Supernatural Oneshots

Denny - Lost

Hi guys, 

I'm back, and here to kill you and your Denny feels. Again no smut just fluff, however there are hints cause I'm getting more confident. Still not sure if that's a good thing. All mistakes are my own. Still don't own any characters (tho I wish I did)

Dean had finally given up. Maybe he was just meant for this. The four white walls that had become his home stared down on him, boxing him into a tight space where there was barely room to breathe. The thing was Dean was an omega and omegas were made to breed. That's what his dad had said when he found out. Dean had presented early, around age 12. He had managed to avoid his dad for all of six years.

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Dean had this itchy feeling in his stomach all the way to the motel. And it was only getting worse. His body was burning, he could almost smell his arousal over his sweat.

"Dean? You okay?" Questioned a small Sammy.

"Yeah Sammy, I'll be fine. Just don't feel well, that's all." Sammy nodded, obviously not quite believing his brother but Dean gave him a look that said to shut up about it. Luckily for Dean, Sammy go the message. John was so caught up in his driving that he didn't notice the scent of omega in his car and for that Dean was grateful.

After being dropped off at the motel Dean went straight to the bathroom and attempted to calm himself down. It was hard and he couldn't see the whole room thanks to the black and white spots in his vision. All he could do was hurt and whine. Sam stood on the other side of the door, Dean could hear him calling his name and scratching at the door handle.

It was three days before Dean emerged from the bathroom. Sam had holed up in one of his jumpers and was sobbing on the sofa. Dean walked straight over to him.

"Dee?"

"I'm here Sammy. Sammy you gotta promise me something."

"What Dee?" Sammy looked up at him with wide hazel eyes.

"You gotta promise to never tell Dad, Sammy. Never." Sam looked shocked at Dean's request but he nodded.

"You gonna be okay Sammy? I gotta go get some things." Sam nodded again. Dean grabbed his coat and left.

Dean spent the next few hours procuring the strongest suppressants he could and getting some supplies for him and Sam. When he got back to the motel room Sam was asleep on the sofa. Dean had laughed, hid the suppressants and moved Sam to one of the beds.

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Dean remembered that day as clear as crystal. Here in this disgustingly blank and sterile room. These four walls that were the only thing Dean had know for what felt like eons. It was perpetual. The sun came up and it went down again. Dean woke up and went to sleep again. Everything that happened in between was purposely blurred by his subconscious. From the day Dean had been dropped off here, he had this sinking weight in his gut that told him he was ultimately useless. Here, he thought, here I can live my purpose. They had taken everything from, the men in white coats, they had taken pieces of him and made him compliant. Dean couldn't find the strength to care.

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One day, when he was eiighteen, Dean had run out of his suppressants. His dad was on a hunt and he had spent the last of his money on food for Sammy.

Three weeks prior Dean had met a man in a bar, this man was much taller than Dean was and probably older, but he had smelt right and Dean couldn't deny the attractiveness of the man. He had been hustling pool for the evening when the alpha walked through the door. After that Dean had lost his concentration slightly, he had won the last game but it had been close. After that Dean decided that he would spend the rest of the evening getting to know the stranger. As he plonked himself down on the bar stool next to the stranger and ordered a milkshake, the man looked up.

"Ain't you a little young to be in here chief?" Asked the man in a faint Cajun accent.

"Ain't ya a little old to be checking me out?" Dean replied smirking. The man lowered his head that was shaded by a flat cap and let out a low rumbling laugh, that did not turn Dean on. No, not at all.

"Touché chief." Dean just kept his easy smirk as the man looked back up at him.

"Dean."

"Benny."

"Well Benny, how'd someone like you end up in this bar alone?" Dean questioned, never losing his trademark smirk.

"I ain't alone chief, I'm with you ain't I." It was Benny's turn to smirk.

"And if I told you I was interested?" Dean managed to mumble.

"I'd take you out to dinner first."

"Aww a romantic." They had left the bar together and Benny had dropped Dean off at the motel, promising dinner in the near future. And he had been good on his promise, in fact Benny had taken Dean out on several dates. All of which had a special place in Dean's memory. He was happy, for the first time in his life Dean Winchester was over the moon. He didn't want to leave this town, he knew it was elephant and so he decided to make the most of Benny whilst he had him.

And so here Dean was, three weeks later, starting his second heat sat outside his boyfriends house waiting for benny to return. Sammy had fallen asleep and he had left a note to say that he would be back later. Benny pulled up outside the house to find Dean shaking on the step from the cold and his heat, which had hit him hard. Dean felt Benny put an arm behind his shoulders and one under his knees as he left the ground. If Dean were conscious he would have yelled at Benny for picking him up like a girl and he would have fought to get away. But Dean didn't have the strength to even try, so he embraced it and snuggled into his boyfriend's warm chest.

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Dean couldn't even remember what had happened in those three days, all he knew about them was that Benny hadn't claimed him like he had expected the strong man to. Instead Benny told him later, "when I claim you chief, your gonna feel every minute of it". Dean honestly didn't know if he was aroused or terrified at the thought. Dean rested his head on the iron railings of his bed and whined, he wanted Benny, he wanted Sam, he wanted out of this monotonous drone that had become his life.

The iron door shuddered as someone yanked it open. Dean growled and curled up in a ball so as to protect his abdomen. A tall man stood in the doorway, nothing was said. The man surveyed Dean as he hissed and growled on his bed. There was a chuckle as the man set down a cup on the floor and slammed the door shut, once again trapping Dean in semi-darkness. Dean relaxed slightly and rubbed his hand on his ever growing stomach.

"It's gonna be alright pup," he whispered. "Your Daddy's gonna find us, and we're gonna be just fine." A tear slipped out of his eye and down his face, betraying him to the darkness of the room.

You are allowed to kill me. Comment if you would like part two.  Almost the end of school so hopefully I'll be better at writing and updating. 

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