Hey! Another chapter! I know right? The reason they are happening so quick is because I have half of this adventure written already so I'm just tweaking and spellchecking at the moment :)

Warnings: violence and language

Chapter 6

Castiel showered shaved and raided his closet, trying his best to find something that didn't make him come across as the raging geek he was. What on earth did people do on not really dates? Was he expected to be smart but casual? Whatever that meant. Or just casual? Did he even own anything casual?

"So are you going on your first date in a towel? I didn't realise that's how kids did things these days." Michael tried his best to hide his smirk, but Castiel's scowl didn't make it easy.

"Yes, very funny. You are again assuming that this is actually a date, which it isn't." God he hoped it was.

"Dinner and a movie? Back when I was at school that constituted as a date." Castiel rolled his eyes as he threw yet another shirt on a pile slowly growing in the middle of his floor.

"Well, we're not in your day." Michael scoffed as he walked into the room, pulling out some faded tight black jeans and a dark purple t-shirt from a discarded open drawer.

"I'm not that much older than you Castiel." He then ruffled through some long sleeved shirts and pulled out a navy blue one, not quite as dark as the jeans he chose, but deep enough to bring out the blue in Castiel's eyes. "Here." Castiel smiled thankfully at his brother, grateful for his unasked for help. "And wear underwear you're not embarrassed of." Castiel blushed furiously.

"Michael!" His brother laughed as he left the room, allowing Castiel to change in peace. Castiel couldn't help but let his mind wander. What if this really was a date. What if Dean really was expecting to...

Oh God.

Castiel quickly changed and headed downstairs, his fingers fumbling nervously with the hem of his t-shirt.

"Nice." Castiel blushed again, fiddling with his hair, trying to tame it a little. "Stop worrying. You get all grumpy looking when you worry." Castiel huffed out in his annoyance.

"What if this is a date?" Michael's smile changed into something more understanding and sweet as he sighed softly.

"Then it would be what you wanted, no?" Castiel nodded once, though seemed uncertain. "Then take things slow. Don't do anything you're not comfortable with, and make sure Dean doesn't think he can just get it all in one night. Sex isn't until the third date you know." Castiel blushed again, staring at the floor as he scuffed his socked foot on the carpet.

"Michael!" Castiel was not sure that talking to his brother was his best course of action here. He clearly was taking the piss out of him.

"Look. Dean seems like a real nice guy. He's not going to force you into anything and if he does, poke him in the eye? No one likes getting poked in the eye." Castiel groaned as he rubbed his face frustratedly again. "You are in control of this, okay? You don't have to do anything you don't want to, and be clear. If Dean is half the man you incessantly demand he is, then I'm sure you're just over thinking things." Michael placed a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "I understand why you are, but don't. Dean seems like a good Alpha." Castiel nodded again. "So stop freaking out."

"I wasn't freaking out as much until you started trying to make me feel better!" Michael had no time to defend himself when Castiel jumped away from him and to the door, the low unmistakable rumbling of the Impala indicating Dean's arrival.

"You got money and your phone?" Michael asked, and Castiel rolled his eyes, nodding. "Alright, well, let me know when you're movie is so I know a general time of when you will be back." Castiel nodded again. "And if you run into any trouble just call me and I'll come as quick as I can, y'hear?" Michael pulled his hand through his hair, clearly not liking letting Castiel out of the house with another Alpha. An Alpha that had no idea the problems that occur whenever Castiel ventures into the real world...

"Okay. I will do. Do you think there will be?" Michael shrugged his reply before ruffling up Castiel's hair, moving bits here and there until he smiled happily with his work. There was a knock at the door then and Castiel practically tripped over himself fumbling with the handle.

"Hey!" Castiel internally groaned at his over eagerness. Dean just seemed to smile though as he rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"Hey." Dean had turned up in torn jeans and a white t-shirt, his usual leather jacket in place. "You ready?" Castiel nodded, feeling stupid for just standing there, staring like he'd never seen another werewolf in his life. And to top it off he somehow felt over dressed. Maybe he should jump back in and rip something of his own clothing? Is that what people did now?

"Remember and text me!" Michael was calling out after the pair as they disappeared into Dean's car, Castiel waving to let him know he had heard him.

...

"So where are we going?" Castiel was slouched in the passenger seat, his fingers playing with the seems of the leather seat nervously.

"Usually I don't eat here, tend to head over to Bobby's neck of the woods, so..." Dean continued to drive through the town, looking around as he did so. "I googled diners and they said there was one just down from the pictures... Ah. here it is." Dean parked up next to a rather retro looking diner, his smile dazzling Castiel as he looked over to him. "They serve pie. Claim it to be the best in the whole world." Dean scoffed. "I don't remember anyone consulting me about this. I'll decide what's the best pie in the world." He laughed as he patted Castiel's knee in a friendly gesture, though if you were slightly more optimistic about their interactions as of late, it could have been seen as affectionate.

"A pie lover I see." Castiel exited the car as Dean had, following him into the brightly lit diner.

"Cas. I am THE pie lover." Dean smirked as he lead Castiel to the back corner booth at the window. The place seemed pretty quiet despite its location and the time, but Dean seemed happy so who was Castiel to complain? The less people the better really. "So!" Dean huffed as he plopped down in the booth, Castiel slotting in across from him. "How was your day?" He sing songed. Castiel shrugged in response.

"Some homework, and reading. Nothing exciting." Dean nodded and rolled his eyes fondly, as if he had been expecting that answer.

"Jesus Cas. You never go out? It was a real nice day." Castiel ducked his head ashamedly.

"Michael was working. I uh..." Castiel rubbed his shoulder nervously. "I can't go out without him." Dean frowned. "I've manifested and I'm unmated so it can be dangerous. At school I'm protected mostly, but anything goes outside of that." Dean nodded in understanding as he fumbled with his menu, cursing his distactful nature. "Even with Michael its really difficult to not get him into trouble. I hope that doesn't happen to you tonight..." Castiel cleared his throat as he rearranged his cutlery. "And your day?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Yeah it was great actually. Got to work on a couple of classics. Bobby kept them aside for me. He knows I love them the most. Just a couple of modernising jobs to make them more economic so they cost less in road tax and all that junk." Dean was grateful for the change of subject, a young and rather attractive beta making her way to their table just then.

"What can I get you sugar?" The girl smiled flirtatiously at Dean as she leant forward a little, revealing a little more of her barely contained chest than necessary. Castiel buried his face in his menu, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

"A coke for me and Cas?" The waitress blinked and sniffed the air when she noticed Castiel, her eyes widening a fraction.

"Uh... Same." Castiel looked up to see the girl pull a face as if his scent offended her, his eyes darting back to the table.

"There a problem?" The girl schooled her distaste quickly at Dean's tone, her smile returning as she looked over to Dean again.

"None at all." Her voice was sickly sweet as she winked at him, writing down their drinks. "Anything else sweety?" Again she was talking to Dean, though all flirtation seemed to be suddenly subdued. Dean smirked knowingly. "Yeah. Bacon double." She looked to Castiel, her nose twitching.

"Same." Castiel's voice was quiet as she noted it down before wandering away.

"Stupid bitch..." Dean mumbled. "So, you thought of any movie you wanna see?" Castiel shook his head, panicking slightly, not realising Dean had expected him to. "Doesn't matter. My friend Ash said there was a new horror that looked good but you don't strike me as a horror type. What about a blow 'em up?" Castiel nodded and smiled lightly, relieved instantly that Dean knew him so well. "And I put my foot down on chick flicks. Sorry, but no way am I sitting through a love induced spew fest, ya hear?" Castiel laughed softly.

"Understood. No mush."

"That's right. No mush." Dean smiled widely.

"Hey guys, here's your drinks." Another girl approached them followed by a younger looking guy, both of them staring at Castiel openly. "I wouldn't have believed it without seeing it for myself." She whispered to her colleague, sniffing not so subtly at the air. Dean frowned at them both, making the girl perk up and put their drinks down on their table. She glanced once more at Castiel before her and her friend scurried away.

"Sorry." Castiel grumbled as he played with his straw, placing his finger over the top and lifting it out of his coke to then take his finger off and watch the juice in his straw fall back into the glass.

"Hey don't be sorry. Is this what always happens?" Dean asked, pushing his drink to the side a little and leaning over the table, trying to make eye contact with Castiel.

"Mmhmm." Castiel looked over and blushed at Dean's closeness. "It's fine though. I'm a rarity after all." He sighed sadly but smiled all the same, again averting his eyes when Dean gave him a pitiful look.

"You should tell them all to fuck off." Castiel snorted a laugh, rolling his eyes at Dean's usual response to these sorts of situations. If it won't 'fuck off' on command then he would simply say to use violence until they get with the programme. It worked for Alphas...

Dean and Castiel talked some more, Castiel talking about Michael's over protective speeches he had been giving him and Dean talking about Bobby and Sam and their questions about where he was tonight. They had both laughed when Dean had told him that Bobby had hit him over the head with his mail and told him to 'keep it in your pants ya eejit'.

"Here's your food boys." The waitress who had taken their orders placed Dean's plate in front of him gently and winked as he interrupted their laughter, before thumping Castiel's down, a couple of his chips falling off of his plate and onto the table. She glared at him slightly as she spun on her heal and stalked off.

"What the fuck?!" Dean seemed enraged as he slid along his seat, ready to go and do something foolish.

"Dean! Woah, it's okay. People are offended by me. That's okay." Castiel grabbed at Dean's wrist as he stood, not listening to a word he was saying. "Dean please, the bigger the fuss you make the more hassle I'll get. Trust me. Michael's the same."

"That was uncalled for and rude. I'm just going to calmly complain to a manager is all."

"And say what? She offended your male Omega companion? Management will laugh in your face. Just sit and eat."

"Cas, I'm sick of you just lying down- "

"Please?" Dean growled low in his throat as he looked at those pleading blue orbs, feeling his defiance shrinking to nothing. Castiel looked down right terrified, and this time it was Dean that was causing it.

"Fine, but if she does another thing to shun you I'm not holding back, you understand?" Dean mumbled some profanities under his breath as he flopped back into his seat. "You need to stick up for yourself. You have every right to exist equally to everyone else." Castiel sighed as he let his head rest on the back of his seat, looking at the ceiling for guidance. Dean was so determined to get Castiel killed...

"Dean, it doesn't work like that. I'm not an alpha. I don't get to stick up for myself. And if I do, which by the way, I have done many times in the past, I just get the shit kicked out of me, and reminded how weak and little I am. I don't have the physical strength to back up my demands for respect, so unless you can bottle some of yours up and hand it over, I'll just smile and get on with my life. Avoid confrontations as much as possible." Dean frowned at Castiel, but said nothing when he saw how upset Castiel was getting.

So much for taking Castiel out on a sort of date... Dean sighed tiredly as he watched his companion who was now looking down at his hands, which were balled into fists on his thighs.

"Fine." Both boys then began to eat in silence, both feeling guilty for having ruined their happy mood.

"So, how is Bobby doing apart from kicking your ass?" Castiel hazards a topic change and was relieved to see the slight smile on Dean's lips.

"Good yeah. A bit on the grumpy side recently, think my dad's giving him a hard time again..." Dean seemed to trail off, obviously the topic of his father something he did not seem to discuss so Castiel didn't pry.

"I hear parents can be bothersome." Castiel mused as he finished his chips, moving onto his burger.

"You hear?" Dean raised his eyebrows suspiciously. When he came to think of it, he couldn't remember Castiel ever mentioning his parents, only his brother Michael.

"I uh..." Castiel cleared his throat, cursing his slip up. "I've never known my parents." Dean's eyes flew open, and now stared at the younger boy.

"Never?" Castiel shook his head. "But you know who they were, right?" Castiel shook his head again. "No way! Not even a name?" Castiel laughed softly at Dean's disbelief.

"I grew up in a religious home. Hence my name being Castiel. The angel of Thursday? Anyway. I was taken in quite young, three I think, which was a relief since no one was going to take a male Omega other than to sell for sex so... I got lucky. Sort of." Dean deflated at the thought of how desperate Castiel's life must have been. "Zachariah and Lydia were part of the local church. Lydia couldn't bare children, and had begged Zachariah to allow her to adopt. Michael was their first, then Balthazar and Gabriel. Lydia however was never satisfied and took on Raphael and then eventually me. I remember when she used to do charity work for orphanages, her obsession with mistreated and abandoned children making her do some crazy things. She was dropping off a check from a local fund raiser event when I met her. She smiled sweetly at me as I was passing her, my nose just healing from one of the other alpha kids punching me. She asked me what had happened and when I told her about kids hating me because of my status she adopted me. On the spot." Dean had finished eating and was now just watching Castiel intently as he relayed his story. "She was a wonderful woman, with so much heart and understanding. She wouldn't allow the others to bother me about me being an omega, even stood up to Zachariah when he kicked off. They took on one more child before she was murdered. It happened when she was protesting against the humans who were catching ware children and killing them, to try and stop the wolf population from growing. Silver coated arrow through the heart. A shame that they had used her like that, as some kind of statement." Dean nodded his head sadly, reaching over and taking Castiel's hand comfortingly.

"Yeah, I remember those protests. I joined a couple myself after my mum was killed in a ware hate crime. Set fire to our house to get my dad. Got my mum instead. Almost killed me and Sammy too." Castiel swallowed hard, wondering how their night had become so depressing.

"I'm sorry to hear that Dean." Castiel tried to console but Dean just smiled sadly and shrugged.

"You ever..." Dean frowned before he tried again. "Ever thought about hunting your folks down?" Castiel finished up eating and pushed his plate forward, indicating he was done. "It's just, I know if I could find my mum again, I wouldn't hesitate." Castiel nodded in understanding.

"I guess I have thought about it, but I suppose I'm scared of what I might find. Judging by the way I'm treated, I can't imagine that they got rid of me because of good or fair reasons. Probably just didn't want to raise an Omega."

"You don't know that."

"No, but Michael and Gabriel didn't have much luck." Dean sighed heavily. "Michael's dad was a drug addict and lost Michael in a poker game. The guy who won him didn't even want Michael, was just playing for the money, so he left him outside a church at the age of five. He still has no idea who his mum was. And Gabriel found his mum. She was a prostitute who had gotten pregnant by accident and left him in a public bathroom after having given birth to him. She didn't even apologise. Just told him he owed her money for making her go through nine months of hell. He lost contact with her quickly and has no idea who his dad is, and has made it clear he doesn't care either." Castiel shrugged and smiled at Dean. "I think I'd rather pretend that my mother and father were just too young, and thought I would have been better off with someone else." Dean sighed as he slouched in his seat.

"Well this conversation took a depressing turn. How about some pie." Castiel silently thanked Dean for changing their subject. "Let's see if its the best pie in the world, shall we?" Dean waved at one of the waitresses prompting her to come over, thankfully not one they had seen before.

"Y'all done here boys?" The girl chirped, chewing her gum rather exaggeratedly.

"Yeah thanks." Dean replied to her, smiling widely. Castiel felt himself shrink a little as he watched Dean check the girl out. Castiel then looked to the waitress to see her amble chest and flawless skin, her bright eyes and blonde hair a nice addition. Of course Dean would be interested. She was an Omega too.

"Anything else honey?" Castiel scowled as he turned to look out of the window, not really wanting to witness Dean hook up with someone. Its not like Castiel hadn't seen Dean look. He was always looking. But there was just something more upsetting about it happening when it was just the two of them hanging outside school. Or maybe it was because Castiel had been hoping so much for this to be a date.

"Can we have two bits of your best pie?" Dean ordered, and Castiel saw him wink at her through the reflection in the window. It stung.

Castiel watched the waitress give him a strange look and leave after saying she would be right back.

"Cas?" Dean reached over and placed his hand on Castiel's arm, and Castiel had to do everything in his power not to shrug him off. "You okay man?"

"Of course Dean." Castiel curtly replied.

"Really? Cause your uh... stinking up the place." And that was when Castiel's own scent made him cringe in embarrassment. Great. So now Dean knows he was jealous and his stupid body is trying to win him over via sex hormones. Awesome.

"I'm fine. Really. Sometimes it just happens. Maybe I'm faulty or something." Castiel folded and refolded his napkin so as to distract himself from Dean's amused look, which was tainted with disbelief.

"Alright, if you say so." Dean chuckled as he sat back in his seat, looking quite pleased with himself.

He had done that on purpose...

Stupid Alphas...

...

Castiel leaned back into his seat as the lights began to dim, a smile still etched in his face from Dean's silliness. He could not believe he was here. It was so strange to be doing such normal things with another person, who seemed to want to be here. With him. Dinner hadn't been as horrendous as Castiel thought it was going to be, though Dean had been a little mean, but he had paid, even though Castiel had valiantly argued against it. Did that make this a date? He even paid for the cinema tickets, making Castiel blush terribly when the girl at the counter had 'aw'd at them. Dean had of course not corrected her or anything, so again, did that mean this was a date?

"Cas?" Castiel almost jumped out of his skin when Dean pressed his hand against his forearm, trying to gain the boys attention. "You alright man?" Castiel nodded in response, his mouth going dry. "You went all spacey on me." Dean laughed quietly, but still earned and annoyed 'sh!' from someone in the row in front. Dean rolled his eyes before leaning back in his own seat, Castiel watching from the corner of his eye as the lights from the screen danced across his friend's beautiful face. Castiel swallowed hard as he returned his attention to the movie, silently cursing his shyness. What if Dean was just waiting for him to do or say something before making a move? What if he was scared to do anything because Castiel was so fragile?

Castiel frowned at his thoughts, wondering when he had decided that it was possible for Dean to like him more as a friend. He was pushing his luck by accepting the friendship they had, never mind trying for something more. Castiel jumped in his seat for the second time in half an hour when an explosion had suddenly blown him from his train of thought, Dean's choked laughter making him blush hard.

"Shut up..." Castiel mumbled, sinking in his seat as he cleared his mind, concentrating on the movie and the movie only. Not Dean's stupid laughter that was apparently unstoppable for at least ten minutes. Not Dean's stupid hand which was so painfully close to his that it took all of Castiel's strength not to just reach out and touch. Not Dean's stupid lips that just screamed at Castiel to kiss them. Not Dean's stupid eyes that were not watching the screen, but currently staring at the side of Castiel's face. Not Dean's stupid smile as he did so before turning back to watch the movie. Not Dean's stupid pinkie finger that had somehow bridged the gap between their hands and was now resting against the back of Castiel's fingers like it belonged there, scorching his already too hot skin.

Castiel closed his eyes to steady his heart rate and breathing, wondering if it truly was possible to spontaneously combust. He had heard people saying that if you smell burnt toast it was a sign, but Castiel couldn't smell any as of yet.

And then Dean's stupid knee was touching Castiel's.

Castiel was sure he just got a waft of burning toast.

...

"Well that was a little disappointing." Dean mumbled as they left the cinema, his shoulders slumped. "That was just a plotless excuse to shoot things." Castiel nodded in agreement though he was still smiling.

"The.. uh... blood was pretty impressive. If anything." Dean laughed at Castiel's attempt to make him feel better.

"Yeah, but completely unrealistic. Bodies don't explode like that in real life." Dean lay his hand gently on Castiel's lower back as they pushed through the crowd, letting him know he was close.

"And you would know because...?" Dean tensed at Castiel's question.

"I uh... saw a documentary one it one time." Castiel nodded knowing full well that Dean was lying, but he let it go.

Both boys came to a stop as they waited for the crowd to find some orderly way for people to enter and exit through the automatic doors at the same time. Castiel felt Dean's fingers play with his for a second before he connected their hands, making Castiel blush heavily.

"Anyway, we'll just have to do this again." Dean said with a smirk, running his hand through his hair as he stepped forward, scowling in annoyance at how busy the place was. That was when Castiel noticed that neither of Dean's hands were in his. He pulled his hand back as if he had been scolded, trying to turn and see who he was attached to only to feel a sharp tug, pulling him back the way he had come and out of the crowd.

"Well aren't you something." An alpha a good head taller than Castiel (6ft 4 maybe) yanked Castiel against his broad chest.

"Let me go." Castiel struggled against him, but the alpha just laughed as he grabbed Castiel by the hair and forcefully tipped his head to the side.

"You were the one that grabbed my hand back." He growled before sniffing at Castiel's now bared neck. "So sweet." the Alpha then licked just under his jaw, making him thrash against the alpha's arm, which had now wrapped itself around his waist.

"Get your fucking hands off of him!" Castiel heard Dean approach from behind, the alpha holding him yanking Castiel off his feet as a sort of show of dominance, and as a obvious challenge against Dean.

"What exactly are you going to do about it, pup?" Dean growled low as the alpha turned to carry Castiel off, foolishly thinking Dean would just give up and leave. He stalked up to them both and kicked the guy in the back of the knee, making him stumble forward, Castiel being dropped roughly on the ground as the Alpha rounded on Dean.

"I'm not a fucking pup, and he's mine." Dean's possessive growl made Castiel go all mushy inside, and of course his pheromones went wild, his heart racing as he watched his friend stand up to the much older alpha. "And if you touch him again, I'll castrate you." The older Alpha laughed, looming over Dean's meagre 6ft. Castiel felt fear for Dean's safety for the first time in a long time. Dean was more than capable of handling the Alphas at school, but out in the real world things were different. There was always someone bigger and badder.

And this guy was pretty big.

"I don't see your mark... His throat is clean. Plus he's in heat, you can smell him a mile off. Which means he's manifested and I can take him if I damn well please. Unless your going to challenge my claim?" The taller alpha laughed again as he shoved Dean hard, making the younger alpha almost fall to the floor.

"Hey, guys! Take this outside!" Castiel looked over to see one of the attendants calling over to them, a crowd having now gathered as they tried to see what was happening. Castiel felt himself blush as people started to put it all together, a few noses going in the air to try and find if their suspicions were true.

"There's nothing to take outside." The older Alpha gloated before turning to grab Castiel. Dean let out a feral growl as he tackled the older alpha to the ground, both of them barrelling into Castiel who yelped as he tried to scramble away. There was nothing worse than an omega getting caught in an alpha fight.

Especially in heat. Castiel hadn't even noticed since his suppressants dampen the effects. He had thought maybe it was just Dean making him feel all weird. Though it would make sense as to why his body was acting to every little thing his friend did... He was an idiot for coming out tonight.

Castiel crawled along the floor until he could get back on his feet, narrowly missing being hit a couple of times. He could see Dean's panicked eyes as the older Alpha tossed him carelessly into the closest wall and grabbed Castiel's foot, yanking him back and standing with him under his arm. Castiel struggled against his hold, catching a glimpse of Dean approaching them, wiping blood from his nose and mouth.

"I told you if you touched him again I'd castrate you." Dean punched the Alpha hard in the face, a resounding crack echoing. Dean caught Castiel before he fell this time, the taller Alpha dropping him to grab at his face before tumbling to floor with a yowl of pain. Once Castiel was back on his feet Dean stomped down between the Alpha's legs to make a point, cursing at him. "Mine." He growled low, taking Castiel's hand and dragging him from the foyer and out into the street. Castiel almost falling a couple of times as he tried to keep up with Dean, the Alpha's rage emanating off of him in waves.

Thank God for heat suppressants or he'd have been all over Dean like a bad rash...

"Dean!" Castiel stopped his friend, turning him and slowing him down before they reached the car. "Are you okay?" Dean huffed a laugh as he slipped his arm around Castiel's waist, pulling him towards the car again.

"Fine Cas. I'm fine." Castiel frowned in concern at his friend.

"He was pretty big." Castiel mumbled, Dean looking at him as if offended.

"Size doesn't matter Cas. He was an asshole, and I'm not about to just stand down and let anyone just walk up and take you. Even if you are in heat. I fucking hate Alphas that think they can just do what they want to whoever they want. Your a person Cas, not somewhere for guys to stick their cocks when they see your novelty." Castiel gulped back the stinging sensation in his eyes, finding Dean's blunt description of what happens every time he ventures into town quite cutting. Of course he was quite accurate about how he was treated, but to have it so simply put and laid out for him to see was quite upsetting.

Because that was what he was to people. A unique conquest. How many alphas could say they had done a male omega?

Or owned one?

"How are you feeling?" Dean seemed hesitant as he asked, as if he could only imagine how awful Castiel must feel, and that his asking would make it worse. Castiel however just shrugged as Dean let go of him to unlock his car, opening the passenger door and allowing the Omega to slip inside. "Come on Cas. You must feel something. I know I wouldn't be okay if something like that just happened to me." Castiel sighed as he looked over at Dean, who was now sitting in the driver's seat, waiting for something from him.

Well if Dean Winchester wanted to know how Castiel felt, then he would tell him.

"Alright. I feel like shit because I know this will never stop. Alphas will still think they are entitled to fuck me because I am an Omega, less than them. I stay in the house unless Michael goes with me, because I know if I go out myself I'll probably be either picked up by the slavers or end up mated to some old basterd who was stronger than me. I know that Alphas fight over me because I'm male, and all they want is to gloat that they mounted a male bitch. And you were right. Its only because I'm a novelty. I have no hope of ever mating with someone who actually gives a shit about me and even if I did, other alphas still wouldn't let it stop them." Castiel cleared his throat as he looked away from Dean's concerned gaze. "I would, for once, just like to be a part of something outside of home where it did not matter what my status was. To meet people who can take me for who I am. Michael's great, but he's never home, always working and Gabriel is off to college. Both will probably find mates and live happily ever after. You too will eventually move on. I'm not naïve enough to think that you'll stay friends with me forever. You will eventually get bored of fighting every asshole there is just so you don't have to watch me be abused..." Castiel sucked in a breath when he felt Dean's arms circle round him, holding him tightly as Castiel wiped at his face, embarrassed at his outburst. "Sorry..." He mumbled, feeling very foolish.

Dean had listened to Castiel as he practically had a panic attack, his voice rising in pitch and urgency and all Dean could do was hold him. Shush him when it all seemed to become to much for the Omega. Dean had been suspicious that Castiel was hurting more than he let on, but he hadn't realised just how big his worries were, how far into the future they went and how insecure the boy was. He seemed so small and fragile in Dean's arms as he shivered and hiccoughed, Dean's heart breaking at the sound.

"Cas." What else could he say? That everything would be alright? Dean didn't know that. He could tell Castiel how he felt, but even he didn't really know exactly what was going on, and what if Castiel thought he was just another Alpha looking for his hole? Especially after his outburst it seemed a bad idea to bring up that he had been having feelings for the Omega...

"I... You weren't supposed to know any of that." Castiel said in a small voice. Dean let the boy relax in his arms, rubbing his back in what he hoped was comforting action. Dean wasn't one for sharing feelings and all that malarkey.

"It's okay. Must be hell." Castiel laughed softly, as if Dean had made the biggest understatement, which he guessed he probably had.

"I'm sorry I ruined our night." Castiel pulled away from Dean then, both of them silently regretting it.

"Don't be silly Cas. It hasn't ruined my night. I had fun. Now lets get you back to Michael before I get into another fight." Dean smiled widely as he put the car intro drive.

That right smut lovers, still no sexin!

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