Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Feral (Sam)

A/B/O Dynamics, alpha!Sam, Omega!reader, going feral, kidnapping
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'Ouch... My wrists hurt... My head hurts... What's that smell?'

You open your eyes to see a dimly lit room. There is straw and chopped wood scattered along the ground, morbid looking tools line the walls, honestly it looks like something out of a horror movie.

How did this happen.... What the last thing you remember? Um....

The door opens slowly, light peeking into the room with a squeek. A large body stands in the doorway, this Sasquatch happens to be your mate, Sam. He holds a tray in his hand and a smile on his face. You slowly sit up, instantly regretting it as your head feels like it's gonna explode.

"Ugh it feels like my head is gonna explode." You whine, laying back against the headboard.

"Head colds will do that." Sam sighs, sitting on the edge of your bed "I brought Dean's famous kitchen sink soup. Works everytime." He sets the tray down on your lap.

"Thanks, Sam." You try to smile, but the sniffles that followed didn't make it very elequent.

His large hand gently stroked your cheek as his eyes locked with yours. You both watched each other for a moment before he began to lean in. God, you really wanted to kiss him.

"Nope." You frown, putting your hand over his mouth "I am not going to let you catch this shit.

You can feel his smirk underneath your hand. He nods and pulls your hand away before leaning in again, but this time kissing your forhead. He looked at you one last time before getting up and walking away, shutting the door behind himself.

You eyed the food once before setting it off to the side. You needed sleep.

You lay back down, hoping, praying that this cold passes soon. It's already been three days in hell.

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"DEAN!" A low, angered voice yells through the hall.

The older brother comes running down the hall, slowing to a jog as he reached the door "What's wrong?"

Sam combed his fingers through his hair as he paced back and forth "It's (Y/N). She's gone."

Dean could see the anger and fear in his eyes. He knows how much you mean to Sam, and the lengths he would go to to protect you. Sam started to growl, and a realization hit Dean, Sam could go feral. It's happened before, when they were younger, before they met you. It's what made John realize Sam was stronger than he looked, and that he would make a good alpha.

"Sam, take a deep breath." Dean grumbled, not wanting to see Sam like that again.

Sam ignored Dean as he paced faster "We have to find her." He finally growled, stopping a ways away from Dean.

"And we will, but first you gotta breath. You won't accomplish anything if you are an angry, growling mess." Dean put a hand out towards Sam in defense.

Sam took a deep breath and walked past Dean towards the library "So what all do we know?" Dean asked.

"I saw her this afternion. I took her some soup and medicine for her cold. That was at around 7:30. I came back and checked on her a few minutes ago."

Dean's eyes scan over his watch and a sigh escapes his mouth "That is about 4 hours unacounted for."

"Any son of a bitch could have taken her." Sam growls, death gripping the chair.

"I'll go investigate the room. You see if there's any broken devil's traps or anything." Sam nods and turns, stopping when Dean puts a hand on his shoulder "We'll find her, Sammy."