Take The Heart I Never Wanted to Give

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John Winchester has yet to be surprised by his sons actions. However distant they may be from him, he could predict their actions and thought process' moments before they ever carried them out. That being said, it was because of this that he was the only one who didn't react when his two older sons came storming into the Council Room, eyes alight with fury and fists clenched white.

"What the fuck!" Dean shouted.

"When we're you going to talk to us about this?" Sam asked. His voice wasn't calm, far from it, but he was significantly more reserved in his fury than his older brother

John sighed and plucked a random wine glass from the table, downing it quickly. The minute the proposition had been finalized by him and his council and word had spread, he knew his sons would find out and vehemently protest, violently if they do desired. Each member of his council gave each other worried glances, more than likely they had the same thought process of how violent his sons' could get and who would be the first of the council to be on the receiving end of that violence.

John ignored their worried glances, leaning forward in his chair to fix his children with an unwavering stare. "The decision has already been made," he said after a moment. "It is final. Even if I wanted to change my mind, it is what's best for the kingdom. We need this alliance."

"Bullshit," Dean spat. "The only constant threat to kingdom has been the Leviathans and they haven't been seen in nearly a year."

"We don't know that for sure." John replied evenly. "There's been sightings. Several over the past month. We're not equipped to handle an attack if they suddenly reappear again. You know that just as well as I do."

"So your solution is to align yourself with some random kingdom from the North and mate Dean off to some random alpha and in return force an Omega to mate with me?" Sam asked incredulously.

"To protect our kingdom, yes."

"That's garbage," Dean said. "Absolute garbage. I won't do it."

"Neither will I," Sam said.

A laugh bellowed out from one of the council members, Alastair, an older looking man with cruel, dark eyes that bore straight into Sam and Dean's. "It's amusing watching you two protest like you have any will to stop this." His eyes shifted so that they focused solely on Dean, an especially heinous look etched into his featured, "You especially have no say, omega Prince. You will be mated to whomever we see fit. If the situation ever called for it, one of us could even mate you." His cracked lips pulled back in an crooked smirk, revealing yellow stained and chipped teeth.

Dean lunged immediately for Alastair, Sam grabbed him, repeatedly telling him he wasn't worth it before Dean eventually stopped struggling and bristled quietly next to his brother. Alastair had ached after Dean ever since he presented at the age of sixteen. He hadn't been desperate enough to make any physical attempts at that age, but he found ways to corner him, scent him and tell him the filthy things he would do to him when he's older. When Dean turned 20 Alastair enacted his first physical assault on Dean, pinning him to a wall and groping every exposed piece of skin he could get his hands on. That attempt, however, had ended Alistair up with a nasty scar that stretched from his hair line to the bottom of his lip. After that he had lessened his attempts on him. Yet he still regularly harassed Dean, and called him filthy words when he would pass by.

"Hold your fucking tongue before I rip it from your mouth." Sam snarled next to Dean. His brother stood but a few inches taller than him, though he was only twenty-two and Dean twenty-six.

Alistair glared coldly at the tall alpha prince, a retort evident on his lips, but he instead gave him a bow of an apology, "Apologies, your Highness." Alastair said, a sneer carefully concealed in his eyes.