Chapter 8

Dean smelled the scent of old, pee-stained, newspapers, lingering scents of Alpha and Omega heats, and soggy old food. Dean was struggling against the fireman in his arms, but the man refused to let him go. The fireman, Steve, eventually grabbed Dean by the back of his neck and held tight, basically making Dean sort of limp to movement. It was the equivalent of a mother dog grabbing her pup by the scruff. Sam folded his wings submissively, but Dean refused. He refused to be labeled a "pet".

"Got two angels here for you Pete," Steve said with a curt nod to the man behind the desk. "Both Alphas, brothers I assume. The one with the longer hair is tame, but the one with the short hair he bit me on the way over here."

"We'll get a muzzle on that one Steve don't worry," Pete, the man behind the desk took Sam and Dean from Steve's arms and Dean struggled even more. "We have ways of dealing with the feral ones."

"He had a home before," Steve explained. "His owner died in a house fire. He's not feral, just hostile."

"I'm not hostile," Dean thought to himself. "I just wanna go home…"

But they didn't have a home anymore. They're home was a pile of ashes and Dean had to remind himself of that.

A woman of probably about twenty-something years old walked out from the back room. She had flaming red hair and a smile that shone. Pete looked over and handed Sam to her, keeping Dean in his arms. Steve left after that without a word; his face was one Dean hoped never to see again.

"Hey there little guy," the red headed woman petted Sam on top of the head. "You're ok."

"H-Hi…" Sam choked out, his throat still hurting a little from the smoke. Sam liked the way this girl handled him though, he could sense she was not a threat.

"Clean that one up a little Charlie," Pete ordered. "This one here needs muzzling."

Dean's eyes went wide as saucers when Pete pulled out a strange contraption from behind his desk and started to move it towards Dean's face. Dean knew immediately what it was from his and Sam's time on the street. Stud Alphas in mills and even as pets sometimes wore them if they were particularly aggressive during mating or in general. Dean wasn't aggressive; he wasn't bad, so why was he getting this "muzzle" put on him?

"N-No…" Dean's eyes pricked with tears. "N-No please, I-I didn't mean to bite him!"

"Sure you didn't mutt," Pete pushed the muzzle onto Dean's face and tightened it painfully tight. Dean scratched at it with his fingernails, but it wasn't coming off. "You have an opening for breathing and drinking water; it'll be taken off only when you're eating."

Dean cried again. The tears burned his cheeks due to the amount of ash in them and he felt as if he couldn't get a deep enough breath even though he could. The device looked almost robotic, as if he was preparing for a tear gas attack. Sam's wings drooped when he looked over at Dean. The redheaded girl, Charlie, sighed and looked sadly over at Dean before taking Sam to another room. Pete took Dean to his cage.

It was a smaller cage, big enough for at least two young angels. Hopefully he and Sam would have the same cage. The cage wreaked of past Alphas who were, no doubt, much more hostile than Dean ever would be. Dean nervously shook and his wings, which he'd manifested, quivered. Pete took no notice, he simply shoved Dean into the cage, practically threw him, and Dean let out a squeak.

"Charlie will be around to feed you soon enough," Pete said, an almost sinister look in his eyes. "I'm only keeping that other angel in here because I've run out of space, but if it were up to me I'd put him away from your dangerous ass."

"I-I'm not dangerous…" Dean muttered out and then Pete banged on the cage and Dean jumped.

"Sure you're not." Pete glared at him and walked away.

Dean ran around the cage at first, trying with all his might to possibly knock the muzzle off his face, but all that earned him was a definitely noticeable shiner on his right eye. Dean's stomach growled and his bladder felt as if it was about to burst. He hadn't eaten since the night before nor gone to the bathroom and the struggle to keep both feelings under control was growing increasingly harder. Dean switched in between holding inside his legs and holding his stomach, but when he felt an increasingly warm trickle down his pant leg he gave up holding his bladder. He whimpered for awhile and lay down, soaked pants and all. Later on he tried again on getting the muzzle off, but every time he tried the contraption cut into his skin, piercing it and eventually he stopped because after awhile he felt another tiny warm trickle down his chin, blood. The muzzle was too tight, digging into his skin, but Dean gave up.

Dean tried to block out the pee smell permeating from his legs by distracting himself and looking around the pound, well all that he could see from the front of his cage. There were baby Alpha and Omega angels everywhere, crying out for absent parents, owners, friends, anyone. Dean heard every name in the book. He whimpered and cried out too, just in case someone, anyone, could hear him. His fingers were eventually white knuckled from gripping onto the bars and he felt weak from lack of food so he crawled over to the dirty corner of the cage so that Sam didn't have to sleep there and curled up in ball, trying to forget about the night before.

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Eventually Dean heard the cage door open and Sam was placed inside. He wasn't looking much better than Dean physically, but he looked mentally healthier by far. Dean was already going insane in this place.

"It smells like piss in here," Pete complained and Dean tried to hide, Pete pointed at him though. "Was it you?"

"I-I'm sorry," Dean cried, the tears burned twice as much now because of the bloody cuts on his face from the muzzle. "I couldn't hold it!"

"Yeah whatever," Pete said. "Look I take you all out twice a day like I s'posed to so don't give me any lip. I'll overlook it this time, but next time be warned."

"Pete," the redheaded woman, Charlie exclaimed. "He's just a baby; he can't hold it as long as the other Alphas!"

"Well he damn well better learn," Pete glared at her. "Don't you have cages to clean? Hop to it."

After Pete left Charlie stuck her hand through the bars, Dean inched closer a bit and finally let Charlie touch the top of his head after a few reluctant moments. Charlie sighed and petted him for as long as she could.

"Oh baby," Charlie cooed at him. "I'm sorry. If it were up to me Pete's ass would be fired, but it's not up to me."

Dean managed to chirp once for her and he fanned his wings a little. He trusted her so far. She was being kind to him and she'd been kind to Sam.

"I'll sneak you extra food when I can," Charlie whispered, kissing the tips of her fingers and placing them what was exposed of Dean's cheek. "You're such a good little boy; I don't care what anyone said. If you were truly hostile you wouldn't even let me do this right now would you?"

"No…" Dean shyly replied. "Charlie?"

"Yes baby that's my name," Charlie nodded and smiled at Dean. "You're so sweet. Don't worry baby I'll make sure you get out of this place ok, as soon as I can."

"Charlie!" Pete yelled from afar and Charlie jumped. Dean did too and he looked at her with sad eyes. Sam did as well.

"I'll be back later with dinner babies," Charlie said in as soothing a voice as she could. "See you soon."

Then Charlie disappeared around the corner.

"No," Dean cried out through his muzzle. "No please come back!"

"Dean," Sam asked. "Is that a…?"

"Yes," Dean admitted. "It's a muzzle Sammy. The kind they put on bad Alphas."

"But you're not…" Sam began to say, he gulped a little timidly.

"Darn right I'm not a bad Alpha," Dean said, a determined look on his face. "We're gonna show em Sammy, we're gonna get out of here."

"I sure hope so Dean," Sam sighed and lowered his wings. "I sure hope so."

Dean could see the hope fading from Sam's eyes already and that alone scared him. Dean had to stay strong; he had to, for Sam, for his dead father.

He just had to…

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Days, then at least a week passed, and Dean grew weaker and thinner. The muzzle had completely cut open his face and he'd stopped bleeding clean blood, it was coming out like gunk, pus-filled and infected. The fever he'd had for a few days now was spiking an all time high and he'd even begun to hallucinate. Sam tried his best to keep Dean eating and drinking and Dean had tried so hard to be strong for Sam, but at this point he was about ready to give up.

Dean had soiled himself so much his pants were stiff and uncomfortable from urine. Angels absorbed every being of everything they ate into their grace to help them grow, but liquids were a different story. They expelled them like every other human. Dean's eyes were blurry with tears and his face hot with fever sweat. Every time he moved the muzzle cut deeper and deeper into him.

He prayed.

Every night he prayed.

But no answered him.

Not for another two days that is…

Right when Dean was right about to truly roll over on his side and die, he heard the cage opening for the first time in hours. He heard Sam jump and run over to the door, and then he heard Charlie's voice and another unfamiliar one.

"Oh my god," the unfamiliar voice said. "These poor angels look at the way they've been treated!"

"I tried to get them help sooner," Charlie explained. "I had to wait until Pete left today to call you to come bust them out. Please this place needs to be shut down."

"I agree if they're gonna treat their angels like this," the unfamiliar voice belonged to a woman who was now picking Dean up. Dean would've fought her, but he was just too weak. "You poor sweet baby…"

The woman was probably mid forties; she had short black hair and deep brown eyes. She wore a sheriff's outfit and had a gruff look about her, but otherwise she looked harmless. Dean felt her hands slink under the restraints of the muzzle and finally pull it off. The woman gasped loudly and Dean felt so ashamed. His face was bloodied, cut, and infected beyond belief. Sam whined at the sight of it.

"You're running a fever schnookums," the woman said, cradling Dean close to her and rocking him. She petted his head and his aching wings which he'd kept out for the duration. "C'mon let's get you and your brother home…"

Home? That sounded nice to Dean. He let himself fall asleep in her arms, let himself fall blissfully in time with her footsteps and her heartbeat. He felt Sam shifting next to him and he saw Charlie's smiling face before finally blacking out in the woman's arms.

The woman smiled and placed both of them in the backseat. Dean on a warm blanket and Sam right next to him. She buckled both of them in and got into the front of her police cruiser.

"You two are gonna come live with me," she said with a smile as she started up her car. "Won't that be nice instead of that God awful place?"

"Yes," Sam nodded and kept an eye on Dean, who was sleeping. "It will."

"My name's Officer Mills," the woman said before driving away. "But you can just call me Jody."

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So? Dean was neglected D: but it's ok now because Jody to the rescue! Good thing Charlie called her.

What comes next for Sam and Dean though?

Will they ever see Castiel and Gabriel again?

More to come soon guys!