The Hunt of Love

The Wolf Will Prey

Cas's POV
Then he leaned forward and kissed me, right on the lips. He nipped at my lip for a while then hit me with an open mouthed kiss that I took gratefully. His wolf was obviously taking control and my Panther was letting him for some reason. He pulled away from my mouth and kissed the side of my neck, sending tiny shivers down my spine. I felt my cheeks heat up as he kissed along my collar bone, making me gently grab his face and pull it back up so I could kiss him again. His kisses became more rough and wanting until he pushed me gently onto the bed and pulled off his shirt. I watched as he held himself above me, bending down to kiss my lips or neck.
This shouldn't be different then what those other wolves were doing, except it was. He was gentle, and loving, and careful. He didn't want to scare me away and didn't want to do anything I didn't want. Where as dominating me was those other wolves intent. My thoughts got cut off as Dean kissed along the crook of my neck, making me produce a small moan of pleasure. I wanted to take things slow with him but my panther was holding the reins on me and my heat hit me, making the alpha growl a little.
"You smell so good omega..." And then everything became a blur as his alpha took charge. Clothes were off in seconds and before I knew if he was pressing into me, earning a muffled noise of pain as he pushed all the way in. It hurt for a second then he just kept a steady pace, making me moan and squirm under his touch. Eventually his pace became sloppy as he hit his climax and a knot formed, him bending down and biting harshly on my neck, drawing blood and biting deep, but bonding us as mates. Then everything went hazy as he rode out his knot then rested next to me, spooning against my back and cooing in my ear. Eventually he pulled on some boxers, pulled up the blankets and we fell asleep, him in a bliss and me in a drunken confusion of pain and pleasure. I am positive that sleep didn't come but that I must've passed out at some point because soon enough, my eyes were cracked open.
   A small bit of sunlight, beaming through the blinds on the window, illuminated the room. Where was I? What happened? Memories of last night came into mind as I felt Dean's breath mist across my neck. I sat up a little and turned my head only to produce a pained noise as I reopened the wound on my neck.

Dean's POV
   I jolted awake to the sound of omega in distress, my omega, my mate. Shit. I looked over and horrifyingly saw a large bite mark encasing his neck that had blood caked around it and seeping down. He whimpered as I leaned over and looked at it closer then got out of bed, grabbing the first aid kit under the sink and bringing it back over to the bed. I tentatively sat him up and had him sit on the edge of the bed as I got to work cleaning and dressing the bite. I cleaned off the dried blood then gently rubbed some rubbing alcohol into the wound to clean it. He winced from the alcohol, making me hate myself even more. I quickly sewed up the worst bits and pressed a gauze pad over it, bandaging it into place. I sat crouched in front of him on the ground, looking up at his scarred torso that had sickly shades of bruises and nasty marks.
I grabbed his sweatshirt and boxers and handed them to him, helping him with the sweatshirt and letting him handle the boxers. I faced out the window as he stood and pulled on the boxers, quietly sitting back down on the bed after a minute. I looked at him, with a pain in my heart and an ache beating against my skull. His hair was a black curly mess and his eyes wandered as faint dark circles were present under his beautiful blue eyes. He looked mournful or sad but not angry in the slightest. Eventually he looked down at his hands, neatly folded in his lap, and let out a breath that he had apparently been holding.

Cas's POV
   "I'm sorry." Dean was obviously shocked but I didn't know what else to say.
  "What? Oh baby no." Dean pulled me against him, sitting so his legs were on either side of me so I could rest my back against his chest. He rested his nose against the good side of my neck, thinking to himself.
"I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"What people will say... Or do."
"I'm not letting anybody ever harm you again and I don't give a damn what people say or think." I nodded and closed my eyes, my throat feeling like sandpaper.
   "Thank you."
   "For what?"
  "Everything I guess. I wouldn't even be here right now if you hadn't come." Dean nodded and kissed the small of my neck. I laughed to myself a little bit thinking about something. "You know something?"
  "What?"
   "You are really rough in bed."
   "Oh, sorry. Guess I don't know my own strength." He chuckled a little and God, it was the most heart warming chuckle ever.
   "It's fine, kind of enjoyable actually."
   "Oh really?" I nodded and sat back against him, tracing different parts of his arm with my finger. He had the perfect olive skin and flecks of freckles everywhere. Also, his morning hair was the greatest thing ever. All messy and spiked up, a mass of short hair. "We should probably get some food, it's still early enough to go before anybody else is supposed to get there."
   "I- um... S-sure" and in that moment my entire mood changed from the content and safe omega to a skittish and frightened one. I kept my outside scent happy and strong but I knew it would waiver soon enough and I wouldn't be able to stay strong.
   "If you don't want to I can just go get food and bring it back." I nodded my head no and he captured my lips with his own for a short kiss before getting out of bed. He pulled on a t-shirt and sweatpants as I grabbed my own sweatpants and carefully pulled them on. I walked right behind his shoulder as we exited the room and went down the hall and into a large dining room which I presumed was the mess hall or whatever they say.
   "Alpha, where's the b-bathroom?" He pointed at a set of doors that had been marked male and female. He proceeded to go and get our food as I carefully opened the door and went inside the males bathroom, checking for people before relieving myself. I had just washed my hands and was going to grab some paper towels when two people entered the bathroom. One limping and the other with a broken arm, their scents hit me like a truck as I recognized them as the wolves that... Well, you know what happened.
   "Ah shit man, look at that! He came to us!" They started coming closer to me so I waited until I kicked out at the damaged leg, knocking one of them down and allowing me to jump over him and run for the door. I almost made it when a hand was clamped over my mouth and I was grabbed from behind. I bit down on the hand making them release me and I flung open the door, running out and back to Dean's room. As I sat on the window bench in the corner I rocked myself a little, a soft knock hitting against the door, startling me.
   "Omega? Cas? Babe are you in there?"
   "Y-yes." Dean entered the room holding a tray of food and shut the door behind him, set the tray on the bed and came over to me. He reached up and wiped a small bit of blood away from my mouth that I hadn't noticed. "It's not mine if that's what you're worried about."
   "Who's is it?"
   "I don't know their names but it was two of the wolves who... Attacked me." I could instantly feel the anger coming from him so I reached my hand down and lightly cupped his face, looking him in the eyes. "I'm alright, just a bit frightened."
Dean calmed a bit and stepped away after a while, sitting on the bed and pulling off his shirt. I got up and grabbed a pair of shorts out of my bag, changing out of my sweatpants and into the shorts which were much more comfortable. I sat on the bed and scooted over to Dean who was sitting with his elbows on his knees, thinking about something. I ran a soft hand up his back and leaned lightly against him.
"It's alright." He jerked and stood up quickly, facing me as I caught myself from almost toppling off the bed.
"It's not alright Cas! They tried raping you and lord knows what they would've done to you in that bathroom! I said you could trust me and that I wouldn't let anybody hurt you and yet I did! I put you in harm's way!" I flinched every time he would start raising his voice but he wasn't looking at me so I prayed his wouldn't notice.
"I do trust you, there was no way of knowing they would go in there at the time they did. I don't need to be watched all the time especially when I won't be super outnumbered. Yes they did almost rape me but I fought and that's why I have the scars that I do, because I am not weak. I was outnumbered, one against seven and heaven knows that I wasn't outnumbered by much this time and that's why I am here now. You can protect me or help me all you want but don't ever blame yourself if I get hurt." Dean stopped as if something finally clicked into place with him and he came over to me.
"Lift up your sweatshirt."
"What?"
"Cas, take off your sweatshirt."
"Why? Is it because of the bruises or did I get stabbed?"
"Cas, please." I looked to the side and bit my lip, pulling my knees up to my chest and sitting on the bed.
"I... No, Dean I am trusting that you trust me. So don't make me take off my sweatshirt and show you the aftermath of what happens to people like me." Dean scratched the back of his head then sighed.
"Yeah, yeah sorry."
"Why do you want me to anyways?"
"To confirm something."
"And what would that be?"
"Your last relationship was bad, wasn't it."
"Dean, I don't-"
"He abused you, didn't he?" And in that moment it felt like my whole world came down on top of me. I've never told anybody so how did he figure out. Is it that obvious? I bit my nail.