AU: So yeah. Its been a month. Oh man.
Sorry everyone, I have been dealing with a lot of college issues, everyone's on my ass about graduating. I meant to post this chapter two weeks ago, but it never happened. Here it is now.
Also. I just noticed that my POV breaks were not showing up in the story. So I went back and fixed it.
Dean feels lightheaded. His mind full of fog that he can't seem to shake. He's not really sure what just happened. He remembers that he was on his way to Sam's room. He very upset about Sam using Cas to argue with dad. It was not cool by any definition. He was walking past his dad's office and heard him yelling about Crowley coming to pick Cas up for Meg. Dean stood in the hallway in confusion. Then he sort of snapped and before he knew it, he was running back to the bedroom. His mind didn't go blank. Dean can remember everything, every growl and moan, even Cas barking orders at him.
It was like watching a blurry drive-in movie. He could only sit back and observe his own behavior. And yet, he felt very much in control of his actions. His primal emotions, lust, envy, and jealousy, could control them anyways.
When Dean emerged from the haze he was sitting on Cas. There was blood dripping from his lips and he was very, very turned on. The need to continue to touch Cas surged through his veins.
Now, as he walks the halls with Cas, it takes all Dean has not to bang his head against the wall. Oh, he fucked up good this time. There was a reason Alphas aren't supposed to mark Omegas before they are fertile. Dean doesn't remember it, he slept through sex ed in high school, but he knows it's a bitch to deal with.
And so much for Dean getting to know the guy before sinking his teeth into him. This wasn't going at all like Dean planed.
Dean glances at Cas next to him. He is stoic, neutral, and silent, like he had been all night. Well, except when Dean was trying to molest him. It wasn't uncommon to meet Omegas who never talked and only obeyed. Maybe the guy didn't have a personality worth getting to know.
No. Dean saw bits of it leaking through his formal stoic mask, like when he hid in the closet to talk to his sister. It was a very defiant childish move. Cas was just hiding himself. Creating a protective shell in the form of an obedient and submissive Omega.
Once again, Dean is reminded of the talk he needs to have with Cas. That is, if Cas is still going to be his mate after this. He has no idea if the mark on Cas's gives him any claim to the guy. Technically they are not fully mated and so there is chance Cas could be taken away. Hell, he might not even want to stay.
Dean stops walking.
Why had he not thought of that? He had been so wrapped in everything he just assumed that Cas wanted to be here. Yes, Cas had ordered Dean to mark him, but that was all hormones and animal instinct. He would've told anyone to do it.
"Dean?"
Dean glanced up from the floor. Cas is stopped a few feet in front of him and turned halfway towards him, a confused expression on his face.
Dean swallows thickly regretting the words as they tumble out of his mouth. "I'll fight them. If- you know, if you want to stay."
Cas's eyes squint.
"I mean. If you don't, I understand. We," he points at Cas and then himself, "don't know very much about each other… Yeah there's," he waives his hand around, "something here. But, that can disappear. So, I'm official giving you an out."
Cas turns to face him fully.
Dean continues, embarrassed that he can't stop. "I know you came into this without an option, but now you got one. I don't wanna take that from you… Unless, they force you to stay because of the mark. Then I did take the choice from you," Dean rubs his hand through his hair. "Oh man, I really fucked up," He pauses again then adds. "Whatever you choose to do, I'll fight for it."
When Cas talks its quiet. "I would like to stay," then Cas smiles. "Thank you for giving me the option."
As Dean and Cas walk into the front room and Dean glances around. Large dead animals decorate the room. His father's first kill, a huge Saber-toothed cat, stands guard next to one of the two identical mahogany staircases that lead to the second floor. The room's walls are made of deep brown wood and the carpet is rich red mixed with swirls of gold. Like every front room it's lavish and meant to impress guests.
Crowley, who hasn't noticed them yet, stands by the fire place and talks to one of his Theta's. Meg spots Cas, a smile crawling across her face. Dean shoves the shot of heat that licks at his chest to the side. His mind doesn't need that distraction right now.
Dean turns his attention to Chuck, who glances around nervously. When his eyes land on Cas, they widen for a second, then quickly dart away. Dean wonders if Chuck can smell the mark on Cas from across the room, but quickly dismisses it as impossible.
Dean's dad isn't here yet.
Crowley looks up finally, eyes zeroing in on Cas. "Castiel my boy, there you are. Ready to blow this Popsicle stand?" He takes a step towards Cas.
Dean is about to tell him to back off, when a glare from Chuck forces Crowley back into his place. Chuck's attention turns to Dean and he suddenly feels very small.
Chuck sighs deeply as if he is trying to expel all his worries in single breath, "Dean, where's your dad?"
"I'm right here," his dad booms from the stairs. "We made a contract Chuck, you got some balls to try and break it."
Crowley glares at his dad as he walks down the stairs. "Your contract doesn't predate mine. I raised his bratty little son, Lucifer, in exchange for Castiel's mating rights."
"So? Just let Chuck owe you a favor, I'm sure he can repay Castiel's worth."
"I don't need favors, I need Omegas," Crowley snaps.
"That's what you get for having multiple Omega mates. Too many little Alphas running around. If you wait a bit I'll let you have Dean's and Castiel's Omega."
"Fuck no!" Dean shouts as he feels Cas stiffen next him. Dean is the Alpha of his family, not his dad. If his dad thinks he can whore out his kids, he can go fuck himself.
Dean's outburst causes the group of Alphas to look at him and Cas. His dad gives him a death glare, warning him not undermine his authority in the conversation. An alpha who cannot control his own offspring appears weak to others.
"The adults are talking now, boy," Crowley sneers.
Dean glares at him about snap back that 22 is no boy's age, but he stays quite to make it up to his dad.
Crowley ignores the glare and turns back to his dad. "This is really quite ridiculous. My contract precedes yours, I already filled out my half of the bargain and according to the law the boy is mine, clear and simple. Now, let's get out here before all this attention sends him into heat and makes this whole thing really uncomfortable."
"I claimed him," Dean finds himself saying. He's aggravated at how easily Crowley talks about Cas's heat.
Four heads snap in his direction. Everyone's shocked except Chuck who looks amused. His father's face morphs into pride and Dean revels in it.
"What! He just turned eighteen. There's no way he had his first heat after spending a couple hours with you," Crowley barks.
Dean grins. How badass would that be? Images flit across Dean's mind. Different scenarios of Cas's body reacting immediately to Deans, being unable to control himself at first sight, well first smell actually. The grin fades. Dean is ordinary and will have to wait like all Alphas. "He didn't go into heat, but I marked him anyway."
"You wouldn't dare," Crowley stomps forward. Dean growls and Crowley slows his pace, realizing Dean perceives him to be a threat. Just when Crowley is a little too close for comfort, he stops and sniffs the air around Cas. "Damn it," he mutters. Crowley turns a glare on to Dean. "Of course you would do something so reckless and stupid."
Dean can't stop himself. "Reckless? Maybe. Stupid? Naahh."
Chuck interrupts. "However stupid it was, Dean made the decision for us. Crowley, I owe you a favor or another mate." Chuck looks like he's ready to bolt from the room. His eyes, full of worry, flash to Cas. Dean glances at him. He is just staring off into space like normal.
"You dare to break a deal with me? This time you let your power go to your head! And you two!" Crowley whirls back to Dean and Cas, "I'll take this to the council. I don't care if they have to cut that mark of his neck!"
Next thing Deans knows Cas is in Crowley's personal space, his voice low and full of steel. "I'd like to see you try. My family would burn yours to the ground for that, Crowley." Dean's pretty sure he has to pick his jaw off the ground. His head whips around too look at his dad. He is watching Cas with shock, it morphs into anger and disgust. Then his eyes lock with Dean's. They seem to be saying, control your fucking mate Dean or I will.
Crowley smirks. "A threat from an Omega? How cute." He places a hand over the mark under Cas's clothes. "You don't belong to that family anymore."
Dean reaches for Cas.
"Enough!" Chuck glowers at everyone.
The air becomes thick and hard to breath. Its scorches Dean's lungs and eyes. He lets go of Cas in order to plant his hands on his knees and chough. He can here everyone around him coughing except Cas. He cracks an eye open. Cas looks confused, but alright.
"Dean?" he asks. Dean can't make sounds in his throat.
Chuck pinches the bridge of his nose and the air returns to normal. "Crowley, it's your right to go to the council. Just know my family stands behind Castiel's decision."
Dean grabs ahold Cas and yanks him to his side. "I'm okay," he whispers through his sore throat. Cas nods and relaxes.
"No reason to pull out the big guns. We'll deal with this later," Crowley wheezes as he walks back to Meg. "Say goodbye to lover boy. We're leaving."
Meg approaches Cas in long cocky strides. She was too far away to be affected by whatever just happened. When she gets close them her eyes lock with Dean's asking for permission. Dean nods and watches Cas's nose crinkles at her smell.
"It's too bad. We might not get to live out that pizza man fantasy, Clarence." Cas suddenly looks very uncomfortable and Deans not sure if he wants to know.
"Yes, that is, uh, unfortunate."
She smirks at Dean and backs away. "Although knowing Crowley. I'm sure we still might get a chance at it. See ya in court."
Dean watches the Crowley's leave with unease. He never liked that family. They were to… slimy.
Dean's dad mutters something about good riddance and walks back up the stairs. He pauses and turns to Dean. "My office after Chuck is gone," he glances at Cas. "Just you, Dean," and then his dad is gone.
A powerful scent overwhelms his nose and he realizes Chuck is standing right next to Cas. Cas's eyes are creepily trained on his dad. Chuck looks jittery and nervous, unsure of what to do. His hand reaches out and grasps Castiel's unmarked shoulder. Strangely Chuck flinches at the contact that he started. Castiel is frozen for a moment then he tackles his dad into a hug. Chuck's eyes widen almost comically and he looks at Dean for help. Dean shrugs, not really understanding what's going on. If Cas wants to hug he dad, Dean isn't going to stop him. Chuck's hand comes up tries pull himself out of Cas's hold.
"Don't Castiel, I have to go," He murmurs quietly. Cas nods and pulls himself away.
"My apologies. I thought physical contact is what you wanted."
"I- I have to go."
Dean watches in in utter bewilderment as Chuck acts like Cas's touch burned his skin. The flash of hurt in Cas's doesn't escape Dean's notice either.
Next time: Dean's conversation with John. Sam and Kevin(cries) get Cas into trouble.
Au: Okay. Because of winter break, I should have a steady stream of writing time. So the next couple of chapters shouldn't take to long.
Finally, I re-uploaded Chapter 3 because I wasn't happy with it. Nothing major in it changes. Just some sentence stuff. Anyways I accidentally deleted my AU stuff for that chapter. Sorry.
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