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      Samandriel_(Supernatural), Naomi, Jo, Ellen, John_Winchester, Mary
      Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Bobby_Singer, Anna, Hannah
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      Face-fucked, Violence, Age_Difference, Mother_Dean, father_cas, Kid_Fic,
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      both_don't_want_to_have_sex_with_each_other, Alpha_Sam, Alpha_Michael,
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      Published: 2018-01-14 Updated: 2018-03-22 Chapters: 4/? Words: 27092
****** The Red Blooded Prince ******
by SlayerFromAnotherDimension
Summary
     The Red and the White bloods had almost a decade long war resulting
     in a marriage between the two, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak.
     However whilst this marriage takes place, a rebellion starts to play
     out in the White-blooded Kingdom, leaving Dean in the middle between
     two sides whilst pregnant.
***** The Marriage *****
"I'm not doing it." Dean huffed, he sat - perched- on an edge of a chair and
crossed his arms whilst turning his head and facing away from his father's
confused expression. Dean hardly ever said no and John had expected this to
have been a short meeting before he could go to bed. The Novak Kingdom were
known for their discriminative ways towards the Winchester Kingdom with just
the difference in blood. Winchester had red while the Novak had white, this
gave the Novak family special abilities and made them seem to think they were
more superior. But they weren't. They were still just people who could
die."Dean-"
"No." John raised his eyebrows, Dean was now interrupting him and not meeting
his gaze and he couldn't accept this rebellious behaviour. Before John could
speak, Dean slumped his shoulders and fell back into the chair - making his
long skirt ride up and Dean's bodyguard look away. Dean quickly sorted his
attire out before his father got really mad and sat up, he continued to glare,
however. His dress skirt was now only slightly ridden around his ankles but
Dean remained covered and his bodyguard turned her head around again. "Dad,
please. I always do what you want and-"
"And that will not stop now!" John shouted, he will admit there was no reason
to but if it was what it took to make Dean see reason then it is what he would
do. "You will stop behaving like this at once and-"
"No!" Dean shouted, "I'm tired of being your little slave and I'm not going
through with this. Have you even ever met the white Alpha? What if he's abusive
and....and a drunk?!" John clenched his fists at the description knowing fully
well that Dean was comparing John to this Alpha to show him in a bad light.
"Where's mother? I want to speak to her-"
"Your mother is ill and will not be brought into this, not that she would agree
with you, considering this was her idea." John growled, though Dean was now
standing, John could still hold his authority whilst sitting. He crossed his
leg over and linked his fingers over his lap. "I will let you get away with
this manner of speaking as it is the first you have done so, but I will not
tolerate it for long, am I understood?" Dean opened and closed his mouth
repeatedly, looking almost like a fish out of water before he nodded. 
"You will marry this Alpha and bring peace to this Kingdom because it was what
you were born to do. It is what an Omega must do." Dean sat silently, with his
head bowed, now, and John was pleased, however when Dean raised his head to
show his defiant eyes, John sighed audibly. He beckoned Dean toward him, Dean
hesitantly listened but before long, his long limbs were sat on the edge of one
of John's knees. This was a typical position for the both of them but Dean
still found it hard to sit like this now, he only did it when he wanted
something or when he didn't want to get hit for Sam or his stupid behaviour. 
"I will go through with this." Dean spoke after a while. "Not because you told
me to, not because it benefits you or mother but because it helps Sam. If the
Kingdom is stronger he will have a better future." 
"How self-sacrificing." John sneered. Dean ignored the venom behind the comment
and smiled slightly. If he was going to fully stand up against his father, now
was the time. He was getting married off anyway. 
"I suppose. Maybe you could learn something from me, father." The comment, made
Dean's bodyguard tremor and Dean couldn't tell if it was from laughter or from
fear but before long, Dean was pushed onto the floor - receiving hard kicks to
the ribs and a grab to the hair to pull him up again. Dean winced at the pain
and he looked over at his father who was sneering by his face. 
"Learn your place, whore." John spat before he shoved Dean down one more time
only to walk out of the room and leave Dean crying softly onto the wooden floor
covered with his splattered blood. 
"You shouldn't have spoken like that, young prince." Jo - his bodyguard- knelt
down, she gripped one of his arms and hauled him up to sit on a chair before
she jogged to the the other side of the meeting room to grab a cloth and water.
She used this to dab at his sore, bruised, skin and clean away the blood.
Thankfully his face wasn't too marred so Dean could hide the injures well. The
image of a Royal Family no matter how big or small was always important to
having a loyal Kingdom. 
"He's marrying me off, if there was one chance to fight back it was this. And I
still messed it up." He rubbed his face and looked at Joe with red rimmed eyes,
she was filled with sympathy for him. "I was never allowed to leave the castle
without an escort, I had extra security that made running away so much more
harder than Sam and...I'm a virgin Jo." Dean let a single tear roll down his
face and he looked down at the ground again. He didn't like showing his
emotions much but he trusted Jo. 
"He might be nice." Jo suggested, in hopes to cheer him up but when she
received no reply she sighed and knelt down beside the chair he was sitting in.
"Beating yourself up about it isn't going to change a thing. Neither is hating
your father and your mother. Get yourself ready to make a good impression. If
you make a bad one, it could affect the Kingdom."
Dean nodded at this, he looked up at Jo and offered one of his small smiles but
she shook her head. "Don't pretend to be happy. Go, bathe, change, spend
tonight with Sam. They'll be here within two days and even though you won't be
leaving straight away, who knows how long you two have to spend with each
other."
"Thanks Jo, I appreciate your help. I hope you can come with me."
"Don't worry, I will fight to." She kissed Dean's forehead and brought him into
a hug which he enjoyed, when they separated, Dean wiped away his tears and
stood up -grunting. 
"I'm going to...sort myself out. I'll see you Jo." He smiled and kissed her
cheek before running towards the door and scampering through the corridor. Jo
sat, stunned, and shook her head before standing up and cleaning her knees
off. 
 
Later on in the night when Jo went to bid Dean goodnight, she opened the door
and sniffed the scent of Omega pheromones. Dean wasn't in heat but his scent
was very strong, however this didn't mean it would fill an entire room,
unless... Jo closed her eyes as she saw the Omega lying on his bed, naked. 
"What are you doing Dean?" She asked with gritted teeth. She could hear him
smirk and she opened her eyes to glare at him. "Get dressed." She turned to
make sure the door was shut, god knows what would happen if someone was to walk
in. Dean chuckled at her reaction but kept lying down on the bed, making no
move to cover himself up. 
"But I have an idea." Dean whined, he rolled around so that his ass was facing
her and gave it a little wiggle. "We should have sex."
"What?" Jo yelped, surprised at the demand. Yes, Dean flirted a lot but it had
never gotten this far. "Dean, no."
"But why not, I don't want to have an inferior quality about me before entering
a loveless marriage and virginity is one of them. Also I'm sure they wouldn't
mind-"
"Actually, this wedding was arranged before you were born and virginity was one
of the virtues you needed to, uh, have." Dean huffed, he remained in the
position for longer but when Jo didn't elaborate, he sighed and sat up a
little. Jo noticed his change in attitude and decided to continue the
conversation, so that Dean wouldn't kick her out straight away. "Why me,
anyway?"
"Who else?" Dean got up from the bed and reached for a nightdress to pull over
his body. He glanced over at Jo and smiled, noticing her small sag of shoulders
after hearing the off-hand comment. "Also, I trust you."
"Fair enough. Look, Dean, if the situation was different-"
"Don't need to hear it, it was a stupid idea anyway. I need to get some sleep.
Goodnight." Jo rolled her eyes but decided to leave the conversation at that
anyway, she smiled and waved at Dean which was mirrored but as soon as she
left, Dean slouched on the edge of his bed and sighed. He kicked his legs up
and curled in on himself, before blowing out the night candle and glaring at
the door Jo had shut behind her. 
 
Well, that was embarrassing. 
 
The next morning was busy, servants scampering around, cleaning everything and
making everything look as presentable as possible. Dean's maidservant dressed
him and got him ready for breakfast whilst also preparing his evening gown. The
dress was a dark green with gold patterns weaved into it and Dean had to admit
it was a nice touch. He felt the soft material and lifted it to his nose,
enjoying the fresh new scent of it. Dean's maidservant looked as appreciative
as him, usually Dean would wear only moderately priced clothing and to be
dressed in such extravagant attire was an..honour, some would say. "Guess
Father wants to impress them, huh?" He asked, she turned her head to smile at
him. Dean never really liked his maidservant, but her soft smile and non-
judgemental eyes are what kept Dean from losing all of his temper around her.
She was extremely pretty and sometimes her conversation would help Dean with
his day. However, he would rather spend time with either Jo or Sam, or both. 
"They are a powerful Kingdom." She agreed, she placed him down and powdered him
quickly before ushering him out of his room and into the dining room three
floors down, so he could make it to eat on time. After he was near the large
brown doors, she turned and walked away without a word, leaving him with Jo,
who opened the doors for him. He was glad she hadn't mentioned yesterday and
even though he understood her reasons, he was still annoyed that he would have
to give up his virginity to some stupid dull-headed Alpha. An Alpha who thought
his kind was inferior and probably Omegas too. Dean thought about how things
would change for his kingdom though, the children from the villages would no
longer have to live in fear and though the thoughts will still be there, the
Novak Kingdom would not be able to act on their prejudice. Apart from with
Dean. Who would be their little play-thing. Dean shuddered at the thought, he
knew that once he was in the Novak Kingdom, he would be alone. A young sixteen
year old, surrounded by racists who hated his blood colour and who had just
ended a war with his kind. He knew they wouldn't like an Omega being married
into their family from his bloodline and on top of that to produce children
would not be good for hem, or Dean's husband. Or even Dean's children. But baby
steps are what mattered, he guessed. 
Dean sat still on the table and ignored Sam, who seemed upset from the visit he
didn't receive from his older brother. Mary reached over to grab his hand,
comfortingly, but Dean pulled his arm away. Instead, Mary sighed and crossed
her arms over to give him a pointed look. "This is why we didn't tell you till
now, the marriage had been planned - yes, we didn't know if it would go through
because of the war but we didn't tell you because you would act like this. Like
a small spoilt child."
Dean didn't say anything. He reached for a piece of meat to engulf and drank a
little water to soothe his throat as well. He could feel the tears well up
inside his eyes and he tried to blink them away but instead they fell slowly
onto his cheeks. How could she not understand why he was angry?
"Your fiancé will be here for lunch, along with two older brothers and his
mother. His father will meet you just before the wedding." 
"He's not even the next in line? My status will drop significantly." Dean
looked at his mother, to the right of him and then to his father, on the left.
Both sat on opposite ends of the table with Sam opposite Dean. Their typical
seating arrangement. 
"They didn't think you...important enough to be the next Queen." John put his
hand up to halt the conversation. "And we can do nothing but accept. Now, eat."
Dean grit his teeth but nodded because he was hungry and shoved another piece
of bread down his throat, ignoring how tough it was and chewing loudly. He
caught Sam's small smile at his eating habits and kicked him gently under the
table. At least Sam wasn't too angry with him, he couldn't be bothered to fix
that as well as prepare for his fiancé's arrival. 
After Breakfast, Dean followed Sam to the gardens, where they both sat by their
favourite hiding spot. It was a smooth wall surrounded by huge green hedges,
cut so that the boys would be hidden from the outside world. Dean had build a
small swing to sit by the large tree that covered the earth below them with
thick roots. Sam typically wanted Dean to push him on the wing, whenever the
boys sat here. Jo let them have some privacy but stood close enough to be able
to get there if anything happened. Dean let Sam lay on his lap and he played
with his hair fondly. They were both perched on the wall, Dean with his legs
out and Sam's legs under him as he lay on his brother. Dean sniffed the air and
was happy to find that his brothers content scent filled the space around
them. 
"I'm going to miss you." Sam huffed, he looked up to see his brother. Dean
nodded slowly before looking down at Sam and smiling, Sam frowned slightly at
the response but waited to see what his brother had to say. 
"I'm not leaving yet, Sammy." Dean rubbed at Sam's cheek. "And I will visit
when I can, nearly all the time!" Dean knew he wouldn't be able to, but he
didn't want his brother to be feeling as down as he was about having to leave. 
"Really?"
"Really." They interlocked fingers and both laughed slightly and the innocence
of the action. Sam lifted his head off of Dean's lap to feel the breeze but
leant his head on Dean's shoulder instead, still watching the contact. He
kicked his leg out from under the wall they were sitting on and kept swinging
both of them whilst Dean hummed a small tune. "Do you know how old the Alpha
is?" Dean asked, he had hoped his parents would have told Sam more details as
he was an Alpha. Even though Sam was younger, his secondary gender meant that
he was told more information and trusted with more duties. Dean hated it but
didn't argue too much about it, Sam enjoyed the little power he had now and
Dean had always guessed he was going to be married off anyway. He's had hoped
it would be with someone who had the same blood colour but sometimes wishing
got people no where, Dean had learnt the hard way. 
"Nope. But I don't think he's too old." Sam said confidently. "He's the
youngest Alpha brother, and the other two aren't that old, I saw them once at a
meeting..." Sam trailed off, even though Dean didn't argue about the difference
in power despite age, Sam didn't like to shove it in his face. "They have three
younger Omega siblings. So you won't be the only Omega." Dean smiled at Sam. 
"That's not always a good thing. Sometimes they get jealous that their brother
is spending time with other people, especially if its another omega."
"That's stupid." Sam pouted. 
"That's in-laws for you, their the frickin' devil incarnate." Dean flicked his
forehead. Sam chuckled at this, it was a thing their dad said a lot when Mary's
mother came to visit. Dean thought about how he would feel if Sam got married,
he'd probably feel a little jealous about Sam spending more time with someone
else but would like to think he'd get over it. 
"You're going to be a mum soon." Dean wrinkled his nose at the comment but Sam
laughed. "That's weird."
"It is. You're way too immature to be an uncle." Dean flicked Sam's head again
and Sam pushed his finger away with a small scowl, clearly not happy with the
comment. "Aha, calm down Sammy, I'm joking."
Jo peaked her head into the hedge-hidden area and smiled at them softly. She
always like the playful banter the boys had and she used Sam as a way to talk
to Dean sometimes. When Jo had a small crush on Dean, around three years ago
when they were both thirteen, Sam had helped her with small tips, despite being
young himself. Sam had always been exceptionally smart. Dean as well, not that
he'd admit it.  "Your father is looking for you Dean." Dean rolled his eyes but
pushed himself off of the wall they were sitting on, helping Sam get down after
him. He kissed Sam on the forehead and then ruffled his hair to make it less
obvious that he was nervous about meeting his future husband. 
"See you at dinner, Sammy."
"No, your father wants to see you because your fiancé is nearly here. You need
to get dressed and then meet them near the castle grounds. Sam will be there
also. Sam, your servant, Marcus, will be in your room." Sam nodded before
running off, Jo took Dean's hand and kissed it. Dean allowed her to do so, this
was a common thing they did. As friends, but still affectionate. "You'll be
able to see him when you or he visits. Now, lets get you dressed. This way."
Dean smirked at Jo's comforting, she'd never been too good at it but he always
appreciated when she tried. 
Dean let Jo lead the way, even though he had memorised the route by now, having
never left the castle apart from wife his whole life, and once was because he
had to. She led him to his room where his maidservant was sitting and shut the
door, leaving herself outside. Dean's maidservant ran up to him and almost
suddenly started to undress him. She hauled his dress top over his body and
watched how he shivered at the slight change in temperature. She quickly bathed
him, oiled him and then applied powder on him with a slight dewy gloss to put
on his plump lips. She applied a dark leaf on his eye and rubbed it into his
crease to allow his green eyes to be emphasised. The powder, Dean realised,
made him look whiter. Almost as though they wanted him to seem like he could
have white blood, disgusting. The green dress was pulled on him and Dean was
left with a beautiful image to look at in the mirror. His face was made up to
look natural and his dress fit him perfectly, tight around his ass but loose
around his waist. His slender body moved within the green dress to show off the
smooth gold designs and the product was excellent. Dean admired himself in the
mirror for a while before patting at his cheeks slightly to show a little
colour, the redness he was proud of, he didn't think red blood was any kind of
weakness. 
"You look beautiful." She smiled at him. Though Dean hated it, he had to admit
she was right. 
"Thank you."
"We must be going, we shouldn't be late." She hurried him out of the door and
once more they were headed downstairs where, John, Mary and Sam were now
waiting for a carriage to be stopped. John smiled devilishly at Dean knowingly
whilst Mary and Sam's eyes widened. Sam smirked at Dean's glare towards his
reaction whilst Mary gasped lightly. 
"Oh, Dean you look wonderful." She smiled, she walked over to him but Dean
ignored her to walk over to Sam who hugged him tightly. Sam always knew when to
save him from Mary's affections and John's comments. Mary glanced over at John
who shrugged his shoulders, appearing to seem nonchalant but Dean knew he was
seething at Dean's plain disrespect towards his mother. John nodded over to
where the carriage had finally been stopped and the family all turned to look
at what was going to leave the smooth golden doors and descend down the white
steps. An elderly woman stepped out, a red dress probably as expensive as Mary
and Dean's gown's put together was surrounding her body and a dark red
strawberry had been smashed upon her thin lips to make them look red and raw.
Dean didn't see the appeal but it was clearly a fashion in the White Kingdom
and so he'd have to get used to it. Two tall Alphas walked out from behind her,
they eyed Dean appreciatively before looking back at a third Alpha who stepped
out. He was smaller but more handsome, with dark hair and stunning blue eyes.
He glared over at his brothers when they said something, clearly about the
Omega, but once he looked at Dean, he nodded at them. Dean shifted
uncomfortably at the attention and he could see his mother look at him from the
corner of his eye but he refused to look back at her. Not giving her the
satisfaction. The man must have been around twenty years old. Not a big age
gap, considering other couples. 
The old woman walked towards John Winchester. She didn't take his offered hand
and instead pointed back to her children. "Michael, 28, Lucifer, 27 and
Castiel, 25. I am, Naomi Novak from the White Novak Kingdom. We have finally
met, John Winchester." 
John gave her a tight-lipped smile and then turned to look at Mary. As an Omega
introduced the Novak family it was clear the Winchesters had to do the same,
Mary was used to doing so and so she took the lead easily. She stepped forwards
slowly and introduced her husband, Sam and Dean and then herself. She noticed
Lucifer's lingering gaze on Sam and so she smiled at him. "He's an Alpha."
Lucifer merely nodded and stepped back, ignoring Naomi's glare towards him.
Lucifer could still appreciate attractiveness no matter the gender or race.
"What is it you'd like to do with the...couple Naomi? Of course, it is your
choice." Mary stayed respectful and waited for Naomi reply but before she
could, Castiel stepped forward, surprising both Lucifer and Michael. Even Naomi
took a step back and narrowed her eyes at her son but was pleased at his
abruptness. 
"There is no need to do anything, we will talk over dinner. May we be shown our
rooms? The journey was tiring and we'd need to rest up before discussions."
Mary blinked in surprise and side eyed Dean who was glaring at the ground. The
Alpha was rude and was treating them like they had no reason to be spoken to
with respect. Not only that, but he had openly refused to spend time with Dean,
proving that he did not have the luxury of caring about this marriage. 
"If you are sure. Jo, will show you your rooms. Dean, with me." Dean followed
his mother begrudgingly but not before he squeezed Sam's hand tightly and
watched him follow their father to his room. Mary and Dean walked in silence up
the stairs to Dean's room, the walk was long but Dean was thankful that the
castle was small and therefore not as long as it could have been. Dean opened
the door and ran in, sitting down quickly and muttering to himself. "He was
rude, Dean. There is no doubt about that. But you were perf-"
"Get out." Dean said, he glared at her. He didn't even want to look at her
right now, rage was pouring out of him and his face was slowly turning more and
more red. "Please, just get out."
"No." Mary walked towards Dean and ignored his vicious snarl, she sat beside
him and growled at him until he lowered his gaze. Though Dean acted out like
his father he was submissive at heart, always wanting to please other people.
"I need to talk to you. I'd hoped he'd have been at least...civil. But it is
clear he doesn't like our kind. He will probably be, rough, your first time."
Dean gagged slightly at the idea of having this talk. "Hopefully he won't be a
sadist and want to see any red blood and luckily, he doesn't seem like that.
But he does seem like a business man and that means that he will go through
with the idea of you being pregnant within the first year. He will not care
about your pleasure and he will only care about his enough to consummate. You
need to be aware of this. This is your life now, Dean. For the sake of the
Kingdom."
"You think I hadn't guessed this already?"
"I'm-I'm sorry Dean. I wish there was another way." Mary clasped her hands
together, not knowing what to do with herself. Usually Dean would seek comfort
from her but it is obvious that he found out this was her idea all along and
she could do nothing but receive hate from her eldest. 
"I don't care what you wish. I don't want to talk, I just want to sleep."
"Well you can't, you're ready now and it would be a waste of time to get ready
all over again in time for dinner. I will keep you company until then." 
"Fine." Dean pushed his body back until his back was plush against some
pillows. Mary joined him and smiled at him when he huffed to himself. He was
still young and had time to learn about his responsibilities. "Was this what it
was like when you married Father?" The question was innocent enough but Mary
had to hesitate before answering. She married John out of love and her son is
now entering a loveless marriage because of her, she'd have to tread carefully.
"Honestly, no. I married him because I wanted to. I would want you to have that
luxury as well, but...well, we can't all have what we want." Dean didn't seem
it fair that he'd have to be stuck with the horrible life but he decided
against mentioning that. Instead he asked a question he'd been thinking about
for years. 
"Why would you want to marry him?" Dean whispered, he knew Mary didn't know
about the abuse John reigned down on Dean but he would have hoped that she
would notice that their relationship wasn't a good or healthy one. 
"He's a good father Dean, you have no idea." Dean left it at that. He was too
tired and upset to have another argument with his mother about John. "It's
strange to think that I could be a grandma soon." Dean shuddered. Why was
everyone bringing up the fact that Dean could be a mother in a couple months
time, he was trying to avoid the topic himself and he'd rather other people
didn't keep mentioning it. 
"Hopefully not too soon."
Mary chuckled. "You might not be hoping for that. A child keeps you company." 
"Not a husband?"
"Well, a child is part of you." Mary leant against Dean's shoulder but let him
push her off and cross his arms. She sighed but leant away from him on one of
the pillows against her back. She smiled at his small pout. She knew they'd end
up cuddled by the end of the wait anyway and she could wait to comfort him with
her soothing scent and to smell exactly what emotions he was feeling.
They sat in silence for the rest of the time, Dean thinking about what his new
life would be and Mary thinking about how her eldest child would no longer be
with her but in a foreign Kingdom, full of people that would hate him. She had
failed as a mother. She began to inch towards Dean and he let her, wanting just
the scent of his mother. They revelled in each other's sadness and Dean willed
himself not to cry.
A knock on the door shook them both slightly and Jo walked in to see Mary and
Dean sitting closely, Mary with one arm around her son and Dean's head
bowed. They must've talked things through. "Dinner is expected soon and the
King would like to see you both there early." Mary nodded at Jo, and lifted
Dean up with her so that they would both leave the room. 
"Thank you, Jo." Mary walked ahead of Dean, knowing that the two would want to
talk before dinner happens. Mary shook her head slightly. If Dean wasn't
promised to another, she would have wanted him to marry Jo. Probably would have
pushed for it. Jo would have made a wonderful King and consort to Dean, with
beautiful children made and out of love. 
"Dean, I know I shouldn't tell you this now but I don't know when else is a
good time to say but-"
"You can't come with me?" Dean had already guessed what she was going to say,
her stuttering and upset face had given it away and Dean couldn't feel as
though this day could have gotten worse.
"No. The Queen from the Novak family will not allow it. I-I am so sorry Dean."
Dean leant against the doorframe and smiled softly at Jo. "It's not your fault.
I'll visit this Kingdom anyway. It's fine. Trust me, it could be worse."
"But-"
"We should go, I can't be late." Jo shut her mouth and nodded, she let Dean
link arms with her and the two of them made it down to the dining room where
Dean sat in his usual space. Next to him would be Castiel, and next to him
would be Naomi. Opposite would be Michael, Sam and Lucifer. John and Mary in
their typical seats. The doors opened and the Novak family poured in and sat
where they would be sitting. At least this was done respectfully. Castiel
refused to look at Dean and instead talked with Michael. Lucifer sat down
eagerly and Sat hesitantly next to him. Michael walked with Castiel to his
seat, patted his back and then walked around to sit on his seat. Dean already
hated that brother, knowing he was spilling all sorts of prejudice ideas into
his younger brothers head but he hated Castiel more for believing in them. John
arrived with Naomi after, and they both sat down. John beckoned for the cook to
come with the starters and he smiled over at Dean who looked away, towards Sam.
 John sighed half-heartedly and decided to drink a large glass of wine, gulping
down the contents quickly.
Bread and cheese were brought in on huge silver platters and Dean licked his
lips hungrily as one was placed in front of him. He grabbed two pieces of bread
and scoffed them in his mouth.
"An Omega shouldn't eat that much unless he or she is pregnant." Castiel spoke,
his deep voice sounding like he was reading from a rulebook and Dean resisted
the urge to roll his eyes. Instead he ate what was in his mouth and ignored the
Alpha. Finding the confused expression from the corner of his eye amusing. The
Alpha obviously wasn't expecting someone to ignore him and was used to getting
responses quick. Dean didn't care. "Is the Omega fertile?"
Dean coughed slightly at the question and looked at Castiel, who was now
looking intently at John. John sighed and rubbed his eyes before nodding. "He
is, otherwise the marriage would not go through, I know." Dean processed this
but decided to do nothing with the information. He had to do this for his
Kingdom anyway. "His name is Dean." He added. 
"I don't care what his name is. I just care what he can birth." Castiel
remarked, John narrowed his eyes slightly and Dean opened his mouth, but a kick
from Mary signalled for him to shut up. Dean didn't care. 
"Would you like some more food? Alpha's are meant to eat more food than Omegas
with all the training they do. And, I know that you are the less important
brother but your training must still be hard." Castiel scoffed while Sam
laughed slightly into his hand. Lucifer seemed to join in and Castiel seemed to
get more angry with his brother mocking him, he turned his head around but
jumped at the same time as Dean when Naomi slammed her hand down on the table.
Dean turned to look at her but from that position he could see John's
disproving glance so he gazed back down again.
"You will learn your place, insolent slut. If not, war will ruin your Kingdom
and it will be on your head." The threat was extreme but Dean knew she meant
well on her word, he nodded and kept his gaze down, losing his appetite
immediately.
Dinner after that was done in silence. Castiel asking some abrupt and crude
questions, and Mary and John answering with clipped answers was how well the
dinner conversation went. Lucifer and Michael seemed intent with asking Sam
some small questions about how he is finding his King training and seemed
genuinely interested with his answers. Naomi sat in silence as well as Mary for
the most of it. At the end of it, Castiel announced that he would escort Dean
to his room. Dean stood up quietly and walked outside quickly so he could wait
for Castiel to follow him. He was nervous and he didn't want to Alpha to know.
Castiel strolled out slowly and walked beside Dean, following him as he clearly
knew the castle well. 
"The Novak Palace is bigger." Dean rolled his eyes at the comment. "The
children will have more things to do." Dean grimaced at the thought of having
children with this man. He'd admit the man was handsome but there was nine
years between them and he couldn't hold a conversation to save his life. Not to
mention the man was rude and selfish with only children in mind for peace and
he had the worst family Dean had ever encountered. 
"You had a fun childhood?" Castiel didn't answer but his silence was enough for
Dean. Dean hummed, "sometimes less is more."
"Why are you intent on being rude to me? Do you wish for your Kingdom to
suffer?" Castiel growled. 
"You are being rude, not me. I am merely replying to your...comments, with
equal amount of rudeness." Castiel narrowed his eyes at this and then pushed
Dean against a wall roughly. "What-"
"I will not be spoken to in this way. You are nothing, just a weak, red-blooded
human with nothing and nobody in his life." Castiel wedged a knee between
Dean's thighs and lifted his knee up until it reached his crotch, Dean whined
at the contact and tried to push Castiel off, but the White-blooded Prince was
too strong. "All I am doing this for is to make you with-child and then to
raise my children to achieve peace for my people. You are doing this so that
your kind still lives by the end of the day. Do not think for one second that I
owe you anything." Dean didn't know what else to do but nod and so he nodded
frantically, he didn't want Sam to see this so he wanted Castiel to get off of
him as soon as possible. Castiel seemed to smell the fear wafting from Dean and
he stepped back, watching Dean fall to the ground. Dean glared up at Castiel,
who merely looked at him before stalking off. 
When Castiel reached his room, he removed his pants and smelt the wet stain on
the knee area, the scent intoxicating. He growled lowly but stopped himself
once he realised what he was doing, ashamed of his reaction he threw the
trousers away and went to the washing bowl. He rubbed at his face vigorously
before heading to bed. He closed his eyes and tried his best not to think about
the Omega but he failed. He had to admit Dean was pretty but the act that a red
blooded human would be the mother to his children and labelled his wife
disgusted Castiel to no ends, and for them to be rude on top of that just made
him hate them even more. 
Dean picked himself up from the floor and managed to make it to his room before
anyone saw him, he cleaned himself off after shooing his maid servant away and
went to bed shortly after, crying himself to sleep. 
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Two weeks later:
 
The wedding was small, official. Dean wore an expensive white gown that covered
his entire body apart from his small breasts (Male Omegas only had small ones)
which were kept for show. His face was powdered lightly but Naomi insisted that
a strawberry be smashed upon his lips. It looked better on him. And the normal
dark leaf was rubbed into his eyes to make the green shine. Dean was carried,
after the vows, by Castiel to their carriage which would lead them to his new
home. Their goodbyes were done before and Dean watched as Sam tried his best to
hide away his tears. Mary waved Dean off whilst John merely watched his eldest
be taken away by White bloods. Dean waved to Sam before allowing Castiel to
throw him in the back of the carriage and shut the door behind them. They
hadn't spoken one on one since the incident after their first dinner and that
left Dean with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach as Castiel leant
forward. Dean turned his head away as Castiel scented him, Dean's legs and
dress tail resting on Castiel's lap as he trailed a finger down the stockings
and against Dean's slit, ignoring his dick. Castiel breached Dean with his
finger and nibbled slightly at Dean's neck and he held down at the tops of
Dean's thighs with his huge hand to make sure Dean didn't kick out. 
"Please, don't, not here. I-I don't want my first time to be like this."
Castiel halted and lifted his head up, he pulled his finger harshly out and
licked it, ignoring Dean's shuddering. Dean hated how he sounded but he thought
if he begged pretty enough, Castiel would listen. Dean hadn't grown properly
yet as he was still young but he hoped he wouldn't be this small forever as he
wanted to be able to take Castiel in a fight.
"You're a virgin?" Dean tilted his head, confused. It was meant to have been
one of the arrangements. "Your family did care about their honour and
arrangements then." Dean growled lowly at finding out he didn't need to be a
virgin this entire time and that Castiel didn't actually care that much but
stopped when Castiel looked over at him. "I will wait till we are in the
palace, but you understand that I will need to impregnate you as soon as
possible and mate with you today. I can't do much about that." Dean frowned at
Castiel's sudden change in behaviour. "I'm not a monster, Red-blood or not, no
one deserves to be forced. But we are both in this situation and we both have
sacrifices to make." Castiel was still holding Dean's leg, and he lifted it
slightly to kiss at his calf, he glanced down at the slit once more and
gathered some slick up to lick it off his finger once more. Dean shuddered at
the feeling. 
It was five hours of continuous driving for the couple to get to the White
Kingdom. Dean's eyes widened when he saw how big and grand the Kingdom actually
was. With tall luxurious buildings and neat and tidy parks and playgrounds.
There were small training areas and lit up taverns. A huge marketplace filled
the centre of the main town and the gates guarding the Palace were intricately
designed with smooth walls and a design of an angel with large white wings,
(their well-known badge) covered the gate. When the gates opened, Dean saw a
huge white palace with detailed columns and a large dome at the top of the
palace itself. It was split into four parts, one for the King and each Alpha
brother, the Omegas having their own floors but nothing else. An enormous
garden with varieties of flowers and plants filled the front of the place and
the carriage was moved to the back of the castle where a stable for well-kept
stallions was. Castiel noticed Dean's wide-eyes expression and chuckled at it,
Dean turned to look at him and Castiel shrugged. "I told you it was
impressive." Dean rolled his eyes and followed Castiel out of the carriage. But
instead of landing on his feet, Castiel carried him into the castle. 
"This is tradition?"
"Yes." Castiel murmured, they walked past the guards who admired Dean as they
moved and went through only three long corridors before they reached a large
purple carpet staircase. Castiel managed to carry Dean the entirety of two
large staircases and then another corridor to which they stood outside
Castiel's room. Castiel opened his door and walked towards his bed, where he
threw Dean down. Dean bounced on the bed and watched as Castiel took off his
shirt and trousers and before Dean could move away, he was dragged back by his
ankle and Castiel peeled off his white gown to show off his pale lithe body
underneath. Castiel smirked at the sight of the stockings and small panties,
barely containing Dean's small cock. Castiel knelt down and pulled the panties
off with his teeth and Dean lifted his legs to help him. He wanted this over
and done with. Castiel placed a small kiss on Dean's inner thighs and then
licked a strip of naked flesh leaving a trail of saliva on Dean's trembling
legs. He nibbled at the slit, as he sat back, and Dean closed his legs around
his head and moaned slightly. Castiel stopped and peered up at Dean. 
"I will say this once. Your pleasure does not matter to me, Dean Novak. Only
the child we will make in order to secure peace. Turn around and get into the
breeding position." Castiel ordered and Dean blinked back a few tears, he
rolled around onto all fours, knowing his mother was right about this. He hoped
it wouldn't hurt too much. Castiel wasted no time in fingering Dean, he did
however, bend down and lick at Dean's slit once more. The talented tongue
licked around before plunging deep and Dean tightened around it, moaning loudly
and rubbing his ass against Castiel's face. He couldn't help himself, he'd
never felt anything like this before. Castiel pulled away suddenly and licked
his lips, he enjoyed the taste of Dean as much as he hated to admit it but he'd
wanted this over and done with as soon as possible. He uncovered himself and
lined up against Dean's hole before fucking into it, ignoring Dean's pained
groans. Dean managed to weakly pull away but Castiel gripped his hips tight and
slammed him back into his cock, again and again until Dean felt blood trickle
down his thighs. The pain was unbearable and the Alpha behind him was releasing
a hostile scent, making it worse. Castiel groaned when Dean clenched around the
foreign object hoping to get it out of him but instead drawing it back in
further into him. 
"Please, it hurts." Castiel bent down to kiss Dean's sweaty back, not actually
caring about the pain but rather the pace. The faster he got this Omega
impregnated the faster he could get out of here and leave it alone. 
"It will be over soon. Clench more and it will be over soon." Dean did as he
was told and before long, Castiel was pounding fast in and out of Dean,
growling at Dean's soft whimpers. He came with a low growl and began rolling
his swollen knot inside Dean's non-virgin hole, enjoying the small tremors in
Dean's body and the tightness around him. He kissed Dean's lower back again.
Before long he pulled out and pushed Dean down on the bed. He got two cloths
one for himself and one to throw at Dean before he cleaned and dressed
himself. 
"I won't be sleeping in here tonight." Castiel spat, he had been horrible
before but this was a completely new side to the Alpha and Dean assumed it was
because they were not at the Winchester Kingdom anymore. 
After he was dressed he left the cold, quivering Dean to collect himself. Dean
watched a bit of cum - and blood- tickle out of his hole and he willed himself
to push it back up again, he elevated his legs and sighed slightly. If he
got pregnant quickly, he wouldn't need too many of these..
sexual encounters. Dean hugged himself and watched the rain pour out from the
window. This was his new life, in a foreign Kingdom full of racists with the
news of pregnancy being the only good thing on his mind right now.
God, he missed Sammy. 
***** A Trip into Town *****
Chapter Summary
     (Warning)
     Only slight slight slight mention of forced sexual experiences.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dean awoke to a large stream of sunshine heating up his face and he squinted at
the light filling the room, no one had shut the curtains the night before and
that led Dean to believe that no servant had checked up on him and Castiel
stayed true to his word and didn't return. Dean sighed and moved to sit up, he
had no idea what time it was and what he should be doing but thankfully he
heard shuffling outside and assumed there was a guard. Before Dean could move
himself off the bed, a sharp pain from his lower body made him groan and he
looked down to see the sheets stained red and still a little wet from the night
before, he shut his eyes in shame and remembered the experience. Castiel hasn't
even claimed him, just wanted to impregnate. Just wanted to have the
opportunity to stay away from Dean as much as possible. There was a loud knock
on the door and Dean flinched at the sound and hesitated before stating that
the person could come in. He quickly covered himself with the thin blanket and
watched as a well dressed young Omega, probably the same age as Dean, walked
in. They glanced down at Dean, who merely smiled at them and was pleased that
they smiled back. 
"My name is Samandriel." The Omega stated, they sat on a chair, opposite to
Dean and clasped their hands together neatly. "I'm sorry that I didn't come in
before, I don't really know how much Red-Blood's need to sleep. I was told you
eat a lot and so I assumed that you'd need to sleep a lot too." The Omega was
posh and hid his uncertainty well but Dean could almost feel the anxiety
radiate off of him. 
"We do eat a lot, and we sleep about eight to nine hours a day. How much do
White-Bloods sleep?"
"We only need about two to four hours, some may sleep more. The difference
isn't too large, I suppose. Castiel may have also exaggerated about the food."
Samandriel laughed at this slightly and so Deans smiled, not understanding the
humour of the situation. "Anyway, I would like to take you around today. You
should see the town and the Kingdom you will be living in." Dean's face fell.
Of course he would like to see the Kingdom but he had assumed that Castiel
would be in charge of that, and he didn't want to but couldn't help but feel
disappointed that his husband wasn't looking after him during his transition.
"You may even be able to taste the foods we offer here and see what you like or
don't like."
"Will anyone be joining us?" Dean asked, he didn't want to mention anyone
specifically. He knew Castiel wouldn't but he hoped that their mother or the
other Omega wouldn't either, just for the day to go more smoothly. Samandriel
shook his head with a small smile and Dean nodded. "I'm not surprised that you
wouldn't want them to." Samandriel chuckled and Dean relaxed, knowing that he
already liked the omega. 
"You were either hurt or upset when I came in." Samandriel stated, "which was
it?"
Dean was slightly taken aback by the small interrogation. "I-Both?" Samandriel
glanced up at Dean who decided he was going to have to talk to the Omega about
the night before. "The...consummation was a little painful but I heard that was
to be expected."
"And you were upset?" 
"Well, Castiel didn't mate with me." Dean admitted, "it didn't hurt me that
much just took me aback, that's all." He didn't want to start fight with the
Omega or his husband on their first day of married life. 
"Of course he wouldn't." Samandriel said like it was the most obvious thing in
the world. Dean felt a little hurt by the comment, knowing that Samandriel was
being racist and he looked down at his hands, nodding slowly. "You aren't in
heat. You can't mate if you aren't in heat. You must know that?" Dean blinked
in surprise, and he shook his head slowly. 
"I don't know much about the whole...mating thing. My dad kept it away from me
a lot, I didn't know why until I knew that it was because it reminded him
of..."
"This arrangement." Samandriel finished. "That is unacceptable. He still should
have let people teach you the ins and outs, well, your lucky. I can teach you
everything you need to know. Just like Anna, my sister, did for me."
"Thank you, Samandriel." Dean did really mean it as well. The cute little Omega
was proving to be a useful and good friend. "I should start to get ready for
the day out." Samandriel nodded, eager and pleased to see that Dean was coping
with the transition from red to white Kingdom well.
Dean then attempted to stand up, forgetting the pain for a moment and the fact
that there was blood. Samandriel's eyes widened as the covers fell and he saw
the pink stains across Dean's thighs before turning his head sharply and
standing up. Dean sat down again, too hard, and whined at the harsh contact but
observed Samandriel's reaction. 
"I'm sorry, my state slipped my mind." Though Red-Blood's cared about nudity
there was more rulings in the Novak Kingdom about clothing and what Omegas
should and should not wear. There were rules on Alpha's as well but the laws
were not as strict. They never were. 
"You are hurt badly." Samandriel stated after a while, he turned his head round
again and Dean could see the water filling his eyes up and he gulped. 
"That was to be expected." Dean comforted, not knowing why he cared about the
other Omega's feelings. "I just need to bathe and get ready for our day."
Samandriel narrowed his eyes slightly at the way Dean brushed the topic off but
nodded slowly, he turned to exit the room and just before he left, he signalled
for some servants to enter. Three small Omegas, one female and two male rushed
in and they ushered Dean towards a separate room with a small bath tub inside.
They filled it up with warm water and then nudged him towards the bath, he
walked slowly, his lower back still in pain but he still managed to sit down in
the bath with his back facing the servants, he didn't see their shocked faces
at the amount of blood they had seen. And at the colour of it.
Samandriel waited outside patiently for Dean to be dressed, he knew the Omega
was pretending to be very nice but he could see that Dean would be able to
adjust to this Kingdom without too much fuss. He crossed his arms and ignored
the guard's looks and when he heard footsteps he turned around to see Castiel
walking towards him. 
"Brother." Castiel merely nodded at Samandriel's greeting and he could see that
his brother was annoyed. "What happened?"
"Nothing, just breakfast with mother and an absent father again." Castiel
growled, "You weren't there." Castiel looked over at Samandriel, "instead you
are here."
"Your wife wasn't there either, instead he was here." Is all Samandriel said,
he huffed slightly and glanced at the door once more, ignoring Castiel's subtle
glare. "He was hurt."
"Expected for his first time." That was a lie and they both knew it. Samandriel
chose not to say anything as he didn't want to anger his brother with guards
watching and a chance that Dean could hear. 
"It was his first time and you left him." He said instead, this time he looked
at Castiel who was already looking at him. 
"The sight of red-blood disgusted me." Samandriel paused at this confession, he
glanced down and nodded slowly. "I forget how weak they are, I assumed he would
have healed quicker."
"The sight is strange, and he is still limping slightly." Samandriel had
observed Dean's pained walk before he had left the room, he looked back up at
Castiel who was merely staring blankly into space. 
"Why are you here, sister?" Castiel asked, Samandriel didn't like being called
sister but in public allowed Castiel to call him so as to not arouse suspicion
with the guards and palace talk. Mother would not approve. 
"I am going to be taking Dean on a walk around the palace gardens before
exploring parts of the Kingdom. Only some parts, of course." Castiel nodded at
this, he gave a small smile to Samandriel. 
"Thank you, he must see this Kingdom but I'd rather not give him the tour." 
"You know, at first I did it for you. But now I insist you come with us."
Castiel narrowed his eyes, "unless you'd want to make a fuss?"
"Why?" Castiel asked, he leant his body against the door, ignoring how the
guards shuffled away slightly so he could do so. 
"You need to accept that you are married." Samandriel said, he crossed his arms
and lifted his head so that it looked as if he was almost taller than Castiel.
"And, you hurt him. I know he's a red-blood, but he's only a year older than
me. He's trapped here, like us Castiel-"
"Don't compare him to us," Castiel growled lowly, Samandriel narrowed his eyes
at the attitude but nodded slowly. Before either of them could say anything,
the door opened and Dean stepped out. He was wearing a long, tight dress that
was a dark blue, the Novak colour. It had a smooth silver belt with silver
lining at the bottom. A small slit to show his right ankle and a lower opening
of his dress to show his chest, and shoulders. A small silver necklace, the one
he wore for his wedding day rested against his long neck and, like Naomi loved,
a strawberry had been crushed against his lips. However, it had seemed that
Dean had tried to wipe it off so a pink stain was all that was left on the
plump tissue. Castiel had to admit that Dean was beautiful but he refused to
confess his thoughts aloud, instead he stepped forward. "I'll be accompanying
you today, if you make us wait that long again, you will regret it." Dean
glared at Castiel and opened his mouth but was dragged towards Samandriel by a
smooth arm. 
"Let's go, brother." Samandriel insisted, Castiel nodded and turned on his heel
to walk the corridor, Samandriel held onto Dean tightly and made sure Dean
didn't walk until Castiel was out of hearing range. "Please do not cause a
scene in public, everything you have to say, say it in private." He whispered,
Dean seemed angry at the request but nodded slowly, understanding the reason. 
"I understand." Dean said, Samandriel nodded and the two of them began to walk
faster in order to catch up with Castiel. "How come you will be accompanying
us, Cas?" Dean asked, he smiled sweetly and Castiel realised the Omega had
waited until they were near servants to come up with a nickname. Castiel
narrowed his eyes but decided to play along, he placed an arm around Dean, too
low on Dean's body to remind him of the night before.
"You're my wife, of course I would show you around." Castiel remained looking
at Dean but from the corner of his eye saw the servants reactions, knowing they
looked like a happy couple and exactly what his mother would have wanted.
However, from Dean's small shudder and the slight fault of his smile, he knew
he still had the upper hand. 
"Are we taking a carriage, Castiel?" Samandriel asked, Castiel looked up and
nodded towards Samandriel who picked up the pace and walked in front of the
newlyweds in order to get a carriage before one of them started a public fight.
However, they both stayed silent, Castiel's hand still on Dean's lower back and
they both moved in sync towards the stables. Once Samandriel sorted out the
arrangement, he let them sit in the carriage while he sat with his friend, the
driver, and shut the divider between them. 
"Why do you hate me?" Dean asked suddenly, he glanced over to Castiel who
seemed hesitant. Surprisingly. Castiel then turned to face Dean. 
"I hate your kind." Castiel answered, he assumed that was an acceptable answer
and turned around to face the wood again. Dean clenched his fists but
remembered Samandriel's advice and knew not to make a scene. 
"Why?"
Castiel sighed, "they are weak, stupid, arrogant and self-destructive. I did
not want to marry someone from their kind and I was stuck with you, not even a
proper Omega let alone someone fit to marry a white-blood prince." Dean opened
his mouth but Castiel continued. "You wore an acceptable outfit when we first
met, but the amount of shuffling and face-making you did, ruined the image. You
are too close to an Alpha brother, making you act almost like one. You are tall
for a sixteen year old and that leads me to believe that you will grow even
taller, you eat far too much and are incredibly rude. Was than an acceptable
answer?" 
"You stupid son of a-" Castiel inched forward and pressed himself against Dean,
Dean inched back but in doing so, he lifted his legs which Castiel used to
manoeuvre Dean to sit half on him and half not. Dean glared at Castiel's action
and opened his mouth one more time but Castiel slapped his hand on top of
Dean's lips. 
"You will speak to me with respect." Castiel demanded, he leaned in to bite the
edge of Dean's ear but stopped himself halfway not knowing why he had gotten
the sudden urge. In his momments hesitation and state of confusion, his hand
slipped from Dean's mouth and Dean spat on him. 
"Or what?"
Castiel wiped off the trail of saliva and pushed Dean away from him, getting
away from his scent and stopping himself from any acts that may lead to
arousal. "You did want to visit your Kingdom, didn't you?" Dean's eyes narrowed
at the threat but the knock on the divider, made him sort out his posture and
he watched as Castiel did the same. The divider opened and Samandriel's cheery
face could be seen. 
"We are here!" Castiel glanced out the window and saw that they were near the
marketplace, he sighed and turned back to Samandriel's face, a small glare
plastered on his own. 
"Why are we in the market place."
"We are taking Dean shopping and both of you should be seen in public, Mother's
idea and my plan. Thank you, Charles." Charles, the driver smiled at the energy
Samandriel had. "Meet us in about three hours." Charles nodded and stepped off
the carriage to help Samandriel out as Castiel jumped off. Dean waited by the
carriage and Castiel held out his hand for Dean to take. Dean grabbed the hand,
a little too tightly, and jumped off the carriage, falling gracefully into
Castiel's arms.
A week before the wedding, he had practiced with his mother on how to exit a
carriage properly. Castiel caught him and let him drop to the ground slowly,
and once Dean regained his footing, he stepped back and held up his arm. Dean
took hold of it and sorted his dress out quickly and both of them then decided
to walk forward. Samandriel walked over to their side of the carriage, having
jumped off the other side and he gave a small wave to Charles who waved back
before moving the carriage towards the palace. 
Castiel's behaviour completely changed. In public, he was the typical lovely
handsome prince who the townsmen loved. He spoke, humbly, to the people and
allowed them to talk to Dean who was equally as polite, if not more. Dean spoke
to them about his own Kingdom, careful not to seem too proud and watched as
their arrogant eyes widened at the idea of the Red-Bloods not being complete
savages. A few sly comments were said but both Dean and Samandriel ignored it,
knowing it would be bad for them to speak about it. Castiel merely nodded to
the comments and dragged Dean away to some other place. They entered a small
food area and before they sat down, Castiel eyed Dean knowingly. 
Chicken steaks and cooked potatoes with little spice and herbs were given to
them and Dean took a small tentative bite. The food was bland and tasteless but
he knew he had to eat and he was already hungry. He ate a large piece of
chicken and without asking, took another and began to eat at it. He noticed the
small roll of Castiel's eyes and saw how he was only eating a small portion of
the food. Samandriel observed him quietly yet curiously, noting down how much
Dean ate and digested in a certain time amount. "Do you want anymore food?"
Samandriel asked, lifting a plate up to Dean's face but Castiel brought it down
again. 
"We should focus on buying him clothes and a few things so he could entertain
himself in the palace." Dean was taken aback by the care in Castiel's words
about how bored he would be but he soon saw the crowd of people near them and
sighed to himself. 
"Where would we get those things?" Dean asked, Samandriel sat up and smiled
brightly. 
"Follow me." Samandriel stood up and ignored Dean calling out to him, reminding
him that they should pay. Castiel huffed and stood up, he walked slowly towards
the Chef and gave the man some money, he thanked the man and then returned to
Dean to escort him out of the food court. Dean was full but unsatisfied with
the food, it was just a meal of what you needed and not what you wanted and the
flavour was bland and original. There was no distinct smell or taste to the
White Kingdom. It was just content. 
Samandriel remained ahead of them but not too far and they all walked past the
countless shops that sold different jewellery, clothes, food and carved
objects. They carried on walking until they reached the centre of the market,
Dean looked at all the large carts filled with expensive materials and
interesting artefacts. This was where the rich people bought their things, Dean
soon realised. The crowd was smaller, and the people, who seemed to still like
the two Royals, gave Dean more disapproving looks and judgmental stares. Dean
ignored them and instead leant into Castiel, who let him. Samandriel noticed
Dean's discomfort and so he made sure he seemed extra cheery, stepping next to
Dean, on the other side and holding his hand. Dean was glad that Samandriel was
here with them and glad that he had at least one thoughtful person in this
waste-hole. Dean observed a tall female Alpha, her trousers and overcoat hiding
her muscular body, she pulled her male Omega away from Dean's direction and
Dean saw the glimpse of a collar. Disgusting. There were still some Alpha's
like that in the White-Blood Kingdom, how typical. 
"We should buy clothes first." Samandriel stated, Castiel nodded and the three
of them walked towards a row of different shops. Materials of silk, velvet, and
cashmere were wrapped up neatly and beside them jewellery made of gold and
silver with smoothly cut stones sat, facing the buyers. Dean's eyes widened at
the expensive display, knowing full well that the richest people in the Red-
Blood Kingdom would only buy this on specific occasions and not on a shopping
trip. The poor wouldn't even be able to look at materials as good as this. And
here was Dean Winchester, an Omega who had done nothing to deserve this, facing
the rows of rich clothes merely because of a loveless marriage. Castiel nudged
him closer towards the shop, implying that Dean could choose whatever he
wanted. "They custom make our clothes, Dean. You can pick whatever you want."
Dean nodded slowly and didn't want to speak, knowing that the person in charge
of the stall was staring at him intently, picking something to judge. Dean
stepped forwards again and reached out to touch the fine gold silk, laying near
the front of the stall, the material felt so soft in his hands and he danced
his fingers across it, revelling in the feel of it. 
"Silk is typically used for nightclothes." The shop keeper explained slowly, he
allowed Dean to keep feeling the material. "Something your husband would enjoy.
We know he is buying it." The man chuckled at his small joke but neither
Samandriel or Dean or even Castiel found it funny. Dean assumed that Castiel
was unhappy that he was paying for the whole trip. 
"I like it." Dean stated. "I also like the blue velvet and would like two
outfits from both, similar to the one I am wearing now but both to have black
belts and lining." The shop keeper seemed taken aback by Dean's sudden
enthusiasm and he quickly lifted a parchment to write down the notes, nodding
to everything Dean was saying. "I would also like three night outfits, one from
this gold, one in the green in the far corner, and do you have a black?" 
"Black silk?" The shop keeper was confused and Dean assumed he was about to
mock so he stood up taller and defensively. 
"I assumed the White-Blood Kingdom would have had Black silk as well, I have
seen it before in the Red." Castiel seemed slightly angered by this comment and
he stepped forward. 
"We would have it in this Kingdom, the kind sir will find it for you." He knew
the anger was obvious and so he pulled Dean towards him and kissed his cheek.
"Anything for you." Dean internally screamed at the contact, hating how pretend
this was but he smiled back at Castiel. The shop-keeper seemed frightened at
having to look for black silk but he nodded slowly. "That is enough outfits?"
Dean eyed a small silver necklace, it had moonstone stones around the clasp,
only four, and a small diamond at the end of the necklace, the part that would
sit on his chest. 
"And that necklace."
"It comes with a set." The shop keeper said, Castiel dug his hand into Dean's
side, Dean playing it off with a small smile, knowing he had made Castiel spend
a lot of money. 
"Perfect, Castiel?" Dean turned to face Castiel with a small, cute frown on his
face. Castiel glanced down and then sighed. 
"We'll buy everything he had ordered, take his measurements and I'll expect
them in the next five days."
"Even the one with black silk?" The shop keeper asked, he looked at the prince
pleadingly and Samandriel took pity on him. 
"We'll give you two weeks for that, if you really need more time, send a
letter. But we do not like waiting for too long. Plus, black silk would do fine
in this shop and give you more business for sure." Castiel took this into
account. 
"You will also make Dean a black and silver outfit, with velvet. Black velvet
is not in any of this shops either, you may sell the black silk, when you find
it but not the velvet." Samandriel seemed taken aback by this as well as Dean,
Castiel had to act nice but not go over board.
When the measurements were being taken, Samandriel asked Castiel about his
request. "If mother wants to embarrass me by making me marry a Red-Blood and
parade him around the town, I'll embarrass her with him out showing her in an
outfit she can never buy or copy." Samandriel frowned at Castiel's small act of
rebellion, knowing this would affect Dean as well but from the way Dean's eyes
turned slightly hopeful when Castiel made his request, he knew he'd be making
it worse. 
"A clever act."
"Indeed." Castiel said, he watched as Dean walked towards them and with a nod
they left the clothes area, Castiel headed towards where they would meet the
carriage but Dean pulled against his arm and made sure to gain people's
attention. 
"I want some parchments and ink so I may draw when I am in the castle, after
that, I ask for no more." Castiel looked around subtly and saw the attention
they had gained from stopping abruptly in the street. Castiel grunted and
nodded and Dean smiled sweetly, he held Castiel's hand and Samandriel led the
couple to find a stall where Dean could find what they wanted. Dean found a
small stall and didn't care that they weren't in the centre. 
"May we look at this one?" The question was directed at Samandriel who nodded
eagerly. "I like the large parchment and, the green, pink, red, blue, yellow
and black ink." Castiel didn't complain as he knew this ink would be slightly
cheaper and he knew once Dean had all this he wouldn't have to buy the ink for
him in a long while. Castiel watched as the old lady packed all the things in a
small brown bag and handed them to Dean, who tried to take them from her shaky
hands. She moved her hands away from him and instead gave it over to
Samandriel, Dean ignored the blatant disrespect and instead smiled at the lady.
"What's your name?" Even though she could be rude, she couldn't ignore a
question. 
"Margaret." She stated. 
"Of course." Dean said, he didn't even know what he meant but he knew it
sounded like an insult which is exactly how Margaret took it as well. She
narrowed her eyes slightly and turned to Castiel who handed her some money. She
took it and placed it in a small tin, waving them off. Samandriel huffed about
how rude she was being and gave Dean his bag, Dean smiled at Samandriel. 
"She wasn't being rude, she was being honest. That's all we can ask for in this
Kingdom." Castiel stated, Dean glared at the bag and Samandriel noticed the
tension in the air immediately and he huffed at Castiel who ignored him. 
"She wasn't even saying anything that could have been taken as truth, she was
being rude. You need to come up with better remarks, brother." Samandriel said,
Dean chuckled at the comment and Castiel glared. 
"Be quiet." Castiel scowled but Samandriel merely smiled, knowing full well
that his brother wouldn't do anything. They walked in silence after that, and
waited only five minutes for Charles to pull up. Castiel lifted Dean into the
carriage, Dean noticed that his hand lingered on Dean's waist a bit too long.
But once they were inside the carriage, Dean was pushed to the side. Before
Castiel could come inside however, a hand tapped him on the shoulder, causing
him to turn around.
"Would you mind it, if I rode with you? I told my driver to come later than I
needed and I'd rather go home then stay here with these fawning Omegas."
Michael spoke slowly to his brother. Castiel nodded even though he knew the
carriage was only fit for two people, the reason Samandriel sat on the outside
with Charles. Dean knew this too and so didn't understand Castiel's answer.
Castiel stepped into the carriage and pulled Dean, who let him, up. He sat down
and then patted his lap. Dean flushed bright red and shook his head slowly, but
by that point Michael stepped into the carriage and had sat down. 
"Ah, bright red. Strange, what red blood can do to a person." Michael
commented, off handedly. Dean glared at him and looked back at Castiel who was
looking at him with a bored expression. "I don't understand why your wife is so
embarrassed, you tainted him yesterday did you not? Though, I did see you leave
the room, you know what consequences there are with not sleeping with him on
your wedding night?"
"We did consummate the marriage." Castiel growled, Dean smelt the anger radiate
off of the two Alphas and chose that moment to sit on Castiel's lap, Castiel
wrapped his arms around Dean to move him closer to his chest, so that they may
both sit more comfortably. Michael watched with fascination and a small smirk
on his lips. "Focus on your own business." Castiel said, Michael leant back but
kept watching Dean. He wasn't as embarrassed anymore but his face was still
tinted pink which seemed to interest Michael. The carriage jolted, making
Dean's bottom half press against Castiel who enjoyed the feeling, all too much.
Castiel rubbed appreciatively against Dean's ass and Dean twitched at the
feeling, the small roll of Castiel's hips made them both feel hotter. Dean
didn't enjoy being treated like this and hated himself even more when he felt
slick dripping against the material of his underclothes and even some come
through his dress onto Castiel. Michael knocked on the divider, clearly not
caring about the couple next to him. He informed Charles that he would like to
go to the small village by the castle and in another few minutes Charles should
drop him there. Charles agreed and the divider was shut again. Dean didn't like
being treated like a whore and so he started to pull away but the bumps in the
carriage kept pressing him against Castiel, who lazily rubbed himself against
Dean. He didn't like being aroused by the red-blood but Castiel didn't mind the
feeling of the weight on top of his dick, he couldn't wait until Michael was
off and he could mount the Omega, use him for the only use he was good for. In
a few minutes, Michael hopped off the carriage without a word and Castiel
ground his hips up against Dean, harder. When the carriage door shut, he pushed
Dean away from him and then turned so he could try to kiss him. Dean turned his
head away and Castiel growled against his neck. 
"So you’re fine playing whore in the back of a carriage with my brother but you
won't let me fuck you?" Castiel whispered, knowing that if they were too loud
Samandriel would hear them. 
"I didn't want to. You hurt me." Dean grunted, he tried to push Castiel off of
him but the White-Blood stayed, glaring at Dean. "Get off of me, please."
Castiel pulled his trousers down slightly to release his cock and Deans seized
up, scared that Castiel would use him against his will. Instead Castiel sat
back and started stroking faster, clear that he was going to cum that way, Dean
watched as the pale hand moved faster and faster until Castiel clicked his
fingers at Dean to kneel down beside his legs. Dean didn't want to and so he
didn't, but he thought of home and the fact that Castiel had the power to make
sure he didn't go and so he knelt down and looked up at Castiel. Castiel let
out a small groan and came on top of Dean's face, he finished and rubbed his
dick along Dean's lips, making them open and letting Dan taste Castiel's cum.
The carriage stopped and when Castiel looked out, he could see that they were
at the Kingdom. He panicked and quickly tucked himself in, hating the sticky
feeling and glanced down at Dean, he internally swore at himself for such a
stupid idea and searched frantically for a cloth to clean his wife's face. Dean
sat up and pulled at Castiel's jacket, the over-coat that he wore with his
simple clothes. Castiel let him take it off and clean his face with it. The
overcoat was ruined slightly and so Castiel merely folded it up and sat down,
relieved. He looked over at Dean's face and saw that the boy was filled with
shame, he didn't understand why, Castiel hadn't forced him to do anything. He
didn't force him to allow Castiel to come on his face, but from the look on
Dean's face, it might not have been that way fro Dean, he may have
misunderstood the situation. Castiel didn't care. Why would he? Dean kept his
glance down and he fidgeted with the end of his long sleeve. The lack of fight
in Dean made Castiel sigh and he sat closer to Dean, ignoring Samandriel's
insistent knocking on the divider. Michael had locked it and so the couple
would have to open it when they were finished. 
"I didn't force you to do anything. You thought of that in your mind. You are
mine, and you are only mine. I control what you wear, eat, and how you walk and
talk but I will never force you. I know what that can do with a person." Dean
looked up at Castiel, he was severely confused but the knocking on the divider
made him feel sympathy for Samandriel and so he opened the door. 
"What were you doing?" Samandriel asked, his voice slightly breathy. 
"We didn't hear you." Castiel lied and Dean cringed at the obviousness. He
sighed anyway and when Samandriel looked over at him, he nodded slowly.
Samandriel looked at Castiel's lack of overcoat and narrowed his eyes,
observing the tension between the two. "We should go inside, dinner will be
soon." Castiel stated, Samandriel nodded and allowed Charles to help him down
whilst Castiel helped Dean down.
"Castiel, I'm cold, will you give me your overcoat so I can-"
"No." Castiel interrupted, he unfolded the overcoat and put it on Dean,
enjoying the discomforted face Dean made. "He should wear it, looks better that
way." Samandriel seemed slightly confused but allowed his brother peace and
instead started to walk faster. The couple walked together with Samandriel in
front and when Samandriel left them, they walked in silence to Dean's room. 
"What did you mean you know what it does to a person?"
"I'm not discussing that with you."
"Wh-"
"I'm not discussing anything with you." Castiel interrupted, Dean glared at
Castiel and they both entered the room. "How many times must I remind you that
you are just an Omega I need to get pregnant."
Dean slammed the door shut and pushed at Castiel who didn't budge, this didn't
stop Dean though, and he slapped Castiel, who, again, didn't budge. Dean
twirled around and held his hand to his chest. "You are an ass!" He shouted,
Castiel narrowed his eyes at this confrontation and stepped forward, hoping it
would stop Dean. "You treat me like I'm nothing, well guess what? I didn't want
to marry you either. All White-Bloods are stuck up arrogant fools who think
they are perfect when in actual fact they are boring, dull, people with
expensive things and, and bland food! That's nothing to be proud of!" Castiel
narrowed his eyes and pushed Dean backwards until he fell, he landed on his ass
and the dull pain from before turned into a sharp pang that shot up his spine
and he yelped in pain. 
"How dare you? White-Bloods are people who are stronger, smarter and better
than you. You know nothing about honour and dignity, you cower away into the
pitiful Kingdom you own and you hold yourself high when all you do is destroy
each other."
"No." Dean stood up shakily. "We have the amount of violence you do but we also
have the same amount of families, the only difference is. We love each other.
We help each other and we know each other. You lot are a bunch of logic filled
beasts that know nothing but how to fight and how to mindlessly follow orders!
We know what we want and we get it, we know what we need and we get it, you
just do whatever your father wants you to do and that isn't strong. That's
stupid and weak and-" Castiel kicked Dean's gut and made him fly back and land
again on the ground, he stepped forward to hit again but Samandriel burst the
door open and shut it before the guards could see. 
"Castiel, what are you doing?" He shouted, he ran towards Dean and helped him
up.
"He was-"
"I don't care, leave. Now!" Castiel narrowed his eyes at the demand but
listened to his brother, he walked towards the door and opened it, slamming it
shut behind him. Dean groaned and coughed up some blood which shocked
Samandriel. "I'm going to take you to a healer."
"I's fine." Deans slurred. He didn't understand what was wrong, he had endured
endless beatings from his father but this was worse and it was only one kick.
He had underestimated the strength of white-bloods but he had no regrets in his
confrontation. He moved and groaned in pain again. Okay, he had one regret.
"How come you were here?"
"I was going to talk to you and from the guard's faces and expressions I knew
Castiel was here. The rooms are sound proof but there a small holes in your
door." Dean blinked up, his eyes foggy with confusion. "It seemed to me that
they wanted to see Castiel and you..." Samandriel trailed off but Dean turned
his head around and threw up, Samandriel was taken aback. He stood up quickly
and told the guards to call a healer. He ignored Dean when Dean repeatedly told
him he didn't need one. At this point Samandriel didn't care if Dean needed a
healer he was getting one now. It was always good to be extra careful and make
sure that they were safe. Also, when Samandriel observed Dean's state he knew
Castiel had kicked him hard in the gut, near the womb. He didn't know how red-
blood's worked but if Castiel had rendered Dean infertile, he would kill him,
himself. One of the guards did as they were told while the other one looked
confused to how the night ended, what was going to be a cheeky observant of sex
turned out to be a bloody mess.
Samandriel knew that Castiel had spoken with Dean about not forcing him into
sexual things, Samandriel had insisted when they were preparing for Castiel to
meet his intended. Castiel knew that Samandriel had gotten the wrong end of the
stick when it came to love and sex and ever since then was careful with how he
treated vulnerable Omegas. But the stain of cum on Dean's clothes and the blood
he had seen in the morning led him to believe that Castiel was not the alpha or
brother he thought he was. Samandriel knew about Castiel's doubts in the White
Kingdom and the thoughts on the Red-Bloods and so didn't know why this had
turned out as badly as this. Something was wrong. He needed to find out what.
Samandriel stayed with Dean who kept insisting he was fine until a healer came,
he left them alone in the room and promised Dean he would come back. First he
headed towards Castiel's old room, the one he had slept in last night. It
wasn't a long journey, Samandriel's room too was in Castiel's part of the
Palace and Castiel had put Dean's room on Samandriel's floor. Samandriel
climbed the stairs to the top floor and found Castiel sitting outside his
room. 
"Castiel? What happened there?"
"He insulted me, I reacted." Castiel spoke, his tone was off and his voice
uneven. Samandriel stood closer to him, knowing his brother wasn't feeling too
well. As Samandriel edged closer, the scent of Alpha arousal hit him and he
stepped back. Castiel looked up at growled at him, red eyes shining in the dark
corridor. A guard quickly ran towards Samandriel to help escort him downstairs
while another led Castiel to his room. Samandriel was glad that his brother was
in this state and now he could blame something for Castiel's behaviour. The
only problem was Dean's health and the fact that Castiel needed an Omega to
sleep with during this week and he couldn't sleep with anyone but his wife. It
wouldn't look good and wouldn't be acceptable, especially since there would be
more guards, given his more vulnerable state. Samandriel hoped that the healers
would be quick in helping Dean go back to his normal state, Castiel needed his
help.
Castiel was in rut. 
Chapter End Notes
     Okay so, Samandriel is convinced of two things.
     One, that Castiel is behaving like this due to his rut (which is only
     partly true, Castiel became aroused easier and was more aggressive
     due to the rut but the way he was treating Dean was not.)
     And Two, Castiel has forced Dean into sexual advances. (again not
     true. Though there is dubious consent, it was forced in any way)
     We will find out why Samandriel knows about Omega stuff like that
     from a young age and his experience with 'love' and 'sex' in later
     chapters.
     Also, Dean is hurt badly but will soon build a tolerance against
     violence and White-Bloods but the point was to show that the White-
     Bloods are significantly stronger, Dean was regularly abused by his
     father but one kick from Cas had him in so much pain.
     And just to clear up, all the acting done in public was to keep up
     appearances, Castiel is still very much a racist asshole at this
     point in the story!
     But yeah, porn, Naomi and a few more shit happens in the Next
     Chapter!
     (NOT EDITED SORRY)
     Please let me know what you thought! Hope you enjoyed!
***** Rut *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Castiel rolled around uselessly on his bed, he had never gone as long as two
hours in his rut without an Omega sent to him and the heat and arousal was too
much for him. He had wondered where his pathetic wife was but now all he wanted
was to fuck everything and anything. He sat up and once again placed a hand to
his dick, the touch was needed and he began to frantically move his hand up and
down before shooting his load all over his shaky hand. Castiel growled loudly,
he had climaxed but it did not satisfy him. He quickly pulled on some trousers,
not caring about his scent and stumbled towards the door, he had never been
this bad before and he needed release. He pulled open the wooden handle and
faced the two guards who were confused as to the reason why the Prince had
welcomed them with his presence.
"Where is the Omega?" He asked, it was a routine question and for a moment
Castiel forgot about his image and the fact that he was married and waited for
the guards to tell him the answer. Where was the usual brunette Omega whores
that Castiel took to his room every six months?
"Well, y-your wife-" The guard started, tension rolled off of the Alpha and
Castiel realised it was because he was releasing a heavy scented angry stench
which frightened both the guards in front of him. He tried to calm down. Ruts
typically made Alphas act out more aggressively, worse than Omegas in heat,
probably due to the fact that a rut only lasted three days whilst a heat could
last five to nine days, depending on the Omega.
"What about my wife?" Castiel asked, his voice a low rumble and the guards each
took a small step away from the Prince. "Why isn't he here?"
"Well-He's with the healers, but they said that the damage wasn't too bad and
he could join you in a few-" The guard couldn't finish his sentence as the door
was slammed shut on his face. The guard stood stunned but moved closer to the
door to resume his position, he could hear Castiel panting on the other side,
but only just. The walls were very thick and sound didn't travel through them
well.
Castiel leant against the door before he sorted himself out and stood up, he
walked over to the mirror - opposite his bed - and slumped down suddenly. A
sudden wave of defeat washed over him and Castiel was confused as to why. He
didn't care about Dean - his wife - and they hadn't mated yet. Maybe it was a
subconscious reminder that he needed to mate with Dean as fast as possible to
ensure the safety of the peace treaty.
 
Samandriel waited by Dean's bed, his head rested against his hands as he leant
down beside the Omega. He had started to like the red-blood and even though
Samandriel was a year younger, he felt as though he had almost adopted the
Omega into the family and was hopeful that Dean felt the same way. Though,
after this incident, Dean may be wary of the Novak family, even more so than he
was before. There was no one to blame but Castiel, and his rut. Samandriel
sighed, the healers did their job efficiently and Dean should be fully healed
but if he was ready to spend a rut with Castiel or not was the question.
Samandriel knew that Dean would end up having to anyway, just for the purpose
of marriage but it would be better if Dean thought it was his own choice.
Dean groaned and moved his head to the side the breeze was on before he opened
his eyes, he felt almost, strange. He knew he should be in pain but there was
no feeling of the sort. Like all feeling had gone from his body. He turned his
head around to see Samandriel peering down at him and he blinked, confusingly,
at the Omega. "What happened?"
"You are healed. Sit up, there is some water." Dean did as he was told, he sat
up and, nothing. There was no pain. Dean didn't even feel the dull ache from
before that rested in his lower body. He was painless. He took the water from
Samandriel and gulped the thing down, the water soothing his dry throat.
"Thank you," He said. He glanced around the room. "He's not going to
apologise?" Dean knew he shouldn't instigate another fight but he couldn't help
himself. How dare his husband not be here after what he did?
"He's in rut." Samandriel explained calmly, he knew where Dean's anger was
coming from but he wanted this conversation done as fast as possible and there
was no other way to end it then to get straight to the point.
"Oh."
"I hope you know what we, well, what everyone would expect of you during this
time."
"Do I have to?" Dean's usually steady voice, raised an octave and he looked up
at Samandriel who gulped at the idea of being asked this question. The answer
was yes, surely Dean would understand that already? "I mean, I just healed and-
"
"It is what the public would want." Samandriel interrupted, if Dean was upset
by that, he didn't show it. "Castiel would also need an Omega and this is the
perfect time for a claiming bite which would seal the marriage up nicely. Not
to mention, mated people have a higher chance of a successful pregnancy and-"
"How long are ruts usually? I never see my father, Jo was a special case and
Sammy hasn't started yet."
"Castiel usually lasts about three days, maybe four. I know because I'm in his
part of the palace."
"So not as long as heats?"
"No."
"Do you know how many heats, longer than ruts, I had to suffer through alone?
Merely because your brother wanted to marry a virgin?" Samandriel sighed.
Dean's anger was right and so he couldn't argue but time was of the essence and
he needed to move Dean along as quickly as possible. Dean lay back and thought
of the good and bad sides of this arrangement. On the bad side, Dean would be
fucked harshly and thoroughly, maybe as painful as the first time but on the
plus side maybe this would allow Castiel to let Dean visit Sam soon, or for
Dean to have a chance to enjoy himself with mating with Castiel. He wasn't told
a lot but his mother always mentioned that mating would be one of the most
satisfying things a person could feel, and Dean wanted to feel it. "If I stay
in the room, for people to assume we are..., but not actually fuck him. Would
that be allowed?"
"You'd need to claim." At this reasoning, Dean closed his eyes and tilted his
head back. "Plus, I don't think-"
"Yeah, I get it. Just, give me a minute. I'll do it." Samandriel was pleased
with this but as he looked at the movement of Dean's throat and the squeezed
eyes, his heart clenched slightly. He could only hope that Castiel wouldn't be
too rough. A few minutes after the Omega's had made their decision, Dean was
escorted quietly to Castiel's room, as they passed the guards Dean made a sly
comment about them spying but Samandriel assured him that Castiel's room didn't
have as many holes as his own. The door opened when Samandriel was far away and
Dean was hit with the scent of arousal and anger and frustration. He was glad
that Castiel was suffering but as he stepped into the room, he realised the
suffering would affect him also.
"I thought you were hurt." Castiel grunted out, his eyes flashed red before
changing to their normal blue. Dean ignored him and shut the door, stalking off
onto a chair, furthest away from Castiel. He didn't know much about ruts and
even about heats but from the way Castiel's eyes were fixed on him and the
posture of the Alpha, Dean could tell this was a bad one.
"Yes, thanks to you. But the healers, healed me."
"They were able to heal a red-blood?" Dean was pleased that they were talking
but at the same time didn't like dragging the process along. However, he wasn't
going to argue.
"Yes."
Castiel seemed uninterested now, his only focus was to get Dean onto his bed
and to mount the Omega, he sat on the bed, his naked body flaunted against the
silk covers and he beckoned for Dean to come towards him.
"Come here." He ordered, Dean ignored him and instead, pulled his dress up,
exposing his legs and showed Castiel that he wasn't wearing any under clothes.
Castiel growled and Dean could see his cock twitch with interest.
"No, you come here." He mocked, he did the same action that Castiel did to him.
Unluckily for Dean, his plan didn’t work straight away and Castiel didn't seem
too happy to be ordered about. However, after Dean lifted his leg up higher and
exposed more of his skin, Castiel managed to make his way over. Castiel got
down before Dean and Dean rested one of his legs on Castiel's shoulder. "That's
a good Alpha." He smiled, and petted Castiel's head. Castiel growled slightly,
the sound vibrating the chair Dean was sitting on but Dean wasn't quite done.
"Lick me."
Castiel didn't.
Dean pressed his two legs together against Castiel's face and made him fall
closer towards him. "Lick me." He insisted again. Castiel listened this time,
he inched towards Dean's slit, once again, ignoring his cock and began to lick
around the area before finally daring his tongue against the slit. Dean bucked
his hips and let out a long moan which Castiel regretfully enjoyed listening
to. He lifted up his hands to move Dean's suffocating thighs but Dean slapped
them away. Castiel growled against Dean which made him groan before he shoved
his tongue into Dean, Dean clenched around the tongue and moaned once more, his
face scrunched up in bliss and his cunt wet and dripping on Castiel's face.
Castiel drew back and yanked Dean's thighs away from his face just before Dean
reached climax and Dean groaned in frustration. Castiel's slightly pale face,
due to the white blood rushing up to it, was covered with Dean's slick and he
licked his lips before standing up, his cock at full attention.
"Get on the bed." Castiel demanded, the low rumble of his voice made Dean shake
slightly and he nodded before jumping off of the chair and quickly ran to the
bed. He flopped onto it and he didn't manage to get back up properly before
Castiel's weight was rested on top of him, Castiel leant down to nip at Dean's
ear and bite softly at the lobe and Dean let out a breathy moan. Castiel stood
up abruptly and stroked his cock lazily before lining himself up against Dean's
entrance, Dean didn't even get a chance to prepare himself before he was being
speared. Castiel fucked him roughly and for some reason this felt worse to Dean
than the first night did. Once again, Castiel hadn't prepared him properly and
once again he was not going to climax. Castiel thrusted slowly into Dean,
making sure to fill the Omega up before leaving. He repeatedly slammed back
into him, enjoying the slaps of skin and the small groans the young, trembling
Omega beneath him started to make.
Castiel couldn't wait too long and so he pressed a hand to Dean's back,
ignoring his muffled moans and slammed faster and faster into him, enjoying the
tight feeling and the catch he got as he exited the smooth slit. Dean wiggled
back and Castiel groaned at the feeling and he let the Omega fuck himself on
his cock a little, loving how the Omega's bottom jiggled and bounced against
his lower torso, he slapped it, strongly enjoying the red colour to the
paleness he usually got. No, he hated the red. He slapped even harder at Dean
now who was crying slightly into the bed. The stupid Omega deserved it. He
deserved everything.
"Stupid worthless, Omega whore." Castiel muttered, he thrust back into Dean,
craving his small whimpers and when his knot began to form, he pulled Dean up
by his hair and bit his pale neck. Dean shouted in pain but Castiel didn't
care, instead he carried on fucking his too big a knot into Dean, watching as a
small trail of blood began to trail down the quivering thighs of the Omega. The
only good thing red-bloods could do was bleed.
After a while of staying knotted, Dean finally stopped crying, he tried pulling
at the knot but when it caused him pain he pressed against Castiel. The
position was uncomfortable and he wanted to get the Alpha to move without
speaking to the son of a bitch and so he continued to press against Castiel
until the Alpha got the point and lifted Dean up, not caring how much he tugged
at the knot and then moved both of them to the middle of the bed. Dean
whimpered slightly at the harsh treatment but decided that he was going to have
to get used to it. He looked at the window, which blinds had not been shut, it
was dark out.
Day one. 
 
 
Castiel's head started to warm up and he realised it was the sun shining down
on his face, he rubbed a hand over his face and accidentally hit a freckled
shoulder as he did so. Seeing as his rut lasted three days and this had only
been his first, Castiel only typically needed one or two knots, by the second
he would need around five to six and by the third at least ten, though
depending on the rut, the Alpha could want less. Heats were different and it
mattered more on the Omega, it didn't matter the number of knots more on how
long they lasted, and how much release filled the Omega. He shifted away from
the red-blood next to him and felt his cock slip out from the young omega, Dean
whimpered a little in his sleep but still remained in his state as Castiel got
off of the bed. Castiel looked down at the bed and saw a large amount of red
blood on the sheets, he knew he would have to get a healer in here to help Dean
before Castiel got worse, with less time in between matings. Dean shivered in
his sleep, though he had a thin sheet on him, the Omega seemed cold and it made
Castiel focus on the bright red mark on the Omegas neck. The claim was clear
and evident. He was now officially mated with a red-blood Omega from the
Winchester Kingdom, this was his life now. Almost as if Dean could read
Castiel's thoughts, he blinked his eyes open and stretched one of his arms.
Dean turned to look over at Castiel who was observing the red-blood on the bed,
Dean seemed uncomfortable with the staring and so got up, wincing slightly as
he sat down. 
"I will get a healer in before I need to knot you again, food and water will
also be brought in." Castiel stated, he picked up a wash cloth and dipped it
into water, cleaning his lower body from the mess made from yesterday. He then
dipped it back in and washed it slightly before throwing it towards Dean who
caught it without warning. Dean began to scrub at his skin underneath the
blanket and clean away the blood and semen, Castiel watched as the Omega
groaned when he touched certain parts of his skin and whimpered when he reached
his inner thighs. 
"I came in here to help you through your rut and you hurt me." Dean said after
a while, Castiel wanted to arch an eyebrow at the hint of betrayal in his
wife's voice but he kept his face stoic. "Because that is what white-bloods
do."
"No, I hurt you because I'm in rut." Castiel knew this was right but the way he
saw Dean suddenly glare at his own hands made Castiel doubt himself. 
"No, if I was to jump around from Alpha to Alpha during my heat, would it be
due to it?" Dean knew that some Alpha's would think that it was acceptable for
an Omega to do so or that Omega's were meant to be used and bred during heat,
it didn't matter by who. However, Dean also knew that in the White kingdom they
cared about loyalty and faithfulness and therefore an Omega would not have an
'excuse' to sleep around, heat or not. Alphas, could get away with it easier
but neither had the chance to blame it on their heat or rut. 
"No." Castiel answered honestly, he still didn't agree with Dean but he decided
to let the subject drop, only because he needed some food and he was starting
to get attracted to the intoxicating scent Dean released once more. 
"Then why did you hurt me?" Dean asked, he threw the cloth at Castiel and even
though he caught the blood soaked towel, a part of it slapped against his face
and Castiel smelt the stench of blood and pain. "Why? I have done nothing to
you, it is the second day of our marriage and we are now mated, yet you still
act as though I am the scum of the earth! Why?" Castiel's eyes flashed red and
Dean gulped, pushing himself back on the bed and watching as Castiel crept onto
it, the bed dipping slightly. Castiel was emitting low growls and small huffs
and Dean was now terrified. 
A knock on the door disturbed them, Castiel stood up and gathered a small robe
to put around him and once he made sure Dean covered himself, he opened the
door and watched as a guard passed over two plates of food, clearly not wanting
to enter the room. Castiel shook his head, however, and gestured towards the
table near the bed. He needed the guard to properly smell the scent of sex and
sweat and also to view Dean's claiming bite and so this was the perfect way to
do it. The guard was shaking slightly as he walked in, the plates vibrating
along with the sweaty palms of his hands. It was never good to have an Alpha in
a room with a couple during a rut but considering Castiel and Dean had just
mated, which should sate him for a long while, Castiel had good faith in his
control. Also, he was hoping another Alpha in the room, who was not mated to
Dean, a newly mated Omega, would let Dean appreciate Castiel’s scent more and
therefore have a successful breeding. 
"The food was seasoned with red-blood spices and herbs for your wife to be
taken care of during your rut, sir. Prepared by Prince Samandriel." Castiel
nodded and looked at the food on the plate, he will admit he liked the food the
red-bloods had to offer and was one of the only good things that came from
having a treaty with them. He looked over at Dean who licked his lips hungrily.
Castiel had to get him pregnant, fast. Dean didn't wait for the guard to put
the plates down and he lifted his hand up for the guard to put a meal in his
hand, Dean took it and as he did so the blanket slid down his body only
slightly and exposed his neck, the guard's eyes widened and Castiel hid a
smile. This was what he had wanted. Now everyone will know of their successful
mating. 
"Thank you." The smell of slick pouring from Dean when Castiel sat on the bed
near him made Castiel realise that his plan to make Dean horny and more
acceptable had worked. The guard nodded and walked out of the room, shutting it
firmly behind him and he hid his expression from Castiel and Dean when he did
so.
Dean quickly shovelled a spicy piece of lamb into his mouth and chewed loudly
letting out a lewd moan at the taste, god had he missed this. Castiel turned
his head abruptly to the sound and arched an eyebrow as he saw Dean in utter
bliss eating the food from his old home. Dean was still wet and Castiel could
smell the hint of arousal rolling off of Dean and his nose and cock twitched at
the scent, he loved it when Dean needed him. Craved it. Castiel suspected it
was the claim telling him this and so he ignored the thoughts. 
"I will expect to knot you at least two more times today." Castiel said
suddenly, Dean paused during chewing before he swallowed audibly and glared at
Castiel viciously. Castiel didn't care about Dean's thoughts and so ignored
him, picking up a piece of fruit from Dean's plate and chewing on it
absentmindedly. 
"And what if I don't let you?" Dean asked, both of them knew that if Castiel
wanted to he could force Dean then and there but they also both knew the he
wouldn't. For a specific reason he wouldn't tell Dean.
"You would rather let your Alpha suffer?"
Dean scoffed loudly, putting the plate down and pulling the blanket up to cover
his entire body, "you are not my-" Dean choked back slightly and he turned his
head away so Castiel couldn't see the roll of a single tear down his supple
cheek. "I hate you."
"Very well." Castiel said after a moment, he got away from Dean and off the bed
and stood near the door. "You will still continue to disrespect me and
therefore I do not want you here for my rut. I will call for a whore."
Dean's watery eyes blinked in confusion and he turned his head to the side. "A
whore?"
"Yes." 
"How dare you?"  Dean stood up, not caring about his naked form as he knew it
attracted the Alpha and gave him the upper hand, though the cold made his skin
shiver. "You-"
"You clearly just stated that I wasn't your Alpha and so I was doing what you
wished, unless you wanted to stay here?" Castiel knew he was aiming to
humiliate the Omega by making him want to stay with Castiel and his mated Alpha
but he still couldn't resist the satisfied smile when Dean sat down on the bed.
"Get dressed and leave then, my next wave will be in about half an hour."
"No." Dean whispered, Castiel wasn't satisfied enough. Castiel stayed silent
and when Dean looked over at him, touching his mark, Castiel nodded, gesturing
for him to continue. "I-I'll stay and help you." Dean noticed the ghost smile
playing on his husband's lips and so he stood up shakily and glared at him. He
couldn't let Castiel win this time.
"But only if Sammy can stay here for a few days." Castiel's eyes narrowed, Dean
knew that if he requested to stay in the Winchester Kingdom that it definitely
wouldn't be allowed as he had to get used to this Kingdom. However, Sam
visiting could be both for Dean and for a political gain, as Sam would be the
next in line. "And you can't hurt me too much, no blood, I mean."
"Deal." Castiel answered a hair too quickly and he hit himself mentally over
it. Dean breathed happily, relief flooding through his body and he offered a
smile to Castiel who didn't like it. Castiel moved towards the bed again and
got rid of the plates, moving them onto a brown table near Castiel's side. He
then walked over to the side Dean was sitting on and pushed him back. "Birthing
position." He ordered, he then ground against Dean's cock and Dean realised
this was the first time Castiel had noticed it, but when he was forcefully
turned and pushed on the bed, he knew it was more for Castiel's pleasure than
his. Dean obeyed Castiel's order and he got onto the bed to kneel down on it,
presenting himself for the Alpha. 
"Good, Omega." Castiel mumbled, Dean was too hot and too nervous to listen. A
small smack landed on his ass and Castiel growled once more at Dean's slight
squirming. He wasn't at his next wave but at Dean's act of defiance he wanted
to mate with the Omega and fuck him into the bed. He leant down and nibbled at
Dean's neck before licking around the small wound he made the night before,
Dean moaned lightly at the contact which made Castiel stop. He wouldn't make
Dean bleed but he still refused to let him come from the pleasure. "I'm going
to breed you full of children." He lined himself against Dean's slit and slid
in slowly, "I'm going to fuck you full." He thrust in, harshly and Dean whined,
still in a small amount of pain but then, still no blood. "All you are going to
want to do is beg for it." Castiel whispered, he started going more frantic
after that, thrusting in and out and using Dean like he was nothing but a toy
that he could do whatever he liked with. Dean panted and allowed Castiel to
fuck into him faster and faster with each thrust, he clung onto the blanket and
let Castiel bring his hips up so his legs were nearly off the bed to allow for
easier fucking. Dean whined when Castiel brushed against a spot but once
Castiel arranged his body after, the spot was left untouched. "Beg for it."
"No." Dean spat, Castiel smacked his lower back and enjoyed the clenching
around the base of his cock. 
"Beg for it." Castiel ordered again, he pulled his cock out and flipped Dean
around, pulling him down and entering him again, this time so they could look
at each other. Dean watched the muscles twitch and tremble as the Alpha above
fucked him with all his might and he started to fuck back into him, desperate
for some kind of reaction that could lead to Dean finally releasing but the
Alpha seemed intent with his own pleasure. "Beg for it you worthless red-blood
bitch." 
Dean growled at this, he clenched his fists and moved closer towards Castiel
who appreciated this, he groaned and lifted Dean up, holding him up while he
bounced Dean up and down on him. Dean hit him repeatedly with his hands,
knowing it hardly hurt Castiel but was a great stress reliever for himself,
fist after fist connected with Castiel's chest and Castiel seemed aroused by
this, his knot started forming and come filled Dean up, Dean's hole seized and
clenched around the foreign object making Castiel let out a low guttural groan,
the rumble making Dean tremble in his hands. Castiel noticed his mistake in
their position long after and hated himself for looking at Dean's pained face
while he fucked him, he knew it would make it worse to punish him more and also
he was now stuck in an awkward position to make them both comfortable while the
knot remained swollen. He sat down on the bed, Dean's head resting on his
shoulder, crying softly, not that Castiel knew why, there was no blood and he
hardly hurt the Omega. 
"Why won't you let me come?" Dean choked out, Castiel almost took pity on him
but instead his dick enjoyed the constant movement Dean was making as he cried
and he let out another stream of semen inside the Omega. Dean stopped crying at
this, mostly in shock but also about the fact that Castiel had just proven once
again that he didn't care. Dean rested his head once again on Castiel's
shoulder moving his legs around Castiel into a more comfortable position.
Castiel grabbed a glass of water and pushed Dean's head up, making him drink
some and then handed him so grapes and berries. Dean took what was offered but
then refused when Castiel offered bread, he had no appetite for large food.
Castiel had a small bite and realised his back was uncomfortable, so he moved
them both so that Castiel was laying with Dean on top of him. 
"Sleep, I will want to fuck you even when this knot has died down. Sleep, eat
and drink and hopefully you will get pregnant so neither of us have to go
through this again." Dean nodded slowly, he closed his eyes and let the scent
of his newly mated Alpha calm him and he slept. Castiel sniffed Dean's hair
momentarily and he lifted up an arm to massage the Omega's lower back, knowing
full well it will be painful for Dean to feel. Dean mumbled in his sleep and
let out a small moan as knots in his back were being undone and it took a while
for Castiel to realise that Dean had woken up. He immediately stopped what he
was doing and listened to the small whine from Dean. Castiel ignored it. 
Day two was now over. 
 
Day three went fast for both Dean and Castiel, Castiel's mind was foggy for
most of the day and all he wanted to do was fuck Dean again and again and again
until he was filled with cum and he only stopped when either he was asleep or
he was eating, though he did make sure his Omega ate, he did not care if they
slept. His Alpha was more content then it ever had been and Castiel enjoyed the
feeling of having a mate, he knew Dean had not bit him but that was not typical
for Omega's to do anyway and he would never let a red-blood claim him. Not when
there was someone else. The couple were now lying on the bed, the white sheets
stained slightly and Dean's quivering body left without a sheet as Castiel went
to bathe himself. After a day of just sex, Castiel finally had time to clear
his mind and would be able to leave the room tomorrow, of course not the
palace, with his hostile scent. He came out of the bathing room and went
towards the bed, he placed a thin layer of cloth on Dean who didn't bother to
thank him and he rested his back against the frame of the bed. If Dean wasn't
pregnant now, then he will never be, Castiel thought. He lifted Dean's legs and
manoeuvred him so his legs were elevated, making sure that he would catch and
that a child could be born. Dean remained silent and though Castiel was happy
with this before, he was not happy with this behaviour now. He suspected it was
because of the first day when Castiel proved to the Omega that he hated him but
he didn't understand why Dean took such an offence to that one encounter
between them. 
"Omega." He had never said Dean's name and he doesn't intend to. He nudged
Dean's leg and watched the Omega raise his head momentarily before dropping it
down again. Still no response. "Would you want to eat dinner with my mother
today? It is the only day, seeing as it is my last, you may leave the room
during my rut. She would want to have a private chat with you, especially
seeing as you should be caught and we are now mated." 
Dean didn't know how to answer, so instead he rolled his legs slightly so they
moved towards the warmth of Castiel's stomach, hoping it would distract him. He
was wrong. Castiel pushed his legs off and dragged Dean's body towards his, his
chest bare against Dean's back. "You will answer when spoken to."
"I'm too tired to talk right now." Dean answered honestly and Castiel could see
the exhaustion, he had been fucking the Omega like he was a white-blood after
all. "I would have to have dinner with her and so I will. Now be quiet and let
me sleep." Castiel opened his mouth to yell at the Omega but once he saw the
red-blood close his eyes and breathe a deep sigh, he shut it and rested against
Dean. 
"Very well." He whispered, mostly to himself. 
Castiel moved them so that the Omega's head was resting on his chest and he
glanced down at the young boy, Castiel hated to admit it but the red-blood was
very...pretty. His green eyes were closed gently with just the brunette
eyelashes spread slightly on his freckled face. Castiel reached a hand to touch
the Omegas face but stopped himself before he did so, he did not want the red-
blood thinking anything of this moment of weakness and Castiel no longer had
his rut to blame for these small acts of affection. He let the Omega sleep for
two more hours before he startled him awake and called a servant in to help
Dean get ready whilst he waited in the bathroom. When Castiel emerged from the
room, he saw Dean sitting by himself on their bed, his hands clasped around
each other and his eyes cast down. 
"What is it?" 
"Your mother, she is...like you." Dean started, he opened and closed his mouth
a couple times before he sighed and looked at Castiel. "She doesn't like me or
red-bloods, and that means that she won't be civil."
"Yes."
Dean sighed, "never mind, I'll be back, I guess." Dean stood up awkwardly
before heading outside and he ignored Castiel's small scent of anxiety. It was
never wise to send a newly mated Omega out especially when their alpha was in
rut, but his mother had requested it. 
The door shut and Castiel looked at the emptiness of the room, he ran his hand
through his hair before sitting down at his desk, he reached for an ink pot so
he could start writing his weekly reports. Even though he was the less
important brother, Castiel was still in charge of the army, a duty he was proud
of.
 
Dean walked slowly, following a guard, to the room where he knew he would be
eating dinner with the queen. He tried to stop the feeling of nervousness but
he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread with the upcoming meeting. They
finally reached a room, where the door was left ajar but when they stepped in,
the guard shut it behind them. Dean was left with the alpha behind him and the
omega in front of him, sitting on a chair with a small table in front of her. 
"Queen Naomi." Dean addressed, she didn't seem to care and merely gestured
towards the seat placed opposite her. Dean nodded and sat down on the seat,
Naomi wrinkled her nose slightly at Dean, and Dean assumed it was because he
had flushed slightly - reminding her of his blood. 
"I called you here to talk to you about something." Naomi said after a while.
"You are now mated with my son and soon shall birth his child." Dean didn't
know what to say and so he just nodded. "But do not think for one second that I
will not skin you alive if you do anything to betray this kingdom and my
family." Dean blinked in surprise. 
"I would never-"
"We know exactly what your kind is like and if it wasn't for my husband, you
would never have set foot in this house." Dean narrowed his eyes at this, he
picked up a piece of bread. It's fine, he could do this. He'd been dealing with
John for years. "You will be the perfect wife for my son and you will do
nothing else, you will write, read, draw and learn music along with several
languages. You will join him in the travels he does and accompany him with
places he goes to but you will be nothing else.You will never be part of this
family and you will never be anything of worth."
Dean choked out a laugh and he noticed Naomi pause. "With all due
respect, mother, I am mated to your son, and I will birth your grandchildren,
so I am already your family. I am what makes a peace treaty and so I am of
worth. And I will visit my kingdom with or without Castiel, so I suggest you
hush and eat dinner with your family member like a true queen."
"How dare you-" Dean stood up. He put his glass on the table and he walked out
the room, leaving Naomi alone with the guard, her open mouth and shocked gasps
the only thing that filled the room. 
Dean sped walked to his and Castiel's room, he knew he shouldn't have done that
but he couldn't help fight against the abuse he had been given, he was not the
little puppet he was brought up to be and he will do his best to fight against
it. Castiel was surprised when Dean burst into the room but he didn't say
anything when Dean flopped on the bed, it was only when he heard the shouts
outside that he stood up and walked towards the Omega. "What did you do?" He
growled but it wasn't long till his mother stormed into the room, hesitating
only for a minute because of the hostile and sex filled scent filling the
room. 
"Castiel give me that stupid bitch and I'll slice his throat myself." She
ordered, Castiel looked between her and Dean on the bed, his expression
faltering. Usually he would have tried to reason with his mother for his own
sake but this time, with his rut and their mating involved, he turned once more
to look at his mother and growled lowly. His mother didn't seem to care,
however, and she stepped closer to grab Dean herself but Castiel pushed himself
between them and Naomi watched with shock as his eyes turned red and his
growling became louder and his scent turned aggressive. 
A guard quickly came in and dragged Castiel away but Naomi shook her head
slightly, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind her. The guard
followed swiftly, leaving Castiel and Dean alone on the bed. Dean's body shook
slightly and though Castiel was distracted by his own behaviour he managed to
turn around to the Omega enough to glare. "What did you do?'
"I-I only spoke back." Castiel moved closer towards Dean, he managed to bend
down enough to scent the Omega's neck. "Castiel?" Dean asked, confused by the
lack of space between them, he yelped when Castiel bit at his neck. 
"You've caught." Castiel murmured, he smiled slightly before he gripped at
Dean's hips and lifted him slightly, Dean wrapped his legs around Castiel's
waist and before long he felt the alpha enter him. Castiel frantically moved,
revelling in the feeling of the tight heat and the sounds his - the - omega was
making, the small whimpers and loud moans. Slick ran down his thighs and
Castiel swiped his finger up, tasting the moisture and before long he climaxed
in Dean, knotting and securing them. Dean was still shaking, however, Castiel
didn't seem to care anymore. Dean was pregnant and that means that he didn't
have to spend as much time with him. The treaty was secure. 
The night afterwards went very quickly. Castiel finished up his reports whilst
Dean slept, both didn't mention the act they just committed as neither thought
it important enough. It was still the Alpha's rut after all. Just as Castiel
was about to shut his eyes and get a few hours rest, he heard a loud knock on
the door and sighed. This was probably about his mother, however when he opened
his door he found his father staring back at him with wide eyes. 
"Where's your wife?"
"Right here, why?"
"He's been here all along?" Castiel could hear the worry in his father's voice
and was concerned with what the reason was, he stepped forward slightly but his
father stepped back.
"Yes, father, why are you asking?"
"I didn't want him to get blamed, for anything that would happen, it would be
tragic and it would break the treaty and especially with your mother-"
"Father, what is going on."
"Michael is dead." Chuck sighed. "He's been murdered."
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the late update, things were happening and also the last
     line is NOT the main character death for those who would be
     disappointed and this is not edited yet so sorry!!
     Hopefully the next update will be quicker!!!
***** Aftermath *****
Chapter Notes
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Castiel repeatedly shook his head in shock after his father left, he didn't
understand how something like that could happen to Michael of all people, Being
targeted, made sense, but the security of the White-Blood Kingdom was too good
for this to happen. And now on top of that he has impregnated someone who will
be treated like a main suspect. He looked towards the bed where Dean was now
sitting up, his head resting on the bed frame and his gaze landing on Castiel's
face. Castiel turned away and ignored his wife who was seemingly happy with
staying silent for now. After about ten minutes after his father left there was
another knock on the door and Castiel couldn't get there quick enough, hoping
it was a mistake or just a sick prank, instead he found his mother. 
"Get dressed, and get that slut of yours to look presentable, many people will
be coming in today and we expect to look good and respectable today." She took
a sniff and wrinkled her nose. "And make sure this is aired out, you are no
longer in rut." Castiel held in a growl and in fact he did have at least a few
more hours before his scent calmed down but instead he listened to his mother
and nodded slowly, at least she wasn't attacking Dean anymore. 
Dean had clearly heard Naomi because when Castiel turned around, he had already
gone inside the bathing room where Castiel followed. He stepped inside and
watched as Dean slipped out of his robe and stepped slowly into the bath,
watching as the water rose to his calves before turning around to Castiel.
"When is that shopkeeper giving me my silk robes and night-wear?" He asked,
Castiel blinked in shock at the question. It was random and inconsiderate. Dean
didn't seem to think anything was wrong with the question and he even gave
Castiel a pointed look to make him answer the question.
"Two weeks. Do not ask questions like that. M-My brother is dead, murdered, how
dare you?"
"Please." Dean scoffed, he walked in the water more and then sat down on one of
the steps, the bath was big - big enough for five huge alphas with room in
between. "Like you care. All you'll care about is that Lucifer is the next
heir, you didn't like your brother - I could tell."
"Doesn't mean I wished him dead." Castiel spat, he pulled off his trousers,
having already been shirtless, and stepped in the bath next to Dean.
"Servants?" Dean shook his head, picking up a sponge and washing himself.
Castiel didn't like that idea however and so shook his head, he pulled Dean
closer to him and picked up the sponge, washing his wife with it himself. "You
will act obedient today and disrespect no one, especially myself, my father and
my mother." Dean nodded slowly, hissing a bit when Castiel grabbed on to his
waist to pull him in closer. Castiel bent down slightly, to pick more water for
the sponge when he caught another whiff of Dean's scent and he stayed still for
a moment. He had come to love the Omega's scent and now with the scent of him
being caught, he decided he craved it more and more. Dean seemed to notice,
however, and he clenched up. Castiel sat back, he pushed Dean slightly off his
lap and Dean was more than happy to oblige, shuffling off to the step next to
his husband's. 
"Do you think the children would have pink blood?" Dean asked after a while, he
chuckled at himself like he had just told a brilliant joke but Castiel could
see the nervousness inside of him. 
"They will actually." Dean's eyes widened at this. "Though very pale, White-
Blood genes are more dominant."
"Of course they are." Dean muttered. "Fact or opinion?"
"Both." Castiel said after a while, he looked over at Dean. "They will be of
royal blood, they will not be hated by White-Bloods."
Deans scoffed. "They will be hated by everyone." He said after a while, Castiel
glanced down at their reflection in the water, not wanting to look Dean in his
actual eye. "They will not be either White nor Red but in the middle - an
outcast."
"They were the terms of the peace treaty." Castiel looked at Dean,
understanding in his eyes, he knew that their child would not have an easy life
due to this obvious difference. This filled Dean with rage. 
"Your terms!" Dean shouted, he stood up and crossed his arms over his naked
chest. "It was your terms for me to be a virgin. Your terms for me to live all
alone here. Your terms for me to be treated however you wish to treat me. And
what do I get? A child out of a loveless marriage who will hate me due to my
weakness in this situation and a brother-in-law killed, a murder people will
hang over my head! Don't act like you understand anything when you've
sacrificed nothing!" Dean stepped out of the bath to get out but Castiel stood
up and reached for Dean, dragging him back and pulling him down. He crouched by
Dean and then pulled him up by his hair. 
"What did I say about disrespect?" Castiel raised a hand to slap Dean but
instead of showing fear, Dean smiled and laughed. Castiel paused, confused,
before he hit Dean, once, twice, across the face till Dean spat out some blood
and there was some bruising - though not too much that it couldn't be covered
with make-up. 
"Go on, hit me again. Stress me out, injure me, kill your unborn child, in
fact, kill your wife. Because I think that's exactly what this family needs,
another murder." Castiel raised another hand but stopped himself just before
contact, looking at Dean's wince in disappointment. 
"Get up and get dressed, I will not tolerate this behaviour and I will not
accept this attitude. Take this as a warning."
"This was the warning? After I was hospitalised?" Castiel at least looked a
little ashamed at this comment but he soon looked up at Dean and narrowed his
gaze. Dean seemed to understand and he stood up and stormed out of the room,
leaving Castiel in the bath. Castiel thought of when he grew up, the times he
spent with his older brother. There weren't many happy memories, Michael was
always training to be the new King and even when he wasn't he much preferred
Lucifer's company but it was the times that they did spend together discussing
the marriage and Castiel's future that Castiel knew his brother did care for
him. And now he was gone. And despite wanting to feel bad and upset all he
could feel was...nothing. He was not happy nor sad. Not angry or euphoric.
Castiel couldn't even feel the death of his brother, how was he meant to love a
pink-blooded child? 
"Cas?" Castiel blinked and looked up at his wife who was standing at the edge
of the doorway, he wore a long black dress with a gold plated belt around his
waist, it was tight against his chest and Castiel blinked. As he blinked he
felt a tear run down his cheek and he swore at himself internally for showing
Dean this weakness, though it didn't seem like Dean cared too much. His Omega
ordered the servants from the bedroom to leave, mentioning that he could do his
own make up and he watched Castiel step out of the bathroom, neither mentioning
the nickname or the crying. 
"Do you need servants to get-"
"No." Castiel interrupted and if Dean was angry at that he didn't show it,
instead he moved himself to sit beside a mirror and began to lightly powder his
face and apply natural make up on his cheeks, lips and eyes. Castiel watched
for a bit before he started to dry himself, a small red cloth was used to wipe
away the water before he dragged up a clean pair of trousers and a long tunic
that rested mid thigh, he then moved towards Dean. The scent hit him quicker
now that Dean was cleaned up and Castiel knew that everyone in the Kingdom
would know about the pregnancy by today. He leant down a bit and nipped at
Dean's neck, Dean tensed slightly at the interaction but did nothing to get out
of the way, especially because it seemed to calm Castiel down a little. A loud
thump on the door distracted them both and Castiel recoiled quickly in order to
announce that they could come in. A servant, scared out of her mind but trying
to hide it and Naomi walked in. Naomi was wearing a thin dark robe with netting
stuck on her hat to cover half her face, her bright red lips still visible. 
"I see you're ready." She said, her voice calm but her scent angry. "Let's go
together. We should stand together during the announcement and sit together in
the court. I hope you trained your bitch to be silent." Dean growled lowly at
the blatant disrespect and Castiel stepped between them. He merely nodded at
his mother, grabbing onto Dean's arm and following her out of the room. Dean
let himself be dragged by Castiel until they reach the middle of the castle,
the whole family was standing there, their heads bowed and all of them silent.
As soon as they were spotted, Chuck came towards Dean, he held onto his hands
for a moment before leaning down to whisper in his ear. 
"Be strong." 
Dean nodded slowly, confusion filling his mind before Chuck left his personal
bubble and joined his wife, both standing at the front of the balcony, their
children followed and then Castiel and Dean who stood on the right. Dean looked
down and could see masses of people looking up at them, the royal family. Chuck
visibly swallowed before he opened his mouth and addressed the audience. 
"The heir to the throne, Michael, is dead. My son, he was...murdered. We aren't
sure who has committed this crime but when they are found they will have the
wrath of heaven rain down upon them and they will find the idea of hell,
comforting." The silence from this announcement made Castiel pause and his eyes
trailed down the crowd to see a group of people at the front. Fruit and
vegetables in their hands and their eyes rested on Dean. He stepped back
slightly, making Dean do the same but he knew that wouldn't be enough. "We will
hold a funeral later on tonight, all should be present and Lucifer, my second,
will be crowned in a feast the following day. Stay strong, White-Bloods, I will
avenge your prince's death." There was a cheer and before anyone could do
anything, a red tomato was flung up in the air and it's squishy base landed on
Dean's face and coated him red. Castiel dragged him back and managed to dodge
him away from the other pieces of fruit coming towards his wife. He knew he had
to protect him. One, because Dean was pregnant and two because it was still an
image to keep up. 
A few people started shouting, remarks about the red-bloods but the people
throwing the fruit and vegetables were talking about Dean. "Stupid little cock-
sucker distracted them whilst their son was getting murdered!" 
"He should be hung!"
"Fuck him till he dies!"
"Watch him bleed, he'll pay for what he did!" Dean stumbled back and let
Castiel move him away from the balcony and away from the attacks, he pushed him
against the door and a maid-servant hurried over with a wash cloth. But before
she handed it to Dean, Castiel turned away, distracted by the commotion
outside, she spat on it and grinned at him. Dean swallowed and folded the cloth
so that he could still clean his face. Castiel turned back to him, a small
glare on his face and he was about to say something but instead he watched as
Dean silently cleaned his face, and handed the cloth over to the girl again.
His face was still lightly red but Castiel noticed it was because of his own
blood and the impact of the tomato instead of the actual stains. 
"They will be imprisoned." He offered small comfort, not really knowing why,
but Dean didn't seem to care. He slid down the wall solemnly till he sat down
and Castiel wished in that moment that he knew what he was thinking. However
both of them were disrupted by Samandriel rushing towards them, his expression
worrisome. 
"Are you okay? The guards have caught the men and they will be punished
accordingly."
"I'm fine, thank you." Dean answered, still not looking up. Samandriel paused
and looked up at Castiel who shrugged slightly. Naomi took that as her
opportunity to come towards Dean now, the doors shielding them from the outside
world and the balcony where Lucifer and Chuck still stood. She hauled him up
and pushed him against the wall once more, sneering in his face. Again, Dean
did nothing. 
"You have done nothing but humiliated this family since your arrival and you
will pay." Castiel sighed and pulled his mother back, nodding over to the
guards and servants watching them curiously, telling them to leave the room.
Dean stayed against he wall, all sense of fight and will leaving his body and
instead tiredness. He walked away from the family and was glad he remembered
the route to his room, he sauntered over to their bed and lay down on it.
Sighing when he smelt the covers and relaxing when he covered himself and let
his eyes droop. He prayed to anyone up there listening, to hear him, to take
him away from this place and to somewhere else.
 
For anything else. 
 
The light shone through the window and landed directly onto Dean's face, waking
him up from his deep sleep and making him realise that he had slept for the
entire day and night without anyone disturbing him. He pushed his body up,
having been laying on his stomach and wiped a little drool that had pooled
against his lips and he saw Castiel writing something on a parchment whilst
sitting on his stool. Dean saw that Castiel was clearly hunched over and
stressed about this but decided that he didn't care and once he double checked
that it was definitely the next day he walked over to the Prince. 
"How come you let me sleep?"
"There was no point in waking you up. Also, it would cause more stress and the
baby does not need that." Dean narrowed his eyes at this blatant lie, the baby
wasn't even a baby yet but if that was what Castiel thought, then he would
allow him some peace. 
"What happened after I...left?"
"Nothing. We calmed the crowd down and the attackers were arrested, my father
is thinking of their punishment." Dean nodded at this information. "You reacted
-differently- to the situation than I thought you would have. Is there-"
"Is there any breakfast, I'm staving?" Castiel paused at this obvious change in
the subject and turned his head to look at Dean for the first time this day.
His wife's make up was extremely smudged and his hair was messy, he looked like
a mess. Castiel cleared his throat and stood up, realising that he too would
look like a slob.
"I am going to bathe. Ask the guards outside." Dean hesitated for a moment but
then he nodded, he watched Castiel enter the bathing room and slightly shut the
door but leaving it ajar. 
Dean paced to the door and opened it suddenly, looking at the guards who looked
down at him. He realised suddenly that most white-bloods were very tall. "May I
have some breakfast?" The guards nodded slowly but before Dean could enter the
room again, a guard grabbed his arm. The guard leant down and whispered in his
ear, the word 'Orange' and Dean yanked his arm away from the guard. "What is
wrong with you?" He hissed before storming into his room and slamming the door
shut, ignoring the frustrated look the guard gave him. 
Castiel heard the slam and so emerged from the room completely naked and wet,
wondering what was going on. Water trickled down his smooth body and Dean
couldn't help but follow the trail until it reached the Alpha's dick. "What
happened?" Castiel asked, his tone slightly angered. Dean decided not to tell
him about the strange guard and instead get rid of the naked Alpha in front of
him. But instead of speaking he just shook his head and shrugged, Castiel
rolled his eyes slightly and walked back into the bathroom. 
Dean hit himself mentally at the stupidness he just showed in front of Castiel
but realised that he didn't care anymore. He walked towards the bathroom and
shut the door, making sure not to look at the Alpha.
 
He'd bathe after breakfast. 
 
Dean didn't leave his room for two weeks after that incident. He spent the days
reading, writing, drawing and singing. He started to sew and to knit and even
though he found them incredibly dull he liked it better then sitting with Naomi
and the rest of her disgusting family. Castiel didn't touch him sexually and
even though Dean liked it that way, he felt rejected and his inner omega whined
at the lack of physical contact. Though there were arguments, they calmed down
a bit and it was now resorted to snarky comments and empty threats. The feast
to commemorate Michael and the coronation of Lucifer were events that it was
better Dean didn't go to and he didn't really care. The small amounts of money
that Castiel gave him so that he could go to town and buy something, he stored,
saving up for the day he ran away and never turned back. But that day seemed
far away, for now. Dean finally got his delivery's and the man had actually
managed to get the black silk but hadn't made the black velvet dress just at
that time. Castiel made a snide comment on how Dean could be a proper whore and
that was how their morning started out. 
"I'm not the one who comes home smelling like cheap Omega's every
night, sunshine." Castiel seemed embarrassed by this and he paled in the face,
Dean had gotten used to this as a sign of blushing. White bloods and their
weird anatomy. 
"You would know nothing of the matter, you sheltered red-blood." Dean scoffed
at the comeback and Castiel realised that he had lost this fight, he pulled
himself up and walked outside of the room, leaving Dean alone. Dean sighed and
pulled his legs up to rest his head on, he hated his life. He hated Castiel.
Before long he found himself smirking and he quickly put on the night gown made
of black silk. The night gown was shorter than the rest and if Dean sat up it
presented everything to his Alpha. Perfect. He managed to rest himself against
the bedside and practice a few positions before he waited for Castiel to come
back for lunch. He didn't have to wait long. The door opened slowly, enough for
Dean to get into position. A book resting on his lap with both legs up and his
slit and ass bare for Castiel to see if he sat at his desk. Castiel didn't look
at him for the entire time that he walked into the room, carrying two plates
 and stunning slightly before he sat on his desk. It was only when he turned
around and saw Dean that he realised. His eyes widened and he licked his lips
slightly, obviously interested. Dean let him have it for a bit before he
slammed his legs shut and sat up, covering himself with a thin cloth. 
"What's for lunch then. Alpha?" The word ‘Alpha’ made Castiel pause but he
gestured for the plates next to him, obviously wanting Dean to get it for
himself. Dean was happy to oblige. He sauntered over and picked up his plate,
bending down slightly next to Castiel to do so, he had made sure that he was
wet before and he knew his scent would entice the Alpha.
"What do you want to do after you eat?" Castiel asked, an innocent enough
question, though they both knew the hidden meaning. Dean smiled to himself
before looking at Castiel. 
"I was thinking of going shopping with Samandriel actually. Could I have some
money?" Castiel closed his mouth, a glare forming on his handsome face and his
scent turning from arousal to anger. Dean had won again, this was a very good
day indeed. 
"Very well. But next time you need money, why don't you get down on your knees
and beg the guards? I've heard that's how all the red-blooded Omegas do it."
Castiel sneered. Dean rolled his eyes and glared at Castiel, realising how
close they were. 
"Shut up."
"You know I once heard that nearly every night when your father gets bored of
your mothers...looseness, he goes and grabs himself a few child whores. Doesn't
even pay them. Just makes them-" Castiel's head turned sharply and he let out a
sharp exhale as Dean slapped him. It hurt Dean's own hand but he hid the pain
well with a grimace and he glared down at his husband. 
Castiel stood up and whilst Dean was expecting a hit or two he just heard the
clang of coins hit the table and Castiel storm out of the room. At least he
left money. Dean thought to himself smugly. 
It didn't take long for Dean to get ready after that and he joined Samandriel
in the stables, both of them feeding a few of the horses before setting off in
the carriage with Charles. They made simple small talk, neither talking about
Castiel, Michael, Naomi or the incident with the vegetables. It seemed like
forever until they got into the town, the bumpy road and constant singing from
Charles made Dean feel slightly sick and he allowed the fresh air to hit him
when he took a deep breathe as he was helped out. Today he was wearing a light
blue long gown with a small slit at the bottom, his neck and upper chest were
quite bare to allow people to scent him lightly and be able to tell that the
omega was pregnant and therefore the treaty was strong. He wondered what his
family's reaction was. He supposed they didn't care too much, it was what was
expected. 
"This way, I wanted to buy some ink." Samandriel lead Dean past the rude lady
they had bought the ink from previously and into the centre of the market. Dean
will never forget the transition from the poorer side to the richer, both being
significantly richer than the reds but the comparison still clear. It was
pathetic, really, how materialistic people could be. They spotted a small stand
in the back of a small corridor filled with different stalls and Samandriel
dragged Dean towards it. Whilst Samandriel was picking what ink he wanted and
what brushes, Dean looked around the area and before long he saw a small girl
with a ripped dress look at him with wide eyes. Dean followed her slowly,
ignoring the constant stares he got from people, people still clearly angry
about his existence especially after Michael's death. The girl scampered off
and Dean found himself jogging lightly to keep up with her, not realising how
far he had gone from Samandriel. He followed her past a stall and thought he
had lost her for a moment before he heard her giggle and saw her crouching down
to walk through a small tunnel, she pushed a rock in front of it as she moved
through it. Dean made sure no one was looking and then he followed her. As the
girl was moving, her face flushing with excitement, Dean realised what it was
about her that intrigued him. She was a red-blood.
"What's your name?" He asked as they entered a clearing, he didn't notice the
two other children there and he had his full concentration on the girl in front
of him. The girl turned around to him and furrowed her eyebrows. 
"Lucia." She said, she walked up to Dean. "Welcome." Before Dean could ask what
he was welcomed to, the two children ran up to the girl -Lucia- and pulled her
away and a taller, older Alpha grabbed Dean and slammed him into a nearby wall.
Dean tried to call for help but a hand was clasped against his mouth and as he
looked around the clearing he realised there was no one to help him anyway.
Where was he?
"Follow me." The red-blooded Alpha grunted. Dean didn't know what to do and so
he nodded, the Alpha liked the response and so let him go, walking away and
towards what seemed like tents in the far distance. Dean followed.
It seemed like it took forever for Dean to reach the tents but from the
enthusiasm from the children and the fact that he could still see how he
entered the area proved to him that it wasn't that long of a walk. He wondered
why these people were so exposed. And why they were living here and not in the
red-blood Kingdom.
"You are Dean Winchester?" A man asked, he didn't seem too angry and so Dean
nodded insecurely. The man seemed happy by this and smiled at the Alpha in
front of him. "You've done well, Ezra." Dean furrowed his eyebrows at this,
what were they talking about?
"Come, we don't have long." Ezra seemed to be fond of this man and Dean found
himself following the both of them into a tent, he kept a hand on his necklace
that Sam gave to him, a sharp edge between his fingers just in case but when
they entered there was...nothing. 
"What do you guys want?"
The man chuckled at this, "Ezra, leave. Let me talk to him alone." Ezra nodded
and patted Dean on the back before leaving the tent, Dean didn't like the touch
but did nothing to move away and he looked curiously at the man in front of
him. 
"What is happening?"
"Our tribe is called the Uluh tribe and we have wanted to talk to you, Dean
Winchester, for a long time now. We had thought you would have been the heir to
the throne, we forgot how backwards your father could be." Dean didn't know
what to say. And so he didn't say anything. "We find you of great importance
and we find that the way the people like you is a valuable gift we would have
needed."
"But I'm not the heir." The man nodded at this. 
"No, but that does not make you any less important." A pause. "As you know,
John Winchester is not a good King. He is corrupt, backwards and does not even
allow his own children - omega child - to leave the palace. However, the people
still loved you. They visited the castle grounds, they played with you, they
grew up with you or they got treated with respect by you. And now, you are
married to Castiel Novak, the least violent of his brothers-" Dean snorted at
this and the man did not look to amused but he carried on anyway, "a man you
can change to look at our ways and unite the two places together." Dean
couldn't help himself at this and he started to laugh. 
"What?" Dean giggled again. "You want me to-what? Change the man who - might I
mention- is extremely violent and then manage to twist all the courts and
people in charge to see things my way and then clash the two nations together?
Me? Myself?" The man did not answer. "Man, I must either be drunk or dreaming
because of all the things that has happened in the last ten weeks or so, this
is the stupidest."
"Castiel Novak is a good man." The man -omega- insisted. Dean observed the
Omega, they were old, fragile but looked like they had fought in many battles,
maybe even some between the red and white. Not that they were too long ago. "I
used to teach that boy and although he has a lot to learn he is willing and he
is capable. Unlike Michael and Lucifer, they are too entrapped in their fathers
ways." 
"Youused to teach him. Now he is a monster who abuses his wife and hates his
unborn child."
"He has always wanted a family, he will never hate an unborn child. I do not
know about what you are saying right now but I know that boy."
"Clearly not. He's a man, not a boy and people change." The Omega seemed to be
infuriated by this and he stepped closer to Dean, his pose threatening. Ezra
entered the tent, his head raised as looked at the scene in front of him, he
stepped forward slightly and the Omega stepped back. Dean observed this
curiously. 
"We have no time to talk now, you will be taken back and Ezra will escort you
to wherever you were last. Expect to hear from us soon." Dean snorted. 
"Whatever." Dean said, he followed Ezra out of the tent, not really sure what
was happening but he did know that he had to go back. "How come you guys live
here?" 
"We do not wish to live in the red-blood Kingdom and the White Kingdom does not
accept us." 
"Would you want to be accepted by them?"
There was a pregnant pause, "no." Was responded quietly. Dean nodded knowingly
at the answer, they reached the clearing and Dean quickly crouched to move
through the tunnel. "Stay safe, Dean." Ezra said, Dean paused at the informal
tone but he nodded slowly to Ezra before travelling down the tunnel. He reached
the end and moved the rock slowly to observe that the surroundings were clear,
he quickly emerged and closed the gap before stepping out and running into the
public eye, making sure he was seen. He heard a surprised gasp and felt someone
hugging him from behind and when he tuned around he saw Samandriel crying
softly into his shoulder. 
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Where were you?" Samandriel pulled away from Dean and observed the Omega.
"What happened? Why is your dress so dirty? Were you attacked?" Now, there were
two things Dean could do. Lie really badly and lose one of the only friends he
had or give him the answer he wanted. Dean nodded slowly and Samandriel hugged
him again. "Who? Tell me, we will find them and attack them." Dean chuckled
softly. 
"It wasn't too bad, they just roughed me up a little. I can't really remember
their faces. I just want to go back home." And as they walked back, Samandriel
holding onto Dean tightly, Dean realised that he needed a better way to talk to
these people. Not that he wanted to. Just that he needed to. 
They had finally sat in the carriage when Samandriel looked at him with a wide
grin. "I had wondered where you went and I was so annoyed because I wanted to
let you know about the surprise."
"Surprise?"
"Well, I was shocked by this as well but I'm sure that you and Castiel had an
agreement of sorts? During his...rut?" 
"What are you talking about Samandriel? Tell me." Dean narrowed his eyes and
Samandriel noticed the thick scent of anxiety and wondered what Dean thought he
meant, maybe nothing, maybe he was just being weary. 
"Your brother, Samuel. He's going to be here in the next day or two to stay for
at least two months. Castiel had asked your mother as well, apparently, but she
could not make it as she needed to stay with your father."
Dean shook his head in shock. "How come so soon? For the letter to have gotten
to Sam and for him to travel here...he must've written the letter during his
rut." Samandriel nodded slowly.
"My brother may be...harsh at times but he does keep his word." Samandriel said
with a smile. Dean nodded his head, still in shock and disbelief at what he had
just heard. 
"So, Sammy's staying here, for two months?" He smiled and looked down at his
hands. 
 
Castiel had, had a hard day and he was tired and needed sleep. He stalked off
from the courtroom into his bedroom and lay on the bed, groaning as his eyes
fluttered closed. However he only got a moments peace before he was interrupted
by the door opening loudly, a shocked gasp and when he turned around he saw his
brother fleeing the bedroom. Dean's head peaked through and he looked rather
amused. 
"I didn't know you slept naked now." Dean commented, he walked in and shut the
door behind him, deciding not to chase after Samandriel much to Castiel's
regret. Castiel suddenly felt the cold breeze and managed to weakly pull the
blanket over his body. He didn't even remember taking off his clothes. 
"I don't." Castiel shot back and he watched as Dean tensed, even though he was
too tired to act on what he was implying he loved to see the smug look on the
Omegas face vanish. "Why are you back so early?"
"I was attacked." It was then that Castiel noticed the dirt marks on Dean's
dress and a small bruise forming on his arm, he sat up, his body now alert as
his Alpha realised that someone had tried to kill the mother-to-be. 
"Who did this?" He growled, Dean spun around to look at him, confusion mustered
on his face and he watched as the Alphas eyes started to turn red. He sighed
and rubbed his flat stomach realising why Castiel's reaction was like this. 
"Relax, I'm fine. I didn't see who it was and it was barely an assassination. I
managed to fight him off." Dean paused. "I didn't get to see the face
underneath the mask." That'll cover any loose ends. "Anyway, I just needed to
get back and look presentable. Samandriel said he'd be here today and tomorrow
and I want to look well when my brother comes." Castiel released his shoulders
a bit and fell back onto the bed. 
"He told you."
Dean wondered why Castiel hadn't told him but kept the question to himself.
"Yes." 
"Why?" 
"It was a deal." Dean knew he was just going to get small answers and so he
just nodded, he turned to see his husbands exhausted state and smiled at the
fact that he got to see a white blood in such a vulnerable state. 
"You look and sound real pathetic so I'll let you sleep." Castiel growled lowly
at the comment but turned around and started to sniff his pillow, knowing his
pregnant mates scent was on it. 
"But, thank you." Castiel was asleep before he could hear the whispered comment
and Dean didn't know whether that was a good thing or not. 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the late update!!
     Stuff was happening !!
     I added a big time gap because it was hard to show a mourning family
     who didn't actually care about someone but rather their status.
     Though Castiel has calmed down a bit for this chapter because he is a
     little run down with everything that's happened. But that won't last
     too long!
     Next Chapter there will be more Sammy, Lucifer and Samandriel! Along
     with the rebellion people.
     Let me know what you think!
     P.S Sorry if it's quite short! But I needed to end at that part!
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