Giving in was never a part of Dean's character, especially not giving into his base-desires to whore it out for any alpha that looks his way. Dean rubbed his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh, his wings twitching slightly in irritation. Now that Sam was in college half-way across the country, Dean needed a roommate in order to keep the spacious apartment (with his own room!) that he'd come to love and call home. Not only was the place farther from the center of the city where most angels mingled, but also five minutes from the auto-repair shop that he worked at and about ten minutes from the hospital with a not-so-mundane side if he needed some divine aid.

Dean had essentially been putting off his omega instincts for his entire life. His parents weren't angry or resentful of him for not being an alpha, like his younger brother Sam, but he was. As soon as he turned sixteen, he had been having the urge to rub against every single fucking alpha that he could get a scent of. It was like some disgusting drug-addict, ready to do anything, and Dean boarded himself up in the most deserted places until it was over and he could breath and speak without begging to be knocked up. So, he took a mix of medicines to keep him more stable. Since I'm apparently a damn super-whore, Dean thought, remembering how many combinations he had to try before the doctors could find something strong enough to work and not kill him in the process.

"Well, where is the bastard, Sammy?" Dean murmured to himself as he leaned against the wall of a cafe near the outskirts of the city and checked his watch. Sam had been so worried about Dean's apartment situation, and leaving Dean alone, that he had personally scouted out a roommate and promised him that he would understand respect his space. Dean had been ready to yell Sam's ear off for telling anyone about his personal situation, but Sam had quickly diffused that by saying that 'Castiel' was a doctor and an old friend of his. He had even tried to explain that Dean had met him before, but Dean had had enough confusion and memory-searching for the day and after a quick "yeah, okay, I'll meet him" Sam had sounded relieved and told him the cafe address. Dean examined the menu of the cafe over his shoulder through the window and decided that if this guy didn't hurry up, he would find a burger place and go the hell home-

"Excuse me, are you Dean Winchester?" came a low-toned (almost monotone) voice directly in front of Dean. He struggled to keep his wings from flaring out in surprise and failed rather miserably, but the guy didn't seem to mind as he glanced over them and stared straight into Dean's face with dark blue eyes that seemed to bore into him. Dean gathered himself as best he could, averting his eyes from the guy's face, and pushed off the wall to stand straighter and level their heights.

"Yeah." he answered nonchalantly as he stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. Best to avoid any skin-to-skin contact, he thought as his eyes caught a flash of dark wings and his nose filled with the alpha's subtle scent. "A fucking alpha, Sam!? Really!?" Dean wanted to yell into the sky, but settled for a low grunt before asking "Are you Cas?"

"Castiel Novak, we met once before-"

"Listen Cas," Dean started when he noticed that there weren't any angels around and any lingering humans were out of earshot. "I don't know what the hell my idiot baby-brother was thinking, but I am NOT shacking up with an alpha for the sake of his peace of mind." Dean turned on his heel and headed back for his car, this whole situation was complete shit.

"Dean, wait-" Castiel caught up with him and the sudden twinge of emotion in his tone made Dean turn around. Castiel's wings were wide and dark, it seemed he was just a few inches away from having them touch the ground, but his height kept them looking clean and elegant. The man's dark hair was absolutely black, like his wings, when compared to how light his skin-tone was. But the most startling feature that had caused a chilling feeling to flow through Dean's entire spine, were how deep and penetrating those blue eyes could be when he was looking directly at them. Dean felt himself clam up, his body not agreeing to move an inch until he heard out the stunning dark angel.

"What?" Dean sighed feeling tired with the non-stop reminders that he was a-

"Hey bitch," called a snobbish piece-of-shit teen from a rusty truck that pulled up to a red light beside the cafe, the truck full of other dirty waste of angels. Having the wings did not make one a better person, in fact it seemed that most were about the teen's level. "come on over and take a ride on this!" He vulgarly smacked the backs of his hands to his thighs to bring his probably STD-positive dick into the cat-call. Dean had dealt with this shit all his life and he was done-

"Oh shit!" The teen screeched with the other teens as the truck's tires all simultaneously wheezed as the air ripped out of them. "What the fuck!?" He screamed as he examined the slashed tired, but before Dean could start laughing his ass off, Castiel pulled him away from the shitty scene and Dean took a hint to continue the path to his parked car around the corner. When he finally reached his beloved '67 Chevy Impala he leaned his back against the driver's side and had a good laugh.

"How the hell did that even happen? Damn, that was hilarious." Dean held an arm over his stomach when it started to hurt, when he finally looked up he saw the first emotion he could place on Castiel's face: joy that seemed to be spurred on by Dean's continued amusement.

"Well, I couldn't allow for you to beat him to death with a group of human cops sitting just a few feet away, but I also couldn't stand to see that idiot content in any form or fashion before we left." Castiel smiled his small, but relaxed smile again. "I should have turned over the whole vehicle, but that just wouldn't have sit right with the humans." With Castiel's polite tone of voice while referring to flipping over a truck, Dean was bursting with laughter all over again. When it finally subsided, Dean looked at Castiel who had taken a position on the opposite side of the car and it dawned on him.

"You're an archangel." Dean said with wide-eyes.

"Yes, but I'd prefer to keep that between us. Outside of my slight slips of temper, I'm just an ordinary alpha angel with a PhD. My powers are not as potent as they used to be." he stated kindly as he reverted back to monotone and slipped into the passenger seat of Dean's car.

"Holy shit." Dean whispered as he opened the door and slid behind the wheel. "Wait-" he stopped his rushing inner thoughts. "I never agreed to let you stay with me and or get in my car." he spat defensively, but it sounded half-hearted to his own ears.

"It's alright, Dean. You'll find that I am not like most angels."