The Haunted and The Hunted - Destiel (A\B\O)

Chapter 9

Cole stood above the bed watching the sleeping omega. He was hesitating because he felt a pinch of remorse. This was an innocent man. A poor soul who unfortunately got dragged into this because he fell in love with the wrong person. Then he remembered why he was doing this in the first place and all emotion left his being. It would hurt the person he was actually after, more than this would hurt him.

With that in mind, he unplugged the heart monitor.

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The hospital doors slid open and in came Dean, running all the way to the front desk.

"Castiel Novak, what room is he in?" He asked hurriedly.

"Name" the woman replied, bored.

He sighed and told her his name. She looked up agitated. "Look, I don't know who you really are but a guy already came in here with that name. So unless you want me to call the cops, I suggest you beat it."

The alpha growled and threw his ID down in front of her. "Now you listen, sweetheart," he spat, "that guy that you stupidly let up there without ID, well bitch, that ain't me. So I suggest you give me my mate's friggin' room number before I take you're fake acrylics and cram them down your pie hole."

At that moment Michael, followed by three other officers, ran into the waiting room. "Let him through." He instructed, holding up his badge.

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Castiel opened his ocean eyes as he smelt an unfamiliar beta in the room. At first he thought it was just a nurse but then he saw a man standing over his bed. Before he could react a cloth came over his face, forcefully, cutting off his breathing.

Cole looked down into the innocent eyes of the man, who was struggling for his life by clawing at his hands.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, tightening his grip on the rag.

The Omega's eyes turned feline for a few seconds but faded away along with his lifeline. He pushed at the man's hand one last time but was it was once again, unsuccessful.

Instead he moved his quivering hand down to place over his midsection, a silent apology to the little life form growing there. An apology for not having the ability to rescue them both in this moment and one for not having the chance to hold them in his arms or give them an amazing life.

I'm so sorry, he thought, a tear escaping his sapphire eyes and cascading down his face.

He then closed his eyes about accept defeat when the force on his face was suddenly ripped off. His eyes shot open as his lungs filled with air again, this time an all too familiar scent accompanying it.

Dean.