Authors Note: _

Alrighty- so this is one of my fics that I paused from publishing to write for.
It's a little dark-themed, and it's got some heavy PWP in some moments, I suppose.

I promise this fic isn't going to be too long and angst is far out of the question. Just read the feels and enjoy!~

"Can't wait to fill you-"

Dean blocks the annoying alpha out right then, deciding that if he's going to make this believable for him, he's got to actually feel something during sex other than disgust. If he doesn't, then he isn't going to get paid- and that's not happening. Not when Dean needs the money so desperately right now.

It's not a known fact, but Dean is actually an omega. Only a few family members and close friends know what he is, minus the strangers he picks up to make living easier. Most people frown upon an omega selling themselves for money, and in some religions it's considered a taboo- but when you have two mouths to feed and a job that barely pays the bills, Dean can take the hit on his dignity and do it without abandon.

He feels his back get pressed into the walls of his apartment, and his mind endlessly wanders like the strange tongue in his mouth. It's his usual routine when this happens- block it out until he's expected to respond in some way.

Better throw a moan in.

The alpha seems pleased with the noise, purring and licking long stripes up Dean's throat as he murmurs things into his skin like, "Smell so good, baby."

Dean tries not to roll his eyes, thinking about how much he's going to have to pay towards his water bill when he finally gets his money from this. He holds an inner sigh, knowing that it'll probably take away most of the payment he's supposed to be getting from this. Apparently, dropping out of high school to raise your little brothers isn't cheap.

"What are your rates?" the alpha nibbles on the lobe of Dean's ear, rubbing his hips up against Dean's.

"Forty for a blow, sixty for a rim job, and a hundred for sex- no knotting, though. That's extra and a condom is always mandatory."

The alpha snickers, "Afraid you might end up carrying my pups?"

"No- because you'll be wearing a condom and I'm on birth control."

This upsets the alpha slightly- always does- but Dean can tell them to take their knots and shove them up their asses if they're going to complain. Dean's not here to get pregnant, he's here to get money to survive and that's it. If it weren't the quickest way for cash, Dean wouldn't even consider this.

Dean feels the alpha push him up further against the plaster and he gives a fake laugh, "So what's it gonna be, huh?"

"I think I'm going to get somethin' a little cheaper than forty."

Dean shakes his head, "Nope- that's the lowest I'll go and that's only for a blow job, buddy. No price changes or flips."

The alpha growls, "Excuse me?"

"What? Don't like an omega tellin' you what's gonna happen? Sorry- but this isn't up for debate. Forty for that only, or nothin' else."

"You think you can just tell me what I can do-"

Dean's graced with having an abrupt knock come at the door, and for the first time ever he's happy about conducting business in his apartment. The alpha lets go, growling.

"Is everything okay in there?" a low baritone comes through the wood, "Hello?"

"I think that's your cue, big boy. Leave."

The alpha stomps towards the door, flinging it open on someone Dean can't see as the omega comes to shut the wood to block out the stranger's view into not only his apartment- but his life.

"Wait-" a foot slides in between the door and its frame, "are you okay?"

Dean looks up, meeting unreal blue eyes and wispy raven hair, he swallows, "Uh- yeah. Thanks."

"What was going on? I live next door and I heard the arguing and I thought something was going wrong… Do I need to call the police?"

"No!" Dean blurts, reigning himself back in and rubbing his neck as he blushes, "It's fine- I'm alright."

The man blinks at him, "Are you sure? By the looks of it, he was trying to do something fairly illegal."

Dean clears his throat, "No, because you'll end up gettin' me in the slammer instead. What I'm doin' isn't so lawful, either."

The man blinks, his scent reaching Dean's nose and making his toes curl. Alpha- this dude's an alpha. It makes Dean a little nervous, to be honest, even though he's been around hundreds of them before. Especially when they have their heads held high like they are a king and Dean is a peasant who needs to lick the dirt of their boots. Already Dean can tell this guy is different, and Dean doesn't know why. The omega clears his throat, looking down because he knows what this guy is probably thinking.

"Why were you two fighting?"

Dean continues to look at the floor, trying to forget those blue eyes being on him, "Dude was trying to stiff me…"

"Why do you need to money? What's so important that you'd- …"

Dean realizes then that he's left Adam and Sammy's toys strewn about in the living room, and he curses himself silently about it when he whips his attention back to the alpha, standing with his mouth agape and words dead in his throat at his doorstep.

"Please don't call child services on me-"

"Whoa, I'm not going to do that, okay? Can I just come inside?" the alpha adds onto his request carefully, "I don't think that this is the best conversation to have out in an apartment complex hallway."

Dean nods, knowing that he's right, "Okay..."

The omega lets the alpha in, rubbing his arms as the man shuts the door and faces Dean. Dean can't bring himself to meet his gaze, still looking at the floorboards as the stranger clears his throat to speak.

"How old are you?"

Dean answers quietly, feeling small even though he's a little taller than his guest before him, "Nineteen, almost twenty."

"How old is your child?"

Dean looks up then, blinking seriously, "They aren't my kids. They're actually my younger brothers…"

The alpha tilts his head in confusion and bewilderment, the mixture seeming almost natural to him, "You're willing to sell your body just for them? Surely there is a parent that can- …"

Dean is guessing that he figures that one out on his own fairly easily, and it only makes Dean feel like his life is under a spotlight. Is this alpha going to take everything he has away? His apartment? His family? His whole life? Dean's positive he can get all sorts of jail time and charges for this alone- and he knows for certain that he'd never be allowed near Sammy or Adam ever again if word gets out about what he's been doing to keep barely any food on the table. Dean would give anything to not let that happen. He's about to prove that.

Dean moves forward, grabbing at the alpha's lapels and drawing him close, breath hot against his skin as he closes the distance between them and tries to be as seductive as possible as his heart slams against his ribcage in fear, "I'd give you anything you want if you promise not to tell a single soul."

The alpha has to take a second to process Dean's half-lidded eyes and the new abrupt fact his hand has currently been placed on Dean's ass. The omega waits patiently for the 'okay' or message of approval to come from him instantly. It never comes. Instead, the alpha shakes his head and pushes Dean away gently- a small part of the omega feeling outright rejected for some strange reason.

"No, I don't want that. I'm not taking advantage of you, nor am I telling anyone about this situation that you are in. You needn't worry."

Dean sighs, falling against the wall with a heavy thump, that's one more worry out of the way, "Okay, good. Just because I have to suck dick doesn't mean I want to."

The alpha coughs awkwardly at that, only fixing his tie and brushing off invisible lint to put himself at ease. Dean gives him a moment to compose himself, assuming it is a little odd to have an omega as young as he is throw himself his way one second and close himself off off the next since he doesn't need to be like a damn doorway. It is, however, odd for an alpha such as this man to still deny Dean in the first place.

"How old are you?" Dean asks, wondering, "Most young alphas would have agreed and thrown themselves on me, but you don't look aged enough to be at that point of restraint. So spill."

"I'm twenty."

Dean's jaw drops, eyes narrowing in disbelief, "Seriously?"

"Well, almost twenty-one, but that's in a few months."

Dean shakes his head, laughing slightly to voice his denial, "There's no way. You would have humped me straight through this drywall if you were."

He chuckles at that, and slightly blushes, "If I was like most alphas, than certainly. I, however, have learned to restrain myself and to uphold my morals rather than doing something idiotic altogether."

"Good thing because I'm so not in the mood to have sex tonight." then Dean remembers, "But shit- I needed that money… Look, I know this may sound wrong, but I have to go find some other client so if you could leave-"

"No need." he simply pulls out his wallet like it's nothing, his face sincere, "How much was he supposed to pay you?"

Dean blinks, literally blinks.

The alpha shrugs, pulling out a crisp Benjamin and placing it in the air between himself and Dean. The omega stares at the green paper, and it stares back. He feels wrong- like he needs a shower because of how dirty this whole exchange feels. But it doesn't matter because Dean can bathe himself in bleach, but he can never be clean again. Especially when this man seems to be so generous towards someone who doesn't deserve it a single bit.

"Are you going to take it?"

"I can't possibly do that, we're strangers… I don't want to take your money. I can earn it, though."

The man disagrees, "You obviously need it if you're having to do things such as this to get by. It's the least I can do for you."

"But don't you want somethin' out of this?" Dean murmurs, feeling himself freeze within his doubt, "Isn't there some catch?"

There's always one. No matter what an alpha said or promised- there was always something that was subtly requested, some loophole they'd find to make Dean feel guilty or in debt to them. It was the worst part about sneaky alphas, knowing that Dean's weakness is owing someone. He's forgotten the number of times and people who have pulled that trick on him over the years and how it always bites him in the ass in the end.

"Absolutely not. I'm just giving it to you, nothing required at all."

Well, this is unexpected.

Dean slowly outstretches a hand, cautiously taking the bill and retracting quickly as though something catastrophic might happen if he didn't, "I'll find a way to pay you back, I swear. I just don't take charity and not give something in return."

He shakes his head simply, "Nothing is needed to be reciprocated. What's your name?"

"Dean."

The man smiles warmly, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Dean. I'm Castiel."

Dean watches as Cas outstretches a lone hand, and Dean grabs it and shakes it, "Yeah, nice meetin' you too, though the situation was a little weird."

It makes Cas laugh, a sound Dean finds hearty and warm to his ears. He smiles at him, happy that for once he met an alpha who thought with his brain rather than his knot. It's going to make things a little easier, especially if Cas planned on sticking around.

"Would you like to meet my brothers?" Dean blurts.

Cas smiles and nods, "I'd love to."

...

Dean has to admit, Cas is a little weird. The man wears a full suit and trenchcoat wherever he goes apparently, and Dean has to hold back the mental label of 'tax accountant' every time he glances over to him. Seriously- extremely nice dude, but just plain strange.

Maybe Dean could use a little strange in his life.

They go down to the bottom floor to apartment three where Charlie stays, the only person of two people in the building (now including Cas) who know about what Dean does for cash. She is literally an angel sent in disguise. Being a beta, she's really easy going and takes to Adam and Sammy's nerd ways easily without leaving rugburn like an alpha or lipstick stains like an omega would. Dean's forgotten about how many times he's come to get them with his head hung low and his heart to the floor, bruised, tired, and sore, only to smile when he saw them acting out the first Star Wars movie on makeshift couch settings. Seriously- angel. in. disguise.

"Hey Charlie," Dean grins when she opens the door, her fiery red hair pulled into side buns, "what part are you guys doing today?"

"Luke-" Adam's voice booms in the small room, "I am, your father."

Dean chuckles as Sam yells out, horrified, "No!"

Dean looks over his shoulder to Cas, "They deserve awards don't they?"

"All the oscars in the world."

The comment makes Dean grin wider, to the point he thinks his cheeks might ache, "Hey guys, I'm done with work. Who wants some mac n' cheese?"

"Me!" Adam and Sam scream at the same time, hopping off of Charlie's overturned couch.

Adam is currently wearing a black bucket over his head and a blanket around his neck to form a makeshift cape, while Sammy has a broom in his hand with a horribly written scrawl of 'Sam's really awesome lightsaber' on its chipped and worn length. Cas seems to enjoy the weird sight immensely, chuckling behind Dean.

"Who's that?" Adam asks, having to lift up the bucket to peak at the alpha with curious, innocent grey eyes.

"This is Cas," Dean smiles, "he's having dinner with us tonight."

"I am?"

Dean nods, though his voice wavers with uncertainty, "Unless you don't want to-"

"Of course I do." Cas answers as soon as Sammy and Adam blurt, "Please?"

It makes the trio of adults laugh, while Sammy and Adam start sword fighting with their 'lightsabers' again. Dean gives a small sigh of relief once they are out of earshot.

"Thanks so much, Charlie. I don't know what I'd do without you."

She grins, leaning on her doorframe and shrugging, "Probably collapse into yourself, I'm sure."

The omega returns the smile, voice brimming with laughter, "I'd become the first ever human black hole."

"Science would have a field day with you."

Sam and Adam stop playing, coming over to the door with huge, goofy grins plastering their faces, "I wanna eat." - they say at the same time.

Dean chuckles, guiding them out the door and once again thanking Charlie for being the amazing person that she truly is. Cas falls in step beside Dean as his little brothers race up the hallway to see who gets to the stairs first, making the alpha beside Dean hum with pure humor.

"Yeah I know, they're goofballs." Dean comments, feeling like a mother hen talking about her precious hatchlings, "But I love 'em."

"I can tell. I've seen just how far you're willing to go for them. It's a nice change to see a brother so devoted to raising their kin."

Dean blushes, actually blushes, and like a schoolgirl no less as he looks down to the floor, muttering, "Well, I do what I can when I can."

They walk up the stairs together, hearing Sammy and Adam's laughs bounce off the walls as they ascend up to their floor. The whole time the omega shoots quick glances at the man beside him, trying hard to believe that this guy is an alpha rather than a beta- and is even twenty in the first place. Well, people had told him that he too was pretty mature for his age…

However, Dean wouldn't classify getting fucked for cash as mature- but hey, it pays the bills and helps his brothers stay in school, so it works out. If Dean didn't sell himself off to the first willing and funded alpha, Dean knows that they wouldn't have made it. Knows that right now his brothers would be running on the streets instead of the stairs above them, and that Dean would probably have to end up doing it anyway to barely get anything. He'd lose Sammy and Adam- and that thought alone terrifies him enough to say yes over and over to the highest bidder without worrying about himself. So call him a skank, an omega whore, a bitch- but keep in mind that Dean is only laying down on a bed for an alpha so that Adam and Sammy can actually have mattresses to sleep on instead of plastic from a rusty, dented dumpster.

He doesn't really give a shit.

"You seem to be enthralled in your thoughts." Cas says as he holds onto the railing, skin dragging across the metal easily, his shoes sounding on the cement steps as they make their way upwards slowly, "Should I be concerned that your head might implode in a way similar to how Charlie spoke about?"

Dean gives a small laugh, tight from his secret fears and concerns, "No, but I certainly am thinking. I was just wondering about what I do, ya know?"

Castiel listens, but doesn't pry. It's nice of him to keep his distance unless told to move.

"I just don't enjoy it- what I do. The alphas I meet and what they want, it's not something I particularly enjoy or fancy. Most people when they see me trying to get a client, they think I do it because I want a real knot instead of a plastic one, but that isn't true. It never was."

"Then how did it start up?"

Dean sighs, stalling a little bit up the stairs, needing to have some slight privacy away from his brothers so he could say why- just this once- why he did all of this, "Things got tough for us- real tough. My job at the bar, which I just lost and need to replace, wasn't making enough money. I barely paid off bills, our kitchen was mostly filled with empty air instead of food. I was asking favors more than I was fulfilling them. I thought I was going to lose my brothers then, until one night at the bar an alpha came up to me and asked if I wanted to make a quick buck. When I found out what I had to do, well… Dignity took a back seat. For the first time, we had actual food that night instead of that processed garbage in small portions. It's not the best of situations, but… we manage. I manage."

Cas tilts his head, "You said you lost your job at the bar, why?"

"The owner got tired of alphas tryin' to hit me up while I worked." Dean shrugs nonchalantly, "I was treated like a piece of meat there, anyways. I was thinkin' about goin' to my friend Bobby and seeing if I can get some work at his garage."

"Well, if you need me to, I can babysit. I'm sure that Charlie needs a break for a little bit."

Dean blinks, completely blown away by Cas' generosity, "Really, Cas? You'd do that for me already?"

Cas nods, knowing why Dean is hesitant, "Yeah- and don't worry about paying me, it's fine."

"I swear you and Charlie are fucking saints."

The alpha laughs, "Well, I do try."

They walk up the rest of the stairs together, coming upon Dean's brothers jumping at the door. Dean lets them in, hoping they can't smell the strange alpha they've unknowingly had in the apartment a few hours or so ago. In any case, Dean heads into the small kitchen as his brothers start playing around in the living room.

Cas joins Dean, leaning on the counter by his hip, "Need me to help?"

"You're makin' me feel like I'm always gonna have to owe you somethin'…" Dean mutters, digging into the cabinets to find a pot, "but yeah, it would be nice."

So Cas helps Dean start dinner. He helps with getting the water ready and shaping the pack of hamburger meat into small patties as Dean makes homemade fries. Sam and Adam are running through the living room as Dean chops the potatoes, Cas shaping meat beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean catches steel blue irises and raven hair facing him, and he can't help but feel a little nervous as he slices another end off of a potato into the bowl.

"How old are they?" Cas asks, finally.

"Adam's about five while Sammy's pushin' seven."

Cas puts a patty in the bowl, making a noise to Dean's statement, "Why such an age gap?"

Dean hears the knife connect with the cutting board before he speaks, "Sammy was born later on from my mother Mary- an unexpected thing, lemme assure you. She died a little afterwards from complications, though that wasn't surprising considering we thought she was too old to be having anymore kids."

"I'm sorry."

Dean shrugs, though Cas' words are sincere, "Not your fault…" he continues, "Adam, however was born to my step mom, Kate. She and my dad got divorced soon after he was born, and John got saddled with him and the rest of us. It was all too much, I'm guessing, because he lost himself in the booze a little while later. When child services came knockin' I made sure to answer the door so I could assure that my brothers didn't end up in foster care."

Cas stops molding the raw meat for a split second, "How old were you then?"

Dean looks down nervously, disappointment as obvious as his shame, he continues chopping a small bit of potato, "Barely eighteen…"

"Weren't you still in high school?"

"I dropped out." Dean mutters, "Even though I only had a few months left, they were far more important than my diploma. The jobs I needed to work took up too much time for a high schooler- so it won out in the end. Besides, I'm not that smart anyways…"

Cas stops what he's doing altogether, looking towards Dean in shock as though he had covered himself in gasoline and was about to light a match, "Don't degrade yourself like that- I'm positive you're intelligent. Most kids your age then would've dropped out because they were tired with school or wouldn't of even had a job. You left so you could basically become a parent because no one else was willing to do as much for your brothers. You gave up a lot, you still are, and you've managed to keep your little family unit afloat while I'm sure those other kids are still at home with their parents complaining about how things are too hard."

Dean blinks, feeling red paint his cheeks once more as he looks down towards the regular potato, "Way to make me feel like I'm somethin', Cas."

"That's because you are."

Dean just turns an even darker shade of scarlet as he continues chopping. Soon enough, dinner is on the table and everyone is eating. It's nice, dinners. It's one thing Dean looks forward to even on the worst and most pressing of days. Sammy tells him all about school and what he learned while Adam shows Dean what he made in art. It's a good thing, because it lets Dean know that what he does behind closed doors is paying off in the end. That it's worth it.

Cas seems to be enjoying it too, smiling as Adam reveals his noodle masterpiece of the three of them outside, "I'll add you in later, Cassie."

Cas smiles warmly, tone soft, "I don't think I'd fit on there."

"I'd make room for you." Adam smiles, pointing to an empty space and tapping with the small pad of his finger, "You could make it it right there- beside Dean."

Dean just looks down towards his plate, moving his mac n' cheese with his fork. He knows the alpha is more than likely looking at him, and the best Dean can come up with is staring at his cheese covered noodles and playing with his fork like a two-year-old.

"I'd like that."

Dean nearly chokes on air, but he manages to play it off as a cough as he swallows some water. His cheeks are burning, and he's positive the tips of his ears are aflame right now. The omega takes another bite and tries to calm his stuttering heart down before it kills him or bursts.

The rest of dinner is easier to take, considering Sammy is talking about how he was getting tested on the water cycle, and that his favourite part was getting to draw the seasons.

"Snow is nice, and the rain is pretty easy to draw- but summer's my favorite. I like the warm sun more than anything."

Dean smiles, knowing somewhere in his heart that Sammy's really gonna love California, "That would be nice wouldn't it? Some sunshine?"

"Yeah!" Sammy beams, "Then I could go outside and play Star Wars with Charlie!"

Dean laughs, seeing that Cas has finished eating, the alpha contently watching them interact, "Done already?"

The alpha nods, "It was good food."

"Well thanks, Cas." Dean smiles, returning his attention towards his brothers, "Hey- bedtime guys."

Sammy pouts and Adam just shrugs.

Dean takes them to their room, tucking them in as he hears Cas cleaning up the table, dishes clinking in the air a few feet away as he pulls some sheets over Sammy.

"Is Cas staying with us?"

Dean shrugs, picking up a few toys before he comes to rest on the end of Adam's bed, "I don't know- it's too early to tell."

"I'd like him to stay…" Adam murmurs, eyelids drooping as he pulls the covers closer to himself and snuggles against them, "He makes you really happy."

"Yeah- you deserve to be happy, Dean. We like him a lot." Sam adds, his voice already small with exhaustion.

Dean flushes once more, unsure as to what he's supposed to say or so in this situation, "It depends… Go to sleep…"

Dean shuts off their light and shuts their door, resting his head against the wood for a split moment so he can just breathe. He opens his eyes to see blue ones watching him from the kitchen. It startles him.

Dean reigns himself back and sighs, walking forward with a new determination, and hoping to whoever is listening that his blush isn't still obvious.

"Thanks for helping out, Cas." Dean murmurs, "It means a lot."

Cas grins, smiling wide and blue eyes crinkling warmly, "It's the least I can do, Dean."

The omega joins in on the clean up duty, grabbing plates and cups to set away. Afterwards, Cas sits at the small bar-like jut of the countertops as Dean washes dishes on the opposite side. His hands are all sudzy when Cas clears his throat.

"Dean," he begins, pausing, "when do you need to look for a job?"

Dean halts on dishes for a moment, grabbing the counter and thinking, "As soon as possible, honestly. Child services will take them away if I don't have one, and I'm terrified of that happening…"

"Then why sell yourself, Dean? I'm positive they'd take them away if you were caught."

Dean looks down towards the bubbles, the dishes lying underneath the water- he can relate- and he just sighs, "I- I know… I don't want to do it, okay? I never did. But it was either put myself out there or have them get put out to foster families. I couldn't have that happen, they're too young to go through something like that. What was most important took up rationality, so while it makes sense to just stop this altogether, I'd still wouldn't be able to afford anything. I'm in a sinking boat over here, Cas."

"Then how about I help you out?"

Dean shakes his head, knowing that it's too good of an offer to take up, "I can't, Cas. There's no way I could ever repay you…"

"That doesn't matter- you don't need to worry about returning the favor with me. Seeing you all happy and stable is enough."

There's a swell in Dean's chest, Dean silently pointing a finger at his omega side instead of doing anything mature, and he bites his lip as he blushes for the thousandth time tonight. This fucking dude...

"You know- with the shit you're saying-" Dean gives a slight laugh, "I'm having a hard time thinking that you're real."

Cas smiles, "I can assure you that I am."

The omega just grins back like an idiot, resuming washing dishes as Cas watches. Normally, Dean would be uncomfortable with having an alpha- especially one he doesn't know fully yet, or a client- prancing around with his most valuable possessions sleeping just a few feet away, but with Cas it's different. He feels like he should be there, or at least have a shot at trying to be present. It's like having a void Dean didn't know he had was just being filled by this man's presence alone.

The thought slightly terrified him, but he remained nonchalant on the surface, even when his emotions were a train wreck and his mind was in turmoil. He finished the dishes quietly and guided Cas to the door and smiled, leaning on the worned wood as Cas lingered slightly in the hallway, rubbing at his neck awkwardly.

"Just knock on my door if you need anything…" he assures simply, eyes fully entranced by the patterns woven into the carpet below, "It was nice meeting you, Dean. I had a nice time tonight."

Dean grins, also looking towards the floor as the heart in his chest beams work. With something warm and happy like a newborn kitten, "Will do… And so did I… Just come over whenever you want to, Cas. At least when I'm not… working."

Cas just nods, seeming to blush at the words when they are heard and processed, "I'll make sure to knock."

It makes the omega laugh quietly, letting his eyes far quickly around the apartment complex's dainty hallway, "Of course… See you tomorrow, Cas."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Dean murmurs, his throat threatening to collapse on him in nervousness, "I need to start looking for an actual job as soon as possible, anyways. Guess that means you get babysitting duty on a Saturday. Sorry…"

Cas meets Dean's gaze then, those blue irises twinkling in the unnatural light, "There's nothing to apologize for, Dean. I'd love to watch them."

"Well-" Dean can't believe his heart hasn't burst yet and caused him to become as dead as a doornail right where he stands, "it's set then. See you in the morning, eight sound good?"

"It sounds wonderful."

They grin stupidly at each other for a small moment, Dean feeling his palms dampen with anxious sweat and his heart lurch, his stomach feeling queasy with butterflies as Cas walks to his door just a few minor feet to the left. He unlocks it, sending a quick glance and smile towards Dean before entering and escaping the omega's view completely.

Dean shuts the door abruptly after that, sagging against it with a small abbreviated huff, "Get a grip of yourself, Winchester…" he mumbles as heat spreads through his cheeks to pool together even lower than before, "You're acting like a horny omega- and you aren't even in heat…"

As Dean walks back to his dark room, he thinks that maybe having thin walls here wasn't a bad thing for once.