Can’t Tie Me Down – Ch 6 / 6

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 
Rating: 18+
Tags: Omegaverse, prostitution, kidnapping, drugging, drug induced heat, drug induced rut, noncon (rape, forced rape, and forced claiming), public sex, sexual ritual, knotting, biting, degradation, use of gay slurs, John and Sam are the worst™
Word Count: 4.3k

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A knock sounded at the front door, and Y/N dropped the string of her tea bag into the mug of boiling water in fright, but she ignored the sound. Her fingers trembled, knocking metal against porcelain so loudly as she tried to fish out her drowning tea bag, that she could almost pretend she hadn’t heard the second knock at all. She took her tea to the bedroom, numb to the heat burning into her skin from the too-hot mug, hoping that whoever was at the door had taken her hint and given up. 

They hadn’t. 

“Y/N?” a voice called distantly, and even through several doors and the vast emptiness of her apartment, Y/N knew that voice before he spoke his name. “Y/N, it’s Dean!” Dean called through the door again, persistent. 

Y/N didn’t answer, she barely dared to breathe, despite the fact that there was no way Dean could hear her breathing. Desperate for distraction, she raised her cup to her lips and gulped down the searing liquid, burning her tongue. The pain helped cut through the fear a little, at least. 

“Y/N, are you home?” Dean knocked again, voice betraying a note of anxiety in its pitch. Silence, for a minute, and then to her horror Y/N’s phone started to ring on the kitchen counter where she’d left it while making tea. “Y/N I can hear your phone, I know you’re here. Please, can we just talk? I really need to talk to you.” 

She couldn’t believe it. What on Earth could Dean need to talk to her about so badly? Did he know what had happened? Was he here to make sure she wasn’t going to tell anyone? Make sure she was going to be a good little Omega and keep her mouth shut so their business wasn’t ruined? Well him and his whole family can go to Hell, she thought bitterly, continuing to ignore him. 

More knocking. 

“Y/N if you don’t answer this door I’m going to have to assume you’re having a medical emergency, or you’re dead, and I’m going to call 911!” Dean threatened, and that got Y/N’s attention. She didn’t want the police here even more than she didn’t want Dean here. The police would just accuse her of lying or causing trouble, and she wasn’t strong enough to have someone undermine her like that right now. It would sever the one remaining thread she had connecting her to her sanity. 

“Y/N!” Dean called again, sounding frantic. He was knocking so hard she was surprised the door hadn’t given way on its own. Tea violently discarded on her nightstand, Y/N marched to the door and wrenched it open, narrowly avoiding Dean’s fist colliding with her forehead as he went to knock again. 

“What, Dean?” she seethed, sounding much braver than she felt. 

“Um, hi,” Dean stuttered, all of his previous fight draining out of him in an instant, leaving him pale and lost looking. “Sorry, I um,” Dean’s eyes glanced around him nervously, like he was worried they were being watched, “can I come in?” 

“No,” Y/N answered shortly, fingers going white where they were clinging to the door and the frame, blocking Dean’s ingress. 

“Y/N what’s wrong? I just want to talk,” Dean tried to reason with her, apparently confused as to why she seemed so angry at him. Maybe he didn’t know what had happened… but Y/N decided she didn’t care. 

“I said no. If you want to talk, talk here.” 

“Okay, I um, I kinda came here to ask you something but based on how you’re acting right now, I’m guessing I might be wasting my time,” Dean trailed off nervously and Y/N couldn’t help but scoff. 

“If you came here to ask me to keep your father’s dirty little secret, don’t bother. I’m not gonna tell anyone, so you can go run back to Daddy and tell him to stop worrying,” Y/N sneered. 

“I– what?” What the hell are you talking about?” Dean’s face contorted in confusion as he blinked at Y/N’s scathing answer. 

“Don’t play dumb, Dean. Why else would you be here? You’re the clean-up crew.” 

“Y/N, honest to God, I have no idea what you’re– what is that?” Dean reached out towards her neck, obviously having noticed the bruise that she had forgotten was there, and Y/N jumped back out of his range but that had the undesired effect of leaving the doorway free for Dean to enter – an opportunity that he readily seized. 

“Y/N, what happened?!” Dean demanded, storming towards her before halting abruptly. Y/N was sure the fear coursing through her must be evident on her face, and Dean had obviously picked up on that. He was still approaching, but slowly now, hands up like he was trying to coax a wounded animal out of its den. “Sweetheart, what happened?” he repeated more gently, genuine ignorance and concern flitting across his features. 

“I–” Y/N didn’t want to tell him. What if Dean turned out to be like everyone else? What if he believed it was her fault, like John tried to tell her it was. As much as she knew it hadn’t been her fault, she also knew no one would believe that. Dean was John’s son, he was probably raised to think the exact same way, no matter how kind he had seemed at first. It was a fair bet their whole family, hell their whole company, was rotten and cruel. 

“I don’t have to tell you anything Dean, I’m not your sweetheart.” Derision dripped from her last word. Y/N couldn’t hurt John but she knew how to hurt Dean, and right now that was close enough. “We’re not even fuck buddies, you’re just some Alpha I had to hire so I didn’t die. I don’t owe you anything.” 

“Hey, hey now,” Dean held his hands up defensively, face showing his obvious confusion at the venom he was facing. “It was just a question, Y/N. I’m sorry, you’re right, it’s none of my business. Except,” Dean took a slow, measured step closer, “when I came in here, you said something about keepin’ my dad’s ‘dirty little secret’? And that makes me think that maybe this should be my business.” 

Y/N flinched at the mention of John, but she didn’t try to escape Dean’s cautious advance. He was right in front of her now, close enough to stretch out and turn her chin to the side gently, getting a better look at the discolouration blotching her neck. “Y/N,” Dawn whispered now, “did my dad do something to you?” 

“I think you know, Dean,” Y/N breathed, too scared to give volume or real words to the admission. Dean’s heart broke over his face, leaving his features twisted in sympathy, quickly followed by rage. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Dean growled. Y/N tensed up. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want anyone fucking ‘defending her honour.’ That would be even more humiliating than this whole ordeal already was. 

“Dean, don’t be stupid,” Y/N hissed, wondering how to dissuade him. 

“Yeah, Dean, don’t be stupid,” a cold voice sneered. Y/N and Dean both jumped, turning towards the new voice. Dean hadn’t closed the door completely when he’d followed Y/N into the apartment, it had been sat open on the hinge, and now someone else was pushing into the room – Sam, closely followed by John. John drew a gun from behind his back and grinned, looking at Dean over the barrel. 

“So, how exactly did you plan on killing me, son?”

Y/N blinked awake, fuzzy, hot and in pain. She had no idea where she was, and no memory of how she got there. A groan to her side made her look over, and she saw Dean, arms tied behind his back and slumped against the wall. 

“Dean,” Y/N tried to speak but her voice came out as a hoarse whisper and her throat ached. She tried to bring a hand to her neck, to feel if there was anything wrong, and found that her wrists were tied too, in front of her body. 

“What the hell,” Dean grumbled, squinting around the space. 

“Dean, where are we?” Y/N managed to speak up this time, and Dean looked around at her, concern colouring his confusion. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” 

“I don’t know, what would you call this?” Y/N tugged grumpily at the ropes binding her. 

“Yeah, so no,” Dean huffed conciliatorily. 

“Rise and shine lovebirds!” A too jubilant voice called through the closed door on the other side of the room. The door banged open and John, Sam, and a load of others came in, crowding all around the long table in the centre of the room. Now that Y/N was taking some time to think about her surroundings she was beginning to put together the elements she could see. A long table, circled with chairs, a screen on the wall with a console table beneath it holding a decanter and a set of glasses, as well as the remote for the screen and some other random stationary supplies. They must be in an office, probably the offices of Winchester & Sons. 

All the men piling into the room were Alphas, Y/N could smell them. These must be other escorts that worked for the company. Were they all as bad as John? They must be if they were calmly sitting down in a room where their boss had tied up one of his clients and one of his sons without batting an eyelid. So either they didn’t care, or they were too scared to say anything if they did. A few curious eyes made their way towards Y/N and Dean, watching neutrally for the most part, but Y/N swore she saw a flash of glee in one man’s eyes, and a flash of hunger in another’s. 

“Aw, chin up Dean,” Sam laughed mockingly, patting Dean on the cheek loudly. “We’re doing this for you after all.” 

“Oh yeah, drugging me, kidnapping me, real kind of you brother,” Dean scoffed, fighting against his bonds. 

“But ask yourself why we did that Dean,” Sam prodded, smiling widely. 

“Why are you doing this?” Y/N spoke up when it was clear Dean didn’t plan on cooperating. Sure, she sympathised with Dean wanting to stand up to his brother, not play his games, but she needed answers too. 

“We’re giving Dean what he wants sweetheart,” John came over to her and crouched down, brushing a stray hair off Y/N’s face in an act of false kindness, “since you never would have.”

“What the hell are you talking about,” Y/N jerked her head away from John’s touch, glowering. 

“You, Y/N.” Sam grinned. 

“I fail to see how this is accomplishing that,” Dean bit out, clearly livid. At least he wasn’t in on this, Y/N thought. She wished a little that she had been able to trust Dean all those months ago. If she had just gone to coffee with him, or not tried to skip her next session completely, she might never have met Sam or John. She and Dean would be blissfully ignorant of how awful his family really were, and they’d be… what? Dating? Mated? Y/N shuddered. She didn’t want that either, but it was clearly a better alternative to this. Raped, drugged and kidnapped, awaiting God knows what to be done to her. 

“What, you’re not feelin’ it yet?” John’s voice broke through Y/N’s thoughts, and she focused back onto the conversation in front of her. 

“Feeling what? Betrayed? Fucking pissed as hell? What, Dad?”

“Maybe give him another dose, Sammy. Just in case,” John nodded at his younger son, who pulled a syringe out of his back pocket and pulled the cap off with his teeth. Sam grabbed Dean’s hair and yanked his head to the side, exposing the veins in his neck so he could stab the needle through the skin. 

“What the fuck?!” Dean growled as he got control of his head back and twisted out of Sam’s reach. 

“Y/N is nice and ready,” John announced to Sam happily, laying his hand on her forehead. “Can feel the fever setting in, bet she’s starting to drip already.” 

“She would be, slut like her,” Sam agreed. 

“What have you done to us!?” Y/N demanded, frightened. Now John had mentioned it, the feeling of the fever was all she could think about. The adrenaline of waking up had quelled the symptoms but they were easy to pick out – fever, aches, sweat, cramps – somehow, John and Sam had triggered her heat. That must be why she could smell all the Alphas in the room so clearly as well, and why she could smell Dean’s scent lingering above all the rest. He must be going into his rut. That’s what they’d done to them. A horrible, sinking dread settled into Y/N’s stomach as her brain joined the dots of everything that had happened, everything that had been said. There was only one reason she could think of in answer to why they would trigger her heat and Dean’s rut on purpose. “No,” a broken whisper slipped out unintentionally. 

“Oh yes, sweetheart,” John smiled, eyes glinting in the same light that was reflecting off the barrel of the gun he was holding loosely in his hand. 

“No, please,” Y/N begged, looking at John desperately. They wouldn’t, they couldn’t…

“I think it’s time we get you on your feet.” John reached over her head and untied the end of the rope holding her to the console table. He tugged her up and Y/N stumbled forward after him, falling weakly against the conference table when her hips hit the side. John threw the rope to one of the men sitting near the end, the one Y/N had noticed earlier looking at her like she was dinner. He wrapped the fraying cord around his hand and yanked Y/N forward, so her arms were stretched out in front of her and her belly was laying flat against the tabletop. 

“Come on, up you get,” she heard Sam grunt from behind her, and figured he must be untying Dean. Someone she couldn’t see grabbed her ankle and she stumbled to the side. Something thin and tight wound around her leg and clicked loudly in the quiet of the boardroom. Her other leg was pulled, forcing her onto her toes to balance, and keeping her legs spread wide – they were zip tying her to the table. 

“Get the fuck off of her,” Dean shouted from somewhere behind her, and Y/N felt the tears start to leak out of her eyes. They weren’t going to stop, and she didn’t think Dean could get them out of this one either. 

“As long as you get on,” Sam sneered, and Y/N felt a body fall against her back. A second later the weight was gone, but there was still a body pressed into her ass. Someone’s groin – someone’s cock. 

“You can’t make me do this,” Dean gritted out, and Y/N could feel him trying to wriggle away, but it only had the result of grinding their hips together, which was having a very noticeable effect on Dean. She whimpered at the memory of that cock, wishing the circumstances right now were different. The Omega inside her wanted Dean, wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t feel anything else besides him inside of her. She recognised easily that if this were happening differently, if Dean had been the one who tied her up like this because she asked him to, and if they weren’t being watched by a room full of strangers, she would be enjoying this immensely, and that feeling made her sick. 

“We’re not gonna need to make you do anything, son.” John came back into Y/N’s field of view, gun still swinging loosely in his fingers, the carelessness somehow even more threatening than if he had been aiming it at them. “You’re gonna do it all on your own.” 

“Bite me,” Dean growled, his voice dropping threateningly, an animal backed into a corner and ready to fight his way out, no matter the cost. 

“No no,” John shook his finger, grinning. “Bite her.” Y/N closed her eyes, tears spilling from her lashes and splashing on the surface beneath her. It was exactly what she thought. They’d triggered her heat and Dean’s rut because that was the only way Dean could officially claim her.

“I’m not doing that!” Dean insisted angrily, still struggling, but Y/N had felt his cock jump when John had suggested that Dean claim her. 

“Oh yes you are,” Sam answered in a sing-song voice, and Dean was shoved against Y/N’s ass even harder. She figured Sam must be the one keeping Dean there and pushing them together. “Because if you don’t claim her, then we’re all going to do it.” Y/N’s eyes flew open in horror, looking around the room with a newfound terror. 

“So you choose Dean, either you claim your little Omega bitch like we all know you want to – or she becomes the company slut.” John spelled out his terms casually, like he couldn’t care less which one Dean chose. “I’ve been meaning to get one, to help our boys through their ruts when they come around. Too messy sending you out to clients like that, you know.” There were sick smiles and nods of agreement from the gang all surrounding them. Dean had gone silent, probably in shock, though Y/N couldn’t see what was happening behind her. 

“What’s it gonna be, big brother?” Sam goaded. Dean was still silent. Y/N decided that whatever autonomy she could keep in this situation, she had to try. She could still have a choice here, even if she didn’t want either option. 

“Do it, Dean,” Y/N choked out, and the room looked at her curiously, some of them clearly disappointed. 

“Y/N, no,” Dean gasped behind her as he was shoved into her body again. 

“Yes, Dean.” Y/N insisted. She was picking her option, clearly the better of the two. “I’m telling you to do it, it’s okay. I want you to claim me,” she tried again, trying to keep the fear out of her voice, and she felt Dean’s cock twitch. 

“That’s a good Omega,” John cooed, reaching out to pet the top of her head. Y/N just stayed still, scared to make a move or pull away. “So docile when they’re in heat, aren’t they?” he spoke more to himself than anyone in particular. 

“And needy,” Sam chimed in. “Can see her starting to soak through those panties.” A harsh slap landed right over her pussy and she yelped, trying to squirm away, but there was nowhere for her to go. 

“You should help her get those off, Sammy,” John instructed, wicked joy on his face. Y/N froze when she felt the cold press of metal against her skin under her skirt. The flounce was tossed back, baring her to the room, and then she felt a tug and the thin material of her last bit of cover fell away. 

“Look how good she looks Dean,” Sam caressed her newly exposed flesh, ran a finger up the slick dripping between her legs, and Y/N was ashamed but she couldn’t help pressing back into the touch. Sam pushed two fingers inside and she whimpered, clenching around him in reluctant pleasure, her heat starting to take over all her conscious responses. “Yeah, you remember how good I made you feel, don’t you?” Sam jeered, fingering her lazily, teasingly. “Sorry you’re getting stuck with Dean, but that means I’ll always be close by, in case you need me.” 

Sam swirled his thumb over her clit smoothly, pressing the tips of his fingers down inside her like he was trying to reach his thumb through her body and it felt fucking incredible. She hated Sam, she wanted to hate what he was doing to her, but all the Omega inside her could think was more, more, more. She felt herself fuck back against Sam’s hand, almost like it was someone else’s body and not her own, and the muscles in her legs and stomach began to shake and seize. 

“That’s enough, son,” John’s voice put an end to Sam’s attentions and Y/N whined involuntarily, hips canting back to search for the fingers again but instead she hit something wider, and wet. Dean’s cock was pressing against her entrance, the tip rubbing up and down, collecting the slick she was leaking onto it. “Get your brother nice and wet, Sammy.” 

“It’s not hard, with how much this bitch is dripping,” Sam laughed. Y/N heard Dean groan behind her, ragged and wanton. 

“Always knew you were a bit of a bitch, Dean,” John jeered. “You’re whinin’ like a slut and it’s your little brother jackin’ you off. Hard to believe you’re really an Alpha.” 

“Fuck you,” Dean moaned. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and prove to Dad what a big, strong Alpha you are,” Sam taunted, and Y’N felt Dean’s cock press harder against her, Sam no doubt pushing them together. The member started to enter her and Y/N groaned. Again, she found herself wishing this was all happening under different circumstances. She’d dreamed about Dean fucking her again more times than she could count in the past few months, and he still felt as good as she remembered. 

“Fuck,” Y/N heard Dean hiss quietly behind her, shaking as he pushed in all the way to the hilt. 

“Come on, Dean. Fuck ‘er,” John called, gun twirling around his finger again. Y/N couldn’t help the moan that escaped her when Dean pulled away and carefully thrust back in. She knew from experience that this angle worked really well for them. Dean hadn’t even had to touch her clit to get her to cum last time he fucked her over a table like this. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself from cumming the same way now, especially after Sam had gotten her so close. 

“You can do better than that,” Sam laughed, and Dean pulled out and thrust in harder, probably under Sam’s guidance. “There ya go. Fuck her hard, slut like that likes knowing who she belongs to. Kept begging me for more when I had her cunt stuffed. Bet she definitely needs more from you, since you’re working with a little less.” Y/N moaned again on a particularly sharp thrust from Dean. 

“Please, Dean,” Y/N heard herself beg, not entirely having meant to. But then she couldn’t turn it off. “Fuck, Dean please,” she whined, “make me cum, please please please.” 

“What a good little slut,” John praised, smiling down at her. “Give the lady what she wants, boy.” 

“Please, Alpha,” Y/N sobbed, tears starting to spill over as she put away all her dignity, just wanting this to end. Suddenly a weight was bending over her. Dean’s arms had been untied and now his wrists, clearly marked with rope burns, were on either side of her head as he clamped his body around her protectively. 

“I’ve got you ‘mega,” Dean whispered, breath ragged against her ear, and Y/N knew the words were just for her, not for the audience. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Dean’s words shook, whether with emotion or need, Y/N couldn’t tell. 

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispered, hoping no one but Dean could hear her crying. “Knot me, Alpha. Need your knot,” she sobbed, louder, putting on a show again, but it wasn’t a lie. 

“Fuck, ‘mega,” Dean groaned and fucked her harder, hips breaking into an uneven rhythm as his knot started to catch on her entrance. “Shit, gonna– fuck…” Y/N felt the knot lodge inside her and the next few strokes with the bulge pressing directly into her g-spot sent her spinning over the edge. Dean lost it too, Y/N could feel him flooding inside of her, the heat of him somehow soothing the intense heat she felt in the rest of her limbs. 

“Now, Dean,” John’s voice growled above them, and Dean’s mouth was shoved against her neck, right above the mating gland. She felt Dean try to shake his head but he could barely move. The click of a safety being released echoed loudly in the quiet room. “Fucking do it.” 

A sharp, excruciating pain shot through her throat and Y/N cried out, trying to squirm away, but the movement just ground their bodies together again, and sent another wave of pleasure through her gut as she clenched around Dean’s knot. Around her mate’s knot. 

“Good boy,” Sam laughed coldly, slapping Dean’s ass and jolting him deeper into Y/N again. “Can’t wait for my turn.” 

A shock of cold ran through Y/N’s body at Sam’s words. 

“What?” She and Dean both spoke, panic evident. 

“You said if I did this, you would all leave her alone.” Dean snarled, keeping Y/N hidden beneath him as much as possible. “She’s my mate now, if anyone touches her I will kill them. You understand me?” he shouted. 

“From where I’m standing, I’m still the one with the gun,” John clicked his tongue skeptically. 

“You promised,” Y/N sobbed, peeking out from beneath Dean’s shoulders, tears streaming down her face, hoping to elicit some kind of sympathy. John smiled and leant down, using the end of the gun to hold up her chin and make her look him in the eyes. 

“I lied.”