Hii guyss. :
I'm really sorry for how late this is. School had been a wreck, and now I'm a senior whoooo!
I hate to get my GPA up to reapply for HOPE, so yeah.. no time for writing. :
This chapter is hella short, but I figured I might as well just give you what I've already written.
Writer's block is still kicking my ass though.
Anyways, enjoy. I started summer break last Tuesday, my birthday was this past Sunday. Not a day to myself this week. Anyways,
Enjoy!
Sleep left as quickly as it came with the added pain and agony, which is the sun, shining brightly through the windows. With all of his effort, the Alpha peeled back his eyelids and winced as the sunlight hit directly into his moss eyes. He glared at the general area of the opened glass panels as if it had personally offended him—well, which in this case they had. Of course.
Groaning, he draped one arm across his face while fishing out across the bed with the other. Empty. He crumpled up the sheets in his fist and sighed dejectedly. Memories of last night flashed through his mind and heat spread throughout his whole body. It was embarrassing, how Jimmy had him wrapped around his little Beta finger in the matter of weeks, and yet…
Sigh. He really wished Sammy was with him now. Sammy would definitely know what to do...
Every fiber in his body missed his baby brother and with every single second passed, and with every single mile traveled further, he missed him that much more. The last time they saw each other wasn't the best moment, fists flying and all, but despite arguing, the brothers would always find a way to make up.
They always had, ever since his mother checked out. At least she went down fighting.
Regardless. If anything, the Alpha was proud of his kid brother. He could hold his own in a fight, but Sam? He was bound to be a stronger Alpha than he already was. He already looked the part, standing a good couple of inches taller than the older brother, muscles rippling with every movement making his expansive shoulders look broader.
His strong jaw and broody eyes pierced through anyone who looked his way. Quite honestly, his long, floppy hair gave him a childish demeanor completely taking away from his intimidating Alpha posturing.
The Alpha caught himself humming an Enochian tune that he would overhear Jimmy quietly singing to himself. Shit. Groaning, he flipped himself on his side, scenting the empty side. Stale. Obviously.
Now he understands the meaning of "not knowing what he's lost until it's gone."
"Sammy… what would you do?"
The last time the Alpha saw his brother was right before he went to find Cas. For his father… for himself, really. It's a wonder he hadn't been sniffed out as the Crowned Prince of Lauregaea.
Dean Henry Winchester. It's just a stupid name with a stupid title.
The whole contract mating was stupid. Sammy was downright "Hell hath no fury" on him too once he declared that he would ride out as a "Knight" to find the runaway Princess. But, he figured it was his duty as the Crowned Prince not only to fulfill such a binding contract, but to appease his Father's strong will as a loyal son.
The Kingdom came first and his Father came second. But, as his Alpha, it was only right to try and make his Father as happy as possible. It didn't help that John Winchester was very easy to upset.
Along with his tough attitude, losing his Omega mate was anything but triggering for John Winchester, ultimately revealing his primal, vicious, Alpha hand. It was only right to calm the Alpha in any possibly way, morals and consciousness be damned.
See, that was the only reason for accepting to mate the kid in the first place. It was bad enough to be sold off like cattle, but to a pup of all things? He was turning twenty-five soon, and Castielle, was practically half his age! It was disgusting, honestly.
Just because he was an Alpha and she was an Omega wasn't enough to warrant such a primitive ritual that would render all participants, willing and unwilling, happy. Seriously. Screw biology. It made the Alpha sick to his stomach to think that old men verging on death still found time to get their rocks off thinking about young Omega pups.
To think his most idolized Father had the same ideals made his stomach roil in disappointment. Especially given the circumstances that John was happily mated to an Omega, one he was truly broken up about after the fact. Double standards, he figures.
If Dean wasn't happy about it, Sam was even less amused when he discovered the contract deal. To say that he was pissed would have been a gross understatement to say the least.
"You're going where, exactly?" Sam whirled into the room, flinging Dean's bedroom door open like a storm whilst the older brother packed.
"Sammy, just relax." Dean tried to placate the younger Alpha.
"Don't pull that 'Sammy' crap on me! Where. The Hell. Are. You. Going? I'm not asking you again." Sam's hazel eyes were edging with a deep crimson, boring hard into the older man's emerald eyes. The room was becoming musty and stuffy all too fast.
If Dean wasn't an Alpha himself, he would've probably tucked tail and ran, but instead he was just getting a tad annoyed.
"… I'm going out to find Cas," Dean replied gruffly. A look flashed across Sam's eyes, quickly schooled before he could respond. He's beginning to think he knows why.
Sam scrunched up his face in self-righteous anger. Under normal circumstances, the older Alpha would have laughed at Sam's famous bitch-face, but at the moment, the room was slowly closing in.
One angry Alpha was bad enough, but put two in the same room, the room would stink up with Alpha pheromones.
"Seriously? She's been gone for almost a week. A week, Dean! She could be anywhere by now." Dean huffed, aiming his attention back towards his half-filled sack.
"Exactly why I'm riding out to find her. Anyways, if anyone is good for the job, it's me." Dean shoved a folded tunic a little rougher than necessary into whatever empty space he could find. Within a split second, a hand wrenched him back by the shoulder so he was facing forward, and before he could blink, Sam was stepping right into his space, teeth bared; their noses barely touching.
"What if she doesn't want to be found? Have you thought of that?" A growl rumbled deep from Dean's throat. The older Alpha shoved the younger back, causing him to stumble backwards. Just because he was taller didn't mean Dean was any more intimidated with his Alpha posturing.
"Of course I've thought about that! You think I'm an idiot?" Dean's upper lip curled back, revealing sharp fangs. Sam stood up straight, eyes narrowed towards his brother.
"At this point, yeah, I do… So what? You don't care, is that it? How would you feel if you were given no choice but to get saddled onto the first Alpha offered?"
"It would suck, alright?" Dean bit back. "I'm not an idiot, Sam." Given the slightly smug look on Sam's face, that was exactly what he was going for. Dean would be damned if his brother got what he wanted. Whatever the hell that was.
"Exactly. So what? Is this just a half assed attempt to make Dad proud? Another one of your crusades to try and make him happy?" Sam taunted.
"Don't talk about Dad like that." Dean growled as he shoved his brother again, this time stepping into his own space. Looking up, his brother's eyes flashed with amusement.
"This isn't going to change anything, you know that?
"So I should just give up?" Dean spat out indignantly. "Just because they couldn't find Gabriel doesn't mean I won't be able to find—" Before Dean could finish his words, he found himself sprawled out on the floor with his brother hanging overhead. The older Alpha pushed himself up into a sitting position before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Coming away smeared with blood, Dean spat out the remnants of iron from his mouth onto the hard floor.
Looking up, all the Prince could see was the raw pain and anger burning behind his younger brother's eyes. Instantly filled with regret, Dean pushed himself up slowly and slowly made his way to his brother, an apology sitting on his tongue.
"Sammy," Dean whispered laced with as much pain as he could muster. "I'm so sorry—"
"Don't." Sam spat with no expression. "Just… just don't." Dean felt a whine boil up from his throat, a response to the lack of smell coming from his baby brother.
Sam was frozen with no expression and his scent was laced with nothingness. He was regressing back into the pup that lost his best friend in the matter of days, and it was all Dean's fault.
His little brother was hurting because of him, even when he vowed to protect his brother from all pain and sadness and hurt ever since their mother died. He failed to keep the promise that he made with his mother on her death bed, and that alone just breaks his heart.
"You promised, Dean." With that, Sam turned and left his older brother to his own devices. No more yelling, no more slamming doors. Just nothing.
Sammy wouldn't look him in the eye. Not until the morning he decided to ride out.
Mounting Impala, Dean looked down from on top to see his Father's hard expression, a testament of the responsibility placed on Dean's shoulders in order to protect the peace. There was no pride, no love, just a son's responsibility, loyalty, and duty to the throne.
Dean could only bite his tongue to keep the words boiling in his gut from spewing out; that he refuses to chase after a poor, scared girl for a stupid contract, and that his father has become nothing but a broken shell of a man that he once was.
Keeping silent, he turned to look at his younger brother staring up with watery eyes and a trembling lip. Without hesitation, Dean clambered off of his horse and strode over to his brother, pulling him into an embrace. Sam clawed at his back and neck, silently sobbing into his shoulder.
"Shhh… I got you little brother." Tears sprung in the older Alpha's eyes, but he ignored them in favor of Sam's step to forgiveness.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I shouldn't have," Sam began to stutter as a wet patch formed in the collar of Dean's tunic. On normal circumstances, he would have grimaced and laughed, but at this point he relished in his brother's affections.
John could barely contain his sneer as he side-eyed his sons. It was unfitting of Princes to be so clingy and… wet. Coughing into a closed fist, Dean sighed exasperatedly. Squeezing his brother once more, he pulled back and looked into his brother's hazel eyes.
"I'll be back soon… and you know what? You won't even realize I've been gone," Dean attempted to put his brightest smile. Sam responded with a wet smile, strings of spittle connecting his teeth and snot running down his nose.
Dean grimaced playfully and ran his hand through Sam's hair, dragging it down the side of his face. Smiling once more, Dean refused to look at his father as he climbed back onto Impala and clicking his heels, leaving the Kingdom of Lauregaea behind.
If he shed any tears, there was no one around to prove it.
Sighing heavily, Dean turned to look at the empty side of his bed.
Empty. Like the fragmented remains of what he calls a life.
Pathetic like the way his father looks at him—the way his mother would look at him if she were alive.
He can't even find one little girl (let alone keep one little boy,) no matter how reluctant he is of searching for her.
A little soldier… just like Sam says he is. Dean is starting to believe that of himself.
Nothing is worth anything in his life anymore, except for Sam.
And now, it's Cas that he's looking for.
And as sick as the whole idea makes him, somewhere in the back of his mind—he's praying to the God or gods he doesn't believe in to grant him this one wish.
If only she were his True Mate.
If only this were all worth it in the end.
Yeah, yeah. It was short. But I am in the middle of writing like 3 different chapters (or have been...)
Whatever :P
I know you guys were anticipating something more, but don't worry. I'm getting back in the groove of things.
I know where I want the story to go, it's just I don't want to type it out.. yeah. Laziness. No excuse.
Anyways, I hope you liked it!
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