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The one-time Dean tried to call Bobby about his leave of absence, the crotchety Alpha told him to take the time off and to not show up until next Monday. Dean still wasn't thrilled, but he also didn't have the heart to banish his mate to the couch. As annoying as it was, Castiel really did believe he was doing what was best, and he was better at keeping up with his medication than Dean himself.

After the first week Castiel started picking him up with collapsed boxes in the trunk, collecting them for their pending move. Dean tried to help, but he was still limited. He compensated by trying to be even more understanding about the more delicate state his Alpha was in. More patient. Castiel was even more on edge than usual, and for all he swore to the contrary it was obvious he wasn't getting much sleep. It wasn't just because of the extra shifts he was picking up, either.

Two weeks post ER visit, after he'd gotten his stitches out, Dean was half dozing on the couch post medication in front of a Dr. Sexy marathon. Bobby had been letting him off early, which he still found annoying, and after dropping him off Castiel had gone in for a late shift at work. Depending on his own work schedule and what assignments/tests he was dealing with Dean may or may not wait up for him. Between his laziness and a lull in assignments he was infuriatingly idle.

Dean's chin jerked up when he heard the front door unlock, yawning widely. "Hey, Cas. Slow night?"

"Not exactly."

The Omega turned off their TV, putting both feet on the floor and pulling over his crutch. "What's that supposed to mean? Some junkie and a drunk try to duke it out in the parking lot again?"

"No."

He half turned towards the footsteps coming around, but he went still, eyes widening. The first words out of his mouth were, "The fuck happened to you?"

Castiel didn't say anything, just stepped stiffly into the middle of their living room. "I, um, thought this would be beneficial. Essentially all of my wardrobe has smoke soaked into it, despite your commendable efforts. I'm sorry for lying to you, but the extra shifts were necessary to cover this without endangering our budget."

Dean stared at him, blinking rapidly. The entire time he'd known Castiel, his wardrobe hadn't changed much. It had gotten marginally more practical since graduating high school, trading tattered and ripped skinny jeans for often ratty and torn jeans of the baggier variety, graphic and striped shirts for plain dull, often black-based colors. He'd given up trying to tame his hair with a comb ages ago, leaving him with semi-permanent sex hair. He'd ditched the gaudy piercings for more subtle bars and small, slender rings. Two of the former were in his left brow, one of each of the latter in his upper and lower lip, not counting the silver stud in each ear and bar in his tongue. Castiel was a creature of habit, change was minimal and gradual if there was any change at all.

That was not the Castiel standing before him now. There was no eyeliner, no black nail polish, no piercings to be found. Gone were the varying shades of black, gone were the ratty jeans and black denim jacket. In their place Castiel now wore a pair of intact, unworn jeans, and a pair of unremarkable tennis shoes. They were paired with an untucked white button-down shirt and a beige trench coat, his tattoos completely obscured. Even his hair was combed, which had only happened for their mating ceremony, and he'd given Dean plenty of reason to ruin it shortly thereafter. What's more, Dean had distinctly heard a few bags drop to the floor by the door. Apparently there was more where this came from.

"Cas, you…seriously, what the hell? This ain't you."

"Perhaps it should be. I…I'm tired of the way people look at me."

"I thought you didn't care what people thought."

"I care when they think I'm the one who did this to my mate," the Alpha snapped, waving at the crutch. "You didn't see what happened in the ER, Dean."

"Why, what happened?"

"They thought I'd hurt you. The receptionist was trying to stall me while that B.M.A. representative talked to you. I know what they do is important, but they took one look at me and thought I was capable of something so, so barbaric. It's not the first time something like this has happened, it's just the worst. Besides, I'm due for a change."

"That'd better just be a wardrobe change."

"Of course. Why?"

"Because I mated Castiel fucking Novak. And you'd better be the same Castiel fucking Novak whether you're wearing Goth crap or…whatever the hell this is. Seriously, did you really need to fully reinvent your wardrobe? I know you wanna be an accountant, but you don't have to look the part."

Castiel smiled ruefully. "The scent was lingering. I'm afraid after a point there's only so much you can do." He hesitated, then admitted slowly, "Actually, until high school this is similar to how I dressed."

Dean raised his eyebrows. He'd seen pictures, but he'd blamed it on Castiel's very Catholic parents making him dress in a fashion they approved of. "So you're going back to this? Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Because you got tired of people making assumptions? I thought you didn't care."

"I don't. If it were just me I wouldn't but…" He closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out as he said, "You are everything to me. You deserve the best, and this way I'll be better able to give you that. My initial change was a desperate attempt to stop squeezing into the mold my parents had designated for me, it just grew on me very quickly."

"You don't gatta give it up because some douchebags got a bug up their ass's," Dean sighed. "If this is what you want, fine. If you don't mind me running some of your stuff through a bleach cycle I'll see if I can salvage it."

"I don't- "

"Cas, be honest with me. If it was just you and me would you be doing this?"

The Alpha looked down at himself, smoothing a hand over his coat. "Perhaps. I don't think I'm as resistant to public opinion as you give me credit for. Otherwise I would be so attached to such a dense shield. How thorough is bleach?"

Dean smirked. He raised a hand, motioning him forward. "Have I ever told you I really don't like it when you comb your hair? Seems like an awful lot of effort for nothing."

"Yes, you have mentioned that," Castiel affirmed, crossing their small living room.

"Good. Now get down here, I haven't gotten laid in almost a month."

The Alpha frowned, hesitating as he stood over his mate. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. With your current state- "

"My current state is horny and itching to mess up that hairdo. Leave the clothes on, would you?"

"Why?"

"Because with you looking like that, with your tats covered up, I can almost believe you're a different person. It's hot. Now get your hot ass down here." He shifted himself sideways on the couch, throwing his good right leg over the cushions, keeping his booted left leg over the edge as he reached up to fist a hand in the Alpha's trench coat. He gave it a firm yank, pulling his mate down over him. Castiel fumbled, bracing a hand on the couch's back to keep himself from falling over the Omega.

"You're still injured- "

"The bruises are basically gone, my stitches are out, and you know damn well what roll play does to me. Tell me you didn't throw out the piercings."

"Why?"

"You're the one who said you might as well keep 'em because they were so damn painful to get."

"I haven't thrown them out, just removed them."

"Go get that tongue bar."

He could see the Alpha's eyes dilating. He got no further complaints after that. Castiel disappeared briefly into their bedroom, even before the Omega could remember how tricky getting pants over his boot could be. He'd barely pulled his t-shirt over his head before Castiel was striding back towards him, looking very much the determined Alpha.

"Hang- hang on- whoa- hey!"

Dean huffed as he was dumped flat to his back, his basketball shorts slipped off his hips and down his legs. Castiel somehow managed to get them over is clunky boot in mere seconds. Dean sucked in a sharp breath, then bit back a whimper when his mate growled softly at the sight of his underwear. His mate had always seemed to delight in the shy Omega's kinks. Among those were panties, which he wore as often as he did boxers. He honestly hadn't thought he'd be getting laid today, but they were comfortable and he'd been in the mood to feel sexy this morning. Now he was very glad he'd put on the pink silk bikini, a tremor running down his spine as he saw the look in his mate's eyes.

Castiel's head dropped down, capturing his mouth in a long, hot kiss, fingers slipping under the waistband of the Omega's underwear.

"Don't you dare," Dean gasped when they came up for air.

That only earned him a punishing kiss, so he couldn't exactly protest when cloth ripped. As lips moved to press to the silver mate mark on his neck the Alpha growled, "I'll buy you a new pair."

Dean's head fell back, panting, crooked glasses still fogged as a hot mouth and cool metal bar kissed and nipped its way down his torso. His hips jerked when those lips wrapped around his cock, shifting his thighs farther apart. A keening whine hitched in his throat, his good hand tangling in Castiel's hair as he choked, "Shit, Cas."

His mate nudged his left thigh over a bit more, draping his right thigh over his own shoulder and hooking his left hand over it. The digits of his free hand stroked down his taint, brushing over his hole as he took the Omega's cock centimeter by taunting centimeter.

"Cas, Cas, oh gods Cas. Ton-Tongue, finger-fingers- ah!"

He loved that damn tongue piercing when his mate went down on him. The tantalizing mix of hot and cold, the way he somehow managed to swirl it in the most sensitive spots in mind-meltingly intricate patterns. And that was just what it could do on his cock. It was equally talented on his hole.

Two fingers were slowly working their way inside him, twisting and curling in gradual movements, producing very wet sounds in less than a minute. The Omega was reduced to a whimpering, writhing mess on their couch, held in place only by his mate's restraining arms. He blamed it on their dry spell as much as his mate's skill, when he came after what seemed like far too short a time. His back arched clear off the couch, not bothering to restrain his shriek when he came hard, his mate swallowing his cock and cum alike.

"Cas," he whimpered weakly, trembling in the aftershocks.

"Mmm, you're right, it's been a while, love," the Alpha rasped, hitching his hips up a bit more. "Love having you cum on my fingers. Love the sounds you make. Cum on my tongue, then I'll fuck your sweet ass."

"Seriously?" It came out as more of a squeak, as his protest came right as Castiel's tongue ran over his dripping hole. As much as he loved when his mate went down on him, there was one small downside. Namely, no matter how good the orgasm, it never quite fulfilled him. Castiel could, and had, given him oral for hours and still left the Omega hungry.

A hand fisted around his cock, slowly stroking it as his Alpha thrust his tongue inside his dripping hole. "Shit, Jimmy!"

Castiel withdrew his tongue, pulling up to raise his eyebrows at the Omega over the cock he was still stroking. "Jimmy?" he repeated.

"My mate is a tatted up Goth, remember? Besides, it ain't like you've never used it." With that he shoved Castiel's head back down. "Back to work, Jimmy-boy."

The Alpha gave him a toothy grin before letting himself be reburied in the Omega's ass, humming, "Such a bossy little bitch."

It was true, Castiel's middle name was James, and until high school had gone by the less conspicuous nickname. He'd switched back to his first name when he'd donned all the black. Dean had never used it before, but for what it was worth his mate seemed to like it. He got a little more enthusiastic as the moans of "Cas" turned to whimpers of "Jimmy".

If anything Dean's orgasmic cries came faster this time. He was still quivering and panting when Castiel sat up, crawling up the Omega's body, pausing to lick streaks of cum off his belly as it rose and fell rapidly. Fingers tangled in his short hair when Castiel reached his face, kissing him slowly. Oh gods he could taste himself on Castiel's mouth.

"Let's see, a bossy little bitch who belongs to another, very unfortunate Alpha," Castiel hummed between teasing kisses. "He might get upset if he finds someone else's cum in his Omega."

Dean groaned. "Not gonna be a problem. Convinced a good fuck will break me right now."

"Will it? If he's right that'll be even worse."

"No! Damn it fuck me already you stubborn son of a- ouch!"

The hand that had just smacked his still raised ass gave the same buttock a tight squeeze. "Bossy little bitches don't get fucked. They certainly don't get knots."

Dean's breath hitched. They weren't a guarantee outside of heats, but if an Alpha was hot enough and came enough it could happen, if only with their mate. However long it'd been since they'd been intimate, it had been much longer since he'd had Castiel's knot.

"Jimmy please," he moaned, leaning up to nuzzle his throat. "Not gonna break. Haven't had a knot in so fucking long. Let me make you feel good, let me earn your knot."

"Really? Might take a few rounds. You up for that?"

"Fucking gods yes," the Omega gasped.

His head fell back with a moaning sigh as his mate bottomed out in one smooth motion. Not for the first time he wasn't sure whether to be grateful for or curse his mate's self-control. Castiel had to be achingly hard by now, but every movement was slow, controlled. No amount of whining or pleading or physical maneuvers would get him to rush, as Dean knew all too well. So he was left to endure the gradual buildup for a third time that night.

Dean could finally feel that edge coming within reach when Castiel pulled out abruptly. He didn't even get the chance to do more than whimper before the Alpha moved up to kneel astride his shoulders, fingers returning to his hair as his cock was pushed between his lips. His head was pulled back, making it very easy to thrust all the way down his throat. Dean's eyes watered even as they rolled back in his skull, his good hand reaching up to clutch at the Alpha's still clothed hip. It was just as erotic as roleplay or being tied to a bed, having Castiel screw his brains out while essentially fully clothed. Like various other things, feeling like he was being used as a bitch shouldn't make him so hot and bothered but damn did it ever. At current all he wore was the boot and his arm sling, meanwhile his Alpha had just opened his pants enough to free his cock and balls.

"That's it, good boy," the Alpha hummed, massaging his own cock through his mate's throat. "If you want that knot you're going to need to take a few loads first."

Not that he was given a choice in the matter, but he gladly took it. Castiel took his time, stroking the Omega's throat through his orgasm. When he withdrew Dean was dripping tears and saliva and somehow it was still more of a turn-on than a turn-off. Especially when the Alpha patted his cheek, moving back down to thrust back into his soaked and stretched hole.

Castiel repeated this process twice more, taunting the Omega with gentle strokes, tugging his dick and toying with his nipples until Dean was one thrust away from coming on his cock only to pull out, leaving him high and dry. Well, Dean would be high and dry. Left to gulp the Alpha's cum as his own orgasm slipped through his fingers.

The Alpha was pulling his cock from his lips after the third time, stroking his hair and rasping, "Still want that knot? Or are you worn out?"

"No, not too tired," Dean rasped. "Please, Jimmy, please…"

"Gonna be a good little bitch for me?" the Alpha growled, kissing swollen lips roughly. "Gonna take my knot, let me fill you up? Ready for a real Alpha to knot you up?"

"Yes, gods yes, Jimmy please, need your knot so bad," the Omega gasped. He whimpered as the Alpha thrust roughly back into him, his hole left swollen and puffy and tender.

"Yeah? And what if I give it to you?" Castiel challenged, hips snapping roughly, making his mate keen. "Huh? You're still gonna run back to that Alpha of yours. If you're going to take my knot, I'm not going to give it to some whore. If I knot you up, you'd better be a one-Alpha bitch from now on, got it?"

Dean nodded franticly. "Yeah, Jimmy, anything, please."

"Needy and bossy," the Alpha growled.

Even so, he fulfilled the Omega's wish. He taunted him for a while longer, then began to fuck him in earnest. Dean felt it, his mate's knot swelling at the base of his cock. Holy mother of shit it felt amazing. Castiel kept going until the last second, forcing his knot just inside the Omega's rim as it grew in earnest. Dean was already coming when they were tied together, giving voice to a breathless wail when he felt his mate start to cum. There was always much more when a knot was involved, one of the perks as far as Dean was concerned. Especially if you could milk the knot.

"Mmm, that's it, good boy," the Alpha rasped, kissing him slowly. "So pretty on my knot. Stupid bastard doesn't know what he lost. My pretty little Omega. Can't wait until you're healed up, going to have some real fun then."

Dean laughed breathlessly, running his fingers through hair already thoroughly ruffled. "Can't wait." He arched up into the next kiss, rolling his hips until the Alpha groaned. "Just promise me all these changes are only on the outside. Clothes and smokes only."

"Clothes and smokes only," Castiel murmured, kissing him tenderly. "My word, love."

"Good. 'M proud of you, Cas."

That earned him a raised brow. "Back to Cas now?"

Dean snorted, grabbing a stray pillow and smacking his mate in the face with it. Castiel dashed it away, laughing as he bent to kiss him again. "Assbutt."

"I'm your favorite assbutt and you know it."

"Yes, yes you are."

The End


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