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Abandoned
Chapter 6
On the Road
WARNING: Violent rape scene ahead.
Dean settled into the truck bed, wrapping Emma's blankets around him. He heard the little window of the truck cab slide open and Carey's voice floated out.
"You OK back there, Dean?" Carey asked. "Here, take these." Carey handed the omega leashes out.
"Why would I want those?" Dean snarled.
"Ron says you can use them to attach yourself to the tie down hooks. Then nobody can pull you out of the truck. Here," Carey shook the leashes again. "Take 'em. I don't want to lose you for anything."
Dean heard the pleading in Carey's voice and took the leashes. He thought about how it made him look like a dog tied into the truck bed but decided, better be on the safe side, whenever possible.
He hooked himself up and checked his gun again, just to make himself feel better. He liked riding in the truck bed, watching out for Carey and Ron; guarding them from someone sneaking up behind. He wiggled more comfortably into his makeshift nest and realized it was better than riding in the enclosed cab.
He can stretch and move without bumping into Carey and when he discovers that he's sitting next to the cooler with Emma's donated drinks and snacks it started looking like the smartest thing he'd done in a while.
He popped open a Coke and pounded on the window to hand a couple of drinks to Carey and Ron. When the window opens he can hear music from the radio caught and tossed by the wind. Ron's low rumbling voice carries through also and, to his surprise, a laugh out of Carey as a response to whatever Ron is saying. The window snaps shut after Carey takes the drinks and Dean's little peek into the world of the front cab is over.
He keeps scanning the road behind them and for the second time notices a blue pickup truck some distance behind. It is not really a threat; Dean just thinks it's odd that he has spotted the same truck twice. The route they are taking to Sioux Falls is the most direct route so it isn't a surprise to find themselves traveling with vehicles heading to the same place.
Dean consoles himself with the thought that there are probably a few other vehicles that will become familiar in the next six hours. He has no idea why the blue pickup catches his attention so strongly but he puts it out of his mind and drinks his soda.
They have a couple hundred more miles of the wilds of Wisconsin to go before crossing into Iowa and Dean is determined to enjoy the open road after being unnaturally denned up in the Starling residence for more than a week. He watches the scenery, hums and beats time to the music in his head. It is the most relaxed he has been for a while.
About an hour later the blue pickup that Dean has kept an eye on catches up to them. Dean casually looks over as it passes and recognizes the Alpha that offered to buy him back in the Madison restaurant.
The Alpha and a buddy in the passenger seat eye Dean right back and the Alpha smiles and waves as they pass by. Dean beats on the little cab window and when Carey opens it Dean tells them about the Alpha. Ron promises to watch out and Dean sat back down in his blanket nest. This is trouble, he knows the smell of it and when Ron hits the brakes hard a half mile further on Dean knows that trouble has arrived.
He stands and looks over the top of the truck. He sees the blue pickup sideways in the road, blocking the way north. The Alpha's friend is standing in front of the truck, aiming a rifle at Ron. Dean looks for the big Alpha but can't find him until there is a heavy thump and the man appears in the truck bed behind Dean.
The Alpha grabs the omega leash that Dean has fastened to the truck tie down hook and pulls Dean to him.
"Hello, pretty. Your Daddy should have sold you to me back in Madison, we wouldn't be having all this drama now. " The man grins and bares his teeth at Dean. He is a big, heavily muscled guy and he spins Dean in his arms and takes the other leash and ties Dean's arms behind his back with it.
As the man pulls on the leash attached to the neck collar Deans falls over the truck tailgate into the man's arms. Helpless and off balance, Deans is hustled along into the trees at the side of the road.
The Alpha wraps the leash around his hand and frees himself up enough to tie a bandana gag on Dean. Behind them Dean can hear Ron yelling at the Alpha's buddy. Dean hopes that Ron keeps Carey safe. Along with that it would be nice if Ron could possibly come and rescue Dean while he's at it.
Dean also realizes that it is very possible that these assholes will shoot both Ron and Carey. After all, picking up a stray, unclaimed Omega is no big deal but stealing one from another Alpha most likely involves prison time at least. It might even be worth killing the witnesses.
A dozen feet into the trees, the worst happens. The Alpha claws at Deans jeans, popping the belt and pulling Dean's clothing down to his knees. Dean's gun falls on the ground.
The Alpha looked at the gun. "What's that doing here? Don't you know that Omega's can't have guns? Bad, Omega. You're going to get punished for this." The alpha picked Dean's gun up off the ground. "You know, I should shove this little number right up your ass."
Pushing Dean to the ground the Alpha held him down with a foot on his bound arms as the man began to strip his own jeans off. "I'm going to have so much fun breaking you." He threatened. "You're going to learn to be a good Omega. No more guns, no more sitting in restaurants like a real person." Dean tried to rise. But the now half naked man reached down a huge hand and pushed Dean's face into the dirt. Dean continued to fight and squirm and move away from what is happening to him.
The Alpha grunts and swears behind him. "Hold still, bitch." The man growls and uses his other hand to jerk Dean's naked ass up in the air then tightens the leash to cut off the teenagers breathing. He's holding Dean's gun in the other hand and, keeping Dean immobile, the Alpha begins to rub the barrel of the gun up and down Dean's crack and over the Omega's entrance. Dean's own slick is smoothing the way and the Alpha forces the barrel against the tight muscle.
The Alpha is using the gun barrel like a dildo and Dean screams into the gag. "I really ought to pull the trigger, bitch." He growls. "But it would be a waste of a good fuck. I'm not going to go to all this trouble for a dead piece of ass" He pulls the gun out of Dean suddenly.
Dean feels the man's fingers fumbling at his entrance and he fights harder but his oxygen is running out and black circles begin to swarm in his sight. He can feel his own slick betraying him and it is the last thing he feels as he passes out.
Dean comes to with a god-damn tree trunk shoved up his ass. He screams again and tries to crawl away. Then a huge hand lands on his shoulder, holding him in place, and memories of John Winchester doing the same thing fills his head. The Alpha pounds away, huffing with every hit. "Good, good, good!" The assault increases harshly with every stroke.
There is a loud, abrupt noise and the Alpha stops pumping. Dean lifts his face out of the dirt and looks to the side to see Ron standing there with a rifle. He realizes he now has a dead man's cock up his ass as the Alpha's body begins to fall. Dean takes a sudden satisfaction in that the bastard didn't even get to come.
Ron came over and pulled the body off of Dean. Carey is trailing behind Ron, looking dead white and scared to death.
"Sorry, Dean." Ron says. "I tried to get here faster but the other one was hard to kill. I got here as fast as I could."
Dean just lays in the dirt, trying to get his breath back. Ron released Dean's arms from the leather leash and helps the teenager to stand, pulling up Dean's clothes as well as he can. The older Hunter looks around the scene, bracing Dean upright.
"I got a lot of work to do here and I have to go get the other body too." Ron looks at Carey. "Carey, get Dean back to the truck and lay him down on some blankets, then come back. I'll need your help with this mess."
"Can you drive?" Ron asks and Carey nods yes. "Ok, look for the keys to their truck on the body and get that truck off the road and as well hidden as you can make it. Don't worry about getting it back out of wherever you can get it to go."
Carey nods and takes one of Dean's arms and leads him back to the truck. When they get there Carey helps Dean crawl back into his nest of blankets and then leaves him there. Dean can hear Carey's footsteps going away. They stop for a while, by the body Dean thinks, and then the sound gets further away. Shortly thereafter Dean hears the roar of a truck engine.
Dean decides to simply check out for a while. He is sore and exhausted and disgusting fluids are trickling down his legs. He closes his eyes and just gives up.