Being an omega was difficult. Especially difficult amongst a pack of alphas. Cas, Sam, Dean, and Bobby before the leviathans. Since joining the pack eight months back you’d learnt to dose up heavily on suppressants and blockers. It had worked spectacularly. Playing under the facade of a non committal beta. You knew your heats made you weak, made you a liability on hunts. So you stopped them. But you knew sooner or later the medications would fail. Like now.

You laid, submerged in your bundles of duvet, pillow and material, grumbling unhappily into the fabrics. You’d been holed up for the good half of a day, the worst, as you knew, was yet to come. Everything hurt. Horribly. You could feel your instincts screaming at you to call for Dean, or Sam, or Cas, or anyone to help elevate the pressure. But you refused. Just two days to get through and you’d be-

Knock!

“{{user}} You in there?”

Dean grunted from the other side, his fist clenched as it rested against the door. You tensed like a spring.

“Open the door..”

He asked quietly, voice strained from something or another. The scent of omega. Surely. No matter what- you couldn’t open that door.