Alpha! Yeti! Castiel and Omega! Human! Dean.
Please note that for any language other than English I rely on Google Translate. Based on that 'Anengel' is my best guess at the Russian word for 'angel' in English letters.
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Edited 1/15/23: Updated tags- Omegaverse. Manhandling. Fingering.
"Are you sure that'll be enough?"
Dean glanced over the supplies he'd just finished strapping to the back of his snowmobile. Honestly? He'd gotten enough for about a week, but he was a little worried he wouldn't make it up the hill. He had a dozen assorted crates and packages loaded on with ropes and bungee cords. Technically Castiel could make this run, he could get around the mountain way better than Dean ever could, but he liked to pull his own weight. Not to mention he'd go cabin crazy if he didn't get out of the caves every now and then.
"It should be enough. If it's not I'll send Cas down for a run."
The bearded man chuckled, stuffing heavily gloved hands into his pockets and shuffling backwards. He ran the local general store, and had been supplying them for the three years Dean had been with his mate. There were only eight buildings in the tiny town, half the income was from tourists who wanted to hike, ski, and snowboard. There were caves up there too, but very few used them for spelunking, and they knew which ones to avoid. Castiel wasn't the only one who'd made the remote tunnels his home.
Dean climbed back onto the snow mobile, painted black with a few reflector strips. He started her motor, throwing up a wave of snow as he swung the nose around and aimed her back up the mountain. It took half hour to get up to their cave in good weather, and it was starting to snow again.
The snowmobile wasn't Baby, but she was reliable and didn't require much work to keep running. Dean wished he could have brought the Impala to Alaska with him, but this wasn't the place for her. There weren't many roads in the state to begin with, boats planes and trains were the most common modes of transport. Besides, his front door wasn't exactly Impala accessible. It had been one of the biggest downsides of moving up here, having to stash Baby in a storage locker. He still drove her when they left the mountain, but that didn't happen as often as he'd like. It just wasn't practical. Maybe he would have given her keys to Sam, and that was a strong maybe, but his brother was in a similar position. Sam lived five caves down from him, a twenty minute walk.
Despite the heavy load and falling snow, the snowmobile got him up the mountain with no problems. He parked her inside the main cave, one with a large cavern the locals had kindly put a warning sign in front of. Every cave with one or more occupants had warnings posted about cave-ins and treacherous footing.
Dean parked against the back wall, unloading the supplies and securing a weatherproof canvas over the snowmobile. He hefted a crate containing goods better kept cold, lugging them into the tunnel concealed at the back of the cavern. It was a short, twisting route to the main cave, the ones they actually lived in, behind heavy tarps hung to keep out the chills and drafts. Between those and the space heaters, the caves were actually quite warm.
Castiel's kind had been living in these caves for generations. Not all had stayed, his people stretched from Nepal to Germany to Canada. This particular set of caves was equipped with pluming, running water, electricity, even internet. That was how Castiel made his living, he was a CPA who dealt with clients entirely online or on conference calls. The irony of this was doubled once you knew who he was.
Dean had brought in all the supplies and was putting them away when someone came through the canvas sheets. The Omega glanced up, shutting the fridge and opening a few cabinets. He made a face as his mate started to tromp passed the entry chamber, calling, "Power down, Cas. Don't drag slush everywhere, it's a bitch to clean up."
His mate paused, huffing right before he set foot in the living room area. Castiel rolled his shoulders, white fur rippling. He took a few steps back, shaking himself off like a dog. In this form the Alpha was almost ten feet tall, forced to stoop through entryways. Honestly Dean wasn't sure why he didn't go back to human form before he came inside.
Humans had a dozen different names for Castiel's people in assorted languages, but these days the most well recognized was yeti. Many still lived in Nepal, but a lot of others had moved out, spending as much time human as not. Castiel had a fondness for humans, had gone so far as to mate one, and had even done a stent away from the yeti's beloved mountains. He hadn't enjoyed it, but he had met Dean at the college they'd both attended. They compensated, leaving periodically and dusting off Baby, but even yetis who lived among humans couldn't go long without spending time in their oversized, densely furred shape.
The actual changing process took mere seconds. Dean was putting Pop Tarts in the cabinet when he was surprised by a hand starting to snake under his heavy jacket. He'd opened it when he'd come inside, but now warm fingers were trying to work their way under his layers.
"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" he protested, dancing away. "And put some pants on."
Castiel tilted his head, wandering after his retreating mate. Sadly, things like shoes and clothes didn't pop in and out of existence when he went back and forth from human to yeti. Okay, so maybe there was a reason he put off changing back to human form when he came in.
"Why? Did you get everything you needed?"
"Yeah, but what's that got to do with you not putting on pants?"
"It means you're not distracted and we have approximately four days before you start to go cabin crazy again." He paused, frowning a little when he noticed Dean had put their kitchen table between them. "What's wrong?"
Dean leveled a finger at him, trying very hard not to look down. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen many times before, but he wanted to avoid temptation. "I wanna make something first. I got stuff for a roast and I'm going to fix it for tonight. I'm good with whatever you wanna do to me, but let me do that first, alright?"
Castiel seemed to consider this, then nodded. Satisfied, Dean shucked his down jacket and fleece, tossing them over a chair and rolling up his sleeves while the Alpha wandered away. The next time Dean noticed him he'd pulled on pants and his favorite trench coat. Otherwise he ignored the yeti, chopping vegetables and getting a hunk of meat ready to put in the crockpot.
As soon as he'd put the lid down and set the timer, Castiel was on him. That time Dean didn't put up a fight, letting the Alpha pull him towards their bedroom, pushing him up against the first wall they came to and capturing his mouth. Dean grunted a protest, back arching against the cold stone. He was down to a t-shirt, the thin fabric doing little to shield him from the chill.
Castiel pulled him away, but didn't break their kiss until he was peeling the Omega's favorite Led Zeppelin shirt over his head. Dean pushed off the trench coat, letting it pool at their feet as he made quick work of the pants he'd just gotten his mate into. As soon as he was allowed up for air the human dropped to one knee, fumbling to undo his mate's pants and yank them down.
Once it was done, Castiel hauled him upright and folded him over one shoulder, ducking into their bedroom and dumping Dean onto the mattress. He yanked off the Omega's jeans, tossing them aside as the human hurriedly shucked his boxers. Castiel was over him again in a flash, devouring his mouth hungrily, a possessive growl deep in his chest. The sound sent a tremor of anticipation down Dean's spine, breath hitching as a rough hand ran up his torso. He'd never admit it, but oh gods he loved it when Castiel manhandled him like that. He had no idea why, but he did.
That didn't mean he'd go down without a fight every time. Dean reached up, hooking one hand over his mate's shoulder and slipping a leg between the Alpha's. The yeti gave a grunt as Dean flipped them, straddling his stomach and grinning down at him. Cobalt eyes blinked up at him as the Omega braced a hand over each wrist, slowly sliding lower on his torso.
At first the yeti gave no indication he was upset with this, returning the kiss Dean bent to give him, but the moment their lips parted he'd flipped them back over. He tangled a hand in short blond hair, nipping sharply at his neck. "Behave," he rumbled, a definite note of dominance and possessiveness in his voice. The fingers of his free hand ghosted down, caressing the Omega's cleft before plunging in. Dean gasped as two fingers stroked his entrance, producing a distinctive wet sound even before they pushed just inside the loosening ring of muscle.
Castiel smirked, catching the shell of his ear between his teeth. "So beautiful, writhing on just my fingers. Want more, Anengel?"
"Yes, damn it!" Dean gasped, trying to buck his hips with no success. Not only were the fingers removed but the hand previously in his hair had also disappeared, in favor of flipping him onto his stomach. Even as fingers wrapped lightly around his neck slick-coated fingers were lightly stroking his throbbing cock.
"Then be a good Omega and beg for it," the Alpha growled in his ear. "Present, show me what is mine for the taking and beg me to use you. You always beg so prettily, Anengel. Do it properly and you might not walk for a time."
Even as heat flooded Dean's face he heard a tiny, whimpering keen come from his own lips before he clamped them shut. The yeti kissed the back of his neck, lips turned up in a smile. "Beg, Anengel. My little Omega."
For a moment Dean clinched his jaw shut, fighting down a moan as fingers stroked and probed his entrance, never going in very far, taunting him. Then he gave in to his instincts, body slumping beneath his Alpha, hips rocking back into his touch. Eyes hazy he gasped, "Cas, please. Need you inside me, need you to fuck me, fuck me so damn hard Alpha, please."
Behind him the yeti growled at the words, yanking out fingers in favor of slamming home inside his Omega. Dean's hands scrabbled for perches in the sheets, face turning into the nearest pillow to muffle a moan. Instantly the pillow was yanked away, tossed aside with a disapproving growl from the yeti. Automatically the Omega whimpered, offering his neck in apology.
"You know I like to hear you," Castiel chided, lightly licking the offered flesh and suckling on his mate mark. "There's no one to hear you, Anengel. Scream as loud as you wish. Let me hear you."
Dean's eyes rolled back a bit as his mate found his prostate and proceeded to ram it with each rough thrust. He moaned with abandon, gasping when a hand slid under his chest. Rough fingers stroked and tugged at his nipples, gone a bit tender as his chest was jolted repeatedly against the sheets. His back arched, a wordless protest in his throat only to be cut off in a yelp as a hand smacked down over his bare ass.
"Going to be a good Omega? Going to cum on my cock, going to scream my name as you do?"
"Yes...yes mate," Dean managed, eyes hazy with pleasure.
"Going to take my cum inside you," the yeti growled, nipping his shoulder sharply. "Going to use you again and again, plug you up when you're full. My mate, my Omega, my Anengel."
A gasped, "Yours!" was all Dean could manage.
Then, to his dismay, Castiel stopped. He pulled out, but before Dean could protest he was flipped onto his back, one knee pushed up to his chest even as the Alpha slid inside him once more. He fumbled, grabbing Castiel's shoulders and hanging on for the ride moments before a mouth descended harshly over his own, kissing him breathless.
"Cas, Cas, oh gods yes...don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop, holy shit fuck...Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas, Cas..."
His mate's name became a mantra, voice rising a pitch as he reached the cusp of climax. With one final cry of the Alpha's name he tumbled into ecstasy, head thrown back, eyes glazed. He felt his grip on the yeti's shoulders get slick as he held on so tightly his short fingernails drew blood, something that rarely happened. When it did Castiel always preened over the wounds while the mere sight of them made Dean blush. The yeti loved it when his mate marked him in pleasure.
As promised, the Omega came with the yeti's cock buried deep inside him, hands a bit unsteady as they let go. Partly due to the orgasm, partly due to the fact he could feel the Alpha's hot seed spilling inside him. Warm lips drifted down his temple, tenderly kissing his lips. Dean responded sluggishly, still catching his breath.
"My pretty little Omega," the yeti purred, chuckling when it earned him a weak smack on the chest. He kissed Dean again, slower this time, savoring it and making the Omega's head spin. Meanwhile one hand ran through his hair in soothing motions, stroking his arm and chest.
Dean felt himself melting under his mate's ministrations, and he couldn't bring himself to care.
After a long minute Castiel pulled away enough to murmur, "Round two?"
His mate's rapid nod was cut off in a smiling kiss.
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