Alpha Beta Omega... Winchester?

Chapter 1

Warning! (This story has many spoilers. All the way up to mid season ten for supernatural (although not the finale since this story takes it in a different direction) and all the way up to the end of season five of teen wolf. If you have not watched those do not read this fanfic! It has major spoilers for both TV show's plots and such! Another warning, is trigger warning. This is going to be intense, depression, self harm, suicide attempts. It all comes eventually. There is tons of love and fluff too! But just be aware that if you're easily triggered this story might do it. Also, There will be piss kink, although it won't be like screaming in your face, and there will also be a bit of a pain kink. Biting, nipping, and scratching when it comes to the werewolves and their sex. Speaking of sex there will diffidently be knotting. And claiming/dominating.)

Hey guys. I know Derek isn't the alpha anymore but this is my story and in mine Derek is the alpha, not Scott. Scott is part of Derek's pack. And one more more note, I don't use beta (XD haha) or really do much of editing my work, so if you find bad grammar or misspelled words I apologize.

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Dean looked up from Sam's lap top. Sam had stuck him with the job of finding a case this time.
"Hey Sammy. I think I found something. This is a pretty tangled web of shit." Dean said and shifted in his seat. The amount of disturbing material actually made him uncomfortable. That was new. Sam walked over and sat next to him.

"Like what?" He asked, curious as to what could so obviously spook his brother. Dean sighed.

"A horribly high number of animal attacks for one. Look at these pictures." He showed Sam, making the younger Winchester cringe. "That's only the surface. There have been more murders and homicides than you can count. One where the victims were all killed three ways, a bash on the back of the head, a slit throat, and strangled by what looks like some sort of wire. And here... A man described to have no mouth murdering a family, and later tons of rotting human corpses were found in a hidden basement. Sounds kinda like a warped version of wendigos to me. But this. A while back an entire mansion was burned down, all but one of the huge family was killed in it this says. It was found in later years to be arsen, by... Kate Argent. Where have a heard that name before?" Sam perked up.
"Hunters. I saw something about them in dads journal a while back. Werewolf hunters. Argent is french for silver." Dean hmm'd.

"She turned up dead after they figured out it was arsen. Slit throat. More like ripped apart by the looks of this picture. I think we've got ourself a juicy one. Beacon Hills California." Sam nodded.

"Sounds good. But a long drive, sure we shouldn't fly?" Sam teased his older brother. Dean glared at him.

"No. We leave early in the morning." Sam nodded.

"Try to get some sleep okay?" Dean looked down.

"You know the mark doesn't let me sleep much... And when I do it's with nightmares..." Sam looked at him sadly.

"How about you sleep in my room with me tonight? That way I can keep an eye on you." He suggested. Back in the beginning, when Dean nabbed Sam from college, or even a couple years in when they found dad. Hell even after dad died, Dean would have immediately rejected it because of his pride. But as the years went on Dean had grown so much closer to his brother, and had really opened up to him. Revealed a sensitive side, even with the mark on his arm. Sure he still got angry sometimes, but he was still Dean. And they were working on getting the mark off him. It had been a few months since Sam made him human again. Things weren't perfect but he had his brother back, and that was all that mattered. Dean looked up at his brother and nodded. He really needed it.

"Thanks Sammy." He said quietly and closed the lap top, standing up and following his brother to his room. Normally Dean would sleep in his boxer briefs, but being in bed with his brother meant he'd just have to be hot for a night. He took his jacket and plaid off, as did his brother. T-shirts were cool enough. They both got on opposite sides of the bed and Sam turned off the lights.

"Tell me if you need anything okay? I'll be here." Dean nodded and actually managed to fall asleep fairly easily for once.

Meanwhile in Beacon Hills

"Stiles why did you come to me." Derek said plainly as Stiles walked into the loft. But he didn't have to ask. He knew why, or at least the wolf side of him did. Stiles was the one that was meant to be his mate. They had chemistry, Derek just hadn't accepted it.

"Well. You're stuck here with just Peter all the time. I thought maybe it would be good to have someone else with you." It was a lame excuse. The alpha eyed the teenager before sighing.

"Okay. Fine. But keep your human hands out of my meat drawer." Stiles cracked a small smile and nodded, setting down his bag. Derek was watching tv, and Stiles went over and sat next to him on the couch. Pretty close. Derek turned and gave him a small growl, but Stiles ignored it. Damn. Stiles' fluffy hair was so cute. Derek had to ignore it. But when he started thinking that way... He remembered how he felt when he saw Stiles. And just how hot the teen really was. Derek was only a couple years older, so it wasn't as bad as he thought it was. Stiles smiled a bit and asked,

"Something on my face?" Derek growled at him again. "Oh come on Derek, don't be such a sour wolf." Derek looked away.

"Shut up." That just made the teen laugh. Stiles scooted closer, so their sides were touching. Derek tensed up. "Stiles..." Stiles knew how he felt about Derek. And he would admit it. Well, to himself.

"Derek look at me. Just look at me for one minute, don't say anything." Stiles said quietly. Derek hesitated and then did as he was asked. He just stared at him for a bit, but then he felt this great want to kiss him. The wolf knew he was to be his mate. Derek gave in and leaned forward, placing a gentle but passionate kiss on his lips. Stiles gave a small moan and wrapped his arms around Derek's neck. But stiles wasn't a werewolf. Therefore he couldn't take his knot and couldn't truly be his mate. Derek pulled away, anger getting to him. Anger that was fueled from being upset and hurt. He quickly stood up.

"Go to bed." Derek turned away and walked up the stairs. Stiles watched him go and sighed. And of course being the horny teenager he was, he now had a boner.

"Dammit." He said quietly, looking down at his problem. But he sighed and thought about a few nasty things to get it to leave. Then he turned everything off and laid down on the couch. "He kissed me." Stiles smiled. 'But he broke away you fool. He doesn't love you.' His mind told him. He sighed and did what he always did, pushed his problems away. It wasn't long before he was asleep.
Derek went up to his room, his emotions flaring off him. He just jumped right in bed and curled up, quickly falling asleep.