Dean was clothed in a shapeless, dark cloak and tunic that covered his everyday clothes. The type of garment an owned, submissive Omega wears when partnered with an old fashion, oppressor Alpha. It had been a wedding gift sent by one of Castiel's great-uncles, a man from a different era.

The joke was on the great-uncle, Cas and Dean used the cloak and tunic for down and dirty, unapologetic role play. Even Castiel wore the clothing once, acting as Dean's submissive. Those particular nights were hotter than two rats fucking in a wool sock.

"How do I explain this to Sam…shit, he's still giving me "the look"."

"I'm dressed like this for a reason, Sammy. Pendergrass is a knuckle dragging pig, I'm gonna sit in on that meeting and I want him to think I'm a good, dutiful, submissive breeder. I want him to know my Alpha needs his job in order to provide for his Omega and daughter." Dean gave a sigh of resignation, "I want Castiel to look strong in Wade's eyes."

Sam's empathetic, puppy dog look made Dean feel even more like shit, "Don't give me that look, Sam."

Sam couldn't help it, no one could illicit such strong emotions than his big brother, "But Cas IS strong and you're better than this, Dean."

"I know, Sammy, just try to understand where I'm coming from." Trying to diffuse the slight tension between them, Dean gave his little brother a sweet, lopsided smile, "I swear I've got flannel and denim on under this."

Sam still looked like he wanted to hug it all out and have a deep conversation so Dean tried another tactic, "Man, it was hard getting the cum stains out of this thing so I could wear it in public."

A groan of disgust, a smirk and an eye role later, Sam was over his brotherly empathy, "You are so gross."

"It took a lot of Febreze just to…"

"Shut up, jerk."

"Geez, bitch, I didn't know you were such a delicate flower."

Grace had no idea what was going on but when her uncle and mommy both started laughing, she joined in. The image of the nasty cop who made her mommy upset, melted away, replaced by her dimpled, smiling uncle and freckled beauty mommy.

The day could only get better from here.

…..

Castiel also had a certain look which caused the Omega to squirm in his chair. In fact, the teacher was directing that look at him right at the moment. A look that felt like Castiel could decipher Dean's every thought and movement. The look used to put students in their place.

Dean felt like he was back in the classroom with the teacher only this time his squirming wasn't from a delightful, zipper raking boner.

"Oh no, he's cocking an eyebrow…now he's frowning." A bead of sweat trailed slowly down the back of the Omega's neck.

"Dean, I can't believe you showed up here, especially wearing that shapeless tunic and manteau, they are reserved strictly for our sexy times."

Normally, Castiel saying something like "sexy times" would have made Dean burst out laughing or come back with a zinger but this was no laughing matter.

"I already told you why I wore it; guys like Pendergrass get off on outfits like this."

"Well that doesn't make me feel better at all. I suppose you felt the need to bring Grace along to make him feel sorry for me, the man who has his family to support and can't afford to lose his job."

"Bingo."

Grace smacked her cupids bow lips in her sleep and nestled tighter against the manteau. The fabric was scratchy; a slight frown crossed her cherubic face.

"Cas, why didn't you just tell me about this meeting? I'm your mate and I have a right to know. Sometimes you treat me like a kid and it pisses me off."

The hurt in Dean's pretty green eyes caused Castiel to soften; he took Dean's free hand and held it, "Dean, I love you so much that the thought of disappointing and upsetting you was too much to bear; I was only protecting you."

Dean kissed each knuckle on his husband's hand then tenderly rubbed his cheek against the palm. "Stop treating me like I'm made of glass, this Omega has steel balls."

"Thank god you don't have a steel vagina…speaking of vaginas, are you wearing anything under that monstrosity?" Cas leaned in closer to his wife, "any panties or are you commando?"

Dean imitated his husband, leaning in until their foreheads were touching, "I'm wearing jeans and boxer briefs, its winter for fucks sake, I'm not a masochist."

The door opened and the shifter in Wade form entered the conference room.

Gregori was pleasantly surprised to find not only Castiel Novak but Dean Winchester in the room along with a baby, asleep against the Omega's chest. He found the Omega's puritanical clothing very amusing but made no comment.

This particular shifter enjoyed what he called "prey play", yes, he sought revenge on the Campbell-Winchester bloodlines and all Hunters as a matter of fact, but that didn't mean a monster couldn't have fun in the meantime.

Gregori took a seat across the table from them and proceeded to pulled papers from a briefcase. He didn't bother with formalities; after all, this wasn't a real meeting.

"Mr. Novak…"

"You may call me Castiel," the teacher had an air of cool elegance; legs crossed and hands folded neatly on his lap but this was slightly marred by a crooked blue tie and hair that went in no particular direction.

"Very well, Castiel." Gregori ignored Dean and the baby completely for the moment.

He went through the motions of interviewing the teacher, "You've missed a considerable amount of work."

Cas nodded, "Yes, but there have been extenuating circumstances, the first time I missed a stretch of work there was a dire family emergency that needed tending." "My wife's father kidnapped him and sold him to a rich pig, Dean stabbed the pig to death …there was an investigation…"

"The second time I missed work I was on family leave for the birth of our child. The third time I was kidnapped and kept for a considerable amount of time, I'm sure you read about it in the news. After the rescue I had a stretch in the hospital and recovery time. Then of course there was Christmas break."

Gregori pretended he gave a crap, nodding at the right time and looking concerned and interested. "I see, so just a stretch of bad luck." He turned his attention to Dean and the baby, "I imagine this little angel and your beautiful Omega were the blessings amidst the chaos."

Castiel answered proudly, "Dean and Grace are indeed my blessings."

"Yes, well family is everything. I've lost mine to a preventable tragedy…I've never gotten over it." The shifter fixed his gaze on Dean Winchester.

Castiel felt terrible for the man, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to go on without his family. "I'm so sorry."

Gregori forced a smile, "I'm in middle of a sort of self-help program of my own making. Each goal I achieve makes the pain a little less. I'm actually enjoying the process."

The shifter abruptly stood and extended his hand to the teacher, "I've made my decision. There is no need to pursue your termination, Castiel. You have an excellent teaching record and plenty of student and community support. It would be a blow to the school to lose such a fine teacher."

Castiel felt like jumping from his chair and hugging the man but instead stood and shook his hand, "Thank you so much Mr. Pendergrass."

Grace's eyes fluttered open and the baby got her first look at the shifter. She could see Gregori for what he really was, a pulsing mass of color shifting flesh, the only features of distinction were two eyes constantly changing shape and shade, and a maw lined with rows of very sharp little teeth.

The baby let out a scream of epic proportions before bursting into tears.

Both parents were thrown by the scream; neither had ever witnessed their baby act like this before. Grace couldn't begin to understand why her mommy and daddy had no reaction to the horror right in front of them.

Castiel placed both hands on his daughter's back and felt her tiny body trembling, "Dean, she's shaking like a leaf."

"Gracie has started teething, maybe it's getting to her. I better head home wither her. A nice warm bath, her teething ring and some banana pudding should help."

The mates gave each other a kiss goodbye as the shifter watched on.

Grace bravely tossed Mister Jolly at the grotesquery, the little clown made a jingling sound as it bounced off the monster and landed on the floor.

The monster twisted his large, frog-like mouth into a facsimile of a hideous smile; an appendage emerged from the pulsing flesh and scooped the toy from the floor. He handed the jingle clown back to the baby girl and Grace snatched it away, hiding her clown between her and her mother's chest.

"She's a feisty little gal."

Dean narrowed his eyes, taking a closer look at Wade Pendergrass but all he saw was an unattractive prick in an expensive suit. "She really hates this guy."

"Yeah, she takes after me."

After Dean left with Grace, Castiel wasn't sure what would come next. He stood by as Pendergrass slipped papers inside the briefcase. Finally the man acknowledged the teacher.

Gregori walked to Castiel then stepped behind him, placing unwanted hands on the young man's shoulders, "You're sweating…are you nervous?"

"This is creepy." Cas ignored the question, "I can finish out the day, I'm sure Mr. Lafitte would be happy to stop subbing my classes, after all he's no English teacher."

The shifter ran his tongue up the back of the Alpha's neck, catching the beads of sweat, he felt the teacher shiver.

Castiel recoiled. "If you're expecting something in exchange for my employment, I'd rather work at the Gas-n-Sip."

Gregori swiftly grabbed the teacher around the waist and throat, "I don't want your ass, I want your heavily scented clothing," he pressed his lips to the struggling teacher's ear, "and then I want your wife, his brother and your daughter. But not before I have a little fun. I'd kill you now and take a nibble but I might need you."

…..

The principle woke with a blinding headache. "Millie looked around the dimly lit area, trying to figure out where she was. The school was built in 1924 and though a referendum had passed the previous fall to overhaul the schools very guts, construction wouldn't start until the spring. She was trapped inside the noisy, sweltering boiler room.

"The last thing I remember was Wade attacking me…why would my brother hurt me?" She struggled to her feet and started pounding on the steel door, "Hey, anyone, I'm trapped in here, help!"

Millie heard a key working the lock so she did her best to hide. The heavy door slowly creaked open and from the darkness emerged who she thought was her brother, dragging a person behind him.

Castiel Novak was unceremoniously dropped to the filthy cement. Millie gasped and the shifter's head snapped up, "Come on out, Millie…there is no use in hiding."

Millie crawled over to the unconscious teacher. She was relieved to find him still breathing.

"Wade I don't know why you're doing this but please stop before you dig a hole you can never escape from. If you've had some sort of breakdown…"

Millie watched as her brother's form went through a series of gruesome changes until a naked Castiel Novak stood in front of her. He tossed a blood covered cross on a gold chain to the principle, "I saved this just for you."

The principle's mind couldn't comprehend what she had witnessed, her own brother changing before her very eyes into a completely different person, a person currently lying on the floor right next to her. She gripped her brother's cross tightly as the room spun around her, Millie lost consciousness.

…..

When school let out, Sam and Alfie headed straight for Madeline's vehicle. Alfie's mom normally gave the boys a ride home from school since it was on her way home. Sam found Castiel, of all people, chatting with Madeline. It was very strange to say the least.

The shifter waved and smiled at Sam. "Hey Sam, I was just telling Madeline I'd give you a ride over to our house, Dean is making a special dinner to celebrate."

Sam gave his brother-in-law a quick hug, "So you got to keep your job?"

"I sure did, sport."

"Weird, since when does he call me "sport"?"

Sam would have liked nothing better than to hang out with Dean but that wasn't going to happen. "I can't tonight; we've got major homework and exams tomorrow. Besides, Scotty doesn't like me going anywhere on school nights."

A scowl crossed the shifters borrowed face, "Tomorrow night then, it's a Friday, you can stay over and we'll make a night of it."

Sam texted Scotty and got the ok, "Sure that will work."

Castiel gave Sam a long hug goodbye, Sam thought his brother-in-law's smiling went overboard even for a guy that just saved his job.

"Too huggy, too happy and too social, chatting up Madeline…plus he invites me over instead of Dean? Maybe he is just really; really happy…even Cas could go overboard with the rainbows and sunshine, I guess."

…

Gregori found the farmhouse easily enough just by following the teacher's memories. He approached the front door with caution but found nothing that would stop him from entering, if he had been a demon that would have been another matter. The shifter avoided the wind chime hanging right next to the door, it was made from old sterling silver spoons, forks and knives pounded flat and stung on a twisted wire coat hanger.

He entered the home with confidence, as if he had lived here all along.

Dean stepped out of a room somewhere, wearing Castiel's robe from the dirty clothes hamper. The Omega had been reveling in the scent of his Alpha ever since he arrived back home. The teen already had a chub going on and a slippery snatch just thinking about a celebratory fuck with his hot mate.

The Omega wrapped his arms around Castiel's neck and pressed his nose to the collar of the dress shirt. Dean took in the heavy, testosterone laden scent that sent him spinning every time. His sensitive nose detected an undertone if something else in the complex mix, a sour note usually left by either, stress, pain, fear or illness.

...

"Wake up," Castiel slapped the principle's face. He hated himself for enjoying it, Cas had dreamed of slapping that bitch's face for a long time, "open your eyes."

When Millie opened her eyes and she saw naked Castiel crouching over her, the woman screamed hysterically. Cas gave her another slap across the face for good measure.

"Stop screaming, it's me, Castiel."

Millie crawled to a corner to get away, "What are you?!"

"I am human, that thing pretending to be your brother," he looked down at his naked body, "and now I assume me, is what Hunters call a "shape shifter", at least according to John Winchester's journal." His eyes darted around the boiler room, "This is bad, very, very bad, we have to get out of here."

TBC