SUPERNATURAL SMUT

A is for Alpha

Ship: Destiel.

Orientation: Dean; Alpha, Castiel; Omega.

Relationship: Not established.

Notes: AU where wings can be seen and a slave market exists.

WARNINGS: Explicit, slave market, biting, knotting, mention of breeding.

Dean was never very into the whole ownership thing. Not as in owning his submissive because fuck if he didn't want to dominate. He just doesn't like the idea of buying and legally owning an omega. But he does like the idea of saving one from the market. Him and his younger brother both. Even though his brother is an omega himself, there are still alphas in the slave market as well. So once Sam turned eighteen and they rounded up enough cash, they drove to a slave market known to be one of the worst to hopefully buy and set free a few slaves. Neither of them have any intent of forcing them to be their partners but if that happens to come of it than it's a bonus.

"Are we almost there yet?" Sam looks at Dean impatiently, his hair fluffy and all over the place. Dean chuckles and nods.

"Just a few more miles Sammy. Have you decided on who you wanna let go?" Dean glances at Sam and smiles earnestly. Sam furrows his brow and huffs.

"I dunno. I'll see when we get there. You're going for the omega in worst condition right? So you can help them?" Sam asks curiously. Dean nods softly.

"It kills me to see them treated like that. If I had enough money i'd buy em' all and free em'. Maybe start my own rehabilitation center." Dean sighs softly. He can dream.

"I would too. I can't believe this is legal..." Sam states softly as they pull into the parking space in front of a huge building. It looks nice on the outside with perfect landscaping, walkways and polished windows.

Disgusting

Dean keeps his brother close as they walk into the buildings lobby. A woman sitting at the front desk. Dean walks up and taps the desk softly to get the woman's attention.

"May I help you sir?" She looks up at him fondly as she pulls up a tab on her desktop.

"Me and my brother have an appointment with Crowley? Should be under the name Dean Winchester." Dean watches the woman carefully. The whole atmosphere of the place freaks him out.

"Oh, yes! You may use the elevator to get to the top floor where his office is, it's the only door up there." She slides a pin card across the desk. Dean nods and takes it as he guides Sam to the elevator.

They slowly rise to the top floor, the bland music in the background all too normal for what happens in this place. They get to the top floor, the doors sliding open just to reveal another door around twenty feet in front of them. No other doors in the narrow hall. Dean gives Sam a weary look as he leads him to the door, knocking softly. He looks at the little screen attached to the wall and he remembers he has a pin card. He lets the screen do it's scan and the door clicks open. The brothers slowly walk into the room to see a man sitting at a desk, dressed in a nicely kempt suit, crimson tie that match the faint tinge of red in the mans eyes.

"Dean and Sam, welcome to the slave trade." He sits up and smiles. "My name is Crowley, and I will be your dealer today. I assume you've looked into it and don't need the whole gamble on things. So tell me what it is you two are looking for." Crowley gazes at them with such a look of innocence that Dean feels like vomiting.

"Well. For starters. My name is Dean, this is my younger brother Sam. He doesn't know what he wants yet but I want an omega. And I want the worst conditioned omega you have. I don't need to know what happened to him or her. I don't need to give you my reasons. Just show me to them." Dean doesn't let his stone cold gaze falter, even when Crowley's nice smile turns uneasy.