Three weeks after, it happened while Castiel was walking down the hallway of his office building, toward a meeting. He rubbed idly at his stomach. It had been hurting for months, but this was more persistent.

He was looking at the floor as he walked. He didn't do it often, but when he was finished with this meeting, he would ask Cooper to try to clear his appointments. The cramps were becoming nauseating.

Then it felt like he hit a wall. He looked up and backed away, already beginning to apologize to the man he'd run into.

It was Paul. The CEO of the business they were merging with to need the meeting at all. Paul was in his twenties and roughly six three. He was also one of the only alphas Castiel approved to work with, because his father and grandfather had always been professional, respectable men, even with their biology.

Paul touched his shoulder and steadied him with a slight smile. "Okay, Castiel?"

"I'm fine. I'm sorry," Castiel said.

Then Paul's nose flared a fraction and he dropped his hand before taking a step back. He took a cloth square from his pocket and covered his nose and mouth with his face flushing slightly as he laughed nervously.

"I'm sorry, you caught me by surprise," Paul said through the cloth.

Then Castiel smelled the pheromones secreting from Paul's skin. Saliva puddled in his mouth then he felt the gush of his own fluids. Paul's eyes widened and he took another step back, holding up his hand.

"I'm sorry. I need to reschedule-," Paul said, then he turned and walked quickly the opposite direction.

Castiel nearly ran the other way with his underwear and slacks plastered to his skin and his heart hammering. Suddenly, he wasn't a CEO, he was sixteen and running with his gym short soaked to him.

Castiel locked himself in his office, ready to wait until the building had cleared before leaving, until Cooper, his assistant asked him if there was anything else he could do before he left for the evening. Cooper was a young omega, whose eyes flared with sympathy. Then Cooper called security, two betas that escorted Castiel from the building. Cooper walked with them.

"I've moved all of your appointments and had your apartment stocked with groceries. If you need me to I can have dinner brought to you. Just let me know where you'd want it from," Cooper chattered as Castiel leaned back against the rear of the private elevator. The two betas stood in front of them, with their hands crossed in front of them, like they were secret service. It embarrassed Castiel, but he couldn't deny that it calmed the anxiety while his fluids ran down his thighs.

Cooper leaned closer, "I had some supplies sent to your apartment. I didn't know if you had any since this was your first in a while."

"Thank you," Castiel said hoarsely as he closed his eyes and focused on the downward movement of the elevator and not his temperature steadily increasing.

His anxiety was already high at the thought of walking across the parking garage. It was evening. It would be dark there. He had parked in the back, the way he always did. There was no guarantee two betas would be enough against an alpha.

He was convincing himself he was being paranoid when the doors slid open and he was escorted through the side entrance of the building and directly to his car, waiting in the alley. A beta held the rear door open and helped Castiel sit inside before closing the door. The woman sitting in the driver seat turned to smile at him small in a sympathetic way.

"Home, Mr. Novak?"

"Yes. Thank you, Cathy," Castiel said, looking out of the window as the fever began.

When Castiel walked into his flat, he loosened his tie. He picked up his home phone and dialed the alpha service, trying to gain his breath. The cramps were coming in tighter waves, his skin was so hot. All he wanted to do was take a suppressant. He couldn't ignore that his backside was beginning to tingle while too much fluid came from it.

The phone rang until it was finally answered by a woman attempting to sound sultry.

"Domare Servitium, how can I help you?"

"I have a reservation for Castiel Novak," he said roughly.

He heard faint clicking then her voice came back. "Yes, Mr. Novak. Balthazar can be there tomorrow evening."

"No, I need him this evening."

"He's engaged this evening."

"I had a reservation," he said harshly.

"If you read on our site, a reservation needs twenty-four hours to be ensured."

"Then what is the point of a reservation?" Castiel yelled into the phone, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Sir, if you could stay calm," the woman said.

"It's hard to stay calm when I have enough liquid running from my body to swim in," he said roughly.

He heard the woman exhale and more clicking.

"I can send another alpha. He's six one, thirty-two with dark blonde hair and green eyes. He studied at Texas AM. He enjoys cars and classical rock-," she said.

"I don't fucking care," he said. "Send him."

He hung up on her telling him the alpha would be there within the hour. He began to pace and tried not to panic. He had run background checks on Balthazar. He had checked every source he knew to ensure that he was as upstanding as an alpha could be. Now, he was going in blind and he didn't like it.

He made himself sit down at his computer again, ignoring the sack sitting on his couch. He could see a cardboard box with illicit pictures on it. It would be a rubber knot. At the thought of using it more slick fell from him. He grimaced as sitting in his chair caused the clammy liquid to stick to his skin.

He opened Domare's website and looked for a profile that matched the alpha that had been described. The only alpha listed at thirty-two was female. There were none listed with blonde hair and green eyes.

"Fantastic," he said and went to make himself something to drink.

Castiel passed across the width of his living room without turning on a light. It felt like an electrical grid had been forced beneath his skin, making even the vibrations of his footsteps sensitive. The cotton of his undershirt was overly abrasive, but he didn't take it off. He wouldn't open the door, in heat and shirtless to an unknown alpha.

Then there was a knock on Castiel's door. He went toward it and looked out of the hole. The alpha stood too close to see any more than a distorted image. Castiel exhaled and unlocked the door before pulling it open.

The man leaned against one side of the door frame with a slow smile. It made Castiel's stomach lurch. The man looked like a prostitute from one of the lower end agencies. He was wearing coarse blue jeans, scuffed work boots, and a flannel over a low cut v-neck, showing the muscular set of his chest.

"What did they dress you as a plumber?" Castiel asked irritably.

The man laughed slightly still leaned against the door frame. "I just came from work, so uh, sorry. Was I supposed to be a sexy policeman?" the man asked, "Maybe a fireman? I got all the hose you need, baby."

If Castiel hadn't had a river going down his leg, he might have laughed despite himself. Instead, he frowned at the man and stepped back, letting him come into his house. As the man stepped passed him, Castiel couldn't stop the groan. He smelled like motor oil, and dust, and the earthiest healthy flare of masculine alpha.

The man turned around and smiled, "Yeah, you smell pretty good too," then he held out his hand as Castiel closed the door. "Dean Winchester."

"Castiel Novak," Castiel said, shaking Dean's hand. They were large and warm, enfolding his own.

"That's a sexy name," Dean said with his smirk still in place. "So how you want to do this? Want to talk a little?"

Castiel turned his back to Dean and unbuttoned his slacks then he pushed them off with his underwear. Then he leaned over the back of the couch.

"Or that," Dean said.

"Shut up and do your job," Castiel said.

"What, Cas? You want this knot?" Dean asked.

Castiel rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth as more lubrication seeped from him. Then he felt warmth on the bare skin of his ass.

"You smell so fucking good," Dean said roughly. "Gonna love fucking you through this couch."

"Shut up and fuck me," Castiel said between his teeth.

Dean laughed then smacked Castiel's ass before rubbing his dick through the wetness in his cleft. Both of them moaned gut deep. Dean spread him open and rocked back and forth over Castiel's hole. Castiel only felt his finger for a moment before it was pushed into him. Castiel choked up the air in his lungs and squeezed the cushion he was braced on.

"Jesus, you're tight," Dean said. "When was the last time you had sex?"

"Doesn't matter. Do it."

"Easy," Dean said, pushing up Castiel's shirt and rubbed his lower back. "You're burning up. How many days have you been in?"

"Hours. Not days," Castiel gritted out.

Dean's fingers arched in him and Castiel's back bowed with them as he pushed back. Then the fingers were gone. He looked over his shoulder and watched Dean put his fingers into his mouth. His full lips sealed around them. When he looked at Castiel, his eyes were blown and Castiel was having difficulty breathing again.

There was a low rumble. It took Castiel's mind a moment to catch up with his body. The rumble was Dean making a noise, a growl, like an alpha. Then it burned. Castiel moaned. It hurt, but it was good. It was so good.

He had forgotten what that felt like. He could smell his childhood bedroom, the laundry detergent his mother used, feel the wiry body of his first lover, laid over his back at sixteen.

He shoved it all away and focused on the feel of Dean fucking into him. The couch was creaking beneath their bodies shifting. Dean's hands gripped his hips, pulling him back. Castiel was pushing back with his hands planted on the couch. His tie swayed around his neck with each of Dean's movements.

Dean was spewing the disgusting profanities Castiel had expected from an alpha. He told Castiel how much he must want his cock. How he was a wet bitch. How he smelled like he only wanted to be knocked up.

Castiel ignored him and gripped his own erection with only a few pulls he came across the back of the leather.

"Gonna tie you up," Dean said roughly. "Beg for it, Cas. Come on, bitch."

Castiel reached back and gripped Dean's hip dragging him forward. Dean grunted and Castiel nearly screamed as the flared base of Dean's dick slid into him. He winced as he felt Dean orgasm inside of him, coating his walls.

The confliction was nearly painful, as he wanted to tear himself from the man behind him and at the other end, he only wanted to be touched and enjoy the sensation of being full. He squeezed his eyes shut and wished he had taken a suppressant as Dean rocked against him at the peak of his orgasm before calming.

"Hey, ah Cas, you want to maybe move this over to the bed?" Dean asked, breathing heavily.

"Fine," Castiel said with his eyes already closed and the cramps beginning to ease.

Castiel went to awkwardly shuffle, but Dean picked him up around his middle, keeping them close together. Dean carried him to the bed then sat on the edge. Castiel moaned as it pushed Dean deeper into him. Castiel arched downward and Dean pushed up.

"Shit you feel like a fucking virgin," Dean said.

Castiel leaned his head back against Dean's shoulder with his eyesight fluttering.

"That's it," Dean said, "Just lay back."

Castiel tried to tune him out, only felt the rumble of Dean's voice against his back then his hands pushing down Castiel's slacks and underwear then his shoes. Castiel cock dribbled against his stomach when Dean shifted, removing his shoes.

Then Dean began to unbutton Castiel's shirt when it was undone he slid his hands over Castiel's chest, pushing the shirt from his shoulders. Then he pulled off Castiel's t-shirt beneath. When he finished, Dean's bare chest was sealed against his back.

Dean's hand cupped Castiel's bare lower stomach and massaged his fingers into it gently.

"How are you so hot? This is going to be a rough one, Cas," Dean said quietly near his ear. "Don't worry, I'll be right here," he said then pushed up his hips. Castiel moaned. "I'll be right here keeping you all filled up."

Castiel grunted something as Dean continued to rub his stomach softly. He began to drift as Dean pulled him backward and laid down, rolling them on their sides. Castiel pressed the side of his face heavily into his pillow as Dean continued to massage him.

Faintly, he hated that an alpha was in his bed, that he was being held in one's arms and that biology was allowing that to feel wonderful while his brain screamed that it wasn't, and it was drowned under exhaustion.