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All She Needs

Summary: A few years after Dean’s feral rut claimed her, their family is growing, and Y/N is content with having all she needs.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Pack Dynamics for @jacklesversebingo

Triggers / Warnings / Tags: Omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, alpha, omega, pack dynamics, pups, mentions of feral rut, mentions of heat, mentions of mating, mentions of knotting (all non-descriptive), pregnancy, nesting, daddy Dean, light smut, light references to labour and giving birth (all non-descriptive)

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I enjoyed writing this sequel to All She Wants so much, and I hope you enjoy it too! All feedback is welcome, so please consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite or leaving a comment. It really does fuel a creative’s muse 💖

A/N2: Woohoo! This is my first fill for Jacklesverse24 bingo, and the first thing I've posted in a LONG time!

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Your POV

The pitter-patter of small feet rings through the air, occasionally followed by shrieks and laughter as Dean chases the twins along the winding hallways of the bunker. It’s pure heaven, and there’s no sound in the world you love more than the ones you hear outside your bedroom door at that moment.

They hadn’t been planned, and neither you nor Dean had expected it, but you hadn’t exactly been surprised by your pregnancy either. You’d stopped taking birth control when you went on heat suppressants, but Dean’s feral rut had triggered an exceptional heat, and with all the mating and knotting that came after it, you knew the odds were against you coming out of that cabin without a pup.

The bigger surprise for you both was that you were expecting twins. Once the shock had worn off, you teased each other mercilessly about whether your ovaries were overzealous and had released two eggs or Dean’s sperm was so powerful it had split one. As it turned out–much to Dean’s absolute delight–it was the latter, and you gave birth to two healthy and happy identical boys who looked exactly like their father.

They were fiercely independent for four-year-olds, and had their own individual personalities since the day they came into the world; Bobby was brave and strong with a big heart, just like his father, and Charlie was smart, curious and determined like you. They were far too young for anyone to know if they’d both be alphas like their father and uncle, but they were already showing strong alpha tendencies, which Dean was immensely proud of.

You made another trip from the closet to the bed, carrying more of Dean’s clothes for your nest. You were anxious and could feel that it was almost time. With Jody, Donna, and Cass on standby, and everything ready and prepared, you were impatiently waiting for the birth of your and Dean’s baby girl.

Crawling into the nest and surrounding yourself with your Alpha’s scent, you take a deep breath and try to relax. Dean can tell your blood pressure is high, saying your heartbeat hasn’t been the same these past few weeks, and baby girl’s is a little faster, too. He’d confined you to your shared bedroom to put your feet up and to try and keep your blood pressure down.

Being waited on hand and foot had been nice at first, but now you’re fed up and extremely agitated all the time. You know you’re no fun to be around right now, but being unable to perform your duties as an Omega and take care of your pups, your Alpha, and—as the matriarch of your pack—everyone else, is beginning to take its toll on you.

To add to your distress, you’re upset to be missing so much time with your boys, and Dean has had to calm you down about that at least once a day. In the end, he agreed to go to their bedroom each day and get some of their clothing for you to add to your nest so you had their scents constantly around you. It helped, but the pit in your stomach never really went away.

The boys came to see you all the time, though, telling you all about their adventures with Daddy and Uncle Sam. You particularly enjoyed their stories of how they constantly wound up poor, unsuspecting Uncle Cass. Those were your favourite moments of the day. That, and when Dean came to bed. It’s only then you truly feel content, loved and safe in your Alpha’s arms.

As you settle back into your nest, the twins come crashing through your bedroom door, and you grin happily.

“Mommy! Mommy! Help! Daddy’s trying to steal the treasure!” Charlie shouts, even though he’s only a foot away from you and there’s no need for his raised voice.

“Quick, hide!” you say dramatically, throwing the bedcovers down and encouraging them to crawl in next to you.

Bobby and Charlie pull the covers over themselves and cuddle into your side. Each boy wraps an arm around your expansive stomach, and you sigh contentedly.

“Ma’am, I am sorry to disturb you, but you wouldn’t happen to have seen two little scamps running through here, now, would you?” Dean drawls from the doorway. He winks at you, and you grin back.

“Why no, sir, I have not,” you respond, placing each hand on top of the lumps next to you.

“I’m truly sorry for disturbing you, Ma’am. If you do see them, I’ll be down in the kitchen having me some pie,” he responds, a silent question hanging between you. ‘Are you okay? You got them?’ You nod, grinning when he winks again and closes the bedroom door.

“Daddy’s gone, boys. You can come out now,” you say, smiling at the feeling of four small hands rubbing your swollen stomach.

“We want to cuddle with you and our sister,” Charlie responds, and you chuckle.

“We’d both like that very much,” you smile at the timely kick to one of your kidneys, and hug your boys tighter to your sides, sighing happily.

Dean’s POV

The serenity Dean felt from his Omega at having her pups in her arms kept him content enough to help Sam do some research for a few hours. There had been whispers and rumblings across the hunting community of what was probably the biggest and wickedest coven of witches anyone had ever known.

The ancient coven of Vindicta Pro Prima had roots going all the way back to the 1692 Salem Witch Trials, and was likely hundreds strong across continental America. The Winchesters weren’t stupid enough to think they’d be able to take them all down, but the more information they could gather, the better chance they had at protecting themselves and keeping up with whatever master plan Castiel and Rowena said they were cooking up.

Exhausted from worry for his Omega and unborn pup, and from taking care of his pack while she cared for herself and the life she was growing, Dean eventually relented at Sam’s insistence that he go to bed.

“I’ve got this, Dean. Go and rest with your family,” Sam smiled, still not quite believing the change in his big brother over the past few years from a stubborn alpha with commitment issues to a doting husband and father, and a fierce pack leader.

“Thanks, Sammy. Don’t stay up too late, alright? We can pick this up again tomorrow,” Dean said, standing from the table and stretching his back and shoulders out after sitting hunched over a laptop for hours.

“Goodnight, Dean.” Sam hadn’t agreed with him, Dean noticed and knew his brother wouldn't come back out easily once he’d gone down a research rabbit hole.

“Night, Sammy.”

Dean’s heart soared at the sight he was met with in his bedroom: his beautiful Omega fast asleep with a soft smile on her face and an arm around each of their boys. Bobby and Charlie were curled into their mother, snoring softly and, he hoped, having pleasant dreams.

Quietly, he made his way over to the bed and gently stroked Bobby’s hair, making him stir slightly. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you to your own bed, huh?” he whispered as he lifted the still half-asleep little boy into his arms.

Your POV

You jolt awake at the movement, ready to start a war with whoever had disturbed your sleeping pups. Realising it’s Dean, you smile, settle back down, and watch as he lifts Bobby into his arms. A small smile flits across your Alpha’s face as the tired boy snuggles into his neck and immediately falls back asleep.

Dean walks around to the other side of the bed and expertly picks Charlie up one-handed, making heat pool in the base of your stomach. Dean smirks, and you know he can feel it too, but you don’t care. Your big, strong Alpha is taking care of your pups; hormones or not, that is the sexiest thing in the world to you.

Your eyes drop to his ass as he walks out of your bedroom and carries your pups next door to their bedroom. Your mind drifts to the last time you and Dean had ‘alone time’ two months ago. You’d missed it; missed him, but you hadn’t been in the best of health for most of this pregnancy, and it’d been the last thing on either of your minds until now. And right now, you need him. Desperately.

You’d been surprised at how submissive Dean became in the bedroom when you were pregnant. It wasn't an Alpha tendency to let his Omega take control during sex, but something about you carrying his children made him soft and gentle, and allowed you to take what you wanted, how you wanted it.

“Oh, I know that look!” Dean chuckles as he comes back into your shared bedroom.

“Pants off and get your ass over here, Winchester!” you giggle, throwing your pyjama shorts at him.

“Yes, ma’am!” Dean smirks, quickly stripping off his clothes and climbing into bed.

As soon as he’s settled, you straddle his thighs and kiss him, shivering as his hands skim up your legs and tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and throwing it to the floor.

“I’ve missed this,” you sigh as you sink down on his length, moaning and rolling your eyes at the feeling of him stretching your walls.

Murmured voices wake you from a deep and peaceful sleep. There’s no suffocating but comforting heat surrounding you, so you know Dean is already up. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you climb out of your cosy nest and follow the murmuring into the kitchen.

“What are you doing up, sweetheart? You’re supposed to be on bed rest,” Dean says, although his tone isn’t as stern as you expect. Likely due to you reassuring him several times last night that you and the pup are fine.

“I heard voices,” you say, looking around at the faces smiling back at you. Jody, Donna, Jack, Rowena, Castiel, Eileen, and Sam – your whole extended pack are all huddled around in the kitchen. “What’s everyone doing here?”

“I asked them to come,” Rowena states. “I have information on the coven that needs all of your attention–”

“Except yours, Omega,” Dean states, his Alpha beginning to show its dominance to the pack. “You don’t need to be a part of this. You need to rest.”

“Oh, nonsense, Dean. Trust me, I am fluent in pregnant omega, and I can assure you that both Y/N and the baby are completely fine and healthy,” Rowena smiles knowingly, and you frown at her. “About to give birth, but completely fine.”

“I’m sorry, what?” you panic.

“That’s the other reason I asked everyone to come. You’re about to give birth, dear. The stars have aligned, and a little… something last night pushed you along, but all is as it should be. Now, let’s get you comfortable and settled,” Rowena soothes. “You need to save your energy. You’re in for a long day. This precious little girl will not be born under the sign of Taurus.”

“I’m sorry, what?” you repeat, feeling your heart begin to hammer.

“Omega, calm down,” Dean instructs, and instantly, you take a deep, controlled breath to lower your increasing heartbeat.

“She is meant to be a curious, intelligent, and witty little Gemini,” Rowena chuckles. “Funny, really, given that her brothers are twins!”

“But that’s–” you trail off with a frown.

“Sometime tomorrow, dearie, yes.” Rowena patiently placates you.

“But…” you look at your watch. “The sun is barely up.” The birth of the twins was long, and you’d hoped, based on everything everyone had told you, that things would go much quicker this time.

“Like I said, you’re in for a long day. Come, let’s get you in a warm bath to relax your cervix.”

“My… what?” You’re stunned. You’re not due for another month, and the news that your daughter is coming early is not what you expected when you woke up this morning, and you wonder if this is all a dream.

“I know you’re not officially due for another five weeks, but the fates never lie, dear. This baby is coming today… Well, tomorrow, but you know what I mean,” Rowena pauses, another knowing smile gracing her porcelain face as she waits patiently for you to catch up with everything she’s told you.

Your water breaks, and Rowena steps closer to you, taking your arm and guiding you towards the bathroom. “My bag, please, Dean,” she calls over her shoulder.

“Dean!” you yell, noticing he’s just as stunned as you are and has made no effort to follow you and Rowena.

“What? Oh… right. I’m coming.” He springs into action, grabbing Rowena’s bag as requested and following his wife and the witch down the hallway.

Dean hasn’t left your bedroom for hours. In the early stages, he’d go and play with the twins for short bursts of time, but as your contractions became closer together, he stayed in the room, pacing like a caged animal as he impatiently waited to meet the newest member of his pack.

You’d thought Rowena was playing a cruel joke on you when she said you wouldn’t give birth until the following day, but now, at nineteen hours into your labour, you are exhausted and more than ready for your daughter to make her way into the world.

In a sudden whirlwind of activity after such a slow build-up, you cling desperately to Dean as he whispers how proud he is of you, and Rowena continuously encourages you to push, telling you it’s almost over.

Before you’ve fully caught up with what’s happening, a high-pitched wail erupts through the otherwise still and silent bunker. All of the pain, tiredness, and frustration vanish in a second, and all you want is to hold your little girl.

“There we are, beautiful,” Rowena coos as she wraps the wriggling baby in a soft, pink blanket. “Time to meet your mummy!” The witch places the crying baby into your arms to start the scent bonding between you and your pup.

Knowing omegas are particularly protective and can be aggressive if disturbed before they’ve formed a bond with their children, Dean lets you be, staying back and watching on adoringly as you fuss over the little pink bundle in your arms.

“I’ll go and let the others know. They’ll be banging down the door in a minute if someone doesn’t go and see them,” Rowena smiles, watching as the baby stops crying. The initial bond between you both is now complete.

“Alpha,” you finally say, chuckling as Dean’s face lights up, knowing exactly what you’re going to say next, and yet, he waits until you say the words.

“Come and meet our daughter.”

Dean climbs onto the bed and carefully takes your daughter in his arms, starting the scent bonding process all over again, this time between Alpha and his daughter.

There’s a knock at your bedroom door, and Dean looks to you for permission to grant them entry to your nest—you and your baby’s safe haven. At your nod, Dean announces for them to enter, and you smile as the first visitor isn’t Sam as you expect, but Castiel.

“Rowena tells me the baby is beautiful like her mother and stubborn like her father,” he says as he walks slowly over to you. “Though I can’t speak for her stubbornness yet, she is very beautiful.”

“Thank you, Cass,” you beam.

“Would you allow me to bless your daughter?” the angel asks, and Dean once again looks to you for permission.

“Of course, Cass. Thank you,” you nod, giggling as you feel Dean’s anxiety levels rise at the possibility of his pup getting hurt.

“Easy, Alpha,” you soothe, placing your hand on his thigh. “This isn’t anything we and the boys haven’t already been through. She’ll be fine.”

“What is her name?” Cass asks, directing his question at Dean in an effort to help placate the tense Alpha.

“Joanna,” Dean smiles, feeling more and more at ease with every stroke of his Omega’s hand over his thigh.

“It is my pleasure to meet you, Joanna,” Cass says softly to the baby. “I can tell you’re feeling safe and happy in your father’s arms, and I promise you won’t feel anything.” The angel recites a prayer and a blessing, before bestowing the same angel wardings her parents, brothers, and uncle have.

“Of course, you’re already a daddy’s girl!” you chuckle softly, taking Joanna from Dean and looking her over to check she isn’t showing any signs of discomfort from the angel’s protection ritual.

“The twins are impatiently awaiting an introduction. Should I tell them they can come in, or do you need some more time to bond?” Cass asks, and you laugh again as Dean looks to you for permission, his puppy eyes almost rivalling his baby brother’s.

“Of course they can come in! They need to meet their little sister!” you giggle softly as you feel Dean’s relief, the protective Alpha desperate to have all of his pups in the same room to keep a better eye on those who mean the most to him.

Sam brings the yawning, heavy-eyed twins into your room. They hadn’t wanted to go to bed and miss the chance to meet their little sister, so they had fought valiantly to keep themselves awake. Their tiredness disappears as soon as they see the pink bundle of blankets in your arms, and they run over to your bed, carefully climb onto the mattress, and crawl closer, their eyes wide and already filled with love.

“Boys, this is Joanna,” you tell them, and smile encouragingly as Charlie moves closer.

“Hi, Joanna,” Charlie whispers. “I’m Charlie, your big brother!”

“And I’m Bobby. Your bigger brother. I’m six minutes older than Charlie!” your other son adds, and you and Dean share a chuckle before settling down into your nest to rest with your growing family.

You wake a few hours later, knowing on instinct it’s because Joanna is hungry. It’s a huge relief that you’ve bonded with your baby because you hadn’t really felt much from her until now, and with the twins, the connection was instant.

Feeding Joanna, you can’t help but smile. Yes, you’re tired and sore, and you know it’s not going to be easy running around after three kids, but you’re happy. And that’s all that matters, because a few years ago, you couldn’t even imagine this would be your future, but now, even though the road was long and bumpy, you have all you need.

The End

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