Drowning In Moderation

Castiel is a fuming, confused and horny mess.

It was just last night that Castiel had the fight with Russell Willis. Dean's Ex.

How dare that sordid alpha put his beautiful omega in danger like that!? What the hell had he been thinking? And to have thought he could talk to Dean in such a way- the bastard!

Although Castiel would have loved to have hurt the alpha more than he already had last night, he had been more concerned with his omega's welfare.

Against all his inner alpha's protests he'd left Dean shortly after the fight with Russell. He needed to get away from Dean's heat scent. He could never think clearly whenever he's around it anyway. Even back in his high school days.

Thinking back to last night only makes Castiel more ashamed of his actions. He'd gone over to Dean's apartment with the intention of helping Dean though his breakup as a friend. He was supposed to support him and listen.

Instead, Castiel couldn't help feeling like he'd taken advantage of Dean's situation for his own pleasures.

He'd even jumped into Dean's personal affairs with that wretched alpha, Russell. He shouldn't have been there to listen to Dean's breakup speech. He went as far as physically defending Dean even though Dean's the strongest person he's has ever met!

He should have left before things had even gotten started.

And yet his inner alpha prevents him from fully taking on anymore shame in his actions than he definitely deserves. That part of him is satisfied with how the events of last night transpired.

To Castiel's inner alpha he had not only gotten intimate with his mate, but protected him even if his more rational side doesn't think he could face his mate again so soon after what they'd done together.

Well, Dean still isn't exactly his...and they weren't exactly mates. Not yet anyway. Pushing all else aside, the point is: Cas is conflicted. The only real positive thing to come out of last nights situation is that Dean is finally single again and well, Cas couldn't be happier.

Except...he actually could.

He could get so fucking happy that it'd show in his pants!

What they had been doing up until Russell's rude interruption had only taken place in Castiel's wildest of dreams! Despite all of the shame he knows he should be dwelling in; all the omega's confessions from last night has been on repeat in his head all night long:

"I've always known who my alpha was..."

"I've always loved the way you smell Cas...gets me so fucking wet..."

"Scent me Cas..."

God Dammit!

Dean just has no idea what those seemingly minor confessions had done to him. Only the sweetest of tortures! Thus aiding in Castiel's confliction. Because going by what happened between them last night-isn't it safe to assume that Dean understands and to some degree feels the same as he does? Because why would Dean have done something like that if he hadn't?

Even though the thought of Dean feeling the same has majority of him rejoicing, part of him can't help but remain hesitant. Because the truth is: Castiel can't be sure of anything that happened last night or why. Russell's interruption hadn't given them enough time to actually talk about any of it yet.

Castiel had thought about staying to ask what had gone on between them and what it had meant, but Dean was at the early stages of his heat cycle. He had also been unsettled by that deranged alpha bursting into his apartment-his omega's nesting place! A place that's supposed to be secure and safe.

Knowing this, Dean wouldn't have been in his right mind to answer any type of questions Castiel has involving 'them,' nor would it have been fair to try and push for explanations. It was because of that perspective, that he left his omega alone last night (against all his inner alpha's protesting).

There was also the other reason. The unspeakable one. The more negative interpretations of what happened the previous night that he couldn't quite vanquish from surfacing in his head.

The simple possibility that everything Dean had done to Castiel last night was specifically because he had been in heat (albeit early stages but the argument is still justly).

What if it had all happened simply because Dean was just horny?

Castiel didn't want to place their shared actions of last night so bluntly. It takes away from his innocent optimism as well as the relief against years of feared unrequited love.

However, the thought threateningly remained: what if Dean hadn't meant any of it?

Castiel bites his lip and beckons the thought away immediately. He doesn't like to think that Dean would come onto him and not mean it. They'd been friends for as long as he could remember. His own feelings had developed into more than just friendship and fondness.

His had developed into affection, obsession, romanticism and eventually into sexually frustrated desire as they matured. Couldn't he just allow himself to think more optimistically towards Dean's feelings as well? Even if it is recklessly naive and dangerous to leave his heart out in the open, unguarded? Or is it really as cut and dry as reality would seem. That he's just 'telling himself what he wants to believe.'

Ok so maybe, he's only a little emotionally stumped by all these unanswered questions and doubt swirling around in his head (understatement of the century).

When he'd finally made it back home to his own apartment after last night's events he'd ended up having to jerk off because:

1. It had been very uncomfortable leaving Dean's student apartments with a raging hard on still at full length in his pants.

and

2. Because he was still heated thinking about all they had done still fresh in his mind.

Those navy boxers fitting Dean's narrow waist and showing off his toned muscles and slender sculpted thighs as he had pranced around with himself on full display. Castiel at the time had a right mind to cover him up himself, but his inner alpha had been a tad bit too greedy and just a little bit too ready to soak up all that there was to see of his omega.

Of course he's seen it all before growing up with the omega (and having been with a few others before) but nothing compares to seeing said omega in all his grown, mature, mouthwatering, flawless glory!

When Dean had pushed him back further into the couch and first slid on top of him, Castiel almost had a damn heart attack!

Even now, he can still remember the softness of Dean's skin. How hot Dean was, and how loose his body seemed-as if he was liquefying within Castiel's presence and under his touches (no pun intended). Castiel remembers the intense horny expression revealed in those lively green eyes. He'll never forget the adorable way Dean bites his bottom lip with unquenchable desire.

During their heated exchange Castiel couldn't help but note the way Dean's scent flares when he's aroused. Their scents had fused seamlessly together. They had both come undone by the underlying heaviness of their undeniably shared passion.

His inner alpha was inebriated on Dean's scent alone. The cherries and the apple pie wafting into his nose making him shudder and salivate. He couldn't stop inhaling from the moment Dean had opened that damn door!

And the kisses! Jesus Christ the things that omega can do with his tongue! Castiel shivers as he briefly thinks of Dean's tongue wrapped around something else…

Castiel bites his lip as the renowned feeling of arousal stirs in his loins. Fuck. Not again. But he can't help getting excited recounting the greatest moment of his life!

He remembers Dean perched in his lap with his head tilted sideways to get

the best access into his mouth. It might have been their first kisses with each other but their tongues slid together as if they've kissed millions of times before. Licking, nipping, and pulling at each others lips until they were swollen and red.

Holy shit-Castiel had only been seconds away from the best orgasm of his life. From a fucking hand job-no less! And he had Russell to thank for not getting it!

Suddenly irritated at the thought of the other alpha, Castiel rips his covers off his bed and swings his legs over the mattress to get ready for his morning classes. He has micro-econ first. Luckily, he'd finished that paper in the library before Gabe had baited him into dropping off sex toys for Dean's heat (he still needed to scold him for that).

But the thought of Dean using said toys floats around in his head and he glances down at his pajama pants to find them soiled with his arousal. Some of it is new while some is starting to crust into the fabric. Not only is there ejaculation, but his dick is already tenting once more in his pants since he's woken up!

Great.

He hasn't had a fucking wet dream since high school, but leave it up to Dean to be the reason why. Because that omega is always the reason.

Castiel peeks out his room looking for any signs of his brother in their shared apartment. When he doesn't hear anything, he moves to the room across from him to crack open the door.

Empty.

Castiel sighs in relief at Gab's absence. He usually is anyway but it doesn't hurt to make sure. Especially since this morning Castiel would have to jerk off in the bathroom to get Dean out of his head before he went into class thinking about the omega the entire time. He is in heat right now after all and Castiel secretly can't wait until he meets up with Dean again. Dean's post-heat smell has a certain allure to it that his alpha just can't resist.

It's...sweeter...somehow and more primal. Raw, even.

If that even makes sense, but just thinking about it has Castiel shuddering and his scent starting to flare out.

Jesus Christ! He needs that shower. ASAP!

Castiel quickly sprints to the bathroom, stripping the moment he closes the door. He gets the water ready for a cold shower since his body seems to be taking matters into its own hands today.

He can feel himself heating up like he's one second away from breaking out into a fever. The titillating feeling since leaving Dean's apartment last night and waking up this morning has only gotten stronger with all his dirty thoughts.

The real mystery is the reason behind the responsiveness of his body today, but he has no time to think about that now. He'll end up late for class trying to get his freakin' life together!

He steps inside the shower sighing in relief as he allows the freezing droplets to cascade down his body. He begins washing his bedhead and his body first before taking hold of his erection. He's not even shocked to see that his alpha knot has already started to respond from his earlier reveries of he and Dean's 'activities' last night.

He allows himself long, slow strokes first. Imagining Dean's turned on face and his spoken words in that wanton voice he used all last night and in Castiel's fantasies.

Narrowed eyelids with glinting green eyes, flaring nostrils, puffy and swollen red lips clipped between those blunt pearly white canines…

"Damn Cas. You're slingin'..."

"Yes Cas...Just like that…"

His strokes picking up faster and faster as he recounts Dean's voice in his head. His wrist flicking just at the base as he uses his other hand to grab at his throbbing knot and drawn up testicles. He spreads his feet wider as he feels the unbearable heat forming and coiling low in his gut. His panting only getting more desperate.

"More Cas...Please don't stop.."

Castiel's head hits the tiled bathroom wall as a harsh grunt emits from his underused throat. The water might have been ice cold but his body's resisting to adapt. Instead he can feel himself heating up to a boiling temperature, but it doesn't stop him. His teeth clenched together hard. The arousal coursing through his body faster and faster. Fuck- he's gonna cum!

He flings his head back, mouth agape as he continues to piston his hips into his insufficient palm. He imagines it's Dean's smaller smooth hand instead of his giant calloused one and suddenly he has to cum.

"Ughh!"

Castiel grits his teeth as the images change from last night to his fantasies of what Dean looks like when he cums: Messy dirty blond hair, hands digging into him for leverage, flushed cheeks, eyes rolled back, 'Castiel' falling from those swollen lips...

"Oh God-"

Is all Castiel has time for when his orgasm surges through him. It's so good it nearly hurts. He reaches out to brace his quivering hand against the cold tile as his legs tremble like a newborn fawn. Long white ropes painting the porcelain bathroom walls before being washed away. He slouches until he collapses against the tub basking at the euphoric feeling of weightlessness as he watches his spend disappear down the drain.

After giving himself a few moments to collect himself, he forces himself to get out the tub before he turns into a prune and ends up late for class. He completely ignores the unsatisfied feeling low in his gut and the heat still radiating off his body. Or the fact that he still feels like he's breaking out into a sweat even after a cold shower.

Even though he'd left his apartment at a good time he was still one of the last students to pile into the auditorium-styled classroom. Jo, his childhood friend from Lawrence High School, waves at him from her position at the far right of the classroom. Next to her is an empty chair with his name on it.

He shuffles over to the spot and smiles at his friend.

"Hey Cas. For a second I thought you were gonna skip class today," Jo starts, smirking at Castiel as he settles down into the chair beside her. "You're not usually late."

Castiel tries to be nonchalant. He gives a small forced smile and quickly tries to think of a plausible excuse. Jo is quite perceptive after-all.

"Um yeah. Completely overslept studying for the test next week." He says instead shrugging casually and tries not to blush when he thinks of the real reason he'd been so late.

Jo thankfully drops the subject and their teacher eventually gets into the lesson. Castiel dutifully takes notes of the lecture. He tries to focus on the curriculum being taught in class, but as time gradually carries on Castiel starts to feel even more hot then he had this morning.

At first he ignores it until he starts to break out into a small sweat. Then it starts coming in and out like a heat flash. When his breath starts to labor and he starts to get restless in his seat; Jo starts glancing over at him with slight concern and mild confusion.

He'd try to smile at her as a way of reassurance, but eventually it was becoming clear he was forcing the smiles. It isn't until a hard on starts to produce in his jeans that he figures out what's wrong with him. Jo must realize something's off, along with a few other peers, because he's starting to draw looks from others around him.

"Cas what's up? You're acting weird." Jo whispers, leaning into him as she eyes the people who are glancing their way.

"I think I'm-"

He's cut off by his own growl of frustration. He feels anxious and irritable all of a sudden. He can feel the adrenaline from his alpha hormones rising in his body-but just knowing doesn't help. Jo's eyes bug out of her head at the sound of the growling. By now she must be able to scent him. He isn't in control enough to reel it back in.

"Cas? Are you going into rut!?"

Castiel can't answer. All he knows is that he has to get out of class. It's almost over now but he won't make it. He has to get out of this class before he goes into his rut's full stage. He abruptly stands up only to realize he stands too fast. A sudden wave of nausea and lightheaded-ness comes over him making him dizzy. The entire class seems to stop and stare now, and before he can say anything he feels himself fall straight to the ground.

"Oh my gosh, Cas!" Jo's high pitched omega voice screams with worry as she gets onto the floor, hovering over him.

Vaguely he hears Jo talking to him anxiously but everything is muffled coupled with his vision slowly whiting out. He's suddenly too sluggish to move but he tries pushing out a few words. Jo's puny hands are digging harshly into his arms as she shakes him to keep his eyes open. The smell of distressed omega hitting his nose.

"Cas, stay with me" she says.

"Gabe...call...Gabe."

That's all he can muster up to say before everything goes black.

Castiel wakes up to a start. His last memories being of the classroom from earlier. Yet when looks around he's in his bedroom back at his apartment. Its nearly too dark to see anything but the afternoon sunlight fights through the darkness illuminating just enough to see the room with adjusting eyesight.

The sheets are rumpled and sticky from his sweat and what looks like old jizz. How had he been so hot and was still able to fall asleep? His throat feels too hoarse to talk and his head still feels groggy. Thankfully, the faint feeling of nausea is gone. The dizziness is still lingering though. He allows his body to fall back onto the mattress running a hand through his no doubt wild strands of hair.

Rut.

That's what this is. He's annoying familiar with all his current symptoms. The only difference is how progressive it's gotten in such a short amount of time.

In fact everything about this rut is completely off...

His rut wasn't supposed to be due for a whole other month!

How is this even possible right now?

Before he can really delve too deep into his own thoughts, a knock comes at his door before it's opened.

"Hey Cassie," whispers Gabriel, his older brother.

His short smaller frame squeezes into the room smoothly. His eyes trained on him with his hands in a surrendering motion. That's when realizes he's growling at him. His own brother.

"I know I'm invading you space little brother, but you're gonna have to put up with it since I dragged your ass all the way back here."

Castiel frowns at his display of aggression and forces himself to settle down. He hadn't gotten the chance to wonder how he'd managed to get back to his room, but he knows one thing for sure; he'll have to call Jo later and thank her. She's probably still worried anyway.

Gabriel sets a tray of food in front of him and takes a seat of the bed.

"I'm surprised you woke up."

He mutters watching Castiel eat the ham sandwich he made him.

"Why? How long was I out?"

"Well, you woke up a few times. You've been in and out," Gabriel says studying Cas's face as he slowly eats the food. "Every time you've been awake you weren't really yourself though."

Castiel frowns after a gulp of the last bite of his sandwich. He'd been scarfing it down, not realizing how starving he actually was. However, Gabriel's statement leaves the food sliding slowly down his throat as he processes what Gabe means with worried curiosity.

"...What do you mean?"

"Lets just say the 'alpha' in you was pretty awake." A playful smirk forming on Gabe's youthful baby face.

"Oh God...What'd I do?" Castiel asks glancing down in shame.

"You mean besides snarling, throwing fits, and trashing your room?" Gabriel inquires with a raised eyebrow.

Castiel glances around to see the details he had missed when he'd first woken up. Indeed, his room is trashed. Bed sheets hanging off the bed, papers and books all over the floor, and clothes everywhere and in giant piles.

"You were mostly moaning like this," Gabriel continues before imitating his best impression of Castiel's voice with a mocking face "Dean. Oh God Dea-"

Castiel immediately silences his brother with a pillow perfectly aimed at his face.

"Geez Gabe. Shut up!"

Castiel mutters with his face completely flushed as he tries not to look at his older brother. Or take his normal teasing to heart. His alpha brother dubs over laughing at Castiel's embarrassment.

Castiel growls and folds his arms over his chest defensively. His cheeks still burning a bright red. He's used to this type of teasing. He grew up with four other brothers. All alphas and all with their own sense of humor when it comes to teasing him. Out of all his siblings Castiel is definitely the most reserved, modest, and borderline shy.

"You gave me sex toys for Dean yesterday, assbutt!" Castiel growls, finally remembering he still needed to scold his brother.

Gabriel takes a moment to remember before chuckling. His face lighting up at his usual pranks.

"Is that a bad thing? Wait, don't tell me Dean didn't appreciate them?"

"That's not the point, Gabe." Castiel admonishes, "I looked like a pervert!"

"I don't see how," Gabriel deadpans, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. "I mean, why wouldn't Dean like his big strong alpha taking care of him?"

"Stop being sexist!" Castiel growls, rolling his eyes and blushing at Gabriel's casually thrown in words.

Gabriel sits up and pats his baby brothers shoulder.

"I called mom by the way."

Castiel's scent instantly sours. His scowl doesn't escape Gabe's notice who gives an empathetic frown. Gabriel knows Castiel never really got along with their parents. Their mother was always away from home willingly working the graveyard shifts at the local clinic. She has never been satisfied or remotely interested in anything that had to do with Castiel. The only exception being when he presented as in alpha back in high school.

"What'd you tell her?" Castiel demands, fists tightening slowly around the bunched up bed sheets.

"Geez Cassie, don't bite my head off," Gabriel says "I just told her about your symptoms," he finishes while gesturing towards Castiel's naked body which is currently covered by the ruined sheets.

"You've never reacted this badly to your ruts before. And never this fast either," He mutters the last part tailing off at the end.

"I know I can't figure it out. This one is early, Gabe. It's not supposed to come for at least another month."

Gabriel only shakes his head.

"I don't know, little bro. But mom might have some answers."

"I don't want to talk to her," Castiel mutters stubbornly staring sternly at his older brother like a child who just received something they didn't want for Christmas.

"I think it's in your best interest to do so. Whatever you've got going on is gonna last your entire rut, Cassie. That's nearly an entire week. This wave is literally just the beginning," Gabriel says gesturing towards Castiel's sluggishly placed body and his ruined bedroom.

"Do you really think you can handle not knowing what's going on with you when your rut has already progressed this far at the beginning?"

Castiel slouches in disappointment. He can't deny that what Gabriel is telling him to do makes sense. If there's one thing Castiel doesn't like: It's the unknown. If he at least knows what's going on he can deal with it, but not knowing anything is always worse.

He just really didn't want to have to converse with his mom about his ruts! I mean he's a gown fucking adult! He'd like to believe he can take care of himself-thank you very much! And who even openly-let alone willingly-talks to their parents about their sex life or private matters like these!?

"If it helps I already mentioned the itching, nausea, the fainting, the excessive aggression etc." Gabriel lists off while counting each finger.

Castiel had been out like a light. His memories are still fuzzy. No substantial memories have come back to him yet, excluding the classroom scene with Jo.

Castiel sighs again.

"Alright fine I'll call her."

Gabriel gives a soft sigh that looks like relief. He knows it's because he always worries about him, even when he's not there. Gabriel never hovers unless he wants something, or is purposefully being obnoxious, but Castiel wouldn't change a thing about him. Out of all his brothers Gabriel will always be his favorite-by far.

"Good. She was about to take care of a client," Gabriel says passively dismissing the subject with a wandering hand. "Some omega that'd gotten into a really bad heat. But she did mention something about withdrawal symptoms…"

Castiel frowns. He's not a junkie. Gabriel shrugs his shoulders before walking towards the door.

"I'm heading out soon, so be good. I'll be back when it's all over. No trashing the place or bringing any randoms over!"

Castiel smiles and rolls his eyes as he watches his brother collect the tray he'd handed him for the sandwich. He already knows Castiel isn't that type of alpha to bring home random flings for the night.

"I'd call mom now if I were you. Judging by your scent starting to flare up again you're about to go through another wave."

Gabriel waves Castiel's growing musky scent away from his nose before saluting and closing the door leaving Castiel alone again. He doesn't blame his brother for not wanting to be around. Alpha ruts can get pretty intense. Even more so alone. Castiel can say that from experience.

His only savior is one of Dean's old high school football practice shirts that he used to wear religiously. He used to call it his 'good luck charm'. When they were leaving for college and Dean started donating the stuff he didn't want anymore. Castiel had stolen the item and has kept it ever since. He keeps it in a box hidden in his closet so the smell stays intact. All throughout his ruts he'd think of sweaty skin and vibrant green eyes from back in high school.

God Dean is just too gorgeous. Everything about his omega is such a turn on. From his beautiful Adonis body to that firecracker personality. He really can't fault other alphas for trying to court Dean. Even if all of them would never be worthy, in his opinion.

Castiel turns to his lamppost and reaches for his phone. He nearly forgot he promised Gabe he'd call their mother.

He mentally groans as he hovers over his mother's saved contact before dialing.

"Castiel," His mother's dry voice picks up on the second ring. As usual. Always precise.

"Mother."

He greats just as dryly. His eyes already narrowing in annoyance. His tone clipped.

"How is your rut going?" His mother asks in her usual strategically calm voice.

"It's...terrible," Castiel grits out shifting uncomfortably on his bed. "But you already knew that."

"Yes. I'm afraid I do already know that," She agrees nonchalantly.

"Well?"

Castiel insists folding his arms over his chest. He's waiting for it. The storm. The usual. His mother always gives him the 'I'm disappointed in you' speech. Because that's what she always does on the rare occasions that he calls her. It could be about anything and she'd still manage to have that talk with him.

"Well what, pup?"

"Aren't you going to tell me how to stop it?" Castiel insists.

He can't help the irritation that's slowly seeping into his tone. His mother always has to be so dry and difficult. Why cant she just be nice and warm like Mary Winchester? Dean's household was always filled with warmth and love. Something Castiel can't say he'd ever gotten from his family. It's something he finds he wants to have some day with Dean. Even if only in his fantasies.

"Ok. It's unstoppable, Castiel."

"Why?" Castiel is grating his teeth together now.

"Because you scent imprinted on that Winchester boy."

So that's what this is? Scent imprinting?

Castiel frowns instantly for two reasons. Of course he would have never guessed the most obvious cause to these symptoms, and also because his mother has always been disrespectful towards Dean.

It's true that both Castiel's mother Naomi and Dean's mother Mary were friends back in their college days. However Naomi had been in love with Mary. To Naomi their friendship had been more than friendship. It had turned into unrequited love.

When fate had brought them into the same neighborhood years later where Castiel had meet the love of his life, Dean, Naomi ended up spending most of her time away from home or anywhere near their neighborhood as much as possible. She buried herself in work and forgot all about her kids. That's why all his older brothers turned out so reckless-especially Lucifer.

Castiel never told Dean the story about their parents. He'd only known about it because their family had gone to one too many therapy sessions. He'd been around middle school age when his parents had still tried working stuff out through marriage counseling, so he'd heard one too many stories from eavesdropping in the waiting room.

Needless to say, Naomi doesn't favor Dean or his younger brother Sammy, but the worst offender being of course Dean's father John Winchester.

"Mother I-"

"I know already, Castiel. You don't have to go into a rant about the boy again."

Naomi mutters. Castiel growls. He could just see her rolling her eyes through the phone. He can feel the anger surging through his body. It doesn't help that he's doped up on extra testosterone trying to have a decent conversation with his mother.

"Then stop being disrespectful when you know how I feel about him!"

His mother sighs and there's a long awkward pause on the phone but Castiel can't help but get worked up. If he ever managed to get with Dean the way he wanted to, he'd never bring him or any of their pups around his family-except Gabe. It'd be an entire shit-show and he'd just be so ashamed at how long his mother has been bitter.

After finding out about his mother's past Castiel promised himself even if he never ended up with Dean, he'd never neglect his children (if he ever had any) and that he'd never hold a grudge at Dean for never realizing his true feelings.

"Fine, Castiel. Alphas shouldn't be so emotional," Naomi says. He can just see her shaking her head in disappointment. "Dean is going through similar symptoms. You should find him soon before the imprinting gets worse."

'How would she know?' Instantly flashes through his head, but he drops it instantly because he hasn't known a time when his mother didn't know everything about anything.

Castiel frowns at the news. He caused this. Somewhere out there Dean is probably in a whole panic trying to find him. On top of that Dean has already been in heat since last night before the imprinting even happened.

If he had passed out today, Dean could be worse!

Suddenly he couldn't think straight. He cant breath. He's freaking out, because-Dean! His omega could be in danger.

"Castiel calm down. Stop hyperventilating," His mother growls, "Just call him before you do anything else. I'll do an examination on you after it's over. Make sure you come to the clinic-and I'm not asking."

Castiel doesn't even respond. He just hangs up the phone. Call!? Is she serious right now? For all he knows Dean could be passed out somewhere. Hopefully in his apartment. Castiel shucks the covers off his body and springs out the bed; nearly falling over in his haste. His heart nearly beating out his chest with the need to hurry. His mind only on one thing. Dean.

He's frantically searching his room for clothes when his phone rings again.

Dean's name pops up on the caller ID this time. Castiel practically lunges for his phone to answer.

"D-Dean?"

"Cas, are you okay?"

Oh Dean. His beautiful sweet omega. Always so worried about everyone else's welfare before his own. Castiel sighs in only a small amount of relief because going by Dean's voice he sounds mostly alright. Shit, at least he wasn't passed out somewhere like he'd originally thought.

"No," Castiel answers honestly, because now that he's calmed down from his panic attack, listening to Dean's voice is slowly starting to reboot his rut induced body.

"Where are you?"

"My apartment."

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

Castiel's mouth drops open in surprise, and his cock practically jumps at the news. As much as he wants Dean; he's in rut now. The heat is slowly returning to his body, his inner alpha slowly awakening the longer he listens to Dean.

"What! Dean you can't come over here!"

"Why the hell not!?"

Castiel shudders. The sound of answering to his demanding omega jolts his body from its previous sluggishness. Dear God, he's always loved an slightly angry, pouting, controlling, possessive, or demanding Dean. That side of him is so just too sexy. He can just see that notorious spark that lights up in those green eyes though the phone!

Quickly he looks around his trashed room to the small tent slowly growing in his pants desperately trying to find a reason for Dean not to come over despite his inner awakening alpha's protests. In his head, he could tick off a few reasons, but right now the most important one is coming slowly in a wave. Gabriel hadn't been lying when he mentioned he's close to entering into another stage before he left. If Dean is coming over, he'll walk right into it. Dean's heat scent will most definitely propel him even further into his rut.

"Aren't you still in heat?"

Castiel says weakly. Best to make Dean remember his own problems before trying to help other people.

"Yea, and that's why I have to come over Cas."

"Dean, I don't understand," Cas says frowning, because Dean's sudden persistence makes no sense to him. "You can't-"

"I'm coming!"

The omega growls before hanging up the phone.

His inner alpha practically howls in triumph. Once again he's conflicted. Dean is so stubborn! His omega's already made up his mind to come over, and Castiel hadn't done enough to deter him. He can barely stand this rut and now the universe decided it's just gonna throw in a heat induced Dean into the mix, because why the hell not!?

And what about the talk they desperately need to have. Not just talk about the scent imprinting, but the whole topic of 'them.' If Dean comes over they definitely won't have any time for talking. They hadn't even gotten the chance to talk about it after Russell, and Castiel hadn't expected to go into rut at all either. He had originally planned on talking to Dean about their intimate session of last night later-after Dean's heat blew over, but now? He just isn't mentally/emotionally ready for this! No matter how badly he wants this...

Everything is happening too fast!

Castiel sits back down on the bed and begins to scratch at his skin. The clothing he'd managed to put on is suddenly becoming itchy. He takes everything back off and climbs back into bed, throwing the giant blanket on top to wrap himself inside. He used to do this when he was little and felt out of control. A habit he's still hasn't grown out of.

He can smell himself descending further into his second rut stage. His knot is slowly starting to fill up as his anticipation for Dean to come bursting through the door. He's starting to pant and his body heat is quickly spiraling out of control being enclosed in dirty musty sheets.

He needs a shower, but he can't bring himself to get back up. His body begins to tremble with all the pent up energy from the adrenaline coursing through his body. He knows the next phase. It's only a matter of time before mindless grouping and countless orgasms. Quickly, he reaches for Dean's football jersey and buries his face into it. He can't will away his rut but he can ease himself into it.

Images of Dean come back to him and it's like a repeat of last night all over again. He's grunting and growling, his body shuddering as he trails a hand down to his erection. He takes hold of the thick appendage and with the other hand he grabs onto his knot, kneading both to slow building orgasm.

Fuck.

He needs more.

More!More!More!

His alpha brain slowly beginning to take over. He needs to cum. He needs to breed. He needs Dean.

Where the hell is his mate?

A few minutes of transcending further into mindlessness until he smells it. The delicious distinctive scent of apple pie, and leather. Castiel shoots up from his bed growling. Energy surging. His mouth already starting to salivate. His inner alpha humming and moaning in approval.

Mate.

He's here.

Castiel practically races to his apartment door. The delectable smell filling his nostrils; getting stronger by the second.

Home. Mate Breed, NOW.

He's growling, his palms sweating, he's twitching with anticipation to get his hands on his omega.

A weak knock is heard at his apartment door followed by a weak, "Cas?...Alpha?"

Castiel practically flings open the door, gulping instantly, because

...Jesus Christ...