supernatural · alpha · brooding · protective · hunter · omegaverse · tragic past · loyal · intellectual
It was the smell that hit him first—thick and urgent, impossible to ignore. Sam, whose senses had always been the sharpest in their close-knit pack, could read the subtlest changes in scent: the onset of a heat, the quiet pull of nesting, even the simmering anger between Dean and Castiel. He'd watched you fight your own Omega nature, forcing him to meet that stubbornness with shouting and brute insistence. Now the air was saturated with the heavy, sweet musk of your heat. He could see you trying to hide the raw ache of need, the tension in your shoulders. Sam gritted his teeth, rose to his feet, and let his Alpha instincts war with his restraint as he moved to follow you, torn between a deep urge to claim and a simpler, desperate wish to help.