A/N: Seeing the world through Sub Gabriel's eyes is a strange place. Also, it's kinda sad that this is how Gabriel thinks now. Talk about years of school wasted...
Gabriel hated the vet. The thermometer was always purposely cold and then he was forced to sit on a cold table. On some intellectual level, he knew it was important to go to the vet. But, twenty years of being a sub meant that his mind was sub state the majority of the time. There were really only brief moments where he would get clarity and think like a human.
Right now, was not one of those times. He whined softly and clung to his new alpha he was laid down on the exam table. He mewled fearfully as the vet spread his cheeks and forced the cold thermometer into his pussy. Gabriel whimpered at the temperature and hid his face in his alpha's shirt.
"Shh… It's okay, Gabe." Sam whispered tenderly, carding his fingers through Gabriel's hair loving. The very sound of his new alpha's voice was so relaxing. Gabriel found himself wishing that his master's scent gland was manifested already because he would give anything for the comfort of an alpha scent right now.
"Pretty bitch you've gotten yourself, son." The vet commented affectionately, patting Gabriel's ass approvingly. Gabriel wanted to pull away, he didn't like it when other doms touched him. But he didn't fight it, because his alpha okayed him being here.
"Thank you. He's a good boy." Sam replied. The new alpha's made Gabriel's heart flutter happily. His tiny clipped cock twitched excitedly at his alpha's praise. He began to purr softly and leaned into the hand petting his hair, "What can you tell me about him, Doctor?" Gabriel whined in discomfort as the thermometer was pulled free.
"Well, he's running a fever for one. Probably one of the reasons he looks so run down." The vet rolled Gabriel onto his back and rubbed his belly, making the sub mewl happily in reflex. Gabriel loved his belly rubbed but most of his alphas wouldn't do it.
"That's not good. Is he okay?" Gabriel frowned, his alpha sounded worried. But Gabriel wasn't really sure why. He didn't really understand the conversation that well while in his sub state.
"He's needs rest. You'll need to avoid rough sex with him for about a week." The doctor's words made Alpha shift uncomfortably but Gabriel didn't understand why. Alpha's probably upset about no rough sex. Too bad, Gabriel's used to violent intercourse with his alphas. Alphas love to beat their omegas while fucking them.
"Yes, Sir. Anything else? Please, this is my first sub. I want to make sure I'm caring for him properly." Alpha tells the vet while the arm under Gabriel's shoulders tightens protectively. It makes Gabriel feel funny. Is this what alpha love feels like. Gabriel's only ever heard of it before.
"Yes, your sub is malnourished and his milk sac is severely swollen." Gabriel whimpered at this, pawing at his alpha. Gabriel's milk sac was extremely sore and felt so heavy. It hurt whenever the omega crawled.
"Milk sac?" Alpha sounds so confused. Oh, right. Alpha's new to this, doesn't know all the terms yet.
"Oh, sorry. Yes, his milk sac, right here." The vet gently cupped Gabriel's balls with a cold hand. Gabriel shivered and pressed closer to Alpha, a small sob bubbled up from his throat. His milk sac was so painful to the touch, "On a full male, like a normal or dom, you'd call them testicles. On subs, they're milk sacs because they store the nutritional milk that a sub needs in order to stay healthy. Understand?"
"Yes, Doctor, thank you." Alpha's voice was tight, a little terse. Alpha was angry with the vet but Gabriel didn't understand why. But he stayed quiet as Alpha began to speak again, "Why is his m-milk sac swollen?"
"The same reason he's under nourished and has a fever." The vet huffed as he gently released Gabriel's milk sac. The sub whined it relief. He was so sore there that being held made his eyes water.
"Really?" Alpha was thumbing one of Gabriel's nipples soothingly, making the sub purr happily through the discomfort.
"Yes, Mr. Winchester." The vet sighed in frustration, "The cause is improper care by his previous owner. This omega hasn't been milked in at least a week and a half."
"A-and that'll cause him to get sick?" Alpha asked in wonder. He was so curious learning about subs.
"Oh yes! You see, each day, a sub makes new milk and it's stored in its milk sac. Milk sacs aren't like testicles, you can't just leave a milk sac alone. Because every couple of days, the sub needs to be milked to relieve the pressure in the sac and so that the sub can drink its servings of milk. These provide it with the nutrients to keep the sub healthy. In order to make sure that the sub gets enough milk, it just keeps storing inside the sac. You leave a sub without milking long enough and the sac will become severely damaged and the sub will need to be neutered for health reasons."
"Oh god." Alpha gasped softly in horror, pulling Gabriel too him.
"But, fortunately for you, that level of damage requires about a month's worth of neglect. If you start your omega on milkings today and slowly relieve the pressure over the next couple days, the swelling and pain will go away."
"Thank you, Doctor." Alpha's voice sounded wet, like he was close to crying. Gabriel was pulled into Alpha's arms while still sitting on the table. He wanted to comfort his upset alpha so he lovingly nuzzled and licked at Alpha's throat. Alpha smiled at him and began to pet him, "Oh, you're such a good boy, Gabriel. I'm gonna get you home and take care of you." Gabriel didn't really understand the second sentence right now but he did understand that his alpha thought he was a good boy. He smiled happily and leaned up, licking Sam's cheek.
Gabriel was feeling better about this visit until the vet started to speak again. The tone and attitude from the man made Gabriel start to tremble. He was scared of what his alpha would be told.
"Mr. Winchester, there's another important matter we need to discuss." The vet started solemnly as he gently petted Gabriel's hip and belly. His words made Alpha freeze as he was stroking Gabriel's hair and neck.
"What is it?" Alpha asked fearfully. He watched Gabriel as the vet fed the omega a soft treat. Gabriel happily gobbled it down. He didn't get sweets as often as he liked. But, the omega's joy was stolen away by his master's fear.
"I'm afraid that I have to inform you that your omega's been severely overbred. Omegas usually only litter once or twice in their lifetime. That's the healthy amount, because litters have a minimum of three to four pups each. That alone is more children than most normal women birth their whole life." The vet's words made Gabriel tremble and whimper. People always say that omegas have terrible memories but Gabriel could remember birthing each and every pup, waiting expectantly to nurse each one and never getting to. The memories brought tears to his eyes and he hid his face in his Alpha's shirt, beginning to sob as all the memories rushed him.
"Overbred." Sam whispered weakly as he looked down at the omega clinging to him. He stroked Gabriel's hair lovingly, listening to the sub sob, "How… How many litters has he had?"
"I just got his paper work in recently but I did see birthing records." The vet sighed tiredly. He hated it when people overbred their subs without a care for the sub's health. He gently rubbed the omega's abused belly, "He's had four litters so far. That's a lot of pups, son."
Sam gasped at the answer in horror. He was speechless as he looked down at his sobbing sub. He pulled it closer, trying to comfort it. Four litters, that was at the very least twelve pups. This poor omega.
"Son, I know he's your first sub, but if I were you, I would consider having him spayed. At his age and birthing record, it could be dangerous to force a fifth litter out of him. You've seem to have taken a shine to him. If you want my advice for his best option. Get him spayed, make him your pleasure/bedroom omega so he can have the most comfort, and then start your harem with a younger omega for breeding."
"Spaying would be safest for him?" Sam whispered weakly, tenderly wiping away Gabriel's tears. Sam needed Gabriel safe more than he needed kids. They could always adopt.
"Yes, Sir."
"Okay. Can we get it done today?" Sam asked the vet while hugging Gabriel close.
He was so intent on the vet that he didn't notice Gabriel stiffen. New tears started to well up in Gabriel's eyes. Because no, this wasn't fair! Gabriel didn't want to be spayed. He wanted to carry Sam's litter!
But what could he do? He was an omega. He didn't have a say in what happened to his body. The alpha was always right.
"Yes, we could but I don't advise it, Mr. Winchester."
"You don't?"
"No, not right now. Getting spayed is still surgery. He still needs to be strong for that. Due to the malnutrition and lack of milking, he's very weak right now. My honest opinion for right now would be to take him home and get him healthy first. He's not in heat and you won't acquire your full knot for a few more days, so we don't have to worry about an accidental breeding."
"Oh, okay." Sam let out a relieved breath and a great deal of the tension left Gabriel as well, "So, I should just take him home now?"
"Yes. Take him home, hose him off, and put him to bed with a milker on to get that swelling down. I'll give you one that's for his penis size. The one-inch cut is extremely popular for clipped subs."
"Thank you again, Doctor." Sam smiled brightly and shook the vet's hand. This vet was by far the nicest person Sam had met in the dom/sub society.
"You're very welcome, Son." The vet shook his hand and pulled away, "I'll go get everything you need as a starter kit for your new sub. That includes two pet bowls, collar, leash, genital bindings…"
"Genital bindings?"
"Yes. When a sub gets fussy or anxious, genital binding and letting them cockwarm is the only way to relax them."
"oh."
"Now, where was I? Oh yes. a booklet on milking, a few starter toys, and a booklet on the changes you'll be noticing in your own body soon as an alpha."
"That sounds great, thanks." Honestly, half those items made Sam feel sick. He didn't want to think about the pet bowls but he did. Reality was too strong. He was going to have to feed and water Gabriel out of dog bowls because the sub probably didn't even remember how to eat and drink as a human. He couldn't punish Gabriel for not understanding because he was trained to behave like an animal.
"Welcome. Just take your sub to the checkout counter, I'll be there soon." The pound's vet smiled brightly and left.
Sam smiled sadly and nuzzled Gabriel. He stroked his hair and kissed away his tears, whispering, "Don't you worry, Gabriel. I'm here now. I'll get you spayed, you'll be safe. I'll never let anyone breed you again." With that, he carried the omega out of the room. He didn't notice the defeated, heartbroken sob that escaped the omega or the stream of new tears dripping down its cheeks.
~*~Chapter End~*~