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Trapped

Chapter 7

Through a Glass Darkly

From the end of chapter six:

Sam stood. "I claim him."

Dean put out a hand to his brother. "Sam, you don't need that on you. I deserve the chance to kill him. I remember the snow in my face when he dumped me on the ground at the Omega Run. I remember huddling naked behind some rocks listening to a bunch of alphas planning what they were going to do to me. I remember John's voice when he slung me out of his truck and tied me to that tree to die. I have more demons to exorcise than you. Leave the man to me.

Dean stood up and faced Sam and Bobby. "I'm going down to the panic room. I don't want either of you to follow me. This is mine."

"The man has haunted me all my life. I remember him when he and Mom were my world. Every day since her death he changed slowly into something I didn't even recognize. He abandoned us in favor of booze and blood. He raped me and left me to die. John had every intention of killing our child and you and Tristan are my life. We can't live in fear anymore Sam. I won't put our son through that."

"Every day John grew more like the monsters he hunted and all of the good man burned away in the fires of hell that he lit in his own soul. What is left down in the cellar is not worth saving."

Sam put out his hand and rested it on Dean's arm. "I don't want you carrying around the guilt of his death on your shoulders. If this act is going to eat you up I don't want you to carry the load alone. I'm your brother; let me do it for you. We survived our childhoods together, leaning on each other. Maybe it would be better if we just cut him loose and let his new friends take care of him for us. No guilt and no blood on our hands"

Dean shook Sam's hand off. "What if he stumbles out of here and tells people that I was the one who cut him up? No matter what you and Bobby and even Jody say, people will come after me. I am unnatural, they'll say; a bad example to other Omegas. I'll give the other Omegas ideas. They'll begin to think they have a right to defend themselves and their children."

Dean rubbed his brother's hand. "It's better this way. It's safer for you guys and for Tristian. Just stay up here."

Dean turned away and pulled out his favorite knife from his boot. He rinsed John's blood off and wiped it with a towel. He looked back at his family. "If you want to help, why don't you go build a Hunters pyre? We sure as hell don't want this one coming back to haunt us."

Dean opened the cellar door and clattered down the stairs. There was no noise from below and he felt a sense of dread washing over him. He was on his way to kill his own father, a crime so abhorrent that it even had its own name, patricide. He considered the possibility that this one act would be worthy of punishment in hell after he died or if the evil done to him would balance the scales and let him go free.

He unlatched the heavy door and pushed it open. John Winchester still sat in the straight legged chair in the middle of the room, his head down. He was in the dead center of a permanent devil's trap that Bobby had carved into the floor. The trap was renewed with mercury in the grooves each time it was used. The shadows thrown by the slowly turning ventilation fan overhead created an illusion of movement in the air.

Dean walked over to John and grabbed the man's shoulder. He shook John harshly and the man's head swung from side to side. "Wake up, you bastard." Dean growled. "The bitch is back to finish the job."

There was no response and Dean checked the carotid artery in John's neck for a pulse. He couldn't find one. Stepping back from John's body he scanned the blood all over Bobby's floor and tried to estimate how much of the five or six quarts of blood usually found in the human body John had lost. Dean decided that it looked like John had slowly bled to death. Dean hoped that it hurt like hell when the man's circulatory system collapsed. There was no one who deserved more to die in the dark, alone, than John Winchester.

Dean wondered if they could carve that epitaph on a marker somewhere on the property so that, in time, other people would know just how much the man's sons had hated him.

Dean left the body sitting in its own blood and returned upstairs. He found Sam and Bobby in the kitchen drinking coffee. He got a cup of his own and sat down at the table with them.

"He's dead." Dean said baldly. Sam put out a hand and stroked Dean's cheek.

"I'm sorry, baby." Sam whispered. "I should have insisted."

"Don't get all girly on me Sammy. He was dead when I got there." Dean rubbed his face against Sam's hand. "It looked to me like he bled out. Bastard probably did It to spite me."

"Bled to death, did he?" Bobby said as he got up to refill his cup. "couldn't have happened to a nicer guy."

"We still did it Sam," Dean looked into his lover's hooded eyes. "Don't forget you did your part when you shot him in the foot. Some of that blood on Bobby's floor is due to you. That's what you wanted, right? You wanted to share the load. I think you might have contributed maybe 8% or so."

Sam laughed. "I want 10% you responsibility hound."

"Whatever," Bobby commented as he sat back down. "When you two get over arguing the responsibility percentages remember we have to drag that body outside and burn it. I'd like to do it right at dawn so maybe we can get it down to ashes before Jody starts poking her nose around here again."

Sam's head came up. "Today's her big bust day, isn't it?' he asked.

"Yeah," Bobby replied. "We might just get a call later. She said she may want us along to try and see if we can identify anyone."

"I really don't think we saw anyone else other than the guys who came here, Bobby." Sam questioned. "She knows that. Why does she want us hanging around?"

"My best guess?" Bobby replied. "I think she wants Dean around to talk to any Omegas they find. Most Omegas won't talk to the law or to other Alphas. She thinks that they might talk to Dean."

Sam shifted. "Can she guarantee Dean's safety? Some Alphas might not appreciate us getting their Omegas to talk."

"When she brought it up yesterday she said that she would supply a closed trailer for the interviews for just that reason. She doesn't want anyone to see Dean getting involved. She knows it's not safe for him. Of course, she leaves it up to you; she has no idea of what Dean can do. She thinks he's simply a smarter than most Omega."

"How in the world did she get that idea, Bobby?" Dean asked "All she's ever seen of me is me sitting at the top of the stairs nursing Tristian."

Bobby took off his ball cap and slapped the dust off. "That might be my fault." he said. "I might have talked you up a little bit."

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The call from Jody came right at lunch time. She suggested to Bobby that she send a cruiser for all of them but Bobby turned her down. He thought it would be a lot less obvious if they all simply came into town in a van, the lovely little family going out to lunch.

Dean could wear his "mother Omega" clothes and bring Tristan along. Hopefully no one would pick up on him getting into Jody's trailer and they could keep Dean's involvement hidden. Jody agreed that the sneaky way was the best way and they decided to meet the trailer in the police station underground garage.

Dean got ready to go, dressing in the loose pants and the nursing blouse. Sam buckled on the collar and leash and Dean was ready to be seen in public with his baby in his arms. They ate their lunch and then piled in Bobby's vehicle for the short ride into the center of Sioux Falls.

Bobby stopped in front of the station and picked up a sealed envelope from the desk sergeant with a parking pass inside. Once inside the garage, hidden from prying eyes, one of Jody's female officers met them and opened up the trailer.

Even if Jody trusted Officer Luellen, having yet another cop let into Dean's secret world made the Winchesters nervous. Her name was Amanda and she thanked Sam profusely for allowing "his" Omega to help the police. Bobby rode in front with her while the Winchester kept their heads down in the back of the trailer.

They pulled up behind Red Slatterly's warehouse in the rail yard. Jody had received a warrant to search the warehouse for contraband. The judge had heard about the suspected drug trade and issued the warrant based on Jody's "Confidential Informant" tip. Imagine everyone's surprise when they actually found heroin and six naked Omegas in cages.

All of the Omegas were young and pretty and frightened to hell. All of them had been abused and were bruised and, in some cases, bleeding. None of them would talk to the police, even the female police, except for one. He had told the cops his name and the names of the other Omegas.

He said his name was Random. It was the only name he remembered. "I am Random". The other Omegas deferred to him, he was their leader. He also was the most damaged of all of them. Cuts, bruises and what looked like cigarette burns littered his face and chest. Jody didn't even want to look at his back. She just turned him over to the medics.

Before the Winchester arrived the Omegas had been medicated, fed and given clothes. When the trailer arrived and was parked as close as possible to the back door the Omegas were terrified. They all huddled together and only Random stepped forward. Whatever evil lay inside the closed trailer he was willing to face first for his little group.

Sam opened the trailer side door and waved Random forward. Sam smiled his sweet dimpled smile and tried to appear calm and non-threatening. Random raised his head and stepped up.

Once inside Random was almost vibrating with fear. He expected pain and was shocked to be led over to a group of soft chairs placed in a circle. He sat down and faced his expected evil and found himself face to face with Dean, another Omega and an Omega who nursing a baby.

Dean got Random to speak to him and learned Ransom's long sad story. The pretty brunette with the dark brown eyes had presented as an Omega early, right at puberty and the last six years of his life he had been bought and sold by master after master. Not a single Alpha had treated him like a fellow human being. He had birthed a son at fourteen and he knew only that it was a boy from the brief glimpse he had of the child in the delivery room.

He was chattel, traded for higher and higher prices as he grew into a beautiful young man. After the birth of his son and the formation of a permanent vagina his value had shot off the charts. His last Alpha had money but no brains. Random believed he was pregnant again and the Alpha had him taken to Dr. Roarer. Roarer had alerted his slaver friends about the prize piece of ass and they had broken into the Alpha's hotel suite two months ago and carried Random away.

Dean was impressed by Random. He recognized the strength of character that allowed this Omega to survive. He was a natural leader and knew the names and locations of the other five Omegas he was protecting. Some he had protected in truth, taking beatings and rapes in place of some of the weaker ones. Some of them owed their very lives to his fearless self-sacrifice.

Random stayed beside Dean and the other Omegas were brought in one at a time to confirm their identities and where they were from. Some were from other states; some hundreds of miles away. Slattery had evidently looked for his "merchandise" with a connoisseur's eye. The slaver had been getting ready for this Omega auction for months.

Dean asked each Omega in turn what they wanted to do. Other than Random the Omegas were shocked. No one had ever asked them to make a decision before and they almost panicked when he asked them.

Random took charge. One of the Omegas was married to his Alpha and Slattery had bleached out his widow's mark. He just wanted to go back. The other four claimed to also want to return to their Alphas where they felt safe. A couple of them had children waiting for them.

Dean asked Sam to bring Jody to them. Once the Sheriff was there the other Omegas stopped talking and lowered their heads. Random stood up and faced her. "They all have homes they want to go back to." He told her. "Everett over there has a husband and children. The rest want to go back too, even little Mark."

Little Mark was a child-like creature of no more than thirteen years, if that. He was a pretty little wide-eyed boy who Slattery's men had all liked best. Some of Random's most serious injuries had come from trying to protect Mark from the rapists.

Jody hemmed and hawed. Random might have been the first Omega she had ever talked to directly without an Alpha present and she was uncomfortable.

When Dean also stood and looked her in the eye she blinked. "Well, you guys are certainly a new breed of Omega for sure. I can see how you would disturb the status quo."

"I think you should demand that their Alphas marry them all before your return them." Dean said. "Can you do that?"

Jody put her hands on her hips and gave the idea some thought. "Technically I can't keep them away from their owners." She finally said. "I can suggest that they get married as a safety measure so they can all be tattooed with the mark. We can perform the marriages as the Alphas arrive to pick them up. Everybody is going to have to come back for the trial though. We'll need their Alphas to testify to the violence of the kidnappings and the identity of the kidnappers."

Jody heard the muttering and shuffling of the Omegas. "Don't worry. None of you will have to testify. Your Alphas can do it for you and the medical personnel will testify as to your injuries. My officers will describe the cages you were kept in and the conditions you all endured. None of you will have to speak in public." The tension in the room lessened at Jody's words.

Jody turned to Random. "You have a different problem. When they took you from the hotel your Alpha ran after them. They killed him and a report is on file. If you can pick out the guys who took you we can try to get them on trial for his murder. All you have to do is see if you can identify them. You can't actually testify in court. Current law won't validate an Omega's testimony."

Random shrugged. "My last Alpha was just another rich bastard with kinks. I was as lucky to survive him as I was to survive the slavers."

Jody looked down at her hands sadly. "After that I guess I'll just have to turn you over to State custody. You don't have an owner. I have no one to release you to."

Again Random shrugged and seemed to brace himself. "Typical. I suppose I'll just have to survive again. Sooner or later I'll build up the courage to kill myself and this shitty life will be done. The only thing I'll regret is never having met my son."

Bobby stepped forward and placed a hand on Jody's shoulder. "Jody, I think we can handle this. I'll give you fair common price for a state Omega and then you can marry him to me. We'll get him registered and tattooed and then he can come home with me, Dean and Sam. We'll see to it that he's kept safe."

Random stared at Bobby. "What, you want to be my Alpha now?"

"No, boy," Bobby answered. "I don't want to be anybody's Alpha. I'm just going to see that you're kept safe because I think that Dean likes you and Dean needs a friend sometime."

Bobby turned to Jody. "Does that solve that problem?"

Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. (King James Version of the Bible)

Corinthians 13