Ruby started up through the bars of her cage, blindly seeing the metal ceiling above them. Most of the Betas were asleep, yet like every other night, she couldn't sleep. The whimpering from Morana in the cage next to her had Ruby worried. Every night she huddled in on herself, in obvious pain that wouldn't subside. The cages were close enough that if she stretched, she could reach and hold Morana's hand if they both pressed against the cold metal bars. Sometimes it helped Morana get at least a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep, but it didn't always work. Even in the dark she could see the sheen of sweat covering Morana's pale and deadly thin body. It was a wonder she hadn't burned up yet.

"Hey, Mo. Move closer." Ruby's words were quiet, trying not to attract the attention of the late night guard. She wasn't sure Morana heard her until she saw the poor girl shift painfully towards Ruby. With a groan, her too thin arms gave out and she collapsed right near the bars. She reached a shaky hand out towards Ruby, eyes fluttering at the effort it took. Ruby reached her hand through and grasped Morana's bony hand. Her hand felt like paper, and Ruby was worried. She hadn't seen her eat or drink anything in the past couple of days, knowing that Morana would have puked it back up. She knew that the fever was reaching the dangerously high zone, yet Abaddon and her henchmen did nothing to ease the girl's pain. Seeing her shivering despite the fever, Ruby knew Morana couldn't keep this up much longer.

Praying to a God she long stopped believing in, she wished that someone would find them and help this poor girl. Humming quietly to the distressed Omega—a rarity—she hoped the girl could get some sleep before the demanding day ahead of them.


Sam Winchester lay sprawled across the slightly too short bed, staring at the popcorn ceiling of the motel room that they were staying in for the time being. Dean, his older brother, sat at the small table nursing a beer and read through the files they had for the case. A long list of female Betas and male Omegas have gone missing in the area. Often a sign of a Beta/Omega whorehouse, he and Sam had been trying to track down as much information on the ghost whorehouse. So far all they have is that the whorehouse's location is well hidden and nearly undetected.

"Have you read the most recent missing persons report?" Dean's rough voice broke the silence. He snapped his fingers to get his brother's attention when Sam didn't respond. Sam shook his head before speaking.

"Yeah. Sorry. Uh, 14-year-old female Beta. Long blond hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Last seen leaving school, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. Melissa, was it?"

"Marissa. Yeah. Somehow she got snatched on the way home. Lived two blocks away from school, in a very populated area. How she got snatched without a single witness is amazing." Dean flipped through the file, looking at the map of the area, as well as the statement from Marissa's friend who had said good-bye as they left school. "They're definitely getting bolder. Taking someone during the middle of the day, in a well populated area." He shifted through the dozens of files, until he found the one he was looking for. This one was a 15-year-old male Omega, fitting the same description as Marissa. Blond hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Also taken while walking home from school, there was clearly a pattern. Dean jumped slightly when his phone let off a shrill. A quick glance at the caller ID and he picked up the phone.

"Whatcha got, Bobby?"

"Well, no new abductions since Marissa, but the town has put out a buddy system for all Betas and Omegas, both male and female, in hopes that no one else will go missing." Bobby was the one who sent this case to them. Sam and Dean Winchester were the best when it came to disbanding whorehouses and returning missing children to their parents. But just because they were the best didn't mean they didn't need a little help now and then. "Finally found a witness to one of the earlier abductions. An elderly lady mentioned seeing a large black van with Florida plates peeling out in a hurry right around the time that Cera Strong, the 3rd victim, was taken. Said that the windows had a green blackout tint to them."

"Okay. How is that going to help?"

"Because the police ran a search on the various security cameras around the area around that time trying to look for a van matching that description. They found it on a traffic cam about a block away from where Cera was last seen." Bobby paused before continuing. "They got a license plate."

"Fan-fucking-tastic." Sam raised his eyebrow in question. Dean held up a finger, telling him he'd explain when he was done.

"I sent the info through email. Should be in your inbox."

"Thanks Bobby, we owe you some of the good stuff."

"I'll keep that in mind." And with that, Dean shut his phone and reached for his laptop to access his email.

"So what did Grumpy Bear have to say?" Swinging to stand up and join Dean at the table, Sam stretched.

"Someone remembered something. Saw a large black van with green blackout windows around the time that one of the earlier victims, Cera Strong, was taken. Police went and looked at security cameras and got a hit." He opened the file and rotated the laptop so both could read the new information.

"And the owner of creeper van is…." Sam scrolled looking for the name. "Marlton Herbert. Creeper name and a creeper van." He continued reading the file. "And a local address. What do you say we go pay Mr. Herbert a visit tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a plan." They both stood and laid down on their respective beds, and attempted to get a little shuteye.


Ruby watched as Morana continued to shiver despite the fever racking her thin frame. At least the poor girl was sleeping, even if fitfully. Ruby continued to rub her thumb over the papery hand, a soothing gesture that seemed to help slightly. With the eerie silence in the warehouse, Ruby easily picked up on the hitch in Morana's breathing.

"Hey, hey. I'm right here." Ruby gave a small squeeze and could feel the tense that was building relax. "I'm not gonna leave you. Never gonna leave you." Ruby continued to murmur reassurances until the guards made their morning rounds.


A/N: Well, here we go! My first OmegaVerse story, as well as my first Supernatural story. I own nothing and am not receiving anything from writing this other than the fact that I won't lie awake at night thinking up this story.

Reviews and constructive criticism are welcomed.