News about your last relationship status with one of the Winchester guards spread like wildfire. Everyone in prison knows by now that you have something going on with Dean, even the warden. Close relationships between inmates and personnel are completely forbidden by the law in most cases, so it's no wonder that you got called to his office after you got discharged from the infirmary. Or at least, that's what you were supposed to do if not for your heat arriving earlier. While you were still recovering from the beat-up that Lisa gave you, your heat reached you. Because of security reasons, your meeting with the warden was postponed until further notice. So they took you back to your cell, where you spent the following days in excruciating pain.

During that time, you didn't see or hear anything from Dean. The omega part of you was expecting some kind of contact, but the rational part of you knew not to wait for anything. It wasn't until your heat was over when one of the guards named Castiel told you Dean had been suspended until an investigation about the rumors could be done. Obviously, you felt bad about it, you never intended for him to lose his job over you. Thus, after your heat finished, you requested to immediately meet with the warden. Despite the fact that they wanted to talk to you in the first place, they didn't accept your visitation until a few weeks after your heat.

During that time, you tried to be cautious in prison. The last thing you needed was for Lisa and her gang to jump you again. You remained by your friends' side at all times, and always in the presence of trustworthy guards. Luckily for you, the prison took the attack as seriously as you. They didn't give you private security or anything like that, but they kept you and Lisa mainly separated. For example, your free time outside the cell block had different schedules, so neither of you would encounter the other. Nevertheless, that did not mean you were safe from other inmates' verbal bullying. Everyone had a little something to say about your mishap with Dean. Most of the time they were negative comments. You tried to ignore them in favor of listening to your friends' supporting words. For them, nothing has changed between you, and they actually listened to you when you told them the whole story. It was their words of encouragement that pushed you to make a request to the warden. What you want is an opportunity to form a bond with Dean. There is no doubt in your mind that he is your alpha, and you intend to tell the administration as much.

Robert Singer is sitting in front of you with a calm expression on his face. You've been expecting this meeting for a while now, and now that you are in front of him, you cannot utter a single word. You want to talk in favor of you and Dean, you want to defend yourself from all the rumors circulating. Most of all, you want to express how much you love Dean; how much you believe he is your true alpha, and there is nothing you desire more in your life than being with him. If so, then why does nothing come to your brain when you open your mouth to speak? Why does Robert Singer's gaze makes you feel like a scolded child?

You inhale deeply through your nose, and when you're finally about to begin your speech, Robert Singer cuts you off. First, he says your name softly, as if testing the waters with your reaction. When he sees that you are tougher than you look, he continues talking. "Do you understand that you have only a few weeks left in here, and you are still causing trouble for me?" Despite his words, he doesn't sound angry, more like just tired.

"I'm sorry, warden, it was never my intention to cause trouble, or any of this sort." You clear your throat loudly, your speech vanishing from your brain. "Things just sort of happened."

"Sort of happened?" Mr. Singer's voice is full of incredulity. "So, you accidentally got involved with one of my guards? And more than once, if I may add." Yes, he definitely sounds like a parent scolding their kid. "You might be aware there are a lot of rumors circulating about your involvement with Dean Winchester, and it does not favor either of you. If any of these proves to be true, you would get an extended sentence, and Mr. Winchester would not only lose his job but also go to prison."

"Prison?" You weren't expecting that turn of events.

"Yes, since you were under his care, and he abused his power..."

Before he can continue, though, you interrupt him, "but he didn't abuse his power, it wasn't like that, please, just let me tell you the whole story."

His face is pure disbelief, but he allows your request. And so, you dive into a PG-13 explanation of your relationship with Dean. You emphasize how you instantly knew he was your alpha, and how he didn't force you to do anything. You also tell him about your feelings and how you need him more than ever during your heats. Needless to say that Roberts Singer blushed at that confession. You want nothing to happen to your lover, so you share your knowledge about certain information you knew was true because you've heard it before. Most of the time, relationships between inmates and guards are strictly forbidden, there is one exception to the rule: true mates. Finding your true mate is something that rarely happens, people say that only 10% of the population would ever find their true mate. Therefore, no matter how you find them, rules don't apply. In this case, there is no stopping you and Dean from being together, and Mr. Singer is aware, based on the look on his face once you finish talking.

"Yes, I know." He makes a long pause as he studies your expression. "Actually, I already knew about all of it because Dean told me himself."

Your surprise shows when you voice: "he did?"

"Yes, he told me a few days ago, but Miss, I wanted you to come here to hear your side of the story as well because if what you're both saying is true, and you are true mates, then there's no trouble for me and all this mess gets cleared up."

"So you believe us?" You ask with hope.

"I've known Dean Winchester since he was almost a baby, I've seen the boy be with many girls," you try to control the jealousy from showing, "and I know for a fact that I have never seen him like that when he spoke about you. Idjit is clearly taken." Your smile can nearly split your face in two. "That doesn't mean that I wouldn't have preferred you waited until being released from prison to start your... passion."

"Oh Mr. Singer!" You squeal, "I'm so happy you understand. Now, what's going to happen?"

He dismisses you with a hand gesture. "Now you'll go back to your cell to finish your sentence," your face drops, "Dean will be back on the job, but a respectful distance from you... and when your heat comes, you will have mate visits from him like any other alpha and omega."

That is possibly the happiest news you've had in a long time. For the first time, you're going to be able to be with Dean properly, without hiding, and like a real couple. The thought comes to your mind: now he will be able to claim you like you always wanted him to but couldn't because of the possibility of your secret going out. Even though you have been suspecting of being true mates for a while now, you didn't say anything for fear of getting a bad reaction from everyone. And even though half of the prison population doesn't like what's happening between you and the older Winchester, you don't really care as long as you can be with him for good. So now that you know that there are not gonna be any problems with the law and your release is still on track, you can finally calm down and enjoy the experience of finding your mate. A chill runs through your body, you can imagine all the possibilities once you get out. You still have one heat remaining before finally seeing the outside world again, and it's a relief to know that you're not going to spend it alone.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Singer!" You shake his hand vigorously, and without saying anything else, you skip out the door with a jump in your step.

Despite the warden's words, it takes much longer than you would've liked to see Dean again. It's two weeks before your release, and only a few days before your heat, that you see him once more. Nothing prepares you for it, really. You've been waiting to see him, but the moment that you actually do, everything within you crashes until the only thing you can do is stare at him like a mesmerized puppy.

The day that it happens you're back at the courtyard enjoying the little sun today provides. It's been kind of gloomy lately, yet you don't know if it's because you haven't seen your mate in a while, or because of the actual weather. Either way, and for the first time in a while, you're enjoying your day out when it happens. This time, you're alone -or as alone, you can be with one guard watching over you like a hawk. It's only a few days until you can finally go out in the world with your freedom, so you really thank Robert Singer for assigning you protection to avoid unnecessary fights with the inmates -Lisa- that have it against you. Although, some part of you is sure that he did it because of the fondness you saw in his eyes when he spoke about Dean.

You're deep inside your thoughts, and not really paying attention to your surroundings until a delicious smell reaches your nostrils. You cannot really pinpoint the aroma, but you've smelled it before. Your heart registers the source much quicker than your brain. It starts beating faster while you search. Easily, your eyes find a pair of green ones already staring back at you. Like a trance, your mind goes blank when you lock gazes with Dean. In those first seconds, neither of you moves from your spot. The only thing you can do is stare at each other after so long being apart. You don't even realize how much you've missed him until your heart clenches in your chest. Truly, he is a sight to behold. His hair is slightly longer and there's a light stubble on his chin that only makes him look hotter. There are small bags under his eyes, and he seems paler than before, but for you, he's still the man you love. When you finally look at his body, you cannot deny the wave of desire that runs through you.

Of course, you want your alpha, but you probably should control yourself in a public setting. Even if now you're allowed to be with him, that doesn't mean people won't talk about it. Nevertheless, as you start to think about that, you realize that you actually don't give a fuck about what the other inmates believe. You only cared about the warden and your friends' opinions, and they are all ok with your relationship, so why keep holding back? Especially since you only have so little left in prison.

Without giving it any more thought, you take a sprint in the direction of your lover. Dean doesn't fall behind because he also takes long, purposeful steps toward you. The rest of the world fades away as the only thing that matters is your mate. Your senses are overloaded by his scent, and it not only causes you to feel the desire in your body, but also the warmth that your connection provides. It's like finally going home after a long day of work. Even though you don't have a place to go back to after you leave prison, wherever Dean is, you know it will become your home.

When you finally meet in the middle of the courtyard, he takes no time to envelop you in his arms. He grabs you by the waist and pushes you flush against his body. Your head rests comfortably on his chest, you can hear his heart beating faster every time he breathes in your aroma. One of his hands encircles your waist protectively, while the other travels from your back all the way to your neck. He raises your face to look you in the eye, in his gaze you can see how much he has missed you over the weeks he was separated from you. You haven't realized it until now, but you understand that the deep hole in your chest was caused by Dean's absence. Now that he's finally with you again, you feel complete.

When he lowers his face to yours, you meet him halfway. The touch of his lips is soft at first, almost as if he's testing the waters. You've kissed before, though this time feels it feels different. Having a forbidden relationship had its thrills, and yet nothing can compare to the feeling of finally being able to call Dean yours. Because he is yours, and you are his, and you're kissing him in front of the entire prison to show him how much you love him, but also to show the rest of the world. Now that you're not afraid of repercussions, nothing can stop you from being with your mate. And nothing ever will. You never gave a lot of thought about having an alpha, it never really interested you that much. Now that you do, you cannot imagine a better companion in life than the man in your arms. How can you imagine yourself with anyone else after you tasted the extent of Dean's love?

When your hands travel up to his chest, Dean's embrace around you tightens as his lips turn harsher. Vaguely, you hear gasps of surprise around you. It's kind of ironic that after all the rumors around your relationship with him, they're still surprised to see the truth. The bigger part of you wants to keep kissing him, and probably let him take you right there in front of everyone, but you still have some rationality left that allows you to step away from him with a sigh. From the corner of your eye, you can see Lisa with her mouth wide open, stupidly. You can't help the satisfaction that fills your body.

By the next day, the entire prison knows of your newly acquired relationship status. Everyone was aware that things with Dean Winchester have gone from being a rumor to turning into reality. You suspect that everyone believed the warden would punish you by locking you in high security -or solitary- and that he would fire Dean. They were all expecting -even hoping- for the worst. Well, everyone but your friends. Nevertheless, you weren't there to watch the chaos to the news. The most you got to see was that day in the courtyard because, by the next night, your heat had already stroked you hard.

You're in the same dingy cell you have been since your arrival in the prison, where you usually spend your heats. A food tray lays forgotten on the floor, the contents are still in there because you're in too much pain to even get hungry. The cramps in your lower belly are harsh and unforgiving. Sweat clings to your forehead and makes the small blouse that's covering you soak through. Even so, nothing is wetter than your panties, the slick that conceals your folds readying you for a penetration that never happens. You're getting kind of tired of ruining every pair of underwear you have when your heat comes through. It's like your body cannot understand that you have no one to help you with the desire running through your veins. In a small whisper, your brain supplies the name of your alpha, Dean Winchester. Just the memory of him has a deep cramp making you whine on the bed. He's the only one you need right now, and he isn't here.

This time, you're too preoccupied with yourself that you hear him before you smell him. "Omega," his voice is deeper than usual, clear lust morphing the sweet tone in which he usually speaks to you.

You open your eyes without a second thought, the exhaustion from the pain leaving you momentarily. Dean, your alpha, is in the same spot where he was the first time he caught you in one of your heats. His eyes are blown black in lust, staring at you as if he wants to eat you like the most delicious dish ever served. One of his hands is holding the jail bar in such a tight grip, that you can see the white of his knuckles as he contains himself from just bursting into the cell to take you in a fit of raw, senseless passion. In the light of the moon, you can see his dark blond hair shine beautifully. And in the air, you are able to smell the craving in his bones.

"Alpha," your whine turns into a moan when he opens the cell door with the same key he used months ago. It's impossible not to feel the electrifying expectancy in the atmosphere. When he closes the door behind him, you turn in your bed to greet him.

Let's be honest, Dean Winchester has seen many beautiful women throughout his lifetime, but nobody can compare to the writhing mess you are as you wait for him with your legs spread open. The thin material covering your pussy does nothing to hide your wetness. You're basically leaking for him to knot you. He could skip the foreplay and fuck you into the mattress, and you'd be thanking him. That's not Dean, though, what kind of beast would only care about his needs before his partner's? Before his mate's? Because he knows this is it. This is the moment you've both been expecting. You've been given the green light to be with each other, the thing you'd desired the most. You can now be happy and start planning a life together. Your freedom is only a few days away, and no one can ruin that. Plus, now that your heat is here, there's one thing left for him to do. Dean has to claim you- no, Dean wants to claim you. And if your pleading eyes are any indication, so do you.

"Shh, Omega, it's ok," he takes off his shirt in a hasty movement, but apart from that and his shoes, he remains clothed. "Don't worry, I'm gonna take good care of you."

Like a predator stalking its prey, Dean climbs on top of you from the foot of the bed, his eyes radiating with contained craving. Looking at him, all willing to be with you and make you happy, you could almost come from the thought of what he's about to do to you. The expectancy roots you in place when he positions his face right between your thighs. Your breathing speeds up, given the short amount of time you spent in each other's embrace before your love was broadcasted, Dean has never gone down on you before. The thought of it has your thighs closing in desire. Dean isn't having any of it, though, because he keeps them open with his hands.

"Dean," you whine his name needy.

"Be a good girl for your Alpha, yes?" He doesn't allow you to argue anymore as he nuzzles your damp panties with his nose. Your moan is loud when he licks over the fabric, and your clit tingles at the sensation. "You make the fucking prettiest sounds, sweetheart." His raspy voice effortlessly makes you wetter.

You briefly wonder if the guards outside your empty cell block can hear the lewd sounds you're making. Nevertheless, any other possible thoughts leave your brain as soon as Dean starts eagerly licking your pussy. He's like a thirsty man drinking from your fountain. Dean seems to be enjoying himself, considering his grunts of pleasure. You're a moaning mess, and he hasn't even touched you directly yet. His ministrations are still over the panties, his strong arms spreading you open like a blossoming flower. It's perfect, but you're greedy, you want him to touch you.

"Dean... Alpha..." His title spurs him on, and just as if he's reading your mind, he knows what you need.

In one single swift movement, he takes off your underwear. Unlike the tenderness of his previous touches, Dean is rough, with a hunger to consume you in every way possible. When the garment is in his hands, instead of throwing it away like you expect him to, he places it in his pocket, winking at you. Being an inmate doesn't allow you to have a variety of clothes, so that is one of the few pairs that you have. Before you can berate him, though, he dives for your pussy.

Dean doesn't shy away from lapping in between your vaginal lips. Your gasp ultimately turns into a moan when his tongue brushes your clit. Motivated by your reaction, Dean settles into a messy rhythm. One where his mouth is all over your cunt. Kissing, licking, sucking, penetrating, and even biting into the tender flesh. There's a glorious moment when his tongue is deep inside of you while the tip of his freckled nose rubs your clit almost unintentionally. Dean between your legs is a sight to behold. You never in your life would have imagined having such a man worship you this way. You're not sure how it happens, but nearing your peak, your hands tangle in his short hair, pulling him closer. It comes too soon, maybe given your heat, but next thing you know, you're cumming into his mouth. He licks eagerly, working you through your high, and you scream his name in delight.

Nevertheless, quickly after your release arrives, it goes. As delicious as that felt, you need Dean's knot to be fully satiated, and he knows it. He eyes you up and down, and in a commanding voice, he says; "take off your shirt." Normally, you're not one for taking orders, though you cannot help the omega in you swooning at the authoritarian tone. Enthusiastic to please him, you do as he says. You're not wearing any bra underneath, so your tits perk at the attention they receive when Dean looks hungrily at you. "Soon, I'm gonna take my sweet time with you, baby." The promise lingers in the air, hot and heavy. "But right now, we both know what you need."

Dean stands up briefly to finish undressing, his glorious dick springing free. He doesn't stay away for long because before you can protest on his departure, he's back, covering your body with his. Without hesitation, his lips claim yours in a searing kiss that has your toes curling. Your arms link around his broad shoulders as you bring him closer. In his mouth, you can taste yourself like a mixture of depravity, lust, and love. It's a weird combination, one that also smells a lot like pussy, Dean Winchester, and home. Aren't the last ones the same?

You don't dwell on it much because it is then that you feel the girth of his dick settle in your puffy lips. Everything you've been waiting for is just a few moments away. This isn't the first time Dean has knotted you, but it will be the time when he gets to claim you. It'll happen, you can feel it in the way he looks at you; this is it. He doesn't want to spend another moment without being your Alpha, and quite honestly, neither do you.

"Alpha," your breath fans his face in a tender caress. "Dean, I am yours." There's no hesitation in the matter, he might not have bitten you yet, but you've been his ever since he laid eyes on you.

And the best thing about it all is that's mutual. "And I'm yours, Omega, only yours."

Soft, almost timidly, his cock brushes in the outer part of your warm pussy. Dean relishes the sounds you make, so needy, and he hasn't even gone in yet. He savors the feeling of your wetness coating his shaft. He's going to fuck you, there's no doubt, but he wants to hold onto his moment a while longer. Nevertheless, the sweet stimulus of your tender clit threatens to crush you again. You don't want to finish without his knot, and your whimper tells him as much.

"I got you," in a swift movement, he enters you. Despite Dean's cock being thick, your slippery walls allow him to ease in without pain. You welcome him with a loud moan.

Pleasantly surprised, Dean realizes that you're just the right fit for him. Your warmth hugs him in the right places. Almost as if you were made for each other. For a second, he enjoys the perfect grip you have on him. It's been too long since he's been inside of you. He cannot hold still much longer, though, because when you roll your hips upwards to create friction, Dean grunts in pleasure. After that, both of you become a primal mess.

Even though you have always craved the connection you have now with Dean, you never imagined you would find it. True mates are rare, and you believe, it was even more impossible in your circumstances. You knew you would eventually leave prison, but now being allowed to have a happy life with the man you love is truly everything you could ever wish for. Dean's embrace is everything you wanted.

As your lover pounds in and out of you, you start to lose yourself in the sensations your lower regions provide and the delicious grip he has on your hips. It's nearly bruising sometimes, but this only adds to the experience. Like a thirsty man, Dean searches your lips almost blindly. His mouth finds yours in a very much expected dance of tongues. He doesn't shy away from kissing you with all of his might. It's dirty and hot; a silent battle for dominance. You have always had kind of an alpha attitude, so it's no surprise that you're not so easily submitted even at the peak of your heat. He's the one on top of you, fucking you restlessly into the mattress, but that doesn't mean he has the upper hand in the whole encounter. You show him as much from the way your lips try to overpower him. Dean bites, sucks, and does his very best to show you what you mean to him with the skillfulness of his touch. However, you refuse to stay behind and deliver as much. He likes it. It's incredible, now that you know for certain that he accepts you for who you are. He doesn't mind you, tiny in comparison to him, trying to dominate aspects of your strange relationship. Dean even likes it when you take over sometimes. It's exhilarating to know that you can be yourself. Like right now, he clearly doesn't mind surrendering to your dominant mouth.

It is then that Dean starts to pick up his pace, thrusting more eagerly each time. The new angle allows him to hit a particular spot inside of you. You whine at the new feeling, but his mouth doesn't leave yours, so he shallows your sounds. Even when it's time to take a breath, he only moves his mouth to your neck, giving it as much attention as he had to your lips. Trying to pull him closer, you hook your legs around his hips. The movement brings his cock deeper inside you. Clearly, Dean also likes it because he moans sensually in your ear.

"Fuck, Omega, you feel so good wrapped around me." Hearing his dirty words, you clench tighter. Dean grunts, "yeah, just like that, baby." You can feel Dean swelling inside you, his knot beginning to expand. As expected of true mates, you realize you're also nearing your peak for the second time that night. Dean knows it too. "Yes, come for me, Omega, come all over my knot."

Dean starts lapping at your mating gland, preparing to mark you; to officially make you his. One of the hands holding your waist travels upward to your chest. He flicks at your nipples, one, two times, and soon enough, you're clenching around him as you let go. As a reaction, your orgasm brings forth his, and soon enough he's spilling all his seed in your womb. Dean's knot pops and at the same time, his teeth sink deep into your neck. The pain that comes from being marked is overshadowed by the ecstasy of your release. Coming down from your high, Dean doesn't move away, locked to you by his knot. He licks the mark on you, soothing the ache.

"Dean..." you murmur weakly.

"I got you, come here." He lies beside you on the bed, hugging you closer to his broad chest. You welcome the cuddling eagerly. "Now everyone will know you're mine, and I'm yours." He says, looking at your recent claim mark. "And soon, you'll be out there with me, living our lives together."

You hum, "I can't wait, Alpha."