Dean looks around the living room, debating whether to start cleaning or start exploring. On the one hand, he can't just forget everything he's been taught to do, but on the other hand, Alpha told him to take it easy. After a little while, the Omega settles on taking care of his dishes and then exploring the house. He stands, holding the dishes in one hand, and makes his way to the kitchen.
Once inside, he quickly locates the dishwasher and begins to load the dishes, including the ones Alpha used to cook. Dean finishes this in a matter of minutes (speed was part of the training) and then takes a moment to rest, leaning against the counter as he does so. He wasn't lying when he said to Alpha that he felt better, but he still generally felt like crap. He could tell that the fever had gone down some, but he still felt pretty shaky, and his throat still hurt something awful.
After resting for a bit, Dean starts to explore the house. He remembers where the bathroom is, as well as the linen closet, the stairs, and the bedroom, but other than that he hasn't really seen much of the place. Stepping out into the short hallway, he can see two doors that he has yet to travel through. He opens the first door to reveal a cramped laundry room, complete with the musty smell of drying laundry. Dean smiles and shuts the door, thinking that this place will definitely come in handy once Alpha allows him to start doing chores.
Back in the hallway, the Omega travels to the second unidentified door. Behind said door is a stairwell, which Dean assumes leads to the basement. Let's just… leave that one for later, he thinks to himself, and shuts the door. He draws a shaky breath in before continuing, stopping to cough a couple times. Eventually, he makes his way to the upstairs, where he sees the bedroom, another bathroom, an office, and the mysterious white door. Curiosity runs through the Omega's body for a few seconds, but fear wins at the end, and he retreats back downstairs.
So far, Dean has seen nothing to put him on edge or make him think that Alpha has any bad intentions. Don't get too comfortable, he reminds himself as he takes a seat on the floor. He can't take the chance that the couch was just a one-time thing and that he could be punished for sitting on the couch again. Almost as soon as he sits down, he hears the shrill tone of a phone ringing somewhere in the house. He freezes up, startled, but calms once he recognizes the sound. He stands back up and makes his way to the home phone on the kitchen counter. He doesn't recognize the number, but he picks it up anyways, clearing his throat before speaking.
"Uh, Hello… Novak residence, this is… this is Omega speaking, h-how may I help you?" Inwardly, Dean curses himself for the less-that-smooth delivery of the drill line. He hears unfamiliar laughter that makes his spine tingle before the man responds.
"So it's true then, huh? Pretty boy has gotten himself a brand-new Omega."
"Um… I suppose so, yes. How may I help you sir?" Dean was nervous, but he had been told a hundred times how to address superiors, so he knew what to do.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" Dean pauses, not exactly sure how to proceed. Technically, he is only supposed to go by Omega, but this man was obviously at the very least a Beta, and Dean couldn't defy a direct order by a superior.
"Dean, sir. My name is Dean." Again, he hears that bone-chilling laugh.
"Dean. You know what your Alpha does for work, right?"
"No sir, it's not my place to ask questions," Dean stops before continuing, "Can I take a message for Alpha?"
"Sure baby. Tell him to bring you around sometime for a good time. I pay well, and my Pleaser is getting old. Have you mated yet?" The Omega feels himself start to panic at the thought of being alone with any Alpha who uses a Pleaser Omega (for Dean was now sure that this mysterious caller was indeed an Alpha), but also recognizes that he's been asked a question.
"No sir, Alpha has been waiting for the right time. I will pass along the message. Is there anything else?" There is silence for a moment before the Alpha speaks again.
"No darling, I don't think so. I look forward to having you, Omega." The line goes dead. Almost immediately after the caller hangs up, the phone rings once again.
"H-Hello, Novak Residence, this is Omega speaking, how may I - how may I help you?" Better this time, he notes to himself.
"Hello, Dean? Is that you?" Dean breathes a sigh of relief when he recognizes Alpha's voice through the speaker.
"Yes sir, this is your Omega. How may I help you?"
"I was just calling to see how you're doing. You sound a little shaken up, you okay?" Dean contemplates lying, but knows that it's against the Omega Code to lie to an Alpha.
"I just got off the phone with a man. He asked me some questions and told me to deliver a message."
"What's the message?"
"Well, he… he told me to tell you to bring me… to bring me around for a good time. He asked me my name, and if I knew what you did for work, and whether we've mated yet." Alpha was silent for a short period, and Dean wonders if he said something wrong.
"Did you tell him?" Alpha's voice is not unkind, but there's an edge to it as well.
"Yes sir, he has superiority over me. I had to."
"I know Dean, I know. His name is Alastair, and I promise you that you will never need to meet him, okay? He's a work associate of mine, and I do not approve of the way he treats his Omegas."
Dean was relieved, but also confused. Alphas were supposed to like sharing, at least before mating.
"He offered money, Alpha."
"So? Do you want to used as a sex toy by him?" It felt weird to hear Alpha say things like 'sex toy', but even weirder to be asked what he wanted.
"I want whatever you want, Alpha Castiel."
"I want you to be safe. So no Alastair, okay?"
"Okay, no Alastair." Dean was happy that he wouldn't have to be used by yet another Alpha, but was still decidedly perplexed at why exactly Alpha wanted to keep him safe.
"In other news, I'm getting out of work early today, so I'll be home at about one." Dean looks at the clock - 12:03. "Feel free to grab some food out of the fridge, but you don't have to cook me anything. Did you get to explore the house?"
"Yeah, I did. I like the walls upstairs. And I know where the laundry room is now, so I can put a load in tonight if you'd like."
"Well, I'm glad you like the color, but you don't need to do any laundry for me. I'll take care of it."
"Yes Alpha, as you wish."
"Is there anything else you need?" Dean thinks for a moment before asking.
"Actually… Alpha, sir, permission to ask a question?"
"Of course Dean, you don't need to ask permission to ask me a question."
"Well, sir, I was wondering… what is your job? I mean you don't have to answer, but I just wanted to-"
"Dean." Immediately, the Omega shuts his mouth, shaking all over from anticipated punishment.
"I work in the Incarceration Facility."
"The IF? Wow, that must be… stressful." Alpha chuckles, making Dean smile against his will. He lets out a few coughs, and he can hear Alpha's laugh taper off.
"Yes, it definitely can be. Why don't you go get some rest Dean? You still don't sound well. I'll wake you once I get home."
"Yes Alpha. I'll see you then."
"See you then Dean, bye." Alpha hangs up the phone, and Dean makes his way back to the living room quietly. He is, of course, happy that he isn't going to be punished for his question, but he still feels the residual panic that stirred inside of him. Once he is able to push the panic away, he realizes that he is, in fact, incredibly tired, and he slowly lays down on top of the blanket on the floor and shuts his eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.
