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“Dean, come on! We’re gonna be late!” Sam calls from downstairs. Dean swipes a hand through his hair again before straightening the collar of his jacket. It’s not much, he doesn’t have much in the way of nice clothes, but that’s okay, right? Dean’s fingers worry the collar of his white shirt, one hand smoothing over the wrinkles the cotton holds. Maybe his dad has an old dress shirt he could borrow. Or would that be going overboard?
Is he trying too hard?
Damn it, who cares! He may not be dressed all fancy but he could still at least try to look nice. Right? For- well, you know. Full moon bonfire. Meeting of packs. Biggest event of the year. Gotta look… nice.
Wide green eyes stare back at Dean in the mirror. He sucks on his lower lip, gaze flicking over his freckle-smothered cheeks. Should he cover them up? They should be fine, right? He’s had girls say they compliment his eyes and complete his complexion, whatever that meant. Still nibbling on his lip, Dean finds himself dipping his chin and looking up into his own eyes through his lashes. And that’s… that’s-
What the fuck is he doing?
Heart jumping around in his chest, Dean whirls around, hurrying out of the bathroom. Sam gives him a funny look as he flies down the stairs, large, all-too-observant brown eyes glued to the clothes his older brother currently wears. “Did you cuff your jeans?” The young Alpha asked, incredulous. Dean glances down at the navy jeans covering his legs, the ends cuffed.
Ears burning with the shame at being caught, Dean shuffles in place. “So?” he demands, slipping his hands into the pockets, trying to put up a calm appearance, something he definitely doesn’t feel. Sam purses his lips, one eyebrow raised. Despite the boy’s recent presentation, Dean refuses to back down to a fourteen year old.
“So… what? You’re suddenly the picture-perfect Omega?” Sam scoffs, hitting the nail on the head. Dean tugs at the ends of his sleeves, trying his hardest to keep eye-contact. A heavy blush is settling on the older boy's face.
“No, I just-” Dean trails off, unable to come up with an excuse. Sam continues to watch him, calculating. Realization floods the kid’s eyes and Dean curses inwardly. Damn his little brother’s hyperactive, straight-A brain.
“You’re trying to impress that Alpha, aren’t you?” he gasps, a giddy look on his face. "The one you met last time."
“No, I’m not, I-”
“Boys!” their father calls, voice traveling from outside, successfully interrupting Dean and stopping this terrible conversation. Sam’s smile is smug and Dean runs. When he throws open the front door in an escape attempt, he runs smack into his father’s chest. Dean stumbles back, staring wide-eyed up at the questioning look on his dad’s face.
“You alright there, Dean?” John asks, eyebrow raised. Words die on Dean’s tongue, his throat suddenly dry. He glances back at his brother helplessly. Sam’s no help though, he just grins at him wickedly. Dean makes a pointless gesture, his embarrassment thick in his scent. John thankfully seems to take mercy on his eldest and shakes his head, a secret smile crossing his face. “Come on, boys. It’s Sam’s first bonfire.”
Sam immediately forgets his brother’s dilemma, excitedly running out the door. The fourteen year old wasn’t old enough to join the last one, being two years under the twelve year old age requirement. Mary smiles down at her son as he starts talking enthusiastically. John’s gaze lingers on them before he turns back to Dean. The Omega’s head is ducked, avoiding his father’s eyes.
“Dean.”
The boy hums in acknowledgment, eyes glued to the floor. John’s voice hardens just slightly, not unkind. “Dean.”
The Omega finally raises his head, uncertainty clouding his face. His familial Alpha’s scent is nothing but soothing though so he finds himself relaxing before John even speaks. “You gotta be yourself, son. That boy already only has eyes for you.”
Dean stays silent, shuffling his feet. His face feels like it’s on fire, and embarrassment radiates off of him in waves, his scent thick with it. Unable to hold his father’s stare any longer, Dean looks away, clearing his throat. “Can we go now?”
John nods, stepping to the side and letting his son pass. Dean hurries out, joining his mother and brother in the yard. With all four of the Winchesters together, they start off into the woods. It doesn’t take very long to reach the rest of their pack, who were waiting (impatiently) for their arrival. With the pack finally all gathered, minus two Omegas and an Alpha that volunteered to stay behind with the pups, they set off.
Normally Dean is walking and chatting with his friends during the journey, but his mind is somewhere else. When Jo tugs on his sleeve he resolves to forget about his feelings for the time being and enjoy the celebration. He smiles as he silently joins in on his friend's conversation. Benny is boasting about the deer he was able to catch during one of his hunting lessons. Jo is quick to knock him down, scoffing and pointing out he only was able to kill it because his mentor was able to subdue it. The guy wasn’t the quickest wolf in the world. (Not that Dean was going to say that aloud.)
He gets drawn into a good-natured argument over who’s the fastest in their group almost right away and completely forgets whatever it was he was worrying about. By the time the Winchester Pack reaches the bonfire, Dean has somehow been roped into a race. A competition to see who the fastest among them was to settle the argument.
Charlie bounces excitedly beside him. “We could invite the others to join!”
A chorus of agreement rises from the group. Now that they’re here, the pack disperses, striking up conversations with members of other packs. Dean notices his parents head towards the other Pack Alphas and Omegas where they’re standing near the giant pile of logs and brush. He freezes when he notices a tall boy also standing among them, hands in his pant pockets.
Dean should go over there right? Being the Winchester Pack Alpha’s son? Yes, he should. Dean promises his friends he’ll meet up with them later and turns away, ignoring the knowing smirk Charlie shoots him. The closer Dean gets, the warmer he feels. The bonfire hasn’t even been lit yet, damn it.
The other boy hasn’t noticed Dean’s approach yet, giving the Omega plenty of time to admire him. The young Alpha stood tall and confident, muscles accented in the light of the rising full moon, raven hair artfully tousled, and piercing blue eyes bright. Dean’s inner Omega was already swooning, a purr rising in its chest. Dean swallows the sound, refusing to start this by embarrassing himself. It’s not like this is his first time seeing Castiel, at the last bonfire they were inseparable. Granted they were four years younger then and barely presented but still!
John notices Dean walking their way and smiles, waving him over. Dean hopes the darkness is enough to hide his flush when John says, “Castiel. You remember my son Dean?”
The Alpha’s ocean eyes meet Dean’s and he smiles, nodding. Dean’s lungs forget how to work properly, stuttering to a halt in his chest. Come on, play it cool. Castiel offers a hand. “Sure. Nice to see you again, Dean.”
Oh.
So much for playing it cool.