John Winchester left town after his dealings with Felix and headed for Sioux Falls. The Hunter didn't want any blow back from the sale of Dean. He hoped the more distance he put between himself and his son the better. John wasn't actually afraid of the English teacher; he was after all just a blue eyed pretty boy, but one thing the Hunter knew was love made a man do crazy things. He wouldn't put it past Castiel to try and have him drawn and quartered after finding out his Omega was missing.

"Tough shit Novak…shoulda put a tattoo on Dean if you love him so fucking much. It's not my fault you're a broke pussy Alpha that can't nut up."

His little personal pep talk placed the blame squarely at the teacher's feet for not claiming his Omega in a timely manner.

John got a room at the Grandview Motel which had anything but a grand view. The place was built ages ago for a tourist trade that rarely frequented the Grandview in part to the out of the way location.

After bringing in his bag the Hunter sat for a good fifteen minutes just staring down at the worn carpet. He felt strange, lonely. John wouldn't admit to himself why because that would be admitting he did something unforgivable. John Winchester didn't make mistakes.

Little did the Hunter realize that he was now being hunted.

….

Castiel got his sweet Omega up before he left for work and made sure Dean used the Incentive Spirometer. Dean called it the thingy with the little plastic ball. He grumbled over using it because it hurt to take in such deep breaths.

Cas wiggled the plastic tube in front of Dean's lips, "Come on honey, pretend it's my dick and suck for all its worth."

Dean made the mistake of starting to laugh and it felt as if he was punched in the chest. He groaned, "Don't make me laugh. When did you get such a filthy mouth?"

The Alpha gave him a wink, "It's this hot little Omega I've been hanging out with. He talks like a sailor through his pretty pair of cock sucking lips."

"He sounds like a real catch."

"Oh yes he is and I'm crazy in love with him. Don't say anything or else he'll get a swelled head."

Dean waggled his brows since they were the only things on him that didn't hurt, "Like the one in your boxers?"

Castiel palmed his erection through his snowy white boxers, "It's more than the head that's swollen, it's the whole shaft." He wiggled the Spirometer again, "Stop trying to get out of this."

By the time Dean was done there were tears rolling down his cheeks it hurt so badly. Castiel felt awful for Dean but the breathing exercises had to be done. He instructed Scotty to have Dean try again that afternoon.

The English teacher glanced at his watch, "I have to hurry sweetheart, gotta bring home the bacon." He kissed the top of Dean's head and hurried to his closet pulling out clothes for work. Cas paused and looked back at Dean, "I should stay home with you."

Dean waved weakly at him, "Go or you're gonna get fired or spanked or whatever they do to teachers that don't show up for work."

The Omega watched with amusement as Cas hopped around trying to pull on a sock as he looked for a stray shoe. Castiel was such a truly good person, outside of Sam, Dean hadn't thought such a human existed.

"I'll do the tests today after he's gone…tonight I'll tell Cas everything no matter what."

Cas dressed in his old suit with that weird blue tie like the day Dean first laid eyes on him. Castiel broke Dean's train of thought with a soft kiss on the lips, tongue gently probing against the white teeth of his Omega seeking entrance. Dean grabbed Cas' tie wrapping it once around his hand as he complied twining his tongue with his lover's. The teacher broke the kiss first and tugged his tie out of the Omega's grasp. He straightened up and adjusted his erection.

Dean held out his hand, "I want your tie."

Castiel took it off and slipped the tie over Dean's head, "It looks good on you." Blue eyes brimming with affection, Cas gave him one last peck and left.

…..

Scotty noticed Dean had been in the bathroom for over half an hour. He knocked on the door and asked if everything was ok. After all, Dean had been through an ordeal and he worried the younger Omega was flat on the floor unable to get up.

Dean held the first test under a stream of urine then set the dripping stick on the counter. "Yeah I'm fine…don't you have a full bathroom off your bedroom?"

"Yes, I don't need to go anyway it's just that you've been in there a long time and I was worried because of your ribs and all."

"Jesus, can't a guy take a friggin' preggers test in private around here?" Instead Dean answered, "I'm trying to take a dump and its slow going. I'll be awhile."

"Ok…do you need a magazine or some prune juice?"

"No, just privacy."

Scotty hesitated then left feeling there was little else he could offer to help Dean with his bowel issues.

Dean heard the well meaning Omega walking away and gave a sigh of relief. He looked at the clock and then picked up the test. His brows knit together as he looked at the mark. "I peed on this one out of my vag…maybe I should pee on the next one with my dick…the instructions didn't say if it made a difference or not."

He ripped open another test and stood this time holding the stick in front of his penis and willed the urine to come through. It didn't always work; Dean was still getting the hang of his new plumbing. A dribble came out saturating the test strip. The Omega sat down again to wait.

….

Castiel sleepwalked through his last class of the day. He kept staring at the empty seat in the back where Dean should have been. Since his lover was absent it seemed the Beta girls and Omega boys were stepping up their flirtations with the handsome young English teacher. All that did was piss off the Alpha boys. The Beta males were used to the crumbs left behind and didn't seem to mind.

One of the most obnoxious of the students stood up and said, "Why are we reading this stupid book anyway?" Trent waved "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court" in front of him.

Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh, "Because Trent, the man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them."

The JV quarterback scratched his head and said, "Huh?"

Already in a bad mood, the teacher began a slow, purposeful walk in front of the class, hands clasped behind his back and a tight smile on his face. "Since you didn't understand that let me try again. It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt."
There were giggles and snickers around the classroom. Trent shouted at the teacher, "Are you trying to make me look stupid?"
Castiel turned to face him, "I believe you are doing a wonderful job of that all on your own."
The teenager with testosterone overload charged Castiel. He found himself in a swift headlock. The teacher growled, "Another quote from Mark Twain…it's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog."
All the anger towards the people that hurt Dean came bubbling over. Trent was already growing into a hateful, bully Alpha just like them.
Castiel slammed him to the ground. He stood over the student dropping the book on his chest, "You will read that book because I said to read it. Do you understand me now?"
Trent lay there with his tender parts exposed to an obviously stronger and more dominant Alpha. He crawled over to his desk and climbed back in his chair. Castiel picked up the book and set it in front of him. "I asked you a question."
Trent nodded, "Y-yeah Mr. Novak I understand."
Since he was on a roll Castiel swept his gaze over the other students, "Any other wet behind the ears Alphas have something to say to me?" The room was still. "Good. Spend the next ten minutes reading quietly." … Once the bell rang Castiel was almost out the door before his students. When he got to his car he found not only Sam but Alfie as well. The teacher furrowed his brow, "What's this all about?"
Alfie held up his backpack as if Cas had x-ray vision, "Mathletics."
"Ok, I'm not sure what that is or if it's a real thing. Sam, with Dean not feeling well I think Alfie needs to go to his own home." Castiel made the mistake at looking directly into Alfie's big, pleading kitten eyes, "Fine, both of you in back."
… Dean waited until the afternoon to do the last test thinking maybe some time in between the other two would create magical pee making it different somehow. He ripped open the last test and stuck it between his legs."Vag and dick piss give the same result…this time I let my bladder sit awhile. Here goes nothin'"
He let loose saturating the stick and then set it next to the others and waited. A knock came at the door. "Dean I don't want to intrude but are you still having bowel issues?"
"Sure."
"I was just looking up constipation and you shouldn't strain or you could blow out your O ring."
"Thanks but everything is coming out ok now."
"Also those pain killers can slow down your system…ok then I'll leave you to it."
Just to make the elder Omega feel good Dean called out, "Hey Scotty, would you make something with roughage for supper?"
Given a task he could deal with Scotty answered with an exuberant, "Sure absolutely!"
Dean counted down the last minute and then picked up the stick. His breath hitched and he felt his chest tightened up. "I'll just come right out with it. No matter what Cas is still gonna love me." ….

Doctor Brewer finished up on the last Omega of the day. He couldn't wait to go home to his Beta girlfriend Marilyn and forget about these crying, whiny bitches. Working as a skin trade doctor was lucrative to be sure but he was getting sick of it.

Brewer had built his wealth on the backs of the Omega trade. Soon he hoped to retire and move to an island somewhere covered in sun kissed woman and drinking tropical beverages with liberal amounts of booze.

He entered his office still dreaming of white sands and babes. Brewer was surprised to find a large man sitting on his leather couch. "Excuse me but if you're here to pick up an Omega there is protocol to follow."

Rising to his full height which was very impressive, Salvatore stretched his neck from side to side, "I gotta get to the chiropractor next week." He took something out of his pocket, "Are you Doctor Brewer?"

Brewer tapped his name plate, "That's what it says. What are you here for exactly?"

Salvatore held up a photo of Dean Winchester, "Recognize him?"

Brewer snatched the photo away, "Oh yeah, I'd never forget him. He was a real fighter and screamer. I had a lot of fun poking around in that pink little snatch of his." He winked at Salvatore, "I like to take my time and really get in there with the prettiest ones."

Salvatore stepped in front of the door and drew his pistol complete with silencer, "Excellent, I always like people to know why I'm going to kill them." He put a bullet right between the doctor's eyes before the man had a chance to yell. Brewer crumpled to the floor in a growing pool of his own blood.

Salvatore snapped a picture of the body and sent it to his boss then tucked the photo of Dean back in his coat pocket. He took the doctor's phone and laptop then left. Once back to his car the man pulled out a list and crossed the name "Brewer" off it. The name "Felix Oscar" was next. He took out a photo of the gaunt, strange looking man with a list of places he might frequent written on the back.

"Piece of cake."

Salvatore was saving the hardest one for last, John Winchester. Even the seasoned killer was not looking forward to hunting down a Hunter and trying to get the drop on him. Winchester was also a killer but he took down things that Salvatore only saw in his worst nightmares. Only a fool would underestimate someone like that.

…..

Sam carried in a tray of supper for Dean and set it down over his brother's lap. Dean was propped up in bed doing homework his loving Alpha saw fit to bring home. Little brother sat down next to him on the bed and pointed to the heaping plate, "Its spaghetti."

Dean looked down at the serving big enough to feel an army, "Thanks for telling me that Sammy or I never would have guessed."

Sam snickered behind his palm as he pointed to the green stuff mixed in the sauce, "Scotty said to tell you he sautéed some spinach and put it in there for your poop problems. So your butt isn't working right?"

He playfully elbowed his brother, "Shut up bitch, my butt is just fine thank you."

Castiel happened to standing in the doorway listening, "You're having bowel issues?"

Dean covered his face and let out a groan, "Stop talking about my ass…everyone!"

Cas waved Sam out of the room and took his place next to Dean. "Babe I know you hurt and so much has happened the past couple days but maybe it would help if we talked, or rather you talked to me after supper about everything that happened."

Dean had a bag in the nightstand drawer with all three tests to show him. He wanted so badly to tell Castiel the entire horrible ordeal because honestly there was no way Dean would ever tell anyone else not even Sam.

It all weighed on his heart like a stone and the only way to remove the burdens he carried was to tell. It wasn't in Dean's nature to spill his problems to anyone. He was usually more concerned about other people and masked his pain well.

Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how a person looked at it, presenting as Omega had opened up a crack in his carefully built wall around his secrets and emotions.

Castiel took his hand and squeezed it firmly, "I'm an Alpha and with that comes in inborn need to know everything that happens to you because you're mine. When you are hurting I want to shoulder the burden and keep you safe. I want to know who, what, where, when and why then do everything I can to make it better. This is what life will be like with me Dean."

He kissed Dean on the cheek and got up to leave, "Eat and then rest. I'll be in later to sit and listen. I have two strong shoulders and two good ears, take advantage of that."

Dean called out, "I love you Cas. I hope you still love me after."

Castiel turned and rushed to his bedside going on bended knee. He took Dean's hand and kissed the palm and then spoke to his precious Omega straight from the heart.

"I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times... In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, that you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever."

"Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain, It's ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time. You become an image of what is remembered forever."

Castiel moved the tray away, gathered Dean in his arms, kissed him deeply then continued.

"You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played along side millions of lovers, Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell, Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you The love of all man's days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours - And the songs of every poet past and forever."

He dropped his gaze to meet Dean's and smiled at the stunned and blushing Omega, "So you see Dean, you and I are forever."

Dean finally found his words even if they were far from eloquent, "That was…wow. Did you write that?"

"No but I still feel every word when in context to you my love."

Dean whispered, "I want to talk. I'll tell you everything."

TBC

The poem is Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore. He became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913.