Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 2

Deam blinked as his Father snapped his fingers in front of his face
The Prince forced himself to focus and looked at the concern in his Father's eyes.
"Dean boy I said are you alright?" John said for what was probably not the first time.

"Oh? Yes sorry Father I-I'm alright." Dean stammered his tongue felt so thick in his mouth and his throat ran drier then the fields of Hell.
He knew this day would come eventually. He had only prayed to whatever force was out there that it wouldn't be this soon.
"W-when do I head out?"

John sighed and squeezed Dean's shoulder his scent calming and Dean couldn't resist the fact he relaxed into it a little.
"I already told you. After breakfast. The carriage will be waiting, you will take the standard carriage a normal commoner would instead of a Prince. It should keep highwaymen away... Between that and your escort everything should be fine. Your brothers and I will be out in a month to assure you are taken care of and treated well."

Dean nodded his brain still trying to process all of this.
"Right." Dean cleared his throat and straightened up as John pulled him into a tight hug. Dean swallowed in his Father's sharp scent and sighed.
"I'll be ready soon."

Dean quickly excited room and let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.
He wasn't ready for this.
He wasn't ready to settle down. The thought of having children terrified him, moving to a foreign country made his heart stop, the idea of marrying a man ten years older made his stomach churn, the very notion of sharing a heat with an Alpha, well, being knotted and claimed was the lowest thing on his to do list.

Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
He wasn't ready.
Dean knew he was still practically a child! He had only been 18 for two months! And he was going to marry someone almost 30!?
His Father was insane.

But all of this would be for the better of two kingdoms.
Dean knew he had to do this for his kingdom.
His people.
Dean put a hand over his heart as he felt the organ want to burst from his chest. Taking deep breaths he began to calm down and finally would be making his way down to his brothers and step mother for breakfast.
As Dean entered the dining room his brothers and step mother, Kate, were already seated.
Dean took his place on the left of his father, Kate across him, beside her Adam, beside Dean, Sam, John at the head.

Everyone was quiet a moment. Especially Dean who, by now would have been talking all about whatever came to mind and cracking jokes.
Adam tilted his head and looked from his Father to his brother in concern.
"What did you and Dad need to talk about?"

Kate raised an eyebrow. The Beta Queen already knew, but she thought John would inform all the boys
John cleared his throat to speak before Dean could.
"The War with Heaven and Hell is over. At least for now anyway, therefore Dean will be heading out this morning to Heaven to be there when his future husband arrives."

Sam gripped his cup a little tighter and couldn't suppress the growl that rumbled his chest.
The sudden aggression made Dean flinch and John narrow his eyes. Kate stiffened and Adam frowned.
"Sam. You are Not to growl at your Father and King." John remained calm but the warning was obvious

"What if Dean isn't ready to get married? What if the Pronce is actually cruel? What if Dean is treated poorly? Then we're powerless once they're married and mated." Sam tried to keep his voice calm but the anger was bubbling and leaking through his scent.

Dean hated when these things happened. Sam had presented as an Alpha and ever since he and their Father never really got along.
Stupid Alphas and stupid naturally competitive biology.
Regardless Dean couldn't help but feel small around angered Alphas. It was the curse of his naturally motherly and submissive biology of an Omega. He hated it.
He fought it.
But he couldn't help who he was stuck as.
Dean bit the inside of his cheek to stifle the slightly scared whimper that clawed at his throat. He blinked a few times and made sure to fight the instinct to shrink away from his angered Father and brother.

John remained calm even though his tone was flat and cold. Everyone knew he was keeping a growl back.
"Dean and I have talked about this. He is fine to accept his fate and aide the peace and prosperity of not his own but two kingdoms. He will be treated fairly and well or it's war. So is the conditions of the treaty."

Sam frowned and once again growled as he stood up from his chair. The wood legs made a horrid scraping noise against the marble floor that made Adam, Dean and Kate flinch.
"He's not a bartering chip! He is your SON! Your own flesh and blood! You can't just sell him off to the highest bidder like an animal! I'm so very sorry he wasn't an Alpha but you can't do this to him!" Sam raised his voice in a threatening growl and this time  Dean did let out an involuntary whimper.

The smell fo anger came off Sam and John in nauseating waves that made the Omega Prince want to curl up and die.
John stood and let out a low growl that startled Dean and yes to the Prince's regret made him yelp like a scared pup.
"You have no right to tell me how to run my family! You are to go to your room! You are not permitted to come out until we see Dean off, then you are back in your room! Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear!?"

Sam simply growled before he noticed Dean staring down at his breakfast with a startled look. He watched as Dean wiggled his nose and was biting the inside of his cheek.
Sam frowned. He hated the effect that his aggression had on his brother.
Sam gave Dean an apologetic look before shooting a glare to John and storming out of the dining room.

John sat back down and looked at Dean with a sigh.
"I'm sorry for the outburst Dean. I know how it makes you feel and I'm very sorry. But your brother cannot speak to me in that manner."

Dean swallowed and looked up. He knew his Dad hadn't meant to use that tone.
"I understand. It's alright Father really... I will go pack some of my things now." He stood giving John a small bow before heading out and towards his bedroom.