AU: I haven't written Fanfiction since high school. Sometimes I will feel inspired, so I might jot down a couple hundred words in class when I'm bored. But yesterday I sat down at my computer and spat this bad boy out. I was like HOLY SHIT! WHERE DID THIS COME FROM? I have honestly know idea. I looked at it and thought, I really want to write more of this. I hope you like it! I will try to update once a week. (HAHAHAHAHA! I wonder how long that's going to last?)
Castiel stands absolutely still, just like a good Omega should. His eyes are open, but the room is blanketed in darkness. His heart flutters quickly. He tries to swallow the around the thick lump in his throat. There are murmurs coming from his far left. His father, Chuck, is negotiating Castiel's mating.
He can easily identify his father's smell. The smell of lighting after it strikes mixed with ozone. It's a powerful scent, matching his unusually large wolf form. Castiel doesn't know much of his father's human form, just the feeling of skinny hands lifting Castiel up as a pup and a warm chest against his cheek. During those moments Castiel could smell, under his father's thick scent, a hint of fresh rain.
It hurt to think about the past. Back when the family was happy. When his father's smile could be heard in his voice. When his brothers and sisters would run screaming through the giant house, their father hot on their tails. Castiel to young and fragile to play would teeter behind following the noise. His father would playfully growl as he tackled Anna to the floor. She would howl in protest. But now the house was silent. His father was always working, always tired, and never around. This was the first time Castiel had been in the same room as his father in months. His brothers and sisters fought constantly dragging their worn-down father into their arguments.
Castiel hears the murmuring come to a stop. There's a sound of steps and a new smell emerged from behind his fathers, dark thick woods, dirt, and whisky. It must have been John, the Alpha of the Winchester family. The smell is strong now. He must be right in front of Castiel. He hears sniffing. The sound circles him as the Alpha gets acquainted with Castiel's scent. Then it's quiet.
"Open your neck boy," comes a rough voice.
Immediately Castiel complies, craning his head to side. For quick moment he's afraid that John is going to bite down on his neck and claim him. He squashes it down. John is too old to take another mate.
John's sniffing his neck. Castiel can feel the heat radiating off of John's skin.
"His scent is fine," Castiel's father voices softly.
John speaks and there's a deep rumble right next to Castiel's ear, "He is damaged. I don't want damaged pups."
Castiel resist the urge to roll his eyes. Then John's warmth is gone and Castiel relaxes his head.
The Novak's are the strongest family in the city. Castiel knows that even with his broken eyes, he is worth more than any other omegas up for negotiation. The Winchesters are quickly rising up the werewolf hierarchy and they're not stupid. A mating contract between the two families will only help cement the Winchesters new position. The Novak's will merely be adding another family under their protection.
"His injury is from his complicated birth. It's not genetic," there's a pause and when his father speaks again it's like the world was placed on his shoulders, "This is favor to repay your brother, I wouldn't be considering it otherwise. If you don't want him, I'll just call Crowley. Technically they should get first rights. We'll find another way to-"
"No. He's a fine looking boy. Dean should be satiated," he chuckles, probably to try and lighten the mood, "Which was a concern of mine. The boy can barely keep it in his pants."
Dean. His mate is Dean. Castiel's nervous heart starts up again. He had the heard of Dean Winchester from when he went to school. His classmates talked of him in reverent whispers up and down the halls. Dean gets what he wants when he wants it and at school he wanted women, alcohol, and fist fights. He was the Alpha of the Alphas. Castiel had never met him face to face, being a couple years younger than Dean they never had any classes together. But he remembered halls filled with kids parting and the sharp smell of leather.
John was talking again, "When will he be in heat?"
Castiel feels a hot blush spread up is cheeks. The worst part of being an omega is how loosely people talk about your fertility. Sex is his nature, what he was born for, who he is and yet Castiel still blushes. It feels invasive when others speak so flippantly about it.
His father answers, "Castiel's heat should be in a month or two."
There's hum of approval in front of him. Apparently John is pleased.
"I'll send some Thetas in a couple days for him."
Castiel hears John's heavy footsteps move down the hall. His scent slowly dissipates.
The room is silent for a moment and Castiel wonders if he is dismissed. Then his father's scent overwhelms his senses. There's a warm hand on his shoulder. Castiel turns his head towards where he believes his father is standing. Castiel squints his un-seeing eyes in confusion. He hears a shuffling of feet as though his father is nervous. He seems to be struggling to say something. Is he proud of Castiel for how he submitted easily to the John? No, it feels like mournful emotion, perhaps it is pity. Castiel cocks his head. Why does his father pity him? He always knew that this was Castiel's fate. To be sent into a strange family, to serve an alpha, and give birth to pups. His father gives Castiel's shoulder a squeeze and then contact is gone. His footsteps are retreating.
When he is alone Castiel realizes that the emotion wasn't pity at all. It was sadness. His father was sad that Castiel is leaving. Castiel heart aches and he lowers his head.
The next couple of days are a blur for Castiel. Lucifer and Michael ignore him completely. He can smell them when they pass each other in the halls, but they remain silent. Anna helps him pack by organizing his things into suitcases and boxes. She flutters from place to place like a sparrow. Castiel begins to suspect that she is using the movement as a distraction. Too afraid to stop and let the realization of what is happening sink in. His cousin Hael knows something is wrong, her sweet rose scent is always by his side, her little hands fisted in his pants. Balthazar can't decide if he wants to helpful or not. He spends one day hiding all of Castiel's clothes. The next day he acts like it's some kind of bizarre scavenger hunt. The rest of his huge family is suspiciously missing.
Gabriel is the worst. Half of the time he's making lewd sex jokes, most of them Castiel doesn't understand, and the rest of the time he cries like a baby. When the car shows up from the Winchester house, Gabriel clings to Castiel's body weeping big overdramatic tears as Castiel attempts to get his things into the car. The two Winchester Thetas try to help him and Anna the best they can.
Gabriel's thick sugary smell is giving Castiel a headache, which is making his nerves raw. He snaps at the Theta stuck to his skin.
"Gabriel. Get off!"
Gabriel extracts himself and continues his drama a few feet away. Castiel hears the Winchesters still beside him. They must be stunned to hear an Omega demand something of a higher family member. He smiles and imagines their faces when the Theta actually complies with Castiel's order. Slacked jaws, their eyes wide open in shock. Castiel's amusement quickly fads when he realizes this may be the last time he will give an order.
The Winchesters are a strict and proud family. According to werewolf society the first born children are the Alphas, the leaders of the household. The second born are Betas. They are trained to take over if the Alphas die. Thetas are the most common child born after Beta's. They fill out a large part of families, typically known to middle class. Then occasionally, Omega's are born. If mated with an Alpha, they are the only family members able to give birth to Alphas and Beta's. Making Omega's vital to the survival of the family. But, for some reason they are treated little better than baby making machines. John Winchester would defiantly would hold to society's structure and Dean would most likely follow in his father's footsteps.
The car is packed now and the Winchesters sit in the front seat waiting patiently.
Anna invades Castiel's space and throws her arms around his neck. Her cheek slots against Castiel's pulse point.
"Call me. If they let you use the phone," she mumbles.
Her cherry scent dwindles as she pulls away. Balthazar is there immediately before Castiel can utter a reply, giving a quick pat on the shoulder. Then everything is overwhelmed by sugary cake. Castiel's arms are now filled with a blubbering Gabriel. He wipes his tears and snot on Castiel's shirt.
After Gabriel is satisfied that the shirts ruined state he leans up and whispers, "Remember sex is like math," breathe tickling Castiel's ear. Castiel frowns in confusion as Gabriel continues, "add a bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and make sure to multiply!"
Castiel is sure his face is bright read when he shoves Gabriel off. He stomps around the car, fingers roaming over the smooth metal searching for the car handle. Finding it he yanks the door open savagely and throws himself into the seat. He slams the door, hoping his glare can be seen outside the window.
As the car pulls away Castiel realizes Gabriel just saved the pain of having to say goodbye.
AU: All right. That's over with. Hopefully the other chapters wont be as depressing. (With the way you write? Not likely!)
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