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Dean is the omega son of the prominent multibillionaire John Winchester, his great grandfather was the one who patented pheromone suppressants. He was on his way home from a date, he hated that his father made him go on these things. He was never interested in any of the alphas that he met, they were all just snobby rich people just looking to mate him to get richer. Dean was tired of feeling like he was just a pawn in this world. Sam, his alpha brother got lucky within the first few dates he was made to go on he met his fated omega mate, Gabriel. He was happy for them but resented that he hadn't found his fated alpha, he felt as though he never would. His father didn't care if he ever met his fated mate, he just wanted him to mate with any wealthy alpha that would further his agenda. Deans mother died when he was 4, a freak fire happened and killed her. After her death John got cold and uncaring, he hired nannies to care for Sam and Dean and re-mated a few years later to a woman named Katherine. Dean despised her even more than his father.
As he was driving his 67 Impala towards home he glanced down and noticed he needed gas. He pulled into a small gas station and went inside to prepay. As he walked in he was suddenly overwhelmed by the scent of petrichor, ozone, and myrrh. It was intoxicating and somehow he just knew that his fated alpha was somewhere in the store. He attempted to stay calm as he walked over to the coolers and grabbed an energy drink and some beef jerky before heading to the counter. The closer to the counter he gets the stronger the smell gets, until he realizes that the man behind the register must be his alpha. He begins to panic, unsure of what to say or how to act around him.
He sets the items down and says, " just these and $60, on pump, uhhhh." He looks out the window forgetting what pump he parked at, "uh, pump 3."
Castiel nods and scans the items before typing into the register, as soon as he's done and about to say something Dean quickly taps his card, grabs his items and rushes out the door with a quick "thanks."
Cas stands there confused and staring after him, watching him pump gas as the gears in his brain try to turn. Slowly he realizes that it was Dean that made the store fill with the scent of leather, apple pie, and the night air. the realization hits him like a freight train as he moves to the door just as Dean gets into the Impala and immediately speeds off into the dark, his tail lights fading away.
