Dean woke up to the smell of good food, something he wasn't used to. The teen stood too quickly and almost fell but caught himself in time. Pain wracked his body but Dean managed to hold back on the moaning. He didn't want look like a baby in front of his teacher.

Castiel was in the kitchenette stirring something in a frying pan on top of a hotplate. There was a bowl of brown rice on the tiny table by the window with two plates and forks.

Curious and hungry, Dean looked to see what was cooking, "What's in there?"

The Alpha glanced at the new Omega and smiled, "its chicken, broccoli, mushrooms and a sauce I made. It goes over the rice."

"So the green things that look like little trees are broccoli?"

"Yes Dean." He plucked out a piece and held it up. Dean leaned in and delicately grabbed it between his teeth then ate it.

"It's pretty good!"

Cas laughed softly, "It's good for you."

Dean wrinkled up his nose making a face, "Now you went and ruined it."

Cas moved the spatula around the pan the then turned off the hotplate, "There's nothing in this kitchenette to use. I don't know what you and your brother cook with."

"We don't cook except for Ramen, cereal…stuff like that."

"I hope you don't die of vegetable poisoning."

Dean's mouth was watering in anticipation, "I'll eat anything."

He asked if he could help but Castiel shooed him away so Dean sat at the table and waited.

Cas dished out the food. The pair ate in silence until Dean had polished off a second helping.

"Wow that was super good. You should be a chef."

Castiel was a person that didn't take compliments well. He never knew how to react and this time was no different. The teacher lowered his eyes and simply said, "Thank you."

….

Scotty held up the new suit he picked out for Castiel. Saturday was the dinner party where the young man would meet Javier. Spencer wanted his son to look sharp.

"What do you think honey? I did my best without Cas there to help me."

Spencer's jaw tightened as he held back his anger over his son not showing up for the shopping excursion. "It's perfect baby. You have good taste. Did you get a dress shirt and tie?"

"Yes of course." Scotty looked at the clock on the wall, "I'm worried about him. It's not like Cas to be late or not call."

….

After cleaning up the teacher rolled down his sleeves and buttoned the cuffs then put on his trench coat, "I'm leaving now Dean. Will you be alright?"

Dean was now feeling vulnerable and scared without Sam. "Don't leave me. You can sleep in Sammy's bed." He looked up at Cas with tear filled eyes, "I was alone last night and I didn't like it."

The teen hated how his emotions were triggered so quickly during this process of change. Tears came as easily as laughter now. He hoped once it was all done he would go back to normal and not be such a crybaby.

Dean's impossibly beautiful, sad green eyes plucked at the teacher's heartstrings and he couldn't justify leaving. There was nothing to go home to anyway so Cas made the decision to stay.

"Alright…in Sam's bed only because you're not feeling well."

…

Dean went through the shopping bags from Bergman Pharmacy picking out each item and listing off the products. "Omega Freedom Scent Blocker, New Day Omega pads for…down there, Carefree butt pads for heat slick and Teen Spirit deodorant extra strength. Thank you Mr. Novak, I swear I'll pay you back somehow for this stuff and the groceries."

"There is no need for that Dean. Don't worry about it."

Castiel was pleased Dean was happy with what he picked out. It made the expense well worth it. "Look in the bottom of the bag."

Dean reached in and pulled out the impulse purchases, "Oh cool, candy bars and a new Zippo!" He turned the stainless steel lighter in his hands admiring the oriental style horse engraved on one side, "I love it but why a horse?"

The teacher told himself it was only a small gift to cheer the boy up but again that little voice inside him called Castiel a liar. "You were born in 1979 and that's the year of the horse in the Chinese Zodiac." He turned his head away from Dean. "I looked it up in your file."

Dean could hardly believe it. This incredible Alpha bought him a real present. Dean had received as many gifts in his life as fingers on one hand. He pressed it to his chest as if Castiel had given him a diamond the size of a golf ball.

"This is the best gift I ever got in my whole life except for this." Dean held up his Samulet, "Sammy gave me this."

Dean had a way about him that made Castiel's guarded heart feel light and open. He couldn't help but smile again.

"It's only a lighter Dean. Someone like you deserves so much more."

What the Alpha really wanted to say was, "Someone as complex and beautiful as you needs a man that can take your burgeoning sexuality to heights of pleasure you could have only imagined. An Alpha that with feed your soul and nourish your emotions so you're never afraid to express yourself Dean…someone like me."

None of that came out. Once again Castiel failed to express his own emotions.

…..

Cas was rested fully clothed on the other bed as Dean slept. Occasionally the boy let out a whimper. Castiel wanted so much to go to Dean and sooth him with a gentle hand. To talk to Dean softly and let him know that the Alpha was there for him but he stayed put.

He managed to doze for a bit until Dean began thrashing around lost in a nightmare. The teacher gave in and went to him lying next to Dean. He ran his fingers across the boy's freckled cheek, "Shhh…it's just a bad dream. Relax, I'm here."

Dean's eyes fluttered open and there was Mr. Novak next to him looking worried. He slung his arm over the man's shoulder and curled into his teacher's body. Dean hurt and was looking only for comfort, something lacking in his life. "Recite me a poem."

The teen closed his eyes, snuggled in and waited. Mr. Novak's voice was a low rumble. Soothing and comforting.

"This is by Lord Byron. You might have heard it at some point…its very popular I believe."

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that 's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

here thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

That was when Castiel felt Dean's body go limp and his breathing become soft and even. He finished the rest in a whisper.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent…..

Castiel brushed his lips across the boy's sweaty forehead then carefully extracted himself from the sleeping beauty's embrace. He went to the bathroom to face the mirror and the man who stepped just a little over another invisible line of his own creation.

….

Dean woke up early the next morning to find Mr. Novak gone. He panicked until he spotted the man outside the window talking on the phone. Curious, Dean cracked the door and eavesdropped.

Castiel was having words with Scotty over missing the planned shopping trip and worrying his parents to death.

He paced back and forth across the graveled parking lot in front of the motel, "I'm sorry I had something important to do…none of your business…Scotty don't get your panties in a twist….I don't care if you're not wearing panties! I know I didn't call…yes I'll be home tonight at the regular time…fine, goodbye."

Dean quietly closed the door then crawled back into bed and pretended to be asleep. He buried his face in the pillow so Mr. Novak couldn't see how pissed off he was. From what Dean had heard it seemed his teacher already had an Omega of his very own. The teen felt stupid for thinking a man like Mr. Novak would want a loser kid like him.

Castiel came back in and knelt next to Dean's bed, "Dean I have to go to school now. I'll be sure to gather your week's homework and have Sam bring it back so you don't fall behind. I'll also let the office know you'll be out the rest of the week."

Dean opened the one eye that wasn't buried in the pillow and mumbled, "Thanks." He closed it ending the conversation.

Castiel frowned over the chilly response. Worried that he had scared Dean in some way the teacher just patted him on the shoulder and left.

Dean got out of bed to watch the ugly green car pull away. He punched the wall and ended up with his hand in a bucket of ice. Dean felt very confused over why he had so much anger toward a man that had practically saved him at his most vulnerable time.

…

When Saturday afternoon rolled around the caterer was already setting up for the dinner party. Scotty knew his limitations as a cook and wisely let a professional do the work. Besides, Spencer wanted his wife to spend his time getting ready.

Spencer wanted Scotty to make the other Omegas and females green with envy and the Alphas from work drool down their stuffed shirts. His wife was a status symbol. The Alpha with the prettiest bitch was the winner.

Scotty had strong, well formed legs that went on for days so the long dress he wore had slits that were hip high. Every time the Omega moved everyone got a peek at his goodies.

He wore just a black lacy g-string that barely contained his genitals. The scrap of silk was shadowed under the semi sheer emerald green dress. Pert nipples stood out under the fabric. Scotty had kohl lined eyes, a dash of lip gloss and his blonde locks were done up in a style reminiscent of a young Nancy Sinatra.

Castiel even gave his step-mom a second and third look, "Scotty you look like a hot young singer from an old school Vegas casino…perfect!"

Spencer wrapped an arm around his trophy Omega, "Don't worry son, that little firecracker Javier won't disappoint. I saw him at the office visiting his dad. Wow, what a nice piece of ass."

Cas wrinkled up his nose, "I don't want to know how hot you think he is. That just makes this whole thing distasteful to me."

Scotty straightened his step-son's tie then patted his chest, "Don't listen to Spencer. He's a real knuckle dragger sometimes."

Spencer slapped his wife on the ass a little too hard, "Don't be a bitch."

Scotty stormed off slamming the door to the master bedroom.

Castiel was visibly upset over his dad's boorish behavior. He didn't believe in hurting someone you love. "Go apologize and hope he forgives you and joins the dinner party. If Scotty tells you to fuck off I don't blame him one bit."

Spencer grumbled something about his son being soft as butter when it came to Omegas but he still went to make amends.

….

Scotty worked the room greeting spouses and associates. The guests of honor hadn't arrived. Spencer kept an eye on Castiel incase his son decided to bolt from the party.

The doorbell rang and Spencer waved his son toward the door. Castiel grudgingly answered it. There was Mateo Mercado and his wife Phyllis. The couple breezed in with their son trailing behind them.

Castiel shook Mateo's hand then told Phyllis how lovely she was. She giggled like a school girl not used to the attention of a handsome young man.

Mateo grabbed Javier by the arm and pulled him forward, "Come on son don't be shy."

Javier gave his mystery date a shy smile. He was pleased to see the teacher was so good looking.

Castiel's eyes opened comically wide when he got his first good look at Javier in person. The eighteen year old was wearing loose black pants in a gauze material and on top a loose white shirt that showed off his supple tan skin.

It seemed too cold for such clothing but Javier wasn't concerned. He hoped this Alpha would offer to warm him up. The young man's long dark waves were pulled loosely back and strands had escaped framing his pretty face. In his ears were diamond studs and a tiny diamond in his nose piercing.

Javier was certainly an exotic Omega worthy of pampering and admiration. All eyes were on him and Castiel. The rumor was both fathers were trying to match them up.

Spencer appeared out of nowhere and elbowed his son, "Don't be rude Cas."

The teacher snapped out of his trance. He took the teenagers hand and kissed it, "Your photo doesn't do you justice."

Javier played the good Omega and smiled sweetly, "Thank you. I'm also pleased with your appearance. You are a classically handsome Alpha, very dashing and articulate. I was afraid you would be a brute."

Castiel forgot about Dean Winchester, at least for the moment. His only thoughts were of burying his face between his date's legs and licking up every bit of him then sticking his dick in any hole Javier would allow him entrance.

Cas shook off his wicked thoughts blaming them on the fact he hadn't gotten laid in ages. He held out his arm, "Would you like a drink or perhaps something to nibble on?"

The petite teen took Castiel's arm. He looked up adoringly at his date, "From where I'm standing you seem much more than a nibble."

Castiel examined Javier's amber eyes. They were nice but they weren't the color of emeralds. He had decided green eyes were the prettiest.

Javier shook Cas' arm, "What are you thinking?"

Now with Dean on his mind the teacher had temporarily zoned out. "Huh? Nothing…lets go eat."

…..

Sam shoveled in the left over stir fry until the bowl was clean. He unzipped his jeans and flopped back on the bed to take the pressure off his gut. Sam was stuffed to the gills, "That was great. Who made this for you?"

Dean scraped the bottom of the pot to getting up every last bit. "If I tell you do you promise not to squeal?"

He gave Dean his Sammy bitch face, "What do you think?"

The teen picked at a hole in his jeans absentmindedly for a few minutes which irritated Sam. "Well…who was it?"

A smile crossed Dean's lips, "My teacher Mr. Novak. He even stayed over and took care of me." Dean took the Zippo out of his pocket and handed it to Sam, "Cas even bought me this. It's got a horse on it because that's my Chinese Zodiac sign."

"He lets you call him Cas?!"

"No. I still have to call him Mr. Novak. I just like saying his name."

Sam recalled his brief encounter with the teacher, "Mr. Novak came to talk to me after school. I told him you had the flu." Something occurred to Sam and now he felt worried and a little scared, "Better not let dad find out."

TBC