Dean sighed slowly and outstretched his hand to Castiel. "Come on Cas."

The omega stared at his hand for the longest time before reluctantly taking it and getting up. "Do I really have to?"

"Yes."

They walked down the hallway and back up the stairs taking a right at the top of them. At the end of the hallway, Dean opened the doors to a bedroom. There was a queen sized bed in the corner, different types of weaponry on the walls, and posters of bands.

"You can see why you're not staying in here with me yet," Dean had been watching him glance around the room. "Isn't it awesome?"

Castiel replied with a simple shrug. "It's alright I guess." It was cool but not awesome in Castiel's eyes. He would have much preferred a smaller bed, a nice blue for the walls, and maybe some old beaten up records nailed to the wall instead of the weaponry. Then his eyes landed on a door he assumed to be the bathroom and he instantly took a step back from it.

"It's alright Cas, it's just a shower. It'll feel good getting all clean." He used his hand top hold Castiel still as he walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. "It'll be nice and peaceful." A finger trailed down his spine as he spoke. "Nice warm water trailing down our bodies while were consumed with passion." Cas shivered as he nibbled on his ear lobe, hands pushing the hem of his shirt up. "We'll have to get you some nice clothes."

"Please," Cas whispers as he started to take the shirt off of him. "Don't make me."

"Shh, don't talk." Dean effectively got his shirt off before reaching down at tugging at the drawstrings of his pants. "Just let me do everything." A whimper escaped the omega's lips as the alpha pushed his sweatpants past his hips. "Maybe a nice pair of jeans, some tighter t-shirts." He buried his nose in the hair right behind Castiel's ear. "Would you like that?"

Desperate hands grasped his shirt. "Please Dean, I don't…"

"I said not to talk. Granted I did tell you to answer me but that was no answer to my question."

A few tears escaped his eyes as his pants slid down his legs gathering at his ankles.

Dean got down on his knees and picked up each of his legs to take them off. Then all that was left was his boxers and the alpha was eye level with them. His hands ran smoothly over his clothed hips before slowly pulling them down and off. "There you are," he whispers holding his omega's hips as he leaned forward nuzzling the hair there lightly before standing up and pulling away from the naked figure. He stripped himself efficiently before getting up and placing a hand to the back of Cas's neck. "Come along little omega."

Castiel's feet made their way after him as he forced him to walk. Even his omega self was rejecting Dean but he was more intact with his then most.

Dean let him go as he started the water humming to himself as he got the water to the right temperature. "In you go," he says opening the sliding door for Cas that led into a nice shower that would fit three people comfortable let alone two.

With his head tucked he stepped into the shower regretfully moaning at the feel of the warm water washing over him.

Dean stepped in as well, shutting the sliding door and coming to a halt behind Cas, his hips lightly brushing Castiel's ass as he reached up massaging the water into his omega's scalp. "That was such a pretty little moan think you can repeat it?"

Although Castiel was rejecting the touch, his omega half was betraying him and begging for it. The only touches he usually received were that of Lucifer's pleased pats to the head and that of his brothers when they participated in bro moments. There was a squirt of a bottle before gentle hands kneeded shampoo into his hair. As he sniffed the air he realized that it was alpha shampoo and almost laughed. "That's going to smell weird on me you know," he mutters.

"I know," Dean replies now rinsing out his hair. "I'll have to get you some omega shampoo, the only stuff we have here is for a few other omega's we have, but it's cheap stuff and you deserve the best."

"Maybe you could get the brand that Lucifer got us. It smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. I really liked it."

"Sure whatever you want, you can get shampoo with diamonds in it for all I care."

Castiel had to laugh at that, which brought a smile on Dean's face as he started on the conditioner.

"You have a beautiful laugh, Angel. You should do that more often."

Castiel bit lightly at his lip as the conditioner fell from his hair and down his back. "Angel?"

"Yes because you," he planted a kiss to his shoulder blade. "Are," one right under his blade. "My," a little lower." "Beautiful," he was now at the small of his back. "Angel," he kissed right on top of the split between his cheeks.

Castiel shivered and took a step forward. "Don't," he growls.

With a sigh Dean got up and started on his own hair. "Little omega, you need to trust me."

"Trust you? You took me from my home away from my brother."

"You do realize that Lucifer had put your papers up for sale right? If I hadn't gotten you some other alpha would have. They'd put you in a room and visit you once a year to breed you. They'd take your children away from you as soon as they were born and then do god knows what to them." He paused slightly. "Here I'm letting you settle in first, allowing you to get out and stretch your legs, paying attention to you," he finished with his hair and reached out grabbing his omega by the waist and pulling him back against him. "We're going to raise our pups together," his lips were right next to Cas's ear. "I won't sell the omega's if we have any."

"You're still making me have pups that I don't want."

"Well I need someone to take over my estate after I pass and if they had your genes. Cas this doesn't have to be a bad thing. We could be happy together."

"Why me?" he turned his head to look at him. "Why not another omega or beta that he has or that anyone has?"

Dean shrugged slightly. "Because you had all of the right genes. A nice body, beautiful blue eyes, the list just goes on. You were perfect, absolutely perfect." His hand ran down his right arm taking ahold of his wrist and looked at Lucifer's brand on his arm. It was a simple serpent wrapped around an L. "Did he name you Castiel?"

Blinking, Castiel nodded.

"Were a lot of you named after Angel's?"

"Most of us, yes. Why?"

"No reason," Dean shook his shutting off the water. "Lucifer and a his flock of angels."