After the argument with his dad Castiel was desperate to blow off some steam. BD or "Before Dean" Cas would do it by dancing around his bedroom singing at the top of his lungs ending with a nice jerk off. Now that he had a steady monogamous relationship with the most beautiful creature on the face of the Earth Castiel found sex was the best way everyday to keep him feeling happy.

"Bad Cas…Dean just went through a trauma, he doesn't need you mounting him like some horny beast. A beast and Dean can be the beauty…a tender maiden who needs a strong male to spread his creamy thighs and fill his tender treasure with a length of throbbing …"

Spencer pushed past him in the narrow hall, "Stop writing bodice ripper porn in your head and go check on Dean. I don't want my grandbaby disturbed so it's your job to keep your Omega happy."

Castiel frowned, "How did you know?"

"You have that dreamy look on your face. The same one I get when I think about your step-mom in compromising positions or his sexy nurse's getup."

….

Cas found the brothers asleep in the atrium. Dean was sleeping peacefully and as much as the Alpha wanted to carry him off to bed and plunder his body Castiel let the boy rest. After all he was sleeping for two.

Scotty came in and covered them both up with blankets. The Omega, deep in the throes of mommy feelings commented how they both were precious little angels.

Castiel reminded him that when the Winchesters were awake that wasn't always the case.

They left for a late night cup of herbal tea in the living room.

Castiel was still in a mood over Spencer revealing to Dean the investigation into Dick Roman's murder. Scotty was in a mood of his own.

"Cas I know you're pissed off but you have to cut your dad some slack. He isn't a coddler as you well know. A good example would be Spencer snapping his fingers for a cocktail when he gets home like Darrin Fucking Stephens from Bewitched. Well call me Samantha because I fetch it for my man because I love him."

The Alpha grumped, "Fetch like a pedigree dog you mean."

Scotty let out a harsh laugh, "I'm far from a pedigree. For someone that likes to think of himself as progress you sure have some low notions when it comes to Omegas."

"I am progressive! You're the one married to a knuckle dragger."

The Omega gave Cas a sly smile, "I bet if Dean would wear a collar and leash for you even if only in the privacy of your bedroom your inner Alpha would jump for joy."

Cas was always amazed at how Scotty just knew what people were thinking or feeling. "Fine…yes I would be jumping for joy. How do you know so much at nineteen?"

The Omega turned toward the window, "I'm twenty now, my birthday was December first."

Castiel felt instantly sad and a little guilty Scotty didn't even get a cake. "I'm sorry; I didn't know it was your birthday."

Scotty waved his hand dismissively, "I don't celebrate my birthday for my own personal reasons. Spencer leaves me in peace and my concession is Valentine's Day where he goes overboard."

The Alpha impulsively grabbed his step-mother's hand and kissed it, "Since I moved in here I've haven't always been kind when you deserve all my respect."

"Thank you Castiel. That's all I've ever wanted was respect. Could I ask you a favor?"

"It depends, what's the favor?"

"The other night your father and I were in the living room doing a little role play. Nothing weird just Spencer as the handsome gynecologist and me as the virgin Omega getting his first…"

"Oh my God please no details!"

"…pelvic exam."

Castiel covered his face and groaned.

Scotty rolled his eyes, "Anyway, out of the corner of my eye I noticed Sam standing there just off the kitchen holding a bag of potato chips. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. He got a good look at my…"

"Please stop."

"…vagina."

"I need you to talk to Sam as Alpha to baby Alpha about the birds and the bees. He's got questions they won't answer in school."

Castiel was aghast at the thought of helping Sam with his embarrassing questions. Not embarrassing to Sam but to Castiel.

"No thanks, I don't want to discuss why Sam pops boners in class or why Alfie smells like cookies and Twizzlers."

Cas thought back to when he was Sam's age, "Now when I was pre-Alpha I associated Omegas with things like pine, ginger, lavender and fresh cut grass. Those were the days."

Scotty made their conversation all the more confusing by going off on another train of thought, "I assume that big yummy hunk of a BFF Benny is planning a bachelor party for you after Dean's paperwork is processed. I'll be planning Dean's bachelorette party. Don't get upset if I hire some Alpha and Beta strippers."

Cas did a spit take of tea, "What?!"

The leggy Omega waved over his shoulder as he headed off to bed, "You heard me. Men in sparkly g-strings with barely constrained meat ready to pop right out. Of course that's after they strip off the cop and fireman uniforms that is."

Scotty tapped his chin lost in thought, "Hmmm, I'll need to stop at the bank and get some singles. Cas close your mouth or you're going to catch flies."

….

John Winchester woke up with a pounding headache from a hard night of drinking. His eyes opened to slits to take in his surroundings and was relieved to find himself in his motel room safe and sound. The Hunter stretched his arms and bumped against someone sleeping beside him.

John's mind raced to put together the bits and pieces of last evening. Some of it was lost to the ether but at least the good parts John could remember. He had a mind altering roll in the hay.

"Goddamn that was a great fuck!"

He lifted the blanket to admire the form hidden beneath and was greeted with a firm little ass, slim build and smooth skin. A tumble of strawberry blonde waves fanned out on the dingy pillow. John ran a finger lightly down the mystery lover's spine and rumbled in his deep morning voice, "Morning beautiful."

The Omega rolled onto his back and smiled up at John, "Good Morning."

John scrambled out of bed and backed against the wall, pointing an accusing finger at the Omega he demanded to know what was going on.

The young man pouted, "You don't remember? I was hitchhiking and you pulled over to give me a ride…I told you I ran away from home…you don't remember any of that?"

John blinked a few times, total confusion on his face.

"We were drunk, well you more than me. You were knotted inside me for hours…Jesus, you don't remember that?!"

John's jaw fell open. He was beginning to remember.

"You said it was your first time with an Omega and I said it was my first time ever."

John sat heavily in a chair by the window while Mason headed for the bathroom to wash the copious amounts of Alpha semen from between his thighs.

John watched the stranger walk bare ass to the bathroom and close the door. He immediately checked under the bed for the bag of money and extra weapons. Everything was untouched.

"Fuck…how could I…I think I'm going to puke." John was disgusted with himself. An Omega hitchhiker was far worse than a Beta female prostitute in his eyes.

…..

Salvatore opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by all the formerly caged Omegas, concern on each face. The one that he had let out first looked to be the oldest and carried an unfortunate scar down one side of his face from the corner of his eye to his chin.

The young man crouched down next to Salvatore, pulled back his torn, bloody shirt and gingerly examined the bullet wound. "It looks like the bullet went clean through a love handle. It's pretty damn nasty but far from hitting any organs. Good thing you do a lot of carb loading."

Salvatore weakly protested, "I don't have love handles. I'm in excellent shape. What's your name?"

The Omega was surprised he even cared to know but answered quickly, "Terry."

The killer croaked, "You can call me Sal. Did the weasel survive?"

"Sorry, he was dead before he hit the floor. Was he important?"

Salvatore rolled his head to the side to look at the corpse, "No I guess not. I'm tracking a guy named John Winchester for a client. I plan on gutting him like a fresh perch on Friday. Did anyone happen to mention him?"

"No but he left his lap top, car and a big briefcase full of money. Will that help you find this John Winchester? There might be information on the computer."

Salvatore struggled to a sitting position and instantly there were hands all over him helping the man to his feet. He grabbed his side and groaned involuntarily because Salvatore Francis Bello didn't make a fuss over things like getting shot in a love handle.

He felt like some sort of giant in the Valley of the Dolls but in all fairness Sal was a big man. He looked down at the nasty, pass through wound and realized it would need cleaning and stitches.

Terry asked if he could feed the other Omegas and find them some blankets. Sunset was upon them and the sky was threatening to snow. He also wondered if there were any medical kits around the warehouse.

Salvatore told Terry there were supplies in the trunk of his car. Someone in his line of work always needed to be prepared.

Terry came back a short while later carrying a case of bottled water from the back of the dead men's truck along with some MREs and a medical kit. The Omegas started a fire near a bank a inside near a bank of broken windows.

He showed the other boys how to heat up the water and mix it into the pouches then went to clean and sew up Salvatore.

Sal watched him threading a curved needle after sanitizing the wound.

"You saved my life kid. I owe you big time."

"You could have killed them and left us locked up to die. I know people who would do that. The time you took to unlock my door and give me the keys was the time you could have spent chasing down that piece of shit. Then you wouldn't have gotten shot. I think we owe you big time."

Salvatore managed a smile, "Apples and oranges. You know how to handle a gun so I bet you know how to drive a car."

"Yeah I do."

"Great, we can figure out what to do with the others and you can help me hunt down John Winchester. I'm not going to be able to do all the driving. I warn you though, I'm gonna kill him after I give him a tongue lashing and a couple kicks to the ribs."

Terry's violet eyes lit up, "Can I kick him too?"

The Alpha reached out and patted the Omega's arm, "Babe we are gonna get along just fine."

…

Dean woke up disoriented and scared. He forgot they were in the atrium and he panicked thinking someone took him away again. When he saw Sam was peacefully asleep and both of them were safe Dean was able to relax again.

Dean wished he could sleep soundly, not have the nightmares that changed up nightly. There was no way around them; too much had happened in his young life. The old dreams were now mixing with the new on a continuous macabre loop torturing him.

He wondered if trauma was the reason John drank so heavily, trauma from the war and trauma from the fire and the loss of Mary. Then Dean remembered everything John had put them through and trauma was no excuse to treat his kids that way. Dean had been through more than most adults in their entire lives. It didn't make him cold and cruel.

"No dad, no passes for everything you've done. No passes for selling your kid."

He padded quietly to the bathroom, did his business then took a good long look at himself in the mirror. Dean was tired of living in fear of some asshole kidnapping him, getting molested, of getting raped or leered at.

"I'm Dean Friggin' Winchester…I kill monsters and send ghosts packing. I won't let human monsters hurt me or my family ever again."

The Omega repeated that over and over in his mind and then said it in a whisper that grew slowly into an out and out scream. He hit the mirror with the side of his fist smashing the glass and his hand in the process.

He let out a loud hiss as he sunk to the tile and examined the damage. No glass but a nice long gash too deep for a bandage.

…..

The a scream followed by the sound of glass breaking jogged Castiel out of his dream. Since Deans kidnapping the Alpha had a difficult time falling into a deep sleep with his mind and body always on the edge in case of danger.

He sprang from the bed and ran to the bathroom where he found Dean on the floor holding his hand in a blood soaked towel. The Alpha went to his knees and opened the towel to find a wicked slice along his Omega's hand.

Castiel kept his voice soft as possible, "Dean did you hit the mirror?"

Dean nodded.

"Why?"

Talking not really to Cas but to the world and everyone in it, "I'm Dean Winchester and I'm not weak."

"I know Dean, you are one of the strongest people I've ever met but I have to get you to the emergency room for stitches. Are you able to stand?"

Dean directed his anger and frustration at his Alpha, "I want my ring tattoo. I can't wait…I won't!" Then came the tears and Dean cursed each one as his fury dissipated. Hormones were pulling him every which way more and more each day.

Cas took off his sleep tee and lightly pressed the damp pit to Dean's face, "Breath in angel." Dean did as he was told allowing his mate's pheromones to wash over him creating a feeling of relaxation and safety.

Spencer woke up to his son asking for help with Dean. He didn't ask questions just dressed and drove them both to the emergency room where he fell asleep while the boy carrying his grandchild was patched up.

…

Castiel blew off any lesson plans and had his students do quiet reading. He left Dean in good hands. Scotty promised to watch over the teen and make sure he ate a proper meal. The Older Omega even promised to go for walks in the woods on their property with Dean so he got some fresh air.

Dean had given up running around the neighborhood until he was sure his dad couldn't hurt him anymore. Since finding out he was pregnant Dean had become cautious and fiercely protective of his body. As a result he ran on the treadmill and lifted weights in their extensive home gym. Scotty planned on teaching him yoga and proper stretching techniques.

It would keep Dean occupied since the fourteen year old was bored to tears in the house everyday doing homework assignments.

When the blessed last bell rang the Alpha gathered his things and headed out the door to get back to his family. Millie Pendergrass was there waiting at the exit for him.

"Mr. Novak I'd like to see you in my office."

Castiel felt like throttling the dried up woman and tossing her body to a pack of wild dogs to fight over like a bag of old jerky. Then he wondered why his thoughts were so damn dark lately, "What about?"

"Follow me."

Imagine the teacher's surprise to read "Principle Pendergrass" on the door. She waved toward the lettering and gave Castiel a tight smile, "I'm the principle for now and hopefully with the school board's approval it will be a permanent position. If you're wondering what happened to the old principle let's just say he got a little too close with a Beta cheerleader."

She sat behind her desk looking right at home and gestured to the empty chair, "Have a seat Mr. Novak."

Castiel rubbed his sweaty palms across the wrinkled dress slacks as his eyes looked everywhere but at her.

Pendergrass leaned forward, "When will Dean Winchester be returning to school Mr. Novak? You took responsibility for him but I have yet to have any sort of paperwork naming you as his guardian."

"I have it in process right now. Another week or so and I'll have all the legalities taken care of. I also applied for our marriage license and if you must know I'm taking tomorrow afternoon off so we can get out tattoos done."

"Hmmm, you've lost a lot of time at work over this boy. Do you really think it's wise to have a tattoo done on yourself ?"

He answered resolutely, "Yes I do."

"Unorthodox…but then you are a strange young man. No concerns what the other Alphas will think of that?"

Cas blurted out, "I don't give two fucks what they think, you either for that matter." He regretted it as soon as he said it. Not because he didn't mean it but because he needed his job badly.

Medusa would have been proud of the look on the principle's face. Castiel worried he might actually turn to stone.

Pendergrass snapped, "You think your special don't you?"

The teacher shrugged, "My mother always thought so."

"That outburst was uncalled for. Why don't I make this easier and suspend you without pay for the rest of the week then you and your student can get your eyelids tattooed for all I care."

The Alpha clenched his fists beneath the parka on his lap, "Dean is my fiancée."

The principle rolled her eyes at the teacher, "You foolish Alphas and your lust for Omegas. I simply will never understand it." She waved a dismissive hand toward the door, "Go on home to your boy toy Mr. Novak. Enjoy your time off." She added as Castiel reached the door, "That little Omega will destroy you."

Cas gripped the handle tightly, head bowed as he repeated, "Baby on the way…money, job, benefits."

…

Dean was waiting for Castiel when he walked through the door. The Omega flung his arms around his lover's neck and kissed him, "I love you!"

The dark cloud that had hung over the Alpha's head during the drive home vanished. He lifted Dean up and laughed when the Omega wrapped his long legs around Cas' waist.

Nuzzling the crook of his neck Cas breathed in the heady mixture that was intrinsically Dean. "Coming home to you is my sweet salvation."

The horny Omega cooed, "That's one of my favorite songs babe."

He set Dean on his feet and smiled at the Omega bravely, "Guess what, I took the rest of the week off. Tomorrow we get our tattoos."

Dean cocked his head having picked up the habit from Castiel, "Really, they let you take the rest of the week off?"

Cas nodded, "You bet, I just told them that I had important things to do."

The Alpha lowered his eyes suddenly feeling shy and just a little silly, "Would you like to go to a matinee movie and then dinner this weekend? I worry my lack of courting skills might have left you wanting. Dean I don't want you to miss out on all little things that make a relationship fun."

The teen tugged Cas' tie and the man lowered his head. They touched their foreheads together in affection.

"I'd like that, it's a date."

TBC