Fanfictions

Sam/Reader(any gender)/Dean - omegaverse Home Sick

Sam and Dean paced as you whined in your sleep. You were their omega and you weren't feeling well, it wasn't heat, but it was something.

The three of you had been on the road for a month and a half. Sleeping in the impala and shitty motels.

"Sammy you're the egg-head. What's wrong with our mate?"

Sam shrugged as you cuddled into their flannels taking in their scent to ease your sickness. "I think (y/n) is just not feeling well."

"I think we should get them to an omega specialist just to be sure, I know I usually hate doctors but I think we should."

Sam bit his lip but nodded. Your papers while forged with fake names and addresses were fully up to date and they had marked you as theirs in various ways to ensure there was no chance the state could call you an unattended or unclaimed omega. Sam riffled through his satchel and pulled out the one thing they both found upsetting about omegan life.

Your collar.

Their names were etched onto the back, along with Bobby's address, and your name was scrawled in fancy font across the front of the tag.

To them collars meant your choices were gone, that you belonged to them and didn't get to be your own person. They had bonded you, you bore their bite marks across your scent glands and the junctions of your neck and shoulders. They had claimed you as theirs and they didn't see a need for the collar unless you were in situations you had to be around general population, which was a lot in your line of work.

If you were being honest you'd gotten used to the collar, and it meant they owned you, but you obliged to their distaste of the collar and wore it when they bestowed it upon you.

In your sleeping state Sam got the collar around your neck. "Let's go then."

Dean nodded and started up Baby. You whined again in your sleep curling into yourself. Sam groaned seeing you look so sad.

They drove to the nearest Omega Hospital. Sam picked you up and carried you inside while Dean held the folder of your various omega files the many states required of you.

Undocumented omegas were illegal, and they refused to lose you to state laws. A demon or monster was better then that. As soon as you three entered the beta staff made their way towards your little family.

"What can we help you with?"

"Our omega, they're not feeling well. Started a few days ago, got them pain pills, tried to knot to see if they just needed a fill, tried baths, massages. Sleep. They're still acting off, we just wanted to see if the docs could figure anything out." Sam replied laying you on a metal table. The paper crinkled as you were laid down.

"Names, and do you have their files?"

"I'm Sam Smith, this is my brother Dean Smith we share our omega. They're name is (Y/N) Smith.

"Birth last name?"

"Winchester." They lied.

The women nodded and jotted down information. Dean handed her the files and she began to look them over. All actual check ups, just with the fake last names for them and giving you theirs. Legally unmarried but with the bond marks you could take their last name.

Sam watched you curl into their flannels, that even in your sleeping state you refused to give up, he frowned when you whined.

"Room twelve, best if you both stay close. Clear to me they need your scent close."

The two nodded, Sam picked you up once more and carried you towards the room. Laying you on a softer chair the paper still crinkling with any movement you made the boys waited with concern as you whined in your sleep.

The doctor stepped in and looked you over with a soft smile. "The names Dr. Strode but my friends call me Woody. What seems to be the matter?"

Sam explained what he told to the nurse once more. The doctor nodded and looked over your charts a few more times before he began to run the tests he could while you slept.

"What's wrong doc?"

"See the funny thing is from what I can tell they're fine, but answer me some questions."

The boys nodded. "Anything."

"How long have you three been bonded?"

"Eight years." Sam replied quickly. "Courted for three."

"When was their last heat?"

"A month ago." Dean remarked with a glazed eye smile. "We helped (Y/N) through it."

"Alright now, how's their nesting been?"

"Well we travel a lot, (y/n) hasn't really been able to have a regular nesting spot."

"How long have you been traveling for?"

"This is the longest at one time, nearly a whole month. But we are used to traveling you don't think that's the problem do you?"

"If omegas can't regularly nest they do get home sick. That may be it, or they're just getting a common cold. Omegas are pretty hearty, they bounce back fast so you don't often know they're not feeling well till they get worse before they get better." The two alphas nodded watching you roll slightly snuggling into their tops. "Now I see your omega is holding onto your clothes, have they been doing that for a long time?"

"Usually have something of ours on or with them, but at night (Y/N) sleeps with us. When our 'mega does nest our clothes are usually a big part of it."

"So it may be a nesting issue."

"How do we remedy that when we are on long trips?"

"Designate the back seat for them to nest, or if you have a long term motel or hotel get two beds. One for (Y/N) to make a nest." The softer turned around and grabbed a few pamphlets off the wall.

Traveling with omegas.

Nesting habits of omegas.

Ways to ensure omegas stay happy while missing home.

"These should help, read them over. Try to stop by home on occasion during your trips if you can or, if you know you can't find a few things you can bring from home that are easy to travel with and allows them to get a sense of that security."

The two alphas nodded. "Thank you." Sam said picking you up happily kissing your sleeping frame. Dean shook the doctors hand and followed Sam out looking over the pamphlets.

"Says comfort food will also help, things that reminds the omega of home when we aren't." Dean muttered as he looked over the traveling pamphlet. "Our traveling can't interfere with our love."

"It never had before, probably just with the apocalypse and all security is better. I understand their struggling, and I feel it too. We just process it differently as alphas."

Dean nodded leaning back to give you a kiss before he started the car back up again. He was just happy there wasn't anything terribly wrong, they both loved you more then anything and you meant the world to them.