Hey! A big thank you to all the reviewers, favourites, followers and those of you who are just reading a long :) I hope you are all still enjoying this, as we have very far to go. This chapter is a plot starter, and I'm a little frustrated with it... but if I read it one more time I might delete it and start again, meaning longer waits, and it such a silly wee chapter that I've decided 'fuck it!'.

So I hope it's not too awful :)

Chapter 10

Castiel woke to warm hands rubbing his stomach lightly, making him shiver. He heard Dean chuckle behind him softly, his hot breath ghosting onto the back of Castiel's neck and over his shoulder.

Castiel wasn't sure if he could ever wake up on his own again. He felt so safe and wanted. It was nice.

Different.

Castiel couldn't help his smile as he thought about the night before. Dean had been so excited about them sharing a bed, but Sam didn't seem to care for his enthusiasm about the situation. He had complained mildly, and Castiel could tell that he was more happy to see Dean smiling than annoyed that he'd brought his Omega friend home.

Dean had been rather frisky though, which had Sam immediately regretting his compliance. They had argued and Sam had begged Dean to take Castiel out to the car if they were going to 'do it dogystyle'. Dean had informed him that he'd rather the missionary position so he could see Castiel 'come apart', which then resulted in Sam and Dean wrestling on the floor between the two beds.

Dean won, meaning he and Castiel shared a bed.

And Dean had kindly left on his boxers, apparently giving Castiel special treatment since he usually slept naked.

Castiel had blushed in response, again.

Castiel could honestly say he had never been happier in his life. The thought that someone like Dean could want him, Castiel, a male Omega, was just overwhelming.

Castiel sighed happily when Dean snuggled closer, burying his face into the back of his head, kissing his hair lightly. Dean's hands were now sliding provocatively down Castiel's front, resting boldly on the waistline of Castiel's boxers. Castiel's breath hitched when one of Dean's adventurous fingers slipped underneath.

"Dean." He hissed trying to pull away.

"Sh." Dean just snuggled in further, kissing Castiel's t-shirt covered shoulder. "You'll wake Sammy." Dean whispered.

"I'm already awake Dean." Castiel felt Dean flinch, and give a muffled laugh.

"I think we need different rooms." Dean muttered as Sam kicked the mattress making both Dean and Castiel bounce a little.

"Can you afford that?" Sam asked, now thumping around the place, picking up shirts and smelling them.

"No..." Dean grumbled before kissing his way up Castiel's neck, making the boy squirm in embarrassment.

"Then keep it in your pants." Sam slapped his brother on the face, making the older Winchester pull Castiel over him so that he could hide beneath him.

"Hey, I'm not a shield!" Castiel complained half heartedly, enjoying the way Dean was now carelessly laughing into his back as Sam attempted to pinch his thigh which was laying on the bed uncovered. Dean wriggled around, trying to find someway to get Sam to quit it when the younger wolf suddenly stopped.

"For God's sake Dean!" Sam then hurtled into the bathroom, his face flushing.

"What did you do?" Castiel asked accusingly. Poor Sam was so innocent.

"What? The way you're rubbing up on me, how did he not know it would get me- "

"Dean!" Castiel gasped when Dean evidenced his cut off explanation by thrusting against Castiel.

"It's your fault I'm hard." Castiel tried to push Dean off the bed, but only somehow seemed to make an opportunity for Dean to slip between his arms. Dean then flipped them, their bodies slotting together like they had been cut from the same puzzle, and kissed him enthusiastically, making Castiel go weak and pliant.

And then Dean wasn't the only one in an uncomfortable state of arousal.

"Jesus! Guys!" Poor Sam indeed. "Dry humping? Really? I need a job... And a fucking room of my own." Sam muttered, slamming the bathroom door shut again.

"Language. Bitch!"

...

Dean kissed Castiel one last time before the two had to part for their fourth class of the day. Castiel hated that Dean wasn't in his English class, because if there was ever a class when Castiel needed Dean the most, it was bloody English.

The seating arrangements had recently changed, meaning Castiel was now stuck sitting next to Dick Roman, a way of the teacher exacting her revenge on Dick for carrying on with his friends. But of course, no one asked Castiel if he wanted to be the punishment, like his life wasn't an absolute nightmare because of that stupid, ignorant Alpha enough already.

Castiel sighed a he pushed through the crowds, heading up to the second floor to his class. The odd comment was thrown his way in relation to yesterday's public show of affection from Dean, but Castiel couldn't seem to keep the smile off of his face, despite how rude and hurtful some people were being.

It all just didn't matter anymore, like he wasn't really here. He was somewhere very high up, above all this hate and prejudice.

Castiel quickly moved to the back of his class and settled himself in his place, pulling out what he needed for the class before Roman sauntered in with a couple from the football team. He laughed ignorantly loudly, tripping a poor Beta boy up as he tried to pass them to get to his seat. God Castiel wanted to just rip that smug smile from that stupid face.

"Hey loser." Dick sat down next to Castiel, bumping his shoulder off him forcefully. Castiel just ignored him as usual, refraining from rubbing his now throbbing shoulder. Stupid Dick... "Let Dean knot you yet?" Dick sneered. Castiel rolled his eyes. "I hope not." Dick was now learning, almost close enough to whisper in his ear. "I'd hate to see you in pain when I knot you myself." Castiel balked as he pulled away from Roman.

"Fuck off Richard." Castiel growled, his hackles rising.

"Hey now pup. Just stating fact here." Castiel scowled at him before trying his best to stare out of the window and pretend he couldn't hear the arrogant wolf. "My father was actually round seeing your brother last night." Castiel spun round to look at Dick. "Said you weren't in. Your brother seemed pretty hopeful about your chances with another wolf, presumably Dean, but unfortunately, he doesn't get to decide who you mate with when you turn eighteen, aren't I right?" Castiel swallowed hard. There had been laws put in to protect Omega's under the age of eighteen, but once an Omega reached that milestone, their guardian Alpha lost all rights to decide their mating and they were left for any Alpha to take.

"You wouldn't." Castiel couldn't believe that Dick would want him.

"'Fraid so pup." Castiel started to shake his head.

"No. No! That's not fair! You don't even want me. Your just doing this purely so I'm not happy!" Castiel hissed, unable to contain his rage.

"Now that's no way to speak to your Alpha, Castiel. I will let it slip this time, but there will not be a next time." Castiel scoffed at Dick's confident words.

"There will not be a next time because you!" Castiel jabbed a finger into Dick's chest. "Are not my Alpha!" Castiel pushed himself out of his chair, grabbed his stuff and stormed passed the teacher and out of the classroom, ignoring her shouts for him to stop.

Castiel felt his eyes fill with tears as he fumbled around in his bag, trying to find his phone. He cursed as he dropped to the ground, yanking it open and finding it lodged inside one of his books. He quickly called Michael.

"Cassie?"

"Dick Roman?!" Castiel heard his brother sigh heavily on the other side of the phone at his outburst.

"Castiel, I'm at work, in case you had forgotten. Can we speak about this later?" Michael sounded more exasperated than annoyed.

"Later? Were you ever going to tell me?!" Castiel was storming through the corridors heading to the front door, suddenly feeling a little too claustrophobic.

"Of course I was. In fact, I was planning on stopping by tonight." Michael coughed, his muffled apologies to his co-workers as he too seemed to be heading outside.

"No. Now!" Castiel couldn't help his shouting, tears now streaming down his cheeks. Castiel was now pushing through the front doors, heading out into the car park. He heard Michael sigh.

"Your eighteenth birthday is in two weeks. A couple of people have offered a large sum of money for me to keep you unmated 'til then, so that they can compete in a thrill of the chase for you. I told them all to get lost of course, that I've already chosen your mate, but it has been rather hard to get them to actually leave as of late. The Roman pack however are just another set who want to be the best, and owning a male Omega apparently makes them more powerful? I'm not sure how that works out, but I've been told it does." Castiel couldn't stop walking as he paced up and down the length of the car park, listening to his brother. "Dick's dad came with Zachariah, who by the way, has been informing every Alpha in the area about your up and coming birthday. I'm so sorry little brother. But things are going to get pretty horrible soon." Castiel stopped dead, his muscles tensing as he looked around himself. There was no one in the area, obviously everyone in the school, but Castiel still felt exposed. In two weeks, Alphas would compete to mate him.

Mate him against his will.

Castiel only wanted Dean, but to ask for Dean to mate with him in the next couple of weeks was a bit much. Dean had only just come to terms with being gay, never mind only knowing Castiel for a couple of months.

If even.

Castiel felt sick.

"Cassie?" Castiel felt his knees go week as he slid to the ground. "Castiel?" Michael sounded worried.

"Yeah. I'm here." Castiel felt a cold sweat come over him. "I..."

"It's okay. I know this sucks, but we'll sort this somehow. We could even talk to Dean?" Castiel felt his heart clench tightly. "I may have told a couple of the other Alpha's already that you and he were ready to- "

"No."

"Oh Castiel, be reasonable."

"I said no!"

"But he could be your only chance at a choice!"

"I am not shackling Dean to me for such a selfish reason. That's a big step for an Alpha. And what if our bond is pretty strong? He won't be able to have sexual relations with anyone without experiencing pain. I can't do that to him, I just can't!" Castiel could feel himself shivering as he pulled his knees up to his chest.

"That is not your choice to make alone. You have to talk to Dean. You are in a relationship with him now and that means you need to be honest with him. You told him about Lucifer, so this is nothing really."

"But Dean will probably do anything it takes just to keep me safe now. He's the self sacrificing type."

"Jesus, it really is a pot kettle situation with you two isn't it."

"I..." Castiel rested his arm across his knees and let his forehead rest on it. "I don't know what to do." Castiel felt so powerless.

"I know. That's why I'm telling you. You have to give Dean the chance to decide. It is up to him what he decides." Castiel began to sob, so many worries and terrible possibilities.

"I can't!" Castiel choked out, his body shaking with his tears.

"You can. Look..." Castiel heard Michael jingle some keys. "I can come get you, take you home. We'll work this out together, I promise." Castiel laughed bitterly in reply.

"No, no. That's alright. I'm sorry. It's okay. I'll..." Castiel sighed as he realised he had subconsciously sat down next to Dean's car. "I'll... talk to Dean."

"If you want to wait until I'm there just say." Castiel wiped his eyes as he looked back the school.

"Nah. Its going to be lunch next and I don't feel like moving so I'm sure he'll know there's something wrong when he finds me and we know how bad I am at lying directly." Castiel slumped as he checked the time, realising he still had forty five minutes left until then.

"Okay." Michael sounded defeated. "Just don't let these guys ruin what you and Dean have. Let the truth have its day. See what happens." Castiel nodded, then remembered he was on the phone and mumbled his agreement.

The two brothers said a quick goodbye when someone started shouting on Michael, demanding he return to the board meeting that Castiel had interrupted. Castiel just remained where he was, balled up and silent as he stared off into the distance.

He was so screwed.

...

Dean jogged towards Castiel's class, desperate to be back in the Omega's presence. It was insane the strength of the withdrawal symptoms he seemed to have when the boy was out of sight never mind at the other end of the school. He couldn't help his smile as he pushed through the people heading out to lunch, eventually reaching Castiel's class.

"Looking for someone?" Dean rolled his eyes as he tried to step round Roman and a couple of his followers. Dean could never remember their names, referring to them as numbers when playing football and giving orders.

"Fuck off Roman." Dick moved into Dean's path again, making the Alpha growl threateningly.

"He took off." Dean frowned. "Was just informing him of his impending doom in two weeks and he ran. Like a coward. Thought he would go straight to you, but turns out he can't even face you!" Roman was laughing hard, his two lackeys joining in though Dean doubted they knew what the joke was.

Dean cursed as he turned to head towards Castiel's usual hiding places.

"You don't know do you?" Dean tried so damn hard not to turn and punch Dick right in the face. "Dear oh dear. Dean, Dean, Dean." Dick started to laugh mockingly, making Dean tense up. He could feel his wolf bursting through, making his blood burn. He didn't stop walking however, not taking the bait. "He's eighteen in two weeks." Dean stopped dead. "Which means a free for all." Dean could feel his temper snap.

Dean heard himself growl, Roman suddenly against a wall, Dean's fist connecting with his jaw hard enough to break it. He could feel Roman's followers pulling him back, but they were no match for him as he shrugged them off.

"If you've got something to say then just say it." Dean growled out.

"Even if you do mate with him, it won't make a difference. If I don't get him, someone else will take him. All bets are off when he's eighteen and you can't watch him all the time." Dean broke a couple of Roman's ribs and his nose before dropping him to the floor.

"You fucking stay away from him, d'ya hear?" Roman started to laugh, gurgling slightly with all the blood pouring from his nose before he healed.

"It's not just me who'll be after him." Roman sneered as he let his head fall against the wall. "I bet he's off whoring somewhere right now. Whether by choice or not is something else..." Dean had stopped listening as he made his way to the cafeteria, looking in quickly to see if he could find Castiel before heading to the library.

...

Castiel leant against Dean's car, his legs sprawled out in front of him. He had his eyes closed tightly, trying to calm himself for his big talk with Dean. Being an Omega sucked...

"Well hey now looky here!" Castiel's eyes snapped open when he heard Gordon call out to him, the boy's awful scent now reaching him. Damn wolf was like a ninja at times... "So where's lover-boy?" Castiel sighed as he let his head drop, wishing the world would just hurry up and end his life. "A bit of a stupid move leaving the building without him. You know he's the only reason your still kicking about." Gordon spat at the ground next to Castiel's feet, laughing. Castiel then looked up to see how many he would be fighting off today, and was pleasantly surprised that it was just him a Gordon. He had a better chance when no one was holding him down. "Could see your little heart breaking from my class up there." Gordon pointed back at the school. "Was desperate to come out and tear you to pieces, but to many witnesses. But now everyone's at lunch so..." Castiel yelped when Gordon grabbed him by the hair, yanking him until he was standing again.

Castiel didn't even bother to fight back as Gordon thrust him against Dean's baby, silently hoping that neither of them scratched the paint work.

Dean would be devastated.

"Now we're going to do this nice and slow. You're not going to like it, and I doubt Dean will find us in time..." Castiel hissed when he felt the burning sensation of silver cut into the skin of his left side, followed by cool air when he realised Gordon had fisted his hand in his t-shirt, lifting it. "How long do you think it will take for you to bleed out?" Castiel huffed out a breath when Gordon kneed him in the stomach, his eyes prickling with tears.

He was still surprised he was even capable of crying anymore.

Another burning slash was cut into his other side, the blade slipping in a little deeper this time. Castiel writhed and tried to free himself from Gordon, his body trembling in fear, his mind swimming with the shock of what was happening.

Gordon actually wanted him dead!

"Hey!" Castiel sagged against Dean's car when Gordon released him, shoving his knife in his boot before stalking off round the back of the school. "Cas?" Castiel looked up to see Dean racing to him. "Fucking..." Dean pulled Castiel to his feet and hugged him tightly, pulling Castiel's arms away to see the damage that Gordon had done.

"Dean, I- " Castiel tried to assure his friend that he was okay, but Dean was ignoring him as he yanked up Castiel's t-shirt, cursing as he wiped some of the blood away with his hands. Castiel looked down to see that they were not very deep, just enough to break the skin. The blood would clot easily, meaning he didn't need to go to the nurse.

"What the hell are you doing out here on your own!" Dean was now holding Castiel face in his hands tenderly, before kissing him soundly. Castiel's muffled response was lost as Dean pushed Castiel against his car with his hips, making Castiel groan. "Was looking everywhere for you." Dean muttered between kisses. "Then find you here being harassed by that Dick." Dean rest his forehead against Castiel's, their breath mingling. Castiel shuddered a little at their closeness, still trying to process that they were together in this way now. "He fucking cut you man. I'm going to kill him."

"Dean." Castiel chastised.

"Don't 'Dean' me. You're mine now, ya here? And I'll fucking kill anyone who touches you, even if it seems innocent." Castiel rolled his eyes in response. Dean then rechecked Castiel's new additional cuts, frowning as he gently traced them. "They seem to be closing up, probably end up faint when they heal." Dean hugged Castiel against him tightly. "So what are you doing out here and not at class? Not like you to skip." Castiel sighed having hoped Dean wouldn't ask.

"Dick was being a dick." Dean laughed softly.

"Does he know how to be anything else?" Dean joked, rubbing his nose affectionately against Castiel's cheek. "I bumped into him before I came looking for you. He wasn't taunting you about your birthday was he?" Dean new exactly why Castel had ran out of class, he had just hoped Castiel would have talked to him about it already. Dean realised quickly though that Castiel was probably nervous about the implications.

"I uh..." Castiel scratched the back of his neck nervously. "He told you huh?" Dean nodded. "I was going to tell you, but not now." Dean frowned at Castiel's words.

"Why not? This is pretty important." Dean argued.

"I know, but it means if we don't mate within the next couple of weeks we might never, and I didn't want you doing it because you felt like you had to. I don't really know what you want, and I worry that this is just a one time thing, what if you move on and your mated to me? That will never go away and I hear it can be painful to engage in sexual acts with anyone that is not your mate. I don't want that for you. I don't want to trap you or hold you back, I don't- " Dean silenced Castiel with a powerful kiss, the force and passion of it making Castiel's head spin. Castiel was still amazed with the things Dean could do with his tongue. He tried to fight back a little, Dean's dominance making an inappropriate fire burn within him. His skin was tingling as if he was being electrocuted, his body stiff with anticipation.

"Don't you feel that?" Dean asked breathlessly. "Don't you feel what I feel every time we do this? That nothing could be more right?" Castiel gulped, blue locking with green. "I feel like I'm on fire, like my blood burns me, and every time our skin touches its like a shock of pleasurable static I've never experienced before with anyone, and I've been with a lot of girls, and I've done a lot of things, and nothing even comes close to comparable with what we have." Castiel blushed furiously as Dean began to leave open mouthed kisses on his neck, his hot breath making him shiver. "When I think of you, I can't keep the smile from my face. I race to your classes to see you as soon as possible, I feel sick and cold when your not around. I haven't had nightmares for the last few days! Especially last night, all because of you." Dean's hands were now sliding under Castiel's t-shirt, the younger boy's breath catching in his throat. "And If you tell anyone I said any of this mushy crap, I'll deny every word." Dean gave him a mock glare, reminding Castiel of the 'no chick flick moments' rule. Castiel couldn't help but laugh, though this quickly turned to moan when Dean pressed his thigh against his hardening length. "And I'll never get sick of you. Never get sick of this." Dean palmed Castiel through his jeans, the younger teen gasping and scrambling to get his arms around Dean's neck to stabilise himself. Castiel began to pant and groan as Dean continued to rub him, the older teen laughing throatily. "Never get sick of the noises you make." Dean then pressed himself against Castiel, their lips crashing hungrily. It didn't take long before the pair were a rutting mess, both of them so very close to completion.

"Dean!" Castiel gasped as he tried to push him away. "Dean, I'm gonna..." Dean slowed his thrusts, groaning in frustration. "We can't here." Dean nodded in understanding, trying his best to ignore Castiel's raging pheromones.

"Tonight." Castiel chuckled at Dean's predatorial smile.

"What about Sam?"

"Fuck Sam."

"I'd rather not."

"Did you just make a dirty joke?" Castiel blushed. "Baby, if you keep this up I'm not promising we'll make it until tonight."

"Dean."

"What?"

"You call you car baby. Would you fuck your car?" Dean had to think for a moment, though to be honest he was more distracted about the way Castiel said 'fuck'. "Dean!" Castiel playfully slapped his shoulder.

"It depends."

"Dean." Castiel groaned, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. Dean laughed heartily.

"Nah, only you from now on." Castiel suddenly didn't seem to be so happy, which was the exact opposite of what Dean was aiming for. "Cas?"

"Can we wait?" Dean frowned, wondering if Castiel was scared that Dean would hurt him.

"Cas, I'd never force you or hurt you, you know that right?" Castiel rolled his eyes again in response.

"Of course I know you wouldn't, but I want you to make sure this is exactly what you want before I come off my suppressants, so I can go into heat and we can mate properly." Dean sighed loudly. "I just, once I do that there will be no going back. My heat will hit, probably harder than usual because I've never come off of them since Michael started getting them for me a few years ago. You probably won't be able to back out if your with me, and if you decide at the last minute you don't want to and never even turn up, I could die with the lack of stimulation."

"You could die?" Castiel nodded at Dean's shocked question.

"It's one of the side affects of supressing everything. The longer you do it for, the worse and more dangerous the heat when you do stop them. It will be fine if your there to take care of me, but sometimes toys are not enough." Castiel blushed heavily.

"Toys?" Dean quirked an eyebrow, his eyes lighting up.

"Shut up."

"What kind?" Castiel scowled.

"Dean." He warned, his blush increasing.

"Do they vibrate?"

"Dean!"

"What? I'm just curious."

"You are infuriating."

"I just want to know what I'm up against." Dean's sly smirk made Castiel regret ever mentioning toys. Not that he remembered saying anything about having any.

Whether he did or not was irrelevant.

"How big are they?"

"Dean!" Castiel pushed him away stomping away from the car.

"Hey, hey I'm only joking." Dean's smile was bright as he grabbed Castiel's wrist and tugged him back into his arms. "I'm not going to back out, but we can leave it as long as you like. Though I would suggest the day before your birthday so I don't have to fight the whole place off." Castiel rolled his eyes.

"I doubt there will be much competition. No one wants me apart from you for whatever reason." Dean scoffed at Castiel's self degrading.

"That's not what I hear. I've heard a few talk about what they'd do to you if they got there hands on you. Course I politely informed them that doing so would result in a world of pain." Castiel huffed a laugh.

"I'm sure you did." Castiel felt hot lips scorch his neck, his libido kicking in again. "You're going to have to stop that." Castiel stifled a moan when Dean's hand began to wander. "Dean..." Castiel pleaded.

"You suck Cas." Dean pulled away, his mind feeling a little fuzzy from all his horniness. "Okay, two weeks. But we can still have some fun until then right?" Castiel rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time this conversation alone.

"Well duh." He smiled brightly at the Alpha.

...

The rest of the day had flown in for Castiel, his smile returning with a vengeance for his last couple of classes. Dean had walked him to his fifth class and picked him up again like a personal bodyguard, and they had shared sixth together.

Much to Castiel's relief they didn't bump into Gordon, but Dean was still determined to give him a beating.

Castiel now lay in Dean's arms, just enjoying the heat and safety the boy's muscled and solid body brought. He let his fingers dance on his strong chest, Dean humming as he relaxed further into the mattress. They were alone for an hour, Sam having apparently made up with his 'girlfriend', as Dean kept calling her though Castiel was unsure of their official status, and were currently at the library 'studying'.

"Cas?" Castiel shifted onto his elbow so he could lean up and look down into Dean's eyes. "Where is Lucifer now?" Castiel rolled his eyes as dropped back to his previous position, wanting nothing more than to forget everything. But Dean was worried. He could tell, and it was a nice change he supposed.

"We don't know." Castiel had spent many years looking over his shoulder for the thing of his nightmares, every door slam, every shout or innocent scream a terrifying signal for the potential return of Lucifer. It had been strange that he had not turned up, Lucifer not being one to really let things go so easily.

Castiel had always hoped he had grown bored.

"Don't know? So he could be anywhere?!" Dean was now sitting up, holding Castiel by the shoulders, eyes wide with fear.

"Yup." Castiel had long ago accepted that he would return, and he would jump off that bridge when he came to it. But for now, he was going to live in the moment, and not allow possibilities and what ifs to dictate his life.

"And you're okay with this?" Dean seemed to be amazed with Castiel's reaction, but Castiel didn't have the energy to cry or freak out anymore over Lucifer. So he just shrugged.

"There's nothing we can do. If he turns up, he turns up. And I'll deal with it then." Dean did not seem to be comforted by Castiel's words, his expression unchanging.

"Cas..."

"Look Dean, I'm not wasting another moment of my life worrying about the future. I'm happy now, for the first time in years, maybe even ever, and I just want to enjoy this." Castiel pointed his finger between them both, trying to show Dean just how important this all was to him. "No one knows what's going to happen. Maybe Lucifer will come back, maybe Zachariah will corner me and I'll be stuck in a correction camp or dead. Maybe you'll decide that you in fact prefer the boobs to the dick and you up and leave, or maybe everything will work out and this will go on for years, maybe until we both die. But no matter what happens, I want to remember now. Savour these times we have because we might not have them again." Castiel did not expect to be pinned to the bed, nor Dean's desperate kisses that left him struggling for air. Dean was never one for words, but that did not mean that he didn't get his point across.

Dean's hands were under his t-shirt and pushing it up, signalling he wanted it gone. Castiel sucked in a breath as Dean suddenly ran a trail with his tongue down his chest, stopping abruptly when saw the mess of pale scars.

"Cas... I hadn't realised they were this bad..." Dean pulled the shirt up further, his fingers trailing a few rather nasty looking ones.

"Not all me." Castiel tried to defend, and then regretted it when Dean's eyes looked so pained.

"Lucifer." Dean let his fingers trace over the younger boys hips, feeling his heart break at the 'MINE' that was carved into his skin just above the waistline of his boxers. "Fuck." Dean rubbed the skin tenderly, feeling rage build within him.

"Dean, I..." Castiel felt so lost as he tried to scramble in his brain for some way to make Dean understand that he was fine. That this was nothing, and that they could get past it.

Did Dean want to get past it? It was pretty ugly...

Castiel felt his skin goose bump as Dean trailed loving kisses along the letters, as if trying to sooth the pain that might still be there. He then trailed kisses on the other scars, though his curiosity seemed to peak with each one.

Castiel took a deep breath and leant up on his elbows, looking down at Dean who was now staring at him, his eyes filled with unshed tears. This was a profound moment in Castiel's life, and he would never forget it.

"You have to understand that when I did this," Castiel ran his fingers over the more erratic and thinner scars, "I was convinced no one would ever see me naked again. I was so sure that no one would want me, that I was only good for being used, and I had decided to be alone. I figured it would be safer, and that no one would really have any objections either." Castiel felt his heart skip as Dean lunged at him again, dropping his shirt and stuffing his hands into Castiel thick and already quite messy hair, his lips smashing into Castiel's in a desperate attempt to silence him.

"Jesus Cas..." Dean pulled back and began to rub his nose along Castiel's cheek, catching a tear or two.

"I'm so sorry. If I had known we would be here now, I would have relented so as to spare you this. But unfortunately you came four years too late." Castiel's smile was soft, but his eyes spoke volumes of hurt and loneliness that Dean had to look down to his clothed chest again.

It was too much. Castiel was so broken that Dean wasn't sure he could really help the poor guy. He had demons of his own, and Castiel deserved so much better. Castiel deserved to be loved and protected. He could do that right?

But would it ever be enough?

"Dean?" Castiel's voice was so quiet that Dean had to look up and check Castiel's face to see if there was any signs he had just spoken. Dean regretted it immediately however when he saw the rawness of those blue eyes, a pain wrenching his heart dry. Dean surged forward once again to connect their lips, silently cursing himself for ruining their mood. He could get it back though, show Castiel that he didn't care about any of it. That he would protect Castiel with his life against anyone, including Lucifer. Especially Lucifer. That Dean would accept Castiel for who he was, scarred or not.

After all, Dean wasn't without his own.

Dean kissed Castiel softly at first, their tongues dancing together like they had been made for each other, Castiel submitting perfectly when Dean wanted him to and attempting to dominate when Dean least expected it, making shivers run through both of them. One such shiver had just burst between them, making Castiel moan quietly, their nether regions lining up and slotting together, that feeling like they were the only two pieces of a electrifying puzzle happening again.

Their kisses became stronger, more urgent as they continued to wrap themselves around each other, Castiel proving to be quite the octopus when brought out of his shell. Castiel had even flipped them at some point, now sitting in Dean's lap, never breaking their kiss. Castiel slowly and shyly thrust down, making Dean tense and his hips buck back in a retaliation of their own.

"Fuck, Cas!" Dean threw his head back against his pillow, his eyes shutting tight as he felt his restraint begin to melt away. He had to be careful and respect Castiel's wish to wait before they mated, but God Dean wanted to just do it now.

They couldn't have sex, even if Castiel was on suppressants, in case a pseudo heat happened, meaning that they would only half mate, and if they didn't complete it in time, Castiel could go mad or die from the lack of completion. So Dean wasn't risking it.

And from the way the two of them were so worked up together, Dean would bet anything that Castiel would definitely go into pseudo heat.

"Yes Dean?" Castiel's voice broke Dean's thoughts, and he realised the cocky fucker was enjoying his small taste of control, and way too much for Dean's liking. Dean smirked as he suddenly grabbed Castiel around the middle and pinned the boy beneath him again with a possessive growl, thrusting long and hard enough against Castiel that the poor Omega shifted up the bed, his hands flying up to head board to stop him from crashing into it. "Shit!" Castiel moaned loudly this time, Dean continuing to dry hump him into the mattress. "Oh God..." Dean groaned into Castiel's neck as he picked up the pace, the beautiful friction causing both boys to lose all coherent thought, the need for release their only focus at the moment.

"Jesus..."

"Cas will do fine."

"Smug basterd..." Dean's breath caught when Castiel began to meet him thrust for thrust, their bodies now sticky with sweat. "Too much clothing..." Dean grumbled, pulling Castiel's t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion. He then stripped himself of the same garments, laying down on top of Castiel again, their bare chests touching. Castiel shivered and gasped, Dean practically devouring him, his thrusts picking up where they had left off. "Mating is gonna be fucking amazing!" Dean let out a string of curses when he began to feel pleasure pool in his abdomen, everything tensing and preparing for what Dean presumed was going to be his best orgasm of his life thus far.

And he was not to be disappointed.

"Dean! Shit I... I think I'm... I'm going to..." Dean buried his head into the crook of Castiel's neck, panting hard.

"I know, I know... I've... I've got you." Dean managed to growl out before he gave a shout, spilling his essence all over the inside of his boxers. He felt Castiel shiver and convulse beneath him as his release took him, Dean trying to keep their pace going so as to ride their moment of euphoria out for as long a possible.

"Ah!... Dean!... Shit..." Castiel slumped beneath him, his chest rising and falling as he desperately tried to regain his breath.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Awesome." Dean breathed a laugh as he looked down at his spent friend.

"Yeah."

"And I didn't even get you out of your pants!"

"Yeah"

"Cas?

"Yeah?"

"You alright man?" Castiel huffed and laughed tiredly.

"Yeah." Dean's smile almost split his face.

...

I hope the smut makes up for the terribleness :)