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Abandoned

Chapter 3

Hide in Plain Sight

Dean shuddered and lifted his face out of his hands. His tears blurred his vision of a world that he barely recognized; a world that where he no longer had a place to belong. Everything had been stripped away; family, friends, his future. There was nothing but fear facing him and a bleak vista of solitude or servitude as a lifelong path stretched out before him.

He slowly gathered his emotions back under control. One thing at a time, he thought. He had to do something with Mitch's body. If he left it here eventually someone would notice he was missing. It wouldn't take much for his drunken friends to point the way to their campsite and if the police become involved it would just add to Dean's problems.

There was not much he could do except delay discovery. He dropped the shovel back into the tool box. He had to get the body away from Bitch Run to break the delicate chain of suspicion. It wouldn't take much because he could use the Alphas' own prejudices as cover. How could a mere Omega have done anything at all to a strong Alpha like Mitch? It was unthinkable.

Dean knew that Mitch's friends would think that Mitch had trapped the Omega they had all smelled and now was spending time with his new acquisition 'training' the Omega in obedience. They would all be jealous of the unfettered sex Mitch was most likely enjoying and Dean thought he might have as much as a week before anyone became really suspicious.

It took a lot of work but Dean finally had pulled Mitch's body into the truck bed. He wrapped it in a paint tarp from under the tool box and tied it up into a nice tight package with nylon rope he found in the same place. Mitch's truck was turning into his personal gold mine.

He climbed into the driver's seat and drove away with the body bouncing around in back. He was looking for a location to dump Mitch and he hoped that the little stream bordering the Bitch Run would lead him to a lake. A plan was forming and he needed a nice, large, placid body of water.

He found what he was looking for. It wasn't a real lake, it was more a large depression that the stream first filled then drained. It was even better than a lake. It already had a thin film of ice forming. He was going to weight the body down and let it sink under the water. When the ice formed over it the body would most likely stay hidden through the long winter months.

In addition to gaining him some time it would also give him the opportunity to return in the spring to salt and burn the remains. He didn't need Mitch's ghost possibly tuning Hunters into the story of the Omega that killed.

He dumped the body beside the pool, tied more rope to it and drove carefully around the edge then used the truck to drag the corpse into the center of the water. Once the body was submerged he laid the rope in a shallow trench and tied it to the base of a tree. It might not last until spring or someone might find it but he wanted to try to keep the rope attached. It would make recovering the body a lot easier later.

He drove back to the beginning of Bitch Run and followed John Winchester's tire tracks back to the paved road. He had glanced at the tree that John had lashed him to the previous day and found that just picturing his naked body dumped in the snow kept the fire of his new found hatred of his father alive. He fed on that hatred and became determined to survive. Since his potential future was too depressing to contemplate he decided to deal only one day at a time.

The next item on his personal agenda was a shower. If he could smell himself any Alpha within twenty feet could smell him too. He wanted dry pants and he wanted to stop his slick from running down his thighs. He felt disgusting and twisting his ass in the seat didn't help.

After about five miles he came to the town of Forest Grove, population five thousand five hundred. That was large enough for drug stores and grocery stores and maybe a couple of motels he thought, remembering hunts with his father in towns smaller than that. On the down side, it was large enough to have a police force and a jail. One of his biggest fears had become the 'protective custody' line he had read on the internet.

He could imagine the kind of 'protection' he would receive at the hands of Alpha cops. He would most likely be locked in a cell and kept as the station's free fuck until a buyer could be found who would pay enough to make the cops happy. He had never liked cops but his view of the world over the past hours had become darker and darker.

He drove slowly around town and found three motels. They had names like Hunter's Rest, The Deer Lick and Angler's Dock. It sounded as if the town made a good thing out of the hunting and fishing seasons. He finally settled on the first one he had found, Angler's Dock and went back to it because it had an elderly woman at the desk. He was going to try his luck.

She hardly looked at him. Her face was lined and tired and up close she looked even older that he had first thought. When he produced Mitch's credit card and explained that he was waiting for his 'father' to show up she was only concerned with the authorization code from the credit card company and when it went through she handed over the key to the room.

He froze when she dropped the key in his palm and grabbed his hand. She raised her head and stared into his eyes. "Don't worry, boy. No one is going to bother you here, I promise." Then she let go and turned her back.

"Thanks," he muttered. "I hope you're right."

"I know I am." she said. "Maybe later on, after you clean up, you can come back and talk to me. Either tonight or in the morning, doesn't matter. I live here, own the place actually." She turned to face him again. "I'm telling you that you're safe here. No one will bother you."

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His room was on the back of the motel and he seemed to be the only one housed on that side. Opening the door he hauled in his stolen duffle and Mitch's and dumped the contents on the spare bed. He wanted to know what resources he now had. Mitch had evidently packed for a trip and his I.D. showed he wasn't local. His address was in a large city a couple of hundred miles away.

Dean didn't know what to think about that. He didn't know if Mitch's drinking buddies would miss him or not. Dean had no way to gauge when someone might start looking for the man. In any event Dean now was in possession of slightly too large clothes. They were not his size but they were clean and his greatest desire was to get out of his wet jeans and shower. He had been leaking into the jeans he had on since last night and he just wanted them off.

After a long hot shower he put on a pair of the dead man's pants and stuffed a folded up towel between his legs. There were soft, worn t-shirts and flannel shirts and clean socks. He had never appreciated the small things in life more. Finally he was clean and dry and the ever present smell of his slick was almost undetectable.

On his drive around town he had noticed a large chain drugstore less than a block away from the motel and he felt he could maybe shop for something to help him if he went immediately before his scent built up again. He practically ran out the door and trotted the block to the store. He tried to stay as far away from the other shoppers while he scanned the hygiene product shelves.

There weren't many items devoted to male Omegas but there were a few. There were deodorants and scent suppressors and some gross looking tampons for Omegas to deal with the ever present problem of leakage. He realized that, as an Alpha, he had never even noticed these things before. Now he was hoping they would help him hide. He also picked up a basic medical emergency kit and some snacks and drinks. He figured once he made it back to his room he was going to stay hidden for a while until he had a better plan for his next move.

He also bought a 'burn phone', although he really couldn't think of anyone he trusted enough to help him. It was bad enough to be an automatic target for every horny Alpha, to be considered less than human, to have almost no legal right to his own life but to also have a dollar sign painted on his forehead was the last nail in his coffin.

The dangers he grew up with, the ones he had been trained to deal with, monsters and ghosts and demons now seemed to be the least of his problems. His problems now were the threat of kidnapping, rape, captivity and sexual slavery and they swept all thought of the Supernatural dangers to the side.

The next problem he had to face, operating on the 'one thing at a time' theory of life, was the checkout counter. He had about $300.00 of Mitch's cash in his pocket but he was going to try the credit cards first. He wanted to hold on to his ready cash. Also at the counter he would be in the closest proximity to other people and that's where his greatest fears came into play.

Walking to the front of the store he realized there was only one checkout open. He was lucky and it was operated by a middle aged woman. He approached, lifting his basket on to the counter.

Her eyes swept over him obviously approving of his fresh-faced beauty and slim, young body. Great, he thought to himself, a cougar; just what I need. She started to scan his purchases and he immediately saw when she realized that he was buying Omega supplies. She rang everything up and bagged it. He handed her the credit card and she ran it though but when he put his hand out for it she trapped his hand in hers and also grabbed his elbow with her other hand,

"You know there's a curfew in this town, honey? she growled. "Especially for your kind."

"My Dad's waiting for me in the truck," he lied.

"He should never let you wander around on your own." she replied. "Anything could happen to you."

He heard the footsteps of another customer coming up behind him and her eyes darted to the next person in line. Without turning around Dean could tell it was an Alpha and from the smell, an older one. He saw the emotions race over her face. She wanted him for herself. She resented the Alpha behind him and didn't want to share.

"You get on out of here," she said. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes. Be there, waiting for me. You understand, boy?"

He nodded his head, obedient like any good little Omega would be at an Alpha's order and she released his hand, shoving his bag toward him. Dean grabbed the bag and strolled out the door. As soon as his feet hit the sidewalk he took off running.

He made it back to his room and locked himself in. Once on the bed he sat waiting for someone to pound on the door. Time flowed slowly, nothing happened and the tension in his shoulders began to ease. It didn't seem possible but it looked like he had dodged another bullet.

She would look for him, it only seemed reasonable. Whether she wanted him for pleasure or if she wanted to make a quick buck, it didn't matter. As long as he stayed here he would be hunted. It was doubtful that she would tell other people about him if she wanted him for herself, or so he told himself. It would be best just to get out and keep moving.

There was a threat from another direction he needed to deal with, the motel owner. She had asked him to come back and talk to her and it was most likely the safest thing to do. If she thought he was obeying her orders like the other woman had assumed, he might be safe for the night. He made a bathroom stop to use his new purchases and walked down to the front desk.

The woman was still sitting at the courter, reading a magazine. She looked up when he entered.

"Good, glad you decided to show up. I guess you're settled in now?" her voice was soft, almost purposely non-threatening and he relaxed slightly.

"What's your name, hon?" she asked. He studied her face. It was sad and looked beaten down, almost as if she had suffered some great loss and never got over it. The light behind her accented her thinning grey hair and threw her eyes into shadow. Dean sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to hurt her to protect himself.

"It's Dean," he answered, just as softly. "Emma Starling," she said and extended her hand. "Glad to help. Don't worry boy, I'm not going to call anyone it's just that I know how much trouble you are in and I'd like to help you out."

She stood and flipped a switch and the sign out front went off. "Hit the light switches by the door and come back here with me. I have someone I'd like you to meet." She turned and pushed aside a curtain, revealing a hidden door.

Dean did as she asked then followed her through the curtain. On the other side was a small kitchen. She stood at the sink, filling a tea kettle. After she put it on the fire she went through an archway and again he followed her.

In the next room was a slender man, sitting on a elderly couch. Emma stopped moving and said. "Dean, this is my son, Carey. I think the two of you should talk; you'll find that you have a lot in common. I'll bring in the tea when it's ready." She left them alone.

Carey looked at Dean and there was terror on his face. "Who are you? Why did she bring you in here?" Dean stared at the young man. "I'm an Omega and I think you might be too," he answered.

Carey took a deep breath. "How can you tell? Is there a big sign on my face, Omega here, free fuck?"

Dean looked up sharply. "What happened to you, man? Why does she think we need to talk?"

"Mom just wants to help. She thinks if I talk about it I'll get better. She doesn't understand that it's never going to get better. I'm always going to be an Omega."

Carey broke and told Dean his story. Dean could tell that the pain had been dammed up for a long time. This guy was suffering through hell. He had grown up in this town, had friends, had gone to school, and been a completely ordinary kid. Then, on his 15th birthday the bottom fell out of his world, just like Dean's had. He woke up after a short illness a fully functioning Omega.

Neither he, nor his mother, had really understood the dangers associated with the Omega status and they had tried to continue on as before. It only took a careless trip to the grocery story on his own for Carey to be kidnapped off the street and carried off by a couple of Alphas from the high school who took him to an empty house. They had kept him for two days, taking turns raping and abusing him.

One of the Alphas got careless and didn't tie him to the bed well enough and Carey had slipped out of the ropes and thrown himself out a second story window.

He had screwed up one of his knees during the landing but he fought through the pain and by dragging and hiding and sometimes outright crawling had made it back across town to the motel. He had seen the Alphas hunting for him and only escaped by luck and determination. His mother had found him in the lobby of the motel trying to drag himself to the back room. He was covered in blood and bruises and burns.

She had taken care of him. That night they both learned that there was no help out in the Alpha world for people like Carey. That was a year ago. He had not left their apartment since. If anyone got nosey or pushy he hid in the attic. The Alphas had come looking for him and had pushed his mother aside and searched the apartment but he had heard the yelling and had time to hide.

She called the police and accused the two boys of breaking and entering and assault. She also accused them of being the cause of Carey's disappearance but the local police told her that her Omega son had most likely gone off with the first available Alpha and they wouldn't waste time looking for him.

As she was bruised and there was obvious damage to the apartment the two Alphas had been arrested. At trial they had received minimum sentences since this was a first official offense. They were due back out of jail within six months and Carey and his mother were worried sick about it.

Emma had come back during Carey's story with the promised tea. When Carey's voice stopped they sat quietly, sipping tea and acted as if the atmosphere of the room wasn't tainted with fear ad loss and hopelessness.