A/N: A little scenting between unoffical mates Sam and Dean. Still a couple more chapters to go~
Six
"You sure you don't mind me going on that hunt with Garth?" Sam asked as Dean sat down with their drinks. "I'm sure he can handle that werewolf on his own.
"For the last time Sam, go, you're driving me crazy okay? Bobby's gonna come up this weekend and Castiel's going to try and help," Dean told him. "Let's just have fun tonight. Look, I splurged and got that good beer."
Sam chuckled and wrapped his arm around Dean. "Everyone's staring at you-you know."
"Are they?" Dean asked.
"Course they are," Sam answered as he nuzzled him. "You smell amazing, and those jeans, I have half a mind to bend you over right here."
"Jeez Sammy, what's got you all riled up?" Dean asked. He drank some of his beer.
"We're not gonna be together…" Sam answered.
"We've been apart before Sam," Dean reminded him. "For longer than a week."
"I know," Sam sighed and picked up his own beer. "It was different than, those were out of our control. This is...and it's different."
"How is it different?" Dean asked.
"I know we're not...mated but it feels like we are and you're going through the therapy and some days are better than others and I know we can call each other, but I'm gonna miss your grumpy little shuffle into the kitchen in the mornings and cuddling with you on the couch and watching crap TV…," Sam admitted.
"You'll be gone for a week Sam, maybe a week and a half at the most," Dean told him. "Can you honestly tell me you won't enjoy a week apart? The freedom to do what you want without me bitching about it?"
"I happen to find your bitching endearing," Sam huffed.
"Sure you do princess," Dean patted Sam's thigh as he drained his beer and stood up. "Gotta take a leak."
"If only your mannerism changed too," Sam joked as he rolled his eyes.
"You still love me~" Dean replied. He kissed his cheek before heading to the bathroom.
Sam tapped his foot on the ground as he waited for Dean to return and finished off his beer.
The bar they were in was more costly than most of the dives and roadhouses they went to. He couldn't pronounce half the drinks on the menu but Dean had recommended it and he was already dressed in those ass hugging jeans and a soft baby blue t-shirt. So he couldn't really say no at that precise moment.
But the longer they were there the nicer it was. The music was decent too, he was surprised considering Dean wasn't really into the new mainstream thing.
He looked around and wondered what was taking Dean so long. He spotted him over by the bar talking to another person. It was another woman Sam summarized.
She was beautiful too. Exactly Dean's type in a woman. A large breasted slim figure and a redhead. Sam tightened his grip on his beer. He doesn't like to remember that time he walked in on Dean with a similar looking Alpha years ago.
He was jealous then and he's getting jealous now. She reached out and touched his arm. Dean caught his eye and his lips quirked up into a small smirk.
"That little," Sam huffed. "Fine, two can play that game."
He knew that Dean smelled more Omega than Alpha now. After almost a year of hormone therapy, it'd be worrying if he didn't. He also knew that despite smelling like an Omega, Dean still had some of his Alpha...tendencies. One of which was pushing Sam's buttons. But this time it wasn't going to work.
He glanced up and this time watched the redhead move her hand just a little lower and lean in to speak over the loud music. Whatever she said Dean agreed and they joined the other mass of bodies on the dancefloor.
Sam growled under his breath and drained his beer before he got up and walked over.
"Can I help you?" the redhead asked.
"Yeah," Sam answered. "You're dancing with my mate."
"Your mate?" she laughed. "Honey I don't know if you've noticed, but he doesn't have a single bond mark on him and he doesn't even smell like you."
Sam wrapped an arm around Dean and all but dragged him to his side. "Back off."
He didn't wait for her response as he dragged Dean out of the bar and back to the Impala. He shoved him up against the door and dug his fingers into Dean's hips as he kissed him. He worked his way lower and felt Dean's breath hitch before he found himself held back at arm's length.
Sam blinked confused a couple times. His gaze dropped down to Dean's hands on his chest holding him back then looked back at Dean confused.
His cheeks were flushed a deep scarlet masking his freckles and he didn't look Sam directly in the eye.
"Dean…" he asked softly.
"You...you started to scent me," Dean half whispered half stated.
Sam chanced a glance around and saw that a few people had stopped to watch and his own cheeks heated.
"Just...let's go," Dean managed. "Please."
The drive back to Bobby's was in silence. Dean stayed on his side of the car and somehow managed to make his larger frame as small as possible and wouldn't look at Sam.
"How'd it go?" Bobby asked.
Dean kept his head ducked as he darted upstairs to their room. Sam dropped the keys on the table by the door and went after him.
"Idjits," Bobby muttered.
"Dean, Dean I-"
He grunted as Dean suddenly knocked him onto the bed and kissed him.
"Do it," Dean said as he straddled him.
"Do what?" Sam asked.
"Scent me," Dean answered. "I...I'm gonna miss you, and...and I only meant to make you just a little jealous at the bar, and then she started talking about bond marks and scents and then you...you started to scent me and I just….do it Sammy. Please. I...I want you to scent me."
"Dean I...are you sure?" Sam asked. "We've never talked about this before."
"This is us talking about it," Dean answered. "Please Sammy. You're gonna be gone for a week and I...it didn't bother me before, maybe it's the hormones I don't know, everything is...Sammy I...I need this."
"Okay," Sam nodded and reached up to cup Dean's face. "Just, take a deep breath for me okay?"
"Sam-"
"Deep breath Dean. For me."
Dean rolled his eyes a little but did as told and took a deep breath. He exhaled slowly and let out a small yelp as Sam suddenly loosely pinned him to the bed.
"As much as I like you like dressed, I like you undressed even more," Sam said nonchalantly as he started to undress Dean.
"You're gonna get naked too right...I wanna scent you too," Dean replied. He averted his eyes as his cheeks flushed pink again. "I mean if that's okay."
"I would very much like that," Sam told him.
Sam took his time as he undressed Dean. He wanted to give him ample time to change his mind if it got to be too much.
That was new territory for them. Scenting each other. They had never dared to do it when their dad was alive and Sam doesn't have any recollection of it happening when he's little.
Sam had always wanted to. Show everyone who Dean belonged to. Even when they were both Alphas.
His lips quirked as he slid his fingers down Dean's chest and to the waistband of his jeans.
"What?" Dean asked. His breath hitched a little as Sam leaned down and kissed his neck. It was just a few inches from his scent gland.
"Nothing," Sam answered.
He tugged Dean's jeans off and tossed them on the floor. The pink bikini style panties followed suit.
Sam skimmed his fingers over Dean's skin.
"Come on Sam…" Dean was flushed pink had closed his eyes to hide to embarrassment.
Sam had already packed a few of Dean's shirt in his duffel and he knew Dean would no doubt confiscate half of Sam's while he was gone. But this...this was different. This was scenting. This would be letting every Beta, Alpha, and Omega know that Dean was taken.
Sam took less care as he undressed, his clothes joined Dean's on the floor.
Scenting didn't necessarily have to be done naked, but Dean's body was more responsive than Dean himself. His body would tell Sam what Dean wouldn't.
He took his time with it, not wanting to rush. Dean's breath hitched every so often and the lower Sam got the more the more his fingers tightened in his hair.
"I can stop," Sam told him.
"No!" Dean shifted a little. "No…It's just…" He took another breath. "No one's scented me since mom…"
Sam sat up to look at him. "...not even dad?"
Dean shook his head. "I mean...I know this is different than a parent scenting their child, but it's...this means that you want to be with me Sam...if you do this Sam, this is it. There won't...can't be any more breaks between us okay? We can't suddenly just go back to being brothers and acting like this never happened."
"Hey," Sam sat up all the way this time and cupped Dean's face, "I am in this with you for the long haul. You haven't scared me off yet."
"Bitch," Dean huffed with a small smile.
"Jerk," Sam returned the smile and kissed him.
Dean kissed back and Sam nudged his legs further apart so he could lie between them and they kissed languidly. It was nice.