Can’t Tie Me Down – Ch 3 / 6

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader 
Rating: 18+
Tags: Omegaverse, prostitution, dub con (medical necessity), Y/N OOC, Sam and John being douches about Omegas, thigh riding, making out, heavy petting, praise kink
Word Count: 3.8k

Hey Y/N, it’s Dean. Uh, Winchester. Listen, I know you usually call me to book but I thought I’d just um, I’d call you this time. So, yeah uh, if you want to meet up again next month uh, call me back?

Beep.

Hey, it’s Dean. Um, ignore that last message. It was lame and it was kind of a lie. I didn’t call you to book for next month, I called to ask if you wanted to get coffee sometime? Or even a drink? I don’t know, so um, yeah, give me a call, I guess. Bye Y/N. 

Beep.

Hey Y/N, it’s Dean. Again. Uh, sorry if my last message freaked you out. You don’t have to go out with me. I probably crossed a line I shouldn’t have. But um, look, I know this is usually about the time of the month we see each other and I just wanted to check in and see if you were okay? If you uh, still need some help this week just give me a call, yeah? Hope you’re good. 

Beep.

Y/N was doubled over in pain, cramps roiling in her belly. It was infuriating, and embarrassing, and unbelievably unfair that listening to these messages play back through the speaker on her phone was the only thing that was really helping the pain to subside. 

She’d wanted to start taking suppressants again the second after Dean left. She didn’t want to let whatever had started to come over them go any further. She couldn’t let it. But Dr. Weber had refused to issue a prescription to her; she’d said it was too dangerous to override her heats in this state, that the pills might even send her body into some kind of toxic shock. So now Y/N was here, in heat and without an Alpha in sight. 

If she had even let herself contemplate calling Dean again to book their usual time for this month, that train of thought would have been cut off the moment he asked her out. That was too far; too close to Dean actually being her Alpha. So she’d ignored his messages – but she hadn’t deleted them. Something had told her that she shouldn’t just delete them outright and forget about him; now she was fighting the swirl of relief and bitterness inside her as a result. She was glad she had the recordings, because Dean’s voice was helping a little to soothe the sting of her heat and the gut wrenching cramps that were surging through her, but she was angry at her body for its reaction to the sound of the Alpha. She hated that this physiological programming kept finding ways to pull her back under its control. 

So no matter how much pain Y/N was in, no matter how much her every instinct was reaching out for Dean, kicking and screaming inside her and telling her to call him, she wouldn’t do it. 

Y/N had taken a few extra days of leave after her last cycle to rest and recover once the pain had subsided. It had been hard, going through that alone, but not impossible; and that’s what Y/N was clinging to now. She didn’t want to go through that every month, but she wanted an Alpha even less. She could do it. If this was as bad as it got, she could handle that. 

When Y/N got back to work, people seemed to be treating her differently. It was like she gave off an aura that prevented people from getting too physically close. Everyone hung back around her, not stepping up to shake hands or give comradical pats on the back. Even cups of coffee were set down kind of near her, instead of handed straight over like they always had been before. 

The not-so-secret looks of pity were the worst. At first Y/N didn’t know what was wrong, she could just tell something was off. Then she caught Brent looking at her over the break table in the lounge like she was some poor, pathetic puppy that had wandered off and gotten lost; there was sugary sympathy and sadness, but also a clear desire to take the puppy home and keep it for himself. Then, one by one, Y/N caught the other Alphas on her floor looking at her the exact same way – even some of the Betas. And the stares she got from the other Omegas had to be the worst of all of them. 

The Omegas were all looking at Y/N with far too much understanding, silent solidarity but tinged with the wistful encouragement that it would all get better one day – as soon as she’d found her Alpha. 

But why couldn’t things get better without an Alpha? Why did she have to sacrifice her autonomy over her body, over herself, in order to not be crippled by an absurd biological urge on a monthly basis? Why couldn’t Omegas live the lives they wanted to live, and not the ones that Alphas wanted them to lead? 

Her anger bubbled hotter every day. 

The next week, everyone in the office was freaking out because the Congresswoman was going to be back home for the next month, instead of in the Washington office. Y/N hadn’t actually met her yet, since she’d begun working for the public policy team, but she’d seen her speak a few times during the campaign and she had liked her. Congresswoman Charlie Bradbury was an Alpha, Y/N remembered, but she spoke forcefully about the issue of Omega rights in the workplace and under healthcare regulations, and even advocated public funding for research into neutralisation. 

That had been the big selling point for Y/N. The science wasn’t there yet, and it might not even get close in her lifetime, but if she could contribute to something that meant Omegas wouldn’t have to suffer through their heats if they didn’t want to, she was going to do everything she could to help. The perk of paid time off for anyone who was too incapacitated to work during their cycle was also a huge bonus – most places weren’t so lenient but the Congresswoman believed in being the change you wanted to see in the world. 

All the bustle and stress in the office was starting to give Y/N a headache, so she popped some painkillers back with the last dregs of her coffee before pouring a fresh cup. The moment she turned around with the full, warm mug in her hands, the Congresswoman pushed through the big glass doors at the other end of the office. A wave of nerves crashed over Y/N the second she saw her, and she felt herself heat up and start to sweat. She had to make a good impression on this woman – people were already saying she might be president one day down the line. 

“What smells amazing?” was the first question out of the Congresswoman’s mouth. Her eyes swept the room and landed on Y/N by the coffee pot, fresh mug in her hand. “Bingo,” she clicked her fingers and pointed at Y/N. “There any more of that around here?” 

“Oh uh, yes, ma’am, here,” Y/N stammered, nerves in a jumble, trying to point at the coffee with her shoulder, which she realised too late wasn’t going to work. It just looked like she had some sort of odd nervous tick. 

“Awesome!” The Congresswoman smiled widely and marched over to the coffee machine, brushing right past Y/N in her quest for a mug. Y/N spun towards her, not knowing why she felt like she needed to keep her attention on her boss but feeling strange ignoring her as well. She must have turned too quickly because she felt dizzy for a moment, and had to lean against the counter to steady herself. “Are you alright?” Charlie touched her shoulder when she noticed Y/N’s far off expression. 

“What?” Y/N blinked, a shiver running through her as Charlie withdrew her hand. “Yeah, sorry, um, we have a meeting to talk through the funding proposal for the research initiative if you want to do that now?” 

“Oh! That’s you? Perfect, let’s go to my office then,” Charlie picks up her mug and sets off but then stops and turns back to Y/N. “Um, where is my office?” Charlie turned back to ask. Y/N laughed, and felt a bit more at ease but for some reason she still felt hot and nervous. 

“Here, I’ll show you.” Y/N pointed the way and led Charlie into the room at the end of the hall. 

When they were closed into the little office, Y/N sat at the chair in front of the desk and looked down to sort out the papers in her lap. When she looked back up Charlie was right next to her, leant against the front of the desk, coffee cup cradled between her hands. 

“Right, show me what we’ve got so far,” Charlie looked down at Y/N expectantly. 

“Yeah so, I have the draft proposal here,” Y/N handed over a copy and felt a rush of tension shoot down her arm where her elbow bumped into Charlie’s. Her throat tightened and it felt like her whole chest was restricting as she kept trying to force words out. “We’ve started off asking for two fifty, assuming they’ll slash everything in committee. We can probably get things set up with a hundred and build from there if we have to.” 

“Million, yeah?” Charlie checked absentmindedly, flipping through the packet. 

“Yeah,” Y/N hissed, a roll of pain running through her gut right when she went to answer. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Charlie asked again, setting down her papers and coffee and focusing intently on Y/N. 

“Ye–” Y/N broke off in a conflicted moan when Charlie pressed her hand on her forehead, pain was surging through her core, but the feel of skin against skin was pleasant. Still, underneath everything it didn’t feel right, didn’t feel like what she needed. 

“No, you’re not okay, you’re in heat,” it dawned on Charlie, and she quickly withdrew her hand and rushed around her desk to root through her bag. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Charlie pop a tablet into her mouth and swallow it down. “Okay, let’s get you home,” Charlie went to usher her out of her chair but Y/N tried to stay put. 

“I’m fine, it’s not– I just had mine, it’s not time,” Y/N complained, but she couldn’t focus on Charlie to look her in the eyes while she was speaking because everything in her vision was swimming. A flash of pain clenched her stomach and she doubled over in her chair, clutching her briefing papers to her chest. It must have painted a pathetic picture. 

“C’mon, I’m taking you home,” Charlie hoisted her out of the office and pushed her out to the car, and Y/N had run out of fight. She gave Charlie her address and curled up in the passenger seat, and then she was being eased out of the car and up the stairs to her apartment. 

When they were inside, Charlie settled Y/N onto the couch. She crouched down and brushed the stray hairs off Y/N’s face, her kind, blue eyes staring deeply into Y/N’s pained ones. 

“Can I help?” Charlie asked cautiously, and laid a hand on Y/N’s neck. Y/N shook her head regretfully. Charlie was nice, and sure she was cute, but she wasn’t what Y/N needed right now. “Do you have anyone I can call instead?” Charlie wasn’t the least bit phased by Y/N’s rejection. 

Y/N started to shake her head but then another cramp seized her and she felt like she wanted to scream with the pain. She couldn’t do this. 

“Dean,” Y/N whimpered reluctantly, not looking Charlie in the eye, like that would somehow make it more real. “Call Dean.” 

“Okay, Dean it is,” Charlie got up and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. “Number?” 

“Fridge,” Y/N jerked her head towards the kitchen where Dean’s card was tacked to the fridge door. Charlie moved out of her line of sight, and Y/N heard her start to speak, asking for Dean, but she didn’t listen closely to the conversation, too distracted by the bubbling, stabbing pains in her belly. She absently found herself wondering if this is what childbirth felt like. 

Y/N must have dropped off, because the sound of a knock on the apartment door suddenly jerked her awake, and she looked around, startled. As soon as she was conscious again the pain returned, and she was just considering how she would possibly get up to answer the door when Charlie walked past her to open it. 

“Sam?” Charlie asked when she opened it. Sam? Y/N wondered to herself. Who was Sam? She couldn’t see around Charlie from her place on the couch. 

“Yeah, that’s me,” a deep, gentle voice answered from out of sight. 

“Thank god, she’s getting worse I think,” Y/N overheard Charlie’s sigh of relief. 

“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” the man’s voice, Sam, replied. “I spoke with Dean on my way over, he told me they didn’t meet last month. He just figured she’d found another Alpha in the meantime.” 

“Okay, now you’re here I should get back to the office,” Charlie walked back over to the couch and put herself in Y/N’s view. “Y/N?” she pulled her face up out of her hands. Y/N blinked up at her boss tearily. “Sam Winchester is here, he’s going to help you out until you feel better, okay?” 

Y/N nodded weakly and she twisted to watch Charlie leave, but her eyes landed on Sam and she was transfixed. The Alpha was big, taller than Dean, broader in the shoulders and God, his hands. Y/N felt herself clench, and this time it wasn’t a cramp. She needed this Alpha – inside her, fucking her, taking care of her – and she needed him now. Conscious thought was fading more and more by the second. 

Cautiously, Sam approached Y/N where she was still curled up on the couch, hand held out in front of him like he was offering it to a puppy to sniff. 

“Hey there,” he crouched down, bringing his mass right in front of her and my God he smelled fucking delicious. “I’m Sam,” he reached out and brushed Y/N’s hair behind her ear and instinctively she leant into the touch. “Good girl,” Sam murmured softly as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Good little Omega, aren’t you?” 

If she was in her right mind, Y/N would have fought him. Cursed him, spit in his face, something. She wasn’t a ‘good little Omega’, and she never cared to be. But right now the praise sang through her and lifted the pain singing through her body to something bright and pleasant. Right now, she needed to be good for the Alpha, so he would give her what she so desperately wanted. 

Y/N keened, leaning forward to bury her head in Sam’s shoulder to scent him. “Alpha,” she breathed heavily and nuzzled into his body, and Sam reached out and wrapped his arms around her. 

“Hey sweetheart,” Sam cooed and kissed her gently on the top of her head. “I don’t know what Dean was talkin’ about. You’re not difficult are you?” Y/N shook her head vigorously in protest. “No, you’re gonna be so good for me, huh baby girl?” 

“Need you Alpha,” Y/N whined, nodding. 

“I know baby, c’mon, I gotcha.” Sam scooped Y/N into his arms effortlessly and carried her through to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed, and set to work undressing her. Sam’s hands felt warm and sure against her body, and the rough pads of his fingers teasing along her skin sent shivers coursing through her and slick leaking into her panties. 

When Sam got her down to her underwear he stepped back briefly to discard his own clothing as quickly as he could, then climbed onto the bed with her. Y/N grabbed for him, pulling Sam down on top of her and attacking his mouth. Sam didn’t fight her, but happily cradled Y/N’s body beneath his. She arched under him, trying to rub her centre against whatever was in reach, which happened to be Sam’s groin. 

“Shit,” Sam groaned as Y/N tried to get herself off against him. He must have been able to feel her soaking through the thin material of her panties, because she could feel it plastered sloppily to her skin. “Needy little thing, aren’t you baby?” Y/N could hear the grinning approval in Sam’s voice even though she couldn’t see him smiling. She buried her face against his shoulder and breathed him in. He smelled so incredible and sexy, it brought a small sob to her lips. 

“Alpha,” Y/N whimpered desperately. All they were doing was making out and grinding but with the tug of her panties against her clit with every roll of their hips, she was already so, so close. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby,” Sam grunted, and he shifted their legs so his thigh was between hers, pressing right where she needed it. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you sweetheart? I can smell it,” Sam dipped his head to her neck and scraped his teeth over her mating vein lightly. Y/N keened at the unexpected ripple of pleasure that shot through her and bucked up hard into Sam’s thigh. “C’mon Omega, cum for me, you can do it baby,” Sam growled against her. 

“Oh, oh my god, I– I’m cumming, I’m–“ Y/N’s words were barely intelligible. 

“Good girl, Y/N, good Omega,” Sam crooned, dropping kisses against her neck, lips brushing softly over her pulse point, her mating vein. She gave a low, keening whine and craned her neck, exposed her throat – practically offered herself to Sam. She felt him grin against her skin. “Such a good Omega for me, huh baby.” Sam slithered over her body, removing her bra and panties on his way down, and settled between her legs. 

“No, Alpha, need you,” Y/N nearly growled at Sam, and he looked up from between her legs, surprised but smiling. 

“Sure you don’t want me to make you feel good like this? I’m really good at it,” Sam smirked. “Want to make sure you’re all sloppy and wet and open for me when I shove my cock inside this pretty little pussy.” Sam slid his finger teasingly through her folds, slicking up the digit.  

“No,” Y/N did growl this time, scrambling off her back and down the bed until she was on top of Sam, grinding herself over his dick. “Fuck me Alpha, need you to fuck me.” 

“Okay baby girl, whatever you need,” Sam stroked down Y/N’s back, trying to soothe her. “What are you waiting for? Put it inside, sweetheart,” Sam chuckled when Y/N just continued to grind on top of him, her slick dripping down over his cock and between his thighs. 

When Y/N sank down onto Sam, she moaned wantonly. Under normal circumstances she would be judging herself for sounding like such a slut for an Alpha but she couldn’t help it. Her mind was blank beneath a fog of lust, a patchwork of want and need obscuring any inkling of rational thought. And when Sam’s knot began to form and worked its way up inside her, Y/N knew with certainty that this was the way she wanted to feel forever. 

“How’s Y/N?” Dean asked the moment he returned from his latest client. Sam looked up, puzzled, before recollection lit his face a moment later. 

“Perfect,” Sam smiled wolfishly. “Honestly, don’t know what you were talking about. The second I got there she practically shoved my cock inside her.” 

“Y/N? No, that’s not like her,” Dean was confused. The Y/N he knew would never eagerly submit to an Alpha. Sure he could tell she did enjoy it when they fucked, but he respected the fact that she didn’t want to admit that. Her jumping Sam the second he was inside didn’t make any sense. He’d expected her to protest, fight Sam off – to argue that she wanted Dean, instead. 

“I’m telling you man, she was all over me. Perfect little slut, perfect little Omega,” Sam licked his lips, reminiscing. 

“Don’t call her that,” Dean shot at Sam before he could think through what he was saying. 

“What, a slut?” Sam chuckled darkly, unfazed by Dean’s protest. 

“Omega,” Dean’s voice was dropping into a defensive growl. “She’s not yours, you don’t get to call her that.” 

“Oh wow,” Sam’s eyes went wide, genuine surprise gracing his features. “You got a crush, big brother?” 

“Shut it, Sam,” Dean’s teeth clenched as he levelled a glare at his little brother, who was smirking pointedly towards him. 

“What, you think you’re gonna get to claim her? After everything you told me about how she was fighting you tooth and nail?” Sam was stalking towards Dean, closing him in against the older man’s desk in their shared office. “Because if anyone is gonna claim the bitch I think it should be me. She was practically begging me to do it.” 

“I said shut up!” Dean shouted as he shoved Sam back, baring his teeth. 

“Boys!” A gruff voice shouted from nearby, and Sam and Dean both startled and leapt apart. “What the hell’re you fighting about now?” John grumbled as he stomped through their office to get to the door of his own. 

“Dean’s got it bad for a little Omega bitch,” Sam sneered, “and he’s mad that she liked my knot better than his.” Dean pounced on Sam but John pulled him off with a grunt. 

“Shove it, both of you,” John instructed, stern and dead serious. “If you can’t play nice about the bitch then neither one of you will get to fuck her, y’hear?” 

“Yes sir,” Dean grumbled reluctantly after a moment’s hesitation. 

“It’s a family business boys, we’re not gonna let some cunt get in the way of that – are we?” 

“No sir,” Sam and Dean answered in practiced unison. 

“Good. And if I catch you two fighting about this bitch again, I’ll take her next booking myself.”