The Bodyguard (is the Omega)

4.

Castiel was not the man for this job. Dean was impulsive, reckless, mesmerising. Talking to him for five minutes made Castiel feel like he was going out of his mind, annoyed and enticed all at once. Maybe that's what they meant by star power, Dean made Castiel feel like he was the only guy in the room of any interest to him. Made Castiel want to show off and press him against the nearest flat surface if he was honest with himself. No president's ever made him feel that way, that's for sure. Castiel smiled wryly as he stormed out, it's one thing to risk his professional reputation playing with fire but he wouldn't risk his friendship with Sam over it.

Sam wasn't letting him get away with his power play exit though, he was running after Castiel down flights of sandstone stairs, like some long legged prince charming. Castiel was no Cinderella, he wasn't going to buy into this fairytale romance. Damn those elongated limbs, Sam was catching up with him.

"Castiel, just wait."

"I'll pay you back for the flight," Castiel called out over his shoulder.

A figure darted out from the bush, wrapping a hand around Castiel's ankle. Castiel's training kicked in and he had the assailant flipped over, arms behind his back and face dangling over the edge of the pool in one fluid movement.

"You don't like hide and seek?"

Castiel looked down at the young man. He was in his late teens or early twenties, Castiel recognised him as Dean's pool companion. He let go abruptly, this was someone important to Dean.

"How about 'what's the time Mr Wolf'?"

Castiel studied the sunny face before him. Blonde hair, blue eyes, fox like features. This person bore no genetic resemblance to the Winchesters. Yet he did have freckles and the way he widened his eyes and smiled was like an innocent friendly version of Dean's more flirtatious grin.

"Are you Jack?" Castiel asked, a little hesitant, he had expected Dean's foster child to be younger.

Jack nodded. "You're the new bodyguard aren't you?"

"What makes you think that?"

"I heard Dean yelling, when you were coming out. He always sounds mad when he's firing a bodyguard."

"I was not fired, I quit," Castiel retorted. "You are very observant aren't you?"

"Yeah and I'm keeping a real good eye on Dean," Jack said proudly. "If anyone comes at us, I'll fight them. That's why I'm training myself with hide and seek and games like that. I'm going to be a stealthy ninja."

"That is smart," Castiel laughed.

"Dean and Sam tell me I'm smart and good. I'm not sure. My mom used to say I am but my dad didn't think so. I live with Dean and Sam now. Don't worry Dean can sound scary but he's not."

Castiel's shoulders slumped. "I am not afraid of Dean."

"You smell scared," Jack looked up, the alpha rings fine slivers around his blue eyes, giving them an aqua green hue. "Every time I say Dean's name, you smell ... minty."

Jack was closing his eyes and puffing his chest up and down. "Not peppermint, maybe spearmint, or chocolate mint. Kind of tingly and hot and cold at once ..."

Jack was rocking a little on his feet, zoning out, one shoulder slung down lopsided as if he was going to wobble off his feet any moment.

"Jack," Castiel put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing to pull him out of the scent loop. "Listen to my voice, we're just talking okay. You don't have to scent so hard."

Jack opened his eyes, he looked a little orientated.

"Feel the pavement under your feet, does it feel warm or cool?"