Hey Guys~!

Thanks for all your beautiful words of encouragement, and the guest who left the pun? loved it! haha!

Thank you to all those who left their suggestions for what to do with Sam. Looks like I'll be doing a little bit of everything with him so I look forward to trying it out. I'll maybe do chapters for Sam on his own, rather than keep it to both Cas and Dean's perspectives.

So I hope you enjoy this chapter. A little bit of everything in it :)

Warnings: Smut, Language, violence, talk of MPreg and some offensive words against homosexuality.

Chapter 14

Dean let his fingers stroke through Castiel's hair as he watched for any signs of the boy waking up. They had lay together for an hour now, Dean having disengaged at some point earlier. He kissed the boys parted lips gently, earning a twitch of life from them.

"Cas? Baby?" Dean reached down to kiss his mate again.

"Not a car..." Castiel mumbled sleepily. "So tired..." Dean snorted affectionately as he nuzzled Castiel's cheek.

"I know. look, I'm going to order us some food. You gotta keep your strength up. And here, drink this." Dean rummaged around under his bed and pulled out an unopened bottle of water. He looked to see Castiel squirming his face further into his pillow, clearly not interested in looking after himself at all. "Oh come on now. Don't be such a baby." He heard Castiel grumble something but couldn't make out what he said. He just laughed it off as he manhandled Castiel into his arms, opening the bottle and holding it to the boy's lips. "Come on. Half the bottle at least. I don't think your supposed to pass out during sex as much as you've done. Though I am a God so..." Castiel blushed as he took the water from Dean, mumbling about not being a baby. Dean ignored him as he rocked both of them, letting his head fall against his mates shoulder. "I cleaned up and stitched your stab wound and the bite mark seems to still be bleeding, so that's why you've got a bandage. I hope you don't bleed out at this rate. I hear sometimes it can take hours or even days depending on how compatible the couple are. So this is a good sign I guess." Castiel nodded in understanding, smiling lightly at the thought of him and Dean being so well suited. It made Castiel question how long you would bleed if you mated with your soul mate?

Dean sighed contentedly as he tried to remember the last time he had felt so happy. It must have been before his mum had been killed that was for sure. He watched as Castiel analysed his bottle , making sure that he didn't have to drink anymore than he was ordered to, like a petulant child. Dean couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" Castiel asked, a little defensively.

"Don't hydrate yourself or anything." Dean exclaimed sarcastically before cuddling Castiel closer.

"Oh shut up. It requires energy to swallow and I don't have any to spare." Castiel shoved Dean lightly, making the older boy laugh and nuzzle back into him again.

"Then quite shoving me." Dean could feel the boy's skin heating up, and looked up to see Castiel's eyes clouding over with lust. "Round three?" Castiel shivered violently as Dean's breath ghosted over him, his body quivering with need. Castiel silently cursed himself for being so helpless. His other heats had been a lot easier than this, in the sense that he still had a little bit of his mind through the haze of lust, but this? This was insane. In a few moments he knew his mind would be completely lost, and he would wake up with only faint memories of what had happened. It would probably all come back to him once his heat was over, it usually did, but still... It was frustrating.

Castiel lay across Dean's lap, his back resting against one arm while Dean's other manoeuvred Castiel's legs so that he could get to him. He fingered him quickly, not really needing much preparation since it had only been an hour since the last time. Castiel writhed against Dean's body, his head thrown back as he gasped out his pleasures. Dean then lifted Castiel so the he could hold himself up on all fours on the bed, Dean sliding in to the hilt when he deemed the boy ready. Both Dean and Castiel shivered shuddered at the intrusion, Castiel begging him to move as he circled his hips, Dean's breath catching in his throat.

"Dean." Castiel moaned when Dean finally got his bearings and thrust deep and hard into his mate. Castiel bounced back on the boy, keeping up with his pace as Dean seemed to lose his very careful control. The sound of slapping skin and wanton cries filled the room as both boys reached their release, Dean almost breaking in half when his back arched as he came.

"Fucking hell..." Dean mumbled as he tried to regain his breath, looking down to see Castiel sprawled out on the covers below him, out cold again. Dean sighed as he realised he hadn't pulled out this time like he had planned, his knot connecting the two of them for God knows how long. He supposed it would probably only be ten minutes this time round since he had gone four times already, but it was still inconvenient as he only had a small window of time to get anything done. He would have to clean Castiel off again, phone for take out, hope that it comes at a time Dean can sort it out without having to rip out the delivery boys throat for looking at his in heat mate...

Life was so difficult sometimes...

...

"Here, thanks and keep the change." Castiel could feel his body ache all over as he tried to fight sleep. He stared at his hand, which was lying on the pillow beside him, as he tried to make his fingers move, one by one. He smiled lightly when his pinkie finger twitched, a good sign that Castiel was not brain dead. Yet. "Hey, Cas?" Castiel tried to turn his head but found his body rebelling as a deep tiredness made itself known. "I know you're awake." Dean seemed only slightly annoyed that Castiel was being so difficult, but Castiel had no idea why it was so hard to move.

Maybe Dean was right, and all the passing out wasn't a good sign.

"De..." Castiel was surprised he even managed that much.

"Cas?" Dean suddenly sounded worried. And a bout time too. "Hey, are you okay?" Dean was now sitting on the bed next to Castiel, his hand trailing lightly up his arm before cupping his cheek affectionately. "Cas." Dean's voice was commanding, which had Castiel's Omega writhing inside him with pleasure.

"Dean." Castiel tried to clear his throat, but it was so dry that it just hurt.

"Jesus, you're totally fucked out." Castiel heard Dean rummage around before feeling the pressure of the water bottle being brought to his lips. "You need to drink the rest of this Cas." Castiel tried to pull away, but Dean's strong hand caught him by the chin, forcing him to tilt his head as Dean's poured some water into his mouth. "Don't think I won't force you Cas. I gotta look after you, so just help me out. Don't think I'm beyond going all Alpha on you." Castiel shuddered at the thought as something inside of him sparked at the idea. Castiel's dirty mind delved into some fantasies as Dean practically force fed him the water, Castiel only choking once in the process. "There you go princess. All done." Dean ruffled Castiel's hair, his fingers lingering a little as he sighed worriedly. "Is there anything I can do?" Castiel shook his head feeling a head ache form. He groaned unhappily as it began to flare, hunger pains forcing him to try and push himself up from the bed.

Dean watched as his mate struggled to sit up, helping him where he could. Castiel smiled weakly as he covered his eyes, the dim light of the room somehow to much for he younger wolf.

"Hungry." Castiel managed to force out when Dean began to crowd him again, obviously worried still.

"Right. 'Course." Dean jumped up from the bed and brought over the pizza he had ordered. "Here." Castiel stretched his hand out to take the slice Dean had retrieved for him, smiling as he saw it laden with meat and vegetables.

"Thought you..." Castiel took a deep breath. "Didn't eat veg." Dean snorted as he eyed up his own slice.

"I don't." Castiel smiled wider knowing Dean had done this for him. "You need your energy so what better than meat, peppers and mushrooms and... sweet corn..." Dean shuddered as he closed his eyes tight, taking a bite of the interesting concoction. Dean made a strange noise as he stated: "Well, I'll live I guess." Castiel laughed around his own bite, his body relaxing and he sighed happily. Water and food seemed to be helping a lot more than Castiel had thought it would.

"S'nice." Castiel slurred, his eyes growing heavy.

"Just make sure you eat all four of yours. Bloody expensive to get everything on it." Castiel could hear the silent 'I'm worried about you', Dean obviously covering it with his usual humour. If that's what you would call it.

"Thanks." Dean nodded, glad to see he didn't need to explain himself. That was one of the things he truly loved about Castiel. He just seemed to know.

Castiel struggled but managed two and half slices before his next wave hit, Dean happily helping him through it.

But then Castiel passed out again, his body going limp in Dean's arms the second they had come together.

Dean lay his mate down gently, rubbing his face in frustration. He didn't know anything about this stuff, and what use was an Alpha who couldn't take care of his mate? Dean got up from the bed and hunted around the room, looking for the laptop. He cursed loudly when it was no where to be found, Sam obviously deciding that since the damn thing was his, he was going to take it to Michael's.

Michael.

Dean fumbled with his phone, dialling Sam's number by heart and waiting for the boy to answer.

"S'up jerk?" Sam sounded happy, which made Dean smile lightly before he remembered the reason he was calling.

"Hey, can you put Michael on?" Sam stalled for a second.

"No 'hello my darling brother, how is your night going?'. No 'Is Michael treating you okay, and have you eaten?'. 'Cause Dean Michael is an awesome cook and this is great. I think Castiel should move in with you and I'll just stay here, you know since you marked him as yours and stuff. Maybe you'll even mate with him fully and- "

"Sam! Look I'm sorry, I do want to hear all this and that sounds like a superb plan, but I really need to talk to Michael." Sam trailed off his speech about how he was too young to be cooped up in a motel room.

"Is Castiel okay?" Dean sighed heavily as he looked over to see his mate lying on top of his bed, still out cold.

"I uh..." Dean heard a commotion on the other side of the phone, as well as Sam's apology muffled before Michael's voice was cutting through Dean's thoughts.

"Winchester, I sweat to God you've only had him for a couple of hours!" Michael was as understanding as usual Dean was happy to see...

"I didn't do anything! At least, I don't think I have. Is he supposed to pass out so much?" Dean decided just to throw it out there, no need to pussy foot around since Michael was not a force to be reckoning with when it came to Castiel.

"He's passing out?" Michael's worried tone didn't do much to help Dean feel better.

"Yeah every time we... y'know... he just..." Dean sighed as he sat down next to the dark haired boy, letting his fingers dance on his feverish skin.

"He..." Michael seemed to stop and think for a moment. "He never speaks about his heats. He was mortified by them, and none of us could really understand since we were all Alpha's. Except of course Balthazar, who was a Beta, but he wasn't around long." Michael sighed as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. "The doctor did say that if he took his suppressants all the time, without allowing one or two heats a year, there would be serious side affects. Maybe this is one of them." Dean nodded though he wasn't really sure he wanted to take that chance. "Listen, I'm going to go do some research. Sam says he has the laptop you both use so I assume you have no internet." Dean grunted his agreement. "I'll call back if I find anything, just keep him fed and hydrated as I hope you have already been doing and I'll call you later." Dean rolled his eyes at Michael's lack of faith in his ability to look after Castiel.

"I'm looking after him fine." Dean grumbled, surprised when Michael laughed down the phone.

"Yes, I'm sure you are. Sam here has been telling me a great deal. I see my brother is in very capable hands." Dean blushed as he scratched the back of his head, clearing his throat from his embarrassment.

"Dean?" Castiel groaned as Dean rubbed his cheek loving with his thump.

"I gotta go." Dean felt his blood boil when Castiel's scent changed abruptly, tugging at his need to love and protect his mate.

"Alright, I'll talk to you- " Dean hung up and tossed his phone onto Sam's bed, clutching at Castiel as the boy dived into his arms, their lips coming together hungrily. Dean licked and

nibbled at Castiel's full lips, earning some pleased moans from the younger boy as Dean lay him down on the mattress, slotting into him without any preparation. Castiel groaned deep as his head rolled side to side, the sensations all too much and far too quick.

"Cas..." Dean thrust hard and fast, the boy beneath him taking everything he had to offer eagerly. They both slid together frantically, the friction maddening.

It didn't take long before Dean was lying over his mate panting again, Castiel out cold as was expected. Dean sighed long and hard, cursing for forgetting to pull out just at the end again. There was nothing in this world that would make him pull out when he came it would seem.

Stupid knot.

...

"Dean!" Castiel woke with a start and felt his heart stop when he couldn't see his mate in the room. Had Dean left him? Castiel had been a bit of a pest all last night... Maybe Dean was in the car trying to sleep since Castiel had woken him quite a lot over the last few hours. He had researched that waves of heat when having sex should happen every four hours, not every ten minutes which it was now.

Soon Castiel was going to be needing sex for hours straight.

Castiel shivered at the idea, his body spazming painfully as he tried to get up from the bed.

"Cas? Everything alright?" Dean had stuck his head around the bathroom door, his eyes heavy from the lack of sleep.

"I thought you'd left." Castiel whispered, his fingers touching his bottom lip as he looked down at the bed embarrassed.

"Fuck, do you have any idea how fucking adorable you are?" Castiel rolled his eyes as he made his way around the bed, biting the tip of his thumb nervously. "I just gotta pee. Give me five." Castiel nodded as he played with the wallpaper which was peeling just next to the bathroom. Dean disappeared again, Castiel not missing his tired sigh.

Castiel rubbed his eyes hard, his body feeling so knackered that he wasn't sure he was going to survive, potentially, four more days. It could be more at the rate this heat was going. Castiel felt a wave of need take over, but he tried to stifle it, giving Dean his space. Surely the Alpha was sick of him by now.

Castiel felt tears prick at his eyes when he heard Dean curse, obviously picking up on Castiel's arousal through his bond. He hated feeling so helpless. Dean was never done looking after him. Everything about Castiel was so unconventional and difficult that he couldn't help his frustration from boiling over. He sunk to the floor and curled in on himself, holding his knees to his chest tightly, now realising his mistake in letting Dean mate with him. He was nothing but trouble, and he had allowed the stupidly infatuated boy to mate with him.

And now Dean was stuck with his sorry ass.

Couldn't even pee without having to run to Castiel's rescue.

"Cas?" Castiel hadn't heard Dean exit the bathroom, and couldn't help his whimper when Dean wrapped him up so safely and lovingly in his arms.

What had he done?!

"Cas! Hey..." Dean tried to turn Castiel's face to see him, but the boy just whimpered again, burying his face in Dean's neck. "What's wrong? Is it still hurting?" Castiel didn't respond, having no idea how to explain what was happening.

Did he really know what was happening himself?

"Cas..." Dean rubbed his hair gently, trying to create order in the chaos. "Baby?" Castiel could hear Dean's smirk as the boy tried to lighten the mood, obviously uncomfortable with Castiel's breakdown.

Why couldn't Castiel just stay normal for one fucking day? Why did this keep happening. His calm place techniques that he'd learned over the years to deal with his breakdowns weren't working as of late, his meditation was useless in helping him sort his thoughts... He had been slowly spiralling into quite a mess over the past couple of weeks, so much responsibility and expectation placed on his weak shoulders too soon.

"Okay something's seriously up if you're letting me name you after my car." Dean lifted Castiel into his arms, clearing his throat authortively. When that didn't seem to get Castiel out of his downer, he plopped him down on the bed, climbing on top of him and spreading his legs gently. "Come on Cas... Talk to me." Dean leant down and started to leave a trail of kisses up Castiel's torso, the Omega biting his lip to hold back his needy moans. "Cas?" Dean sounded so lost when he reached Castiel's neck, the younger boys sniff making him pull back as is he had been scolded. "Cas!" Dean lifted the boy into his arms again, hugging him tightly as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Jesus, what is it? What's wrong?"

"Why did you mate with me...?" Castiel mumbled against Dean's neck, his tears falling heavily as he voiced his concern. "Why me? You could have anyone in the world, pretty much, and you chose me. The broken little Omega who can't- " Castiel's words were muffled when Dean kissed him hard, the Alpha's tongue insistent as he lay the Omega down again, forcing him to comply with his silent worship. Dean's hands were touching everywhere, slowly, lightly, then hard and fast. Castiel groaned when Dean pressed his hips down, the glorious fiction making Castiel feel dizzy.

"Don't ever question my choice like that." Dean kissed Castiel again, putting all of his feelings into it the best he could. "Don't ever think I don't want this with everything I am." Dean continued to rub their erections together, Castiel throwing his head back in ecstasy. "Don't ever think I don't want you." Dean lifted the Omega's hips and slid home, the younger wolf choking back a moan as he bit his lower lip hard. "I will never get sick of this." Castiel arched his back when Dean brushed past that spot inside him that made his very core resonate. "Never get sick of you." Dean sealed his promise with a kiss, the intensity of Dean's meaning making Castiel scream his release, his muscles clamping down and milking Dean for everything he was worth.

"Dean..." Dean's eyes widened as he realised Castiel was still conscious, smiling widely as he kissed his mate again, his knot buried deep within the panting boy below him. "I... ungh..." Castiel started to move as he rocked his hips, wincing in pain as Dean's knot tugged on him painfully.

"Cas!" Dean stilled the boys hips desperately. "Stop, Jesus, you'll break my dick off if you keep that up." Cas gasped as he arched off of the bed again, Dean smelling the air as he noticed his pheromones intensify. "Cas are you still..." Castiel reached down and started to stroke himself, Dean's eyes widening as he shrugged, impressed. He then slapped Castiel's hands away, using his own as he stroked his mate to completion.

"Dean! Ah!" Castiel began to writhe again, his body almost scorching Dean's.

"Shit. Cas, what do you need?!" Dean tried to get Castiel to focus on his face, but Castiel's eyes just kept rolling into the back of his head. "Fuck..." Dean pulled his hands back from Castiel skin as the heat became to much.

Dean could feel his knot releasing, but it wasn't happening quick enough as Castiel began to mutter nonsense. Dean rubbed his face in frustration before an idea hit him. He slipped his arms around Castiel back and lifted him into Dean's lap, careful not to tug on himself too much. He then shuffled to the end of the bed and lifted the smaller wolf, though he wasn't smaller by much, and carried him into the bathroom. Dean managed to step into the bath tub that was a little dirtier than he would have liked, house keeping obviously feeling that hygiene was not really a luxury Dean could afford. He carefully pressed Castiel's back against the wall, his hand closest to the shower fumbling with the taps as he got the cold water running.

Castiel gasped and fought against Dean's hold, yelping as the coldness splashed down his body. Dean finally disengaged and held the boy close to him, the young Omega shivering and begging him to let him out of the cold.

"We have to get your fever down Cas." Dean looked to the ceiling as Castiel began sobbing against his chest, his pushes weak as his body lacked the energy to fight the Alpha. "I'm sorry. I know its shit, but I don't know what else to do." Dean hoped he was doing the right thing as Castiel slumped in his arms again., passing out once more.

He was going to need to phone Michael again.

...

"Yeah, passed out again." Dean was pacing up and down the room at the bottom of the beds. "I'm sorry its so early man..." Castiel could hear the faint mutterings of someone on the other side of a phone. "I know I know. I saw your missed calls. I just..." Dean seemed to be frustrated, running his hands through his hair. "He said he could die if I didn't look after him right." Dean kicked at a random shoe on the floor. "So the fainting can be normal, and the fevers?" Dean was nodding his head as he listened to his informant. "Right so fevers are normal too." Dean laughed lightly sighing with relief. "Thank God the shower was the right thing to do. Honestly, when he passed out again I was beginning to think I was going to lose him." Dean was no longer pacing as he looked over to see Castiel watching him. "Yeah. Thanks man, but I gotta go." Dean smiled lightly at Castiel, his eyes sparkling with something Castiel couldn't recognise. Dean said good bye and hung up, tossing his phone carelessly away and climbing up onto the bed and over Castiel. He stared at young Omega thoughtfully, running one hand up and down Castiel's torso, his fingers making a nice friction that had Castiel closing his eyes, totally relaxed. "Hey."

"Hey." Castiel frowned at the sound of his almost gone voice. Just another thing on the list of weird shit that Castiel experiences. "Time is it?"

"Just after six." Dean leant down and kissed Castiel lightly. "How do you feel?" the younger boy shrugged as he wrapped his arms around Dean's back, pulling him down so that he fell, sprawled out on top of Castiel. Dean made a faint 'oof' noise before the Omega snuggled into Dean's warmth.

"Better." He mumbled into the skin of Dean's neck. The Alpha laughed as he wrapped his arms around his mate as much as he could in their new position.

The two lay together for a few moments longer before Castiel's skin began to burn, his body squirming with need. Dean had his work cut out for him when Castiel didn't seem to be slowing down, needing Dean to push him through five releases in a row before carrying him throw for another cold shower to stifle the fever.

To say Castiel was a wreck was quite the under statement.

The next couple of days went along pretty much the same line, Castie'sl flare ups lasting longer and longer, needing more and more stimulation and release, and then ended with a cold shower. Dean had done what he could, though lack of food and sleep was beginning to take it's tole.

It was not until Sunday before Castiel's flare ups began to slow down again, having peaked at needing to ejaculate eight times before a cold shower, which seemed to be the only way he could calm down. Both boys were like zombies, until the need for sex came over them. Dean had taken to not even bothering to clean and tidy up, sleeping along side Castiel as they were allowed ten minutes to half an hour between each flare.

Five days of constant sex. If someone had asked Dean how he felt about that before this, he would have been naïvely excited. Now, he was just grateful for any rest he could get between times.

Castiel however had become rather emotional a few times, bursting into tears just before passing out in the shower, the usual time for such things it would appear. Dean had no idea heats could be such a horrendous thing...

Dean also had to take on quite a lot of responsibility that he hadn't taken into conisderation. Like making sure Castiel took his birth control tablets every morning. Dean was so no ready for pups... A couple of times, Castiel had even gone into another cycle just before Dean had managed to sort out the water to swallow the tablet, meaning he had to go all Alpha on the poor Omega, forcing him to take it while thrashing in burning need and pain.

He would know better for next time though, and Dean found himself quite excited about the next heat being a little more controlled. Maybe they could enjoy the sex rather than be trying to stop Castiel from falling to pieces. Or dying.

Being a mated Alpha was hard work. He didn't know how some Alphas took on more than one Omega...

Well he guessed their Omega's probably get treated like shit...

Dean lay awake next to Castiel, who he had just cold-showered and dried. The Omega was curled into Dean's side, the Alpha holding his mate protectively. Dean trailed his fingers across the planes of the Omega's face and down his neck, admiring the boy's beauty. It didn't take long until Dean too was sound asleep, dreaming of a rather positive looking future.

...

Dean felt himself jump awake as he heard someone enter the motel room. He glared into the darkness as his hand gently carded through Castiel's tussled hair, his eyes squinting in the darkness.

"Sammy?" Dean whispered, a low grunt his only reply. What was his younger brother doing back? He hadn't phoned him to let him know it was safe yet. Did he want Dean to accidentally kill him in a newly mated defending rage?

And then the scent of alcohol and his father hit him.

Dean quickly pulled the covers of his bed up, covering Castiel's hair, wishing to all the gods that his dad wouldn't notice the Omega's scent.

"Dean." His dad did not seem happy as he flicked on the light switch. "Please tell me that Sammy is somewhere safe while you are hear fucking some whore you found." Dean gulped back his growl of annoyance at his dad referring to Castiel as a whore. He felt his heart stop when the boy next to him began to stir.

"He's at a friend's, from school. Late night studying that turned into a sleep over." Dean pushed Castiel's head back down onto the pillow when the Omega tried to sit up. He coughed over the muffled 'oof' that escaped the younger boy, fumbling with the covers again, hoping his dad had not noticed.

It was a fool's hope of course.

"No need to hide her Dean. Not exactly the first time I've walked in on one of your conquests. Though you're playing with fire when your fucking around with an Omega... One in heat if I might add." Dean cringed at his dad's words, hoping Castiel wouldn't be too upset. Dean had mentioned his slutty ways, with a little help from Sam of course, but they hadn't really discussed it in detail. "What's your name?"

"Cassie." Dean supplied, a little too quickly in his haste too try and keep his dad from finding out what gender Castiel was.

"I'm sure she can speak for herself Dean." John barked, clearly getting pissed off. A little unwarranted Dean felt since the man had been MIA for weeks...

"She's mute." Dean supplied.

"Is there no end to the types you bring home? Next week you'll be bringing back a girl with no legs..." John began to empty his pockets as he laughed at his slurred remark, clearly planning on staying for the night. Dean tried to sooth Castiel as he rubbed his arm slowly, trying to calm him. Dean and Sam had not talked about John much, but in a way that kind of said it all. "Well, Cassie, I think it's time you fuck off out of here, save the walk of shame in the morning." Dean grabbed Castiel hard, stopping him from moving, not that the Omega had any intention of doing so.

"She's a bit shy dad. Mind going to the bathroom or something? Or even just turning away 'til she gets dressed?" John barked out a laugh before yanking at Dean's bed covers, himself and Castiel, luckily in their underwear at least, now uncovered. There was a long moment of silence as John seemed to suck in a slow breath, getting ready to blow a gasket. "Shit." Was all Dean could say.

Castiel shot upright, hiding a little behind Dean as he watched the older haggard looking man stare at him with hatred. They were so screwed.

"What the fuck is this?" John seethed, his eyes closing tight and his hands fisting. "You're a fucking fag now?!" John reached forward to grab at Dean's foot, but he pulled back quickly, getting to his feet and yanking Cas with him.

"Dad I- "

"Get your ass over here!" John bellowed, his face turning a horrid shade of red.

"No dad- "

"Dean 'm not asking you. And you!" He pointed at Castiel. "Get the fuck out of my motel room you little queer! Stay away from my son!" Castiel gulped as he looked to Dean, trying to work out what was best. "NOW!" John started to stomp his way around Dean's bed as Dean rushed Cas around Sam's, grabbing what he could of his belongings and thrusting them into the terrified Omega's hands.

"Sorry Cas, but I think it would be best if you left." Dean raced to the door and grabbed it open, pulling Castiel in for a quick kiss and shoving him out into the cold winter night air in only his boxers, the door slamming shut behind him. Castiel waited for a second before John's raging insults brought him back from his trance, a loud thudd of someone crashing into the door making him take a few steps back.

He couldn't leave Dean could he?

Another loud crash and Castiel was fumbling through his belongings, trying to find his jeans so he could get his phone.

And of course they would be in the motel room with two raging Alphas.

So phoning Michael for his advice or even just a lift was out of the equation.

"You're such a fucking disappointment Dean! You should have been in that fire! Not your mother!" Castiel blanched at the coldness of John's outburst. "Every day I mourn for her and this is how you act?! She would be so fucking ashamed of you!"

"Fuck you!" Dean sounded as if he was on the verge of tears. "Fuck you! Fuck you!" There was more crashing sounding from inside the motel room. Castiel was rooted to the spot with fear, coldness and loyalty. He couldn't leave Dean, especially since this whole mess was really his fault.

"A fucking male Omega! What the fuck is wrong with you! He'll be riddled with disease! He's an abomination! You know they are not accepted in society, only recently being allowed to live amoungst us for some reason! If you ask me they should all still be killed at birth." Castiel felt a lump in his throat grow painfully, a loud fleshy smack and a crash making him cringe.

"Well nobody fucking asked you! You have no idea what he's like, and you don't get to talk about him like that!"

"He's a faggot, and now so are you! You just can't keep it in your pants can you boy. A single pheromone is enough to topple the great Alpha Dean!" John continued to mock Dean, more crashing and banging accompanying them. "Did he spread his legs willingly?! Was that all it took to turn you into a queen?"

"Did you maybe for a second think I was always this way?!"

"No son of mine is gay!"

"Then I guess I'm not your fucking son then!"

"Then get the fuck out of my room!" Castiel flinched as the door to the motel room opened, and out hurtled Dean, the blood on his face shining in the glow of the street lights ahead. "I thought I told you to fuck off?!" John was now shouting at Castiel.

"No sir, you told me to get the fuck out of your motel room..." Castiel mumbled, his eyebrows lifting in shock at himself. What was it with his stupid mouth?!

"Don't you dare lay a finger on him!" Dean was rushing to Castiel's side, but he was too late as John's fist connected with Castiel's cheek, sending the boy crashing to the ground, skinning his elbows on the concrete of the pavement.

Castiel felt his mind go fuzzy from the force of the strike, his mouth filling with blood as he realised he had bitten his own tongue pretty hard. He then felt hands pulling him into a sitting position, fingers touching his face gingerly.

"Jesus Cas, I'm so sorry!" Dean was hugging him tightly, lifting him to his feet and gathering everything he had dropped. "Let's go before John wakes up." Castiel didn't miss the bitterness in Dean's tone as he pulled him alongside him, his head beginning to clear slowly.

Dean sat him in the front seat of his beloved car and jogged round to the drivers side, sliding in and starting her up as quickly as possible.

"Do you think Mike would mind if we reverse our arrangement tonight?" Castiel shook his head, staring out of the side window at the motionless lump that was Dean's father. "Cas, I..." Castiel shook his head again.

"You do not need to apologise Dean."

...

Well I hope you liked it. Again I am a little unhappy with sections of it... but hey, it can't all be okay so here we are! And it wouldn't be a chapter by me without a little bit of drama now would it :)