"So. Pit stop at Mount Doom?" Dean asked as he held up and looked at the seemingly simple gold band that was War's ring wondering what the hell they were to do with it, how the hell they were supposed to keep it safe.
Sam only looked at his brother, pensive and silent. They were sitting at a picnic table in a rest area on the border of River Pass, Colorado in the late afternoon sun. Sam remained quiet for a moment longer, then admitted to Dean how messed up he really was, confessed that he had a problem and didn't know how far off the rails he was capable of going. He continued his confession, letting his brother know that there something within himself that scared even him. Finally, he admitted to Dean that he was in no shape to be hunting. For his own safety and for that of Dean's, he needed to step back. After a few more moments, Sam quietly and reluctantly suggested that it may be best if he and Dean go their separate ways. Dean closed his eyes and grimaced a bit, but had to agree with his brother.
Sam, more than just a little surprised, said, "I was expecting a fight."
Dean looked at his brother and spoke honestly, "The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than about doing the job right. And I just, I can't afford that, you know? Not now."
Sam nodded in agreement tears forming in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Dean."
"I know you are, Sam," and Dean knew that he truly was.
Sam moved a leg over the bench where he sat to stand up.
Dean thought then offered, "Hey, do you, uh, wanna take the Impala?"
"It's okay," Sam stood up, took a few steps, then turned back, "Oh, and Dean… You're really beginning to… I mean… you really need to shower."
Dean breathed in worried more about his brother than himself, "Yeah, yeah, I know."
Sam paused for a second then said, "Take care of yourself, Dean."
Dean nodded back to his brother, "Yeah, you too, Sammy."
Sam walked to the Impala, grabbed his backpack out of the back seat of the Impala, and walked over to a blue pickup truck with a camper shell parked nearby. He said something to the driver of the truck, but from where he sat, Dean couldn't hear it. He watched as Sam moved around the front of the truck and got into the passenger side. The truck drove out the rest area taking his brother and a small boat with it. He couldn't help but feel a sense of isolation, a slight bit of anxiety at being left alone for the first time in a very long time. Traveling alone for unknown or extended period of time was something an Omega learned not to do, still he knew that his brother needed time alone to get a handle on himself before he would be any good to either of them.
Dean sat at the picnic table for a few more moments. He wondered if Ellen, Jo, or Rufus were still in town, feeling the need for a drink, to at least have the company of another hunter for a while longer. Maybe even head out of town with one of them. The day was coming to an end, and as Sammy pointed out, before doing anything, he should shower away his intensifying scent.
He froze in place, suddenly sensing someone behind him. Standing there was the young veteran who had holed up with the others along with War in the church's basement hiding from the demons they all thought overran the town when Sam and Dean first arrived. The young man, Austin was his name, stepped closer. His hands were at his sides, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"That was very touching," he said stopping at the end of the picnic table. With a slight smile he added, "I can't believe he left you here. He just made things a lot easier. He's your Alpha, isn't he? He's not really your brother, right?"
Dean looked around the rest area to notice that there were no other cars parked there except his impala and a black truck where two men stood watching them. One of them was clean shaven and wore a red cap, the other was a tall man at least the height of Sam with dark hair and a couple of days growth in his beard.
Dean slowly stood up from the bench making sure no one was behind him, and that the only others around him were the three men he already spotted.
Austin stepped closer to Dean, "I wasn't sure at first. You tried to hide it, but then I caught your true scent when you came back to the church, right before Roger called you at as a demon. I've smelled that scent before, once before."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean icily responded as he moved slowly toward the Impala, angry with himself for letting his guard down for even a moment.
After a couple days of fighting and running in the warm summer air, his pheromones must have been running rampant. He was on suppressants, but they only prevented him from going into heat. His natural scent was washed away and covered with a daily routine his father forced him into adopting after his very first heat. Through hot showers and a thorough scrubbing of his body with the pungent soap normally reserved for mechanics and oilrig workers, he learned he could keep others from sniffing out his true ranking. However, he hadn't bathed since their arrival in the small town, and he knew his scent emanated powerfully off of him. Its compelling effect displayed clearly in the face of the young man threatening him.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Austin breathed in deeply through his nose, "That scent is remarkable and unforgettable. You're an Omega."
Dean could see that the two men who had stood by the black truck had moved and were now standing next to the Impala leaning against it, blocking his escape.
Austin stepped closer, "I never believed the stories, not until I met one. The pheromones of an Omega male… fuck, like nothing else. How I've waited for the chance to knot another one. And here you are."
"And you think today's your lucky day? You think you're the first? Just try something and see what happens to you," Dean threatened pulling Ruby's knife out from his jacket.
"Yeah, that's what the last Omega bitch said to me. He was like you, big, tall. Not your typical Omega. And just like you, he overcompensated too. The way he swaggered around and pushed his way through the barracks. We all really thought he was one of us, that is, until we were trapped for two days out in the desert near enemy lines. Sweating under the heat of that fucking sun, fear and adrenaline pumping through his blood amplifying his pheromones, his scent was nearly overwhelming. We almost took him right there with the enemy snipers shooting at us from the hills around us."
Dean remained calm looking past Austin into the brush behind him and then in the direction of the Impala where the men who leaned against were now slowly making their way toward him and Austin. His mind raced on an escape out of the deserted rest area away from the three Alphas closing in on him. With a sneer he turned back to Austin and said, "Jesus! You'll just go on and on, won't you?"
Austin narrowed his eyes at Dean, "Whistling in the dark. You should be afraid. So was the other guy." He moved even closer to Dean, unbothered by the knife. "Let me tell you, Dean. Dean, right? Once we received back up and secured the area, we returned to our base, and as soon as we did we gotta hold of one of these…"
The young man held up a green and purple capsule with his thumb and forefinger. Dean knew all too well what it was, had been afraid of it since first hearing about it when he went into his first heat. It was known as a "Trigger" because that's exactly what it did. It triggered an Omega's heat, nearly incapacitating him or her, making them extremely vulnerable. Although the drug was completely illegal, it was heavily used and often seen in the news, usually included in a story of an Omega's abduction and rape. It was something every Omega learned to fear and watch out for growing up.
"You triggered and raped him?" Dean looked at Austin with disgust then added, "Wasn't he one of you? Isn't there supposed to be some kind of brotherhood with soldiers in combat? Band of Brothers and all…"
Austin let out a dismissive grunt, "At first, maybe…"
"You raped your own brother? What kind of a piece of sh…"
"He was an Omega, Dean! He lied when he enlisted, somehow he even got past the army doctors. Had no business being there, and especially not with us. But in the end, I'd have to say everything worked out really good. Once, we found out what he was… we kept him triggered for months. For months, popping my knot into him, filling him with my jizz, it was amazing. Oh, and was his ass sweet, the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. I'll bet yours is just as sweet."
Dean kept himself from reacting, knowing the veteran's story had to be true. Stories like his were common, anytime there was an Omega caught trying to live a secret life, passing him or herself as an Alpha or Beta, if discovered, it never ended well for them. It reminded him of another story he heard years ago, but also reminded him of why he lived the way he did, taking that same risk of being exposed. He never allowed himself to be treated like a second-class citizen, never accepted a life forced upon him because of what he was born into.
Above all, he never gave in to some Alpha, or let a pack of Alphas have their way with him. The expression on Austin's face was one Dean had seen before, one of expectation and right, like Dean should and would just submit to the Alpha because he was supposed to. It was an expression and attitude he dealt with on more than one occasion when his true nature was discovered. He never submitted before to such unwanted advances, always managed to fight his way out the situation. However, in all those situations, he was never alone, his father or Sammy always fought at his side. Just the same, he would be damned if this mountain hillbilly in front of him and his two friends would lay their hands on him.
Dean rushed at Austin, but the veteran side stepped him landing his elbow squarely on the back of Dean's head. Stunned, but unshaken, Dean jumped to his feet to feel the smashing of a fist against the side of his face by the tall man who had stood against the Impala. Before Dean could react, he fell suddenly to the ground as Austin kicked in the back of his knee. On the ground he felt two intense kicks to his ribs. He doubled over, but still managed to roll away from another kick gasping for breath. Through the glare of the setting sun in his eyes, he could see Austin grab at his wrist pulling him up by the arm to punch him again. He then yanked Ruby's knife free from his hand letting Dean fell back onto the ground in a daze.
The tall man moved in closer and loomed over him breathing in deeply, "Holy fuck! Christ, you weren't kidding. I've never smelled any scent like this before. I'm gonna pop my knot just from just from breathing in his pheromones. Let's get a move on this, I wanna rip into his tight hole."
"No, not out in the open!" Austin yelled. "Back here."
The tall man grabbed Dean by the back of his jacket collar and dragged him into the thicket of the woods surrounding the rest area. Dean could feel his body roughly sliding against the grass, twigs, and dirt of the wooded area, his head still in a swirling daze. He tried to shake off the dizzy feeling to get his bearings on what was happening to him. The air was still slow in returning to his chest as he continued gasping for air. The tall man stopped dragging him once they reached a clearing in the thicket. The rest area and the Impala were barely visible through the shrubbery and the fading light.
The three men moved around him, Dean could see their boots stepping on the brush as they circled him. Suddenly, he was aware of a heavy weight lying on top of him. His legs spread apart with someone grinding himself against his crotch through his jeans. Before he could punch at the man on top of him, someone else grabbed Dean by the wrists and pulled his arms up over his head.
His eyes focused to see Austin pushing up his t-shirt above his chest. The man leered at him, moving his face down to Dean's, only inches apart. Dean felt the Alpha's hot breath sweep over his face, took in the sickening scent of the Alpha's arousal. Austin moved the opened palm of his hand over the tight skin on Dean's chest and belly. Dean struggled to pull his arms free and pushed his hips forward violently in an attempt to throw the Alpha off of him. Austin released a low growl deep within his throat taking his hand and shoving Dean's face to the side exposing his neck. He breathed in deeply as he ran his nose along Dean's neck letting his lips lightly brush against the captive man's skin. He suckled at Dean's neck as his hips continued to grind his erection into Dean's crotch. Austin then pulled back to sit between Dean's legs. He moved his hand over the front of Dean's jeans until he felt his penis through the denim. With a smile rubbed his hand harder into Dean. Dean could feel his penis spring to life at the stimulation.
"I knew it. Every Omega's a whore. Oh, he wants it boys," Austin laughed out.
Dean closed his eyes stunned at his present situation trying to think of a way out it. There had to be something he could do before it was too late, before he found himself knotted to one of these assholes. Whatever he decided to do, it would have to be fast and deliberate. The man in the red cap firmly held his writs as the tall man moved next to Austin rubbing at his own crotch.
To his horror, Austin moved his hands to the top of Dean's jeans unfastening the buttons from the top down. Dean shuddered and pulled at his hands firmly held by the red-capped man as Austin's hands opened the top of his jeans. The Alpha looked at him with a menacing wink then moved his hands down into Dean's boxers roughly grabbing and stroking his cock. Dean couldn't help letting out a frustrated groan laced with a note of fear. It suddenly became all to real that he was about to be gang raped by a pack of Alpha's out in the dark of some mountain woods.
Austin pulled his hand out of Dean's boxers with a satisfied sigh then cupped his hand under Dean's ass with a disturbing whistle. He breathed in the emanating scent from Dean's dampening jeans and said, "Fucking hell, he is getting nice and wet."
Dean threw his head back with a vicious thrust, angry with his own body for its involuntary physiological response to the man stimulating him. He looked to the man between his legs and growled out, "You stop right now, or I swear, I'll kill you the first chance I get."
Austin unexpectedly plunged Ruby's knife into the ground next to Dean's head. Dean instinctively flinched then felt his head roughly pulled back by a handful of his hair in Austin's fist. Dean released a soft cry then felt Austin's mouth suddenly over his, invading it with his tongue pushing down deep into it and then just as quickly it was gone. Austin released him from his grip and moved back to his sitting position between Dean's legs. Dean choked and coughed as something small fell and slid down his throat. He swallowed in panic realizing it was the trigger.
"In a little while, you'll be begging us to knot you," Austin pushed up Dean's ass by pushing back on his haunches, his hands just below either of Dean's knees. Sadistically, the Alpha rammed his crotch into Dean's raised ass.
"Fuck yeah, that's it…" Austin moaned as Dean's body reacted to the stimulation of the Alpha rubbing his crotch into him, releasing a generous amount of wet to seep its way through his jeans.
Dean coughed and heaved, knowing he had to get the trigger out of his stomach before it dissolved into his system. If it did work its way through him, there would be little he could do to resist the urges it would ignite in him. Quickly, he used the position of his raised legs to bring his boots heavily down onto Austin's head as he pulled the man in the red cap down onto the Alpha between his legs. As the two men struggled to free themselves from the other, Dean quickly pulled out Ruby's knife from the ground and slashed it against the tall man who reached for him.
The tall man pulled back a bleeding palm. Dean kicked roughly at the men crumpled between his legs then jumped to his feet and ran back into the rest area. He could sense one of the men immediately behind him, there would be no time to get into the Impala and start it up. Instead he headed directly into the woods beyond the area hopping to lead them away from his car to double back to it later.
He tried to maintain his bearings as he moved deeper into the thicket of the dark woods. Suddenly, he was aware of the sound of running water close by. If he could just make it to the water and wash the emanating heat off him, he'd be more likely to lose the men hot on his trail. Through the darkened woods, Dean found his way with the light of the full moon filtering its way through the trees. The slow moving stream was colder than he thought as he trudged his way deeper and deeper into it. Despite its numbing effect he dived down pulling up handfuls of mud. Across the other side of the stream he leaned against a fallen tree trunk smearing the mud around his neck, face, and arms. He scooped up more mud from the shallow end of the shore shoving extra heaping amounts under his arms and down the inside of his jeans.
He moved to a gathering of trees and climbed the one nearest the stream. Nine or ten feet above the ground, he peered around the trunk and quietly controlled his breathing catching his breath. The light of moon shone brightly across the surface of the stream. There was neither sight nor sound of the three Alphas. But if all three were soldiers like Austin, they'd surely be using the thick of the trees to hid from the light of the full moon.
Dean nestled against the tree trunk out of sight of the stream, and thought once more of heaving up the small pill undoubtedly already dissolving into his system. The sounds he'd make gagging might call their attention to his location, and most likely by this time there was probably nothing left of the pill in his empty stomach anyway. There was nothing else he could do but endure the triggered heat.
In his entire adult existence, he had only experienced three heats. They were physically uncomfortable and filled his head with nothing but thoughts of getting satisfied, nearly overpowering thoughts. It worried him how a triggered heat might feel, if he would even able to resist it.
He remembered the time he experienced his first heat. The humiliation and fear he felt back then flooded over him. He never wanted to experience that sense of fear and uncertainty again. That first heat, the initial one, was probably the worst. It was the one that changed his life forever, the one that distanced him from his father in a way he never thought possible. The second heat was an act of defiance against his father and the third, the third heat was the only one he planned for, was eager to have, was grateful he experienced and took great pleasure in having.