**Author's Note: _
Guest review : DID DEAN SEE THE KISS?
WHY YES. HE DOES.
Thought you guys deserved this since I uploaded such a pitiful ch. and I finished this early. Be proud. Or disgusted. I won't judge.
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Dean hated this fucking party.
All of these omegas are swarming around him and he feels as though he's drowned out. His baby is barely even visible from the porch, so many cars and people around her Dean can barely make out the roof. He grits his teeth, sitting on the porch steps and seething by himself. Most of the people are either inside trying to get in Castiel's dress pants or outside waiting for their turn. To Dean, it's disgusting.
Revolting even.
The beer in his hands is warming, the day ticking into the afternoon as the number of people only seems to remain constant. The omega on the steps doesn't want them to be here, not a single damn one of them- and decides he's going to tell Cas the party's over early.
But he stops as soon as he's in the doorway.
There's some female omega, pulling on the lapels of Castiel's suit and pressing his lips to hers. She's pretty, her hair almost as dark as Cas' as sheslots herself closer and flicks her tongue across the bottom of Cas' mouth.
Dean's stomach convulses, a burning rising in his throat. His heart stammers in his chest and all the oxygen leaves his lungs as he forgets how to even fucking breath. All he can do is stand and watch- watch as Cas pulls away and somehow, in the sea of people talking and and watching as Cas rejects the omega- their eyes met.
And it's painful.
In fact, fucking paralyzing. Dean's whipping around and out of the door as he rushes towards the Impala. He doesn't care- even as Cas yells for him to stop as Dean pulls the keys from his pocket and gets inside the car. Tires scrape against the gravel, sending rocks flying and people darting out of the way while Dean just floors it out of there.
He needs something. He figures it might be a beer- maybe even a whole bottle of vodka to down as he sits in a vacant corner of a roadhouse somewhere with Cas far from him and his mind. Instead, as he pulls up to some bar he saw driving into Lawrence about almost two weeks ago- he decides something else would do.
(-play song link now-)
Dean fixes himself up a little, and tries to get himself as horny as he possibly can in the Impala before busting through the doors like he owns the damn place- because he does. As the omega enters, heads whip around and eyes dilate towards him as he smirks, winking and taking a seat in one of the bar stools.
He hears whistles, knows eyes are on him, and orders himself alcohol. In moments, the bartender is having drink orders spewed his way to be given to Dean, and the omega loves it. A few alphas take the empty stools around him as his pheromones fill the air.
When Dean's drink arrives, he decides he's really going to do this- as he puts the straw into the amber liquid. The breaths in the room are strained as Dean places the straw to his lips, sucking and moaning as the burn hits his throat and mouth, even adding a flare by running his tongue in a circle around the end as he swallows.
An alpha actually faints in the corner.
"Where you're from- you sexy thing?" plays over through the bar and Dean smiles at the ironic song placement. (not sorry, guys.)
It's a bit of a blur, but eventually Dean's at the side of the bar with two alphas scenting him. He's thoroughly pleased, his skin being licked and pulled on by tongues and teeth- his body heating as it enters a bonding heat (it always does when Dean's getting jiggy, but usually he's embarrassed by it). His moans and gasps are splitting through the air as the alphas push him into the brick wall and he bucks his hips as he chants them on, voice sounding so pleading and broken. Dean's requests are eagerly met.
"Get the fuck off him." A voice, deep and booming making the alphas and omega jump.
When Dean feels the fingers and breaths leave his heated skin, he turns to see Castiel glaring at the offending alphas as though they're dog shit that got smeared onto his dress shoe. He growls, and it makes Dean's chest vibrate with it's power and volume from several feet away. The other alphas are off of him and leaving in seconds.
"Dean-" Cas is still angry, a little less so now that Dean is by himself- even though he's still turned on and breathing roughly against the wall, "what the fuck are you doing?"
"What's it to you?" Dean spat.
Castiel seems to be holding himself back, his muscles tensed and eyes stern as he glares at Dean as if the answer was obvious, "What's it to me? You in a damn bar- getting frisked by complete strangers like it's nothing!"
The omega's eyes narrow, "So!? You're fucking kissing all those people at the party- is it not okay if someone else other than you gets to just fuck anything?!"
"Is this-" Cas makes a expression and huff of disbelief- "is this over the kiss Meg forced me into? Dean- she kissed me! You think I wanted that?"
"Maybe you did!"
"You're acting like a damn child-"
"Maybe it's because no one's as grown up as you- look, I'm Castiel! I know everything and I've got the biggest knot in the world- how spot on am I?"
Cas narrows his eyes, "That's fucking low of you, Dean!"
Dean returns the hostility, "Yeah well- I guess you can say I've got a reason to kick you in the damn balls right now!"
"Why? Because some omega kissed me without my permission!?"
"Maybe because I came back to Lawrence and I expected nothing to come out of it-" Dean's voice is beginning to waver but he continues anyways, "that I was supposed to bury John and just fucking leave again. I never expected to end up going down your driveway and pressing your doorbell, to be going to you when all of the shit in my life came crumbling down on me and I had no one else. All of that- for you to just go off and forget that I'm even there! I was sitting outside on the porch by myself and feeling like I just disappeared all over again. Then I walk in and see this- what the fuck am I supposed to do Cas, what!?"
Castiel stops and stares at Dean, his anger and response catching in his throat as the omega stares at him. The air around him is still too hot, he's too horny to be fighting- but dammit Cas has got to get the message.
The alpha's eyes soften a little, "Dean I-"
"What? You're sorry, you didn't want this to happen? You deserve an award for your consideration, dude."
"Dean- I'm being serious."
"So am I!"
Castiel snorts, "Sometimes I really wonder why I try with you."
Dean balls his fingers into tight fists, "Why? Because I'm six shades of fucked up? I'm broken beyond all repair? That maybe you're finding someone who you think is worth your time more and isn't as damaged? All people come with baggage Cas- some just more so than others. So I'm fucking sorry if things that are out of my control are such a problem for you and your tight schedule!"
"That isn't what I meant Dean, and you know it! Stop twisting my words so I can fucking feel guilty about something I didn't do! Maybe you should take a damn second and think about someone other than yourself for a change!"
Dean zeros in on him, getting up into his face, "Fuck you Castiel Novak- for trying to even make me think that you cared- when all along you were no better than John."
He turns away, and Castiel tries following him, but Dean stops him short, "Just fucking stop it… If you even try looking for me, or call me up on the phone pleading and begging then just hang up before the first ring or turn around. Just forget it- forget me altogether. As soon as I cross that city line and pass that damned sign again- I'll be out of your life and worries. So don't even bother with trying to fix this, because it's beyond repair."
Dean walks towards the Impala, opening the door as Castiel just stands in the parking lot looking utterly lost, "And maybe-" he chuckles without humor, "I don't want it to be fixable."
The omega slams the door to the Impala, revving the engine and flooring it. His tires screeched against the asphalt as he watches Cas stare at him as he speeds off again. As Dean goes at least twenty over the limit- he feels like he can't fucking stop himself from just losing it.
Dean does as he once again passes the words: Lawrence, Kansas.
Song Name: You Sexy Thing (I Believe in Miracles) - Hot Chocolate
