The Mark of the Beast Chapter 2
Chapter 1 http://cillab42.livejournal.com/49837.html
John looked at the two boys in the bed across from him. The pair was wrapped around each other as though their closeness would keep the bad things away. John didn’t have the heart to tell them that if something bad wanted you, it would rip them apart and take what it wanted. He hated the fact that he was going to eventually have to teach them that cruel lesson.
From where he sat on his bed, he could see the red mark on Dean’s neck and it angered him even more than the first time he saw it. Some motherfucker had mated an eleven-year old boy, had taken what he wanted and then threw him away. Since he had known Dean was a rare Omega, even with their life on the road he had treated Dean with kid gloves so that when he mated at sixteen, he would know what it felt like to be worshipped and loved, and now that had been taken away.
Life was going to be tough for an Omega whose Alpha rejected him, so John made the decision that he would treat him the same as Sam. From here on out, he would put Dean on heat suppressants and tell the world that had two Alphas. If that bastard decided to come back a second time, Dean wouldn’t be in the throes of heat and would be able to protect himself.
The more he stared at the mark on Dean’s neck, he subconsciously reached up and touched his own, it had once been red like the one Dean now sported, but before Mary’s ashes had even cooled, it had turned gray signifying that he was now a widow. He remembered how good life was when his mark was red, how he looked forward to the next day because he was able to spend it with Mary; now he couldn’t see past killing the demon that killed her.
He and Bobby had bonded at Hartville’s Roadhouse over the fact that they both had a gray mating mark and intended to keep it that way because if there was a second mate out there for both of them, it wouldn’t be fair to subject them to the life that they led.
The three Winchesters now all carried different colored mating marks, Sammy’s was still the flesh colored one everyone had at birth telling the world that he was unmated. Dean now had a newly turned red one showing that he’d been mated, and John’s was the gray of widow’s, but if he had his way, Dean’s would soon be black signifying a broken bond. That way when Dean was older he would be able to choose an Alpha of his choice, of course if he couldn’t get the bastard to break the bond, then gray would work just as well.
Dean lay in bed next to Sammy in the semi dark motel room and watched his father as he processed the events of the day. Tonight his dad was trying his best to make him feel safe now that he was back with his family. Tomorrow would be different. Dean knew that his father and his friends had questions, lots of them and he wasn’t sure he had the answers that they wanted to hear.
He’d been surprised when they told him that he’d been gone for a week, but he couldn’t remember any of it. There were flashes of the man that had taken him and the things he done to him that caused embarrassment, but he wouldn’t be able to give the answers they wanted. The last clear memory he had was the few moments before his first ever heat slammed into him and how terrified he’d been.
In school, Omegas were taught about their bodies and the kind of heats that only they experience where their bodies become so fertile that they could become pregnant simply by talking to an Alpha. If that wasn’t terrifying enough, she told him that pregnancies producing multiple babies weren’t unusual.
Like all of his other classmates, they’d learned about the marks that everyone was born with meant. He’d never seen anyone his age with a red mating mark before and that was going to make school even more interesting for him. It was hard enough sometimes being the lone Omega in a classroom full of Alphas and Betas, but to be a mated one would separate him even further.
Now each time a hunt took them somewhere new, he would now not only be the new kid, but the new kid who was the mated Omega. He had no answers for his dad, Uncle Bobby and Pastor Jim who were constantly grilling him about the Alpha, where he was and how he’d gotten there; however, those questions would be nothing compared the taunts from the kids in whatever school he would be enrolled into next. Teenage Alphas are cruel, Betas were super bitches, and both would make his life hell.
Bobby convinced his dad to wait two days before they started grilling him about where he’d been and who took him. He really couldn’t tell them and they wouldn’t settle for that answer.
“What about a name, Dean?” his dad asked. “Surely he gave you a name before he fu…before he claimed you.”
Dean’s face became heated and red with embarrassment as he realized that his dad knew what the man did to him, that everyone in the room knew. He was also embarrassed because he could vaguely remember begging for something he couldn’t name, but his body knew it wanted.
He had fleeting pictures of the Alpha. He was tall; taller than his dad was as well as most Alpha’s that he’d ever met. He was huge, but he’d been gentle, and Dean could remember him whispering soothing words to him while they’d been tied. When his knot had deflated, the stranger had cleaned him up and helped him cool down from the fever of his heat. Even though his dad knew what had taken place, there was no way Dean could tell his dad the specifics.
“What did he look like Dean?” Bobby asked with more kindness and patience that his dad.
“I don’t know Uncle Bobby, I really don’t. All I remember is feeling really hot and there was a funny feeling down there,” He blushed as he remembered the slick that had gushed from his hole, and the more the man touched him the more he produced. “Each time he…he. Well I started to feel better, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.”
“Leave him alone!” Sam shouted as he made his way between the men to stand in front of Dean in a protective stance. He was standing at his full height with his hands balled into fists as though he was ready to take on all comers on Dean’s behalf.
“He says he doesn’t remember them he doesn’t remember.”
“It’s alright Sammy,” Dean assured his baby brother as he tried to calm him down before he got into trouble with their dad.
“No it’s not Dean,” Sam argued. “Dad said that we were supposed to protect you, not make you feel bad for something a bad Alpha did to you.”
“He’s right John,” Jim agreed with Sammy, “we can go about this a little differently.”
“Jim…” John started.
“No John,” Bobby interrupted, “can’t you see how hard this is for the boy to talk about this in a room full of people as though he did something wrong. Even a seven-year-old boy can see that this is not right. This is not a demon interrogation; He’s your kid John. Treat him like it.”
Sam stood in front of Dean staring at his father with a mutinous glare as if he dared him to touch the older boy. John finally seemed to get the message and backed away from the boys.
Jim came up with the idea to take the boys out to dinner instead of another night of eating in the motel room. He told John it would do the boys some good to get out of these four walls. The five of them went to dinner, but nothing kid friendly, because John was not ready to let to boys out of his sight just yet, so they settled on a diner not far from the motel.
While they waited for the food to arrive, Bobby got five dollars from the cashier and took Dean to play the videogame in the corner.
“Dean, you know that John. Well, John loves you, he just has trouble showing it sometime when someone he loves has been hurt, or taken advantage of.”
“I know Uncle Bobby,” Dean told the older man, but he really didn’t. He knew his dad loved him and Sammy, because it would have been easier to have let CPS take them, but he didn’t love anything more than he’d loved their mom.
“Good, good. It’s just that he can’t get the man who hurt you, unless you can give him some information about him.”
Dean pretended to be focused on the Miss Pac Man game he was playing while he thought about what Bobby said. He didn’t want to tell Uncle Bobby that even if he can’t fully remember what happened, he knew that the man didn’t hurt him, but his dad would never let him rest if he didn’t give him something to go on.
He remembered that the man was so tall that at first he thought that he was a giant, but he wasn’t. He remembered…“Tattoo.” Dean said as he let one of the ghosts eat Miss Pac man. “He had a tattoo Uncle Bobby, just like the symbols in your books.”
“You saw his tattoo in one of my books?” Bobby asked just to make sure.
“Yeah, it was in that big black one with the eyes on the front,” Dean clarified before going back to his game.
Sam suddenly realized that Jim and his dad were distracting him with sugar while Bobby took Dean aside to pump him for information on the Alpha and jumped up from the table before he could be stopped.
“Whatcha doing Dean?” he asked as he made his way over to where Dean played his game while Bobby watched. The scene he walked into seemed peaceful, and Dean was concentrated on his game, but he didn’t know that Bobby had gotten the information he needed.
When they arrived back to the motel, the men were ready to leave. John’s went into drill-sergeant mode and ordered the boys to pack their meager belongings so that they could follow Bobby back to South Dakota in order to have Dean look at the book.
Even at their young ages, the boys were used to packing or unpacking at a moment’s notice. Usually one or two things needed to be thrown into their duffel bags, because they never really fully unpacked. Whenever John got a lead on the YED or if another job came up and he needed to save another family because he’d been unable to save his, they were usually packed and ready to go.
“Sam make sure you get all of your army men,” Dean reminded his baby brother. They were the only thing that held Sam’s interest, and would fit into his duffle without displacing his few clothes. Dean also knew that if Sam left them John wouldn’t care and he wanted his baby brother to have something.
“’K Dee,” Sam responded knowing that Dean had probably already packed them for him.
The trip to Bobby’s didn’t seem to take that long to the boys, but that was because that were used to the traveling and they had each other for company while their father drove.
They tried not to show it, but they were both excited about going to Bobby’s because depending on how long they were there, they lived like normal people and that was a big thing to Sammy. He really didn’t understand what their dad did yet, so he kept whining to his dad to get a job where they didn’t have to travel so much. The problem was he was smart and Dean knew he would figure it out soon, and it would be left up to Dean to fill in the blanks.
Dean loved Bobby’s because when he was here there was another Omega boy his age and that made life more bearable while he was there. He loved Sam, but as the younger boy got older, the Alpha tendencies began to manifest themselves and he wanted someone who understood him Omega sensibilities.
“Dad?” Dean tentatively asked.
“Yeah, Dean.”
“Are we gonna stay with Uncle Bobby for a while this time?”
“We’ll see son, we’ll see,” Was his dad’s non-committed answer.
Dean looked out of the window and didn’t ask again because he knew that meant that it depended on whether or not his dad got a lead on the demon that killed his mom or something else supernatural popped up.
Once they finally pulled into Bobby’s junkyard, like at Pastor Jim’s, the boys knew where the spare room was and ran inside to put away their clothes. This was the only time they unpacked because this was…home, or as close as they’d ever get to it.
Because he finished first, Dean helped Sammy put his things away before running downstairs to help Bobby cook dinner. When they were here, he got to try new recipes he found in the magazines at school or in the lobbies of the nicer hotels where they spent the night. He loved visiting Uncle Bobby.
“Hey, Sammy,” John called to his youngest son, “why don’t you come help me, it’s time you started to learn how to break down a gun and clean it.”
Dean watched as Sam eagerly ran to help his dad clean the gun. He’d wanted to do this for years, but John wouldn’t let him, and he didn’t understand why. He had taught Dean to shoot when he was Sam’s age, but he wouldn’t teach him the mechanics of how the gun worked. To know how the gun worked, how to put it together and keep it cleaned made you a master of your weapon and Dean wanted that.
When he asked his dad to show him, he’d been told that he would have an Alpha to take care of him the same as his mom did, so he didn’t need to know that. Dean just needed to know how to point and shoot until Sammy was old enough to do it for himself. Guess you had to be an Alpha to learn how to put a gun together.
He looked at his father and his brother taking the gun apart with a longing he couldn’t disguise. After being told no so many times, he just stopped asking, and learned in theory by reading books, so if his dad ever decided to teach him, he’d be ready.
“Dean,” Bobby called from behind Dean. Dean blushed knowing that Bobby had caught staring jealously at his dad and Sammy.
“Yeah, Uncle Bobby,” Dean answered as he walked towards the older man. That’s when he saw the book that he’d mentioned earlier. “Come and look through this with me.”
The book was old, he thinks that it older than Uncle Bobby even, and huge. It was so big that he had to sit at the desk to look through it because he couldn’t hold it. Dean shuttered as he looked at the cover, some of the books in Uncle Bobby’s library scared him, but he wouldn’t tell Bobby or dad because they would think it was just because he was an Omega. He’d told Sammy though, and it turns out that even though he was an Alpha, they scared him too.
Bobby pulled the chair out for Dean to sit and opened the book and he began to look and the million symbols in there.
“Look carefully at these and tell me when you see the one like the tattoo on the Alpha.”
Dean nodded yes, and blushed a little at the thought of the Alpha and began to concentrate on the symbols. It wasn’t as though he could say no.
He was surprised at the sheer amount of symbols the book had; were there really that many things that people needed protecting from?
Finally, he found it, the last symbol on the last page. He’d been so cross eyed by looking at all of the symbols that he’s almost picked one just so he could stop looking but then dad would be mad and Bobby would be disappointed.
“That’s the one,” He told the man as he pointed at the symbol. He felt proud that Bobby hadn’t asked him if he was sure. His dad would have asked him a million times before he even looked at where Dean was pointing.
“It’s an anti-possession symbol, John,” Dean heard Bobby tell his dad later that night. The men thought that he and Sammy were asleep. Dean looked over at Sammy, okay he was, but Dean was only pretending. This was the only way he could learn things because the adults didn’t talk around them.
“That means that the Alpha is a hunter, Bobby, because there is no other way anyone would need that symbol. Does this mean that he’s someone we’ve worked with or ran into at Harvelle’s?”
“Could be John,” Bobby agreed, “you know most of those guys are sweet on Ellen, could be someone trying to get even for Bill dying on that hunt with you.”
“Bobby we could be here all day making suppositions about why, the thing is this fucker had no qualms about mating an eleven year old kid.” John surmised. “He’s mated now and there’s nothing I can do about it now, but I can make sure Dean will be able to protect himself from now on.”
“How are you planning on doing that John?” Bobby asked.
“It’s time Sammy started his training, no reason Dean can’t start as well.”
“John…”
“I won’t leave him vulnerable again Bobby, I won’t. I know I won’t get an award for father of the year, but if this happens again, I’ll know that Dean can protect himself and that’s good enough for me.”
“There a doc in town that will be able to get him on sups John. It makes no sense to train him and then have it all come undone when his heats hit.” Bobby reasoned.
Dean didn’t hear the rest of the conversation because he was so busy celebrating in his head. Dad was going to train him; he’d be treated the same as Sammy, like an Alpha and not some fragile doll. That was the thought that kept playing in his head before he really fell asleep.
School was the one place that Dean constantly wished that he and Sammy were closer in age, or that his dad had trained him to take care of himself, because he felt so vulnerable there. It was the place where everyone had learned their pecking order by the time they were in the fifth grade; and if you were different or alone, you were seen as weak and therefore bullied.
The day started out the way Dean had expected it to, after a week things had pretty much fallen into a routine. Each day he knew that all of the young Alphas, most of them hadn’t even popped a knot, let alone know what their dick was for, felt the need to tell Dean what they would do to his pretty Omega ass. There must have been a handbook handed to the Alpha’s when they were babies because not matter where he went to school, they all seemed to trot out the same cheesy lines. As if.
The school decided that Dean and the only other Omega in his age group would fare better together, but they did have some reservations at first because Dean was mated. He didn’t understand what that had to do with anything, it wasn’t as though he was going to brag to anyone about how he’d been mated and abandoned.
Good thing that his dad was quick with a lie and explained that Dean’s mate was away on a job and he’d wanted his Omega to continue school. He told them he had papers, and Dean had never seen them but he’s sure if pushed his dad would produce them. Dean really didn’t understand the fuss, by virtue of him mating, he wasn’t going to come on to any of the young Alphas and they shouldn’t have the slightest interest in him unless he was in heat, then all bets were off.
The principal was still worried, especially once John told them that he wasn’t on suppressants, and that his heat wasn’t due for another three months. An Omega could go into heat early if he or she was around an Alpha that was going into rut when he first popped his knot, and at the school where that could happen at any time since teenaged boys did not always follow Mother Nature’s plans.
To appease the principal, John pulled Dean from school that day and took him to the doctor for a prescription for suppressants or sups, as they were commonly known. The doctor however took one look at Dean and laughed, “I think that it’s a little too late for those, don’t you think?”
“I’m afraid I don’t follow,” John told the doctor.
“Look at his mating mark, the doctored instructed, “See how dark it’s getting around the edges?”
“Yeah, what about it?” John asked and Dean could tell he was losing his patience.
“Well, we’ll have to run the tests to confirm it, but your Omega’s pregnant.”
Chapter 3 http://cillab42.livejournal.com/50229.html
John looked at the two boys in the bed across from him. The pair was wrapped around each other as though their closeness would keep the bad things away. John didn’t have the heart to tell them that if something bad wanted you, it would rip them apart and take what it wanted. He hated the fact that he was going to eventually have to teach them that cruel lesson.
From where he sat on his bed, he could see the red mark on Dean’s neck and it angered him even more than the first time he saw it. Some motherfucker had mated an eleven-year old boy, had taken what he wanted and then threw him away. Since he had known Dean was a rare Omega, even with their life on the road he had treated Dean with kid gloves so that when he mated at sixteen, he would know what it felt like to be worshipped and loved, and now that had been taken away.
Life was going to be tough for an Omega whose Alpha rejected him, so John made the decision that he would treat him the same as Sam. From here on out, he would put Dean on heat suppressants and tell the world that had two Alphas. If that bastard decided to come back a second time, Dean wouldn’t be in the throes of heat and would be able to protect himself.
The more he stared at the mark on Dean’s neck, he subconsciously reached up and touched his own, it had once been red like the one Dean now sported, but before Mary’s ashes had even cooled, it had turned gray signifying that he was now a widow. He remembered how good life was when his mark was red, how he looked forward to the next day because he was able to spend it with Mary; now he couldn’t see past killing the demon that killed her.
He and Bobby had bonded at Hartville’s Roadhouse over the fact that they both had a gray mating mark and intended to keep it that way because if there was a second mate out there for both of them, it wouldn’t be fair to subject them to the life that they led.
The three Winchesters now all carried different colored mating marks, Sammy’s was still the flesh colored one everyone had at birth telling the world that he was unmated. Dean now had a newly turned red one showing that he’d been mated, and John’s was the gray of widow’s, but if he had his way, Dean’s would soon be black signifying a broken bond. That way when Dean was older he would be able to choose an Alpha of his choice, of course if he couldn’t get the bastard to break the bond, then gray would work just as well.
Dean lay in bed next to Sammy in the semi dark motel room and watched his father as he processed the events of the day. Tonight his dad was trying his best to make him feel safe now that he was back with his family. Tomorrow would be different. Dean knew that his father and his friends had questions, lots of them and he wasn’t sure he had the answers that they wanted to hear.
He’d been surprised when they told him that he’d been gone for a week, but he couldn’t remember any of it. There were flashes of the man that had taken him and the things he done to him that caused embarrassment, but he wouldn’t be able to give the answers they wanted. The last clear memory he had was the few moments before his first ever heat slammed into him and how terrified he’d been.
In school, Omegas were taught about their bodies and the kind of heats that only they experience where their bodies become so fertile that they could become pregnant simply by talking to an Alpha. If that wasn’t terrifying enough, she told him that pregnancies producing multiple babies weren’t unusual.
Like all of his other classmates, they’d learned about the marks that everyone was born with meant. He’d never seen anyone his age with a red mating mark before and that was going to make school even more interesting for him. It was hard enough sometimes being the lone Omega in a classroom full of Alphas and Betas, but to be a mated one would separate him even further.
Now each time a hunt took them somewhere new, he would now not only be the new kid, but the new kid who was the mated Omega. He had no answers for his dad, Uncle Bobby and Pastor Jim who were constantly grilling him about the Alpha, where he was and how he’d gotten there; however, those questions would be nothing compared the taunts from the kids in whatever school he would be enrolled into next. Teenage Alphas are cruel, Betas were super bitches, and both would make his life hell.
Bobby convinced his dad to wait two days before they started grilling him about where he’d been and who took him. He really couldn’t tell them and they wouldn’t settle for that answer.
“What about a name, Dean?” his dad asked. “Surely he gave you a name before he fu…before he claimed you.”
Dean’s face became heated and red with embarrassment as he realized that his dad knew what the man did to him, that everyone in the room knew. He was also embarrassed because he could vaguely remember begging for something he couldn’t name, but his body knew it wanted.
He had fleeting pictures of the Alpha. He was tall; taller than his dad was as well as most Alpha’s that he’d ever met. He was huge, but he’d been gentle, and Dean could remember him whispering soothing words to him while they’d been tied. When his knot had deflated, the stranger had cleaned him up and helped him cool down from the fever of his heat. Even though his dad knew what had taken place, there was no way Dean could tell his dad the specifics.
“What did he look like Dean?” Bobby asked with more kindness and patience that his dad.
“I don’t know Uncle Bobby, I really don’t. All I remember is feeling really hot and there was a funny feeling down there,” He blushed as he remembered the slick that had gushed from his hole, and the more the man touched him the more he produced. “Each time he…he. Well I started to feel better, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.”
“Leave him alone!” Sam shouted as he made his way between the men to stand in front of Dean in a protective stance. He was standing at his full height with his hands balled into fists as though he was ready to take on all comers on Dean’s behalf.
“He says he doesn’t remember them he doesn’t remember.”
“It’s alright Sammy,” Dean assured his baby brother as he tried to calm him down before he got into trouble with their dad.
“No it’s not Dean,” Sam argued. “Dad said that we were supposed to protect you, not make you feel bad for something a bad Alpha did to you.”
“He’s right John,” Jim agreed with Sammy, “we can go about this a little differently.”
“Jim…” John started.
“No John,” Bobby interrupted, “can’t you see how hard this is for the boy to talk about this in a room full of people as though he did something wrong. Even a seven-year-old boy can see that this is not right. This is not a demon interrogation; He’s your kid John. Treat him like it.”
Sam stood in front of Dean staring at his father with a mutinous glare as if he dared him to touch the older boy. John finally seemed to get the message and backed away from the boys.
Jim came up with the idea to take the boys out to dinner instead of another night of eating in the motel room. He told John it would do the boys some good to get out of these four walls. The five of them went to dinner, but nothing kid friendly, because John was not ready to let to boys out of his sight just yet, so they settled on a diner not far from the motel.
While they waited for the food to arrive, Bobby got five dollars from the cashier and took Dean to play the videogame in the corner.
“Dean, you know that John. Well, John loves you, he just has trouble showing it sometime when someone he loves has been hurt, or taken advantage of.”
“I know Uncle Bobby,” Dean told the older man, but he really didn’t. He knew his dad loved him and Sammy, because it would have been easier to have let CPS take them, but he didn’t love anything more than he’d loved their mom.
“Good, good. It’s just that he can’t get the man who hurt you, unless you can give him some information about him.”
Dean pretended to be focused on the Miss Pac Man game he was playing while he thought about what Bobby said. He didn’t want to tell Uncle Bobby that even if he can’t fully remember what happened, he knew that the man didn’t hurt him, but his dad would never let him rest if he didn’t give him something to go on.
He remembered that the man was so tall that at first he thought that he was a giant, but he wasn’t. He remembered…“Tattoo.” Dean said as he let one of the ghosts eat Miss Pac man. “He had a tattoo Uncle Bobby, just like the symbols in your books.”
“You saw his tattoo in one of my books?” Bobby asked just to make sure.
“Yeah, it was in that big black one with the eyes on the front,” Dean clarified before going back to his game.
Sam suddenly realized that Jim and his dad were distracting him with sugar while Bobby took Dean aside to pump him for information on the Alpha and jumped up from the table before he could be stopped.
“Whatcha doing Dean?” he asked as he made his way over to where Dean played his game while Bobby watched. The scene he walked into seemed peaceful, and Dean was concentrated on his game, but he didn’t know that Bobby had gotten the information he needed.
When they arrived back to the motel, the men were ready to leave. John’s went into drill-sergeant mode and ordered the boys to pack their meager belongings so that they could follow Bobby back to South Dakota in order to have Dean look at the book.
Even at their young ages, the boys were used to packing or unpacking at a moment’s notice. Usually one or two things needed to be thrown into their duffel bags, because they never really fully unpacked. Whenever John got a lead on the YED or if another job came up and he needed to save another family because he’d been unable to save his, they were usually packed and ready to go.
“Sam make sure you get all of your army men,” Dean reminded his baby brother. They were the only thing that held Sam’s interest, and would fit into his duffle without displacing his few clothes. Dean also knew that if Sam left them John wouldn’t care and he wanted his baby brother to have something.
“’K Dee,” Sam responded knowing that Dean had probably already packed them for him.
The trip to Bobby’s didn’t seem to take that long to the boys, but that was because that were used to the traveling and they had each other for company while their father drove.
They tried not to show it, but they were both excited about going to Bobby’s because depending on how long they were there, they lived like normal people and that was a big thing to Sammy. He really didn’t understand what their dad did yet, so he kept whining to his dad to get a job where they didn’t have to travel so much. The problem was he was smart and Dean knew he would figure it out soon, and it would be left up to Dean to fill in the blanks.
Dean loved Bobby’s because when he was here there was another Omega boy his age and that made life more bearable while he was there. He loved Sam, but as the younger boy got older, the Alpha tendencies began to manifest themselves and he wanted someone who understood him Omega sensibilities.
“Dad?” Dean tentatively asked.
“Yeah, Dean.”
“Are we gonna stay with Uncle Bobby for a while this time?”
“We’ll see son, we’ll see,” Was his dad’s non-committed answer.
Dean looked out of the window and didn’t ask again because he knew that meant that it depended on whether or not his dad got a lead on the demon that killed his mom or something else supernatural popped up.
Once they finally pulled into Bobby’s junkyard, like at Pastor Jim’s, the boys knew where the spare room was and ran inside to put away their clothes. This was the only time they unpacked because this was…home, or as close as they’d ever get to it.
Because he finished first, Dean helped Sammy put his things away before running downstairs to help Bobby cook dinner. When they were here, he got to try new recipes he found in the magazines at school or in the lobbies of the nicer hotels where they spent the night. He loved visiting Uncle Bobby.
“Hey, Sammy,” John called to his youngest son, “why don’t you come help me, it’s time you started to learn how to break down a gun and clean it.”
Dean watched as Sam eagerly ran to help his dad clean the gun. He’d wanted to do this for years, but John wouldn’t let him, and he didn’t understand why. He had taught Dean to shoot when he was Sam’s age, but he wouldn’t teach him the mechanics of how the gun worked. To know how the gun worked, how to put it together and keep it cleaned made you a master of your weapon and Dean wanted that.
When he asked his dad to show him, he’d been told that he would have an Alpha to take care of him the same as his mom did, so he didn’t need to know that. Dean just needed to know how to point and shoot until Sammy was old enough to do it for himself. Guess you had to be an Alpha to learn how to put a gun together.
He looked at his father and his brother taking the gun apart with a longing he couldn’t disguise. After being told no so many times, he just stopped asking, and learned in theory by reading books, so if his dad ever decided to teach him, he’d be ready.
“Dean,” Bobby called from behind Dean. Dean blushed knowing that Bobby had caught staring jealously at his dad and Sammy.
“Yeah, Uncle Bobby,” Dean answered as he walked towards the older man. That’s when he saw the book that he’d mentioned earlier. “Come and look through this with me.”
The book was old, he thinks that it older than Uncle Bobby even, and huge. It was so big that he had to sit at the desk to look through it because he couldn’t hold it. Dean shuttered as he looked at the cover, some of the books in Uncle Bobby’s library scared him, but he wouldn’t tell Bobby or dad because they would think it was just because he was an Omega. He’d told Sammy though, and it turns out that even though he was an Alpha, they scared him too.
Bobby pulled the chair out for Dean to sit and opened the book and he began to look and the million symbols in there.
“Look carefully at these and tell me when you see the one like the tattoo on the Alpha.”
Dean nodded yes, and blushed a little at the thought of the Alpha and began to concentrate on the symbols. It wasn’t as though he could say no.
He was surprised at the sheer amount of symbols the book had; were there really that many things that people needed protecting from?
Finally, he found it, the last symbol on the last page. He’d been so cross eyed by looking at all of the symbols that he’s almost picked one just so he could stop looking but then dad would be mad and Bobby would be disappointed.
“That’s the one,” He told the man as he pointed at the symbol. He felt proud that Bobby hadn’t asked him if he was sure. His dad would have asked him a million times before he even looked at where Dean was pointing.
“It’s an anti-possession symbol, John,” Dean heard Bobby tell his dad later that night. The men thought that he and Sammy were asleep. Dean looked over at Sammy, okay he was, but Dean was only pretending. This was the only way he could learn things because the adults didn’t talk around them.
“That means that the Alpha is a hunter, Bobby, because there is no other way anyone would need that symbol. Does this mean that he’s someone we’ve worked with or ran into at Harvelle’s?”
“Could be John,” Bobby agreed, “you know most of those guys are sweet on Ellen, could be someone trying to get even for Bill dying on that hunt with you.”
“Bobby we could be here all day making suppositions about why, the thing is this fucker had no qualms about mating an eleven year old kid.” John surmised. “He’s mated now and there’s nothing I can do about it now, but I can make sure Dean will be able to protect himself from now on.”
“How are you planning on doing that John?” Bobby asked.
“It’s time Sammy started his training, no reason Dean can’t start as well.”
“John…”
“I won’t leave him vulnerable again Bobby, I won’t. I know I won’t get an award for father of the year, but if this happens again, I’ll know that Dean can protect himself and that’s good enough for me.”
“There a doc in town that will be able to get him on sups John. It makes no sense to train him and then have it all come undone when his heats hit.” Bobby reasoned.
Dean didn’t hear the rest of the conversation because he was so busy celebrating in his head. Dad was going to train him; he’d be treated the same as Sammy, like an Alpha and not some fragile doll. That was the thought that kept playing in his head before he really fell asleep.
School was the one place that Dean constantly wished that he and Sammy were closer in age, or that his dad had trained him to take care of himself, because he felt so vulnerable there. It was the place where everyone had learned their pecking order by the time they were in the fifth grade; and if you were different or alone, you were seen as weak and therefore bullied.
The day started out the way Dean had expected it to, after a week things had pretty much fallen into a routine. Each day he knew that all of the young Alphas, most of them hadn’t even popped a knot, let alone know what their dick was for, felt the need to tell Dean what they would do to his pretty Omega ass. There must have been a handbook handed to the Alpha’s when they were babies because not matter where he went to school, they all seemed to trot out the same cheesy lines. As if.
The school decided that Dean and the only other Omega in his age group would fare better together, but they did have some reservations at first because Dean was mated. He didn’t understand what that had to do with anything, it wasn’t as though he was going to brag to anyone about how he’d been mated and abandoned.
Good thing that his dad was quick with a lie and explained that Dean’s mate was away on a job and he’d wanted his Omega to continue school. He told them he had papers, and Dean had never seen them but he’s sure if pushed his dad would produce them. Dean really didn’t understand the fuss, by virtue of him mating, he wasn’t going to come on to any of the young Alphas and they shouldn’t have the slightest interest in him unless he was in heat, then all bets were off.
The principal was still worried, especially once John told them that he wasn’t on suppressants, and that his heat wasn’t due for another three months. An Omega could go into heat early if he or she was around an Alpha that was going into rut when he first popped his knot, and at the school where that could happen at any time since teenaged boys did not always follow Mother Nature’s plans.
To appease the principal, John pulled Dean from school that day and took him to the doctor for a prescription for suppressants or sups, as they were commonly known. The doctor however took one look at Dean and laughed, “I think that it’s a little too late for those, don’t you think?”
“I’m afraid I don’t follow,” John told the doctor.
“Look at his mating mark, the doctored instructed, “See how dark it’s getting around the edges?”
“Yeah, what about it?” John asked and Dean could tell he was losing his patience.
“Well, we’ll have to run the tests to confirm it, but your Omega’s pregnant.”
Chapter 3 http://cillab42.livejournal.com/50229.html