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    Jo pauses at the door, listening, and inhales. She practically purrs. He feels her approval from the balls of his feet up to his scalp, a vibrating warmth. And she hasn’t even opened the door. Dean feels like he’s floating in a dream of his own choosing. But like any dream, it can only last so long. 

    He refuses to wake now.

    “Knock knock,” she whispers as she enters, the green haze of the emergency exit sign giving her an unearthly glow.

“Come on in,” Dean replies, voice like steel wool in his throat.

Jo hums, eyes darting around the room, the yellow gleam of her night vision making her look more dangerous, more powerful. Dean’s officially ruined this pair of shorts.

“Thought you’d be up, watching TV or something,” Jo says like she’s intruding.

Dean sits up against the headboard, arms braced behind his head. “I tried, just kept getting up to change the channel and it only gets like five anyway—- how was the rest of your shift?”

“It was— shitty. Yeah, that’s pretty much it. But hey, I don’t have to work tomorrow, so—,” Jo trails off.

“You’ve got that going for you,” Dean quotes.

She giggles and steps closer to the bed. “I can’t believe you’re back here smelling like sex and still so cool about everything.”

Dean shrugs. “I just make it look easy. Cuz the way you’re looking at me right now?”

Jo’s pupils grow impossibly wider in the dim light. She licks her lips, smirking and waiting.

“It’s taking everything in me not to roll over and present for you, Jo. You fucking know what—”

She’s on him before he can finish his filthy confession, mouth open and thighs tight around his waist. Their tongues continue the conversation, promising and praising in kind. He’s both hard and wet because she’s so firm and hot in his arms. 

They were always going to end up here, someday.

He gets her shirt over her head and starts sucking on her tits, all he needs is a mouthful and her nails are already digging into the back of his neck. He whimpers at the pain, drags her bra down just to suck harder when she doesn’t loosen her hold.

She watches him ravish her, like she’s paying for the show. And Dean’s working for tips.  He eases them to their sides, getting his hand down her pants, feeling how soft she is. Dean doesn’t know what he was expecting, but a neatly trimmed vulva was not it. He pauses long enough for Jo to lean in, nose ghosting up his jaw until she can whisper in his ear, “you can see for yourself if you get these things off of me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Dean gets her on her back while she kicks off her shoes. 

He peels off her jeans and thong in one long drag, leaving plush kisses down her legs as he goes. She unclasps the tangled mess that was her bra. Dean lifts her leg and checks her out, almost comically. He lifts the other one, looking underneath like he’s lost something.

Dean rests on his haunches. “Well, shit. This was not what I was expecting.”

Jo forces out a giggle. “Is it gonna be a problem?”

“What? No! No problem. I’ll just—.” Dean pulls off his shirt and wiggles down the bed, so he’s eye level with her pussy. “I’ll just get comfy.”

Her laughter is genuine this time as he smacks his lips and looks her over like a fresh baked pie. He starts slowly, pulling her open and tasting her. Her alpha potency is deeper there, tangy and intoxicating. He twists so his legs are spread, his body begging for her on both ends. He ruts against the sheets to little relief. He draws her perfectly average clit between his lips, completely floored by how normal she is, like any beta girl he’d been with before. A textbook pussy and Dean’s still baffled. But he does his best to hide his confusion with attention.

And then he finds it, her knot. Not at the base of her non-existent dick, but just on the inside of her channel. He inches two fingers inside her, feeling the extra warmth hug his digits as he explores. It isn’t full yet, but he can sense the strength behind it, even relaxed. His dick weeps for it.

He reaches deeper and finds her g spot, rubbing in time with his tongue on her clit. Somewhere along the way, Jo was cursing at him and he just realized she’s starting to growl. He melts further into her lap, drinking her in as she comes.

“Fucking slut, you like that pussy, don’t you? Hungry little omega, aren’t you?”

Dean whines against her folds, slurping up the last drops.

“That’s it, clean up your mess,” Jo croons, scratching gently at his scalp.

Her words lock into place in his mind, no, someplace deeper and he shivers. He wants to let go. He wants her in control.

“Alpha?” Dean begs, suddenly wrecked with want. Unsure what she’ll do with him now, he waits, watching her breath even out. Her pink nipples beacons on her pale flesh.

    Jo sits up, drawing his mouth to hers for a tender kiss, thanking and reassuring. She releases him. “Do you have anything with you? Any heat toys? Condoms?”

Dean blushes, but nods, watching her lips instead of her eyes. 

“Get them for me? I want to see what you like,” Jo coaxes.

“You. I like you—- I don’t need that now, do I?” Dean argues like the charmer he is.

Jo pulls back, searching Dean’s eyes for honesty.“Tell me you weren’t expecting to get fucked tonight.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Jo— I am perfectly capable of doing the fucking.”

“‘Oh, you think you’re going to do what now?” Jo’s tone is suddenly short. 

Dean lowers his gaze. “ I mean, if you want me to.”

“What I want you to do is get your dildo and some condoms. And then I want you to present, omega.”

 Dean whines, but he doesn’t move. A lifetime of taking orders and he doesn’t want it to come to that now. Not with Jo.

Somehow, she sees his private struggle and she reigns in the power trip. “Please?”

Dean closes his eyes and inhales their mingled scents. He is safe and he can want this. She wants him to. She asked him to! Without another word, he slides off the bed. 

Dean finds his duffel on the dresser next to the ancient television. Rifles through his toiletries for the condoms and then goes into the hidden inner pocket for his knotting toy. It’s something he’s only ever used alone, but the fact that she knew he’d have it makes him squirm. She’s been with other omegas. Maybe not a lot of male ones, but Jo knows what she’s doing. His mind is rapidly trying to catch up with all of the little truths he’s discovering, while his body is kicking off his soiled boxers and climbing back onto the bed.

Jo hums appreciatively. She’s sitting cross-legged, hugging herself loosely from the chill in the air. Dean drops his wares into her lap and turns to face the pillows, ass up, head down, he submits. His balls and thighs are coated with slick, his asshole and his dick throbbing for her. 

Jo sets the condoms next to Dean’s knee and crawls behind him. Externally, she’s small, but her alpha presence makes herself known. Dean shivers before she even touches him, arousal and anticipation emanating from them both.

“So ready for me, baby,” Jo croons. 

Dean tsks at the unnecessary moisture between his cheeks and drops his head onto his forearm, still waiting. Her nimble fingers rub into his thighs, up into the crease, spreading him open. She kisses the small of his back just as she starts to drag the heavy tip of his silicone knotting toy through his slick. She circles his entrance without pressure, teasing him and earning more of the natural lubricant at the same time.

“Oh, God,” Dean whines.

“I’ve always wondered—- god you guys must need, like, twice as much water as anybody else, this stuff is just gushing right out of you!”

That shuts down Dean’s theory about her being with other male omegas… maybe any other omegas. He looks over his shoulder and huffs, “enough with the anatomy lesson, are you gonna fuck me or not?”

Her wonder and awe turn cold as she shoves the fat head of the dildo into Dean’s puffy asshole. He grunts, but takes it, knowing she didn’t give it all to him, yet. “You don’t need to be such a dick,” she mumbles more annoyances under her breath as she twists the toy, a distracting, fruitless motion. Dean Winchester doesn’t beg, but he does lean in, hinting, however silently.

“All the alphas at school would talk about this, the ultimate triumph— the true making of an alpha was to get an omega wet and presenting for them. Like it was the holy grail, the pinnacle of our gender. They’d tease me, telling me how I’d never see it on my back.” She slid the toy the rest of the way inside Dean, making him gasp. “I don’t even know how they knew, but they all knew I wasn’t—- I wasn’t a real alpha.”

She rolls the knot between her fingers, as far as his ass cheeks allow, rocking the handle with shallow pulses against his shaking channel. 

“Feels real,” Dean promises, rolling his hips for more.

Jo hums in half belief. She reaches forward and cups his balls, heavy and sticky in her palm. She maneuvers around them for his dick, stroking him slowly. Dean freezes on the spot, tension rolling off of him. Dean’s pleasure feels like he’s being unraveled, fucked and pulled apart. Jo’s hitting his prostate with each thrust, and he can’t be done now, he needs to feel her— the real knot she has to give him.

Dean lunges forward and spins away, the dildo still wedged in his ass, a literal tail between his legs. He squats and tears it out of himself, desperation and fear cloud the room.

Jo’s a deer caught in headlights, then she looks to the floor, the predator in her disappears.

Dean catches his breath, watching as she starts to move towards her clothes. “Hey? Don’t go—- I just— couldn’t take anymore. I’d’ve come all over the comforter and you’d have had to wait on me to get to pop your knot. I just wanna feel ya— you know?”

Dean reaches up with his left hand and traces her cheek bone with his thumb. “Alpha?”

Jo’s whine turns into a purr. Dean banks on that hope and wedges himself underneath her, so he’s on his back and she’s half in his lap. He leans up and kisses her until she’s smirking and blushing at his goofiness, his determined affection. She melts in his arms and he feels her alpha pick herself back up. ‘Atta girl,’ he thinks.

Dean’s no stranger to schoolyard mockery, but, at the end of the day, he had two pig headed alphas protecting him from the bullies. Jo lost her dad so young—- she never had somebody she could look up to, somebody to teach her that an alpha is more than what’s between their legs. His heart grows heavy with their matching insecurities.

She nestles her nose into the crook of his neck, concerned at the change in his scent.

“I’m good, Jo,” Dean whispers, nudging her with the side of his face. “Condom?”

“Condom,” Jo agrees as her hand leaves his hip to drag through the tangle of blankets. She sits back on her heels and Dean’s got front row seats. His hands slide up her lithe form, thumbs grazing her nipples as she tears open the protection. Her skin pebbles under his touch and Dean feels infinitely grateful he took her offer for the room. That he didn’t let his ego stop him from accepting her help.

Jo grabs his dick once more, having tossed the wrapper somewhere on the floor. Dean kisses her jaw as she slides the condom in place, then her shoulder and her collarbone. She presses him down onto the bed, kissing him firmly before leaning back and lining up. Jo sinks onto Dean’s covered cock with a smirk like a gymnast landing the final pose of a floor exercise, pure mischievous triumph. 

But Dean doesn’t even get the full effect, because she’s hugging him so tight his eyes close under the pleasure. Deep breaths. She sinks into it, rests completely flush with his lap and then squeezes him as she gets her knees into place. Like she was afraid to lose him in the adjustment. 

Dean isn’t going anywhere anytime soon—- every inch of him is on board.

Jo rubs down Dean’s chest, searching for purchase. He leans up for a kiss, all smiles and swollen lips. He’s so relieved she’s enjoying herself now. She kisses his scent gland, and shoves him onto his back again. His eyes go wide and she shoves his face in jest. He smirks, lifts his chin and looks away, giving her all of the control. She sucks on the hollow of his throat and starts to ride him, in slow, shallow waves.

    Dean whines when she grazes his nipple. But Jo doesn’t take the bate and tease him further, instead she sits tall and fucks him hard. Dean tries to hold back, to just lay there and take it, enjoying the view. But his hips have other plans.

    She rides him through his bucking, grabbing his hand when it goes for her tit, lacing her fingers through his and holding him tight, forcing him just a little further away. But at a better angle. Dean gasps as he feels her knot start to swell, the pressure on the other side of pain. His insides tremble, preparing him for something he’s yet to experience. 

    “Cover your neck,” Jo husks out, canines flashing in the dark room as they grow. 

    Dean whines with something too close to protest, but he obliges, throwing his free hand over his naked throat, the last barrier between them.

    She speeds up only to suddenly stop, her knot snaps into place around the base of his shaft. She keens as she comes, nails digging into the back of Dean’s hand as he follows. “A-a-a-a-a, fuck, Jo!”

    “So good!” She pants, pulsing without end. Her knot is a second heart, wet and beating around him. He feels it when his pulse steadies to match hers and he comes again, forever grateful for the condom. The back and forth of her knot’s grip and the welcoming warmth of her body makes Dean see spots. Jo giggles as she catches her breath and Dean cups his neck tighter. 

    Scared at how bad he wants to let go and let her bite him.

    She scents his apprehension, so she loosens her hold on his fingers. Her thumb draws soothing circles on his palm until he looks at her. The mesmerizing yellow rings of her eyes make him freeze, the naturally skittish creature that he is. His omega nudges his brain back to safety; this is a trap of their own making. Jo feels him relax and she leans close to lick into his mouth.

She hums when he kisses her back, smirking.

“This is— this is something,” Dean’s voice scratches. He swallows and releases his neck. She feels the pull to claim, she salivates for it. But she doesn’t act, she breathes Dean in, his trust and euphoria help her focus and keep her human.

“You’re my first omega—- this is everything,” Jo whispers, staring at the side of Dean’s face, and not into his eyes.

Dean swallows again and wraps his arms around her as best he can. 

“Here, lets—.” They resituate, her leg bends beneath them as they fall to their sides. ‘That’s better,” Dean sighs.

Jo tongues her canines, fascinated by their temporary length. Meanwhile, Dean’s never been this hard, especially not after two orgasms, but that’s another benefit of Jo’s knot. It’s like it’s sucking the blood into his dick, drawing out the pleasure as long as she needs him. He imagines what she’s like in rut and Jo groans as his fresh arousal coats her tongue.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, biting her lips as she catches his blush.

“Huh? Oh, just— you know, stuff,” Dean bullshits terribly.

Jo nods and rolls her eyes. “Stuff—- right.”

He reaches up and tucks her hair behind her ear, his thumb sinks down and drags over her equally bare mating gland. “You are a real alpha, Jo. Best knot I’ve had in a very long time.”

Jo squirms at the praise, but even Dean can’t miss the hint of jealousy on the air.

“Thanks, Dean. I— I just need more practice and I’ll—,” Jo starts promising.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m serious— I mean if you want to keep practicing— I’m all yours—- but I just want you to know that this.” Dean drops his hand and fingers the tight ring of flesh holding him in place. “This is more than I could have hoped for—- I like being inside you.”

Jo’s brain stopped on the phrase ‘all yours’. Then the soft stroking of his calloused fingers drag her back to reality; blood covers her tongue as she bites her bottom lip.

She hums a growl, dragging her nose through the hair at his temple as Dean grazes her clit. She squeezes him impossibly tighter until he stops so they both can breathe.

“You did that on purpose,” Jo accuses.

“What? Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean teases, nuzzling her nose with his. 

“You’re just making it last longer, I hope you know that. The more blood flow down there, the longer you’re stuck with me,” Jo informs, like it is a punishment.

“Darn,” Dean laments and goes to touch her again, but she’s too fast and she snatches his wrist before he can make her come for a third time. They lock eyes and break into giggles. She hits him with his own hand and he pretends to be offended.

They fall into comfortable silence.

Jo balances her head in her free hand, elbow against the bed and looks down at Dean as his eyes start to flutter closed. He’s not asleep and they both know it. She wonders what it feels like for him, being empty and sated at the same time. She doesn’t ask, she just holds his hand to her heart and hopes this happens again.

“When’s your next heat? Maybe we could—-,” Jo thinks aloud.

“I’m on birth control, so I only get them every couple of months,” Dean explains. “But, uh, yeah, I’ll call you— or Sam will if I start to stink too much.”

Jo grins.

“What about you? When’s your next rut due?” Dean cocks one eye open, chin dipping in seriousness.

Jo starts to play with the bracelets on Dean’s wrist. “April and October, generally.”

“Well, that’s convenient,”  Dean says, waggling his eyebrows at the quickly approaching possibilities.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to mess up the job,” Jo asks firmly, not yet buying his playboy front for more than it is.

“I mean, I can’t guarantee anything— but if you need me. I’ll be here as soon as I can. I’m never one to turn down a sexy alpha in need,” Dean plays up the valiance of his offer.

Jo rolls her eyes and straightens her leg, her knot is softening and both of their hormones are dropping, leaving the rest of their muscles vulnerable to cramping. She groans as Dean starts to soften inside her and the used condom.

Dean shushes her with a deep kiss, meanwhile he spins them until Jo’s on her back. He rocks against her, enjoying the slowly returning range of motion. 

“God, alpha,” Dean husks out, even as his legs protest in pins and needles.

Jo sighs, hands rubbing up Dean’s strong arms, delighting in the cords of muscles as he comes loose of her depths. His head falls into the crook of her neck and he kisses her collar bone. “Guess I better clean up,” Dean says, even as he makes no effort to move.

Jo plays with his hair. “There’s a shower in the small bathroom down the hall, but you never know when Ash will be in there.”

“Knowing Ash, it can’t be THAT often,” Dean counters. They both laugh before falling back into a weighty quiet. 

Jo shifts and Dean’s only touching her by the tilt of his head. “Dean?”

He hums.

“Thank you. I know you didn’t want this, but thank you for—.”

Dean pulls back and places a hand over Jo’s mouth before she can finish. “You’re welcome. But more importantly—- THANK YOU. I mean it, Jo. That was amazing. You—- your alpha is fucking amazing. And I’m pretty sure my dick will have bruises in the morning. Which means—.”

He pulls his hand away to pet her hair.

“That I’m going to be thinking about your knot for days… maybe a week or two. It was that good. You hear me?”

Jo nods, words failing her. But the quiver of her bottom lip tells Dean more than anything. He sits up and scoops her up into his lap, dragging his nose over her scent gland until he feels the tears fall against his shoulder. He kisses her neck, tonguing the unmarred flesh until she releases it all.

He scents the rollercoaster of emotions as they drive through her. Dean holds her tighter.

He's stunned by this vulnerability, but he won’t stop trying to soothe her through it. His omega is always waiting in the background for moments like this, to protect and care in his own unique way. It’s times like these that he knows why Sammy is so good with the victims, even as a supersized alpha. Because Dean taught his little brother to be gentle without even meaning to.

Dean just never let himself be gentle to himself. He doubts Jo knows how to either.

Jo exhales and wipes away her tears, pulling up the covers with the other hand. Dean stands, cupping his dick and the drooping condom as he watches her get settled. “I’ll be right back.”

Jo nods again and curls onto her side, a kid tucking themselves in.

Dean grabs a fresh pair of shorts and a spare blanket from the dresser. He wraps it over his shoulders like a cape and makes his way to the communal bathroom. 

She’s asleep when he gets back, mouth open and body warm. He crawls over her and sinks beneath the sheets, curving against her as the little spoon. She recoils from the chill of his damp skin, but draws him tighter all the same. She throws a leg over his hip and chins over his head. Somehow, it’s comfortable. Somehow it is right. They both fall asleep.

    Ellen wakes them for breakfast the next morning. 

    The apartment above the bar is smaller than Dean imagined, but still homey. He is extra polite to his hostess, scared of offending the overprotective beta mother. Jo seems to find his kowtowing humorous, though and he just kicks her under the table. Sam shows up halfway into the meal, cautious  and nosy as ever.

    Dean wants to kick him too.

    There’s a hunt in Georgia, which means more than a day of driving. Dean silently thanks whatever God there is that Jo didn’t knot him with his toy, too. Dean polishes off his coffee and waits for Sam to finish his eggs.

    Jo is back to her earnest self, asking details about the haunting that Sam must have dug up the night before. Dean wants to live in this moment forever. Her dark eyes are shining and he can almost hear the gears turning in her head as she listens to Sam’s answers. But she’s too good for the hunting life. And he’s too far into it to leave now.

    Maybe, someday.

    First, he needs to tackle this salt and burn. Then he needs to find a way to save his brother.

    Easy peasy.

    Jo must have asked him something because everyone is looking at Dean expectantly. “Sorry?”

    She looks at him like he’s lucky he’s pretty— which he’s known for a long time. But if it ain’t broke… “Anyway, one of you will call when you’re settled? Keep us posted?”

    She drags Ellen in, making it less about them as a budding couple and more about the collective concern. It was like he could feel himself sliding out of her all over again, the finality of it. Dean gave the women his company smile. “Of course.”

    Deflector shields back on.

    Jo follows them down the back steps and into the parking lot. Dean puts on the charm and effectively gags his inner omega when Jo leans up for a hug. He rocks her playfully from side to side. 

    “Be safe,” she half-heartedly demands.

    Dean looks down his nose at her. “Always am.”

    They both know he’s lying. She nods and accepts the nonchalance. “Okay, but seriously, call me? Because I’m not gonna be a stalker alpha. Just—-- don’t be a stranger?”

    Dean softens. He kisses her quick, but grabs her ass before she can really savor it. She smacks his hand and giggles, falling back onto her heels.

    “I guess I better go,” Dean says simply. She steps back, releasing him. She pretends not to watch them go, they both look back at different times. He climbs into the car and checks the rearview. She’s hauling open the heavy door and he revs the engine, forcing her to watch as he peels out of the gravel lot. 

    She flips him off.