Chapter 23

"Damn it," Dean cursed, shifting his nose away from the eligible female. "I-I can't..."

"Why not?" she cooed and walked closer, already stark naked as the day God made her. She ran a seductive finger under Dean's chin. "C'mon big boy...I'm sure you've got it in you, Performance Anxiety?"

"No," Dean snapped his head away from her hand. "I just...what's your name?"

"Does it really matter?" she sashayed away to the other side of the pen showing her body off and Dean found it hard to resist. His heat laden cock was tugging at the confines of his pants in response to her little show. He resisted the deep primal to bite her neck and mount her right there.

"To me it does." Dean replied. Dean was certainly no stud Alpha. If he was forced to do this he wanted to know at least with who he was performing this act with.

"My name is Cassie," the female replied and turned to face Dean again, her womanhood on full view and he ground his teeth, his toes practically curling. "And you're certainly a strange Alpha. Most of them would've taken me right here and right now before I could get a word in edgewise."

"Well," Dean managed a smile. "I'm not like most Alphas."

"I can tell," Cassie stepped closer, practically teasing Dean with her smell. "You have more willpower than all of those brainless Alphas combined. I like that."

She sat on Dean's lap, practically purring and her juices leaked down onto the front of his pants. She had been in heat awhile now, a bit longer than Dean. She played with Dean's hair and came dangerously close to his lips. He could feel the warm liquid leaking onto his pants and Dean's cock stiffened, the head leaking. He let out a deep groan, but jerked his head away from her. She looked almost hurt.

"What," Cassie asked, backing off and looking as though she was about to cry. "Am I not desirable? A-Am I not pretty enough?"

"No," Dean exclaimed. "No! You're...beautiful Cassie, but I...I can't do this. It's not you it's me."

"If I had a nickel for every time I heard an Alpha say that." Cassie rolled her eyes.

"I have a mate," Dean blurted; Cassie tilted her head as she was confused. "He isn't in this mill. He's at a pet shop nearby watching this."

"Oh my God," Cassie exclaimed. "What a pervert! What does he have hidden cameras or something?!"

"No," Dean groaned in frustration, both kinds. He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and shook his head. "He is watching this place in general along with my brother and a few others."

Dean lowered his voice and motioned for her to come closer even though it was pure torture for him.

"We've got a cop watching this place," Dean whispered in her ear. "We're trying to get it shut down. They've got me and another angel on the inside, I pray she's fine, but I haven't seen her since we arrived. We're trying to rescue angels like you."

"Oh," Cassie replied.

"Yeah so," Dean whined when he felt her on his lap again. She was soaking his lap. He couldn't get the rest of his words to come out of his mouth. He darted away from her to the other side of the pen and she followed. It was a cat and mouse chase for about fifteen minutes before realization hit Dean.

They could fake it.

"Wait," Dean exclaimed and she stopped in front of him. "Keep doing what you're doing, but with less vibe like you're gonna kill me."

"What?" Cassie looked majorly confused.

"Crowley wants me to breed you," Dean explained. "Sometimes mating doesn't work even if there is knotting, so what Crowley doesn't know won't hurt him. We can do everything, but knot."

"Hello jackass," Cassie scoffed. "Are you even hearing yourself? That's damn near impossible."

"Damn near," Dean smirked at his own brilliancy. "But not. I can control myself. I don't have the mating experience so I won't know what I'm expecting."

"You're telling me the Alpha they sent me is a virgin?" Cassie gave Dean a look.

"That a problem," Dean gave her a look back. "I'm also almost mated and I'm not of this mill."

"Still," Cassie came closer, dragging her wing under Dean's chin. Her scent certainly was intoxicating and even more so because the both of them were in heat. "I was expecting a strong Alpha, one with experience."

"Sweetheart I'm the best you're gonna get right now," Dean whined when she touched him. "And trust me instincts will take over."

"In case they don't," Cassie came close again. Dean couldn't tell what was acting anymore. "I can always...help."

She cupped him through the mill pants that they gave every angel standard and he let out a feral groan. He gritted his teeth and panted. Cassie's scent was almost too much to bear. Dean tried to resist every primal urge that had been put in him since birth, but he found it hard. Very hard, so eventually he had to give in. He kissed her at first, roughly, but enough so that she knew he was in control. Dean cupped her cheeks with delicate yet calloused hands and he nibbled at her bottom lip earning noises from her. He led her, occasionally breaking their kissing, over to the corner of the breeding pen and laid her down. He looked her over. God, she was gorgeous for an Omega. He had to admit he'd fantasized quite a bit when he was a younger Alpha about Omegas like her, smelling them, tasting them, taking them. Dean's hormones were raging like his hard-on.

He sniffed at Cassie's neck and she shivered underneath him. He could smell her scent. It was cherries mixed with plums. It was like the most sexual fruit salad Dean had ever encountered and he loved it in that moment. He licked a stripe up to her chin and shook his head in delight. She whimpered this time and he kissed down her chest and to her stomach. He smirked at her and looked up in her eyes. She nodded allowing him to continue.

"I-I need you," she moaned. "I need you now!"

Dean's face moved down to her womanhood and he licked his lips. His instincts were on overdrive. He was sweating and his pants were almost becoming unbearable to wear. His tongue dove into her and he tasted her essence. He was practically getting high off of it. Dean licked her clean before she produced more slick and he made his way back up to her face, kissing her again.

"Y-You still want me?" Dean asked, a bit assertively, but still trying to keep his calm. His Alpha instincts were fighting hard to be the one in control.

"Yes," she groaned. "Fuck yes!"

Dean tugged his pants down and kicked them off of his ankles and to the other corner of the pen. Dean's nose went back to her neck and he bit it possessively before thrusting hard into her. Her heat enveloping and squeezing him was just Heaven. Dean's thrusts started off fast, but they slowly slowed down to a slower pace. He'd been right about instinct and mating in general. This was amazing! He groaned as he pounded into Cassie who seemed to be enjoying herself too judging by how she was soaking him. His head was hung in front of her face and he felt this overwhelming tingle in his crotch. Dean couldn't believe Sam had experienced this before him, but now he was glad he'd had the chance. It was flawless and beautiful and Dean couldn't get enough, until he felt his knot expanding.

Dean panicked. He had exactly one minute before he knotted with her and impregnated her. Quickly he pulled out and finished himself off. Cassie looked disappointed at first, but as she came down from the high of sex she realized she'd dodged a major bullet.

"You," Dean panted. His knot was deflating and he was softening up. "Can thank me later. Now remember for all Crowley knows I knotted with you ok?"

"O-Ok," Cassie was still shaking a little. "Dean...thank you."

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "You're welcome."

Dean was still in a haze. That was the single most amazing thing he'd ever experienced and he wasn't quite ready to go back to the real world yet. Suddenly though, Dean came to another realization, he wasn't a virgin anymore. His instincts had forced him to give up what he'd been saving for Castiel and he felt like he'd cheated his potential mate. Dean jumped up after putting his pants back on and his wings drooped. He felt like the cheap whore this time.

"Finished eh buddy," a mill worker approached and opened the pen for Dean. He scrambled out and so did Cassie. They both were collared and leashed and the worker passed Cassie over to another one. "Hope you knocked up that bitch with some prize winning pups!"

The mill worker let out a wheezy laugh and Dean whimpered as he tugged on his collar. Cassie tugged away from the direction of the cages and back towards Dean. She nuzzled his cheek as a sign of thanks and allowed the mill worker to take her away. Dean swallowed hard and then was dragged off back towards his cage in the fighting Alpha section.

"Betcha did her good didn't yah rookie?" Michael asked, clearly mocking Dean.

"Did she scream," Anorath chuckled. "Like a little bitch?"

Dean glared and snarled at both of them before they broke into laughter and he curled up on the hay nearby and buried his face in his arms. He heard a small sigh come from Gadreel's cage before he fell into a half sleep.

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I'm sorry this chapter was so short. I've run into a bit of writer's block on this story. I am by no means deleting it no friggen way! I just need some ideas from you guys if you have any? Anything you'd like to see? Any plot ideas? I'd love to hear em just leave em in the comments!

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