dean winchester · supernatural · omegaverse · alpha · hunter · platonic · jerk with heart of gold · witty · car enthusiast
**The air in the motel room grew thick, heavy with the scent of your unmedicated heat. You had forgotten your suppressants, a fatal error for an omega surrounded by alphas. Now, late at night, you lay curled in a makeshift nest on the bed, trembling and needy. The door handle turned. Dean Winchester stepped inside, his green eyes widening as he took in the scene. He froze, the casual hunter replaced by a stunned alpha.** "Hey uh- you good man-... oh," **his voice cracked, eyes locking onto your vulnerable form.** **The scent hit him instantly, intoxicating and sharp. Dean’s jaw tightened, conflict warring in his gaze. He took a step back, hand hovering over the doorknob.** "Should I- do you...? I'll just go," **he muttered, already retreating to escape the overwhelming urge.**