Alpha Rising

Talk It Out

[AN:] Hello you gorgeous people! Just a quick warning that there is some explicit content in this chapter!
For those brave souls ready to continue, ENJOY!

Dean woke up suddenly, in a cold sweat. He got up and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. Another damn nightmare. Great. He sighed, walking over to his dresser and putting on a pair of sweat pants. He put on his shoes and walked out of the cabin and down the hill, at first, just trying to clear his head. Then he realized he was in the Omega side of camp. Shit.

He was about to turn around when he shrugged and walked up another hill, stopping in front of a cabin. He picked up a rock and threw it at the window. It bounced off with a ping. When nothing happened, he threw another one. He was about to throw a third when the door opened and Cas emerged on the porch.

“Dean? What are you doing?” Cas asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“Can I, uh, come in?”

Cas tilted his head and looked at him for a minute. “Uh, yeah sure.”

Dean walked up the steps and followed Cas inside. He had no idea why he was here. Okay, he did have an idea, but come on, what is this?

“Everything okay? You look a bit...pale. Did your stitches break? Are you bleeding?” Cas asked, concern growing in his voice.

“No, the stitches are fine...just...calm down. I can smell your panic and it's not helping.”

“Oh, sorry.” He relaxed a little.

They went silent, the only sound was their breathing and the crickets outside. Dean walked over to the bed and sat down. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked down.

“Dean?”

Dean could smell the instant change of emotion. From slight panic, to worry. Why is he suddenly wanting to spill his guts to a man he met a little over twenty-four hours ago?

He ran a hand down his face and leaned over, putting his arms on his legs.

“It's just...dammit, I don't know.” He stood up and paced back and forth.

Cas reached out and grabbed Dean's arm then sat him back on the bed. He sat in front of Dean and looked up at him, not saying a word. Dean breathed in the scent of cinnamon and spring rain and earth, calming him.

“I had a nightmare.” He said finally.

“About what happened when you were captured?”

Dean nodded. “They capture Alphas because weather they like it or not, they need us just to conceive. So they'd bring in Omegas during their heat and set them loose in our...cages. Naturally, instinct would take over and we'd just stick it in and knot the poor bastards. No, not even poor bastards. They were willing to do it, if only to keep the species going.” Dean dropped his head but continued.

“I tried Cas. I tried to fight it every single time they'd throw one in with me, it physically hurt if I didn't and some of them even forced themselves on me. Making me mate with them. There was one kid, he couldn't have been older than twelve, he had never mated before. And they just pushed him in there and locked the door, watching. It was only his third heat! He was so scared! God, the fear I smelled on that kid...I tried to keep myself in check but I couldn't. The fucking scent of his slick was driving me crazy! And the Betas just watched as I fucked the kid senseless, laughing as he was screaming, begging me to stop.”