The man, scruffy and tear-stained, stood on the roof of the tallest structure for miles around.

It was a wrecked building perhaps 3 stories high. He stood there for a moment, staring without seeing, before he screamed his anguish to the skies, to the quiet empty night around him.

He kneels reverently, carefully to pick up the lifeless body from the floor…

6 months earlier…

Castiel sat in a greasy diner across the booth from a stubbly handsome Alpha currently tearing into a slice of pie like it was the last piece on earth. Although the diner was nice enough, there was the slight sheen of grease on the table, and the Beta waitress had been a little overzealous in her flirtation with his…. date.

Dean, he remembered. The alpha he was hoping to spend his first shared heat with. The very thought turned his cheeks pink.

Rules surrounding Omegas and Heat were intense. Cas, as an Omega, was allowed to start sharing heats when they turned 18. Cas waited until he was 20, almost unheard of for an Omega to spend heats alone. But, as an Omega, there were special regulations as to what Omegas could and couldn't do. Luckily, choosing one's own partners was perfectly okay. Driving, holding jobs in certain areas of

Finally, enough was enough and he was tired of spending Heats with nothing but toys and his own quickened breath. He had spent days scouring Heat-Share websites, when he stumbled on Dean's. Castiel had been nervous about chatting to a man with such a vague profile.

BlackImpala

24 M-Alpha

The picture was of a handsome man leaning casually yet proudly against a black 1967 Impala.

A Cool Dude with an Epic Car. Looking for some Cute Omegas to Help Out. Complete with Witty Sass, and Good Music.

Location: Continental USA

Willing to Travel? Yes

Experienced? Hell Yes.

Willing to Meet First? Yeah, Sure.

Looking for Specific Primary Gender? No

Special Notes: Um, I'll make sure it isn't a completely crap Heat? Hell, I don't know.

Luckily, Dean looked just as he did in his picture, and had spent several weeks messaging with Cas before agreeing to meet for this date.

Castiel was starting to notice things about Dean that made him shiver in jittery nervous pleasure. Dean really was witty and when he grinned, yeah, it tugged at Cas' heartstrings in a special way he'd never felt around any other Alpha. His hands were large, and although his clothes were maybe wrinkled, they were definitely clean for a guy who travelled the US in his car. His green-apple eyes sparked when he got animated talking about pop culture or his car. Dean glanced up from time to time, and damn if Cas' heart didn't tug up tighter each time...

But, Cas reasoned with himself as he picked at the fries left after his burger, even with a gorgeous grin and pleasant demeanor, Cas had yet to bring up the subject of Heat. But there's definitely something special about Dean, even if I can't place it. Ah well, here's hoping he's not a knothead behind closed doors.

Still, he stared until Dean finally looked up and smiled, "Hey pup, you okay?"

Cas nodded, kind of liking the nickname of "pup." It fit his smaller stature and blue eyes that perpetually looked incredibly innocent. He turned away from the Adonis of an Alpha in front of him to stare out into the California sunshine.

"So, what's your full name?" Dean chuckled as the Omega jumped, "What's Cas short for?"

"Castiel Novak," Cas replied. Dean nodded. "Winchester's my last."

Cas copied Dean and nodded before asking, "Where are you from?" Dean chuckled again, sliding the crumb-and-filling smeared plate from the pie away from him, "I was born in Kansas, but I grew up all over the States. Have a dumb kid brother, omega like you. My dad's not spectacular, but hey, childhood was unique." Shrugging, Dean pulled out his wallet and pulled out some bills, "Wanna walk a bit? I've been driving all morning to get here."

Castiel simply nodded, grabbed his coat, and followed Dean out into the sunshine outside the diner. Cas's brother had driven him, and Dean was going to drop him off later, since Cas didn't drive himself. It was one of the rights not granted Omegas.

Dean turned, walking backward like it was nothing as they crossed the parking lot. "Hey, do we have a curfew or somethin'?"

Cas shook his head, "There hasn't been a curfew for Omegas since 197-"

Dean laughed, "Let's drive, pup."