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That night after Dean was sure Sam was asleep he snuggled under the covers and perused the skin magazines John kept under one of the mattresses. Out of curiosity the teen flipped through the worn copy of "Busty Asian Beauties" but the pictures just didn't turn his crank.

Next he looked through "Omega Heat". Inside were graphic photos of good looking young men with their asses facing the camera and cracks glistening with juices ready for an Alpha cock to stretch them open.

There were even a few photos of pregnant Omegas with their legs spread. Dean not only got to see their stiff dicks but also their pretty, hairless pussies. Dean couldn't wait for health class to start so he could know more about that part of being an Omega.

There were two pages that really grabbed his attention. One was of an Alpha with a massive erection. Dean wasn't attracted to the Alpha himself since the model was quite hairy, square jawed and muscle bound.

It was the Alpha's dick that Dean enjoying staring at. The teen wondered how it would feel inside of him. But the more Dean thought about the man attached to the impressive member the less Dean felt attracted.

"Nope, sorry buddy not my type. Anyway I'm gonna present as an Alpha any day now…I think…yeah I will"

The other page was Dean's favorite, a young Omega bent in half with a slim bodied, classically handsome Alpha locked dick deep inside the Omega's ass.

Dean rubbed one out quick as a bunny and then fell asleep.

Dreams of his blue eyed teacher filled his imagination sometime during the night. Dean had never met an Alpha like Mr. Novak before, one with a tender side. The dream consisted of them groping and kissing under a blanket. In the end Dean was the one bent with knees to chest just like his favorite picture in "Omega Heat" and it was his teacher's penis swollen and locked inside Dean's body.

In the dream at least it hurt so bad but so very good. Mr. Novak stared straight into Dean's soul and in his perfect, deep voice told Dean he was cherished and worthy of love.

The alarm went off ruining everything. The dream faded away causing Dean let out a groan loud enough for Sam the heavy sleeper to shut off the alarm and see what was wrong with his brother.

Sam placed his hand on Dean's clammy forehead, "You're shivering and sweating at the same time. What's wrong Dean; do you have the flu or something?"

Dean curled into a ball as the cramping started again, "I got pains all over. Bring me some aspirin Sam."

Sam went as fast as lightening returning with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. He took two and gave them to Dean along with the water. "You better not go to school today. I'll stay with you."

"No Sammy call that Alfie kid and see if his folks will pick you up and bring you back home. You said they drive him to school right?"

Sam hated asking for favors especially from a kid he hardly knew. "I can walk to school and maybe get a ride back."

Dean gestured toward the change sitting on the nightstand, "Call when you get there and call before you leave."

"Ok Dean."

Before Sam left they went through the drill.

"You got your lunch ticket?"

"Yeah."

"You got your knife?"

"Yeah."

They both blinked a hug to each other then Sam headed off for school.

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Castiel was quietly reading as the class worked on the assignment he had given them. Five minutes before the bell rang a girl approached his desk with a folded piece of paper in her hand. He gave her a quizzical look, "What can I do for you Megan?"

She flashed her handsome young teacher a dimpled smile then handed over the piece of paper and went back to her seat.

He opened it up and there was a list of signatures and a request from the class to read them more poetry. Castiel kept his composure but was secretly thrilled. He tucked the precious paper in the pocket of his suit coat as a memento. The teacher nodded affirmative to the class as most were watching him for a reaction.

"I'd be more than happy to read a poem aloud to the class at the end of each day. Keep up those grades and I'll make it happen."

There was a general groan followed by snickers and giggles. The bell rang and the kids stampeded out the door. All except Dean Winchester who had been glaringly absent, Castiel felt a bit lonely without the student…his student watching him with inquisitive, bright green eyes.

On a whim he went to the window and watched for Dean's little brother Sam. He spotted the kid by Sam's mop of glorious unruly hair. He was heading across the parking lot with another boy. Castiel wanted to run after him and ask where Dean was but the teacher held back worried Sam would report it to Dean and make the teen uncomfortable.

The teacher packed up his briefcase with work and lugged it out to the parking lot. On the way he made a mental note that with his first paycheck he was going to buy a messenger bag and ditch the briefcase.

He also gave some thought to losing the suit and maybe trying out some dressy jeans and sport shirts for work. Lately Castiel had felt constrained in almost every way. Maybe new clothes would bring about a better frame of mind.

…

Spencer slid an envelope over to his son at the dinner table. Cas eyed it suspiciously as he wolfed down another piece of chicken. "My hands are greasy, what is it?"

"Well when you're done eating take a look."

Scotty watched happily as the two men piled more food on their plates.

Spencer pinched his wife's cheek, "You did great baby this is delicious."

"I got the recipe out of Married Omega Monthly or MOM for short."

Castiel complimented him as well, "I hope someday I have someone to cook like this for me."

After all the grumbling Cas had done about Scotty's terrible cooking the Omega was virtually glowing at the compliment.

The teacher wiped off his hands and opened the mysterious envelope. Inside was a photo of a petite, attractive young male with pretty amber eyes and dark lashes for days. He had a natural sun kissed complexion and long, silky dark hair that fell in waves past his shoulders. The aquiline nose and pouty lips finished the picture.

Spencer grinned when he saw the look on his son's face, "That is Javier my boss's son I told you about. As you can see he's marriage material."

Castiel was at a loss for words. Scotty leaned over his shoulder and took a look, "Wow, suddenly I feel sorta ugly."

Castiel closed his mouth before he caught flies. He put the photo back in the envelope. "I'm not getting married to someone I don't even know. Maybe I'll never get married how about that dad?"

Spencer gave a shrug, "You could at least meet the kid and see if you get along. Court him Cas, he might grow on you."

"How old is he?"

"Eighteen."

"What would I have in common with an eighteen year old? I'm a twenty five year old teacher!"

Scotty rolled his eyes at his step-son, "There you go being a poop again. Honestly Cas sometimes I think you believe you are too good for anyone…there I said it."

Castiel laughed inwardly. Scotty couldn't have been further from the truth. Cas knew he was good looking, athletic and very intelligent and blessed with a powerful voice that demanded attention. Yes there was a lot to offer and any woman or Omega would be damn lucky to have him except for one thing, self-doubt.

Doubts about his place in a society run by other Alphas who seemed to value beauty, fertility and compliance in their mates above all else. Castiel knew these were nice traits but he wanted an Omega that could complete him. A person Cas could love for their character and heart as well as all the window dressing and fertile insides.

These doubts weren't helped by the fact that he only experienced a few lovers in college or that he was broke and living back in his childhood bedroom. None of these things were ego builders when it came to pursuing a mate.

Castiel gave in and agreed to at least meet Javier. He figured once the young man's father learned Cas was broke flatter than a pistol shot and had progressive ideas, his son's little butt would be off limits. The whole matter would resolve itself and Cas could go on living as he wished with no pressure.

Spencer Novak was over the moon. He nudged his son with an elbow and winked, "Guess what…the kid is an accomplished gymnast."

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Dean passed out as soon as Sam left for school. He didn't dream at least not what he could later recall. It was simply blackness until that afternoon when an intense pain between his legs woke Dean up screaming. Dean pressed his face into a pillow to muffle the sounds he just couldn't stop. It hurt too bad to suppress them.

Finally when he was left only sobbing Dean bravely took his fingers and touched just behind his scrotum. Warm liquid he assumed was blood and a small tear along the hidden seam was what Dean found. Just from pressing lightly against the thin bit of skin the rest of the seam let go.

He was left with raw, sore edges that would eventually heal into a smooth, pink vulva. There were other things, hidden bits that would eventually make themselves known to Dean that couldn't be ignored, urethra, inner and outer labia, and the clitoris. It was the rest deep inside that scared Dean the most, the parts that made him vulnerable to becoming pregnant.

This fresh hole and all that came with it would define Dean as a man for the rest of his life. Dean's tears were not just from the wound but from the loss of something he never really had in the first place, Alpha status. The ability to have his words and deeds garner attention, judged as worthy and treated as an equal.

Simply exhausted and afraid to move, Dean spent the better part of an hour lying in a pool of his own blood until the phone rang, it was Sam.

He forced himself to sound as normal as possible when he answered, "Hey Sammy you got a ride home?"

"Yeah, Alfie's mom said she could drop me off."

"I was thinking…could you stay over at your friend's house a couple nights? I'm pretty sure I got the flu and I'm gonna be out of school a couple days. I don't want you getting sick from me."

"No way, I'm not leaving you alone sick like that!"

"Sam, listen to me, go ask and if you can just do it. Don't argue…please it's important."

There was a pause followed by a sigh, "Ok hang on."

Dean heard Alfie let out a happy squeal and begged his mom to let Sam sleep over a couple of days. He even told her Sam could wear his socks and underwear because they were the same size. Dean had to laugh to himself despite how bad he felt. From the sound of it Alfie had a little boy crush on little boy Sam.

Sam came back a few minutes later, "Ok Dean its fine." He gave Dean the family's home phone number and made him promise to call Sam later and then tomorrow night.

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Castiel danced alone in his room to a recording of Hungarian Dance No. 5 putting every drop of emotion into his practiced movements. "I am so weird…who does this? I do that's who…oh well at least no one can see me."

The Cas did a quick step at the end of the song with his arms raised dramatically in the air and then he burst out laughing.

Hearing applause he turned and there was Scotty in a pair of booty shorts and nothing else. "Cas what a talent you are!"

The teacher was in his white boxer briefs with the whole show visible through the thin fabric. "Damn it Scotty, knock why don't you?"

"The door was unlocked and I heard music." He cast an appreciative gaze over his step-son's body, "I bet Spencer used to look like that…your dick is bigger though."

Exasperated Castiel yelled "out!"

Scotty left with merry laughter drifting down the hall that ended abruptly with the sound of a door closing.

Castiel stripped off his sweaty briefs and crawled into bed. He was a night owl and getting up so early for school was something he was still adjusting to.

Drifting off, his thoughts turned to Dean. Right or wrong Castiel missed him and if the kid didn't show up for class tomorrow he was going to inquire about his wellbeing.

The Alpha told himself it was his duty as a teacher to worry about his students but somewhere deep inside a little voice called him a liar. He squelched that little voice and fell asleep with boring thoughts of clothes shopping with his step-mom for the party.

Castiel reached under the pillow and took out the photo of eighteen year old Javier. The teacher figured it was perfectly ok to masturbate to someone that age. After all everyday younger Omegas were married off or sold. Castiel didn't agree with it and as a teacher felt there was a line that shouldn't be crossed even if it was legal.

He squeezed dollop of lube in the palm of his hand then stroked up and down his thickening shaft. He pictured the boss's son sucking his cock. Castiel wondered if Javier had ever blown someone before.

The human mind is a funny thing. Pictures and thoughts drift in and out whether you want them to or not. Sometimes the more you attempt to suppress something the harder your mind pushes it to the forefront and it becomes all consuming.

An image of Dean Winchester popped in his head. Castiel could hear Dean's voice telling him the poem he read was romantic. Then the teacher recalled the tear in his student's jeans and the glimpse of smooth ass cheek peeking through the denim.

The orgasm was so intense Cas had to bite his bottom lip to hold back the moaning. It was all from Dean and thoughts of Javier quickly vanished.

Afterward, feeling ashamed Cas cleaned up and then scolded himself for his weakness. Now he was looking forward to Saturday in hopes this exotic creature would steal his heart away and Dean could go back to just being a hard luck case and his English student.

TBC

A/N- The next chapter will touch on the Omega change among other things ;)