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Dean still thought it was an absolutely harebrained plan but Sam insisted that they needed to nip the Dick Roman problem in the bud. The CEO and billionaire recently murdered and replaced by his leviathan equivalent was kept safer than the president of the United States himself and getting close enough to him seemed like an impossibility.
Sam and his beautiful mind that Dean loved, along with every inch of his true mate’s body, had the ludicrous idea of making himself available as an Alpha for hire to the illustrious magnate. In the hopes that he could decimate him while his guard was down.
“He knows what we look like, had us cloned and jumped us to the top of America’s most wanted list, how exactly are we going to make this happen?”
“Most Alpha for hire services aren’t very discerning in their hiring practices and as for the recognition thing I have a plan for that too Dean.” Sam flashed him his employee pass for the rut/heat service agency he’d signed up to the day before.
The omega’s green eyes flashed bright emerald for a second as his scent poured possessive anger all over Sam. “Be prepared not to leave the bedroom for three days straight when this is done.” He knew he could try and convince Sam not to do this but Dick fucking Roman had them confined to night-time travel and no Impala because of the antics of his puppet versions of Sam and Dean shooting up that diner.
Sam’s leg was nervously tapping up and down while he sat in the car that took him to Roman’s residence. The large compound was situated on a large plot of land with white-washed 10 foot tall concrete walls around the perimeter and a mammoth modern house held in varying shades of gray, black and white.
The gate checkpoint waved them through no problem and he took a deep breath, inconspicuously making sure that all his weapons were still in place. Obtaining the blade that could end the leader of all leviathans had been the most complicated part about all of this. It sat sheathed in between his legs connected to the speedo type underwear he wore for this mission, as Dick’s lackeys no doubt would pat him down. Within his boots he had small syringes full of borax lining the loosely tied footwork that completed his, by request of Dick, lumberjack get-up.
The fact that Roman was an omega blew Sam’s mind, the fact that Leviathans had designations seemed like a kick in the teeth; hey let’s make this race utterly undefeatable but let’s have them be slaves to their secondary designations every month like the humans they enjoy as food.
There were only two security guards on the property once he got through the door, while the driver pulled over to the side of the front door and stayed in the car, ready to take Sam back whenever his services were no longer needed.
None of the guards looked at him twice, clearly used to their leader’s proclivities and waved him through after a less than thorough pat down.
He walked into the large master bedroom which was kept in the same color scheme as the exterior. Dick was lounging on the large bed on crisp white sheets in one of his signature black suits, looking for all intents and purposes ready to give a press conference in his bedroom.
Sam slowly took off the plaid shirt as he walked further into the room and could see Dick’s eyes flashing between that movement and his eyes, he also let his Alpha scent pour off of him suffused with arousal and possessiveness.
Same as with the other Leviathans there wasn’t a lick of recognition and Sam found himself falling into his persona rather easily after that, feeling the weight of anxiety fall away now that he could focus on the hunt at hand.
The witch, a helpful one for once, had helped them with a glamor spell that would make Sam unrecognizable to those who met him before, his true mate excluded. They had done a dry run and pranked Bobby badly in doing so, concluding that the spell worked exactly as advertised.
“Well what do we have here, you are a delicious specimen, omega, now why would a sweet thing like you need to pay for and hire someone like me, huh sugar?” The words rolled off of Sam’s tongue in a deeper than normal tone, just a smidge of Alpha command interlaced in them to test the waters.
“That is for me know and for you not to worry your knothead brain about.”
“Bratty, I like it. You realize I could just walk right on out of here though and leave you and your very ripe state of heat hanging off, I don’t know, one of your security guard Alphas?”
Sam walked around the side of the bed, looming over Dick who up close was a lot less put together than he appeared. There was a glistening layer of sweat at his brow, his scent needy and intense with his heat that was well underway. The underlying scent of slick was obvious and without a doubt soaking through his fancy dress pants already.
Sam grabbed the omega by the tie around his throat and wrapped it around his fist a couple of times pulling the businessman towards him until their noses were just an inch apart. He leaned in and took a sniff of the omega’s neck, groaning in fake arousal but keeping his own scent interested and appealing with thoughts of Dean during his heats.
“Now why don’t you lose that monkey suit of yours, which looks fantastic on you by the way and lie down for me at the foot of your ridiculously large bed head at the foot end of it, while I go get ready in the en-suite. Also be fast about it slut.” Sam leaned in and clashed their lips together “imagine it’s Dean, imagine it’s Dean, imagine it’s Dean” flashing on repeat in his head as he closed his eyes to be more easily able to envision his freckle skinned brother. He nipped Dick’s lower lip hard, nearly drawing blood and relished in the gasped moan that rolled out of him.
Sam sauntered to the en-suite bathroom, deliberately measured steps. He raised his arms, in a mock stretch, above his head to give the omega a view of his back dimples and the roll of his back and shoulder muscles underneath the well-worn gray t-shirt, knowing full well what that would look like. He moved the borax injections to his jeans pockets undid his fly and propped his flaccid cock and balls out sitting framed by the V of his pants. He stroked himself to hardness with visions of Dean during climax and the way he would look up at him at his feet when he allowed him to knot him orally. With his privates presented obscenely and his shirt off he got ready to sell the part of the nonchalant, cocky Alpha for hire and finish what he had started here.
The blade sat cool against his lower back tucked into the waistband of his jeans slowly warming to body temperature as he walked back over to the bed.
As anticipated Dick, though fully naked now, wasn’t going to make this easy and normally Sam loved a bratty omega with backbone, heck he was mated to one, but in this present scenario he would have liked the omega to do as told.
“On. Your. Back. Now.” Sam backhanded Roman with each word, pulled him into position, and could see his mediocre cock jump from the rough treatment while Sam himself fought hard to keep bile from rising up in his throat. “Since you seem to have trouble following directions I brought a little gift for you.” The largest ring gag Sam himself had ever seen and bought dangled from his index finger.
“Now you can put this on yourself and make sure it doesn’t cut into those handsome cheekbones of yours or we can continue this bullshit parade of you acting up. Which is it gonna be?”
Dick grabbed the gag with shaking fingers, his heat peaking with how flush his forehead and body were and his rock hard cock was blood red without a single finger on it. He struggled to get the ring behind his teeth but managed in the end, buckling the strap even tighter than Sam would have.
Sam stroked himself while he watched the omega follow his orders, boredom and disinterest evident in his face but also delighting in the eager to please body language of the most evil piece of shit Sam and Dean had ever dealt with in their life. The power and command this position gave him over Dick helped him get hard enough for the next part.
Once he had him like he wanted, he thrust right into the other’s throat down to the root. His generously sized alpha cock made the man sputter and gag violently with Sam’s heavy balls pressed against his nose so he could no longer draw in any air. It was a gamble to shove his cock down a Leviathan’s throat but with how sure and arrogant Roman was he likely had an invincibility complex. An erroneous perception the Winchesters had disabused many monsters of in their past.
Sam had learned that when in heat Leviathans were physiologically incapable of transforming into their true form but it didn't hurt to take precautions.
“Mmm… that’s better… can’t have omegas like you running around thinking and talking like you have any sort of control over anything. You're just a needy hole that needs a good knotting. So make sure you get me nice and wet honey bear.” Sam deliberately used nicknames he’d never get away with using on Dean because he wanted none of what happened here today to flashback to him when Dean exacted his no doubt fantastic 3-day-reclaiming of his Alpha when Sam came home to him after this.
He set a very shallow pace, while he kept throwing filth at Roman delighting in how much he struggled around his above average cock. The omega, to his surprise, submitted and went slack beneath him, his hips rolling up desperately into thin air trying to gain even just a modicum of friction that wasn’t to be had.
Sam moved one hand to Dick’s throat, could feel himself in there and squeezed tightly while his right hand grabbed the hilt of the blade and pulled it out of its sheath. Not letting up the languid pace he had going, he rammed the blade into Roman’s chest. The reaction was immediate, the body spasming and going tight as a bowstring, his throat flexing and swallowing around Sam’s cock who pulled out swiftly and carefully, still only half-hard, which allowed him to tuck himself away quickly.
Dick’s eyes were wide with fear, a look that felt utterly satisfying to Sam, as the Leviathan roared in impotent, useless anger stuck in human form, which quickly became too small to contain him. The entry wound spread and started pulsating with the effect of the single weapon in all of existence that could end the Leviathan of all Leviathans.
The air seemed charged with energy that felt unearthly, pressure waves pulasting inand out form the struggling monster. There had been precious little information about how the blade would kill a Leviathan so in absence of fact he sprinted away from Dick as far as he could. With the bathroom door between him and the creature, he held his cell phone around the door to record Dick’s demise so he could show Dean. The leader of the Leviathans seemed to be getting ready to explode, the effect of the blade sizzled and buzzed within his physical body and the near physical air pressure absorbed into him all at once and then he exploded and painted the room a black blood and guts. Where a moment ago was a physical body there now was nothing of substance left behind other than the blade itself which clattered with a muffled thump onto the area rug at the foot of the bed. The streaks of black goop where everywhere around the room.
Sam’s shirts were a lost cause but he didn’t want to leave them behind in case killing Dick didn’t end all Leviathans on earth. The last thing he needed was to have the murder of a CEO billionaire tacked onto his rap sheet with the FBI.
As soon as he made it to the foyer he knew he needn’t have worried, both guards including the driver were dead, lifeless husks and Sam got out of dodge but not before setting fire to the entire compound. He liberated all the security camera footage and opened the security gate at the fence line. He had brought any equipment to climb over the 10 foot walls nor did he want to spend the time doing it.
He parked the car straight across the gate so it would take the firefighters or police as much time as possible to reach the inferno before he jogged three blocks down the street where Dean was waiting for him in the Impala. Dean peeled out of there and had them in a motel a state over in no time, a higher end motel than their normal fare and booked for three nights.
As soon as they were in the room the “Do Not Disturb” - sign was dangling from the handle of their door.