Dean is shaken awake by his group's supervisor, the smell of confusion, fear and something… sweet permeating the room.
"Come on, dear, it's presentation day!" Whispered the supervisor. Dean's body immediately fills with fear and anticipation as the meaning of those words sinks in. Presentation day. The day where you find out whether you are destined for a life of superiority or a life of degradation. A life of freedom or a life of ownership. Presentation day is the day when you find out whether you are an Alpha, a Beta, or an Omega. Everyone hopes for Alpha, where you are addressed as 'Sir' wherever you go and you make loads of money. Beta isn't too bad, you get a decent job and pay, and you have a lot of cultural freedom. But the thing that is responsible for the smell of fear is the chance of presenting as an Omega. Omegas hold no positions in society. In fact, after presentation, the only people to see them are teachers, supervisors, and potential owners. The rare time an Omega is seen outside the home unit after purchase is if the standard beatings go too far and the Omega needs medical attention. Dean's worst fear is that this will be the life for him. But you can't choose your biology, no matter how much you want to. That's what Dean tells himself as he gets dressed in the standard student uniform and stands near the door, waiting to be led into his designated presentation room.
Dean still smells the sweet scent he detected before, and realizes what it is when he sees that three members of his group are nowhere to be seen. One of them most likely presented before everyone is taken to their presentation rooms, and this set off a chain reaction. That's why they put them into separate rooms. The scent of the first heat of an Omega can make an Alpha in his first rut go rabid with lust, and vice versa. It's really quite a messy situation if it can't be resolved quickly.
Dean hears the buzzer that announces that the doors have been unlocked just before his supervisor opens the doors and leads them down the long main corridor they've walked so many times on the way to class. Their footsteps echo off the polished floors as Dean remembers walking this path with his friends. We would turn here, thinks Dean. This time, however, they are led down a different hallway into a brightly lit room with many doors and windows leading into small rooms. These must be the presentation rooms, Dean thinks. Sure enough, one by one, his supervisor calls them into a room and locks the door behind them. Soon, Dean is led into one of these rooms and left alone to find out his future.
The fever starts at around noon. Food is brought to him, but Dean isn't hungry, and that's when he notices the ache in his joints and the chill that has worked its way into his bones. Good, he thinks, this is the first stage in presentation. But slowly, he can feel that something is wrong. He feels a twinge in his gut, then another, and then he's on the floor screaming for them to help him because his organs are moving, twisting inside him, and it's agony. He feels what he thinks is diarrhea being released, but when he sees it he is horrified to discover that it is clear. It's slick, he says to himself, and suddenly he knows that his organs aren't twisting, they are being pushed aside, making room for a new organ inside him. Suddenly he knows that the life he has been imagining for himself has all been a lie. He'll never get the '67 Chevy Impala he's had his eye on since he was a Year 5, he'll never get a job and make loads of money. And then he's crying, sobbing, hating this feeling inside him that makes him want to be filled, mated, hating that he craves an Alpha's touch. Hating that he, Dean Winchester, has presented as an Omega.
It's been two hours since the painful transformation started in Dean's body, and now the cramps have seemed to ebb away. But this doesn't stem the flow of slick from Dean's hole, nor the frantic need he feels for Alpha. He doesn't know how long he lays there, filled with want and need. He is only aware of how empty he feels, and the fading pain wrapped around his stomach. Once the pain has gone away completely, a buzzer sounds, and the door opens to reveal a team of three Betas with a stretcher and restraints. One of them holds a syringe filled with a clear substance. Before Dean can ask what the hell they are doing, they are on him, plunging the needle deep into his arm and holding his arms and legs down. Dean tries to kick and scream, but it only takes a second before the sedative kicks in and he begins to lose consciousness. Before he is gone completely he sees his supervisor watching him, disappointment etched into his face, and another unconscious person being carried out. Then, Dean is gone.
