Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 18

Something was burning, or at least smelled that way. There was the sound of a steady dripping somewhere behind him, the whole room had the wretched smell of angered and aroused Alpha and it made Dean's head shoot up.
Bad idea.
His whole head throbbed with the sudden movement, a sharp pain jolted down his spin and his vision blurred and swam around, he could feel his heart in his ears and quickly closed his eyes with a long groan.

"Ah, the Princess Bitch is awake." A voice off to Dean's left spoke, it was a voice that was uncomfortable on his ears, slimy and through the nose.

Dean cracked his eyes open and lifted his head slowly, he didn't want a repeat of the sudden pain and nausea caused by him whipping his head around.
"Who's there?" His voice croaked, the assaulting smell of fire and Alpha made him wrinkle his nose. It was so brash and made his nose itch and his eyes sting. He rather be around anyone else, even that Lilith lady with her overpowering perfume was a welcome to this.
Still Dean didn't immediately see anyone and that concerned him greatly.

There was a grating sound, like a chair against a stone floor, it stopped in front of Dean and his nostrils were attacked with the overpowering smell of burning coals and ash.
"You don't know me, but I know you."

Dean opened his eyes again and came face to face with the Alpha.  His eyes held nothing but curiosity and something Dean couldn't place, but it made him try to move away.
Fat chance.
He was tied tightly to a chair, restraints on his wrists, ankles, chest. The demon Alpha before him leaned to close to the Omega's face for comfort and laughed. He wreaked of Alchohol and anger, of Omegas and sweat.
It was repulsive.
"That doesn't answer my question." Dean bite out setting his jaw to glare at his kidnapper "And if you know me you know I won't die without putting up a fight."

"Oh I know." The Demon smiled as he pet his fingers down Dean's cheek

Dean snapped his head to the side and grabbed the hand in his mouth and bite down as hard as he could.
When the demon tried to pull his hand away Dean bit down harder and shook his head around like a dog with a tennis ball.
The Alpha growled and his free hand came around the back of Dean's head and grabbed the short hair tugging the Omega's head back
Dean gasped and released the demon's hand from his mouth, the tang of warm blood on his tongue and he couldn't give a shit.

He wasn't some defenseless whore, he wasn't a damsel in distress and he'd be damned if this dick tried to use him without him giving him Hell.
Dean let out a low rumbling growl, it would of been more intimidating if he were an Alpha, but Omega's could be dangerous.
Dean could be Dangerous.
His father had made sure he knew how to defend himself, especially if the attacker were to try and use his biology against him
"Do you really now?" Dean growled spitting some of the Alpha's blood from his mouth. By the sound of the deep angry growl Dean judged he had hit the man's face. It was really hard to see anything with the room so dim.

Dean's head whipped to hard to the left as an open hand came across his cheek
"You are in no position to threaten or attack me wrench!" Dean licked his lips ignoring the taste of the other man's blood and the sting of his lip as he turned back to stare into those white emotionless eyes of his captor

He had a million insults he wanted to hurl at the Alpha, a million things to say, but he bit the inside of his cheek and fought the urge to bite out a simple few words that would really tick this guy off.
Instead he chose a safer route
"Can I at least get a name?"

The Alpha seemed to pause at that and in the dim light Dean caught the glint of the demons horns, curved up and to the sides from above his white dead eyes, one of them was much shorter than the other, probably broke. But there was no rustle of leathery wings though, which confused Dean. Didn't all demons have menacing black wings?
"My name?"

The way he said it made Dean's blood run cold, even with the icy fear running through his veins he felt himself sweating a little, his entire body ached, and that was a bigger problem. If he went into heat, with this guy he was sure it wouldn't end well.
"Yes. Afterall as a Prince I am more comfortable knowing to whom I am addressing." He pulled out the proper English, held his head up a little bit, blood on his chin and tied to a chair didn't mean he could forget the manners he had struggled to teach his brothers.

"My name? Oh dear Omega, I want you to know my name. I want you to remember it. For it to be ingrained in your mind, to be the subject of your nightmares. The very word to cause you to panic."

Dean swallowed hard. This could not be good. This was not going to end well. By the way the Alpha had moved back into his personal space and was to close to his face, the way that nasally voice seemed to relish in how it grated on his ears, or the way the Demon smiled with a light flash if fangs and a flare of nostrils. He could smell Dean's fear, he had been keeping his face calm and his scent betrayed him.

"My name dear boy. Is Alistair."

Dean froze at the mention. He had heard of him before, a chief torturer for the King of Hell.
Dean was alone with him. Tied up. Vulnerable.
Alone with Alistair.