A/N: Warning: Lemony lemon.
Chapter 3:
Another few days passed, and Dean was soon finding it hard to fall asleep.
It wasn't because he wasn't tired, he'd wanted to sleep, until Castiel would tell him he had found a way out.
No. he found it harder to fall asleep because his Heat was getting stronger every day. He was surprised but relieved Castiel hadn't reacted to it yet.
Instead of sleep, Dean laid there, curling himself into a friggin' ball.
His Heat had given him intense dreams, that always had him waking up in cold sweat.
He would dream about the Alpha finally coming over, pulling him close, and doing things to his body that he never thought possible.
Now, he had to resist every urge in him not to cross to that other side of the cage and attempt to relieve that need.
Dean knew the boundaries, he'd be rejected in a heartbeat.
Another wave of intense emotions overcame him, and he whined out loud, trying to ignore them.
"Dean?" Castiel finally spoke up, seeming to notice his sudden state.
Dean whined again, hearing the Alpha's voice did not help things one bit. It made it worse.
Dean curled up even more, whimpering like a friggin' puppy as he fought the Heat's overwhelming effects.
"Dean." Castiel spoke again, more worried this time, and he could hear him begin to approach him.
"Stay back! I can't... I can't control it. I can't-"
Before Dean could even try to finish his warning, he felt a pair of hands forcefully begin to roll him over.
"No, Cas." Dean said, forcing himself out of the grasp.
"Dean. I can help you with this. If you just let me." Castiel said.
Dean was a little surprised at how less demanding he was, with Castiel being Alpha, denying him should have upset him by now.
"Dean." Castiel spoke again, laying a hand on his shoulder.
Dean shivered at the sudden touch, his emotions going tenth-fold by the one touch.
Then, his desire began to go somewhere else.
"Fuck!" Dean growled out loud.
"Dean. Tell me what's wrong." Castiel continued to try and reach to him.
Dean finally uncurled himself, no longer able to comfortably stay in that position.
'Damn it. No no no no.' Dean begged his body to show him a little mercy.
"Dean!" Castiel finally spoke in a demanding tone, forcefully turning the Omega to face him, "Tell me. What's wrong. I am here for you. You don't have to suffer it alone."
Dean stared at him for a second, those dark oceanic eyes wide with concern.
"I...-" He broke himself off. He couldn't possibly say this to the Alpha.
"What?" Castiel asked roughly, showing through his eyes that he could trust him.
Finally, Dean couldn't hold it back anymore. The pain was too much.
"I... I'm hard, Cas!" He finally ground out, feeling regret right as he said it.
Castiel's eyes lowered in slight confusion, as if trying to understand the Omega.
Then, it hit him.
The scent, the meaning. Everything
Another wave of hormones came over Dean, sending shocks all throughout his body, suddenly finding it harder and harder not to just... touch himself right then and there.
Apparently, Castiel was already one step ahead. He didn't hesitate.
Dean tensed as the Alpha's hands moved towards the buttons of his jeans.
"Cas... What are you doing? What are you doing?!" Dean asked in a frantic voice, his body suddenly refusing his attempt to jump away from him.
It was like he was paralyzed, and all he could do, was watch as Castiel carefully unbuttoned his pants, relieving the strain on his hardened member.
"Cas... Please, don- Ahh!" Dean was too late on his please, his voice broken off with a strangled cry as Castiel grabbed hold of him.
It was... The most intense feeling of pleasure he had ever felt, and he liked it, despite the small part of him that wanted to beg the Alpha to stop.
This wasn't right, but Dean began to not care.
"Ah! Cas! Cas!" Dean chanted his name desperately as his hips began grinding up against the hand.
"It's okay, Dean. I'm going to take care of you." Castiel soothed, before taking the moment even further.
His hand suddenly slid under his boxers, causing them to push down enough to reveal the fully erect arousal to him.
Dean cried out to the touch, his lust filling him so much that he couldn't stand it.
"Let yourself go, Dean. I want to feel you come, by my hand, my touch." Castiel said, sounding breathless, as if he was feeling the effects too.
"Cas. Please." Dean attempted one more time to come to his senses to stop him. But he knew, he was already at the point of no return.
"Shhh. Come for me Dean." Castiel whispered.
Then, as if his very body obeyed his words, Dean threw his head back as an immense, overwhelming sense of relief came over him.
His release came hard and fast. And for that split second, he didn't care that the contents of his release was flowing around the hand that never released him, until it was over.
Dean went lax against the cold floor, taking a moment to find his breath again. And his thoughts.
He forcefully perked his head up, however, when he heard the sound of tearing fabric.
A small amount of panic began flowing through his body from what had just happened.
Castiel had torn off a good portion of his own shirt, before carefully cleaning up the mess off of both of them.
He had a passive expression on his face the entire time.
It confused Dean. How was he not affected? By any of this?
"What... why..." Dean managed out lightly, but he was still breathless. And tired.
After the intense orgasm he had just witness in his life, it really took all the energy out of him.
The effects of his Heat had died down, for now. Feeling satisfied that its lust had been fulfilled.
"You should sleep, Dean. we'll talk more when you wake up." Castiel said, as he finished cleaning them up, and returned Dean's jeans to their proper position again.
Dean still stared at him, panic still wanting to take over.
Despite how relieved he felt by finally getting what his body yearned for, he still knew the consequences.
Castiel noticed his hesitation, "Dean. Sleep now." He said, lightly stroking the side of his face.
Finally, he couldn't fight the darkness anymore. The last thing he saw was deep blue captivating eyes, before sleep finally took over.
Sam and Gabriel had been getting along well.
Despite Sam's childish personality at times, as long as he could stay close to Gabriel. He was happy.
Gabriel still hated the fact that a week must have passed by now, and they still hadn't gotten out.
Only one human had made themselves present, but hidden behind a cloak.
1 week and only one meal was brought to them.
Like the good-natured Alpha he was, he had left it to Sam.
He had declined the offer a couple times, until Gabriel just upright said, "Sammy. I will shove it down your throat if I have to."
That was the end of that.
Soon, they were resting again, Sam always cuddled close to him.
"Gabriel?" Sam mumbled, half asleep.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"Do you think... We could ever... Work?" Sam asked, clearly struggling with what he wanted to say.
Gabriel stared down at him. he knew what he was talking about. He had been mentioning it a lot when he was drunk with desire.
But right now, he seemed in perfect control.
"Sam..." Gabriel paused. He had always liked the Omega. Yeah screw the rules, he liked him.
"I'm not saying this because of the Heat. I mean it. I... I like you Gabe. And more than just friends, like we used to be." Sam said, turning to face him.
An immense feeling of instinct filled Gabriel's senses. It wasn't the Heat.
Gabriel just wanted him. Really wanted him.
He held it in, however.
"Sam... I can't deny to you that I feel the same way. But... This, isn't the time or place I want us to think or start anything." Gabriel said.
Sam sighed, sitting up a little better to face the Alpha, "And... When we do get out of here?"
Gabriel stared into his beautiful doe eyes, becoming entranced by them.
"Then I'll be yours." He managed under a whisper.
Sam's eyes lowered, admiring the Alpha, feeling relieved by his words.
Then, he carefully lowered himself closer to him, hesitating for a split second, before pressing his lips against Gabriel's.
The Alpha had clearly tensed by the careful movement, and Sam was beginning to wonder if he had overstepped his boundaries.
Then, Gabriel's lips began to move against his, a hand slowly sneaking its way into his hair.
Sam deepend the kiss first, but never took it any further.
Being held and loved by his Alpha was enough for him.
Dean slowly began to rouse from sleep, feeling as if he were hungover for some reason.
He felt comfortable, however.
He could still feel the cold floors under his back, but his head was resting on something tough but comforting at the same time.
Dean finally decided to open his eyes, only to meet a pair of dark blue eyes staring down at him.
After a moment of staring at them, seeming in a daze, realization hit him.
His head was comfortably resting against Castiel's lap.
After processing this information and position, he quickly sat up, making a little distance from the Alpha.
"What the hell, Cas. What are you-" Dean trailed off as memories began to flood through him.
Castiel touching him. It was like one of his dreams he had had, but it was real.
His eyes widened in horrification of the memory, staring at Castiel again.
"Dean. Are you okay?" He asked, confusion and concern in his eyes.
"I... W-Why... W-why did you do that?" Was the only smart sentence he could manage.
"Do what, Dean?" Castiel tilted his head.
"You know..." Dean said, emphasizing the term, hoping the Alpha would just pick up.
"You needed help, Dean. I provided assistance." Castiel said.
Dean felt his cheeks grow warm, "D-don't say it like that. Just- why?"
"I am your Alpha. It's my responsibility to make sure you are well-kept." Castiel said.
Dean snapped out of whatever incoherent feelings he felt in that moment, snapping his attention directly to the Alpha, "You're... Responsibility? So you just did... That, out of dignity of being an Alpha?"
Saying the words out loud made him even more pissed.
"Dean, that's not what I m-"
"You know what, screw you Cas. I never asked for your help, yet you felt obligated to just come and jerk me off, for what? Your own enjoyment?" Dean snapped, making even more distance from him.
"D-" Castiel tried again.
"No fuck you. Don't ever touch me again. Or I will kick your ass." Dean cut him off once again, returning to his own solitary corner of the cage, as far away from the Alpha as he could manage.
He was fully prepared for Castiel to attack him any moment.
The Omega in him was telling him he severely screwed up talking to an Alpha that way.
However, minutes passed and nothing happened.
Silence fell throughout the room, and Dean began to imagine Castiel disappearing into thin air. Away from him.
Gabriel sat up slowly in the middle of the night.
Yes, he had begun to sense the day and night changes.
A sudden rush of emotion went through his body, and they came directly from his brother.
The emotions were nothing but pain and despair.
The amount of sadness he could feel from him almost made him feel that way.
"Damn." He managed out loud.
"Wha-" Sam sat up tiredly.
Gabriel chuckled weakly, "Well. I don't know what was said, but Cassie is pretty messed up by it."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, wiping the sleep from his eyes, not able to process many words.
"Me and my brother have formed a tight bond, enough to where we've been able to sense each other's emotions. Cas' right now... Damn." Gabriel repeated.
He had tried to mind link him, but he was being blocked out.
"I think... Your brother may have actually hurt his feelings. And that's saying something coming from Cas. He's never been one to show weak emotions." Gabriel explained.
Sam stared at him, surprised.
If what he said was true, didn't that put Dean in danger? Even he would know not to go too far with an Alpha.
He had tried to mind link him, but he too, was being blocked out.
What had Dean gotten himself into?