During the short walk to Dean's car, the Alpha kept his arm possessively around Castiel, his hand slipping into the boy's back pocket. Dean growled at anyone he caught looking at him Omega, and outright snarled when he caught someone staring at Castiel's bare neck. Technically the pair had half an hour before it became illegal- all claimed Omegas had to have a collar, new bonds being the exception. Then the Alpha had 45 minutes to buy his new mate the required accessory. Dean was grateful when he got Cas- as Dean had silently taken to calling the boy- in his car. The windows on his baby- a black '67 Impala- had a dark tint. No one could see in.
The drive to the nearest Omega Center wasn't long, though by the time they arrived Dean's cum was completely fried on the Omega's face. Dean led the way inside the pleasant building, hand wrapped loosely around Cas's wrist. The Alpha woman behind the reception desk offered a wide smile as the pair approached.
"Hello. Welcome to Omega Center Three." Omega Centers were like a mixture of hospital, vet's office, and apartment complexes. Omega's couldn't be treated in the same hospitals as Alphas. The Center Dean and Cas were at was one of the largest, with more than twenty secure rooms for unclaimed Omegas to safely ride out their heats, as well as it's hospital functions and small gift shop. "How can I help you today?" Dean pulled Castiel close to his side- the boy didn't look up from the ground.
"Need a collar." Dean grunted, glaring when her eyes seemed to linger just a little to long on Cas.
"We have a lovely selection in our girt shop." The woman offered. "Is he microchipped? If not, we're having a promotion this month- free collar with the purchase of a chip!" Dean looked down at Castiel as jostled him slightly.
"You 'chipped?"
"No, sir." Dean grinned at the woman, and Cas got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach- some Alphas mated with other Alphas, but kept an Omega on the side. He hoped Dean wasn't on of them.
"We'll do that then." Castiel almost started before he realized Dean was talking about the chip- not mating with the woman.
"Wonderful. I'll put you in the computer now." As prompted, Dean gave his name, number, and address. "And the Omega's name?"
"Castiel." Omegas didn't have last names unless granted one by their Alpha.
"Age?" Dean frowned.
"How old are you, Cas?" Dean didn't see the disapproving look the receptionist shot him when he didn't know his Omega's age, but Cas did. He looked up for the first time since the convention center.
"Dean is a good Alpha." he growled in his naturally gravelly voice. He didn't know what possessed him to defend the man. He had known him for less than an hour, after all. But his previous Alpha had spoken of Dean Winchester often when he held poker games. The woman sneered at Castiel.
"You would do well to mind your tongue, boy." A growl irrupted from Dean's chest.
"Back off, lady. Just let us get the chip and a collar so we can go." The woman nodded shortly and directed them to the chipping room after Cas informed Dean he was 17. They waited about three minutes before a harried looking doctor entered the room. He was very short with medium-brown hair and hazel eyes. He nodded to Dean and bared the back of the Omega's neck. Dean only suppressed his warning snarl because he knew only Betas- those unable to form a bond with either Alphas or Omegas- were aloud to treat Omegas. The doctor pressed a small white gun-type-deal to Castiel's neck and pulled the trigger. A loud beep filled the room as the chip buried itself in Cas's muscle tissue. The doctor quickly slapped a palm-sized bandage over the area, making Castiel flinch. With quick instructions on where to pay, the doctor breezed out of the room again. "That was... efficient." Dean remarked as they exited the room. The boys stopped in the gift ship to get the Omega his collar before they left. Dean chose black leather and put it on his boy then and there. He fit his fingers under to make sure it wasn't too tight and smiled, gently pulling Cas closer to him by his new collar. "Leather suits you." he murmured in the Omega's ear, causing a light shudder to shake the smaller boy's body. "You look hot." Dean buried his face in Castiel's neck, which was eagerly bared to his teeth. Dean growled and pulled suddenly away. "You smell like Michael and that doctor. You're mine." Dean hastily paid for the ship and hustled Cas back to the car. If he broke a few speeding laws and ran a few lights on the way home, who's to know?
By the time they reached Dean's apartment, the Alpha had managed to calm himself down enough that he didn't jump Cas the minute they made it through the front door.
"Come sit. You're the only Omega I've had, and I think we should talk."
"Yes, sir." Dean led the way to the living room and sat on the large couch, indicating that Cas should do the same. The Omega sat with both feet on the ground, his back straight.
"Relax, dude. You can get comfy." Cas hesitated, then crossed his legs Indian-style and swung so he faced Dean, sinking into the cushions slightly as he did so.
"Thank you." Castiel's eyes were trained on the black leather of the couch.
"That's actually one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. You can pretty much do what you want. I... I want you to be comfortable here." Dean was obviously feeling awkward, but made himself continue. "You can lounge on the couch, you can get food if you're hungry... you can look at me." There was a few beats of silence before Castiel's eyes rose and he really looked at his Alpha for the first time. Shockingly green eyes looked steadily back at him, and he instinctively looked away at the unwavering gaze. "In fact, I'd prefer if you didn't stare at the ground all the time." Slowly, Cas raised his eyes again, this time refusing to look into his Alpha's eyes. He took in the spiky brown-blonde hair that looked slightly disheveled-probably from his fight with Michael. He trailed his gaze over clean-shaven cheeks that were covered in freckles, except for an area covered by a large bruise- again, from his fight. Cas's hand twitched forward, wanting nothing more than to touch, but he stopped himself. Dean chuckled and took Cas's hand, placing it on his cheek. "You can touch, if you want. I like being touched. You never have to ask for that. If you don't want to touch me when I'm not touching you," Dean shrugged. "that's fine too." The Alpha released the Omega's hand, and immediately it skated gently across his nose to the other cheek, lightly brushing the bruise.
"I'm sorry you're hurt." Cas carded his fingers through Dean's hair, not realizing he had moved closer until Dean purred- and he felt the vibrations in his own chest. Dean pushed Castiel until he was flat on the couch, the Alpha hovering over him.
"Mine." he murmured before pressing his lips to the Omega's. Almost immediately both men were hard, ready to complete their bond. Cas willingly opened his mouth to Dean and it was filled with Dean tongue- not with much finesse, it's true, but that's not what either wanted at the moment. Both of their hormones were screaming, Castiel to submit, to be taken and claimed, Dean's to dominate, claim and breed. Dean moaned as the smell of Castiel's slick reached his nose. "Fuck." he gasped, pulling away. "Bed. Now." Dean demanded as he stood, pulling Cas to his feet as well. Dean hastily led the way to the bedroom, ridding Castiel of his clothes as they went. By the time the pair made it to the bedroom, the Omega was completely naked, excepting his collar. Dean picked him up and pressed him into the nearest wall. Cas mewled and bared his throat as he wrapped his legs around his Alpha's waist. "Can't go slow, Cas. Virgin?" Despite Dean's gasps, Cas knew what the man asked.
"N-no." he stuttered out as Dean thrust their hips together. The Alpha growled and bit Castiel's neck harshly.
"Mine. Mine, Say it." Cas, arms wrapped around Dean's neck, growled lously.
"Yours, yours, I'm yours."
A/N Hey, guys. I hope you're enjoying it so far. I don't know how regular updates are gonna be. I'm having a little trouble balancing how submissive and dependent I want Cas to be with him still being his own person. Okay... yeah...