Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 20

Dean bit the inside of his cheek, he wasn't caving. He had been in there for he lost count of how many minutes.
Dean had been keeping track of the minutes in an attempt to keep his mind in check, but it was hot in here, his clothes were sticking to the sweat on his body, and everything ached. Then there was the smell, over however long he had been in here, tied up and alone, the lingering smell of that horrid Alpha suddenly didn't smell so bad.
And it was a heart stopping thought.

As much as the smell of the Alpha on the far side of the room seemed, the only smell Dean actually wanted near him was coffee beans and old paper. It was weird, but that's all Dean wanted. But honestly, the longer he stayed here, with Alistair, the less repulsing the Alpha seemed.
Dean bit the inside of his cheek again and squirmed in his seat with a grunt.
His knees ached and his back hurt, he knew what was going on, and the thought terrified the Prince.

"Right now I believe you understand what is happening to your body." Alistair's sleazy voice purred from somewhere behind Dean.

Dean let out a startled yip as suddenly something was put over his eyes and a blindfold was tied behind his head. The burning smell of the Alpha was so close and Dean had to fight the urge to lean towards it, instead a rather undignified whimper clawed out of his throat as the scent and heat of Alistair moved away from behind him.
The Prince whipped his head around in slight panic as now he was completely in the darkness. At least before he had a dimly lit room, now with the blindfold he had nothing.
Dean tried to keep his breathing steady but it was getting hard. He heard the scrape of the chair against the concrete floor and the heavy footsteps of Alistair's boots, then silence. Other then the steady drip in the corner.

The Omega focused on breathing, in, and out. In, and out, but it didn't stop the visible flinch the Prince had when the voice started so very close to his face
"You, my dear Bitch, are going into heat. You'll be begging me to do something to you by morning." Alistair hissed.

The Alpha was so close to Dean's face he could practically taste the alchohol on the Demon's breath. It was nauseating. Yet, Dean had to fight the urge to try and get closer and that disgusted him to no end. He wasn't some knot hungry whore and he hated his body for trying to say otherwise.
It made the Prince feel completely disgusting and he tried to shift in his seat and pray the Alpha wasn't smelling anything

Wrong.
Alistair chuckled a deep sinister kind of chuckle. It made Dean freeze and his breath hitched, his heart stopped for a second and it sent a freezing cold shiver straight down his spin, filled his scent and mind with fear. The word danger rocketing through his mind. Tearing at the seems and he felt the urge to get away stronger than he did before.
"Dear boy, you can't hide what you are. No matter if your built like an Alpha, or if you pretend you're something else. You are, always have been, and always will be an Omega. This includes everything that comes with that." Alistair gripped Dean's chin and the Prince remembered to breathe.

Dean tried to pull his face out of Alistair's hand but the demon only gripped his face harder, his fingers digging into the Human's cheeks, and it hurt like Hell.
He swallowed heavily and wished he could see what was happening, or what was going to happen, he tried to squirm away, the rope digging into his wrists when he heard what sounded like a heavy doorway opening.
A womans sharp voice sliced through the air and the hand that had been brusing his face in its tight grip released him

"Alistair, I thought I had heard you had returned." The click clack of the woman's shoes echoed in the room before stopping in front of Dean. "He is a pretty one for sure." Dean flinched as cold delicate fingers combed through his hair, only to slide down his cheek and lift his chin "He smells simply Devine." She purred so close to his face, he wished he could see what monster was touching him with long manicured nails.
Judging by her scent and the way she spoke with obvious authority she was an Alpha, fan-fucking-tastic another damn Alpha. Was all Dean was thinking as Sulfer and Roses hit his nose. It was an odd combination and he found it both unpleasant and slightly appealing.
Again he felt disgusting.

"Yes Milady, he is a pretty little thing" Alistair purred beside Dean and it made Dean shift and try to move again.

"Stop trying to move. We don't want you damaged before we can do anything to you." She patted his cheek gently and the sudden touch made Deam flinch again.
Blindfolds were the worst.
The Prince frowned as he heard her deeply Inhale and sigh with a hum
"You certainly smell wonderful little Prince. I'm sure those ropes aren't comfortable as you're trying to hold off your heat. Silly Omega," another few gentle pats of his cheek "Just get it over with."

Dean growled and frankly it sounded more like a wounded whimper and he mentally slapped himself over and over for sounding weak
"Back off bitch I'm not for sale." He bite out

The hand that had been delicately holding his chin up tightened, a thumb on his bottom lip.
Dean hissed in pain as the woman's long nail dug into the small cut on his lip and she growled a little
"Don't talk back whore. We haven't even begun to deal with you yet!"

"Milady," Alistair cut in as the hand slipped away from Dean's face "We do have a couple other loyalists to deal with."

"Very well Alistair. Lead the way."
With that their footsteps retreated and the large door was swung shut

Dean was left alone, tied up and aching, blindfolded and in the dark.