Castiel showered quickly- really he only got wet and rinsed off- and towel-dried his hair before going to find Dean, towel now around his waist and the bandage from his neck in the trash. When he found the Alpha he was sprawled lazily on the couch, watching some Spanish soap opera.

"Daytime TV sucks." he mentioned to the Omega. Cas chose not to mention that Dean hadn't seemed to blink, let alone look away from the drama unfolding on-screen. Cas sat tentatively on the couch, remembering that Dean had said it was allowed. When the show went to commercial, the Alpha looked at him with a smile. "Good boy." he murmured. "Let's get you dressed. Then I'm gonna take a shower and we'll get you some new clothes tomorrow." Cas nodded.

"Thank you, sir." Dean stood and led the way back to the bedroom. Since it was getting dark outside he tossed Castiel a pair of sweat pants and a very large t-shirt. He watched as Cas dropped the towel and got dressed. The shirt fell to Cas's knees.

"I, uh, don't have any pants without a hole, and Sam is coming over." Dean explained, blushing slightly. His tail- a smooth, tanned appendage with a rounded point at the tip- swished back and forth behind him, emphasizing his point.

"Thank you, sir." Dean nodded, smiled, and left the room for his shower. As soon as he was out of sight, Cas lifted the shirt to his nose, inhaling the scent of his Alpha with a grin. He wandered out to the living room and sat on the ouch. He crossed his legs and watched the TV that Dean had left on. Once Dean had been in the shower for about ten minutes, there was a loud knock at the front door and the water turned off.

"Go let Sammy in, would ya' Cas?" Dean called as he hurried to his room to get dressed. The Omega scrambled to his feet and rushed to the door. He quickly unlocked it and opened the door. His eyes flicked up to the man's face then down to his shoes when he recognized his as an Alpha (tail, hello). He stepped out of the way, allowing the large man in.

"Dean? Where are you? When did you get an Omega?" Castiel closed and re-locked the door as the man entered the apartment. Dean came from the bedroom in his own t-shirt and sweatpants, his tail swishing happily behind him.

"Hey, Sammy." he greeted with as grin as he led the way to the living room.

"Dude, when did you get an Omega?" he younger man demanded for a second time. Cas followed the brothers silently.

"Earlier today, actually." Dean plopped onto the ouch and Sam sat on the other side. When Dean saw Cas hovering uncertainly in the doorway, he beckoned him in. "Come sit. This is my little brother, Sammy. Sam, this is my Omega, Castiel." Cas sat on the floor by Dean's feet and purred slightly when his Alpha began carding his fingers through his hair.

"Dean, you know an Omega's a big responsibility. Do you think you can handle something like that?" Dean scoffed.

"I got this."

"How old is he, anyway?"

"17."

"Dean! You're 26. If you're gonna get an Omega at least get one your own age. Why would you claim him? Where did you even get him from?" At this, Dean hesitated. "Oh my God, you fought for him. That's why you've got the damn sunrise on your face." Sam gestured to his brother's cheek. "Who was it?" Dean looked defiantly into his brothers eyes. The younger brother tried to stare him down. After a few tense moments, Sam looked away- his brother was still dominant over him.

"I fought Michael." Dean admitted once him brother averted his gaze. Sam looked up, prepared to berate his big brother for his stupidity, but Dean growled. "Enough. I fought him, I won. Let it go." Even though Sam was an Alpha too, Dean was the head of the Winchester family, which meant he would always have power over Sam. Sam could of course challenge him for dominance, like Dean had their dad, but he knew he would never win. So he just sighed.

"Sorry." Once Sammy stopped back from the plate, the tension in the room dropped considerably. "He's pretty." Sam offered with a smile, further placating his brother.

"You don't even know." Dean teased with a wink. Sam grimaced.

"I really don't want to think about you with your Omega, Dean. Gross." The boys talked for the better part of a hour before they were interrupted by a loud grumble from Cas's stomach. The Omega immediately turned a bright shade of red and closed his eyes, flinching slightly away form Dean.

"I'm sorry, sir." The boy's naturally low voice surprised Sam. Most Omegas had higher-pitched voices.

"'S okay, Cas." Dean continued running his hand calmingly through the boy's hair- not that he had stopped the whole time he and Sam had been talking. "I told you you could get food if you were hungry." Cas relaxed against the couch again. "Why didn't you?" Cas opened his eyes and glanced at the Alpha before fixing his gaze back to the floor.

"Your hand." he nudged his head up into the fingers that ran through his hair. "It felt too good." Dean smiled fondly down at his Omega.

"Go eat something." he ordered. Cas stood and left the room. "And Cas?" the Omega popped his head back through the doorway, eyes on the ground. "I'll pet you some more later." Cas looked at his Alpha, who winked. He smiled in return.

"Yes, sir." he left again.

"Come on, Dean. I'm right here." Sam complained.

"What? I can't have a perfectly innocent conversation with my own Omega?"

"No. Not if you're going to be throwing innuendo left and right." Dean smiled.

"Sorry, Sammy."

"What do you think Michael's gonna do about you taking his Omega?"

"Cas is mine, not his. He wants to fight it out, I'll knock him on his ass again."

"Is the Omega worth being fired over, though?"

"Yes. Cas is mine."

"Sir?" Cas spoke from the doorway, his eyes downcast. Dean hummed in acknowledgement. "I made you a sandwich." A faint blush tinged his cheeks and he held up a plate neither Alpha had noted in his hands. "You haven't eaten either." In that moment, watching his brother's face soften as he gazed at the beautiful Omega, Sam realized that though Dean had made a very spur-of-the-moment choice, maybe it hadn't been a mistake.