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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Raphael/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Raphael's_Male_Vessel_(Supernatural), Raphael_
      (Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Omega, animalistic_behaviours, Non-Traditional_Alpha/Beta/Omega
      Dynamics, alternative_universe, Scents_&_Smells, Scent_Marking, Scenting,
      Past_Castiel/Dean_Winchester, (Cas_died_in_cancer._Sorry._Unless_you're
      exclusively_into_Destiel_this_is_not_a_tragic_verse), Pack_Dynamics, Pack
      Family, Pack_Bonding, Animalistic_biology, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Scent
      Glands, Knotting, Omega_Dean_Winchester, Alpha_Raphael_(Supernatural),
      One_Night_Stands, disabled_Raphael
  Series:
      Part 1 of Packrunners
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-18 Words: 3870
****** The Peculiar Alpha ******
by coplins
Summary
     Dean's in preheat and looking for some nice smelling Alpha to get his
     rocks off with, hoping to trigger his heat so it'll be over quicker.
     The one he finds is like no other Alpha he's met before.
Notes
     Aaaaand it was bound to happen sooner or later. I had to write a bit
     of ABO. It's the law. Every fanfiction writer must at one point. Or
     something. But this is only Alpha/Omega. I started writing it because
     I wanted to write shameless smut. But I found their behaviours a lot
     more interesting than the smut so... oops?
     I'm not sticking to conventions because I find that in many, many
     ABOs they make it out to be so rapey. I appreciate a good dubcon fic
     as much as anyone else, but it's bugged me that the strong drive to
     mate during a heat/rut so often equals dubious consent or rape. So
     none of that here.
     These people look like humans but didn't descend from primates and
     have a lot of extra biological functions like scent glands, ability
     to flare their eyes, change the shape of their teeth and so on. All
     these things are ingrained in their body language and as such their
     behaviour and body language differ from us in a much more animalistic
     way. I'll try not to infodump too much when I add instalments to this
     verse, but know that the endgame in the verse is a polyamorous pack -
     the Winchesters/Archangels.
     I never mention what handicap/disability Raphael has in this
     instalment, I'm trying to do a show/don't tell about it here. :) He's
     not 100% disabled, but his ability is severely reduced.
     So. Enough talking. Here. Have a Cas demonstrating a flare before we
     get on with it. ;)
      
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Dean gives the man a fake smile. It’s one of those Progressive Alphas who claim
that their way stands for equality between all. Equality as in double Dutching
on dates and skipping out straight after a fuck, not even knotting properly
because ‘Omegas deserve to own their own sexuality too.’ They claim that
allowing hormones and instincts to steer makes it impossible to give informed
consent. It’s all a load of bull. Even in the peak point of your Heat or Rut,
it’s all very possible to think and make informed decisions. Even if the
thoughts and decisions are ‘fuckmefuckmefuckme’. The Progressives wants to
invalidate that as somehow not counting. Granted, the Progressive movement had
started as a counter movement to the Conservatives. Or, as Dean liked to call
them - the religious nutjobs. They claim Omegas belong to a weaker gender. They
claim an Omega should stick to one partner, obey said partner as if you were
fucking property, stay at home raising babies, because apparently, that’s what
their God decreed about 500 years ago. It goes completely against instinct and
natural behaviour of their species. Still, it had won traction, and might have
been much more prevalent if it wasn’t for male Omegas like Dean. They are rarer
than female ones, somewhere between ⅓ to ⅕ of the Omega population, but enough
to dispel the myth that being Omega somehow made you physically weaker by
equalling female physique with gender. Omegas are tough as shit no matter sex.
Still, when it comes to sex, Dean prefers a repressed Conservative before a
Progressive any day. Because the Conservative might want to hide it, but they
did act out the instinctual behaviours in private.
Dean is neither Conservative nor Progressive. He’s a Primal and not ashamed of
it. He raises his hand in a stopping gesture, interrupting the anecdote the man
is telling him. “Yeah, no, buddy. Let me stop you right there. You’re wasting
your time. I ain’t buying what you’re selling.” To underline his statement he
lets his eyes flare, silvery green overtaking his usual dark green colour.
The Alpha has the audacity to snap into lecturing mode. “You shouldn’t do that.
Omegas too should be in control of their sexuality and not slaves under―”
A voice from Dean’s other side interrupts them. “The Omega is quite clearly
very much in control of his sexuality, and made it known that you would not be
partaking in any indulgences with him. So do yourself a favour and politely
walk away from the rejection.”
Dean and the Progressive Alpha turn as one to the speaker. Further down the
bar, a strict looking black man in an expensive suit leans his elbows on the
bar nursing a cognac. Dean lifts his head and shamelessly scents in the
speaker's direction while the Progressive’s nostrils flare discreetly, trying
not to show that he’s using one of his primal senses to scent the speaker.
The speaker is an Alpha around the age of 30, maybe late 20s. His scent
(fucking delicious) bears no trace of being mated, although, he does bear
traces of other Alphas he’s related to, so it’s possible that he’s just met up
with siblings, uncles, or other relatives. (Or he could be a Packrunner, but
the chances of that are so small Dean doesn’t even consider it a viable
option.) There is no underlying marker of where in his cycle he is, which 99.9%
means he’s on suppressants. He smells clean and healthy, no notes of physical
distress like disease, hunger, or chronic pain would bring.
Dean’s trying to guess whether he’s a Conservative or a Progressive since scent
can’t tell him that, when the speaker―thinking the other Alpha took too long to
respond―flares. His dark brown eyes are overtaken by a rose pink shine.
The Progressive Alpha at his side swiftly backs away. He can claim not to be
ruled by the more animalistic aspects of their behaviour but he’s not dumb
enough to ignore when another Alpha postures using primal functions. It’s all
on a civilized level. Neither Dean nor the pink-eyed Alpha have dropped their
fangs.
Dean’s never seen pink eyes before. Not even in movies. In movies, they always
gave Omegas yellow eyes and Alphas red. Dean’s never seen red eyes in real life
either. Most of the population have some shade of yellow, Alphas and Omegas
alike. Dean’s whitish green are an anomaly.
It’s a disappointment when the Alpha’s eyes turn brown again and he turns his
head away towards the cognac as soon as the rejected man disappears.
Dean sits quietly for a while side-eyeing the pink-eyed Alpha. He's in preheat
hoping to score and frankly a bit miffed at the lack of interest shown. Maybe
he's Conservative and has pious rules to follow? “So you're not out to score
tonight, huh?”
The Alpha looks up and gives Dean a quizzical look. Dean winks and smiles to
clarify that he's indeed talking to him.
“Is that an option?”
The answer is a resounding yes, but Dean likes to be a bit pampered so he says
“It might be…”
The Alpha regards Dean, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully for a moment. Dean’s
beginning to think that the guy genuinely isn’t interested. It happens. He
might be one of those who only likes female Omegas for an instance. But then
the Alpha seems to make up his mind, grabs his drink and saunters up to Dean,
posture downright regal. “May I buy you a drink?”
Now that’s what Dean’s about. He smirks lopsidedly. “You may. In fact, you may
buy me several.”
The Alpha smiles for the first time and chuckles. “Very well. Do you have a
preference or will you trust my judgement?”
Wow. This guy’s got class. A Progressive would let the Omega buy their own
drinks to ‘empower’ the Omega. (Yeah, right.) A Conservative would just order,
since the Omegas are supposedly too feeble minded to make their own decisions.
The guy is giving somewhat mixed signals. The respect indicates he might be a
Primal, but he hasn’t sniffed the air once to scent Dean. It’s a bit confusing.
“As long as it contains alcohol I’ll be a happy camper,” Dean tells him.
The Alpha hums, pleased, and calls the bartender’s attention. He orders the
same cognac he’s drinking which proves that he’s both wealthy and generous
because that’s some fine shit. He gives the drink to Dean and Dean thanks him.
“So, Omega, you got a name?”
“Dean.”
“Hi, Dean. Nice to meet you. I’m Raphael.” Raphael offers his hand to shake,
another mixed signal since hooking up is the endgame. The standard thing to do
would be to scent each other. Dean shakes his hand, politely keeping his
distance even if he wants to rub his nose against Raphael’s scent glands behind
the ears or even at the base of his neck. He refrains. The guy must have a
reason to keep distance. Hey, maybe the guy’s a Progressive after all? Could
be. Maybe he’s just not super strict about it.
“Nice to meet you. You new in town or just passing through?” Dean asks and sips
the expensive drink.
“Business trip. What do you work with?”
Dean can’t help but laugh. “Dude. With a nationwide unemployment rate of 50%,
you expect someone my age in a little shit town like this to have a job? I
wish. I’m a trained mechanic, and do odd jobs if I’m lucky enough to get one.
But, yeah, no.”
Raphael shrugs a shoulder conceding to the point. “What is your age?”
“19. Just moved out from home.”
“Out looking for your truemate?” Raphael asks carefully.
Dean sniggers. “Nah man. I don’t believe in truemates. I believe that’s
something the Conservatives made up to keep Omegas in line. There’s no
scientific proof of something like that existing. But if there were, I’m pretty
sure I already found him.”
“Oh? So why are you here?”
Dean looks down at his glass and twirls it slowly, then downs it all in one go.
Raphael swiftly calls the bartender’s attention for a refill. Fuck yeah. Dean
likes this guy’s style. “He’s dead. His name was Castiel. I met him when I was
ten and he fourteen. He moved into the abandoned house next to ours and we
could smell the cancer on him at first whiff.” Dean pauses. He remembers that
moment. He hadn’t presented yet and neither had Cas, but he’s never smelled
anything as good in his whole life. “We knew he was dying from the start, but
dad’s a good man. He let Cas move in with us and share our meager provisions.
He, uh…” Dean looks up to find Raphael watching him with interest. “You sure
you wanna hear this? I mean, if things go well I’m gonna be hanging off your
knot tonight,” Dean states presumptuously. “A tragic backstory is sort of a
downer.”
“Please, do go on. I’m very interested to hear what you’ve got to say,” Raphael
encourages.
“Alright. Dad took him in and I was crazy about him. We were crazy about each
other, almost obsessively scent marking each other. He was sick, and tired
easily, but hung in there. He presented at 16. I presented a year after.”
Raphael lets out an impressed whistle. “You presented at 13 already? And your
dad let you move out with a dying Alpha?”
“Nu-uh, he didn’t. Look, my dad’s a great guy, okay? And perceptive. When he
sensed my hormones started changing he sat us both down to talk to us. Fuck,
that was hard. ‘Dean, you’re going to present as an Omega within a couple of
months. It’s far too early and I’m sad to tell you it’s because of how strongly
you’ve bonded to Cas. Cas is dying. He ain’t got long left. Your body is
rushing things so you can mate. It’s a problem, but I have a proposition.’”
Dean pauses to drink again. “What dad did probably saved my ass, or I woulda
died of grief when Cas died.”
Raphael narrows his eyes in thought, then, “He pack-bonded with Castiel?” he
hedges carefully.
“Uh-huh. You gonna have a problem with that?”
Raphael’s lips curve upward in a corner. “Not in the slightest. You kept living
under his roof?” Dean nods carefully. “So to make that work he must have left
the Patriarchal role to Castiel?” Dean nods again. ”So when Cas died you were
the pack’s main Omega?” Raphael stresses the word pack rather than family.
“Not only that, I was the only one. Mom died giving birth to my little brother.
Look, both mom and dad came from long lines of Packrunners. Both our families
were decimated in the war but they were raised in packs or dad wouldn’t have
known how to solve it. I don’t care what they say about Packrunning. It’s not
outdated, it’s the natural way.”
“Yes, but you staying under your father’s roof isn’t. Castiel died recently?”
Dean shakes his head. “No. Cas hung on longer than was expected. He died when I
was 15. I lost my heats and my spirit after that. My body was in mourning for
almost three years before I started getting my heats again. Dad would go away
during my heats, but it’s been a year since they returned and my resistance was
getting low. I was nearing the point where I wanted to beg dad to fuck me, so
yeah. Time to move out.”
“Indeed. I must say, I admire your father's perseverance and generosity. Most
would have told you to move out the moment your heats returned.”
This is where both the Progressives and the Conservatives were wrong. They
claimed the primal biology made it so people ‘couldn't help themselves’, but
that's bullshit. You were fully capable of self-control even at the peak of
your rut or heat. That said, Alphas perceived the scent of Omegas that raised
them as faintly repulsive when they got sexually excited for any reason. The
same wasn't true for Omegas. The scent repulsion only lasted six to eight
months after an Omega presented. After that biology started telling the Omega
that any Alpha is fair game, especially if they were closely bonded to you like
part of your family or pack, and give out hormones that told the Alphas that
too. Biology took care of that in two ways - giving young Omegas wanderlust,
and making the scent of a newly presented Omega vastly uncomfortable to closely
related Alphas during the first six months. Omegas left home during that
period, leaving of their own volition or in rare cases driven away. In a pack,
Alphas who were born there stayed, Omegas left. The 6 months grace period gave
everyone the chance to prepare, making sure the leaving Omega would be safe.
John, bringing Cas in as the Patriarch and Dean mating with Cas, turned all
this on its head. Had John kept his role as the pack patriarch it wouldn’t have
worked. After Cas died Dean had all but lost his scent, burdened by grief as he
was. John and Sam would regularly cuddle and scent mark him, stopping him from
grieving to death. It’s not unheard of in monogamous couples, but the risk of a
pack member dying from grief was essentially non-existent since they were
bonded to several people.
Dean stuck around after his heats returned to help care for Sammy. John kept
away during his heats. But Dean knew it was time to leave when he came home one
day soon after his own heat just to be struck by the scent of John’s rut. They
were syncing. It was just a matter of time before Dean stopped thinking of him
as ‘dad’ and instead saw him as his Alpha.
“Yeah… dad’s a good man,” Dean agrees.
“So… what are you hoping will happen tonight, Dean?” Raphael probes.
Dean snorts in amusement. His preheat hormones are coming from him in fumes and
should be making it a 100% obvious. But maybe Raphael liked to get it spelled
out? “Ideally?”
“Ideally,” Raphael agrees with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Well… Ideally, I’m hoping to hook up with an Alpha that will buy me a coupla
drinks and chat for a bit, buy condoms cuz I don’t wanna get knocked up, and
take me home or to a motel and knot me every way possible, flinging me from
preheat to full heat. Then supply me with food and drink. Ideally, he’d stay
with me until my heat has peaked. But I can go for just a coupla hours too.”
Raphael’s eyes flare, making Dean buzz with anticipation. It’s really an
astounding colour - luminescence rose pink. “So you want to trigger your heat,
huh?”
“Yeah. I’m going home to visit my little brother next week so it’d be great if
my heat is all done with by Thursday or I’ll have to cancel.”
Raphael looks downright hungry now and he still hasn’t made a move to scent
Dean. “In that case, Dean, you’ve found your ideal, and I’ll be spending the
next couple of days proving it to you.” He holds up a finger, gesturing for
Dean to wait, then digs up his cell phone. Just the fact that he can afford one
marks him as loaded. He calls someone and Dean sips his drink, listening in
when someone answers. “Hi, Gabe. Could you do me a favour and cancel all my
meetings this week. I’ll be back by Thursday at the latest… No.” Raphael looks
at Dean while he talks. “....I’m sitting here with a gorgeous Primal Omega who
wants me to care for him during his heat, and I intend to do just that.” He
lifts an eyebrow asking for confirmation when he says ‘primal’ and Dean flares
his eyes in response. Raphael lowers his eyelids in satisfaction. He laughs at
something the Gabe person says. “I’m afraid not. I’m in Kansas. It’s a shame
really. This one might actually have been up for it. See you next week. Say
hello to Luci and Mike from me. Bye.” Gabe’s whiny rumble is loud enough for
Dean to hear before the line cuts.
Dean sniggers. “Gabe’s jealous, huh?”
“Indeed. Say, Dean. How long do you want to remain here? Would you consider
leaving after this drink and I’ll make sure you get all the drinks and food you
might want once we’re in private?”
Dean down his drink in one go. “I’m down with that.”
Raphael’s predatory smirk shows his canines have gone sharp and pointed even if
he hasn’t dropped fangs. Yep. Dean’s sooo down with this.
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Dean might have questioned the limo waiting outside. But when Raphael led him
towards the exit with a hand in the small of his back, he’d reached up with his
other hand and pinched Dean’s scent glands just at the base of his neck,
milking them, and Dean’s brain had short-circuited. Partly because it felt
insanely good. Partly because nobody ever used their hands for that. That’s
something an Alpha does when he’s draped over you, knotted. He’ll lick those
glands and milk them with his teeth, suckle them. By the time they got into the
limo Dean was already getting slick, rumbling his willingness deep in his
chest. The strangeness didn’t stop there.
Dean’s not in a position to complain or question right now. He’s lying with his
belly over Raphael’s lap, pants pulled down to his knees. Raphael is slowly
opening him up with one hand, slick leaking all over the seat below. With his
other hand he’s rubbing the glands behind Dean’s ears, just where Dean has
wanted to rub his own nose on Raphael since they shook hands. It’s beyond
strange. Dean might not have been with an abundance of Alphas yet, but he’s
watched a lot of porn and he’s never come across anything like this. It’s gotta
be a kink thing, right? It’s gotta. To think you could achieve this with only
hands! Dean’s fucking ecstatic. He keens continuously and ruts against the
seat. He’s getting closer to his first orgasm from this alone. The scent of
their combined arousal fills the car, more intoxicating than the cognac they
had before. Dean turns his head to look up at Raphael. The Alpha is looking
down at him with intense focus, both their eyes glowing steadily in their
secondary colour. The glands behind his ears are leaking so steadily it’s run
down his throat and if Dean doesn’t get that rubbed all over him at some point
tonight he’s going to fucking die from frustration.
“We’re nearly there. You want me to carry you, or do you wish to walk?” Raphael
asks.
Dean let’s out a strangled laughter. “I can walk. But thanks for offering.”
Yeah, this guy sure has class. They’ve been riding for almost 40 minutes. Dean
had expected to be taken to the town's only motel, not to leave town and go to
fucking Hilton in the nearest big city. But that’s what they’ve done.
It’s with great reluctance Dean crawls to sit up and pull his pants up. He
wishes he could afford Heat-pants with easy access and quick closing, but as it
is he’s barely keeping himself fed.
Making their way through the lobby several people flare or lick their lips
submissively in reaction to their scents. Raphael doesn’t even say anything to
the receptionist who picks out his room key the moment she sees them enter. He
barely slows down when he passes, plucking the key from her hand and guiding
Dean with a neck-pinch over his glands. “Send up an assortment of food and
drink. My Omega is about to go into heat and I want him well cared for,” he
commands as he passes. ‘My Omega’. Dean sure likes the idea.
In the elevator, another suited Alpha’s eyes flare brilliant yellow at Dean’s
state of arousal. He even goes as far as deep-purring, trying to entice Dean to
switch partner. (Good luck with that, pal.) Raphael snaps a short roar and
shows his teeth at the competitor who instantly presses himself against the
wall, averts his gaze and licks his lips placatingly.
Dean can’t stop purring the rest of the way to the room. He might be a bit
infatuated.
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Just like Dean had hoped, his heat is rushed by being knotted. He’s on all
fours with Raphael knotted inside of him when the heat hits a couple of hours
later. There’s a rush of warmth in his body, making him lax, dulling out pain
and increasing his slick production. He can also smell himself, his scent
getting ten times stronger.
It takes a few seconds then suddenly Raphael inhales deeply. “Fuck!” He grips
Dean tighter around the belly and presses his chest against Dean’s back to nose
him behind the ear. “By God, you smell good!” He rubs his own scent glands
against Dean, rumbling deep in his chest, then bites at Dean’s neck and
shoulder, licks and suckles at the glands. He keeps taking deep breaths through
his nose.
Now that’s behaviour Dean’s familiar with and it might rule out his kink
theory. Or maybe not. To be honest, Dean’s not all that concerned. He’s caught
up in the glow, busy keening out a low purr of approval.
A bellhop enters with a trolley filled with food and drink, their second
serving for tonight. Raphael hugs Dean closer and growls threateningly,
ferally, at the bellhop. Dean turns his head so he can see Raphael’s face. He’s
shocked to see that not only has he dropped his fangs halfway (Which is fucking
painful, okay?) but his pupils have drawn into an oval line like on a cat,
another thing Dean’s never seen. It’s fucking hot.
Dean comes all over again.
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It’s Tuesday. Dean’s heat is over. They’re fully clothed for the first time
since Friday and Dean’s straddling Raphael’s lap while Raphael rubs his ear
glands back and forth over both sides of Dean’s neck, scent marking him. “Say,
Dean, have you ever thought about moving to New York?” he asks without opening
his eyes or stop marking Dean. “You can come with me,” he suggests.
Yeah. That’s a really tempting offer. The whole Omega Wanderlust has definitely
bitten Dean since he left home. “I can’t. Sammy’s still unpresented and uncle
Bobby needs a lot of help since he ended up in a wheelchair. Dad hasn’t found a
new Omega yet…”
Raphael leans back a bit to look at him with a lazily amused expression. “Still
running alongside your old pack, huh?”
Dean snorts. “Yeah, I guess.”
“A shame. I would have liked to introduce you to my family. I’ll tell you what.
If you ever come to New York, you come find me.”
“Dude, you haven’t even told me your full name.”
“If it’s meant to be, you’ll find me.”
“Yeah, right. Because there’s only one Raphael in all of New York City.”
Raphael chuckles and his eyes flash pink for a brief moment. He leans in and
purrs in Dean’s ear. “Exactly,” he purrs, like it’s a grand joke and a
challenge all in one.
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