Dean sat nursing a beer at the local dive, his deep hazel eyes sweeping across the patrons, no one stuck out as odd or potentially dangerous, he relaxed a fraction. A petit blond barkeep stopped in front of him.
"Hey Bud, you ok? You're looking a little down." The girl reached out putting her hand over one of his in a platonic sort of way.
"Hey Jo," he greet giving her finger tips a slight squeeze. "Im fine, just missing home a bit." He shrugged as the girl smiled. Jo was truly radiant, once you took the time to see her. Dean inhaled deeply through his nose, allowing his eyes to dilate slightly. Scents assaulted him for a moment before he was able to focus on the girl in front of him. She smelled of mahogany, honey suckle and fresh mountain air. But mostly she smelled like a friend. You could tell a lot about a person based on their scent. Jo's scent has told him from the moment they met that she was strong, open and could have been a Beta in another life. Dean allowed himself to feel comforted for a minute in her presence.
"I'm sorry Dean," She frowned, Jo hadn't been expecting that from her new favorite visitor, he was always so cheeky and had a thousand watt smile that drew eyes from across the room. "Your trip will be over soon, won't it?"
Dean nodded glumly, sighing before allowing his wolf to slip into the background his pupils returning to normal. Jo had left him and his thoughts to attend other customers. The dark blonde man nearly lost his drink when a large hand came down on the center of his back the thumb and middle finger pressing into the sides of his neck, the Omega immediately dropped his head in submission at the subtly display of Alpha dominance.
"I'm glad you waited for me this time." A familiar deep tenor brushed over him as he was released from his submissive hold. Dean glanced at his brother. Several years younger but much larger then himself. A smile ghosted over his brothers face and lightly touched his eyes before nudging him telling him it was time to go.
Dean nodded dropping a twenty for Jo and followed his brother. "Yea, yea. I didn't want to deal with your bitch face tonight Sam." The man bumped his brother playfully.
"There's something in the air Dean. Something's not right." Sam dug his hands deeper into his jacket. His brown eyes scanning the area looking for threats. "We're leaving tonight Dean. Don't even start to argue."
A thread of dominance was laced through Sam's last sentence. The wolf in him lowered its ears and head. Dean had never heard him this serious before. The large bear of a wolf never used his Alpha influence. The man took after their father and John Winchester was a force of nature, passing every bit of it to his middle child. So he nodded following Sam to the car knowing his brother had a case lined up and a new destination picked.
Glacier eyes stared out over the small town, nothing more then a puddle of lights in the darkness. Inhaling deeply the mountain air was fresh and clean, easing the Alpha's mood. He'd left his pack 2 years ago now wondering nomadically around meeting local packs spending a day or two with them before overstaying his welcome.
Truly this was a life of a young Alpha. Typically in Shifter culture the next generation of Alpha was the second born. Being raised with the pack until the awakening of the Alpha traits between 18-20. Then they were sent off to find their destine mates. An unmated Alpha was dangerous, unpredictable and not welcome in any pack for more then a few days. During these stays though, the young Wolves always hoped that the Omega of the pack would make the inner Alpha raise its head recognizing its' mate, once an Alpha was mated they became much more stable. Once this happened it the Omega's pack would welcome the young Alpha with open arms becoming the heir to the pack learning every about the pack and being a noble leader.
Running a hand through his already messy hair, the blue eyed man stepped into his silver charger and drove into town, the next pack was another 6 hour drive. It was small, being led by a wolf named Gordon. He had arranged to meet with him tomorrow in the afternoon to meet the pack's Omega. But for tonight, a beer sounded great.
He found the local dive, nothing look at, small but neat like it owner took pride in the hole in the wall. His pupils dilated when the wolf pushed closer to the surface inhaling the night air around the bar. Booze, to be expected, mountain air, lingering air and... tiling his head his Alpha prickled, inhaling again trying to place the unknown scent. It smelled like, orchards, lavender fields and juniper. Inside of the man the wolf raised its head demanding to find the source. Instinctively he opened the door the scent was drown in booze and sweat. Shaking his head to clear it, the wolf refused to retreat until it got what it wanted.
Having a seat, he slowly looked around beforehand petit blonde girl greeted from behind the counter. "Hey, welcome to the roadhouse! I'm Jo. What can I get for ya?"
"I'm Castiel," he said formally to her, she reached her hand out to him. The action caught the wind sending a hint of juniper towards him lifting her hand Castiel placed it close to his mouth inhaling before placing a kiss on her knuckles to disguise the Alpha behavior. Jo's cheeks flushed, "I would like a beer please." Jo took her hand back and nodded leaving immediately flustered. The wolf backed down once he realized the owner of the mysterious scent wasn't there although the barkeep had made contact with the lone Omega recently.
Jo came back with his beer in hand. Putting it on the counter Jo looked at him hard, debating on what to say. Castiel watched her sipping his beer silently. "You'd make a perfect pair with Dean." She stated. "He stayed in town for a few days, I think he left though, not even 20 minutes before you got here. What shame. He looked like a puppy who'd been kicked and you look like your puppy's been kicked." She laughed. "I'm assuming you're not staying long either, there's a motel 3 minutes away going north." Castiel nodded thankfully for the idea of sleeping in an actual bed was a welcome one. Leaving immediately after he finished his beer. He found the Motel Jo spoke of. Regarding it, it was small, shabby but would do for one night. Castiel checked in at the lobby and walked to find his room. The wind shifted slightly Castiel brushing against him, carry his scent a small ways he was sure.