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So a lot of really unhappy people last chapter... even the word hate was used a couple of times so not good. But hey they say its good when you get such a reaction from people (though I could just be making that up to make myself feel better haha!). And I know, poor Cas. I'm so shit to him. I actually found this chapter really hard to do. It has been months of changing and editing cause I just couldn't get it out. I even deleted a huge scene, deciding I just couldn't write anything graphic. Made me sad. So you at least don't have to deal with that.

Warnings: language, Sexual content, rape (but not graphic), violence, death (minor characters, nothing serious)

Chapter 21

Castiel vaguely remembers warm and rough hands dragging him out of the boot of the car and through some door, onward and into a damp smelling building. The night air was cold against his skin as he was shoved down some stairs, his group of kidnappers laughing when he lost his footing and fell, crashing into the ground below. His vision was blurry at best, and his hearing was dampened, like he had cotton wool shoved so far into his ears his brain was clogged.

"This him?" A bored sounding beta walked up to Castiel and grabbed his chin, lifting it and moving it around to inspect his face. "Good bone structure, full lips..." Calloused fingers forced one of his eyes open from its drooped state, making Castiel wince and pull back. His body however did not comply, and he was now acutely aware that there was an Alpha on either side of him holding him still. "Those eyes." The Beta whispered in wonder, his smile growing more predatorial. "Those blue beauties will make us a few bob." Castiel tried to struggle out of the wolf's hold once again, but was struck on the back of the head in warning. "A fighter too." The Beta then leant forward and sniffed long and hard at Castiel's neck, his tongue trailing from his collar bone to the underside of his ear. "He stinks of Alpha..." The Beta then pulled at the remains of Castiel's torn t-shirt, ripping it from his body and leaving him standing in only his boxers. "Fuck!" The man slapped Castiel hard, the force knocking him into the Alpha on his left. "He's fucking mated?! And look at the state of him!" Another slap. "That wasn't a part of our fucking deal you cheating bastard..." The Beta mumbled to no one in particular, slapping Castiel a third time. "Fuck... Well we can't make money on him on the mating black market. We'll just have to get him prepped for servicing. I 'spose that's a better long term investment anyway." The Beta ran a finger down Castiel's torso, making the young Omega growl defensively. "Shame. You would have made thousands. In fact, I'm willing to bet you would have went for over a million. Not often you come across a male Omega..." Castiel felt another slap daze him when he made to bite at the Beta, his wolf willing to do anything to keep everyone away from him.

He belonged to Dean. Only Dean could touch him.

"So where do you want us to put him?" The Alpha to Castiel's right asked.

"Just put him in one of the holding cages for now, Jake. No food or water. He'll have to work for it." The Beta sneered. "And take the rest of his clothing too." The Beta stroked Castiel's cheek mockingly. "And training will begin after the board decide what to do with him. There's hope for you yet little Omega." The Beta yanked Castiel's hair, pulling him forward and throwing him backwards again, the group snickering at the mistreatment.

Castiel screamed his protests as the two Alphas began to drag him down a corridor towards a barely lit room, the scents of other Omegas making his skin crawl with fear. He dug his heels into the ground, feeling the skin peel and tear, the Alphas laughing heartily at his attempts, mocking his pleas for them to just let him go already...

"Shut up you little cock sucking mutt! Don't you get it? Nobody gives a shit about little weak Omegas. Especially abominations like you." Castiel continued to fight, despite its futility. One Alpha lifted him up, another grabbing his boxers and pulling them off of him with great difficulty. He kicked and thrashed as much as he could, but the iron grip on his sides wouldn't loosen. "In you go." The alpha sing-songed as he lifted Castiel and tossed him uncaringly into a cage, the other Alpha slamming closed the lid and padlocking it shut. Castiel immediately began pulling and kicking at the bars, the small space not even allowing him room to sit up properly. "That's it you little cock slut. Fight for your life. Come on." The Alphas continued to jeer and mock Castiel, grabbing at his feet and pulling his legs through the bars hard, causing his body to crash into the metal cage, bruising him for a few moments before he healed. This went on for what felt like hours, their taunts and brutality finally beginning to break Castiel's resolve.

He'd give anything to be back in Dean's safe embrace, to be lying in bed with him, arguing about his fat/muscle, rolling around and carrying on, making love…

And that's the thought Castiel held onto as he felt his arms and legs be broken and dislocated before healing, over and over again.

...

Dean sat next to Michael's bed, Bobby just having phoned to let them know he was just a mile away. Apparently no one could get a hold of John Winchester, which had Dean both worried and passed off. Sam was talking to Michael as he lay unconscious, his wounds from the beating having already healed nicely. The bullet wound however was a different story. Sam had been complimented on his handy work when the doctor had cut open his makeshift stitches, the tissue and muscle around the bullet hole given the all clear for silver.

Michael was going to make a full recovery, but it would take time for the body heal the damage from the silver bullet as well as the silver in his blood that prevented him from shifting. There would be a nasty scar to keep as a reminder.

Dean hissed as his head was invaded with emotions again, his relief at Castiel being alive being outweighed by the anxiety of the levels of fear and self-hatred that were assaulting him now.

"Dean?" No matter how hard he tried, he could never keep anything from his brother.

"I..." Sam lit up at Dean's attempt to communicate with him. It wasn't often Dean would talk about his feelings. "You know a lot about this bond stuff right. You and Cas are always..." Dean swallowed back his tears, his body vibrating with a dull pain. "Always talking about it." Sam nodded, gesturing for Dean to ask his question. "Well, me and Cas have been... Feeling how each other feel since our bond was made." Sam frowned but nodded all the same. "And it's happening now." Sam's face softened as his eyes filled with pity. Dean cleared his throat and looked away, hating that he felt so weak and useless.

"What does he feel?" Dean could tell Sam already knew the answer, but was asking anyway to give Dean a way to vent it. A way to share the burden.

"Scared. Alone. Hurt... Like he's hurt that I'm not there. That I didn't protect him!" Sam was by Dean's side in a second, hugging him tightly. "I promised. Sam, I promised nothing would ever hurt him again. And I failed. Big time..." Sam hugged Dean tighter. "He deserves better than some fucked up, broken 'Alpha' that can't even keep his very vulnerable mate safe..."

"Dean. You know that's not what Cas thinks. That's what you think. You're the only one that thinks you don't deserve anything."

"But- "

"Shut up Dean. You'll find him. And I think I might know a way how." Dean pulled away from Sam so quickly that the boy fell into his older brother's lap.

"How?" Dean couldn't keep the hope and excitement out of his voice as he grabbed his brother by the shoulders and righted him once more.

"Well, Cas had wondered if there was a way of pin pointing your mate, in times of trouble. We had discussed it a lot yesterday but never really got anywhere. It's really hard to find information on this stuff since the art of bond manipulation is practically forgotten." Dean pulled his 'please Sammy, to the point' face, and Sam ducked his head guiltily. "Cas wondered that if emotions can be felt through a bond, that maybe their intensity could be felt as well. So things like distance could be noticed. The closer you are to your partner the more crisp the feeling. I had always been suspicious of you guys having mated fully, 'cause Cas seemed to have a lot of knowledge of stuff that didn't work." Sam looked at Dean expectantly.

"So, you're saying, that it's possible for me to locate Cas by the intensity of his emotions." Sam nodded.

"I think that's why he keeps sending them through. I remember him saying that you didn't just feel them automatically. That emotions did flit subconsciously through the bond, but to really get the other's attention you had to push hard. That must be what he's doing. Either that or the sheer desperateness of the situation has opened the link hugely. He did say that the whole point of this mental bond was so that the weaker of the two could call upon their Alpha whenever they were in danger." Dean nodded, things seeming to click into place. "What are they like? Are they crisp? Muted? Fuzzy?" Dean looked to the ceiling as he tried to focus, everything zooming around in his head uncontrollably.

"It's kind of muted, though it was sharper when we were back at the motel. For a while I didn't feel anything, I guess he must have been unconscious or something. I also see images. And Smells come through to. I get glimpses of things. Like blood and scents, a harsh word or a sharp physical pang. It's... weird." Dean looked up to see Sam staring at him in awe.

"That's amazing! Cas might have cracked this after all. Dean, if anyone is going to find him, it's you."

"But how Sam? What am I supposed to do, start driving around every street until everything is crystal clear feeling?" Sam smiled knowingly. "That's what I've got to do isn't it?" Dean jumped up from his seat, slapping his pockets as he checked his inventory; phone, keys, wallet...

"Dean?" Dean had almost left the small room when Michael's raspy voice stopped him. Michael was motioning for him to come over to him, his hands fumbling with a pen one of the nurses had left behind earlier. He gestured for Dean to give him his hand, so he did without question. Both Sam and Dean watched as Michael began to doodle on Dean's wrist, a weird sort of tribal mark, looking a lot like an '&' sign but with more swirls and a line horizontally above and below. "They all..." Michael choked, his coughs making him wince in pain. "Had this tattooed to their wrists, like this." Dean looked more closely at the symbol, turning it this way and that as he tried to decipher its meaning. "It's from a club, on the high street. S'called Angels and Demons. If you go there you might..." Michael began coughing again, Sam quickly pouring him some water from a jug that had been left for him, Michael smiling gratefully as he took a sip. "Might find someone who knows where they take new Omegas." Dean nodded before making a bee-line for the door again.

"I'm coming with you." Sam was already shrugging on his jacket.

"No you're not. You're too young. I won't get into these clubs with you hanging on my arm. Stay here and talk to Bobby. I need someone to talk to the cops when they get here, explain everything and I think Michael has done his talking for today." Dean nodded towards a now sleeping Michael, Sam groaning in frustration.

"But you could get hurt!"

"Exactly why you need to stay here. I'll text you with all my locations, whenever I stop. That way you can keep tabs on me and you'll know I'm alive okay?" Sam nodded and sat in his seat with a huff. "And tell Bobby I'm sorry but he's going to have to chew me out later." Sam nodded again, scowling at Dean as he left the room.

Dean raced through the labyrinth of corridors in the hospital, rushing out into the night air as he fumbled with his phone, trying to set up his 'maps' app to get him to the club. He felt his heart sink when Castiel's pain stopped seeping through the bond, obviously unconsciou once again. He sighed sadly as he slipped into the Impala, setting his phone on the passenger seat and taking off into the night.

According to his phone, it took eight minutes to get to the dingy club, just at the end of the main street in town. He parked up around the corner, sending a quick text to Sam and then pocketing his phone as he got out of his baby. There was a deep rumble beneath his feet as the bass of the music playing in the club pounded, Dean's heart picking up speed to match it. He felt his palms sweat as he walked up to the queue of people trying to get in the front, Dean having no idea what his plan was. If he could get inside he could find weak a looking asshole and get all Alpha on them, get them to spill Castiel's whereabouts and leave without incident.

Of course, he was no fool, and knew that this was a hopeless plan, but he had to start somewhere. Dean felt his nerves pick up as the queue started moving again, Dean fumbling with his wallet to pull out his fake I.D. It had been so long since he had last had to use this, and he was a little sad to think he would ever have to use it for this.

Thank god for Ash and his shady ways.

Dean was soon inside the dank smelling club, the scents of Omega's filling the air, intriguing his wolf. He swallowed hard as he tried to clear his mind of the lust filled fog, making every attempt to see everyone's wrists. He could blame it on some kind of fetish if anyone began to notice.

"Hey gorgeous." A female Omega rubbed herself against Dean's side, her great rack and killer looks doing nothing for him, which was strange and quite a relief. He took her hand and put on his best smile, lifting her wrist to see if there was a tattoo.

Nothing.

"Not tonight, love. I'm here on different business." Dean tried to pull away from her insistence, her long slender fingers slipping into his belt loops as she rubbed herself against his hips, making him thrust into her.

"That's a shame. The things I could do to you." She winked in a way that was probably meant to be seductive, but the action was hollow and it pained Dean to think of Castiel having to do the same thing in some shitty club like this if he didn't find him.

"Look, I'm not interested." The Omega seemed to be stunned by his answer, her eyes filling with hurt.

"What else could you possibly want? This is a fucking brothel dumb-ass!" Dean had not expected the hostility. "Unless..." The girl grabbed his hand and turned his wrist, her eyes flying open as she barely made out the symbol on his wrist. It had been drawn a little shaky but in the dim lighting it looked real enough if the girl's reaction was anything to go by. "Fuck! I am so sorry, please, I swear, I had no idea. You were just so young looking! I honestly had no idea, please, please!" The girl had dropped to her knees and was pulling at Dean's jeans, hugging his legs and practically begging for her life.

"Hey, hey. It's fine. I get it. It is dark and all." Dean tried to calm her, not wanting any unwanted attention. A couple of Alphas currently not being rubbed up by Omegas looked over and eyed them suspiciously. Dean wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulder when she stood back to her height again. "What's your name?" The girl stared at Dean in wonder.

"Crystal." She whimpered. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Your real name?" The girl looked at her feet and then back at Dean through her lashes.

"Laura." Dean nodded minutely.

"Alright Laura, here's the deal. I won't uh... punish you if you tell me what I need to know, okay?" Laura's eyes widened but she nodded her agreement, her body shaking with fear. "I uh... I'm new to all this and I just wondered where it is you guys all, you know, get... taken to." The girl visibly gulped as a shaky hand folded her hair behind her ear.

"Isn't that the first thing you guys do? Go to the impounds?" Dean feigned a confident smile.

"Well, I haven't quite had the chance yet. In fact I was heading to one now, but I kinda forgot where I was going. Think you can show me sweetheart?" Laura visibly blushed as she lay a warm palm on Dean's chest, the action making his wolf grumble in annoyance.

That wasn't Castiel's hand...

"We aren't allowed to leave here sir. We stay in the club and only service Alphas in the club. Be it on the floor or in a private room." Laura pointed to the aforementioned locations, Dean trying to hide his disgust as he saw a group of three Alphas surround a small Omega on the dance floor, doing some questionably sexual things... He felt a shiver run up his spine. This poor girl in his arms must have been subjected to quite a lot of horrifying things. Dean swallowed back his bile at the thought of Castiel having to do the same.

"Okay. So you're not brought here first?" The girl shook her head. "So where is it I should be going? Where are these impounds?" The girl looked at him suspiciously, her eyes narrowing. "Come on, help an Alpha out here." Laura nodded, though still eyed him warily.

"There are three that I know of in this town. One in an old abandoned pub's basement, another in a warehouse on the outskirts towards the East side, and then there's the donut factory down the road." Dean nodded, knowing where at least two of those locations were.

"And if I was to be looking for an Omega, a male one say, where would I look." Dean was chancing his luck here, putting a lot of faith in this scared, abused omega.

"A male Omega? They're practically unheard of. I didn't know you guys had one..." The girl locked eyes with Dean, her brain working through something judging by her scowl. "You're not a slaver are you?" Dean swallowed and smiled again, winking at her as if he had been unaffected by her question, which had been more of a statement if he was honest.

"You're damn right I am, and you better keep that mouth in check. You're already in a lot of trouble." The girl grabbed at Dean's shirt forcefully, her eyes wet with tears.

"Take me with you! Get me out of here. Oh dear God please!" Dean quickly scanned the room, hoping no one had heard Laura's outburst.

"Are you trying to get us both killed?!" He hissed, pulling her face into his chest as he pretended to hug her. Though he doubted many Alphas hugged the Omegas here...

"Oh God! Please! Don't leave behind. I'll take you to the impounds! I'll help you find your Omega!" The girl was clutching at him desperately, her tears streaking her face. "Please!" Dean looked to the ceiling sighing hard, the girl still clutching and begging him. He looked around, analysing the room. No one was really paying attention to them so it would be easy to slip away. The only problem was the bouncers at the front door. There was no way they could sneak out without getting caught. At least through the front door anyway.

"Do you know a way out of here?" Laura immediately silenced as she thought for a moment before nodding her head, dragging Dean with her as she lead him towards the back of the club.

"There's usually a guard at the back door, but no one really knows about it so there's a chance we might catch him unprepared. No Omega would ever dare leave." Laura seemed giddy at the prospect of rebelling from the horrendous club, her eyes shining with tears as she practically skipped with Dean. That was when he realised. This girl couldn't have been older than sixteen. Her body had matured, but her walk was clumsy, her eyes bright with an innocence that children carried, despite what she must have seen and done for god knows how long. Dean could feel his rage build as he stalked after her, no one questioning them as pushed towards a corridor to the left of the private rooms. "That's it there." Laura pointed to a red door marked fire exit, a couple of Alphas playing cards just to the left. Dean grabbed the girls hand and dragged her behind him, boldly walking up to the two guards as if he hadn't seen them. Dean almost made it the door when one of them called him back.

"Whoa hey dude, you can't leave with her." Dean growled as he yanked the Omega towards him, having absolutely no idea what he was doing.

"And why the fuck not?" Angry Alpha strategy it was.

"She belongs to the club man. We have rooms available if you- "

"I don't want a fucking room." Dean pushed out the door, Laura yelping as he threw her out into the alleyway along the back of the building, knocking her out of the way of trouble. Dean felt a pair of hands land on his shoulders, stopping him from following her out, the fear and panic of the moment making him spin round and punch the guy, knocking him clean out.

His friend however did not take too kindly to that, nor did he go down without a fight. Normally Dean would roll into his wolf form and end the fight quickly, his giant size usually giving him quite the advantage, but full wolf fights were dangerous, especially with an Omega nearby. Also loud, and he didn't need to attract any attention. It took a few well calculated hits, but Dean managed to knock the second guard out, only sustaining a busted lip from the altercation.

"Oh my god! You're bleeding!" Laura began to fuss over him, the air around them thickening with pheromones. The Omega was reacting to Dean's Alpha display, her hands touching and pulling at his clothes as she began to get lost in herself. She must have been on some kind of drug that had her spiking like this.

"Laura!" Dean shook her hard, trying to knock some sense back into her. "I need you to concentrate. I need you to take me to the impounds, remember. I have to find my mate." Dean felt he needed to inform the girl quickly that he was already taken since she was now practically humping his leg. Castiel was going to kill him when he smelled her on him...

"Mate?" The girl seemed devastated as she pulled back like she had been scolded. "Now that you mention it..." She sniffed Dean's shoulder, their height difference meaning she couldn't get to his neck. "A he? You didn't seem the type." Dean nodded. "Smells nice..." She mumbled, walking around Dean and heading out into the street. Dean was quick to catch up, his arm circling around her shoulders to hide her from view. She tensed at his touch, but didn't do anything to spoil their cover.

Dean led her to his Impala, finally allowing himself to sigh with relief.

He was one step closer to finding Castiel .

...

Castiel didn't remember when or how he had fallen asleep, but when he woke, his whole world crashed around him. He was lying on his back with the bars of a cage cutting into his limp body, his arms and legs splayed out through different gaps in the bars, tingling as they finally fully healed after such a cruel and constant torture. He stared up at the ceiling in the darkened room, wondering what had woken him in the first place.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" Three figures stood in front of his cage, one rattling a metal pole against his bars, making them ring loudly. "I hope you're enjoying your new en-suite bedroom, unfurnished of course." One of the Alphas joked as he poked Castiel with the pole rather roughly in the side, causing him to yelp and pull back, setting off hilarity amongst his captors. Castiel scowled through the darkness at them, cringing when he felt a warm hand trail down his face. Castiel began to thrash and pull away when the padlock was unlocked above him, the lid to his cage being opened and hands firing in to pull him out. Castiel grabbed his bars and straightened his legs, the alphas having to yank pretty hard before they could retrieve him. Castiel continued to fight as the effects of the drugs wore off, his mind much clearer as he pushed at his bond, shoving as much urgency as he could towards Dean.

This couldn't be happening!

Castiel was tossed into a room where a dozen other Alphas and a couple of Betas sat, all looking down on him with grins akin to a predator. Castiel swallowed hard as he tried to subtly cover himself, now acutely aware of how naked he was. The group of men began to murmur amoungst themselves the odd word reaching Castiel's ears.

"Marked."

"Mated."

"Blue eyes."

"Slave."

Castiel's eyes stung with unshed tears as he stared at the floor, one of the Alphas pinning his arms behind his back, effectively cutting off any chance of escape. Not that were was much of one in the first place.

"Could sell him."

This was a nightmare.

"Disgusting marks."

They were going to fuck him.

"Could make up a story about loving to be claimed."

They were going to use him and abuse him, pass him around like some kind of toy.

"Yes! Say that each client can brand him."

Beat him and cut him, tie him and rape him...

It was too much.

He could feel his body shake with the overwhelming emotions, could feel his mind slowly unhinging.

"Get up!" One of the alphas that had brought him in yanked him to his feet. He was forced to spin around in a circle, as if to show himself off to these bastards, their mix of approving and disapproving looks making him feel sick.

"I'll take him to my club. He'll do well I assure you. Male Omegas are so rare, no matter what state they are in, people will pay."

"I think we should put him on the market, see what we get for him. This is a useless waste of time and money. Nobody wants a claimed Omega, male or not."

"I disagree, I myself would pay a pretty penny. An already abused Omega means he'll be easier to break, quicker to train."

"But he looks hideous with all those scars."

"I don't know. Scars are stories. We could really make something of him. Use whatever angle we want. The sympathy vote, the sadistic approach. Hell we could even turn it into a thing. Y'know. Each scar is a mark. A claim. They can write their names, carve in symbols, whatever. His skin will be like a scrap book. Folk will love it!"

"Oh, c'mon! You're not seriously considering this? Look at him!"

"I see no problem. These scars are nothing. Look at his bone structure. Not too tall, not too small, not too tanned, not too pale. And those eyes. I'd pay for them alone."

"Yeh! Scoop them out his head and sell them separately, double our money."

"I'd need to see him perform. We need to see what will happen if we do decide to use him for servicing. We have no idea how strong his mating was. If it's weak then we can manipulate him, but if it is strong then the boy will writhe in agony... which will change the market completely. Still useable, but to a much smaller client base."

Castiel felt rough hands pull and push at him, shoving him unceremoniously onto his front on the floor. He struggled against their hold, his cries and pleas falling on deaf ears as he was brutally violated by three Alphas.

...

Dean felt his head burst with pain as he was assaulted with fear and desperation, which were not his own. Flashing images of cages and chains flitted in and out of his conscious and subconscious thought, the fear only intensifying with each new image. Dean felt tears burn his eyes as he saw flashing images of other men... doing things to Castiel.

Dean dove into his beloved Impala, shouting at Laura to do the same before rushing off into the night, desperate to find his mate. The Omega girl gave him directions to the nearest impound, the basement of the donut factory. His phone began to ring in his pocket, Dean answering it out of habit.

"Dude! You were supposed to keep me informed! I thought you were dead man." Sam's worried voice screamed through his phone.

"I found someone who can help. We're going to one of the three possible locations..." Dean groaned in pain as a sudden coldness began to spread from the bond, his heart racing as he tried to figure out what that meant. Had he done that? Or was it Castiel? Was Castiel still alive?!

Dean felt bile burn the back of his throat and he turned left at the next junction, his body acting on its own.

"Dean, are you alright?" Both Sam and Laura asked.

"Yeah I..." He groaned again as his vision began to blur.

"Oh my god, you're bleeding!" Laura's voice barely cut through Dean's consciousness as his mind grew dull with pain. The coldness of the bond was now beginning to sting, making his body ache all over. It was unexplainable, but Dean was sure he had never felt anything like it. A deep unnerving pain that felt like it was bringing with it his death.

Another left.

More flashing images burned into his mind, sneering Alphas, knives, steel toe capped boots... He could almost smell the other males' sweat, their scents intermingling.

Another right.

The bond flared in agony as it burned and froze him at the same time. Was someone fucking with their bond?!

Dean pulled over at the side of the road and threw the door open, vomiting on the grass with a force that left him panting and gasping for air. He could hear his name being called by his brother on the phone, trying his best to focus on something.

"Sammy... hurts..." Dean pulled himself back into his seat properly and relocated his phone clumsily to his ear.

"Dean? What's happening?" Sam sounded every bit as terrified as Dean felt.

"Cas..."

"What's happening to him Dean?" Dean wasn't sure he could answer.

"They're... the bond... hurts so much... hurting him Sam..." Dean rubbed the back of his hand under his nose, finding blood dripping from him.

"Okay, Dean, you need to relax and concentrate. I think what your feeling is a bond challenge. When an Omega is mated to an Alpha, the bond isn't necessarily the be all and end all. Some matches don't work, or their bond is weak due to the incompatibility of the pair. This means that a weak bond can be replaced by a stronger bond."

"Are you saying... Cas is better suited to one of those assholes?!" Dean couldn't believe his brother sometimes.

"No Dean, the fact that it is so painful is kind of a good thing. It means you and Cas are really well suited to each other. The bad thing though is that Castiel will be in so much agony. The Omega suffers more than the Alpha when the bond is challenged since the Alpha can take more than one mate. And also I guess it means they've already started ra- "

"Don't say it!" Dean's wolf growled out, Sam silencing himself quickly.

"Sorry..." Dean hung up, needing time to process all this information. So he and Castiel had a strong bond; at least that was something. Dean swallowed down his rage as he turned to Laura, her eyes wide in fear.

"Talk." Laura nodded and directed Dean the rest of the way to the factory. Dean drove in random directions around the area, concentrating hard on the bond in his mind, trying to open it or activate it or something. Castiel had managed to send him stuff he could see, so surely Dean could send the boy some comfort, let him know that he would find him no matter what it took.

Castiel's emotions still flooded through the bond, but they seemed somewhat easier to deal with, meaning they were going in the wrong direction.

"What direction is the derelict pub in?" The girl pointed off back towards the town. "And the warehouse?" She pointed behind him, indicating it was further in the wrong direction.

So the pub it was.

Dean ran two red lights and almost crashed into an oncoming lorry when he suddenly made a U-turn after misinterpreting one of Laura's directions. His vision wavered a lot as pain struck him, his blood scorching him as it spun through his veins.

The car stopped outside an old pub with a screech, Dean having a hard time thinking straight. The windows were barred with old sheets of plywood, the front door missing with chains across the entryway, signs hanging from them saying that the pub was a structural hazard and to not enter.

"You need to either run or hide. You got somewhere to go 'cause I doubt this is going to be pretty and I don't want you getting caught up again." The little Omega nodded, thanking Dean for saving her before quickly extracting herself from the car and running off into the night. Dean would have dropped her off somewhere better if he had had the time, but Cas was still being used, the thought making Dean stumble out the car and vomit again. He groaned, wondering when he would finally empty.

Dean slipped between the chains, and felt a strange pulling sensation make him descend the stairs to the right of the front door, muffled talking indicating it as a good choice as he slipped behind some crates.

"He's fucking mated already. There's a bite mark in his shoulder, plus he's littered with scars. Who the fuck is going to want a mated suicidal male Omega?" There was a bit of a scuffle as someone, presumably the man talking, pushed another up against a wall. "You promised me he was beautiful, that I would make thousands from him, but how am I going to do that if he writhing in pain every time someone tries to mount him, huh? He practically passed out by his second alpha!"

"He wasn't supposed to be mated. I was assured that he had not." Dean almost lost his composure when he heard Zachariah's voice cut through him. Not only had Zachariah used Castiel as some kind of bargaining chip but also lied about everything. Maybe if they had known he was mated, they would have left well alone.

Who was Dean kidding, they would have just settled on a lower figure with Zachariah. Mated or not, Castiel was a precious commodity it would seem.

Dean sat through another scuffle.

"And get your filthy hands off of me you rat. You asked for the male Omega and I gave him to you. Whether he is mated or not is of no concern. Let him writhe. I'm sure there are plenty of sick people who will love it. After all, that is who this business is catered for, no?" The other man grunted, though still seemed unconvinced. "You will give me the amount promised. I delivered the where abouts of Castiel, that was our deal, nothing in it about what condition he had to be in." Dean felt goose bumps rise on his skin as he tried to hold back his wolf, desperately needing to use his brain and not his brawn here. It wasn't just his life on the line. How dare this prick sell his mate to some sick underground sex trade. Dean's heart tightened painfully. His beautiful mate made to service any old person, like he was a toy or a possession!

Dean took a couple of deep breaths as he concentrated himself, trying to push down all the pain from the bond and all his hatred for the man just around the other side of these boxes.

This however all went to hell when Dean heard Castiel's anguished cry from somewhere not too far ahead, the sound of slapping and pained groans making Dean see red.

So much for stealth.

...

Castiel desperately tried to fight off the two alphas holding him down, the hands grabbing and pulling at him until he lay bared before them cold and unforgiving. He cursed and thrashed, determined not to make this easy for anyone. He groaned as he felt his body ache from his humiliation earlier, the group of watchers having decided that Castiel would be suited to more sadistic clientele. So now, he had been taken to room where two of his captor Alphas were getting further reward, apparently.

And he was receiving desensitisation training. Two birds with one stone really.

"This is going to be torture little Omega. Nothing worse than being raped while mated. And what's even better is that it isn't just you that suffers." The tallest of the two alphas, was his name Jake or something, grabbed Castiel by the hair and pulled him onto his knees. "Such a good little bitch." Castiel pulled at the other Alpha who was holding his arms behind his back, so that he couldn't push Jake back. He knew this was all in vein but by God was he not going down without a fight, Dean had rekindled that spark within him.

Castiel's heart broke a little at the thought of Dean, how disappointed he would be at Castiel's betrayal. He had just serviced three Alphas and was about to be used for sex twice more, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was the reason his brother now lay dying on his kitchen floor. He was the reason Dean almost lost his father, and his pack and family... And was now probably experiencing quite a bit of pain.

Castiel wondered if Dean was looking for him. Where would he be? Where would he have looked?

He could feel his mind going blank and his brain disassociating itself from the situation. Harsh hands and words were dished out as he was manoeuvred, his shouts and begging going unnoticed.

"What the fuck was that?!" Jake had called out, his fingers pulling at Castiel's hair painfully as he stopped moving, both Alphas now staring at the closed door. Castiel struggled to pull away but was rewarded with a harsh thump on his back, one of his ribs cracking and the wind being knocked from him. There was a low and dangerous growl just outside the door before it came crashing off its hinges, a great wolf entering the room with such speed that the two Alphas didn't have time to defend themselves. Castiel curled in on himself when both of his captors had been removed from him violently, their gurgled pleas falling on deaf ears as the great wolf ripped out their throats.

And then Castiel smelled him.

"Dean?!" His voice sounded hoarse and overused, his throat in quite a bit of pain. His mind began to clear as the piercing from the bond seemed to simmer down, Dean's presence soothing. "I..." What could Castiel say? He'd betrayed his lover. Been used by others, and despite how hard he fought, he was weak. Pathetic. Dean would regret their union...

Castiel felt a wave of fear wash over him when Dean lunged at him. He closed his eyes tight as he felt the wolf's weight hit him, but was shocked to feel the wolf nuzzling him and licking at his face.

"I'm so sorry!" Castiel couldn't control the wave of emotion that hit him, his tears spilling from his eyes like waterfalls. "I tried... I... Michael, he's... and then..." He was bubbling like a child his fingers sliding into Dean's fur as he cuddled him close, desperate to make his mate understand. Fur turned to skin as Dean changed back, wiping the blood from his mouth as he pulled Castiel into his lap, sniffing his neck deeply.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. Sorry for taking so long. Sorry for leaving you. Sorry for being such a douche all the time. I should take better care of my beautiful mate." Castiel swallowed back his tears as he let Dean fuss over him, but only for a little bit before voices were heard as someone discovered Dean's trail of carnage. "We have to go. Get you're wolf on and we'll race out of here." Dean stood and pulled Castiel to his feet, ready to 'wolf out'.

"I can't." Castiel shivered as he tried to change, falling to his knees in pain. "They drugged me with something..." Dean surged forward shouting 'Get on!' as he changed in mid-air, his giant wolf form standing in front of Castiel, protecting him. Castiel scrambled onto his back and curled his arms around Dean's chest as he took off again, knocking back the unsuspecting wolfs who had come to investigate.

Dean didn't stop running until he was at the Impala, changing so quick and catching Castiel before he tumbled off of him that Castiel found himself quite impressed. Dean hugged him tight for a few seconds, a chaste kiss placed on his forehead before he was bundled into the passenger seat and his door slammed shut. Dean was round the other side barely a second later, opening his door and driving off before he'd even sat down, both of them panting as silence filled the car. Dean checked and rechecked the rear view mirror for anyone following them. For once, having a special and very distinguishable car was probably not such a good thing when you're trying to get away from people.

Castiel shivered as he pulled his knees up to his chest, his eyes stinging with tears. He could feel all his carefully built walls crumbling, all his techniques from the years of therapy crushing together and failing, the pain surging through him and his sore head from the bond challenge, proving all to be too much, a little whimper leaving him as he slumped against his door.

"Cas, everything's okay now. You're safe again. I've got you okay? No one's going to touch you ever again, y'hear? I won't let them." Dean reached over and took one of Castiel's hands, lacing their fingers and squeezing in what he hoped was a comforting way. Castiel shuddered at his touch, his skin burning where they were connected, healing the damage created by the challenge of their bond.

Dean fought against his wolf's need to reclaim what was his, the smells of more than one Alpha filling the car from Castiel's skin. Dean cursed as his body began to burn with need, his mind chanting claim-rut-mate-protect-MINE over and over, his muscles spasming and cramping with desperation. He looked over to see Castiel's eyes wide with fear as the car filled with their sexual tension.

"Dean?" Dean couldn't hold back his growl, parking the car and jumping out to get some air. "Dean!" Castiel was by his side in a second, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Get back in the car." Dean ground out, holding his breath when Castiel came close enough to smell. "Get back in the car, Cas." Castiel couldn't move as he watched Dean grit his teeth and pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Are you... angry with me?" Dean felt his heart break at the sound of Castiel's voice, so childlike and quiet that Dean had to really try to hear him.

"No Cas." Dean sighed heavily as he took a moment to collect himself. This was insane. His mate needed him now more than ever and he couldn't stand to be near him in case he tried to fuck the poor boy. "I just..." Dean didn't know what to say. What could he say that wouldn't upset Castiel? "You stink." Dean cursed his mouth.

"I do?" Castiel scrunched his face up as if he had just noticed all the scents on him.

"I just need a minute." Castiel rested his hand on Dean's shoulder, the touch making Dean flinch away from him.

"I..." Dean waited, but Castiel didn't continue.

"It's just, if you don't let me calm down I don't know what I'll do." Castiel's head tilted in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Castiel's voice was still so gut wrenchingly small.

"I mean all I can think about right now is reclaiming what's mine. I... You stink of other Alphas! And it hurts, and I need to fuck their claims away..." Dean put his hand up in Castiel's face, a silent plea to not interrupt. "You've just been... I can't do that to you. Just cause my wolf is freaking out, so I just need a moment to calm and collect and then- " Dean sucked in a breath when Castiel's lips crashed to his, their warm bodies coming together in a desperate tangle. "Cas!" Dean tried one last time to keep his self-control intact, but Castiel's stupid hands were rubbing him to full hardness like the last twelve hours hadn't just happened.

"I thought you hated me for a moment there." Castiel murmured as Dean began to kiss and lick at his neck.

"Never." Castiel fisted his fingers in Dean's hair as he dropped to his knees, nuzzling at Castiel hip bones.

"God, I thought you'd never want me back, would regret our bond." Castiel continued to spill his fears, not really knowing why he didn't just shut up and let Dean take him.

"Never Cas. Never." Dean was standing again, pulling Castiel into a heated kiss that ended with Castiel being lifted onto the hood of the Impala, Dean's fingers stretching him quickly. Dean felt his stomach drop as he felt how loose Castiel already was, rekindling his anger and need to assert dominance.

The sex was rough and quick, Dean's rapid thrusts making Castiel turn to putty in his hands, his gasps and moans of pleasure heating the moment to an almost desperate and intense level, both of them suspecting that their climaxes might kill them.

"God Dean, feels so good..." Castiel ground out as he arched his back, the coldness of the metal beneath him making his skin tingle. They could both feel their bruised bond knitting even stronger with every thrust, every spark of pleasure easing the pain of such a violation.

"Fuck..." Dean was panting as he leant forward, his teeth sinking into the pale skin of Castiel's neck, marking him again and again. "Thought I'd lost you..." Dean breathed. "Thought I'd never find you again." Castiel groaned when Dean changed angle, the strength of his thrusts increasing.

"But you did find me." Castiel choked out with a moan. "You didn't lose me." Dean's rhythm began to stutter as he neared completion.

"Would never have given up." Castiel's body was tensing as pleasure pooled in his abdomen. "Would never stop looking." Dean let his forehead rest against Castiel's, green locking with blue. "I..." Dean bit back a growl. "I love you so fucking much." Dean nuzzled under Castiel's chin as they both tumbled over the edge, Castiel's body lifting off of the car as Dean hugged him close, their breaths laboured as they practically shouted their release.

"I love you too, Dean." Castiel whispered into Dean's hair, kissing his head gently as they came back down again, the night air making Castiel shiver slightly. Dean wrapped him up in his arms as they lay together, holding him as tightly as he could.

"Mine."

...

All better?