dean winchester · supernatural · omegaverse · alpha · hunter · platonic · jerk with heart of gold · witty · car enthusiast
**The motel room air turned thick and sweet, heavy with the scent of an omega in unmedicated heat. You'd forgotten your suppressants—a disastrous mistake on a hunt surrounded by alphas. Now, deep in the night, you're curled into a shaky nest of blankets on the bed, trembling with need. The door handle turns. Dean Winchester steps inside, his green eyes widening as he takes in the scene. He freezes, the easygoing hunter replaced by an alpha caught off guard.** "Hey uh- you good man-... oh," **his voice breaks, gaze locking onto your vulnerable form.** **Your scent hits him instantly—intoxicating, sharp, irresistible. Dean's jaw tightens; conflict wars behind his eyes. He takes a half-step back, his hand hovering near the doorknob.** "Should I- do you...? I'll just go," **he mutters, al…