My First story, so please bear with me.
Chasing the Only
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only
Meaningful memory you thought you had left
- Neutral Milk Hotel - Oh Comely
2 Years ago...
"Thanks, Momma!" Shouted Dean as he ran down the stairs. It was his sixteenth birthday today, and he couldn't wait to see what was in the huge box in the living room. As he ripped the paper off, he heard small sobs. His heart fell. There was a young man sitting in the box, naked and bound. He didn't look much older then fifteen.
"Momma, Dad, tell me you didn't. Please say you didn't. Did you?"
"Hun, You know we only want the best for you, and even if you don't like it, you are a beta, so you will go into heat. If there`s no-one around who can help you it will be just... horrible!" His Mom reasoned, remembering her first, mateless, heat.
"Then I'll find someone from town. Just because we are more fortunate doesn't we get to... Purchase others! He doesn't even look legal!" Dean exclamed, words tinged with discust at the thought.
"Dean," His father cut in, "You will keep this slave untill you become an adult, at least. I will not have ingratitude here. If you don't wish for him to be your sex slave then he will be your companion."
Dean's face fell. "Can't you just let him go?"
Even his dad couldn't bear to stay angry when he wore that expression. John softened slightly. "You know the law, Deano. A slave, upon having no further use, must be either sold or put down. Maybe you can make a good life for him here, with you."
"I'll try."
"Good boy."
"So, what's your name?" Daen asked to the man, who was now covered in a blanket.
"I don't know Sir, what is it, Sir?"
"Drop the sir, please. I'm Dean. What're you called?"
"Whatever you wish me to be called, Sir - um.. Dean."
"Surely you must have a name, you know, pre-enslavement."
"It was Cas, but they, the slave compound trainers, said that my name s whatever you call me."
"Well, I'm going to call you Castiel, kay? It's your name."
"Okay, master."
"Castiel," Dean sighed, "I'm not your master. In my eyes, you are a free man. Unfortunatly, not all people have the same vision as I get with these gorgeous green orbs" He joked.
Castiel smiled for the first time. Dean thought he saw just the barest hint of laughlines at the edges of his eyes.
He thought things may work out for the better.