To everyone that already read this chapter please go back and read chapter 3. "Presenting Dean Winchester". I posted this as the third chapter by accident when it was actually to be chapter 4.

Sorry for the confusion! I think it will all make sense now that the missing chapter is posted.

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Without Sam around Dean could let out his anguish to an empty room and wouldn't need to plaster on a brave face. It was difficult to always be the strong one in order to protect his little brother.

Feeling the urge to pee, Dean peeled himself off the bedding almost pulling the bloody sheets along with him. Each movement was sheer agony. In the past Dean had received broken bones, cuts, and bruises and even got stabbed once but nothing compared to this.

He shuffled to the bathroom and stepped carefully into the tub. Even lifting his legs to get in was torture. After turning on the shower Dean washed himself by holding the shower head between his legs. He sunk to his knees crying until he couldn't kneel any longer.

"Just another rinse and then get rid of the evidence."

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Wearing a pair of sweatpants with a pillow case stuffed in the crotch Dean gathered up the bloody bedding and towels and made his way to the back of the motel where the dumpster was located and tossed everything inside.

It was after midnight and the motel office was closed until morning. Dean took advantage of the quiet and headed right for the supply room. He easily picked the lock and entered. Stealing stacks of clean sheets, extra towels, soap, deodorizer, rags and a bucket he hurried back their room squirreling everything away. Dean took one more trip back and found duct tape, Lysol disinfectant concentrate and extra wash cloths.

He carefully arranged things so the empty spots weren't noticeable and then locked the door on his way out.

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If Dean had learned anything from John Winchester it was how to survive. He had to give his old man props for that. Sometimes in life a guy had to take the lemons he was handed and make lemonade. Dean was a champ at that.

He didn't have money to buy the supplies he needed nor would a young teen walking down the Omega hygiene aisle alone be very safe. There were products aimed especially at someone like him. A young, virgin Omega presenting himself to the world with all the blood, pain and mental anguish he could handle.

Dean would have bloody spotting for several weeks as he slowly healed. At this point he had no idea how he would handle school. That was the last thing on Dean's mind.

He took the stolen wash cloths and folded two in half. Securing the edges and back with duct tape Dean figured it would make a workable pad until he could get his hands on the supplies he needed. Within an hour Dean had a dozen made. The trouble was they would be difficult to wash and conceal.

He decided to bleed freely and save the pads for leaving the motel. After eating some crackers and drinking some whisky Dean crawled back into bed with a towel stuffed between his legs and fell into a fitful sleep.

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Castiel watched for Dean the next morning but only saw Sam arrive with his friend and no Dean Winchester in sight. Now the teacher was worried and not just from his growing interest in the perfect beauty, he was worried for his student's wellbeing.

"Did he run away…no Sam would have alerted someone, or would he? Dean must be ill. That's it; I'm going to that motel and checking on him. It's my duty as a teacher to inquire about my student's whereabouts."

Now he was determined to seek out Sam Winchester after school and ask him if his brother was alright.

…...

Castiel had set aside the last half hour of class one day a week for a poem as long as his students kept up their good grades. After he read the poem the class could discuss the meaning and give their opinions on the verse.

The teacher knew some of the young Alphas thought the poetry was stupid so he invited them to study during those fifteen minutes. As long as they were engaged otherwise and passing his class Castiel was happy.

The Omegas and the girls were almost all entranced with Mr. Novak and this day was no different. The young man sat on the edge of his desk with one leg bent and an arm slung casually over his knee. In the other hand he held old book and read "Secret Flowers" by Katherine Mansfield.

Is love a light for me? A steady light,
A lamp within whose pallid pool I dream
Over old love-books? Or is it a gleam,
A lantern coming towards me from afar
Down a dark mountain? Is my love a star?

Castiel suddenly stood up and raised his arm for a bit of drama. There were giggles, groans and quite a few sighs from the class.

Ah me!- so high above so coldly bright!
The fire dances. Is my love a fire
Leaping down the twilight muddy and bold?
Nay, I'd be frightened of him. I'm too cold
For quick and eager loving. There's a gold
Sheen on these flower petals as they fold
More truly mine, more like to my desire.
The flower petals fold. They are by the sun
Forgotten. In a shadowy wood they grow
Where the dark trees keep up a to-and-fro
Shadowy waving. Who will watch them shine
When I have dreamed my dream? Ah, darling mine,
Find them, gather them for me one by one.

During discussion time many students correlated the flowers with vaginas. Several told the teacher that they had a secret flower. Castiel kept glancing at the clock waiting for the bell to ring. He figured maybe moving on to something other than love poems might be a good idea.

There had been a suggestion of song lyrics instead of poems they could all discuss. Castiel didn't think that was a bad idea since lyrics were a form of poetry anyway.

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Castiel jogged up to Sam and his friend heading toward the parking lot, "Sam Winchester?"

Sam turned and looked the man over quickly assessing him. He was young, slim and cute with pretty blue eyes that held gentleness within them. The crappy suit gave him away as a teacher. Sam figured the guy must be broke since he couldn't afford good clothes.

"Yeah I'm Sam."

"I'm Dean's English teacher Mr. Novak. He hasn't been to school in several days and I'm concerned about him."

Sam gave a nonchalant shrug hiding his worry over his brother's supposed flu, "He's got the flu. I'll see him tomorrow after school. Don't worry. Dean will be ok." Sam turned and left with Alfie trailing just a bit behind him.

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The second day into Dean's ordeal he bathed again then mixed the disinfectant with water. He stood in the bathtub and dabbed the solution on the torn open area. It felt like a hot iron had been pressed against his skin but Dean just bit down on a rolled up wash cloth and let out a slow hiss. The bleeding was down to a trickle now and mostly old tissue sluffing off making way for fresh lining and new possibilities.

The entire thing made Dean sick to his stomach. He felt as if his body had betrayed him in the worst possible way. Determined to hide it from his dad and the world, Dean knew he needed proper products to dampen his scent and stave off the society that wanted him demoted in the human department.

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Castiel drove his lime green Ford Fiesta out the edge of town and spotted the Pine Grove Motel. The beautiful fall sunset was acting as a set of beer goggles for the depressing motel.

He pulled in front of the office and went inside to find a greasy middle aged man in a stained wife beater watching a true crime show. He glanced up at Castiel then back to the TV, "You want a room pretty boy?"

"No, I'm looking for a teenager."

The man let out a honk that was supposed to pass for a laugh, "Aren't we all."

"Let me rephrase that. I'm looking for a teenager staying here and the last name is Winchester."

The man hefted his bulk from the chair and went to the counter. He opened a ledger and ran his finger down and then tapped it, "Yup I got the room number."

"And…"

"And maybe you could give me something for my troubles."

The teacher wanted to tell the man he was disgusting but instead handed him twenty dollars he could ill afford.

"Great, the pretty baby is in room 12 in this row on the end."

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Castiel knocked on the door and when there was no answer he knocked harder. After a minute or two a voice came from the other side. The voice was weak despite Dean trying to sound intimidating.

"Who is it?"

"Dean, its Mr. Novak, I've been worried about you and thought I would stop out and make sure you were alright."

The door opened a crack with the chain still on. The scents in the room rushed out caressing the Alpha's senses bringing primal urges to the surface. He stepped back and the words blurted out next were surprising to both Castiel and Dean.

Cas' voice had changed taking on a course, deeper tone, "I smell your raw scent…its intoxicating." He quivered all over then caught himself and managed to harness his desire. "I...I'm sorry. That was very wrong of me."

Dean peered at his teacher through the crack trying to decide if things were safe, "Mr. Novak I need to be able to trust you. Don't tell anyone about me…please?"

Having gained his composure Castiel stepped back toward the door. "Don't be afraid, I just had a momentary lapse. Yes you can trust me. I would never betray you. Tell me how I can help."

He heard the chain slide and drop then the door opened. Dean looked drawn and pale. The boy was shivering even though he was wrapped tight in a blanket. "Mr. Novak, help me."

Dean waivered from side to side and then fell.

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Dean opened his eyes to a darkened room with just a small lamp turned on. The clock said it was seven pm. A figure sat on the other bed and Dean reached quickly reached under the other pillow and pulled out a pistol.

Another lamp came on and Castiel had his hands up, "Dean it's me remember? You blacked out for a bit. Please put the gun away."

The boy fell back on the pillow letting his grip go on the gun. Castiel took it away and put it in a drawer. "How can I help you?"

Now awake and embarrassed as everything came back to him Dean pulled the blanket over his face and mumbled, "I need supplies."

"Do you have money and a list?"

"No."

Castiel had his emergency credit card with him and resigned himself to picking up the tab. "Alright don't worry about money. What do you need?"

Dean gave him a rough outline of the supplies he thought he would need. Dean didn't really know for sure and tried to think of everything he could.

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The teacher stood in the Omega hygiene aisle of Bergman Pharmacy reading all the boxes of products. He was overwhelmed with the selection and for once the teacher felt stupid.

Castiel picked up a box with flowers on the front and read the front and back, "Omega Freedom Scent Blocker…a blend of essential oils…simply rub a liberal amount inside the vagina and anus during heat. Lasts up to eight hours…reapply after using the bathroom…guaranteed to prevent up to 80% of rapes and sexual assaults outside of the home."

The whole shopping excursion was a real eye opener for the Alpha. In the end he had filled the cart. As he headed toward the counter he grabbed some impulse items for Dean. The teacher enjoyed himself and felt good with the selections he made.

On the way back he stopped to pick up some groceries and headed back to the motel.

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Dean washed himself again while Castiel was gone. He felt self conscious over the scent he left in the room. Again he tossed the sheets and replaced them then decided to put on a pair of sweat pants and a tee. While waiting for his teacher to come back Dean dozed off. He was still in pain but at least he felt more secure than he had in a very long time.

TBC