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Abandoned

Chapter 1

Run Omega, Run

The car door was pulled open and Dean was dragged out on to the ground by the rope binding his hands together. He was naked and beaten, bruises blossoming on his face and body. He landed in a pile of snow and a foot held him face down in the damp cold.

He rolled over and looked up into John Winchester's face.

"Dad," he started but the foot was withdrawn and came back swiftly to kick him in the side.

"Don't call me that," the older man growled. "You are no son of mine. No Winchester has ever thrown an Omega. I blame Mary for you." John went over and tied the end of the rope to a tree. "Do you know where you are?"

Shivering, Dean looked around at the winter landscape and the naked trees reaching stark fingers into the sky. "No, I don't." he answered. He had been shocked almost to silence at John cursing Mary's memory. She had been sacrosanct, the crowning jewel in the Winchester family pantheon.

Dean realized that John hated him so much that Mary's memory would be sacrificed to wash out the Omega stain from the Winchester family tree.

"This is the famous "Bitch Run." John sneered. "This is where you belong, waiting to be claimed by the first passing Alpha. Make sure you crouch low and offer your ass to the first to get to you. If he won't take you, you'll die out here."

Checking again to make sure the ropes were secure, John turned away from his first born son and went back to the car. Night was coming and John needed to get back to the motel and think of a good lie to tell Sam. He had pretty much decided that he would go with a werewolf story. Maybe even a couple of werewolves, lying in unexpected wait. If he told Sam that he salted and burned his brother's body he was pretty sure he could get away with it. Sam was at Bobby's finishing out his school year. It would only be a phone call but John thought it would be enough to hide what he was about to do.

Turning back, the man stared at the son he had cherished for sixteen years, trained and displayed with pride. Dean was the best, the fastest, the smartest of hunters and now, this. John could not believe it when shortly after his sixteenth birthday Dean had presented as an Omega.

John studied the teenager, looking for some sign of the face of the man who had foisted this creature on Mary, most likely, another hunter. Mary had been raised in a family of hunters and who knew who had got to her. The more that John looked, the angrier he became. Then he overcame his emotions, tamped them down and stared at the animal his son had become.

John remembered the times that Dean had pulled not only his ass but Sam's also from the fires of their hunts. With a guilty start John reached into the car and got Dean's boots, an old army blanket and a chipped iron knife.

He carried them over to where he had staked Dean out like a sacrifice and dropped the items. "Here," he growled. "Try and stay alive until someone finds you. If you do survive, don't call yourself Winchester. You aren't a Winchester. I don't know what you are. Just make sure that you don't try to show up at my door with a belly full of whelps. Don't look for anything but the back of my hand. "

John turned his back on the shivering, beaten animal his son had become and drove away.

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Dean picked himself up out of the snow and pulled on his boots with frozen fingers. As the sun went down it was getting colder and colder. He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and started to worry at the too tight ropes with his teeth.

The circulation in his hands was almost completely cut off and he chewed at the ropes franticly. If he got frost bitten fingers his survival changes would be nil. In addition, those things that lived in the dark would be out hunting for food soon. He needed to get to a defensible position, not this killing ground he was presently tied to. He almost wished for someone to come by.

Then he re-thought that idea. An Alpha out wandering around the infamous "Bitch Run" would not be looking for a dependent; he would be looking for a quick and sloppy lay. What made it worse was that Dean thought it was possible he might comply. His heat was raging through his veins, probably keeping him warm.

He couldn't believe what had happened to him. Two weeks prior he had been on top of the world. He was a recognized young hunter, already making a name for himself; another Winchester legend in the making.

Then he had awakened with what he thought was the flu. His body burned and he itched all over. It was while he was restlessly moving around that he noticed the slick between his legs. Throwing the covers off, he thought he might be wounded, but the slick was clear and slippery.

As he sat their staring horrified at the mess between his legs, his father had burst into the room "Dean, you got an Omega in there with you?" John shouted and then froze.

"Oh, no." John threw his head up and breathed in deeply. "An Omega? You're a damn Omega?" John grasped Dean's shoulder and thrust a rough hand between his legs. "Son of a bitch, you are."

Dean drew back, both insulted and intrigued at his father's harsh handling. He blushed and pulled the covers back up.

"Get out of that bed and go shower that stink off you." John ordered. The older man ran his hands through his hair. "Move it, Dean. I'm giving you an order. Get used to them; from now on you're going to be hearing a lot of them." John grabbed a shoulder and pulled Dean upright.

The Alpha in John could not resist and he ran his hand between his son's legs again, rubbing his hand in the slick. "You smell so sweet. What are we going to do? You can't go out like that." John swung between two extremes. On one hand he wanted to throw the Omega to the floor and mount him. On the other hand he wanted to hide his son away and pretend that this had not happened.

"Get in the shower." John slammed his way out of the room.

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The next few weeks were unadulterated hell for the young Omega. John would not let him out of the room. No more hunts, no more bars, not even any conversation other than cruel sneers and orders to keep the place clean and try to keep the stink down. Dean had plenty of time to go on line and find out just how screwed he was.

As near as he could tell the rest of the world regarded male Omegas as the bottom of the barrel. Some societies in the past had not even considered them human. It had only recently become illegal to simply kidnap them off the street if they were out in public alone. Some cultures had used them as 'rabbits' to teach young Alphas to hunt by scent. The winner got to keep the Omega if he wanted; otherwise they were just put back in their pens to be used again. They rarely managed to become educated because schools could still refuse to accept them since they were 'disruptive' to the learning process. In addition they were generally considered to be of sub-normal intelligence.

There were any number of public places that could legally refuse them entrance because of the possibility of triggering 'Alpha riots', fights over solitary Omegas. They were considered simple breeders, driven by their instinct to breed that overpowered anything else, including self-determination or protection. They could be taken into 'protective custody' anywhere at any time if they were on the street without their alpha.

Evidently from this point on Dean's life was to consist of waiting obediently at home for his Alpha to breed him. The Alpha had the right of control. He could beat or confine a rebellious Omega. It was common to find them chained to beds.

The reality of his position hit home when John returned one night with 'Omega chains'. Dean was shackled to his bed with a twenty foot chain that only allowed him to reach the bathroom.

"I'm not going to sit here and watch you all day, Dean. "John told him. "When I go out I know you'll likely want to escape so you'll wear this to keep you here. It's for your own protection."

When Dean fought to keep the chain shackle off his leg John simply sucker punched him and knocked him on his ass. When he recovered he found himself chained to his bed with his father standing over him. To be doubly sure, John said, he had stripped Dean's clothes off. Now he was chained and naked.

He back pedaled onto his bed but something frightening was happening. He did not like the way John was looking at him. John's hand glistened with Dean's slick. While stripping the teen's body John had evidently done a little exploring and now he wasn't just Dean's father, he was a fully aroused Alpha. He held hand cuffs out and told Dean to put them on. Still trying to please the man, Dean did as he was told and moments later he was cuffed to the bed face down.

John climbed on the bed, between Dean's legs and spread his cheeks. John tied a gag around Dean's mouth and then proceeded to pop his own son's Omega cherry. Dean screamed and bucked but all that got him was a beating. John found that to be so much fun he rode his son's ass again.

After getting satisfied, John ran his hands all over Dean's ass and passage. He then tossed a blanket over the naked teen and left the room with a promise to be back if Dean made any noise at all.

Now it was the next night and here he was, thrown out like trash, used and very abused by his own father. He shivered and remembered the stories he had heard about the 'Bitch Run'. He even remembered joking about it with his Alpha friends. Before it was made illegal families could dump their unwanted male Omegas off here in the woods and Alphas would gather to chase the Omega through the trees. The first to reach the teenager and rape him, owned him outright and legally.

Dean shivered and continued to chew at the ropes. He thought he felt like he was making some progress. The ropes were beginning to loosen just the smallest bit and he could feel blood flowing into his hands. He noticed that his wrists were bleeding and between his spit and the blood the ropes were moving.

Soon it would be fully dark. He could already hear movement in the underbrush and he didn't even want to imagine what it could be. The other thing he was watching for was headlights. He didn't know which one would be worse, the arrival of wild predators or the arrival of human Alphas. He didn't want anything to do with either one.

He was thinking about the last little fact that he had gleaned from the internet. For whatever reasons, there were fewer and fewer male Omegas being born every year. With scarcity they were becoming a marketable commodity.

Great, he thought. After being run down and raped and then captured and held prisoner by some horny bastard he then could be sold on the black market to either a brothel or a private collector. As careers went he felt there were no good options left to him. Running was the only choice left.