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Essentially a very sweet, flower-loving pacifist dragon Castiel meets a kickass, highly skilled Slayer Dean. Castiel longs for someone who will respect him as well as protect him, dominate him. Dean is more than willing to oblige.

Dragon! Omega! Castiel and Slayer! Alpha! Dean.

Daily Updates! (Internet connection providing.) Four chapters total!

Castiel was bored. Again. He heaved a sigh, absently scratching at the ground with one claw until the gouges formed a bumblebee. Sighing again, he rolled over onto his back and wiggled his spine in the cool dirt.

Ugg, he hated being bored. He hadn't even thought it was possible, but recently he was being proven wrong on a daily basis. The Omega blew out a plume of smoke between scaled lips, watching the tendrils drift up among cottony fluffs floating in the crystal blue sky overhead.

Technically there were plenty of things to do. Roughly six towns and villages were sprawled out within easy flying distance, he could burn and destroy and snack if he wanted to. Most dragons did, but then Castiel had never enjoyed such things. He liked the pretty trees and meadows and unblemished scenery. He liked the people too, would sometimes pop into a few of the smaller villages in his human form. Not that they knew it was him, of course. Not many knew that bit about dragons, that they could assume human form. They liked to keep it that way. Though it'd be a stretch to say the humans were completely oblivious, they knew there was a dragon around, but they'd only come up to his lair to stare. A few children liked to point and throw rocks on dares, but nothing more. They were too afraid. Castiel wished they weren't, but then that fear was the only thing keeping them at bay.

Yawning widely, Castiel flopped his wings against the ground to either side of him. Mmm, it was almost noon. The sun was warm overhead. Maybe he'd take a nap. Not very productive, but it would pass the time.

In truth the boredom was new phenomena, and not one he liked. The Omega was only twenty-five years old and already he'd done everything he'd had a mind to do. He'd left his parents cave when he was sixteen, like his brothers before him. Rather than maraud and burn, though, he'd traveled the world. He'd taken human ships across the Great Sea, he'd walked the Great Rampart in the eastern lands, climbed the tallest mountains, wandered great halls of castles in every country. He'd gone diving for pearls in the seas of Sun, crossed great deserts, climbed great towers in both Italia and Eiffel, and flown over safaris in the distant land of Afri. He'd immersed himself in every culture, spent time with the people, eaten their food, everything.

Eventually he'd come back to his home country, finding a comfortable cave to settle in. He'd made it his home, but that had lasted all of a year before he realized this wasn't what he wanted. Castiel didn't dare admit it to anyone, for assorted reasons. Not that he knew that many people to tell. Half the people would take it the wrong way, the other half would screech "traitor" and try to knock some sense into him.

Castiel did like his independence, liked being able to do things without someone hovering over him and putting down irrational restrictions. That said...he was a romantic. It was the downside of his traveling, he'd seen too many happily mated couples. He wanted an Alpha of his own. Someone to coddle him and spoil him, guard him and have amazing sex with him. He wanted to be taken care of, a mindset his Omega brother would throttle him for. Old fashioned? Very. But...he still wanted it.

That said, Castiel also realized the foolishness of this. There weren't exactly an abundance of dragons around, let alone Alpha dragons he was attracted to. He'd met several in his travels, and many had been the cause of his departure from a country. He'd heard of his kind mating humans, but not when the Omega was the dragon. Something about ego issues. Not to mention he doubted an average human would fulfill the protection requirements.

Castiel only stirred from his doze when rainclouds blotted out the sun overhead. Groaning softly, he rolled himself back onto all fours and shuffled back up into his cave. Well, maybe he could reread some of his books. Again.

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Dean trotted between barn and tavern as a downpour began, ducking through the cracked door and glancing around the taproom. There wasn't much of a crowd here yet, despite the weather. It was easy enough to take a seat at the bar and flag over the innkeeper.

"You're here early," he noted. "Where you traveling to?"

"Depends. Is this Pontiac?"

Brown eyes narrowed under bushy brows. "Aye. Who's asking?"

"Dean Winchester. Sounds like you've got a job for me."

That got the innkeeper's attention. The Beta leaned over his bar, eyes intent. "You're him? One of the Winchester Dragon Slayers?"

"That depends. You got a dragon around here?"

"Yes, yes of course. But you're him?" Leaning over a bit farther he asked, "Is it true you slew the Great Terror in the south with a single swipe?"

Dean winced. While it was good for business to have a reputation fluffed up, sometimes he forgot people honestly believed it. But then they'd never had to try killing a dragon before. It was difficult and dangerous to the upmost degree. A primary reason very few Slayers were in the business, and why they only hunted dragons when they were making a deadly nuisance of themselves.

"It took more than one blow, but yeah."

"And Thornton's Green Menace? What about the- "

"Look, do you have a dragon problem or not? If you wanna hear stories I'll tell you for a few drinks, but unless you have work for me I can't stick around."

"Of course, of course." The innkeeper waved over a maid as he spoke, perking up. "Maria can take your things to a room. We do have a dragon, Mr. Winchester."

"Dean," the Alpha corrected, sparing a smile for the young maid who came to take his packs. The broadsword he kept, though he let her take the crossbow. "If that's true it must be in hibernation. I circled around the whole village on my way in. The crops look fine, so do the livestock. No burned buildings, no piles of cinders, no fresh graves lining the streets."

"It's there, I swear it. A great monster with a hide of sapphires," the Beta insisted. "Huge, it was. Mouth big enough to eat a horse in one gulp. The beast has a nest in one of the caves north of town."

Dean drummed gloved fingers on the counter. "Has anyone else seen it?"

The innkeeper nodded enthusiastically. "Aye, sir. Most of the children, most of the townsfolk in fact. The thing flies over our heads, spooks the cattle and scatters the flocks."

"Does it eat them?"

That made the Beta hesitate. "No."

"Never?"

"Not...the blue one, no. Others, in the past. And you know firsthand what those creatures are capable of. We won't wait for it to do damage before we get rid of it."

Dean considered it, torn. This wasn't the strongest case he'd ever heard, and he had half a mind to walk away. But it was mid afternoon and raining, even if he left now he wouldn't reach the next town until nightfall. Besides, Impala was tired. She'd earned a rest and some oats. He'd made sure to give her a good rubdown before coming inside, flipping a stable boy an extra copper for the good feed. No, he'd stay the night at least. And Dean knew if he did that then he'd get talked into checking out this dragon one way or another.

"I'll go take a look in the morning. You know the arrangement?"

"Aye, sir. Anything to eat?"

Dean ordered some food, tugging off his gloves and helping himself to the tankard of beer the man had plunked on the bar. Depending on the Slayer and the beast of choice they might actually demand a certain amount of money. Some even refused the job if the town couldn't pay. Dean usually just asked for a room and some food, a few tankards of whatever liquor they had on hand. His father did the same, as had his brother before Sam had decided law was more his speed. It was one of many reasons the Winchesters were among the more popular Slayers. They'd take care of the monster problem even if you couldn't pay, even if you couldn't scrape together a decent meal. Dean loved his job, the free room and meals were perks. Not to mention it was an added draw to appreciative local Omegas, they seemed to like the 'humble' thing and were always very enthusiastic when expressing their appreciation.

Eventually people did come in from work, most of them wet and all of them hungry. They were also exited to find a Slayer drinking their beer. Many insisted on buying him more. Dean hardly complained, even after the usual demands for retellings of his more popular accomplishments. It was after dark before he extracted himself, making his way up to his room. Normally he didn't ascribe to early nights, but he did if he knew there'd be something to fight come morning. Assuming these people were right, and all of them insisted there was a great blue dragon hiding in the local caves, he'd need his sleep.

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