An Omega's Secret

Age 16 Sweat covered every inch of your body as you stumbled through the halls of your house. Labored breaths pulled into your tightening lungs as you grabbed the walls for support. Your stomach rolled again, and your face pulled together in a tight pinch at the pain, rolls of agony ran down your spine. You needed to cool down; you needed to cool down and fast. Your slippery hands turned the nob of the shower, the water pouring out the head. You didn't even bother to take your clothes off before getting in the freezing shower. You leaned your head against the wall and let the water wash over your body, feeling your skin prickle at the drastic temperature difference. You felt the slick before you saw it, felt the heat of it running down your legs. You quickly stripped out of your clothes and touched yourself, pulling your hand away to see the evidence of your presentation. Your worst fear had come true. You were an Omega. Your eyes closed as you sank onto the shower floor, the spraying water causing your hair to stick to your face and cheeks. How did this happen? How did you become an Omega? The pain in your stomach made itself known again, and you coiled into yourself, arms wrapping around your waist. Tears fell from your eyes, their salty taste filling your mouth and falling off your chin. You pressed your palms into your eyes, willing down the emotional storm that paraded through your veins. “No.” You whispered softly, your voice quiet and meek sounding. Omegas were weak. They were submissive victims to a primal hierarchy that kept them needy and repressed. You didn’t want to live your life for an Alphas need.  How could you call yourself strong when everything about your new presentation told you how weak you were? How could you expect anyone to see you for you when you no longer knew who you were? You watched the swirling water in the drain, its twisting action making your mind numb. You sat there until you felt your teeth clattering and your hands shaking from the freezing water. The ache still sat in your lower abdomen, and you shuttered at the thought of living like this, a slave to your most carnal desires. You wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way back to your room, curling into a ball on your bed and trying to will the pain away. Age 18 Hunting was a way of life for you, the only thing you had known. You were raised into this, generations of knowledge passed to you through stories and legends. Your days spent reading lore books and your family journals. Their pages are worn from your constant examination and study. You could fight with the best of them, agile and quick in your strides. You didn't want anyone to know that you were an Omega. Afraid to show them any weakness that could be used against you or looked down upon. You took your suppressants, taking away your natural cycles and heats. You covered yourself in herbs and swallowed countless pills to mask your scent. All of this keeping others at bay but doing nothing for your urges. Every month you would suffer through waves of restless energy, the aching need sitting below your belly button. A constant reminder of the part of yourself you desperately tried to hide. You buried yourself in hunting. Killing and burning whatever you could, feeling your soul retreat further into yourself with every shot of your gun. Age 20 You pulled into the yard on a warm summer day; the gentle breeze passed through the trees as you stepped out of the car. The sun hit your face, making you close your eyes and tilt your head up to the bright blue sky. “Is that my Y/N?” A booming voice rang out from the house. You turned towards him and smiled, walking quickly towards him. “Uncle Bobby.” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck to give him a loving hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, his beard tickling your neck and shoulder. His beta scent was welcoming and familiar. Old and worn leather, tobacco plants moving in the breeze high in the mountains, and the clean chill of snowfall. His natural smell was somewhat masked by alcohol and motor oil. "Come on in, I was just finishing reading the lore book you need." He said with a flick of his head towards the house. The sound of a loud engine made you jump slightly; you looked for the sound source and saw an impala pulling into the yard. The sunlight bouncing off its shiny black paint. Classic rock blasting from the speakers as the car came to a stop, dust blowing behind it. One door opened, and he stepped out of the passenger seat. His eyes squinted against the brightness of the outdoors, his lips pulling into a tight line as he looked around for Bobby. The wind caught his hair, blowing it away from his defined jaw, his large hand coming up to tuck it behind his ear. You picked up on his scent almost instantly. You closed your eyes at the feeling building from within you at his presence. He smelt of the yellowing pages of your family's hunting journals, fresh orange peel pulled away from a perfectly ripe and sweet orange, the tall pine trees that stood proud in your grandparent's yard, and the heavy and humid smell of the earth before a summer storm. He was a stranger and yet somehow familiar. He smelt hot and warm, a contrast to the goosebumps that coated your skin. He was all Alpha. A strong, firm, and powerful Alpha. Your mouth began to salivate at his scent. You rubbed your thighs together and quickly swallowed down your drool before it fell out of your mouth embarrassingly. The other door creaked open, and another man got out of the car. He was also an Alpha; you could smell that instantly. He smelt of fresh gunpowder after a successful hunt, old oak whiskey barrels hidden in the darkness of a chilled basement, cedar trees that stood tall and strong against the harshness of mother nature, and a warm woolen blanket on a crisp fall evening. They walked over to you and Bobby, their eyes dancing over you with curiosity. They stood in front of you, and you could make out their features more defined now. They were both handsome, chiseled features with long limbs and broad shoulders. The shorter one gave you a crooked smile showing perfectly white and straight teeth. The taller one was quiet, but you could feel the strength that lay under the surface of his skin. He had eyes that you couldn't define as one color, their bluish-green, a backdrop to the startling display of gold and orange shimmering within them, like a sunset over the ocean's horizon on a clear summer's day. His brown locks arrested the setting sun, showing highlights of reds and blonds falling within them gracefully. He looked down at you, his nose curling at your lack of smell. "Y/N, this is Dean and Sam. Boys, this is Y/N." Bobby introduced you; his voice was proud as he spoke their names. You gave them a tight smile, feeling small under their gazes. "Nice to meet you, Y/N," Sam said, and you hated the way your stomach dropped at the way his voice rounded out your name, how it echoed within your mind. When he was close to you, the smell of pine seemed to be stronger. Your mind went to the tall and enduring evergreens that stood ageless in the whipping winds or heavy snowfall. Their branches reaching towards the sky as if asking for the best mother nature had to offer. You couldn't stop the feeling inside you, the desperation creeping down your spine. It's aching and wanting need growing like roots through your core and outward to your whole being. You hated this feeling. Hated how your heart bent to him regardless of your mind's will. "Well, come on then. Y/N needs her lore book." Bobby said, waving his hand over his shoulder as he walked toward the house. You all followed behind him, walking in awkward silence. “So, Y/N…” Dean broke the tension. “How do you know Bobby?” He asked, his face leaning closer to yours as he spoke. You glanced up at him, seeing the spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. "I come from a long line of hunters. I’ve known Uncle Bobby my whole life." You answered, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jeans. "What about you guys?" You asked, keeping your head forward, so you didn't look into those everchanging eyes of Sam's again. “Our dad was a hunter; we grew up in the life too," Sam answered, his voice gentle and calm. You nodded your head and bit down on your lower lip. When he spoke, you felt your body pulled towards him, as if an invisible magnetic force was anchoring the two of you together somehow. You could tell he felt it too. How his scent grew stronger when near you, his presentation rolling off him in pulsing waves. The three of you spent hours together that day, reading books and swapping stories. You settled into a familiar routine with them easily. They were fun and easy to talk to. Their stories were the expected yet heartbreaking tales of a hunter's life mixed with the underlying humor of life on the road with your sibling. Dean was a typical Alpha in many ways. His cocky and self-assured personality made him a bit of a flirt, and you suspected his charms had worked on pretty much whoever he wanted. He was dominant and aggressive towards monsters and creatures. However, there was an underlying aspect of Dean that was interesting, to say the least. There was a protective nature that lay deep within his soul. He wanted to save people. That was where he found his purpose, and you respected that about him immediately. Regardless of his flirtations or his presumptuous nature, you found yourself bonding with him and finding an easy friendship. Sam was a different story. He was nothing like any alpha you had ever met. He was quiet and forgiving. You could feel his gentle nature that fought against his presentation's more animalistic traits—a perfect mix of strong yet serene. There was power there, so much determination and perseverance to do the right thing. He was incredibly intelligent; you could tell in the way he would rattle off information about lore quickly and with ease. He didn't flirt with you, but you caught him staring a few times. His eyes calmly resting upon you with a furrowed brow, as if he was trying to read your mind. You caught yourself staring, too, not just because of how attractive you found him, but because of how physically and emotionally drawn to him you were. You didn't allow yourself to touch him, petrified of how the omega lying in wait may respond to such an Alpha. You exchanged numbers and told each other you would have to meet up again soon. Little did you know just how soon that would be. One week later Your cellphone buzzed angrily against the nightstand, jolting you awake. Your hand slapped the wood a few times before landing on your phone and pressing it to your ear, not even looking at the caller. “Whoever this is, I hate you.” You mumbled into the phone. A low chuckle greeted you on the other end. “Kid. Where are you?” Dean’s voice asked. “Montana.” You answered, picking your head up and yawning. “Great, we’re in Wyoming and could use some help on a case.” There was some rustling of papers and a long pause before he continued. “Rocky Mountain Motel in Rock Springs. Room 134.” He said. “Dean…” You began to say that you couldn’t. "Look, Y/N, we got a big demon problem here, and we could use all the help we can find." He said dominantly. You rubbed your face with your hand, closing your eyes and letting out a breath. “Ok, see you soon.” You said. “ASAP.” He said and hung up, leaving you speechless for a moment. You pulled the phone away from your ear and looked at the screen. “Alphas.” You muttered around a groan. Rolling your eyes, you climbed out of bed and got yourself ready for the drive. You made it to their motel in about eight hours. You climbed out of the car and stretched your sore and stiff muscles before knocking on their door. They both greeted you with wide smiles and “thanks for coming’s”. The room smelt like both of them combined, and it made your stomach flip. You cleared your throat, nervously rubbing your arm. “So, what's up?” You asked them. “Demons, don’t know how many yet, but we gotta clear them out," Dean answered, leaning against the table with open palms. “We tracked them to an abandoned warehouse." Sam said, taking a seat at the table, making it look comically small. He smelt heavily of orange peel today, your body responding to its intoxicating aroma. He looked you over with interest; you saw him lean toward you as if trying to catch your scent. You sent out a 'thank you’ for suppressants and herbs to mask your true nature. "So, devil traps and exorcisms?" You asked, leaning on one hip. Dean winked and pointed at you, making a clicking sound with his mouth. The hunt was successful but disgusting. You all needed a shower when you got back to the motel. You got your own room next to the boys, knowing you couldn't lay next to them in the night. After your showers, you shared pizza and beer, laughing together about anything and everything. They were easy to be around, but with every passing glance from Sam, you felt the Omega inside you purring desperately. On the hunt, you had seen his Alpha come out in force. His physical strength overpowering the demons promptly and easily. He was quick on his feet and in wit. His mind working quickly through any issue presented. His chest heaving with each kill, massive hands wrapped around his knife and gun. You couldn't stop the feelings he aroused in you, the feelings of desire coursing through you with every glance of his power. The night wrapped with “goodnights” and lingering smiles. You made your way back to your room and tried to relax, but you couldn't stop thinking about him and the way he made you feel. You had been drawn to Alphas in the past, their scents making you quiver and salivate, but this was different. You weren't just drawn to him biologically; it was more than that. You just weren't sure how much more yet. And so it became. You would call each other for help with hunts or questions about lore. The boys grew to be family to you and you to them in return. All shyness fading as the months turned into years, growing into a comfortable and welcome relationship. Dean was like a big brother to you, his protective nature making you feel safe. However, you did enjoy watching him struggle to contain himself when you rebelled. Sam was your best friend, at least that’s what you told yourself to mask your true feelings. Friends don’t lay on the hard earth on a fall evening and glance at the stars, telling each other the things they can’t say to anyone else. They don’t smile to themselves when someone mentions your name, letting the sound ring in their ears. They don’t have unspoken words, unsung songs swallowed by their aching secrets. You ached for him, desperately wanting him in your lonely motel rooms. Their stained walls and decaying carpets could hold your secrets as your Omega begged you for him in the darkest hours of the night. Her purring anguish a constant need deep within your gut. You could tell Sam felt it too. The way his eyes lingered on you longer than necessary. Or how he would find excuses to touch you, leaving his skin against yours for a beat. Dean greeted you with a kiss on the cheek or forehead, a simple but loving gesture that made you feel safe. Sam wrapped you into him, making you part of him for a moment. He buried his nose in the top of your head in hopes that he could finally scent you, and every time it hurt you to disappoint him so. His hugs were overwhelming. How his smell invaded you, drowning you in its rousing familiarity. How his fingers would press into your skin, biceps flexing as he held you tightly. You were completely and utterly in love with him but knew you couldn't have him no matter how much you wanted to. You couldn't tell him how weak you really were, how submissive you were supposed to be. He thought you were strong and smart, he had told you many times before, and you knew this would change his opinion. Knew that when he found out that you were an Omega, his Alpha would take over, and it would forever change your relationship. You stayed like this for a while. Secretly yearning for him and keeping your most secret part of yourself under control and suppressed. Or so you thought.