Spencer looked up from his laptop at the bags his son and his lover had deposited in the living room and barked, "Castiel get that crap outta here. Either put it in your room or the garage. Scotty isn't your damn maid."

Scotty, wearing a French maid outfit waved a feather duster at his step-son, "Yeah, I'm Spencer's maid!"

Spencer rolled his eyes and went back to his work.

Dean grabbed the bag with the laundry and headed downstairs to start a load with Sam right behind him. He was still steamed over the way Castiel acted when Dean told him the truth about being a Hunter.

Dean knew it was a lot for anyone to swallow with no proof but he assumed Cas would take anything he said at face value. The Omega had built up a story in his head that Castiel didn't take him seriously because of his sex and age.

Sam took the bag from Dean and started to sort the laundry then got a whiff of the sheets and dropped them. "Gross, what did you guys do?"

"Hey I didn't ask you to help! If you wanna know we did it…a lot."

Sam's eyes opened wide with surprise, "You did…it…sex stuff?"

Dean grinned at his shocked little brother, "We sure did. What did you think we were gonna do all weekend?"

The still fairly innocent eleven year old shrugged, "Fish and have campfires, stuff like that. Maybe some smooches and butt touching."

Dean snickered as he stuffed a wad of sheets in the big front loader. Sam socked his shoulder halfheartedly.

"Don't laugh at me jerk. I don't know what Alphas and Omegas do really. You got all kinds stuff going on down there."

"You don't need to know Sam, at least not all the details. Stick to holding hands with Alfie."

"Sure what the heck else would a guy do? Don't be gross Dean."

Sam sat on the folding table next to his brother trying to think of a way to bring up their dad. Dean gave him an opening when he asked of anything interesting happened while they were gone.

Sam blurted out, "Dad was here."

Dean turned pale as soon as the words were out. He gripped the edge of the table to keep from slipping off.

"W-what did dad want?"

"He got worried when we didn't answer back at the motel and came looking for us. He must have followed me around until he figured out where we were staying. Dad came here Dean, I had to see him."

"What did you guys do?"

"He took me out to eat and was really nice actually. Don't worry; I doused him with Holy Water just to be sure." Sam placed a comforting hand on his brother's arm, "I didn't tell him about you Dean. I just said he had to be nice to you and said he should love you the way that you are."

Dean hopped off the table and started pacing the floor waving his arms wildly, "You might as well have told him Sam. That was like practically saying I was a goddamn Omega! Do you have any idea what a guy like dad must feel having a son like me?!"

Sam rubbed his eyes with a shirt sleeve trying not to cry in front of his big brother. The whole encounter with John had left the boy confused. His loyalty was always with Dean. Sam had tried his best to protect his big brother.

"No I don't Dean and I don't care what dad feels either. I did what I thought was the right thing." He hopped off the table and stepped in line of fire, Dean halted or risked running Sam over.

He wrapped his arms around his baby brother and let the worry and anger melt away. "I know Sammy. I wasn't yelling at you. I was just yelling."

Sam enjoyed the hug from his brother, "I like this new you Dean. You give good hugs."

"Shut up bitch."

Sam broke out in a fit of giggles and Dean shoved him away, "Go on and brush your teeth then get some sleep. We have school tomorrow."

…

Scotty caught Dean in the hallway exiting the bathroom. He gave Dean a hug and it was impossible to escape the strong, long limbed Omega so Dean hugged him back.

"Did you have a good time? I don't need details I'm just curious."

"Yeah, it was…" Dean let out a contented sigh.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Scotty sniffed Dean where he could then let go. "Your heat is done."

"Geez don't sniff a guy without his permission!"

"Sorry, force of habit. Well that was a quick first time heat."

Dean's curiosity was peaked, "What does that mean?" His voice got very low, "I still want to do it and so does Cas."

Scotty pulled him out of earshot of the bedrooms and into the living room. "When you have a heat that's the time the Alpha knot swells and binds you together because it's the Omega's fertile time. Desire becomes need. I was just mentioning it because it normally lasts longer."

The older Omega figured he should just shut his mouth and let Dean alone. The boy looked scared as hell. Every experience was raw, new and frightening and Scotty wasn't making it any better.

"Never mind, everything is fine. I'm glad you had a good time."

….

Castiel sat at Dean's bedside watching him sleeping next to Sam. It hurt when the Omega didn't come to his room. Cas knew when he questioned Dean about being a Hunter and then asked why it was ok that John led Dean into danger it hurt the Omega's feelings and struck a nerve.

No one wants to be faced with the possibility they might mean less to a parent than another sibling. That Dean's safety wasn't as important and that the boy had been expected to suck it up and soldier on.

"What kind of teacher am I if I can't navigate Dean's emotional minefield? What if it's true…what if there are things out there beyond reason that the average person can't see? Dean would never make up a wild story like that."

"Did he create this other life to explain away all the injuries that were given at the hands of his father…no, the story is too fantastic and crazy for that. Dean has his head on straight despite everything"

Castiel went back and forth in his mind trying to come to a conclusion when a set of green eyes popped open and caught him watching.

Dean whispered, "What are you doing?"

"You didn't come to my bed…our bed. Are you still angry with me?"

Dean looked over at Sam drooling in his sleep. The boy was lost to dreamland. He carefully got out of bed and followed Castiel to what was now their room.

…..

Gripping the headboard for dear life the Omega rode the Alpha's cock while straddling his lap. Castiel lifted Dean slowly up and down while gripping his ass as the teacher sucked bruises over the teen's neck marking him as warning signs against any unwarranted attention from other Alphas at school tomorrow.

Castiel licked the kiss bruised lips on his Omega's face, "Remember you belong to me now. We've bonded and I've taken you at your first heat."

Dean surprised him by placing a hard bite in the crook of the Alpha's neck, hard enough to leave a scar. Cas let out a long hiss and when Dean didn't stop he shoved him off sending the Omega on his back.

"What the hell Dean!"

Dean flashed a macabre smile blood stained teeth, "Remember you belong to me." He looked very determined and a little desperate. "I'm the one that loves you Cas."

Castiel placed his palm against the bite and headed for the bathroom. Dean spit in his hand and used the bloody mess to jerk himself off the headed off to see the damage he caused.

….

He watched in the doorway as Cas put first peroxide on the bite then an antibacterial cream and finally a bandage. Dean noticed area was already bruising and he felt like utter shit. He couldn't figure out why he even did it.

Castiel rolled his eyes to the side looking at a repentant Dean with head hung down. "What was that all about?" He looked future and noticed the blood over the Omega's soft dick. "You jerked off?"

A mumbled, "I'm sorry" was the answer.

"Come here."

Dean stepped in front of him with head still down. Castiel washed him up with a damp cloth the made Dean look him in the eye. "Is this because of your dad coming here?"

The boy's expression said it all. "Come on Kitten, you need some sleep."

…..

School was a bit of a haze for Dean. Going back after his weekend with Castiel felt like being dumped in a sea of preschoolers. The Omega felt more confident, older and wiser.

The rest of the Omegas there were allowed by the grace of their parents or owners. Dean was there because Castiel wanted him to have an education no matter what. There was no fear of getting pulled out on a whim. Not unless John suddenly decided to get involved.

For gym Dean changed in the Omega locker room and felt relaxed around his own kind. There was no sexual tension or danger just boys checking each other out to see how they measured up. Dean felt he was pretty gifted in the dick department compared to the other Omegas.

If one of them happened to bend over for any reason everyone looked. It was natural to want to see other Omega vaginas. It was the part that defined them in society.

Choices were limited, get whored out, bred in a stable, get lucky and find an Alpha or even a Beta to love and start a family with or be a kept Omega that lived a pampered life and got to travel and see the world. Sometimes if a guy was lucky he could have a career no matter how limited the choices were. That was the dream.

Dean pulled on the loose, long gym shorts and the baggy tee to cover as much as himself as was allowed then headed out for forty five minutes of utter bullshit. He was athletic and in good condition since he still sparred and exercised with Sam.

He looked around and saw teams were being picked for basketball. "Just great…I hate gym."

Dean was the first of the Omegas to get picked so at least that was something. When he headed over to Kenny's team the Alpha draped an arm over his shoulder and smiled at Dean, "Hey gorgeous good to have you on my side."

Dean shrugged him off, "You picked me. Not a smart move to choose someone based on looks."

"I've seen you play Winchester. I know you're good." Kenny examined the hickies covering his neck. "Someone went to town on your pretty neck." He grabbed Dean by the ass and squeezed, "Did they get at all the goodies Winchester…are you a slut?"

Dean growled, "Get your fucking hand off my ass or lose it."

Several of the Alphas standing around them began to snicker. Kenny whispered, Wanna get a knot ride Dean?"

Before he realized what hit him Kenny was flat on his back. Dean stomped on the teenager's wrist and a snapping sound maybe everyone back away and Kenny scream.

…

Dean stared at yet another new principle. Principle Davis ignored Dean and stared at Mr. Novak. "So you are talking responsibility for Dean's actions?"

The weary looking English teacher nodded, "I am."

"Where are his parents?"

The mother is deceased and the father is off working. My family has taken the Winchesters in and Dean is my Omega now."

Davis raised a brow as he drummed a pen on the desk, "Really…legally?"

"Soon."

Davis lifted the phone and pressed a button, "Margaret, bring in the guardianship papers."

Margaret hustled in and handed a thick packet to Castiel, "Fill them out, make copies for your records then hand them back in. You need to notify his father within five days and if Mr. Winchester doesn't send a reply, come in person or send a representative in thirty days the courts will hand over Dean to you."

Davis was going to ask how Margaret knew all about this already but figured she was privy to all the office gossip.

Castiel looked over at Dean then down the packet in his hands, "Isn't there another way…do we need to involve his father, what if we can't find him?"

Principle Davis held up his own packet, "The school will also make its best efforts as well as the court registrar. He has thirty days and then he loses the privilege. We can't have unattended Omegas running amok. They cause enough problems."

Dean snorted, "Kenny had it coming. He grabbed my ass. The bastard is lucky he still has that hand."

The principle slapped his desk and roared, "Watch your mouth! You are just lucky there were witnesses to back up your story but then you Omegas stick together like glue. Mind yourself Dean Winchester or you're going to lose the privilege of an education and society will find something else for you to do."

Then the principle did the unthinkable and added, "Something more up your alley."

Castiel saw red losing his usual cool, "What are you implying?"

"Nothing Mr. Novak, I suggest you go back and tend to your class unless you'd like a suspension."

Dean was the one acting calm now; he touched his hand to the teacher's shoulder and told him they should go. They walked together, Castiel reaching out and taking Dean by the hand.

Davis yelled after them, "No touching Novak or I'll fire your ass."

….

Last hour English class was awkward for Dean. Everyone heard about Dean's hickies which he now had covered up with his jacket. They also heard that Dean broke Kenny's wrist. The other Omegas looked on Dean as a hero now. No one else had stood up to an Alpha before since the consequences could be downright deadly. Besides it wasn't in an Omega's nature to be aggressive. Dean was a whole new breed.

The girls and Omegas kept staring at the bandage on Mr. Novak's neck and wondered if he was hiding a love bite. No one knew about the love affair between teacher and student. The principle and office staff suspected them but there was no real proof, nothing had filtered down to the students yet.

Molly raised her hand and Mr. Novak called on her. "Mr. Novak what happened to your neck?" Giggles went up among the freshmen class.

The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a weary sigh, "I cut myself shaving. No more silly questions. Today we are going to examine a poem by Langston Hughes. Has anyone heard of this gentleman?"

No one raised their hand so Castiel went on. "Langston Hughes was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, short story writer, and newspaper columnist. He is noted as having been a creator of jazz poetry and as a leader of the Harlem Renaissance, an African American cultural movement that occurred during the 1920s and 1930s."

He opened a worn little poetry book from his collection, "This particular piece is called "Democracy" perhaps it will strike a chord with some of you here."

Democracy will not come

Today, this year

Nor ever

Through compromise and fear.
I have as much right

As the other fellow has

To stand

On my two feet

And own the land.
I tire so of hearing people say,

Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.
Freedom

Is a strong seed

Planted

In a great need.
I live here, too.
I want freedom

Just as you.

Castiel looked out at the sea of faces looking back at him. The Alphas looked confused and the Omegas had expressions ranging from hope to sadness and everything in between. The words weren't lost on any of them.

Dean sat in the back row as always. He stared down on his open notebook writing down something and a deep frown on his face. The Omega couldn't wait for the bell to ring so he could escape to the relative safety of the Novak home. Today had been very hard on him and by extension Castiel. Dean worried his lover would lose his job because of him.

There was some discussion about the poem and the writer afterward. When the bell finally rang Dean bolted for the door avoiding Castiel. The farther away he stayed from his teacher the better it would be for Castiel.

….

Dean sat on the bench outside the high school watching the parking lot empty out. Sam lingered in front of the middle school with a small group of kids that consisted of Sam, another Alpha in the making, a couple Beta girls and Alfie. He felt sorry for Alfie and the way the boy clung to Sam's jacket sleeve. Alfie had just turned twelve and was feeling the jealousy bug.

Alfie didn't realize Sam was just nice to everyone. It was in his nature unless you pushed him or hurt someone he cared about. Dean wished he was an Alpha like Sam but comforted himself with the knowledge he had a shot at an actual future with a man he loved and who loved him. If only he could show Castiel what it meant to be a Hunter and how important it was everything would be ok.

A heavy hand squeezed Dean's shoulder. The Omega jumped to his feet and felt for his hunting knife. When Dean saw who it was he stumbled backward catching the light post before he fell.

John smiled at Dean as he held out his hand, "Hello son."

TBC