The street lights flickered on as the last car pulled out of Singer Sons Auto, nky darkness spread its tendrils through the orange and pink of the sunset. A crispness hung in the twilight air, cool but not biting. October always brought cooler evenings with it, something Dean Winchester was thankful for as he slammed the bay doors down on his mechanic shop. The dark grey t-shirt with the shops name on it was sticking to his skin as he tugged on it, fanning himself to try and dry the sweat from his chest. He flipped off the light and stepped back in the the air conditioned office, locking the door before wiping the grease off his hands.
"Bobby," Dean called, picking dirt from under his nails and flicking it to the floor distractedly, "I'm headed to the Roadhouse, do you wanna join?"
An older guy in a trucker cap peeked his head out from his office, phone smashed against one of his ears and an annoyed look on his face. The gruffness of his words held no sting when you caught the loving gleam in his eyes, "I'm on the phone, boy. Go on ahead, I'll meet you and Sam there later. You okay to walk?"
Dean rolled his eyes, "I'm good, old man. I'll have Baby finished up tomorrow and one more day of walking won't kill me." And it would give him an awesome excuse to eat a second slice of pie at dinner. Bobby just waved him off and Dean grinned as he grabbed his leather jacket and headed out the front door, the lock clicking behind him with a sense of finality.
The chilly air was welcome to him, it meant he wouldn't have to leave work drenched in sweat for much longer. It also meant he wasn't miserable walking the mile to the Roadhouse. Of course he could have called Sam, later he would wish so much he had. Dean had never worried about being an Omega, not with the way he looked.
His father used to say he looked like an Alpha but he was weak like an Omega, but in a much more colorful way. But Dean Winchester wasn't weak. He smelled like motor oil and pine, two burly scents that would usually be associated with Alphas, which meant he could blend into a crowd easily. His 6'1" height meant he towered over many Alphas effortlessly and his classic don't-fuck-with-me look that seemed to permanently reside in his pear green eyes was enough to intimidate anyone, regardless of their designation. To top it off, he could fight. And Dean wasn't afraid to show it.
So there wasn't an ounce of uneasiness in his body or scent as he strode down the sidewalk, whistling "Heat of the Moment" tunelessly and looking forward to his weekly dinner with Sam. Dean didn't even hear the footsteps as he turned down the narrow alley between Chapter Three Books and Cajun Cafe. A car roared by on the street ahead of him, momentarily obscuring his view of the street beyond and making him jump involuntarily. That's when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He swung around as the scent hit him, a rusty smell like blood mixed with acidic dirt. He gagged and that's when the weight of the Alpha slammed into him. Shock was the only thing that put him on the ground.
As he recovered and tried to stand there was sharp stabbing pain in his neck and he saw the Alpha retract his hand. Saw the gleam of the needle and felt the sudden rush of stimulants in his system. Felt the automatic fogginess that settled over him.
"You're mine now, Omega bitch," a grating voice hissed, followed by the slimy feeling of someone licking the inside of his ear.
Despite the onslaught of drugs Dean tried to shove the man away, gasping as his motor oil and pine scent amped up, now touched with the cinnamon scent that accompanied his heat. Seeing as how he wasn't due for two more weeks Dean knew he'd been dosed with a trigger drug. The man that drugged him scented his neck and growled appreciatively. The situation hit Dean then, finally really sunk in. He tried to scream but before his mouth was even open the Alpha clapped a hand over his mouth and leaned in, "scream and I will gut you like a fucking fish."
Dean's eyes met his and he nodded, suddenly feeling much more like an Omega than he ever had before. Especially when his heat really kicked in, making him whine as slick slid out of him, soaking through his boxers and jeans in record Alpha's pupils dilated and a growl rumbled deep in his chest as he stood and removed his hand from Dean's mouth. Without a moment's pause he stuffed a foul smelling rag into Dean's mouth and secured it with a piece of duct tape he tore from a roll in his filthy jacket pocket. Dean could have - should have - resisted, but the shock and the heat seemed to petrify him. He looked at the man with round eyes and noticed the Alpha was slim, but taller than him, probably about 6'4". Though the drug-induced heat and whatever else had been in the cocktail made it impossible for him to fight, he tried to commit every detail to memory.
Strong hands tangled themselves in Dean's hair and yanked down, pulling Dean's head to the cement. The awkward position lasted only a moment before the Alpha grabbed his hips and moved him so he was presenting. When he struggled a hand found his hair again and yanked so hard he cried out. Still fully dressed, Dean peeked up at the man as he circled him like a lion before the kill. When he shifted the man snarled, freezing Dean in place.
"Beautiful," the man cooed, voice almost inhuman. He reached a hand down to cup himself through his pants, eyes on Dean's ass as he moved. Fast as a viper, he grabbed Dean's pants and tugged, tearing a hole in them as he pulled them down to the Omega's knees.
That was when Dean found his voice. Through the gag he screamed, terrified when the sound barely echoed through the alley, muffled as it was by the tape and incredibly disgusting gag. The man snarled and kicked him in the face, Dean thought he'd broke his nose if the sharp click was anything to go by, causing blood to soak the rag and block out Dean's sense of smell. "I said be quiet," Alpha ground out, holding a knife against Dean's neck and flexing so he could feel the threatening scrape of the cool metal against Dean's neck.
Just as quickly as the knife was there, it was gone, and the Alpha was circling again. There was a thoughtful chuckle that unnerved the Omega on the ground. Dean tried to track him with his eyes, knowing the man was seeing the slick leaking from his hole and the flush of his skin as his heat drove his temperature up.
"I'm going to enjoy this," the Alpha hummed, the metallic and unwelcome sound of a zipper alerting Dean to what was coming next. The man circled one more time, allowing Dean to see his cock as he stroked it, the tip already leaking pre-cum. Dean squeezed his eyes shut, blood now mixing with the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. There were suddenly hands on his hips and the man above him dug his grubby nails in harshly before the tip of a cock nudged against Dean's hole. He sobbed through the gag and tried to shut his mind down.
A snarl from the end of the alley he'd entered made his eyes snap open. He spotted another Alpha, significantly shorter, barrelling towards the Alpha on top of him. With a slam that also made Dean crumble the assaulting Alpha was brought to the ground. Dean took his chance and scrambled up, pressing himself against the wall as he yanked his ruined pants up and frantically tried to tear the tape from his mouth.
On the ground the shorter Alpha wrestled with the bigger Alpha, both of them baring teeth and obviously looking for a moment to sink their teeth into the other's jugular. Dean knew he should run, but his hand were shaking so bad he couldn't even get the damn tape off. /span/p
His assailant shoved the shorter Alpha off and took off running, disappearing from the alley without so much as glancing back at Dean. The rust and dirt smell faded somewhat and Dean felt more tears flow.
The shorter Alpha stood, palms raised in a pacifying gesture, and bared his neck to Dean submissively. "I'm Gabriel Novak," he spoke, voice calm and inviting, "and I will not hurt you."
Dean's shaking hand ripped the tape from his mouth finally and he spit out the bloody gag, wrecked sobs shaking him as he slid to the ground. He registered the other Alpha - Gabriel - carefully approaching him, but he simply gave way to the swirling darkness around him.