#i have an issue with using commas too liberally so i'll welcome the critiques

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I Want to Break Free Chapter 2

Trigger warning for brief mention of sexual assault and drugging.

Chapter 1; Character Page ; About the World

The aches and pain were what he noticed first upon regaining consciousness. Before he even opened his eyes, Dean knew he must look rough. A movement to his left made him aware he was not alone. Tensing up automatically, Dean waited. “Mr. Novak,” a carefully polite voice was saying, “you don’t need to wait here, you are not family.”

A lighter voice answered, all snark, “Dr. Milton, this man was just assaulted and his family isn’t here yet so I’m staying right here, thank you very much. And have Meg bring in some more lollipops, would you?”

Grinding teeth, probably from the doctor, accompanied the retreat of steps and the gentle click as the door swung shut. Dean’s eyes flew open and he squinted against the too-bright lights of the hospital room. His nose hurt like a bitch and the itching under his skin and slick-feeling in his charming hospital gown told him he was still in heat. There was one of those stupid finger things that tracked your pulse on him, but he was otherwise unviolated by hospital equipment. An Alpha sat close to him, though very clearly giving him space, and stared at him with eyes like sun shining through a tumbler of sweet tea. Dean was surprised again by his short stature, which didn’t seem to match the strange... bigness of the man. Like he managed to fill out any room he was in. At the moment, Dean couldn’t find it very impressive.

“You’re awake!” the Alpha half-shouted, acting like he wanted to hug him, which made Dean flinch. The man stilled and raised his palms in a placating manner, just as he’d done in the alley, “sorry, sorry. My name is Gabriel, if you remember.”

Dean nodded, ignoring the throbbing pain in his face as he opened his mouth to speak, “Dean.” His voice was mangled and nasally, not at all the smooth voice he usually was so proud of. His broken nose meant he could really only smell blood, but he thought he could get a whiff of cherry as he regarded Gabriel.

“I know,” Gabriel answered, nodding absent-mindedly and not mentioned the stuffy sound of the Omegas voice, “they already identified you, apparently one of the nurses - Garth was his name - knows you. He called your brother a few minutes ago.”

Sam. Oh god, what was Sam going to think? His Alpha brother was his best friend, but he was still an Alpha, and still prone to anger. Would he blame Dean for this? Dean couldn’t think of a reason why he wouldn’t. He should. A tear rolled down his cheek as he looked down at his hands.

It didn’t take long for Sam to arrive, he must have floored it over here. Dean’s incredibly tall brother burst into the room like the man who assaulted Dean was still there, all Alpha rage and clenched fists. The way he exploded through the door would have been comical in another situation. Angry eyes immediately found Gabriel and a feral snarl ripped through his teeth. Gabriel stood and backed up, all submissive and carely, “whoa there, I’m not him!”

His words didn’t do anything and the tree of a man before him advanced, teeth bared. Gabriel tilted his head and showed his neck, stopping Sam in his tracks. Alphas didn’t just bare their necks to Alphas or anyone for that matter. It surprised Sam enough to let Dean break through the Alpha rage.

“Sammy,” Dean spoke, wrecked voice making his brother flinch, “it really wasn’t him. He, uh, he saved me.” Instantly deflated Sam Winchester backed down, the angry turpentine scent draining out of his ink and leather scent. Though Dean couldn’t quite smell it, the relief in Gabriel’s face confirmed as much. Dean watched Gabriel frown and sniff in Sam’s direction but ignored it, instead baring his neck to his brother and mumbling, “I’m sorry, Sam.”

“No Dean,” Sam said, the wobbling in his words betraying him a moment before the tears did, “I’m sorry. I should have been there!”

Dean only shook his head, tears falling again. Sam seemed to pick up on the fact that he wasn’t helped and instead sat in the chair Gabriel had abandoned, wiping the tears and taking a large breath. Without looking at the other Alpha Sam addressed him, “thanks man. For, uh, for protecting him. And then... getting him here.”

There was a question in his words and Gabriel shrugged, “it’s Gabriel Novak. My brother is an Omega and I... it’s easy to ignore the heat scent if you think of your kid brother, you know?”

Sam nodded, surprised to hear another male Omega mentioned. Omegas were the least common secondary gender and out of every 5000 of them born only about five were male Omegas. He was suddenly incredibly grateful for this short Alpha, without him Dean would be a broken mess in an alley. Or worse. Sam shuddered involuntarily and glanced at the door, “the doctor better hurry up. I want to get you back to my house so you can actually sleep.”

Fat chance, Dean thought. It would be a miracle if he ever managed to sleep again. The news of another male Omega didn’t even interest him. Nor did the doctor. He just wanted to leave. Bobby and Charlie hadn’t shown up yet, so obviously Sam was keeping them at bay. Tomorrow he’d have to see them. To explain. Their reactions somehow freaked him out more than Sam’s, Charlie was emotional and Bobby would no doubt feel guilty.

The doctor entering pulled him from his thoughts. He was young and good looking, with dark hair and green eyes. If Dean hadn’t been so distracted he may have thought he was attractive. Through the blood scent in his nose, he picked up saline and cotton, overly clean scents that made the doctor less attractive at once. With him was Sheriff Jody Mills, looking all business and obviously trying to seem unassuming. Dean groaned and it made his brother and Gabriel growl, both moving in front of him defensively. Dr. Milton and Sheriff Mills each stopped warily. When both of his Alphas relaxed, apparently not deeming either person a threat, the doctor stepped forward and cleared his throat, “Mr. Winchester,” Dr. Milton began, consulting the chart in his hands, “all your tests came back okay, except for the Fervothyl and Rohypnol in your system. Your medically triggered heat isn’t nearly as intense as your normal one, if you’ve noticed your lack of sexual drive.”

Dean nodded, unsurprised by the drugs found in his blood. Fervothyl was the heat drug popular among Omega traffickers because it triggered an unnatural heat and made the Omegas weaker, more likely to just bend over for them. He’d never before been drugged with it and the heat it triggered felt medical and wrong.

Dr. Milton watched his reaction carefully before continuing, “Sheriff Mills is here to get your statement and then, if you’d like, you can be discharged.”

The Omega nodded and Dr. Milton took his leave, prompting Sheriff Mills forward. “Dean,” she began, “we just need to know what you can remember.”

The Beta’s voice was all sympathy as she spoke and the maternal note in it almost made Dean cry again. He knew her distantly, but the respect and warmth he felt for her made it seem like she was family. That thought made his stomach turn, he didn’t want to talk about this with someone he was that close to, “can we, uh, do this alone?” He asked, cutting a glance at Sam nervously.

Gabriel stood immediately, followed by a much more hesitant Sam. As they made to exit Sheriff Mills addressed them, “don’t leave the hospital yet Mr. Novak, we’ll need your statement too.” Gabriel nodded and left the room, sitting down on a bench across from the door with Sam beside him. The sheriff looked at Dean again and sat in the chair beside his bed, which seemed to be where people felt least threatening to him.

“Okay, Sheriff Mills,” he began quietly, nodding when she softly reminded him to call her by her first name. “Jody. I left Singer & Sons at a little after 7, when we closed. I was walking to the Roadhouse and cut through the alley between the bookstore and Cajun Cafe, I didn’t even notice the man until he grabbed me.”

Jody was busy scribbling notes in her little notepad but interrupted softly, “can you tell me about him?”

“He was taller than me, like 6’4” of 5”,” Dean began shakily, “with a scent like really sour dirt and blood, or maybe it was rust. He was dark haired with dark eyes, and an Alpha, that’s all I know. He held me down and threatened me, but Gabriel attacked him before he could... um, penetrate me.”

With a frown and nod she closed her notepad, “Alastair,” she sighed. “He’s an Omega trafficker, you were fortunate Mr. Novak was there. We’ve been chasing him for years, but it’s been almost 3 years since he was last reported to be here.”

Dean shuddered, “are you going to be able to catch him?”

Jody stood and handed the Omega a card before heading to the door, “honestly? I don’t know. But we’ll be doing everything we can, I promise you that. Get better soon, Dean, and call me if you ever need me.”

She left with that super not helpful statement and before the door swung closed a nurse squeezed through. His sense of smell was getting slightly stronger and he grimaced at the cough syrup and mint smell that accompanied a small Beta nurse.

“I’m Meg,” she held the chart from Dr. Milton but didn’t bother looking at it, “I’m here for your discharge, Mr. Winchester.” Meg didn’t seem to eager for small talk as she handed him a clear vacuumed sealed bag with what looked like beige scrubs in it, along with a small bag containing his wallet and keys. “The police kept your clothes, so we have these for you.”

Dean took the bags and pulled the blankets off of him, ignoring the bruises blooming over his skin and the ache that seemed bone-deep in his body. “Thanks, Meg,” he managed, hoping she’d get the hint and leave.

“After you’re dressed, you’re good to go,” she responded dully, “your bother handled the paperwork. Feel better, Mr. Winchester.” And then she was gone.

The ugly scrubs were at least soft and thick, hopefully they’d be able to contain all the slick coming out of him until he could get home. Already his temperature was returning to normal, it seemed as though he hadn’t been given enough drugs to trigger a full-blown heat. Without another look at the hospital bed, he opened the door and met a pacing Sam.

His brother held out his jacket for him, “I begged Jody for it back, and since you’d only been carrying it she obliged.”

“Thanks, Sammy,” Dean sighed, tucking it under his arm. “Let’s go.”

They walked out side by side, Sam glaring at every person who passed and Dean keeping his head down. He was so tired and he hadn’t even let himself really fall apart yet.

They both missed Gabriel, who still sat on the bench outside Dean’s room, head in his hands and tears rolling down his cheeks.

#destiel #so still need a beta #i have an issue with using commas too liberally so i'll welcome the critiques #this is my first full fanfiction #but im super excited about it #hopefully i'll get an invite to ao3 soon because posting this on tumblr is annoying #fanfiction #a/b/o dynamics