**Author's Note: _

You guys really ate this story up!
Huh.

I got a lot of positive reviews and all of that, so I'm really happy at the current moment. (;

A lot of people asked about Cas and Dean's pasts as well as Dean's humanity- and I'm just letting you know- Dean is getting shifted into a werewolf, but- he's not an ordinary one... and I'm debating on if Cas is or not, due to his troublesome wolf. Either way- their pasts will be explained, some of it is not going to be all at once- but it'll piece together bit by bit.

Here's the new ch.!
Part of what happened with Alistair is going to be discovered by you in this ch. It's kind of dark, of course... whoo?
Also- more protective/possessive Castiel. OH.

Oh yeah, and Dean gets changed in this ch.
Sorry if you guys wanted more human Dean, but... oh well?

TRIGGER WARNING - JUST IN CASE?

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Dean doesn't know how long it's been since the time he spent with Alistair. He doesn't like to think about it, doesn't like to remember how long he was trapped in that asshole's possession- but it, of course, happens anyways.

The tears that stream down his face are from his dams breaking- from the walls he's built up to block out his troubled past having been broken down only seconds ago. All of these pent up emotions are now flooding over Dean, and it's like being drowned. Slowly over the years, he's been dragged down by this weight, and it isn't until Castiel began to reach for him in the pursuit of answers that Dean realized just how far he's been from the surface- how much he needs just a single breath. The seafloor lines his back as he tries to reach out, and his hands desperately find some vice among the strands of raven fur.

"Fuck…" Dean hisses out, his eyes shutting tightly.

His mind brings him back to the cabin that he was practically enslaved in. It reminds him of cold chains and rough ropes, of sharp knives and other dangerous toys that Alistair used to mark up Dean's skin- to let him know that he was Alistair's whether he liked it or not. Castiel gives a weary whine, letting Dean hold onto him tightly as he sobs. Alistair's nasally voice fills his head- and it tells Dean that his skin is so soft and that he squirms too much- and Dean finds himself shaking against Castiel's form.

"Dean?" Sammy's concerned voice causes Dean to jump slightly, and Castiel immediately turns to face the source of the sound, growling.

The door opens, and Gabriel walks in with Sammy, causing Castiel to only soften his stance a fraction.

"Cassie, I'm not gonna do anything." Gabe takes a step forward, the Novak alpha wary of his steps towards Dean, "I just need to see Dean for a moment."

Castiel barricades Dean from his own brother and Sammy, his lips pulled up into a silent growl as the omega nears them step by step.

"Castiel…" Dean says quietly, and Castiel's attention is immediately on him- Dean continues on with a pleading tone, "It's okay- they're not gonna do anything bad. I promise."

The Novak alpha lets his guard down a little, backing away a few steps to let Gabe near Dean as he watches them cautiously. Gabe helps Dean up, then starts leading him to the door. However, Castiel doesn't seem to be happy with that. He sends a low growl out, and Gabe turns to his pack alpha with a soft smile.

"It's alright, Cassie. We're not gonna do anythin' bad with Dean-o over here. Sam and I are just gonna take him to a safe place for a moment to talk to him."

Dean gets pulled out into the main hallway, other werewolves passing by gaze over to them with curious eyes. Gabriel sighs and shuts the door, looking at Dean with seriousness in his irises.

"What's going on with Castiel?" Dean asks, crossing his arms and placing his gaze on the floor instead of Gabe and Sammy.

"I believe his wolf has found you to be… suitable- for him." Gabe smirks.

Dean blinks, furrowing his brow, "You mean- ? … You mean that Castiel's wolf wants me as his mate? …"

Gabriel's grin looks big enough that even astronauts can see it, "Oh, so Dean-o's now actually aware of the big elephant in the room-"

"How was I supposed to know, okay!? Sammy talked about it a little bit, but I didn't know if it was just the heat of the moment or if he was pullin' my chain!" Dean shouts angrily, and suddenly there is a hectic whining at the door, and desperate claws scratch at the wood separating the alpha from the human.

"Seems like you're just gonna have to figure this one out, then." Gabe shrugs, patting Dean sympathetically on the shoulder, "I'll go in there to try and calm him down. You and Sam-Sam can talk."

Dean glares- because really? Sam-Sam?

Sammy is blushing by the time the door shuts, but he recovers onto the subject at hand quickly, "Dean, what were you and Castiel talkin' about when he shifted?"

"Alistair…" Dean mumbles, but when Sammy gives him a confused look, Dean speaks with a louder voice, "We were talkin' 'bout Alistair."

Sammy now makes a face out of concern, "Did you tell him about… ?" Sam trails off.

"Yeah, and he got really angry." Dean glances at the door and then quiets himself a fraction, "Sammy, what's goin' on?"

"I talked to Gabe about it when I got him, and he says that Castiel has refrained from getting a mate since they were turned."

Dean furrows his brow, "Wait- Castiel was a turned werewolf?"

Sammy sighs like Dean should have known this already- that bitch- and he begins nodding, "Yeah- but that's somethin' for later. Right now, this is whole mate debacle is more so of somethin' we should focus on."

"I guess you're right." Dean crosses his arms, "So, what does Castiel and his wolf deciding on being abstinent have to do with me exactly?"

"It means that his wolf isn't like that decision Castiel made and is getting desperate-"

Dean glares at his younger brother, "I sound like the last option-"

"You're not, just- Castiel's wolf is frustrated and pent up because it has no partner. That means it's going to stake claim on the person it thinks is its mate whether Castiel chooses to do so or not. Basically, you've got a wolf fawning all over you."

"Like I didn't have enough problems…" Dean grumbles, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Hey, it's not that bad." Sammy sympathizes horribly, and it only frustrates Dean a little more, "It just means that a wolf wants to win your heart-"

Dean rolls his eyes dramatically, "Yeah, a wolf wants my heart, not a person. That sounds kind of messed up don't you think? Especially for Castiel? He could be against this, but because his animal side is havin' some blue balls he's basically got a partial crush on me… That doesn't seem like a good thing for either of us- especially him."

Sammy places a hand on Dean's shoulder as a small sign of reassurance, "This isn't the first time that this sort of thing has happened to someone, Dean. Wolves cause partial bonds-"

"Bonds!?" Dean echoes loudly, and there's sounds behind the alpha's door again, "Wait- Castiel and I are-"

"Sort of? … Look, it's not what you think, Dean. This doesn't affect you like it does Castiel. His wolf will always be in his head around you, anything you do or say- Castiel will pay attention to whether he wants to or not. If someone comes around you- Castiel is going to make sure that they know he's there and that your his- even if you're not really. No matter what you do, Castiel is going to become a large part of your life now."

Dean sounds quiet as he asks, "So, this is permanent? …"

Sammy sighs in slight defeat, "I don't know. It depends on how long Castiel's wolf wants to stay attached to you, and if you two do anything that his wolf will interpret as a step forward."

"Then what do I have to avoid?" Dean sounds hopeless- well, he feels like it.

"Him entirely, if you want to be certain that his wolf doesn't jump the gun." Sammy shrugs and looks at Dean sincerely, "Anything can be taken the wrong way- especially with a wolf in your head. Don't be surprised if Castiel's wolf assumes things and decides to take action, Dean."

Dean can hear Gabriel coaxing his elder brother inside of his room, and Dean closes his eyes for a moment to just try and simply breathe, "Is there anything I can do? Even as a human?"

"Afraid not…" Sammy admits, "Castiel and his wolf's actions and scents would be easier to figure out when you would have a wolf yourself, but since you don't…"

"Things just got a whole lot more complicated for me. I get it- my humanity strikes again."

Sammy looks like he wants to say something, but honestly, Dean just doesn't want to hear it.

The human shakes his head, sighing, "I'll be in your room if you or whoever needs me… I need… I need a moment…"

Dean knows that his footsteps to distance himself from Castiel really won't do anything to help him at the moment. However, it doesn't mean he isn't going to do it. He decides in a moments whim that Sammy's room is not enough to clear his head. Dean glances outside, and he worries his bottom lip. Some fresh air would be nice...

Dean ignores his better instincts, and then decides to go outside. Alone.

...

Castiel sits on his bed, face in his hands. This has all gotten so complicated- and it's all thanks to his stupid fucking wolf.

"Cassie, it's not that bad-"

"But I can't have a mate- let alone have Dean as the contender!" Castiel shouts in despair, "Do you know how frustrating this is!?"

Gabriel sighs in a bit annoyance and exhaustion, and he ends up sitting down on the edge of the bed to comfort his brother, "Cassie, Dean isn't a bad thing that life let happen to you. He's nice, he tries to do the right thing, and I've got a good feelin' about him. For once, don't be mad at your wolf… Just- let the chips fall where they intend to."

Castiel shakes his head adamently, "No, Gabriel. I can't do that. I'll end up hurting Dean or worse- I may even change him without his consent- or something even more feral… I don't want to do that, especially when Dean has already gone through a similar experience. I don't want to be his second Alistair."

"But you won't be." Gabriel says with confidence- something Castiel is certainly lacking at the current moment- "You protected him from Alistair, you didn't attack him… Sure, your wolf got into its own form of handsy, but that's just the usual way alphas act when someone or something catches their eye. You're gonna be a possessive and protective bastard over Dean whether you like it or not."

"Maybe that's the point. I don't have a choice in this, Gabriel. Once again, my wolf decides to mark someone that I don't deserve in the first place…"

Gabriel furrows his brow, "You don't think you're good enough for Dean? …"

Castiel gives an empty chuckle, "Honestly, Gabriel, I don't think I'm good for anyone. I'm not good for this pack, for this world… I honestly don't think I'm even good enough for my wolf."

"Don't say things like that-"

"Why? Because they bother you?" Castiel looks up at his brother, seeing the tears well up in the omega's eyes, "Does everything that comes out of my mouth voice your thoughts?"

"No!" Gabriel hisses, "They don't! I don't think you're a bad person, and I don't think your wolf is a bad thing either! I'm upset because I don't like you saying and believing things that aren't true!"

Castiel just looks away, staring at the wall and talking with a nearly impassive voice, "Tell me, Gabriel… What makes those things false? Don't you remember what happened between me and Amelia? Don't you remember what I tried to do-"

Gabriel growls, silencing Castiel with its power, and the omega stands up with his hands balled into fists at his sides, "Don't start with that! You didn't know- I didn't know! The past is the past, and that's where it should stay and remain! Stop digging up what happened and just let it go! You have a pack now- a good pack- and you've been a good alpha and a good person! You help out strangers and help the sick, you've let wolves in when they had no place to go- and they would all die for you! Don't act like that doesn't mean anything, especially when you start thinking this way! You're not a bad person Cassie, you're a good one! You're a good alpha, and a good werewolf! It's shit that some things happened to us, yeah, but we move on from it! We don't go sulking around when our wolf tries to surface! Especially when all it was doing was trying to find a place to put your heart because you think you aren't allowed to have one!"

Gabriel stomps out of the room, leaving Castiel to stare at his door as it slams.

...

Dean wishes that he could disappear. Maybe for a few days, or a week or something longer- maybe to some place where he doesn't feel so utterly alone.

Here, in this world, Dean is the odd one out- the sore thumb. Wolves only treat him like a piece of paper- something they can mark up and transform into a mural similar to themselves. Humans are meant to be changed and morphed in this world- not to be leading packs or be selected by an alpha's wolf as a mate.

In short- Dean doesn't belong here- at least, not while he's human.

The touchy subject has been brought up before, mostly when Dean was a small child. John had been helping Sammy learn how to shift fluidly when Dean first asked about getting changed, but after being yelled at for about an hour from John, Dean decided to never bring it up again. At least, not with John.

Dean was smarter than to ask Azazel about it- because seriously- that's a damn death wish. Instead, he asked Sammy. He was more open to it (of course), Dean remembers, because he wanted to have Dean as a wolf- a kind of comfort or coping thing. The trials and circumstances Azazel put him under stressed him out beyond belief, and most of the times that Dean came to help combat that shit, Sammy was already wearing thin in his control. However, their plans were halted when John found out about it.

He was angry at first, especially at Dean since he already told him no, and then he just sighed and sat his boys down to talk to them in a civil manner about it. John just quickly explained that Sammy wouldn't have been able to change Dean anyways until both of them were at least eighteen or older, and since Dean was ten and Sammy was only six, they would have failed in all of their attempts. Dean had pouted, telling his father that he wanted to be like them- to actually fit in with his new life and family- but John had abruptly turned him down. He told Dean that other than him and Sammy, that he had no family here. That changed slightly when Adam came along, and Dean was angry at John for sleeping with one of the members of Azazel's pack and getting the chick knocked up. That's all he was at the time- angry, frustrated. John pulled him aside when Dean found out Adam wasn't human and gave his son "the speech" again.

"There has to be at least one of us-" he had said to Dean that night, "who isn't going to be forced into becoming a monster."

Dean didn't understand- he was only an angsty teenager then- but as the years passed and he and Sammy grew up, he realized what his dad meant. Azazel meant to make Sammy into a murdering machine, and he had already made John do things he wasn't proud of, and Adam was on the sidelines getting trained as a backup. John wanted to keep Dean innocent and separate from that kind of guilt and darkness. However, Dean only understood when Alistair had been dragging him away while smirking, the whole time his flesh was covered with Sammy's blood- even on his teeth and lips.

Dean shivers at the dark memory, his feet slightly stumbling over each other as he walks down the winding path. He's grateful that those times are behind him, and that's all they can be- even if they are memories- they are not his present. However, there's always some way they can snake their way into now.

"Hey there, gorgeous."

Dean jumps in fear, recognizing that nasally voice, "Alistair-"

"Good to know you still remember me." the alpha appears from behind some trees, his smirk sinister as he slinks forward to stand in front of Dean, "But then again, how could you forget?"

"You bastard-" Dean takes a few steps back to try and run off, but as he begins hearing other wolves growl at him he knows that darting off isn't an option anymore, "you're breaking pack law-"

"Do I really give a damn? No." Alistair says simply, "I want you back, Dean. No boundary or opposing alpha is gonna stop me."

Dean shudders in disgust, but tries to keep his voice strong for the sake of not looking afraid- those his scent should tell otherwise- "It should, but then again you're an insane, obsessive bastard, so I'm not surprised…"

Alistair chuckles, and some of his followers begin circling Dean with their uneven, sharp teeth bared, "Oh, good to know that's what you think of me…" Alistair bats his eyelashes, "It's like you want me too-"

"Never in forever, you asshole!" Dean hisses out, feeling like he's prey that is about to be inside of its predators jaws.

Alistair's gaze darkens in mere seconds, "Too bad, because forever is all we're gonna have."

"What do you-"

Dean would finish his sentence, but Alistair flicks his wrist, and the wolves leap at Dean.

...

Castiel is pacing inside of his room.

Something is off- and he doesn't know what- just that something is wrong and he needs to fix it. Castiel's wolf is near the surface, begging for Castiel to let it free so it can scope out the danger and make sure that Dean is okay. The urge causes Castiel to sigh- Dean is not his, never will be- and his wolf can get over that. However, as the buzzing underneath his skin worsens, Castiel decides to let his wolf go to make sure things are okay. Using Dean's sweet scent as a guide, Castiel tries to ease his fraying nerves.

His anxious paws carry him outside, and Castiel sniffs the air. As soon as the smells inside of it are processed, a loud snarl rips its way from Castiel's throat, and a battle cry summons itself into sound.

The message is clear: Alistair has Dean Winchester.

...

Dean feels grit and dirt cling and drag on his skin as Alistair whistles some happy tune- like a bird singing its song.

"It's been so long, Dean- far too long- since I've gotten a taste of you…" Alistair's hand is gripping onto Dean's ankles as he drags him along, "Have you been good for me, Dean? You haven't let anyone else touch you like I have right?" before Dean has a chance to answer or to tell the alpha to die or something, Alistair laughs manically as the wolves pad alongside him, "What am I sayin', you probably couldn't even stomach it, could you?"

"F-Fuck off…" Dean watches groggily as they inch along, his body jerking forward every few moments as Alistair tugs him- his skin feels raw and dirty.

"We will later, Dean, but some things have to happen first." Alistair chuckles, and Dean watches the Novak territory slowly leave his view.

Dean's head hurts, and his lungs ache- there's blood all over his skin (he doesn't know if it's his) and his muscles burn from the strain and abuse they are currently receiving. However, Dean's focus on his pain is ended when a loud, angry howl comes from the Novak territory. It sounds familiar- and Dean's chest fills with a small shard of hope.

Dean doesn't know how he knows exatly, but it's- "Cas- …" Dean's broken voice cuts off abruptly, the sound getting blocked out from a coughing fit that appears out of nowhere.

"Quiet!" Alistair hisses lowly, and it sounds like he is afraid of whatever or whoever made that howling noise, "I can't trust you around that… that alpha…" the last word is especially venomous.

"Cas-" Dean begins to call out, but Alistair's shoe meets his ribs and the ability to speak is lost to Dean.

Alistair growls, "You need to learn when to keep your mouth shut, darling."

Dean coughs roughly, more of his breaths become ragged, and his vision is swimming.

Other angry howls cut into the air, causing Alistair to growl in frustration, "Seems like my plan is going to have to speed up, then… Dean, why do you have to make things so hard for us?"

"B-Because I don't want us-" Dean coughs out weakly, other wolves growling at him for denying their alpha, "I never wanted us… It's always b-been just you…"

"You shouldn't be sayin' things like that, Dean-" Alistair's eyes darken with his warning, "you might make my wolf upset…"

Dean coughs up little dots red onto the dirt below, leaning heavily onto his forearms for support as Dean tries his best to glare at Alistair, "I don't give a fuck about your wolf-"

Another snarl sounds off in the distance, this time being closer than before- and Dean begins to reach for the sound's direction. He makes pitiful sounds from the pain as he slightly begins to crawl towards safety, only to have Alistair laugh at him.

"You were always so stubbornly naive, Dean… Here, let me clarify some things for you-" Alistair shifts to his mangled wolf in seconds.

The alpha looks like a sickly gray thing, mangy and scarred, and Dean gags as he notices the look in its eyes. Another snarl comes from the surrounding area, and now Dean can hear paws thundering against the ground as Alistair saunters closer. Dean glances down to see his thigh is bloodied, the denim ripped from assaulting teeth. Dean groans as he sees crimson drip down off of it, trickling onto the dirt below to create a slight puddle. God- he's going to die-

"P-Please don't-" Dean pivots to look at Alistair, trying to defend himself, but he's so weak and Alistair's wolf- despite its sickly looks- is so strong, "I don't- please-"

Alistair's wolf snarls and gives a look that's completely feral, its fangs bared as it looms over Dean hungrily. The human can hear his heart and the paws from the Novak pack beating in his ears and on the ground, and he swallows nervously. Alistair's wolf growls one last time, parting its jaws to expose its mouth fully- and Dean screams in fear of the sharp, deadly canines.

Just as Alistair's teeth clamp down on his neck roughly, Dean screams at the top of his lungs, "CAS!"

...

"CAS!"

Castiel's wolf surges forward at the panicked sound of Dean's voice, Sam close behind, as a snarl escapes his jaws. The alpha of the Novak pack smells Dean's blood in the air, and it sets himself in fight mode. Several wolves from Alistairs pack try to attack, but Castiel throws them to the ground using the vice of his teeth. The whole time, his paws never cease their sprinting, and they only still over the dirt when a familiar, beaten form comes into view.

Castiel looks on in horror as Dean lies on the ground, his eyes rolling back into their sockets, his neck bloodied and currently in between Alistair's jaws. Sam roars, nearly jumping forward to end Alistair where he stands, but Castiel stops him with a glare.

This is between him and Alistair- especially concerning Castiel's wolf and its desire to rip out the opposing alpha's throat for hurting Dean.

"Hello, Castiel. Nice for you to… join the party…" Alistair gives Castiel a wolfish grin.

"What did you do to Dean!?" Castiel demands, his teeth appearing as the flesh on his muzzle twitches in pure anger.

Alistair starts pacing around Dean, as though he were the alpha's prize and Castiel was not the proud winner- "I merely did something that should have happened years ago… I mean- with the things I knew... I'm surprised I didn't change him sooner."

Castiel growls lowly, but it seems as though Alistair knows something all of them don't, so he says nothing.

"Does Sam even know?" Alistair teases, his teeth glinting in the limited light.

"Know what, you sick bastard!?" Sam shouts in a growl, already in position to murder Alistair where he paces.

Castiel holds back another feral sound to try to get answers instead, the whole time his eyes keep glancing to Dean- his body is still and bloody- "What are you even talking about, Alistair? …"

The other alpha gives Castiel a look, one that causes the fur on Castiel's neck to stand on end, "Azazel spoke of ways to predict what kind of wolf a person would become when they were bitten…"

"How does this apply to Dean?" Castiel listens closely, but his eyes are on Dean, focusing on the minute twitches in his form.

Alistair notices the change in Dean's movements as well, and his eyes turn a shade darker, "It applies to him because I know what he's going to be… Azazel told me when he first came to the pack-"

"We didn't come into your pack!" Sam snarls fiercely, "You forced us in there- you tortured Dean!"

"That's because he didn't listen." Alistair would shrug nonchalantly if he were in human form, "Too bad his instincts are going to be tellin' him otherwise. He's going to be beggin' for me before you know it."

Castiel takes a step forward- his wolf demands to take control for Alistair thinking about Dean in such a way- his paws cautious as he proceeds, "Alistair, if there is something you need to say, I suggest getting it out now while your throat is still intact."

Alistair gives a wolfish laugh, and he doesn't even seem moved by the threat, "So impatient… Hm, guess you can wait to find out yourself since you don't know patience-"

Sam lurches forward instead of Castiel, beginning to attack Alistair as his other follows begin to bring their own onslaught into the fight. Suddenly, the air is full of snarls and howling, flashes of teeth and claws everywhere as forms collide with one another.

Castiel, however, doesn't close in on the other wolves- his irises remain locked on Alistair as he growls.

"Wanna come make your threat from earlier true?" Alistair taunts, "Wanna hurt me because someone else changed your poor lil' Dean Winchester instead of it being you?"

Castiel's wolf wants to snap his neck, but Castiel doesn't give a retort.

"Aw, the big bad wolf is out of retorts!" Alistair drops himself into a fighting position, "That's good enough for me-"

The offending alpha leaps at Castiel, his teeth bared and ready to maim. Castiel sidesteps the launched attack easily, his wolf adding itself into his conscious so he can fight effectively. Castiel's eyes look over to Dean for a split second, and all he sees is red and movement from him. The smell of Dean's blood is still heavy in the air- now beginning to mix with the other scents of wolves- and it causes Castiel's alpha to become enraged.

However, all of the fighting is stopped when a high-pitched wail breaks through, and Castiel looks over to see Dean curling up into a ball on the ground.

"CAASSSS!" Dean screams, his voice sounding as though his vocal cords were falling apart.

The Novak alpha growls towards Alistair, his wolf surfacing and taking full control. In seconds, Castiel has Alistair pinned to the ground, his deadly canines wrapped tightly around Alistair's neck.

"I'm n-not surprised…" Alistair grits out, "That lil' whore always s-smelled of you after you met…"

Castiel's jaws tightens on his flesh as his reply.

Alistair coughs, some blood seeping out of his muzzle as he speaks, "Go ahead- do it… Either w-way it's not gonna save your p-precious Dean-"

Castiel's wolf takes initiative, and finishes Alistair with one swift twist from his jaws.

The Novak alpha stares at Alistair's now lifeless form. His eyes begin to dull, and his mouth hangs open loosely as blood spreads out onto the dirt. However, as Dean begins writhing on the ground, Castiel's attention is quickly diverted away from Alistair's corpse.

"D-Dean? …" Castiel knows that he more than likely can't understand him- but he's too strung out at the moment to consider being rational.

"Cas…" Dean coughs up blood just like Alistair had, except this time, Castiel wants to stop its flow- "C-Cas… p-please…"

A whine escapes Castiel's throat, and he licks away some of the blood in an attempt to somehow comfort Dean. It only worsens Castiel's internal panic when the crimson liquid doesn't taste human anymore.

"N-Need you…" Dean lets out a pitiful noise, grabbing onto Castiel and anywhere on his form that he can reach.

Castiel lowers himself onto the ground, allowing Dean to weakly climb onto his form. The whole time, Dean coughs and sputters out nonsense, and his fingers stick to Castiel's coat with his blood.

Sam rushes over out of nowhere, his muzzle covered in a dark red as he barks to Castiel, "Is Dean okay?"

"I don't know-" Castiel answers honestly, whining as Dean nearly falls off of his back, "I think- I think Alistair changed him-"

Sam lets out a quick noise of despair, and rushes over to help Dean get onto Castiel's back, "That bastard!"

"We'll worry about it later, right now, we need to get him back to the house so we can access the damage."

The fight is still rampaging on- even with Alistair lying dead on the ground in the midst of it- and no other wolf is truly paying attention to anything other than the offending wolf in front of them and where their teeth will sink in. It's like a massacre.

Castiel takes a breath to try and calm himself, and he feels Dean sag from exhaustion on his back- "Find Gabriel. Get him back to the house as soon as you can. You're in charge of this fight-"

"But I'm not the pack alpha!" Sam barks out in shock.

"You are for now." Castiel looks seriously at Sam as he cautiously stands, Dean holding onto his coat weakly, "I have to stay with Dean, and that means I won't be able to finish this fight. You're the only person I can trust right now, Sam. Please…"

Sam takes a few seconds, but then nods, "Alright… I'll try to find Gabe first…"

"Please do, I don't want him getting hurt." Dean groans weakly on Castiel's back, urging the need for Castiel to leave even further, "If there's anything urgent, just take care of it as you see fit. We'll discuss this later."

Sam lets his gaze linger on Castiel for a moment, and he mutters, "Be careful with my brother…"

"I will be."

Seconds later, Castiel is going at half-speed down the trail that leads back to his territory. Dean clings on to his fur loosely, barely being able to hang on as he coughs. Castiel, despite the fear of Dean losing consciousness before they reach the pack house, is stalled due to Dean vomiting. Castiel has to stop by the stream to allow Dean to let his stomach lurch out its contents, and he waits patiently as Dean lays on the bank, washing away blood and other fluids with a shaky hand.

"C-Cas…" Dean groans, and the alpha is immediately by his side, "Need… home…"

Castiel helps Dean climb back onto his back, and his eyes look over to the bank. The dirt is bloodied from where Dean laid on it, and Castiel fights the urge to try and remove it. There are bigger problems than that right now- and Dean needs him.

Castiel begins the trek back once again, his trot not helping his nerves- the ones that beg Castiel to sprint. However, Castiel knows that Dean won't be able to hold on if he does that, and making things worse won't help at all.

"Alpha…" Dean mumbles almost unconsciously, and Castiel's ears perk up, "Cas… my… m-my alpha…"

Castiel sees the house come into view, and he can't be more grateful than he is now. His paws carry himself and Dean inside, and Castiel's wolf backs off so he can fix Dean. Dean groans when he reaches the floor, and his eyelids are shut tightly in pain as Castiel shifts back into human form.

"Dean, are you okay?" Castiel asks, his voice gruff as he picks up Dean bridal style.

Dean's hands grab onto Castiel tightly, his nose moving into the crook of the alpha's neck, "Cas…"

Castiel furrows his brow, but continues with carrying Dean into the medical bay at the house. He comes into the room, placing Dean down on the examination table gently as Dean lets out a long, pleading whine. His scent shifts, causing Castiel to look over at Dean with concern.

"Dean, what hurts? …" he asks cautiously, his mind reeling for answers.

"E-Everything…" Dean's hands fly over his stomach, "F-Feel sick…"

Castiel rushes over with a trashcan, reaching Dean in enough time that he's able to puke again without getting it all over himself and the table, "Just breathe, Dean… This will all go away in a few moments. The bite always causes sickness."

Dean opens his eyes only a fraction, and from what Castiel can see, his gaze is a frightened one- "Wait... C-Cas… what's happenin' to me? …"

"I believe that Alistair's bite has caused you to… change..." Castiel trails off.

"Oh god-" Dean lurches forward, vomiting again, and Castiel pats his back while feeling absolutely useless.

Dean settles on the examination table seconds later, coughing, "Cas-"

"Just rest, Dean. You'll feel better in a few moments once your body starts to heal itself. You'll find that you'll regain strength after every minute that passes, I assure you." Castiel wipes away some of the sweat that has formed on Dean's brow, "In the mean time, I'll try to fix as much as I can…"

Dean's eyes flutter shut, and Castiel immediately begins searching for supplies. He gathers bandages and ointments, placing them next to Dean as he starts to tend to his wounds. Dean shifts slightly under Castiel's care, and the alpha tries his best to calm his riled up wolf.

"Cassie!?" Gabriel rushes into the room, his hair askew and a few bruises are forming on his skin, "Oh shit- Dean!"

"Alistair bit and changed him…" Castiel says weakly, Dean nodding off for a few moments below, "I don't know what to do-"

Gabriel comes up to his older brother's side, "You're doing fine, okay? Dean needs you to be calm right now. Can you do that for him?"

"Yes."

Gabriel nods, "Alright- then keep bandaging him, okay? I'll help out."

Castiel looks down towards the floor, his heart sinking with hopelessness, "But Gabriel, what if- what if he doesn't survive the first transformation, or-"

"Stop right there." Gabriel's voice is assertive, and Castiel listens to him, "Dean isn't going to die- no one- is going to die, you got that? Keep your head level, and focus on getting Dean healthy again, okay?"

"Okay…" Castiel echos, but it doesn't help him in any way.

The thought of losing Dean makes Castiel worry, and his wolf seems to be on an even worse downfall because of it. Dean lays on the table, face no longer scrunched up in pain, and his breathing is even- but shallow. Castiel's instincts beg him to fix it- to fix Dean- but the alpha doesn't know how. Gabriel senses this fear, and he tries his best with his scent and words to calm his brother into a rational state. It doesn't work as he intends it to. At least, not fully.

"Cas…"

Castiel's head snaps upwards instantly, his attention full on Dean as his eyes slowly open, "Dean? …"

Gabriel sighs, "Alright- just… just keep yourself in line, Cassie. Dean should start recovering in a few seconds, but that doesn't mean he can push himself just yet. I'm leaving now. I have to see how Sam is-"

"No, you're not going back out into that fight." Castiel growls.

Castiel expects Gabriel to lay down his guns, except, someone else reacts to the sound.

Dean whines on the examination table, turning over and over several times before stilling in a submissive position. Castiel's mouth goes dry as Gabriel awkwardly clears his throat.

"I-I'm gonna go now…"

"Okay…" Castiel whispers, eyes still heavily training on Dean.

Dean finally realizes what he was doing after a few more seconds, and he suddenly pops out of his position as if he would die if he didn't. His face is red from embarrassment, and Castiel feels even worse when he curls up into a tight ball. Castiel wants to comfort Dean, to ask him how he feels- but he would probably just make things worse for them at the moment. Especially for Dean.

"Dean…" when this only causes Dean to move away from Castiel, the alpha sighs, "Dean, look at me-"

"No…" Dean grits out, "I don't- I can't-"

Castiel reaches out and places a hand on Dean, only to have him sprawl out on the table in the exact position from earlier. Castiel is sure his scent is giving off pheromones of arousal, and that his pupils have dilated, but he does not act on his urges for Dean's sake. In fact, he removes his hand and takes a step away, his wolf roaring in his head to accept the sign of submission and-

"W-Why, Cas?" Dean chokes out suddenly, "Why am I doing this?"

"I don't… I'm not sure." Castiel admits sheepishly, "I won't be able to know for certain until time passes on, and the first full moon arrives…"

Dean swallows, and his jade eyes meet Castiel's- they are full of fear and uncertainty- "W-What do you mean? …"

Castiel pauses for a moment, not wanting to answer Dean- but he has to- "When humans are changed into werewolves, depending on their age as well, the next full moon is when they will shift into their wolf form… Not… not all people survive it…"

Dean pales.

Castiel wishes he can say something to comfort him.

"Cas… I'm… I'm scared…" Dean looks at the alpha pitifully.

"I was scared too…"

Dean's brow furrows, and he uncurls slightly- he already looks hundreds of times better, so there's hope Castiel can now cling onto- "W-What do you mean? …"

Castiel sighs, looking down towards the floor as he speaks, "Gabriel and I were not born werewolves… We were turned."

"I thought… I thought you weren't. Sammy and Gabe told me, but they never gave any details..." Dean mumbles, looking away.

"It's alright- not many people know what happened…" Castiel closes his eyes, "It was quite some time ago…"

Dean moves slightly on the table, starting to sit up, "What happened? …"

The alpha pulls up a chair and sets himself down into it, closing his palms together as he remembers that time that changed everything- "Gabriel and I were on a camping trip. Gabriel had just graduated high school, and I had been attending college for nearly two years at the time. To celebrate, Gabriel and I decided to go camping for a few days- to let all of the stress we had built up over some months go… I was twenty, Gabriel was eighteen- we were just kids trying to have a fun weekend. We didn't… how could we have known? …"

"Cas…" Dean shuffles closer, and he doesn't seem aware of the distance shrinking in between them.

"It was late at night, the fire just went out…" Castiel remembers it well- the smell of smoke and pine trees, the crackle of embers as they flew into the air like reverse snowflakes- "Gabriel and I were stargazing for a little bit. I remember that the moon was the biggest I'd ever seen it. It was nearly one in the morning when Gabriel and I decided to head back into the tent to sleep… Except, we never got to."

Dean listens on closely.

Castiel recalls the sounds as if they were happening just now, and he can feel the fear that had been coursing through his veins as if it was still there- "Something snatched us before we'd even gotten our fingers on the tent's zipper. It was growling and making all sorts of feral noises. Gabriel and I were absolutely terrified- we didn't know what it was… Well, until it decided to bite us. I didn't know what was happening, and it took having the creatures teeth sinking into my neck for me to realize that I was getting bitten by a werewolf."

"Cas." Dean is leaning off of the edge of the table now, his gaze concerned when Castiel meets it.

"It's alright, Dean." the alpha assures quietly, "I suppose at the time I thought my brother and I were just going to die. The wolf that had attacked us was blood-thirsty and violent, and it seemed like we weren't going to get away in time. We would have been meals to that thing if someone hadn't of found us… They were nearby campers, thankfully ones that were hunters- and they had guns and weapons to drive the werewolf away. Gabriel and I left that place as soon as we could…"

Dean is paying attention fully now, his fingers turning a ghostly white against the examination table, "What happened after that?"

Castiel wants to answer Dean honestly, but, the past is too much of a cold slap to the face for the alpha to admit its existence. Instead, Castiel just blinks away the actual memories of what happened to him afterwards- the changes, the blood lust- and he forces them back down into the mist of his subconscious. There… but not completely.

"Cas? …" Dean prods cautiously, and he looks concerned as he begins to inch forward.

"I'm fine, just-" Castiel doesn't look at Dean- can't when all that comes from his lips are lies- "it was a hard change is all… Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of my pack. If you need me, I suggest sending someone for me."

Dean opens his mouth to say something, his expression telling Castiel that he's hesitant. Maybe it's to plead for the alpha to stay, maybe something else is wrong- Castiel will never know, because Dean just shuts his mouth. The alpha watches as Dean nods his head and averts his eyes, making him seem absolutely small on the examination table.

Castiel stands up, leaving Dean alone in the room- but honestly, he's running away from the truth.

Response to Guest Reviews: _

WinchesterDean: (Wow this story is really good. Please continue to update this is amazing.)
Thanks! I'm glad that you really like it!
I updated liked you asked me to! :D

Casismyfavorite: (This is soooooo cute:) I wonder whats going to happen to Dean because hes human can he be a wolfs mate?
Update soon! )
Yes, he can- but as I said in the author's note, Dean isn't going to stay human. Whoopsie.
JUST UPDATED SO WHAT UP!?

LeavinFateUp2Me: (Great start on this story, i love alpha/beta/omega stories but this is a first were Dean is human. I can't wait for more of this story, great job so far and so well told.)
Thanks!
Yeah- most people do their own thing I guess... Sorry if the news of Dean changing is a problem- but there's plot behind it I swear, and it wasn't like Cas did it or anything. :/
Anyways, I hope I don't disappoint!