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Dean was feeling uneasy, too many people under one roof, all the smells combined, sweat on his body, not necessarily his, and nobody was smelling right, everything was just so, iugh. And ok, maybe that was an exaggeration, but come on.
His heat was coming close every ticking minute, and Michael, the idiot Alpha that Dean usually spends his heats with, was out of town doing… God knows what, and he didn't give two rat asses about the omega, even when Dean was starting to consider the alpha for something more serious than a butty call every few months, ‘cause Michal was a dream, a dick, but a dream noteless. He was good in bed, great dick, marvelous knot, good-looking, and from a respectable pack, not to mention one of the few wolves that have left the woods and moved to the city, AND he make it to the top. Also, he mentioned that Michael was an alpha? something an omega in heat would be fascinated since humans usually didn't have the stamina one in his situation needed.
But, well, a good dick was a good dick, or, if he was lucky enough, a girl that wouldn't mind putting her fingers up in his business. But fuck, all the fucking fucks in the bar were so… capital no.
If he only were back at his pack or any pack, to be honest. He feels the nostalgia about being surrounded by his kind, and being more honest, he was starting to consider a mate to have pups with. Little terrors of his own. If only Michael weren't a major kick in the balls.
Dean remembers when he left the Winchester pack, back in high school, because his old dad was starting to get physical with his little brother, and Dean would never have permitted that, not even over his dead body. So, all in all, Dean was in the city and little, not so little, Sammy was in California studying to be a great lawyer, and he was in Washington living as a mechanic.
Pretty good all things considered.
“Watch out bowlegs” a petit blonde, human, hit him, “blue eyes are checking you out.”
As soon as the girl delivered her message, she seemed a little lost, looking at him curiously. And if he wasn't about to accept any man in the packet bar, he would be spending some time trying to seduce her into his bed.
“Hey” he tried to call her. “Hey, girl.”
Before he could catch her, a warm hand was on his shoulder, making his shiver.
Turning around, Dean discovered a piercing pair of blue eyes, intense, dominant. And the man behind the eyes was just simply gorgeous. White-honey like skin, black hair, and a pair of lips to die for.
“Hey. Blue eyes, I guess?”
“I prefer to go by Castiel.” The voice of the man was like gravel. “And you are?”
The audacity of the dude.
Dean felt the knuckle of the dude's finger on his clammy check. Was fresh on his skin so much that Dean forgot his survival instincts because the dude in front of him smelled like apricot and whiskey and burned cherries.
“Not your fucking business, Carastinel.” A finger drawing his lips made Dean weak on the knees.
“Castiel, cute one. Castiel.”
“Camadriel?” Ok, Dean was just fucking around but the smell of burned cherries was disconcerting. No danger per se, but no wolfish like… Gosh, his heat was coming close every second, and suddenly he was feeling small. “Caardiel?”
“Not that I don't enjoy a play, but you smell like trouble. You shouldn't be here, eh?” Maybe the smell of the guy was triggering his heat? After all, he smelled just so good. Almost like mate.
“I'm peachy, thank you. Castne… Casea… Cas. I'm good.”
“No, no, you need air.”
There was no room for argument with Cas-something. As soon as Dean was starting to feel like his head was clouding, Cas was opening the back door of the bar and Dean could feel the fresh air hitting his face. And that definitely feel good.
Dean's back was against the brick wall meanwhile Cas was lighting a cigarette. It smelled bad.
“Now, babygirl” and, ok, Dean was gone. He could feel his ass covering in slick. “What's your name?"
Dean was burning down in a fever. His heat was almost at full force and the man… the alpha in front of him seemed so relaxed.
Cas hand was suddenly in his face, and it felt like an anchor.
God, Cas lips were close to his. A ghost feeling.
“Dean… m’ name is Dean Winchester.”
“Good babygirl.”
The next thing Dean knew was that a pair of lips were in his throat, giving small kisses over his apple, smelling him.
He was vulnerable, Dean knew, an unmated omega in the big city, but there was supposed to not be other wolves in the place, the nearest pack was a good state over. The major danger he was supposed to face that night were a few thieves on the way home, and then there was this handsome man, smelling all the way right like a mate, looking fan-freaking-tastic. His hands under the t-shit of Dean. And… Ouch.
OUCH!
The audacity of the Casasatiel. Biting him. Marking… mating.
He wanted to fight back, punch the douche, maybe even kick his knot into Casandriel's throat. But… but it was actually pretty nice, the way Cas licked his bite, so much tender, with the hands caressing the chubby in his hips.
Yeah, it felt pretty nice indeed.
“Now, Dean Winchester...”
Casansatiel was stepping aside, and Dean couldn't permit that. He needed to bite the other man. He needed to mate him. Make him his.
Without much notice, Dean bited the man in front of him, a perfect throat, and the blood that came out of the wound tasted delicious, like nothing Dean had had before.
Once Dean releases Cas throat, the other wolf has his hand in the wound. Gishh, maybe he should have done a better job at cleaning it.
“Dean Winchester” was it normal that his mate's eyes were shining blue? “Now you go home.”
Everything went black.