Heather threw her hands over her mouth to suppress a scream.
Her eyes grew wider as she continued watching the scene before her.
Wings…
Castiel had wings…
This was an hallucination! All those pills! She'd lost her mind – Oh, God…she had lost her mind.
Run! Run!
Her heart was beating out of her chest and her instincts were to take off into the surrounding woods and get as far away as she could.
But she was stuck to the spot…her heart hammering, her mind racing.
I've gone mad! She told herself over and over again.
No…they're fake…said a part of her mind. They're fake.
It's a kink…a rich man's kink. He could afford fake, mechanical wings. Sure…it's a kink. That's what these two mega Alphas are into.
Yeah…yeah…that makes sense. They're so Alpha they play games…normal sex is just too…dull. They're fake…of course, they are. Sure…calm down…breathe….
Really good, fake wings.
Heather, frozen to the spot, continued to watch the two men when Dean, his face buried in Castiel's wings, raised up his head.
Dean stopped what he was doing and then stepped back from Castiel, who make a groan in protest.
"Shh," ordered Dean.
"Dean?" asked Castiel.
Dean moved away from Castiel. His eyes scanned the room.
"We have…company," he said.
Castiel pushed himself up from the table. Heather watched as the beautiful wings folded against his back.
Heather's heart began to beat at a rate she didn't even know was possible. Oh God, they were going to catch her. Oh, Jesus! Think…think. But she could not move – glued to the spot and too frightened to move. Alphas interrupted during mating could be lethal. An Alpha-Alpha would probably tear her apart in seconds.
"Good," replied Castiel quietly and walked over to a chair.
"Good?" whispered Dean, seeming frustrated. "Really?"
Castiel walked over to Dean, cupped his face and whispered something in his ear.
Dean closed his eyes for a moment and let out a sigh. Dean opened his eyes, looked deeply into Castiel's eyes, his green eyes soft and gentle for a moment.
"Backatcha," Dean said. Castiel smiled warmly at him. They stayed looked at each other for a moment.
"So," said Castiel, breaking the spell. "I'll just go and…freshen up."
"Really?" protested Dean.
"Yes," replied Castiel. "And we can continue our…discussion…later."
"Later?"
"Later," said Castiel in a deep, commanding voice. A voice that made Heather inhale.
If the two Alphas had heard her, she was sure she'd be pulled by her neck into the kitchen as quick as lightening.
Dean scowled.
"Dean," said Castiel deeply.
"Yeah," replied Dean.
"What we discussed," whispered Castiel.
Dean sighed. "Yeah."
"Dean," repeated Castiel.
"Yeah, yeah…I'm on it," said Dean.
Castiel left the room. Dean muttered to himself.
Heather could not take her eyes off Dean, who appeared to have frozen still for a moment.
"This is how this is gonna work, Heather," said Dean, in a slow, commanding voice.
Heather practically leapt out of her skin. He knew she was there! He knew!
"You start running," said Dean.
Heather held her breath. This was not happening!
"And then," Dean said, walking over to the door, "I'm gonna count to 20."
Heather's brain was in turmoil. She tore her eyes away from looking at Dean and looked down the corridor.
"And then," said Dean in a very deep voice. "I'm coming for you."
Heather did not move for a moment. She was torn between trying to escape and frozen to the spot.
"Heather," said Dean more quietly. "And when I catch you," said Dean. "I'm gonna mate you."
Heather's heart was hammering so hard, she could hear it in her head.
"Run," said Dean in his Alpha voice "Now."
Heather could not have disobeyed if she tried. Within seconds she was running as fast as she could down the corridor.
She was about to be chased by an Alpha.
What surprised her was the feeling in her body.
Her body wanted this.
To be chased, claimed and mated.
All the years on suppressants, all the bottled up desires came crashing down. She now only felt the instinct…run…run…run…as she heard Dean Winchester begin to count.