"... and then he turns around and starts screaming. Aaaaa!" Dean added his scream to the generally very loud buzz of the place, waving his hand wildly. "You think... well, you think there's going to be this melted zombie, but it's just a mouse. Get it? He's screaming about a mouse! A regular, tiny mouse... made of plastic!" he added, starting to giggle.

"I get it. It's funny because the mouse is plastic."

"Of course it's plastic. It's a B-horror movie and the actress was scared of mouses. The point is... um," he hesitated, looking at Castiel with a confused, unfocused gaze. "Where did I... yeah, right. The point is mostly that she has no idea that the slimeball is waiting for her behind the shower curtain, melting into the tub. Get it?"

"Yes," he nodded a second time, looking a little wistfully towards the bar, next to which was the door to the bathroom. "I need to go to the bathroom..."

"It's just like in Blood Claws Three. There's that busty blonde Omega again at the beginning..."

"Dean," he interrupted, extending his hand out from under his with some regret. In a rush of excitement from talking about his favorite horror movies, Dean had clasped his hand a while ago and they'd been holding each other ever since. Castiel ran his thumb over the soft, smooth skin of Dean's fingers, trying with sincere determination to listen to what Omega was telling him, though it was difficult for many reasons. For one thing, Dean couldn't keep his attention even under normal circumstances. For example, their chat... sometimes Omega's messages seemed more like a thought collage than an attempt at conversation, and Castiel had trouble keeping up with him. And while four glasses of beer and two of bourbon had brightened his green eyes and brought a flush to his cheeks that accentuated the tiny freckles scattered across his face, they hadn't exactly done much to help Dean focus. The words poured out of him in an unstoppable stream full of detours and loops.

And secondly, not only did he really desperately need a smoke, he wanted to piss badly, and had been for a good twenty minutes now.

"What?" Dean finally looked at him really intently.

"I have to go pee. And then we'll take a break," he added as he stood up, indicating smoking a cigarette at the same time.

"Sure," he nodded, whereupon he paused, his face filling with uncertainty that seeped into his scent. "Erm... I guess you should know that locking up doesn't really work here. You have to kind of... you know, hold the door and then just..." He tried to express something confused with his hands.

"Dean... I've been in much worse places than this. Nothing can surprise me in the toilets, not even a occupied glory hole" he assured him with a condescending smile before leaning down and burying his nose in the golden crown of his hair.

Omega growled. It was a familiar yet different sound than he was used to from the few Alphas he'd spent more than one night with, growling to prove their somewhat redundant favor. In fact, usually when one of his acquaintances did that or otherwise attempted anything more than sex, it earned him an immediate and one-way trip out of Castiel's life But this time... with Dean... His own growl joined his Omega's and his inner Alpha yearned for one thing; to mark his Omega, who was literally clamoring to be spanked and owned with his growl and the way he bowed his head.

He stretched his neck, tilted his head and rubbed his jaw against Dean's bowed head. His scent instantly mingled with Omega's in a perfect combination. He buried his nose in the tousled hair one last time to check his mark, and when he and his Alpha found with satisfaction that it was where it should be and a perfect fit, he straightened with a sigh.

"I'll be right back."

He quickly headed across the nearly full bar, checking the three other Alphas that were in the place with a glance on the way. One was sitting far away at the bar, watching TV while sipping from a bottle of beer. He didn't pose much of a threat. The other two were much closer to his Omega, but one was there with his Omega, giving it his full attention, except for the few glances he and Castiel exchanged. But the last one... he was close, at the same tables against the wall, alone and looking in their direction almost every time he checked on him. He was looking even now. He watched as he marked his Omega and had the audacity to smile as Castiel passed him, even raising his glass of ale in something of a toast.

With a low growl, he parted his right side of his lips, letting his golden fangs show. That was one of the reasons, and a great advantage, for having a replacement the size of a fully erected fang; it supported his every argument perfectly. And it worked this time, too. The other Alpha looked surprised, more surprised than offended, letting his glass drop to the table and relaxing his shoulders. The message was pretty clear. The alpha probably really meant no harm by his behavior, he just liked Dean and appreciated Castiel's choice. On the one hand, of course, that was upsetting, because he didn't like the idea of someone trying to take his Dean, but on the other hand... He would have been more than happy to tell the Alpha to his face that yes, this Omega was mine, no one else could have it, and you were only allowed to be jealous from afar.

He let his lip drop, but he puffed out his chest while nodding that he acknowledged Alf's retreat. They exchanged one last look and then he let it go, speeding up a little more to get to the bathroom before anyone else.

He did his business while he wondered why Omega had warned him so much about the toilet in particular. Of course, there was one for the whole place, as was quite often the case in American pubs, and so it smelled and was worn no matter how hard they tried to keep the place clean. But it wasn't nearly as bad as Dean suggested.

It looked entirely appropriate for the battered but clean bar he made his way to after he was done. He was in the mood for something other than the bourbon he'd been drinking so far, and he wasn't in the mood to wait. Besides, he wanted to check if his men had noticed anything. Granted, they were far away from the neighborhood where the police were currently on a rampage for Ruby's offal, but the trap itself indicated that someone had targeted their Bratva, and that meant they might have targeted him personally. And while he wasn't seriously worried about police surveillance, the competition that had managed to sneak into their territory and operate there was causing him some concern.

"Boss," Jacob greeted him with a nod as he leaned against the bar next to him.

"Anything interesting?" He asked in Russian, his gaze fixed on the bartender who was pouring drinks on the other side, and when he caught sight of him he just nodded in acknowledgement.

"Nothing, except those over there. They look like they're looking for trouble," Jacob replied, nodding his head towards a group of young men who were more likely trying to play pool, since they were already so drunk they could only manage to roll around on the table. None of them were Alpha, but all of them had the physique of American football players and the age of college kids, and all five of them obviously knew each other well.

"What'll it be?" the bartender asked.

"Tequila. Two."

"I'll bring it to your table," the bartender offered.

"I'll wait," he declined, and with his eyes fixed on the group of boys, he spoke to Jacob again. "Keep an eye on them. I don't want him to ruin my evening," he instructed him, to which Beta just nodded in agreement. The bartender had already poured two glasses, which were also sitting on a small tray, and was just about to slice a lime. His lips tightened in disgust at the thought of salt and lemon. "I'll just take it, " he said, reaching for a bill and placing it on the bar. "Keep the others," he added, picking up both glasses and heading back to Dean.

He found him with his cell phone in his hand, tapping hard, but when Castiel approached their table, he immediately lifted his head and showed his teeth in a grin. They were like white pearls, regular and with sharp little Omega fangs. His teeth were simply perfect, gleaming between plump lips that sat on a delicately freckled face with beautifully regular features. This was all complemented by the grass green eyes and dark golden mane that crowned it all. Dean was a true work of God.

"Alpha..." growled Dean.

"Omega..." he replied in the same coin, and not for the first time he noticed Den squint his eyes as if he was almost more pleased by the address than when he'd called him by his name. "Here. Something to warm you up," he said, setting the glass down in front of him.

"What's that?" he asked, but by then he was raising his drink to his face.

"Tequila."

"That's supposed to be drunk with lemon and salt."

He squinted his eyes in displeasure.

"What are you? A schoolgirl? Shall I get you a straw and an umbrella to go with it?"

Dea pouted his lower lip in a theatrical gesture of annoyance.

"Yes, please. Pink."

He rolled his eyes with an amused grin. It was so easy to have fun when he was with Dean. Maybe there was something to Gabriel's words about never smiling so much after all. In fact, he had no reason to until this Omega had come into his life and brought his boundless optimism and cheerful energy that oozed from his every smile, word, and restless hands that always had to hold something and play with it. Whether it was a glass, a toothpick, the corner of a menu or the collar of his own shirt.

"I haven't had tequila yet. Dad says this weird Mexican stuff isn't for him," he said to Castiel's certain displeasure shared with his Alpha, who grunted sullenly. Literally every mention of John Winchester was, in his opinion, superfluous and distracting. And irritating, because the man seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth. While that might seem like good news, he might even hope that he had fallen off a cliff somewhere or been beaten in a tavern and thrown into the nearest sewer, but he always preferred to see the corpses of his enemies at his feet. He was most content if he had personally put a bullet in their heads beforehand. And John Winchester was definitely one of those who deserved his bullet just for failing to take care of Omega like a proper Alpha should.

"So," Dean gave him a coy look over the rim of his glass, "your sexy ass, Alpha," he said with a feigned seriousness that didn't last long before he started giggling.

He raised his eyebrows in small surprise before another amused smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

"On my ass," he joined in the toast.

The glasses met halfway. Dean tapped his with such vigor that some of the contents splashed onto his hand. He didn't make a big deal of it, just laughed again, taking the half-full glass in his other hand and turning its contents inside him before pushing his wet fingers between his lips. With a loud slurp, he sucked them deep into his mouth. Three fingers like nothing. And he sucked on them with heroic determination to suck out every last drop that remained on them, and as Castiel was dimly aware, probably without the slightest idea of what such a sight was doing to him.

He held his glass in front of his face, untouched, and watched Dean's lips slide over his fingers, leaving a wet trail of saliva in their wake, his green eyes twinkling in a blissful expression. Then, with a loud 'pop', Omega pulled his fingers out of his mouth and opened his eyes. His mouth remained slightly ajar, his eyes wide and watery, and his expression... It was exactly what he hoped it would be soon, preferably tonight, when he was kneeling at Castiel's feet, looking up at him after he had thoroughly fucked his mouth.

"What?" Dean blurted out in confusion.

"Ty takoy krasivyy..."

"Um, what?" he repeated, even more confused. "What were you saying? I don't speak Russian."

He hadn't even realized he didn't speak English and was already taking a breath to repeat it in the common tongue, but decided not to because Dean looked cutely confused at first, only then his face and ears turned an even more intense shade of red and he looked away shyly. He probably didn't understand exactly, but he guessed it was some sort of compliment or maybe something rude.

"Nothing interesting," he replied with a rueful smile, turning the tequila inside him. "Come, Omega..." He set his glass down and stood up.

"Can't you forgive yourself for once? It's freezing outside..." muttered Dean grumpily, but by then he was on his feet and shuffling a little clumsily into his jacket.

"No. I desperately need something in my mouth."

Green eyes looked up at him from the jacket's fastening with obvious shock before another rush of red heated Dean's face, whereupon he snorted indignantly.

"You really are a huge dick."

"You have no idea how huge," he replied dryly, watching with amusement at the further embarrassment on Omega's face, but also at the way he wrinkled his nose and puckered his lips in a would-be annoyed expression. And then he bumped into Castiel sideways.

"Dumbass." He bared his teeth in a playful snarl.

He grabbed the back of his head lightly and pulled him to him with an equally playful growl. Dean bowed his head in submission, which his Alpha acknowledged with a satisfied grunt, but at the same time Omega wrapped an arm around his waist with a force that was decidedly possessive, then gave him a flash of green eyes and sharp fangs, shown in a smug grin. An unbelievable combination of fiery defiance that he couldn't help but admire and a subservience he instinctively craved. A perfect species made just for him. It couldn't have been anything else.

With a sigh, he rubbed his nose against Dean's cheek.

"Oh, come on for a smoke, you big Alpha a cuddle," Dean muttered, actually pushing into Castiel's back to force him to move.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. Alpha cuddly? That was... odd, but he didn't really mind. He smiled and let his hand slide from the back of Dean's head to his shoulder. And so, in a mutual embrace, they walked together out in front of the bar into the night air so cold that steam rose from their mouths. Omega was right, it really was bloody cold outside. He kind of regretted not bringing a jacket. He wandered his gaze to his car, which was too far away to bother going there. It was just going to be a quickie anyway.

He let go of Dean and quickly dug out his cigarettes and lighter. His hands were shaking a little from the cold as he stuck the cigarette between his teeth, and the wind was so annoyingly strong that he couldn't manage a proper light. Or maybe he was out of gas again. This shit might have been pretty to look at, but there was nothing like plain plastic zippers.

"Govno," he swore, flicking the lighter.

There was a familiar click, and a flame flared a little from his face, with Dean's knowing eyes peering over it.

"Thanks," he breathed his thanks in relief and toasted in one drag as he blindly shoved his lighter back into his pocket.

He inhaled a hefty hit of smoke and then very slowly, savouring the nicotine he finally craved, blew the cloud skyward so that as little smoke as possible reached Dean. His eyes were still glazed over with pleasure when Omega grabbed his hand and began to pull him away. A little confused as to what Dean was up to, he gave in, but quickly lit up as he pulled him towards the wall and behind the containers where the wind wasn't blowing so much, making it seemingly a little warmer and more comfortable.

"You're freezing..." muttered Dean, as if half to himself, and then, to Castiel's surprise, began to rub his hand between his own.

The warmth from his palm didn't really have a chance of really banishing the chill that was biting into his body, but it managed to at least warm his hand a little and make it feel... wanted. That there was someone who cared for him not because they had to, but because they wanted to. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt that, if ever.

Not just since he'd been put in charge of New York, but even before that, he'd had men around him all the time, willing to do his every bidding from the most ordinary to the most bizarre and brutal. They were willing to defend him with their own bodies, to lay down their lives for him and their cause, and to see to his comfort, both out of loyalty to the Bratva and to himself. Many of them he would call his friends, and with some he would go further, and when he called them 'brat' he meant it and had more love and respect for them than for his blood brothers.

But this was not the same. This was... different.

Something hot gripped his insides, his Alpha howled, and he suddenly felt like he might start to choke if he didn't take in Dean's scent and taste him. He wasn't thinking about anything. He reached out his hand, dropped the cigarette, cupped the surprised Omega's face in his hands, and before he could ask anything, hungrily dove for the man's mouth. He devoured his soft, full lips, swallowing the tongue Dean had shoved a little unguardedly into his mouth, inhaling deeply the scent of apple blossoms and pine resin that quickly began to fill with the pleasantly saccharine aroma of arousal.

He didn't realize he'd pushed Dean against the wall until their chests rested against each other and Omega finally wrapped his arms around his waist. He pulled away just long enough to catch his breath and for a small moment enjoy the sight of Omega's panting face with its beautifully swollen lips, and then he dug his fingers into his thick hair and tilted his head to the side just enough to bury his face in his neck. Dean groaned and yielded under his firm touch, and Castiel felt his nails dig into his back.

He breathed in the strong scent that was like a balm to his suddenly raging heart, but at the same time he wanted to growl desperately and tear at all the useless fabric that separated him from the Omega gland he so desperately wanted to sink his teeth into. He could absolutely feel not only the telltale itch, but the clenching of his dental muscles and the very fangs slowly working their way out. And his mouth was filling with thick saliva. He knew in that moment that he had to stop before he did something very stupid.

He forced himself to pull away.

He had to keep his eyes closed for a while, breathing slowly through his mouth, before he dared to open them and look at Dean, who was still so impossibly close. Castiel had him by the face, trapping him between his body and the wall, right where he belonged. And Dean was looking at him with eyes that, in the dim light of a nearby lamp, seemed more of a light brown than the amber or yellow that Omega eyes should properly be. But even though the shade wasn't perfect at the moment, Dean himself was absolutely perfect.

"Ty prekrasna. Takoy krasivy," he mumbled, and the little confusion that curled Dean's lips let him know that he was probably speaking Russian again. "I'm saying you're beautiful," he repeated in English, half-whispering, running his nose along the edge of his jaw where it was close enough to his beautiful scent, but not so close to his throat as to tempt him into silly ideas. That was why he almost immediately felt the acidity seeping into Dean's scent and the way his breath hitched.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Omega asked, and in fact there was so much irritation in his voice that it made Castiel pull away in surprise and look at him in confusion. "Why... why do you keep saying these... things?"

He cocked his head to the side in question.

Dean exhaled irritably, his hands clenching tighter into Castiel's back.

"Why do you keep saying I'm... beautiful and... smart... it's just... why?"

"Because it's true," he answered simply, but the expression Dean wore said that such a simple answer wouldn't do. He leaned one hand against the wall behind his back and took Dean's chin with the other. "You're very beautiful and you're also smart, brave and loyal. You're perfect."

Despite gripping his chin and not allowing him to turn away completely, Omega managed to turn his head a little and lower his eyes. When he raised them again after a few shallow breaths, they were no longer golden brown, but green again, like autumn grass.

With a slow flick of his tongue, Dean moistened his lips, which immediately curled into a cynical smile.

"You weren't lying, were you Alpha?" He arched an eyebrow as if the accusation of lying was something funny, and regardless of Castiel's slight frown, he continued in the same light tone. "You really don't have much experience with Omegas, do you?"

A half growl escaped him, but since he didn't want to scare Dean, he choked most of it out, even though he really didn't like the way he was talking.

"No, I wasn't lying. I never lied to you, Dean..." he said in lieu of any show of displeasure.

"Uh huh," Omega grumbled almost cheerfully before taking his wrist and removing his hand from his chin. "Okay... let me explain, Alpha. These hula, hula," he smacked Castiel's hand on his hip, wiggling it a little from side to side, "are skinny to the bone, and you're going to squeeze at most one ailing puppy out of this lavor here," he moved his hand to his stomach, "no more. These hands," he finally let go of him, but instead raised his own hand in front of Castiel's face, "may be big enough to grab your whole fat Alpha cock, but they can't cook. And here," he tapped his finger on his head, "it's half a day of darkness and half a day of rock songs. I'm not much of a catch for a rich and powerful Alpha like you."

He had to look away - Dean commented with an ironically resigned snort and the fact that he'd stopped hugging him - and take a deep breath of fresh, cool air to keep from growling angrily again. He felt anger not towards Dean, but towards whoever, probably John Winchester, had made him think so low of himself. But he didn't want to scare his Omega or lose control and put his fist through the container they were standing next to.

When he was sure he was finally in control enough, he slowly turned around, only to be met with Dean's would-be knowing smirk and the tiredness in the green eyes that were watching him with a somewhat cloudy gaze. A drunken look, to be exact. There was probably a bit of drunken melancholy behind all of Omega's babbling, but that, in Castiel's experience, always came from somewhere. And, as he well knew, it was hard to dispel with words, which he wasn't very good with word anyway. So he opted for action instead.

He wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and pulled him close, so that the lower halves of their bodies rested against each other. This pressed his crotch against his hip and made him feel the weight of his cock. He was barely half hard, but certainly hard enough for Dean to feel it despite all the fabric separating them.

"Feel that?" the voice asked, thick with suppressed rage and arousal; Dean nodded. "You do, and all it takes is one kiss. Just the smell of you. Do you think it happens to me all the time?" He asked, leaning a little closer as he rocked his hips shallowly a few times.

There was uncertainty on Dean's face and the look he dropped down to where their crotches were almost touching was decidedly shy.

"I... um... probably not...?" He breathed, now without self-irony or teasing, just shy and uncertain.

"No, Dean, absolutely not," he replied firmly and clearly. "I'm not sixteen anymore. I don't have to run to the bathroom every two hours." He pressed his palm against his neck, forcing him to look up. "I didn't have to before I met you. No matter what anyone else thinks, you're absolutely perfect to me, and tonight I'm going to prove just how perfect. Da? Yes?" He growled near Dean's lips.

Omega swallowed loudly, his scent filled with both an intense arousal that sweetened on Castiel's tongue like homemade pie and a hint of fear. He already knew this one. And it made him want to growl and howl in frustration, because he knew that now Dean would start pulling away and it would just end up with him letting him go again. Or... maybe not. He wouldn't have to let him go this time. He had enough alcohol in him to keep him calm and submissive and not start panicking when it came to the point. And even if it wouldn't be the best first night together, at least they'd get somewhere. After all, which first time is perfect? There would be a hundred other opportunities to make up for it.

"Yeah," Dean replied, licking his lips. "Yeah... well, show me, Alpha."

His lips parted in a smile.

"Okay..." He kissed him softly on the corner of his lips, purring softly as he did so, before pulling away and even, though reluctantly, letting go of Dean. "I have to pay. It'll only be a moment. And then the rest of the night is ours."

Omega licked his reddened lips again before nodding in agreement, then bowing his head slightly in submission as he put an arm around his shoulders and guided him back to the bar.