Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 67

*Trigger warning! I know I've put a few on chapters, but it's a heavy chapter dealing with Dean, and the last thing I want is to cause somebody PTSD or trigger something negative.*
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Sam, Dean, and John headed away from the gravesite with the rest of the funeral party, and Royal family.
As they began to enter their carriages Dean couldn't help but linger, looking over his shoulder one last time as Michael swayed on his feet a little in the heavy rain. They were the last carriage to pull away, and as they Did, Dean looked back out the window and watched as Michael fell to his knees with a look of such raw pain on his face that it made the Omega Prince's eyes grow wet with tears.

"Dean?" John's voice was soft and quiet in the carriage car as they headed back towards the castle

"It's stupid. It's so fucking stupid!" Dean slammed his fist into the seat beside him as he turned away from the back window and looked to his father "Why can't any of us be happy? Why are we cursed with such pain? It makes no sense!" His green eyes started wide and wet at his father, his arms instinctively wrapping around his middle "Why do such horrid things happen to people that are just trying to do right for the world?" His final question came out so quietly that Sam and John had to lean forward to catch it all over the thundering rain

"Are we talking about Michael? Or you?" John placed a hand hesitantly but gently on Dean's knee, making the Omega Prince's eyes shoot open and his head snap up to look at the concern and, understanding in his eyes

"Did Sam tell you?" Dean croaked turning his face away from his brother and father, shrinking back a little on the bench seat he had to himself

"No. I could smell the difference in your scent. I figured you would tell me in your own time." John reassured his eldest son with a tilt of his head "Don't let Michael force you to do anything you don't want to about it. It's your body and ultimately your choice."

"He isn't forcing me to do shit. He told me the decision is up to me and he'll support me no matter what. I just- Dad I don't know what the right choice is." Dean's eyes met John's as a few silent tears slipped down his healing cheeks "Everyone keeps saying it's my decision, my body, my choice, that no one is going to force me to do anything about it, because it doesn't matter. But-I-I'm just..."

"Just what Dean? Just a kid? Just a human? Just an Omega?"

"I'm just a broken Omega whore!" Dean hissed through his teeth "I'm not happy, I never will be, I'll always live my life thinking it's my fault, that my-my body fucking reacted to it even when I screamed for it to stop! I hate I'm an Omega, I hate I'm some stupid helpless bitch that any Alpha thinks they can overpower! You should of just let me pretend to be an Alpha! Or do what Hell does and have me put down like a diseased dog! Maybe you wouldn't be so-so ashamed of me then." Dean's anger bubbled in his scent, souring the smell of vanilla, and wetting the smell of leather.

John's face fell, Sam could see anger and sorrow on his father's face and he didn't know what to say, what to do. He sat there with a punched expression as he watched his brother for not the first time in the last few days just, crumble.

"You think I'm ashamed of you? You think that? Is that what I've led you to believe?" John muttered looking at his eldest child with nothing but heartbreak as Dean struggled to keep the tears at bay.

Dean pressed his lips together, eyes wide and unblinking, arms wrapped protectively around himself as he stared at John

"Have I led you to believe that Dean? The last thing I wanted was for you to be ashamed of who you are, the unchangeable parts of you, I never wanted you to be ashamed of that." The Alpha Human's voice cracked as he spoke to his son, heartbroken.
"I've failed as a father if that is the case. I've never been ashamed of what you are Dean. Scared for you, protective yes, concerned and wary, yes. But never ashamed. After what happened when you were taken I-" John struggled to find the right words, he ran a hand over his face, sniffing back the tears that threatened his eyes, scratching his beard as he stumbled for the words he wanted "I can't take the pain away, but I will do what I can to help ease it."

"How? How can you ease this pain? How can you say you aren't ashamed to have me, and what I am for a son? I wasn't supposed to be this way, and now look at me. I'm pregnant with a child I never wanted, drugged into consent, and still I must marry for some annoying Queen of an unrelated kingdom to Earth, or Heaven, to be happy. Earth and Heaven have had a mutual agreement with Purgatory for centuries! Why now of all times because Hell can't stay peaceful must I marry Michael! Both of us will live miserably never truly loving eachother as mates should!" Dean ground out, gasping for a breath at the end the tears came and he hated it, scrubbing his face he hated this raw vulnerability he had, the carriage had come to a stop some time ago, but the driver made no move to get the door and escort them inside, obviously noting an important conversation was taking place that was best left uninterrupted

"I'm not ashamed of you because you're my son, I love you Dean, if you can't see that I've failed you." John spoke in a firm tone, his eyes soft but filled with sorrow and confusion as he continued "It isn't just Eve that demands this arrangement, Chuck himself was a part of it. Had he not told you or Michael that? He proposed it even." John's eyebrows came together in concern as he watched Dean spiral "Also as I've told you before, you two may one day love eachother, it takes time."

"We won't grow to love eachother because he loves someone else! He loves someone else and so do I! But we can't be happy and we can't change it and I don't know what to do. Dad I'm lost." Dean muttered through his tears, before Deam could expound further he was pulled into a tight embrace by John, both Winchester's held eachother tightly, neither saying another word