An Omega's Secret

When They Became One

Age 25

You rolled onto your back and gave up on sleeping. Opening your door, you stepped into the cool night, the chilly air tickling your skin and leaving you shivering. Sitting down on the cold concrete was just the grounding you needed. You closed your eyes before looking up into the black sky; the stars looked like holes poked into a velvet blanket. The moon casting its peaceful glow around you warmly. A door opened, and you knew it was him before you turned around to greet him with a shy smile. He sat down next to you on the concrete. He smelt strongly of the pages of your family's hunting journals; you could feel their worn texture between your fingers just being near him for a moment.

“Hey, Sam.” You said softly.

"Hi, Y/N." He whispered as if he was afraid to scare you. “You must be freezing.” He said, unzipping his hoodie and placing it over your shoulders. You almost moaned at the feeling of being surrounded by his scent. You felt yourself sink into the warm fabric, your core tightening. You looked up at him and felt your breath hitch in your throat at his beauty. He was staring back at you, his sincere eyes scanning your features. The way he was looking at you gave you the courage to ask him something that you had been wondering since the day you met him.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said, nerves making your voice shaky. He nodded, the moon's glow dancing in his sunset eyes beautifully. "Do you like being an alpha?" You asked intently. Watching his face go from scrunched to a soft and shy smile, a breath leaving his lips as he looked away. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, thinking before he answered.

“There are times when I like it, yes, but there are times when being a beta sounds appealing." He continued to look into the distance as he spoke. "Sometimes I feel like I am expected to be this emotionless robot that never shows weakness or fear, but living this life, there are times when I succumb to my emotions, and there are things that scare me. I often feel like I am out of control when my rage takes over…" He trailed off, his eyes lowering to the ground.

"I always thought Alphas were so sure of themselves." You said, half-joking. He laughed then, raising his eyebrows and nodding his head.

“They are supposed to be.” He picked at a string on his pants, almost as if he was embarrassed.

"I think the strongest Alphas are the ones who allow themselves some fragility, owning all emotions and allowing for a few weaknesses." You said quietly, afraid to look at him in the moment. He didn't answer, and you risked a glance up to see his reaction. He was staring at you with an amazed and heavy expression that told you he was shocked by your comment. A smile tugged at the left corner of his mouth, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip. You watched his throat work as he swallowed.

“I always thought the strongest of us were the Omegas." He said suddenly, and your heart dropped. Did he know?

“Why’s that?” You croaked, your mouth dry.

"Well, the first Omega actually originated from the Dire Wolf, the largest and strongest of the wolves." He said his knowledge of lore and…well….everything showing. "They were made to be a perfect balance to an Alpha. Their gentle and compassionate nature a harmony for the Alpha’s rough and primal instincts. Omegas are stronger because they allow the Alpha to think they are the strongest while quietly making the decisions and rules. They were the true creators." He said, his finger coming up to make his point. You stared at his profile, your eyes searching what you could see of his face for any indication that he knew your secret. He seemed to be just speaking from the heart. His face peaceful and calm, as if speaking about Omegas made him happy.

“I don’t think I have ever heard someone talk about them that way.” You said, feeling your body instinctively leaning forward. He looked at you and smiled, a full smile that showed his deep dimples.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, his voice hesitant. You couldn’t move, petrified of what he might say, but you had to know. You nodded your head.

“Why can’t I smell you?” He asked after taking a large gulp of air into his lungs. You stilled, your heart-stopping in your chest and eyes growing wider. A million thoughts raced through your mind. Nerves and apprehension swimming cold in your veins, chilling your skin even further. He deserved to know. He was your best friend. Your secret desire. You couldn't yet.

"Sam, I-." The motel room door opened, and Dean stepped out, his hair disheveled from sleep.

“Got a call from Bobby. Gotta go.” Dean said, around a yawn.

Three months later

The hunt was long. Longer than you had expected it to be. You were all exhausted and sore. All you wanted to do was climb in bed and sleep until you could take a deep breath without it hurting. Your heavy limbs carried you into your room, and you somehow managed to get through a shower—the water soothing your aching muscles. You fell face-first onto the bed, sleep taking you almost instantly.

Something awoke you, a forgotten and foreign sensation that stirred you into consciousness. You were hot. Overwhelmingly hot. You felt the sweat run down your back as you tried to move, pain coursing through you at the motion. Your hand flew to your stomach, and you gasped. Knowing exactly what this was. You were in heat. You flung your head back onto the pillow and let out a strangled sound. This was your first heat in years. Your entire body was pulsating. Waves of arousal washing over you, overtaking you in its primal call. You could smell your own slick, its heady and thick aroma filling the room quickly. There was a knock on the door, and you could smell him already. The heavy smell of the earth before a summer storm swam into your nose and a fresh wave of cramps twisted at your core, making your back arch into the sheets. You somehow managed to stand, opening the door to see his wild eyes drink you in like water. He was all Alpha now. His skin was coated in sweat as his chest heaved in large breaths.

“Mega.” He said, his voice low and husky. Your body tightened at his words, the Omega inside finally stirring fully to life. Her needs fully making themselves known in the presence of an Alpha. Your Alpha. You could feel her stretching into you, taking authority of your carefully conducted rouse. Control began to fall from your grasp as she awoke, eyes opening for the first time from within.

Sam lay in bed sleeping soundly after the long and exhausting hunt. He woke to a strange yet familiar feeling. His eyes opened, and a low groan left his lips, hips jutting into the mattress beneath him for friction. Lifting his head, he smelt it suddenly. The sweetest and purest scent he had ever experienced. He knew it was you before he could form a coherent thought, knew that you were waiting for him just beyond the walls barrier. You smelt of the apple orchards in autumn on a case years ago. How their sweet and fruity smell had washed over him as they drove the dirt roads in the waning sunlight. You smelt of earthy sage that surrounded him in its hazy smoke and embedded itself in his hair and clothes during rituals. He could almost taste the scent of warm honey, lazily falling off the spoon into a cup of tea. There were notes of flowers, the first flowers of spring, their unsure and new petals still holding onto the frost of winter. Sam felt your aroma invade him, engulf him completely. You were an Omega. The strong and deep trace of your slick pulled him from the bed, his Alpha waking under his skin, pleading to get to you.

You stumbled back, allowing him into your room, and closed the door. His muscles looked bigger, bulging with veins popping. He took a step towards you, and you instinctively took a step back.

"Ome-Y/N. I'm not going to hurt you." He said, reaching a hand out to you gently. He was allowing you the control. Suppressing his Alpha so your Omega could dictate the situation. You swallowed and stared into his awaiting grasp. This was Sam, your Sam, the man you had loved for years. The man who invaded your dreams and waking thoughts. The man who you considered your best friend. It was time; it was time to show him who you really were, who you always had been. You trusted him, trusted him with everything you had. You reached out to him and placed your hand into his, feeling his fingers curl around yours tenderly. The moment your skin touched his, you knew. You knew that you were his, and he was yours, forever. There was no way to deny it any longer. You could feel it in the pulse between your legs. Feel it in the tightening of your chest, how your heart pounded in your ears. Knew it in the way your cramps worsened. Your Omega purred into his touch, and you could see his Alpha breaking free from his chains.

“I always knew you were mine.” He growled before pulling you to him, wrapping you into his powerful arms tightly. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and needy. All teeth and tongue after years of repressed feelings and emotions. He tasted the way he smelt. Hot and earthy with juicy and sweet undertones. He tasted like home. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you against him, wrapping your legs around his waist. You couldn't stop the moans that fell out of you or the fresh wave of cramps that attacked your abdomen. You whimpered into his mouth, fingers pulling on his hair from the pain.

“Sam. Alpha. I-.” You mumbled, trying to tell him what you needed.

“It’s ok, ‘mega. I am going to take care of you." He reassured you, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady as he wiped the hair away from your sweaty forehead. “God, you smell so good.” He kissed you again, this time softer and calmer. Taking his time to really savor the taste of you completely. He walked over to the bed and laid you down, climbing over you and caging you in with his muscular forearms. The weight of him was driving you crazy, your abdomen cramping with fresh arousal. He kissed your jaw, moving down to your neck and chest, sucking and nipping. You ran your fingers through his hair and closed your eyes at the feeling, his tongue running over every mark made by his teeth. He ran his hands up your body, taking your shirt off in the process, and continued his assault on your skin, moving to your breasts. He took his time kissing every inch of your breast before finally arriving at your n****e. Your walls clenched around nothing as his hot tongue flicked at it a few times. His hand coming up to twist your other n****e between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned loudly, rolling your hips against his, feeling the goosebumps prickling your oversensitive skin.

“Sam.” You said, arching your back into him further. He moaned around you, fully taking your n****e into his hot mouth.

"I got you, my perfect 'mega." He mumbled against your flesh, making his way further down your body with open-mouthed kisses. His fingers hooked into your pajama pants, and he began to strip you slowly. He caught the scent from your slick, and his Alpha fully emerged, tearing your pants down your legs with force. You could see the change in his eyes, feel it in the way his muscles bulged. He buried his face in between your legs, not taking the time to let you adjust. His tongue lapping at you as if you were his last meal. He moaned into you, sending vibrations throughout your body. You bit your lip to keep from screaming at the intense pleasure coursing through your veins quickly. He flattened his tongue against your c**t, licking at it before moving down to your opening. Entering you, he let out a primal sound of need.

"f**k, baby, I knew you smelt good, but you taste even better. Can't wait to get this pretty p***y around me, so soft and warm and wet for me, for your Alpha." He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you down while he continued to devour you. All you could do was moan and whimper under him as he brought you higher and higher until you thought you were going to burst. Your skin was flush with sweat, heart-pounding, and breath heaving as you finally came, legs shaking and back arching. Sam worked you through it, his slow and steady movements bringing you back down to earth. You wiped at your sweaty forehead and swallowed thickly. Your cramps had subsided, but you knew it was only a temporary fix.

“Alpha, please. I need your knot.” You said, running your fingertips over Sam’s cheek.

“I could never say no to you.” He answered as he climbed up your body and kissed you passionately. You tasted yourself on his lips, and that made a fresh wave of cramps brew again, right below your belly button. You pushed on his chest lightly, rolling the two of you until he was on his back and you straddled his hips. Rubbing your wet and pulsing core over his c**k made you feel strong and powerful , watching his face twist in ecstasy. His fingers grabbed your hips so tight you knew there would be bruises. You leaned forward and captured his lips again, sliding your tongue across his passionately. Moving your lips to his jaw and further down, you licked a stripe up his neck, feeling his pulse under your tongue.

“The things you do to me, ‘mega.” He whispered, pulling your head back to look you in the eyes. He wrapped himself around you, rolling you off him and laying on his side and taking you with him, pulling your back against his chest and lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. You both let out guttural and low moans at the feeling.

“You feel so good, baby. I could drown in you.” He whispered in your ear, his fingers squeezing at your flesh. He was bigger than any man you had been with before, his impressive c**k hitting all your sweet spots and some you didn’t even know you had. The drag of his thick length against your walls was quickly bringing you to another o****m. You flung your head back against his shoulder, feeling his heavy panting tickling your neck. He bit your earlobe playfully, sucking on it before moving onto your shoulder. He nipped at you, pulling your skin between his teeth only to lick the pain away.

“Claim me.” You said around a moan, surprising yourself at your aching need. Sam’s thrusts became faster and harder, his hips snapping into yours forcefully.

"My 'mega." He said as he began to lose control. You could feel his skin get hotter. Feel the way his arms clenched around you as your walls fluttered. His breath became jagged, and his moans got louder, their sound bouncing off the walls. A feeling you had never felt before was starting to make itself known in your lower abdomen. A carnal and tingling feeling that made your blood run hot and your eyes roll back in your head. It spread through you, and before you knew what was happening, Sam's teeth sank into the crook between your neck and shoulder, the searing pain only adding to the pleasure. Something between a moan and a gasp left your throat, your body shuddering as Sam's knot popped inside you, the pressure of it making you finally fall off the edge. Your o****m consuming you and him, a growl of primitive release leaving his lips as he licked your claim mark.

You stayed like that for a while, his knot holding the two of you together tightly. Your panting breaths calming and heartbeats slowing, the world settling around you both. Your mind swam with questions that wanted answers, but your heart tamed them with love for your Alpha. His mouth still moving over your mark, his hands holding you closely against him, hips still rocking into you slowly.

“I love you.” You said softly, letting the words hang in the air. You felt him stiffen and then fully relax again, pushing his knot into you even more.

“I love you too, Y/N, my Omega.” He said, nuzzling his nose into your claim mark.

And so it was. You finally accepted your role as an Omega, a true leader and partner to your Alpha.