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      Published: 2015-09-14 Completed: 2016-06-21 Chapters: 17/17 Words: 19624
****** A Pair of Wings for "Luck" ******
by Dawnofthedishsoap
Summary
     Fucking wings making my life unreasonably difficult. Always wished I
     never had them. Until professor sex hair walked in, sporting
     identical wings. Maybe they aren't so bad when they're on an Adonis.
     Highschool au where Dean loathes his wings, Cas is his true mate, and
     life isn't easy when you're a Winchester with wings.
Notes
     Hey there! ALL of my other chapters are gonna be long, but this ones
     short cause it's an introduction. Also, the tags will change as the
     story progresses. More will be added
***** POV Dean *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
School. The bane of my existence. I turned 16 this year, which means I stay
human and get a second gender. Or it would have, if it weren't for the fucking
wings I got instead.
Anyway, back to school. Mr. Crowley is drilling our asses into the ground with
his over complicated math lesson. Oh! That reminds me. The only thing worse
than school or being an angel, is the fact that I'm a fucking Omega.
Everyone I know always talks about how lucky I am to have my own pair of
feathers. Only me and Sam know how bad I have it. Wings are not lucky when
you're a Winchester.
Mom was an angel, but the genes aren't hereditary unless both parents are.
Dad's a human. But as the most unlucky SOB in the world, I got to be one of the
ones whose genes don't matter whether or not you are half bird.
When I was four, an angel with red wings came into Sammy's nursery and ripped
her wings out before setting everything on fire. Mom didn't make it. When an
angel loses their wings, they die, or become human. I think she would have been
human, if it weren't for the motherfucker setting things on fire.
Dad went batshit crazy after that. Started murdering every angel that came into
sight. Built up a reputation for himself, and the Winchester name. Every angel
ran for cover when they saw the Impala barreling into town.
So imagine my fear when I had to tell Dad that I sprouted wings while he was
gone.
•••
All semester we've been forced to hear about the new teacher they're hiring for
angels. Why not a new teacher to teach auto shop after Mr. Singer broke his
legs? Fuck if I know.
"All angels have to attend the assembly regarding the new teacher at lunch,"
the fake happy voice of the school receptionist said.
I saw four other angels roll their eyes at this. Why the fuck do we have to
meet a new teacher that's going to teach us about what parts of our wings are
the most sensitive during sex? I already know this. It's the area where the
skin turns to feathers. Don't you go judging me.
All angels have had masturbation sessions with a back scratcher.
•••
Lunchtime was my favorite period, before today. I got to stretch my god awful
wings out, sit outside, and complain to my friends. Nothing could ruin lunch
for me ever, until today.
Strutting into the auditorium while everyone else parted like the Red Sea was
great. They should. I'm practically God here. Fucking enormous inky black
feathers stick outta my back. Easily a 14 foot wing span. Largest in all of
Leigh High School. Maybe this wasn't going to be that terrible.
•••
No, this is fucking awful. Worse than a heat. Ok, not worse, but you get my
point. I walk in feeling all confident, until Professor Sex Hair comes out onto
the stage.
And God if he doesn't smell fucking AMAZING. But that's not the end of it. His
wings are the same color as mine. Which means we're mates. FUCK.
Chapter End Notes
     Lemme know what you think so far. Feel free to message me on tumblr
     at dawnofthedishsoap
     If you wanna beta, send me a fan mail. Someone feel free to make a
     cover art. You can both read ahead (beta and artist) and have the
     satisfaction of not reading spelling errors.
***** POV Castiel/Dean *****
Chapter Summary
     Cas is introduced in here, and things don't go according to plan
Chapter Notes
     I added another chapter. I decided to have no regular posting
     schedule, just expect at least two a week. There will definitely be
     an update every Monday though
     Follow me on tumblr at dawnofthedishsoap
     Thank you to my betas TyneSwedish and WelshAngel.
Today's the day I start my new job at Leigh high. I'll be teaching about the
history, anatomy, and health of angels. My dream job.
At lunch the principal is having me do an introduction assembly to the Angels
I'll be teaching.
"My name is Mr. Novak, and I'll be your Life of Angels teacher. I'm looking
forward to an exciting year with all of you. Yes, I'm the only one qualified.
No, I don't know why they didn't hire a new auto shop teacher," I said, reading
his speech to himself.
As I walk across the stage I notice an angel boy with wings like mine. Fuck.
•••
My carefully planned speech, along with my composure, are forgotten as I stare
at the young man. He smells of lilacs, and vanilla. Omega. Thank God. A perfect
compliment to my Alpha. How am I going to get through this god awful speech
with my mate sitting in the front row ogling me like meat?
I quickly regained my composure after hearing a few students snicker. Rat
bastards.
"Hello Angels of Leigh High. I'm professor Castiel Novak, And I will be your
teacher this year. I will be teaching you about the history, anatomy, and
Health of angels. I look forward to seeing all of you in my classes and I hope
we have a great year. Please go to the cafeteria to continue your lunch
period," I say quickly after remembering why I'm here.
I hope to God my mate stays after. Please stay after. Yes! You're walking
towards me.
"Uh, hi. I'm Dean Winchester. I'll be in your class this year," my mate Dean
says. 
"Hello there Dean, I'm professor Novak, but since we're mates you can call me
Castiel," I say.
"Whoa buddy, I just met you. I know we share wings, but I'm not hopping on your
crazy train anytime soon. I just came to tell you that even though we're mates,
that does not mean I'll bare my neck and present to you. Got it?"
I nod like a fucking idiot, even after he walks away. Fuck. He's not accepting
it. Fuuuuuck.
•••
I have until Monday for my job to actually start. The principal insisted that
would be plenty of time to get my classroom setup. It would be, if it weren't
4:00 pm on a Thursday. I'm going to have to make an announcement tomorrow
saying I need student help after school to set up. What kind of teacher doesn't
have their room set up? A bad one. A bad one whose mate is rejecting them,
that's who.
•••POV Dean 
Fucking shit. Of course my ma-teacher- would have a crazy ass name like
Castiel. And because my life couldn't get any worse as it is, Dad's home. Fuck.
This means he's going to drink, yell, and punish me just because I was cursed
with wings.
Stalking my way into the eerily quiet house, I hear Sam cry out in pain.
Motherfucker's hurting Sammy! I barrel down the stairs, and burst through the
basement doors, only to see my Dad land another kick on Sam's ribs.
"Dad," I scream, trying to get his attention away from Sammy.
"Fuck you want you filthy abomination?" Was probably what my dad said, but I
couldn't hear him over the sound of my blood boiling at the sight of Sam beaten
and bloody.
"You have ten seconds to--" my threat was cut off by a blow to the back of my
head.
•••
"Sammy," I yell after I wake up. Slowly I start to feel everything. Including
my wings being strapped down. I'm on some weird ass massage table, with
separate arms to keep my wings tied down. Fuck, this hurts. Everything hurts.
My wings, my pride, my shoulders. Wait- why do my shoulders hurt?
That's when I feel it. A searing pain in my back, like someone sticking razors
in my wing joints. Fuck! That's what's going on. I start thrashing like a fish
out of water, but it does no use. If anything, the pain gets worse. The only
thing I can think of is to start begging. So I do.
"Please, do whatever you want to me but please, please, please don't hurt
Sammy. He's innocent. He's not an angel he's-" I'm cut off by the knife being
removed, and a punch right where the cut is.
Howling in pain, I feel my father lean over and whisper, "Begging will get you
nowhere. The only thing you can do is pray you become human. I don't think
little Sammy could deal with losing his big brother. It would kill him."
A deep, crushing guilt settled upon my chest. I can't die. Sammy would never
forgive me if I left him. Whether by death, or by choice. I can't make the only
person who ever loved me hate me.
So I suffer through the torture. Until the sweet, comforting sound of police
sirens can be heard. Thank god for little brothers! Dad was too busy torturing
me he forgot about Sammy. The cops come into the basement, and cuff my father.
Cutting the straps holding my wings. I try to stretch them out, only to feel a
searing a pain in my right wing joint. "Fuck! The knife" is my last thought
before I blackout from the intense, paralyzing pain.
•••
Beep
Beep
Beep
•••
The calming beep of the heart monitor is what I wake up to. Slowly peeling open
my eyes, I see a mop of dark hair.
"Sammy. Where's dad?"
I see Sam's head shoot up. His eyes are red, and there's dried tears staining
his puffy face.
"Dean, oh, thank god. They said you might not wake up. I...I was so worried,"
Sam chokes out, between hiccups.
"Can't get rid of me that easy," is my attempt at a joke. I get a breathy
chuckle as my reward. "How long have I been out?"
"Um-" there's some mumbling I don't catch. "What," I ask Sammy, "I can't hear
you when you mumble like that."
"I said you've been asleep for about ten days. They had to do emergency surgery
on your wings. Apparently dad cut some pretty important things. You shouldn't
try to move them. That's why they're tied down."
After Sam's done talking, I realize that my wings were tied down. I immediately
start panicking. The heart monitor starts screaming like a cicada. I vaguely
hear Sam call for a nurse. The sound of my own thrashing and the heart monitor
are too loud. The nurse and several orderlies run in, and hold me down until I
stop panicking. Fucking wings. I don't even want them, yet I feel trapped when
there's something touching them. I hate these fucking feathers. When I finally
calm down, Sam starts talking.
"Dean there's something I forgot to tell you," Sam remembers. "There's a man
sitting outside the waiting room. Chase- or something like that. He says he's
your mate."
That's the last thing I hear before my panic attack comes back so bad, they
sedate me.
***** POV Dean/Cas *****
Chapter Summary
     Hospital scene with Dean and Cas
Chapter Notes
     Not even sorry for that last cliffhanger. Enjoy this.
     Follow me on tumblr at dawnofthedishsoap
     Betas, thanks TyneSwedish and WelshAngel
"Hey mom?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Why do you brush your wings like that?"
"Well Dean, it's a way to make sure that they're always ready whenever I want
to fly."
"What's it like to fly?"
"It's freeing."
"Ok. Can I help with your wings?"
"Sure, sweetie. Just hold your hand like this, and cover them while you move
your hand."
"I love you mommy."
"I love you to, Dean."
I was suddenly jarred from the dream about mom to the feel of someone running
their hands through my wings. The same way mom taught me how to groom her
wings. It was calming, but it made me freeze. Only three people know about that
moment. Mom, me, and dad. Dad walked in, and took a picture of me trying to
help mom. Not even Sammy knew. So how did the person attached to the hands know
how I liked my wings combed?
"You talk in your sleep," a voice that was definitely not Sammy's answered.
"You kept saying something about grooming wings, so I thought I would give it a
try."
"Why are you in my room," I seethed.
"Your brother thought it would be a good idea for your mate to comfort you
while you were in pain. I think I was doing a good job. This felt good, because
you weren't rejecting me. Dean, you need to let go of whatever's holding you
back. If me grooming your wings felt good, imagine how good it would feel to
wake up every morning next to me."
I lay on my bed, shocked at how the man I just met was already talking about
moving in together. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I'm 16, for fuck's sake!
Ok Dean, breathe. Nothing is going to happen. I just have to figure out a way
to reject the bond, without hurting him too much. Why does my mate have to be a
him? I would rather have a dying beta. Hell, I'd have the fish Sam tried to
keep, as long as it was female.
I better say something to this Castiel guy. "I want you out of my room. We are
not mates. We have not completed that bond, and that will never happen. Tell
Sam to come back in. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Oh, and can you
get someone to tell me where the fuck my father is?"
"Dean, he was arrested. You're lucky the police came when they did. You were
almost dead. He was transferred to the state penitentiary about two days ago.
He's not getting out for a long time. You are going to have to get used to me.
As your alpha, unmated or not, I have custody of you until you're 18. As for
Sam, some aunt of yours said she would take him in. I think she said her name
was Ellen. It's 1:00 pm on Saturday. Ellen made Sam go home to catch up on his
schoolwork."
"What if I just ran away," was the first question that had the balls to come
out of my mouth. Where would I go? As understanding as Ellen is, she would
probably just dump be back on this Castiel character. And what kind of name is
Castiel, anyway? Did his parents hate him or something?
"Dean, you and I have identical wings. Try as you might, you can't ever truly
run away. I would respect your decisions if you did, though." At least I don't
have some guy why tried to force himself on me as a mate. Things could easily
be worse.
"When do I get to leave this hell hole?"
"Whenever you are ready to move in with me. You'll have to undergo physical
therapy for your wings. They were heavily damaged. I believe Ellen said she was
going to be your therapist. You're lucky to still be an angel, after the trauma
your wings have been through," Castiel, ever the voice of irritating
rationality said.
"Yeah, I sure am lucky," I mumble sarcastically.
•••POV Cas
one week later.
"Dean, I've told you how to use the shower five times already, you should know
by now," I said.
"Yeah, but it's your fault your shower has ten thousand different settings," is
his clever reply as I go to the bathroom to turn on the shower for Dean.
Things between us have gotten better. He's not rejecting the bond so harshly
anymore. Though I'm always hit with a sharp pain in my chest every time he
does. It's said that mates will fall deeply in love with each other, so much
that they will become horribly sick if the bond is rejected for long periods of
time. I don't think Dean has noticed his slow trickle of declined health after
all he's gone through these past two weeks, with his wings and father issues
getting in the way.
"Ah, my knight in shining armor. Now get out, I wanna shower," Dean thanks me
after I set the shower the way he likes it.
I have a rut coming up soon, and I know Dean has a heat coming up. I can start
to smell it on him. At first I thought it was just the floral soap he's
insisted on using. How on earth am I going to ignore the mating bond that is
just out of my reach, when my only thoughts are to fuck, mate, and breed Dean?
How is Dean going to ignore it when his body is screaming for the knot of his
mate? If I suppress my rut, it could have negative effects on Dean. What am I
going to do?
My pondering is interrupted by Dean yelling for me from the bathroom. "Cas!
Help! My wing, I don't know what's wrong with it. Oh god it hurts!
Caaaasss!!!!"
"Dean! Oh god, what's wrong?"
"My wing, it feels like it's being stabbed again!"
"Oh Dean. Let me help."
"No! Touching it will only make it worse. You need to call 911, or something!"
"Dean. You're having a PTSD flashback. You were tortured, and your wing was
severely damaged. The soap must have run down your scars, and triggered you
into thinking that the whole thing was happening again." This was the eighth
time something like this had happened. Something could innocently rub against
his scar, and trigger him.
It takes me ten minutes of forcibly holding Dean down to prevent his shaking
before we both realize he's still naked, and the shower's still on. Talk about
awkward situations.
"Uh Cas, as much as a appreciate the help, I'm nude, so please get the fuck
out."
"Of course Dean." I quickly scramble out of the bathroom.
Only the friction of my pants makes me realize I have a raging hard-on. Really?
My dick just had to chose the time when my mate was emotionally distressed to
become interested. Great.
What am I supposed to do with a not-mate who can't live on his own, but doesn't
want to live with his brother for fear of scaring him with his nightmares?
***** POV Dean *****
Chapter Summary
     Some character developments. And sex
Chapter Notes
     So I'm working everyday after school this week, so I probably won't
     be posting. Take this long chapter as an apology.
     Got my betas TyneSwedish and WelshAngel
     This chapter, and the previous one, are meant to show deans change of
     heart. It might seem abrupt, but if you read the last one again, Dean
     starts warming up to Castiel.
     Follow me on tumblr at dawnofthedishsoap
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Sam!"
"What?"
"C'mon, let's jump from the top."
"That's pretty high."
"Don't be a girl, Sammy. Imagine how cool it'll be to tell your future mate
that you jumped off of a waterfall when you were ten!"
"…when you put it like that..."
"Excellent Sammy. Always knew you could do it."
Splash
"Oh my god it's cold!"
"Gee Sammy, didn't anyone ever tell you that you shouldn't jump off of a
waterfall without checking the water temperature first?"
"No! You literally just told me that I should jump! You never went over common
sense!"
"I head I just figured Sammy the smartass would have common sense."
"Screw you, Dean."
"I love you too, baby brother."
I woke up in a puddle of hot warmth. What I wouldn't give for the chill of that
waterfall. I always have that dream when I go into heat. Fuck! Heat! Fuck,
fuck, fuck! What am I supposed to do? Unmated omegas can't go out during heats!
I'd end up raped, pregnant, and mated to an abusive asshole. Why didn't I mate
Cas before I went into heat? At least then I could go out. Cas! Fuck. If I'm in
heat, he's definitely in rut. 
Slinking around the house, I follow the scent of fresh water and the forest,
tainted with the grilling meat that I know is Cas's rut. Fuuuuck. The closer I
get to Cas's room, the stronger the grilling meat scent gets. I will take it to
the grave the fact that it made me go weak at the knees. I can only imagine
what I must smell like to Cas.
"Hey, buddy," I say as I knock on Cas's door. Buddy. Really, Dean? I could have
gone with literally anything else, and buddy was what I thought of?
"Dean. It's not safe for you to be near me right now. Your scent is normally
lilacs and vanilla, but all I smell now is almond paste. You're in full-blown
heat, and I can barely control the urge to bust down this door, and mount you
on the floor." The noise I make is definitely not a whine at Cas's vulgar
statement.
"Cas. Need you. Need your knot. Caaaas," I whine.
Guess the heat is finally taking over my body. Fuck. I give it ten minutes
before I have an ass full of Cas. Literally. The door opens to reveal a Cas,
who just finished masturbating. I can smell the minty scent of sex on him.
"Dean, I--" whatever Cas was trying to say was interrupted by my my lips
crashing into his. What am I doing? I don't want to kiss this man. I want to be
at home, with Sammy. I fucking hate how heat makes me desperate for an alpha.
I'd rather sit in my room, fucking myself on my fingers, with Sammy in the next
room. But, no. Instead, I'm tongue-fucking my not-mate.
"Dean, you're not thinking clearly right now, and I honestly have no idea how
I'm talking right now. You don't want this."
"Yes I do. I've been thinking about this since we met. Shut up, and mate me
properly, you respectful asshole." WHAT AM I SAYING??? I DON'T WANT THIS!
"Fine, but if you regret this, you're the only one to blame."
"'Kay." No! Not 'Kay. I wanna experience things before I mate. Why is my
traitorous body begging for this?
"Are you just gonna stand there like a jackass, or are you gonna fuck me so
hard I can't walk?" Ok, that was me. This is not ok. I don't want a mate."Yes,
Dean, you do," some part of my mind says. Could be worse.
My wallowing is interrupted by Cas shoving me against the bed. My next coherent
thought, is "oh, I'm naked." Next thing I know, Cas is to, and I'm presenting
for this alpha dick. (Haha, alpha dick).
"Oh Dean. You don't understand how long I've wanted this. It caused me pain
every time you rejected me. Now I get you, forever." My only response is a
moan. My body doesn't even let me say something at this point. Great.
 Cas starts shoving fingers inside me, and any protests I thought I had flew
out the window. I actually rock back against them. Damn, he has long fingers.
Out of nowhere, the fingers are gone, and I get an assload of alpha dick. And
holy hell, is he huge. Hot damn. How have I never noticed this before? Because
I've been rejecting this. Why would I ever do that?
I start moaning in time to Cas's thrusts. I always hoped my first time would
have been slow, passionate, and my fucking into an omega. This is the opposite.
This is fast, dirty, and I'm the omega.
When Cas's knot starts to catch, and fuck I was wrong when I said I've never
felt anything bigger than his cock. The guttural growl I hear from Cas as his
knot catches is what gives me that push over the edge. I've never come harder
in my life. I wasn't even touched. Cas's knot swells to the max, and he comes
inside me, right before he bites a huge scar into my neck. Any rational thought
I've ever had is forgotten.
•••
After four more rounds that day, I shower. Without Cas. I needed a moment to
think before my mind became clouded with heat again. "Thank god for birth
control," I think. I may be old enough to have a mate, but I am not old enough
to have a kid with anyone. I still want to go to college, travel, and fly
properly.
Hot damn, I forgot about my wings. Just to prove my point, they give a little
twitch. If being with Cas makes me forget the fact that I've been cursed with
wings, I should have never rejected him. But just because I came to this
revelation, does not mean I will ever admit it.
I should probably wash the bodily fluids out of my wings. I want them to look
good for my new mate. Mate. That word doesn't sound so horrible now that we're
actually bonded. Maybe I'll actually move into Cas's room. Give this "mates"
thing a real shot.
•••
After another four days of mind-blowing sex, our cycles are over. And man, does
my ass hurt. Guess Cas really took it to heart when I said fuck me until I
can't move. Eh, worse things in life. Like physical therapy, which has been
kicking my ass. I've only been to three sessions, cause my heat got in the way.
Ellen isn't going easy on me, even though she's practically my mother. Damn
alpha woman.
The time I've had alone with my thoughts has not helped me one bit. Because you
know what I realized? I'm going to go back school, and everyone's going to know
that I'm the reason Professor Sex Hair has sex hair. Shit. And the big mating
bite on my neck definitely is not going to help the situation. Oh god. Cas is
the teacher on angel sex. Fuck. We've had angel sex, and now he's going to be
talking about it to every. Single. Angel.
Just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse, Cas just reminded me that I
have physical therapy. Fuck. I'm mated to the only guy who gets paid to talk
about sex with me. Fuuuuuck.
I hope he doesn't make me call him Mr. Novak. That's one kink I don't want to
touch with a ten foot pole.
Chapter End Notes
     If you guys have any questions about the story, drop a comment.
     Again, sorry about not being able to post this week. On the bright
     side, one of my teachers gave me three giant loaves of Italian bread
     for helping her out last week. I have a bread dealing teacher. I love
     my school
***** POV Cas *****
Chapter Summary
     An unexpected storm comes. And it isn't the weather
Chapter Notes
     a chapter to celebrate the fact that I write when I'm bored.
     Alright, readers. I got a beta. Which is great. Then I got a second
     one. I wanted two, but I advertised for one. This is like when you
     buy a coke, and win a free one with the bottle cap.
     I've had some questions about the whole Gabriel-nurse-thing, and it's
     coming. Be patient, young grasshopper.
     Follow me on tumblr at dawnofthedishsoap
     The betas that saved my life TyneSwedish and WelshAngel
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"You ready to go back to school?"
"No, Cas, I'm not. I'm not, because everyone will know when you talk about
angel sex that we've had angel sex. It's not ok."
It's not that I want to laugh, it's just that the statement is so ridiculous. I
don't talk about angel sex. If Dean weren't injured, and attended my class,
then he would know that I mostly talk about history. I can't seriously talk
about angel sex without getting a hard-on because I'm thinking about Dean.
"Dean, you've been talking to Charlie right?" He nods, "well then, I think she
would have told you that I have not once talked about angel copulation. So far,
I've been going over how angels came to be, and true mates. While I have had a
few juvenile questions about my sex life, the answer is always a walk to the
principal's office. You should know by now that the only person I want to have
sex with, talk about it, and answer questions about is you, Dean. You are the
only person I ever want to hear about my sex life."
"...uh...I. Thanks, Cas."
•••
Ah yes, teenagers. One thing I did not miss while I took the week of for my
rut. The worst are the human teenagers. Constantly thinking that they're better
because they don't have a pair of wings coming out of their backs. But, joke's
on them. Today in class I'll be teaching about why angels were put on earth. I
hope to god that the angels I teach will tell those god awful humans.
 "Ok, class," I start, "many of you are at the time of your life where you
start wondering 'Why am I an angel?'. Well, today I'll tell you why. Angels
were placed on Earth to be leaders to the humans. I know many of you have been
told that you're bossy because of this, but let me assure you that it is pure
instinct. Angels are meant to me leaders, mentors, and teachers to humanity.
Unfortunately, humans started discriminating us because we have wings. This,
and many other things, led to the belief that angels are inferior. That cannot
be farther from the truth. You are better than the humans because you lead them
to success. Humans only lead each other to defeat. The human, Adolph Hitler,
I'm sure you're all familiar to him, broke ground on one of the biggest
genocides that Earth has ever known. The angel, Winston Churchill, was a major
reason the Earth was led into peace."
After some class time, and questions, I get to last class of the day. Dean's
class. Prior to this, my other classes made some unsavory comments about my
omega. "Did you get that omega whore to fuck into during your rut?" and "I bet
that Winchester hole was nice during your rut." were the two most popular. They
were all sent to the principal's office. Despite how my day has gone, I am
still in a good mood. Better now that I see Dean.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am done talking for the day, please read pages 221-227
in your textbook on the reasons for angels on Earth," comes my tired voice. I
really am done talking my for the day, but I figured Dean would rather read
than listen to me.
After about twenty minutes into class, Charlie Bradbury walks up to my desk.
She's a fiery omega, just as much spirit, if not more than Dean. Her short
wings always make me hungry. They're the color of roasted marshmallows. She
also smells vaguely of them.
"Mr. Novak?"
"Yes, Ms. Bradbury?"
"I was wondering if I could talk to you after class. I have personal angel
things that I would like to discuss."
"Of course, Charlie. I'm glad you came to me for your questions." This earns me
a dramatic eye roll.
"Well, who else would I go to?"
For the rest of class my mind wanders on what Charlie would have to ask me.
She's mated to some alpha named Dorothy. According to Dean, Dorothy is an
upstanding citizen, graduated a year before, and was an angel. All good things.
After the 90 minutes are up, the bell rings, and Dean and Charlie are the only
two left in my room.
"Hey Cas? I'm gonna go see Sammy before he leaves. I'll be back before we go,
ok?"
"Of course, Dean. I would never keep you from your brother. Go have fun."
Charlie and I both watch Dean until the door closes, and we can no longer see
him.
"So Charlie--"
"Why did you mate Dean?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Don't play the stupid alpha card with me, asshole. Dean never wanted an alpha.
But I guess you don't care, huh? It's all about what the alpha wants, isn't it?
I bet you never even stopped to consider what Dean wants. We had plans! We were
going to take a year off and travel. We had a list of places we wanted to go!
Did you know it's always been Dean's dream to see Paris? No! You didn't! You
were too busy thinking about what you wanted out of Dean!"
"Ms. Bradbury, that is enough! I have spent every minute since entering Dean's
life trying to do what he wants! Did he tell you that he's the one who wanted
to mate me? Did he tell you how he likes someone to hold him when he feels
blue? No! You were too busy thinking about how your plans were ruined. And you
know what else, Charlotte? You have a mate!You do not get to say anything about
how Dean was too young. You're the hypocrite that preaches about how bad it is
to mate too young. I would have never mated Dean if he hadn't told me he was
ready! Maybe the problem is that you weren't ready, and you regret it."
Only when my rant ends do I notice that Charlie's cowering. I can see why. I
broke out my alpha voice, my wings are spread in a dominant position, and I
just figured out her greatest secret.
"Charlie, is that true," Dean asks. Dean. How long has he been standing there?
What if he thinks I was verbally assaulting his best friend? What if he hates
me because I went alpha on a defenseless omega? What if--
"Cas, stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles on that pretty face of yours," Dean
says as he walks up to me. His very presence in the room calmed me, and having
him pressed up against me makes my mood even out.
"Dean, I never should have mated as young as I was. I love Dorothy, but I would
have liked to date around before I settled down. I wanted to travel with you,
and that's why I got so angry when I saw that big bite on your neck. I didn't
see a happily mated man, I saw another omega who didn't live their life because
an alpha claimed them."
•••
The rest of my afternoon is spent consoling an unhappy redhead. We came to the
conclusion that she should stay with us for a while, just until she stops
feeling like she's drowning. Dean wants to talk about what happened this
afternoon, but that's not happening until tomorrow. The day has left me
emotionally drained, and I just want to hold my mate and fall asleep.
 As I'm laying around Dean, almost asleep, he nudges me awake.
"Cas, I'm not unhappy with you. I've never felt more comfortable with my wings
since I got them. I've never felt safe in my own home until I met you. I never
wanted kids until I met you. I want you to be just as happy as me, and I don't
think that can happen until you tell me about your past."
I'm wide awake now.
Chapter End Notes
     *gasps* Cas's past! Hate to leave a cliffhanger here, but I'm not
     sorry about it.
     I've been experimenting with wings visuals, and i decided to go with
     bird wings. Here's what I have so far:
      
     Cas_and_Dean's_wings
      
     Charlie's_wings
      
     Jo's_wings
***** POV Dean *****
Chapter Summary
     Takes place in the exact same time as the last one. You'll see a lot
     of the same dialogue
Chapter Notes
     many thanks to my lovely betas
     TyneSwedish and WelshAngel. You guys are my best readers because you
     were the only ones to help me in my time of need. Sorry everyone
     else, but you missed your chance.
     I'm (not) sorry I didn't go into Cas's past in here. Guess you'll
     just have to keep on reading to find out.
     For all of you WOMBATS that didn't read the summary at the beginning,
     this takes place in the
     SAME time frame as the last chapter
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"You ready to go back to school?"
"No, Cas, I'm not. I'm not, because everyone will know when you talk about
angel sex that we've had angel sex. It's not ok"
I can't believe my mate has the stones to laugh at me for that. It's really not
ok. I can't see myself not being harassed in school.
Mr. Brass Balls decides to start talking again.
"Dean, you've been talking to Charlie right?" I nod, "well then, I think she
would have told you that I have not once talked about angel copulation. So far,
I've been going over how angels came to be, and true mates. While I have had a
few juvenile questions about my sex life, the answer is always a walk to the
principal's office. You should know by now that the only person I want to have
sex with, talk about it, and answer questions about is you, Dean. You are the
only person I ever want to hear about my sex life."
"...uh...I. Thanks, Cas."
•••
My first two classes aren't so bad. I've got Jo and Charlie. Jo has the coolest
wings you've ever seen. They're a bluish color, and there's black but they're
all shiny. I'm telling you, I wouldn't mind having someone as awful as Jo as my
true mate if it meant I could have those wings. Since I mated Cas and started
taking care of my wings, they went from roach motel to the hope diamond.
Pretty, but cursed.
I haven't really seen Sammy since I got sprung from the hospital. I miss the
little fucker. He goes to Leigh Junior High which is two miles away. If I still
had my mom she could have taught me to fly. It's not fair that the second the
black fuckers ripped through my back, dad started hurting me. It's not like I
didn't deserve it. It's my fault for being an angel. No Dean, you had no
control over it, some voice in my head that sounds suspiciously like Cas says.
Speak of the devil, I see him. If looks could kill those human teenagers he was
staring at would be smudges on the floor. Why is he so against humans?
•••
Third period comes and goes. Fourth period is Cas's class. Some dickwad,
Gordon, kept asking me if I was the (quote) "omega whore that serviced the new
alpha during his heat". The little fucker didn't know what to do when I caved
and said that yes, he fucked me dry, I rode him, and I got one hell of a mating
mark. I can practically hear Cas's scowl in my mind.
Cas's dismal expression brightens, and a slight nod are all the greeting I get
when I walk into the classroom. So not different from usual. I have no friggin
clue how he can scowl so much and not have terrible wrinkles. Fate really
picked a pretty guy for me.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am done talking for the day, please read pages 221-227
in your textbook on the reasons for angels on Earth," my mate's tired voice
comes. Great. I would rather take notes from a discussion than from my book. I
can't focus when there's silence all around. I need to hear the rich molasses
of my mate's voice to be completely focused on something.
About twenty minutes into class Charlie walks up to Cas's desk and asks him
something. I see Cas make a "duh" face and Charlie's entire body move with the
force of her eye roll. I'm glad my mate and best friend are getting along.
Makes me feel like I've chosen the right people to surround myself with.
My wings have been awful all day. When the bell rings, I tell Cas I'm going to
see Sammy. I can't scare the poor kid. He'll take one look at me, drag me back
to Cas, who'll drag me to the hospital. They can't know the constant pain I'm
in from my wings. Instead of going to see Sam, I go to the nurse. According to
all the newly presented he's got this way with making the pain go away.
"Mr. Milton?"
"Yes, angel whose name I don't know?"
"It's Dean. As you've probably heard from the rumors, my wings have been
damaged. Which wouldn't be too much of a problem if it weren't for the constant
pain they cause me. I've heard from some new angels that you have some magic
cure for wing pain."
"Yes and no. I do have a cure, but it's not magic. It's sugar."
"What?"
"Candy, dear boy, candy."
"I still don't get it."
He leads me around the room to his desk. He opens a drawer that is literally
full of candy. No wonder everyone likes him.
"Pick your poison kid, I wanna leave," Mr. Milton says with fake annoyance. I
reach in and choose a little thing of licorice.
"Thanks for the candy and all, but how is this going to help?"
"Well, Deano, from my medical point of view, it's very difficult to be unhappy
when you're eating candy."  
One weird ass conversation with the nurse later, I'm walking back to Cas's
room. Despite my earlier awkwardness, the licorice is all it takes for me to
forget that fact that I'm in pain. I'm gonna need to forget much more, because
when I found the corner the stink of angry alpha hits me like a lunch to the
jaw. Abrupt, and very painful. Every fiber of my being is telling me to run in
and make my please my alpha, but I need to know why he's angry.
"--he was ready! Maybe the problem is that you weren't ready, and you regret
it," was the tail end of the argument I caught.
I step into the room, see Cas's wings flared in angry alpha dominance, and
Charlie cowering. I need to know if he's right.
"Charlie, is that true," I ask.
Cas has this horrible realization on his face. I can almost hear the questions
he's asking himself. My mate's anxiety is not something I need to deal with
right now.
"Cas, stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles on that pretty face of yours," I say,
walking up to him.
The small headache I got from the anxiety disappears. Me just being in the room
calmed him, but now that I'm right up against him, he practically turns to
jello.
"Dean, I never should have mated as young as I was. I love Dorothy, but I would
have liked to date around before I settled down. I wanted to travel with you,
and that's why I got so angry when I saw that bug bite on your neck. I didn't
see a happily mated man, I saw another omega who didn't live their life because
an alpha claimed them," Charlie admits regretfully.
•••
Cas and I (me) come to the conclusion that Charlie should stay with us for a
while. I don't want to ever have my best friend feel like she's struggling to
breathe, so she's gonna stay with us for a while. The image of my mate looking
terrifying is seared into my brain. But one thing I need to know before
Charlie's fears are gone is Cas's past. How can one person hate humans so much,
reflexively go dominant when even a little angry, and not notice he's scaring
an omega? The number one thing I don't understand is how he can automatically
go back to calm right after.
My visibly tired mate crawls into bed before curling himself around me, wings
and all. It's a possessive gesture that I don't hate. Being curled up with my
mate's wings around me will always be nice, but I don't understand why he feels
the need to show possessiveness when it's just the two of us. He's probably
thinking that I'm unhappy, and that I want to leave. Awesome.
I feel his breathing even out before I remember to nudge him. I was thinking
for so long I forgot to remind him that I won't leave.
"Cas, I'm not unhappy with you. I've never felt more comfortable with my wings
since I got them. I've never felt safe in my own home until I met you. I never
wanted kids until I met you. I want you to be just as happy as me, and I don't
think that can happen until you tell me about your past."
He stiffens against me, and his wings leave their position around my body.
Fuck, I've done it now.
Chapter End Notes
     Kudos to you if you caught the Lego Movie reference. Not gonna tell
     you what it is. Next chapter you'll get to hear about Cas's past.
***** POV Cas *****
Chapter Summary
     We learn about what makes Cas tick.
Chapter Notes
     Ah, my faithful readers. Your questions will (hopefully) be answered.
     Comment with any extras.
     As always, my betas TyneSwedish and WelshAngel.Thanks
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"What?"
"Cas, I know you heard me. I've noticed subtle things. No man, angel or not,
should be able to do what you did. You went from angry and possessive to calm
and caring at the drop of a hat! It's not normal! I know you know that I'm
happy here, but I'm not happy with our mating because I don't know everything
about you," after my omega is finished with his rant, I'm stunned.
I start gathering my pillows and blanket before walking out. As I'm in the
doorway, I turn to look at Dean.
"Dean, this is going to take a long time to talk about, it's a school night,
and we are both going in tomorrow. We can talk about this when we get home.
Understand?" It's meant to sound like a question, but I use my alpha voice on
Dean. I hate doing it, but this isn't up for discussion. He nods meekly before
rolling over, and going to sleep. I leave, determined to give my mate some
privacy. The couch was always comfortable to sleep on.
•••
"Oh look, Cassie's crying. All the little baby boy does is cry. We should give
him something to cry about, don't you think?"
"Why Michael, that's the best idea I've ever heard from you."
"C'mon Zach, let's go have some fun."
"Why do you do this to me?! I've never done anything to you!"
"Oh silly Cas, this is what happens when your family is filthy angel scum."
The first punch is to my jaw, knocking me down.
"Stop! Please!"
A kick to the stomach, a sickening crack that signals my rib breaking. A scream
even I didn't know I could make. A kick to my mouth, a dirty boot going into it
because I was screaming.
"Someone! Help! Please help me!"
"Cas! Cas! Castiel what's wrong! Cas, baby, you're scaring me!"
What's going on? This never happened.
"Cas!"
I gasp and shoot up as Dean wakes me up, knocking our heads together.
"Ow," Dean grumbles.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you ok? Can you see me fine?"
"Cas, I think the better question is are you ok? You kept screaming for help.
You actually fell of the couch you were squirming so bad."
"Dean, now's not the time. Go back to bed," I say. I want so desperately to go
with him, but I can't knowing how he feels about my past.
"No can do, big guy. I'm not gonna sleep without you ever again. Nightmares,"
Dean says he flops down next to me. Immediately I cover him with a wing. It's
nice knowing that Dean's mine and no human can ever take him away.
"Alright Cas, as much as I love your wings around me, I'm not so gung-ho about
it when you are keeping things from me."
"Dean, it's not that easy. You couldn't possibly understa--"
"You stop right there. What could I not understand? I can't understand torture.
Oh wait, I can! In case you don't remember, the night we met my dad tried to
cut my fucking wings off! You don't get to say I don't understand that. I also
don't understand being bullied for being an male omega angel. Oh wait, I do! I
know what it's like to be constantly tormented by people, so why can't you tell
me what's wrong?"
"Dean, it's not that simple I--"
"Forget I said anything. We are not ok. I'm going to stay with Ellen for a
little bit, just until you realize that I'm not some weak omega whose alpha has
to protect them from the world. Until you're ready to tell me everything, and I
mean everything, we are not mates. We are strangers." In one night, my life
ruins. Only a shitty alpha like me can accomplish that.
•••
It's been four days since I've seen Dean. He keeps skipping my class, and
ignoring my texts. I had to ask Sam to tell Dean that I'm sorry and that I love
him. I don't even know if my message got across, because I didn't see Sam
again. Is keeping my secret really worth losing my mate? No. Of course not.
That was stupid of me to ask. I've just gotta swallow my pride, corner Dean,
and tell him everything. Easy.
•••
"Hey Dean, wait up," I heard Jo yell from across the hall. Dean. He's near my
room. Now's my chance.
Exiting my room, I spot the swoosh of black that means my mate has turned
around. Good. It will be easier for me to corner him if he can't see me.
Tiptoeing up to Dean, I put my hands on his shoulders, turn him around, and
push him into my room.
"Dude, what the fuck!"
"Dean. I'm ready to tell you everything."
"It's about damn time."
"Dean, you need to promise me three things first. One, you will move back in
with me. Two, we will resume our lives like nothing happened. And three, please
don't hate me."
"Ok Cas, I promise. The only thing that would make me hate you is if you killed
Sam."
"Good. I'm holding you to that." I sigh. This is going to be long, so I sit
down, gesturing for Dean to do the same. He does.
"Being born the child of two angels, I was born with wings, like all my
siblings. You know how it is, if a child is born of two angels, they will
definitely be an angel.
When I was eight we moved to Mississippi. They're a very anti-angel state.
These two human boys, constantly beat me up. They never stopped. They even
broke my wings. That was the last straw for my dad. That night, he went to the
houses of Michael and Zachariah Adler, and killed their parents. My dad always
said that anyone who raised their boys to be so terrible didn't deserve to
live.
We left Mississippi that year and moved to California. They're a very pro-angel
state. The exact place we needed to be. I was there for nine years, and only
left to go to college in New York.
During my college years, Zachariah found me again. By then I was top alpha of
my class. He was a beta. Never expected me to be an alpha because I never
fought back. Well, my second year at college is when Zachariah decided to make
himself known. It started with small things, glances on the subway, standing
next to me in line, nothing huge. Then, he started touching my wings.
Occasional brushes over the joints that he and his brother broke all those
years ago. After about two months of that, he started squeezing the joints.
Hard. Hard enough to almost break them, but never enough to actually harm them.
I snapped. I flared my wings, showing off the alpha rage he didn't even know I
had. I swung my wings around, knocking him out. One good swing to the temple
will do that. He fell down faster than the twin towers.
Never being one for violence, I called an ambulance, and stayed with him in the
hospital until he woke up. He needed to know that I forgave him for everything
that happened ten years ago, and that I was sorry for hurting him. I laid my
wings over him while I was waiting for him to wake up.
As uncomfortable as that position was, I held it for the two hours it took him
to wake up. He went ballistic. Started yelling, swinging his hands around. Then
he saw my wings. It was too late for me to move them. He grabbed my right wing,
and started tearing out feathers. The pain was so bad, I didn't even realize I
was screaming. I started swinging my fists around, and one of them collided
with Zachariah's neck. One sickening crack later, and the feathers stopped
being pulled out, and the heart monitor flat lined. Nurses and orderlies came
rushing through the doors, and sedated me. I'm glad they did, I didn't need to
see the body of my former tormentor.
After my days in the hospital, and in the county jail, I made a name for myself
as the Avenger. Any human I came across that was hurting an angel had the fear
of God put into them.
I finished college at 21 and went on to get my first teaching job at an
elementary school. Six months in, I started going to night school to further my
degree. One of my classmates was none other than Michael Adler. He knew it was
me who killed his brother, but didn't know what I did in my spare time at
college. He tried fighting me, but his efforts were nothing compared to some of
the fights I'd been in.
I liked my job as a teacher, so I didn't kill Michael. Instead I called the
police on him. Apparently he had some charges in Mexico of angel trafficking.
Luckiest day of my life. He got put away pretty quickly.
When I turned 23 I had my masters, and I started teaching at a high school in
Texas, and that puts us to now."
"Oh my god," was Dean's reaction. "My mate's a badass!"
"What?"
"Cas, you helped innocent angels when they were being hurt. You didn't kill
anyone on purpose, and that's what counts."
"I expected you to hate me, not to be proud of me."
"Castiel, I was tortured by a human who believed that humans were better than
angels. You protected angels who had that happening to them."
"Oh. Ok."
"C'mon Cas, let's go home. I can't wait to tell you the news about Sammy."
Chapter End Notes
     I just wouldn't be me if I didn't leave you with a cliffhanger. Hold
     on tight, and be glad I'm not stepping on your fingers.
***** POV Dean *****
Chapter Summary
     Lightheartedness. I think that's a word. Fluff to make up for the
     MOUNTIAN of angst I threw you guys off of. Oh, and sex. You guys
     deserve it.
Chapter Notes
     Well hello, good to see you there. I I honestly meant to post a
     chapter last week and yesterday, but I had a wicked cold. Then I had
     a bitch of a sinus infection, still have it, actually. I would have
     written, but blinding headaches kinda stop the creative process.
     Also, sorry it's not being posted on a Monday. I didn't even remember
     I have to update a chapter, and when I did it was like six. My
     betaTyneSwedish,all the thanks.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Oh?"
"Yeah, the jackass made a bet with this Jess girl during Latin. Oh man, I gotta
meet this chick. She bet Sammy a dollar, a fucking dollar," my laughing was
keeping me from telling the story. But how can I not laugh when Cas is making
that face?
"Why did she bet Sam a dollar," Cas asks doing the cute head-tilty-thing that's
so adorable.
"Sam's pen wasn't working, so Ruby suggested that he warm it and try again.
When that didn't work, Jess stepped in. Well Cas, she bet that if Sam popped
the writing part of his pen, he couldn't suck it for a full minute. So the
idiot pops the tip off his pen, and sucks for dear life. Jess was watching and
laughing. About thirty seconds in, Sam stops, throws the pen, and spits a giant
glob of ink on his Latin paper. He runs out of the room to the bathroom, and
Jess is howling with laughter. So was Andy and Ruby. The Latin teacher just
walks up to Jess and goes, 'If you can make him suck a pen knowing that it
wasn't going to end well, you could easily take over the world by convincing
everyone to do what you want.'"
"Dean, how do you know this?"
"The Latin teacher's Bobby. He's been teaching about three years. Owns a
salvage yard, too."
"Ah, right. Of course. I knew that."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, alpha," I taunt.
•••
Tonight's the first night of me being home since Cas and I took our little
break. Our sex life's been shit since my heat's been over. By shit, I mean
nonexistent. That's right, the great Dean Winchester has not had sex in four
weeks. That gives me two until my heat, and I want sex that I remember, dammit.
I need something to tell Cas that I want him to jump my bones. I could just
come out and say it, but that's suspiciously like a porno. Stash that one away
for later, then. I may be an omega, but I will not make a path out of flower
petals and sit on the bed in lingerie. I don't even have lingerie. Not that I
want any, I'm too manly for that. Manly man. Manly man that wants a dick shoved
up his ass until he can't walk tomorrow. Totally manly.
'Cause it's Friday, Cas stays after to teach students how to groom wings.
Apparently, he has like thirty people signed up for tonight. Not all are
angels. Friday's I have physical therapy, but Ellen said, and I quote, "Dean, I
can tell you don't want to be here more than usual. Get your ass outta here,
and get alpha dick in it." Of course I was mortified, but she only laughed and
shooed me out the door.
•••
Cooking is the one thing that I love but that I never do. Like Cas. Dean, how
the fuck could you love someone youbarelyspend time with?The part of my brain
that sounds like Dad tells me. Haha, joke's on you Daddio, I am gonna do Cas.
 Setting the plates of seafood risotto on the table, I hear Cas walk in. "Dean,
why does it smell so good in here? Did you buy a new air freshener on your way
back from therapy?"
"I made dinner."
"You can cook?!"
"Wow Cas, you mate a guy without even knowing that he can cook."
"I'm sorry Dean, it looks amazing. What is it?"
"Glad you asked. You've got on your plate seafood risotto that I made that
myself, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, Italian sausage just for fun, and
white wine," I finish proudly. I should be proud. I made a feast for my mate,
and he looks happy. Happy mate, happy life.
Cas sits down, practically drooling over the scent of the food. I make my way
to the dining room, and sit across from Cas. After waiting for me to get
settled, he practically attacks the food on his plate. The little shit's
moaning at the food. I did good.
After we eat our seconds, Cas asks me what's for dessert. Ah, the moment I've
been waiting for. "Well, I made a cherry pie, and you can either eat warm with
ice cream, or you can eat it off of me," I say cockily. I've seen most of Cas's
faces, but I've never seen his eyes pop out of his head. Fucker recovers
quickly, and smirks.
"I'll have it with ice cream, and then I'll have you," Cas says. Never in my
life have I wanted to skip dessert before.
Cas and I eat our pie (clothed), and then he goes to put the plates up. I see
my chance, and run. I figure my alpha can't resist a chase, and boy was I
right. I barely make it to the bedroom before Cas is pinning me to the bed.
"Cas, if you wanna tumble in the sheets, you have to take your clothes off."
I really shouldn't have said anything, because next thing I know my clothes are
literally being ripped off. I liked my shirt.
"Well then. Let's get this tumble in the sheets started," Cas says between
kisses.
Face in the pillows, ass in the air, I'm presenting for my alpha. I hear lewd
moan come from my mate before a finger is thrusted inside of me.
"Cas, you have ten seconds to get another finger inside of me," I pant out. Two
fingers are in me now, stretching and exploring my insides. A third finger is
added, and yeah it hurts a little, but with the ungodly amount of slick I'm
producing, it only hurts for a second.
"Cas, you better hurry it up, I'm close."
"You're so wet for me. Can't wait to shove my cock in there, and really feel
you," Cas says. How he can talk right now is beyond me. Instead of some smart
remark, I moan. Loudly. Cas takes his fingers out, licks them, and then slams
his length into me all at once.
"Fuck Dean, you're so tight."
"That's nice, now move!"
Cas pretty much pulls out, and I whine, thinking he's done. Boy am I wrong,
because he slams back in me. And this keeps going on, and about three thrusts
in, I cry out 'cause the man has found and impaled my prostate.
"Caaaaaaas," I say breathily.
"Dean, close." The knot that I'm craving is starting to rub against my hole.
Powerful thrusts that shake the bed make the rapidly forming knot catch on my
insides. The feel of the knot and the pounding on my prostate send me over the
edge with a cry of my alpha's name. The thrusts stop short, a dick twitches
inside of me, and Cas is shooting his load into me with renewed energy.
"We should probably shift out positions," Cas, almighty stater of the obvious
says.
"Yeah, this isn't the most comfortable position ever."
With a grunt, Cas hooks his arm under me and flops us down onto our sides. One
thing I will take to my grave is that I love being cuddled.
I'm about halfway asleep from my orgasm high when I remember I wanted to tell
Cas something.
"Hey Cas?"
"Mmph?"
"I love you."
Chapter End Notes
     Fun fact: the story Dean tells in the beginning happened to me last
     Tuesday during Spanish. I still can't believe I convinced my nineteen
     year old class mate to do something so fundamentally stupid. I feel
     like I could con people out of their money. I should try that.
***** POV Cas *****
Chapter Summary
     Just some fluffy stuff. And we get a glimpse into physical therapy
     sessions.
Chapter Notes
     Wow, what I week I've had. I had a birthday party on Friday, because
     my birthday was Sunday. Totally not fishing for happy birthdays, but
     I kind of am. Anyway, I got a fish tank! It's got a black light so
     the fish glow and it's gonna be really cool. I get the fish on
     Tuesday.
     Many thanks to my betaTyneSwedish
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"I love you."
He loves me?! Oh my god, oh my god, what do I do? I can't say nothing but I
can't say the wrong thing. He might leave me. Fuck, fuck, if I say I love him
he's gonna overreact and I'm going to be alone again. Oh no.
"Cas? Everything ok? You don't have to say it back it's just...never mind.
Forget I said anything," my Dean panics.
"Dean, it's not that. I do love you, I'm just scared," I say trying to placate
Dean. It works, and I feel him relax.
"Why are you scared? I thought mating me was all you wanted." Dean's wings
start nervously twitching. And by twitching I mean flailing around frantically.
"Dean, calm down, you'll hurt your wings. Being your mate is all I want, but
you didn't exactly show the same enthusiasm when I brought it up. In fact, I
thought you were going to strangle me." I let out a breathy chuckle at the
memory.
"But Dean, you have to understand, I loved you the moment I met you, but you
took my heart and stomped on it. When we were in the hospital, all I could
think was that my mate was going to die hating me when I loved him so much.
When you said you loved me, it scared me because I remember when you wanted
nothing more than to forget you ever met me," I say. For an alpha with a brutal
past, I'm surprisingly good at voicing me feelings.
"Oh thank god," I hear my mate say breathily."I thought you were going to say
you didn't feel the same way, or that you didn't want someone as broken as me.
But it turn you you're just a big sappy alpha."
Dean leans over to kiss me before cuddling my side and falling asleep. I have a
mate who loves me, his family accepts me, and Dean should be able to flap his
wings properly soon. Things are going good, I think before I fall asleep.
•••
"Cas, we're never going to finish unpacking if you keep stopping to kiss me."
"Maybe I like kissing you, did you ever think of that?"
"As much as I love you kissing me, I want this house livable before I finish
college. Then we can start a family. But that is never going to happen if you
don't stop dry humping me," me mate says with a genuine smile on his face.
"Oh come on Dean, you know you love me."
"Yes but--"
I woke from the best dream of my life because Dean was flicking my nose.
"Wha?"
"Thank god you're awake. Anyone ever tell you you sleep like a dead man?
Anyway, Ellen just called. She told me she had a cancellation this morning so
we can have an 'extra long session today.' So get your ass outta bed, we gotta
be there by ten instead of noon,"
Dean informs me as he's taking my blankets off.
"No, five more minutes," I whine.
"No can do, you said that ten minutes ago. C'mon, it's 9:30."
"Why didn't you start with that?!"
"You're a cute sleeper and I was in the shower."
"Seriously, Dean? I don't get to shower or eat breakfast because I'm a 'cute
sleeper'?"
"Your little nose was twitching and you kept trying to jump my bones. By the
way, nice morning wood you've got there," Dean was chuckling. I look down to
see that, yes my dick is wide awake, and that I can feel a knot forming.
"Dean, I can't drop you off today. You know where the keys are, I'll see you at
two," I say. I would like to drop Dean off, but lieu of my erection, that's
just not gonna happen.
"No can do. Ellen told me that she wants to see your fine ass at my session
today."
"She seriously said my ass was 'fine'," I question with a blank look on my
face.
"Ok, I might have added that, but you gotta fix that early riser over there,
because I am not going alone."
One quick party with my right hand later, and I'm ready to go. "Oh god, I'm
starting to think like Dean," I think. The drive over is awkward because every
ten seconds Dean is looking at me and giggling because I have to go over to
physical therapy with him with a knot that hasn't fully gone down. It's the
asshole's fault, if he hadn't told me he loved me, I never would have had that
dream. But I would rather suffer from embarrassment than suffer thinking that
Dean doesn't love me.
Walking through the hospital doors and walking to the Recovery section is one
of the worst things in my life. I have a giggling mate and nurses are giving me
dirty looks because you can't really see my knot, but you can see enough to
know that it's there. And Dean, I'm beginning to worry, keeps looking at my
clutch and giggling like he knows something I don't. Two can play at this game.
In a voice that you would use when approaching a wounded tiger I say to Dean,
"Sweetie, we have to get to the Recovery Ward. The sooner we get there, the
quicker the voices will stop," one dirty look from Dean, "I know how much they
enjoy making jokes, but please my love, try to hold on your laughter until
we're talking to the nice doctor. Is that ok?" Now I'm the one holding in
laughter.
The look Dean is giving me makes me so glad that looks can't kill. The entire
ride up the elevator, and walk to the reception desk is spent with Dean
absolutely fuming at me. Nudging his right wing with my left as a playful
gesture, I remind him to lose the "I'm gonna murder someone" look.
Since I've never been here, Dean is the one that checks in. We're waiting about
ten minutes before a kind looking beta nurse calls deans name and escorts us to
the gym they use for angel physical therapy. It's an open room, painted a
welcoming yellow color, skylights, a ballet bar, a wall of mirrors, various
exercise equipment, and a door to an outdoor courtyard on the roof where I'm
assuming they teach angels how fly again.
Dean walks over to Ellen, who is playing on her phone with a bored look on her
face. She puts down her phone when Dean starts whacking the toe or her sneaker
with his boot.
"Dean, hello. How are things? Nice to see that alpha of yours finally decided
to join you."
"Hey Ellen. Things are good. As for my alpha, he's on probation." I chuckle
when Dean throws a quick glare at me.
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"I was giggling because guess who woke up about to pop a knot? Well anyway, he
says something in front of the entire hospital lobby about the voices in my
head cracking jokes." Another glare from Dean.
He's so busy staring daggers at me that he doesn't notice Ellen is about to
crack up.
"Nicely done, Cas. I officially welcome you to the family," Ellen tells me with
the brightest smile I've ever seen from someone that's not Dean.
"Now, if you two are done with your petty lover's spat, I'd like to get this
session started. Dean, you do your stretches while I fill your mate in on all
the details."
"Yes ma'am," Dean says before walking over to an exercise ball.
"So how has he been doing," I ask eagerly.
"Well, he's making good progress considering the damage done. But, he's still
not confident enough to fly. He's nowhere near ready, but usually I have
feathered assholes nagging me about when they can fly again. I need you to help
build his confidence on flying. For the most part, his wings are completely
healed, we just have to get them strong and flexible enough for flying," Ellen
says with a serious face.
"How am I supposed to help him with flying if his wings aren't ready?"
"I don't know, let him ride you like a cowboy or something so he can flap his
wings."
"Ellen!"
"What? Don't you give me that look, boy! I'm the doctor here, and I'm
prescribing you activities that get his excitement up so he flaps his wings."
"Well why didn't you say that?"
"I wanted to screw with you. Dean says you take everything literally, so I
figured I might as well have some fun."
•••
"Cas, I want you to take his right wing and stretch it out as far as it goes.
Dean, I want you to hold your wing in that position for sixty seconds. Then I
want you to give it a flap or two. Do that to each wing twice before Dean here
stretches them on his own and giving them both test flaps. At the same time.
Got it, Winchester? I don't want to hear Cas telling me that you didn't spread
your wings," Ellen says as we are about to leave.
After four hours, I'm tired. I had to model the stretches for Dean because we
have the same wings. I can only imagine the strain Dean is feeling.
"Alright, now you two get your asses outta here and I want to see you both next
week," Ellen reminds us as we are leaving the ward.
Getting into the car, Dean slumps in his seat before he looks at me. With an
exhausted voice he says to me, "Thanks for coming today. I wanna try flying but
something is holding me back. It means a lot to me that you want to help me. I
love you."
"I love you too, Dean." By the time we make it home, I have a sleeping mate.
He's out cold, so I fly him into the bedroom before tucking him into bed. A
knock at the door pulls my attention from my mate.
Walking across my apartment to the door, the knocking gets louder. Unlocking
and opening the door reveals a face I haven't seen in years.
"Brother?"
"Castiel, I need help."
Chapter End Notes
     I can tell how many of you actually read my notes. I'll just sit and
     wait for the proof that you read it.
     Plus I left a lovely cliffhanger.
     BTW flying in my au is like the flying in the show.
***** POV Cas *****
Chapter Summary
     We learn a little about Cas's family and a lot about the brother on
     the doorstep.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Castiel, I need help."
"But, it's been four years since we've last seen each other. Why suddenly knock
on my door, disturb me and my mate, panting like you just ran a marathon?"
"You mated?"
"Really? That's all you took away from that?"
"Alright, Asstiel. Since you asked, I'm panting because of the fucking stab
wound in my side. I wouldn't have come here for help, but the mob's after me.
Lucky for me, they don't know about you. For once in your life, being a weird
social outcast has helped you."
"Why the hell didn't you start with that?! Get in the car, we're going to the
hospital. I gotta leave a note for Dean, get you a towel or something, I--"
"Gonna stop you there Cassie."
My brother grunts and grimaces in pain as he half drags himself over to the
kitchen table. What am I going to say to Dean? "Hey mate, I've got an estranged
brother that I never talk to and he's suddenly here bleeding out in our
kitchen, saying the mob is out after him. That's cool right," I thought
"Balthazar, go into the bathroom and start to clean yourself up. First aid kit
is under the sink."
"Sir yes sir, Corporal Grumpy Cas."
"Balth, you're bleeding all over my house, yet you're making jokes? Get to the
bathroom before I let my mate have his way with you."
"Ooh, kinky."
"Bathroom."
Fuck. An estranged brother I haven't seen for years just pops up bleeding half
to deathon my door step complaining that the mob is after him for an unknown
reason. And on top of this, Dean and I have reached a new and exciting place in
our relationship. Dean. Oh no. Ooohhh no. He doesn't even know I have brothers.
"Cas? Who's at the door," comes the sleep heavy voice of my mate.
Making my way into the bedroom, I decide the best place to start is the
beginning.
"Dean, honey, I need you to wake up. It's imperative that you are awake to
understand everything I'm going to tell you." This gets his attention. His
bright green eyes, that were hazy with exhaustion, are now awake and alert with
curiosity.
"Wow, last time you said something like that, I got mated," Dean says with a
breathy chuckle. "But I guess that is actually serious, huh?"
"Do you remember what I've told you about my family?"
"Yeah, you guys moved around a lot, parents were supportive of you, dad
murdered someone for you. The usual."
"Dean this is no time for jokes. My brother is in the bathroom, bleeding from a
stab wound he somehow got from a mobster." 
 
"You have a brother!?"
"Brothers. Four of them. And two sisters. In order of oldest to youngest
there's Lucifer, he has a bad name, but he's an incredibly successful
prosecuting lawyer with auburn wings. Alpha. Next there's Balthazar, the one
bleeding out in our bathroom, last I knew he was homicide detective with steel
graywings. Alpha. After him, there's Anna, she insists on dying her hair fire
engine red to match her wings, and she's a kindergarten teacher in Michigan.
Alpha. Kid number four is yours truly, a dashingly handsome, sexy alpha high
school teacher with an even more handsome mate. My other sister Hannah is next.
She and I are fraternal twins. Her wings are black too, but a more matte color.
She is in medical school studying to be a psychiatrist. Beta. Great for her
chosen profession. Next you have Inias. I think he's at NYU but I have no clue.
He's the one I don't keep tabs on. His wings are a creamish color. Pretty sure
he's a beta. The baby of the family is Samandriel Alfred. None of us wanted to
call him Samandriel, it's a mouthful, so we all call him Alfie. He's a freshman
at MIT studying mechanical engineering. His wings are a royal purple color.
Beta. My mother, Naomi is a beta with dark green wings. My father, Chuck
Shurley, is an alpha with hawk style wings. The children are all alphas or
betas because an omega from such a mating is incredibly rare. Also, all the
children have my mother's last name. Novak was better for leading a legacy than
Shurley was. Mother repeatedly told us that we would never be taken seriously
if we didn't have a strong last name like Novak. I was going to get to this in
my next lesson at school, but alphas usually have more noticeable colored
wings, while betas have earthier and more muted colors. Of course, my mother
and Balthazar are the exception to the rule. Also, wing colors are not genetic
and are unique to each angel, unless true mates." I end my brief explanation
with a sigh. Although I never want my family to be dragged down by my past, I
do miss them terribly.
"Wait a minute," Dean starts, "the mob only gets involved with the legal guys
for their own good. So if Balthazar the homicide detectivehad a run in with the
mob, they probably paid for his silence. That should be the end of it, unless
it kept happening. But they would still pay for him to keep his trap shut."
Dean takes a deep breath before continuing, "Cas, the only reason the mob would
be after him is if he was a rat. Castiel, get him out of my house. I don't want
to be associated with someone who has a target painted on their, and the backs
of those who help them."
•••
One heated fight with Balthazar later, he admits to ratting out the Italian mob
for 2.7 million dollars to the Russian mob. The Don, the location, the murders,
everything. Even next in line to be Don. To say Dean was furious to have him in
our home was a gross understatement.
"Well boys, thanks for the hospitality, and the stitches. I'm gonna go crash on
the couch for a century or so," Balthazar says standing up.
"No! You will get out of my house and fogret where it is," Dean says with a
fiery anger that I haven't heard since he was in the hospital.
"Cassie, get your omega in check. He seems to think its ok to talk back to an
alpha like myself. Goodnight!" Balthazar says like he's the alpha of this
house.
Standing so quickly that the chair falls down, I flare my wings in dominance
whilst walking over to the sorry sack of shit that is my brother.
"Balthazar, you have twenty seconds to apologize and leave my house before
having the mob find you sounds like fun," I yell with an anger I haven't had
since I got into fight with Zachariah.
"Whoa, Cassie, take it ea--"
"13 seconds left." I say with undeniable dominance over my brother.
"Well then, sorry for speaking the truth to you, Deano. And Cassie, thanks for
the medical help. Now, if you'll excuse me--"
Crack
Dean lands a powerful punch the face of my asshole brother. "If you ever come
into this city again, I will kill you," Dean screams with the anger that is
unique to him.
With an obviously broken nose and blood pouring down his face, Balthazar runs
out the door yelling something about a "devil omega".
Relaxing my wings, I take a deep breath before moving over to my mate and
sweeping him into a kiss. Dean breaks our passionate kiss before saying, "Next
time I tell you to get someone out of our house, you listen to me."
"Of course, Dean," I whisper before pulling Dean into a passionate kiss. While
my tongue is locked in my mate's mouth, I sense someone else in the room.
With a squeal and a flash of red hair, Charlie runs over to us. "Oh my god!
That was so fucking awesome! Cas, you were all big scary alpha, and Dean! You
were the the damsel in distress, and then you fucking punched the dragon!"
"Charlie, I'm not gonna lie to you, I forgot you lived here. But I hope you can
forgive me over that."
"Ha! It's no problem. I'm only here to sleep. Plus, I kinda haven't been here
the past couple of days. Been staying with Jo. But believe me, you two are
super oblivious with all those newly mated pheromones going around." Dean and I
share a look before he asks the question that's on both of our minds.
"Charlie, were you here when we had sex?"
"No. But I did accidentally walk into the apartment when you guys were sharing
your declarations of love. Cute, really. Anyway, I'm only here to tell you guys
that I'm gonna be moving out tomorrow. Dorothy and I fixed our problems, and we
want to live together again."
"Charlie, that's fantastic," I say happily.
"Yeah it is, Char. You deserve to be happy," Dean says with a thousand watt
grin on his face.
"I'm gonna split now. You two go have 'we just beat the evil brother' sex."
"Charlie," Dean and I both exclaim at the same.
"Adios bitches," Charlie says throwing the Vulcan hand sign at us.
After she leaves, Dean turns to me and says, "You know, 'I just defeated the
evil brother sex' is sex that I've never had before."
"You know, neither have I."
"We should try it out."
"Definately, Dean."
Chapter End Notes
     REALLY sorry this is late. I was gonna post it last week, but I had a
     LOT of problems figuring out why Balthazar would suddenly show up on
     Cas and Dean's doorstep. Thank you, TyneSwedish for the idea of the
     mob is out to get him.
     P. S. everything I wrote about the mob was from The Godfather
     Anyway, I TOTALLY forgot about Charlie. At least I didn't kill her
     off ;)
     The moment you have all been waiting for, the wings of the Novak
     family.
     Naomi's_wings  
     Samandriel's_wings  
     Inias's_wings 
     Hannah's_wings  
     Anna's_wings
     I chose a pelican's wings because they were the only ones that fit
     the color description.
      Balthazar's_wings
      Chuck's_wings  
     Lucifer's_wings
***** POV Dean *****
Chapter Summary
     Sex and worry. And worry over sex.
Chapter Notes
     Heads up to my readers. If you're gonna get a GloLite tank and get
     the glow fish, do NOT mix a little purple fish with a little green
     fish. Wyatt, my first green fish and Cerberus, my purple fish, were
     always chasing each other. I thought they were playing, but my mom
     thought the purple fish was being aggressive. I brushed it to the
     side. Mysteriously, Wyatt died. So today I get a new green fish,
     Toro, and the first thing Cerberus does is try to attack the gills of
     Toro. Don't mix little purple fish with little green fish.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Hey Cas," I ask my mate as he's spooning me after our awesome sex.
"Yes, my love?" Yay, you're awake,I think.
"I want kids. Not now, definitely not, but I see a couple of mini uses running
around with cute little wings," I say, laying in bed with my mate. Lemme tell
you, "I just defeated the evil brother sex" is fucking amazing. All hot and
fast and furious. I almost wish Cas's other brothers turn out to be huge
douches just so we can do this again.
"Dean, I'm glad you said that. A couple nights ago I had this dream, you and I
were moving into a house, and we were gonna start a family, and then I woke up,
and it kinda hurt," is the earnest response Cas.
I snuggle up further into the chest of my mate and say,"After I go to college.
Promise."
•••
Finals week.
The hell week right before winter break, and another before the end of the
year. And to top it all off, I have a heat coming up. Smack in the middle of
the worst week of my life.
Ok, that week in the hospital was pretty bad. But my point still stands. At
least I have a mate to soothe the literal burn. I know several omegas in my
grade that have to suffer through a hell of a week with only a big piece of
rubber to sate them.
•••
Monday.
Cas and I are sitting at the kitchen table. I'm doing my god awful calculus
homework, and he's grading papers. Sometimes, when he has a test for us coming
up, he'll give me a bubble sheet for me to choose the answers. Of course, he
gives my class a different test, because how would that be fair?
Anyway, we're sitting at the table with some awful indie music Cas likes when
his red pen stops moving, he looks at me, and asks, "Dean, you seem more
stressed than usual. Especially since you're doing math homework. Everything
ok?"
"No, everything's not 'ok'! I get my heat on Wednesday, in the middle of finals
week, and my mate is a teacher, so he can't skip a day or two to fuck my so
hard I can't move," I snap. In hindsight, I should have expected my mate to
look a little upset with me.
"Dean, sweetheart, calm down. I know you know that if it was up to me, you
would be taking this entire week and the next one just for your heat. Now, my
love, do you need help reviewing for your history final tomorrow?"
"Actually, yeah," I say with a furious blush on my face. "I can't fucking
remember anything about the Holy Roman Empire, and that's the majority of this
test."
"Ah, something I actually know," Cas says without a hint of lackadaisical
sarcasm.
•••
Tuesday.
I'm eating lunch when one of my friends gets brave and asks me the dreaded
question.
"Dean, everything ok? You seem more stressed than usual," Jo asks as I'm
halfway through a giant bite of the roast beef sandwich Cas made me earlier.
After I swallow my bite of amazing sandwich I answer, "No, Jo. I'm not ok. I
get my heat tomorrow, and I'm really stressed out, and I just want to die."
"Wow. Glad I'm a beta. Don't have to deal with all your hormonal shit," Jo says
with a smug grin.
"Jo, not in the mood. I'm about to see my mate, and this could easily trigger
an early heat, which'll send dear ol' Cas into rut," I say with utmost
seriousness.
•••
Wednesday.
Cas is trying (failing) to get me up for school when I whine, "Do I have to go
into school today?"
"Dean, when you go into heat today, we'll have Ellen pick you up. After the
test today, I'll come here and fuck you until you want to explode. But first
you have to wake up," Cas says making a straight face the entire time.
Walking to Cas's classroom as the bell signals the end of the day I see
Charlie. "Dean! What's goin with you? You're all twitchy, your wings look like
shit- hey. When was the last time you groomed those bad boys," Charlie asks me.
"Char, not in the mood. I'm supposed to have gotten my heat by now, but I
haven't, and I'm really not ok with that cause Cas is due for his rut too. I
don't wanna put my body through that without a heat to slick me up."
"Ouch. You're welcome to stay with me and Dorothy if you want," Charlie offers
in sympathy.
"Thanks, but I'm just gonna wait it out. I've been under a lot of stress." And
to top it off, PT is on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
•••
Thursday. I still haven't gotten my heat. I'm worried, but I'm more worried
about the Latin final I have today. On the drive to school my nervousness is so
noticeable, it gets to my scent making the car smell like burnin rubber. Cas
chooses this time to try and talk to me.
"Dean, you'll be ok. You know the plan, and we'll have some fun when we get
home. Sound good," Cas asks. Honestly, all I needed to hear was the reassurance
from him that everything was going to be ok.
When we arrive at the school, I still hasn't said anything to Cas. We're early
like usual, because I'm stuck with the one guy that has to come in and set up
everything before he can start his day. When the people start coming in, I turn
to Cas.
"Thanks Cas. I love you. See you later."
"Bye Dean."
"Bye Cas," I say as I walk away from Cas's classroom. He doesn't have a final
today, so he's just gonna hang around, grade some stuff, and make lesson plans.
"So, Deano! How has the wanna be heat week been goin on?"
"Ash, how in the name of fuck did you find out I haven't gotten my heat yet," I
ask angrily.
"Word travels when your foster mom is the physical therapist for your molting
ass. She also told me, and I quote, 'Get that Winchester boy to get his stress
levels down. Make sure it gets into his thick skull that they won't heal. Also,
he seems more uptight than usual. Have someone fuck him.'"
"Ash," I yell at the mullet-head.
"What? Just relaying the message from one angry stubborn person to another.
Don't shoot the messenger. Dr. Badass has to be in good shape for the lady
callers."
"Go blow a cactus, Asshole," I grumble. Ellen is definitely going to listen to
me complain about his during our next session.
Ash starts walking away, but before he does, he turns around and yells, "You're
just upset because your omega ass can't have any of this fine Ashhole!"
•••
Friday.
My last and easiest test. Astronomy. I will take this to my grave, but I love
the stars. They're beautiful, but they're long gone. There's something forever
humbling about knowing that something millions of light years away, that had
been gone for just as long, is still visible.
My heat still hasn't come yet, and I'm getting anxious in anticipation. I'm two
days late, practically molting from stress, and my mate is being irritatingly
supportive. It would be easier if he was a dick about it. Another day come,
another day gone without my fucking heat coming.
•••
Sunday.
"Dean? You want pancakes for breakfast?"
"Yeah. Blueberry," I tell Cas from the kitchen table as he starts the pancake
process.
Halfway through the cooking of pancakes, I feel it. The warmth I felt on my
skin wasn't from the hot kitchen but from my heat. It finally came. At a
terrible time. Blueberry pancakes sound pretty awesome right now
"Dean? Do these pancakes smell weird to you," Cas asks completely confused to
the new smell in the room.
"Cas, it me. I went into heat." That's when the disgustingly sweet scent of my
heat hits him like a car into a brick wall.
"Dean. Bedroom. Rut. Now," Cas huffs out.
Tripping and stumbling our way to the master bedroom of the decent sized
apartment, it's a wonder how nothing broke. With his lips attached to mine, and
his tongue down my throat, Cas starts unbuckling my pants. A lewd moan escapes
my lips as the man finally shoved my boxers down my legs.
"Cas, too many clothes," I say as I writhe on the bed when Cas pushes two
fingers into me.
"Cloooooothes," I drag out.
Finally Cas gets the message, and bam! I've got a naked alpha grinding his hips
onto mine as he slips a third finger in.
"So slick. So tight," is the broken sentence from my mate.
"Get on with it. I won't last much longer if you keep doing what you're-- Cas!"
My only moment of clarity was cut off by Cas slamming into me without preamble.
Suddenly, he pulls out.
"Wha?"
"Dean. Present."
"Yes, alpha." I quickly spin onto my hands and knees, and no sooner am in the
position does Cas start pounding into me with a speed only his rut gives him.
Cas keeps shifting himself inside of me before he hits it, causing a whine to
come out of me.
"I found your prooooostaaate," Cas sing-songs with a heavy sex voice.
He keeps pounding into me, slamming my prostate, until I clench around him and
shout with my release. Less than twenty seconds later, I feel one final thrust,
locking the knot into me before Cas comes. Still tied together, and coming down
from our highs, Cas shifts out positions so we're on our sides.
In a last moment of lucidity before my heat reminds me that I want to get
fucked, I look over to Cas and tell him that I love him.
Chapter End Notes
     Ok, so I screwed with some stuff on my tumblr, and you can now
     request fics! PLEASE send requests. I have ideas, but nothing solid.
     My tumblr
***** POV Cas *****
Chapter Summary
     Short. I know it's October, but this is a Christmas chapter.
After four days of mind blowing sex, Dean's heat and my rut are finally over.
Now there's another twelve weeks before the whole exhausting process begins
again.
Making my way to the kitchen to make food for a still sleeping Dean, I have a
shocking realization. Christmas is next week, and I have no clue what to get
Dean. It has to be something spectacular. But not better than the birthday gift
I have to get him in January. Does Dean like animals, I think. No, that's too
difficult. Animals bed constant care. I should probably call Sam and ask him
what sort of stuff Dean likes.
Carrying a tray of pancakes, bacon, and orange juice into the bedroom I notice
Dean is already awake. Setting the tray next to him and climbing under the
covers I say, "Well, I was going to surprise you, but you just had to wake up
didn't you?"
"What did you expect? My life sized heater just upped and left. I got cold,"
Dean says with an adorable pout on his face.
"Blueberry," Dean asks with his fork poised over the stack of pancakes.
"Of course Dean," I answer before continuing, "I'm gonna eat and then we're
going to take a bath."
"Thanks Cas. I remember Dad never even let me take the entire week off for my
heat. He used to send me into school the second the fever broke. Didn't matter
if I was still in heat. Fever was gone, so was Dean. And here you are offering
to bathe me."
"I'm sorry about that. Now eat, we have a lot of movies to catch up on," I say
with a smile on my face. Ever since Dean found out that I didn't know most
popular movies, he's made it his life mission for me to watch them.
•••
Around ten that night, and halfway through the sixth Harry Potter, Dean falls
asleep. Now is my chance. I slowly disentangle myself from the octopus known as
Dean Winchester, pick up my phone, and dial Sam praying that he's still awake.
After about three rings, a frantic voice answers. "Hey, Castiel. Everything
ok," Sam asks as soon as he answers.
"Hello, Sam. Everything is not ok. I need to know what to get Dean for
Christmas."
"Really? That's it? That's why you're calling me? I thought there was an
emergency or something." I hear a breathy chuckle and a deep inhale before Sam
continues. "Well Castiel, hey that rhymes!" The giggles of a twelve year old
boy are the only thing coming through the phone for a solid thirty seconds.
"Ok, I'm done now. Dean's always had a thing for classic cars. Uncle Bobby has
this '67 Impala that Dean has been pining over ever since he first saw it. All
black and chrome. Come over with Dean in a few days and I'll get Uncle Bonby to
show it to you."
"Thank you Sam, this has helped me. I'll arrange a time with Dean to come over
and visit," I say.
"No problem, man. I've missed Dean."
•••
The Monday before Christmas.
Getting Dean out of bed and into the shower to get ready for our visit to
Bobby's house was no easy feat. We have to be there by eleven, so I started the
process of waking my definitely-not-a-morning-person mate up at eight. First
mistake. At nine, I gave up and literally hauled Dean's ass out of bed mumbling
something about how heavy he was. Second mistake. I then proceed to dump his
ass in the shower, clothed, and turn the water on freezing. Third strike, I'm
out. Dean wakes up furious and discombobulated, and starts swinging. I'm too
busy laughing at his reaction to notice the swinging, so imagine my surprise
when he punched me in the nose. Blood everywhere, I've gotta change, breakfast
is now not an option, it takes 45 minutes to get there, and Dean still has to
shower.
•••
After cleaning myself up, Dean apologizing, and a stop at a drive through for
breakfast (which Dean paid for with money that was probably once Sam's), we
arrive at the Singer-Harvelle house an hour late.
I'm about to knock on the door when it flies open, revealing a tall mop of
brown hair that I immediately recognize as Sam.
"Dean," he shouts, running outside to give his brother a hug.
"Hiya Sammy. Missed you too," Dean says like he's getting no air into his
lungs. It's obvious he's in pain too, Sam is also squeezing his wings almost
excessively tightly.
"Hello Sam. How have you been," I ask trying to save Dean from the Python known
as Sam Winchester.
"Oh, Castiel. I forgot about you," Sam blushes before continuing, "I've been
good. Bobby wanted to show you something." Sam leads us into the house and to
the kitchen where Ellen hugs us, asks how we have been, and takes Sam and Dean
out to the back so dean can show her how is wing movements are coming along.
"Bobby, Sam spoke to you about the car I want for Dean, I presume," I say
turning to the man who looks like he's forgotten his razor for the past five
years.
"Yeah, I heard. You comin’ out back with me to see it or what," he asks
gruffly. Nodding quickly with my wings making excited twitches, I follow Bobby
into the scrap yard, around piles of ruined cars, to see the car Dean ogles at.
An inky black 1967 Impala stares back at me.
"Bobby, who was this car for? I can't possibly take it if it was being restored
for someone," I say flustered and slightly disappointed.
"Nonsense, boy. I've been keeping this car in good shape for Dean so he could
finally get his and Sam's asses out of here when he finally turned 18," Bobby
says. The nervousness I had at asking Bobby for this car melts away.
"Ok, how much do you want for it," I ask, reaching for my wallet.
"Is your angel ass so clouded with feathers that your head is being blocked in?
I said this was always goin’ to be Dean's car. I ain't sellin it when it was
going to be a gift in the first place," Bobby rebukes me. "Keys are in the
front left wheel well, find someone to take this beauty and hide it until
Friday."
"Thank you, Bobby. I may not have the biggest place in the world, but your
family is invited to come over for Christmas Eve, and Christmas dinner."
"Ain't gonna happen." Bobby's abrupt comment leaves me dumbfounded before he
continues. "I mean, we aren't going over there because you and Dean are coming
over here where there's actual room for everyone."
***** POV Dean *****
Chapter Summary
     Filler/Christmas chapter
Chapter Notes
     ****I changed the tags**** If this isn't your type of thing, I won't
     be upset if you drop off here. Sorry it's really short, but you're in
     for a wild ride with the next chapter.
     TyneSwedish aka: Greatest beta ever
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Christmas morning has me and Cas up early. I would normally be pissed, but
we're going over to Bobby’s, and Cas isn't as good as he thinks at keeping
things a secret.
We skip breakfast, because we both know that Ellen is going to feed us, hungry
or not. Just as we're about to leave, Cas stops me, pulls out a small velvet
box, and says, “I really wanted to wait to give this to you, but I think you're
going to want to show it off to your family.”
Cas's wings are twitching with nervousness, and honestly so are mine. Marriage
proposals are a human thing to do, and most don't even do that.
“Dean, calm down. It's not a ring. Anyone with eyes can see that we're
together.” A wing nudges one of my own. “Open it, because if you don't, the
surprise will be ruined.”
Giving in to my curiosity, I open the box. It's a set of silver keys. Why would
I need a key to anything?
“Uh, thanks. You do know I already have a key for the apartment, though.
Right?”
“It's not an apartment key, jackass. It's a key to something I know you've been
wanting,” Cas says with a glint in his eyes. That little light is telling me
it's something huge.
“Let's go downstairs, and you'll get your gift,” Cas says as he turns, grabs my
hand, and leads us out the door. Since we're only on the third floor, we
usually take the stairs up and down unless we have groceries. But today, Cas
bypasses the stairs and the elevator in favor of us flying down to the ground
floor.
“Jesus, Cas. Warn a guy next time,” I wheeze out. I may have wings, but flying
always disorients me. Said wings are currently splayed out, trying to balance
me so I don't fall.
“Dean, your physical therapy has been helping, hasn't it? Instead of using your
arms, you used your wings to center you. I'm so happy,” Cas says, almost
tearing up with joy. I'm internally screaming at the fact that my alpha praised
me. Seeing my use my wings other than for show makes him proud because he knows
that I'm successfully recovering from horrible trauma. And I'm pretty sure that
he still has nightmares about what happened when he was a kid, and he never
wants that to happen to anyone else.
“Alright sappy, guide me to this gift,” I say smirking. Cas takes my hand, and
guides me right out the door, where the big black Impala I've been ogling
whenever I would go to Bobby’s awaits.
“You can drive, right? If not, this is going to be seriously awkward,” Cas
frets. I guess I've been silent and unmoving for so long he felt the need to
say something. Turning to my mate, I practically lunge at his lips in a thank
you kiss. Cas responds the way I wanted him to, and curls his wings around us.
“I'll take that as a yes then,” Cas says as he pulls apart.
•••
The ride to Bobby’s was spent with me learning everything about my new car. My
car. The car that is mine. As I predicted, Ellen feeds us, and then gifts are
distributed.
Sammy gives me a collection of my favorite cassette tapes, and in return I give
the twelve year old gets some mythology books and the Percy Jackson series. I
swear, that kid knows pretty much everything about mythical creatures. Ellen
gets a new sweater, bobby a new set of wrenches, Jo a new hunting knife, and
ash a couple new flannels.
Now’s my turn to give my gift to Cas. Ellen and I have been working on flying
for awhile. At the last physical therapy session, without Cas, I managed to fly
a few feet away. Not to brag or anything, but I've been practicing on my own
and have managed to fly 50 feet away all by myself.
“Ladies, and gentlemen, the greatest gift of all will now be given to Cas. If
you would all follow me outside-” my speech is interrupted by Sam, “Eewwwww.
Knotting in front of the family hasn't been practiced by anyone in centuries!”
“I know that jackass. Come outside. It's pretty cool.” I turn and go outside
without looking to see if anyone followed me. About 30 feet from the door, I
tell my family to wait on the porch. Their collective murmurs of “What's going
on?” is enough to motivate me to spread my wings, give a quick test flap, and
then fly over right in front of Cas.
“Oh my god, Dean! When did you learn to fly? We have to tell everyone,” Cas
says excitedly.
“Ellen and I had a breakthrough. My wings aren't useless, and since I can fly I
don't have to keep going to PT.”
Three months, one birthday, and one heat later
Cas has parent teacher conferences today, so I walk home. We drove my car to
school today, and I figure he's going to be too tired to fly when he's done. My
flying’s getting better. I can make it about half a mile, so I do. I fly half a
mile from the school, leaving another mile left for me to walk. It's really not
that bad, and the weather has been warming up.
The feeling that someone is following me has been twitching under my skin since
my feet found solid ground after my flight. I turn into an alleyway to try and
confuse my pursuers before I come face to face with one of them. Angel. Alpha.
Hopped up on steroids are the first things that come to mind. I may be 17, and
in omega, but I am in no way short. This alpha easily towers over me.
“Dean Winchester,” the bulky alpha starts. “Someone you know has been
misbehaving, and you are going to pay the price since he went AWOL. Goodnight.”
Before I can even comprehend what's going on, I feel a blow to the back of my
head, probably from the guy who was following me, that knocks me unconscious.
Chapter End Notes
     I do love cliffhangers.
     Again, sorry for the shortness.
***** POV Dean *****
Chapter Summary
     **Warning** Violence and murder (descriptive).
Chapter Notes
     I am not upset if you want to drop off here. It's another short
     chapter, so sorry. But you're in for a wild ride.
     TyneSwedish, Thank you for the ideas of this and the last chapter. I
     really like the way this turned out, and it's thanks to you.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
My head feels foggy as I slowly open my eyes. The smell of death, anger, and
fear assault my nose. I can feel straps digging into my arms, chest, and
ankles. They tied me to a chair. Great. The last thing I remember was walking
home, and then seeing some guy and-- oh shit. Ok, I can get through this. I
just need to figure out who pissed off who.
Cas hasn't done anything, and he's obviously not AWOL, neither is Sam, Jo, or
any of my friends. My dad? No, he's in prison. Who has royally pissed off
someone, and then vanished? Balthazar. That's who. Fucker who messed with the
Italian Mob.
“Shit,” I seethe.
“Oh look. Omega’s awake. A pretty thing like you shouldn't be going out by
himself. Who knows what some alphas would do? One could even try to kidnap
you,” Alpha Number One says. There's four of them. My odds are not looking too
good.
“Now, now. Can't you see it? Do whatever you need to get the information you
want, but don't harm those wings. I want them as my trophy,” Number Two says.
His voice sounds familiar, but I can't see his face.
“Yes, Boss,” the other three say in unison.
“Let's not be rash, guys. What would some stupid, teenaged omega know? I barely
know what a screwdriver is,” I say trying to dissuade them from hurting me.
Number Three barks out a laugh at that.
“Listen cutie. You may not know much, but that alpha of yours know exactly what
we want to know. Boss figured out that if one mate is in distress, the other
will be able to sense where it's coming from,” Number Three says.
“Castiel? Why would he know anything?”
“Your precious mate has kept in contact with Balthazar. Little things. Nothing
longer than ‘I got Dean a car for Christmas.’,” Number One informs. As he's
talking, Number Two is making his way over to me with a set of brass knuckles
on his right hand.
“Pl-please don't hurt me,” I beg. “I didn't do anything.”
“We know. When you're at the doctors, don't you do something to occupy your
time until the reason that you're there is ready? Same thing. We're gonna have
some fun with you while we wait for that alpha of yours to show up,” Number Two
says.
“At least tell me your names," I try to compromise.
“Alright,” Number One says. “I'm Cisco.” He points to Number Three. “That's
Drew.” He points to Number Two, who looks ready to punch me. “And that's
Inais.”
I barely have enough time to remember that Inais is one of Castiel's siblings
before he punches me square in the jaw. Spitting out blood and saliva, I turn
to Inais.
“Novak,” I ask.
“Unfortunately. After Balthazar fucked up, Boss came to me and gave me a
choice. He said he could make me tell him everything about Balthazar, or I
could help him find out everything he wants to know about Balthazar. I chose
the latter,” Inais explains.
“I thought you were a beta angel,” I say dumbfoundedly.
“Exactly. Were. I'm sure you know that when you remove an angel’s wings it
makes them human. And as for the beta part, I was always an alpha. Cassie just
left the house and cut ties with us before I presented. Nobody thought to tell
him I was an alpha.” Inais ends his enlightenment with a punch to my gut. The
air forces itself out me with a painful wheeze. Boss comes back in right as
Cisco joins in on breaking in the new punching bag: me.
“Stop! I said I wanted his wings intact, well now I want more than that. It
appears our favorite little angel has himself a bun in the oven. In case you
idiots didn't know, babies make excellent bargaining chips. Keep him and it
alive, whether or not he's unharmed is up to you,” Boss says before he turns
and leaves, causing me to panic.
I can't have a kid. I am a kid. What am I going to do? What is Cas going to do?
We live in an apartment for God’s sake! I can't do this. I can't. I can't. I
can't. We had a plan: college then kids. What if Cas gets upset that I ruined
his plan? Oh god, oh shit.
My panic attack got so bad I didn't even realize that Cisco and Inais were
laughing as they kept hitting me, careful to avoid my torso. They only stop
when I start hyperventilating, and decide that having me, and their leverage
die, wouldn't help their situation any. Cisco backs off, while Inais stops
hitting me, grabs a chair to sit in front of me with, and holds a paper bag up
to my face to stop the hyperventilating.
“So. I'm gonna be an uncle, and you didn't think to tell me? What kind of omega
isn't telling everyone they meet that they're pregnant? It's probably not even
my brother’s no wonder you didn't want to tell anyone about the--” Inais’
speech is cut off by Cas barreling through the doors, rage like a cloud around
him. He flies over to the table, grabs a knife, and before any of us can blink,
Cisco and Drew are dead.
“Inais,” Cas starts. “Long time, no see. I'm glad you lost your wings. You
never deserved them.” Cas walks up to Inais, who's still sitting in front of
me, with a murderous looks to match the blood on his clothes.
“Brother, no hard feelings, right?” Inais stands and starts backing away. “You
know what it's like to be forced to do something. And I'm sure the kid is
yours. I was just kidding.” When Inais’ back hits the wall, is when Castiel
decides to speak.
“You were not forced. You deserve this.”
The knife gets driven into Inais’ chest with an ease like cutting into butter.
Only after the body of his brother slumps down does Cas walk over to me and
start untying the ropes. The tension is thick in the air, unavoidable. Cas
breaks the silence by clearing his throat.
“Is- is it true? Are you- are you,” he half-asks.
“Apparently. I didn't even know until their Boss told me,” I answer.
“It's been two weeks since your last heat, we should have known by now,” Cas
says as he finishes untying the ropes, and pulling me into a hug.
“You're not upset? I ruined the plan we made. We weren't gonna try for kids
until after I graduated college, and I'm still in high school. You're really
not upset,” I worry.
“How could I be, Dean? You're giving me all I ever wanted. I wanted kids the
moment I laid eyes on you. Let's go home, get you cleaned up, and make a
doctor's appointment.” Cas puts his arm around my waist so he's half-carrying
me, and so that I can lean on him.
I start, “You know, I've always wanted a--” The distinct clicking of a gun
hammer being pulled back us what causes us to stop.
“Really? You walked right into my trap, Castiel. Honestly, from what Inais said
I expected you to be smarter. Step away from Dean, you and I have business to
discuss,” Boss says as he makes a sudden reappearance.
“Gabriel? You were just at the school. You're a nurse. What are you doing,” Cas
asks. So that's why the voice was familiar.
Chapter End Notes
     Ah, cliffhangers. I am still going to make a series out of this, but
     it's nowhere near ready for a sequel. Sorry it's short, but I love
     plot twists.
***** POV Cas *****
Chapter Summary
     Ah yes, tension. Followed up by schmoop.
Chapter Notes
     I feel like this should be said, I know everything about organized
     crime because my family has a tradition where we watch The Godfather
     every major holiday.
     TyneSwedish, please don't think I know crime bosses.
     Hey, my tumblr is always open
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The discovery that Gabriel was responsible for my mates and child’s tormenting
has me fuming. The man I once trusted to ensure that my mate was healthy at
school has hurt the person I love most. Dean is the one to break the stare
down.
“Why would you want to trap Castiel,” he asks.
“Easy.” Gabriel gestures with his hands while he's talking. “Your happy alpha
over there has gotten into some trouble a while ago, and I need to fix it.”
Utterly confused I ask, “Is this about Balthazar? I have done nothing wrong in
many, many years.”
Gabriel starts circling around me and Dean. The gun he was flippantly waving
around with his hand gestures is now steadily trained on my chest. This is the
end. This is how I die, I think. No, I will not die here. I will die many years
from now after my grandchildren have presented. I steel myself, and await
Gabriel's answer. Gabriel still circles around us like a hawk, because we are
too shocked to move.
“No, jackass! He may have wronged us, but that problem has been taken care of,”
Gabriel answers.
“You said that Cas was talking to Balthazar,” Dean says, shock painting his
gorgeous features.
“Um, hello? There's a reason they call me The Trickster,” Gabriel points to his
face.
“Who calls you that,” Dean and I ask in unison.
“Those who work in the organized crime business my angel friends,” Gabriel
sing-songs.
“Now boys, how do we want to do this? Who wants to die first? Of course, it's
going to be slow, I have to have some fun. Dean? No, no, no. Too easy. How
about I cut that baby out of your gut and then feed it to you? Ooh, I like
that. Castiel, you can watch before I stomp on your wings.”
The alpha rage I've been trying to suppress my emoter life comes back with a
vengeance when I realize that Gabriel was not going to let me and my mate leave
anytime soon. If he's giving us his ‘hit’ name, he obviously expects us to be
around long enough for it to be useful.
I push Dean behind me, flare my wings to show dominance, and with my alpha
voice, I scream, “You son of a bitch! You let us go now!”
“Geez Dean, calm your baby daddy,” Gabriel snarks.
Gabriel reminding me of the baby makes me roar. Literally. The sound that comes
out of my mouth would make any ordinary man, regardless of designation, cower
and run out of the country. But Gabriel Andrews is no ordinary man; the crime
boss has faced alphas angrier than me. I could easily bypass that, if it
weren't for the fact that the fucker laughs at me like I'm some puppy growling
at his reflection.
“That was so cute. You really think your pathetic display of dominance could
scare me? Ha! You sir, have made me--” Gabriel is cut off by my flying in front
of him and snaps his neck like the chicken he his. I turn back to my mate to
see a gorgeous face contorted into ugly fear and terror and pain.
“Cas. Holy shit,” he breathes.
“Let's head home, my love,” I say reaching out to Dean. I don't even give him
time to nod before I'm holding him and flying is into our apartment.
I usher Dean into the bathroom so we can shower the day off. So we can shower
the blood and filth off. Dean's fear has left his body stock-still so, after I
turn the hot water on, I have to undress him. I carefully lift Dean over the
edge of the tub and under the hot spray. After a couple of minutes of water
just pouring on him, his wings start to make his body lean back with the weight
of the water. Taking this as my cue, I start to wash Dean's hair, body, and
wings.
Pulling my soggy mate out of the shower to dry him off, he stumbles and curses
because of how heavy I let his wings get.
“Cas, I'm scared,” is the frightened voice of my mate.
“I know baby, this was a trying terrifying experience for you--”
“Not that, well yeah that, but I'm scared the physical abuse they did to me
harmed the pup.” Dean breaks and starts to sob. I grab a towel and wrap it
tightly around his body, before sitting on the toilet and guiding Dean into my
lap to hold him.
“Shh, it's ok. Well make an appointment at the OBGYN tomorrow. Everything is
going to be fine,” I console. I rock Dean in my arms until the crying stops,
and his breathing evens out with sleep. The towel is removed from his body, and
fleece pajama pants are carefully put in Dean. I leave a shirt off so his wings
can air dry. They'll be fluffier than a cloud, but i will not sacrifice looks
for comfort.
•••
After a night spent around my mate, I wake up around nine to make the OB. The
next opening they have is at three tomorrow, and my speedy acceptance shocked
the nurse on the line. With the appointment made, and a hungry, pregnant, mate
shuffling into the kitchen, I start breakfast. It's a simple affair of
scrambled eggs and toast, but it makes Dean look at me with so much love in his
eyes. Although the meal is silent, it's comfortable and welcoming.
That is until Dean clears his throat and asks, “When are you going to call your
family?” I nearly choke on my food at the abruptness of the question.
“I was planning to get everything here settled before I even thought about my
family,” I say earnestly after catching my breath.
“Oh, ok. Hey, lighter topic, do you want a boy or a girl?”
•••
The doctor is a pleasant woman named Pamela, who can be serious one second, and
snarky to Dean on the next. All she did was run some tests to confirm that,
yes, Dean is pregnant, and no, we are not doing an ultrasound this visit. I
believe her exact words were, “Until you start yacking up your intestines, we
won't be able to clearly tell whether or not you have more than one egg in your
basket.” She also reassured us that any physical abuse done to Dean had not
harmed the pup, because if it did, the test results would have come back
negative. To say Dean was shocked to learn that multiple babies was extremely
common in omegas would be a gross understatement. On the way out, I make an
appointment to get Dean an ultrasound.
After the appointment Dean and I went straight home. I made sure to alert the
school that Dean and I would be out for the rest of the week due to a family
emergency. Of course, that still leaves papers for me to grade, and homework
for Dean to do. From when we got home to when we went to bed, with a pause for
dinner, Dean and I have been doing school work. As we are laying in bed, I ask
Dean when he wants to tell his family the good news.
He replies, “Well Cas, let's avoid them like the plague for the rest of the
week, and then meet up son Saturday. Sound good?”
“Of course Dean. Goodnight, love.”
“Night, alpha.”
Chapter End Notes
     Three short chapters in a row lead to one big chapter coming up.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Hello my loyal readers. SUPER sorry I just kinda dropped off the grid. School
is kicking me in the ass, as it should be. I've not written anything in a
really long time, but once I do write and post a chapter, I'll get rid of this.
I hope you all had a nice holiday and new year.
~Gia
P.S. Thanks Tyne, for the support you've given me over our sporadic emails.
***** Chapter 17 *****
Hey, guys!
Long time, no updates, and I wanted to explain myself.
I would like to start with a brief update in everything that has gone on in my
life. Feel free to skip this part. I have broken my foot, sprained my ankle,
and nearly died. But through nearly dying, I met my boyfriend. It was a
blessing in disguise because it brought us together, since he had actually died
and was revived the year prior. On a brighter note, I got a puppy. She's
adorable, easy to train, incredibly adaptable and friendly, and a fiesty SOB.
Everything I wanted.
I started writing fan fiction to get myself through a difficult time in my
life, and now that all is going good with me, I've decided to stop. I have not
completely disappeared off of Archive Of Our Own, and if you dig deep enough,
you can find me lurking.
I want to thank everyone who has stuck with this story since it was a little
baby, and everyone who is just now getting on, for reading. Every comment,
kudo, and hit has inspired me to not just drop this off into an abyss.
As always, I'm here to talk if you ever want to. My love goes out to everyone
and maybe one day I will start writing again.
~G
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