A/N: This is a medieval/fantasy Omegaverse story. I know I promise to write on my other one's some other time, I promise. But now I've got to worry, we are getting kicked out of our house and we are searching for a new one so I don't know when I'll post again.
Pairings – Destiel, Past Megstiel, Side Denny, Sam/Jess
Story Rating – MA (Violence, Language, A/O/B Elements, Mpreg, Omega!Dean, Alpha!Cas, M/M, Explicit Sexual Dialog)
Each chapter has it's own rating and warnings, so please read them before hand.
Chapter Warnings - (Language, Mild Suggestive Dialog)
(Also Castiel is supposed to be 3-4 years older than Dean)
Ever since he was born Dean had always felt like there was something they didn't want him to know. He was born to a retired blacksmith, John, and a seamstress named Mary. A few years after he was born his brother Samuel was born as well, but due to complications during labor their mother passed away. John Winchester had never been the same after, he started visiting the drinking halls late at night and came home drunk in the morning to only yell at his boys. He blamed Sam for what happened to Mary and he made sure to tell Dean every day how he wished he wasn't a girl.
Dean never understood why his father called him that until he had gotten older. When he was eight he started going to school, thanks to his Uncle Robert who paid for it. There other students would tease him and call him a girl along with another boy, Benny. He was the first friend Dean had ever made. Before then he would have to play with the girls, the parents of the other boys wouldn't let him get near their sons. He wasn't allowed to play swords and war with them, he was forced to play house. At school, he was taught how to read and write but while the boys got to learn to fight or hunt, he was supposed to learn how to cook and sew.
One day when Dean was nine, John passed away. Dean cried a little but he pushed his father's death out of his mind. Sam and him were sent to live with Uncle Robert, who ordered the boys to call him Bobby. The older man took care of them and became more of a father figure than John had ever been. He lived on a farm and taught Dean how to finally fight and hunt, and when Dean was twelve Bobby finally sat him down and explained why the others were so mean to him and why he couldn't be with the other boys and why they ordered him around.
"There are three "natures" that we all are. Everyone has a gender, and with these genders come these natures. These help us find mates." He explained. "Alpha are at the top, they are very successful, they are powerful. The King is always an Alpha. Next are Beta's. They are the common folk, they are the workers and they don't need to find a mate. I'm a Beta. Your brother is a Beta. You're an Omega. Omega are considered second class...they are called girls or women because they are the weakest of the natures. People consider Omegas only good for breeding and caring for the house." Bobby said giving Dean a sad look.
"What do you think of us?" Dean asked feeling crushed.
"I believe that we are all equal and you should never let anyone tell you otherwise." He said hugging Dean. "You are strong Dean, and one day you will find an Alpha who sees that too."
Dean was working out in his Uncle's fields, the air having a bit of a chill due to winter just around the corner. The young boy was dressed in his normal work clothes that consisted of rough cloth pants and a wool tunic, fastened with a brown leather belt and matching leather boots. Today he decided to put on his wool gloves so his hands didn't bleed from the rough work. He hummed to himself as he worked the ground with the spade, uprooting the carrots and potatoes that they had planted that spring. Bobby was off killing some of the sheep and cows for meat to be sold at market and to be cured for winter. He had begged his uncle to let him help him but he had been told it was too bloody for him to witness.
The green eyed teen had been working for several hours when he heard the sound of approaching horses and he looked up in time to see several older men dressed in fine riding outfits. The oldest looked down at Dean with cold, calculating eyes and had to be no older than his late 20's. Riding behind him was a shorter man with gold eyes that were lit up with laughter. The last was the youngest, maybe a few years older than Dean and he seemed to have no interest in the farmer boy. His raven hair was ruffled from the wind and his blue eyes scanned the farm area with distaste.
"Micheal, look at this one." The golden eyed man said to the eldest who leered at the young boy, his skin crawling. "I didn't think there was an omega that lived on this farm, just the old Beta." At the word omega, the youngest finally turned to Dean as if he was suddenly interesting.
"Gabriel, we are in the presence of a lady, show some respect." Micheal laughed. "Why don't you two go play dress up or house?" He sneered at Gabriel who frowned and ducked his head down. Dean felt his blood boil, he was tired of hearing those snide remarks from everyone. He wasn't going to take it anymore, especially from some nobles that thought they were everything.
"Enough." Said the youngest, his deep voice throwing Dean off and making him stare up at him. "What is your name?" He asked Dean, the young boy blushing and looking down at the gaze the dark haired teen was giving him.
"Dean Winchester." He said, angry that he replied so meekly. He wanted to say more but he just couldn't, there was something about that man that made him want to obey. He could still feel the others gaze and he backed away slowly.
"Oh, look's like Castiel has a bit of a crush." Micheal teased. "Why don't you come back here and give my brother a good time? Why not put that mouth to good use?" He called after Dean who shook his head in disgust and ran away, only hearing the gross remarks from Micheal and the threats by Castiel towards his own brother.
Once he arrived at the house he spotted Sam who was sitting outside and washing their laundry. He burst into the house and sat down at the table shaking. Sam got up from his work and followed, asking what was wrong. Dean didn't want to trouble his brother with what the other men had said. He jumped when he heard a soft knock against the building wall and he saw the dark haired man from earlier. He felt his heart beat faster, despite what he was saying to himself to calm down.
"I'm sorry for what my brother was saying." Castiel said, entering the house.
"What was he saying?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head grabbing him and pulling him back. He wasn't sure what this person was going to do. He heard Bobby yell for him and let out a breath of relief when Bobby entered the house. The older man stopped, then dropped to his knees leaving Dean and Sam in confusion.
"Y-your majesty." He managed to say then looked up to see the two brothers weren't bowing. "What are you boys doing? We have a prince in our house!" Dean looked at Castiel shocked as his brother bowed.
"Please...I didn't come here for that. I simply came to apologize to Dean." Castiel said smiling. Dean felt his heart jump at the sound of his name coming from Castiel, and for a moment he wanted to lean forward to him...even ask if he could touch him. He reeled back, unsure what this feeling was.
"Get out!" Dean yelled, not sure what he was feeling. He grabbed the older teens arm and began to push him out the door. He stopped as he stumbled and fell against the prince. He could barely breath as a strong, overpowering scent came off Castiel. Dean didn't understand why no one else was affected, he couldn't breath...he felt his mind get cloudy.
Bobby suddenly grabbed the prince, repeatedly apologizing, and pushed him out the house. "Get out!" He said before slamming the door. He rushed to Dean who was staggering, Sam was scared and didn't understand what was going on. "Dean listen you will be okay. I think you're going into your first heat." He said and Dean barely registered what he was being told.
Outside the house Castiel stood there, his eyes wide. What had just happened? He saw his brothers ride up to him and Gabriel cleared his throat bringing Castiel back from his thoughts.
"Uhm...Cassy? You have a bit of a problem." Gabriel said. Castiel frowned and looked down, realizing he was partially aroused. He looked up confused at Micheal and Gabriel, both raising an eyebrow. "What the hell happened?"
"Nothing...he smelled nice though...I didn't want to let go." Castiel said, suddenly feeling angry. He had been pushed away from Dean, he didn't like it...he wanted to attack the older man that had separated them. He felt a growl rise up from him, his brothers looking at each other concerned.
"Castiel...come on. We'll find you an omega, it's about time you showed interest in them." Micheal said smirking. Castiel looked back at the house, he didn't want any omega, he wanted this one.
