Supernatural OneShots

Unfinished OneShots

(A/N): Wanna see what's in my notebook? Here are some of my unfinished stories that I don't think will EVER be completed. Lemme know which one is your favorite!

(A/B/O) Fanfic

I'm a tease. I know I'm a tease. Why do I do it? Well, I'm not entirely sure. But what I do know is that sometimes, it's really just can't help it. You see, since I'm an Omega, I apparently smell extremely tempting. My smell bothers Alphas. And I live with three of them! They are actually all my friends, and they would risk themselves to protect me. Possessive, I know. They're kinda like my parents, most of the time. They don't let me leave the bunker unless deemed safe; they have to know every little detail about my outing. Right down to what I'm wearing. See? Parents. Honestly, I dunno how they put up with me. Especially my scent. I mean, I have a hard time ignoring their scent, too. And with three of them, that takes talent. Though, there's one scent that I just can't shake. Ever since they picked me up on the side of the road that day, I knew. I knew I'd never get rid of Dean Winchester's scent. His is very masculine, I must say, mixing in a bit of pine, musk, gunpowder, leather, and aftershave gel to be exact. Yeah, I can smell all of that. Oh, and I couldn't forget his drinking. That makes the smell even more overpowering. But the other part of the smell, I can't describe, but can only say that I feel like I could devour it. That's why I try to keep a safe distance from them when I'm doing things that make my scent stronger. Because they'll all come running if they smell me pleasuring myself. So I gotta keep doors locked, you know? Last thing I want is an Alpha coming in, and knotting me without consent. Now, I'm not saying that my friends would do that or that they can't control themselves, but when a fertile Omega is in heat, sometimes an Alpha just cannot resist. The only one who I'd actually let into my room to knot me would be Dean, but I don't think he likes me like that, so I'm not taking any chances to even say that aloud. But man, I would love for him to knot me. I mean, have you seen the guy? He's gorgeous, and cocky, but he's also goofy and very sentimental. Protect me no matter what the cost is for him. Definitely my type,  though I wouldn't say that I'm gorgeous. I could just imagine what it'd be like with him knotting me.

Body Swap

I wake up, feeling like I just didn't get enough sleep last night. Actually, I feel like I haven't slept in ages. That's weird. I stand up, feeling like my legs are a bit longer than usual, and walk to the bathroom. I rub my eyes a little, then splash water on my face. When I look in the mirror, I jump back, confused and a bit frightened. The face staring back at me isn't mine. It's my boyfriend's. "What happened to me?", I say, my voice vibrating up my throat, sounding deep and laced with whiskey. Speaking of which, I can taste the sweetness of Dean's drinking session last night. This is kinda freaking me out! I look down at my hands to see that they look exactly like Dean's; large, and calloused, but I know they're soft. I run my fingers through the soft, short spikes of brown hair, then decide to go back to our room to see if my body is in there, and if Dean happens to be in it.