Summary:
Castiel, who shares leadership of the Hells Angels biker gang with his two older alpha brothers, finds out that a rival gang has been encroaching on their territory. During a tense meeting with the Devil's Blood gang in Lawrence, KS, he becomes the owner of a scared, broken young omega named Dean. Having forgotten how to speak after a decade under Azazel's cruel ownership, can the young omega learn to trust his new family, and maybe reconnect with the one he lost?
Notes:
This is the first modern omega!Dean fic I have written, and it's kind of a companion piece to my HS AU with alpha!Dean & omega!Castiel. I like the idea of Cas as a biker gang leader, and of course Hells Angels works perfectly for them. This chapter is kinda long, mostly because of the meeting scene, but future ones will be shorter. There is a mention of forced abortions (when the omega didn't know or didn't agree to the procedure), but it's brief.
Every chapter title should be an AC/DC song unless I somehow write more than they did.
Relationships:
• Castiel/Dean Winchester
• Gabriel/Sam Winchester
• Charlie Bradbury/Gilda
• Gadreel/Benny Lafitte
• Balthazar/Crowley (Supernatural)
• Mick Davies/Arthur Ketch
• Adam Milligan/Samandriel
Characters:
• Bobby Singer
• Jody Mills
• Michael (Supernatural)
• Lucifer (Supernatural)
• Azazel (Supernatural)
• Alastair (Supernatural)
• Asmodeus (Supernatural)
Additional Tags:
• Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
• Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester
• Alpha Castiel (Supernatural)
• Omega Dean Winchester
• Gabriel Has a Crush on Sam Winchester
• Alpha Sam Winchester
• Omega Gabriel (Supernatural)
• Alpha Balthazar (Supernatural)
• Omega Crowley (Supernatural)
• Alpha Benny Lafitte
• Omega Gadreel (Supernatural)
• Alpha Adam Milligan
• Omega Samandriel (Supernatural)
• Alpha Arthur Ketch
• BAMF Castiel (Supernatural)
• Emotional Hurt/Comfort
• Past Abuse
• Dean's life hasn't been great
• Bad Parent John Winchester
• Asmodeus Being an Asshole (Supernatural)
• Biker Castiel (Supernatural)
• Biker Sam Winchester
• Protective Gabriel (Supernatural)
• Good Person Michael (Supernatural)
• Good Sibling Lucifer (Supernatural)
• Dean Winchester Wears Panties
• Azazel Being an Asshole (Supernatural)
Chapter 1: Moneytalks
Smoke curled through the seedy bar, whispering across the patrons' skin as they shuffled between the pool tables and their food. One of them, a raven-haired biker with intense azure eyes, watched as his older brother hustled another game of pool, the blonde omega grinning as he collected his earnings and returned to the back couches. He grabbed one of the beers and drained it quickly, grinning at the tall alpha. "I love new towns."
"Gabriel." The alpha offered his shorter companion a long-suffering sigh before taking a swig of his own beer. "One day someone is going to punch your pretty face in."
"Good thing my big, bad alpha brother will kick their ass for daring to lay a finger on me."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Castiel, are you ready to go?" The alpha's second, a lean, hedonistic alpha who could always be counted on to find the best parties, slid into the seat beside his leader and nodded toward the door. "We have to get on the road if you want to make Lawrence by morning."
"I don't particularly care if we make Lawrence at all," Castiel growled, running his fingers across one of the colorful tattoos on his arm. "But I suppose we have to be at that meeting."
"Unless you want to disobey Michael."
Castiel rolled his eyes and shook his head. Sometimes he fought with his oldest brother, but he would never challenge him for leadership of the dozens of loosely related Hells Angels biker clans. He enjoyed leading his own gang and had no intention of taking on the responsibility and stress of managing anything more. "Gather the boys."
"Yes, sir."
Ten minutes later, the quiet small-town night was shattered by the deep rumble of dozens of motorcycle engines, from the deep baritone growl of the big cruisers and touring bikes to the shrill cries of the smaller sport bikes used by the younger guards. They filed down the one main road toward the highway and the early-morning meeting in Lawrence, Kansas.
Benny leaned back in his seat and sipped his coffee, blue eyes constantly scanning the room in clear contrast to his relaxed appearance. He was a front guard for the Midwest Hells Angels clan, and he was scouting the Lawrence meeting location for his boss, Castiel. The raven-haired alpha had taken Benny in after the Louisiana native had lost his mate Andrea in childbirth three years earlier, and he had ridden with the gang ever since. Benny owed Castiel for showing him that life was still worth living, even after everything he had lost, so he was glad when he could pay back some small part of that debt.
The burly alpha watched as Azazel, head of the local chapter of the Devil's Blood biker gang, slithered into the bar, his lieutenant Alastair, three alpha guards, two beta riders, and three ragged young omegas in his wake. There weren't many laws protecting omegas from their dominant partner, as long as they were legally owned, and it was clear that Azazel didn't much care about how they were treated in his gang. The tallest, a male, was skinny and dirty, road grime coating a face that could be pretty if it had seen a bar of soap in the last few months. He wore an old canvas jacket and a ragged black leather collar, probably the cheapest his alpha could buy, and his jeans were worn thin and riddled with holes and poor patch jobs. The other two omegas were female, much smaller, and wearing newer clothes. Benny could tell that they were somewhat younger than the boy, but they seemed to belong to more considerate partners, and he found himself feeling sorry for the young male.
The sallow, slimy-looking, yellow-eyed alpha took a seat against the wall, his people claiming a few other tables throughout the diner as a smiling waitress approached to take their orders. The male omega, sitting silently at the alpha's side with his hands in his lap, looked up for just a moment, his brilliant jade eyes meeting Benny's wary blue from across the room. The alpha could see the pain and the desperation there, but Azazel smacked the boy a moment later and he dropped his gaze.
Benny took a deep breath to calm himself, knowing better than to start a fight with another alpha over how he treated his omega. The Hells Angels had firm rules against mistreating omegas, probably because of how many omega siblings and cousins the lead alphas had, but most other gangs had no guidelines protecting them at all. Benny glanced at his phone, sending a quick text to Castiel's lieutenant with the number and threat evaluation of the Demon's Blood gang.
Balthazar's text notification vibrated from his phone where it sat on his leg under the table, and Benny glanced down to read the response.
Balthazar: Good job, Benny. Patrons?
Benny: Three, but they look almost done. Should be gone when you arrive.
Balthazar: Good. Don't blow your cover, even after we arrive. Ishim and Inias will arrive in ten and back you up.
Benny: Heard, Brother.
As promised, the tall, graying alpha and his slender beta partner entered the diner a few minutes later, both dressed impeccably in suits and ties. Ishim's dark gray pinstripe three-piece suit covered all of his tattoos and offered him the cover of a high-profile lawyer, and young Inias looked every bit the part of a nervous paralegal. They carried briefcases filed with actual court papers and legal documents, settling into a seat halfway across the room from Benny as they ordered coffee and muffins. Nothing in their demeanor marked them as fierce members of a powerful biker gang, and hopefully nothing would happen that would require their assistance. They would be ready, though, in case the peace talks broke down.
It didn't take long for the Hells Angels to arrive, about ten minutes after the last civilians left the diner. Ishim and Inias looked up with a kind of detached curiosity as the gang of bikers strode through the door, but they returned to their work a moment later. Benny flagged down the young waitress for a refill as he did his best to emulate his clan members.
The first biker to enter the diner was dark-haired Arthur Ketch, a strong alpha who served as the clan's official assassin, taking care of the jobs that were too distasteful for other members of the family. He had recently taken a mate, though no one was sure why the omega Mick Davies accepted his suit, but they seemed to get along well enough. None of the clan's omegas had been invited to the meeting, except for Gabriel since it was physically impossible to prevent him from showing up wherever he wanted, and all of the alphas preferred to keep their partners safe from inter-gang relations that had a chance to go south quickly.
Ketch glared at Azazel and his thin-faced lieutenant, glancing over his shoulder and nodding. Balthazar, physically the polar opposite of the clan's assassin, entered second, a red bandana tied around his short blonde hair. His heavy leather jacket, emblazoned with the gang's logo and a few of his own personal patches, concealed a large number of knives, a few joints, a taser, two pairs of handcuffs, and at least one smoke bomb. He was the weapons master of the gang, but his deep v-neck shirt and hedonistic reputation ensured that every other biker clan would be quick to underestimate him. He was Castiel's lieutenant and personal bodyguard, and the Head Alpha wouldn't go anywhere without him.
The third alpha to enter was a dark-haired young female in a tight leather vest, her jeans and boots black. Hannah was actually one of the sweetest women Benny had met, but she had a hard exterior and would defend her clan from any threat. She kept a condo in the clan's home city of Chicago where her pregnant omega mate waited patiently for her return. She walked to Azazel's table and took a seat, leaning forward and exchanging pleasantries with the rival alpha, making certain that the Devil's Blood gang would obey the stipulations of the agreement that had been agreed upon weeks earlier. Azazel raised his arm and pointed at three other tables holding his people, murmuring something back that sounded snarky from Benny's position across the room.
Balthazar let his gaze pass slowly across the other patrons, not lingering on any of his men. Benny, in the pre-arranged signal that indicated that Azazel was telling the truth, grabbed a pack of sugar and emptied it into his cup before taking another sip. Balthazar pulled out his phone and typed something short, waiting patiently as another alpha and two betas entered the room, balancing out the two parties for the summit. Akobel, Malachi, and Isaac took seats at the other three tables, Hannah and Ketch joining them as Balthazar held the door open for the last two members of the biker gang.
Gabriel entered first, the short omega glaring at the Devil's Blood bikers as he stalked into the diner. People frequently underestimated him because of his height and subgender, but he had been determined to attend this meeting with his brother. Castiel entered a moment later, looking every bit the leader of a powerful biker gang, dressed in dark denim jeans, black boots, and a black leather jacket over his dark shirts, with raven hair mussed from his helmet. He tapped his brother's shoulder as he entered, striding to Azazel's table and taking a seat.
The other alpha growled and placed his hands flat on the table. "Castiel Novak, we agreed to bring an equal number of guards."
Castiel glanced at his brother, grinning darkly. "Omegas don't count, Azazel Prince. Gabriel is here as my omega, just like that boy here is attending as yours." He waved an unconcerned hand at the skinny boy trembling slightly beside the Devil leader, ignoring the flash of red in the other alpha's eyes and the sour scent of fear from the omega. Castiel hated the way some of the other gangs treated their omegas, as if they were no more than property, but he couldn't save every half-starved kid he came across. "Unless you want me to count your three omegas against my one? If so, I may have to consider you in breach of our agreement."
"No, your brother is welcome at this table," Azazel replied swiftly. "Let's get this over with."
"Fine. Michael sent me here to discuss your breach of our contracted borders. Hells Angels rule everything east of 35, including the major cities that it passes through. Do you know which cities those are, Azazel?"
The alpha shrugged, but the younger, black-bearded beta at his side cleared his throat. His accent was almost southern, even though he and his siblings were from Idaho, and he insisted on wearing a pure white suit, tie, boots, and leather jacket even on his bike. He was certainly strange, but the Hells Angels had never categorized Asmodeus a threat, though his three alpha siblings caused them no end of trouble. "Minneapolis, Des Moines, Wichita, Oklahoma City, Dallas, Fort Worth, Austin, San Antonio, and Laredo at the border."
"You missed Topeka," Gabriel snapped, his eyes flashing at the older alpha.
"Highway 35 stops at Emporia," Asmodeus argued. "Only 70 and 335 run through Topeka."
"The agreement between Hells Angels, Devil's Blood, and Demon Hunters was amended two years ago to give the Hunters more of the northern Midwest and to give you all of west Texas. You know full well that the agreement moved our border from 35 at Emporia to 335 at Topeka. That puts Lawrence squarely on our side of the border." Balthazar dropped a map on the table to emphasize his point, each of the three large territories marked with a different color.
Castiel crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in the chair, waving the waitress away as she came to check on them. He didn't plan to be in this meeting long enough to need a drink. "You have been operating in Hells Angels territory for twenty months. You broke the accord almost as soon as it was signed. Michael is not pleased."
Azazel flinched at the implied threat in the other alpha's gravelly voice, glancing at his siblings as he considered his answer. He was the oldest of the Princes at forty-five, though Asmodeus looked older with that gray streak in his beard. Ramiel, Azazel's only alpha brother, leaned down to whisper something to his omega mate, grinning as the dark-haired girl leaned closer and nuzzled him. He was rumored to be the gentlest of the four, living secluded in a fishing cabin outside of Denver when he wasn't riding with the gang. Dagon, the only female of the bunch, shrugged at her older brother, clearly not caring enough to remember back to the contract they had all signed. "We don't recognize the validity of your claim."
"Good thing we brought a copy for you," Ketch purred, standing from his table and pulling a folded sheaf of papers out of his jacket pocket. He kept his movements slow and deliberate, telegraphing each action in an attempt to keep the peace. Ramiel took the papers from him and skimmed through it quickly, passing them off to Alastair.
"This doesn't explicitly list those cities," the lieutenant murmured. "I'll have to check our records back in Denver and ensure that this copy is legit."
"That's Azazel's seal at the bottom," Gabriel pointed out, struggling to keep his scent calm. "Surely you recognize your own master's mark."
Asmodeus turned the full force of his pale yellow gaze toward the omega, grinning salaciously at the smaller man. "My, my, listen to the omega pup who speaks like an alpha. Someone has forgotten his manners."
"That 'someone' has a name," Gabriel snapped, leaning forward toward the alpha and baring his teeth. "I'm Gabriel Novak, brother of Michael, Lucifer, and Castiel and you will show me some respect. Or I will rip your throat out."
Asmodeus snorted. "Yeah? You and what army?" Gabriel growled and snapped his teeth, fully determined to kill this alpha, accord or not. Asmodeus's arm shot out, the older biker moving much faster than Gabriel had anticipated, and grabbed his throat. Unable to resist his omega instincts, Gabriel froze at the pressure of the fingers on the back of his neck, every muscle in his body trying desperately to submit.
Castiel, however, was not frozen. He had Azazel pinned to the table mere seconds later, Ketch and Balthazar pulling Asmodeus away from Gabriel as the rest of the Hells Angels grabbed the Demon's Blood bikers. Benny, Ishim, and Inias even joined the sudden brawl, pulling Alastair and Abaddon away from their alpha as they waited for the oldest Prince to submit.
"What is the meaning of this?! You brought additional men? We had an agreement!"
"No, Azazel," Castiel replied calmly. "Three members of my gang just happened to be here eating, and your brother's inappropriate actions toward Gabriel forced them to come to his defense. This is, after all, my territory."
Azazel struggled against Castiel's tight grip, but the younger alpha had been fighting bigger opponents his entire life and he would not let the Demon's Blood biker free. When Azazel finally stopped twisting and struggling, when he finally realized that he had lost, Castiel dug his elbow into the other alpha's lower back, eliciting a half-formed scream of pain. "We concede your claim!" Azazel gasped, kicking out with his legs in an attempt to escape. "We're, uh, sorry for the misunderstanding."
Castiel pulled Azazel to his feet, waiting for Balthazar to cuff him before pushing him back to his seat. He had won the physical altercation, now he had a mental game to play, and those he rarely lost. "I'm not sure that sorry is good enough, Azazel. Any revenue loss is immaterial when compared to what your brother just tried to do to mine. As an unmated omega, Gabriel belongs to me, and I have every right to demand recompense for the emotional and physical damage Asmodeus has caused to my property." The alpha didn't believe in the way many biker gangs treated omegas, especially males, like chattel, but he knew that he had to talk like them in tense situations like this. Gabriel knew his brother's heart, so he would gladly play the part of the injured young omega if it helped in negotiations with rival gangs.
"Damage? He barely touched your brother!"
Castiel pulled Gabriel closer and gently touched his neck, pointing at the dark bruises already forming on the omega's neck. The blonde refused to wear a collar, so the damage was even more obvious, and Gabriel always tended to bruise easily. "This will take weeks to heal, if it even will. I can't have the value of a young, fertile omega diminished when he has not yet been promised to an alpha. Besides, punishment in omega crimes often has more to do with intent than actual result, and Asmodeus certainly intended to leave more marks than this. It seemed to me that he planned to steal Gabriel."
"Don't be ridiculous," Asmodeus scoffed, struggling against Ketch's iron grip. "I was just trying to shut him up! Damned omega needs to learn his place."
"And you planned to teach it to him, I suppose?" Ketch's smooth voice, heavy with accusation, stilled the beta he had pinned. "Your crimes now include intent to harm an omega, probable intent to kidnap an omega, and actual physical damage to an omega. I believe that Castiel can demand forty lashes for this, possibly castration if the judge rules on the kidnapping charge."
Asmodeus whined and struggled to escape, turning to his older brother for help. Clearly, they had underestimated the power of the Hells Angels gang, and they didn't believe for a moment that Castiel would turn them over to the cops. He would be the one to mete out punishment for these crimes. "Azazel!"
"Wait, Castiel, please! He's my brother; I don't want to see him hurt."
The raven-haired alpha leaned back in his seat, placing a comforting hand between Gabriel's shoulder blades. The omega whined softly and leaned into the touch, well accustomed to playing the part of the injured, frightened brother. Cas pet his hair gently, watching as Azazel's eyes widened. He had underestimated the bond between the biker brothers. "I wasn't spared from seeing my brother hurt. Why should you be? And we both know that fertile omegas are far, far more valuable than mouthy beta brothers." Castiel sneered that last bit, knowing that it would strike a chord with the other gang leader.
"I'll pay you! Name your price to leave my brother unharmed."
"I don't need money," Castiel scoffed, trying to decide what he could get out of the agreement. As much fun as it would be to beat and castrate Azazel's younger brother, the consequences to his gang would be enormous, possibly starting a blood feud between the clans, and Gabriel wasn't actually hurt at all. He had to find a more diplomatic way out of this situation.
Azazel glanced to his side, at the half-starved young omega still staring quietly at the table even through the commotion. Cas wondered if the boy had heard or processed anything that had been said at the table. "What about an omega? I know that you ride alone."
"You can't trade away your mate," Castiel argued, admittedly intrigued by the offer.
"This isn't my mate," Azazel scoffed, pulling at his handcuffs. "My Lilith is waiting at home, pregnant with our third pup, but she refuses to get on the bike. This boy is my bed-warmer for long rides. He's very well trained in pleasure and service, and he knows that an omega is meant to be seen and not heard."
Castiel stared at the boy, one whose scent was completely muted by Azazel's rotten aroma, one who had not looked up or moved the entire meeting. Even the two female omegas had watched the other gang curiously or nuzzled their alphas before the fight started, but the boy clearly had no desire to be close to Azazel. Maybe he would welcome the change. "I don't need an omega."
"Of course you do," Azazel purred, leaning forward as much as his restrained arms would let him. "He's a good fuck, if a bit quiet, and incredibly fertile. He's had three pregnancies since I acquired him ten years ago."
Castiel narrowed his eyes as he considered Azazel's words. "He can't be more than twenty. You've had him since before he presented?"
"He's twenty-two," the older alpha corrected. "Yes, I had him before his first heat, but I spent the first few years training him to be a proper omega. You can reap the rewards of my fine work if you will let my brother be."
Balthazar leaned close enough to whisper in his boss's ear. "Benny wants you to take the boy, Cas. He thinks Azazel and possibly Alastair torture him." The two alphas had grown closer than brothers since the Cajun joined the gang, and Balthazar would often have intense, but completely silent conversations with Benny during meetings just like this one. Cas didn't bother to wonder how his lieutenant knew what the other alpha suspected, just accepted that he did.
Cas sighed and leaned back in his chair, intense azure eyes boring into the young omega. He knew that the boy sensed his scrutiny, but he never moved. "Three pregnancies," Cas repeated, suddenly remembering what Azazel had said. "Where are his pups?"
Azazel shrugged, and Cas felt ice flash through his veins as he realized what the alpha had done. "I can't have a pregnant omega on a bike. I got rid of them."
The boy did react to that, flinching away from his alpha as tears filled his green eyes. Cas saw Benny puff up from across the room, all of the members of his gang reacting to the thought of an omega forced to abort a pregnancy against his wishes. They would never have treated him so badly. Cas knew that he had to agree to the swap, the omega for Asmodeus's punishment.
"I suppose he'll do," Castiel growled, motioning for Ketch to cuff his prisoner and return him to his chair. "Do you have his ownership papers?"
"Of course, in my bag." Cas waved his hand and waited for Balthazar to remove Azazel's cuffs, both of them watching him closely as he reached into his bag for a brown envelope holding a sheaf of papers. Most people would keep documents as important as those in a lock box in their house, but Azazel didn't even trust his own mate, so he kept all of his important documents with him at all times.
Balthazar took the papers and glanced through them, nodding toward his boss. "They're legit. You'll need a notary, though; Kansas law requires it."
Benny snorted and reached into his pocket, sending a quick text. "Charlie is a notary. I'm calling her in."
Cas's clan had more female alphas than any other biker gang in the country, and Charlie was one of them. The petite redhead was a firecracker, a skilled computer hacker without compare, and a licensed notary in at least twenty states. She entered the diner and casually strode to her alpha's side, hands tucked in the pockets of her tight jeans, a black backpack slung over one shoulder as her emerald eyes examined the room. "Talks going well?"
"None of that," Cas scolded. "I'm buying an omega; are you a notary here?"
Charlie, to her credit, didn't even blink at the information, shrugging and digging into her bag. "Yeah, probably. What state are we in?"
"Kansas," Ketch supplied helpfully.
"Oh, yeah, I am." She pulled her stamp out of her bag and waved a hand for the papers, glancing through them quickly. "Yep, these are the originals. He's from here, actually. This is a Kansas seal. The owner is listed as Azazel Prince. He'll need to sign here, here, here, here, and here and then you'll have to initial these three clauses and sign everywhere he signed. There are three copies; you'll have to do all of them." The young alpha placed the papers in front of Azazel, handing him a pen and pointing. "Let's begin, then."
Cas watched the young omega, whose name he still didn't know, during the proceedings. The boy didn't move, didn't turn his head, and didn't make a single noise while his life was being signed away, and Cas truly hoped that he was making the right choice. The tear tracks on the omega's cheeks, remnants of his reaction to Azazel's casual discussion of the abortions he had endured, solidified the head alpha's determination. He would save this young man.
Azazel pushed the papers toward Castiel, handing over the pen. "What are you going to do for comfort now?" Castiel began to sign, keeping an eye on his opponent and trusting that his people would watch the other bikers.
"I'll pick up another pet," Azazel replied. "Maybe I won't. I have two teenage children, one who already rides with us, and an infant on the way. Keeping another omega may be more trouble than it's worth. I've thought about selling him a number of times."
"Fine," Cas replied, not really having anything better to say. He couldn't stop Azazel from finding another pour soul to torment, but he could save this omega. "Charlie, your turn."
The redhead stamped the papers and signed her name, repeating the process on the other two copies. "I'll need to go to the town hall to file these."
"Is Azazel's part done?"
"Yes."
"Fine." Castiel pushed himself to his feet, glaring at the other biker alpha through narrowed azure eyes. "Leave, and don't return. This town belongs to us, and that boy belongs to me. I never want to have this conversation again, Azazel Prince."
"And you won't, Castiel Novak," the Devil's Blood biker promised, standing from his chair carefully, his gang members and their two omegas backing toward the door. He stopped behind his omega's chair and reached for the boy's collar, unbuckling it and tucking the piece of leather into his jacket pocket. The omega did look up at that, shock and fear in his jade eyes as his scent soured, finally strong enough to break through Azazel's aroma. He moved to stand, to follow his alpha, but Azazel pushed him back into the chair. "You're his bitch now," he explained cruelly, pointing at the raven-haired alpha. And with that he was gone, without even a farewell to the omega who had shared his bed for a decade.
"What's his name?" Cas glanced at Charlie as his gang spread out to the other tables, ready to have a quick breakfast now that the business of the morning was over. Balthazar and Benny stayed by their leader's side, as always providing him whatever support he needed.
"Uh, Dean. His name's Dean."
Cas took the chair beside the trembling omega, watching those green eyes follow his every move. He wondered how much of the altercation Dean had understood, or if he had become so used to being around his aggressive alpha that he tuned the rest of the world out. Dean watched Cas warily, slowly raising his hand to his throat to feel the skin that had been covered by his collar. A thick, pale line marked skin that had not seen sunlight in a decade. "Hello, Dean. My name is Castiel. I'm not sure how much you heard, but Azazel signed you over to me. I'm going to be taking care of you from now on."
Dean nodded slowly, indicating that he understood. The waitress, who had wisely stayed in the kitchen as soon as she realized that two gangs were meeting, returned to the table, cheerfully cleaning up what remained of the Devil's Blood's plates and cups. They had paid before the Hells Angels arrived, so she cleared their money away, as well. "Can I get you fellas anything to drink? I'll grab you a menu if you want."
"Yes, please. We'll all have some water to start." Cas waved at the chair on the other side of Dean, Gabriel taking that spot as Balthazar, Benny, and Ketch filled the rest of the table. "Dean, are you thirsty?" The omega nodded sharply, the empty table in front of him indicating that Azazel had not bought him breakfast or even allowed him a free glass of water while they waited for the other bikers to arrive. From the omega's reaction, Cas guessed that it happened a lot. "Do you want water or something else?"
Dean stared at the menu the waitress placed in front of him, slowly raising his hand to touch the picture of coffee. Gabriel reached over and pointed at the breakfast options, smiling gently at the younger omega. "Are you hungry, kiddo? I didn't see Azazel offer you anything to eat, and I bet you're starving after having to sit through all that fighting this morning." Dean nodded slowly, probably not trusting that Gabe was genuine. He would be more likely to open up to another omega than an alpha, though. "Ok, what do you like? I get pancakes or French toast, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and sometimes toast."
Dean glanced at the pictures, settling on a meal that actually included all of those things, one that Gabe gladly ordered with him. Ketch and Benny stuck to omelets while Balthazar and Castiel joined the omegas with pancakes. "Dean, I'm sorry I didn't ask you about all of this before Azazel signed you over, but he's not the kind of alpha to have let you voice your opinion. I hope this is okay, you joining our gang."
Dean nodded carefully, sipping at his water while he waited for coffee. He pointed at his neck, then at Gabriel's, a question in his green eyes. The blonde refused to wear a collar, and since there had not been a collaring law in five decades, his brothers had never forced the issue.
"Do you want a collar? Gabe hates them, but if you got used to wearing one we can stop by a store. Mick, Gilda, and Lily wear them, but that's just because they're contrary little shits." Charlie, who had joined Hannah's table, snorted at the description of her wife, the other alpha chuckling as well. "They do it as a fashion statement, but I don't make any of my omegas wear them. I don't know if Azazel ever gave you a choice."
Dean narrowed his eyes and shrugged. It was unlikely that his former alpha gave him many choices at all. Gabriel tilted his head curiously, reaching out to brush his fingers against the other omega's throat. "You don't talk much, do you Dean-o?"
Dean shook his head, the faintest scent of fear radiating from his skin. Cas wondered how long it had been since Azazel last allowed the boy to speak, and what the punishment had been when he did so out of turn. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to," Cas assured him. "We'll get along just fine either way. Here's your coffee."
Dean nodded gratefully and took a sip, frowning and reaching for the sugar. He paused as he grabbed it, clearly waiting for punishment, but when none came he picked it up and poured some into his coffee. Once it was suitably sweet, the omega began to sip it, smiling to himself at the feeling of caffeine. It had clearly been a long time since he was allowed to have any.
"Do you have any belongings, Dean?" The omega slipped out of his dirty canvas jacket, revealing a small black backpack that had been hidden underneath. It was too small to carry much more than a single change of clothes and maybe some toiletries. "You don't have much in the way of clothes, then?" Dean pointed at his shirt and pants, eyes narrowed in confusion. Sure he had clothes; he was wearing them, wasn't he?
Benny leaned closer to Cas, keeping his voice low as the waitress arrived with food. "Boss, we can't jump on the road with him like this. You need to spend time with him, gain his trust, and maybe break some of the conditioning he certainly has from a decade with Azazel."
"I agree," the head alpha replied, smiling gratefully at the waitress. "We also need to get him cleaned up and clothed, if nothing else. Besides, I don't trust Azazel's retreat. If we leave, he very well may roll back into town tomorrow."
"What do you suggest?" Balthazar leaned halfway across the table so he could join the muted conversation, blue eyes flicking to the newest member of the gang.
"We'll stay here," Cas decided. "Half of the gang will take up residence here and the other half will return to Chicago to close up shop and rent out all of our properties. I'll need to call my brothers, too. Kansas is going to be our base of operations for the foreseeable future."
"Lawrence?" Gabriel cleared his mouth long enough to voice his incredulity. "You want us all to stay in this tiny town?"
"No, we'll put people in Topeka and Kansas City, as well. Most of the omegas and their mates will stay here, in Lawrence, and help Dean heal from his time with Azazel. Balthazar, get in contact with our people in Wichita and Oklahoma City, tell them to watch out for Devil's Blood members trying to take our territory. Send a message to the Head Alpha of the Demon Hunters while you're at it, and arrange a meeting."
"On it, boss."
"I'll get us hotel rooms for the next few weeks and dig up a real estate agent," Benny offered. "Do you want to rent or own?"
"Owning is always easier. Get me a meeting with the agent as soon as you can; I hate hotels."
The two alphas wolfed down the last of their food and headed out the door, each to complete his own tasks. They rarely left Castiel's side, but there were enough gang members in the diner to keep their boss and his family safe. "A change of scenery is just what we need!"
Charlie snorted as she pulled out her cell phone, having heard enough of the conversation to realize that she would have to move her mate to Lawrence. "Gabe, remind me to tell Gilda that you think this is a great idea."
The blonde omega slouched down in his chair and turned back to his food. Angering Charlie's mate was a terrifying prospect.