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The clearing stank of death and slick.
Monster carcasses still twitched where Benny had torn through them with fang and blade—a rotting ghoul's head split open like fruit, black ichor soaking the broken soil. The stink of Leviathan blood mixed with smoke from the small fire Cas had lit, his grace crackling blue-white around its edges, but none of it could hide the scent of omega heat.
Dean.
Bare-assed, trembling, soft thighs pressed together, jeans shredded and soaked and bunched around his knees, slick pulsing fresh and wet between his legs. His body was flushed all over, glowing with heat. Cheeks pink, lips swollen from begging, tear-tracks shining down his soft freckled face. His little hands clawed uselessly at the matted pelt beneath him, voice cracking.
“P-please don’t—don’t leave me again, I c-can’t—can’t take it when you go, alpha," he whimpered hoarsely. “It hurts, hurts when you’re not inside—I-I need you, please please please…”
Cas crouched beside him immediately, hand ghosting over Dean’s sweat-damp hair, fingers carding through it slow, reverent, like Dean was some fragile, living altar. His face glowed with grace-light—soft at the eyes, jaw clenched with quiet fury.
“We’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Cas whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of Dean’s mouth, then to the fever-throbbing gland at his neck. “Not ever. You’re ours. I’ll burn this whole purgatory down before I let anything touch you.”
Behind them, Benny returned from the edge of the clearing, arms and jaw slick with blood. The last few scavenger shifters had come sniffing around the scent of Dean’s sweet slick, but Benny had silenced them. Now he was crouched behind his trembling omega, hands huge and gentle around Dean’s hips, palms splayed wide and warm over his thighs, rubbing him like to soothe a fever. His cock was already hard again, dragging through the mess of Dean’s folds, nudging the twitching, fluttering rim of his gaping hole.
“You’re so sweet, sugar,” he murmured, licking at the nape of Dean’s neck, nosing behind his ear. “So good for us. Can’t even talk right, huh? Gone dumb from need. Look at you.”
“I-I c-can’t take it—m’too full, it’s too much, I-I can’t—” Dean sobbed, but he was still rutting back against Benny’s cock like his body didn’t believe his mouth. His belly was already puffed out from how full they’d stuffed him earlier, squishy-soft and pulsing with heat.
“Yes, you can, my little human," Cas said softly, his palm slipping down to press low on Dean’s abdomen. “You were made to take us. We made you this way, baby. You’re perfect.”
“You're perfect, omega,” Benny growled, and shoved in. One slow, brutal thrust, Benny’s cock breached his rim and buried to the base in slick and blood. Dean screamed—high and breathless—and arched into it, nails scraping fur.
Benny groaned. “Our pup’s gonna grow in here.”
Dean wailed, strangled, overwhelmed. “Y-you’re gonna… m-make me pregnant?”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Cas purred, hands stroking down Dean’s sides. “You’ll be so helpless, so full of us you won’t be able to walk.”
“Oh God,” Dean hiccupped, face scrunched with heat-drunk need. “Please bite me again, p-please—I need to feel it again, I—please mark me, I-I wanna be yours, all yours, f-forever, want everyone to smell it…”
Cas didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and bit deep, right over the old mating bite, piercing fresh. Blood welled up and smeared down Dean’s throat. Dean shrieked, convulsing around Benny’s cock as another orgasm ripped through him, come spurting weakly from his untouched pink cock.
“Who's a good boy? That's right, you're a good boy, baby.” Cas whispered, licking the wound clean, his tongue glowing faint with grace. “So sweet for us. So good.”
Benny followed with his own bite—sharper, deeper, a fresh mark on the other side of Dean’s neck. Dean mewled helplessly, wrung out, used, aching, and still so hungry for them. His body was too open, too slick, too desperate to be empty.
“C-cas—Benny—p-please,” Dean whimpered again, even weaker now, thighs falling apart. “I feel s-so little, so empty, please f-fill me again—want both, wanna b-be good, I c-can take both again…”
“You’re ready, baby," Cas whispered. “Open for us. Let us make you whole.”
He slid beneath Dean, wings flaring invisibly, grace seeping from his skin like divine musk. His cock was already glowing with it, and he angled it perfectly beneath Benny’s, easing in. The stretch was unreal—Dean’s hole gaped around both alpha cocks, blood and slick and grace mingling inside.
“Too much! I-it’s too big! I—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, honey,” Benny cooed at his ear, licking over the raw bites. “You’re our little omega. You’re made for this.”
Cas kissed Dean again, silencing his sobs with mouth and tongue, then pushed deeper. They moved slow, deliberate, in sync, their knots pressing and swelling against each other inside Dean’s stretched hole. Dean’s cries broke down into soft, rhythmic whimpers, body completely surrendered.
“Don’t stop, alpha,” Dean whispered, clinging to Cas' wrist like a lifeline. “Don’t… I c-can’t, unless you both—w-want to feel both of you at once, I c-can’t feel full unless it’s both…”
“You’ll be full forever,” Cas promised. “We’re going to keep you tied, full, bred. Until it sticks.”
“You’re gonna get so needy, honey,” Benny said, knot swelling fully now. “We’ll keep you tied up for days. Keep pumping you full. You’ll forget anything else ever existed.”
Dean sobbed, clinging tighter, body jerking as his own orgasm overtook him again, untouched. One trembling hand fluttered over his belly like he could feel something alive starting to form.
“You’re ours, sweetheart,” Cas nuzzled his damp hair, grace curling like arms around Dean’s wrecked body. “Safe now. We’ll kill anything that comes close.”
“Let the monsters come. Let them see. He’s claimed.” Benny whispered.
They rocked into him slowly, their knots locking. Dean wailed, overwhelmed, limp between them, their hands soft on his belly, their mouths soft at his neck.
Dean too weak to move. When they finally came—together—it was a tidal wave. Their knots swelled fully, locked deep inside, and hot come spilled into him fast, thick, flooding his belly until it bulged just enough to see. Dean twitched and cried, lips parted in silent thanks, belly warm and round with seed.
“I love you, my omega," Benny whispered.
Cas leaned down and kissed Dean’s mouth, then slipped his tongue between his lips, feeding him the taste of his own grace-laced come. "I love you, sweetheart,"
Dean sighed, broken open and finally quiet, buried between them. Afterward, when the knots held tight and the orgasms passed, Benny spooned behind, Cas pressing to his chest, both alphas petting him, kissing his neck, praising him soft.
Dean drifted, eyes fluttering shut, belly swollen, still slicking from heat, his bond marks fresh and red and claiming. His scent thick in the air. Their omega.
Safe.
Loved.
Still in heat.