You're Drawing Me In

Castiel is having an extremely hard time trying to ignore his childhood best friend, Dean Winchester. More specifically around the time Dean first presented at 15. Dean had presented as an Omega at the time to everyone's surprise. He had been late presenting which usually automatically means one turns out to be an Alpha.

At the time Castiel had only been mildly surprised and mostly relieved since he himself hadn't presented either. Same secondary gender pairs are uncommon and unfavorable for building a traditional lifestyle. Although he must admit, even before presenting he'd always thought Dean had beautifully feminine features.

But its thoughts like those that only seemed to amplify since he presented as an Alpha at 18 and they had moved away for college together. In fact, from Castiel's perspective now, Dean has fully grown into all his secondary gender assets. From the sharp feminine features of his face (the big doe like green eyes, plump pink lips, high cheek bone structures, creamy olive skin) to the fit limbs from years of athleticism, to the narrow waist, supple hips, and bowed legs. Don't even get him started on the tight little ass Dean just so happens to effortlessly show off in all of his clothing.

He can't even count how many ruts he's gotten through just thinking of the omega! Countless orgasms. Some even within the same session. Dean's scent is the epitome of intoxication. Castile can openly admit he's never smelt anything in his entire life that's more irresistible. It's allure draws him in until he finds himself standing too close or shuddering at the scent when he smells it in the air.

His Alpha senses never fail to respond to it, especially when Dean would come back to school from his heats still smelling like heaven. Castiel can barely contain the need to drool like a lovesick fool in his presence. And whenever Dean would make casual conversations all Castiel's inner thoughts could think of was fucking Dean's brains out (thanks to his alpha instincts).

From experience Castiel knows it takes a little less than a week before Dean's remaining heat pheromones go down, and during that time he'd find himself locked up in his room after school jerking off until his knot was sore, his hands were tired, and his balls were completely empty.

However, all this to say Castiel shamefully hasn't built up the courage yet to even make a move on the omega. Dean is beautiful enough to attract a lot of suitors. And a lot of them Dean happens to turn down. Dean may be a flirt but he always told him he had one specific type (not that he ever paid attention or asked any further what that meant. He'd find himself getting quite impatient & irritated when Dean talked about his other relationships).

Now Castiel was no virgin either, but he knows for a fact he could never get into anything as serious as he would if he were with Dean; so why even bother? Dean is clearly what not only his body and soul wants, but the Alpha in him wants. To Castiel's alpha, Dean is his mate. Whether he's claimed him yet or not.

Castiel sighs as he puts down the pen he'd been tapping idly against the library desk with. Once again he'd zoned out thinking of his one and only distraction. It's been like that since as long as he can remember, yet somehow he can never stop thinking about Dean. His omega.

"Cassie! I finally found you!"

A familiar rowdy voice yells from across the library. Earning multiple stank faces from others who had been previously been enjoying the silence.

Castiel's head jolts upwards as he sees his older brother Gabriel making his was towards him. Gab pads though the maze of library desks before taking a seat in front of him.

"What do you want Gab?" Castiel grumbles indifferently.

"Woah there grumpy pants," Gab frowns shifting into the wooden chair across from him, "I bring good news!" His hands up in a surrendering motion.

"Which is…?"

Castiel prompts somewhat bored already. Everyone knows Gabriel is a playful character with mostly his own best interests at heart.

"I heard Dean just broke up with Russell." Gab's practically bouncing in his seat as he tells the news.

Castiel tries to ignore the way his heart jumps at the news. Russell was some guy Dean had hooked up with at least three months ago. It wasn't a long relationship but for Dean, Cas knew three months was pretty committed. Dean was always more of a hit-it-and-quit-it type. Castiel hadn't been worried at first when they had started, thinking Dean would probably toss the guy aside like he normally did with everyone else, but after 2 weeks Castiel couldn't help but get a little depressed when Dean showed no signs of disinterest.

Russell was a 6' foot alpha with jet black hair and bright blue eyes. He is athletic and most of all he was an Arts Major like Dean which is coincidentally how they had met, according to Gab.

"What happened?"

Castiel probes Gabriel for more information impatiently, but Gab is now looking at the caller ID on his obnoxiously loud phone.

"Why don't you use this opportunity to ask him yourself?"

Gab says wagging his eyebrows suggestively before answering the phone. Castiel sighs and gives a quick glance out the library window. It was getting late, and storm clouds where already brewing in the sky. It'd be pouring rain by the time he made it out of the campus library.

"Oh, and bring this with you when you go over to Dean's."

Gab says shoving a shopping bag into his younger brothers hands before taking off out the library.

Castiel rolls his eyes and sighs. He doesn't even bother trying to look into the bag. Instead he packs up his things and heads into the direction of the student apartments Dean lives at.

Castiel takes the elevator up to the 5th floor, brushing off his favorite tan trench coat from the rain droplets. He then makes a conscious effort to fix his hair knowing that's always a lost cause. His outfit is nearly completely drenched causing him to scowl disapprovingly. He steps off the elevator and pauses in front of Dean's door. Just before he knocks he hears shuffling and things getting tossed around the room. A lot of cursing and angry nonsensical ranting from the other side has Castiel frowning. He briefly wonders if this would even be a good time to stop by. But Dean is his friend. Whom he secretly has a life long crush on and he feels more than obligated to know that he's okay.

Without further ado, he takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

"Go the fuck away Russell! I seriously don't want to see you ever again!"

Dean's voice growls through the other side of the door. Castiel clears his throat before shuffling from side to side on his feet. He briefly wonders if Dean would honestly want to see him either. Maybe he wants to be alone, which is completely understandable after a break up. But then he remembers he does have this thing he needs to drop off to Dean anyway-whatever the fuck it is that Gab had given him. So he tries again.

"Um no Dean, It's Cas."

From the other side of the door he can hear everything seem to stop moving. No more pacing or things clashing around the room. Suddenly the door wips open and Castiel audibly gasps as his senses are suddenly ambushed by the most delicious scent of fresh cherries, homemade apple pie, and leather. He shudders instantly. The smell is so strong a small moan slips from his lips as he feels his knees buckle. His eyes immediately drop to floor in concentration as he restrains the need to press against the wall for support.

When he manages to control his own reaction to the scent he drags his eyes up until they're taking in Dean's form standing casually with his hands on his hips.

Castiel's mouth falls open in surprise at Dean's choice of attire. He's standing at the door with an unbuttoned down white dress shirt and navy boxers on. The shirt is slightly open revealing that enticing tanned skin along with miles of carefully pronounced muscle. Castiel can't prevent his eyes from greedily taking in the way the dress shirt is oversized on Dean's smaller figure and the sleeves are rolled into cuffs just at his biceps. He takes in the heavy flush of Dean's face, the dilated pupils of his fiery green eyes and drops his gaze to the narrowing of his waist until he hesitates at the band of Dean's navy boxers.

Before he can take in anything lower than Dean's torso, Dean clears his throat snapping his gaze back up to his face. Castiel flushes instantly, completely embarrassed about getting caught openly gawking at his 'friend'.

Holy shit. Could I be anymore obvious.

Castiel thinks inwardly chastising himself. He looks everywhere but Dean, but he can already see the sparkle of mischief in Dean's eyes without even having to look at him. Dean always thinks Castiel is funny when he's flustered. He's openly teased him about it since they were kids.

Castiel runs a hand through his already wild hair. Shifting uncomfortably at the door. His clothes still damp and heavy from the storm outside.

"Cas? What are you doing here?" Dean finally prompts.

"I-uh..."

Castiel starts before he tries to remember himself why he's even there. It's not uncommon for him to drop by since they are friends but since Dean had been with Russell he'd made it a point to meet outside of Dean's apartment. In all honestly Cas hasn't dropped by Dean's house since he started dating Russell. If they hung out it was always on campus or at a shop nearby.

Suddenly he remembers the plastic bag and instead of using actual words he thrust the bag towards Dean. Dean arches two delicate blond brows before taking the bag from him. He takes hold of Cas's arm, and tugs him through the door. Castiel tries to ignore the way he seems to heat up under the touch or how his body is reacting to the growing and present scent of Dean in the room.

Dean opens the bag and instantly a full blow blush grows on his cheeks.

"Cas how did you know?"

Dean asks staring at Castiel in disbelief. Green eyes wide with a small blush over his freckled nose spreading to both cheeks. Cas tilts his head in confusion as his brows scrunch together.

"Know what?"

"You got these for my upcoming heat right?"

Dean asks pulling out omega sex toys from the bag.

Castiel's mouth drops open slightly as a huge blush appears on his face. Images of Dean using said toys suddenly flash in his head. His inner alpha humming in satisfaction. Damn Gabriel! Now he just looks like a raging pervert! Instead of answering the question, he quickly turns away and takes a much needed seat on Dean's couch. Thankfully Dean drops the subject and turns into the direction of his bedroom.

Castiel uses the alone time to peel off his wet outer layers and takes in Dean's wrecked apartment. The floor lamps are turned over, the tv somewhat displaced but not broken, vases tipped over and shattered, pots are out in the living area as if thrown there, cabinets wide open etc. Castiel always knew Dean gets...frustrated around his heats but the amount of mess in the house doesn't quite add up. Omegas, including Dean, should be nesting right about now. Collecting food, and hoarding pillows & blankets for comfort and warmth not the opposite. Restlessness is common especially without an Alpha's presence to help through heat, but destroying a home around a primal omega instinct is more than unusual.

Dean strides back into the disastrous living room completely unaffected by the mess or the fact that he's barely wearing any clothes while in the beginning phases of his heat cycle and all in front of an Alpha no less.

The easy swagger of his omega always captures Castiel's attention.

However Castiel came here with the purpose of checking on his friend, and from the looks of things, they needed to talk.

"What happened with Russell, Dean?"

Dean's face goes from relaxed to irritated within seconds. Castiel can smell the sourness in his scent change at the sound of the Alpha's name.

"I don't want to talk about it," Dean deadpans instantly looking away from Castiel stubbornly. Usually Castiel finds Dean's stubbornness very attractive, but right now he can't bring himself to be satisfied with Dean's obvious frustration.

A part of him is just being nosy, but the other half is more rightfully concerned about his friends emotional welfare. Omegas are naturally emotional, Dean being no exception. But Cas has known Dean for a long time and has seen several break-ups. None have ended with a wrecked apartment.

"But Dean, it clearly affected you."

Castiel says taking a pointed glance around the room. Dean folds his arms over his chest like he does when he gets defensive. Castiel folds his fingers together and sits patiently on the couch slowly taking in small wiffs of the more pleasant undertones of Deans scent still lingering around in the room. Partially because his alpha instincts can't help but react to Dean's presence, and the other reason is to determine Dean's feelings.

"He suggested that I share my heat with him," Dean mutters after awhile of silence.

Despite the spike of instant fury Castiel feels within himself, he quickly forces himself to settle back down. Fucking Hell! Castiel specifically chooses to look anywhere but his face, careful not to give anything away. He knows Dean smelt the slight change by the look of confusion that flashes across those beautiful features.

Sharing a heat is incredibly personal for an omega to do. For alpha ruts it's easier to sleep around, because they lived in an alpha dominated society. It's not oppression, it's just more socially acceptable. Omega's perspective of their own heats is to be respected as a private affair. They only share heats with people they feel they can build a future with, start a family with, and live their lives with. It's a serious undertaking for an omega to give themselves in that way to an Alpha.

However to their more present generation, those old views are turning. Their generation favors more of the 'I do whatever the fuck I want, with whoever the fuck I want' philosophy. Which is more directly translated as: 'I fuck whoever I want to, whenever I want to.'

"Why didn't you agree?"

He wonders aloud, but moreso to himself.

"Because Cas," Dean says exasperatingly as he moves to sit on the coffee table in front of him now. Castiel notices his body instantly sits up straighter and goes rigid at the sudden close proximity of the omega.

"He didn't really ask," Dean scowls, "He demanded it like I owed it to him!" Dean huffs before continuing, "Just because I'm an omega or in a relationship doesn't mean i owe him anything!"

Castiel can tell Dean's still remembering the moment he broke up with Russell again. He shifts uncomfortably as Dean's smell slowly begins to intensify. This is practically the first time he's ever been around Dean's heat. Dean is always careful around Alphas when he's close to his cycle and Cas was no exception despite his understanding for the extra precautionary tendencies. However, the longer he stayed in this room smelling so deliciously of the object of his undying affections, the more flustered he was getting, not to mention breathless and slightly turned on.

Castiel glances away from Dean trying not to look into his captivating green eyes. The last thing he wants is to give himself away on how Dean truly affects him. The timing would be substantially inappropriate. However he can never truly blame himself because when Dean feels passionate about something it never fails to show in his eyes. And Castiel always finds himself weak to its effects on him. In this case he can completely sympathize with Dean's frustrations.

"I see," Cas finally mutters before meeting Dean's eyes again. "Is this what made you break up with him?"

At the question, Dean pauses for a moment too long which draws Cas's attention to his face. He cocks his head to the side trying to understand why Dean has paused only to find himself even more confused at seeing Dean's cheeks slightly pink as he's dutifully avoids looking at him.

"I cut it off because I didn't really like him, Cas."

Dean confesses folding his arms once more over his chest, his face slightly annoyed yet still bashful.

Wait, What? Did he hear that right?

Cas frowns in confusion glancing down at his own hands.

"I guess I don't understand," He finally confesses looking at Dean for some clarification. Dean's face turns bemused.

"I didn't like him, Cas. I only put up with him for his looks." Dean admits flushing, but maintaining intense eye contact. The look is as if he's trying to tell him something, but Castiel is too lost in thought to really try and decipher it.

He dated a guy he couldn't stand for 3 months because of his looks? Why?

Instead of asking the questions now swarming around in his head, he decides to dwell on it later after he's left Dean's apartment. Dean's scent is slowly getting more intense. And it's really starting to cloud Castiel's thinking process.

"Dean, What are you going to do now?"

Castiel asks patiently instead. Dean slides those warm green eyes his way and Cas has to try and prevent himself from melting under the gaze. He can't help but stare back openly as Dean's eyes seem to be searching his for something.

"Cas, I have a confession to make."

Dean finally says in a slow gentle voice that makes Cas's heart speed up so fast its like someone slammed a foot down on the gas pedal.

Castiel darts his eyes around Dean's face. He can feel Dean slowly leaning closer into him from his spot on the coffee table, but he's paralyzed in his seat. In fact, he's pretty sure he's not even breathing anymore. The closer Dean's perfect face gets to him, the more he's transfixed by not only those eyes but that smell. His head is pounding just as hard as his heart now. The Alpha in him tearing at his insides-screaming at him to move closer and take what's rightfully his.

Stop. This is Dean. This is my best friend.

He tells himself as Dean seems not to notice the inner turmoil going through his head as he keeps inching closer. When Dean's nearly a foot away, his moss green eyes slide closed and he takes a slow long inhale of Castiel's scent. Cas's eyes widen in pure shock as his breath catches into a small gasp. And when a small pleased moan slips from those plush pink lips Castiel's heart skips a beat.

Scenting someone is usually impolite without permission. Especially because scenting someone can lead to scent bonding which is usually a positive, subtle and mutual test of compatibility. However scenting can also lead to scent imprinting which is blatantly risky.

Scent imprinting is when two scents are compatible and inevitably leads to an Alpha's rut/Omega's heat to become connected. Usually one has to already be at or fairly close to the stage themselves for scent imprinting to take place. This only makes it more dangerous because scent imprinting drags the stage out of the other compatible individual in order to share said rut or heat.

It's a primal instinct still very prominent in Alpha/Omega genetics that creates a powerful connection that makes both individuals unavoidably desire the other for their entire rut/heat. It can become unbearable if one of the individuals somehow becomes 'temporarily unavailable' to fulfill the needs of the other (such as a tragic accident, death, suddenly moving away etc.) so most people as a general rule deem scenting to be intimate and taboo in public spaces.

The only exception to scenting is individuals already bonded thoroughly through the bond mark on the neck showing signs of unionship. Basically the physical display of marriage like a traditional ring on the finger.

All this to say he was rightfully surprised by Dean's forwardness (despite his rather bold personality in general). He and Dean have been friends since before presenting. Dean knows very well how he smells naturally by now. The blatant display has Castiel shifting in his seat as his dick hardens to half length in his jeans.

And when Dean opens those eyes again Castiel finds himself unable to hold contact at the extremely intense gaze Dean sends him. Christ, everything about the omega is so distracting! He gulps as a deep blush forms on his cheeks as he tries to regain focus on what they had been talking about earlier.

"W-What's the confession Dean?" He asks not even blaming himself for how breathless and gravely his voice sounds now.

"There's something I want from you, but I'm afraid it may be too much to ask despite our long friendship." Dean says glancing down, fidgeting with his hands before a look of sheer determination morphs onto his beautiful features.

"But before I ask I want to try something first, is that ok?" Dean asks cryptically.

Castiel cant bring it within himself to ever deny Dean, and by know he would have thought that Dean would have come to know that. Castiel licks his lips from nervousness before nodding his head rapidly, not really trusting his voice at the moment.

Dean gets up slightly and Cas finds himself following Dean's every movement. Yet despite watching him, he is not at all entirely prepared for what happens next. Dean takes hold of Castiel's shoulders and presses him back into the couch. His body instantly falls open from its previously stiff position under Dean's touch. Dean slides his thighs against Castiel's covered ones until all of him is perched comfortably in Castiel's lap.

He's soft. Warm. Supple. And oh so ripe.

Castiel grunts as his inner alpha is practically howling in satisfaction with this latest turn of events. His hands instantly glide over Dean's smooth, strong, naked thighs until they rest comfortably against those enticing narrow hips. Dean is careful, direct, and purposeful with his movements. His body loose and open but most of all he's warm under Castiel's touch.

Dean places one hand on Castiel's chest, letting it slowly drag down his covered pecs to his taut muscled abs which clench under the heated touch of Deans hand despite him being clothed. Dean repeats the action of his hand clearly loving the way Cas's hard body feels folding and trembling .

Castiel can no longer control his breathing. It turns heavier as Dean slides his other hand to the nape of Castiel's neck, trailing his fingers upwards until they run through the wild silky black strands of Cas's hair. He feels his body erupt into goosebumps. His eyes feels heavy and unfocused with lust. His mind slowly blanking out. He wants Dean. Needs him.

The smooth glides of Dean's fingers getting him easily worked up as they travel into Castiel's untamed black strands; forming into a solid grip. When Dean tugs experimentally, Cas can't control the reflexive buck of his hips or the whimper that emits from his mouth.

What is he doing to me...

Castiel's eyes close as this time a moan falls from his lips. All he can think is: This can't be real. This HAS to be a dream. He's dreaming for sure. Because there's just no fucking way in real life he could ever comprehend the love of his life plastered in his lap only mere inches away from his hard on, caressing his body, with the most seductively suggest eyes he's ever seen.

Damn, he's hard. He's horny as fuck! This can't be going in the right direction, but he'd be damned if he stopped him now. Dream or not!

Dean leans in until their basically breathing in each other. Castiel's already dosed up on Dean's natural scent. It's got his mind groggy and his body feeling extra sluggish. His muscles are completely relaxed-all but one. The blood rushing rapidly from his head down to his ever present boner. Hard as a fucking rock in his pants! And somehow he finds no shame in it's obviousness. He wants Dean to know. He wants to freed from his own self control.

"Look at me, Cas." Dean whispers in a voice Cas can't believe sounds completely controlled. He almost wants to be embarrassed for his lack of control. Almost.

As if he hasn't waited long enough for this moment! For his omega!

Castiel's eyelids flutter open meeting Dean's heated gaze. His pupils are completely blow and his chiseled jaw is clenched shut. When they do make eye contact Castiel instantly smells the flare of heat that rolls off Dean's body in waves. His inner Alpha practically roars in triumph as his own body instantly responds with an outbreak of more goosebumps and a full body tremble. God that smell! It makes him so insane. He can feel the heat in his own body surging in response.

"Dean."

He sighs trying to convey even slightest bit of how much Dean's affecting him right now. A small mischievous twinkle glints in those green eyes that match the twitch of those plump pink lips. Both reactions let Cas know Dean knows exactly what he's doing to him.

Fucking beautiful vixen!

He's practically putty in Dean's hands and Dean knows it! Cas's own scent has dramatically responded to Dean's advancements. Their scents already thoroughly mingled together in the room since before Dean even climbed into his lap.

But honestly their scents have always been like that. Whenever one was in the room their scents always bond together like magnets creating this effective atmosphere of comfort and familiarity that made it easy for them to always be around each other over the years.

And even though that stands true to this present moment in time, this atmosphere that both their scents are creating isn't their usual friendship-comforting aura. Castiel can only vaguely describe it as...heavy, static-y, and extraordinary hot. It's nearly palpable! It's almost like every time their senses forge together there are sparks that has both of them breathlessly inhaling the other as if addicted not only to the heat but to the sensation.

Castiel lets another needy moan when Dean tugs once again at his hair. He never knew himself to be sensitive at the follicles of his scalp, but he has some suspicion that Dean has always known going by how much grip he puts into it. Just enough to have him soaring. Fuck!

He feels himself falling into the mood easily. It's just too good. Too familiar. Dean must somehow be able to recognize it too because Castiel can hear a soft chuckle fall from his lips against his forehead.

"I have to be honest, I didn't think it'd be this strong," Dean mumbles moreso to himself which Castiel doesn't bother trying to ask him to elaborate. He's not really coherent anyway.

In fact, he's more focused on the way Dean shifts and how his muscles tense when he runs his hands against his smooth bare slender thighs. When Castiel's hands travel to Dean's slender waist, up to caressing his sides Dean lets out a small moan. His hands instantly tightening in Cas's hair, and his hips rolls forward, until their plush against Cas's hard on.

Finally.

"Ugh!"

Castiel's lips fall open in pleasant surprise as Dean's hips make contact with his. Dear God, He's pure sin. The thought flashes in his head, biting his lips to sustain any more embarrassing noises from erupting. His dick already hard to full length at the feel of Dean's perky ass and narrow hips sliding naturally against his hard on.

"Oh God, Dean."

He rasps; mesmerized by Dean's hips as they move against his until he's subconsciously falling into the pace Dean's already set. Dean throws his head back and moans when Castiel begins to rock back steadily.

"Yes Cas! Just like that!"

And Castiel doesn't need to be told. He can feel Dean's slick slowly coating his jeans. He can already smell Dean's arousal in the air rising steadily as the intoxicating scent of apple pie, leather and cherries pick up even more dramatically than before. The smell of pleased omega filling out the entire room nearly overpowering Castiel's own scent. And Cas is pretty sure the Alpha in him is quite clearly drunk off the scent going by the way he has involuntarily started growling lowly as his grip on Dean's hips tightens, guiding the pace just right against each others obvious erections.

Dean is practically purring in Castiel's ear murmuring soft words of encouragement at every sinful roll of their hips. He's so gone into this pleasure he can feel his knot beginning to fill out.

"More Cas. Please don't stop," Dean whispers desperately against his ear. Voice trembling as Castiel feels Dean's hands clenching at his clothes for purchase. Castiel's inner alpha more than pleased by the desperation in his omega's tone. His hands already sliding down to Dean's perky ass.

"Fuck yes!"

"Fuck, Dean-you-"

Before Castiel can finish Dean captures his lips into a heated kiss. Licking and tugging at his bottom lip until Castiel gets over his initial shock to let Dean slide into his mouth with his tongue. It's their first kiss. The beating of his heart is so loud in his ears, he swears Dean can hear it.

"Cas-That damn voice of yours." Dean mumbles against their moist lips. "It always gets me so wet." Dean confesses, droopy eyed, breathless and moaning. Cas flushes easily under the praise. His inner Alpha nearly preening at the confession. He'd never known something so simple had always been a massive turn on.

They slide their tongues together into a slow sensual dance as their hips lock into a hypnotizing rhythm having both of them breathless and close from dry humping alone.

Dean's moaning wantonly as Castiel slowly allows his hands to explore Deans revealing skin from his button down dress shirt. He observes every hitch of breath, to every wiggle as Dean gets accommodated to his touch.

It's in that moment, as they're in a the middle of a heated make out when a sudden titillating sensation starts to arise. It starts from his fingertips before spreading outwards through his entire body. Castiel knows he's not the only one who feels it, by the way Dean has pulled back from their immodest make out session. Dean is glancing down at his own body as if he can feel the same burning sensations in his own body.

"What was that?" Dean asks.

"I'm not really sure," Cas mutters still slightly lost on everything that's happened in the last few minutes. His inner alpha massively dissatisfied at them stopping.

Suddenly, Dean lets out a giant gasp. His body going rigid for half a second as his eyes widen in shock.

"Dean, what's wrong?"

Castiel asks taking hold of Dean's arms trying to get him to pay attention. Suddenly the air somehow gets stuffy with Deans scent as its hiked up even more, and Castiel suddenly remembers the simple fact that Dean is close to his heat.

"Cas."

A slow whine emits from Dean drawing him from his thoughts. Panic. His Alpha instincts cutting through the haziness of Dean's delectable scent to tune in on the pain in his voice as he's now hunching over him, shaking in his arms with Dean's arms tight around his neck.

"What is it Dean!? What do you need!?"

Castiel's inner Alpha nearly frantic to help him just as much as he is. Dean's heavily breathing now, whimpering and moaning. He has a full body flush, that if not for his pain-Castiel would have found completely captivating. Dean's body hot like a fever and he's slowly gaining a layer of sweat.

"Cas. I need-"

Before he can finish Dean lets out another gasp and whine and Castiel can feel it in the air, just as he can feel it against his hard on. Dean is slicking rapidly. His heat is hitting him much faster now and in waves, as if he's suddenly been put on a bullet train.

Castiel doesn't know why, but he has the sudden urge to bare his throat. And for once, he lets himself give in to his instincts. He cocks his head to the side and gently urges Dean into the direction of where his scent is the strongest.

Dean attaches to the spot immediately. Castiel has to bit his lip at how good it feels when Dean inhales directly from his skin. Dean's hands move until their bunched into Castiel's shirt pulling him closer as Dean lets out deep rumbles of satisfied noises. Slowly Dean's body seems to relax and cool back down.

Castiel tentatively sniffs the air once more, and the slight distress that had been put in Dean's scent is gone. All that's there is the remaining sexual tension that was there before.

"Scent me, Cas." Dean mumbles against his skin.

Wait, What did he just ask me?

Castiel tries to turn to look at Dean, but Dean makes no move to ever detach himself away from him neck, making eye contact impossible.

"I'm not sure that's wise." Castiel mumbles, stroking Dean's back in a comforting manner. If he scents Dean now, he probably won't stop. He's literally been scenting Dean since he opened that damn door anyway.

Dean scowls which only puts a brief smile onto his face. He's so cute whenever he pouts. That's when Castiel feels a playful nip against his scent gland along with long, wet licks from Dean's tongue. He gasps at the tenderness of the action. His body automatically moving so his head tilts more to the side to give Dean's better access to his scent gland. In the air Castiel's scent spikes impulsively before he can control it. He can practically feel Dean's victorious smirk against his neck letting him know Dean knows he's smelt the blatant interest.

Before he can comment Dean cants his hips forward back onto Cas's erection.

"Oh!"

Castiel's eyes squeeze shut as his body shudders under the attention. Dean's still lapping contently at his scent glad as he slowly rocks his hips, easily picking back up the mood.

He's so fucking irresistible when he's persistent.

Castiel thinks before he falls into the rhythm with Dean all over again. Dean unlatches himself from his neck (to his disappointment) and pulls back to look at him. Castiel's hips stutter under the intensity of Dean's gaze. He takes this time to note that Dean's eyes get beautifully darker like emeralds when he's horny.

"Scent me Cas." Dean insists. Dean's eyes persistent. His lips forming into a small pout.

Castiel notes the longing and the slight sadness that now falls in Dean's eyes as if he's begging for more then he's actually asking for. Castiel's heart breaks as he fights himself to justify giving Dean exactly what he wants. Whatever it takes to make the omega happy. And without anymore resistance, Cas's inner alpha seems to take over pushing his torso forward until he's leaning towards Dean's neck. Once he's close enough, the sheer smell radiating off Dean's skin is more than enough to draw Castiel the rest of the way in.

He shudders. His eyes rolling to the back of his head when the smell of cherries and leather assaults his senses. Heat courses ruthlessly throughout his body as Cas's hands tighten on the omegas waist.

"God, Dean. You smell divine," He rasps feeling his body buzzing with renowned need. His erection twitching uncomfortably now in his jeans. His inner Alpha basically growling in satisfaction. Honestly, he's mere seconds away from drooling. The urge to lick and nip at Dean's own scent gland is strong enough for him to understand why Dean had done it to him. And if he wasn't already sitting on Dean's couch, his knees would have buckled like they did when Dean had first opened the door to his apartment.

"I could say the same about you."

Dean confesses smiling softly, his hands sliding from Castiel's chest to sit comfortably around his neck. They stare at each other for a moment basking in the mood they created along with indulging in each others presence. It doesn't last long though before the need to be closer overcomes them both. Dean tilts his head and Castiel meets him halfway.

And to unbeknownst to both of them their feelings are completely the same. This feels right. It feels Good.

Castiel slides his tongue over Dean's as Dean nips and pulls at his bottom lip. He can literally feel Dean melting in his lap. And fuck if he's not doing the same to this couch. Castiel opens his eyes from a heated kiss to see Dean already staring heated at him. He can instantly relate to the amount of longing he sees in Dean's eyes because he knows Dean can see the same reflected back in his own.

The slow roll of their hips gradually picks up again; reaching a steady crescendo, and Castiel notes vaguely that it turns from graceful rolls to steady snaps. Deans slick continues to wet his jeans as their erections bump and grind against both their complimenting frames.

All he knows is his jeans are way too tight to be comfortable. Dean must notice this fact tho, because another beautiful tug of his lips turn upwards as a glint of mischief flashes in his eyes. Then those persuasive little hands are slithering down his chest to the pelvis area of his pants.

Castiel has to bite his lip once again to restrain himself from squealing when Dean unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans. The alpha in him nearly roaring inside him. His body practically vibrating in anticipation. Dean's delicate slender fingers slowly slip inside his jeans and brush gently past his briefs until Cas feels them envelope him.

"Ohh-" his cry cut short when Dean captures it in his hungry mouth.

His fingers gripping tighter around his length causing Castiel to reflexively buck into the unexpected softness.

"f-fuck!"

The moan ripped straight from his lips as his head flings back, squeezing his eyes shut against the sensations coursing mercilessly through his body.

"Damn Cas. You're slingin'."

Dean rasps staring openly awestruck by his alpha cock which has flopped out of his pants. Dean's aroused scent spiking as he continues to stare. Apart of Cas is proud his dick satisfies his omega, but what Dean's hands are doing to him has him incoherent and squirming in his grasp.

"Ahh!"

"Yes Cas, that's it," Dean coos right into his ear. Licking his lips hungrily like a predator. His vibrant green eyes shining as if he's just won some sort a giant prize.

Dean's hands working over his overly slicked erection. His hands so soft and warm against his own hot pulsing flesh. Castiel is sweating. His knot filling out even more rapidly than before. Dean grins at his drawn up balls, rolling them in his hands. Cas is breathing hard with his head spinning because Dean smells amazing and he just can't think about anything else.

"Dean," He rasps clinging to the cushion of the sofa.

Good. Soo Good.

He mutters nonsense as he tries to catch his breath. Dean's name coming out raspy because he feels like his whole body has been engulfed in flames. He knows he must look like a disheveled mess, but he can't bring himself to concentrate long enough to piece himself back together. Dean's hand persistent and unrelenting as he works his entire length. His hand gripping harder at the base and twisting as he pumps thoroughly. Pre-cum leaking from his weeping slit as Dean coats his fingers with the substance. Using it to repeat the action several times until he's completely slicked up.

Each helpless moan captured effectively by Deans lips. Castiel's whole body trembling and bucking into Dean's hand knowing full well he's headed straight to abandon. His hips stuttering, as if not sure if they should move towards the pleasurable relief or away from it. Fuck he's gonna cum! Dean's gonna work him straight over the edge-just like he always does. Castiel can feel the slowly building coiling sensation deep in his stomach. His moans only getting more hoarse by the second. Dean has his whole body thrown ruthlessly into a state possessed by ecstasy. God, how he wants to cum. He wants Dean. He wants his beautiful omega pliant, and spread open underneath him in acceptance. Withering, wanting and just as ready as he is.

"D-Dean."

Cas pants. The images of his beautiful mate spread out naked and willing not doing anything to aid against his lack of control. He's got him aching badly in those small omega hands. He's only minutes away from bussing his whole load. And he'll cum hard. Possibly the biggest orgasm he's had since he's last rut.

Dean chuckles, licking his lips once again. He drops his head to breath in Castiel's scent which has drastically flared out of control.

"I've always loved the way you smell Cas," Dean murmurs licking and leaving hickeys along Castiel's neck. "It gets me so fucking hot." He finishes breathily against Cas's ear.

Castiel flushes. His heart rate out of control.

And just before Castiel could get too worked up, the door to Dean's apartment busts open.

Both instantly jump apart and stare at the direction of the intruder. The mood instantly killed, like a knife slicing through the tangible air, as the intruder steps into the room.

The intruder being Russell. Dean's ex.

Castiel straightens out his pants completely missing the flash of disappointment in Dean's eyes before they morph into room already filling with a sourness that has both Castiel and Dean scrunch their face for different reasons. Dean's in clear irritation and Cas for the underlying hints of another territorial Alpha.

"What the absolute fuck do you think you're doing in my apartment!?"

Dean demands crossing his arms over his chest not at all ashamed that he's nearly naked with a raging hard on in his boxers. Or that he is now with a completely different Alpha only hours after their break up.

Russell's eyes cast a quick glance over both Dean & Castiel's disheveled state, but it doesn't take a genius to realize what had been going on. Usually Castiel would be blushing in complete embarrassment, but he finds himself slightly pissed off that the Alpha kicked open Dean's door like a deranged animal instead of a civil human.

"So this is what you decided to do instead?" Russell's voice filled with anger and mockery. Ignoring Deans question entirely.

"Cheat on me with some random scrawny lesser Alpha?"

Dean opens his mouth to say something, but is instantly cut off when Russell continues unfazed.

"I guess any dick will do the trick, huh? Anything to scratch the itch of a drooling little omega bit-"

In a flash Castiel has Russell up against the wall. No one is ever going to talk to his omega that way.

Russell only taken slightly by surprise. Castiel is slightly shorter with a smaller leaner athletic frame in comparison to Russell who's a whole six foot tall hefty Alpha. The difference in size is disregarded in Cas's head though, because all he can think about is how he just disrespected Dean. He definitely is not going to sit there and let this bastard think it's okay to ever talk to Dean that way.

"One more word," Cas threatens lowly.

His blue eyes sharp and piercing as they glare at the other Alpha daring him to say something else. A sadistic grin slowly etches onto the features of Russell's pale averagely attractive face.

This is Dean's type? Dark hair, light eyes and a complete dick?

Castiel had never formally met Russell before, but Gabriel always kept him updated on Dean life. Especially his relationships. Usually by sending him photos every now and then when Gab would spot Dean on campus.

Gabriel liked to think of himself as a personal investigator that Castiel never asked him for. Nevertheless, Gab always got the best angles of Dean when he captured his photos to send to his baby brother, teasing him about his how he 'saw his mate today'. Castiel has so many pictures of Dean he created a whole private folder for them in his phone which he'll never confess to.

Russell turns his gaze from Castiel to Dean, whom Cas can't see. He doesn't trust himself to take his eyes of Russell no matter how much he wants to make sure Dean is ok.

"Would you look at that. You just got everyone wrapped around your little fingers. What a fucking slu-."

Without much thought, Cas punches Russell clean across the face. Russell pushes Castiel off him easily and charges straight for him. Castiel may not be as strong or have the size advantage, but his own size makes him more agile and he can already tell he's smarter than this idiot.

He easily dodges Russell's first predictable punch, and before Russell can recover from the miss, Castiel latches onto his arm holding onto it as he gives Russell an upper-cut to the side. Russell dubs over only a little with a growl. He has too much muscle mass for any of Castiel's hits to actually have affected him by much, but Castiel isn't deterred.

With a sizable opponent that's obviously stronger Castiel only sees two ways to win. Get Russell to acknowledge that he can't win by constantly outsmarting him or get him in a position he cannot utilize him own strength literally.

Castiel shifts until he's behind the bigger Alpha bringing Russell's arm with him, easily twisting and locking it at an awkward harmful angle that's easy to snap the bone with. Then just as quickly, he kicks the back of Russell's knees so he drops reflexively to the ground with a thump. While Cas still has the advantage he shoves Russell down until he's on his stomach on the ground. Castiel grabs a firm hold on both arms and with his foot shoves Russell face into Dean's carpet.

"I said, one more word." Castiel growls menacingly watching the Alpha squirm on the ground trying to get loose.

"Get off me!" Russell growls, eyes flashing angrily at Castiel's position above him.

Castiel ignores him and looks up at Dean who's standing significantly farther back with a slightly impressed and worried expression on his face. He's staring at Russell with disapproval and his body language is completely closed off. Castiel scents the air to realize that Dean is giving off slightly distressed hormones.

"Dean."

He says and Dean seems to snap out of whatever zone he'd been tuned into. Castiel's heart nearly breaks at the sadness in his mates eyes. Dean walks over to Russell and squats so that he's eye level with the alpha on the ground. Castiel tightens his grip so the Alpha doesn't lash out to harm Dean considering how close he is to him.

"I don't want anything to do with you, Russell." Dean begins in a voice that's small yet very controlled despite the sourness of disapproval Castiel can smell in the air.

"I broke up with you because the more time we spent together the more it became apparent to me we're not compatible and I was trying too hard to be with you. I'm just not the one for you, and I'm sorry because I knew that the entire time we were together," Dean confesses never once taking his eyes off of Russell who's stopped squirming and has been tuned into Dean's words.

The confession is blunt and ruthless, but it's the truth by the gentleness and genuinity of Dean's tone. Castiel can tell it's from shock that the Alpha has nothing to say. And even though he feels like its a massive invasion of privacy to be here in this moment to listen to all of what Dean has to say, a sick part of him can't help but feel happiness that he gets to watch Dean end it with another Alpha.

He knows its his inner Alpha making him feel good watching Dean end things, and he can't bring himself to feel good about liking this situation. . God I'm a terrible person.

Dean's green eyes flick up to Castiel as he begins to talk again.

"I've always known who my alpha was, I just never had the courage to act upon it," Dean says eyes softening at Cas which makes his heart skip in his chest. Then Dean glances back down at Russell, "And if I had a long time ago, you wouldn't have ever met me to have even gone through this break up. And I'm sorry for that." Dean confesses reaching out and running a hand through Russell's hair.

The Alpha frowns clearly hurt and looks away from Dean as if contemplating his confession. The slight pain in his eyes has his body fully relaxing as if Russell no longer wants to put up a fight. Castiel loosens his grip on him slightly before determining he's not a threat. Carefully, Castiel backs away from the body lying on the floor, and shifts carefully towards Dean. He nudges Dean from his former squatting position until he's returned to his full size. Dean stands allowing Cas to protectively guide him a safe distance away from the Alpha that hasn't moved from his position on the ground.

Castiel has his hand subconsciously interwoven in Dean's as he's stepped slightly in front of him in case the alpha tries to make a move.

Russell slowly gets up onto his feet and brushes himself off without so much as a look. He fixes his ruffled clothes and gathers his things wordlessly. Then glances between Dean and Castiel. Castiel frowns and squeezes Dean's hand, pulling him a little closer to him. Growling lowly as if threatening the other Alpha to try something.

A ghost of a smile appears upon Russell's face before it's gone in a flash. His blue eyes sad but understanding.

"Goodbye Dean."

Then he leaves. Closing the door softly shut behind him.