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Dean met his mate at a gas station.
He was filling up his squad car when the most delicious scent hit his nose. He told his partner he was getting breakfast, because why shouldn’t he treat himself to coffee and a doughnut every now and then? Sam yelled at him that they already had coffee and a cop did not need to consume three doughnuts in his patrol when the patrol started twenty minutes ago.
Dean ignored him.
Going in he followed his nose and ignored the squawk behind the counter as he walked through the door to the garage behind the station and he found his mate.
The man had his back to him and dropped his tools when he smelled Dean and in less than a second he was turning around and he was the most beautiful being Dean ever saw. His face was broad like the rest of him, his eyes were hazel blue and extremely kind and his mouth…wow that mouth was going to do a lot of sinful things to Dean.
“Dean,” the officer choked out.
“Benny,” the man said back.
And they were in each other’s arms.
The kiss did not stay sweet for long as with every breath more and more of their scents filled their beings. Benny tasted as good as he smelled and Dean forgot the world as a tongue filled his mouth. He licked and nipped all over the red lips and the man, his mate, sighed in his mouth. The kiss was really heating up, like Dean was going to pop a knot right here as he was getting high off the scent of his aroused mate heated up, when his radio went off.
“Winchester we got a 10-40 over,” Dean broke away.
“I gotta go,” he said huskily, or at least he damn prayed it sounded husky, because to him it sounded like a ragged whine.
“You gonna come, practically knot me and then leave?” Now that was husky.
“I have to, a 10-40 is a burglary in progress.” Dean was already pulling away, “I will be back. I will.” He tore himself away without a kiss because he’d be knotted in seconds if he did.
He jumped back in and his brother in blue gaped at him.
“Dude…you’re lips are all red and,” Sam looked out the window, “You have an almighty erection, you gonna tell me the coffee was that good?” Dean thought of everything he could to stave off the second problem Sam listed.
“I found him, my mate.” Sam’s face split into a goofy grin.
“Good for you!” he slapped his partner on the shoulder, but only after Dean’s pants went down because you never touch another man when he’s hanging high.
The burglary was still going on when Dean and Sam arrived. They were able to get all the assailants and safely tucked into their squad car when backup came. They weren’t the brightest bulbs in the bunch, really just teenagers looking for a thrill, so when Sam and Dean came in guns blazing only one had been stupid enough to run. The rest just dropped everything and held up their hands.
Dean went after the punk and got his collarbone broken in thanks when he tackled the kid and a sneaker was kicked hard into his shoulder. Even one armed Dean still was able to bring the kid down, but there was a lot of swearing on his part.
After getting x-rays, slings, tutorials on the sling and drug list, five stacks of paperwork, and mandatory leave of absence Dean was ready to find his mate.
Unfortunately Sam wasn’t letting him out of his sight.
“I’m a grown man Sammy!”
“Not going to happen Winchester,” the young alpha crossed his arms stubbornly. It was odd how well two alphas worked together, everyone had noticed. Police partners were usually an alpha and beta sometimes an omega. Alphas never took well to one another and it always seemed to start a competition. But when Sam walked into the prescient five years ago he and Dean took to one another instantly. “The doctor said you can’t drive for 24 hours when you took the kind of meds you took.” Dean glared on.
“Fine, then drive me to the garage, my mate’ll take care of me.”
“Your mate? You don’t even know him! What if he turns you out? What if he’s a jerk? What if he—” The tall man stopped his rant when Dean growled at him.
“He’s not like that. He’s my mate.” Sam rolled his eyes and just took the instructions and drove to the gas station. There was a man sitting on the curb that Sam was ready to drive past but Dean hollered at him to stop.
The man was on his feet in an instant when Dean opened the door. His eyes flashed (which Sam thought unusual for an omega) in rage when he saw the blue hospital sling on Dean’s arm.
“It’s ok,” Dean soothed and rubbed his mate’s chest. “It’s ok, I’ve been in worse scrapes, I’ll be in this for two—” he winced when Sam yelled “Four!” “Four weeks tops.”
“I can’t let you out of my sight for one second, can I?” Benny gently cupped Dean’s face and kissed. Sam cleared his throat and the couple broke away.
“Benny Lafitte,” Benny surged forward and shook the young man’s hand. He was blind with jealousy for a moment but then when he scented the air he smelled the young man was already mated.
“Sam Wesston,” they went through the niceties and polite conversation, but Dean was fading fast. He wanted to go to bed and he wanted it to be with his mate. He rested his head heavily on Benny’s shoulder and fell into a light doze when a strong arm came around his lower back to support him. He barely heard the instructions Sam gave about his pressure bandage and his medication, he just whined in the back of his throat and he heard a deep chuckle from his mate and was soothed.
“I can walk on my own,” Dean was gruff when he heard Sam drive off and Benny made to carry him.
“Uh-huh, so you weren’t just drooling on my shoulder?”
“I don’t drool! And I’m the alpha, I’m the one in charge.” Benny’s eyes narrowed and if he could have Dean’s ears would have been flattened to his skull.
“Let’s get one thing done right here.” Benny’s tone was icy and Dean shriveled in on himself. “I’m not a brood bitch, I’m not your personal fuck toy, and I am not a bend over and take your knot whenever you feel like it mate. We are equals. You got that? Because you are alpha does not mean you are in charge of me Dean Winchester. And if you have a problem with that I’m walking out now.” Dean nodded quickly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Benny nodded curtly and they moved back to his pickup. The bad mood might have been eased but there was tense silence in the pickup as they drove to Benny’s apartment.
Dean leaned heavily on his mate’s arm when they got out of the vehicle because his legs were made of jell-o. It seemed to brighten Benny a bit and by the time they were tucked safely in his apartment he was smiling and cooing on Dean hand and foot.
Benny tried to settle Dean on the couch but the alpha wouldn’t hear of it so, sighing and grunting about what a stubborn mate he had, Benny brought a chair into the kitchen and set Dean down on it.
“Where’d you learn to cook?” Dean was much better once he’d had a glass of water and he found a box of goldfish crackers which he ate while he watched his mate throw all kinds of things into a pan.
“Cooking school,” Benny hummed. “I never graduated, my dad got sick so I had to drop out and move here to take care of him.”
“Is he better?”
“Nah, he died three years ago, but by the time he died I’d been here and it was kind of like…what’s the point? I’m happy here so I didn’t go back.”
“I’m glad you didn’t or else we would have never met.” They smiled, kissed, and watched Benny cook some more.
Dean ate every bite his omega put in front of him and got a smile when the clean plate was taken away. It seemed Benny was getting drunk off taking care of Dean and Dean was fine with letting go and being taken care of.
After dinner, and dishes which Dean insisted he watch Benny do, they settled on the couch with Dean in Benny’s arms and watched Star Wars. Halfway through some battle Dean turned and caught his mate’s lips. He shifted and tuned in Benny’s large, warm arms and lay on his chest kissing harder. He nudged his hips in suggestion and Benny broke from the kiss.
“We can’t,” Benny looked like he really didn’t want to say those words, “Sam said for the first week you’re in that sling we can’t.” Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. But then again he was feeling very sleepy…
When he woke up Dean didn’t know where he was. The pressure bandage holding his arm in place constricted his breathing and he was about to full on panic when the arm on his stomach shifted. He breathed the most delicious scent known to man and instantly he calmed.
When Benny woke up they talked and had breakfast. Dean was on leave and Benny didn’t have to work until 10 so they had a lazy time in bed. And damn Benny was perfect. The man was drop dead gorgeous, seriously it nearly hurt Dean to look at him, smart, a whole hell of a lot of funny, and incredibly affectionate. Dean always knew when he found his mate, whoever they were, they were going to have to put up with a lot of touches, and kisses, and cuddling, and hugs, and all other little affectionate things.
It seemed Benny was even more affectionate than he was.
He laughed when Dean tried to pout him into staying in bed all day.
“I gotta go and earn the bacon, honey,” he kissed all over Dean’s face. “I’ll be home at six, we can finish Star Wars.” Dean nodded.
“Hey can you drop me off at the station? I gotta go pick up my car.” Benny nodded and they left his apartment, but not before kissing fifteen times, at least ten arm touches, and it would have been rude to leave without their fingers laced together.
“How’s Benny?” Sam asked when Dean plopped down at his desk. The alpha glared at the stack of paperwork and rummaged through one of the drawers for his keys and wallet.
“Fine, man he’s seriously awesome.” Dean’s eyes glazed over and Sam snorted.
“Awww,” he cooed and Dean glared playfully at him.
“Don’t you start Wesston, I seem to remember a year ago you pulling over a girl named Jessica for speeding and practically dry humping her in the back of the car!” Sam blanched. “Yeah, and then once you were mated you walked around here on a cloud, giggling, and smiling, and beaming at everyone.”
“Fine! Fine!” Sam threw his hands up.
The week Dean had off were the best blissful torture the man had ever experienced. He was spending time with his mate, who turned very, very quickly (try about forty eight hours) into his best friend, soul mate, and perfect partner in every way. After three days Dean had gone to Bed, Bath, and Beyond while Benny was at work and bought way too much shit and nested the hell out of his apartment. He found soft pillows, a giant comforter to fit them plus one more person, and because they matched and were on sale three large pillows.
After touring both apartments they agreed to move into Dean’s flat because it was newer, even though Benny’s was a bit bigger.
“But why do we need a big place?” Benny mused as they were snuggled on Dean’s couch. “We’re gonna be on top of each other all the time.”
“Hell yeah we are,” Dean said sleepily. They’d been curled in one another for hours since, as Benny pointed out, as it was Sunday it was like in religion or something that you had to be on the couch and stay stuck together.
Because that was the torture. As wordlessly amazing the perfection of getting to know Benny, dating Benny, falling asleep in Benny’s arms, kissing Benny, really just Benny in general, that was all great. But they were mates but they hadn’t mated. They spent every nonworking moment with one another and none of it had been in bed. Or at least they spent time in bed but it was sleeping, and giggling, and talking. Not fucking.
And it was nice, Dean felt at moments that his soul was melting into Benny’s and they were mating in the mythical textbook sense. All the books said true mates bonded in two ways: one, the obvious; the bedroom. Mates would smell one another and have a deep need to rut and knot. It was more tradition rather than a mating ritual to bite, but everyone knew what that particular scar meant on an omega’s throat. The second was rarer and some even claimed that it was all made up. That was a bonding of souls. It changed from couple to couple but some said they could feel the strong emotions of their mate, and they could always sense where their mate was.
Dean had questioned if the soul bending was real. But then he hadn’t met his mate yet.
Now his mind had been changed.
They had been at the giant mall in the large town forty five minutes from Dean’s apartment in their smaller town. Dean had turned around for one fucking second and when he looked again Benny was gone. He muttered under his breath about his fucking five year old mate and scanned the crowd like the seasoned police officer he was.
He started to panic when he didn’t see his mate.
His alpha started to roar when he couldn’t scent his mate.
But then he closed his eyes and extended his senses and found Benny like a gold beacon had lit him up. He was a floor up and four stores to the left. Dean walked quickly and found his idiot holding two ice cream cones and beaming like a dork and Dean just had to fall in love all over again.
Now it would just be better if they actually mated mated.
***
“Stop fidgeting,” Benny laughed as they sat in the waiting room. Dean was been moving and twitching all over the uncomfortable chairs.
“I wanna knot you,” Dean grunted and Benny rolled his eyes. Dean had gotten nearly impossible as the time got closer to getting his sling off. Benny refused to mate while Dean was in a sling, and even now he was nervous for Dean to push himself too much.
“I know,” Benny murmured, and kissed the side of his mate’s face. “But you have to be checked out first.”
The doctor was painless, the final x-rays taken, and the sling was finally, thankfully, gone. Dean was ready to impale his mate to the car but Benny was far too strong for him.
“You really want the first time you knot me to be in public, in a car?” He was playful and Dean narrowed his eyes.
“I honestly don’t give a fuck where I knot you, just as long as I get to knot you.” Benny laughed and shoved his alpha in the pickup. They had had to drive to another town over to get to the bigger hospital and the drive was about forty five minutes to Dean’s apartment. Well really, their apartment, Dean thought giddily. Benny had moved in fourteen days ago and Dean was all ready to start their life and even in a few years start having pups.
Dean couldn’t stop thinking about all the things they would do as soon as they got to their apartment. Should he throw Benny against the door and shove his tongue down his mate’s throat? Should he instead get them at least to the couch and then stick his tongue in Benny’s hole and get slick all over his face? Or should he really try his restraint and get them to the bed and rut like true mates? Would Benny be willing to have a mating bite?
What he didn’t realize was just how arousing he was beginning to smell. He woke up from dream Benny writhing and screaming under him when actual Benny placed a hand on his jeaned cock.
“You keep thinking whatever your thinking we’re not gonna make it home.” Benny glanced over his raybans and Dean huffed. Well he tried to huff if he hadn’t gotten a lungful of aroused omega. He could practically taste the slick and he licked his lips his arousal reaching even higher.
“That’s it,” Benny turned the pickup and drove on a dirt road, he found a turn off in a cornfield and yanked Dean down on him. They made out furiously and Dean had even more proof that Benny was so opposite from every omega stereotype that he was practically a stereotypical alpha. They banged around in each other’s mouths with their tongues, grunting and growling for dominance.
“Dean,” Benny growled, he pushed his alpha back and by sheer force of will climbed away from him. His resolve nearly broke when he heard a low whine in the back of Dean’s throat, but they were going to do this right. He opened his door and got out. Dean didn’t wait but followed instantly, he practically ran around the front of Benny’s pickup but his mate wasn’t there. He heard clicks and a snap and Benny was rolling the cover on his pickup bed back.
“You little shit,” Dean breathed, inside the bed was…well a bed. Benny had filled the bed with pillows and blankets and comfort.
“Well I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait to get back home to finally feel your knot, baby.” Dean surged forward and Benny laughed/moaned as the lips and tongue attacked him. Benny put both of his wide hands on Dean’s chest and pushed him back roughly. He grabbed at his own shirt and tugged it off, Dean getting the message did the same. Benny toed his boots off lost his jeans, throwing them with his shirt in the bed behind them. When he was totally naked he got up and presented to his astounded mate.
Dean lost no time getting naked and jumped up in the bed and rubbed all over Benny’s smooth, muscled skin.
“I’m going to knot you,” he whispered as he bent over Benny’s back and lined himself up. “But that does not mean in the future that I am not going to lick every inch and crevice of you.” He found Benny’s hole and stuck two fingers in, they came out dripping. He slipped them into his mouth and moaned wantonly at the taste. “Damn, sweetheart I want to take my time with you so bad, but my knot…”
“I know,” Benny nodded. “It’s been too long, mate me and then take me home and take me apart.” He moaned when Dean lay all of himself across Benny and they shuddered as Dean’s cock nudged at Benny’s entrance.
“That I can do.” He pushed his hips and Benny groaned. Now in the past he’d had fun, he’d slept around with alphas, omegas, and betas, Benny was not picky, and he wasn’t a saint. But none of his other lays compared to this. This was what sex was created for.
It didn’t take long for them to get covered in sticky sweat with the sun overhead, but there was a nice cool breeze that made the whole experience even more perfect. Dean circled his hips slowly for a while just getting used to the perfection that was Benny wrapped around him. But after the seventeenth time Benny begged him to go faster he couldn’t deny.
He snapped his hips roughly and Benny nearly screamed. His pace was increased a thousand fold and both men’s eyes rolled back in the sheer bliss surrounding and consuming them. When his brain shut down Dean just wrapped his arms around Benny’s stomach and curled his head and body around his lover as his hips just continued in their high tempo rhythm. He found Benny’s cock between his legs and started pumping at it and the small bit of Dean’s brain that was still able to process things stated that it wanted that cock in Dean’s ass.
With that thought Dean shuddered and he felt his knot starting to form at his base.
“Sweetheart,” he panted and he let up on his thrusting for just a moment. “Can I,” he mouthed at Benny’s neck and the man jerked a nod.
“Do it,” he begged. Dean shifted his hips so he could reach the spot better and Benny shook under him. The alpha thrust exactly the same again and Benny started rapidly falling apart under him. Being careful to hit that spot repeatedly Dean clamped down on the skin he’d marked out for his bite and bit hard.
Blood seeped into his mouth as he snarled around it and felt his knot swell and take hold. Benny moaned and trembled and came all over the blanket and they just froze for a moment letting everything wash into them.
Benny was the first to move and he turned them gently so they could lay on their sides. He stroked the strong arms on his stomach and they enjoyed the cool breeze and warm sun.
“Damn,” Dean panted as he turned them slightly so they could rest comfortably on his knot.
“And I ain’t even in heat yet.” Benny sighed massaging Dean’s arms around him. He shifted slightly and Dean grunted in completion as his knot was tugged at.
“Can’t wait,” Dean licked at the blood trickling from the bite. His ministrations were gentle and they lulled Benny into a nice sleep.
***
“Maybe this time sweetheart,” Dean murmured as he rubbed Benny’s stomach. Benny sighed. They’d been trying for two years and he didn’t know how many more times he could settle on his mate’s knot and dream.
After Benny moved in three years ago their lives were perfect. Seriously nothing could be better. He and Dean had mated in soul and body, their lives worked seamlessly together and they were best friends. They had their fights like every couple, but people who knew them were envious of how insanely happy the pair was.
But something was missing. Benny and Dean both felt it. Something in their scents was subtly changing, a tiny hole was beginning to widen and after several conversations Benny and Dean agreed they would start trying for a pup, that’s what they needed.
But now, settling on his mate’s knot Benny wondered. Trying was taking everything out of him. Every heat cycle was awesome as always but after…Dean coming home with pregnancy tests and his face falling when they were negative.
Then the times when they were both over the moon when the tests were positive, those, Benny decided, were worse.
Because after the double blue line the miscarriages came.
Benny didn’t want to give up trying because he wanted a child with Dean so badly, but after waking up in their bed for the fourth time covered in blood he was getting tired. He wanted to carry Dean’s child, he wanted to get heavy with pups, but it seemed his body refused to cooperate.
So they sighed together some sadness eeking into both of them.