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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
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  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Castiel_&_Dean_Winchester, Castiel/Lucifer_
      (Supernatural)
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel, Castiel_(Supernatural), Michael_(Supernatural),
      Gabriel_(Supernatural), Lucifer_(Supernatural), Lucifer
  Additional Tags:
      Omega_Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_Dean, Alpha_Lucifer, Omega
      Castiel, Beta_Michael, Beta_Gabriel_(Supernatural), Smut, Rape/Non-con
      Elements, Rape, Rape_Aftermath, Underage_Rape/Non-con, Forced_Bonding,
      Forced_Relationship, Angel_Wings, Angels, Fallen_Angels, Mpreg, Underage
      Sex, Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_Supernatural_(TV)_Fusion,
      Supernatural_-_Freeform, Domestic, Domestic_Violence, Implied/Referenced
      Domestic_Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt_Castiel, Hurt_Dean_Winchester
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      Published: 2018-03-05 Words: 3406
****** The Academy ******
by Beebum01
Summary
     Dean's been given a special task as an Alpha by heaven, but isn't too
     fond of it and has already managed to make a mistake.
Notes
     Found this little story on my computer and decided to shed some light
     on it.
     Not sure if I'm going to continue it - but who knows?
     Comments are appreciated, but please be nice.~ :)
He stood before the court irate with his head down, waiting for the ruling. The
court’s panel comprised of thirteen elite Archangels, four human officials and
two demon heads on a raised bench in a half circle; it felt like they were
closing in on him and in an awful way, they were. Never fall in love with one
of the Omegas. To do so, was considered one of the worst offenses an alpha
could make in the cross-race of earth’s, hell’s and Heaven’s alliance with the
Academy, for the academy stood as a neutral point to all races in the name of
scientific creation and research. 
Easier said than done. He couldn't help it – this one was different from the
others. 
To put it simply, Dean didn't care for the job that his own race had given him
and fought it with everything he had in any way he could. In his personal life,
he’d never done anything particularly ‘great’, just being a local mechanic and
all to help support his brother while his dad was out on the road; but there
were only so many times ‘no’ could be given before he finally gave in -
especially with those ass holes threatening to pull the scholarship to Stanford
Sammy had earned on his own merits. There really was no telling what kind of
lows the government would stoop to, to get what they wanted.
The biggest reason he had been against joining the program setup by ‘Heaven’
(or what Dean considered to be more of a ‘Hell’ in disguise), not only did he
not understand how his qualifications as a lowly gutter alpha could ever meet
the standard, knowing there were definitely an abundance of more successful
providers in the world, but more importantly – because so many twisted things
had been done to the innocent in the name of their ‘heavenly science’ for
warring purposes. Dean didn’t want any part of it and would rather have been
left alone to do as he pleased in the best way he saw fit – in his own ‘off the
radar’ alpha way.
Unfortunately, as the lucky counterparts to alphas in the establishment - most
omegas just accepted what was done to them at the Academy and mothered as many
children from their designated alpha as they were supposed to. The omegas the
facility hosted were exclusively Angels and as their species were already
inclined to following orders, being an omega almost made them like robots –
programmed to do whatever the Academy wanted. They weren’t allowed any luxuries
of choice ranging from what they ate, to where they slept to the clothes they
put on their backs. Few had ever stood up for themselves not really equipped
emotionally as well as physically to deal with the consequences; but Castiel
was different.
The fact that omegas weren’t allowed to choose their partners infuriated the
angel pup, and he never shied away from being open about his opposition. He
didn’t think their matches should be based on scientists who ‘think’ they know
best (although he was thankful for Dean). He was also very inquisitive about
his existence and tended to stick out due to his inability to keep his
questions to himself. His appearance also didn't help, being his genetically
engineered angelic genes made him just about perfect. His chocolate brown
curls, falling just above his brow, with his silver-blue, almond eyes gazing
out from beneath its shade. It worked well in contrast to his lighter olive
tone complexion. His body that of a male just before puberty, lean, but still
very soft; and only 5'7 (the androgyny typical for a male omega). He was one of
the most beautiful flowers amongst the Academy.
However, despite the small genetically engineered breed of Omegas kept there,
all varying in appearance per choice of the Academy as well as personality,
they all had one thing in common, being able to give birth. But, it had been
particularly difficult to find perfect alpha specimens of other races, so they
usually assigned one ‘qualified’ alpha to three maybe seven secondaries based
on genetic compatibility.
Initially, when the Academy started, they alternated the pairings to try and
get as much diversity in the gene pool for their biological experiments, but
what wasn't anticipated, were the secondaries had a very monogamist demeanor.
In the beginning, splitting the pairs up seemed like a fortuitous idea, but the
omegas became sick, depressed and most of them suicidal, so they knew it was a
lifetime match when they gave them to their alphas.
 
"Dean, you have clearly violated the laws of the academy by displaying
favoritism, and as you are more than aware – such a bold mistake equates a
punishment equal to its offense." The angel speaking in Enochian was the head
of the order and one of the founders for the academy and all its genetic
research. His vessel was a fairly stern looking man that had clearly been in
charge for a while and had fathered a few pups from a personal secondary that
he had created for his own personal benefits. The only reason he wasn't
punished, was because he wasn't an Alpha (a Beta), therefore the rules need not
apply. 
Dean tightened his fists, naturally defiant towards another power that Alphas
tended to have when there was conflict. He was very masculine with his chiseled
physical proportions; forest green eyes and ashy brown hair. He was a newer
Alpha to the heavens and had three omegas assigned to him right from the
nursery. The Omegas were all sixteen at their assignments, based on accordance
with their tri-monthly ‘heats’. 
"Castiel has not earned such special treatment." As he spoke, the beautiful
pliant omega was brought in before the court, two soldier angels at his sides.
Dean heard his slippers patting on the white marbled floor, the sweet familiar
peach smell of his mate filling his nostrils. Immediately, he looked over at
him concerned at what was about to happen. 
 
The moment his sweet alpha came into view, Castiel couldn’t help but tear
himself from his escorts to run into his arms. There wasn’t anything the small
omega could really do and so the guardsmen did little to prevent it.
The Alpha looked over one of the most amazing creatures he’d ever known and was
sad to find that they made his mate wear binds on his wings to prevent
mobility. Dean knew that it was probably because they were already aware of
Castiel’s habit of flying off when he was upset; another reason to put him down
for his ‘unnatural’ behavior as an omega. It was rough, but a no-brainer that
something bad was about to happen.
 
"I will accept the punishment." Dean conceded (most alphas in the Academy were
taught Enochian no matter their race), knowing that he could take whatever they
dished out as a physical torture, preferring that they spare his partner. He
was perturbed as he looked at the older angel on his pedestal; the asshole he
openly hated. The court murmured around the couple, to which Dean could tell
were narrowing in on the angel he desired the most. The room grew quiet after
the deliberation, then the cold seraph smirked sending chills up both Dean and
Castiel's spine. He cleared his throat before speaking.
"The first pup Castiel bears will be of another alpha’s seed." Dean's brow
knitted in an expression of fury, nostrils flaring. What was this old goat
saying? “So that you will always have to share him and will be made example of
to any other alpha that’s feeling a little audacious.”
"No, punish me! Leave Cas out of this. It was my fault!" The young alpha plead
as the pup beside him covered his mouth, tears brimming his beautiful eyes. The
court was being shushed by one another as that son-of-a-bitch Michael stood up
and enunciated each word he said with a pointed finger.
"This. Is. Your punishment. And every night that they consummate your penance,
you will be watching through the overseers, so that you will truly understand
that he is not yours, but that of the Academy's holdings." Castiel held tight
to his Alpha’s arm and interlaced his thin fingers from behind. Dean looked
helplessly at him and couldn't bear the thought of someone else touching his
mate without understanding him first. Dean leaned down and spoke softly in to
Cas’s ear.
"I'm so-so sorry, Cas. I didn't mean to hurt you." He had to be quick as he
held his mate close. "Please, when that other bastard holds you... P-please try
to think of me instead?" They had only spent a few months in captivity
together, but there was an unexpected connection no one had anticipated. The
small angelic omega couldn't stop the tears spilling over as he looked into his
lover's troubled eyes and nodded.
"T-this is not only your fault Dean... because I-I love you also..." Castiel
spoke gently as he stood on his toes to press a small kiss on his alpha. There
wasn’t enough time for Dean to savor the silkiness of his lover’s lips – just
then, Lucifer walked in. 
He was a well-seasoned ‘demon alpha’, best known for being merciless towards
his Omegas. He tended to make them bleed, left bruises and visible wounds on
his own assigned mates. All of which the heads of the Academy didn’t deem as an
issue, because it didn’t affect the quality of offspring that was produced.
"Not him, please?!" Dean looked at the panel of judges. "Cas doesn't deserve
that!"
"On the contrary,” Michael decreed without any remorse in his tone, “Castiel
needs to learn his place as well, and Lucifer will show him." Lucifer was a
stern and a conniving alpha. His appearance was also chiseled, but with a dead
glint to his gray gaze, adding to his rugged appearance, with a far worse
reputation for finding comfort in other's pain. "Lucifer, Castiel’s first pup
will be part of your brood. See to that immediately." The cruel Alpha nodded
with a raised brow and dubious curl to his smile.
The two angel guards were suddenly at Castiel’s sides again and then took the
helpless Omega by the hand away from the comforting scent that Dean had forced
himself to emit (for his mate’s sake) and lead him out of the room. Tears
streaming down Cas’s cheeks as he looked back over his shoulder at Dean one
last time.
It was hard watching as his lover was taken away from him, a garrison of
soldier angels lining the room to make sure everyone toed the line; all Dean
could do was hope for the day he could get back at each asshole involved, and
to dismantle this fucked up program that heaven had engineered in creating
hybrid angel soldiers.
 
                                      ***
 
Castiel had been cleaned and prepared, then sat in his new temporary alpha's
mating chambers. He wasn't a virgin any longer, but Dean was always gentle with
him, and never forced him to have sex if he didn’t want to. They would mostly
joke around for large portions of the time and took it slow. But he knew this
would be different. He was dressed in a single white gown, designated strictly
for the mating ritual, and the dread was eating away at him in knowing that it
would not be his Dean walking through the door.
The chamber was also fashioned differently then what he’d grown accustomed to.
The Alpha’s were usually able to take full control in creating the artificial
environments that reflected them, in which to surround their Omegas. Dean’s was
light and had drapes and pillows everywhere, with a large bed centered in the
middle with Metallica and Aerosmith posters he liked to boast about on the
walls. It was where they slept most nights with the smell of cinnamon and amber
clinging to the navy blue sheets.
Lucifer's on the other hand was dark. Most of the drapes were a deep muted
blue, there were dark cherry woods for all the furniture and the only pure
light came from a floor to ceiling window, contrast against the darkness; It
felt cold.
The staunch alpha walked in and found the sweet omega pup sitting on the edge
of the bed, looking so small and feeble in comparison to how massive it was. As
he slowly approached, Castiel kept his head down, just like the Omega’s
finishing school in the nursery had taught them to do when they first met their
alpha's, he’d also done it for Dean.
 
"So, what have you done to deserve such a punishment as being shared?" Lucifer
stood by one of the four posts of the bed closest to Cas, reveling in the pup’s
fear. "What would equate such a reaction from the court?" The Alpha stood
looming before the angel.
"... I-I fell in love... with m-my Alpha." Castiel spoke softly with a hitch in
his voice before he started tearing up; because he knew after this night,
things would never be the same. He also was more than aware that Dean was being
forced to watch this.
"It's actually quite natural for a secondary to fall in love, because that's
the only partner you've ever known..." Lucifer smirked again as he approached
the pup then tilted Castiel’s head upward to look at him, “-what did he do?”
The lithe omega’s silver blue eyes in the dim light looked almost transparent.
His thick lips trembling. "Did he... fall in love with you?" Tears started
silently cascading down the pup’s cheeks once more. It was like a flood gate
had opened. Lucifer examined the way the pup licked his chapped lips nervously
and started to understand. "Well you'll always be half mine, so you must accept
that it will never be ‘just’ the two of you again." Castiel's eyes went wide in
contempt as he jerked his face away from Lucifer’s hand at the gut-wrenching
statement.
 
Unfortunately, it struck a nerve with Lucifer. None of his secondaries had ever
gathered the nerve to display such an attitude – and gotten away with it.
Within moments, he forced Castiel up and onto the bed. It was a struggle, as
the omega strained against him, but was obviously no match for his new
aggressor's strength. The alpha easily pinned him to the bed with his arms
above his head, the young angel’s wings were still bound, and it hurt as
Lucifer used his weight to keep the pup in place with them pressing into his
back. Then the alpha hoisted the gown up and yanked off the procured white
underwear all omegas wore their first night; exposing all of an omega’s most
private and treasured places.
It made the alpha almost feral with lust watching the angel pale with
mortification. He hadn’t had a new omega in a few years and so getting to have
another alpha’s mate was a real treat. Lucifer fervently undid his pants and
pulled out his own throbbing member. 
In that moment, Castiel froze in its presence at the mere size, and held his
breath as the cruel alpha began forcing himself in between the omega’s legs.
There was no preparation before he aligned himself with Castiel’s entrance,
commenced spearing him open and then roughly bottomed out while watching terror
fill the mild-mannered angel’s lovely eyes as the lithe hands clung to his
shirt.
It hurt so bad, Cas began sobbing as his assailant started to move despite it
still being dry. The tormentor hadn’t even given his new mate a chance to
produce slick or adjust to the large alpha cock that the dominants were so
famous for. He had never been treated so violently in all his young life, but
that was how Lucifer liked his secondaries, ‘innocent’ so he could mold them
and beat down their wills into utter submission.
"This is your first time being held by another alpha – I will make sure that
you never forget it. Your body will always remember me." Lucifer started
kissing his neck where Dean had lay claim and fondling the young Angel’s chest,
making sure to leave marks on every last inch of his new addition’s body. Each
one so close to a bite that Castiel was choking on his own sobs by the end,
with a lingering burn in each spot.
He then flipped the omega over onto his knees and before entering again, made
sure to leave more marks all over his once silky unmarred back and behind. It
was a declaration of possession that could not be denied. He then realigned
himself with the pup’s entrance and thrust into him punishingly, without
warning; and all Cas could do was bury his face in the sheets as he tried to
muffle his cries for Dean. The night was long, and he was terrified to fight
back. All he wanted to do was disappear - he’d luckily passed out before he
could feel that demon’s knot and couldn’t have been more thankful.
*
By morning, he couldn't even sit up. He saw the nurses and human maids entering
and was shocked when he looked down and caught sight of himself. There were
large blood spots on the gown between his legs and beneath him on the bed,
mixed with other fluids. He started crying with a whine once more as he tried
to push down the awful and very recent memories of the night before. 
"Please... l-let me see my Dean?" The nurses lifted him carefully through his
crying in Enochian for his mate to a bath, before removing the blood-stained
sheets. The maids seemed to be used to what they were doing, as each action was
swift and without thought.
He clung to one of the male nurse’s arms as he tried to adjust. It burned as
the water invaded every wound that was given to him as a souvenir after his
first night with the estranged violent Alpha.
"You can't see your Dean right now,” one of the sweet maids tried to console
him, “it will be a few months. But in the meantime, you can meet your kin
Omegas if you’d like." Castiel didn't care to meet them, he knew who they were.
He knew that because of their tenure, and most of their offspring were
exceptional, they were a particular stead that thought they were better than
the others. It was common for Lucifer’s household in the hall to only mingle
exclusively with one another.
“I d-don’t want to meet them... I-I just w-want...” Castiel had just about come
to, when he started panicking, his breath hitched as he tried to finish his
sentence “-please let me s-see Dean?” He was sobbing on the male nurse’s arm as
he could feel the warmth through skin on skin contact with the large hand
rubbing his back. “I just w-want my Dean...”
It wasn’t uncommon (especially in Lucifer’s quarters), for the new omega Angels
to cry and for there to be signs of struggle after the first couple nights, but
Cas was breaking their hearts. He’d created quite a reputation for himself in
being a proactively kind intellectual that was known for his tooth achingly
sweet and playful demure despite his more liberal views on omegas. The trial of
the century had been brief, but it did travel far and there was no worse
punishment then giving an omega away to another alpha - even for temporary
circumstances. 
“Not now, but the separation won’t be forever.” The nurse consoled him in the
Angel’s mother tongue. Most of the staff could understand Enochian, but only
the Angels (aside from select alphas) could speak it and the nurse was another
Beta Angel named ‘Gabriel’.
Castiel whimpered into his arm as the kind nurse released the pup’s wings and
they were allowed to distend. Nervously, after stretching them to their full 6-
foot length, the pup quickly tried to close them around himself, but the nurse
seemed to be well-versed in commands and stopped him from doing so. 
It was a stress-coping mechanism that the nurse was familiar with. He crooned
to the pup as the tears flowed freely and he could see the mistreatment was
grating on the young Angel’s grace. “It’s okay to cry…” he held the small frame
and rocked him a little, while the omega clung to him, only wishing there was
more he could do for his kin in such a twisted situation.
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