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Dean's nostrils flatter as he breathes in. The unfamiliar scent fills his nose and he closes his eyes, frozen standing in front of his front door, keys in hand.
The scent is sweet, like honey and roses combined, and Dean feels his body react.
An omega.
He opens his eyes again and looks around. The scent is too strong to belong to his neighbours. Also, Mrs Novak is mated so he should not be able to smell her even if she is in heat.
He looks at the other house, next to his. Winchester's house.
Dean shakes his head. John is a beta, he has literally no scent. And his son hasn't presented yet as anythi- oh.
Dean breathes in again. Of course. Scent this strong can belong only to an omega who is in heat or who just turned ito an omega.
Little Sammy Winchester is an omega.
Dean has to admit, his scent is overwhelming. And Dean's body reacts to it as to anything else before. His natural instinct tells him to run over to Winchester's and fuck little Sammy sensless until his knot pops up.
But he has enough self control to finally unlock the door and walk into his house.
Once he's inside, he leans against the wall and sighs. He can literally hear his mom's voice in his head. "Dean, dear, of course your body reacted the way it did. You're an alpha, still not mated. Your body is craving an omega."
And Dean knows it's true. He just doesn't need anyone. If he wants sex, he finds himself a cute beta and moves on. He needs to focus on his career, not on mating an omega.
And yes, he also knows that at his age, he should have been mated but what's wrong with being thirty and single?
He takes off his coat and hangs it by the door. The house is quiet, just his fridge silently humming in the dark of his kitchen. He yawns, opening the said fridge and reaches inside. Leftover chicken that his mom made for him.
Good enough. He warms it up in the microwave and eat it in no time.
He still has some work to do.
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Sam inhales sharply and John sighs again, looking over his shoulder at the door.
"Should I leave, Sam?"
"Please, dad." Sam whispers and coughs. "I can deal with that."
John smiles softly and stands up. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything." With that he walks out.
Sam waits until he can't hear dad's steps anymore and then groans. Of course he can deal with this. He's been studying for this. All scenarios possible. Turning into an alpha? Sam knows what he'd do. Beta? The same. Omega? The same.
Yet,he feels so helpless right now.
His whole body screams 'help' and he's craving something he doesn't even recognize.
He inhales again and looks down at his body, all red and warm with fever. Then it hits him, like a truck, and he looks at the open window. He carefully stands up, his legs are still all wobbly. Slowly walking to the window, the smell intensifies. He leans against the cool glass and looks out. He staring right at Mr Smith's open window. He's sitting inside that room, probably an office, furiously typing something on his laptop.
Sam studies Dean's features. Perfect nose shape, beautifully shaped lips. Amazingly green big eyes. Dark blond hair, perfectly styled up.
And god, that scent.
Sam feels the slick running down his inner thighs and he moans. Dean's scent is everything he can think of. It's surrounding him and he wants it on him. So everyone knows who he belongs to.
Sam moans again and puts his hand down his boxers, jerking off to Dean's alpha scent.
He falls asleep right after, half sitting by the window and finally feeling better and relaxed.
Few hours later, he's awakened by a knock on his door.
"Sam? Can I come in?"
"A minute, dad!" Sam yells, getting up and hopping on the bed, covering himself with a blanket.
"Come in!"
John slowly peaks in and smiles at his son. "Feeling better?"
Sam nods.
"Great.. Look Sammy, my boss called.."
"You don't to have to stay here with me." Sam assured him.
"That's not the problem." John frowns. "He wants me to leave for a week."
Sam blinks twice but says nothing. John continues. "Could you ask Dean if he could look after you during that week?"
Sam swallows. "Uhm.. Okay?"
"I would ask him myself but I gotta leave."
Sam smiles abd assures John that it's okay. Few minutes later, he's gone and Sam's home alone.
He thinks about Dean and what the hell is he supposed to say?
He doesn't have much time to think because few minutes later, the bell rings. Ge quickly runs down the stairs just to be met with Dean behind the door.
"Oh. Hi Sammy. Is your dad home?"
Sam's mouth goes dry. "Uhm.. No he's gone. For a week. He wants you to take care of me."
Dean laughs when he notices Sam's red cheeks. "Okay?"
"I'm sorry." Sam breathes out. "He wanted me to ask you if you would mind looking after me this week. But i don't need a babysitter so it's fine if you can't or don't want to."
Dean reaches down to Sam's face and caresses his cheek, Sam almost melts right there. "It's okay. John's my friend. I'd love to help him."
"Thanks." Sam whispers and Dean chuckles.
"Alright then. Pack your stuff, you're staying with me this week, baby boy."
Sam may or may not see the sparkle in Dean's eyes when he called him that.