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Alpha and Omega sat together in a private room with the tattoo artist. Scotty’s artist wasn’t available but his mate was. Having an Omega do the tattoo for them put Dean at ease.
Castiel confirmed once again with Dean that this design was something he would still want after he had the baby and the hormones calmed down.
Dean looked over the image on the paper in silence for a moment then nodded, “I’ll want it forever.” He reached over and took his Alpha’s hand, “What about you?”
“I think it’s perfect.”
They had come up with a scrollwork heart with additional delicate lines that followed around the finger to create a band. At first glance it looked like a fanciful crest. In the center of Dean’s heart was a script C for Castiel. Of course Castiel’s would have a D for Dean.
It was both beautiful and masculine.
Travis redid the rough drawing then sized it for Castiel’s left ring finger. The Alpha volunteered to go first just to show Dean how very serious he was. When the tattoo was in the works Dean clasped Cas’ other hand smiling the entire time.
When it was Dean’s turn Castiel didn’t hold the Omega’s hand because of the stitches. He was glad the tattoo was on the left hand or it would have been more painful.
Once both were completed Travis gave each of them his card, “If either of you need anything else just call me.”
Dean was blown away, “Your Alpha lets you work with him and run the shop when he’s not around AND you get to have your own card?!”
Travis answered proudly, “He completely trusts me.”
Castiel, always interested in love stories asked Travis how he met Matt.
“We met in high school. After graduation we became life mates and I apprenticed under Matt for a long time. I’ve always been very artistic.” The slightly built Omega looked up at Castiel, “How did you both meet?”
Dean snorted a laugh, “We met in high school too. Cas is my English teacher.”
Travis looked the blushing blue eyed man over like a piece of meat in a butcher shop window, “Very hot, that’s one of my fantasies.”
Travis fanned himself with a magazine as the Alpha counted out his money. Not because he was too warm but to sneakily catch the man’s scent. Teacher Novak was sex on two legs and didn’t seem to realize his impact.
Dean patted Cas on the fanny and winked at Travis, “When he wears his dorky suit and tie it totally floods my basement.”
Castiel groaned, “Dean, stop.”
The teen shrugged, “Hey it’s true, I’m all gooey already.”
Travis recounted the money three times just to be sure it was right. His mind was someplace else altogether, He pictured Alpha Novak with his pants down leaning against a solid wooden desk while Travis dazzled the teacher with his skill at playing the skin flute.
Travis shook the image off and managed to finish the transaction in professional manner. He watched Cas’ perfect backfield in motion as the pair headed out the door.
“That is one lucky damn kid.”
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Crammed in the front of the lime green Ford Fiesta Castiel gave Dean a piece of his mind, sort of. “That was embarrassing.”
Dean had a shot of confidence now that he escaped the house for the day and they took a huge step toward a lifetime commitment. This ink didn’t rub off. It would be a constant reminder of their love and devotion.
Dean had never truly had anything or anyone that was his. Even Sam would eventually leave the nest, go on to school and find a mate of his own. Castiel belonged 100% to Dean now.
“Sorry you felt embarrassed Cas but I know when you walk around with me every Alpha is drooling. Why can’t I brag about you to other Omegas? If you haven’t noticed Cas you’re gorgeous.”
Castiel craned to look at his face in the rearview mirror frowning at his reflection, “I think I look nice and my body is fit. Gorgeous…I don’t know about that.”
Dean ran fingers lightly along the Alpha’s thigh stopping before the bulge in his jeans, “Your body is more than just fit.”
The Alpha leaned in nuzzling the soft patch of skin exposed where the flannel collar pulled away, “So I really flood your basement.”
“Y-yeah.”
The Alpha upped the ante by rumbling in The Omega’s ear, “I want to eat you out so badly…get all that musky slick dripping off my face. Your precious little pussy…throbbing little pearl needing the touch of my tongue. Then devour your tight pink asshole…get a finger inside and find that special spot…mmm.”
The Omega pushed his hips up begging for touch.
Cas looked over at a store called ABO Leather & Lace down from the tattoo shop and a dirty little idea crossed his mind, “I’ll touch every inch of you when we get home but first I want to take you shopping.”
Dean was in a fever grinding and twisting, desperately seeking pressure, “Want your knot sooo bad.”
Cas looked around the parking lot and it was sparsely populated at this time of day. It was risky messing around in public especially in broad daylight but he figured what the hell, a guy only lives once.
“I can’t give you what you want right now but maybe we could play a little.”
Dean opened his jeans tugging them down along with his soaked boxers then put his seat back and spread his knees. Cas was greeted with a delicious sight of turgid Omega dick just begging for attention. The sweet scent of slick caressed his olfactory sense and the Alpha’s mouth began to water in a sort of pavlovian response.
Dean reached over and quickly freed his Alpha’s impressive meat from its denim trap. Seeing it there proudly throbbing in the middle of a parking lot caused Dean to leak terribly. The car seat would need a going over after everything was said and done.
He bent down and used his limited repertoire of naughty tricks to pleasure his Alpha. Castiel in return slipped a long finger inside the warm, silky slit and found what he was looking for, a tender little pearl needing a bit of a polish. Dean tried to hump his lover’s hand but Cas held back driving him absolutely mad.
A squad car pulled up next to them unnoticed and a minute later an officer was rapping on the driver’s side window.
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Scotty sashayed into the cop shop to pick up his wayward Alpha and Omega. He leaned on the counter drumming his nails impatiently as the Beta officer gave him a receipt for the tickets Castiel and Dean received for public indecency.
Man of the cops were instantly enamored with the tall, young, beautiful Omega. Scotty knew how to carry himself, shoulders straight and head held high. This commanded a measure of respect. Also pregnant, his scent was filled with delightful pheromones which triggered a level of caring in any decent sort of Alpha. Scotty Novak was now a force to be reckoned with.
He placed his oversize sunglasses on top his head as a sort of hair band for his flaxen mane. “Thank you officer, will you release them now please?”
The Beta looked to the desk sergeant for guidance. It was most unusual for an Omega to be paying tickets and picking up an Alpha that wasn’t his. The sergeant nodded toward Scotty, “Give the mega-Omega what he wants.”
Castiel was first to come out from the Alpha-Beta holding area. His eyes darted around frantically searching for Dean. When the teen emerged from the Omega holding area Cas almost cried with relief. He hugged Dean lifting him off his feet, “This was my fault Kitten.”
Once back in Castiel’s arms Dean was grinning ear to ear even though the situation was far from amusing, “No worries babe,” he looked over at Scotty who absolutely did not look amused, “I think we need to give him a pampering day or something. He looks pretty pissed.”
The elder Omega crooked his finger and the lovers followed behind like good boys. Scotty plunked his sunglasses back down upon exiting the police station and turned to them, “Castiel I would like a foot rub, dinner cooked and dishes done for bailing your perverted little ass out of jail. Dean you have a stitched up hand so you get a pass but as soon as that sucker is healed up you get whole house laundry duty.”
Both gave passive responses to the Omega in charge. Cas thought it was sort of a turn on being ordered around by an Omega. He wondered if Dean might like to try it sometime. Dean happened to think it was kinky having an Omega ordering Cas around and wondered if he would be into it.
The younger Omega tried to appease Scotty by catching up to his long strides and flashing his bandaged ring finger, “Sorry, we were feeling romantic ‘cause Cas and I got our wedding tattoos.”
Scotty stopped immediately and made the mistake of looking into Dean’s big, liquid green eyes filled with love and sincerity, “Really?”
Dean went for the kill with a big, snowy white smile, “Really.”
Scotty gave his freckled nose a tweak, “You are forgiven. I can’t argue with the romance of a wedding tattoo and what it does to an Omega.”
Castiel tried the wide eyed cutie pie trick on his mom-in-law, “What about me?”
“You don’t get a pass Mister Horny. At twenty five you should know better and you’re the Alpha here.”
Dean stuck out his tongue at his mate having a chuckle over the look on Cas’ face. The Alpha grabbed Dean’s arm firmly and spoke in his sexiest gravel honey voice, “I think you need a spanking Omega.”
Dean let out an involuntary moan when the image of him over his Alpha’s lap getting his ass spanked cherry red popped into his noodle. They were a match made in heaven.
Scotty made Dean drive back home with him so the pair didn’t end up knotted on the side of the road somewhere and freeze to death.
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Salvatore and Terry both drove vehicles full of Omegas to the Savior Project. It was a nonprofit organization with a fully functioning farm outside of town that kept its head above water with donations. The good people that ran the program rehabilitated damaged Omegas by teaching them various trades or finding the teens and young men apprenticeships with trustworthy business owners willing to help.
For the little ones the farm gave them something they desperately needed, safety and care with a dose of love tossed in. Everyone had chores to do and school to attend. The Savior Project boasted a 98% graduation rate.
When Terry and Sal led the group of nervous Omegas inside the big old farm house some of the youngest ones started to cry. A kindly Beta male named Jacob and his wife Lillian greeted the large group.
The couple pulled Salvatore aside to explain they were quite strapped at the moment but would do their best to find places for the boys at other organizations. Salvatore took a bag filled with the money Felix had brought to the warehouse and dumped it on the kitchen table.
Lillian clapped a hand over her mouth as tears sprung in her eyes. Jacob picked up a bundle of hundreds turning it over in his hands as if he held a rare and precious jewel.
“Mr. Bello with this money we can keep the boys here until each reaches adulthood. This is so generous…are you sure?”
Sal draped his arm around Terry pulling him in like a lost chick, “I’m sure. Just promise to give these boys a good head start in life.”
Sal looked out the window at a group of Omegas in their late teens working together to mend a stretch of fence. He rubbed a coat sleeve over his eyes then took out his wallet.
The man pulled out a school photo of his son taken right before he disappeared and handed it to the couple. The edges were worn from the many times Sal took it out look at his son. “Martin had just presented as Omega when this was taken. My boy would be nineteen now.”
Sal looked from Jacob to Lillian, desperation in his eyes, “I know the photo is old but he looked just like me at that age,” he handed them another he carried of himself in his twenties, “this is me…I’m sure he’d look sorta like this. I know it’s a long shot but maybe my son is out there somewhere.”
Lillian took both of the photos and left. She came back a few minutes later and handed them back to Sal, “I scanned them into the computer so we can network with other organizations and even social services to see if anyone had seen or has knowledge of your son. Did Martin have your last name?”
The big man gave a wistful smile, “Oh yeah, Martin Frances Bello. His nickname was Franny…I know it sounds weird but he liked it.”
Lillian took the man’s large hand in hers, “The mother?”
“Drug overdose.”
It was all hitting him too hard so Sal shook their hands and ended the visit, “Thank you, I’m grateful for you even trying. I want to know either way, good news or bad. It’s better than not knowing what happened to him.”
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John gave a few bucks to Mason for a bus ticket to anywhere but there. To add insult to injury the Hunter tossed the Omega and his backpack right out into the snow and pointed to a bus stop shelter then slammed and locked the door.
Later John found out his wallet was missing with his actual driver’s license inside, some cash and a photo of the boys taken at the haunted carnival case from last summer.
“That little strawberry bitch took my fucking wallet…goddamn thieving Omega, you can’t trust any of ‘em.”
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Terry worked on dead Felix’s laptop trying to get a lead on John Winchester. They knew John was a Hunter and not a hunter. Lawrence Kansas and Sioux Falls were possibilities but for all they knew Winchester could be in the town of Bumblefuck Anywhere.
Terry hit pay dirt when he cracked a file open with a list of people who had been paid generously for the Omegas they sold to Felix. John Winchesters name was on that list. Each name had a number that corresponded to a tracking program.
The best Terry could figure was Felix kept tabs on the sellers in case of faulty merchandise or maybe the flesh peddler figured out a way of getting his money back, sort of a having your cake and eating it to sort of business.
The Omega found the make, year and model of John’s car along with the license plate number. There was a steady dot on the screen with the current coordinates. It seemed John was settled in one spot at least for now.
Sal burst in the door carrying a six pack of beer and a big brown paper bag that contained something that smelled delicious. Terry waved him over, “I did it, I found him Sal, I found all of them!”
Sal put down their dinner and leaned over the excited Omega’s shoulder as Terry explained everything.
The big man scooped up the Omega in his arms, “Baby you are a genius!”
They locked eyes for just a moment then both went in for a bruising kiss. Salvatore backed Terry up until the back of his knees hit the bed, the Omega fell on his back staring up at the giant Alpha with blown black eyes waiting for him to take control.
Sal peeled off his dress shirt, tee and tie flinging them to the floor, after that the rest went fast as lightening until Terry was faced with a thickly muscled mega-Alpha. Sal had soft dark chest hair tapering down to a tantalizing treasure trail ending at an impressing crop of glossy curls.
It was the long; beer can cock with a sack that looked as if it contained two oversized plums that made the Omega gasp in surprise. Sal was not only a bull of a man he was hung like one as well.
The killer for hire noticed the slightly frightened look on the young guys face. Sal was blushing fiercely which looked both sweet and odd on such a masculine male. “I know, it’s a lot to take in. I’ve been turned down before so I’ll understand you don’t wanna take the risk…no hard feelings.”
“I’ve found the ultimate Alpha…for fuck’s sake Sal you are perfection!”
Sal ventured a grin, “So that’s a yes?”
“Oh Alpha, that is yes a hundred times over.”
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Dean liked shotgun in Scotty’s cherry red Escalade. “Can I drive?”
“No, you have driver’s education this spring and when you get your temps then we can talk.”
“I already know how to drive. In fact I’m an excellent driver plus I know my way around an engine.”
“Nice to know, you can show me how good a driver you are in the spring. Next time I need a tune up I’ll let you do it.”
Dean slunk down in his seat and pouted a little then got over it quick enough. “I’ll show you guys my tattoo tonight before I change the bandage. It rocks.”
Scotty glanced over at the happy teen, “I’m pleased for you Dean. The pregnancy is a little early but sometimes things happen for a reason. I feel in my heart that you will be an excellent parent. Sam turned out wonderful and that’s in part to you.”
The younger Omega grew quiet as he watched Castiel’s little green car behind them. At one point Dean laughed out loud then went quiet again.
Scotty nudged him, “What’s so funny?”
“You’re gonna be a grandma.” He laughed again when Scotty wrinkled up his nose. “Don’t worry Scotty; you’ll get the Sexiest Grandma of the Year award for sure.”
While he had Dean alone Scotty asked him questions about what sort of bachelorette party he would he like. The Omega had teased Castiel with strippers but he wanted to get the mate’s input.
Dean wasn’t put off by the stripper idea; in fact he perked up when Scotty mentioned it. “So like Alpha and Beta guys taking off their clothes for real?”
“Yup, it was just something I thought of. We could just skip ahead to the bridal shower and keep it clean.”
Dean shifted a bit on his seat, “I uh…I think I’d like both. Would the strippers show their junk?”
Scotty purred, “The ones I hire will if you want them to, but no touching the twig and berries.”
“No problem. I only touch Cas’ twig and berries. I want food, will there be food?”
“Lots of food, anything you want and you pick the music. Javi will be there and some other Omegas and a few Beta ladies I know. It’ll be good for you to meet other people Dean.”
Dean was in a full out grin now, “Can I slap ‘em on their butts if I put money in their g-string?”
“Mmm…maybe.”
“Cool. Cas has the best butt in the world though so their butts won’t look so great to me.”
The rest of the trip home was spent planning everything Dean wanted to eat at his bachelorette party. He had a pretty extensive food list.
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Salvatore opened his eyes to find Terry as little spoon. The big man smiled down at his sleeping Omega then placed a light kiss on the wicked scar running down Terry’s face. He rolled carefully onto his back causing his spent dick to exit with a wet pop.
Sal showered and left to pick them up breakfast. By the time he got back Terry was up, showered and dressed in some of Salvatore’s extra clothes. The shirt hung like a dress on his slim frame and the jeans were rolled up twice on the bottom with the waist cinched tight with a belt.
Their bags were already packed, “Sal we have to eat on the fly. Winchester is on the move.”
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John had put some distance from the town where he lost his banged-an-Omega virginity. He had a landed in Watersmeet Michigan to investigate the disappearance of two people in connection to the Paulding Light said to be the lantern light of a brakeman who died while trying to prevent a train from colliding with railway cars.
It was a hunt beneath his pay grade and if Dean were there the kid would have done most of the grave digging but John needed a distraction and this seemed an easy way to get his mind off things.
When it was over all the Hunter wanted was a shower, drink and a slice of left over pizza from the night before. Not necessarily in the order. He tossed the shovel in the trunk of the Impala and turned to find a figure standing at the tree line partially shrouded in mist. He pulled his shotgun filled with rock salt rounds and pointed at it, “Who or what are you? Better answer or I’ll…”
For a big man Sal was light on his feet, John the experienced Hunter didn’t hear him until it was too late. He went staggering backwards from a fist to the side of the head before you could say Great Aunt Sally.
Winchester was tough as nails and a dirty fighter. Whoever this was would have his work cut out for him if he thought John was going down easy.
TBC
A/N- The Paulding Light is a real haunting