Castiel had no idea just how long he had been out. He was still coming down from a heavy dose of drugs and details were fuzzy. His blue eyes, mere slits, moved slowly around the immediate space.

He knew he was in a bed but whose bed? "My bed…our bed?" His fingers worked over the surface of the silky comforter which confirmed he wasn't in his marriage bed. Thiers had a large winter quilt he had found in a hope chest in the farm house attic. Castiel found someone to mend and clean the precious vintage textile and it had become the prize jewel in their bedroom.

"Accident…am I hurt?" He was surprised to find himself naked beneath the comforter and smelling of herbal soap. He carefully moved each sluggish limb and found, though very sore, nothing seemed broken. The teacher swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up.

"No hallucination or nightmare…what is this place?"

The room seemed to be located in the finished basement of a house. The space was large, well decked out and smelled of fresh paint. It seemed to be one furnished area with a full bathroom connected. He shuffled to the steel door and examined it; the door had a peep hole and a fair-sized slot in the center. It reminded the teacher of the maximum security door on a jail cell. There was an intercom on the wall next to it.

The back wall had one large window with steel bars and another steel door with an electronic lock. The view outside the window was one long, depressing stretch of snowy field that led to a swampy looking forest of deciduous trees. There was no sign of civilization.

The Alpha was trapped in a comfortable prison of some deranged person's making. For what purpose, Castiel had no clue.

He pressed the button on the intercom, "Hello…hello is anyone there?"

A deep, soft voice answered, "I'm here my angel. Just relax; I'll be down in a bit."

"Wait, why…"

Castiel was interrupted by "Clair de Lune" coming from hidden speakers placed around the room.

The Alpha shouted, "I think Toccata and Fugue in D Minor would be more appropriate considering the situation!"

The music stopped and the person on the other end of the intercom spoke, "I do love Phantom of the Opera, the 1925 version of course."

"Of course, but one needs to read the novel first." Castiel did some inward chastising, "What am I engaging this lunatic!?"

"Castiel, I've seen the play and it's magical."

"I demand you let me go this instant! I have a wife and daughter waiting for me and whatever weird ideas you have, you can just forget it. I want to go home."

"Oh dear, you sound agitated."

"Yes I'm agitated! I woke up in a strange place, bruised, naked and smelling of soap which means some pervert bathed me! I want out, NOW!"

"I didn't take liberties. You needed a bath. Besides, Cecile helped and he's Alpha and has no interest in you."

"Clair de Lune" once again came from the speakers and the conversation ended.

Castiel shuffled back over the four poster bed and down before his knees buckled out from under him. Memories of the night before came back in bits and pieces, the stranger in the school parking lot, a needle jabbed into his neck and then nothing until he woke up to this madness.

….

Dean woke early the next morning in Castiel's childhood room. Sam was curled up next to him and the baby Alpha was dressed head to toe in sweats but had bare feet and no blanket. The kid was shivering in his sleep so Dean tossed the blankets over Sam.

"What a little dork…I swear that kid will have feet the size of canoes someday." Dean gently brushed a lock of hair behind Sam's ear.

Next he went to the nursery to check on Grace and found his baby girl fussing and Alex still asleep. Normally Castiel's would have been the first face she saw in the morning. Sunrise was father and daughter time and Grace had come to expect her daddy there.

The Omega went through their morning routine including giving Grace little kisses all over her face that made the baby giggle like crazy but the entire time his mind was on his Alpha. Dean hadn't received a call or text and Castiel hadn't come home last night. Dean wasn't the praying type but he did ask the Big Guy Upstairs to watch over Castiel until he got home safely to Dean.

Scotty breezed in, barefoot and wearing a flannel nightshirt that must have belonged to Spencer since it looked more like a mini dress on the Omega. He offered to take care of Grace.

Dean gratefully accepted, "Thanks Scotty, I have a one track mind right now and all I can think about is finding Cas."

"Don't worry Dean; I'm sure he holed up in a motel or something. Spencer has been making calls, he'll figure this out."

…

Dean found Spencer and a state trooper sitting at the kitchen table. Spencer's face looked ashen. "Dean, this is Officer Jackson from the highway patrol."

The man stood and shook Dean's hand. "Have a seat Mr. Novak."

Dean tightened the borrowed flannel robe tighter around his body like a shield then sat down for what he assumed was lousy news to come.

"Your husband's SUV was found by Spring Road Bridge. The vehicle slid down an embankment. The front was submerged but the back end had caught the breakwater."

Spencer clamped a firm hand on the Omega's arm; he felt the teen tense up and saw the color flare up in Dean's cheeks. He could tell Dean was on the verge of a blow up.

"Where's Cas?"

"Your husband wasn't inside. I found what I assume are Mr. Novak's messenger bag and coat. They were out on the ice not far from the vehicle." the officer gestured to both sitting on the kitchen table.

Dean pulled Castiel's well worn coat to his chest. "On the ice…" The Omega looked up at the officer, "You have to find him. W-we just had a baby and…"

When the freckle faced teen with the stricken look broke down, Officer Jackson softened his all business persona. The Beta hated to see the boy in pain.

"We have searchers looking for him now; every single inch will be covered. There is a helicopter combing the area."

…..

As soon as the trooper left Sam brought a devastated Dean to his bedroom where Sam had been busy on his laptop, desperately looking for information to give them a direction.

Dean pulled up a chair next to Sam's, "What did you find Sammy?"

There were two aerial maps side by side on the screen. Sam pointed to one, "This is the route Castiel normally takes home and it's well traveled. Here is the school and along the way there is a strip mall, grocery store and a gas station. He hits the countryside right about here and from there your house is only a few miles away."

Sam pointed to the other map, "This is the location of the bridge, its nowhere near Cas' route home. There would be absolutely no reason for him to be in that area. From the school to the river, along the way there are fishing cabins that are rented out year round for all season fishing, the business is a little off the beaten path but I'm sure the searchers will check it out. There is a gas station after that then the bridge and then this area here." Sam ran his finger in a circle over an area of what looked like acres and acres of fields and trees.

Sam closed the first aerial map and enlarged the second, "There are two houses located on all of this land…well not really houses, I think mansions would be more accurate."

That gave Dean, hope, "The accident could have been staged. Someone went to all that trouble to make us think he's lost or worse which means Cas is alive somewhere." He pointed to the map, "How much acreage are we talking about?"

"Um, four hundred and seventy five acres," Sam watched as his brother's shoulders slumped.

"Sam, who owns the houses and property?"

"Half is owned by Peter Roman and the other half Steven Roman."

"As in Dick Roman?"

Sam nodded.

Dean punched a hole in the wall as a string of obscenities blue enough to make a merchant marine blush, flew from his pretty mouth.

Sam ate a banana while he waited for Dean to let it all out. When it was all over he asked, "Feel better?"

"A little."

….

Castiel determined that at the moment at least, escape was not a viable option. He found a wardrobe and dresser full of new clothes and quickly got dressed. The clothes fit him perfectly.

"Nope, nothing weird about that."

Castiel sat down on the courting couch facing the steel door and waited for his captor. He dozed; sleeping off the tail end of the drug he was given. Cas had no idea how long he was asleep but when the sound of the door opening woke him, long winter shadows stretched across the floor from the barred window.

There were two people standing in the doorway. One, a hulking beast of a man and in front of him was the Omega that had visited him at the high school.

"Rich Peters?" Cas got to his feet and stood there, fists at his sides, "I don't know what's going on and frankly I don't care. If you don't allow me to return to my family there is going to be hell to pay."

Peter Roman turned to Cecile, "Wait outside; I want to speak to Castiel alone." The Alpha bristled at the thought of leaving the Omega alone with the stranger but did has he was told.

….

The search was called off for the evening and the Novak family was told it would be on again at sunrise. There was no sign of Castiel and a dark depression fell over the Novak home. After the evening meal of delivery pizza, the family sat together in the atrium to discuss the situation. Grace and Alex brought a ray of joy to the somber group.

Spencer warned Dean to not go off half cocked and to leave things to the professionals. That included people on loan from Mateo Mercado, the type of people that would leave no stone unturned.

Dean assured Spencer he had no intention of running off. Of course the Omega had his fingers crossed. He had every intention of leaving just as soon as he could.

…..

Dean lay in bed, arms tucked under his head, staring up at the ceiling. Sam insisted on sleeping next to him so his brother couldn't take off without him.

"Sammy, did you get the address for Steven Roman?"

"Yeah."

"Great, cause at dawn I'm out of here. I can kill two birds with one stone. Burn Dick's bones and look for Cas. Bone burning first though, I can't look for Cas while I'm getting my ass beat but a dead pervert."

"I'm going with you."

"Stay safe Sammy. Watch over Grace."

"I'm going and that's final."

Dean looked over to find Sam had a determined look on his face, jaw set, eyes narrow and arms folded. It was pure bitch face with a side of puberty. Dean knew it was hopeless to argue.

…..

Peter was dressed in a long black garment with rich blue piping. As he approached Castiel the man seemed to float along before stopping in front of the Alpha.

"My true name is Peter Roman." When the Omega reached out to touch Castiel the Alpha fell back on the couch to avoid him.

"As in Dick Roman?"

"Yes, Richard is…was my brother." Peter gestured to his garb, "I still wear black in mourning for him."

Castiel gave the Omega every ounce of bravado within him. "I have no idea what this all has to do with me."

Peter screamed, "Because your slut wife murdered my brother!"

"Oh my god, how does he know that?"

"John Winchester murdered your brother. Dean had nothing to do with it. There was a police investigation and they determined it was John. You are misinformed."

The Omega was seething and could barely contain himself. He hiked up his garment and straddled Castiel's lap, pinning the teacher to the back of the couch. Peter had nothing on underneath and the Alpha could feel the damp and heat of the Omega's pussy pressed over his crotch.

Castiel turned his face to the side, avoiding the piercing, dark eyes glaring at him.

Peter pressed his lips to the Alpha's ear, "Dean Winchester murdered my brother. He shoved the broken end of a plastic fork into my beloved Richard's neck and he bled out like a stuck pig." Peter hissed, "The whore could have had the decency to use fine silver."

Castiel's voice was just above a whisper, "How do you know this?"

Peter screamed in his ear, "Because my brother told me!"

The Omega got off his lap and stormed to the door then turned, "I have to leave before I do something I'll regret." The wild eyed man stood there, breathing heavily for what seemed like forever to Castiel. His features suddenly softened and his demeanor changed, "I'll have a tray brought down, you must be starving."

After Peter left, Castiel touched the slick that had leaked from the Omega. Instinctively the Alpha brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed. He pulled off the wet jeans and tossed them in a corner. Castiel felt disgusted both with Peter and himself.

…

Cecile was the one who brought a tray to Castiel. The resentment against the teacher rolled off the big man in waves. Castiel felt it was best to ignore him and avoid eye contact.

"Here you go your Highness; enjoy." The tray was laden with roasted chicken, fingerling potatoes, whipped squash, a bowl of fresh fruit salad and a small chocolate torte. Cecile gestured to the mini fridge, "Drinks are in there."

Castiel only nodded.

Cecile growled, "What's wrong teacher man, are you too good to say anything to me?"

Through the speaker came Peter's voice, "Is there a problem Cecile?"

The Alpha went from angry knuckle dragger to docile, neutered cat. "No, no problem."

Once Cecile left, Castiel devoured his meal. Going hungry wouldn't help him get any closer to reuniting with his family. Castiel was stuck in someone else's crazy world and he would need to play well with others until he found a way to escape.

…..

Dean was up before dawn. He tended to Grace while Sam finished packing up a duffle with everything they needed. Baby was still well stocked with John's hunting supplies. Sam disarmed the alarm at the door.

Sam left a note on the kitchen table so Spencer and Scotty didn't completely freak out although he knew both would be worried and pissed.

Dean brushed the snow off Baby's hood and found two dents where the ghost of Dick Roman went Pompeii with his fists. The Hunter was livid, "I swear to god, I'm going to kill that bastard all over again and burn him twice." Dean tenderly ran his fingers over one of the indentations, "She didn't deserve this."

"Don't worry Dean, we'll burn Roman' bones, find Cas then fix Baby."

The brothers hopped in Baby and headed off to the unknown.

…..

Castiel woke up early the next morning when he felt a dip in the mattress, then someone settling under the covers next to him. "Please don't let it be Cecile."

Peter, dressed in a short black silk robe, snuggled up next to his captive. He placed his head on the Alpha's shoulder and let out a contented sigh.

"Please don't try to strangle me, Castiel. There really is no way out and Cecile is sitting right outside the door." Peter worked a trail of kisses up his captive's throat, "I've missed cuddling since Richard died."

Cas lay there frozen, staring up at the ceiling. "You cuddled with your brother like this?" "Damn, why did I ask that…I need to curtail my sick curiosity."

Peter mouthed against the Alpha's skin, "Of course, Richard was my mate. We share a child. Andrew is five now. I promised him a new father and now he has one."

"Peter, I don't understand this…"

"Dean murdered my mate and so as his punishment I took you as Richard's replacement. I thought of just killing Dean as revenge but this is so much nicer. He can now live with the fact that he lost the man he loves just as I've had to do. Raising a fatherless child, no comfort or tenderness…it's what he deserves."

The Omega rose up on his elbows and smiled down at the Alpha, "When Richard told me what had really happened I had all sorts of dark ideas." He tapped his temple, "At times it's difficult to control myself. Richard managed to keep me in check and in my place. After he died I went away for awhile to pull myself together and by the time I came home I knew exactly what to do."

Castiel knew ghosts were very real and the thought of Dick Roman wandering around with no flesh to bind him made the teacher's blood run cold.

"Richard speaks to you?"

"Yes, I think he felt my loneliness all those nights locked inside the asylum. He came to me one night and told me everything…not in words but in images. Richard came back home with me." Peter laughed, "Who knows what that devil gets up to when he's gone for days at a time."

All Castiel could think of was Dean and what Dick Roman could do to him. Even though the Winchesters were very different than other boys their ages, that didn't mean they couldn't be harmed. "What about Grace, dad, Scotty…"

Peter went to kiss Castiel on the lips but the Alpha turned his head and the kiss hit his cheek instead.

The captive Alpha was between a rock and a hard place, completely reject Peter's advances and perhaps send him into a rage. Castiel had no way to protect Dean or Grace from Cecile short of compliance to Peters wishes.

"I'm sorry, but I love Dean and he's the only one I desire. He owns me body and soul. I don't cheat or even flirt; I can't even fathom a relationship or intercourse with anyone else ever. He is my heart, my Omega."

Peter covered his face with his hands and began to weep. Castiel had no idea what to do. The Omega got up and tied his open robe tightly, hiding the lithe, smooth body beneath.

"I need to rethink my original plan. Dean might need to die in order to free your heart and soul." The spurned Omega began to leave the bed, "I need to ponder on this problem."

Castiel grabbed the Omega's hand and kissed it. "I believe with time I'll forget about Dean. Just leave him be, he is a mother and Grace needs him." The Alpha would have said or done anything to convince Peter to leave Dean and his family alone.

In the end, Peter cupped the beautiful Alpha's face, "How can I resist those pretty blue eyes. I confess, I've actually never killed anyone before and I'd hate to start now and as you said, Dean is a mother."

Peter suddenly began to stare off into space while Castiel stroked his hand. The Omega did a rapid blink and seemed to wake from a dream, "I'll go now."

Castiel just couldn't leave things as they were, he gave the disturbed Omega a long, passionate kiss and Peter went slack in the Alpha's arms.

At that moment it would have been so easy to choke the life out of his captor but Castiel couldn't bring himself to do it. Peters eyes fluttered open as soon as the kiss was broken, he smiled softy at his captive.

Cas put the A in Alpha and Acting with the next part. His voice was honey and gravel. "I'll court you properly, I insist on it…I'll make you mine but in the right way. Can you be patient for me?"

"For you I will try."

"Good boy."

…..

Dean had a difficult time getting the Impala up the long drive but they made it. He pulled around the circle driveway and parked right at the front door of Steven Roman's mansion.

"Ready, Sammy?"

"Ready, Dean."

TBC