**Author's Note: _
Sorry guys- no song this time. ):
Either way this ch. is kind of short but has a whole bunch of shit in it. Go me.
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Dean's supposed to use the guest bedroom, but as he second day after John's funeral comes to a close- the sheets still haven't been slept in. The omega has grown fond of waking up to Cas' arms over him, sometimes his name faintly whispered onto his back. It's very pleasing, rather than waking up in a bed that seems too small and cold for him.
Chuck doesn't mind Dean staying, in fact, is quite happy with it. He and Dean- after explaining the situation- hit it off again and it was like Dean never left. Because maybe he truly didn't.
Some of the families stop seeing Castiel after they see Dean is living there. Dean could see why, an unbonded omega living under the same roof as an unbonded alpha. It was a mixture more annoying than oil and water to them. Either way, Cas didn't make a fuss at the loss of the potential mates.
Other than that, Dean and Cas remained normal- or as close as they could get. Sometimes during the night, Dean would wake up shaking and breathless from a nightmare, his green eyes wide and arms tensed as he sat up and put his weight on them. Cas would calm him down, bring him back down to Earth- and it end up with Dean sleeping with his face in the crook of Castiel's neck.
Damn alpha was now just as tall as him.
Either way, it was Dean's second day here, it quickly turning into the third night as the sun goes behind the line of trees a few hundred feet away. The cicadas are dying down and the moon is faintly glowing in the sky when Dean and Cas are just walking around outside the house.
"Hey Dean-" Castiel looks over, seeing his friend look towards him, "I know this may sound pressing but- how long are you planning to stay in Lawrence now that the whole John situation is over?"
Dean hadn't given it that much thought, "I have no idea…" he admits.
"Are you going to leave or are you going to- …"
"Stay?" Dean finishes.
Cas nods, "Yeah… I was just wondering, because you know… if you want there's always a room open for-"
"Dude, yes."
Cas is laughing now, and Dean finds himself joining him. It's light, sweet, and ends with the sound of the leaves rustling above their heads. They finish their walk, going inside and getting dressed to sleep. They curl under the covers, Dean taking his usual spot in Castiel's arms and he hums himself to sleep.
This time it isn't the sound of Dean's nightmare waking them up- it's breaking glass.
Cas is out of the bed in seconds, Dean feeling the breath catch in his lungs as the smell of the alpha from the bar fills them. Castiel is growling now, and Dean's worried. Worried that this is getting out of control way too fast- and Cas senses that, probably because Dean's beginning to panic. He's biting his lip and hoping he isn't going to give their position away from his uneasy breathing.
"Look, I'm going to go downstairs, rip that damn alpha to shreds- and you're gonna hide up here, okay?"
Dean nods, going inside the closet and hearing Cas shuffle down the stairs. Part of him wants to go down with him, he knows he should have. The nagging feeling in his gut isn't subsiding and he just hopes it's wrong or just the adrenaline talking. That maybe this is all some nightmare and Dean's going to wake up any moment and feel relief swamp him from the event being only a creation of his mind during the late hours of the night. It's a lot to wish for- but still Dean hopes, he waits- and he hears the fight going on downstairs every second he's inside the closet.
More broken glass, more yells. Things getting thrown and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. It's a sickening thing to hear behind a flimsy wooden door surrounded by t-shirts and jeans.
Suddenly, Dean's jumping out of the closet and his fear running near mortifacation.
It wasn't those sounds or the cease of them that made the stairs fly beneath Dean's feet as he rushes towards the kitchen- it's the smell of fucking blood filling his nostrils. As Dean enters the wrecked room, all of the things inside strewn about from the struggle, he sees him. The alpha from the bar is snickering, blood on his hands and a blade in his fingers that's being twiddled around like some toy. It only takes a second for Dean to process the situation and react.
Dean knows that charging a man with a knife isn't the best of ideas- but Dean Winchester always lived and went off on half-baked ideas. Some say it's a fatal flaw, but Dean rolls with it. It seems this time that was what he was supposed to do, as he tackles the alpha and throws the blade onto the kitchen tiles.
Cas is nowhere to be seen, maybe because Dean's throwing the alpha's ass outside, rushing down the steps and kicking him hard enough in the ribs for a crack and cry from the alpha hit the air. He's relentless, throws his face into the wood and gravel, curses and his anger spewing out of his mouth as the hit count keeps building. Dean let's all of his anger out on him- for trying to kidnap him at the bar, for making him feel violated. Maybe he's throwing some punches and lines in there aimed towards John, but it doesn't matter. There's a sick bastard lying between Dean's scuffed feet and he's going to make him fucking pay for what he's done.
Sirens are wailing in the distance, red and blue edging Dean's vision as he keeps going- he's probably in survival mode again but he doesn't care the slightest. All he can hear is the thumping beat of something like a war drum in his ears as it vibrates through his body and veins- all he can see are the limbs rushing around him, some even his still trying to hurt and attack the alpha that's being dragged away from him- head lolling to one side. It's all a blur afterwards, but by the end he's sitting on the porch steps with a blanket around him.
Dean's stressed, wants Cas- who's getting tended to in one of the ambulances, wants to just go the fuck back to bed as the police wheel out five other guys that are unconscious or wounded. Apparently, the alpha had brought some friends. Dean just huddles closer to himself under the bright orange shock blanket, trying to zero in on Castiel's scent so he feels like he's actually alive and not in some twisted version of reality. The omega's head is pounding and he's trying to process all that had just happened. People are whirring all around him as he just sits on the step, eyeing the ambulance Castiel's in for any sign the alpha is going to return to his side- where he fucking should be right now.
Dean nearly tackles Cas when he gets out of the ambulance, relief flooding over him as the familiar and calming scent wraps around him. He's gotten stitches on his forearm, all red and swollen from how they were newly formed. A growl rises from Dean's chest at the sight, but Castiel- the angel that he is- stops Dean from flipping some serious shit.
"Dean- it's alright." Cas puts a hand on Dean's tensed frame, "It's going to be okay."
Dean puts his forehead to the crook of Castiel's shoulders, breathing the scent he'd become so dependent on in the past few days. He feels sick- like he's about to vomit if he or the world doesn't stop moving, that his breath doesn't stay too long in his lungs and he just needs some time. Time to have Cas' arms wrap around him and hold him close while they both calm down and try to get back to normal life. Dean hums into the sweaty skin- the smell of blood and medical ointments filling his nostrils as it mixes with Cas' scent. It's a small moment, because the police are pulling them both away from each other- even though Dean's growling again and being set inside an ambulance to be evaluated.
His body feels like it's on fire right now, and the only thing that can help him get through the scorching flames are Cas. He's like lapping waves soothing the burn. Eyes whip towards him, and Cas is now growling ferociously at people around Dean. He's confused majorly as the police officers surround him and drag him away from Cas- the only damn thing Dean truly cares about and wants right now.
They put the omega in the back of a cop car and lock the doors, Dean cursing at them and fussing that there's no possible way of escape. For a moment, Dean thinks he might be going to jail- that somehow he's committed a felony and is getting time in the slammer, maybe his years from leaving Kansas are catching up to him- but he sees Cas and all his doubts are thrown away. He's trashing against people, his stitches starting to come undone under the bandages as the struggle continues, people trying to pin him down as he keeps fighting them. His eyes connect with Dean's and he sees how feral they are.
It hits him in seconds.
Cas is after him. He's in the cop car for protection, from Cas.
Why is Cas trying to get to him? Why is he slowly but surely making his way towards the car and screaming "mine" at the top of his lungs?
Dean's really fucking stupid sometimes, honestly.
He can smell it, the pheromones rolling off of him in waves, body trembling and the blanket around him too hot for his tastes. His clothes grit against his skin and make him shift uncomfortably. Dean's in the throes of a damned heat.
Dean pushes his back into the upholstery as he sees the fighting going on, Cas' eyes connecting with his several times and Dean cringes in the car. Cas- sweet and gentle Cas- is trying to force all of these people on him and get to Dean, and by the words being spat out at people and how Dean's supposed to be with Castiel are muffled by the glass and the flesh and cloth blocking him out. Dean can feel his breath blow back in face, sees it steam up the glass as he watches. It's a painful sight. To see someone so calm and collected before look like they're an animal because of what's happening around them- it's a lot to bare. Especially when it's Cas.
Eventually, they give a sedative to Castiel, his body slumping against the several police officers and medical personnel surrounding him.
The blanket around Dean's shoulders is wound tighter, even as they rush around him and take a drugged alpha up the porch steps. Dean's eyes connect with Castiel's one last time, but now the usual blue he's come to know and he remembered is returning- and he looks like he's mouthing Dean's name sluggishly as he's dragged back inside. The opposite direction Dean wants him to be going.
Dean hopes that things won't be fucked up from now on.
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