Author Note: Also posted on AO3, so sorry if any of you are seeing this twice. It is edited. I'm sure there are more errors, but I tried to clean it up. I hope you enjoy.

What You Paid For

Castiel sat on the exam table and buttoned the cuffs of his shirt. The doctor sat on a wheeled chair in front of the computer, looking down at Castiel's chart. He frowned and turned toward Castiel.

"The medication isn't taking," the doctor said.

"So what does that leave?" Castiel asked. His insides ached faintly, and his opening stung from the doctor's examination a few moments ago.

"You go off the suppressants or undergo a full hysterectomy."

Castiel exhaled and flattened his sleeve.

"Castiel, it's your decision, but my opinion, you're young. You have years before menopause. Without your reproductive organs intact, you'll have to take hormone replacement, but it won't be the same. You'll have heat flashes, mood swing. Go off the suppressants, before they do any more damage."

Castiel shook his head. "I don't really have a choice, now do I?"

The doctor smiled sadly. "What's so wrong about having a family?"

"It doesn't exactly fit into my plans."

"I can give you birth control for your heats, but unfortunately, there's a good chance that you won't need them."

Castiel nodded, knowing that infertility had been a chance since he began to bleed months before and he began to go in for tests.

"Can you know for sure?"

"We won't know unless you actively try to get pregnant. I don't want to give you birth control, but I will. Instead, the alpha you make contact with, make sure they are on it. No condom. Make sure they're clean. You need the full experience-."

Castiel shook his head. "No, I'm willing to go through heats, but I won't use an alpha. I can handle them myself."

"Castiel, I'm telling you, as your doctor, that medically, you need a partner the first few times. Our bodies, omega bodies, need the chemistry of an alpha. What you've done to yourself isn't healthy. Now you have to correct that. I can give you the name of an alpha agency so you can make arrangements."

The doctor wrote on a prescription pad and handed it to Castiel, who took it like it could burn him. A number was written under the name Domare Servitium.

"I don't want one of these in my house," Castiel said.

"They aren't all bad," the doctor said. "My wife is wonderful, and she's as alpha as they come."

"But I'm going to assume that your wife didn't come from a prostitution service."

"I've never heard anything, but good things about the men and women contracted through them."

"Fine," Castiel said. Then he stood and took his coat from the nearby chair. "Is that all?"

"The nurse is going to make an appointment for you in six months. If you hit your heat before that, come see me after it's passed. If you plan on using Domare, give them a call soon to have someone on reserve for you. I've heard they fill quickly."

"How long until the heat?"

"A month. Two at the most."

"Thank you," Castiel nodded then he followed the doctor to the door of the small room. The doctor held it open for him, then clapped him on his shoulder before Castiel went down the hall and left through the waiting room.

Once in the parking lot, he slid into the driver seat of his AMG and stared out of the windshield. His stomach ached dully as rain began to sprinkle the glass and cars drove passed on the street. His eyes burned faintly.

He was thirty-five and he was on the verge of his first heat since he was little more than a child. His phone rang and he took it from his coat's pocket. He cleared his throat as he answered his assistant and started his car.

"Yes, I'm out of my appointment, I'll be to the office in less than an hour, Cooper," Castiel said as he closed out the sections of a mind that he chose not to handle.

A week later, Castiel sat at his desk in his flat with only the lamp beside him. His reflection glowed back at him through the open blinds on the dark window. If he squinted passed it, he could see the glow of lights on the neighboring building and the headlights far below.

He took a drink from the tumbler of scotch and looked up the top alpha agencies in the city. So far he had sorted through twenty. Most he discarded, because they were disgusting. Prostitution was prostitution, but he didn't understand why so many had to be perverted about it.

The contact his doctor had given him seemed to be the best. He opened their site again and a picture of, what he assumed were alphas, appeared with the agencies logo. The colors of the site were muted and clean. The few pictures of their alphas were black and white.

They were what alphas were supposed to be, well built, tall, and muscled. Some were finely toned and others were broader. The female alphas listed ranged from tall to short, from sculpted to slightly softer. He only gave that a glance before going to their male listings.

He read the short biographies beside each of their pictures. The one that caught his attention was named Balthazar. He snorted as he took another drink. The names they gave these men were just above strippers. The biographies were ridiculous. Apparently, Balthazar liked to read and play music with his band. Everything in it was bullshit.

Balthazar was an alpha, and everything they listed could be as toned down and tame as they wanted, but it changed nothing. But he was undeniably handsome. He looked older with gray hair and a sexual smile. It said he was from Britain. Castiel wondered if he would have an accent.

There was a tinge down his spine that flirted with his groin.

Tomorrow he would call and reserve Balthazar. If he had to deal with having an alpha with him during this time, at least he could be handsome.