Chapter 24
Castiel stomped away from the computers. He had seen too much. A few gentle hands had tried to pull him back, but he'd refused. The camera didn't lie and much to Castiel's regret and pain it hadn't. He'd clearly seen his intended mate fucking another horny Omega and he wasn't happy about it. Not that Castiel was supposed to be the possessive one, but he couldn't help but feel violated on some level. Dean was supposed to be his, only he could run his fingers through Dean's hair and feathers, only he could kiss the Alpha's neck. Only he could call Dean his. Castiel pushed through the front door of Harvelle's Pet Shop and stopped by the dumpsters. He paused a moment before letting out his rage by screaming and kicking and throwing. Sam watched, he almost went outside to stop Castiel, but he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Let him," Gabriel explained. "He's angry. It's only natural. I don't doubt that he won't give Dean the cold shoulder when he comes back."
"Let's hope that Dean can find it in him to take it." Sam sighed as he watched Castiel fall to his knees and cover his face.
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Dean's heat was getting to its peak and there was nothing he could do but lay in a ball and hope to God it would go away. He felt unclean. He felt like he'd betrayed his best friend, his mate, his everything. He'd given up his purest gift in his opinion. One he was saving for Castiel. Now he was surrounded by mocking Alphas, his own stench which now sickened him, and pile upon pile of dirty hay. The iron bars were taunting him and he just wanted out. He slowly peeled himself off of the ground. His legs were shaking, but his determination was fierce as he thrust himself against the bars hoping somehow that they'd break. He did it until his muscles ached and his head was ringing from the impact against the metal. He heard laughter echo out all around him.
"Rutting against the bars won't get you off rookie." Michael laughed, mocking his actions. Dean slowly stared to back away from the edge of the cage.
"Hey the little pussy's gotta learn somehow," another angel who Dean couldn't see his face spoke up. "Breeding bitches is hard work ain't it Dean?"
The laughter rang in his eardrums and Dean tried to cover his ears to drown it out. He ground his teeth and turned around, willing the voices to dissipate. They were like the melody on the worst record Dean had ever heard and he just wanted it to stop. Dean let a furious yell and suddenly everyone ceased. Gadreel lifted his head and stared at Dean. Dean made eye contact for a split second before he heard the cage door opening and one of Crowley's men stepped in. He had a leash and he slipped it around Dean's neck and tugged him out of there. Dean whined and closed his eyes, hoping the others wouldn't see him. His crotch ached and his chest was tight. His heart pounded as he was dragged through the Alpha and Omega housing towards the office.
"The boss would like to speak to you." The man said, like he was sealing Dean's fate.
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"There's another fight this Friday," Ellen explained, flipping through slides of photos. One of which was taken by Benny and sent direct to her, she'd blown it up to show the others. It was a schedule of all of the fights for that month. "Dean will most likely be in it. He's quickly become Crowley's favorite, which is to both our disadvantage and advantage."
"Why would it be to our disadvantage?" Sam inquired.
"We made our faces known once," Jody explained. "If we do it again it may strike him as mildly suspicious. We need to have a solid plan before we go in there."
"If it's a solid plan you want," a new voice spoke up and everyone spun around. "I'm your man. I know how to get you in there."
There stood Ron Ryder, the infamous son of Charon. On the right side of him was his father's angel Kevin with a red collar and to his left was a German Shepherd with silverish fur and piercing yellow eyes like a wolf. He had a matching red collar similar to Kevin's except his had dog tags on the end of it shaped like angel's wings.
"You're the boy I ran into at the fight," Jody said. "Your name's Ron."
"Guilty as charged," Ron shrugged and motioned to Bobby and Jody. "Anyway, I sniffed you two out immediately. One of you is a cop and I'm guessing it's her."
"How did you-" Jody was shocked.
"Sixth sense," Ron explained. "When your dad's in the business you can't help but know."
The German Shepherd growled and reluctantly stood down after Ron snapped his fingers at him.
"Titan," Ron ordered. "Stand down. I know we don't normally deal with the fuzz this way, but we're their friends now. We're helping them."
Titan let out a sigh and his hackles lowered. He sat down next to his master's son, but carefully watched the group in front of him.
"Listen," Ron said. "I know how we can arrange a full out raid on this place next Friday night. We can get every angel out of there and hopefully get my dad in trouble a little too. Crowley will no doubt be arrested. All in all happy days will commence and it'll be all because of us. It'll be beautiful; point is all I need to know is if y'all are in or not?"
"Tell us what to do." Sam was the first to speak and the others nodded shortly after one by one. Castiel reluctantly did so. Sam could tell he was still mad.
"Good," Ron smirked and Kevin returned the look to him. "So anyway here's the plan..."
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Dean fell to his knees after he was thrown into Crowley's office. The mill owner looked very displeased and Dean could only imagine why. Crowley stood up and circled around Dean once, not saying a word before he kicked him onto his stomach. Dean grunted, but didn't dare help himself up.
"You imbecile," Crowley yelled. "Did I or did I not instruct my guards to make sure that you bred a fine bitch full of pups!"
"Yeah you might wanna check your English there pal," Dean replied snarkily. "'Cuz I don't think they understood you."
"Or maybe it was just you that didn't understand," Crowley grabbed Dean by his hair and lifted him up. "Something went wrong in there. I don't know if you're firing blanks or not, but my ass is on the line here and if Charon doesn't get his prize winning angel pups soon he's going to have my head maybe even literally! And I'll have to drag your sorry ass down with me!"
He let go of Dean and he fell to his knees again. His head hung and he knew he shouldn't talk back but he couldn't help himself.
"Yeah well good luck," Dean snapped. "I won't go down that easily."
"You truly are the most stubborn Alpha I have." Crowley remarked.
"Try Michael," Dean spat in Crowley's face when he leaned in close and the mill owner wiped it in disgust. "I hear he's going for the Nobel prize in it."
"You vile—" Crowley stormed over to his desk and grabbed a rather large knife, he then went back over to Dean. "I do believe it's time you learned a little lesson about who you're messing with!"
"Bring it on pansy!" Dean was afraid, but he didn't let it show. He couldn't give up now. He was determined to not let Crowley manipulate him. Dean felt a swift kick to his back and he was on his stomach again. Dean gritted his teeth and dug his fingernails into the concrete when he felt Crowley forcing his wings out. At first Dean thought something worse was going to happen to him, but when he saw Crowley reaching for his knife he felt his stomach drop further than before. Crowley touched the cold metal to his right wing first and made a small incision. Dean screamed. He didn't care who heard anymore. He couldn't hold in screams of pain, the man was fucking with his wings for God's sake. Crowley did the same to Dean's left wing too and Dean felt the blood starting to trickle along with some grace. Dean bit his lip so hard it was bleeding too. He couldn't shed a single tear though, he couldn't let Crowley know he'd hurt him so badly he was going to cry.
Crowley got up and admired his work with a smirk on his face. Tears were pricking in the corners of Dean's eyes when he looked up at the mill owner and Crowley grabbed him by the chin and forced Dean to look him in the eyes.
"You are mine," Crowley hissed through his teeth and tiny droplets of warm spit landed on Dean's cheeks. "You belong to me. I own you. And don't you forget that Dean."
Dean let out a low whine and let his cheek hit the floor. Crowley called for a guard to take him away and the mill worker dragged Dean out of the office and back towards his cage. Once Dean got there he curled up in the corner of his cage. He shook and kept his bleeding wings out. They were damaged, but luckily Crowley hadn't messed with his oil glands. Dean wasn't going to put it past him if they met again though. Crowley was determined to make an example out of him and the only way Dean could stay alive was to kill or breed. And he certainly wanted no part in the second option. Dean closed his eyes hoping the pain would go away and his thoughts immediately went to Castiel. He saw his potential mate's gorgeous blue eyes first and then his mind traveled to Castiel's smile.
"Please Cas," Dean pleaded with him even though he knew Castiel couldn't hear him. "I've sinned majorly. I did things I'm not proud of, I'm still doing them. But I'm doing them so I can get back to you Cas...I-I need to see you again, so p-please Cas when I get out of here please forgive me."
Dean only started to cry when he knew no one was looking.
"Please," Dean croaked out. "I love you."
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