Part 19: Angels and Demons

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Summary Alastair taunts Dean while he waits for Sam, Charlie comes up with a plan, and everyone works together to fix things.

Dean felt like an idiot for having wet himself, but Alastair had shown him exactly what had happened when Sam was a baby. He’d never seen black magics at work before like that, and to see Alastair use it to kill Sam’s biological parents, to see him use the yellow to infect and change his little brother’s magics, to see Sam turning that power back on Alastair had been frightening even though he knew Sam was okay now.

It was almost a relief to see the way Sam manipulated the infection as a baby. Dean had no doubt in his mind now. Sam wasn’t evil. He was special. Sure, Dean was worried, but that’s because he didn’t know how powerful Sam was without unlocking the magics like he had as a baby, not because of what Sam might do with that power. He knew Sam was going to make the trade, that he wasn’t going to fight if it meant Dean might get hurt, and then Alastair would be able to do whatever he wanted with Sam.

Dean was furious. This bastard was winning, and Sam was going to let him. They were all just going to let him! If he hadn’t been gagged, Alastair would be getting an earful. As it was, Dean growled at him every time he got close.

“Oh, so sad,” Alastair cooed, running his finger over Dean’s cheek. “He never really was yours.”

Dean growled, wriggling even though it did nothing to help his situation. He hated being tied up, but this was somehow worse. He was standing in the middle of what most likely used to be a living room, arms out to his sides, but the only thing holding him there was Alastair’s magics.

There was nothing in his mouth, but he couldn’t speak. Oh, he could scream and growl, but he couldn’t make himself speak. It was more frustrating than an actual gag in his mouth because it didn’t feel like there was anything stopping him. His mouth and tongue just wouldn’t work.

His side hurt, but the knife wound didn’t upset him like the wound on the back of his left leg. That’s what he was calling it. He refused to acknowledge what it really was. It couldn’t be anything more than a wound.

And if he admitted what really was on the back of his leg, he didn’t know if he could keep himself from screaming until his voice gave out.

“Sam was mine from the moment I gave him the gift of truly strong magics,” Alastair drawled. “But he would’ve never come to me on his own. I needed to persuade him. And you’re such a tasty little treat to take from him. He’ll come for you because he loves you for some reason,” he said with a sour look on his face.

Dean shivered. It was chilly in the house, but that wasn’t why he felt cold. He still had his clothes on. No, what made him shiver was the way Alastair seemed to slither around the room, ooze over the floor, and drift his way up to Dean, taunting him.

“Kevin was nothing but a tool,” Alastair said with a grin. “He moved to California with so many dreams,” he drawled as he ran a finger over Dean’s forearm. “I didn’t notice him at first when he started playing with black magics, but he caught my attention when he became infatuated with you,” he said as he ran the tips of his fingers over Dean’s side, tickling him.

Dean snarled, but Alastair just continued casually touching him. It wasn’t anything but the attention one might give a docile animal. An animal Alastiar knew couldn’t hurt him.

“If Kevin had been a smart boy,” Alastair said with a grin, “he could’ve asked me for nearly anything, and I’d have given it to him.” He slithered around behind Dean, tickling Dean’s back and neck. “When I realized all the boy wanted was to own you, well, how could I deny him that small pleasure?”

Dean flinched and closed his eyes as Alastair licked his neck, but Alastair moved so quickly he was standing in front of Dean again by the time he opened his eyes again.

“You see, Sam needs me,” Alastair said, caressing Dean’s cheek. “I can help him see how powerful he really is. And if all I have to do is give you to a stupid little boy after all is said and done, it’s more than worth it.”

Dean pulled away from the touch, not getting far, but at least Alastair’s finger wasn’t touching his skin anymore. He glared at Alastair, daring him to touch him again. Dean knew he couldn’t do anything to Alastair, but one slip, one moment of distraction was all he needed and he’d tear Alastair’s throat out with his teeth.

Alastair leaned in, scenting Dean and closing his eyes, moaning as if it was the best thing he’d ever smelled. “Fear and anger,” Alastair sing-songed, “smell so good.”

Dean pulled away, but he couldn’t move far enough away to avoid Alastair licking his neck. He growled, trying to bite Alastair, but his mouth apparently didn’t work even enough to bite.

“He’s going to be beautiful,” Alastair said as he lifted his head, his nose rubbing Dean’s cheek. “When he’s finally unlocked his magics instead of keeping a lid on them like you and your weak parents taught him to do, it’s going to be glorious. The world will never be the same.”

Dean shook his head. Sam would never be evil. He would never let the black magics overtake him. If what Alastair had said was true, that Sam had mixed red magics with yellow even as a baby, then yes, he was just as amazing as Dean always thought he was, but he was also more powerful than anyone could’ve imagined, including Sam himself.

It had never been done. At least not in reality. Oh, there were legends, fairy tales about warlocks and sorceresses who were so powerful, so in control of their magics that they changed the color, taking on aspects of both magics and making something completely new, unlike when yellow infected someone and changed everything to black. But it was a fairy tale. That’s all it was. At least until Sam.

Dean didn’t remember his parents ever mentioning Sam had red magics originally, but he’d have to ask them. He doubted they’d keep it a secret. If they’d known, they would’ve given Sam specialized training.

“No one but me saw his potential,” Alastair said. “He called to me, even as a baby. He knew I had what he needed to become something the world has never seen. He’ll be unstoppable. He’ll have power over anything and anyone.”

Alastair licked his cheek, wrapping his arms around Dean’s midsection. Dean tried to pull away, but the small amount of wiggle room he had didn’t allow it. He felt a tingling over his skin and in his mind. The fucker was reading him.

Dean pushed at him mentally, trying to keep him out. Missouri and Sam had taught him how to do it when he was little, and he pushed against Alastair, a wall in his head keeping him out.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Alastair said, his fingers slipping under Dean’s shirt, his nails scratching over Dean’s back. “You think what baby brother taught you is going to keep me out.”

Alastair tutted, then kicked the wall. Dean gasped as his mental wall crumbled. It hurt, a jarring pain that had him squeezing his eyes shut and whimpering.

“You’re no match for me,” Alastair said. “And if you think that hurts, wait until baby brother lives up to his full potential. He’s going to make even the strongest of magics scream in terror,” he whispered.

Alastair stepped back, leaving Dean standing in the middle of the room, disoriented and as if he was floating with nothing holding him down, like he was falling up into the sky and never coming back. It was a horrible feeling.

Dean focused on the far wall, controlling his breathing and grounding himself. It took a few minutes, but he eventually felt as if he wasn’t going to fly off into nothingness.

Alastair had left him alone. Dean couldn’t hear anything outside the room he was in, most likely being shielded, and he pulled on the invisible restraints. He didn’t care that it wasn’t working right now. If the others were working on a way of helping him get free without trading Sam, then Dean needed to keep trying, needed to be ready.

He didn’t overexert himself. He didn’t know how long he’d been here, but if it took all night for the others to do something, Dean couldn’t struggle himself to exhaustion.

Dean thought about Sam, about Sam leaving him when he’d gone to college. It had felt like a rejection of everything and everyone. No matter how much the primes had tried to help Dean through it, he’d lost himself in the pain of losing his baby brother for a while.

All of that changed quickly when Sam finished college and came home to announce they needed to get serious plans in motion for taking over an alpha house. It went a long way in healing a lot of Dean’s emotional wounds to know that Sam had never given up on their goal of running a house. Dean knew he had been purposely blind to what Sam had been doing, but it had hurt so much when Sam left that Dean hadn’t thought rationally about it. He didn’t want to even though he was very proud of Sam.

Then they’d only just started living the life Dean had wished for since he was little, and now Alastair was threatening that. Alastair couldn’t win. Dean wouldn’t let him, even if it killed him.

Dean flinched when he heard a knock on the front door. He hadn’t been expecting it, even though he knew Alastair had ordered Sam to come. Alastair slithered in from what Dean assumed was the kitchen, a grin on his face.

“We have company,” he whispered as he walked to the door.

Dean tensed, watching closely as Alastair opened the door. Sam stood on the porch, a scowl on his face. Dean tried to pull out of the restraints again, hoping that Sam would help, even if all he did was distract Alastair for a moment.

“I’m here,” Sam said, almost growling. “Let him go.”

“Oh, Sammy,” Alastair scolded, and Dean saw Sam flinch as his nickname was used by the creature standing in front of him. “You really should be polite.”

Dean yelped as something was shoved into the hole in his side. He looked down, but he didn’t see anything. The knife hadn’t made a large hole, but it felt as if someone had pushed their finger into the wound. It stopped as quickly as it started, leaving him panting.

“I apologize, Alastair,” Sam said, his voice calm and controlled, though Dean could see Sam’s jaw clenching as he glared at Alastair.

“That’s much better,” Alastair said. “Now, I believe we were about to make a trade.”

Sam nodded. “You can have me. Please let him go.”

“You’d better not be lying,” Alastair said as if taunting a child. “You have immense power, but you don’t know how to use it yet. You couldn’t stop me from doing what I want to Dean, even if I let him leave.”

“I’m not lying,” Sam said, shaking his head. “I know he’s not my flesh and blood, but I love him. If I have to give myself to you in exchange for him, I’ll do it.”

Dean growled, then gasped as he was suddenly released, falling to his hands and knees on the dirty carpet. Dean snarled, springing up and heading for Alastair. He hit a wall of orange magics before he even made it two feet.

“Dean, knock it off,” Sam said. “If I don’t do this, he’ll hurt you. He might even hurt everyone else in the house. I can take care of myself. I’m not a kid anymore. You don’t have to take care of me.”

“Don’t do this, Sam,” Dean said, his mouth working again.

“We don’t have a choice,” Sam said. “Just go home. I’ll learn what he wants me to learn, and I’ll be okay.”

“No, Sam don’t –,” he started, but was cut off by Sam’s orange magics filling his mouth.

“If I’m as powerful as he says,” Sam said, “he’ll be the one who’s sorry when he unlocks my magics. If I’m not that powerful, he’ll probably let me go when he’s done with me. Either way, you’ll be safe.”

“Oh, Sammy,” Alastair moaned, “you’re making me wet with your promises.”

Sam ignored him, keeping eye contact with Dean. “Leave,” he said. “I got this.”

“He’s got this, Dean,” Alastair drawled, a smirk on his face as he looked over his shoulder. “But don’t worry. Baby brother’s gonna fulfill his true destiny when he brings every demon in existence to their knees in servitude. Even angels will obey him.”

Dean’s eyes widened as a trickle of oily black magics ran down Alastair’s chin, over his shirt, and dropped to the floor. It gathered into a puddle as more poured out of Alastair’s nose and ears.

“Dean, leave!” Sam barked, coming into the house and moving to the side so Dean had a clear shot at the door.

“No,” Dean growled, but it was muffled by Sam’s magics as they dissipated.

Sam stood still, looking Dean in the eye as the black oil made its way to his shoes and traveled up over Sam’s jeans.

“Sam!” Dean yelled, falling to his knees as his body shook.

This was it. Sam was going to be overtaken by black magics, and Dean couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it. His heart hurt. His chest was burning. He was going to lose his brother, the baby he’d helped raise, the man who still blushed when Dean cracked a dirty joke, the idiot who still fell for it every time Dean played stupid to get out of an argument.

Alastair raised his left hand out to Dean, and suddenly Dean was flying through the air and out the front door. He hit the walkway and tumbled a few feet, but it didn’t hurt. Nothing hurt as bad as his chest. Nothing ever could.

Dean rolled onto his back, blinking and squinting in the bright sunlight. He screamed, pulling at his shirt. Anything to stop the pain. He was going to explode. He was going to burn up. He was going to pass out if it didn’t stop.

He writhed about, feeling grass brush against his face, but when he opened his eyes, the pain subsiding, he saw Charlie. Her hair was being blown by the wind as she held her hands out at her sides, palms up.

Dean sat up, wiping at his mouth, his nose, and when he looked at his hands, they were covered in black oil. He got to his knees as his hair stood on end, his whole body feeling electrified.

Sarah was standing next to Charlie in a cloud of green magics, swirling about in the wind. They weren’t alone. Behind them, Cas and Gabe were glowing, their eyes closed and the wind ruffling their hair.

Dean stared, not believing what he was seeing. Sarah’s magics were being fed by other magics, all different colors. It seemed like they were coming from everywhere. But what shocked him the most was the white glow around his mates. The white wasn’t swirling, and it wasn’t nearly as powerful and awe-inspiring as Sarah’s, but it was pure white.

His jaw dropped, his breath freezing in his lungs. His mates were beautiful. The most beautiful beings he’d ever seen. And the white magics that came from them made Sarah’s stronger as Charlie mixed them in the wind, a rainbow of colors dancing over their heads and gaining momentum, flashes of white shining like stars caught in the middle of it.

Something was moving in his peripheral vision, and when he turned his head, he saw Alastair stumbling out of the house, holding his head and screaming as his black magics swirled around him, striking out at the sky and muting the brightness of the sun like a dark rain cloud.

Sam came out behind Alastair, orange swirling around him and sparks coming from his fingertips. His hair stood on end, and Dean let out a manic giggle at the absurdity of it all.

Alastair’s magics were powerful, and he spread them out like a blanket, attempting to cover all the others. A spark came from the black cloud, hitting the porch column, turning it to dust and collapsing the corner of the roof.

Dean smelled ozone and sulfur, heard crackling all around them, and his skin tingled with the power that was nearly tangible in the air.

Benny and Nick were suddenly next to Dean, helping him to his feet. He didn’t really need help standing. It was only the shock that had kept him on his knees.

Nick put his lips to Dean’s left ear. “They’re going to use us,” he said loud enough so Dean could hear him over the roaring of the wind. “Hang onto us. Don’t let go.”

Dean nodded, getting a better grip on both Nick and Benny’s arms. They nearly fell as a blast of dark magics exploded out from Alastair, like a wave rippling outward.

Someone started screaming, but Dean didn’t know who it was. He looked to Sam, then his mates, and they were all fine. Purple light exploded outward from the fence between the two houses, toppling a tree that crashed down onto the house.

It was Kevin, and he screamed louder, wails of agony as bits of purple were flung every which way like a dog shaking water off, all being caught up by the black cloud of Alastair’s magics. Once the purple was gone, the yellow dissipated in the wind, the screams abruptly stopping.

Dean had heard of a person’s magics being taken from them, but he’d never seen it happen. It was awful and made his stomach ache, even though he knew Kevin had welcomed the yellow magics in, even though he knew Kevin had helped Alastair every step of the way so he could be rewarded with Dean in the end.

He didn’t know if Kevin’s heart had given out, but even if Kevin survived, he’d be a shell of a man, traumatized by having his magics ripped from him like someone took a chunk of his brain.

Dean looked up to the sky as everything grew darker, Alastair’s magics sucking up random bits of yellow and black from the neighborhood, which shouldn’t have been there in the first place. He was playing dirty, but so was Charlie.

Sam took a few steps forward, putting his hands on Alastair. Nothing happened for a moment, but then a horrific screeching sound filled the air. Dean would’ve put his hands over his ears if he hadn’t been holding onto Nick and Benny. He refused to let go. If Charlie had a plan, he was going to do whatever it took to help her.

Alastair’s eyes widened, his mouth opening in a silent scream as Sam’s orange magics wrapped around his neck. It must’ve been what Charlie was waiting for, because all at once every bit of magics in the air beside Alastair’s changed direction. It had a focus now, and it headed straight for Dean, Benny, and Nick.

They held their ground, bracing themselves as the magics hit their backs and went through them, coming out the other side as pure white, exploding up and out. Dean had assumed it would hurt like when the oil had been purged from his body, but it didn’t. It felt warm. It felt like home. It felt like little pieces of everyone he loved.

The white magics hit Alastair’s magics full force, breaking it apart like glass as glittering shards rained down on all of them. Alastair collapsed, falling hard and not moving once he was down.

Everything went silent, Dean’s ears ringing with the sudden lack of noise. Alastair twitched on the ground, groaning and whimpering.

Dean let go of Nick and Benny, and realizing Sam was still standing and looked fine, he turned to see if the rest of his family was okay. Charlie was on the ground, flat on her back beside Sarah, and his mates were on their knees.

He ran for them, Benny and Nick following close behind. Cas already had a hand up, smiling at Dean as if to say he was okay.

Gabe smirked, looking tired. “That was awesome,” he slurred.

Dean fell to his knees by Charlie, and she looked up at him, a grin on her face. “You okay?” Dean asked, then let out a grunt as Sarah tackled him, wrapping her arms around him and shoving her face into his neck.

“Dean!” she gasped into his neck.

“Hey, you all right?” he asked, running his hands over her back.

“Yeah, I just…,” she started, then trailed off. “Charlie shares things with me. When she heals and when we’re just lying around together, I let her sink into me, and she thinks about you a lot. I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, because she doesn’t show me intimate details or anything, but I feel like I know you, the guy you are deep down at your core because of how she sees people.”

“Take a breath,” Dean said with a chuckle.

If anything, she talked faster. “You’re a good guy, you care about people, and even if you didn’t do such a good job in this community, which you do by the way, I’d feel this way about you just because of how you treat Charlie and because of how she feels about you.”

“Well, thank you,” Dean said, letting her hold onto him as tightly as she wanted.

“I’m really sorry about how hard I pushed to get the black magics out of you,” she blurted. “I pushed too hard and too fast because I was scared and I wanted it out of you. It was a psychic pain, and I didn’t do anything to you physically, but you shouldn’t have experienced that. I lost control when Charlie cleansed all of us, and when I saw you in the house, all of that black eating you and more of it close to touching you, I wanted it out of you. I pushed hard, and I’m sure it hurt like Hell, and I’m sorry. I really am. I just wanted it out of you.”

Dean chuckled. “It’s okay. I mean, yeah, it hurt. It hurt really fuckin’ bad, but I wanted it out probably more than you did.”

Sarah snorted, her body relaxing against his. “Okay,” she said, pulling back to look him in the eye, a little smile on her face, “I just wanted you to know it was me and not Charlie that did the yanking. And I swear I’m not some kind of stalker chick that’s going to be sneaking around the house sniffing your underwear.”

Dean laughed. “I’m totally cool with you sniffing my underwear, especially if you let me watch and you let me jerk off while you do it.”

Sarah shook her head, smiling fondly at him. “Yeah, you would like that.”

“Oh! Yeah, and I wanna watch! And touch!” Charlie said as she grinned at them. “I’m gonna need lots of naked touching. Days of it. And breakfast in bed. Ooh, can you make me some of your French toast? I’m starving!”

Dean barked out a laugh. “I’ll make you anything you want,” he promised.

Sarah chuckled. “She always eats like a horse for days after she messes with magics.”

“We’ll be your slaves for the next month, right guys?” Nick asked, nudging Dean and looking up at Benny.

Benny manhandled Charlie, sitting her up and letting her lean against him as he kneeled behind her. “You bet,” he said.

Dean crawled to his mates, wrapping an arm around each of their necks and yanking them close for a hug. They laughed, wrapping their arms around him.

“We need lots of naked touching too,” Gabe said, scenting Dean’s neck.

“I think we need a giant bed,” Sam said as he walked up to the group. “We could all curl up together and sleep for a few days.”

Dean looked up at Sam, a smile on his face. “You have good ideas every once in a while,” Dean teased.

“Actually,” Charlie said, “I don’t feel all that tired. I just wanted willing slaves.”

Sarah snorted. “Yeah, I felt kinda shell shocked at first, but I don’t feel drained like I thought I would.”

“It’s because I’m awesome,” Charlie said. “I used just a little bit of everybody in the neighborhood along with every natural thing around here I could get my hands on, figuratively speaking.”

“I could feel it,” Sam said. “I knew what she was doing, how she was mixing everything. It was amazing. I think we can safely say that you’re a level ten pure empath and Sarah’s a level ten sorceress. You’ve gotta rate that high even if it’s because you work together in a way you never could alone.”

Charlie grinned. “You think?” she asked, her eyes wide.

Sam huffed. “You just snuffed out a level ten black magics demon,” he said. “No matter how you did it, the fact that you could means you’re a level ten.”

Charlie grinned. “I knew that. I just wanted to hear you say it because it sounds awesome!”

Dean chuckled. “You get so many points for this one that you deserve to have us as your slaves.”

Charlie wiggled against Benny. “Yay!”

“What does that make you?” Cas asked softly, looking at Sam.

“Well,” Sam drawled, “I think Alastair was right about never unlocking my full magics before.”

“You strangled him,” Nick said, sounding impressed.

“It was the distraction you guys needed,” Sam said, nodding at Charlie.

“But to have the power to do it in the first place,” Cas said, “you’d have to be far more powerful than you’ve ever tested before.”

Sam nodded. “I kinda scared myself after I did it. While I was doing it, everything felt right, but after you guys attacked him, I realized what I’d done was… impossible even for a level ten orange magics warlock. Did you help me?” he asked, looking at each of them in turn.

“No,” Charlie said, shaking her head. “I felt how strong you were by yourself. We didn’t need to help you.”

Sam grinned. “Do I have more points than you?” he asked Charlie.

Charlie frowned, then looked at Dean. “Does he get more points than me?” she asked with mock petulance.

Dean snorted. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re still ahead in the points.”

Sam chuckled as Charlie winked at him. “All right, guys. We need to contact the primes and get some crisis teams in here. I didn’t feel anyone break under the pressure in the neighborhood, but Kevin and Alastair need to be dealt with, and we need to have the neighborhood canvassed for the ones Alastair used.”

Nick cleared his throat, glancing over his shoulder at Kevin. “I’ll call,” he said softly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and standing. He walked to the fence, halfway between Kevin and the rest of them.

“He gonna be okay?” Benny asked Charlie, keeping his voice low.

Charlie nodded, a sad look on her face. “It’s gonna take time. He fell in love with Kevin.”

Dean winced. He’d known they were getting close. “Can we do anything?” he asked.

Charlie smiled. “We’re all gonna have to be here for him. No matter what.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. We can do that.”

“Hey,” Sam said, a smirk on his face. “What’s up with hiding the white magics until all Hell breaks loose?” he asked, looking at Cas and Gabe.

Gabe shook his head, chuckling. “Neither of us knew.”

Dean grinned, making a mental note to tease the both of them later about being angels, and as soon as the thought fully sunk in, it sent a thrill of excitement through him. Dean had known white magics sorceresses and warlocks before, and they were very impressive. Now they had two in their alpha house. He had two angels as his mates.

“As Charlie and Nick walked up to the house,” Cas said, “we came out to help. When we stood behind Charlie and Sarah, opening ourselves up to whatever she needed to use us for, it just came out of us.”

Gabe nodded. “I had no idea. At first I thought Charlie was using us as an extension of her boosting powers, like she did with the three of you,” he said, pointing toward Dean. “But then, well, I don’t know about Cas, but something let loose in my head. Something that felt right and like an extension of me.”

“It’s like,” Cas said, looking up as if there was an answer over their heads, “a limb that I never knew was missing, but as soon as I had it, it’s like it had always been there.”

“That’s kinda how it was with mine,” Sam said. “I mean, I’ve always had magics, but they were never that powerful,” he said as he shook his head. “When you talk about something letting loose in your head, that’s exactly how it felt. It was like I had a dam in my head, and when Alastair pushed the black magics into me, the dam broke, and that regular limb suddenly became, I don’t know, like Superman’s arm or something, suddenly stronger than it’s ever been, but it felt right, and as soon as it was there, it was like it had been that way all along.”

“Magics are like that,” Charlie said. “That’s why high-level children need so much attention. They don’t understand the full power, and it feels natural to them. Think of a child walking around with the strength of Superman. He’d pick up a glass and shatter it without ever meaning to.”

“Is that what ours will be like?” Cas asked.

Charlie nodded. “Yes, and you’ll have to learn how to control them.”

Sam huffed. “It’s gonna take some getting used to for me. I know how to control my magics, but I’m a little worried I’ll forget just how powerful they are and do some damage.”

Sarah smiled. “We can all work on it together. Charlie and I have trained people before. I’m confident we can help you guys.”

Charlie nodded. “It’s easier when you have a relationship with the person you’re training. There’s already some trust involved.”

Nick walked up to them again. “They’re sending out a crisis team.”

Dean didn’t like the far-away look in Nick’s eyes. He was hurting, and Dean didn’t know how to help. Nick had fallen in love, even more so after Kevin had admitted to his manipulations. The primes had assigned Nick to watch over Kevin, but it had been more than that, and for everything to have been a lie, it had to be a slap in the face. This had to be tearing Nick’s heart out.

“ETA?” Benny asked.

“Ten minutes,” Nick said, his voice flat and lifeless. “There was a crisis team at Stanford Medical Center, teaching a class.”

Everyone looked over at the two men lying on the ground. Alastair was sitting up, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. Kevin was still staring up at the sky.

“Dean, I’m sorry,” Nick said, his voice cracking.

Dean looked up at him and just couldn’t sit still. He stood up and wrapped his arms around Nick, hugging him tightly. Nick tensed at first, and Dean’s stomach twisted at the thought Nick could be scared of him, but Nick very quickly relaxed in Dean’s arms and hugged him back.

“Hey,” Dean said, “I don’t blame you. Remember when we were all talking about hunting under the influence?”

Nick huffed. “I know I was under the influence. I’m still sorry about what happened, sorry that it went on as long as it did, and I feel really stupid for being suckered into the whole thing.”

Dean pulled back so he could look Nick in the eye. “We didn’t spend much time together growing up, but have you ever known me to allow others to walk all over me?”

“Ha!” Sam barked.

Nick shook his head. “No. You’re self-sacrificing, you put the needs of others first, but I’d never call you a pushover.”

“It’s this shit,” Dean said, holding his hand up in front of Nick’s face, black streaks staining his skin.

Nick nodded. “Charlie and Sarah used Gabe and Cas to cleanse all of us, but it looked like your cleansing hurt like Hell,” he said with a wince.

Dean smiled. “Yeah, I didn’t enjoy it either.”

“I know none of us is to blame,” Nick said with a sigh, then grimaced. “Well, none of us besides Kevin. But I think we should start over. I think we need to have a clean slate and get to know each other again.”

“That ain’t happenin’,” Benny growled, and everyone turned to look at him as he stood up. “We all worked hard to get where we are. Shit happens. The fact that we’re still standin’ around huggin’ each other and forgivin’ each other is not somethin’ to wipe clean. We all went through this, we’re all gonna learn from it, and we’re all gonna be better for it.”

Dean smiled so big his cheeks hurt as he watched everyone take in what Benny said and nod in agreement. This was his family, and they’d made it through their first major incident without injuries or hard feelings. Kevin had been a plant, and they’d still managed to win, still managed to stay together.

“We all know each other just fine,” Benny said. “There were times when I left the house that my head started to clear. I was still under the influence of black magics, but in those moments something felt wrong. I don’t think we should ignore all the good we’ve done, and I sure as Hell don’t think we should ignore how well we treated each other despite the black magics.”

Charlie nodded. “I was never under the influence because I’m a pure empath and immune to black magics, but even then I didn’t see that things were wrong until Dean started forgetting things that had happened. I know some shit happened before Sarah and I got to the house, but if all of you still treated each other the way you did even with that,” she said, pointing toward Dean’s black-streaked hand, “inside you, I’m very impressed and you should all be proud of yourselves.”

A silver van pulled up to the curb, the crisis team getting out and most of them heading for the two men on the ground. An older man made his way toward Dean and his group.

“Hello,” the man said, a smile on his face. “My name is Jim Murphy.”

“Jim,” Benny said, shaking hands with the man. “My name’s Benny. Welcome to the Palo Alto Alpha House.”

Jim patted Benny’s shoulder, the gesture both friendly and comforting. “What can I do to help the Palo Alto Alpha House members?” he asked.

***

The crisis team had assessed the damage, talked with the rest of them, then carted Alastair and Kevin off. Another team would be out the next day to make sure everything was okay. Mary had called to make sure everyone was okay and inform them some of the primes were going to be visiting soon.

There wasn’t a medic in the crisis team, as they were for psychic crises, not physical, and Dean insisted Gabe could take care of his side wound.

Everyone made their way into the house, Dean feeling odd, like not everything had settled yet, and that’s when he remembered what Alastair had done to him. The fact that Dean had two wounds, not just the stab wound that Gabe knew about.

His stomach clenched as they all walked into the living room, Nick heading into the kitchen, most likely to grab some snacks for everyone.

“Cas,” Gabe said. “Could you grab my medical bag out of the infirmary, please?”

Cas nodded and walked out of the room. Dean took off his shirt, then sat down on the coffee table when Gabe gestured toward it. Dean tried to keep calm, but what Gabe had just done by deciding to clean the wound in the living room made guilt flare up.

Dean hated infirmaries and hospitals, Gabe knew that, and he felt like shit because Gabe was obviously doing it to make him feel comfortable. He loved Dean. But he didn’t know what was hiding under his jeans.

Cas handed the medical bag to Gabe, then Gabe got to his knees on the carpet, opening the bag and pulling out a swab and a bottle of disinfectant.

“Lie back, sweetheart,” Gabe said softly as he wet the swab with the disinfectant.

Dean did as he was told, looking at the ceiling instead of Gabe. He didn’t flinch when the cold swab was used to wipe the blood from his side or when Gabe put a clean bandage over it and taped it down.

“It doesn’t need stitches,” Gabe said. “It’s a small wound, and it’s already closed up. I’ll keep an eye on it for a few days, but you should be fine.”

“Thanks, Gabe,” Dean said, then sat up. “Are we gonna eat in here or should we go into the kitchen with Nick?”

Gabe snorted. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, pointing at his jeans. “Take those off.”

Dean sighed, standing up. “I’m fine. I’m hungry, a little worn out, but I’m definitely fine.”

Gabe shrugged. “Then humor me.”

“Gabe, I’m fine,” Dean said, heading toward the kitchen.

Cas stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Humor the both of us,” he said softly, a request instead of a demand.

Dean shook Cas off as he picked up his discarded shirt and pulled it on, a small blood stain on the front of it. “C’mon. I just wanna eat somethin’,” he said, a bit of a whine in his voice.

“You can eat after I examine the rest of you,” Gabe said.

Dean growled. “I don’t need to be examined,” he hissed, then started walking toward the kitchen again.

This time he was stopped by Benny, who stood in the archway, hands crossed over his chest. “You can eat after Gabe takes a look at you,” he said.

“You know what?” Dean said, getting pissed. “I don’t need to eat, and I don’t need to be treated like a child. I’m gonna go crash for a while in a nice, comfortable bed.”

Dean turned around, ready to make good on his plans when he saw that Gabe and Cas were in his way. Worse yet, the rest of his housemates looked concerned. Even Nick was peeking around Benny’s shoulders as Dean took a look around.

“Okay,” Dean said, holding his hands up, “this is stupid. I already said I’m fine. You don’t need to hold an intervention or anything.”

Dean sidestepped Cas and Gabe, heading for the stairs, but Sam took a stand at the bottom of the staircase.

“Would you rather I examine you in private?” Gabe asked.

“No,” Dean growled. “I’d rather you all leave me the fuck alone. What’s wrong with you?” he asked as he looked around, glaring at each one of them. He was being an ass, but it was for a good cause. His heart was being torn to shreds, and putting it off for a while sounded like a great idea.

Cas walked up to Dean and took him by the arm, pulling him back over to where Gabe was standing by the coffee table. Dean was stronger than Cas, but the guilt and all the events of a very long day had him stumbling along behind Cas.

Gabe reached for the button on Dean’s jeans, but Dean pushed his hands away, panting as he tried to think of a way out of this, something to say. As he looked into Gabe’s eyes, he knew he couldn’t talk his way out of it. Everyone knew him too well. He’d fought too much to be able to shake it off now.

“Stop,” Dean said, but it came out as a whimper instead of the commanding growl he’d meant it to be. “Please just stop.”

Both Cas and Gabe reached out, Cas taking Dean’s hands and Gabe going for the button on the jeans. Dean yanked one of his hands out of Cas’ grip, but Cas just stepped around behind Dean and wrapped his arms around his midsection, pinning Dean’s arms at his sides.

“Let me go,” Dean growled, wriggling in Cas’ grip as Gabe pulled his jeans and underwear down. “Gabe, stop!” he yelped.

“Calm down,” Cas whispered into his right ear as Gabe looked over Dean’s genitals for obvious signs of trauma, then took a hold of his left knee and pulled so that he could look at Dean’s legs.

“Gabe,” Dean whimpered, then squeezed his eyes shut as he heard Gabe growl.

Gabe had seen it. Dean’s eyes burned, his knees felt weak, and he panted as if his lungs kept forgetting to breathe in between gasps of air.

“I’m assuming this was done against your will,” Gabe said.

“I’m sorry,” Dean whispered, leaning against Cas.

Gabe sighed. “I’m also going to assume you think this is somehow your fault.”

Dean growled, suddenly furious. “He fucking claimed me!” he yelled, eyes opening as he glared down at Gabe. “It’s a fucking claiming mark I’m going to wear for the rest of my life, and it doesn’t belong to either one of you. Of course it’s my fault. I should’ve stopped him.”

Cas snarled, letting go of Dean’s upper body as he came around to face Dean, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at Cas in the eye. “Even with everything that’s happened, do you still want us as your mates?” Cas asked.

Dean flinched, his throat burning. “I did. I do. But why the fuck would you want me with a –,” Dean started, but was cut off by Cas growling.

“Alastair bit our mate against his will,” Cas announced, voice gruff. “Does anyone recognize this claiming mark?”

Dean cringed. He knew everyone was looking. Everyone saw the hideous thing on the back of his leg. The thing that was his now, a permanent reminder of his time with Alastair, just like Alastair had promised. Who the fuck would want him with another alpha’s claiming bite on him?

“Hell no!” Sam said, and soon everyone else was yelling “no.”

“Fuck!” Dean yelped as Gabe bit down on the same spot Alastair had placed his claiming bite.

It hurt. The skin hadn’t healed yet, and it hurt more than when Alastair had clamped his teeth down on him. But that was physical. Dean could handle it. What he couldn’t wrap his mind around was the fact that Cas was gazing into his eyes as if Dean was the love of his life, holding him tightly while Gabe growled and bit at his leg.

Gabe finished biting Dean, then stood up again. “I’ve claimed my mate. The mark is now mine. No one else but Cas has the right to mark you, and it’s only with your permission, which you’ve given freely.”

Cas suddenly let go of Dean and dropped to his knees. Dean felt numb, and he knew he was in shock. He’d been telling himself his mates would no longer want him, had convinced himself they’d reject him like barbaric alphas sometimes did when an omega was claimed against their will. And now Dean didn’t know what to do with this total shift in his world.

Dean gasped as Cas bit down on Dean’s leg to the right of Alastair’s bite. No, it was Gabe’s now. Cas’ mark was next to Gabe’s bite. His mates were claiming him right here, right now.

He heard the rest of the housemates cheering and whistling, and it was enough to make him raise his head to look at them. They were all smiling, thrilled over the claiming. As it should be, and as it normally would be when mates finally took that last step of courtship.

Gabe took Dean’s face in his hands, forcing him to look in his eyes. “You’re ours. Anything else, any previous claim is not and will never be recognized by anyone who matters.”

Gabe had blood on his lips. Dean’s blood. Because he’d claimed Dean with his bite. Cas stood back up again, blood on his lips as well. Dean’s breath caught in his chest, and he wondered if he’d ever be able to breathe right again.

Gabe kissed him, and Dean breathed in through his nose, melting into the kiss and letting Gabe do whatever he wanted. He pushed his tongue into Dean’s mouth, sharing the taste of his claim. Then Cas started licking Dean’s face, nipping at his jawline, and when Gabe moved to nibble at Dean’s neck, Cas kissed Dean’s lips, smearing the blood.

Cas pulled back, looking at him as if Dean was his everything. “You may either claim us both now or you may wait for a claiming ceremony at another time. The choice is yours and no one else’s.”

Dean’s eyes burned, but he blinked the tears away. Cas couldn’t have worded it better. Alastair had taken away Dean’s choice over who claimed him, and now his mates, the ones who really mattered, were giving him the choice. It was empowering after what Alastair had done, and it was a loving thing to do, the way it should be.

Gabe nuzzled at his neck. “We’re already yours no matter what,” he said softly.

Dean let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a cough as his lungs remembered how to breathe. He smiled at Cas, one hand on each of his mates as he pulled them in for a hug.

“I’m gonna be a big old baby about it and ask for a ceremony,” Dean said with a grin.

Cas smiled. “Anything you want, my love,” he whispered.

More cheers came from the rest of their housemates as Gabe used an expansive and totally over-the-top hand gesture to present the three of them as mates.

“Hey!” Nick said, getting everyone’s attention. “I get to cater the ceremony, right?” he asked with a grin.

Dean snorted as everyone laughed, relieved more than he could ever say, his chest feeling as if it was going to burst with it. “I really hope so,” he said.

“Ooh!” Sam cooed. “Do I get to pick the honeymoon destination?”

Dean chuckled, a weight lifted from his shoulders as everything hit him in stages. “No. You’ll send us someplace you can only get to by plane.”

“Aww,” Sam said with mock disappointment.

Cas leaned in and whispered low enough that only Dean and Gabe could hear him. “I haven’t changed my mind on how I feel about sex with the others. If you both have decided, now would be a good time to let them all know, but there’s no pressure. We can just as easily tell them at another time.”

Dean nodded, then looked to Gabe. “I’m good with what we talked about the other night.”

Gabe grinned. “Yeah, I’m good with that,” he said with a nod.

Dean huffed out a laugh. “You just like watching me fuck anybody I feel like fucking,” he teased.

“Hell yeah,” Gabe breathed.

“Okay,” Dean said, smiling at Cas.

Cas grinned, then turned to the rest of the group. “We’ve decided how we want to handle the relationships between us as a mated threesome and the rest of you. Just like Sarah and Charlie, we’re happy with the privilege of calling each other mate. We’re not going to put any restrictions on sex.”

“Awesome!” Sam said. “Congratulations, guys.”

“Do you guys mind if we start referring to you as mates?” Nick asked.

Gabe chuckled. “Why not? We’ve already been sayin’ it,” he said with a shrug.

“We can keep it to ourselves,” Benny said, “if you’d rather wait for a formal ceremony.”

“It’s not a secret,” Cas said, shrugging.

Gabe kissed Dean’s cheek, then turned to look at Cas. “This calls for a shitload of celebratory sex.”

Cas smirked. “Last one to the bedroom bottoms first,” he said, then took off for the stairs.

Dean chuckled as Gabe growled and ran after Cas, the two of them shoving each other as they stumbled up the stairs.

“You guys gonna be okay?” Dean asked, not caring that his mates were already upstairs, meaning he’d be bottoming.

“Go,” Benny said, “have fun with your mates.”

Sarah and Charlie walked up to Nick, wrapping their arms around him and practically slithering against his body. “We’ll help Nick make dinner,” Sarah said, and Charlie winked at Dean.

Dean smiled, filling his head with as much thanks as he could, knowing Charlie would read him. He didn’t know how Nick was handling everything, but if Charlie was going to be taking care of him, and both women were going to be distracting him, he’d be okay for a while. Charlie would know better than the rest of them how to deal with Nick, and her close relationship with Sarah meant they could both help him.

As he backed himself toward the stairs, he almost didn’t want to leave. His family looked a little bedraggled, but they were together, smiling, and all there for each other. He knew Cas and Gabe would come back downstairs if the rest of them needed support, and that warmed him to the core. He couldn’t have asked for a better group of housemates.

“Well,” Dean drawled, “I have a lot of fucking to catch up on. If you guys need anything, don’t feel funny about interrupting us.”

Sam snorted. “We might interrupt just to watch the live porn,” he said with a grin.

Dean chuckled and headed up the stairs, the sound of his housemates talking with each other, the thought of them all being there for each other sent him up the stairs with a smile on his face and a feeling of accomplishment and pride.

***

Dean walked into their room and laughed at his mates, who were rolling around on the floor, tearing each other’s clothes off and growling. They both stopped, looking up at him with grins on their faces. Dean’s eyes widened as they both launched themselves at him, Gabe hobbled by his jeans down around his ankles, one shoe on, one shoe off, and his T-shirt shredded and hanging off his neck and one arm.

Cas snarled as he tackled Dean, his jeans still on, but unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. His shirt was completely gone, but Dean didn’t know if it had been torn or if it had been thrown off somewhere in the room.

Dean fell to the floor, letting out a grunt as the full weight of Cas came down on him. Gabe wasn’t far behind, but he attacked Dean’s boots, getting them off with rough tugs that had Dean laughing.

“I lost the race up here,” Dean said as the guys tugged the rest of his clothes off, “so I’m bottoming, but who gets to top?”

Gabe grinned at him as he pulled Dean’s socks off. “I won. I got Cas’ shirt off first.”

Dean chuckled, then laughed as the guys picked him up, Gabe grabbing his legs and Cas grabbing him under his arms. They tossed him onto the bed, then Gabe pounced, growling as he nibbled at Dean’s neck.

“Cas,” Gabe said, sounding desperate,” I need lube.”

Cas held up a tube, but it looked very used. “Here,” Cas said, and squirted the rest of the lube onto Gabe’s fingers when he held them out to Cas.

Gabe’s eyes were nearly wild with arousal and excitement, the wrestling most likely getting him going, so Dean was surprised when Gabe’s fingers gently pushed into him, starting with one finger, giving him time to adjust before he pushed in another finger.

“There’s more lube in the infirmary,” Gabe said, concentrating on opening Dean.

“I’ll get it,” Cas said, lingering as he watched Gabe’s fingers moving in and out of Dean’s hole. Suddenly Cas shook himself, then stood up and left as if he didn’t really want to leave.

“Gabe, c’mon,” Dean said, “I’m good. Go for it.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Gabe said, then pulled his fingers out. “Impatient,” he grumbled, then lined his cock up with Dean’s hole.

“Oh, yeah,” Dean groaned as Gabe pushed in.

“Fuck, oh, D-Dean,” Gabe gasped. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna last. I’m on the edge already. Gimme a sec.”

Dean chuckled. “Am I that hot or did the wrestling match get you this excited?”

Gabe huffed. “I don’t know. Maybe both. I feel like I’m gonna explode if I move.”

“So go for it,” Dean said, shrugging. “You can come more than once in a night. Go ahead and get yourself off, we’ll play for a while, then you can fuck me again.”

Gabe grunted, his hands shaking as he held Dean’s legs. Dean was surprised. He’d never seen Gabe so overwhelmed.

“C’mon,” Dean said, grinning up at Gabe. “Fuck me stupid with that man tool.”

Gabe laughed. “You’re an asshole. I refuse to add ‘man tool’ to our bedroom dirty talk.”

“Then fuck me already before I come up with more ridiculous things to call your dick,” Dean said, squeezing down on Gabe’s cock.

“Fuck!” Gabe growled, then started fucking Dean hard and fast. “Fuck, Dean, oh, i-it’s… You’re so fucking tight. Am I hurting you?”

Dean grinned. “Yeah, you’re man tool is so big it’s hurting my little virgin hole,” he said, then rolled his eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” Gabe breathed as Dean felt Gabe’s cock get even bigger. “Fuck, Dean! Dean, I think I’m, oh, oh, f-oh! Dean! I’m poppin’ a knot!” he said, his eyes wide, but his hips never stopping.

Dean’s eyes widened too. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, a thrill running through his body.

Alphas only knotted once they’d claimed their mate, and even then they didn’t have to knot each time they had sex. Dean had assumed Gabe wouldn’t knot until Dean had a chance to claim Gabe for himself. But they were all alphas, and Gabe’s body didn’t give a shit that Dean was an alpha. Gabe’s body knew he’d claimed his mate, and Dean felt silly for having assumed Gabe needed Dean’s claiming bite.

“No, I’m not fucking kidding,” Gabe whined. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Can you take it?” he asked, panting.

“Well, of course it’s gonna hurt,” Dean said with a chuckle. “But no way in Hell am I lettin’ you back out now and come on my chest or some shit.”

Gabe growled, spreading his hands over Dean’s stomach, then around his sides and down to the bed so he could have more leverage.

“You gonna breed me?” Dean asked, then grinned as Gabe shivered and nearly lost his balance, his arms almost giving out.

“Dean, oh, Dean,” Gabe whined, leaning down to lick at Dean’s chest as he fucked him.

“C’mon, Gabe,” Dean encouraged, “push it in. You know you want to. It’s gonna feel so good. Breed me. C’mon. Fill my hole with that big knot.”

Gabe let out a noise that was somewhere between a wail and growl, and Dean didn’t think he’d ever heard that noise come from a human before. And then Dean yelped as Gabe went deeper, the knot bumping against the rim of his asshole. It seemed like it was too big, that it would never fit, but Dean worked at relaxing his hole. He wanted this. His mate was going to knot him for the first time. Of course he wanted this.

“Fuck!” Dean growled as the knot popped in and Gabe dropped down onto him, rutting against him instead of fucking him with long strokes. He couldn’t do that now with the knot in there.

It hurt more than he thought it would, and every time Gabe moved, the knot pulled at his rim. Dean wrapped his arms around Gabe and spread his legs as wide as he could, breathing through the discomfort and rutting up against Gabe. Being knotted by his mate was such a turn on that his cock was hard and leaking between them. He was close to coming.

Cas came back in the room with five bottles of lube in his hands, dumping them on the bedside table and climbing onto the bed.

“Cas!” Dean gasped. “He knotted me! Gabe knotted me!” he said, a big grin on his face.

Cas’ jaw dropped, then his mouth closed, his lips forming an ‘O.’ Cas peeked around them, between their legs, as if he could see the knot, then looked to Dean again. “Are you okay?” he asked, a concerned look on his face.

Dean nodded. “Yeah. It hurt, but it’s fucking awesome,” he said, reaching out and grabbing Cas’ cock, stroking it. “You gotta knot me after him.”

Cas groaned, his eyes closing and his cock twitching in Dean’s hand. “You’ll be sore,” he said.

Dean snorted. “Yeah, and this changes things how?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Knot him, Cas,” Gabe growled, then bit down on Dean’s neck, rutting harder. Then he leaned back, getting to his hands and knees again and let out a howl as he came inside Dean, stuck inside him by the knot.

Dean hissed as Gabe’s hips jerked and the knot pulled on his rim. Gabe’s arms finally gave out and he flopped down onto Dean. Dean chuckled, wrapping his arms around him again.

“Mine,” Gabe said, his speech slurred. “Ours.”

Dean gasped as he felt fingers prodding his hole. They didn’t push in, but Dean hadn’t expected Cas’ fingers there. He gently pressed against the rim, then slid his fingers around Gabe’s shaft where it was connected intimately with Dean.

“Your hole is red,” Cas whispered, sounding amazed. “It’s stretched so wide around Gabe’s cock that it’s hard to imagine there’s something larger inside you.”

“So no chance of a DP tonight?” Dean asked, a smirk on his face.

Gabe snorted. “We could try,” he teased.

“No, that’s okay,” Dean said with a chuckle.

“I’ve never popped a knot before,” Gabe said, his lips moving over the skin of Dean’s neck. He licked just under Dean’s ear, then scented him. “I just popped a knot for one of my mates,” he whispered.

Dean lifted his head to see what Cas was doing. Cas had his head down, pressing kisses onto Gabe’s back, working his way up, then to his neck, nibbling on his earlobe. He kissed his way to Dean, kissing the corner of his mouth and licking at his lips. Dean didn’t know how long they stayed like that, Gabe’s knot inside him and Cas kissing the both of them everywhere he could reach. He didn’t think he could ever be more content.

Gabe shifted, pulling a little, and Dean gasped. The knot felt smaller, but Dean didn’t think it was small enough to come out yet.

“Wait!” Dean said, holding onto Gabe.

“It’s okay,” Gabe said. “I’m just moving around a little. I won’t try to take it out yet.”

“If you keep moving around,” Dean grumbled, “it’ll never get small enough to take it out.”

Gabe chuckled. “You dork,” he said affectionately. “If I don’t move around a little, even when my knot goes down, there won’t be enough lube to keep it from hurting when it comes out.”

“Oh,” Dean said. “Then I guess you can move around.”

After a few more minutes of lounging about, Gabe moved again. “You ready to mount him, Cas?” he asked, grinning up at Cas.

Cas nodded. “Yes,” he said, his eyes wide.

“Okay, I’m gonna get on my hands and knees,” Gabe said as he pulled himself up. “Try to relax and push out just a little as I pull.”

“Okay,” Dean said with a nod, then did as he was told. He winced, his hole sore, but Gabe was gentle. He pulled, Dean pushed, and the knot finally popped back out, and with it Dean felt come dribbling down onto the bed.

Gabe groaned, his fingers rubbing over Dean’s hole, pushing the mess around. “I’ve never come so much in my life,” he said as more come continued dribbling out.

“C’mon, Cas,” Dean said. “Fuck me before it all comes out.”

Cas shivered. “Oh, I’d like that,” he said, then got between Dean’s legs.

“Oh, wait,” Dean said, sitting up. “Do you mind if I turn over? I’ve been in that position for a while.”

“You can be in any position you like,” Cas said, then helped Dean turn over.

Gabe chuckled. “You don’t need the lube you brought upstairs,” he said, spreading Dean’s cheeks.

Cas groaned and pushed his cock in. Dean was amazed at the difference. He’s gotten used to the knot inside him, and to have Cas’ cock in there, he almost felt empty.

“You gonna breed me too?” Dean asked, wriggling on the bed so his ass shook around Cas’ cock.

“If I hurt you,” Cas said, “let me know. I can slow down or stop whenever you need me to.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Dean said. “My mates are knotting me tonight, and you aren’t gonna talk me out of it. Unless you’re saying all this shit so I’ll beg you to breed me.”

Cas started fucking him, gently at first, but quickly built up speed. Dean gasped as Cas’ left hand brushed over the claiming bites. Cas must’ve realized why Dean had gasped, because he scratched his nails over the wounds.

“Fuck!” Dean growled, his cock leaking onto the bed. “Fuck, Cas, c’mon. Fuck me.”

Gabe spread himself out next to Dean, on his side so he could watch and touch Dean. He ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, then kissed his forehead.

“You’re ours,” Gabe whispered. “No one else can ever have you like we do.”

Dean smiled, then the truth of the words hit him like a blow to the chest. His breath stuttered and his eyes burned. These were his mates. Not just in name. He was wearing their marks, the marks of their claim on him.

He suddenly wanted his mark on them. It was nearly overwhelming, and the thought that he’d have to wait for a ceremony made his eyes burn even more. He blinked the tears away, feeling silly.

“We’re yours too,” Gabe said softly, his right hand rubbing Dean’s back. “And nobody else can ever have us either.”

Dean smiled, feeling relieved. These were his mates. He could act like a completely lovesick fool and they’d still be here.

Cas kissed his back. “Do you want to get to your knees? It’ll be easier to take my knot if I’m stroking your cock.”

“Okay,” Dean said, then chuckled as Cas manhandled him into position, pulling him up and getting his knees under him, keeping his legs spread.

Dean left his head on the bed and reached down with his right hand to stroke himself, but Cas smacked his left ass cheek.

“I’ll take care of you,” Cas growled, wrapping his right hand around Dean’s cock, making Dean chuckle.

“He’s a little demanding,” Gabe said with a grin on his face.

The hand moving on Dean’s cock suddenly stilled. “I’m sorry,” Cas said. “I feel the need to do everything for you, to make sure you’re okay and that this is as easy as possible on you. I didn’t mean to be demanding.”

Dean chuckled. “It’s okay, Cas.”

“No, it’s not,” Cas said. “I know I can be demanding and it may seem at times that I don’t take your feelings into account.”

“Cas,” Dean said, “one of the guys I’ve fallen in love with is kind of a strange guy, but I wouldn’t have him any other way.” Cas stopped fucking him. Dean frowned and he looked at Gabe. “Is he upset over what I said or is he getting all doe-eyed?”

Gabe grinned. “He looks like a lovesick puppy,” he said.

Dean stage-whispered, “I think it’s because I haven’t told him I love him yet.”

Gabe’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Oh, so he doesn’t know?”

Dean grinned. “No. He thinks I just want him for his big cock.”

“Well,” Gabe drawled, “it is a really nice cock.”

Dean nodded. “It is. But I’d love him even if he lost his cock.”

“Wow,” Gabe whispered. “You must really love him.”

“I do,” Dean said with a nod. “And you know that, right, Cas? I love you.”

“He nodded,” Gabe said with a grin. “I don’t think he remembers that you can’t see him. He’s too busy smiling so big his face probably hurts.”

Dean chuckled. “So that’s a yes on the knowing I love you?”

“Y-yes, Dean,” Cas breathed. “I know now,” he said.

Dean felt Cas kissing his back. They were gentle little kisses that oozed affection and love. “And it’s not just because you’re fucking me.”

Gabe snorted. “We know you wouldn’t do that or you’d have said you loved quite a lot of people over the years.”

Dean smiled, thinking it was adorable that Cas was so shocked he still hadn’t started fucking Dean again yet. “Yeah, I’m not the type that gets overwhelmed with emotion when I’m fucking and blurt out promises and claims of love and devotion, but this is different. You guys claimed me even though another alpha marked me. You guys love me so much that you didn’t give it a second thought when I was dying inside over that mark, convincing myself you both would reject me. You just claimed me right then and there. I don’t think you guys will ever know how much that means to me, and I want you both to know that I love you.”

Gabe’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to say that just because you told Cas. I can wait.”

Dean shook his head. “I’m not just saying it. I love you too,” he said, looking Gabe in the eye.

Gabe looked shocked at first, but then he smiled, radiating relief and so happy he might burst. “I love you guys,” he said, then leaned in and kissed Dean, licking at his lips before nibbling on them. He pulled away and got to his knees. “And I love you, Cas. You can stop pouting.”

Dean chuckled as Cas said, “I’m not pouting!” sounding very petulant, then he moaned, obviously being kissed within an inch of his life.

Dean let them kiss for a while, then squeezed Cas’ cock, grinning when Cas gasped. “Somebody better knot me.”

Gabe chuckled and flopped back down onto the bed beside Dean. “Yeah, Cas. Breed him already!”

Cas growled, reaching around and stroking Dean again as he fucked into him. He leaned down and bit at Dean’s back, his left hand on the back of Dean’s leg, just holding his hand over the claim marks as if to remind himself they were really there.

Dean couldn’t wait to put his claiming marks on his mates. He wanted to know what it felt like to do it, to break the skin just enough to leave behind something that would last for the rest of their lives, and to be able to look at the marks later, knowing he’d put them there.

He had wanted a claiming ceremony, but his mates were right here. He could claim them tonight, make them his, let everyone know they were his. Then he thought about why people had claiming ceremonies. Sure, they were to claim their mates, but it was also a declaration of a lifetime union between two or more people.

They could always tell everyone they’d claimed each other, but Dean remembered when Missouri and Anna had their claiming ceremony. He’d been really young, but it had been something that stuck with him all these years. It hadn’t been sexual. Not yet. That was saved for later that night. No, it was an event that showed everyone how they felt about each other, something that told everyone they were devoted and they’d made their choice of mate.

Dean wanted that. He wanted to shout to everyone that Cas and Gabe were his mates and that he was theirs. The claiming bites on the back of his leg were for a completely different reason, and he’d never regret why they’d done it. It really did mean more to him than he could ever say. But when it came to finishing their union, putting marks on Cas and Gabe, then each of them receiving marks from each other, it was something he wanted recognized.

He knew knotting them would feel amazing, and the idea of watching them knot each other made him moan. His eyes burned again as he thought about his mates. These men who loved him so much they’d already claimed him in front of their housemates. He could wait to claim them properly instead of in their bedroom with just the three of them.

Dean was pulled from his musings as Cas started fucking him faster. He felt Cas’ cock getting bigger, felt the knot pushing against him. Gabe was running his fingers through Dean’s hair, over his neck as he watched Dean.

“You ready?” Gabe asked softly.

Dean nodded. “Yeah,” he replied.

He’d been so lost in his head that he hadn’t noticed when Cas had lubed up his hand, stroking Dean’s cock with it. It felt great, but it didn’t distract him from the knot that was bumping into the rim of his asshole.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, controlling his breathing. It was going to hurt, but it didn’t mean he wanted Cas to stop.

“Look at me,” Gabe said, and Dean obeyed. “Relax and keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” Dean said.

“Dean?” Cas said.

“Yeah, Cas?” Dean replied.

“I, oh, I-I want…,” Cas said, but he was already panting.

“Anything, Cas,” Dean said, and he meant it.

“Tell me again,” Cas growled. “Tell me you love me. I wanna hear it.”

Dean smiled. “I love you, Cas,” he said. “And I want you to knot me,” he added just in case Cas was hesitating because Dean’s hole was sore.

“I love you too, Dean,” Cas growled, stroking him faster, fucking him hard enough that he pushed Dean up the bed a little.

“C’mon, Cas,” Gabe said. “Knot him. Fuck our mate and push your knot into him.”

Cas hissed, then Dean let out a yelp as Cas pushed the knot into him. Dean’s eyes watered from the pain and he grabbed handfuls of the blanket.

“Gabe,” Dean gasped, looking at his other mate. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew Gabe could give it to him.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart,” Gabe said with a smile as Cas started rutting against Dean. “He’s inside you. He knotted you.”

Dean felt like he couldn’t breathe, like his lungs wouldn’t work. He kept his eyes on Gabe, who looked so calm, so at peace with everything.

“Breathe with me,” Gabe said softly. “In and out. C’mon.”

Dean sucked in a breath, amazed that his lungs had decided to work again. It wasn’t the pain of being knotted twice in one night. It was the buildup of emotions. Something he’d never experienced during sex. He felt things for people, especially ones he was close with like Gabe, Cas, Sam, and Benny, but nothing like this.

This was the start of something. This was a new life. One with his mates. On his terms, their terms, not anyone else’s. It was their choice. And he hadn’t realized the full impact of Alastair’s claim until his mates had knotted him.

Oh, it had hurt. It had nearly killed him when Alastair had marked him. But his mates had claimed him, knotted him, and said he was theirs, something he gave freely, permission he gave because he wanted it, wanted them.

He felt silly for getting so emotional over it. They were fucking. It wasn’t supposed to be this emotional, was it? Then Dean got out of his own head, out of his spinning thoughts and looked at Gabriel, really looked at him.

Gabe looked as if all the pieces in his world had finally come together, and that world was all right now that he had Cas and Dean. It was what he needed and wanted. Gabe was giving Dean time to wrap his head around the whole thing, but Gabe had already accepted it all, had already settled in, grabbed onto this life with both hands. His face held a certainty, a confidence that nearly took Dean’s breath away again.

“Dean,” Cas said softly.

“Yeah?” Dean replied.

“I wanna see you,” he said, sounding sheepish. “I wanna see your face.”

Dean nodded and let his mates turn him, get him situated so that Cas’ knot didn’t pull too hard on the rim of his asshole. Dean gazed up at Cas, and he nearly started crying right then and there. Cas had that same look of confidence, of serenity, of adoration and love. He’d never seen that look on Cas’ face before, never seen that particular combination of emotions from him.

Cas looked content and loose in a way he’d never been, and Dean smiled, realizing no one else had ever seen this Cas before. No one else but Gabe would ever see this. Cas ran his fingers over Dean’s legs, a gentle touch.

“Do you want to come?” Cas asked, keeping his voice low, as if he knew Dean needed that right now.

Dean looked down at his own cock, which had softened a little with what was going on inside his head. He nodded. “Yeah, I wanna come.”

Without looking at each other or saying anything, both his mates wrapped their right hands around Dean’s cock and stroked in time with each other. Dean gasped, his cock getting fully hard again. The stimulation helped to push him out of the odd place he was in mentally, and he groaned, writhing on the bed as his mates stroked him.

“Mmm, yeah, I really wanna come,” he said with a grin.

Cas smiled down at him. “Since you wear our claiming marks, I think it’s only fair that you mark us every day with your come until your marks are on us.”

Dean groaned loudly, thrusting up into their fists. “Yeah, I wanna do that,” he said, the thought of Cas’ suggestion nearly pushing him over the edge.

“We’ll start tonight,” Gabe said. “So you’d better give us a nice big load so we can still smell you tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, fuck,” Dean groaned. “Yeah? You gonna wear my spunk all night long?” he ask with a grin. “Even when it gets all crusty?”

Gabe and Cas chuckled. “Anything for you, sweetheart,” Gabe said.

“Yeah, I wanna mark you,” Dean hissed as Gabe started playing with Dean’s balls while Cas took over stroking him, going faster and squeezing a little more. “I wanna come all over the both of you.”

“C’mon,” Gabe said. “Mark us.”

“Claim us,” Cas said.

“Oh! Fuck, C-Cas! Gabe! Yeah!” Dean yelled, his back bowing as he came, Cas’ knot sliding out and making his orgasm hit even harder.

Dean watched as his load hit Cas’ stomach and dribbled down. Dean whimpered as he watched Cas wipe up some of the come with his fingers and spread it over Gabe’s stomach. Gabe did the same for Cas, spreading it over his skin and rubbing it in.

“You’re gonna be leaking for hours,” Gabe said, reaching down and gently rubbing his fingers over Dean’s hole.

Dean gasped. “Yeah, that’s sore,” he hissed.

Cas’ eyes widened and he looked at Gabe. “Check him,” he demanded, and Dean chuckled as Cas scrambled out of the way.

Gabe crawled in between Dean’s legs and looked him over, very gently pushing his fingers into Dean’s hole and feeling around inside him.

“Dude, I’m sore!” Dean complained, squirming.

“Yeah, and I wanna make sure you’re okay,” Gabe said. “I’m your doctor. I get to do shit like this,” he said with a grin.

Dean snorted, then let out a sigh of relief as Gabe pulled his fingers out. “Clean bill of health?” he asked.

Gabe nodded. “Well, maybe not clean. You’re a mess.”

“I’d say we should take a shower,” Dean said, “but I don’t wanna stand up that long.”

Cas immediately got off the bed and headed for the en suite bathroom. Dean grinned as Cas walked back in with a wet washcloth. He gently wiped Dean down, and Dean was very pleased to see that Cas didn’t clean himself or Gabe up, leaving Dean’s scent on his mates. Cas tossed the washcloth onto the floor, then flopped down next to Dean.

Gabe pulled the blanket over them all and snuggled up against Dean, his right arm stretched out over Dean’s stomach so he could rest his hand on Cas’ side.

“We gotta do the claiming ceremony soon,” Dean said. “I’m not gonna be able to wait long to see my marks on you two.”

Gabe moaned. “Mmm, yeah, I like that idea.”

“I’ll begin making plans tomorrow morning,” Cas said.

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean said, though he wasn’t sure he said it out loud because he was already drifting off to sleep.

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