You're Mine

First Encounters

Dean strolled through the office, the scent of his surroundings prominent over his sight. Everything was normal until he smelled something a little off-- a new scent of sorts... It wasn't a bad smell, not at all, it was actually delightful as it entered Dean's mind and he began to process it; it was the smell of another wolf-- an Omega.

Dean sniffed the air in tiny snorts, following the scent straight to an seemingly empty office. Only, there was a man, bent over, emptying a box of things; photographs: he put them on his desk, stress-ball: put it on a shelf, tiny knick-knacks of all sorts: next to the ball.

The Alpha wolf shook his head, biting his lip-- he couldn't possibly be attracted to the scent of another male wolf. Could he? No. There was no way on earth that Dean Winchester was attracted to a male. Nu-uh. It was just because he thought there was another Alpha in his territory... He shook it off and went his separate way.
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At lunch, Dean fidgeted like a mad man as the Omega sat next to him, his Alpha instincts telling him to tackle this guy and get a taste of him, to plant his seed and reproduce-- but he couldn't. He wasn't into men. Not one bit.

"So, are you actually going to eat your lunch or are you going to stare at me for thirty minutes?" The new guy asked as he set out his lunch, a faint smile for Dean painted on his lips.

"I-uh..." Dean knew he looked like an idiot, a dumbfounded look of embarrassment as his newest coworker caught him staring. "Just trying to figure out if I've seen you before." He lied.

"I don't think so. I'm new here. My name is Castiel." The new scent addition to the office spoke and Dean could only nod, thinking about the new guy who just so happened to be a wolf; Dean knew that this guy could smell him just the same.

"I-uh...I'm Winchester-- Dean. Call me Dean."

"Nice to meet you, Dean. Are you always this nervous around the new hires or is this how you always are?"

The new guy, Castiel, was a tease, and it was the most interesting thing to Dean, and it kept him engaged in a half an hour-long talk about everything the pair of wolves could think of; from cars to reality television.

They took turns making each other laugh, cracking jokes here and there. It was the best time Dean could ever have at work, and he prayed that it wouldn't end so quickly; but alas-- lunch came to a harrowing end.
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On the way back to the offices, Dean looked at the blue-eyed man and sighed. "I can smell you."

"You too." He replied with a smirk, slithering into his office with a wink to the older man. "See you tomorrow?"

Dean was so dumbfounded, he could only nod his answer.