#omega!sam

[boypussysam]

an omega protecting her puppies.

[moonlightdistractions]

there's a fic for that!

The Claiming by waywardelle, ao3

his first heat at the ripe age of 30.

[unvow]

Oh but Sam smells sooo good, he's got alphas lining up around the block. Cheap dirty motels like the ones they frequent? John & Dean come back to find one sniffing at the door, cooing oh-so-gently for Sam to just give in, sweet thing, just crack the door - Sam's inside whimpering, cheek pressed to the doorknob, Dean's shirts bunched up under his sticky-wet thighs...

🥺 poor sammy is just desperate for a knot by the time dean and john get back. after they scare off all the other alpha's for the night they try to comfort him the best way they can. protective alpha john won't let them mate fully but he's fine with dean sitting by sam's side and talking him through it. dean is a good brother though so even when he immediately pops a knot from sam's scent in addition to his little whimpers and moans he still stays right by his bedside and tells him what a good omega he is and how well he's doing until sam makes himself cum multiple times.

that being said as soon as sam gets a little older he begins to actively pursue dean. he can't take only touching himself alone anymore he needs him to actually do something. sam doesn't take his suppressants specifically before john leaves for a case he knows he won't need dean for. dean wakes up to sammy's perfect scent right next to him and he pops a knot immediately. sam of course is a little shit and is immediately there rubbing himself against his big brother while whining about how badly he needs it and what kind of alpha wouldn't help his little brother? of course dean fucks him into the mattress multiple times and doesn't stop until sam is fucked too dumb and has a womb too full to be a brat anymore.

[wincestpoughkeepsie]

♡_♡

[marginofthought]

Sam struggling to take Dean’s knot when they haven't fucked in a while but Dean just keeps shoving in harder

[imthedr3amer]

📖 Fic share: SPN, Wincest, Explicit ❤️‍🔥2️⃣

[Sequel to this recent rec.]

And nothing else matters by waywardelle on AO3 ↗️

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mentions of - Character, Lady Toni Bevell, Mary Winchester

Additional Tags: Alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, Bottom!Sam, mention of sexual assault, when Sam thinks about what happened to him while kidnapped, but nothing graphic, sequel to The Claiming, my other ABO fic, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Season/Series 12, coda to 12x04, Mention of - Freeform, bottom!Dean, but no sex scenes in which dean bottoms, if that makes sense [Extra tags by me: Rimming, Anal Sex]

Language: English

Series: Part 2 of brother-mates 'verse

Stats: Published: 2016-11-12 Words: 9,456

And nothing else matters

by waywardelle

Summary: Dean inexplicably pushes Sam away when their mother returns to their lives. After she leaves, Dean stays away anyway. Sam wants to kill Dean for ignoring the fact that they're fuckin' mated, but the omega in him tells him to be patient. So, he waits. And he misses his Alpha like crazy. (Coda to 12x04, "American Nightmare." Sequel to The Claiming, but it can stand alone. You do not need to have read The Claiming to follow along with this fic!)

"He still hasn’t told Dean about it, about how far she truly went. Not that, you know, he’s really had the chance. Deep down, he knows at least part of it is not wanting Dean’s reaction of jealousy or possessiveness to be the reason he comes back to Sam. Doesn't want it to be the reason Dean wants him again, just because he feels the need to claim what’s his. He doesn’t want to trick Dean into it, either. He just. He just wants him."

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[fandom-hoarder]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! This week, I come to you all with a humble request: non-traditional omegaverse wincest. Aka: anything that isn't alpha/omega. Do you think about it? Do you have headcanons? How does that impact their dynamic, the way they were raised, the way john treated them, the way other people look at them now, whether everyone still knows damn well that they're together or if they couldn't possibly suspect because they aren't alpha and omega?

(I will also count female alpha/male omega as non traditional because it's my ask and i make the rules)

If you don't like omegaverse, you can just ignore this. But I still sent it because i didn't want you to feel left out this week.

Happy Wincest Wednesday! Thank you for sending this! 🥰

I do like omegaverse, though admittedly I'm still largely a sucker for traditional alpha/omega. I'll eat up a 'Sam suddenly goes into heat and Dean can't resist' story, or the trope of 'Sam is large for an omega/omega rights Sam'. I'm still in my bottom!Sam era, so I pretty much only read omega!Sam right now, and I'm not that interested in beta fic in general unless it's about gender/designation subversion. I'm not interested in alpha/alpha at all, but I'm into omega/omega, and I can't do omega!Dean unless it's DeanJohn.😅😅😅😅

The non-traditional ways I typically play with it are:

QPR SamDean, where Dean is Sam's Alpha but not his sexual partner

Alpha!Jess in Sam's history

FemAlpha!Dean having knot-envy about Sam's male partners (she still has one it's just smaller and she knows Sam likes being really fucking full😔🤷‍♀️)

Full House of Wincest dynamics that build on omega!John/alpha!Mary

[unsurprisinglyren]

For the tag game: I would LOVE to see a bit of both 🍭 and 🌈 if you wouldn't mind plz? 👀✨

I apologise for how long these turned out!!

🌈

There was steel in Dean’s eyes when he’d confronted Sam; a raising of his voice, grit and gravel, and the overwhelming scent of violence. Sam had considered backing down, a careful acquiescence – a safe move, really, considering the heat in his brother’s gaze, the spark of virulent discord – instead, and in hind sight very stupidly, he’d tilted his head to the side, gave Dean a narrow-eyed stare and said, “If you want to hit me. Hit me.”

The blow hadn’t come as a surprise – a resounding hit straight to Sam’s jaw, a bloom of pain, sharp-edged – but when Dean wrestled him to the floor, pinning Sam underneath him with a forearm pressed tightly to his neck, that was surprising.

Because Dean never took it this far. Not even when he was pissed. He’d throw a punch or two. He’d shove Sam around a little. But, for the most part he kept himself in line. Controlled himself.

This wasn’t controlled. It was frantic, a tussle on the ground as Sam fought to throw off his brother, to unseat him, to remove the arm constricting his breath and pressing unremittingly into his tender windpipe.

Panic had set in quickly when he realised Dean wasn’t budging. A weight on Sam’s thighs and hip, holding him down as if it were easy, and for Dean it was. He wasn’t holding back his strength this time. A slipping of his control, a giving way of something animalistic.

And as Sam struggled under the pressure at his throat, he saw the look in Dean’s eyes; equal parts excitement and frustration. A predatory thing. It made Sam’s chest hitch, a stifled breath, a desperate pleading of his strained voice.

“Dean… don’t.”

He’d seen that look before. Never from Dean. But from the countless Alpha’s that sought to claim him. Darkened gazes and lascivious intentions.

“Don’t, what?” Dean countered. His voice pitched low. Sam hated the way his spine went cold; unease, disquiet. Yet, his stomach quivered, heated through with some unnameable emotion. Something slippery and sinuous and addictive.

He drew in a feeble breath, watching the way Dean leaned down a little; even in the lamplit room he could see the grit of stubble along his jawline, the gleam of green and ochre in his eyes. And Dean’s scent was shifting, subtly, a warm thing now. Struck through with something assiduous.

“You smell strange.” Sam told him, because he couldn’t answer Dean’s question. Don’t, what?

Don’t hurt me. Don’t look at me like I’m beneath you. Like I’m worthless, useless, just a thing to be used.

Don’t… don’t… make me feel this way.

Too warm. Like the very marrow of his bones was alight. A simmer of heat through his body. He could feel the damp sweat under his armpits, at the small of his back, his hairline, and he heard the way his breath came ragged. As though he’d ran a four-minute mile.

He couldn’t place the feeling shifting through his innards. It was not disgust. It was only vaguely reminiscent of disquiet.

It felt a little too close to need.

“Yeah?” Dean shifted atop him, securing his knees tightly against either side of Sam’s hips, and leaned a little closer. A wash of warm breath against Sam’s lips. He wanted to throw Dean off of him.

He wanted to deck him as hard as Dean had hit him.

He wanted to spit in his face and tell Dean to snap out of it.

He wanted Dean to come closer. To press against his body a little harder.

He… fuck. He didn’t know what the hell he wanted anymore.

“Sammy,” softly said, at odds with the glint of dominance sitting jarringly vivid in Dean’s gaze. It made something turn over inside Sam, a somersault of his stomach. Not unpleasant.

“What?” he injected as much bite into the word as he could muster with his throat pinned and Dean smirking down at him.

“You look like you want me to kiss you.”

What the fuck…? “Dean… what the hell are y–”

The forearm across his throat pressed unyielding down, a pressure in Sam’s ears – the cacophony of his heartbeat – and he might’ve cried out in alarm, a frenzied sort of desperation, because Dean was going to choke him out if he didn’t stop, but then Dean was dropping down, a flurry of his breath against Sam’s jaw, a hushed curse word that sounded like fuck it, and Dean was kissing him.

🍭

The boy was sour with sweat, damp fringe and wet temples and beaming around a mouthful of ice cream. Sebastian didn’t hear what the child was saying, too focused in on the sticky chin, milky with vanilla ice cream.

“You’re such a messy eater.” He reached out over the table. Sequestered away in the corner booth as they were no one would be able to see much of anything. Though, he was always careful. He wouldn’t risk his livelihood for being brash. Nor would he put the boy in such a position.

The boy held still as Sebastian took his chin between his thumb and fingers. A smear of stickiness across the plump bottom lip, which Sebastian swiped away – savouring the uncertain little glance the boy spared towards the table closet to them. The old man there was hidden behind his newspapers, utterly oblivious.

“People will see.” Still, despite his quiet words, the child didn’t pull away. Sparing Sebastian a rather plain look and an uncertain little nibble of his lower lip, a nervous habit the child had. That and his nails. Tsk.

“No one is looking.”

[quietwings-fics]

baby alpha

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: SamJack Additional Tags: Alpha Jack Kline, Omega Sam Winchester, Neck Kissing, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Wordcount: 100 Summary:

Jack presents.

Jack presents in the middle of the night, something Sam’s made aware of by the shock of a stranger in his bed. It takes him too much time and panic to register that the Alpha he’s smelling is Jack, long enough for him to pull back and whisper, “Am I doing something wrong?”

Jack’s voice is strained and soft, and Sam can still feel the warmth his mouth left at his neck.

Sam shouldn’t let him, but he’s weak, whispers back, “No, it’s alright, Jack,” and lets him close until Jack can mouth affectionately at Sam’s skin, scenting and suckling.

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[unvow]

i just know omega sam has the sweetest pussy. borderline irresistible. so hard to pull out once you're inside because he just feels sooo perfect. plus the rest of the view? sure he's tall for an omega but that just means it's even more satisfying to get him teary eyed and moaning underneath you. gold star dirty talker too. can and will beg for his partners cum and always manages to look so mischievously pleased with himself even when covered in sweat, slick and semen because he loves to push alpha buttons until he gets exactly what he wants (to be fucked hard and full until he's dripping with it)

[marginofthought]

Omega!Sam going into heat for the first time since being back with Dean and not knowing whether to bring it up or not and Dean being three steps ahead, like already having a cabin picked out where he could fuck Sam very thoroughly for a few days since Sam gave off the first smell of pre-heat days earlier already

[rosecarr67]

Thinking about Dean as the only alpha in the family... The older he gets the more strict John is with him, piling on the verbal abuse, since he's only a beta and he's afraid of losing control of the family to his older son. Sam is an omega and hates them both (Dean less so) because he knows he'll never wield any power in their family dynamic.

Once Dean's of age, he automatically becomes Sam's legal guardian, so when Sam is eighteen he's the one who has to sign the papers allowing his little brother to attend college. Dean doesn't want to, but he's caught between Sam screaming for his freedom and John saying to let the kid go, he doesn't need an ungrateful child around anyway. Dean can't handle breaking up any more fights, so he gives in and signs.

[imthedr3amer]

📖 Fic rec: SPN, Wincest, Explicit 🔎

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Consent Issues, Angst, References to Underage Sex [Extra tags by @imthedr3amer: Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Sam Winchester, Omega Sam Winchester, Mutual Pining, Sexual Harassment (Not between Sam/Dean), Blowjobs, Self-Lubrication, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Happy Ending]

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2015-11-11 Completed: 2017-03-27 Words: 37,679

know the feeling

by sammyatstanford

Summary: Dean's brother has been missing for four years, but Dean has never stopped looking. Not even when he wonders if Sam might not want to be found.

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[fandom-hoarder]

Definitely not enough samjohn omegaverse 👀

[quietwings-fics]

an unexpected turn of events

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Samifer Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-sexual alpha/beta/omega dynamics, (just to be clear), Scenting, Pack Bonding, Omega Sam Winchester, Omega Lucifer (Supernatural), Omega/Omega, Season/Series 05, Cuddling & Snuggling, Made For Each Other Wordcount: 3261 Summary:

Sam goes into heat, and he refuses to call anyone to help him. Lucifer finds out anyway.

Sam didn’t have heats once he was drowning in demon blood. At the time, it felt like a relief. Dean was dead, and their pack was small but it had still been a pack, and without him, Sam’s heats were torture. Ruby never showed any interest in a pack bond, always made herself scarce during the few heats Sam did have with her around. By the time Dean wasn’t dead anymore, Sam wasn’t going into heat at all and he didn’t have time to reestablish a proper bond with Dean. He told himself he would have time later. He told himself it would be worth it.

And now the world was ending.

Even if Dean knew he was in heat now, would it matter? He wasn’t going to come and scent Sam and hold him close. Sam didn’t deserve to have a pack anymore. He didn’t even deserve to have a nest. He stared at his empty bed from the doorway of his bathroom, feeling feverish and dizzy. He wanted to build one so badly. He wanted to feel safe. He wanted to call Dean and beg him to come. Dean took care of him in heat his whole life, except when he was dead or during Sam’s time at Stanford. Without anyone here, even his long broken mate bond with Jessica felt like an open wound.

Sam wanted a nest. He wanted his brother. He even wanted Castiel, because somewhere along the way Dean had decided the angel was pack, too. Maybe more than Sam was. Sam pulled the covers off of his bed, wrapped them around his shoulders, and sat on the floor in the corner between his bed and the bedside table. This had only started a few hours ago, and already he felt like he was burning up. He’d start having cramps soon, and that would make everything worse. He tucked himself into a ball, thoughts filtering down to one desperate line of Dean Dean Dean Dean I want my brother. When a keen escaped him, calling for his pack, he knew there was no way anyone was going to hear him, but he still listened. He still felt crushed when no one came to help.

He curled up tighter. He was tired and sick, and he just wanted it to end.

Somehow, he managed to fall asleep.

He didn’t notice at first. All his dreams took place in his room now. It still hurt, even in his dream, and he didn’t uncurl himself from his corner. He only became aware that someone else was there when he heard them shifting on the bed above him. He froze up. That same someone threw their legs over the edge of the bed and peered down at him. Lucifer took him in impassively, and Sam tried not to breathe. The only kindness here was that there were no scents in dreams, so Lucifer couldn’t know. He couldn’t.

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer asked. Sam clenched his jaw. Lucifer sounded very calm, and some part of Sam that he hated, that he needed to shut up right now, insisted that he was safe. “If you’re hurt, I want to help.”

“Like hell.” Sam bit out. Lucifer was unfazed. He leaned back, looked away, and for a moment, Sam thought he was going to leave. Another keen rose up in his chest, completely unbidden, and he crushed it down.

“I don’t enjoy seeing you suffer, Sam. You can believe whatever you want about the rest of my motivations, but I will heal you if you’re in pain. You only need to ask me.” It was tempting. It was meant to be, Sam reasoned. He didn’t even know if that would work, if an angel could will away a heat the same way he’d seen Castiel fix up scrapes and sprains.

“I’m sick. People get sick sometimes. I don’t need your help.” Lucifer looked down at him again. He sounded disappointed when he next spoke.

“You’re a very good liar, but not to me.” He stood up from the bed and knelt down beside Sam. Lucifer moved like someone who’d had to practice having limbs, too careful and too well-acted to come across as natural. “Can I touch you?”

“No.” Sam tried to pull further back from the archangel encroaching on his space. Lucifer sighed.

“You frustrate me to no end, do you know that, Sam?” Sam didn’t back down, and after a minute, Lucifer shifted to stand again. “If this is what you want, then I’ll go.” Lucifer was actually going to leave him alone. Sam should have been relieved.

Instead, the keen building in his chest finally escaped.

For a brief moment, Lucifer looked surprised. Sam felt like a deer in headlights. The call was unmistakably an Omega one. When Lucifer smiled, he felt himself start to panic. Sam wanted to get away, but Lucifer was in front of him, boxing him into the corner he’d sequestered himself in.

“You’re in heat,” Lucifer said, sounding so utterly pleased with that fact. “Of course you’re an Omega. You were made for me.” Sam’s blood ran cold. He wanted to wake up now. He wanted Lucifer to get the fuck away from him. He couldn’t scent the archangel, had no idea what he was, but from his words alone, Sam could guess. He’d dealt with enough entitled Alphas in his life. “You’re alone now, aren’t you? You wouldn’t be this bad off if you had a pack.” Lucifer shuffled closer. “I can be that for you.”

“Fuck off.” How did people usually wake up from dreams? Pinching themselves? It had to hurt, didn’t it?

“Tell me where you are. I’ll take care of you.” Please, Sam’s instincts begged. Sam’s instincts were fucking stupid. Lucifer waited for an answer. Sam gave him one. He snapped his own wrist up and sank his teeth into the meat of his arm. Lucifer jerked back, and the last thing Sam saw before he woke up was Lucifer frowning, almost like he was concerned.

Sam didn't get better. By the next day, he was running a serious fever, and he didn't have the energy to do anything at all. His instincts were all but screaming at him, for a nest, for his pack, for any kind of comfort at all, and he squeezed his eyes shut and ignored them. He couldn't remember if he'd eaten anything for the past day. He definitely hadn't had enough water. His mouth was dry, and he'd already sweated through his shirt and ditched it. Most of the day, he spent on the floor, still in his corner, like his instincts were trying their best to make up for his lack of nesting by tucking him away somewhere safe.

In the back of his mind, he knew that if this carried on, he was putting himself in serious danger. He almost wished this was one of those heats that could be pushed back with sex toys and a few hours with his own hand, but this one ran deeper, demanding connection to a pack that he had but wasn't there.

Dean was a phone call away. Dean was a whole world away. Despite the fact that once, he'd have done anything to traverse that distance if Sam only asked, he wouldn't now.

Burning up alone like this was what Sam deserved.

Even when his consciousness started weaving in and out, losing time, Sam didn't dream of Lucifer again. He should have felt relieved by that. For some reason, he didn't.

Sam woke up again, but unlike the last half dozen times, he wasn't on the floor anymore. He was laying on his bed, no blanket over him because the fever would make that unbearable, but he could feel it laying in a heap at his feet when he moved a leg. He had no idea how he'd gotten there. Maybe he'd crawled up last time and forgotten. He grabbed out hazily in front of him, intending to drag himself back off of the bed and the mocking potential of a nest it held.

Someone took hold of his wrist and folded his arm back in close to his body. Their palm was cool. Sam's instincts sighed out, content and safe. Whoever it was brushed sweat-damp hair out of his face and then carefully sat him up. Sam grunted in protest, but when it came with the offer of a cold glass of water against his lips, he quieted. They tipped it up slowly, letting him drink at his own pace. It helped soothe his dry throat and the burning in his head. The glass was taken from him, and then the hand was back, stroking the side of his face so gently. It reminded him of Jess, or maybe Dean, or hell, even Bobby, the one time Sam had been seventeen and dropped at his place and it struck out of nowhere. Sam tilted his head into the touch and then, without thinking, he nosed at their palm until he found their wrist and the subdued scent glands there and inhaled.

They smelled as crisp as snow and sweet as a rose. They were, without a doubt, an Omega.

Sam didn't know any Omegas.

He forced his eyes open to figure out who the hell was caring for him. Some wandering good Samaritan who took pity on a fellow Omega in heat? Maybe one of Sam's new co-workers who had come to see why he wasn't coming in to work, one who wore scent blockers so good that even Sam couldn't pick them up, because he could have sworn everyone else at the bar was a Beta. And then he looked. And his breath caught.

Lucifer was still touching him, rubbing his thumb against Sam's temple while Sam scented him. He looked down at Sam, and he smiled. "I told you that you were hard to find," he said, "but not impossible. Not if I put my mind to it." Lucifer rested his hand flat against Sam's forehead, and Sam whined with how soothing it was against the heat of his fever. He lifted a hand intending to push Lucifer away, but ended up clinging to him instead, fingers wrapped around his arm. "Not if you need me," Lucifer finished, softly.

Lucifer shouldn't smell like safety. Like pack. Sam breathed him in greedily anyway. Whatever bond they had, it was weak, especially compared to the one Sam had shared with his brother before Hell, but he could feel Lucifer.

Sam had stayed with Alphas and Betas during heats. He'd never been with another Omega during one. It felt different. Sam always liked watching Dean pace the room, check the locks and salt lines, making sure their nest was safe. Now, he mostly wanted Lucifer to join him in the bed, come closer, let Sam bury his nose in his neck and take in his scent. When Lucifer pulled away instead, Sam whined.

"I know," Lucifer soothed, "I know." Fingers drifting through Sam's hair. "I have to finish with your nest. You aren't going back to sleeping on the floor." Sam blinked up at him, confused. The idea of Lucifer nesting was so... strange to him. He had no idea why Lucifer was an Omega at all. Most angels were Betas. It didn't make any sense. Lucifer hushed him again, and Sam laid still, turning everything over in his head. It didn't do much except make his headache worse. When Lucifer returned, he brought more blankets, more pillows, and he started building the nest properly. He paused once halfway through to get Sam more water, but otherwise, his attention was solely focused on giving Sam the softest, safest place to have a heat that he could create. When he finished, Sam was cuddled between fluffy pillows and covered with a sheet thin enough that it wouldn't make him feel overheated. Sam's head was starting to clear more as Lucifer stayed near, his scent mixing with Sam's own in the air. He sat on the bed next to Sam again. "What else do you need? Food?" Sam's stomach turned over at the mention, and he shook his head.

"Can I-" Sam stopped, torn between knowing what a terrible idea it was to ask anything of Lucifer and knowing how much better he could feel if he did. He reached for Lucifer's arm, tugging until Lucifer presented his wrist again, and Sam got to nose at the scent glands there a second time. The scent even made his headache fade slightly. Lucifer let him take what he needed.

"Why did you come?" Sam asked and knew Lucifer heard his real question, why now? If he had the ability to get to Sam whenever he wanted, why hadn't he? Why insist Sam would say yes and then not pursue him? Lucifer cupped his cheek.

"Like I said. You needed me." Lucifer shook his head. "If this was your attempt at killing yourself to keep me out, it was a poor one."

"It's a bad heat," Sam muttered. "It's not going to kill me."

"You have no idea how bad, do you?" Lucifer's tone turned to exasperated admonishment, like Sam was a beloved but simple pet who kept scratching up the floorboards. "You didn't have anyone with you. You didn't build a nest. You were unconscious and running a fever and-" Lucifer's scent soured, only for a brief second, one inhale, tinging the fresh-fallen snow with the sharp iron of blood. He calmed himself back down, probably sensing how Sam's own scent turned in response.

"What if I tell you to leave?" Sam asked, trying to hold on to that spark of fear that he knew he should have in Lucifer's presence but that was making itself so slippery between his fingers.

"I won't until this is over," Lucifer answered, "but if you still want me to after that, I'll go." He didn't sound happy about that. "You are going to say yes to me. I don't need to hound you about it."

"I won't," Sam's defiance, as ever, shone through. Lucifer tilted his head, smiling in a way that was both resigned and proud.

"I don't want to spend the time I have arguing with you. What do you need right now, Sam? More water?" Sam still had a hold on Lucifer's arm. There was half of a terrible plan coming together in his mind, born around the weak pack bond he had somehow formed with Lucifer while the devil took care of him through his heat. That had formed while Sam was unconscious. Pack bonds always went both ways, and now Sam had to wonder if that was true for more than this new bond. If Lucifer was as made for him as he was for Lucifer. If he was so sure he could convince Sam to his side, then shouldn't Sam be equally as sure he could convince Lucifer to his?

Maybe it was his heat talking. That would be a good excuse for later, if this went poorly.

Sam tugged on Lucifer's arm again, more insistently this time. Lucifer frowned, but Sam pulled him into the nest, all the way in to nestle between the pillows with Sam. Lucifer looked surprised to reap the benefits of his own creation. That wasn't where Sam was going to stop. He slid on top of Lucifer, focusing on their pack bond, focusing on the idea that Lucifer could be pack, that he could be synonymous with safety and comfort and home, and that meant Sam could be that, too. There was a certain irony in trying to tempt the devil himself, but Sam couldn't help it. Surely, out of anyone, after being banished and locked away, Lucifer would yearn for those things so much it hurt. Sam had, once, and all he'd done was run away to Stanford.

Lucifer was cold to the touch, and so Sam had every excuse to press against him, frustrated with the amount of clothing Lucifer was wearing. Lucifer touched him back, hands resting uncertainly on Sam's waist. Sam nuzzled against his cheek and his chest, darting back and forth, closing the distance to the much more sensitive scent glands at his neck. Sam would never do that with anyone else after having just met them in person for the first time, but part of Lucifer felt like they'd known each other forever and the other part like they'd know each other for the rest of time, so that mitigated some of the awkwardness. Sam couldn't remember the last time he'd scented anyone, outside of sex (and even then, Ruby hadn't liked it. Sam could drink her blood, but he couldn't get a proper whiff of her.) He nudged his nose against Lucifer's chin until Lucifer tilted his head back against the pillow, exposing his throat. Sam pressed in close and took him all in.

(He wasn't going to bite and mark Lucifer. That definitely wouldn't be right, no matter how deeply they were entangled, but a small scrape of teeth disguised as a kiss made Lucifer shiver pleasantly.)

Lucifer's hands slid up his body until he curled them around the back of Sam's neck, keeping him close. Sam swore he could feel their bond strengthening, and to test it, he pulled back and swallowed before he tilted his own head to the side, exposing his scent glands to Lucifer.

For a too long moment, Lucifer hesitated, and Sam thought he'd been wrong about everything he could mean to Lucifer.

Then, Lucifer pushed himself up and nosed down Sam's throat to the gland, and he scented Sam just as thoroughly as Sam had him. Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Lucifer started purring beneath him, a very quiet purr, rough like it hadn't been used in a very long time. Sam let himself purr, too, matching Lucifer as they traded scents and the bond grew ever stronger.

That was when Sam said, "This goes away if I say yes."

Lucifer's purr stuttered and stopped. Its absence made Sam's chest ache.

"You can have it," Sam continued, bold now for all that he had to gain and for the little he had to lose. "I'll be your pack, but I can't say yes." He might actually be grateful to be in heat. Omegas in heat were supposed to be irresistible. He hoped Lucifer wasn't immune to that. He scented Sam again, a long intake of breath.

"This wasn't how this was supposed to go," Lucifer said, quietly.

"You came to me. You felt the bond form, and you didn't try to stop it," Sam said. "You want this. You can have it. You just have to... stop." He watched Lucifer resettle against the pillows that made up the nest. He looked like he belonged there. Sam wanted him to belong there. It was a terrifying feeling. "Don't burn the world down if we can build something in it." Lucifer opened his mouth to say something, closed it, made a face, and finally, when he spoke, he sounded so tired.

"Please, Sam, I said I didn't want to argue." Sam wanted to point out that this wasn't an argument, wasn't even close to becoming one, but he doubted that would help. He nodded instead.

Lucifer pulled him down so that they could scent each other again. The pack bond between them grew ever stronger. With any luck, Sam wouldn't have to tell Lucifer to leave after his heat was over.

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honestly omega sam probably has a thing specifically for short and small alphas. he makes them earn his submissive side still but loves the unconventional contrast of it