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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Castiel/Crowley, Balthazar/Castiel, Castiel/
      Lucifer, Castiel/Benny_Lafitte, Castiel/Zachariah_(Supernatural),
      Castiel/Dick_Roman, Alastair/Castiel
  Character:
      Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Crowley_(Supernatural),
      Balthazar_(Supernatural), Lucifer_(Supernatural), Benny_Lafitte,
      Zachariah_(Supernatural), Alastair_(Supernatural), Dick_Roman, Ruby_
      (Supernatural), Meg_Masters, Abaddon_(Supernatural), Ezekiel_|_Gadreel,
      Michael_(John_Winchester)
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Omega_Castiel, Alpha_Dean, Forced
      Prostitution, Underage_Prostitution, Prostitute_Castiel, Bottom_Castiel,
      Possessive_Dean
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-21 Updated: 2016-08-12 Chapters: 10/? Words: 8137
****** Crowley's Auction House ******
by TrenchcoatsAndPlaid
Summary
     Castiel Novak was sold to Crowley MacLeod when he was 14. Now, two
     years later, he's the milkshake that brings all the boys to Crowley's
     Auction House.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Castiel flipped around the now warm pole, gracefully, yet sensually, as Crowley
had taught him. Several men and woman whooped, showering Castiel with money and
cloth items.
The music ended and Castiel trotted off the stage, the helping staff collecting
all his money. Most whoops came from the Alphas, but a few Betas showed their
love for Castiel's performance. Meg handed Castiel a blood red rose when he
flipped the magenta curtain away and Castiel smiled.
"Great job Clarence." Meg grinned.
Castiel rolled his eyes but took the rose. "Thanks Meg. You up next?"
Meg nodded. "Wish me luck."
Castiel snorted. "Like if you need it."
Meg snickered and walked onto the stage.
"Oh, look who it is." Ruby smiled and walked up to Castiel.
"Hey." Castiel smiled back.
"Gotta say, Claire, you do know how to pull off good moves." Ruby chuckled.
Castiel shook his head. "I still hate that nickname." He called after Ruby as
she walked away in her leather suit.
Ruby turned around and blew a kiss. "You still love me though!" Ruby yelled and
turned back around, her dark hair shining, even though there was almost no
light backstage.
Castiel walked to his room, several joking catcalls following him from his
peers.
"Cassiel!" Crowley called out as he neared his room. When Crowley appeared at
the doorway, Castiel turned.
"Actually, it's Castiel, sir." Castiel corrected.
Crowley waved away his correction impatiently. "Zachariah's ready for you."
Then, he turned around and started to scold some girl for not putting on the
white nurse uniform for her customer.
Castiel sighed and turned around, distaste in his throat. He didn't mind
working for Zachariah Adler (the man was a very generous tipper), but he always
insisted on touching. Castiel grabbed the sequined costume, since Zachariah
liked bling, and quickly changed.
Pulling on his black jacket, sequins shiny, Castiel quickly grabbed his fedora
and ran to the Private Shows corridor. "God, I hate this." Castiel muttered
under his breath.
Castiel pushed the door open with his shoulder, buttoning his jacket, and
Zachariah was waiting for him by the table in the corner of the room, filled
with drinks. Zachariah turned. "Castiel! Good to see you," Zachariah grinned
and his eyes ran down Castiel's body appreciatively. Castiel shivered.
"Let's get this over with, Mr. Adler." Castiel said in flat tone.
Zachariah snickered but set his drink down on the table and made his way to the
chair in the middle of the room. "I watched your show out there."
Castiel pulled his jacket off slowly, eyes never leaving Zachariah. He raised
an eyebrow. "Yeah? What'd you think of it?"
Zachariah watched Castiel's fluid movements. "I loved it."
"Mmm." Castiel didn't give a rat's ass about Zachariah or his money, but
Zachariah always tried to bribe him into becoming his mate.
Zachariah grinned and patted his lap. "I don't bite, Castiel."
Castiel willed every single cell in his body not to gag.
Slowly, Castiel slipped into Zachariah Adler's lap, straddling him. God, I hate
this.
As soon as Castiel sat, Zachariah grabbed him by the hips. He grinned, his foul
breath making Castiel dizzy. "I paid the extra today." He commented, hands
sliding up. "Figured I deserved it."
Castiel gritted his teeth.
But he was a professional, so he carried on. Zachariah's hands slid everywhere,
sometimes coming too close to places they should not be coming close to. But
finally, after the thirty minutes passed, Castiel started to climb off of
Zachariah before he yanked him down. Castiel yelped out in shock, muscles
tensing.
Zachariah started to slip a hand into Castiel's pants, and Castiel cried out.
"What are you doing?!" Castiel yelled as he struggled to free himself from
Zachariah's grip.
"Something I should have done a long time ago." Zachariah growled in Castiel's
ear and Castiel shouted for help. Finally, three security guards ran in,
pulling Zachariah out of the seat and carefully prying his grip off Castiel and
they shoved him out.
Castiel ran out of the room, ignoring his peers as they demanded for answers as
to what happened.
                                      ---
"Cas?" A soft knock came from Castiel's door. "Can I come in?"
Castiel sighed. He'd put off with this for two hours. Might as well get over
it. "Yeah."
The door opened and Meg, Ruby, Anna, and Jo walked in.
"What happened Cas?" Anna asked softly and sat next to him.
"Fucking Adler." Castiel muttered under his breath. "He had paid for Extra
Touch and he apparently got carried away."
Jo sat on the couch, eyes wide. "He violated The Rule?"
Ruby slapped her upside the head softly. "Aren't you hearing Jo? Yes, he
violated The Rule. I remember when some sick asshole did the same to me. Even
tied me up with barbed wire."
Jo made a digusted sound and shook her head. "Some sick creep one time
installed a camera backstage by my room. Watched me and Lisa all day."
"Would you both quit sharing your sad stories and let Clarence talk?" Meg
snapped.
Jo rolled her eyes and Ruby flipped her off.
Castiel chuckled. "Good to know you're still you Ruby."
Ruby smiled sweetly and flipped her hair over her shoulder dramatically.
"Someone has to tell you to quit being so drama-queen Claire."
Ruby had gotten her latest nickname for Castiel from Meg's nickname, Clarence,
but had shortened it to the 'Clare' part after Castiel was asked to cross-dress
for some dude. Castiel, of course, accepted to do so.
"You should tell Crowley." Anna suggested.
Jo snorted. "What's he gonna do? Give him a verbal warning like he did with
Ruby's creep?"
Anna turned and glared at Jo. "Do you have a better idea?"
Jo grinned. "Let's just all switch to Eye Candy. You know Gabriel treats
everyone right."
Meg laughed. "Right. Yeah, we're all just gonna quit Crowley's stinking place
and switch to Eye Candy."
"She's right Jo." Ruby said. "Gabriel's out of vacancy."
Jo shrugged. "It was worth trying."
"Girls? Are you in there?" A loud knock came from Castiel's door.
Meg sighed dramatically and opened the door. Chuck stood there, looking as
nervous and scared as ever.
"Um, C-Crowley wants you o-o-over at his office, C-as." Chuck fiddled with his
clip board and headset.
Castiel stood up.
"J-Jo too." Chuck added quickly then dashed away.
Jo grabbed an apple, bit into it, and followed Castiel out the door.
Oh, boy, here we go...
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Castiel ran into the room, giggling uncontrollably. "Jo, you idiot!"
Jo only laughed. "He deserved it!"
Some drunk Beta had stumbled upon Jo and Castiel, and he loved both performers,
so he decided to get a little handsy.
Jo had landed a nice kick right in his groin. "Pay if you want to do that,
asshole!"
Castiel stopped laughing when Crowley came into view. "S-sir."
Crowley looked like he was going to burst. "You idiot! You just cost me my top
payer!"
Castiel shrunk back. "He violated The Rule!"
Crowley scoffed. "Does it look like I care? You are a prostitute, Castiel! Act
like one!"
Castiel scowled. "I would have if he paid for that!"
Jo stepped forward. "He's right, Crowley. We don't do this for free."
"You," Crowley pointed a finger at Jo, "can go and prepare for your 4:30
appointment. Azazel is waiting."
Jo grimaced. "You had to land me Azazel."
Crowley grinned and shrugged. "Welcome to my business, girl."
Jo sighed and wandered off to Wardrobe & Make-Up.
Crowley rounded on Castiel. "I've got somebody else for you."
Castiel instantly slipped into business mode, Zachariah Adler forgotten. "Been
here before?" He asked as he followed Crowley into his office.
"Nope. Newbie. That's why I'm giving him to you." Crowley sat and slid a
picture of the customer over to Castiel.
"Alpha or Beta?" Castiel paused. "Or Omega."
Crowley shook his head. "Alpha. He wants to buy whoever he gets, doesn't like
sharing, but I managed to bribe him into just using you weekly."
Castiel rolled his eyes. "Great. A possessive, jealous Alpha. Just what I
needed, Crowley."
"Hey! At least I got him out of buying you." Crowley snapped back.
"Kinks?"
Crowley grinned. "I think he's into BDSM."
Castiel groaned. "No."
"Oh, calm down, Pretty Boy. He only does it if he owns you."
"Crowley, you know how much I hate possessive, jealous, kinky Alpha bastards.
Why did you assign him to me?!" Castiel sat down.
Crowley rolled his eyes. "He comes in at five."
"What?!" Castiel yelped then turned and ran out of Crowley's office.
Castiel ran to his room, hurriedly throwing on a sweatshirt before dashing to
Wardrobe & Make-Up. He waved to Meg as he passed, giving Anna a thumbs-up when
she demanded what happened. Then, he ran into Jessica. She was wearing her
nurse outfit, which she completely rocked out (it was like she was made for
that costume), nervously jumping around. "What's up, Jess?" Castiel asked as he
motioned for Tessa to pick him something out.
Jessica sighed. "I got a client."
Castiel stayed silent for a second. "Okay? Isn't this like your fifteenth
client? Why is it such a big deal?"
"It's a big deal because," Jessica said. "I think I'm starting to kinda like
him."
Castiel raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I know, I know!" Jessica lifted her hands and covered her face with them. "I
know it's like the biggest rule after The Rule, but he's so sweet and caring
and - "
"Jess, we are in a brothel. If this man...or woman... were caring, he or she
wouldn't even be here." Castiel said flatly, pulling on tight, leather pants, a
v-neck black t-shirt, and a black blazer.
Jess glared at Castiel, pouting. "But, he's a real gentlemen. I swear. He
refused to touch me unless I was comfortable with it. Has any of your customers
ever asked you if you're comfortable with what they're doing?"
Castiel didn't answer.
Jess paled. "Oh, God, Cas. I'm so sorry, I wasn't talking about - "
"It's alright." Castiel assured the older blonde.
Jessica Moore was the oldest of the people working here, she was going to be 18
in January. Next was Anna, who had turned 17 in May. Hannah was 17, Meg was 17,
as well as Jo and Ruby. Castiel was the youngest by far, barely being 16. But
he had been the one that had stayed the longest. Castiel had worked here since
he was fourteen, Crowley taking him in when Castiel was kicked out by his
family after confessing he was gay.
Jess was still red in the face, probably feeling terrible, and she wandered
off.
"Cas! Your client's ready!" Chuck said when he drew back the velvet curtain.
Castiel nodded, thanked Becky for her work and left to the Private Rooms. "So,
what's so special about this Alpha?"
Chuck shrugged. "Crowley said he paid extra for almost everything, so he's
wealthy. He has control issues, likes BDSM, although he's light on the 'M'
part."
"So a dominant, serious, filthy-rich, old Alpha?" Castiel rolled his eyes.
Chuck laughed. "Not so much old."
Castiel raised an eyebrow. "Care to explain?"
"Nope." Chuck pushed the door open for Castiel, then motioned inside. "See for
yourself."
Castiel stared into the dark room, hesitantly.
"Have fun!" Chuck said softly when Castiel finally walked in.
"Always." Castiel replied. He crept into the room, looking around warily. It
was darker that usual, almost no light in the room.
"You must be Castiel." A voice rumbled through the room, making shivers run
down Castiel's spine.
Okay, that was definitely not the sound of an old Alpha male. Probably no more
than forty.
A soft chuckle echoed. "You look young. How old?"
Castiel swallowed nervously. He still couldn't see where the man was.
"Sixteen." Castiel mumbled.
"Hmm. A bit young, no?"
Castiel finally located where he thought the man was. "Not really."
Silence met his answer. "Do you know how old I am?"
Castiel chuckled. "Late sixties?"
"Twenty." The man ignored his answer. "And you are sixteen."
"Yes, I am. So?"
"You are underage."
"Wow, great thinking, Einstein." Castiel said sarcastically.
Finally, low lights flickered on.
Castiel did not expect this. He would probably drop to his knees right now, if
he was closer to the man. Because a complete god of a man was standing in the
corner, glass of whiskey in his hand. He stared evenly at Castiel, glancing
down his body and right back up to his face.
"Don't use that tone of voice around me." The man said in his Alpha voice,
making Castiel dip his head and look at the ground. "Remember who is in charge
here, Omega."
Fuck.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry if the chapter ended too fast, I got lazy. Sorry for the long
     wait too.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Castiel felt weak, like his legs couldn't hold him up anymore. "Y-Yes, sir."
The man didn't answer or provide approval, which made the Omega feel extremely
uncomfortable. If an Alpha doesn't give it's Omega it's approval or attention
or care when the Omega did something wrong, the results could be devastating.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the man said, "Good."
Castiel breathed a sigh of relief. "May I know your name?"
The man tensed. "All in due time, Castiel."
Castiel dipped his head, gaze on the floor. Well, shit. Now what? "Yes, sir."
The man set the glass cup in his hand on the table, brushing his palms as he
neared Castiel.
Castiel gasped softly, backing up into the wall when he noticed the man
approaching. What the fuck did I do?! Castiel scolded himself. The man only
kept on walking when Castiel bumped against the wall, not able to retreat any
further. The man walked right into Castiel's personal space, hand going to the
younger and smaller boy's hip and the other to support against the wall, his
right hand beside Castiel's head.
"You can call me Alpha, Castiel." The man said softly, breath blowing onto
Castiel's face.
Castiel nodded quickly, wide-eyed. "Yes, A-Alpha."
The man narrowed his eyes, but kept on staring at Castiel, and, frankly,
Castiel was getting uncomfortable. Then the man backed away and Castiel
breathed out in relief, quietly.
"I'm canceling the order."
Castiel's eyes widened and he glanced up to the Alpha. Had he done something
wrong?
The man paid him no attention, simply walked to the door and disappeared.
                                     + + +
"So who was that hot mysterious young man that walked out of your Room?" Ruby
grinned.
Castiel sighed. "Just a gorgeous, god-like Alpha."
Ruby raised an eyebrow while Jo whistled, Anna laughed, Meg, Jess, Charlie,
Bela, and Hannah 'ooh'-ed, and Gadreel snickered.
"Oh," Castiel burrowed his face into his arms, "Shut up!"
Everybody laughed.
"Who was this mysterious, gorgeous, god-like Alpha?" Charlie smirked.
"I don't know." Castiel admitted.
"You don't know?" Hannah frowned.
"He wouldn't tell me his name!" Castiel whined. "He just said I could call him
'Alpha'!"
"Ooh." Ruby giggled. "Kinky."
Castiel glared at her.
Meg scowled. "But seriously, Clarence. I don't think you should take him
anymore. You know - "
"Yeah, yeah. The Second Rule." Castiel rolled his eyes.
Everyone in Wardrobe & Make-Up murmured their agreement. Castiel sighed and
leaned back into his chair. What was he doing? He needed to drop the man. If he
started to warm up to him, Castiel would have to be fired, and a sixteen-year-
old Omega on the streets where Alphas and Betas roam is not good. And if
Castiel went into heat...
The small sixteen-year-old shook his head in fear. If he were ever to go out
into the streets, he would have to mate, and he does not have the time for
that.
"What's up with the look, Cas?" Charlie sat next to him.
Castiel groaned. "I don't know what to do. I know that I need to leave this
customer and drop him, but I...can't."
Charlie smiled at him sympathetically. "Then don't."
Castiel blinked. "What?"
Charlie shrugged, shoving a scoop of the vanilla ice cream she was eating in
her mouth. "If you don't want to drop him, then don't."
Castiel frowned, then shrugged and left the room. Charlie was right. If Castiel
didn't want to drop the customer, he shouldn't have to.
That single choice fucked up his life in ways that it would never heal.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry, my chapter ended so quickly, I got lazy.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Castiel shoved the door open, heaving the laundry basket on top of the washing
machine. He shoved the grey sleeves from his loose, oversized-fit long sleeve
top, the v-neck dipping down low. Why did he have to do all the dirty (and the
stains on the garments weren't normal everyday things you would find on shirts
and pants and skirts) laundry. If he remembered correctly, it was Ruby's turn
to do this. Castiel angrily pulled out different tops and shorts, pulling a
face of pure disgust upon seeing a particularly sticky item, and cranked the
dial all the way up.
Sighing, he let his thoughts drift back to the Alpha.
He wondered how he had heard of Crowley's Auction House, if he was here for the
auctions or just for the strippers and prostitutes. Maybe he was here just for
a good time and wasn't looking for some sixteen-year-old Omega drooling after
him. But what if he was looking for a mate?
Castiel jerked back in repugnance.
Whoa, when did he start thinking about mates?! Right now, Castiel had to think
about surviving this place, which would be a lot easier if he would just
transfer to Eye Candy, Gabriel's brothel. But Gabriel would never let Castiel
work there, wouldn't let even another Omega stare at him wrong.
Castiel groaned and shook his thoughts out. He couldn't think like this. It
distracted him when showtime came and then he would lose too much money.
"Hey Castiel." Becky smiled as she walked into the laundry room, going for the
costumes on one of the racks.
"Hello Becky." Castiel smiled in response and watched her curiously. "Are those
for Ruby?"
"Huh? Oh, no. The cat suit is for Anna, and the police officer outfit is for
Ruby."
"Ohh." Castiel nodded, drumming a beat with his fingers on the washing machine.
Becky looked at him with sympathy. "Got laundry duty?"
Castiel sighed and nodded, rolling his eyes. "Yeah. Ruby claimed it was mine
and nobody remembered if it was or not, so I got stuck here."
"Hope you haven't found anything too sticky?" Becky draped the cat suit over
her shoulder.
"Ha," Castiel scoffed. "I wish."
Becky chuckled. "That's what I get to deal with."
Castiel threw her a horrified look over his shoulder. "Ugh, poor you."
"Eh," Becky shrugged. "You get used to it." Then, in a lower voice, she added,
"Somewhat."
Castiel laughed. "Thank God I'm not stuck here each day."
Becky smiled and her left shoulder lifted in an attempt to shrug.
"Have you ever thought of going on stage?" Castiel asked.
Becky turned bright red, eyes widening. "What?" She squeaked.
"Oh, c'mon!" Castiel chuckled. "You have so thought about it!"
Becky shook her head quickly. "N-No! I w-would never! I mean, not that it's an
indignant job or whatever, it's totally not, I just wouldn't think of taking
it, but it's not that bad of a job, really."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better," Castiel sighed. "I think you would
look great on the pole."
Becky was silent for probably five seconds, before she laughed softly. "I know.
Chuck and Crowley have told me that several times at the interviews." With
that, she walked out, costumes in hand, leaving Castiel behind, gaping.
                                     + + +
"So, you're saying Becky Rosen has been recommended for the pole? By Crowley?"
Castiel nodded eagerly. "Exactly. I think that Becky is just too shy to go on
stage."
Ruby scoffed. "That girl is too innocent to go on the pole."
"Ha! Have you read the stories she writes?" Meg snickered. "Now, that's what
you call '18 and older' writing."
Castiel rolled his eyes. "Focus. We need to get Becky on stage."
"She is a fifteen-year-old Omega!" Anna exclaimed. "She's too... virgin to go
on stage."
"I'm a sixteen-year-old Omega!" Castiel countered.
"You don't count." Anna snapped. "You've been here for two years, Castiel."
"Details don't matter here. What does matter is that Becky needs to get on
stage." Castiel stabbed the table with his index finger to emphasize his
statement.
"And how do you plan doing that?" Ruby drawled.
Castiel grinned. "Easy, we get Chuck to see Becky's 'Stripper Beauty', then
bribe him somehow to convince Crowley to give her lessons."
"We are not using Chuck Shurley for this." Jessica shook her head.
"Oh, my God." Castiel slapped his hands over his eyes. "Guys, this won't work
at all if we don't 'use' Chuck."
Ruby shrugged. "I'm in."
"Well, if Ruby's in, I guess I'm in too." Meg rolled her eyes.
"I'll help." Anna said begrudgingly.
Castiel turned to Jessica, who was occupied with staring at her nails. "Fine."
She sighed.
Castiel broke into a cheer, grin on his face. "Great. We'll get Chuck over here
at five tomorrow."
"Uh, I'm sorry, but isn't your customer coming back tomorrow at four thirty?"
Jessica raised an eyebrow.
Castiel groaned. "That's right, I forgot!"
Ruby and Meg snickered. "I bet he's gonna start to get naughty pretty soon."
Castiel turned bright red, squawking indignantly. "N-No he won't!"
The girls laughed and got up to leave.
"Have fun preparing yourself, Cas!" Ruby cooed.
Castiel huffed indignantly and got up, running to his room. Five seconds later,
he ran back out to the Practice Performance Room.
Chapter End Notes
     Guys, OMG! I didn't know you liked this so much! Thank you!
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     SMUT. DICK ROMAN X CASTIEL (sorry) ALSO IM NOT VERY GOOD WITH SMUT,
     SO DON'T JUDGE ME, OKAY?
Castiel shifted in his bed uneasily.
The mysterious Alpha was coming back in eleven hours, and it made Castiel feel
bouncy and nervous. He got up from the bed, shakily running to his dresser and
grabbing the suppressant pills. He shook two onto his palm, carefully popping
them into his mouth and taking a long drink of water. Better be safe than
sorry.
Castiel looked at his alarm clock by the side of his bed, the 6:00 AM staring
at him mockingly.
Frustrated, he walked to the Practice Performance Room. He pulled the heavy
door open, the eerie dim light barely enough for Castiel to find his way to the
Dressing Rooms. He walked into the first one that was open, yanking his t-shirt
off and pulling on a much looser one, one that was big enough on him that his
shoulder was visible from the sleeve falling off. Pulling on some black
leggings, Castiel walked to the chilly Dance Room.
While the clothes Castiel was wearing looked slightly feminine, nobody paid him
attention as he practiced a simple routine for when he went on stage on
Saturday. Saturday nights were always the best for business, people swarming
the Private Rooms and the stage. And this week's performance included all
strippers and prostitutes, which meant that Crowley and Chuck were both on
edge, everyone making sure to have a lesson planned with Balthazar, the
choreographer.
"Claire!" Ruby walked in, her dark hair pulled up into a bun.
"What? Ruby is practicing?!" Castiel feigned shock.
Ruby rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Claire. Everyone's gotta be perfect for
Saturday's show."
Castiel laughed, claiming that he ought to get a picture of Ruby practicing or
nobody would believe him if he told, which ended with Ruby threatening to take
his suppressors. Castiel left the Practice Performance Room, deciding to go
talk to Balthazar about what he would wear for the performance. On his way
there, Chuck stopped him to tell Castiel that he needed to stop by Crowley's
office.
"What do you need?" Castiel shoved the door open. "I'm busy with practice,
Crowley, I can't take waiting duty to - ."
"Castiel, I have another client for you." Crowley said.
Castiel stopped when he saw none other than Dick Roman by Crowley's side.
Castiel shuffled forward, the door creaking shut behind him. He realized that
he still had his clothes from earlier on, that the sleeve had fallen off his
shoulder again. Castiel raised his arm in an effort to return the sleeve to its
spot.
Dick Roman glanced at Castiel, eyes interested. "Is this your prized possession
that you don't stop talking about, Crowley?"
Crowley glanced at Dick Roman. "Yes. This is Castiel."
"Omega?" Dick Roman sniffed the air, and Castiel looked at the ground.
"Yes." Crowley said begrudgingly. Castiel doubted that Crowley would be selling
tickets for him now, so close to the Saturday performance and when Castiel
already had a customer scheduled today.
There was tense silence in the air before Dick Roman spoke up. "I'll take him.
Schedule it right now."
Castiel looked up, alarmed, and found that his alarm was shared with Crowley.
"Mr. Roman, Castiel already has an appointment scheduled today, and he has to
practice for his performance on Saturday." Crowley said.
"Does it look like I care? No." Dick Roman started to walked towards Castiel,
and Castiel backed up into the wall.
Crowley watched as Dick Roman grabbed Castiel tightly by the arm and dragged
him out.
                                     + + +
Castiel felt panic rising into his throat. Dick Roman may be occupied with
whatever the hell he is doing right now, but eventually, his attention would
turn back to Castiel. Not to mention the fact that he had an Alpha customer
today.
"Castiel, right?" Dick Roman turned.
"Uh, yes." Castiel watched Mr. Roman carefully.
Dick Roman nodded and smiled. "Lovely name."
Castiel's gaze wandered the room, wondering how the hell he should respond to
that. "Uh, thank you, sir?"
Dick Roman stepped forward, hand going to Castiel's hair. Castiel froze,
sucking a breath in, and stared at the ground. His thoughts flitted back to the
green-eyed Alpha, momentarily, before Dick Roman's hand shifted to Castiel's
lips, fingertips brushing over them. "Such a pretty mouth." Dick Roman grinned.
Castiel knew what was coming next, a flirtation like that meant nothing else.
"How about you get on your knees, Castiel?" Dick Roman ordered, and Castiel
fell obediently. Dick Roman unzipped his pants and motioned for Castiel to do
the rest. Castiel took a deep breath before grabbing the silky cloth carefully
and pulling the slacks down. Castiel hesitated, just a few seconds, before he
yanked down Roman's briefs and took him in his mouth.
Instantly, Castiel felt like he was going to throw up.
Dick Roman was disgusting in his mouth, making Castiel feel dirty. Castiel
closed his eyes, and instantly his imagination pictured that this was he was
serving the green-eyed Alpha.
"Such a whore." Dick Roman moaned, hand grabbing a fistful of Castiel's hair.
Castiel whimpered and felt tears surface in his eyes, feeling like he was going
to suffocate. Eventually, enough time passing for Castiel's mouth to feel very
sore, Dick Roman emptied his load into Castiel's mouth, Castiel choking.
Dick Roman pulled out, wasting no time in cleaning himself up and pulling his
clothes back on. Without another word, Dick Roman left the room.
                                     + + +
"Crowley!" Dick Roman grinned. "Great Omega you have back there."
Crowley smiled. "Yes, he is a very popular demand."
"I want an appointment scheduled every week at 5:00 on Monday afternoons." Dick
Roman ordered.
Crowley faltered. "S-Sir! He has another weekly customer going on and - "
"I don't care. I will pay triple of what I paid today." Dick shook his head.
"Have a nice one, Crowley." With that, Dick Roman left, leaving Crowley
wondering what the hell he was going to do now.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
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Castiel groaned, leaning over the chair and throwing up again.
Anna sighed worriedly. "You shouldn't have taken him, Castiel! Meg or Ruby or
even I could have!"
Castiel shook his head, coughing. "It's alright." His voice was gravelly, weak,
making him sound years older than he really was.
"Asshole, how dare he use you like that?!" Meg snapped.
Castiel raised an eyebrow before being overcome by a coughing fit. "He paid for
it."
Meg growled. "But not to...use you like that!"
Castiel shrugged. "I'm just not used to it. I'll get better."
Meg left the room, visibly mad.
                                     + + +
Castiel was nervous. He was heading down to the Private Rooms corridor, a
bundle of nerves in his stomach. He hadn't seen the green-eyed Alpha in a week,
and, honestly, Castiel was so eager to see him again. Pushing the door open,
Castiel was surprised to find the room well lit, unlike the last time the Alpha
had been here.
"You're late."
Castiel turned towards the wall where the door was at, which was behind him.
"Uh, yes. Sorry about the inconvenience, I had something to take care of." And
by that, Castiel meant trying his very best to scrub the scent of Dick Roman
off of him. If this Alpha were to distinguish the scent of another Alpha, or
even a Beta, he would most likely shift into possessive gear.
The Alpha narrowed his eyes, but pushed himself off the wall. "Castiel, right?"
Castiel nodded.
"Look, Castiel. I expect you to be here at the most..." The Alpha glanced at
his watch. "At 4:35."
That was only five minutes after the appointment began. Castiel's voice was
tight when he said, "Yes, sir."
The Alpha gazed at Castiel, then he frowned. "What is that smell?"
Castiel was clueless for about 0.05 seconds before he realized that was Dick
Roman's scent. Castiel froze.
"Do you smell that?" The Alpha narrowed his green eyes. "It smells like..." The
Alpha's gaze zeroed in on Castiel, and Castiel laughed nervously.
"Must be from the room next door." Castiel babbled. "The walls are getting
fixed this May, some other Alphas reported it too and..."
The green-eyed Alpha advanced towards him. "Don't lie to me." He snarled,
grabbing Castiel roughly by his upper arms.
"I don't - ! I'm not!" Castiel panicked, eyes wide.
The Alpha leaned in, burrowing into Castiel's neck. When he looked back at
Castiel again, rage was in his eyes. "You took another Alpha?!"
Castiel shook his head quickly. "No!"
"You did!" The Alpha snapped, lips pulled back in a snarl.
Castiel felt a sob escape his lips. When an Omega made an Alpha mad, or even
remotely displeased with her or him, the Omega would get desperate. It didn't
matter if you hated or liked this Alpha, it was just built into the Omegas
instincts to always please the Alpha. "I swear!"
"I can smell him on you!" The Alpha shook Castiel, grip tightening on his upper
arms.
Castiel shook his head, screaming. "No, no, I didn't! I swear I didn't! Please
stop, you're hurting me!"
The Alpha raised his voice, shouting now. "You slut!"
Castiel started to cry. "No! Stop it!"
Castiel at first didn't notice when Chuck and Crowley and the staff flooded in,
ripping the Alpha away from a distraught Castiel.
"You whore! You fucking slut!" The Alpha shouted as he was pulled out of the
room.
Castiel slid onto the ground, collapsing. His sobs echoed through the room, as
Meg and Anna rushed forward to comfort him. Ruby watched, eyes wide, then
turned and stomped out. You could hear shouting from the Alpha and Ruby and
Crowley. Jessica ran in, Becky and Gadreel hot on her trail. Everyone formed a
protective cocoon around the weak, crying Omega. It became chaos at Crowley's
Auction House, and Castiel had never felt worse and dirtier before.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry, this is just a filler chapter. WOW GUYS... 34
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***** Chapter 7 *****
Castiel stared out his window, curled up in the fetal position in his bed,
humming along to Kitchen Sink. Lately, he had become rather obsessed with
Twenty One Pilots. He heard the lyrics carefully, occasionally "rapping" along.
There was a certain part that made him feel something, but he couldn't figure
out what. Grabbing his iPod, he re-winded to his favorite part.
Cas?" Anna's voice came from the closed door, muffled. She knocked softly. "Can
I come in?"
Castiel didn't answer, in hopes of Anna leaving. He cranked the volume up
higher, the song now blasting through his earphones into his ears. He closed
his eyes and drifted off into restless sleep.
                                     + + +
"Cas. You have a customer scheduled. Crowley wants to know if you want to do
it." Jessica asked, her soft voice stirring Castiel from his bed.
Castiel didn't answer, just rolled over and yanked his blanket up higher. Then,
he thought better of it and got up, slowly. The door creaked open as Castiel
twisted the handle and pulled. Jessica glanced up in surprise, shocked that
Castiel had even climbed out of his bed. "I'll be - " Castiel's voice was
hoarse, throaty, so he took a moment to clear his throat before continuing.
"I'll be there in a moment."
Jessica nodded quickly and turned, dashing to Crowley's office.
Castiel closed the door, pulling on some sweatpants and a two-sizes-too-big
hoodie. He didn't care for today's performance, or tomorrow's, he wouldn't
perform. As Castiel trudged to the Private Rooms, the staff from Crowley's
Auction House stared at Castiel with pity and sympathy, knowing how hard it
must've been to be rejected by an Alpha.
"Hey," Anna smiled as she approached Castiel. "Can I walk with you?"
Castiel shrugged, showing his indifference. Truly, he wanted to be alone, but
he couldn't be alone forever.
"You don't have to do this, Castiel." Anna whispered.
"Yeah, I do." Castiel said flatly, eyes glued to the path ahead of him yet
distant and dazed, as if he was just going through the motions again.
Anna said nothing else, falling silent and nervous as they arrived at the
Private Rooms. Crowley was there, along with Chuck and a handful of staff
members, the burly ones.
"What is this?" Castiel raised an eyebrow.
Crowley tugged the door open and motioned for Castiel to walk in. Castiel
shuffled in, nerves settling into his stomach. This was a bad idea...
Then Castiel noticed he wasn't alone. There, in the corner, was a man hunched
over a drink on the table, stinking of misery and despair. At first, Castiel
didn't recognize the man, the stench of wretchedness in the air too strong to
smell the personality scent underlying it. Then, when the man looked up, he saw
those sometimes forest and sometimes candy apple green eyes, and a sense of
euphoria bloomed in Castiel's chest. Tears surfaced in his eyes, and it took
every single cell in his body to not go running to the Alpha and beg for his
forgiveness.
"Hey." The man said, and his voice cracked. He cleared his throat. "Castiel."
Castiel stayed glued to where he was standing, staring at the Alpha.
"Um... Could you guys leave?" The Alpha asked the staff and Crowley, eyes
uncertain.
"And let you hurt Castiel again? No way, you asshole." Ruby growled, baring her
teeth.
"Enough." Crowley said, and he turned to Castiel. "Do you want us here,
Castiel?"
Castiel watched Crowley for a second, tension growing in the air, before he
shook his head, a small movement displaying weakness and eagerness.
"You saw him. Out, out, all of you!" Crowley snapped, ushering everybody out.
Castiel turned back to the Alpha. "What are you doing here?"
The Alpha took a deep breath and took a step forward, and Castiel immediately
tensed and retreated two steps. He glanced down at the space between them, but
looked at Castiel. "I came to get you back."
Castiel laughed cruelly. "Oh, yeah? Just to call me a whore and slut again?"
Tears pricked at his eyes.
The Alpha closed his eyes, obviously trying to not get worked up about the
disrespect. "I'm sorry - "
"I don't care!" Castiel screamed. "You just want me for the sex, you sick
bastard!" Castiel started to cry, and it was like all the emotions he hadn't
shown over the last two days just burst through the dam. "You sick asshole! I
hate you!" The Alpha rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Castiel, but
Castiel beat against his chest. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! I wish you
were dead! I wish I would have never met you!"
The Alpha pulled Castiel in. "Shh, I know, I know." He whispered comfortingly.
"Leave me alone!" Castiel kept on screaming. "I hope you die so I never have to
see you again! You - you - " Castiel ran out of insults to yell, and he stopped
fighting against the Alpha's hold. He sobbed into his chest, pain radiating off
him. Finally, after a few minutes, Castiel shoved the Alpha away. "Stay away
from me." He hissed.
The Alpha looked like a kicked puppy. "You can't ask that of me."
Castiel turned around and opened the door. "Good thing I'm not asking." He
slammed the door shut.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
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The Alpha hadn't said his name.
It doesn't matter. Castiel snapped at himself.You don't care anymore.
Castiel forced himself to focus on this. He should be grateful Crowley had
given him two break days, on account of everything that had happened earlier,
and that Castiel wasn't really that stable yet. The only condition Crowley had
given him was to perform on Saturday. Castiel grabbed the pole, curling his
fingers around it before heaving himself up and wrapping his leg around it.
When Castiel performed, he forgot about everything. His surroundings ceased to
exist. He felt free. Maybe it was weird saying that, he was a stripper after
all, but it was true. Most girls and boys here enjoyed this place, and while it
may not be no Eye Candy, Crowley's Auction House was still a good place to work
at, better than most. Castiel worked his way around the pole expertly, since
after two years of working on the pole, it was like second nature.
"I see you're still the best around, Claire!" Ruby called out from where she
was stretching, and everyone in the room whooped their agreement.
Castiel landed on his feet perfectly, chest heaving yet feeling jovial. He
grinned as he regained his breath, and he had never felt so alive before. It
was almost like he had never met the Alpha, like everything was back to normal.
But then the moment was over too quickly. Crowley rushed in and muttered
something in Ruby's ear, and the happiness from her face drained away, replaced
by anger. She turned and stomped out, stinking of rage. Castiel stared at
Crowley curiously.
"Crowley." Castiel called out. "What's going on?"
Crowley shifted nervously. "Nothing. Get back to work, Castiel." He ordered and
walked out.
Castiel scowled and followed, saying he would be back soon.
When Castiel's eyes met the - sometimes forest and sometimes candy apple -
green eyes, he wished he had stayed back at the room and never followed
Crowley.
The Alpha's gaze zeroed in on Castiel, and the scent of relief mixed with guilt
and euphoria clouded the air. Before the Alpha could do anything, Castiel
turned and ran as fast as he could.
Chapter End Notes
     omf this is sO SHORT SORRY (ill update more during the summer guys)
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Castiel doesn't know how he ended up outside of the brothel.
One moment, he was shoving through people, fighting against everybody that was
at the bar, smacking away dirty touches that curled up against his arms and
waist. And then the next, he was outside of the building. He looked up, and in
fluorescent red, black, and white lighting, it read Crowley's Auction House.
Castiel was breathing heavily, leaning against the brick wall for support. What
was the Alpha doing here?! This was bordering on the term stalking.
"Castiel!" Ruby stumbled out of the building, and Castiel slid into the alley
that was just a ways down. "Castiel!" Ruby called out again.
The sixteen-year-old slid down the wall, bringing his knees up and wrapping his
arms around them and tucking his chin. Castiel didn't care for the Alpha. He
didn't want to see him ever again. Every time Castiel let himself think about
him for even one second, disgust, anger, and a desperate pain shot through him.
What made the Alpha think that Castiel would be a virgin?! He was a stripper
and prostitute, for God's sake!
"Castiel?" Ruby called out, before sighing and returning inside.
The young Omega got up after his back felt sore, and walked to Eye Candy;
Gabriel's brothel.
+ + +
"Baby bro!" Gabriel crowed when he saw Castiel, and engulfed him in a hug. "
'Bout time you visited. I was starting to get lon - Cas, are you okay?"
Castiel blinked, then he couldn't hold the tears in anymore. Instantly, he was
in his older brother's arms again.
"Cas, what happened?! Did some ass hurt you at Crowley's? I swear, I will kill
the dick myse - "
"No, he didn't hurt me. Not physically." Castiel sniffed and shook his head.
Gabriel snapped his fingers at some burly security guard by the door, and then
the man was stumbling to get out. The door closed and a small click notified
Castiel that it was locked from the outside. Not a very effective way to shut
people out. "So then how did he hurt you?"
Castiel took a deep breath. "He insulted me, I suppose. Apparently, he though I
was a virgin or something."
Gabriel snorted. "You work at a brothel, for fuck's sake."
"My thoughts exactly," Castiel nodded. "But, I guess that you will run into an
egotistical asshole every now and then who can't take the concept of sharing."
"Not in my business." Gabriel scoffed.
Castiel rolled his eyes. "Yes, but you won't let me work here."
"You should be glad I'm letting you work at that shit place, Castiel." Gabriel
glared at his brother.
"Well, I don't need your permission." Castiel snapped. "I don't even need your
help."
"So then why are you here?" Gabriel countered.
"Good question! I'll be showing myself to the door, now." Castiel turned and
stomped out, slamming the door shut behind him. He ran down the stairs, and
dove into the crowd by the bar. The sixteen-year-old fought his way through the
drunk people, slapping away wayward hands that made it to his ass or waist. He
didn't need Gabriel's help, he had been taken to that stinking place and
Gabriel hadn't even lifted a finger as they dragged him away. Gabriel had
always claimed that he had tried to reason with Crowley, but Castiel knew
Gabriel. If Gabriel really wanted something, he would get it no matter what.
Which means that Gabriel didn't really want to keep Castiel from the shit place
he now calls home.
Castiel hadn't noticed the eyes watching him sinfully, the rowdy man in the
corner downing his beer, or the same man getting up and following Castiel.
Castiel kept on walking, too pissed off to notice the man behind him. He pushed
the door open and stomped outside, furiously muttering under his breath. Then,
a hand was slapped over Castiel's mouth and the small Omega was being dragged
into an alley. Castiel screamed, but the noise was muffled by the grimy hand
over his mouth. He was shoved up against the wall, and then hands were all over
him.
"Saw you walking, all alone out there," a growly voice said in his ear.
Tears were pricking at the sides of Castiel's eyes. He fought against the man,
desperation and panic shooting through him.
"I wouldn't allow such a pretty Omega to go by without a good fuck," the man
chuckled as he slid a hand down Castiel's abdomen.
Castiel managed to open his mouth and he sunk his teeth into the hand, and the
man shouted in pain. "Help!" Castiel screamed, momentarily freeing himself. He
sprinted out of the alley, but the Alpha was faster. He grabbed Castiel's arm,
twisting it painfully, and yanked Castiel in again.
"You little bitch!" The man roared and punched Castiel in the gut.
The Omega cried out in pain, doubling over, and he waited for the next hit. But
it never came. A man appeared and tackled the Alpha that had hit Castiel, and
suddenly, they were fighting. Castiel watched in fear, too hurt to move and run
away. Finally, one of the Alphas backed down, defeated, and he practically flew
out of the alley. Castiel frowned. The Alpha that had won seemed very familiar.
Castiel's eyes widened when he recognized him.
"Are you okay?"
His deep voice only confirmed Castiel's suspicions. It was the green-eyed
Alpha.
Chapter End Notes
     It's been too long!
     Sorry I haven't updated in forever guys, I recently got involved in a
     different fandom and Supernatural isn't my main fandom anymore. I
     still ship Destiel and will still be watching the twelfth season
     (hopefully), but I write mostly joshler fics on wattpad now.
     I'll try and keep on updating regularly!
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     I feel like a bad person. Sorry I haven't updated in such a long
     time.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Castiel got up, silent. "Were you following me?"
The green-eyed Alpha took a step forward. "Castiel, I know that - "
"You found out my name?!" The Omega interrupted, eyes wide. "Oh, my God, you're
stalking me."
The Alpha shook his head. "No, I just want to apologize for what had happened
earli - "
"Oh, fuck off!" Castiel snapped, pushing past the man. "Shove your apology up
your ass, you dick. I don't want it. I don't want to see you ever again."
The Alpha grabbed Castiel's wrist, yanking him back. "Then just let me walk you
to the brothel. In case another Alpha comes by."
Castiel scowled, ripping his hand out of the Alpha's grip. "Fine," he said
after a beat of silence. "But, as soon as I enter the brothel, you leave!"
The Alpha nodded. "Okay."
Castiel turned, ignoring the Alpha's hurt tone. He was not going to show pity
to this man. The two walked in silence, neither brave enough to speak up.
Finally, the Alpha mustered up the courage.
"You weren't very shocked at the fact that I knew your name," he commented.
Castiel shrugged. "I've had customers before that are clingy." He felt a wave
of anger roll of the Alpha, and he froze. The Alpha noticed this - not to
mention that the air stank of fear for a second - and he quickly composed
himself.
"Right," the Alpha said awkwardly.
Castiel took a deep breath and continued down the sidewalk. "Why are you so
stubborn on apologizing?" He asked after a minute of silence.
The Alpha sighed. "My mom had worked in this type of job for six years. She met
my dad one night and they got along right away, if you know what I mean. But
then she had accidentally gotten pregnant. My dad was very understanding and
took her in, didn't tell his family what she used to work in. He was very
gentle with her. They even had a second child. I realized that it wasn't right
of me to treat you like that when my mom had described the hardships of this
job. And I felt bad."
Castiel stared down at the sidewalk. He shrugged. "This job isn't the easiest,
I'll admit. But there are times when I enjoy it. You know, when a guy doesn't
have his dick shoved up my ass or when an Alpha gets jealous and insults me."
The Alpha winced, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Like I said, I'm sorry."
"What's your name, by the way. I'm getting kinda tired of calling you 'the
Alpha' in my head," Castiel raised an eyebrow.
"Oh," the Alpha blinked, as if just realizing he never said his name. "Dean
Winchester."
Castiel nodded, "Well, nice to meet you, I guess."
Dean frowned and sighed. "Can we start over? I feel really bad for what I did."
Castiel considered this. He didn't really like giving out second chances,
especially if the person had insulted him, but this Alpha did seem like he
wanted Castiel to forgive him. The Omega hesitated nevertheless. He noticed
that Dean seemed to slouch down a little in defeat, probably taking Castiel's
hesitance as a no. He sighed. "Fine. We'll start over."
Dean perked up, surprise on his face. "Really?"
The sixteen-year-old nodded, shrugging. "I have rules, though." Dean tilted his
head a little.
"Alright, what are they?" He asked.
"You can't show up at the bar randomly, you have to give me a heads-up that
you're coming. You don't ask about my personal life - ever - you aren't
judgmental towards my friends, and you can't watch my shows. I don't perform
for people who I am friends with." Castiel replied.
Dean grinned. "Damn. I was looking forward to your shows."
Castiel rolled his eyes and butted shoulders with him. "You'll get over it."
The two stopped in front of the brothel, and Castiel walked towards the
entrance.
"Thanks for walking with me," Castiel said quietly.
Dean smiled. "Anytime, Cas."
The Omega raised an eyebrow. " 'Cas'?"
"Oh," Dean blushed, looking at his feet. "Sorry, I just tend to give people
nicknames. Your name is kinda a mouthful, you know? Not that it's a bad name,
it's just long. But long names aren't bad either, I'm just saying - "
The Alpha was interrupted with one of Castiel's laughs.
He smiled sheepishly, "I'll just say Castiel, if you want."
Castiel shook his head, still laughing softly. "It's fine if you call me by a
nickname, Dean. I won't be offended by it."
Dean smirked. "Can I call you princess, then?"
"And there you go, ruining the friendship moment we had." Castiel rolled his
eyes, starting to push the door open.
"Sorry!" Dean called out. "But I'm honestly curious!"
"Good night, Dean." Castiel yelled back.
Dean smiled, watching the Omega go. "Night, Cas." He said softly.
Chapter End Notes
     THANKS FOR 100 KUDOS THOUGH WOW I THOUGHT THIS FIC WAS A PIECE OF
     TRASH THAT NO ONE READS :')
End Notes
     Aye, check out my (best) book called This Means War. It's a Destiel
     vs. Sastiel story, where Dean and Sam are from the CIA and both fall
     in love with Castiel. They fight for him. (The summary is better on
     there, I swear).
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