Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 44

The room was warm, a fire flickering as Dean leaned against his door with a sigh, a hand in his hair, the other over his stomach. He still felt extremely nauseous, but a little better now that he was alone. A small smile spread across his face as he looked at his bed and noticed a bountiful amount of pillows and soft blankets had been added to his bed, and Castiel's ratty coat had been untouched since he folded it that morning.

Dean looked at himself in the mirror as he leaned over the water basin and prepared to change into his night clothes.
He tried to avoid his reflection in the mirror, but as he dropped his shirt from his shoulders his eyes caught his reflection anyway. His ribs were bruised and turning a yellow purple, cuts from whips littered his chest and back, he knew not all of them would scar, but some would. The bandaging around his shoulder needed changed as you could see the blood on it.
Then there was the bit mark, on one side of his collarbone. It made tears swell in his eyes at the thought that Alistair had almost actually mated him.

The Prince's fingertips flitted over the bruised teeth marks. If he hadn't gotten he feet under the demon and pushed him off, than Alistair would of drawn blood and mated him.
A shuddering sigh escaped the Winchesters lips as he ignored the rest of his battered body and slipped into his night clothes.
Padding over to his bed he quickly got all of the pillows and blankets situated before climbing into the middle.

"Fuck." He muttered running a hand through his hair successfully messing it up "I've made a damn nest..." Dean rubbed at his scalp a moment, his other hand on his stomach again as a fresh wave of nausea came to him.
Something was so very wrong.
Dean didn't want to think about it though, he got up regretfully from his warm little nest, took Castiel's blood stained trenchcoat, put it on like a robe and cracked it door open

"Benny was it?"

"Yes." The Alpha gaurd smile looking down slightly at Dean as the Prince gulped

"Could you escort me to the kitchen? I would like some water." Dean mumbled looking down at his slippers

"Of course." The big burly human smiled at Dean as he stepped aside.

"But uhm, take me the long way so I'm not seen mkay? Mkay come on." Dean spoke quickly as he slipped out and headed down the hall, Benny close behind.

Frankly Dean was surprised that he felt safe around Benny. Alpha's were not something he wanted to be around, except the Novaks, and his brother. He also knew if his father was here he'd be okay with that, but other Alpha's made him nervous the last few days he'd been back.
But Benny seemed different for some reason, calming even.

Dean slipped into the kitchen quietly at Benny silently closed the door. A fresh wave of nausea came over Dean at the smell of the food that had just left the kitchen for everyone's dinner, that he was skipping.
The Prince rushed to a waste bin full of potato skins and various garbage as he hurled up everything he'd eaten the last day or so.
Spitting one last time Dean blinked, eyes watery as he glared into the garbage bin. A sudden hand on his shoulder made Dean growl and spin around, grabbing the arm and pinning the assailant against part of the counter

"Your Highness!" Benny exclaimed his free hand up in defense as the other was pinned painful behind his back by the Omega Prince

Dean released him and wiped his mouth with a hand towel, spitting again into the trash to try and get that vomit taste out of his throat
"I-I'm sorry. Just... Don't touch me without a warning."

"My apologies." Benny breathed taking a step back, hands up in surrender
"Are you alright?"

Dean blinked up at the concern in Benny's voice and eyes. It was strange almost.
"No. I'm not." Dean whispered, voice cracking as he wrapped one arm around him, the other going through his hair. He would admit it, because he didn't want to deal with it anymore. "I'm heading back to my room." He grumbled pulling a glass out and filling it with ice water "Come stand gaurd if you want." Dean stated heading for the back kitchen door to make the trek back to his room.
Benny didn't say another word, but Dean noted how the Alpha's nose twitched when the Prince brushed past him.
Was it obvious?

Dean paused outside his room again, took a deep breath and entered. Setting the water on the table stand by his bed the Omega removed Castiel's coat and his shirt, examining himself in the mirror. He supposed for being barely fed for four months he wasn't totally skin and bones, there was a slight bit of pudge to his stomach.
The Winchester sucked in a shuttering breath as he shook his head, running a hand through his hair as the other rested on his stomach for a moment. He was over reacting.
Reaching.
Exaggerating.

There was no way.
The Omega's mind had to he playing tricks on him. Yeah that made sense.
Dean put the shirt back on and climbed into the cozy nest he had created, the smell of Castiel lingered on the coat was actually rather comforting.
Taking in a deep breath of the scent, nose buried in the collar of the coat Dean closed his eyes.
If he was right, and he prayed to anything out there listening that he wasn't, he suddenly feared for his safety. What would Castiel say? Or worse, Michael?
Afterall he was to Marry Michael almost immediately once his bruises and cuts were gone.
Would Michael reject him? Or worse, hand him over to Abaddon for the gain of their Kingdoms? Would Michael risk a war with Earth over this?
Dean fell asleep with his nose buried in Castiel's coat collar, and a weight in his chest that only wanted to get heavier.