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Castiel did a critical examination of himself in the full length mirror. The young man looked over his shoulder then turned to face the mirror again. "Not bad…not good but not bad, I need a new suit."

He noticed his blue tie was askew again. "How does this always happen…I swear it has a mind of its own."

He pointed to himself in the mirror and mustered the most confident smile possible. The Alpha said in his distinctive deep voice, "Pretty soon Cas you can afford to buy a new tie."

He added enthusiastically, "You're an Alpha stud!" His smiled faded, Cas was no stud. The few times the twenty five year old mated he used an Alpha sized condom made to secure his length and girth plus every drop of the huge amounts of baby batter he typically spilled.

Knotted inside these Omegas for extended periods Cas thought to himself he might as well just use a garbage bag because it felt that unromantic. Of course it was pure heaven to get his rocks off. In fact it was literally necessary for his good health and wellbeing.

Still, sex without deep emotions behind the act left Castiel feeling empty inside.

The newbie teacher was painfully shy outside of a work or school setting. His mom had always been understanding and supportive despite his peculiar views. With her gone his dad was constantly nagging him to nut up and find himself a bitch. Cas' dad could be quite a jerk.

"Where the Boys Are" by Connie Francis filled the room from the tinny old record player speakers. It was a precious relic from his mother Castiel had rescued from the trash after his dad tossed it out along with her record collection.

The young Alpha swayed to the music as he hummed off key. He felt hopeful for the future now, a new job, a fresh start and a clear path ahead. Maybe, just maybe there would be a pretty, loving mate in his future. A guy could only hope.

Castiel was over the moon when he scored the teaching gig at Providence High as the new English teacher. He hoped to add some poetry and creative writing for the class into the standard curriculum.

His happy balloon popped when a knock came at the door. His step-mother called out sweetly, "Hurry up Cas. I made you breakfast. I don't want my boy being late for his first day of school."

Cas pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head as the door knob started to rattle but praise heaven it was locked. Castiel put "get your own place" on his mental list of things to obtain along with a new tie.

…..

Dean braced his arms against the wall of the questionably clean shower. He wasn't looking forward to another new school especially since he was a freshman this year.

The teen's body had been aching all over for the last month and it wasn't getting any better. He chalked it up to the falls and blows he took over the years in the name of hunting. At least that was the story Dean was telling himself and he was sticking to it. The alternative was too awful to imagine.

Dean took his hand and slipped it between his legs. He pressed along a seam of some sort running along his "no man's land" between his balls and ass. It was soft and tender there and it scared the hell out of him.

Suddenly John pounded on the door, "Come on Dean, hurry up!"

Dean almost jumped out of his skin. He shut off the water, grabbed a towel and wrapped it tight around his waist. "Give me a minute."

"No, get out here and get dressed. Sam's ready go and you got a walk ahead of you."

Dean hurried past his dad. He was feeling extra moody and snapped, "It's not my fault you got a rent by the month room in a dive motel on the outskirts of town so we have to hike to school!"

John grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and spun Dean around, "Your mouth got a new attitude lately boy." He yanked the towel off Dean's waist and looked down, "I just don't know what's wrong with you, fourteen and nothing but a regular dick."

Dean hid his crotch with his hands, "I'm just a late bloomer."

John shook his head in disgust. "I presented as Alpha at twelve and by your age I was already dick deep in everything. Laws be damned."

His voice took on an even harder edge, "I would hate to see you turn into a whiny, useless bitch that needs a dick up your ass and a bun in the oven."

John grabbed his gear bag and headed toward the door. He imparted some last words, "Dean if something doesn't happen soon I'm taking you to see someone."

Dean closed his eyes as he felt all the hope drain from his body. "Yes Sir."

…..

Spencer looked over the top of the sports section at his son Castiel. The young man was busy navigating the shell of a soft boiled egg by tapping it with the edge of a spoon.

"Excited about your first day of school?"

Without bothering to look up Castiel answered, "Yes very. You know dad I'm the teacher. I'm not a student."

Scotty, the trophy Omega wife Spencer had married after Castiel's mother died sat next to him and placed an overly friendly hand on his step-son's thigh. "You smell delicious this morning, very masculine. Maybe you'll find a nice boy to settle down with at that new job of yours."

Spencer nodded in agreement. "Find yourself a nice, compliant Omega and tie the knot literally and figuratively. Hell, I'll find you a top notch piece of ass and pay a dowry to the parents or owner for you, how about that?"

Scotty flashed a big white smile, "Oh I love weddings! Spencer, make sure the bride is a virgin so Castiel has a special wedding night."

Castiel had enough, he tossed his napkin off his lap and stood abruptly, "I know you mean well but just because I'm an Alpha and society tries to dictate my social life doesn't mean I have to follow the rules."

His dad snorted, "Let's see how far that gets you. Remember, your Alpha instincts will never steer you wrong."

Cas grabbed his beat up briefcase with nothing in it then gave his dad a parting shot, "I know following instinct is important but I still believe in true love and courting ones mate properly."

"Bah…you sound like your mother."

Spencer watched as his idealistic son stomped toward the door, "Hey fix that damn tie of yours Mister Big Shot teacher. You want to look like a slob on your first day?"

A guttural growl was the answer.

…...

Castiel gripped the steering wheel inside the lime green Ford Fiesta that used to be his mom's. "Deep breath in…slow breath out…deep b…"

Scotty tapped his manicured nails on the window and held up a brown paper bag. "I made your lunch."

Cas rolled down the window and took the bag from him. When he looked inside there was a mystery meatloaf sandwich, a pudding cup, a snack size bag of Fritos and a juice box. He thought to himself, "This is a kid's lunch and that meatloaf sucked when he served it last night …it'll be even worse today!"

Scotty had a worried look on his pretty boy face as he waited for a reaction. Castiel just couldn't hurt the guy's feelings, "Wow it looks great. Thanks Scotty."

The Omega let out a joyful squeal and clapped his hands, "Spencer said it was a kid's lunch but I told him you would like it. I was right!"

Scotty waved goodbye then headed off to do his naked morning yoga for Castiel's dad.

….

Dean walked Sam right up to the doors of his middle school. He bent down and looked his little brother in the eye. "You got money to get a lunch ticket?"

"Yeah."

"Your knife?"

"Yeah."

Dean messed up Sam's hair because he knew it drove Sam nuts, "I'll meet you right here after school."

Sam blinked his eyes at Dean who blinked right back. It was their way of hugging in public.

"See yah later Dean."

"See yah later Sammy."

….

Dean found his locker just fine then headed for the office to sign up for classes and have orientation. School had been in session for a few weeks already so he was playing catch up.

The guidance counselor Mrs. Peterson went through the required classes. "I can squeeze you into English your last hour. You're fortunate Dean. The class is with our new teacher Mr. Novak and I hear he's wonderful. In fact you will get to delve into some creative writing and poetry."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Awesome, just what I wanted."

Mrs. Peterson snapped, "Don't get smart with Mr. Novak. He's all Alpha from head to toe and won't tolerate an attitude."

…..

On the way to last period Dean cruised by the cafeteria and snagged an apple out of the big fruit bowl, there was a coin box there but Dean had no money.

He polished it nice and shiny for the poetry lovin' Alpha that chose to be a school teacher. "Geez what a weirdo…I can't wait to get a load of this guy."

Dean opened the door to his English class and the room went silent. The students turned to look at the new kid. "Come on Winchester you've done this a million times before." He stepped inside and shut the door.

Castiel was seated on the edge of his desk swinging one leg as he watched the new boy approach with his arm outstretched and an apple in his hand. Dean stopped dead in front of him.

Cas took the apple offered, "You are…?"

"Dean Winchester Sir."

The teachers blue eyes locked onto the pools of emerald green rimmed with thick, pretty lashes. He scanned the rest of the boy's face taking in the freckles and plush, rosy lips. The kid had the face of an angel. Even at his tender age Dean had a body built for sin in the works.

"Sir…you ok?"

"Huh…oh sorry I was just thinking." Cas waved his hand around the room, "Take one of the open seats Dean."

Dean chose a seat in the very back of the room much to the teacher's disappointment.

…..

Dean listened to the music of Mr. Novak's deep and slightly gravelly voice dripping with Alpha honey. It was enough to cause him a whole lot of discomfort down south and suddenly his jeans felt a size too small.

Dean's burgeoning inner turmoil gathered steam when the bell rang and on his way out Mr. Novak called to him. Dean waited for the last student to leave and then went over to his teacher's desk.

"Yeah?"

Castiel pointed to the apple, "Thank you."

The teen felt a blush rising in his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced from side to side making sure they were alone. "You wouldn't say that if you knew where I got it."

The teachers blue peepers opened wide, "Oh really?"

"I stole it from the bowl in the cafeteria." Dean couldn't believe he just blurted that out, "Why did I just tell you that?!"

Cas couldn't help but smile despite Dean's omission, "Thank you for telling me the truth."

The freckle faced boy lowered his eyes, "Great now you're going to squeal on me."

The teacher took out his wallet and pulled out a dollar, "Here, put a buck in the money box and grab an apple for yourself." He was glad the kid couldn't see it was the only thing in his wallet besides photos and a driver's license.

Dean's face lit up like a Christmas tree, "Thanks Mr. Novak, you're ok. I thought you'd be a real stiff."

Now it was Castiel who was blushing, "You better go home now."

That benign dismissal slightly bruised Dean's fragile ego. "Ok, I gotta meet my kid brother anyway."

The kid walked out with a totally innocent wiggle to his hips. There was a rip in the student's jeans right below a back pocket and Cas got a glimpse of smooth pink cheek.

As soon as Dean walked out the teacher rested his head on top his desk. He tried to will his heart to stop racing.

….

Sam and Dean took their sweet time getting back to the stuffy motel room. It was a beautiful day in September and the brothers took full advantage of the weather. Once they hit the outskirts the pair headed to an ice cream stand next to the gas station and Dean ordered them two small cones.

He pulled out the dollar and slid it through the window then handed Sam his chocolate swirl.

Sam grinned from ear to ear, "Thanks Dean. Did dad give you some money?"

Normally Dean wouldn't feel bad about keeping the dollar but there was something in those deep blue eyes of Mr. Novak that made him want to be good.

"I found it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth Sammy."

"A what in their what?"

"Never mind."

….

That evening at a gathering of Alpha Hunters there was plenty of drinking and discussion of the supernatural.

Jack, an acquaintance of John's from a previous hunt nudged him with an elbow. "So how are those boys of yours?"

"Fine…why?"

"I'm just curious about Dean."

John's mood darkened instantly, "Dean is none of your goddamn business Jack."

…

Dean waited until Sam was asleep and then he pulled out the school directory the guidance counselor had given in him. He flipped to the pages with the stats and photos of all the high school teachers and found Mr. Novak.

Dean ran his finger over the man's photo. After a minute or two he closed the directory and slipped it in the nightstand drawer then gathered up the extra pillow and hugged it tight kissing the rough, musty cotton of the case.

Sam woke up when he heard the smacking sounds. He saw what his brother was doing and let out a giggle then whispered, "Are you kissing the pillow?"

Dean hissed, "No, go back to sleep."

"Cause I wouldn't kiss that pillow. It's got germs I bet."

"I said go back to sleep."

There was more giggling, "Dean's got a boyfriend."

"I do not!"

Sam's voice became very soft, "It's ok if you do. I won't squeal, promise."

Embarrassed now, Dean's voice came from the darkness just as soft, "Please go back to sleep Sammy."

…

That evening Castiel found himself feeling even lonelier than usual. He went for a long jog to clear his head and dampen his libido. After hitting his stride thoughts of bright green eyes, freckles, torn jeans and attitude faded away leaving an endless, empty stretch of road before him.

TBC