Poisk Istiny [Finding Truth] - Chapter Three A

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Winchester Auto Repair
306 Northern Avenue
South Boston, Massachusetts

Castiel pulled into the parking lot of the Winchester front and glanced up to see the black Sedan pull in behind him and park off to the side. Looking back at the storefront, he noticed it had all the markings and bustle of a legit business. He shut off his rental car, a dark green Ford Focus, and looked over the establishment. When Castiel reached Boston he had called Dean, and the Alpha gave him his work address. He took a deep breath as he exited the vehicle, gravel crunching beneath his dress shoes as he walked to the auto shop’s office. As Castiel made his way towards the door he looked up and noticed the Alpha leaning against it, his legs crossed at his ankles, and he was smiling at Castiel. The Omega huffed, he was slightly irked that Dean would have the nerve to smile at him after their last encounter.

“Welcome to Boston, Pakhan,” Dean offered, pushing off the wall and holding open his office door for the two of them to enter.

“I would say it's a pleasure to be here, but well, considering the circumstances...” Castiel trailed off and took a deep breath, the scent of pine, a spicy pine, filled his nostrils and made his head feel slightly woozy. The office smelled distinctly like the Alpha and Castiel didn't know how much time he could spend in this enclosed space.

“Yeah, well…” Dean agreed and sank down in the large chair he had behind his desk. He waved towards the couch on the adjacent wall and waited for Castiel to sit. “Do you want something to drink?”

Castiel took a seat, wincing at the mention of a drink. It reminded him of the last time they were alone in an office together, how drunk and needy he had acted. He cleared his throat. “Water would be good.”

Dean nodded his head and bent down to the mini fridge that was stored beneath the desk. He pulled out two bottles of water, sliding one over to Castiel and then cracking his own to take a sip. He crossed his legs and leaned back against his chair, his eyes never leaving Castiel’s face.

Castiel twisted the water bottle in his hands for a few minutes until the silence between them became too much for Castiel to bear. “Where are my men?”

“I had their bodies transported to our family… doctor. Alastair owns a morgue in South Boston, he gave up renewing his medical licensure to work with the dead instead of the living quite a few years ago. He’s… getting each of them sorted out, so the right body parts are with the right body…” Dean paused, cringing a little before he added, “It was quite a mess in that container…”

Castiel’s jaw twitched as he ground his teeth. “Can you take me there? It doesn’t matter if he has the bodies sorted. I can’t risk taking them back with me anyway. I just need to see the heads to make an identification.” He looked up and met Dean’s eyes. “I don’t suppose you know of a place I can, uh… dispose of the bodies after I have identified them?”

“Yeah, I know of a place.” Dean nodded his head and reached for his phone. “I’ll let Benny know he’ll need to make a trip; he will take care of them.”

Castiel drummed his fingers on his knee as Dean made the call to Benny. After the Alpha ended his call, Castiel stood up. “Take me to my men.”

“We can take my car,” Dean said over his shoulder as he led them out of the office and through the garage. He gave a slight nod at two men that were standing in the main part of the garage where four cars sat in various states of disrepair. For a moment, Castiel wondered if Dean actually worked on any of the cars himself. But he shook the question away and watched as the two men slipped behind the wheel of a large, dark SUV and watched Dean as he made his way to a door on the opposite end of the garage. Castiel turned his attention back to Dean just as he was pushing open a door to a personal garage where a sleek, black Chevy Impala sat. “Here’s my baby.”

Castiel stepped into the bay and hummed his approval as he ran his hand across the cool metal. “Very nice,” he commented, hearing the sound of the SUV’s engine starting up.

Dean hit a button on the wall, causing the garage door to open, shaking and shrieking out it’s protest. He jerked his head towards the parking lot and to Castiel’s rental. “Why don’t you get your bags and I’ll take you to your lodging after we are finished at the morgue. You don’t have to worry about the car, men are stationed here all night so it’ll be fine.”

Castiel nodded and slipped outside to retrieve his bags. When he turned back to the shop, the main garage was open as well and the men in the SUV were pulling out behind him as he walked. He gave them a polite nod and carried his bags over to the Impala where Dean had popped the trunk and was leaning against the side of his baby, waiting for Castiel to return. The Omega tossed them in the trunk, letting Dean push it shut.

“Ready?” Dean asked and Castiel nodded, heading down the side of the car.

“Yes, let's get this over with,” he replied as he slid into the passenger's seat.

Castiel had been glad to escape Dean’s office but as soon as he shut the Impala's door, the smell of pine surrounded him once again. He slumped down in the leather seat, ‘This is going to be a long, torturous ride’, was his prevailing thought.

Dean turned the ignition as soon as he slid into his seat and beamed over at Castiel as he revved the engine. Castiel rolled his eyes at the Alpha’s antics but couldn’t bite back the small smile that betrayed him. If Dean’s life was anything like Castiel’s, the free moments like enjoying a simple car to drive, were few and far between. Dean pulled out of the garage and Castiel glanced in the mirror, watching as the black SUV followed behind them at a reasonable distance. ’Guards’, Castiel gave a sad smile as he turned his attention back to the road before them, ’always there, but definitely needed.’

Castiel felt like he was drowning in the earthy scent of the Alpha, and to try to get away from the scent of pine, he tried to focus on the other scent in the Impala. It was something he couldn’t quite decipher, something sweet, yet spicy, and he had to hold back the sigh of frustration when even that did nothing to stop the heat from coursing through his veins. The Omega tried hard to just breathe through his mouth, but that proved to be almost worse because he could practically taste the pine.

“So,” Castiel cleared his throat, “how far is this morgue?” he asked as Dean pulled out of the parking lot.

“It’s about fifteen minutes or so, depending on the traffic. Alastair works at BMC…” Castiel stayed silent, staring at Dean and when the Alpha looked over and caught his expression, he laughed and clarified. “Boston Medical Center. Between that and Brigham and Women’s… little morgues don’t do so well.”

Castiel nodded and leaned against the cool window, letting the chill seep into his heated skin. Fifteen minutes, that wasn’t so bad… He could do this. As if Dean Winchester could read his thoughts, the Alpha chuckled and reached for the radio dial, plunging the Impala into the sounds of classic rock and saving Castiel from having to speak to him.



Boston Medical Center - Morgue
1 Boston Medical Center Place
Boston, Massachusetts

The historic hospital was one of the largest in the city. Its many windows glittered like watchful eyes as Dean pulled up. As in most cities, parking was a premium, but for the morgue there was a lot set aside specifically for transporting bodies. Dean pulled in and off to the side, mindful of not blocking the official entrance. Castiel practically leapt from the car when Dean pulled into a parking spot and cut the engine. He stood there, leaning against the Impala and gulping in fresh air, trying to clear his sinuses of the Alpha’s scent. Castiel looked over and Dean was watching him with his eyebrow raised and an amused look on his face.

Castiel pushed off the car and straightened up as he smoothed out his jacket. “Lead the way.”

“You’re the boss,” Dean quipped and pocketed the keys.

They made their way to the large visitors’ entrance and Castiel followed behind Dean as he led them to the elevator and pressed B for basement. The elevator took its time traveling the two floors down, and when it dinged its arrival, Castiel raised an eyebrow when he saw the darkened hallways.

Dean shrugged his shoulders and stepped out onto the floor. “It’s after hours,” he said, and then smirked again as he met Castiel’s eyes. “You’re not afraid of morgues are you?”

Castiel scoffed. “Please, after all the shit I’ve seen?” Castiel’s lips curled up into an impish grin. “After all the shit I have done? It takes more than a darkened morgue to scare me, Don Winchester.”

A loud clanking sound to the left of Castiel made the Omega flinch and subconsciously move closer to the Alpha.

Beside him, Dean’s smirk widened and he held out his hand, palm up. “You can hold my hand if you need to.”

Castiel glared at the proffered hand and slapped it away. “Just lead the way mudak.”

“I have no idea what you just said to me.” Dean stared at Castiel and then smirked. “Wait, I do know! You were saying how charming I was for offering you my hand, weren’t you,” he teased.

Castiel rolled his eyes. “I called you ‘fuckin' sweetheart’,” he deadpanned. “Now take me to my men so we can get the hell out of this place.”

The Omega took in his surroundings with a calculated glance. He jumped slightly as something clanged in the distance and he immediately turned his head, his eyes landing on the Alpha’s face.

Dean’s eyes lit up with mirth as he watched Castiel's movement. “Ah hah! I knew it! Fuckin’ knew it! You are scared of morgues.”

Castiel glared daggers at the Alpha and tore his eyes away. “Mudak,” he repeated in a low growl.

Dean clicked his tongue. “I’m beginning to think you lied to me. I don’t think that word means ‘sweetheart’. Not when you give me that look and say it like that.”

Castiel opened his mouth to retort but quickly snapped it shut when he heard a door open at the end of the hall. A lanky man with cruel looking eyes and an even crueler smile motioned them forward. Castiel stopped walking, causing Dean to pause beside him. He looked over at Dean with his eyebrow raised. “That’s your guy?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, that's him.” And as if he knew what was running through the Omega’s head he continued, “I know he looks shady as fuck. But, hey, look at the line of work he’s in.”

Dean started walking down the hall and Castiel briefly thought about Crowley, the Bratva’s Doctor, and how he could probably give Alastair a run for his money in the ‘shady as fuck’ department, before he followed after the Alpha. He picked up his pace to catch up with Dean, because even though he would never admit it to the Alpha, morgues were creepy as hell.

“I’ve been expecting you,” Alastair said softly as soon as they entered the mortuary.

The room smelled of antiseptic and death, and it caused both Dean and Castiel to wrinkle their noses at the scent.

“You get used to the smell.” Alastair smiled, letting the door swing shut behind them.

The room was smaller than Castiel had expected -- there were four large metal lockers against one wall, something he was sure held equipment, and a large metal desk with an extremely outdated computer sitting on top. There were two large metal tables in the center of the room, large hoses were hooked to the side of the table and there were two large freezer doors on the adjacent wall.

“I have your meat suits in the positive chamber, but if you would like to keep them-” he paused, somewhat dramatically, and gave another wide smile, “-fresher, for longer, I can have them moved into the negative chamber.” He turned back to them, showing all of his teeth as he looked from Dean to Castiel. “I think that would be,” his eyes brightened as he looked at Castiel, “your decision, Pakhan?”

Castiel shook his head. “That is not necessary, I think Don Winchester has made arrangements with an associate to pick up the bodies tonight after I have identified them. So all I really need is to see their heads.”

Alastair beamed and rubbed his hands together in front of him. “Would you like one at a time, or can you handle,” he grinned slyly, “multiple?”

Castiel bristled slightly at the innuendo. “Get them all,” he replied in a firm tone.

“I like a man who can… handle his meat,” Alastair pushed past the two of them, his shoulder pressing fully against Castiel’s chest as he went to the left freezer door and popped it open, disappearing into the cool air.

Castiel narrowed his eyes at the man’s retreating form and turned to Dean once Alastair had disappeared completely.

“He isn’t usually like this,” Dean answered the silent question softly and looked down Castiel’s body before meeting the Omega’s eyes. “He’s, actually, usually pretty silent.”

“Great, I feel special that the creepy mortician has taken a liking to me,” Castiel deadpanned as he rolled his eyes. “Lucky me.”

Castiel looked down at his shoes and in a quieter tone he asked, “Dean can you, uh… Can you smell me?” He looked up to meet the Alpha’s eyes. “Do you think Alastair can smell me too? Could that be why he made those remarks?”

“Umm, I can, yeah. But I’ve always been able to.” Dean wrinkled his nose, leaning in slightly to scent the air around Castiel. “I can still smell the spruce, it smells like you took a bath in it.”

Dean gave him a small smile and looked over to the freezer door, making sure Alastair was still inside. “Alastair…” Dean dropped his voice lower, looking uncomfortable as he continued, “Prefers Alphas. So I highly doubt that he knows. He, um, likes the pain of Alpha on Alpha, if you know what I mean.”

Castiel’s eyes widened. “Ohhh, okay....” he trailed off not sure what else to say about that bit of information.

Dean opened his mouth to speak again, but the freezer door swung open and they both turned to see Alastair walking back out, pushing a metal cart ahead of him. The wheels were squeaking, a high pitched squealing sound, and Alastair was humming along with it.

He pushed the cart to the end of the first table “So, Pakhan.” He pulled the tarp off of the cart with a flourish, flashing that creepy smile as he met Castiel’s eyes over the five heads. “Would you like a little head?”

Castiel’s hand twitched. He wanted so badly to grab the gun he had holstered against his hip and put a bullet in the disrespectful Alpha’s head.

“You should show me and my men some respect,” Castiel growled before he looked down at the heads on the cart.

Dean’s eyes flickered between the two of them and Alastair’s smile widened. “Rawr, pussy cat. I like them… feisty.”

“Alastair,” Dean dragged out his name in warning. He stepped forward and reached his hand out to Castiel’s forearm as he saw the Omega’s hand reach inside his jacket, no doubt going for his gun. Castiel’s hand tightened around the butt of his revolver and it was only Dean squeezing his arm tightly that made him relax his grip.

Castiel released his gun. He looked back down at the table and focused on the task at hand, identifying his men. He let his eyes roam over each face before he took a step forward. Alastair moved out of the way, giving Castiel the space he needed to look over the heads.

He pulled out his phone, flipping through the photos Gabriel had supplied him with before he’d left for Boston. There were only twelve mug shots Gabriel sent him of men who hadn’t been reported in over the last forty-eight hours and it was easy enough to match the five cold, blank faces staring up at him. Finally, he sighed and looked over at Dean.

“Tyrus, Abner, Jofiel, Ezra, and Thaddeus. They are Shestyorkas in my working unit, low level.” Castiel’s hands clenched by his side. “But still family.”

Dean nodded, understanding completely. “I’m sorry this happened,” he offered.

“Bellomo will pay for this.” Cas straightened up and tucked his phone back into his pocket. “I think it’s time we retaliate. You lost your entire shipment and I lost five men.” Cas glanced back at the remains of his crew, shaking his head slightly. “He threatened us both and I don't know about you, but I don't like being threatened.”

Castiel locked his gaze on Dean, meeting the Alpha’s eyes. “So Don Winchester, are you in?”

“I’m your man,” Dean replied, nodding his head. “We’ll teach that son of a bitch that he fucked with the wrong families.”

“Perfect,” Alastair whispered, drawing out the word as he pressed close to Castiel, leaning against his entire back to reach around him and pull the tarp back over the heads. “I can see you have good taste,” his tongue snicked out to lick his lips, “in business partners, Don Winchester.”

Castiel shivered at the press of the Alpha against his back and he really hoped that was a gun in Alastair’s pocket. Castiel looked at Dean, fixing the Alpha with a hard stare. “I think we are done here. Can you inform your associate they are ready for disposal?”

“Have them ready for transport,” Dean said to Alastair and then waved his arm out to motion for Castiel to precede him out of the morgue.

Once Castiel was outside of the room he took a deep breath, ridding his senses of the smell of death. “So Dean,” he glanced at the Alpha, “where did you set me up for the night? I am tired and would like to get settled.” He ran his hand over his chin, momentarily lost in thought. “And I need to call Gabriel, give him a run down, inform him who the men were so he can call their families.”

Dean nodded, pressing the call button for the elevator. “Bobby thought that it would be best if you actually stayed at my home.” He threw a glance over at Castiel before pushing forward. “If something happened to you while you were in my city,” he blew out a deep breath, “your entire Bratva would have my head. My house is just outside of South Boston, I have my own security that I trust, and I think you’ll be comfortable there.

“I am sure your men followed behind mine,” Dean added after a moment and Castiel gave a tight nod. “And Bobby has made arrangements for them near my property as well.”

Castiel sighed and scrubbed his hands down his face. Don Winchester had truly thought of everything… As they slipped out of the building, Castiel looked up to meet his guard’s eyes, seeing the Sedan parked alongside the SUV carrying Dean’s men. He gave them a tight nod and then looked back at Dean. If he thought spending time in the Alpha’s office and car had been overwhelming, he could just imagine what it was going to be like in the Alpha’s home. Everything would smell like him. It would surely drive him crazy.

“Okay,” Castiel replied, despite knowing deep down that it was a bad idea. Dean gave him a brilliant smile and strode over to the SUV to inform his men of the plans. Castiel knew that he should tell the Don he would be fine and make arrangements himself at a hotel for himself and his men.

But he did neither. Instead, he slid into the passenger's seat of Dean’s car, waited for the Alpha to slip in beside him, and let Dean take him to his home. Even though he was grateful Dean cracked the windows, he pressed his nose into his elbow from where his arm leaned against the window for the entire drive.



Dean Winchester’s House
12 Hutchinson Lane
Quincy, Massachusetts

Dean pulled into the garage, turning off the ignition to the Impala and looking in the rearview mirror to make sure the doors were shut behind them. He cleared his throat, suddenly worried about what Castiel would think about his house.

“Well, here it is. Home sweet home.” He grinned over at Castiel who returned Dean’s smile with a roll of his eyes. Dean chuckled and reached for the door handle. Before either one of them could open the door, Dean reached over and touched Castiel’s arm softly, remembering the Omega’s words from their drunken conversation in Castiel’s office about how the artificial scent made him nauseous. “Um, before we go in,” he gave the Omega a soft smile, “I just want you to know that you can be yourself here. If you want, I mean. I have people outside, but no one comes inside without my permission. Sam and Bobby included. I--” he cleared the sudden nervousness from his throat, “I want you to be comfortable while you’re staying here.”

Without waiting for a response, Dean popped open the door and got out, rounding the back of the car to get Castiel’s bag from the trunk. He picked up the duffel and slung it back over his shoulder, barely meeting Castiel’s eyes as he passed him and led them into the house.

The garage led into the kitchen and Dean nodded to the glass breakfast table in the corner. “If you want to sit, I’ll drop your bag off and then I’ll make us some dinner. Unless you want the grand tour now?”

Castiel’s stomach picked that moment to grumble loudly and he smiled sheepishly at Dean. “Dinner sounds good, I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. But I would like the tour after.”

“Alright, be right back.”

Dean headed to the staircase, taking the steps two at a time and entering the third bedroom right across from his own. He dropped the bag on the end of the bed and quickly headed back to the kitchen. Castiel was sitting awkwardly in one of the chairs, almost too straight, his ankles crossed beneath him, and Dean couldn’t bite back his laugh.

“Come on, Cas. Kick off your shoes, stay awhile. Relax!” Dean rolled his eyes at the glare Castiel shot him and headed to the large, stainless steel fridge. He opened it up, perusing the shelves, before he looked over the side of the door and at Castiel again. “What are you feeling? I have steak, chicken thighs, some pork chops…”

Castiel hummed thinking over the options. “Steak sounds really good. I mean if it's not too much trouble.”

Dean grabbed the New York Strip and bundle of asparagus, dumping them onto the counter behind him. Hanging by the sink was a basket full of garlic and onions, and Dean grabbed a bulb of garlic and placed that beside the steak. “I can’t promise it will be the best damn steak you’ll ever have, but it will be pretty close.”

Castiel rolled his eyes at the Alpha’s arrogance but couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “I don't know Dean... I’ve had some excellent steaks. It would have to be really good to even rank on my scale.”

Dean smiled and pulled out a knife from the chef’s block on the counter to start smashing cloves of garlic. Dean was surprised when Castiel pushed off of the chair he was sitting on to stand at his side, wash his hands, and then reach for the asparagus to start preparing it.

It was a comfortable silence that filled the kitchen as Dean prepared a rub for the steak and threw some garlic in a saucepan to start sautéing. The smell of garlic filled the kitchen and Dean breathed in deep, then stiffened as he was hit with the smell of death. He glanced over, realizing that Castiel was the one that smelled.

Swallowing hard, Dean shifted slightly, reaching around the back of the Omega to rinse his knife and give him the ability to scent him. Dean shivered. He had opened the Impala’s window, hoping to air them out from the lingering smell of Alastair and the morgue, but he could barely smell Castiel’s sweet, orange scent over the smell lingering on his skin. He remembered the way Alastair leaned against Castiel, pressing against him, and suddenly Dean felt his blood start to boil.

“What are you doing?” Castiel asked, turning and nearly knocking into Dean who was still bent down with his nose inches from the back of Castiel’s neck.

“Um, heading out to start the grill.” Dean flashed him what he hoped was an innocent smile and then moved for the back door.

The backyard was relatively large, compared to some of the other properties around Boston, and Dean moved around the side of the patio to the large stainless steel grill. He turned on the propane and started the heat, turning the knobs to medium before he went back inside. He chose to keep the screen door open, hoping that would wash out Alastair’s lingering scent.

“So how do you like your steak?”

Castiel had managed to find a spatula in one of the drawers and was slowly stirring the sizzling garlic in the pan as Dean walked back in. He had to push away the thought that this was something he was missing. One of the most important things he learned from his father -- other than the four best ways to kill a man -- it was that domesticity got you killed, or them.

“Rare, please,” Castiel answered, still watching Dean with a wary expression on his face. Dean smiled back at him, clearing his throat as he grabbed the steaks and a pair of tongs. As he passed by Castiel again, he couldn't help the flash of rage he felt at smelling another Alpha on him! Which was ridiculous. Castiel wasn’t his, Dean had no claim over him whatsoever.

Shaking his head, Dean forced himself to focus on the task at hand -- grilling the best damn steak Castiel Krushnic had ever had the pleasure of putting in his mouth. Instead of leaving the meat on the grill, Dean stayed outside, listening to it sizzle against the flame and reminding himself that he and the Omega were business partners, that was all. It didn't matter that Castiel was attractive, or that he could give a shit that Dean could kill a man with his bare hands. Not that Dean would admit it, but he was sure if they were to compare notes, Castiel would be able to kill a man with his bare hands faster and more efficiently.

Dean remembered the look on Castiel’s face as he took apart the traitor at their first meeting. It had been business, a lesson, but the Omega had enjoyed it. He could tell by the way Castiel’s eyes had lit up, widened in pleasure each time the man had screamed, the way his tongue had darted out to his lower lip when blood splattered onto his face. Dean wondered what it would be like to kiss Castiel with blood covered lips, he licked his own at just the thought.

“Dean? Asparagus is ready.” Dean’s head snapped up to see Castiel leaning against the frame of the screen door. Dean nodded in acknowledgement and flipped the steaks, letting out a slow breath. Yeah, that type of thinking was definitely dangerous…

When he returned inside with the steaks on a platter, Castiel had transferred the sautéed asparagus into a serving bowl and found the plates and silverware to set the table. “Wine?” he asked, as Dean set the meat down in the center of glass table.

“There’s a wine cooler beneath the cabinet there,” he pointed to the island. Castiel comfortably made his way through the kitchen, almost as if he’d been there a million times instead of just the past hour, and pulled out a bottle of Cabernet. Without Dean’s prompting, he found two wine glasses, the corkscrew, and met Dean back at the table with two full glasses.

Dean gave a small, tight smile, shivering as his fingers brushed against the back of his hand as he accepted the wine glass. Castiel seemed unaffected, smiled and took his seat as Dean stood there for a second with his entire skin buzzing. Dean was once again hit with the scent of Alastair and he let out a soft growl as he took his seat, hiding it behind a cough as he lifted his wine to his lips.

If Castiel heard, he didn't let on, for which Dean was grateful. He pushed his chair in, trying not to hold his breath. Now that he was close to Castiel and recognized Alastair’s scent, that was all he could smell, even over the garlic coated vegetables and the aroma of the steak. And Dean thought the medicinal fake scent of the Alpha Spruce was bad.

Dean forced a smile onto his lips and reached for the meat, quickly serving each of them and then going for the bowl of asparagus. Castiel seemed content to let Dean serve him, something that surprised the Alpha, but if Castiel was comfortable, then he was going to roll with it. They started eating, the same contented silence from earlier fell over them.

Dean stopped mid bite, his fork suspended before him as he watched Castiel take the last bite of his steak. He was about to make a crack about how big of a bite it was when the Omega bit down and juice dribbled down his lip. Castiel’s tongue flicked out, catching it before it fell onto his shirt, but Dean’s eyes were glued to the spot he missed, now staining his lips red.

He swallowed hard, Castiel’s lips were moving -- probably asking Dean why the fuck he was staring -- but it was as if everything in the kitchen stopped, had slowed down, except for Dean himself. Dean got to his feet quickly, shoving Castiel’s chair back and planting himself between Castiel’s spread legs.

“What th--” Castiel started but Dean silenced him, reaching for the back of his head and crushing their lips together in a hard, bruising kiss. He could taste blood, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the steak or Castiel himself, and he groaned as he felt the Omega relax against his lips, kissing him back.

“You smell like him,” Dean hissed against Castiel’s lips, his fists clenching the front of Castiel’s shirt and drawing him in closer, his lips finding Castiel’s again. He groaned into the Omega’s mouth. “You shouldn’t smell like him, you should smell like you.”

Castiel hissed against Dean’s lips as Dean bit down, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Dean felt Castiel’s arms move around his back, his fingers dipping into the hem of his pants, and it made Dean harder than he ever remembered being. He rolled his hips, his fingers tightening in the fabric, and he was hit with the sweet, orange scent of pure Castiel.

“You have no idea how damn good you smell, Cas… No idea… I want him off you, want you to smell like--”

“Pine?” Castiel whispered against his lips and it sent heat straight through Dean’s body.

“Fuck… fuck,” Dean hissed, kissing Castiel hard before shoving him and stepping back.

They were both breathing hard, Castiel’s chest rising and falling in rapid breaths as he stared up at Dean, his legs splayed wide and his shirt completely wrinkled. Dean swallowed hard. All he wanted was to wrap a hand in Castiel’s hair and pull his head back and sink his teeth into the soft tendon of Castiel's neck. “Fuck! Cas…. We can’t.”

Castiel opened his mouth, to argue, to agree, Dean didn’t know. He cut him off quickly, shaking his head. “Top of the stairs to the left,” he panted. “There’s a shower in there and I left your bag on the bed. I…” Dean shook his head and turned, heading for the stairs.

He fled to the safety of his room, slamming the door shut and falling back against it. He couldn’t smell Alastair now. Only his own arousal drowned in the delicious scent of Castiel. He felt his stomach twist, realizing that he and Castiel could never be something he would have, not realistically, and he was filled with such a sense of longing that Dean was sure he was going to be sick.

“Fuck,” he whispered to the darkened room, knocking his head back against the door. He needed to shower, he needed to get Castiel’s scent off of his skin, and he needed to keep his distance.

***

Castiel flinched as he heard the Alpha’s bedroom door slam shut. He leaned against the counter and took a moment to try and calm himself down. He was panting, hard, and he was slick. So slick he was sure he’d soaked through his pants. And calming down was proving to be harder than he expected. Every damn time he took a breath all he smelled was pine and that was doing nothing to quell his raging hormones. He knew it, he knew staying with the Alpha was going to be torturous.

Twice now he’d been willing and both times the Alpha had turned him down. And deep down -- it hurt. And that confused the fuck out of him. Why should he care? Or better yet, why was he so willing in the first place? He’d never wanted an Alpha before, so why now? And why this Alpha?

Castiel growled at the thought of how easily Dean had him willing to submit. It went against how he was raised, against everything he was. He was Pakhan Castiel Krushnic, leader of the Bratva, and he sure as hell was no one’s bitch. So why did Dean make him want to get on his hands and knees and present like a bitch in heat? He looked down at his rock hard cock tenting his pants and pushed off the counter to go shower, briefly wondering if he really did still smell like the creepy mortician.

Castiel went into the guest bedroom and opened his suitcase, removing something comfortable to sleep in and a garment bag to put his more than likely ruined clothes in before he walked into the bathroom.

He turned the water on and let it heat up as he stripped out of his clothes. He wrinkled his nose at how wet his boxer briefs and pants were, the smell of slick thick in the air. Castiel balled them up and tossed them aside to take care of later. He stared down at his swollen cock and sighed as he stepped into the stall.

Even in the shower, with the water sluicing over him, he still smelled Dean’s thick, heady pine scent. It was fuckin’ everywhere and he couldn't escape from it and it sure as hell overpowered anything left by Alastair. Castiel bit his bottom lip as he reached behind himself and slipped a finger between his ass cheeks, running it along his slick soaked crack.

This had been something Castiel had been experimenting with ever since Dean left him horny and alone in his office. The things he asked Dean during his drunken stupor made him curious the more he thought about it. For the first time, Castiel found himself wanting to know what it would feel like to be filled. He tried masturbating to turn himself on so he would produce slick, but it didn't work. It seemed that he could only get slick around Dean. So the next day he went to a ‘speciality’ store for the sole purpose of buying artificial slick, and to his surprise they had an orange blossom scent.

Castiel whimpered as his finger found his rim, the noise too loud in the quiet bathroom that was unfortunately right across the hall from the Alpha. Castiel bit down on his lip to silence himself and circled his finger over his tight, wet hole, dipping in, gasping at the slight intrusion. He wrapped his other hand loosely around his cock and rocked forward into his fist before back onto his finger. Castiel bit back a moan. It felt good, so much better than when he used the artificial slick.

He took a deep breath and gasped when he realized that he could smell himself. The thick scent of his arousal was amplified in the small, hot space of the shower. Orange blossoms. God, not only did his natural slick feel better, it smelled better than the fake orange blossom shit he bought. He groaned as he smelled the way his scent mixed with Dean's-- it was sublime.

As he added a second finger his thoughts wandered to Dean. He thought about the Alpha’s fingers, how good they would feel inside of him. Dean had thick fingers and Castiel somehow knew they would feel perfect. So would his thick Alpha cock, and God -- his knot was probably huge.

Castiel moaned at the mental image his mind was providing of him taking the Alpha’s knot as he pushed his fingers in deeper. He fucked the two fingers in and out of his hole as he thrust forward into his fist. His skin tingled and he felt like he was burning from the inside out in a deliciously wonderful way. Castiel let his head fall back and it thumped against the tiled wall. He tilted his head and imagined what it would be like for Dean to mark him, to sink his teeth into the meat of his shoulder and claim him.

He mewled at the thought and added a third finger, thrusting them a little harder and crooking them just right to find that magic spot inside him. He brushed his prostate and it was like electricity lighting up every single cell in his body. He groaned at the utter pleasure of it all, forgetting to be quiet, or maybe he just stopped caring.

He spread the three fingers inside him, stretching himself, imagining he was preparing himself to take Dean’s cock, to take his knot. Slick trailed down his thighs in rivulets as he fucked the three fingers in and out, coating his hand the more aroused he became. His orange scent wrapped around Dean's warm pine and Castiel was doing his best not to faint as the mixed scents overloaded his senses. He began to pant as he felt the heat pool like molten lava in his stomach.

The Omega massaged his prostate with the pads of his fingers as he stroked his cock hard and fast. Castiel came with a loud moan he just couldn't hold in, his come painting his hand and coating the tiles. He slowly pulled his fingers out of his hole, slick dripping from his hand onto the shower floor. Castiel's legs felt like jelly from his mind blowing orgasm and he had to sink down to the floor before his legs gave out. He pressed his back against the tiles, leaning his head forward to drop into his hands as he focused on calming his breathing.

“How in the hell am I going to face Dean tomorrow after this?” he mumbled to himself as the guilt of what he’d done washed over him.

Castiel sat there until the water started to cool before he got up and washed off, scrubbing his skin until it was pink and there was no way any trace of arousal was left on him. He shut off the water and got out of the shower, grabbing the towel he had set on the counter and drying himself off before he dressed in a pair of boxer briefs, sweatpants and a tee shirt. He grabbed his toiletry bag to get out his Spruce cologne but set it back down as he remembered Dean's words from earlier: ‘You can be yourself here.’ The Alpha could already scent him, so why wear the nauseating cologne if he didn't have to?

He finished his nightly routine-- brushing his teeth, brushing his hair, trying and failing to tame the wild mess. He took a piss and then gathered his slick soaked clothes and put them in a scent proof garment bag. Castiel thought ahead and packed a few, knowing he would be around the green-eyed Alpha who, for some unknown reason, was able to fuck up his hormones. He walked back into the bedroom and placed the bag in the bottom of his suitcase before he remembered he forgot to call Gabriel.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he reached for his cell phone on the bedside table. He brought up his brother’s contact information and pressed call as he sat down on the bed.

“Mladshiy brat! I was starting to worry about you,” Gabriel chided.

Castiel sighed. “Sorry Gabriel, it has been a very long day.”

Gabriel hummed his acknowledgement. “Were you able to identify the bodies?”

“Yes, I was. Tyrus, Abner, Jofiel, Ezra, and Thaddeus.”

Castiel heard his brother flipping through some papers, most likely the mug-shots he’d taken photos of. “All our Shestyorkas in the working unit. They won’t be hard to replace, but…” Gabriel trailed off.

“They were our family brat so this cannot go unpunished. I also need you to call and inform their families. I’m sorry I have to ask that of you.”

“Castiel, it’s my job. I understand and I will call them first thing in the morning. And I agree this cannot go unpunished.” Gabriel stopped for a moment. “What did you have in mind Pakhan? I can put the plan in motion and we can strike back when you return tomorrow.”

“I have something in the works with Don Winchester,” Castiel kept his voice even and sure, so I will be staying on in Boston for a few more days Gabriel.”

Silence for a moment and then, “Would you like me to send some Bykis up?”

Castiel briefly considered it before he cleared his throat and answered, “No, that will not be necessary, Gabriel. They are of better use at home. Don Winchester has plenty of security. So,” he shifted back on the pillows, “how are things there?”

“Quiet, business is good. The Club is packed to capacity tonight, and no problems from Bellomo.”

“Are you at the club?” Castiel inquired.

“Yup. Finishing up the books now and then I was going to head back to your house.”

Castiel smiled, he was happy to hear his brother was out of the house. “Thank you, Gabriel for stepping up while I am gone. There really is no one else that I would trust with such a task.”

“You know I will always have your back, mladshiy brat, and you will always be able to count on me.” Cas could hear a new note of contentment in his brother. “Oh by the way I found my house. It's perfect Castiel. I can't wait until you get back, so I can show it to you before I put in an offer.”

“I look forward to seeing it.” Castiel yawned. “I’m beat Gabriel. I’m going to try and get some sleep now.”

”Dobroy nochi, mladshiy brat.”

“Good night, brother. Rest well.”

Castiel hung up and placed his cell back on the bedside table before settling into bed, the smell of pine still surrounding him. He thought about the Alpha that had, now, turned him down twice. Rolling onto his side, he made a promise to himself that he didn’t need the Alpha, but he sure as hell would show Dean exactly what it was he was missing. He breathed in deeply, allowing Dean’s scent to lull him into a peaceful night’s sleep.

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