A/N: Here's chapter two! I was really excited to see I already have SEVEN follows and two reviews. On my first fanfic! Yay! Keep 'em coming, guys! I'm planning on having this story be a long one!

Chapter Two

When I woke, the beep beep beep of the heart monitor was the only noise in the room. Cas, I thought. Where is my Mate? Panic began to wash through me as my senses picked up too many Alphas. Like in Crowley's cell. Was I back there? My heart rate picked up and the heart monitor went wild. I couldn't be back there.

"Dean," Cas said. Cas wouldn't be in Crowley's club, would he? "Dean, baby, open your eyes." I did, finding the clear blue that anchored me to this word.

"Cas," I strangled out, panic still seizing my body.

"Dean, I'm right here. None of the Alphas here are going to harm you. Crowley is never going to hurt you again." My heart rate slowed as he spoke. Cas was here, and he was going to keep me safe. "They got the bullet out of your leg." I knew Cas felt better when he was in control, so I let him talk. "You have two cracked ribs and you got quite a few stitches for your injuries. The doctor says you'll heal quickly, and I'm taking you home tonight." I smiled. There was a knock at the door.

"Can I come in?" Sam asked. Cas looked at me for permission. I nodded warily.

"Come in," Cas said. Sam stepped into the room, his Alpha scent hitting my senses. I shrank into the bed, an irrational fear of my younger brother coursing through me. "Dean," Cas whispered, leaning down so only I could hear. "Sam is your brother. He isn't going to hurt you." Sam stood warily in the doorway, waiting. I nodded.

"I know. C'mere, Sammy." My brother looked tired. So tired. He sat next to Cas on the bench by my bed.

"You've got some pretty tight security out there, Castiel." I looked at my Mate, surprised.

"Lucifer and Gabriel are guarding the door," Cas told me sheepishly. I laughed. His eyes softened at the sound.

"Gabe is like a puppy," I said, still chuckling. "How is he going to defend anyone?" Cas laughed at my joke, even though it was at the expense of his brother.

"I heard that!" Gabe called from the doorway. We all erupted into laughter. It was good to laugh again, but it had me gasping in pain. The room quieted as Cas and Sam waited for my laboured breathing to slow and quiet.

"I want to go home, Cas," I told him forcefully.

"Then you're in luck!" the nurse called, walking through the door. She glanced back over her shoulder at Lucifer lounging against the doorframe. He smiled at her. "I have your discharge papers right here." I signed and the burse brought in a wheelchair.

"I don't need that," I protested, refusing to look weaker than I already did. Cas eyed me sceptically, but with Sam's help, I got into the car okay. The nurse had said Crowley's drugs were completely out of my system and I was furious with myself for what I had done. For what he had made me do.

How can Cas even look at me? I'm a filthy, low-life Omega. There's nothing special about me. He's a Novak—a rich motherfucker who could have any Omega he wanted. Why me? Why did he wait for me? What did I do to deserve him? I'd been letting Alphas have their way with me for over a year—not that I'd really had a choice. Cas probably wouldn't want me if he knew what I had done.

We got back the Novak/Winchester mansion and Sam helped me up to Cas' room. Our room. I sat on the bed, excited and nervous about alone time with my Mate. Sam put his hand on my shoulder.

"Love you, Dean," he whispered. "I'm glad you're back."

"Love you back, Sammy." He left quietly, Cas taking his place.

"Dean?" he asked quietly. I ignored it, starting at my hands. Castiel knelt in front of me, surprising me by taking the Omega position. "Dean?" he asked again. I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't. I was just so angry with myself for betraying Cas the way I had. How could he ever want me again? "Dean," he repeated, no command in his voice, only tenderness. I looked up, meeting his gentle eyes. He took my hands, calming their shaking. "Talk to me," he whispered. I looked back at m hands in his. I couldn't voice my fears . . . that would make them real. Cas would only confirm them. "Baby . . . you're scaring me," he whispered.

That shocked me. I was scaring him? It was the other way around. He hadn't betrayed me. He hadn't fucked hundreds of other people. He had taken a fucking bullet for me for Christ's sake. He could have died. He squeezed my hands.

"Why?" I asked quietly. He raised his eyebrows. "Why do you still want me?" He took my face in his hands, brushing away the tears as they fell.

"Dean. Baby. You're my Mate. My forever Mate. I love you. I will always love you." Anger flared up in me.

"You don't know what I've done!" I yelled, yanking my hands away and standing up, walking to the other side of the room. Cas' eyes followed me around the room.

"I don't have to hear it from you to know what you've suffered," Castiel murmured. "Lucifer stole the club's file on you. Crowley documented everything—every Alpha, every bruise, cut, and lash that you took." He got up and came over to me, his stance relaxed. He made sure not to corner me. "Dean, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. I know you're afraid, but you never have to be afraid of me. I'm not your Alpha; I'm your Mate. And I will love you until the day I die." Tears sprang into my eyes.

"Really?" I asked. I had to be sure.

"Dean, I love you. So much. That didn't ever change." I dropped to me knees, relief washing over me. Cas still loved me. He knelt beside me, wrapping his arms around my shaking figure. "Shh," he quieted me. Pulling back, he placed chaste kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, before getting to my lips. He stood up, tugging me with him. Strong hands found my hips and I whimpered.

"Cas . . ." I trailed off. I wanted him, God, did I want him, but the fear rose up instinctively.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered. I was still tense, not sure of myself. His hands worked into my shoulder blades, trying to relieve some of the stress there. "I won't hurt you. You know I won't." He kissed down my neck and to my collarbone, latching onto the skin there. I moaned softly, feeling myself slick up in anticipation. This felt good, right. I wasn't afraid. He grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it gently over my head, pulling back to admire my abnormally muscular body. "So beautiful," he breathed, laying me back on the bed.

He kissed me then, laying on top of me gently, making sure to so slow so I wouldn't tense up. He grabbed the remote for the stereo off the nightstand and turned it on. Soft music filled the room. I smiled at the gesture. Cas knew music kept me calm. I pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it onto the floor. Slow was good for me right now, so I didn't fight for dominance, I didn't struggle to be on top, and I did what he said—I let him take care of me.

He pushed his hips down into mine, finding the delicious friction of our cocks through our jeans. I gasped out his name, my hands pulling his hips down to mine again. He sat up, breaking the kiss, and kept his eyes on mine as he slowly pulled my jeans and boxers down and off. His eyes asked for permission.

"Cas," I choked. He took that as a yes and lowered his mouth to my inner thigh. My head fell back and I moaned. His lips moved from my inner thigh to my pelvic bone and finally his lips engulfed my aching cock. "Fuck," I let out. He hummed around my cock, working it slowly. "Cas, please," I whimpered. He reached down and pushed a finger into my hole, stretching me. "Ungh," I moaned, my body reacting to my Mate. My pleasure mattered to him. I mattered. He worked his mouth faster, sensing I was on the edge. "Cas, yeah. Just like that. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I fell over the edge, coming into Cas' mouth. He swallowed it all down, humming as he came back up to kiss me, fingers still working in my ass.

"This okay?" he asked me quietly, kissing my forehead.

"God, Cas. This is more than okay." He smiled and claimed my mouth, our tongues fighting for dominance. He lined up his cock with my entrance, pulling his fingers out and looking at me for permission. I nodded.

"I love you, Dean," he whispered as he thrust in slowly. I groaned at the feel of my Mate inside me. It was so different with Cas. We had a bond, and it grew stronger when we were intimate. It made everything more powerful, and that feeling was heady. Cas pushed into me a bit faster, nailing my prostate with each stroke.

"Ungh, Cas. Harder. I won't break." Cas did as I asked and picked up the pace. I was incoherent by that point, moaning a jumble of his name and profanities as he drove me over the edge once again.

"Fuck. Dean!" he called out as his orgasm wracked his body. It took a few minutes for us to come down from our pleasure highs, but when we did, I felt better than I had in a long time. Cas cleaned us up with a towel, and then slid into bed beside me, turning on his side to face me. "I love you so much," he told me, his hand running through my hair.

"Cas . . . thank you," I murmured, closing my eyes. I was exhausted.

"Sleep, baby," he whispered, taking me in his arms.

"I love you, too," I breathed.

"I know." He rubbed my back, soothing, until I drifted into a peaceful sleep.