The sweet smell of cherries with a hint of honey overwhelmed him, as if someone had actually placed a freshly baked cake in front of him. The smell of happy Alpha. It was heavy and fell on his hunched back like a warm blanket. Suddenly, for a little while at least, he didn't feel like he was doing something against his will as he forced himself to bow his head and show his neck. He knew the feeling. It happened to him sometimes, when his dad was really happy, he'd throw his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close and flooding him with his scent. That's when his Omega would curl up in a ball, purring contentedly and enjoying the feeling of security it brought with it.
Only it was Dad. His Alpha. This was the fucking mob boss who was about to... get to know him better. He barely suppressed a bitter grin and forced himself to keep his head down. Why all the stupid talk around here? He might as well have said he'd spare Dean's life and not hurt Sammy by pulling down his pants and bending over the nearest barrel.
With a sickening, icy feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized that the Alpha didn't even have to pretend that he was giving him a choice between his life and the safety of his brother and getting fucked. Alpha could have left him tied up, just thrown him on the ground and done whatever he wanted.
Dean couldn't stop him.
Yeah, he could and would fight back. He'd kick and bite and swear, but he'd still end up with a knot in his ass because he didn't stand a chance. Not with his hands tied. Not without a gun. Not when Alpha had three other guys in charge who could easily hold him off. And he couldn't even escape, even if he tried to use the gun that lay before him to escape. He was a pretty good shot, but even the best and fastest fucking shot in the world couldn't kill four armed guys before they killed him. Besides, these weren't just some ordinary assholes with guns, there were dozens of them around, these were real criminals for whom killing was part of their job.
He was just fucked. His only option was to keep his head down, be a small, submissive Omega, and hope that Alpha would keep his promise and let him walk away in at least a somewhat usable state when he'd done his time.
Suddenly, a shiver of panic ran down his spine and his heart raced as it occurred to him that maybe Alpha didn't just have fucking on his mind. Maybe 'getting to know each other better' meant he wanted to mate Dean. He was one of those types who believed in Kindred.
He cast a quick glance at the gun still on the crate.
If he reached for it, he'd be dead, and that would be pretty fucked up, because then Sam would be alone. He probably wouldn't even worry about it the first day, he had enough food and medicine and it wouldn't be the first time Dean hadn't come home at night. He'd wait another two or three days, worrying, before he started making phone calls to hospitals and morgues and his dad's friends. Eventually he'd call his dad, and hopefully he'd be back before Sammy ran out of money completely.
If the Alpha had paired him up, it would have been only slightly better. He damn well doubted he'd let him go back to Sam, but maybe he'd at least let him call and reassure him that he was okay. Then Sam wouldn't do something stupid like go looking for him and Dean wouldn't have to worry about him when he was trying to find a way to get away from the Alpha.
From what he'd heard, it was damn hard for a mated Omega to leave his Alpha, and it had unpleasant consequences. Something about Omega becoming addicted to his Alpha's pheromones and without them, nausea, vomiting, anxiety and things like that came. Just lots and lots and lots of shit that I'm sure he could somehow handle, except maybe...
He swallowed hard.
He'd also heard that mating could trigger humping. If everything went to shit, and it mostly did, because that was Dean's life, he could wake up in the morning mated and with an Alpha puppy whose name he didn't even know.
Would that have been so bad? The sick, twisted Omega part of his brain asked. Look at that Alpha. He smells like pie, like home, like safety, and he actually looks pretty damn good. Those blue eyes to drown in, the sexy tousled hair and the softly tanned muscles looming under his shirt. He was also strong, fucking rich and literally killer, so he could take care of you. And he was in charge of not one dangerous guy or two, but maybe a whole criminal organization or gang. There was something exciting about all of this that actually made his Omega growl contentedly, telling Dean himself that he could trust the Alpha, even if it was complete bullshit.
He knew that he was, in fact, in huge trouble.
He looked for his gun again. Maybe now that Alpha was convinced he wouldn't try anything, he could...
"We're done here for the day," Alpha said, standing up.
That was apparently a command for the sprawled Beta, who had been at Alpha's side the whole time, to take his gun from the crate, thus taking away any chance Dean had of even the slightest chance of defending himself. There was still the matter of trying to escape, but he'd take a bullet in the back.
"Come on, Dean, you're coming with me," Alpha urged him.
Of course, he planned to take him elsewhere. What was he thinking, that this Alpha would even want to do anything in an old warehouse. After all, he had a watch worth their six-month food budget. Surely he wouldn't want to spend half an hour tied up with Dean, his pants at his knees, in the cold, while rusty water dripped down his collar.
"Yes, Alpha," he replied as calmly as he could, even though he would have preferred to tell him to fuck off, and at the same time felt the words knot in his throat, tight with fear.
He stood up and allowed himself to look up, too, because he noticed Alpha putting on his jacket, which had been discarded on the chair until now. It was well cut, but for some reason it still made Alpha look a bit like an accountant, rather than a mobster. Yeah, he wasn't exactly Don Corleone, at least not at first glance, but when Dean looked around, he knew that was exactly who Alpha was.
He exuded an aura that kept the big Beta at a respectful distance, and the other two Betas began clearing away chairs without a single instruction from the Alpha. It certainly wasn't the first time they'd done it. They knew their jobs damn well.
Alpha straightened his cuffs in a learned motion and cast Dean one long look before turning and heading off in the opposite direction the two Betas had pulled Dean before.
His gaze wandered unconsciously to the open door. Maybe he still could... the sprawled Beta blocked his view and put a hand to his side so that he could pull off his warm down jacket and overly ostentatiously display his gun holster. He didn't need to say anything. Everything was clear.
He followed Alpha across the warehouse to the other exit, where a black car was waiting. An old model Mercedes, he couldn't tell how old because he wasn't very familiar with European cars. But it looked expensive and shined in a way that made it clear someone had taken great care of it.
Before they could reach the car, the driver's door opened and -
Fuck!
Out of the car slid the biggest, most muscular man he'd ever seen in his life. He must have been over six feet tall and a hundred and fifty pounds in muscle. It was a fucking miracle he could even fit in the driver's seat, he was that huge, and besides... Dean sucked in air and smelled the Alpha painfully clearly. The smell of red-hot iron and dried-on dirt mingled with a strong, pungent musk. The Alpha's face looked like it was carved out of stone, his hands were like goddamn paddles, and as he rounded the car, Dean could have sworn he was pushing air in front of him like a locomotive.
The gigantic Alpha stopped right above him and Dean couldn't help but look up like a frightened rabbit.
"My driver and bodyguard. His name is Igor, but we call him Golem," the Alpha introduced him.
"Hmmm," was the Golem's only response, probably squeezed out of his huge nostrils, then he bent down and reached for the back door of the car, revealing a chunk of massive neck that was wrapped in a tattoo of bloody barbed wire. Another torturer, and not just any torturer, this one was known for killing other prisoners and proud to claim it.
"Do you know what a Golem is, my Omega?" Alpha asked, interrupting him from staring at the giant's tattoo.
He turned and met the blue eyes. He quickly lowered his gaze, just as the small part of him told him to do, and tried to completely ignore the much larger part that told him to look Alf squarely in the face and say 'I know damn well what a golem is. It's a message that says if you fight back, if you try to run away or do anything to me, the Golem will squash you like a fly.'
"No, Alpha, I don't know," he said instead.
"It's a creature from Jewish mythology," Alpha said, as if they were just talking, and put his hand on Dean's back. It was big and hot, and its heat seeped through his thin T-shirt and into his cold skin. It suddenly occurred to him that it was the beginning of autumn, the nights were already cool, and he was outside in just a t-shirt. Yeah, that's exactly what he thought, the places of frantic panic he should have felt when the Alpha touched him. He didn't know why the hell he wasn't freaking out, but he just didn't. He remained calm under his touch, even leaning unconsciously in his direction, and finally, against his better judgment and what seemed like reason, he looked up into the Alpha's eyes.
His nose was immediately assaulted by the scent of happy Alpha and he inhaled it fully.
"Golems have many meanings and forms, and you find them in many Jewish stories, but the one that our Golem is named after," as Alpha spoke, he gently pushed Dean towards the open car door, and to his own amazement, he didn't even resist, "is about the Rabbi of Prague. He was called Rabbi Löw, a scholar and philosopher who really lived in the second half of the sixteenth century. Legend has it that he used the secret arts of the Jews, even the secret of Creation itself, to bring to life a powerful being kneaded from clay to protect his charges," he paused in his narrative, his eyes sliding to Dean's jaw.
They rested there for a moment before he moved his hand from his back and gently took his chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning his head a little to the side. "It's starting to bruise there. It could use an ice pack," he stated conversationally before dropping his jaw again and giving a little nod to the car. "Get in."
It was clearly a command, but it didn't hold much force. It could easily be defied, not that it made any sense. He didn't really have a way or a place to run, so he obediently climbed into the car.
He slipped into the homely smell of cherries and almonds, which wasn't too strong because the air conditioning was running full blast, but it was persistent. Soaked into the expensive upholstery covering every smooth surface. This was the alpha's space, undisturbed by anything, not even the smell of the driver, as the front of the car was separated from the back by a wall similar to the ones they had in taxis. Only this one was airtight, probably soundproof and opaque, so the generously sized rear compartment of the car was a private place where anything could happen and no one would see. Even the windows were opaque from the outside. It was a bit of a trap.
Alpha got in and the Golem slammed the door behind him.
They found themselves alone together in the suddenly small car.
Dean tensed in fearful anticipation. Was this supposed to happen here and now? Hell yeah, it could. There was plenty of room, much more than in the back seat of the Baba, and Dean knew he could do anything in there. The alpha might as well have rolled him onto the seat, or at least grabbed his hair and shoved his head into his crotch to have some fun before the big event of the evening in the form of Dean's virgin ass. He could do anything and no one would hear or see. Not that the driver would have done anything, even if he knew what was going on.
He pushed himself up against the door in an attempt to get as far away as he could, which was as futile as trying to run away or letting out all the newly rising anger that was choking his throat along with the lump of what he convinced himself were not swallowed tears. Whatever happened today or now, he wasn't going to give this lost Alpha the pleasure of seeing him cry or beg. He was going to be the obedient, submissive Omega he was expected to be, because he wasn't going to come to broken bones or pit the Alpha against himself - he did act like an idiot at times, but he wasn't really stupid and he knew the situation he was in - but he wasn't going to beg for his life or for mercy or for it to be over already. He would stay strong.
The car got moving.
He looked out the window, but it was no use. He already knew they were somewhere near the water, among the warehouses, but that was about it.
He dug his nails into the seat and tried hard to pretend he was alone in the car while he looked at the passing cars they had just put themselves between. It was damn hard, though, because the strength of Alf's scent increased the longer they were in the small space together, mixing with Dean's in a strangely soothing blend. He inhaled it in small sips, but he inhaled it and it comforted him in a strange way. His stomach was still coldly clenched with fear of what was to come, his jaw tight as he suppressed his rage, but his inner Omega was completely at peace. Lulled by Alpha's wonderful tart scent that made Dean's muscles feel strangely supple.
He felt almost almost... drunk and angry and scared all at the same time. It was the worst he'd ever felt, because his omega instincts were pulling him towards the smell of Alpha, Alpha himself, and his rational brain was also reminding him over and over again of what that same, beautiful smelling Alpha had made him agree to. What was he going to have to do tonight when... when they actually went where? He wondered with another twinge of apprehension.
"Where are we going, Alpha?" He asked before he could decide if it was a reasonable question to ask, and since he couldn't keep his mouth shut, he continued, "To your house? Or to the hotel?"
He hoped to the hotel. He certainly didn't want to go to Alf's house. That was his territory, one he was in complete control of and literally had the keys to. A hotel, even the best one in town, was actually a public space. You couldn't leave a dead body lying around in the hallway or lock anyone in a room. The hotel was a chance to escape. By the time the Alpha was done with him, he'd definitely want to take a nap or a shower, and that would be Dean's chance to get out of the room. Then back to their motel, pick up Sam and get out of town as fast as he could.
He heard the creak of the seat and felt movement as the Alpha moved in close. Very close. All the way into his personal space, so that their knees were almost touching, and then a hand settled on his thigh.
He stiffened as much as his strangely flaccid muscles would allow and looked down at the hand that stood out against his jeans. It was definitely a lot bigger than the hands he'd seen there, because they were the hands of beta and sometimes omega girls; tiny and delicate. The alpha's hand was undeniably masculine, with thick black hair and the wide, scarred knuckles of a man who had dealt many blows. Which didn't go well with the meticulous manicure and the wide shiny gold ring that largely covered some tattoos. Maybe a star or a pentagram...
Dean cleared his throat and sucked in air.
The scent of cherry was all around him, as intoxicating as ever and much more intense than when the Alpha was sitting at the other end of the seat. And it was changing rapidly. The honeyed sweetness of happiness mingled with the musky scent of arousal, stirring a new wave of fear in Dean, and also... confusion? Yeah, there was what he would have considered the smell of surprise, confusion, and uncertainty in anyone else. Ridiculous. As if this damn knotty Alpha could be confused about anything.
"You'd like to come to my place, Dean...?" The Alpha asked, the question clear at the end.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he giving him a choice or something? He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing hysterically. He really was sitting here with a sadistic bastard. First he'd dragged him into some fucking Russian roulette where he could either get shot or fucked, and now he was being given the choice again where he'd rather get his ass kissed. Perfect. Beautiful! Alpha could go fuck himself.
"I'd rather go to a hotel if I can choose," he replied, and fuck it, let the bastard hear all the bitter biting. "I don't think either of us wants me to know any more about you than I already do. Also, we can order some food for the room when we're done."
He kept his gaze downcast the whole time, trying hard not to look back at Alf with a smirk.
The silence stretched.
"Look at me," Alpha ordered.
It was a much firmer order this time than the last, and it would take some effort to defy the natural voice telling him to comply. Though in this case, he wouldn't even want to resist. He wanted to look the bastard in the eye the whole time and show him that he wasn't afraid of him. That he wasn't really the submissive Omega bitch he wanted to make him out to be.
He looked straight into Alf's cerulean eyes, which were slightly squinted. The alpha tilted his head to the side in a gesture of utter confusion, and even had his lips parted slightly so that his golden fangs shone through. He would have looked almost endearingly clueless if this wasn't the same guy who'd killed two Betas in front of Dean and then had him kidnapped just to get him to agree to get fucked.
"Where do you think I'm taking you?" Alpha asked.
"What do I know..." he snorted, bitterness in his voice. "Probably to your place or some hotel. Just somewhere with a bed. I mean, I hope you want to do it on a bed because, man, I hurt my knee a while back and I don't really feel like kneeling on the floor. So I'm definitely voting for a bed if I have a vote."
The alpha watched him without blinking, only his eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared as he sucked in air deeply. Dean could imagine what he was feeling. His own excited scent and then Dean's anger and fear. He could do his best not to let on how afraid he was, and if it was the smell, he could fill it more with his anger, but he still couldn't completely cover the fear. He just couldn't, no matter how fucking hard he tried, not being some whiny omega bundle of nerves.
Suddenly the hand was off his thigh and Alpha pulled away.
"We're going back to your motel."
No! No! Fuck, no!
He didn't want Alpha anywhere near Sammy.
He clenched his fists, ready to use them.
"You said you wouldn't hurt Sammy! You gave me your word!"
"I don't plan on doing anything to your brother."
"Then why are we going after him! Hm?! Do you want to fuck me while he's in bed next door, you crazy psycho?!" He spat angrily, intending it to be an insult before he realized it might as well be true. The alpha couldn't be any younger than Dean's dad and had kidnapped a sixteen year old boy. That said a lot about his twisted tastes.
"I don't want to... fuck you, Dean," Alpha retorted, surprisingly calm for a small, meek Omega that was growling furiously at him and attacking him.
"Sure...! You just want to get to know me better," he scoffed, well aware that he was going to get carried away, but he didn't care. If he couldn't protect Sam, it didn't matter what the Alpha did to him. And maybe if she took it out on him, he'd leave Sam alone.
"You thought 'getting to know each other better' meant sex?" Alpha wondered, and it seemed his surprise was genuine, he even smelled of confusion again.
He was laughing now.
"What else would it mean!"
"Exactly what I said," Alpha replied, still calm. "I'm a very... how do I put this in your language... Straight man...?" He said it half with a question at the end. "Believe me, I usually mean what I say literally. When I asked for a chance to get to know you better, I meant that I wanted to know more about you. I want us to get to know each other. Sex will come later."
Alpha was mad. Completely insane or... or he was telling the truth. Dean honestly wasn't sure which was worse. At least, if he was telling the truth, it meant his ass was safe at the moment.
"You want me to believe you and I don't even know your name."
The alpha frowned a little and opened his mouth in confusion.
"You're right, I haven't told you yet," he admitted with that thoughtful confused expression that Dean found endearing; god, that was sick thinking. The alpha reached out a hand to him, the same one he had placed on his thigh a moment ago, and introduced himself, "Castiel Novak."
He stared incredulously at the proffered hand. The gesture was so absurdly formal that most of his fear and anger melted away in utter confusion. After all the turmoil of emotions, all that was left was a flutter in his stomach and his head almost emptied, so that when he raised his hand to accept the proffered greeting, he did so more automatically than consciously.
"Dean Winchester," he replied learnedly, even giving his real name.
"I know," the Alpha pointed out as his hand dropped.
Silence reigned again. Neither of them moved. Dean was afraid to break the strange void. And Alpha because...he wasn't sure what he was doing. He watched Dean's face intently and very closely, so it would seem he wanted him to submit, like a proper Omega. Only there was nothing remotely resembling an Alpha pose in the way he held his shoulders and how relaxed his facial features were. And there was nothing more to his scent than cherries and almonds with a happy sweet hint of honey and the last remnants of musky excitement that the air conditioning was quickly carrying away.
He just watched silently, as if Dean was all he wanted to see.
And Dean didn't know what to do other than watch in return. To study his face. A sharp chin dusted with a day's worth of stubble, but it didn't hide the thin, faded scar on the left side of his lower jaw. Slightly parted, pale pink lips that showed the whiteness of teeth and the gleam of golden fangs. Really nice nose, but it had minor deformities that told that it had been broken and straightened more than once. Wildly disheveled hair that probably didn't know what a comb looked like, thick and dark, though there was already a little silver shining through. And finally those incredible blue eyes, framed by tiny wrinkles at the corners and dark brows thinned in a few places by old scars.
He inhaled the cherry scent and licked his lips slowly.
"Now what?" He finally broke the awkward moment between them, because he had to know what was coming. If Alpha was telling the truth and wasn't going to drag him somewhere in the hotel to tie him up, and if he wasn't even planning on hurting Sammy, Dean had no idea what was going to happen next tonight. Some bullshit about Kindred and getting to know each other was just... bullshit. He wasn't buying it. He didn't get it. Hell, he was completely out of it. He didn't know the rules.
"I'll take you back to your motel," Alpha said.
"And then?"
"Then?" Alpha repeated thoughtfully, frowning a little, his gaze sliding to the side as if carefully considering what should happen next. "Then we could meet for lunch or dinner within the next week. I own a little restaurant that makes a great borscht and it looks almost like home in Moscow." He actually smiled a tiny smile and tilted his head to the side just a little, his eyes focused on Dean again with such intensity. "What do you say, Omega? We have a lot to talk about. For example, we need to find a better place for you and your brother to live. And a better job for you if you want to keep working."
With those few sentences, the alpha painted an incredible picture of his... no, no, their, his and Sam's future in front of him. They wouldn't be traveling from place to place anymore, Sammy could finally make real friends, he could study in peace, they'd have a place - probably a nice one, maybe even a luxurious one - to live, and who knows, maybe Sam could go to any university and not have to worry about getting a scholarship. Not that he didn't trust his little brother to get a scholarship anywhere he wanted. He was a smart puppy. But it was always better to be safe. Would the Alpha have given it to him? It sounded like it. He'd talked about housing for both of them, as if Sam was part of the package for him, even though he'd never seen him.
The idea was... nice. The Omega inside him purred contentedly in complete trust in this Alpha who was just perfect. Strong, caring, and providing a safe and comfortable home for both Dean and Sam.
No, bullshit!
The alpha didn't really want to do anything like that. It was just a game. The kind of sweet talk he wanted to seduce Dean with because it wasn't enough to just fuck and knot him and not have to worry about anything more, like any other Alpha would. This Alpha, for some warped reason, wanted Dean to actually go along with everything and maybe even fall in love. Probably because he was a crazed murderous psychopath who believed in the True Mates.
How did the Alpha think Dean was stupid? Probably a lot. Just a stupid, naive, manipulative little Omega who gets wet at the first mention of him taking care of her and her puppy.
That alone was a warning. What kind of Alpha would take in a stranger's puppy? The idea was ridiculous. Alphas wanted puppies of their own.
"Okay, Alpha," he agreed, not letting on that he'd seen through his game. Just let the knot think he'd gotten what he wanted and when he woke up tomorrow morning looking for Dean, he and Sammy would be long gone from town.
The happy scent of cherries with honey sweetness filled the air along with the Alpha's smile. He looked so content as he squinted his eyes and let out a... god, it sounded like a low purr, almost a growl, coming from his broad chest and giving Dean a strange warm feeling and a desire to purr as well that tickled his throat.
He gritted his teeth and refused to give in to such a stupid Omega urge.
"Give me your cell phone," the Alpha demanded.
He didn't argue, he wanted to keep up the appearance that Alf was buying his bullshit, so he just reached into his pocket and handed him his phone.
He watched silently as Alpha stored what was probably his number in his cell phone and then as he made a quick call to get Dean's number, finally handing the phone back to him.
"My number. Text or call whenever you want or need anything."
"Sure, Alpha," he agreed a second time, and after a brief glance at the display, which read a simple 'Castiel' and a number, he shoved the phone back into his jeans.
Alpha seemed about to say something else, but something behind Dean's back caught his attention.
"Looks like we're at your motel."
As Alpha said this, he automatically turned his head to the window behind his back, where the silhouette of their motel was indeed looming, lit mostly by the neon sign at the entrance to the parking lot but also a little by the few lights that were dimly shining on the facade. He was so distracted he didn't even notice when they pulled into the parking lot or even when they stopped.
"I have something else for you," the Alpha got his attention again.
He turned to him, tensing a little as the Alpha leaned in slightly. It quickly became apparent that he had just reached into his pants pocket and pulled out Dean's wallet. The damn wallet with the damn fake ID that was supposed to protect him but had actually gotten him into the shit he was in now.
The alpha handed him the wallet and waited patiently, eyebrows slightly raised, before forcing himself to move and carefully take it from him as if it was going to explode in the next moment. It didn't, of course. It was just a wallet.
The door behind him clicked as the driver opened it, and cold air enveloped his back. The way out was clear, but he still sat motionless, waiting for... hell, he didn't know what. Certainly not for permission from Alpha. No, there was no way he needed that, so he didn't hesitate any further and quickly slipped out of the car.
"And Dean..." came from behind him, making him freeze at first and then turn slowly to see Alpha leaning towards the open door, "I look forward to seeing you again. Sleep well."
He didn't know what to say in reply, so he just turned around and was about to make a quick dash for their room, only to almost bump into the giant Alpha. The golem was still right in front of him, a hot wall of flesh and acrid smell, looking down at Dean with small, cold eyes.
He nodded.
"Propusti yego, Golem," came the order from the car.
The gigantic Alpha made a vague grunting sound, but without protest or delay, stepped aside and let Dean pass.
He quickly pushed past him and headed for the door, trying his best not to run. He wanted to be inside as soon as possible in a place that seemed at least somewhat safe, and he especially wanted to check on Sam, but he knew there was nothing more foolish than running from not one Alpha, but two.
He got to the motel door and reached into his pocket for the key and when he tried to open it and failed twice to put the key in the lock, he found his hands began to shake slightly.
He clenched his jaws, forced himself to control the trembling, and then finally managed to unlock and open it.
A damp snore greeted him in the room, the air heavy with the smell of sickness and a few days of unwashed Alpha puppy. Normally, this would have pissed him off big time. As if he hadn't told Sam a hundred times that he needed to air out for at least ten minutes every day when the air conditioning was practically non-functional. But this time, relief washed over him.
He took only two steps to check that Sammy was in his bed, his back to the door, and then quickly walked over to the window and looked out.
The Mercedes had just started up, circled the parking lot, and then headed for the exit. He watched it just long enough until it merged into traffic on the road, then started packing up. They couldn't take much because they didn't have a car. Dad dropped them off with all their stuff and then took the Impala and drove away completely light, with only what he had on and one small bag.
That meant they had luggage for three people, plus a bag of guns. He'd have to take that for sure, and the essentials like toothbrushes and a few change of clothes in one common bag. He didn't know where they were going yet. He ran through the list of all their friends and acquaintances in his head and didn't pick a name yet. But he knew they had to leave now, tonight, if they were to have any chance of getting away.
He set both bags by the door. All he had to do was grab the money he'd left in Sammy's kitchen tonight and a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and he could wake Sam up to get dressed and then head out. The buses may have had shitty intervals at night, but he'd rather sit at the station until morning than stay in a motel.
He grabbed the money off the counter and was about to put it in his pocket when he froze.
On the other side of the parking lot, under the only lamp that wasn't lit, was a dark car that hadn't been there ten minutes ago. Sure, it could have been a new customer to the motel, but the car windows were open and as Dean slowly moved closer to the window to get a better look, he saw that there were two men sitting in the car. One had just stuck his hand out to flick the ash off his cigarette.
Dean backed up and leaned against the shelf the microwave was on.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He groaned in a desperate whisper so as not to wake Sammy.
He didn't remember another car following Alf's Mercedes, but it wasn't like he was particularly focused. He didn't. He sat, squeezed in the corner like a bundle of nerves, thinking only that Alfa was planning to bend him over and fuck him. He'd fucked up. He'd forgotten the training that spoke clearly; find escape routes, look for weapons, check the area. He hadn't done any of that and now they were both trapped.
"Fuck..." he breathed his last, pressing his hand to his mouth.
He had to figure out what to do quickly. Obviously he couldn't leave right now. The guys in the car were surely here for one reason; to keep him in town. If he tried to escape... yeah, he imagined the weird deal he had with Alpha would fall through and that would be the end of it. He could totally see himself and Sam sinking to the bottom of the Hudson with their concrete boots.
God, that was so fucked up.
He needed help.
And he needed a gun.
He did that first. He pulled a 9mm out of his gun bag, loaded it, and then sat down at his desk before pulling out his cell phone. He had no choice but to call their Alpha, because if there was any chance of getting out of here, it was only with his dad and the car.
After five rings a voice came on instructing him to leave a voicemail.
"I have a problem, sir. I need your help. Sammy is fine, but call me as soon as you can, Alpha," he left a brief message and then hung up the call. Dad hated long-winded talk and also always made him remember not to leave messages telling where he was or why he was calling. That was too much information that the enemy could use against him.
He put his cell phone down on the table but left his hand on it and did the same with his gun. Finally, with a sigh, he leaned back against the hard back of the chair and waited.
Propusti yego, Golem - Let him go, Golem
