Because I Do

(1)

The Novak pack always knew there was something off about their youngest son, Castiel. Since he was a pup, they were very well aware of his unique attributes.

When the omega presented as such, he was diagnosed with autism. Aspergers, to be exact. The werewolf had a hard time being social. He didn't talk very much, had a hard time forming his thoughts into words, his mind liked to wander, and he had a sensitivity to light and sound. Being a werewolf meant your sensitivity was already doubled. Can you imagine having a quadrupled sensitivity to light and sound?

Cas sat reading in Lebanon Community Library reading his favorite book, something by Carver Edlund. His ears perked up at the sound of a male physic walking behind him. Cas could tell by his smell and the way the werewolf walked, he was in the presence of an alpha. 

He didn't know why his nose and ears were so intrigued in the higher wolf, but as soon as the alpha walked to a case in Cas's view, he thought the wolf should be in a 'People' magazine. Or 'Playgirl', for that matter. The 'Playgirl' model gracefully moves through the 'Erotica' section as if he were stalking his prey.

'Talk to him' Cas tells himself. He places a bookmark in his spot and closes it gently - you have to be quiet in a library. 'What am I going to say? "Hi, I'm Cas. I have aspergers and want to ride your cock until you make me scream"?'
He sighs and looks back down at his book. 

"Can I sit here?" 

Cas is so startled by the deep and sexy voice like honey, he nearly falls out of his chair. 

"Woah, Buddy. You alright?"

Cas regains his composure and looks down at his hands. "Fine, I guess" he croaks awkwardly, face burning hot.

The alpha slides into the chair. "My name is Dean" he introduces.

Cas cracks a half smile. "I'm Castiel Novak. I'm an omega".

Dean chuckles. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Castiel Novak the Omega".

Cas tilts his head to the side. "That's not my name".

Dean laughs. "I'v got that, yes, I just..never mind. Can I sit?"

Cas looks up at him, genuinely confused. "I don't know. Can you?"

Dean laughs again. "You're funny". He pulls a seat out in front of Cas, who struggles to see the humour in himself. "What's a pretty little omega like yourself doing in a place like this?"

Cas squints at him. "Reading?" 'Not a very smart alpha' he thinks.

"Mama and Papa never teach you slang and jargon?"
Cas snaps his head up. "I have autism, you assuming dickmonkey!"

Dean is taken aback. "I- I'm so sorry. I meant no harm". He pushes his chair back and stands.

"Where are you going?"

Dean stops. "Um".

Cas turns back to his book. "Oh, I get it. Big and bad alpha male can't be seen with a person with autism? Alright. Go on, douche bag".

Dean stutters. "Uh- n- no no".

Cas looks up at him again. "Then why are you trying to get away from me?"

Dean opens and closes his mouth a few times. He sits in front of Cas. "I like how bold you are".

Cas blushes. "I like you, too".

Dean laughs. "Tell me about yourself, Cas".

The omega smiles. "My name is Castiel Novak. I am twenty-two years old. I am an omega, and I have a form of autism called aspergers".

"My name is Dean Winchester. I am twenty-five years old. I'm an alpha, and I'd like to learn more about aspergers and you".