As a Hunter, Dean knew movies or TV shows rarely reflected real life. In real life when you're struggling to survive you think of what to use for a weapon and how to escape. There is no clever banter or a gentleman's challenge of fisticuffs. What happens is raw and frantic. Your basest instincts come out and anything goes.

This was one of those moments. Dean was dealing with a skilled sociopath. Max was a different sort of monster altogether.

Dean could hear the faintest sounds of cheerleading practice going on at the track field located on the other side of the school. He figured the buses were gone and the parking lot was empting out.

He might as well had been stuck in the middle of the woods or on a mountain top with this predator. Dean's knife was in his locker along with his backpack. He had a lighter in his pocket but that wouldn't do him any good if he couldn't get to it.

Spying a rock in the brown grass Dean tried to pull himself along in order to grab it. He felt the full weight of Max as the older teen straddled his back and sat down.

Nimble fingers reached beneath Dean and opened his belt sliding it from the loops. Dean was flipped on his back. He struggled but had no leverage to speak of.

Max did everything quickly and before Dean knew it his wrists were bound with his own belt.

Max tugged down Dean's jeans and boxers and admired the view. "You have a good sized cock for an Omega." He roughly pulled back Dean's male genitalia and ran a finger along the fresh, tender lips.

"Hmmm…this is brand new. No matter, I'm taking the back road. Still you have a nice little cunt. I wonder if you'd start bleeding. What do you think Dean…is everything healed up enough for a good fuck?"

Dean swallowed back the bitter taste of his gorge rising. The feeling of this pig touching his most personal places made him feel filthy. Max had left dirty marks on Dean inside and out.

Dean hissed, "Don't touch me."

His captor turned to face him and sat back down crushing his weight on Dean's ribs. Max slapped him hard again and again then let out a dry, humorless laugh.

"Talk again and I'll bootlace your useless junk so tight your dick and balls will wither and fall off."

Max ran his thumbs over the damp corners of Dean's pretty green eyes, "That's it, cry for me Omega."

…

Castiel ran through the virtually empty halls checking the bathrooms, locker room and offices. He found the janitor and asked if he had seen Dean. He hadn't.

The teacher went outside and spotted Sam sitting on a bench with Alfie waiting for Dean. He didn't bother the kid yet. Not until he checked the stands and field where practices were being held.

With no luck there, Cas jogged back to the parking lot in time to see Alfie's mom standing by the boys arguing with her son.

Alfie refused to leave, "No I'm not leaving Sam alone!"

She asked Sam, "Will Dean will be along soon?"

Sam clutched his backpack in front of him like a shield as he looked around the parking lot for his brother. "He should be."

Castiel stopped in front of the woman scaring the crap out of her. He looked like a mad man covered in sweat, wearing his old workout clothes and hair sticking up all over, "Ma'am could I talk to you in private?"

Sam watched the two adults speaking in hushed tones and that was never a good sign to a kid. When they came back Alfie's mom had changed her tune.

"Sam you can stay with us for the night and Mr. Novak will let Dean know where you are."

He ignored her and turned to the teacher, "Where's my brother? Mr. Novak I want Dean."

Cas messed up his hair and forced a smile Sam knew was fake as a three dollar bill, "Dean's helping me out with an after school project. We'll give you a call later how about that?"

Sam surprised the grownups by snapping at them, "I call bullshit!"

Alfie giggled over his brave friend's blue language in front of the adults. After some coaxing Sam grudgingly got in the car. Once they drove off Cas went in search of the Omega once again.

The sun hung low in the autumn sky and by 6:00 it would be dusk. Time wasn't on his side.

Cas tilted his head up and closed his eyes concentrating on scent alone to find Dean. A chilly breeze picked up and the faint smell of copper drifted by, "Dean's blood."

The Alpha let out a growl and took off running. The Omega was hurt…his Omega.

….

Max was stretched out on top of Dean biting, licking and sniffing his way down to all the glory below. The more Max used his senses the hornier he became.

While the pig was distracted Dean stretched his fingers and felt the rock. He rolled it close enough to grasp it in his hand.

John always told the boys the best weapon to have is the one available at the moment you need it. At the moment this rock was Dean's best chance at survival. Sometimes his dad made a lot of sense.

Max felt Dean shiver. He raised his head up and said, "I think we should move this party to the basement. It's too damn cold out here."

Dean didn't know what the basement was or where but he wasn't about to find out. He swung his bound arms and the rock connected with his captor's temple knocking Max off and to the ground.

Dean squirmed over to Max and rolled his full weight on top of the bleeding monster. He raised the rock to finish the job but when he drove the rock down with all his might the blow harmlessly hit the ground as the older boy moved quickly.

Furious, Max punched Dean sending him sprawling. "You whore!" He wasn't used to anyone fighting back let alone an Omega. He lunged for Dean but took a boot to jaw. The Alpha howled in pain as a few molars cracked on impact.

Castiel rounded the corner and all he could see were two figures in the dark, one on the ground and another swaying above him.

"Dean!"

Max turned to see the figure of a man. He could smell the testosterone laden sweat rolling off the stranger in waves. He didn't need to see the man to know this was one pissed off Alpha pumped full of adrenaline.

Max took off running into the woods bordering the school property hoping the man didn't take chase. Max was in no condition to confront another Alpha especially one in hero mode.

…..

Castiel was torn between taking chase or helping Dean. On one hand he wanted to tackle and beat Dean's assailant within an inch of his life but on the other Dean needed him quite badly.

Dean won out and the teacher went to his knees beside the boy. He gingerly touched the belt around the Omegas wrists and when Dean didn't protest Cas undid the belt and tossed it away.

Before the teacher could say anything Dean stuttered out, "P-please pull up my pants." Dean was mortified to have this man that had become so important to him see the state he was in. Half nude and bloody, weak and shaking like a leaf.

Castiel didn't say a word. He pulled up the boy's boxers then jeans and secured them. He took off his own sweatshirt and with some difficulty put it on Dean then hoisted the Omega to his feet but Cas never let go for a second.

Dean collapsed against his teacher who at this moment was the strongest, most important man alive and Castiel was there to catch him.

…

Scotty heard banging on the front door and when he looked out there was Castiel carrying someone in his arms. The Omega immediately opened the door and Cas headed for the couch. He teetered to one side but made it there in time to put Dean down before he dropped him.

Spencer entered the room holding a brandy, "What's this…who is this kid?"

His son shot him a dark look, "Don't start with me dad. Go to bed and we can talk tomorrow."

Spencer gestured toward the boy curled up on the couch spilling brandy all over the rug in the process, "How dare you drag home a stray puppy then talk that way to me in my own home!"

His wife looked at him imploringly, silently begging his husband to shut his pie hole. Spencer glanced from Scotty then to his son who had a look as if he would pounce on his dad at any moment.

Spencer grumbled something unintelligible as Scotty gently pushed him down the hall and into their bedroom.

….

Dean slowly opened his eyes and looked around the darkened room. He was lying on something soft in someplace warm and there was someone nearby breathing softly. With effort Dean turned his head and there was Mr. Novak sleeping at the end of the couch with Dean's feet on his lap.

He tried to remember what happened and when it all came flooding back Dean let out a sob. Castiel rolled his head toward Dean and opened his eyes.

"Don't worry; I brought you home with me."

"S-Sam…where is Sammy?"

"Sam is sleeping over at Alfie's house. I called him so he wouldn't worry. There was no point in telling him anything until later."

Cas carefully moved Dean's bare feet off his lap and stood up. "I'll put you in the guest room. It's more comfortable than the couch. I can help you to the bathroom to clean up."

Dean felt so numb he couldn't make even the smallest decisions so he went with whatever the Alpha wanted. The Omega wanted to scrub away the smell and touch of Max Anders. Dean wished he could scrub away the memories as well.

As with most wounds the one left by this night would eventually heal, scar over and be left as a grim reminder forever. Dean was already covered in scars inside and out, this would be one more to add to the mix.

….

Castiel got the guest room ready for Dean. He put fresh sheets on the bed and pulled an extra quilt from the closet then grabbed a blanket for himself in case Dean didn't want to be alone.

Cas planned to sleep in the floral, overstuffed chair he always thought was the ugliest piece of furniture known to mankind. Still it was comfortable. Like Scotty said, you can't judge a chair by its upholstery.

He looked at his watch and thought Dean had been in the shower an awful long time.

….

Dean ended up sitting on the floor of the shower still covered in strawberry scented shower gel and shampoo in his hair. There wasn't enough soap in the world to wash away the way he was feeling.

"How could I be so stupid?"

Alone with his thoughts the dam broke and the tears came hard and fast.

…..

Castiel knocked on the door, "Dean is everything ok?" When Cas got no answer he walked inside being sure to avert his eyes. The last thing the teacher wanted was for Dean to think he was trying to get a peek.

The sobbing caught his attention so he drew back the curtain and found the teen sitting in the tub and hugging his knees while the buckets of tears mingle with the spray of water.

The Alpha felt his own heart ache the grief over the Omega's ordeal was so great. He grabbed the shower head and sprayed off the rest of the soap then lifted Dean to his feet.

The boy couldn't look his teacher in the eyes. Dean was utterly humiliated. Mr. Novak rubbed him down with a towel in a clinical manner quick and efficient then put a flannel robe on Dean that hung on his slim body like a tent.

He was guided to the guest room, put to bed and brought a warm drink.

Castiel sat next to Dean and watched him sip the cocoa. "If its lumpy let me know. I made it from a mix." He couldn't help himself, Cas reached out and touched the bruising on Dean's face and the boy flinched away.

"I'll get an icepack."

That was when Cas noticed the bite. The thought of Max Anders trying to mark the Omega immediately sent the Alpha into turmoil. Forgetting about the icepack Castiel left and came back with ointment and a bandage.

"I don't want this scarring."

Dean didn't want the scar either.

…

Cas ended up as the big spoon. He didn't plan on it but when he went to go sleep on the ugly, overstuffed chair Dean pulled the covers back and begged Cas not to leave him.

Assurances that he wasn't going anywhere did no good and in the end Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean pressing their bodies together tightly. It felt good and right as if this is how it had always been.

Exhausted mentally and physically Dean fell asleep within minutes clutching the arms holding him.

Neither said a word about what happened. That would come later. Right now this comfort between them was enough.

….

Dean woke up when a blast of morning sun hit him in the face. He tried to move and felt all his muscles aching and his flesh tender where the bruises were. He reached for Castiel and found the bed empty.

It was Scotty that opened the curtains, "Good morning little man. I brought you something to eat."

Dean mumbled, "Gotta drain the snake."

Scotty stood there arms folded, clothed only in his navy knit, shorty pajama bottoms covered in tiny yellow ducks. "Mmm…charming."

Dean rolled out of bed and onto his feet then shuffled like an old man to the bathroom.

When Dean got back he wasn't sure what to do next. Scotty made it easy when he pointed to the bed and told Dean to sit up and have breakfast. He did as he was told and the tall, gorgeous Omega set a tray over his lap.

"I didn't know what you like so I have scrambled eggs, waffles and syrup and some cut up fruit." He left and came back with a big glass of milk. Scotty flopped in the ugly chair and crossed his legs looking very at ease with a stranger in his house.

Dean was starving, he shoveled in the food as if it were his last meal. He looked over to see the Omega smiling at him, "What?"

"You are pretty as a peach. Now I know what he sees in you."

Dean almost choked on a bite of waffle then took a big gulp of milk and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of the robe he was wearing.

"Who sees something in me?"

"Castiel, he told us the short version of last night. He was very emotional over it all. A man doesn't get that worked up over someone unless they have deep feelings for that person. Cas isn't a demonstrative sort of man. He carries his feelings close to the vest."

Dean looked down at his plate of food picking at the eggs with a fork. "You're just making fun of me. I'm a kid…Mr. Novak is just being nice because I'm messed up."

"I'm not making fun of you Dean. I'm telling you what I see." Scotty noticed the boys hands shook as he finished his breakfast.

He took the tray from Dean and brought him a cup of cocoa with a dollop of whipped cream and one for himself. He sat next to Dean on the bed and the pair quietly sipped their drinks.

Finally Scotty broke the silence, "Do you want to talk about it Dean? I'm a good listener."

Dean handed him the empty mug and snuggled back under the covers. He felt as if every last bit of energy had been drained from his mind and body.

"I'm pretty tired."

Scotty felt a chill in the room and reminded himself to turn the heat up. It was almost November and it looked like winter would hit them early. He put an extra quilt over Dean and then on a whim brushed his fingers through the boy's blonde locks.

Seeing Dean lying there with a face full of bruises broke the Omega's heart. Scotty knew what it was like to become a victim at a young age simply because of what he was.

As he was heading toward the door Dean called out to him, "Scotty maybe sometime I could ask you questions about Omega stuff."

"Sure sweetie whenever you want."

Dean added, "Breakfast was real good."

"Oh now you really won me over! You like my cooking so I know you have good taste."

Despite all Dean was feeling he managed to snort out an unexpected laugh. He fell back asleep quickly even without Sam or Castiel there. Scotty seemed like a good guy.

…

Max actually showed up for school. He was confident that whoever caught him in the act last night with the Winchester kid was probably a student, most likely a football player done with practice.

He knew most people didn't like to get too involved or simply didn't care. It did worry Max the guy called out Dean's name but like the rest of the Omegas he figured Winchester would keep his trap shut.

It was just as well, there was plenty of tight ass to hit all over school. Max also had to make a living. Getting his diploma wasn't the main reason he stayed in school. The students and even a couple of teachers generated plenty of money for his drug trade.

After graduation Max was even thinking of starting a little stable of whores. He already had some kids in mind that would be perfect. Damaged and broken Omegas with no place to go and no prospects.

…..

Castiel watched unnoticed as Max went about his business. It amazed the teacher how easily the eighteen year old plied his trade right under the noses of the people in charge.

Benny was the one that told him about Anders. Max was in his shop class and liked to brag about his conquests. Benny did a minimum of poking around and found out about the teen's side job as a dealer.

It wasn't pot Max was dealing. Even Benny would have turned a blind eye to that since the teacher imbibed in a little herb himself on the occasional weekend.

Max lived off other peoples weaknesses and misery. He dealt the hard stuff that kept them coming back for more.

….

It was fourth period English. Max had his head resting on a text book as Mr. Novak droned on about some boring fucking writer from bumblefuck England. He would have rather been anywhere else. Just as he was dozing a ruler slapped the desk just inches from his face.

Mr. Novak's voice sounded as if he was sucking gravel, "Mr. Anders, am I boring you?"

Max sat straight up and glared at the teacher, "Dude you almost hit my face!"

Castiel took the tip of the ruler and placed it under the wide eyed teens chin tilting his face up to meet a pair of stormy blue eyes, "Sucks to be you."

There were titters around the room as the other students delighted in seeing someone give it to the bully.

Cas dipped his head down and whispered in the teen's ear, "Cry for me Alpha." Castiel straightened up and gave the rest of the students a cheery smile, "Poetry time!"

Max watched the older Alpha reading pretty words from a book acting as if nothing had happened. It chilled Max to the bone because he didn't think Novak had it in him to flip a switch that easy.

Anders knew he did something to piss the man off. He managed to gain his composure and lay low until the bell rang so he could escape those deep blue eyes that seemed to bore straight into his withered soul.

…

John Winchester sat in Bobby Singers study with a beer in his hand. He looked around the room stuffed with books and oddities. "I swear this place is packed to the gills. You have some rare items here Bobby."

The Bobby swiveled round in his desk chair when Andy came in with a tray of beers and sandwiches. Bobby got up and took the tray away then gave the man a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks sweetheart."

John rolled his eyes and smirked at Andy, "I can't believe Bobby didn't trade you in on a newer model."

Bobby's middle aged Omega life mate scowled at John, "Charming as ever."

Bobby grumped, "Remember the house rules Winchester, respect me and respect my fella or get the hell out."

John put up his hands in surrender, "Whoa, I'm just teasing him Bobby, take it down a notch."

Andy left to go shoot at something in the junk yard until John Winchester left.

After he left John apologized again to Bobby.

"Sorry I know how attached you are to him. Thanks for letting me stay over. I'm heading back to check up on the boys."

Bobby didn't know the boys all that well but he knew John and doled out some advice.

"It they are getting along good where they are then leave them be. It wouldn't kill you to let them finish a year in one place. Maybe you could spend a little quality time with the boys before you head out again. Take 'em fishing or to the movies."

Ignoring Bobby's sound advice John launched into his own thoughts, "You know Bobby, Dean is worrying me. The kid hasn't presented one way other the other. No knot or no pussy. I might take him to a doctor and see what the hell is wrong with him."

"It'll happen in time. He's a late bloomer John besides what does it matter?"

John slapped the coffee table, "Damn it you know it matters! I can't take a kid with pants full of slick out there. He'd get eaten alive and get us killed in the process. His stink will attract everything and hunting will be impossible. I can't have that Bobby. Besides every damn creep in a Hunters bar will scope him out the minute he goes into heat. I'll spend all my time watching Dean's ass like a hawk. I need a hunting partner not a liability."

Bobby smacked John with his ball cap, "Don't hit my furniture and don't raise your voice to me boy."

The older Alpha had a way of putting John in his place. "Sorry Bobby. I'm putting the cart before the horse I guess. Dean is Alpha material; there is not a drop of bitch in him."

Bobby hoped for Dean's sake John was right.

…..

Castiel waited as Sam packed a bag of clothes and toiletry items from the motel room for both him and his brother.

"How long are you paid up here?"

Sam sniffed a pair of socks, deeming them clean enough he dropping them in the duffle bag, "Another month. You know we have to come back here. If dad calls and we don't answer he's going to flip out."

"I imagine he worries about you. It must be hard working so far away from your children although I don't think either of you should be left alone this long."

Sam shook his head and gave a strangely bitter laugh. Cas thought it was just a little disturbing coming from a cherubic faced boy with dimples.

"You don't know anything about us Mr. Novak."

"I know your mom died in a tragic fire when you were only six months old and Dean was four. I know you've lived a nomadic life since then and you father is the cause. What else should I know?"

Sam picked up a box of scent blocker Dean had left there, "You don't know what will happen when dad finds out about Dean. We don't either but I don't think it's gonna be good."

"What does that mean Sam?"

Sam just shrugged and continued with the packing. Castiel didn't push him feeling Sam would open up when the kid felt more comfortable with him.

"Mr. Novak did someone hurt my brother?"

"Yes but Dean is safe and I'm going to take care of it."

Sam stroked his fingers over the knife sheath on the belt sliding down his skinny hips, "I can help you take care of it. You know we aren't like other kids."

Castiel crouched down to get eye level with Sam, "I figured that. What I need you to do is make your brother feel better. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure."

…..

When Sam entered the Novak house Dean hobbled over and grabbed his little brother in a bear hug, "Sammy I missed you buddy."

Sam closed his eyes relishing the moment, "Dean I was so worried about you. What happened?"

He whispered, "I'll tell you when we're alone ok?"

"Ok.

Dean let go and went to Castiel, "I freaked out this morning when you were gone." He touched the man's hand and then took it in his.

Castiel touched his forehead to Dean's, "I'll take care of everything."

"W-what does that mean?"

"Do you trust me Dean?"

The boy twined his fingers in the fabric of his teachers dress shirt and tugged it just a little wanting the man closer. "I trust you with my life."

"Good, I'm going to make sure nothing bad happens to you ever again."

TBC