Hey guys :)

Just some lovely warnings before we proceed:

This is a Male x Male story, so for those of you who are used to my Male x Female, this might not be for you. I have always wanted to write one of these since it is what I read, but I've never really had the guts. But this idea came to me a couple of weeks ago, so here we are XD

This is full of quite horrible situations, and again is probably not for the faint of heart. I will be putting warnings at the beginning of each chapter so you can decided not to read bits if you like, though I doubt the story will make much sense.

I am also aware that there is quite a lot of shit that goes down and most of you will be going, Jesus H. Christ, this is too unbelievable, but hey its fiction. I had far too many ideas and decided to do them all :)

So with all that said lets get started :)

Warnings for this chapter: Language, use of phrases or words against homosexuality, violence.

No Way Is Your Luck This Bad

Castiel fumbled absent mindedly with his locker combination as he subtly tried to watch everyone that went by. It was his first day back for his last year of school, and he was pretty sure that this was going to be the worst year of his life. In an Alpha infested world, a little Omega like himself was doomed really from the get go.

Never mind being male of course.

Castiel was so rare that his existence baffled and offended pretty much everyone, which made things quite difficult. Especially school. All that growing up and trying to find a place in the world was difficult enough with the average teenager, but adding onto that that he was a male Omega? Torture.

He sighed heavily as he felt the door finally jerk open, his fingers numbly rummaging through his books in his bag as he tried to slow his mind. Another reason that this year was going to be his worst was that Gabriel, his older brother by one year, was attending college in the city, leaving him alone in this God forsaken hell hole of a school.

Which also meant Castiel was on his own to fend off the cruelness of his school 'companions'.

And as if on queue...

"Hey faggot! Surprised to see you back. Thought you would have chickened out and moved school without your nutcase of a brother to look after you! Surely their must be some kind of prostitute programme for Omegas somewhere." Castiel just stared into his locker as he smirked. They would never have dared have called Gabriel a 'nutcase' if he was still around, and they definitely would not have said anything about Castiel's potential to be a paid sex worker. Gabriel had been well known for his cruel pranks and ability to take things far too far, especially when directed at those he did not like.

And that happened to be everyone who bothered Castiel.

Gabriel was an extremely protective soul, and hated to see his younger brother upset. Castiel stifled a laugh as he thought back to the moth that had scared the bejesus out of him just last week, when it flew into his eye rather rudely, Gabriel gallantly smiting it with the cunning use of a fist and a wall. He had paraded around his bedroom as if he had saved his younger brother from mortal danger, and seemed confused that Castiel had not dropped to his knees claiming to not be worthy of his awesome presence.

"Hey gayboy! I'm talking to you!" Castiel rolled his eyes as he continued to push some of his currently unneeded things into his locker and proceeded to close the door with a forceful bang. He had no idea how they all seemed to know about his sexual preferences. Of course he was an Omega, and he had the ability to get pregnant, but who was to say he couldn't find an Alpha female one day and fall madly in love with her? Then it would be the female Alpha who would get pregnant... or so he suspected was the case if the research is right. (Male Omega's were, annoyingly, so extremely rare and it was hard to find information on such things.) But yet, everyone had assumed he was gay, though if he was honest, he wasn't really sure himself. Sure he had looked out for potential partners since he manifested at the age of twelve, but no one had ever caught his eye. Yes, certain male Alpha's had turned him on with shows of their leadership and masculinity, but did that mean he only liked males? Or did it mean he liked Alphas? Castiel had yet to meet a female Alpha, and he had been desperate to do so to finally discern his sexual interest. Unfortunately, female Alphas were rare, but of course not as rare as male Omegas.

Over the last couple of years, Castiel had foolishly hoped that all this 'gay' ridicule was just one of those things where kids just picked something that they bullied you with for a while, get bored and the found something else to bother you with. He had never confirmed their accusations but yet, here they were. He swung his bag over his head and let it drop on his shoulder, his eyes staring at his locker door as if he had not seen or heard Dick 'adequately named' Roman speak. Castiel sucked in a breath as he refrained from jumping out his skin as the boy punched a locker right in front of him, finally getting the blue eyed boy's attention with his Alpha dominance. "You ignoring me now?" The boy's smile was wicked and his wild yet piercing eyes unnerving. Dick was cruel, and had been known to do some awful things to not just Castiel, but anyone who he deemed worthy of his effort to mentally destroy.

Which for some reason seemed to be every Omega to cross his path. Roman was more of a Alphas should stick with Alphas only kind of guy. A female beta was as far down the pecking order he would go to associate himself with, but she would have to be something really special.

"Oh Richard, didn't see you there. I'm sure if you had called my name I would have answered..." Castiel offered the boy a sweet smile as he manoeuvred around him, almost yelping as the boy grabbed him by the arm and swung him into the row of lockers. The cold metal struck his face hard, his shoulder crunching horribly as the now rather pissed off boy continued to push him.

"Don't play stupid!" He hissed in his ear. Castiel was not one to stand down and take this kind of treatment anymore. He had been known as the 'unbreakable' by his small family as his stubborn nature and need to be accepted ruled him. So as always, Castiel got himself into more trouble. He pushed himself off the lockers harshly and rounded on Roman, his eyes fierce as his resolve burned brightly.

He was not going to be a victim.

"Don't play stupid? At least I have the choice to play it, where as you, my dear boy, will never be anything but stupid! And we all know that stupid people like you cannot possibly pretend to be clever." Anger flashed across his tormenters face as he pushed again at Castiel hard, the force knocking him back a few steps, but still Castiel resisted. He stood tall and held his head high, not allowing these boys to ruin his life.

He had family for that.

"That's it, homo!" Gordon Walker, Roman's second in command and of course another Alpha, lunged for him, his hands grabbing at his t-shirt and lifting him high, Castiel's hands snatching for the boy's shoulders as he felt himself being lifted. He could not help the gasp that came falling from his mouth as he marvelled at Gordon's strength. Castiel was not exactly heavy, but he was far from as light as Gordon seemed to act like he was. A whole new fear settled within him as he felt the wind being knocked from him as the ground came to meet him at an alarming rate. He felt his mind fizzle as a loud crack filled the corridor, his head throbbing painfully as he felt it bounce as Gordon shook him. "You give us any more of your back chat, you filthy cock sucker, and I'll make sure you'll never wake up again." Castiel heard the venom in the boy's voice, unsure he really warranted that. Yeah, sure, Gordon didn't like gay wolfs, but threatening him with his life... This was new.

Castiel felt his vision go blurry as Gordon's heavy weight lifted from him, allowing him now to push himself up onto his elbows and look around the corridor.

As expected, Gordon's possy were all laughing at him as he lay splayed out on the floor, their fingers pointed and their words nasty. Roman however stood to the side, shaking his head in mock sympathy. He could see his 'brother' Raphael high five Gordon as he walked back with his hands raised, like he was some kind of God amongst men.

He probably believed that too.

But none of that really bothered him. What did get to him was that everyone else who was there just looked at him, their pitying gaze making his blood boil. He did not want sympathy.

He wanted a friend.

Castiel heaved himself onto his feet and readjusted his bag. He reached behind his head and felt the heat and the beginnings of a nasty lump forming. He checked his hands for blood, and was surprised to see none. Good thing wolves healed so fast...

...

Dean groaned as he felt himself being shaken into the world of the conscious. He flailed his arms helplessly as he tried to push his tormenter away, but their giggles made him grumble in annoyance. This act of treason was deliberate.

"Dean? Dean, are you awake?" Dean groaned at the voice of his brother. Sammy: his favourite person in the world, and the only one who could wake him and live to tell the tale.

"This better be good." Dean growled as he pushed himself until he was sitting. He watched as Sam hurtled around the motel room like he was on fire, putting on one shirt and ripping it off again, only to replace it with another. "Sammy!" Sam stopped in his tracks and looked at his older brother.

"We're late Dean! School is going to start in like five minutes!" Sam pulled on another shirt. "And we're gonna look so ridiculous! This is such a bad first impression!" Sam hurtled to the bathroom, the sound of him brushing teeth echoing through the small room. Dean rolled his eyes as he kicked off his sheets, not in the least bit bothered about being late. It would be lucky if he even made it after he dropped Sammy off. Dean was pulling his t-shirt from yesterday on when Sammy came running out the bathroom, grabbing his bag and holding the front door open, an incredulous look on his face. "Well?!" Dean rolled his eyes as he shrugged on his leather jacket, picking up his keys from the small table by the door.

"Alright, alright!" Dean ruffled his brother's hair, earning a scowl from the shorter boy.

"Aren't you bringing a bag?" Sam waited for Dean's reply at the door, his unimpressed look still etched in his face.

"Don't need one, bitch. I'm too cool." Sam sighed loudly as he closed their motel door, stomping his way to the car with his over laden bag.

"Jerk."

...

Castiel stared out the window of his first class, English not really taking his interest at the moment. Apparently the rest of the class had forgotten what they had been taught only a couple of months before. He couldn't help but roll his eyes again as their teacher began to explain the basics.

This was just ridiculous.

Castiel let his head rest on his arms, the sun outside beckoning him to just leave out the window. It would only be a 5 to 6 foot drop. Nothing serious. He'd heal.

That was when he saw the black classic car pull into the parking lot outside. He watched intently as a tall boy got out of the car, his stance confident yet lazy as he closed the door and leant against the vehicle, clearly not bothered that he was late. Castiel couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. What could he say? He liked the bad boys.

Okay, so maybe he was attracted to males...

...

Dean sighed heavily as he pushed through the front door, dreading this whole year. He didn't know why he made that stupid promise to Sam to finish his last year of school, wanting nothing more than to take a full time job at Bobby's yard only a couple of cities over. But of course his little brother had to kick up stink about the whole thing, claiming Dean was capable of better things.

But no one cares about what Dean wants really, their good for nothing dad abandoning them in yet another dead end town, leaving them to fend for themselves with little money and little guidance. God Dean was tired of being what everyone expected him to be. The perfect Alpha, the parental figure for his little brother, the provider for their family, the rock to hold the broken dynamic together as best as possible... But as long as everyone else was okay...

"Watch it!" Someone barked at Dean, having barrelled into him and knocking him back a step or two as Dean sauntered the halls in a daze. The boy growled at him as he walked backwards, making some kind of threatening gesture. Dean couldn't help but laugh as he swivelled back round, continuing on in his way to the reception.

Man he hated school.

...

Castiel made his way through the throngs of students, avoiding peoples gaze as he ducked and dodged round them, hoping to go unnoticed. Of course this was never going to be the case since his scent always seemed to catch peoples attention, but a boy could dream right?

"Hey knob jockey!" Castiel couldn't fault Roman's imagination for insults. Maybe he researched them to sound inventive. Castiel continued through the crowd which was now separating so as to isolate him, not wanting anything to do with the inevitable confrontation. He sighed tiredly as he made it to his locker, not bothering to open it as he heard his favourite group of people approach. This time Meg and Lilith were with the boys.

Great.

Castiel had no real problem with Meg. She had been in a few of Castiel's classes over the years, and they had 'apparently' been semi friends in junior high, before all this serious cleaking happened. She was a Beta, he was an Omega. She could climb a ladder of respect, Castiel couldn't. She thankfully didn't say much in these moments, but it annoyed him that she didn't stop anything either.

Lilith, another Beta, however was a different story. She may not have physically beaten Castiel, but she had spread rude and terribly distasteful rumours about him. And of course, even though everyone knew she was full of shit, they chose to believe what she said about Castiel, because no one knew anything about him, so it must be true.

"You're moving in a hurry. Got some place to be?" Castiel rolled his eyes as he leant against the wall of lockers, his posture lazy as he feigned complete ease in the situation.

"Um... class?" Castiel offered as Roman snorted and looked back at his group, as if it was obvious why Castiel was being so ridiculous. "Though I am not sure why you felt the need to ask, since we are, indeed, at school." It was amazing how a seemingly innocent conversation could flip into something so destructive.

"You're awful brave for someone who has no one to protect them anymore!" Gordon the firecracker snapped, coming to stand right in front of Castiel, breathing in his face. "Your mouth's going to get you in so much trouble." Gordon laughed at his own joke, which encouraged his group to do the same. God, Castiel needed to find some mature company somewhere before he reverted back to colouring the walls with crayons...

And then, just like that, Castiel was no longer the centre of the annoying brute's attention.

"And what do we have here, fresh meat? What the fuck you looking at newbie?!" Gordon was volatile sometimes. Well, okay, all the time. Castiel turned to see the new boy from earlier, his eyes barely holding in his amusement as he shrugged. Castiel couldn't help but breath in his scent which was all consuming, his knees going weak at the strength it held, and the deep feeling of safety that washed over him. Castiel could feel a deep and powerful pull towards the boy with green eyes, and had to supress his wolf, desperate to stifle the pheromones now leaking from him. Sometimes Castiel disgusted himself. He might as well just lie on his back on the floor and spread his legs wide...

Okay. Castiel definitely preferred males to females.

"Didn't realise you owned the rights to looking at stuff..." The boy rubbed his chin, uninterested. "Thought I was in America there... I'm sure shit like that's part of everyone's human rights or something..." Castiel snorted a laugh at the new boy's sarcasm, earning a swift knee in the stomach from the rather aggressive footballer. He muffled his cough with a hand over his mouth, a little embarrassed that he was in such a vulnerable position for a first meeting with the stunningly hot new guy.

And his stupid pheromones that were making the group of alpha's look at him differently...

"You think you're a smart ass like this dick lover here?" And again, Gordon was being unbelievably assertive for no reason. Or maybe he felt threatened by the new Alpha's presence. He did seem like he held the confidence of someone who could take on this whole pack of footballer idiots. "And for fuck's sake man!" He had rounded on Castiel. "You getting all into 'bitch mode' for this guy? Keep it in your pants, Novac." Gordon sneered. "Desperate for his knot are you?!" He growled playfully, pressing his body against Castiel's. "Or just anyone who's willing?" The new guy furrowed his brow in thought as his eyes flickered, obviously having picked up on Castiel's stupid, stupid pheromones. He laid eyes on Castiel, tilting his head slightly as they shared a moment.

"Why don't you just step away from the kid before I decide to so something about it?" The boy then flicked his locker dial and opened the door, as if he hadn't just threatened one of the most obnoxious bullies in the school.

"And what exactly are you going to do to stop us?" Gordon raised a hand as if to introduce the gang, as if the new boy had missed them in the 'heat' of the argument. Roman folded his arms as he stepped back from the confrontation, always happy to let Gordon take the lead when things got violent. Always one to make sure his hands were clean...

Dean sighed as he looked at his empty locker, wondering why he had even bothered to look inside. He had hoped maybe someone had left their books behind from the year before, meaning he wouldn't have to get anything, and ditch class all day. Instead he tossed in his newly acquired map and scrumpled up his schedule, shoving it into his jean's pocket.

The corridors were now completely empty of uninvolved people, everyone now at the second class of the day.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Dean laughed softly, feeling like a man amongst children. He looked over again to see the dark haired boy from earlier biting his lip, obviously keeping in his laughter this time. There was something about him that made a shiver run down his spine and his hair stand on end. He was sure he smelled Omega in the air, though he could only see guys... Was this blue eyed boy an Omega? Would make sense even it was almost never heard of...

"Yeah, yeah I heard you." Dean then closed his locker and walked towards the group, eying each one of them boredly. "Anyway, this guys gonna show me where my next class is, so, if you don't mind? I'm sure you've dry humped him enough already." Gordon stuttered as if he had just realised how he was subconsciously rubbing against Castiel, Dean pushing him back and taking the blue eyed boy's elbow, extracting him successfully from the commotion. The footballers called out some crap insults as Dean kept walking, only letting go of his companion when they had rounded the corner. "Dean." Dean extended his hand to the pale boy, his impossible blue eyes staring back at him like he was some other worldy God.

"Ca-Cas-Castiel." The boy stumbled over his name while shaking Dean's hand. Both boys held on longer than was needed, their skin tingling and their bodies reacting.

Castiel cleared his throat as he silently begged his body to stop betraying his attraction to Dean, but God this Dean was like a shiny golden Adonis, his beautiful green eyes and perfect physique making Castiel continue to go weak at the knees.

And he had stood up for him! In front of people! For no reason! If that wasn't a pheromone moment...

"Well Ca-Cas-Castiel, I wasn't joking about showing me to my next class, this place is a maze." He chuckled when he saw the frown on Castiel's face, clearly trying to work out if Dean was being friendly or not. "History, Mr..." Dean rolled his eyes as he extracted his schedule again, cursing under his breath as he tried to find the teacher's name. "Mr Davidson?"

"Uh... Yeah, that's my class. It's just up the stairs and to the left." Castiel led the way, seemingly very uncomfortable with this social situation. Dean quite like the kid's weirdness, and that was definitely an Omega's scent he had, understanding suddenly why he obviously didn't fit in. Dean couldn't help but feel for the poor guy. He had seen so many kids like him over the years, although nowhere near as complex as being an omega, in all the schools he went to, but this Castiel was also different. Despite being picked on, he did not come across as defeated. He seemed almost hopeful despite his terrible position in society.

"Those guys give you shit often?" Castiel seemed to flinch at the question, but slowed down until they were both walking side by side.

"Yeah. My brother used to sort them out, but he's at college now. A bit pathetic, I know, 17 and still needing someone to look out for me, but I couldn't even begin to explain why this always happens. I don't really believe in luck, never mind bad luck, but sometimes it seems like the only way to reason with why I am the way I am and always end up in these situations." Castiel coughed as he rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Sorry, I'm rambling. To answer your question, yes." Dean could see the beginnings of a blush on the seventeen year olds cheeks and smell his attractive scent flare, which made him smile.

It had been a while since someone other than Sam made him smile.

"They seem like dicks. You shouldn't let these people push you around like that. Bullies only bully those who they think are weaker. If you seem stronger, maybe they won't hunt you down so often." Castiel laughed heartily, confusing Dean a little. He had thought he had given some pretty sound advice just there, plus breaking one of his top rules: no chick flick moments.

"I think it is a bit late for that now. Plus this has been going on since the beginning of high school. Any attempt to become stronger only seems to challenge them into breaking me. I'd rather just lay low for a year." Castiel nodded in agreement with himself as he held the door open for Dean to go through as they reached the top of the stair well.

"Yeah, I can see that's really working out for you." Dean muttered, a little embarrassed at the gentlemanly action. He was not a girl for God's sake... An Alpha God dammit...

"Acht, that's nothing! Once we get into the swing of the school year they'll get bored and move on." Castiel hoped aloud.

"Well, whatever man."

So I hope we all enjoyed that, and I would love to hear your thoughts, good or bad, but please be nice haha :)