Sam was stretched out on the guestroom bed next to his brother luxuriating in the comfort of a place to rest his head with no questionable stains or the smell of mold and no drunks fighting in the parking lot.
Dean felt better with Sam at his side. He worried about his little brother but Dean didn't need to tell Sam that. Sam already knew and most of what the brothers felt for each other needed no words for the other to understand.
Sam traced the bruises on Dean's ribs with the tips of his fingers. "Mr. Novak said someone hurt you."
Trying to downplay what happened Dean said he got into a fight with a senior and Mr. Novak saved him.
"Bullshit."
"Sam, watch the potty mouth. This is stuff I can't tell you."
Sam rolled on his back and folded his arms then went into full bitch face to convey how upset he was, "I'm not a stupid kid Dean. I know you're an Omega. I figured out why you were sick after I saw all that stuff from the store for Omegas. I didn't want to make this weird but I can smell you."
Dean covered his face and groaned, "Gross, I thought you were too young to catch a scent."
Sam gave a little shrug, "You're a late bloomer so maybe I'm an early one. You don't stink or anything Dean. You sort of just smell like home…family. It's sort of nice actually; with you it makes me feel happy. With Alfie it's different."
Curious now Dean propped himself up on his elbow facing Sam, "Yeah? How is it different? All this is new to me."
Sam had a full dimple smile, "Alfie smells like buttered popcorn and sometimes like apple pie. He makes me happy but he makes me feel hungry too." Sam was the one covering his face now, "I know that sounds dumb."
"No it doesn't Sam. I'm glad you have a friend."
Sam spread open two fingers showing one hazel eye, "I hope dad doesn't make us move again. I know he promised we could do a whole school year here but dad doesn't always do what he says. I'd miss Alfie."
Dean poked Sam in the side, "Sammy's got a boyfriend."
"No I don't you jerk!"
"I'm just teasing bitch."
Sam would have poked him right back but Dean was covered in bruises and he was afraid to hurt him more than he already was.
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Castiel had feigned sick that day in order to scope out the dump of a house Anders lived in. The teacher dressed down in old jeans and sneakers and went unshaved looking generally disheveled so he didn't stick out.
He applied Alpha block to downplay any predatory scent he might give off to the other Alpha. As long as the teacher didn't sweat heavily Cas figured he would be alright.
It wasn't as if Alphas, Betas and Omegas went around smelling each other like dogs sniffing asses although that sometimes happened during mating or casual intercourse.
Body fluids such as semen, sweat and urine carry pheromones that trigger mental and physical reactions in humans and animals. Even pheromones on a level too low to smell could still garner a response. Castiel just hoped Max wasn't that sharp.
Castiel sniffed himself, checked his reflection in the mirror one last time and decided he was ready.
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The teacher parked the car several blocks away then hiked it to the address he got through school records.
Once Cas was sure the place was empty he entered through the back using a pry bar on a painted shut kitchen window with plywood covering the inside. After entering the dingy kitchen he shut the window and hammered the plywood back in place with the pry bar.
He found the door to the infamous basement right off the kitchen and headed downstairs.
The first thing that caught his eye was the obvious drug lab set up. The second was an old cast iron bed with a sagging mattress and wrist shackles attached to the headboard.
"What sort of atrocities went on down here?"
Castiel's question was answered when he spotted a laptop hooked up to a TV. There was an image paused on the screen of an Omega shackled to the bed with a fear stricken look on his face.
The teacher went through the files on the computer and found a goldmine of evidence to Max' little "dates" he had with various Betas and Omegas over a period of time.
Cas didn't know what would make an eighteen year old go so haywire. He heard some people were just born bad and circumstances, nature or a combination of both either kick started or helped along ones rise to evil but at this point Castiel really didn't give a shit about the psychology behind Max' actions.
He hunkered down behind the water heater on the opposite end of the basement and waited for his prey to come home.
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Max entered the basement of the run down house owned by his mother. She was off on a bender shacking up with an old boyfriend. Max figured she wouldn't come back for at least a week or more and if he was lucky, never. She stayed out of his life and he stayed out of hers. Marlene had become so scared of her own flesh and blood that she avoided him and the basement at all costs. The woman would never win Mother of the Year and the only thing Max would have to remember her by after she took a dirt nap that was a long time coming would be lovely scars and cigarette burns.
Max flipped on the light and headed down to the basement. He glanced at the old bed silently lamenting over not getting Dean Winchester shackled to it. That Omega was much too pretty to have escaped the grasp of Max Anders.
He got to work weighing and bagging up the Hellfire. At least that's what Max called it. It was a concoction of a little of this and a little of that. The drug packed a wallop giving the user an exquisite high but when the crash came it came hard and felt like a trip through the fires of Hell.
Max, like a good dealer, never took his own stuff. Instead he relied on the word of others. It didn't seem to stop anyone from using it and he was happy to fill the demand.
Bored, he took the video off pause to enjoy the sounds of whimpering and begging. That particular Omega was the last bitch he brought to the basement to play with. Max figured to his credit the predator always did catch and release. He was a monster but not a murderer. That was not among his many kinks. After all, a guy had to have some limits.
What turned out as a date for the Omega became something else altogether when the kid woke up from the dose of Zolpidem Max had slipped the pretty boy during a bonfire party.
With two kids running around out there in the big wide world with his daddy DNA Max decided the backdoor was best because he refused to wear condoms. It took away from the pleasure of breaking someone in.
Max snickered as he listened to the Omega beg. Good times, good memories.
….
Castiel felt beads of sweat gather and roll down his forehead. A drop of sweat dangled from the end of his nose. Before he could wipe it away the droplet fell and landed on the cement floor. "Damn it." He took his sleeve and wiped his face.
Max stopped what he was doing, shut off the video and sniffed the air. He reached for the baseball bat leaning against the table and stood abruptly. The scent was so faint he had trouble pinpointing the location of the danger.
Max heard a rumbling voice behind him, "Are you looking for me?"
He whirled around swinging the bat but the athletic and quick young man easily dodged the potential blow. Castiel did a roundhouse kick sending the prey straight into the wall. Max staggered a few feet then collapse to his knees sobbing in pain.
The teacher snarled, "Get up you piece of shit, let's see you take on another Alpha that can kick your ass," Cas pushed Max' shoulder with his foot, "I said get up!"
Max lunged for the teacher's legs sending Castiel to the floor with a thud. When he saw the blood dripping from the Alpha's head wound Max thought he just might have a chance.
Cas slammed his foot against his combatant's sternum. Max landed on his back. He clutched his chest howling like a wounded animal.
The blow afforded the teacher enough time to grasp the edge of the table and pull himself to a standing position. Running on pure adrenaline, Cas gabbed the teen by his long hair and wrapped it around his hand. Tugging hard the Alpha growled, "Start crawling or I'll rip your hair out and take some scalp with it."
Like a dog on a leash Max crawled on all fours right to the bed, he hesitated until Castiel jerked his crowning glory.
Cas barked, "Up!"
With effort Max crawled up on the bed and immediately his wrists were shackled. He croaked out, "why?"
His teacher sat next to him on the bed. Castiel wouldn't admit it to Max but the room was spinning from smacking his head on the concrete.
"You hurt my Omega…you touched him where only I should touch him. You bruised him inside and out. You made Dean cry and I can't allow that to go unpunished."
"This is because of that little bitch?!"
"Not just Dean, all of them. Someone had to stop you. All of it ends now." Seeing the fear stricken look on Max Anders face Castiel patted his shoulder, "Don't worry I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to call 911 and have the cops come here to find your drug operation and the kidnapping and rape videos."
Max begged, "Just let me go and I'll leave town and never come back I promise, I'll stop!"
Castiel ran a thumb along the young Alpha's cheek, "You will stop by being sent to prison. It's my turn to ask you why…why doyou do this? I don't mean the drug dealing but everything else."
Max hawked a bloody loogie at his English teacher and answered in a singsong voice, "Mommy let men do naughty things to me. I'm an Alpha not some loser Beta or bitch Omega. They are the ones that get used not me anymore."
He burst out laughing, "Jesus…you should see the look on your face Mr. Novak."
"I feel sorry for little boy Max but I can't feel sorry for the Max I know now."
He took the cell phone from the teen's front pocket. "The sad part for you Max is you will go to prison with your nice body and sweet face and most likely get abused all over again. My suggestion is tell the judge about your past abuses and just maybe you'll get the help you need…or not. You are no longer my problem."
…
Castiel practically whispered the address into Max Ander's phone. When the 911 operator said the police were on their way then asked who the caller was, the teacher dropped the phone and smashed it, then made the hike back to his car in the dark.
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Dean couldn't sleep without Mr. Novak there. Spencer was cryptic when Dean asked about his teacher during dinner. He told Sam and Dean that children should be seen and not heard.
That didn't sit well with Dean, not one bit. Good natured Sam was too busy sneaking peeks at Scotty the tall, pretty, nice Omega to let it ruffle his feathers.
After Sam went to sleep Dean got dressed and went outside. He climbed to the top of the elegant stone wall that ran the length of the property. Dean brought along his dad's night vision binoculars to get a better look at the surrounding neighborhood.
After a few minutes of looking at nothing but boring houses with no activity to speak of Dean turned around and scanned the Novak property. It was extensive and well maintained. There was even a stretch of meadow behind the house with a large bank of trees on the border.
When Dean heard moaning coming from behind the house he climbed back down, drew his knife and moved silently along the side of the building. When he rounded the corner he hunkered down behind the air conditioning unit then peeked out to see what was happening.
What Dean found was a steaming hot tub surrounded by candlelight with Spencer and Scotty buck ass naked screwing around. The teen felt a thrill run through him as the good looking couple did the nasty.
Dean had never seen two people having sex in real life. Scotty was gorgeous but he was an official member of the Omega vagina club. His long, lean, toned body was bent over the side of the hot tub flashing his ass and pussy to his husband.
Spencer was on his knees lapping at both openings making Scotty squirm and beg for dick wherever his husband wanted to stick it. Spencer stuck a finger inside the tight, pink snatch and Scotty rode it.
Scotty was in the beginnings of a heat cycle, "Pleeeese Spencer…please fuck me…I need it…wanna baby so bad!"
Dean could smell the pleasurable scent of the slick running between the Omega's thighs from both openings. He wondered if that was how he would be, begging and desperate for cock.
When Spencer stood up with his long, thick, bobbing erection Dean had to bite back the moan threatening to escape. He felt a rush of heat between his legs as everything got slippery down below. Between his throbbing clit and twitching asshole it was hard to focus on his erection. Even Dean's nipples hardened in anticipation.
Spencer Novak was a forty year old version of Castiel. The man was a bit soft around the middle and had the lines that came with age but the senior Alpha of the house was undeniably handsome. His son took after him. For Dean this was like getting a sneak peek at what was under his teacher's clothing.
Dean felt another wave of orgasm take him over when Spencer grabbed the Omega's wrists and held them together over Scotty's head.
Dean wondered what handcuffs or rope would look like binding Scotty's wrists together. He then imagined himself bound and helpless under Castiel, it was a scary but exciting image.
Spencer growled, "You wanna baby my baby?"
The Omega moaned, "Yes please Daddy."
Spencer thrust his dick inside his wife pounding for a few brief seconds until his knot began to swell. He wrapped strong arms around his Omega's waist and pulled him back down into the warm water never breaking contact.
Scotty settled on his lap. He tilted back his head exposing the slender column of creamy neck for his husband to nip and nibble. They were locked together for however long it took.
Dean had heard about the knot. The way an Alphas cock swelled and locked inside an Omega in heat assuring fertilization. If a child wasn't wanted there were condoms of course but most Alphas were more than happy to take the back door. An Omegas ass was a true fun zone for both parties involved.
The teen flopped back on a pile of leaves waiting for the waves of pleasure to run their course. Staring up at the cold, distant stars above, Dean wondered what it would feel like to have Mr. Novak do these things to him.
The teen couldn't stomach the thought of anyone else touching or entering him that way. When the time came Dean trusted his teacher to show him how good it could be when you were in love.
Dean knew what love was. He loved his mom, dad and Sam but that was a different sort of love.
The feelings he had for Mr. Novak went beyond family or sexual need. Dean felt a true bond with him. He believed this man would never hurt him or treat Dean as an object. Mr. Novak would be tender but strong, fair and understanding. He would be everything Dean had lacked in his young life.
Dean heard the sound of a car rumbling its way up the driveway. He jumped to his feet and ran to greet the Alpha now more desperate than ever to see Mr. Novak.
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Castiel shut off the engine and sat there for a moment trying to will away the dizziness and nausea he felt. Cracking his head against the cement floor of the Anders basement had done a number on him.
The teacher opened the door and carefully got out. Swaying from side to side he grabbed the door for balance then stepped away slamming it behind him.
Dean rounded the corner just in time to see the Alpha's knees buckle and the man who was his everything fall to the pavement.
TBC