alphas, Dean realised with a jolt. His smoking hot alphas. Dean didn’t bother denying the surge of possessive pride. They were his. He’d even marked four of them. So far.
He eyed Sam’s neck hungrily.
Sam smiled back. Now Dean’s focus was all on him. He pressed against his brother again, body against body, wings against wings. For a moment he lost himself in the play of blue grey amongst Dean’s green and blue. Next time…
“Next time I won’t fuck you until you lower your wings for me. But that’s next time. This time… Come against me, Dean. Now.”
--
Dean couldn’t quite come on demand. But as Sam released his hip Dean hooked a leg around his brother pulling himself up and against his body, trapping his cock between himself and the hard planes of Sam’s belly. Sam also helped this time: he stopped the tease, instead grinding down until with a cry, Dean felt his cock jerk between them. Sam arched towards him and finally - finally Dean laid his claim.
--
Sam’s eyes were heavily lidded, his breath coming in short pants. Even as Dean cemented his claim, Sam fought hard to hold himself back. The way Dean’s cock moved against him was just perfect – so fucking perfect. The weight of his ass, the press of his feathers. His breathy gasps against his chest followed by the drag of teeth.
But it was the scent that almost had him coming: of wing oil and slick and come and of very satisfied omega.
But Sam wasn’t coming until he was buried in Dean’s ass.
Sam waited until Dean was ready. As soon as he felt his brother go lax, mouth falling away from his new mark, he lifted Dean’s legs once more, sliding his cock between Dean’s ass cheeks. Dean was even wetter now. Sam felt as Dean attempted to shift his legs, spreading them as wide as he could (which wasn’t very wide, as Sam has a firm grasp on him) so that Sam’s fat cockhead scraped along his dripping hole. They both moaned.
Pushing Dean’s legs back against his chest. He did take a moment to admire how pink and wet it was.
“It’s hard to believe you’ve just taken four alphas, Dean.” Sam’s mouth ghosted along his thigh. “You really are made for this.”
Before Dean could decide if he was offended or not, Sam was breathing in his ear.
“I wonder how you feel on the inside. Are you as hot and tight as I imagine?” Sam took a deep breath, breathing in Dean. “I guess it’s time to find out.”
True to his word, Sam didn’t waste any more time.
Sam was suddenly everywhere. Hand hard against his shoulders, mouth taking his, wings pressed back into the bed, cock filling and stretching him.
As sudden as it was, it was too fucking slow. Whereas Dean had been unsure if he was up for more fucking, not that he had a cock in him, he wasn’t in the mood for Sam to drag it out. He tried to buck up, to urge Sam deeper, faster. But it didn’t work. While one of Sam’s hands gently cupped his jaw, the other had a very firm hold on Dean’s hip, easily holding him in place.
With a start, Dean realised his hands were actually free. Snarling his displeasure against Sam’s lips, Dean reached around his brother, hauled him forward. To his delight it worked: the sweet burn of Sam’s cock sending jolts of pleasure through him, his well-earned reward.
This delight was somewhat tempered by Sam’s entire body weight crushing him against the bed.
It took a moment for him to get his breath back, but then he was wrapping his legs around Sam, pulling him in close, until – there! Dean gasped as Sam’s cock hit him just so. And that was it. It was too much for Dean’s oversensitive body. With a cry, Dean tore his mouth from Sam’s, instinctively finding his spot at the base of Sam’s throat, biting at it again until Sam’s blood once again filled his mouth.
Without realising it, Sam’s wings had spread, high and dominant over his mate. Who still wasn’t his.
Eyes flashing, Sam urged him up, ready to fuck him properly. To claim his omega.
--
Of course it was over too soon. A few hard thrusts had Sam’s knot catching, his come filling Dean. Sam now lapped at his new mark bruised and bleeding on Dean’s skin. It was perfect.
He nuzzled Dean gently, until he caught his breath. Then looking up, he met Dean’s glazed eyes, riding the surge of alpha pride. That was his well fucked omega. Although Dean looked too sated to fuss, Sam’s instincts and inclination had words pouring from him.
“Oh, Dean. You don’t know… you have no idea how much I wanted this. For how long I wanted you.” He nuzzled his mark, then moving round licked and sucked gently on Castiel’s and Gabriel’s and Lucifer’s. Dean shuddered. If he hadn’t already come - twice - that would’ve pushed him back over the edge.
“Even when I thought you were a beta… All my fantasies! Most of them,” he amended, with a quick look at his alphas. None of them looked concerned, just smiling at the tied pair. “They were all you, Dean. Almost every one.” Sam dropped his head, to Dean’s throat once more, breathing in his heady scent. “You never smelt right. Never like a beta. But I always thought was just because I wanted it too much.”
Sam relaxed, settling on top of Dean. “Love you, Dean. Love you so much.”
Sam would have happily laid there, but there were still things to be done. The firm hands of Lucifer and Gabriel pulled him upright, while Michael gently followed with a grumbling Dean.
“You should all fuck off and leave me alone.”
It garnered him indulgent smiles, and chuckling, Michael kissed Dean – whose open mouth was mouth was quickly filled with Michael’s tongue. Grasping Dean’s hair, Michael held him in place, taking his time tasting Dean. It had that sweet flavour he would for ever associate with Dean, with a liberal dash of Sam.
“You taste delicious,” Dean was informed in a serious manner. Michael sent a soft smile to Sam. “As do you.”
It was a signal Dean didn’t recognise. Hands were suddenly transferred oil from his wings to Sam’s. He watched as Sam practically purred at the long strokes through his feathers. He spread his wings, allowing his alphas to groom him at will. Before he could get too caught up watching his blissed out alpha, he felt a finger run along his soft cock. Noticing he had Dean’s attention, Castiel grabbed Dean’s hand, running it over Dean’s belly until it was coated with come.
“Let Sam lick your fingers, Dean.” Castiel ordered, before pushing them into Sam’s mouth. Sam wasn’t complaining, but Dean sure as Hell was!
“No fucking way! I know how this works – we rub it into Sam, so he’ll forever have my scent.” Dean didn’t bother to hide his satisfied look. Sam was the last alpha he needed to scent claim, then they were all his.
Castiel, however, wasn’t taking any of Dean’s sass. “You are right, Dean. That is how it works. Luckily. You are an over achiever.” Castiel punctuated his words with a slow drag through Dean’s covered belly. “And if you take a look here…” Dean’s eyes followed Castiel’s hand as he pressed against the planes of Sam’s belly. “Sam is already well and truly marked.”
Dean had to blush. Sam was as covered as he. Which made sense really, given that Dean had pretty much come while fucking against Sam’s belly.
Castiel kissed along Dean’s neck, until his mouthed at Dean’s ear. When he spoke, the deep voice reverberated through him. “And I’ll think you’ll find you feel much better when you do what I ask.”
Dean knew he was going to have to learn how to say no to that voice.
--
Tonight was not the night.
--
Only when Sam was properly anointed did Michael gently ease Dean off Sam’s lap. He then even more gently laid him on the bed. Sam sat there somewhat dazed, so Michael ushered him into Lucifer’s waiting arms. He paused, waiting only to see Castiel and Gabriel wrap their wings around the pair, before turning his full attention back to Dean. Dean hadn’t even reacted.
Eyes closed, he sank into the mattress, sighing at how soft it was. It was nice. He’d never been on a bed this comfortable before. He rubbed his cheek against the soft things - feathers - pillowing his face, before opening his eyes to note the gold colour. They were pretty. Dean closed his eyes. He’d look again tomorrow.
“Dean.”
Michael. Owner of the pretty feathers. Michael voice was firm, and Dean knew there was still a ritual to complete. Despite himself – he really was fucking tired – he did want to finish it. He felt… incomplete, like something was missing. And he knew Michael could complete him.
He also knew he had a few options – he could sass Michael, who was probably ready to, at the slightest provocation, fuck him into the mattress, or he could just submit, and it would be gentler. Dean was surprised to find himself truly torn. Yeah he was tired, but he kinda wanted to feel Michael – their flock alpha, his flock alpha – claim him properly. He groaned. He didn’t want to make any decisions! Why couldn’t Michael just get on with it.?
“Dean.” Michael’s voice commanded his obedience. Opening his e opened his eyes, Dean stared at Michael – who was now framed between his legs, wings held high over and proud over him.
Not just wings, Dean noted wryly. Michael cock was hard and leaking as knelt there, unmoving. Mainly unmoving. Dean’s tired mouth managed to curl itself into a smile as Michael’s cock quivered in anticipation. He licked his lips.
Michael looked at the beautiful, strong omega that was almost his. He could read Dean’s ambivalence in his body and wings. He even felt it himself. But it was Dean’s exhausted eyes that decided him. Such a hard life, he mused, deciding the best way to fuck his sleepy omega.
He shuffled forward, grasping Dean’s legs and lifting him until they splayed around him. He’d admired them wrapped around Castiel, but now they were wrapped snugly around him? He couldn’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather be.
He shook his head, attempting to clear his mind. Rituals first, self-indulgent orgy later. His cock jerked, leaking copious amounts of precome which dripped onto Dean’s soft cock.
Also a nice look on the omega.
“Are you willing, Dean?”
Dean blinked at him. Michael frowned. That really wasn’t good enough.
“I need to claim you, Dean. You’re mine as I am yours. Are you willing to take me into your body, even as I take you into our nest?”
--
How Michael kept a straight face he would never know.
When he’d imagined this (and he had. Many, many times), he’d imagined saying the words that instigated the last bond between nest alpha and omega, it had seemed somehow sacred.
The only things that carried through from his fantasy to reality, were him and his omega, the bed and the candles.
Dean’s face was anything but reverent. In fact, he seemed to be sporting quite an impressive sneer. And instead of the hushed whispers of beloved alphas, there were repressed chortles and snorts.
And yet, Michael maintained the face befitting a flock alpha.
Dean managed to clear his face. “Is that really what you want to ask me,” he asked. Michael nodded stiffly, and Dean let his body relaxed. Crossing his feed behind Michael’s back, he shot the alpha a grin. “Guess you’d better get yourself in my body, then.
“Welcome me, Alpha.”
--
While Michael wanted to sink right into Dean’s body, he took his time. Grasping Dean’s knees he spread them, looking at his puffy hole. Come still dripped from him – Sam and Cas and Gabriel – he thought idly, and soon Michael would be adding his.
“Such a well fucked omega. But of course we’ll need to do this again. Next time Gabriel can control himself. Imagine how it will feel, Dean, knowing you are completely full with your alphas essence.”
Judging by the way Dean’s little hole fluttered and clenched, he liked that idea a lot.
“Should I savour you, Dean? Take my time tasting you until you beg for me? What would it take to make you a begging writing mess, before I give you want you really need?” Dean wriggled in his grip, but Michael just readjusted his hold, allowing his fingers to melt into the bruise marks on the omegas hips. Primal feelings of ownership filled him – Dean was marked from head to toe, inside and out.
Just one more mark and Dean would be theirs forever.
Much as Michael really wanted Dean strung out and begging, his need was too great. Roughly, he lined himself up, savouring the moment his cock head breached Dean –it was just as perfect as the first time. With a grunt he thrust forward, filling Dean in one smooth move. He relished the slap as his balls hit Dean’s ass. He couldn’t get any deeper if he tried.
“Fucking perfect, Dean. That’s what you are, fucking perfect.” He didn’t bother waiting for a response. Just pulled back before snapping his hips forward again.
--
Dean was half out of his mind. Michael’s cock was filling him, his mouth was biting little bruises across his chest, always avoiding that one spot he wanted Michael to bit. Hands attempted to direct his alpha, but cock in his ass was sending pulses of pleasure through his entire body with every thrust . Combined with the hands pulling at his wings just right, Dean was unable to direct his own body let alone Michaels.
Concluding it was happening at Michael’s pace, Dean lay back and gave himself over to the pleasure.
--
It wasn’t long before Michael felt the beautiful drag of his knot pulling at Dean’s rim. Luckily he’d had no intention of making this last. Every fibre of his being was calling for him to knot and claim. Cement the bond before something happened to take Dean away. He frantically rutted against Dean, and just as he felt his knot catch, pushed forward, feeling the tight caress of Dean’s inner walls even as his knot locked them together.
He didn’t bother controlling his roar as he cock jerked, filling Dean once more. He revelled in the tight heat of the omega created especially for him.
He didn’t bother controlling the spread of his wings, allowing them to reach to the farthest corners of the nest, touching his alphas, including them in this final bond.
He didn’t stop himself when he pulled Dean towards him, mouth instinctively latching on to the space lacking his mark.
He didn’t cover his satisfaction as his teeth punctured Dean’s skin, and he felt the nest bond slip into place – as he felt Dean become a part of him as all his alphas were.
He didn’t hide his tears as Dean wrapped his arms around him, and welcomed him home.
--
He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, Michael wrapped in the warm and loving arms of his omega. Michael couldn’t remember the last time he felt so relaxed. He definitely needed to do this more often. Eventually, though, duty called, and he pulled back, breaking the embrace. Holding Dean away from him, he took a good hard look. Michael’s eyes narrowed. Dean was flagging – he was definitely tired. He was before completed the bond. After all, who wouldn’t be exhausted after a fucking marathon?
Michael chuckled to himself. That was pun worthy of Lucifer. He’d have to remember to tell him.
A firm grip on his arms brought him back to the present. To Dean.
Dean blinked at him, and Michael smiled, cupping Dean’s face before kissing him gently. Dean really was amazing.
“You’re stronger than you look, my pretty little omega. You’ve ridden five cocks tonight. Oh, wait,” Michael surged lightly against him, earning a grunt and a glare from Dean. “Six. Pretty impressive.”
Despite his annoyance, Dean had to grin. “It’s really fucking impressive.” He poked Michael in the chest. “Remember that next time you get all alphas are better than omegas.”
Michael’s spluttered denial of any such attitude was interrupted as Sam nibbled on his ear, and Lucifer licked a up the back of Dean’s neck. Lucifers’ voice was throaty as he whispered. “I want to try…”
Dean felt his belly clench, earning him a moan from Michael, still buried deep within him. Shifting his weight, Michael pulled Dean’s hair. Dean allowed it, following Michael’s lead until his head was tipped right back, his throat bared for his alpha.
Michael touched his nose to the base of Dean’s throat, breathing in his new scent. It was still Dean, all apple pie and motor oil, but it was more. It was them. It was nest.
Although he’d felt the bond snap into place, Michael felt compelled to test it, to make sure. Kissng down Dean’s throat, he nuzzled at the claim marks, gentle lips touching each.
Dean couldn’t help but notice how the softness of his lips was an extreme contrast to the feral look in Michael’s eyes. Before he could ask, Michael’s tongue was mapping a mark - Castiel’s – and soft waves of pleasure moved through him. From the groans Castiel emitted, the pleasure was mirrored by the marks owner.
It was a pleasure Dean could deal with until Michael bit softly at Gabriel’s mark, and Gabriel cried out loud, clutching at Lucifer, whose mouth moved to bite at Dean’s mark on Gabriel.
“Holy fucking fuck!”
Dean didn’t think he could describe the feeling. Later, he’d tell Sam it was like a feedback loop. Michael’s mouth felt good… but then he could feel Gabe’s pleasure moving through his body. And then Gabe could feel his pleasure, and on and on until he thought he’d pass out. When Michael lifted his mouth, Dean choked.
“It’s too much! Too fucking much!”
--
Michael pulled back immediately, but aftershocks continued to run through Dean’s body. His cock twitched despite Dean’s current lack of interest, and he bared his teeth at Michael, a snarl on his list.
Michael laid a contrite kiss on Dean’s shoulder, hands moving to softly stoke his feathers, soothing the distressed omega.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t know a better way to check that our nest bonds are all in place.”
Closing his eyes, Dean leant all his body weight back until Michael followed his body down and Dean lay against the bed. He hovered (well, he had no choice, tied as they still were), but instead of resting on Dean, he leant on his elbows – caging Dean between them. It was thoughtful, and Dean decided to forgive him. He was too tired to hold a grudge, anyway. Plus, he had just been pleasured beyond his wildest dreams. It slightly balanced it.
Still, he couldn’t let it go unmentioned.
“Don’t do it again.”
Michael didn’t respond, and all forgiveness was rescinded when Michael decided it was the perfect time for a chat.
--
“Do you remember what I told you earlier, Dean? That our mating marks represent the flock? While I am here,” and Michael ran a gentle finger over his bite. Dean roused himself enough to crack open one eye in a glower. Couldn’t Michael see that pillow talk was currently not required? And there should be no touching of any claim marks. None.
Michael smiled – he knew - but the bastard kept talking. “You are here,” a finger pressed on Michael’s claim, and Dean felt Michael stir within him. “Because you are central to the nest, to our home. You are our heart.”
Dean realised it was a love confession. They’d all in their different ways confessed their love – through their words and wings, their hands and cocks. It was lovely. They were lovely alphas. And when he was awake, he might appreciate the sentiment. Or maybe just blush and look away. But as it was, he was tired and hanging off Michael’s knot. He just wanted Michael’s knot to deflate so he could roll over and go and sleep for a thousand years.
But no, no, the beloved omega wasn’t getting what he wanted, because Michael was still talking.
“…And never forget, Dean, that we love you and will do everything we can to make you happy.”
--
Maybe it was because it was a second knotting, but it took forever for Michael to go down. He talked soothingly until Dean bit his arm. The other alphas had laughed but Dean had barely noticed them, as Michael had finally got the message and blessed him with silence. He also wrapped Dean up in his wings. He felt warm and safe. If he thought about them, Dean could tell the other alphas were there – a slight pulse in each of his marks. He knew they were spread over the bed, each with a hand or foot or wing touching their alpha. They were all connected.
It was nice. But it was even nicer when Michael finally pulled out. Dean fought his way out of Michael’s feathered embrace and just sprawled across the bed, able to lie on his belly for the first time in forever.
He was just so fucking tired. Being fucked and claimed was an exhausting business. And although he just wanted to lie there, he needed to clean himself. He was sticky, and stank of sex. Before he could stir himself, he felt soft clothes brushing over him, cleaning his skin of slick and come and Father only knew what else.
Nice as it felt, it was going to take much too long. He called on his grace, ready for a quick clean job. Only to find he couldn’t access it.
His eyes snapped open, and he was greeted with five smug alphas. He closed his eyes again.
Assholes.
“Father in his infinite wisdom, decided that omegas needed to be pampered after one of the most important experiences of their life. He knew that they would want to clean themselves as speedily as possible…”
“Not just this time! Every time. Every fucking time, thanks.” Dean interrupted. He was, however, ignored.
“It’s an honour for an alpha to care for his omega mate,” Michael continued. “So following a claiming, an omega’s grace is bound.”
Huffing Dean allowed them to do their sacred duty. Wasn’t like he had much choice. And although his preference would have been a quick clean job with grace, it was kind of nice. Fingers combed through his hair, feathers were realigned, and all extra bodily fluids removed. Special attention was paid to his ass and cock – although the plug Michael inserted was unexpected.
“We’ll talk about it later,” he informed Dean.
And Dean let it go. It wasn’t like it was uncomfortable. (He did feel warm though, at the thought of his alpha’s release kept inside him until next time. God. That was definitely a discussion for another day. It didn’t stop him experimentally clenching around the plug. Lucifer shot him a knowing look and Dean huffed, and ignored him.)
Deciding there was no way to rush them along, he just relaxed into the mattress, feeling the mix of feathers beneath him. Maybe it was his imagination, but he thought he could tell whose feather was whose. His mind drifted to their beautiful wings. He was really looking forward to later – much later – and getting up close and personal with those wings.
Deans mind idly drifted until finally all hands were removed. Sighing happily Dean snuggled into the bed. Sleep –
– was not to be. He swore he hadn’t even closed his eyes before he was jostled awake.
“You can’t sleep yet, Dean. You must look first.” Fucking Castiel. Sex time was over. Cas couldn’t tell him what to do anymore. Well, Dean didn’t have to listen. And why couldn’t they leave him alone? He’d done his part. Hadn’t they just fucked him five – no, six times? Really, he should be proud. Better than world peace, he thought contentedly.
Almost contentedly. Cas was still begging in his ear. Sighing deeply, he rolled over and sat up. It was obviously the only way he was going to get any sleep.
--
The alphas surrounded him as they pushed and prodded him until he stood in front of the mirror. The first thing he noticed was how wonderful they all looked. All naked and strong with glorious wings. Dean felt his own fluff in response. Stupid things.
Instead of laughing at him (and they were totally within their rights, only Dean’s wings were indicating they were ready for more action. Absolutely nothing else was interested), they drew close, warm bodies pressed against him, full of love and support. It was Sammy behind him, one strong arm firmly placed around his middle, almost holding him up. It felt nice.
“Look, Dean.” Gabriel urged him to look at the mirror, but he was! He didn’t understand until Cas and Lucifer’s fingers brushed their marks. As his eyes focused on their fingers, his breath caught.
Oh.
Of course Dean had looked at the mating marks on his alphas. But there was something about seeing the necklace of claim bites that just did things to him.
As he brushed one fingertip over the marks, he couldn’t help thinking about how lucky he was. Out of all the alphas in the world he got these. Ones that were strong, and kind, and listened to him. And he got this nest. Dean Winchester got a nest. He couldn’t help laughing at his reflection. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would actually have this – a family. A home. A nest.
Dean didn’t realise he’d spoken aloud until Michael somehow managed to get in front of Dean, wrapping Dean’s arms around himself.
“We have a nest. And we have you.”
--
It was so disgustingly sappy that Dean just flicked them all off him. “I’m going to sleep,” he announced, turning to stalk back to where peaceful slumber awaited him.
He turned, but found himself stopped as Gabriel scooped him up and carrying him to their mating bed. Dean squawked and demanded to be let down (why did it have to be the littlest one!). Gabriel bent low and murmured in Dean’s ear. “Better get used to it, pretty little Omega. Michael is a total sap when he is happy.”
Ignoring Dean’s horrified look, Gabriel chuckled before dropping him on the bed. He waited until Dean crawled to the middle, at which point Castiel and Sam attached themselves to either side of Dean. Once they were settled, wings lightly covering Dean, Gabriel tucking himself behind Sam. He watched Lucifer do the same, snuggling up behind Castiel.
The two angels spread their wings over their mates. It was only then Michael snuggled up behind Lucifer covering all of them with his wings.
Michael couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped his lips, or the smile that formed when Lucifer rubbed his wings against his sensitive under feathers.
Against all odds, their flock had become a nest. Their omega was curled up between them all, safe and protected. (For now. Michael was under no illusions that Dean would have something to say about that when he wasn’t completely sated. Although that might be a nice way to…)
Michael shook his head. It wasn’t time for thinking. It was time to watch over his nest.
--
Beneath his wings he felt his mates’ breathing shift. Michael felt them start to drift , and had just closed his eyes when Dean’s voice jerked him out of sleep.
“I totally need pie tomorrow.”
If that wasn’t bad enough, Castiel’s voice followed. Smugly. “Told you.”
Michael growled softly, his wings drawing his mates closer together. It had the benefit of muffling any further conversation. He closed his eyes, and firmly tucks his wings around all his mates again, secure in the knowledge that his world couldn’t be any more perfect.
--oo--
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