When you were born, everyone thought you would be an alpha. You certainly had the attitude and commanding tone of one. As you grew up, your family never doubted what they thought would be your given biology, even if your parents were both betas, you had the makings of an alpha. Even if you were kind of petite for one, no one ever questioned it. There was no doubt, in your mind, that you were an alpha. Your family was shocked when your 16th birthday came and you presented as an omega. Omegas tended to be born only in lineages that previously had an omega. Neither your mother's family nor your father's have ever had an omega before. Thus, the fact that you presented as one not only brought problems to you, but also to your parents, especially your mother because now your father had suspicion of her cheating.

The truth came out when your father ordered a paternity test that came out negative. That's when your mother broke down and told him that she slept with a random man all those years ago. She never thought you'd be the daughter of a stranger. The possibilities were too slim. The one time with the man was nothing compared to the many times she had been with your father during the same time. And yet, you presented as an omega and your father was not your father. He left your mother shortly after that. And that's when she decided to start consuming alcohol.

She would drown herself in it and barely pay any attention to you. You were still a minor then, so you tried your best so that social services wouldn't notice the shift in your household. They never did, but your mother only started to get worse as time passed by. As an only child, you had no one else to help you with the burden of an alcoholic mother and the constant shifting of hormones. From a very early age, you decided to use suppressants for your heats and omega nature. It was the only thing you knew to do because with no other omega to teach you, you didn't know how to feel comfortable with your biology.

That also included when men started to notice you, especially alphas. Omegas weren't a thing that was unique or anything like that, but there were considerably fewer omegas than alphas or betas. So, whenever you forgot your suppressants and one managed to sniff you out, you'd have a bit of a job to do in chasing them away. Luckily, your non-warm attitude did a wonderful job to shatter their dreams of a meek omega. Or, at least, most of the time.

Once you were old enough to help support your family, you took a part-time job at a local diner while doing some courses in community college. It was the best you could've done, considering you had to help support your mother, and that your grades weren't good enough to allow you a full-ride scholarship. The misery of your life settled into a routine that only broke when you met him.

He was a handsome lad that used to come to the diner where you worked, he would order a big mountain of pancakes and a glass of water. He was a beta. First, he started to come once a week, and in your busy life, you didn't pay attention to him. But then it turned into twice, later, three times, until eventually, the man came almost every day. He started acting normal, but then your coworkers would notice the way he would stare at you when you looked away. It wasn't romantic or anything like that, it was downright creepy. Steadily, the stalking escalated. The more you would pay attention, you would notice him sneak into your daily life. Soon enough, you would not only encounter him at the diner, but also at the supermarket, the movie theater, or even at the bus stop. Most of the time, he would just stand there quietly looking at you from afar. It was so bizarre that you decided to confront him one day about it, but when you turned around to speak to him, he was no longer there.

However, that wasn't it. It blew up when he tried to rape you in an alleyway. You managed to shake him off of you with more force than you anticipated you would have. The movement sent him to the ground, hitting his head on the concrete wall. The forensic said he died instantly. You went to jail after that.

Yes, despite that he was the one that tried to rape you, you were the one that would go to jail for manslaughter. You had no money for a lawyer, so you took a plea and went in for five years. During that time, your mother died, and you couldn't mourn. Everything that was hers -and yours- was taken by the state to pay for the house's mortgage. You had to learn how to survive in prison, and to your surprise, you did so faster than you would've thought. Apparently, being an omega had certain privileges that allowed you to be on top of the food chain. You became one of the top guns in your woman's prison for four years. You made the best use of it until a week ago when you were unexpectedly transferred to another facility. They told you that they were cutting short your sentence for a year, but they were moving you in order for that to go through. It had something to do with some bureaucratic shit. So, you have only three months left of prison, but need to survive in a completely new one. Shit is going to be difficult.

"Here's your cell," Rufus, one of the prison guards, brings you to a room with one bed. You're surprised that you are not sharing with anyone else. The man must sense your thoughts because he adds: "we don't have many omegas in this prison. I think there's only another one, and she's in the psych ward. The warden decided to separate you from the rest."

It's no surprise that you're one of the few ones, but you're dead if you let the rest find out. They tend to get violent at injustices . Truth be told, omegas don't usually commit crimes. Their meek personalities don't allow them to. Not that you ever had that problem, with your alpha attitude.

Before leaving, Rufus turns around. "There are a few alpha guards... Most of them will leave you alone." There's a somber expression on his face. "But you still should be careful."

That first day, you spend it mostly in your cell. Recreational time has already passed a few hours ago. Although there's dinner in a few minutes, the guard told you that you wouldn't be allowed to meet the others until tomorrow. It's some sort of safety measure that you couldn't understand. So, you decide to follow along and take a long nap until the next day. However, and you would never confess this to anyone after, you were kind of nervous about this new prison, and you couldn't sleep that night.

Once morning came, you go to get breakfast with your head held high and a smirk on your face. Rule number one is that you never have to let anyone see your real emotions. People barely pay attention as you take your powder eggs and crappy milk from the inmate working in the kitchen. You decide to settle at an almost empty table in order to look around. Since you have only three months left, there is no time nor necessity for you to take over the place or anything like that. Not the way you did back in your hometown's prison. The best course of action is for you to behave and leave this place as soon as you can. Yes, you will maintain a low profile and keep quiet. You're still on suppressants, so there is no reason for the others to find out your biology. Back in the other prison, everyone knew because the first step that allowed you to take over it was when people found out you were an omega murderer. Then they started to create rumors around it and the next thing you knew, you were either a hit woman or an assassin hired to get rid of rapists. Letting the rumors fly proved to be good for you because no one dared to touch you. And when they tried, you already had plenty of allies.

Peace is needed in this new prison. Your plans are instantly hindered by a pretty redhead approaching your table. She has a tray of food in her hands and is going directly to your table, so it is rather obvious that she is coming with the purpose of speaking with you.

"Hey!" The smile on her face is blinding. She sits directly in front of you. "Welcome to Lawrence Prison!" The chirpy tone makes you smile immediately, despite your initial reluctance. "We don't receive many newcomers these days, so when I saw the bus pull up yesterday, I knew I had to introduce myself. My name is Charlie Bradbury."

You tell her your name and then add: "nice to meet you". She seems like a nice person, but you're still a little wary about whatever crime she's in for.

"Oh, you don't have to worry," she must've caught the hesitancy in your voice, "I'm not in for murder or anything, just a little trouble with computers. I'm a hacker, or at least I used to be. What are you in for?"

"Murder," you respond. Charlie loses her smile. After a short moment, you laugh at her face. She must think you're joking because she follows along.

"Well, you should be careful saying things like that because not everyone is as chill like me. They might take it to heart and think you're a threat."

You take a bite out of your eggs, the flavor is horrible, but after all these years you're used to prison food by now. "I'm not here to make any problems, I just have a few more months left, and then I'm outta here."

Charlie nods as she digs into her food. "I hear ya, I still have a year left, but I try to keep a low profile most of the time."

"Well, do you have any tips for me?" You look around at the surrounding women. Some of them have noticed that you're new, and others pay no attention. Near the doors, you see one of the guards looking your way.

"Umm, I would stay away from Ruby and her crew." She points to a table where a pretty brunette sits at. "They mostly cause trouble. Other than that, some male guards like to bug us occasionally. That one," she points to the one looking at you, "his name is Crowley, he believes he's the boss here. He won't do anything to you directly, but he really enjoys mind games. Also, you should really stay away from Gordon Walker, he's not a good man."

"I see... Thanks for the warning."

She must see something somber in your eyes. "Hey, but not all of it is bad! Jody Mills, one of the female guards, she's pretty chill and nice to everyone. Also, the Winchester brothers are good. As for the inmates, you can always hang out with me or Jo over there." She points to a blonde on the other side of the cafeteria.

You smile at her, "I really appreciate that, Charlie."

She's about to add something else when something catches her attention. "Heads up, that's Dean, one of the Winchester brothers. Lisa, one of Ruby's goonies is smitten with him. Well... She's not the only one, but she's the more intense one."

You look back to see a tall guard entering the cafeteria. He has a muscled body and his ass looks really nice in the uniform. You can see why Lisa likes him. At one of the tables nearest to the door, where Ruby sits, you see a woman with straight black hair and olive skin perk in her seat at the sight of him. By her reaction, you guess that's Lisa. However, Dean must've noticed her too because as soon as he enters, he turns around and leaves the room. The brief encounter doesn't allow you to get a proper look at him. You don't know why, but this makes you slightly disappointed.

Charlie witnesses the reaction as well because she laughs briefly. "Yeah, after the incident where she basically threw herself at him, he tends to avoid being in the same room as her. As you know, inmates and guards are not supposed to mingle like that."

"You said the Winchesters are nice?"

She grimaces, "no, I said good . They're not always nice, but they're fair." She thinks it over. "Sam's probably the kindest, his brother is stricter." She means Dean.

"I see..." Even after he's gone, there's something about Dean Winchester that makes him get stuck in your head.

It's a few days after that you manage to get a proper look at Dean Winchester. Ever since you arrived at this new prison, you've tried to keep your head down and stick to our daily routine of boredom. You wake up, grab breakfast, go back to your cell, read a book, get lunch, have some recreational time, go back to your cell, and sleep. You tend to spend your free time with Charlie or Jo. You met the bubbly blonde the same day that you did Charlie, after she introduced her to you. Them, along with Jo's mother, Ellen, are a pretty chill group to hang out with.

As far as you can tell, your suppressants haven't failed you, and no one suspects you of being an omega. The inmates that Charlie told you to be careful with haven't spared a glance your way. You're grateful for it. That's been your monotonous life, until today, when you cross paths again with Dean Winchester.

As you stare at the sky above, the morning breeze plays with your hair. Today, the guards have decided to let you enjoy your recreational time earlier than usual. In the afternoon, there's a movie function being held for some inmates. Sadly, you're not invited to it because your heat cycle is almost around the corner. So this is your last outing before you get locked in your cage until your heat is over. You're not expecting it for at least another two days, but it's better to be safe than sorry in a prison where there are alpha guards. Or at least that's what the warden told you when she conveyed the news.

Charlie and the Harvelles are attending the movie, so they are not here with you. The yard is pretty empty except for you and a few other inmates that misbehave during functions. You're lucky, just one of Ruby's gang is out here. Vaguely, you remember her name being Anna. You're so immersed in looking at the skyline that it takes you a moment to feel the heavy gaze on you. When you do, you realize that someone has been staring for a while now. Curiously, you turn around and lock eyes with a beautiful green pair. The man has a sharp jawline and short blonde hair. His face looks severe, but there's a spark in his eyes that piques your interest. You've seen him before, he's the owner of that nice ass that you met on your second day: Dean Winchester. Once he realizes he's been caught staring, he doesn't look away, instead, he seems to take it as a challenge. You, never the one to back down, stare back.

The opportunity allows you to inspect more of the man before you. Clearly, his ass is not the only thing nice about him. He has broad shoulders, an athletic chest, and nice big hands. Also, he's quite tall. You don't have to sniff out to know instantly that he's an alpha. Even so, something within you makes you take a deep breath in his direction. Like a truck, a very nice, strong smell hits you. The reaction in your body is almost instantaneous, as heat settles in your belly and your mouth waters in desire. Oh, you never felt this way before with an alpha. He must also notice the shift in your posture because he takes a deep breath as well. You don't really expect any reaction from him, considering that you are under suppressant and your smell is nearly null. However, and probably to your bad luck, your approaching heat must be battling with your pills because you see a change in him instantly. It's nothing really noticeable unless you're paying attention to him, but because you're still looking at each other, you catch as his jaw clenches and his eyes turn a darker shade. Does he feel it too?

With decisive steps, Dean makes his way toward you. The movement forces you to look away, did he think you were challenging him? Is he coming over to punish you? Or is it something else?

"Inmate!" His harsh, deep voice sends a shiver down your spine. You pray that he doesn't notice the effects he has on your body. "State your name."

You peek back at him. He's already in front of you looking ready to devour you, if it's out of desire or anger, you're not sure. With a low whisper, in a way that you've never done before, you tell him your name.

Shortly after you realize the meek way you just responded, you sit straighter and examine him with a critical eye. Up close, Dean is more handsome than you thought. He raises an eyebrow at your scrutiny but doesn't comment on it. Instead, he does some analysis of his own. His gaze feels heavy, something inside of you wanting to push out. A primal instinct that begs to be released. Now that he's only a few feet from you, Dean's scent is even stronger. You cannot pinpoint exactly what it is, but it's the most delicious thing you've ever smelled.

You can almost feel your biology trying to push out. Before either you can act upon whatever this is, Jody Mills calls the end of the break, and you have to take your gaze off of him. Without another word, you stand up and walk away from him. Each step is like being ripped into pieces.

Your time apart from Dean doesn't last long, because that afternoon, when you are bored in your cell waiting for lunch, you hear steps approaching and a faint delicious smell reaches you. He has never come to feed you before. There's a part of you that wonders why he's here now. The guard that most of the time sticks to you because he's beta is Castiel. Now Dean's here. You haven't been able to stop thinking about him, does he feel the same? Is that the reason why he's the one outside your cell right now?

"Inmate!"

His gruff voice echoes in the solitary pavilion. They keep you away from the rest of the inmates, so you're basically in an area no one really visits. You're used to it because the same happened in your previous prison. It comes in handy when your heat arrives. You stand up and walk towards the gate. With resolution, you utter your full name.

"What's that?" Dean asks. There's a tray in his hands that shakes when he hits it against the bars.

"That's my name, not inmate ."

He smiles at you, "oh, I know your name, omega." Coming out of his mouth, the title awakens something that sends waves of heat towards your lower regions. He knows the effect he causes on you because his smirk only grows bigger. "Here, I brought your lunch." He places the tray on the opening that allows you to take it from him.

"Thank you," you murmur. Some part of you wants to play the same game that he does because you add: "alpha."

His light demeanor falls instantly, and something primal shapes his features. "You should be careful who you say that."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I don't say that to anyone." The implication of your words doesn't go unnoticed by him. Though, you suspect that he must be aware of the lingering sensation that travels through your biologies in each other's company. Yes, whatever this is, you haven't felt it with another alpha -or anyone- before. Yet, you want to make sure that it's reciprocated. "Do you call everyone omega?"

He takes a deep breath before deciding to answer. "No, I've never called omega anyone before."

You expected the alpha to put a little more of a fight towards the obvious truth that surrounds you. At least considering that you are in a prison, and he is your guard.

"I see, doesn't it scare you?"

"Why would it?"

"Because of who I am."

He shakes his head instantly. You grip the tray in your hands harder, scrutinizing his face for lies. There's nothing on it that could spark your mistrust. The only thing you're able to catch is a myriad of freckles decorating his nose and cheekbones. Your alpha is so utterly perfect that all you want to do is stare at him.

He must sense your incredulity because he explains. "I know what you're in for. I dug it out a while back." You take a sharp breath of air, expecting to be called a murderer. You don't want to see the look on his face when he does so, therefore, you take your food and retreat to your bed. "And I know that you were just defending yourself from that man." The confession has you stopping in your tracks. "I know that you didn't mean to hurt him, even though he had it coming. Not all omegas are as lucky as you. Before I was a prison guard, I used to work at the PD. There, I would see a lot of raped and murdered women... it usually happened with omegas." You knew this already, out there is a nasty world for women. "I'm sorry that they put you in jail for it." You look back at him. His face is soft as he says his next words: "I'm sorry we had to me this way, but I'm not sorry we're here right now." Something warm settles in your chest at his naked feelings. There's nothing you can say that can compare it, so you just respond:

"I'm not sorry either."

The food is long forgotten on the bed, any hunger you could've had has been replaced by something you cannot name but smells like Dean Winchester. You take a few steps his way, and once you're in front of the bars, he extends an arm through them to touch your cheek. His hands are gentle against your skin. For a moment, you decide to enjoy the feeling it sparks in your body and soul. Dean feels like home, the one you haven't had ever since you presented as an omega. Right now, all that you need is in front of you.

Even if you have never stopped taking your suppressants, you dutifully keep a track of your heat cycle. Normally, it is not necessary for you to take precautions on those days because your pills work wonderfully. Still, the administration of the prison requires you to be under lockdown during that time. It's claimed to be a safety measure that prevents you from getting hurt in case something goes wrong. Ever since you presented, this safeguard has been merely an annoyance that you deemed unnecessary. The pharmaceutics that you take have always been great. At least, until now.

In the back of your mind, you know exactly what triggered this change. It's not the suppressants' fault, they're just not strong enough to battle against a biological change activated with the encounter of true mates. Because this is what it is. What other explanation is there? True mates aren't something everyone can find, but it isn't a myth either. It's just... rare. The thought overwhelms you, you never believed you'd find an alpha, to begin with, so Dean being your true mate? Days ago, you would've laughed about it. Yet, as you suffer from the pain of your heat in the uncomfortable prison bed, that's the only explanation you can come up with.

From the instant you first saw him, there was something that pulled you to him. Your mind never stopped going to those few seconds in the cafeteria. Back then, you didn't know what it was. Then there were the two last encounters and now your imminent heat that, not only it's early, but also strong. There's no doubt in your mind that Dean Winchester has something to do with it.

You roll on the bed with a pained hiss leaving your lips. Your stomach clenches uncomfortably. There's sweat covering all of your body, despite that you shredded most of your clothes and the only thing covering you is your underwear and a light sheet. You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be filled with a knot. It's like this is payback for all of those times that you escaped from your heat thanks to the suppressants. It's like being sick and horny at the same time. Shitty, really.

A few hours ago, the administration was notified of your development. Now you're under surveillance even more so than before. Anyone that isn't a female and a beta is banned from this area of the prison, at least until your heat is over. Earlier, a guard brought you some 'necessities' for your heat. There are things that you've never had the requirement to use before; some painkillers, food, and water, but there are also... sex toys. A big, black dildo with a knot stands out the most. You haven't touched them. You're no virgin, though you're a little hesitant to partake in it. You've never had to before! It's not fair that you get to meet your mate in this condition just for you not to be able to be with him.

A harsh, agonizing wave shakes your body from head to toe. The sensation has you clenching your fists and drowning a scream on your pillow. This is torture. There's no way Dean would be allowed to help you, right? Most likely, no one suspects him to be your alpha. Technically, he isn't, yet. Of course, he won't be able to help. You glance back at the toys in the box. With shaky hands, you grip the first one you touch. It's a pink, veiny, long dildo. It'll do. Your other hand goes under the covers, and you hastily pull down your panties. You test your folds first. They're moist and tender, you're not sure if it's because of the fever or the desire that constricts your bones.

Closing your eyes, you continue to caress as you imagine Dean tracing your folds with rugged hands in a circular pattern. You picture him looking up at you with those big green eyes of his; darkness in them and filled with intense desire. The dildo replaces your hand. With the tip, you trace the path Dean would. First, he would touch your labia delicately, up and down, gathering the juices leaking out of you. The tip of his fingers would feel rough against your velvety skin. He'd admire the mess you made on the bed, all that arousal that just proves how much you want him. You'd like to think that he would taste it, murmuring praises to the sweet nectar. Dean would suck on his index finger, from the base to the tip, until he swallows all of your mess. His other hand would come up to rest on your breast, the nipples hardening from his masculine touch. He'd massage them and admire the delicious sounds you make, Dean murmuring praises in between your thighs. Then, he would stroke delicately your clit, smirking when you moan his name in a wave of ecstasy. As your mind wanders into a world of fantasy, you take the dildo into your entrance. The sheets lay completely forgotten by your feet, exposing yourself to everyone who dares to wander outside your cell. Not that you think anyone is coming. With a harsh push, the tip of the dildo settles inside you.

"Oh, alpha..." you can't contain the sounds leaving your mouth as you call for an alpha that isn't there.

With your other hand, you find your clit and start rubbing shamelessly. The pink cock pushes your walls apart when you thrust it deeper. Your insides welcome it almost immediately. With labored breathing, you start a pace; harshly caressing your sensitive bud and pulling in and out the dildo. The pain that previously prevented you to move is now long forgotten, it has been replaced by the delicious feelings your hands are administrating. Or, more like, Dean's hands, because in your mind, his thumb massages your clit while his thick cock is buried deep inside you as he pounds fiercely at your cunt. There's something raw and animalistic about the way he looks at you. It's just like when a predator is about to consume their food. Or at least, that's how you imagine it to be. Flesh hitting flesh in an agonizing battle for release. You picture how he'd groan as his knot pops and his seed spills inside you. What a sweet sound. Without warning, the tightness in your belly explodes as you cum on the toy. A loud scream leaves your lips, and you're pretty sure the entire west side of the prison heard. No matter. You ride out your high in blissful happiness.

However, not even ten seconds after the liberation comes, it goes. A cramp in your belly warns you this isn't over, this time, you moan in pain.

"Don't worry, omega, I'll take care of it." You open your eyes and look outside the cell at the voice that says those words. The perfect smell of Dean Winchester combines with the one of your arousal.

He looks gorgeous in the moonlight, standing there while palming the bulge on his uniform. You can see the outline of a semi-erect cock poking at the fabric. When you glance at his face, you notice he's too busy enjoying the view of your open legs, pussy on full display. It's until then that you remember the dildo is still buried inside you. Your blouse has also rolled up and one of your breasts is out of its confines. Under normal circumstances, you would've covered yourself in embarrassment, now all you can do is moan his title:

"Alpha, please."

Dean doesn't need to be told twice, with a key he takes from his belt, he opens the cell door. "Castiel told me what happened as soon as he heard. I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier, omega. Don't worry, no one is gonna bother us." You don't care about what he has to say, the only thing you need right now is Dean's knot. You try to stand up to meet him halfway, but the pains in your body make you fall back into the bed. He rushes to your side instantly. "Shhh, I'm here now." The warmth of his fingers when he caresses your face proves that this isn't your imagination anymore. Your true mate, your alpha, is right here with you.

The acknowledgement of if, plus the closeness of him, calms your aches immediately.

"Dean," you breathe out his name. A shiver runs down his spine at your needy tone.

Without warning, he dives for your lips. The connection has your body quivering. Your hands reach around his neck for better support. His mouth is demanding against yours. At that moment, you forget you're a prisoner, and he's your guard. What happens tomorrow has lost meaning compared to being in your alpha's arms. The only thing that matters is that, from now on, beside Dean, you're gonna be alright.