Take The Heart I Never Wanted to Give

2

"Gabriel?" Castiel Novak called to his fraternal twin brother from outside his bedroom.

"Go the fuck away!" Came the angry reply.

"Gabriel, it's me, Castiel."

There was a brief pause of silence before the shuffling of feet against carpet and the unlatching of locks could be heard from the other side of the door. The door slowly opened to reveal a small man with disheveled brown hair with faint natural blonde highlights and honey colored eyes that were red rimmed and puffy. He was dressed in only a silk red robe and gray sweat that were slung low around his hips.

"Sorry, Cassie." He said with a broken chuckle. "I thought you were Lucifer coming to torment me again." He motioned for Castiel to come into his room with a slight wave. Gabriel shuffled across the plush white carpeted floor back to his large king sized bed and sat down at the edge of it, absently plucking at a loose thread on the deep purple satin duvet that covered his bed. Castiel silently sat next him, his cerulean blue analyzing his twin's vacant and dim golden eyes.

"Gabriel, are you okay? You look like you haven't slept since yesterday morning." Castiel asked quietly.

Gabriel laughed, the sound lacking the humor and wholeness that it usually held. "I haven't. And yeah, Cassie, I'm just peachy." He said bitterly. "My own mother decided to sell me off to some random alpha prince from some other fucking kingdom so I can be trained as a "proper omega fit for bearing children" Oh, and to make matters even more fan-fucking-tasting, I also have to move away from the only home I've ever known. And to top it all off, my knot headed older brothers are tormenting me about the whole fucking situation. But yeah." Gabriel said looking up at his younger twin with a bleak expression. "I'm just fine."

Castiel felt a pang of sympathy for his older twin. Ever since their mother, Naomi, had broken the news about what to was to happen to Gabriel, he hadn't been adjusting very well. It was still early in the morning and they had only a few hours before they had to pack up most of their things and head off to the Winchester kingdom.

"I'm sorry, Gabriel. I know how you feel about this—"

Gabriel scoffed, effectively making Castiel stop speaking, "You think you know how I feel about this?" He asked incredulously. "How could you possibly know how I feel about this. You're an alpha! A wealthy one! You're sitting pretty! You aren't being forced to be mated to some fucking alpha whose only interest in you is to use of you as a wet hole to stick their knot in!" Gabriel snarled.

Castiel visibly flinched at the sting of Gabriel's words. It was true. Being an alpha automatically made Castiel's situation in this arrangement their mother set up five times more easier than Gabriel's.

"All you have to do is try and mark that omega prince before Michael and Lucifer. The most that'll happen to you is that they'll  probably play dirty and try and injure you before you can try. That's it. That's the only hurt you're ever going to endure through this." Gabriel whispered. "Me? I'm gonna endure all the fucking emotional and physical pain possible from this." He pulled his knees up to his chest and crossed his arms on top of his legs so he could drop his head in between them.

Castiel hesitated, carefully choosing his words before nodding. "You're right." Castiel replied. "You do have it worse than me. I'd be wrong to say that our situations are equally disheartening. Still," Castiel said wrapping an arm around his twin, "you know how I feel about forcefully marking omegas and forcing them to be used solely for breeding and sexual purposes. Everyone in this castle knows my views on that. I'd sooner cut off my own knot than force myself on an omega."

"Mother isn't going to "force" you to do anything." Gabriel mumbled into his sleeve of his robe

"It may not be force for Michael and Lucifer considering they would enjoy that, but it's force for me." Castiel replied, a disgusted scowl crossing his face at the mere thought of forcing himself on an omega. "I'm not saying that's any worse than what you have to go through, but you've got to undestand, I don't want to do this anymore than you do. I don't. You've got to believe me."