Chapter 22

Weeks pushed on and eventually Dean's body started to get used to the drugs. His mind seemed to adjust to the haze faster and his blood seemed to pump at an almost inhuman speed. Every time he fought he felt more and more alive. Gadreel had warned him that was how it was going to feel. Dean didn't care though, it was earning him his life and slowly but surely, his freedom. Bobby and Jody had witnessed the first fight, but they'd yet to come back to another one. Dean figured it would seem suspicious because if they were found out they'd be linked to Dean and Anna somehow and Dean would surely be tortured or worse he'd be killed. Him and Anna both, he couldn't have that. There was some sick and twisted part of him that wanted Castiel to be in those stands one day, watching him and his victory. Dean had moved up five ranks in the last five weeks that he'd been put in the ring. He was slowly gaining recognition as one of Crowley's best. The other sick and twisted part of him was proud of that. It was savage, what he was doing, but somehow Dena didn't care if it kept him alive.

He supposed that he wanted Castiel near him because there was a deep innate need that had been building in Dean's nether regions since the beginning of the week. He was in heat once again and Castiel wasn't around. It wasn't like the two of them had ever done anything; Castiel had been always been too afraid to go all the way due to the inherent nine month responsibility that would be bestowed upon him and his Alpha. But Dean craved his scent and his presence if nothing else. Castiel was going to be his mate before this whole Crowley business happened and Dean had yet to even spend one frisky evening with him.

Dean groaned within his confines, the overwhelming scent of his heat filled his small space and he almost whined at the overpowering smell. He knew it was to attract mates, but right now nothing mattered to him, no one, more than Castiel. He pictured him as he closed his eyes and sat down on his pile of hay that Crowley so graciously provided for all of his angels in each of their cages, he pictured Castiel's pale chiseled chest with abs so delicious Dean could almost eat them up. His hand slowly snaked its way down his body as he did so. He pictured Castiel's sky blue eyes blown with lust as he lay stark naked on a bed and Dean imagined himself walking through the door to find him like that. In heat and ready for Dean to take him any way he pleased or Castiel wanted. Dean let out a tiny squeak as his hand wrapped his hardened cock, the head of it leaking already as the dirty images flashed through Dean's mind. He imagined taking Castiel, hard and rough just as most Alphas did, but then slowing down his pace making it last, his knot swelling a little at the thought and Dean begun to stroke, evening out his breathing and picturing a deliciously sinfully naked Castiel on the bed having fun with him. Dean could almost feel the heat of Castiel's body mixed with the sunlight pouring into the bedroom, he could feel the way they moved almost in sync with one another like they were made to fit together, and he could even hear Castiel's moans and his breath in Dean's ear.

Dean could feel his climax rapidly approaching at the thought of his lover, luckily a perk of heat was fast release. He stroked harder picturing Castiel's face upon climax and Dean felt his hand coated in his own spunk. Some landed on his stomach as well. He threw his head back, resting it on one of the bars behind him as he left his eye closed, but managed to even out his breathing once again. He let out a deep sigh before wiping his hand on one of his pant legs and cleaning off the rest of his stomach with hay. He tucked himself back into his sleeping pants and cautiously looked around hoping no one had seen him.

It was common here for Alphas to just whip it out and have at it whenever the need arose. These guys were brothers with no attraction towards each other, for obvious biological reasons, and they weren't awkward about any of it. It was sort of a "don't ask don't tell" situation at the mills. Dean respected the others' boundaries for each of them had gone through at least one heat so far in the time that Dean had been there, but he couldn't tell if they had the same respect for him as he did for them. Gadreel had been nothing, but helpful and friendly since Dean's arrival, as had Cathalsis, but Anorath had treated Dean like he was invisible and Michael had treated Dean like he was a pest and a nuisance and Dean didn't know which one was worse. It had started off small like Michael accidentally tripping him when they were headed to the arena sometimes to him taking Dean's weapon and even punching him in the spot where the drug had been injected supposedly as a "bro" thing, but Dean had other things in Michael's eyes. He didn't trust the Alpha and it was clear that the feelings were mutual.

Even now, as Dean curled up on the hay to sleep for a bit before his heat flared up again, he almost felt as though the Alpha had his eyes on him that very second. Dean chalked it up to paranoia, however; and fell asleep.

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"I must say that was a hell of a fight a few weeks ago," Charon sat across from Crowley in his office, his son Ron and his Alpha angel Kevin were seated close by. Ron was sulking for even having to be there and Kevin was fidgeting with the rim of his collar, desperately trying to get it off for it was scratchy against his neck. "The Alpha of yours really did a number on his opponent. He must be new? I do not recall ever seeing him before?"

"Ah yes Dean," Crowley chuckled, kicking his feet up on his desk and leaning back in his office chair. "He is quite extraordinary is he not? A rare specimen of brute force mixed with a cute face."

"This is the first I've heard of an Alpha being called cute." Charon replied.

"I'm sure he could make a few Omegas swoon." Crowley smirked.

"Surely you're considering breeding him," Charon inquired. "That raw talent shouldn't be wasted after his death. He could make some strong and deliciously beautiful angel pups?"

"Are you offering a price for this?" Crowley asked, still in shock from the initial question that had been asked. Truthfully, no, he hadn't considered breeding Dean ever. He wanted him for his own business. Dean had put Crowley on top that past month when it came to professional Angel Fighting rings and Crowley was more than reluctant to give up that hard earned title. Still, if Charon offered a good enough price Crowley could be persuaded.

"As of now," Charon twirled the pen Crowley had on his desk between his two skinny fingers on his right hand. "I would be willing to offer at least ten grand."

Crowley nearly, scratch that, he did fall out of his chair at that number. He scrambled up from the floor in total shock, hoping to recover at least some of his dignity in the presence of the last of the three Fathers of The Dark.

"That is if God willing he breeds fine warriors," Charon tapped his chin in thought. "I do not want nor tolerate lame angels in my name. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal," Crowley gulped, if looks could kill Charon's gaze would've struck him dead. "A-And when exactly would you require these pups?"

"As soon as possible," Charon replied. "Make sure the Omega is strong and healthy as well that increases the chances."

Crowley nodded; before he'd joined the illegal side of angels he'd studied them in University in Scotland. If an Alpha angel possessed certain qualities as long as the mother of their angel pups whether they be male or female was strong and in good health the Alphas genes were likely to be passed on at a 99.9% rate. The mother's genes only made up 10% of the entire being of the pups. 90% of what they were was passed on by their Alpha father.

"Yes sir," so few people made Crowley cower like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but Charon was one of them. "I will have them for you almost immediately. I'll my best man, Benny, check up on Dean and see if he's in his heat yet."

"Excellent," Charon stood to leave. "I expect the best, that's what I'm all about."

"Me too," Crowley nervously adjusted his tie as Charon turned his back to the man. "Trust me you'll get your warriors."

"I'll see you when the deed is done." Charon replied and motioned for Kevin and Ron to follow him. Ron groaned in relief as they left. He'd wanted to leave from the start. Kevin followed his master obediently as they walked down the corridor and through the swinging double doors to the angel cages?

"Must have made a wrong turn," Charon commented. "You there! Where is the exit to this God forsaken place?!"

"To your left," a man in an old fisherman's hat replied, he held an empty water dish in his right hand. "Down the hall and it's the third door on your right. It's clearly marked."

"I could do without your sass good sir," Charon grumbled and stormed off, Ron chuckled, his eyes closing for a mere moment and he accidentally ran into the mill worker who'd directed his father. Ron let out a grunt and opened his eyes to see the man's clothed chest. But within the folds of his old worn jacket was a necklace. The universal symbol of Hunters was hanging as a charm from the chord. Ron gasped and Charon yelled at him from down the hall. "Come along Ronald, you too Kevin!"

"You say a word to your Goddamn father," the mill worker said, Ron looked at his name tag and learned that his name was Benny. "And I'll tear you a new asshole."

"I wasn't planning on it," Ron glared at him, peeved that he'd automatically assume Ron was bad news. But then again, given who his father was. "I want no part of what my father has planned for me just FYI."

"Well excuse me princess," Benny scoffed. "Can't be too careful in this business though. Never know who you can trust."

"Trust me," Ron gave him an annoyed look. "I'm not squealing."

"Honestly," Benny replied. "Thank you and I mean that, but I'd suggest you get on your way before your father tears you a new one instead of me."

"RONALD!" Charon's voice boomed throughout the mill and a few Omegas nearby quivered in fear.

"Coming dad!" Ron yelled back and backed away from Benny who was still eyeing him suspiciously like he'd murdered someone. Kevin gave Benny a wayward glance and followed Ron out of the mill. Benny watched them leave and quickly covered his necklace from view. He couldn't risk it, not like that ever again. As he carried the empty water dish to the cleaning station he couldn't help but wonder if he'd just given himself up. It was one thing to be found out, it was another to be found out by the son of the biggest Angel Fighting boss known to the angelic world. A feeling in his gut told him that Ron would forget about what he'd seen, but there was always that constant fear in his head. He was hoping this time that for the love of God, his gut was right.

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Dean was awoken by his cage door opening. He'd slept for a solid three hours since the first time he'd been sated. He groggily shook off sleep and watched as two pairs of strong hands dragged him out of his cage and into the middle of the path between the two lines of cages. Dean felt the tendrils of his heat returning and he ached to touch himself, but he refused to be so vulgar in front of total strangers even if the sensation was unbearable. His hands were bound behind his back by restraints similar to handcuffs and Dean growled at the mill workers. He thrashed a little, but stopped immediately at the sight of a familiar face he loathed.

"Dean," Crowley smirked, tilting Dean's chin up as if he were inspecting him. "It's useless to fight; besides you should save your strength. You'll need it for what you're going to do next."

Dean was confused; his look must've given that away to Crowley because the mill owner threw his head back in laughter. There wasn't another fight until next week? What could Crowley possibly be talking about?

"Take him to the stalls boys," Crowley ordered at the mill workers and they obeyed without qualms. "Make sure a bitch for him is already there."

One of them nodded and Dean's eyes widened. Crowley couldn't possibly be talking about what Dean was thinking could he? Dean struggled against his restraints, arching his back and attempting to pop the cuffs free. But to no avail. Dean was dragged along, putting up one hell of a fight along the way, but eventually he was thrown into an unfamiliar pen, but Dean could clearly smell what occurred in them. His eyes were blown with fear as the gate closed behind him and Dean scrambled for an exit of any kind.

His nostrils were filled fast with the scent of female and female in heat no less! Dean closed his eyes tight before gazing upon her. She was beautiful and with raven hair and brown eyes. She was skinny, but in good health. She looked as though she'd gone a few rounds in her life. Dean's groin throbbed at the sight of her, the smell of her. He backed up into the nearby wall, willing his mind to think this time instead of his downstairs.

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So what will Dean do?

Surely he won't breed with her will he?

And what about Ron, will he hold his tongue?

More to come soon! No pun intended lol.