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At 17, Dean is a senior at Lawrence High and pretty happy about his life. He has good friends, a supportive family, and an active social life. He’s not a straight A student but he gets decent grades and has a good future ahead of himself. At least if that obnoxious Beta of a school counselor is to be trusted, which Dean supposes she is or she wouldn’t be working there. He hopes.
To some people in school he’s probably considered popular, since he has good looks and is always surrounded by friends, but Dean is pretty modest, if he says so himself (which he frequently does because the truth deserves to be told). He can confess to thinking of his life as pretty great, though. Because hell, what’s not to love? He plays volleyball in a very nice team and when he doesn’t do that or study, he likes to play board games with his other friends. And sometimes, more recently since lots of them got their driver’s permit, all of his friends mingle and they go to the lake or to Benny’s grandpa’s cabin. That, incidentally, is an awesome place to have your first beer and maybe make out with some idiot or other, but that’s neither here nor there because Dean is a proper boy and doesn’t do stuff like that (as far as dad knows).
So yeah, Dean is content. He is happy. He wants for nothing.
“Except a boyfriend to suck face with,” Charlie teases during lunch at school, making the rest of the table giggle.
Dean frowns. “That’s not me, okay? I’m good. It’s my inner Omega that’s being a needy little bitch.”
He’s not wrong but neither is Charlie. Lately Dean’s Heats have been getting worse, closer in-between and hotter, for lack of a better word. His inner Omega is yowling for something the fake knot he bought last year with a burning face and adrenaline rushing through his system can't give him.
But that’s such bullshit and just thinking about what his stupid inner Omega wants pisses Dean off. Oh Dean loves being an Omega, make no mistake about that, but it comes with some drawbacks.
He’d been so happy when he first presented, though. Feeling close to his mother, bless her cold dead body, he’d skipped all the way home from school and, finding dad in the living room, he’d ripped dad’s newspaper out of his hands and thrusted the paperwork into his hands. There, at the top left was the Latin letter for Omega Ω and then a lot of mumbo-jumbo medical stuff that Dean wouldn’t understand for a while longer.
“Boom,” he’d announced, hands on his hips. “Test results!”
Dad had skimmed the page and then surprised Dean by hunching over a bit, trembling.
“Oh fuck,” he’d more or less groaned. “Fuck.”
Dean’s stomach had swooped unpleasantly and he’d leaned in, hissing in his dad’s face.
“You’re not gonna tell me you’re about to behave like one of those knothead Alphas who can’t stand that their firstborn son is an Omega.” A lot of words strung together far too excellently for a twelve-year-old but he’d had all the might of those after school specials he’d been forced to watch behind him. “Mom would turn over in her grave.”
Then came the next surprise, when dad had turned wide eyes on Dean, reaching over to gently grip his wrists to pull him down on the couch beside him.
“The world is so cruel to Omegas,” he’s said with an uncharacteristic tremble in his voice and he’d pulled Dean into a big bear hug, something he hadn’t done in a long while. “But don’t you worry, son. Daddy will take care of you, and Uncle Bobby and little Sammy too. No one will hurt you.”
And he’d fucking kissed Dean on the forehead, something he’d never done before that or ever since (well, so far).
So yeah, Dean has spent some of his formative years surrounded by protective Alphas. His dad, his little brother, Uncle Bobby who’s not a blood-relative but might have just been, and Bobby’s old army friend Rufus, who is grumpy enough to put most Betas in their place by simply staring at them. This has ensured that Dean has the confidence of two and a half Alphas and the grace of no Omegas, which has gotten him friends but no boyfriend.
Not that Dean has been looking.
“I haven’t!” he protests when Jo laughs at him. “But I might need to soon.”
“No but I know what you mean,” Benny sighs. “My Ruts have been getting heavier too. It’s like I need more.”
Charlie and Jo, both Betas, giggle and share a look but Dean feels comforted that at least someone understands him. Granted, the Rut of an Alpha isn’t the same as an Omega’s Heat but in a lot of ways it’s very similar. He eyes his friend, trying to determine if he would be a nice choice for Heats, at least. He’s handsome enough, friendly, and Dean feels safe with him. His scent is…nice. It’s…well okay it’s friend nice. Like family. But that could be enough, right? Not for dating or marrying or Mating but maybe for losing his virginity and to spend Heats to make them less unbearable. Yeah, maybe he should suggest—
He grimaces when he feels a stab inside himself at the mere thought. If his inner Omega could, it would be frowning at him. Ugh, fine. Guess friends are out of the question. So not Garth either then, Dean supposes. Although he was supposedly never an option because he’s a Beta and Dean thinks he would like an Alpha but hey, beggars can’t also be choosers.
Except Dean’s Omega thinks he can and so that’s that. Speaking of Garth, Dean turns to his friend with such suddenness that Garth almost drops his fries in surprise.
“How was it for you?” he asks, voice lowered. “After having sex? Did you feel calmer?”
Garth visibly swallows, lowering his hand when the whole table stares at him with collective curiosity. Not to be stereotypical or anything but none of them had thought geeky Garth would be the first one to lose his virginity and all of them have been very curious to know about it but Garth has been tight-lipped.
“I told you,” he smiles. “I don’t kiss—”
“And tell, yes we know,” Dean grins attractively, leaning in a little. “We’re not asking for details. Whatever you and that Bess girl did is between you guys,” although Dean wouldn’t mind pointers, but that’s beside the point. “I was just wondering if you felt skittish like me before and if you’re, I dunno, better now?”
“Yeah,” Benny says, leaning around Dean’s other side a little. “It’s been too many months now and you haven’t said anything about how it was.”
Granted it’d happened when Garth was away during summer, visiting his grandma and apparently having a summer fling with some Omega and they haven’t had much time to talk about it aside from Garth looking all smug and happy and not giving details.
“Well, I mean,” Garth smiles again, looking slightly flustered. “I’m not an Omega or Alpha so I obviously don’t know what you’re going through but yeah, I’d say my inner Beta feels better.”
“More confident,” Charlie states, or asks, and Jo nods.
“I would say so. It’s a nice change for you,” she smiles and Dean can feel Garth’s scent shift into happiness, which is cute and all but Dean wants more information.
“Better how? Were you riled up before?”
“Not all the time,” Garth shrugs. “But sometimes, yeah. I, uh, I mean I still am to some extent. But now it’s like, I know what it’s like, y’know?”
“No pressure to find out?” Charlie nods.
“I guess?”
“But I would think that would make it worse too,” Jo says thoughtfully, looking at each of them. “I mean because like, now you know so now you can crave it in a completely different way.”
“I guess that’s true,” Garth chuckles and sounds like such a grownup there for a second that Dean feels irrational jealousy.
“Okay but for real, you have to give us a few details,” he leans in a little. “How was it being with an Omega?” he purrs and feels pleased that even non-virgin Garth can blush like one. His scent surges with pleasantries and Dean doesn’t need more than that, really.
“It was nice,” Garth squeaks, making the girls giggle again.
“I bet,” Dean smirks, leaning out to sip his drink. “Seriously though, good for you. I hope it was great for both of you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Betas either,” Benny mutters out of the blue, as if literally anyone had said that. Dean just wanted to know what someone who has slept with an Omega thinks of them, being an Omega himself.
Because hell, by now he knows enough about himself to understand that he wants his partner to feel pleasure during sex. That it would make it much better for Dean knowing that he and his body was pleasing to them.
“Neither female nor male,” Charlie pipes up, looking smugly at Benny who looks away for some reason. His scent closes off and he fiddles with his fork.
There’s something unspoken there that has Dean intrigued and he’s just about to ask about it when he catches the tail end of a very pleasant scent. Like pleasant. Like fuck-me-now Alpha.
He whips his head around and catches sight of a bunch of football jocks just as they walk past the table Dean’s at. They’re laughing and talking about whatever (might have been sports), not that Dean is listening because that scent. That scent is everything.
“Who are those?” he asks, eyes wide.
“I dunno,” Garth says unhelpfully, looking everywhere but where the jocks went.
“New team members,” Jo suggests, shrugging. “Some left last year to go to college, right?”
They all have varsity jackets but Dean knows for sure they’re not seniors, or he would know their faces and maybe even scents. Might be sophomore and maybe that’s why he doesn’t know them but judging by how old they look he would say junior and oh my god what does it even fucking matter when all that’s important is that scent?!
There are four guys in the group and it’s impossible to know who had the scent from this distance but Dean likes the look of two of them and hopes for one of them. It irks him a little that only he reacted but it might have been because he’s sitting next to an Alpha who’s sulking for some reason Dean doesn’t care to explore anymore. Let Benny have his secrets; Dean is suddenly on a mission.
Step one, find out who smells like sex on a stick. Step two, find out their subgender (although with a scent like that, who cares?). Step three, make them see that Dean is the Omega for them.
Simple plan and fuck Dean protesting his inner Omega needing a boyfriend or a good fuck. When someone smells like that, he can’t object anymore. Because that scent also carried an undertone of safety, protection, family, but not like all of those scents when he senses them on his family or friends. This went deeper, carved a place in his heart and lit a fire inside him.
This was home and Dean is up and out of his seat before he can even comprehend what he’s doing. Well fuck it, Dean is a confident guy and the jocks look friendly enough.
They’re sitting alone at a table, laughing about something and talking animatedly as they dig into their lunch. Coming closer, he can sense that the two he likes the faces of are one Beta and one Alpha, and that the other two are both Alphas. Good odds.
“Hiya,” he says, stopping by the end of their table with a shit-eating grin on his face. They all stop talking and turn expectantly and politely to him. Good, good. And, conversely, even better, he’s now close enough to determine that the absolutely delicious scent is coming off the Alpha to his right, a boy with brown hair and blue eyes. “So, uh,” Dean flounders a little, caught off guard by how his inner Omega suddenly yearns. “Sports, huh? I mean, football is cool, yeah?”
The jocks look at each other and Dean stares a hole in the Alpha’s skull, willing him to scent on Dean what Dean scents on him. How can he not?!
“Yeah,” the handsome Beta says with a smile. “You interested in joining?”
Oh my fucking god, no. Dean hates football and he has his hands full with volleyball anyway.
“Don’t you already play?” one of the other Alphas asks. “Volleyball?”
“Sure do,” Dean grins, feeling irrational pride as if this particular Alpha has seen Dean practicing and liked what he saw. So Dean likes attention, what of it? “I just stereotypically assumed you might be stereotypically talking about football and I was looking for a reason to talk to you.”
He says the last part looking right at the Alpha with the scent of the century. It makes the boy smile and fuck okay, he looks really good.
“Actually, we were talking about the latest season of Stranger Things,” he says and yup, Dean likes his voice, that’s a plus. “Have you seen the trailer?”
Dean almost snorts because fuck no. Charlie had been hounding him to watch it with her but Dean sat through the first season and didn’t get the hype and haven’t watched an episode since. But that doesn’t mean he’s dumb.
“Haven’t gotten to it yet,” he says smoothly and turns to sit down beside his new favorite Alpha. He and the Beta scoot to make room on the lunch table bench and Dean grins, barely refraining from batting his eyes. “But tell me what you think. Is it promising?”
*****
“I can’t believe this is what it took for you to watch this awesome show,” Charlie grumps as she searches for season one, episode one of Stranger things because fuck if Dean remembers anything. “The prospect of Alpha cock.”
“My Mate, thank you very much,” Dean sniffs as he reads a summary of the show on strangerthings.fandom.
He waits for a second while Charlie mutters some more, anticipating his inner Omega to rise to the bait when he calls Jack his Mate, but it doesn’t and Dean shrugs it off for now. Must be because the other boy isn’t physically here with him.
But yeah, he has found out that the Alpha is called Jack Kline. He’s handsome and friendly, athletic and a little nerdy. He likes a lot of the same games Dean does and they do have some movies and TV shows in common, even if Stranger Things isn’t one of them. Well, Dean will soon remedy that. Anything to get closer to the Alpha.
His friends had all seemed fun to hang around with too and if they do things like watch this and play board games then Dean is solid. Sure, football isn’t really his thing but he wouldn’t mind coming to a game and watching his cool Alpha play, cheering for him all cutesy and whatnot.
Okay, no reaction to calling Jack “his Alpha” either? Guess his inner Omega is playing hard to get today…
“Whatever,” Charlie says, coming to sit beside him on her bed, the show cued up on her laptop. “I’m just happy we’re finally watching this. I’m not gonna ask for a reason.”
“Catch me up a little,” Dean says, thinking it’s good that one of his best friends also has a few things in common with his future Mate. Wouldn’t want to have to choose, that’s all. “Like, how about this girl?”
Charlie looks over to a picture of a little girl with a bald head. “She’s Eleven.”
Dean nods. “And the other kids? Are they eleven too?”
“No,” Charlie points to one of the boys. “That’s Mike, Dustin and Lucas. Oh and Will.”
“Sure, sure. And what are they then? Like ten or twelve or whatever? I mean, they all kinda look the same age.”
Charlie’s Beta scent grows cloying with annoyance and she gives Dean a very unimpressed look.
“Are you being deliberately obtuse? I saw you reading the wiki.”
“Deliberately obtuse?” Dean laughs, pulling her into a one-armed hug. “What are you? Eighty? C’mon, I’m just teasing you.”
“It’s no use if you’re just gonna mock the whole thing,” she complains but she does reach over to start the first episode. “I thought you wanted to look cool for your Alpha.”
Damn, not even a twinge Charlie calls Jack Dean’s Alpha. Guess it will have to take a little bit more than a whiff of the boy’s scent and half an hour talking to him for things to really stick.
But it’s odd, Dean thinks as he watches a little boy (Will) pedal around town in the dark, because both he and his inner Omega had reacted so strongly when he first scented Jack, so why the growing disinterest now? He supposes he will have to double down and make sure to try and really get close to the Alpha next time they meet up. Because there will be a next time, even if Jack is a year younger than Dean and they barely see each other at school. Dean will make sure of it.
*****
A month later Dean is going a little insane if he’s being honest. He has met up with Jack and his friends on a number of occasions, slyly inserting himself into the Alpha’s life as best he can, and their interactions have all been very good. But not great.
Well, truthfully, as a potentially really good and close friend the interactions have been phenomenal. Jack is funny and smart, cute in his nerdy little way. He reminds Dean a lot of his other friends, in some ways very similar to Garth, and Dean feels like his own friend group will really like Jack and potentially his friends as well.
But as a potential Mate? There is nothing. Nothing but that flawless scent that haunts Dean’s dreams and makes him cream his sheets far too often. It’s not super potent on the young Alpha but Dean attributes that to his age because he’d asked and no, Jack doesn’t wear scent blockers or take Rut inhibitors.
“Do you think I need to?” he’d asked, smelling his own wrist. “Do I smell bad?”
“Not at all,” Dean had hastened to say, leaning in to smile so flirtily Jack’s friend Mick Davies had looked him up and down with appreciation.
And not to be like that but Mick is pretty nice to look at himself but the Beta doesn’t have the right scent so it doesn’t matter. Well, for a quick fuck to sate his inner Omega’s needs during Heat, Dean thinks he wouldn’t have minded Mick, if he was being completely honest. Like Jack, he is handsome and smart, kind and funny, and he has a nice British accent since he is an exchange student and Dean likes that.
But the fact that Jack carries that scent puts an instant stop to any other thoughts, Dean’s stupid inner Omega is pretty damn determined to make sure of that. It slumbers peacefully through most things until Dean starts thinking he’s about to give up on that scent because what does it matter anyway? What does he need a boyfriend for? And why is Dean bending himself backwards when Jack only seems to think Dean is a funny guy to hang with? When those thoughts enter his mind, his stupid inner Omega roars to life because that scent DEAN.
So yeah, he can’t give up even if he is growing more and more confused.
Today he’s about to head out to meet up with Jack and his friends and for the first time he’s bringing his own friends too, just to support him and because he needs their assessment of how it’s going for him.
“I’m starting to think I’m making shit up,” he’d said to Jo and Benny, scratching his head and not at all focusing on the experiment their Chemistry teacher had given them. “I mean, the scent thing can’t be fake, can it?”
“I don’t think so,” Jo had said confidently.
“I agree,” Benny had mumbled, sneaking a glance over to where Charlie and Garth were making cheerleader Lisa Braeden giggle during their own experiment, the whole school lab smelling rank because of the weird concoctions the students were failing to produce properly. “But maybe he’s just a little dense. It can happen, I think.”
“Dense how?”
“Like, I dunno,” Benny shrugged, looking away, his scent muted with despondency. “Maybe he needs things spelled out for him or maybe he…doesn’t want to accept things?”
Dean has mulled that over and come to the conclusion that if Jack doesn’t want to accept that Dean is his Omega then maybe Jack isn’t Dean’s Alpha either. Because it should be mutual, a Mating should. At least in Dean’s mind. He knows a lot of people who marry for convenience (or even love) but Dean knows for sure that he doesn’t want that for himself. He wants the love and the absolute connection dad and Uncle Bobby speak of when they talk about mom or Aunt Karen. Those have both died and left their Mates and dad and Uncle Bobby have never taken another Mate. Sure, Dean knows both of them have dated and stuff, but not to the extent of what they had with their Mates.
Dean wants that and, truthfully, that damned scent promises exactly that. Promises him the moon and the stars, promises to love him for now and ever. So why is Jack not getting it?!
“Maybe because he’s just a stupid teenager,” Jo had giggled at Dean’s clear frustration.
“Well so am I!” Dean had burst out, earning himself a glare from the teacher.
But he’s not wrong! Dean is clearly an idiot, since he is so hung up on this damned scent even though he spent the whole summer and start of the school year scoffing at the prospect of getting himself even a boyfriend. He’d liked being single and unattached, free as a bird. But now he craves more and it’s so fucking stupid but he supposes that’s biology and he feels hopelessly, happily powerless to stop himself.
“You look nice but you smell like crap,” Sam says when he happens upon Dean just as he’s pulling on his jacket, ready to go out for ice cream with Jack and everyone.
“Jee, thanks,” Dean rolls his eyes at his little brother, ignoring him.
Sam smirks but then, surprisingly, takes a step forward and puts a hand on Dean’s arm, stopping him. “I know I’m young and all and it wasn’t that long ago I presented but I’m still an Alpha, Dee. I recognize the scent of a distressed Omega now. What’s going on?”
“Distressed,” Dean snorts. “I’m fine, Sammy. Just, I dunno…” he stalls for a moment, looking at himself in the hallway mirror. “I guess I’m interested in this guy but it’s confusing.”
“How?”
Dean grimaces. “You wouldn’t understand,” he mumbles and tries on a smile for size, feeling it slide off when Sam’s displeased Alpha scent wafts over. “Not because you’re too young,” he adds, turning to give his little brother a fond look. “But because you haven’t felt the tug of your inner Alpha at the mere scent of another person. It’s special.”
“I bet it is,” Sam smiles toothily, far too knowledgeable for a kid his age. “But why is that confusing? Seems to me that’s the simplest thing in the world.”
And it should be! Sam should be so damn right because what the fuck? The biology of pheromones is so damn straightforward it’s ridiculous.
“I dunno,” Dean sighs, hunching over a little. “He just doesn’t seem to notice me? Like, that way.”
“Then maybe he’s not the one for you?”
Dean’s inner Omega yowls at the thought of losing that scent, though. It makes Dean cringe and he shakes his head.
“Maybe but I’ll have to give it more time before I decide.”
“Shouldn’t it be more obvious than that?”
Feeling irrational irritation at Sam’s simple (and accurate!) rationalization, Dean turns abruptly, ruffling his little brother’s hair in a way he knows the Alpha doesn’t like, and laughs when Sam grunts in annoyance, jumping back.
“Guess we’ll have to see,” he grins, waving as he slips out of their apartment.
His irritation abates when he picks up first Jo and then Charlie and the girls put him in a good mood. They’re both excited, looking forward to meeting the Alpha who has caught Dean’s interest and his friends.
“What about Benny and Garth?” Charlie asks when she notices Dean driving them over to the ice cream parlor. It’s one of those themed parlors, made out to look as if plucked straight out of the 1950s and Dean kind of loves it and the way it wholly commits to the bit.
“Benny texted me saying they’ll meet us there,” Dean says, too occupied with finding a parking spot to catch the look Jo and Charlie share. “They were busy with something.”
“I bet,” Jo mumbles, to which Charlie smirks but Dean doesn’t pay them any heed because he has spotted Jack and Mick outside the parlor.
They both wave when they recognize the kickass vintage car Dean drives, courtesy of Uncle Bobby and Rufus. They’d found her at Uncle Bobby’s scrapyard and when dad had told them, all misty-eyed, that that had been the exact model car he’d had when he and mom started dating, they’d fixed her up and given her to Dean when he first got his license. She’s an older model, a ´67 Chevy Impala that drinks way too much and sounds like a whole damn army when she commands the presence of the road and Dean loves everything about her.
She’s a queen, the apple and thorn in people’s eyes and, like him, larger than life and absolutely gorgeous.
“Damn,” Mick says, rapping the hood as Dean and the girls exit the car. Damn indeed.
“V8,” Dean smirks, loving how the Beta’s scent spikes with interest.
They end up chatting about that while Charlie and Jo make nice with Jack and Dean likes the simplicity. Jack seems to really get along with the girls and that’s good, if Dean hopes to keep the Alpha in his life. He smiles a lot at them, listening intently when Jo talks animatedly about her new video game obsession, and Dean can scent a happy excitement coming off the Alpha, almost more than when he has talked to Dean. Good, Dean had hoped they would all get along.
It takes a little while but eventually Jack’s two other friends, Max and Alfie, join them and almost right after comes Benny and Garth, looking a little flustered. Dean frowns at them, having a hard time sorting out their scents. It’s apprehensive, whatever they’re smelling of, and he can’t determine if they are good scents or not.
“You okay?” he mumbles when Garth comes to stand beside Dean, gently touching the Beta’s arm. He has known Garth since kindergarten and even if the Beta’s scent tells him nothing, he can see on his friend’s face that something has happened.
“I, hm,” Garth smiles at Dean. “Yeah. Talk later, okay? Let’s see what’s up with your Alpha first.”
Dean wonders for a second there if he has been selfish, focusing only on himself and his inner Omega. Charlie and Jo seem to know something he doesn’t when it comes to things in their friend group and Dean wants to be in the know-how too but doesn’t know how to remedy that right now.
“Promise we’ll talk later?”
“No worries, Dee,” Garth says kindly, soothing Dean’s inner Omega by using the endearment only close family use.
He turns just as Jack laughs at something on Jo’s phone and he sees her looking coyly at the Alpha. So she can see that he’s handsome too, great. Makes Dean feel less insane. Because honestly, with Jack’s disinterest Dean has started thinking maybe he’s making stuff up. Maybe Jack isn’t great? Dean doesn’t fucking know because according to his inner Omega, the Alpha’s scent is the absolute fucking bomb, but according to everything else Jack is just a fun hang and Dean feels like a tool for trying to push for more. But if Jo likes Jack then maybe he’s just as great as Dean thinks he should be.
Inside the ice cream parlor, they all head for a booth and Dean of course wants to sit right beside Jack but gets annoyed when he fails to accomplish this (without outright saying it, which he fucking won’t) and Jack ends up hanging back to let everyone else have a spot first before sliding in beside Jo on the end. She smiles at him and then turns to Dean and he can see in the Beta’s eyes that she’s trying to convey how she did not orchestrate the seating arrangements and Dean shakes his head because he knows she’s not at fault. Jack is just dense as fuck and Dean is starting to feel like he can forgive his Alpha a lot of things but he’s starting to push the limits.
“So,” Max starts, the Alpha assertive as always. “We all know Dean likes to play volleyball, but are any of you into sports?”
The conversation around the table turns away from sports pretty quickly after that since Dean and Garth are the only ones playing volleyball and the other three aren’t into sports whatsoever. Instead it slides right into pop culture territory and of course to Stranger Things more quickly than Dean had hoped. He has now caught up with the show and still can’t say he’s impressed. It’s not bad per se, but is he captivated to the point of watching it religiously like Jack and his friends? No. Dean’s friends, on the other hand, know everything about it and Dean is starting to feel a little betrayed. He knew Charlie was into the show but that the other three are too was more than he knew.
“You know what we should do?” he says, cutting into the conversation when they have talked about season 5 theories for almost an hour and Dean is bored out of his mind. “We should have a watch party for the episodes of season 5 and go through them together before the next volume.”
“That would be great,” Alfie exclaims, beaming at the group and making Dean fear this will be a Stranger Things friend group from now on because Dean was only being sarcastic damnit.
“Oh, we could do it at my place,” Jack suggests instantly, definitely reviving Dean’s interest in the whole thing. “This weekend I’m at my dad’s place and he has this great setup.”
“Hell yeah,” Max says, grinning. “It’s like a movie theatre.”
Dean doesn’t know much about Jack’s life, unfortunately, but he knows Jack’s parents weren’t really Mated, only married, and that they are divorced now. They both live in Lawrence so Jack’s social and school life isn’t much affected but he does alternate weeks between his parents who seem to have an amicable, friendly relationship nowadays.
“Guess it’s decided then,” Charlie says happily, looking at Dean as if she thinks this will be a great opportunity for Dean and honestly, it should be. But is it? Dean isn’t so sure, since he and Jack don’t really fit aside from as good friends. Hell, it had seemed Jack and Jo had more of a connection than he and Jack and if it wasn’t for Jack’s scent, Dean is sure his inner Omega would agree.
Guess this coming weekend will determine that for him.