The Bodyguard (is the Omega)

18.

Castiel regretted every foible he indulged in with Dean. The end of January dragged on as Dean veered from frosty silence to overt hostility. He was increasingly difficult to work with, because he was always either avoiding Castiel or staring at him with simmering anger. He was rude and obnoxious at times, drank too much during the day, smoked too much on his balcony at night. And while Castiel's days were filled with regret about sleeping with Dean and messing up their working relationship, his nights were filled with longing. The sort of aching feeling like he was missing something important. To make matters worse his body was completely out of balance, his heat never ended only receded into something underlying, like a sulking predator lurking in the shadows just waiting to catch Castiel unawares. His libido felt like it had caught fire and been extinguished all at once, replaced by mounting anger that made Castiel snappy and short tempered. The other bodyguards treated Castiel with caution, Samandriel hid most of the time, Hannah was concerned, Charlie called him out a couple of times but when she realised how miserable Castiel was she put up with his moods. Eventually Castiel could manage himself while he was working and bottled up the angst for the times he could retreat to his cottage. It was not a sustainable arrangement but Castiel didn't plan to stick around for too much longer. Donna was making progress on her investigation and Hannah and Samandrial were almost trained up.

Dean threw a pool party with booze and beautiful models in the first week of February, making sure Sam kept Jack out of the house with a camping trip. There were so many uninvited guests the whole security team was run off their feet vetting people at the gate, while Castiel stood close by Dean, having to watch him drink and frolic with beautiful guys and gorgeous girls. Crowley lapped it all up, praising Dean for 'networking' so well at the start of Oscars season.

One uninvited guest was Micky D, Castiel made sure he turned the dancer away personally. Promising him a restraining order if he tried to come near Dean again. Micky D looked Castiel up and down, nose twitching.

"You smell weird man," he said. "Like you're going sour. Why don't you and me get out of here, Dean looks busy enough with those triplets."

Castiel studied Micky, the murky hazel eyes too yellow to be called green, his passing resemblance to Dean enhanced with cosmetics and probably medical procedures.

"He'll hardly notice you're gone," Micky smiled, hand going to his mouth, fingers tracing the plump outlines of his own lips lasciviously. "Won't take long, I'll have you smelling sweet as candy in no time."

"I thought you had a boyfriend," Castiel said. "Crowley mentioned one at the hospital, you know, last time I sent you there."

"He's a fly by night," Micky D said casually. "Just some random I met at a hobby club. Not very dependable. Thinks he's my boyfriend but I just use him for sex. Know what that's like? Anyone use you lately?"

"Yeah, okay, I'll go into the shadows with you. Where that car's waiting where you think I can't see it. Real jealous boyfriend huh."

Micky D swallowed, grinning feebly.

"It'll take us a minute to walk through those tree together, before your backup can help you. That's enough time for me to put you down and then I'll deal with him." Castiel said in a low whisper. "Please, I would love to do that to you, both of you."

Micky was already stepping back. He didn't say anything, just turned and ran for the car. Castiel sighed and wandered back to Dean's side. He had hoped for a distraction.

"Who were you talking to?" Dean asked him, passing the triplets he'd been drinking with over to Crowley.

"Just an unwanted guest." Castiel said dismissively. "Everything's under control."