When Dean wakes up, he is laying in a soft, downy bed in a pink room. He tries to sit up and finds that his hands and feet are restrained to the bed. In a flash, the memories of the previous night (or was it? Dean doesn't know how long he'd been out.) came flooding back to him. Remembering the pain he was in, not just physical pain either. His eyes fill with tears as he remembers his designation. Omega. What a disgrace! He never thought that this would be his life. A life of servitude and false comforts that are tinged with beatings and starvation. No Omega really enjoys their life, even though that's what the Early Schooling classes teach. That each designation fully enjoys the life they've been given, that Omegas appreciate owner brutality and Alphas enjoy giving it. Actually, Alphas do enjoy it, but they're the only ones that do.

The door opens to Dean's room and a doctor walks in. Dean immediately relaxes at the knowledge that all doctors are Betas, therefore limiting the chance of hormone interference, so he doesn't have to worry about encountering an Alpha.

"How long have I been out?" Dean asks in a hoarse voice.

"About two weeks. We sedate all new Omegas through their first heat to make it easier for them. But from now on, you'll be on a hormone suppression drug to stop your heats." The doctor moves towards to bed to get vitals of the machines Dean is connected to. He didn't even notice them until she started taking notes down and he heard the beeping that meant that his heart was beating steadily.

"When can I get outta here?"

"As soon as the Head Doctor signs your discharge papers, which should only take a couple hours. Then, you'll board a bus with the rest of the omegas from your year and be transported to the Omega Center." The Doctor smiles warmly at Dean and exits the room, leaving him alone to his thoughts.

A new doctor walks in the room several hours later, a male, He stops by the bed, takes out a chart, and smiles.

"Hello Dean. I'm Doctor Aaron Bass. I've just signed your discharge papers, and soon a nurse will escort you to the waiting room where you will wait for your transport bus to arrive. Now, do you have any questions?"

"No, I think I'm good, thanks."

"Okay. Well, I hope you have a great time in the Omega Center. Goodbye, Dean." Dr. Bass walks out of the room, and then a pretty nurse walks in.

"Okay, sweetheart, let's get these restraints off of you." The nurse unstraps the restraints and helps Dean up. He must still be feeling the effects of the sedative, because when he tries to stand, his legs buckle under him and the nurse has to catch him to keep him from falling.

"So, it seems like the sedative is taking a little longer to flush out of your body, so we'll just have you use this." She pulls a folded up wheelchair out of the closet on the right and promptly unfolds it. "Here you go dear."

"I ain't getting in a wheelchair!" Dean says, voice slightly raised despite himself. He wouldn't let them degrade him further.

"Now now, sweety, none of that! You're an Omega now, you don't get a say." Dean raises his eyebrows at the nurse, but eventually relents and lets her help him into the chair. Besides, she's right. He is an Omega, and that means submission. He doesn't get to question things, not anymore.

The nurse wheels Dean out of the room and down a hallway he's never seen before. The walls are white, and there are no windows; just door after door after door, each with a number on them. Behind some doors he can hear screaming, crying. As if reading his mind, the nurse begins to speak.

"Those are the Omegas that didn't listen to their superiors. I'm glad you didn't end up like that, Dean." The nurse smiles down at Dean, and he can detect a hint of maliciousness in her eyes. So much for equality from the Betas, thought Dean. After what must be ten minutes of walking, they arrive at a large set of double doors, behind which he can hear quiet murmuring. After a second, the nurse pushes Dean through the door leaves him next to a desk with two surly-looking Betas. She walks back through the door she came from and immediately the two Betas stand up and circle Dean.

"Hey guys, like what you see?" Dean says sarcastically. Without a word, the taller of the two slaps Dean hard across the face, then unceremoniously dumps him out of the wheelchair. The shorter one leans down and caresses Dean's now bleeding face.

"You better watch your mouth, Omega. Your Alpha isn't going to tolerate and attitude. You speak when spoken to, understood?" Dean nods and the taller Beta kicks him in the ribs.

"He said, do you understand!"

"Yes." Squeaks Dean

"Yes sir." Orders the short one.

"Yes sir." Apparently satisfied, they lift him up by his arms and carry him to the waiting room. Inside, Dean can see about half a dozen Omegas chained to the walls. Some are bleeding. Some are crying. All are terrified. If he couldn't see the look of terror on their faces, he could smell it. The smell of fear was palpable in the room. The Betas threw him against the wall and chained him up with shackles that have obviously never been cleaned. They leave the waiting room, and Dean looks around at the other chained Omegas. He can see that two have what look like black eyes, three are sobbing, but keeping it quiet so that the Betas can't hear, and one is sitting there, completely unperturbed.

"What's your name?" The calm one asks, and Dean has to think for a moment before he answers.

"Dean. Yours?"

"Benny."

"So, tell me something, Benny. Why are you so calm when everyone here looks like they're gonna shit themselves?" Benny laughs softly, then answers.

"Because, being scared don't make the situation better. All we can do is wait, brother." Dean tries to follow his advice but can't keep the scent of fear off his skin. They sit there, in silence, for what feels like hours but was probably only ten minutes. Then, the familiar buzzer sounds and a large door that looks like the opening to a garage slides open. We must be all the Omegas in this place, Dean thinks, and a white bus inches forward near the opening. When it stops, about 10 people get off the bus. Dean gets a whiff and can tell that they are all Betas. The sense of security Dean had with the Betas vanished as soon as the tall Beta hit him before. He stares at the group of people with what he hopes is determination but what is probably drop-dead fear. The group walks towards them, apparently led by one male Beta. The Beta opens his mouth and addresses the whole group.

"It's time. You will be given your assignment when we arrive, then taken in for the corresponding procedures. There will be no appeals, arguing, or whining about your assignment, or I will personally make sure you are assigned housekeeper, and I will cut out your tongue," A deadly smile plays on his lips, "Now, everyone aboard. This is going to be the time of your life!"