#prison!au

He barely slept through the night, eyes wide open and burning as he thought about the people he had met earlier that day, and they mess that he had gotten himself into. He was now, in more ways than one, attached to the Russian crime syndicate. More than one high-ranking alpha was interested in him, and he was the focus of everyone’s attention.

Above all, his face hurt like a bitch. He had been pushed around in his life, but he had never had someone bash his head into a wall before. And he never wanted it to happen again. Though with the way things were looking he wasn’t too sure he had a choice in the matter.

“Why aren’t you asleep, pup?” The alpha’s rough voice startled him.

He sighed, maneuvering himself onto his stomach, leaning down over the bed to look at Castiel, “Why aren’t you asleep?” It wasn’t like it was the alpha’s first day, he should be used to sleeping in the cell by now.

“Because you keep squirming around up there,” the alpha complained.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Liar. What’s your mind? What’s got the big bad Russian alpha up at night?”

The alpha let out an exasperated sigh, “You are very obnoxious, you know that?” Dean smiled because yes, he did know. Sammy and his father had told him frequently. “I was just thinking about your earlier interaction. I’m furious.”

“Don’t like people touching what’s yours, alpha?” Dean said, knowing full well that he was testing some boundaries by teasing Castiel.

“You know, I may have a lot more control than the other alphas in this joint, but I do recall telling you not to test me.”

Dean laughed, about to say something when he heard a loud, angry shout from the cell next to him, “Would you guys either fuck or shut the fuck up?! ” Dean pulled away from the edge and laid back down on his bed, glad that it was too dark for the alpha to see him blushing.

“Like I said, puppy, if you want to be my omega it can be arranged,” the alpha said smoothly. Dean could hear him pulling the covers back over his body.

“Shut up,” Dean said quickly. “I ain’t your bitch.” He tried to ignore the pet name Castiel had given him. He didn’t understand why the alpha called him that, but it was clear he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

“Go to bed, Dean,” Castiel said. “You’re going to wake up sore.”

He was right, his face and body felt like shit and the morning wasn’t going to be fun either. For now, he tried to fall asleep. Not because the alpha said so, though. He didn’t follow orders from anyone but his father.

In the morning Castiel urged him down to the showers. He followed the alpha hesitantly, this was the part he was most nervous about. Being naked and vulnerable around a bunch of naked, horny alphas wasn’t a good time for him. Castiel assured him, a look of seriousness in his face, that no one would be fucking with him.

There was a line to wait for the showers, they stripped and grabbed towels as they waited. Castiel quietly pointed out other members of gangs: who to look out for, who was friends. The alpha made him shower first, watching to make sure no one touched or even so much as looked at Dean.

Dean noticed an alpha approaching him with a smile, “I heard about Alistair, was that you? Because kudos, brother.”

Castiel frowned at him, his eyes flicking from the alpha in front of him to the omega in the shower, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The alpha - Benny - started to walk away with a grin, “I’m just sayin’ is all. You’re good, Krushnic. Very good.”

Dean heard every word, wondering what the hell happened to Alistair between dinner yesterday and now. He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, the alpha following behind him. Dean dried off in the corner as Castiel showered quickly, returning by his side in record time.

He was wondering if the alpha was starting to get a bit possessive of him.

Dean tried not to look down but he couldn’t help but glance. The alpha’s cock was huge , Dean bit his lip and looked up. He wouldn’t let himself react.

Okay, okay, maybe he was a little bit attracted to the alpha.

Castiel threw his orange scrubs on, leaning in to whisper into the omega’s ear.

“All you need to do is ask, Dean,” he purred. The omega almost asked ‘for what’ before the smell of Castiel hit him. He leaned into the alpha, much to Castiel’s surprise, taking a long, deep breath of his scent.

The alpha smelled good, really good. Without the blockers or the smell of the cell, Dean could scent pure Castiel, pure alpha. He shuttered, taking another breath as he shoved his face into the alpha’s neck. He felt himself become flush, Castiel’s breath hitching at the unexpected attention from the omega.

Dean pulled back, looking around knowing that there were eyes drilling into him. Alphas all surrounded and stared at the both of them, some hard as a rock at the display of affection.

Dean didn’t have time to think about it before he felt the temperature of his body heating up. Beads of sweat were forming at his forehead, and his breathing became erratic.

Castiel’s nostrils flared at the scent of slick. He grabbed the omega and threw him in the corner in defense against the alphas gravitating towards him.

“Cas…” In any other situation Castiel would have teased the omega for using the nickname.

The omega whined at him.

“Cas?”

“Dean, put your pants on,” the alpha demanded, shoving an identical pair of orange pants as the ones he was wearing into the omega’s hand. Dean whined at the feeling of the fabric, too stiff and scratchy against his skin. “Dean, I understand they don’t feel that great but I need you to put your pants on now.”

Castiel used his alpha voice, Dean whimpered and immediately stepped into the uncomfortable pants. The alpha had him in the corner still. He faced the omega, watching as he put his clothes on, “Good boy.”

Dean didn’t feel like a good boy. Cas was mad. There was anger seeping into his scent and it was making squirm. He was yelling and Dean couldn’t pay enough attention to understand why, everything was so distant.

“Alex, Alfie, Dominic,” he shouted

The alphas were front and center in less than a second, nodding at their boss because they already knew what to do. Their eyes reddened at the smell of heat, but none of them made any advances on the omega.

Others were advancing, though. Every alpha in the room started him down like he was gonna be their next meal.

Dean wouldn’t let go of the alpha’s arm or move even a fraction of an inch away from him, “W-what the fuck. What…”

“You’re in heat, puppy,” the alpha told him. He gave Castiel an incredulous look but didn’t let go.

“N-no, I’m not. They injected me with suppressants yesterday, it’s supposed to last a month,” he tried to argue. He couldn’t go into heat on his second day, he wouldn’t. Castiel shook his head at the omega as he guided him through the room. The three alphas followed by their side and behind, shooting a deadly glare and holding up a fist to anyone who dared come near.

“True mates don’t play by the rules, pup,” Castiel said. True mates? Is that what was happening?

What are the fucking odds that he would end up in the same cell as his true mate.

When they made it out of the bathroom, Alfie got ahold of a guard, who laughed in his face, “This facilities got the best suppressants money can buy, ain’t no omega going into heat here.”

When Castiel and Dean came into view, the amusement drained.

“We need a heat room.”

Dean’s scent flooded the place, making every alpha in the room turn his head.

“Uh,” the guard said stupidly. “Shit, okay follow me.”

They followed the guard through the hallway and into the warden’s room, who was shocked to say the least. By law, they had to supply Dean with a heat room and a partner of his choosing or toys if he didn’t want a partner. Not in the history of the prison had an omega gone into a true mate heat, but they had an old heat room in the second building just in case.

They moved Castiel and Dean to the room. The omega looked red and sickly. Alphas around them growled and complained, why did Castiel Krushnic get an omega in heat while the rest of them had to suffer?

Dean was clawing into the alpha’s skin and whining at him by the time they got to the room. The guard hasilty locked it shut behind them. Castiel turned to his omega and shushed him, “It’s okay, puppy. It’s alright, I’m here.”

“Cas, it hurts,” Dean whimpered as the alpha pushed him back onto the bed. Castiel crawled on top of him, his hands running down the sides of the omega’s body in attempts at soothing him.

“I know, it’s okay,” he cooed. “I’m gonna make you feel better.”

He wasted no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of the omega’s pants and pulling them off in one quick motion. Dean moaned at the breeze against his hole, his entrance dripping with slick and clenching painfully around nothing. He squirmed at the feeling of Cas’ hands all around him, slick dripping down his thighs when the alpha squeezed his cheeks together.

“Knot,” Dean choked. Castiel licked a long stripe up his neck. The omega shuttered thinking about what the alpha’s bite might feel like. “Need your knot, please.”

Dean had never spent a heat with an alpha. A couple of omegas, sure, and a beta that one time. But never an alpha. He heard they were intense. Better than a beta, omega, and certainly better than doing it alone but intense nonetheless. And he assumed a true mate heat would amplify that even more so.

Right now he felt like his body was on fire, except for where the alpha’s hands that were placed on his ass and the tongue on his neck. Castiel’s touch cooled him down and cleared some of the confusion fogging his brain.

He winced at the familiar discomfort of his heat, making his muscles cramp and his stomach hurt. “Castiel, please,” he whined. His body was screaming for him: his scent, his touch, his perfect fucking knot. He was gravitating towards the alpha, trying to get as close to him as possible.

Castiel smirked, his hands wrapping around the omega’s hips and pushing him down onto the mattress. He shoved his own pants off, throwing them somewhere across the room.

Dean moaned at the feeling of Castiel’s naked body against his own, finally getting the touch he was looking for.

“You’re so good, Dean. My omega,” Castiel’s fingers trailed to his crack, slipping through all of the messy slick. The tip of his index finger circled the omega’s entrance, earning a high-pitched whine from the younger man.

“Yours, Cas,” he insisted. He wanted to get the alpha revved up, wiggling his hips and moaning in hopes of getting things going along a little faster.

The omega gasped when the finger entered him, his hips involuntarily bucking off the bed in Castiel's grip. The digit moved inside him easily, slipping into the wet heat. Another finger followed no long after that, adding a little more friction to the mix.

The omega moaned into Castiel’s mouth, panting as the alpha kissed him. His fingers moved slowly inside of Dean, stretching and scissoring the omega open.

Dean cried out when the alpha’s fingers brushed past that sensitive nub inside him, a high-pitched whine escaping his mouth. Castiel smiled, pressing hard against that sweet spot, grinding in little circles as the omega thrashed in his grip.

No alpha ever fucked him this good, nor beta or omega. Dean could barely breath with the way the alpha’s fingers curved and thrusted inside him, his head thrown back against the pillow, mouth hung open.

It surprised the both of them when Dean’s come spurted between their stomachs, the omega spasming beneath Castiel with a whine, “Alph-ha-a.”He bucked as Castiel’s other hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him in rhythm with his fingers.

A minute or so went by and then the hands on and inside of him quickly disappeared. He whined at the sudden change.

“Touch me,” he begged.

Castiel shushed him from somewhere nearby, but he didn’t have the energy to get up and see where it was coming from. He only whimpered, reaching out to touch something, anything.

“I’m just getting a condom, sweet boy,” he told the omega.

On any other day he would have snapped at the alpha for calling him that. Dean Winchester was a grown man, damn it, before prison he worked, paid bills, had sex, and didn’t once demonstrate any such characteristics of being a ‘sweet boy’. But today he let it pass because a condom meant Castiel was gonna fuck him, was going to knot him, and Dean was desperate for a knot. If he needed to be a sweet boy to get that then so help him, he was going play along.

“Yes, please Cas. W-wanna be a good boy, wanna be yours,” he clawed at the man’s arms when the alpha came back into view, trying to pull the alpha down.

“You are mine, pup, let me show you.” Dean moaned when fingers entered him once again. He felt Castiel’s body shift against his own, his fingers pumping in and out as he worked his way down. Dean felt one arm move under his knees, pushing the omega’s legs up to his chest.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked, voice rough.

Castiel’s answer was in the form of thick, wet tongue pressing circling Dean’s entrance. Dean arched into the touch, letting out a broken whimper, “Oh fucking fuck-ing fuck.”

Dean could barely breathe with the feeling of Cas’ tongue inside him. He was crying out at the sensation of the alpha sucking his sensitive rim, lips locked around it. Tears collected in his eyes, it was too overwhelming, too fucking good . He was thankful for omega’s lack of refractory period in this moment, or else he’s not sure if he would be able to handle it.

“Cas, Cas, Cas,” he chanted with every swipe of the alpha’s tongue. “Please, I’m ready. I need you to fuck me. Please.”

He almost thought the alpha didn’t hear him, his ministrations didn’t falter, his tongue digging even deeper into Dean’s ass. The omega moaned and whined and begged until Castiel finally, finally gave in.

“Want my knot, ‘mega?” He ripped open the condom with his teeth and growled into the Dean’s ear.

Yes, yes he wanted it.

“So bad, alpha. Want you,” the omega begged. “Gonna be so good, so good for you. Please.”

Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, his fever become more apparent to the alpha. He wiped the tears off Dean’s cheek and leaned in to give him a kiss.

“I know you will,” Castiel purred.

Dean gasped when he felt the alpha line up with his hole, throwing his head back as the alpha ever so slowly sheathed himself inside. He groaned at the feeling of Dean’s hole hot and tight around him. Dean moaned as his hole opened up to Castiel. Even with all the preparation the alpha’s cock still posed a stretch, but Dean didn’t mind, he enjoyed the tinge of pain it added to every thrust.

Castiel moved his hips slowly, pressing in and out of Dean with a restrained rhythm. Dean looked as relaxed as Castiel had ever seen him, his eyes rolling back, hands buried in the sheets. Dean was relieved when he felt his body cooling, thankful for the smell of mate around him and the thick cock inside him. He felt like he had been waiting for hours instead of the couple of minutes it probably had been.

Castiel gave in to Dean’s demands, fucking him faster, harder.

And then he suddenly pulled out and a whine forced itself out of Dean’s mouth, “Cas , no. Please, you said you were gonna knot me! Please, Cas, please-”

“Hey,” the alpha petted his hair affectionately. “It’s okay, I’m just repositioning you. Get on your stomach,” he ordered. The omega didn’t think twice as he followed the direction, flipping onto his stomach.

He pushed his knees up and presented to the alpha.

Castiel groaned, getting onto his knees. “ Красивая. So pretty, my omega. My good boy.”

Dean dug his head into the pillow, hiding his blushing face from the alpha.

Castiel spread his cheeks open, groaning at the sight of Dean’s soaking hole. He leaned down to lick a long stripe across the omega’s hole, “You taste amazing, Baby. So wet for me.”

“Only for you,” Dean slurred.

Cas moaned when he dipped back into that tight heat. Dean clenched down and buried his face into the pillow, pushing back against his alpha’s knot.

Castiel started to fuck into him hard and fast, nails biting into the omega’s hips. Dean quickly gave up on helping, unable to keep up with the pace of his mate’s brutal thrusts. He just moaned into the pillow, hands still buried in the sheets.

Castiel tested the omega, hips shifting every couple of thrusts in hopes to find that spot. His grinded into him, moving just a little more until… “Oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” The omega bucked beneath him and he smiled, drilling into that spot again and again, “Right there.”

“Gonna come again?” Cas asked, his voice rough. The alpha’s hips snapped forward, each thrust driving his cock into the omega’s prostate. “Come on, Dean. Be a good boy, come on my cock.”

Dean cried out as he came, his hand flying around to grab Castiel’s arm as he let out little hiccuping moans. The alpha let go of his hip in favor of taking Dean’s hand, their fingers tangling together.

His knot was swelling, each thrust slower than the last until he was rutting into the omega, seeking his own orgasm. Taking a knot would decrease Dean’s temperature significantly and hopefully make him a little more lucid. Dean moaned at the feeling of it growing inside of him, the bulb of it deliciously dragging past his prostate. He clenched down onto Castiel, earning a growl from the alpha.

“Bite me,” he whined, pushing back on the alpha. “Come on, bite me. Wanna be yours, want your knot.”

Castiel groaned as his knot popped, digging his face into the omega’s neck.

As soon as Castiel bit down, Dean understood every dumb romance movie and love story about alpha and omega pairings finally mating. It was amazing, it was exquisite. He was on fire with the pleasure rolling through his body. He shuttered against the alpha’s touch, suddenly he was ten times more attuned to everything the alpha was feeling. It was mostly happiness and lust right now. Dean’s body relaxed into the bed beneath him, letting out a relieved sigh.

“You okay?” Castiel asked softly as he nosed at the omega’s neck. He pulled the omega over so they could comfortably rest on their side.

Dean nodded and smiled, “Yeah. Much better.” He was already more aware, the fog clearing a bit.

“You smell amazing,” the alpha purred. “Even better than you did before.” He had heard before that a mating bite can change mates scents to smell better or more like each other, but it was completely different actually smelling it.

“I know,” Dean said, leaning back into his mate’s grip.

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Dean’s heat lasted five days. The guards brought them food and water, coming in sporadically to check on them. Which made for some interesting encounters, Dean personal favorite being Peter walking in while Castiel was balls deep in his ass and snarling. The beta cursed as he left, leaving the food and water bottles just inside the door with a frown on his face.

Castiel expected a cell change from the warden because of the fact that they were now mates. They didn’t have any rules on it, considering it had never happened at the prison before, but he that didn’t mean they wouldn’t break them up.

When they came back, though, after having to douse themselves in scent blockers to get rid of the smell of mates, they were placed back into the cell together. Nobody really said anything, except for a few smirks here and there. Castiel felt more confident about keeping Dean safe now that he was his mate. Surely, no one was stupid enough to fuck with his mate.