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Dean still had no idea what on god’s green Earth made Gabriel even consider hiring him. This was a bar, and while a bit of a hole-in-the wall, it was still packed to the brim every weekend. Plus, their (which Dean sometimes drunkenly joined in on) Wednesday Night Karaoke drew a huge crowd. Hell, with a local write up and all the high praise lately, they’d even managed to beg a few family friends to throw together something that resembled a line with actual security at the door.
This wasn’t a club, this was a bar, but Dean’s wallet wasn’t complaining, and neither was Gabriel’s.
Maybe that’s why he decided to hire his douche bag brother, because he was on top of the world and knew that they could afford a fuck up or two.
Dean absolutely hated the idea, and almost dreaded knowing he was going to have to work shifts at the bar with him every Tuesday, Friday and Sunday night.
For the most part, Dean got along with everyone. Or at least could fake it. Castiel Novak was a completely different story.
Three very distinct things were working against him.
The first being be flirted with anything remotely attractive that moved, and ignored customers in his attempts to warm his bed at night. It wasn’t as though he was just an alpha. He was a fuckin’ alpha on steroids, who had a one track mind when it came to getting laid, which just so happened to be every. Single. Night. He wasn’t a knot-head, by any means. He used the slow forms of seduction, knew all the right things to say, used those baby blues to his advantage and that unkempt bed head that screamed the challenge of ‘Think you can make me look any more debauched, baby?’
The second was the fact that he came into work high as fuck most nights, and he could always count on it Fridays and by the end of his shift Sunday. He always decided to take his lunch extra late on Sundays before cleaning up. But it wasn’t just like it came in pleasantly buzzed eyes a bit bloodshot, smelling a little skunk-y.
Nope.
Dean’d had to cover his section of the bar when the man ran to take care of a random nose bleed that 'came out of no where.' Or he’d be wearing long sleeves, or quarter sleeve Henley’s in the middle of a scalding hot summer, dripping in sweat. Dean wasn’t blind, nor an idiot, especially when he walked out after a shift on a Friday and caught him making out with a hot blonde and slipping a little baggie of coke into her pocket.
He mentioned something in passing to Gabriel, going for the ‘I’m concerned about your brother’ but more it was a little more selfish like ‘is the DEA gonna be knocking on the door any day now?
Gabriel just laughed and said, “Give him until he breaks five cups or plates, I’ll have a talk with him. You know you’re at fifteen Dean, leave my baby brother to me, all right? Besides, both the ladies and the men love him, his alpha pheromones are doing wonders for the bar. Maybe I wouldn’t have to hire someone based on scent if you’d stop wearing those damn blockers,” Gabriel glared a bit, dramatically putting his hands on his hips, “Can you imagine what kind of tips we’d get if we had a hot, actually manly omega working behind that bar? Talk about a kink!”
“Yeah,” Dean grit his teeth. “Bar being the key word. I don’t like people knowing to begin with, let alone have to worry about some drunk assholes getting a whiff and deciding to follow me home or think I’m into the chase. Whatever. Just wanted to let you know your brother’s a junkie. My bad for being concerned.”
Gabriel’s face fell a little, but as soon as he realized it, he perked back up, “But at least a hot junkie, right?” And Dean shook his head and walked off.
Because that right there, was exactly his third problem.
Castiel Novak was hot as fuck. Like he had walked right out of one of Dean’s wet dreams, and he hated how much his body craved him. He hated him on paper: slut, hard drug user, street drug seller, who knew what else was on that list. Even so, he loved the way he moved, the somewhat awkward moments he would have to backtrack quickly on, when he was picking up his ‘dates,’ and he way his eyes shined and crinkled at the edges when he spoke about something that excited him.
Dean wanted to be the one who excited him.
And it didn’t help how bluntly obvious Castiel would flirt with him.
It was nothing like Cas would do with the patrons he zoned in on to take home for the night, it was something different. Even though Dean really, really really wished Gabe hadn’t mentioned to Castiel he was an omega, it was better he found out sooner rather than later, since their hours overlapped quite a bit and they were both important, one way or another to Gabriel. He didn’t want to keep secrets, and this would have been an elephant in the room, if found out later.
Even so. Dean hated how sexy and perfect and how good Gabe’s brother smelled every time he was within distance to catch a whiff, but it was always mixed with some type of perfume. Or cologne. Or chemical combination or drugs that burned at Dean’s nostrils.
In spite of all that, he could still smell the underlying Cas and it was heaven.
Maybe one day, he could get lucky, and be able to smell that in its purest form - that was one of his dreams.
But until then-
“Cas,” Dean barked from across the bar, “She’s gorgeous, I understand, and you’re totally fine giving her all the attention she deserves later,” he shot a wink to the curvy brunette woman Castiel was currently in the middle of seducing, “But angry biker dude had been waiting on his IPA for at least ten minutes.”
“Oh,” Cas stood up, like this was brand-spankin’ new news to him, even though he had taken the order, as well as four more those ten minutes ago, and stumbled over to the taps, but not after grabbing a handful of Dean’s ass and giggling, “You got my back, I got yours,” with minimal slur.
“Looks like pills tonight,” the woman extended a hand across the bar, “I’m Meg, and you’re Dean? Clarence talks a lot about you.”
“Oh, does he?” Dean ignored the nickname and noticed that her beer was almost gone as well, “All that flirting and he didn’t even top you off, how inconsiderate. Whatcha drinking?”
“Stella,” she replied coolly, leaning back in her chair and studying him like a hawk from every angle, “Thank you, cutie.”
“So how did you meet Cas?” Dean asked, clearing the bar of empty glasses and a bottle Cas also failed to collect, and began to wipe it down, “Doesn’t seem like this is the first time he’s getting in your panties,” Dean winced the second the words came out of his mouth, “Uh, sorry, been on edge lately, I didn’t mean it.”
She leaned in and sniffed, “Looks like you’re getting close to your heat,” her voice was very low, “That's from one omega to another, I won’t announce it to the bar or anything. No need to worry about that,” she seemed understanding, “But yes, unfortunately my panties may as well have frequent flyer miles, as well as everyone else’s in this damn state.”
“You sound bitter,” Dean hesitated in his wiping, and looked up to look her directly in the eye, “Feeling and shit get in the way?”
“How can they not?” She jeered her head over to where Cas was trying to balance six drinks in his arms rather than a tray, “There’s nothing not to love,” she shrugged, “But maybe he doesn’t have that in him. But I tell you what, he's got a loooot of something else he’s willing to give,” she finished with a wink.
Jealously flared inside Dean at those words, but knew those were things he would never, ever be able to admit out loud. Yeah. He may be infatuated with Cas. But it was just a little crush. Okay. Maybe more than that. Maybe he was in like with him. Very serious like. But it wasn’t anything he’d want to ruin with casual sex, even though it’s not like that’d be a challenge. All it’d end up being would be “Hey Cas, let’s go to the back room and fuck,” “All right, Dean,” That would literally be that.
Dean needed to stop those thoughts immediately.
“So you never told me how you guys met?” He tried to clear his dry throat, “Bar or online dating?” He snickered.
“Rehab.” Her answer was very simply, “It worked for me, didn’t so much for him,” she shrugged his shoulders. “We were both in it for heroin. And sex addiction, if you can believe that. I got out, Cas couldn’t give it up. I’m not really here to fuck him, or anything, I’m more of a sponsor, moral support.”
“Yeah, lot of good you’ve been doing lately,” Dean rolled his eyes, “I only work with him three days a week, and I think he’s been fucked up every single one of those days.”
“Has he still been able to function?” She asked very seriously.
“Uh, yeah. If you mean, if he’s broken anything, not yet.”
She beamed, “Then, believe it or not, he IS getting better.”
“Are you trying to take my girlfriend away, Dean?” Cas sauntered over, and leaned his elbow on the table, but nearly missed it. He just laughed, “Or Meg!” He looped his arm around Dean’s waist and leaned his head in the crook of Dean’s neck, “Are you trying to seduce my boyfriend?”
Dean shuddered against the touch, even though it was something he had felt Cas do, as his subtle way of flirting numerous times before.
And there it was.
Cas’ scent, unobstructed by the smell of another. He was clean, no one else was lingering and all Dean could smell was the faint odor of Vicodin running through his veins and cigarette smoke on his clothing. And motherfuck was it amazing.
Dean couldn’t help himself, he sunk further into Cas’ embrace and unabashedly scented his neck. His tongue darted out and licked a trail up the expanse of skin along his neck, tasting the sweet and salty sheen of sweat.
And then Dean froze.
What the fucking fuck was he doing?!
Cas had long since froze, and Meg was amused and sipping lightly at her beer, one eyebrow raised just waiting for what Dean was going to say next. She was very, very happy she had come this way tonight, if only for the show.
“Uh-” Dean stumbled, “Dude, you gotta wipe down and clean off in the back, you’re like, dripping sweat because of that damn long sleeve shirt! It’s 200 degrees in here and you’re gonna fuckin’ contaminate someone’s drink!” He didn’t spare a glance, before shoving off Cas’ arm and heading to the back himself, where the employee bathrooms were.
They were single-stalled, and he needed to get himself together before he went back out there to face the music. Not to mention, try to calm his aching cock, and clean the leaking slick from between his legs.
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Meg smirked and tossed back the last of her drink as she watched Castiel who still looked confused like a baby bird, “Was that? A flirtation? I would assume so, but it came from Dean, but it was almost like he was scenting me, like he wanted to--”
“Mark you?” Meg giggled, “In your dreams. Maybe he’s just a little horny and the alpha thing is rushing to his omega loins, take it easy on the kid.”
“I do not understand why he couldn’t have just grabbed a napkin if I really was sweating that profusely,” Castiel justified, “Although, I didn’t mind.”
“Just didn’t mind?” The brunette teased, “Come on, you’ve been talking about that kid since the day you met 'm, and him getting all pornographic and possessive in the middle of a bar, you're saying 'you didn’t mind?'”
Castiel paused, and then slowly looked down. He narrowed his eyes, and then with a confirmation in the form of a nod, looked up. “Apparently, I did do more than mind. And I’m very thankful for the height of this bar at the moment.”
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Dean paced in the bathroom, smacking his head with the palms of his hands, questioning what the fuck he was doing, exactly. He couldn’t help it, it was biology, and Castiel was the perfect alpha for him. Besides the two million and a half things terribly wrong that would make him the worst mate in the history of basically ever.
Then why did Dean want him so badly?
He paced around the room, trying to take in deep breaths and gather himself, until there was a knock at the door, “Someone in here!”
“It’s me,” Meg’s voice called from the other side, “Got something that might help.”
Dean’s eyes lit up. That was right. She had called him out on it, being close to his heat, and as an omega she knew what he was going through. He didn’t care how it looked, he opened up the door, just enough for her to fit inside and then shut it behind her. She began digging through her purse.
“Told you he was pretty damn irresistible, right?” There was a smile on her face that teased, but also a mild look of sympathy. “Now you get it.”
Dean was splashing water on his face as Meg asked from behind, “All right, what are you thinking. I don’t have much in the way of suppressants, I used my last one on a random heat two weeks ago, but I’ve got some weed, that usually helps a little bit, some Tramadol, Klonopin, or Xanax, free of charge.”
He whipped around and spat out, “Really? I thought you said rehab worked?”
“It did,” she grinned, “Doesn’t mean a girl doesn’t like a little extra pocket cash.”
Dean looked her up and down for a few more minutes before nodding, “What can I still work on? Sorry I’m not good at being a druggie...”
She popped a cap and handed him two pills, “That should do the trick. But they’ll probably be done chilling you out in four hours, so use your time wisely. Even though you probably won’t start your heat until tomorrow it looks like Cas kinda brings it out a little quicker, huh?”
The man tossed back the pills and swallowed them down dry, “Thanks, Meg. But really. Thanks.”
“Omegas gotta stick together,” she winked, and stepped out of the bathroom, “I expect my drinks to be on the house tonight, by the way.”
“You got it.”
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Dean avoided Cas as much as he could, considering that they were working side by side at the bar. At least there was a good fifteen feet of which he could try to dodge and weave him, but what surprised him most was that Castiel was avoiding him back.
After being fucking blatantly scented, and straight up orally attacked, with Cas’ track record, Dean was surprised he didn’t find himself shoved back into one of the bathrooms the second after it had happened. Maybe Meg had talked him down? But whatever Meg had given him, well... It was doing the trick.
He found it easy to smile at patrons, mosey along, even though they were in the middle of the most chaotic part of the night, and still feel at ease. Now he understood the pull of drugs. Although he didn’t like the fact that Cas seemed even more hopped up on something after their encounter, and was currently unabashed courting an omega boy. Which didn’t sit right with Dean.
“You gonna do work anytime soon?” Dean snipped, back, full force, into sassy co-worker status, but being sure to stay out of ‘personal space’ range.
Instead of a lewd remark, or anything of the sort, Cas gulped, nodded, and went on his way.
Well, what the fuck was that about?
Meg gave him a small wave from the other side of the bar, right as Jo, one of the waitresses, brought up a giant drink ticket for table five. Dean gestured to the pile and Meg shrugged, understanding, but then stood up to wave.
Was she leaving?
“Meg!” He called after her, as she swung her purse over her shoulder, just in time to catch her attention and make her look back.
She did just that, and leaned over the table, “Thought you said everything was on the house unless you’re interested in more trades?” She winked.
“Just... Why does Cas do that?”
Maybe it was the pill that was making him loose-lipped and curious.
“Do what?” She snorted as she placed a hand casually on her hip. “The drugs? The sex? The 'adorable puppy you think you can save' act?”
“No.” Dean quickly added, “Well, yeah, but that’s not what I’m talking about --”
“Oh,” her eyes lit up in recognition, “You’ve got a crush. And wonder why he’s not trying to tap it, huh?”
The glare Dean sent her was strong enough to stop the Devil himself in his tracks. But it didn’t seem to phase her one bit.
She shrugged, and then grinned even wider, “I can’t answer that, even if I knew. Why don’t you ask him for yourself? Well, it was nice to meet you tonight, after all the lovely stories I’ve heard about you. Haven’t decided if you were worth all the hype or not, but it certainly made for an interesting night,” Meg leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “That should help your case.”
“My what?” He was clearly confused, but as Meg drew away and winked, Dean could have sworn he heard a growl.
And when he looked around, the only person in the area was Castiel, who’s back was quickly turned to him, and now fixing someone a bloody mary.
What did Meg mean, and what the fuck was that?
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It wasn’t until the bar closed, Gabriel saluted everyone goodnight that Dean realized that the only ones left to clean up was himself and Cas.
And the sedative had long since worn off.
He was getting antsy, and felt the effects of a fever, and the level of terror spiking within him could only mean one thing, he knew, as he was taking inventory in the back. His heat had come early, and there was no way to avoid it. It was only a matter of time until Cas closed up the register, smelled the scent and was lead right to him.
Dean couldn’t help but let out a small whimper, because shit, he wanted Cas to.
He’s wanted it for so long, it was even a lingering fantasy that started after Castiel started working there, but now that it was just them, together, alone and Cas would, once again, fuck anything that moves that Dean actually realized that this was going to happen. He’d heard word of girls and guys alike gossiping in the past about how ‘good to them’ Cas was while helping them through heats. Dean always felt the bitter pull of jealousy. He was always pissed like a bratty omega, but he played it off like a champ. Always.
But now, sitting among the inventory, he could feel it in his bones. The shiver, the feel, the craving.
He needed Cas, and he needed him to be his.
“Dean?”
Before another word could be said, Dean was up on his haunches, flipped around and literally tackling Castiel to the ground. They hit with a thud, but Dean didn’t give a fuck if he hurt the other man, because he was breathing in his scent, he had his alpha’s skin sucked between his lips and his hard body underneath him. He was panting, clawing at the clothes that were still in-between them before teasing, “Damn, really must have hit your head, huh?”
Castiel was wide eyed, looking at Dean, who didn’t even give him a chance to respond. He was kissing him hard. It was a rush of teeth and tongues and, fuck, he even tasted just as good as he smelled. Dean wrapped both his hands in Castiel’s hair and rutted them together and yeah, yeah, that right there was amazing.
Dean shifted enough so he was straddling the beautiful man under him, rather than merely grinding together.
He had completely soaked through his jeans, and now his hypersensitive hole could feel the long, thick length of Cas underneath him. He wasn’t sure which one of them moaned first, but it was Cas who was suddenly breathless as he thrust up into the wet heat. Dean’s hands were shaky as they reached for the man’s buckle to--
“D-Dean, stop.”
His hands froze over the waist band of the pants before looking up with incredulous eyes, “What?”
“P-please,” Castiel’s knuckles were white from where they were grappling on the floor, “Please, let me stand.”
Dean’s head and his body were doing very, very different things. He couldn’t stop grinding against that perfect cock underneath him, but there he was, his brain had been doused in ice water. It wasn’t helping Cas much, being in the midst of him thinking what the fuck was happening, his body decided to take charge and show his alpha that he needed him, and wasn’t allowed to stand.
A fresh rush of slick began soaking out of Dean and through Castiel’s own pants, and his hands wrapped the round globes of Dean’s ass of their own volition.
Dean really wanted to say, ‘sorry dude, shit, didn’t mean to jump you like that,’ but instead, grabbed Castiel’s wrist and shoved one hand down the backside of his pants where he could feel what he was doing to him.
“You sure you want up?” Dean arched his back and pressed the tips of Cas’ fingers inside him, “You sure you don’t want to be up inside me?”
There was a choked noise as two of Cas’ fingers dipped into the wetness without any resistant, and then thrust all the way inside. Dean couldn’t stop his heavy breathing as Cas’ fingers pumped inside him once, twice-
- and then were gone.
And Dean was flat on his back on the old creaking wood with the breath knocked out of his lungs.
Cas’ hand was cradling where his head would have hit the ground, and the heat from his body was radiating.
“What are you doing?” Dean whimpered.
He hated how small his voice sounded, he knew the alpha wanted him, could smell his arousal, could feel how hard he was over top of him, because even though Cas was trying, he couldn’t exactly keep them apart.
“I-I-” Cas stuttered out, removed his hand from behind Dean’s head, and tried to move away. “Dean, I can’t take advantage of you like this--”
“You’re not,” Dean wrapped his legs around Cas’ waist and brought them together harder, “I want it, I need you so bad, please, Cas, please. Need you to fill me up.”
“It’s the heat Dean, I’ll call your-”
“You’ve never given a shit about anyone's heats before!” Dean snapped, “Just fuck me, I need it, I need you,” before he could grab at what he could definitely see was Castiel’s growing knot, the alpha grabbed his hands again.
“I’m not taking advantage of you.”
It was still strained, but an order.
Dean had nothing he could do besides let Castiel turn tail and run, quite literally, and wait for his brother to come.
And now the entire time, all Dean could think about was what the fuck was wrong with himself?