Cas woke up when Dean did, about three hours after he finally slept. It was something he had learned with his second Alpha. He didn't move, waiting to see what Dean would do.

"Can tell you're awake," The Alpha muttered as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man. "Can feel it." Castiel slowly opened his eyes. "Good morning, beautiful." Cas offered a shy smile as his eyes drank in his Alpha's sleep-mussed hair and the crinkles on his face from where the sheets pressed into him all night.

"Good morning, sir." Dean stroked the side of the Omega's face gently.

"Ok, so, technically I'm on vacation right now, so I don't have to go back to work for a few more days. I was thinking we could-" Dean broke off and smiled when as began to tentatively caress the arm that lay across his chest. "Good boy." he murmured to the younger. "Good boy. Anyway, I was thinking we could hang around the house for a bit, then go get you some clothes. Sound good?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great." Dean kissed the Omega thoroughly, shifting so he hovered over the smaller man. Needless to say, they didn't make it out of bed for a while.

It was a little after one when Dean and Cas left the house. Cas was dressed in the clothes Michael had bought for him- Dean was unwilling to let him out of the house in a pair of pants with a slit in the back, no matter if no one would see it. It was the principal of the thing. Dean walked close to the boy, hand tucked firmly into his back pocket. He opened the car door for the Omega, closing it once he was safely inside. He jogged around to the driver's side of the car and they were off.

Their first stop was the local Wal-Mart. Dean thought it would be a quick get-in-get-out trip. He was wrong. Very. Very. Wrong.

"Okay, Cas. Pick whatever you like." The Omega didn't look up from the floor.

"Thank you, sir." Dean waited for Cas to pick a direction and start walking, but he stood in place.

"Uh... Cas?"

"Sir?"

"You're supposed to be picking clothes."

"I'm sorry." Cas shrunk in on himself, as though expecting a blow. Dean rubbed a soothing hand on his back.

"Shh, it's okay. What's the matter?" Cas clearly didn't want to answer. "Tell me." Dean allowed some of his dominance to leak into his words.

"I have never chosen clothing for myself before. I do not know... what I like." Dean huffed a laugh.

"Is that it? Come on." Dean gently grabbed the Omega's hand and walked with him into the thick of the Omega section. "We'll start with pants. How do you like those you've got on?" Cas was silent for a moment, trying to figure out what answer Dean wanted to hear.

"They are..." he paused, looking for the word. "serviceable." Dean sighed.

"Are they comfy? Too tight, too lose, what?"

"They fit adequately."

"Okay, that I can work with. What size are they?" Cas quickly rattled off his jeans size and Dean took two pairs off the short shelf in front of him, both the correct size. "Color preference?" he queried, gesturing with the pants. One was a light wash, the other a dark.

"No, sir." Dean sighed again and handed both to Cas.

"No one needs more than two pairs of jeans." he told the Omega, trying to get a smile from the teen. There wasn't a response. "Okay, come on. Let's get you some shirts." Dean led the way to a rack of shirts. "Do you have a favorite color, Cas?"

"I find I am partial to black." The Omega was clearly uncomfortable voicing his own opinion. Dean ignored it.

"Good boy." He gently carded his fingers through Cas's hair in approval. Dean picked up several sizes of plain black t-shirts and held them up against Cas. "Uh..." He shrugged and got two different sizes in both black and white. "Do you, uh" Dean blushed. "Do you wear underwear?" Castiel shifted his weight.

"Do you want me to, sir?" Dean exhaled slowly.

"It doesn't matter. Have you ever worn 'em?"

"Before I was claimed, I did."

"Did you prefer that to commando?"

"No, sir."

"Good boy." Dean praised, glad that he hadn't had to drag the answer out of the Omega. "What about shoes?"

"I have not worn shoes since before I was first claimed."

"Really?" Cas nodded, hoping his Alpha wouldn't get angry.

"Do you want shoes?" Dean still seemed pleasant and Cas wanted to cry. He wasn't being a good Omega, he wasn't doing what his Alpha wanted, but Dean was still being so good to him.

"No, please, sir." Dean raised his eyebrows, but the Omega, still staring at the ground, didn't see.

"Why?" Cas began worrying the edge of his t-shirt.

"They seem very confining, sir." Dean laughed.

"Alright. No shoes then. I think we can pass on socks too. If your feet get cold you can borrow a pair of mine." Both men stopped for a moment to consider Cas wearing the Alpha's clothes. Castiel suppressed his shiver of desire slightly better than Dean did. The moment passed and the shopping continued slowly and haltingly. By the time they left the store, Dean having picked up a few grocery items as well as Cas's clothes, it was after 4. Dean promised they would do more shopping another day. Cas had 6 shirts-2 black, 2 white, and 2 grey- the two pairs of jeans, a pair of blue plaid pajama pants, and a plain blue toothbrush. Dean had insisted Cas pick out at least one shirt all by himself, which is largely why the trip took so long. Their second stop of the day was at a McDonalds for dinner. They were in and out in 20 minutes, Dean feeling significantly less grumpy and Cas slightly less like a failure. Their third and last stop was at a gas station- the Impala was running low. Dean was pumping the gas when it happened. Cas stood nearby, next to the trunk, watching Dean carefully, almost as though he thought he might drive away without him- which is, in fact, exactly what Cas thought. Dean looked away from Cas for just a moment to put away the nozzle so they could leave, when-

"D-Dean!" Cas's frantic voice had Dean turning immediately. An Alpha was standing next to him, forcing Cas's face up so he could look at him. Dean growled and stalked forward.

"Get your filthy hands off my Omega before you lose 'em." The other Alpha was a good few inches shorter than Dean, and a lot lankier. He looked distastefully towards the large man before releasing Cas. The Omega scrambled away and got behind Dean, attempting to make himself invisible.

"He's pretty." The man mentioned, his tail swishing slightly. If he noticed how angry Dean was, he didn't show it. "Should keep him close, especially while your bond's new. Someone might just snatch him up from under you." The man winked at Cas and Dean growled. "Have a good night." The man sauntered away and Dean waited until he was out of sight before whirling on Cas. He pinned him to the side of the car and gripped his hips tightly, rubbing his face over the Omega's, smothering the stranger's scent.

"Mine." Dean growled, mouthing at the Omega's neck. "You're fucking mine, and no one will ever take you from me." Cas relaxed slightly at his Alpha's words.

"Thank you, sir." Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and allowed his mate to reassure them both that they were okay.