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It was a busy morning as usual at Le Petit Gâteau, a cosy pâtisserie tucked in the corner of Brooke Street. The little omega running the place was up and about on his feet, juggling between rolling the dough for his pastries and glazing his beloved chocolate mousse cake.
A keen look of concentration was adorned on his delicate features as he shaped his creations with tender loving care, a pink tongue adorably lolling out at the corner of soft pink lips. The regulars often commented on his puppy-like tendencies through the glass panel of the open kitchen as they waited in line, and were often rewarded with a bashful flush for their efforts.
It had been three years since they moved, and it didn’t take more than a day for him to fall in love with the town of Sioux Falls. Truth be told, he even loved the incessant teasing of his customers - it was always fraught with fondness, and never contempt.
The bustling town was situated on the bare fringes of the city - quiet enough for a peaceful night, but lively enough to observe an endless throng of wide-eyed alphas and betas passing through towards the city of dreams. He’d seen all too many eager faces in their suits and ties, anxiously inhaling their last shot of caffeine before some life-changing interview they were going to have. Those were the ones he would sneak a macaron and a meek smile, his calming omega scent soothing them instantly. His alpha brother - Gabriel - would roll his eyes whenever he did so, but eventually relented when they quickly gained a reputation for being the go-to pastry shop for a douse of luck to combat pre-interview jitters. And for some reason, nobody ever thought to notice the pretty blue-eyed omega behind it all.
But what many families in Sioux Falls were truly buying was the safety and acceptance of omega rights that spilled over from the big city. Whilst the decade-old omega statutes have long legalised and encouraged the employment of omegas, only half the population had genuinely embraced the idea. The archaic beliefs that omegas were wallflowers to be seen and not heard were especially pervasive in the rural regions that his exclusively alpha brothers worked tirelessly to free their only omega sibling from. There was hardly a case of discriminatory dismissal or harassment of omegas in the metropolitan areas, a feature which made places like Sioux Falls attractive but costly to live in. It took a while but with the capital raised by Michael and Lucifer, they managed to acquire a pâtisserie that would put Gabriel’s pastry school training to use whilst simultaneously creating a safe haven for their young omega to learn and work. Castiel may not have had the opportunity for tertiary education in their old hicksville of a hometown, but he definitely had brothers who gave a shit about him.
By the time the eager omega began cleaning his workspace, the breakfast crowd of lounging retirees had thinned, signaling the impending wave of the white-collared lunch mob savouring their lunch break. His duties then were no longer to work the flour, but to serve in lieu of Hannah who only worked half-day in accordance with the mated omega law. It hinted at their primary duties to sire and care for offsprings, their alpha and the upkeep of a Stepford-like home - an obviously disputed controversy. But Castiel didn’t care much for the ethical/moral debate - he was just too damn grateful to be able to go out in public without a leash on him, much less be gainfully employed.
The cluster of bells on the door jingled as it was pushed open, alerting him to the presence of a new customer. He looked up from a final wipe of the marble counters and came face-to-face with their regular, Gadreel, who was giving a terse, polite smile as always. The tall alpha always looked like he had something to say but kept it zipped, leaving him with a perpetually constipated expression.
He bit back a giggle as he greeted him, “Hello Gadreel, what would you like today?”
“Just a latte to go please,” he nodded, eyes crinkling at the corner as he slipped the omega a ten, “Keep the change.”
“Coming right up!” The little omega beamed in thanks as he scooted over to the coffee machine, the long strings of his apron swishing behind him as he worked.
“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” an amused voice broke out in a stage whisper, drawing attention to the atypically stubby figure of the alpha Gabriel, casually leaning on the display case as he winked at Gadreel.
While the other alpha had the decency to be embarrassed, the joke was lost on the oblivious omega intensely focused on swirling the milk jug around for the delicate foam art.
"All done!" He keened as he proffered the coffee cup, smiling cheek-to-cheek with his head unconsciously tilted in a submissive fashion to the side.
The hitch in the alpha's breath was all Gabriel needed to twitch in irritation.
"Thanks for coming. Bye."
His eyes were narrowed as he slid a protective hand on Castiel's back, pulling the omega against him. Wide blue eyes stared up at his brother in confusion, blinking uncertainly at what had transpired.
"Bye Castiel," the alpha muttered, hands awkwardly scratching behind his head before he strode out of the shop.
"Oh Cassie, you precious little thing," Gabriel huffed as he patted his brother on the head.
"Did I do something wrong?" The omega frowned, burying his face in his brother's shirt. He'd have gone for Gabriel’s scent gland at the neck but he was too short for that.
"Not at all, don't worry about it little bro," the older smiled affectionately as he fiddled with the black choker around his brother’s neck, adjusting it such that the word ‘Novak’ laser-cut into the thin velvet band was facing the front again. Progressive town or not, labelled omegas were less likely to be harassed, and the Novaks weren’t taking any chances with their baby brother.
“With you constantly looking over his shoulder, you’re gonna end up scaring off all his potential mates,” Kevin interjected in amusement as he diligently wiped the copious amount of glass surfaces the pâtisserie had.
“He’s too young for that,” the alpha retorted with a roll of the eyes before popping a displayed macaron into his mouth.
“I’m nineteen,” the omega pouted unhappily, puppy eyes looking up at his brother through thick dark lashes.
“Not gonna work on me bro, I’m not Gadreel.”
A poorly concealed choke of laughter resounded from Kevin, forcing Castiel’s cheeks to colour instantly.
“I-it’s not like that…”
“Sure, for you maybe. Not him,” the older answered with a haughty note of finality as he disappeared into the back room.
“Gabe picking on you again?” A friendly voice chimed in, and Castiel was once again hit with a faceful of alpha. But this time, the presence was more than welcomed.
“Sam!” The omega cheered, “How’s the family?”
The 6’4” alpha had one of those unusually kind face with a soft and amiable disposition to match. A true gentle giant. He had been one of those nerve-wrecked alphas picking up a cuppa before an interview two years ago, and nearly threw up on the poor omega when he had enquired about the job. Now, he had progressed to becoming a respectable lawyer in the city’s leading law firm, and had happily settled down with his omega mate - Jessica - right there in Sioux Falls.
“We’re doing well, thank you! Hung out with Bobby over the weekends and… I finally got to see my brother again,” Sam grinned.
“Oh, he’s finally done then?”
“Yeah, they’ve got him all set up in the city. He’s deciding between going back to school and working for Bobby.”
“That sounds lovely,” he nodded attentively as he worked a foamy bee on Sam’s usual order: half-caf double vanilla latte.
“Yeah, told him I’d support him if he ever needed it you know, returning the favour and all. But the army seems to have taken care of things and even if they didn’t, he would never ask. He likes to come across all ‘alpha’ and ‘macho’...” Sam air-quoted impudently, albeit with fondness in his eyes.
Much like his brothers, Sam’s had stepped up after their parents died and single-handedly raised his younger sibling. They were very young then, and the most lucrative way out was also the most painful. He had signed on in the army where they kept alphas for years on end, throwing them into positively lethal war zones in exchange for a sizeable monthly payout should they make it out alive. It was unscrupulous, but it hardened the desperate alphas who were often sole breadwinners. And despite the obvious tragedy in their story, Castiel always thought of him as the epitome of nobility, even though he had never met the guy. There was little wonder why Sam practically worshipped his brother.
“Typical,” Castiel giggled as he slid the cup over the counter, “Can I get you anything else?”
“Got any pie?”
“Sam… you know we don’t make that. Just get one from down the street!”
“And you know it’s absolute garbage.” He shot back, quirking an eyebrow at the omega.
“Pfft. What’s with you and pies anyway? You’ve been asking for weeks.”
“It’s not for me. My brother loves pie.”
Oh.
He shuffled on the spot, chewing on his bottom lip as he contemplated his next choice of words.
"It's alright, I don't want to-"
“No! I mean- erm, I could try I guess?” The little omega wrung his hands timidly, “It’s not really my specialty though… and the one’s in the city are probably better...”
“Don’t say that, yours will be great. But are you sure? I was kinda... just being hopeful,” the alpha chuckled, eyes glistening with mirth.
“Yeah I’m sure, it can be next month’s mystery dessert if it turns out well,” he preened, now bouncing eagerly on the balls of his feet. How could he not reward such sweet brotherly love?
“Thanks Castiel, I really appreciate it.” Sam gave a cheerful wave as he squeezed past the lunch crowd that had just entered and into the sleek black mustang parked outside. It figures that the adoptive son of a car mechanic would be into cars.
By the time it had crawled to half past five when all the floors were mopped and the tables set, the little omega was almost vibrating with excitement. Baking new things was always a delightful challenge, even if it was something that did not fall within his specialty.
“Lez go, little bro,” Gabriel sang, jingling his car keys eagerly.
“Gabe, I’m gonna stay behind for a while. I’m trying out something for Sam.”
“Dude, he’s married. To that hot piece of ass too.”
Castiel flushed, “It’s not really for him. His brother just came back and he wanted to surprise him…”
Gabriel shot him an ‘Really?’ look.
He sighed, “Fine, just be careful and lock the doors. Your heat’s coming isn’t it?” He gave his brother a tentative sniff.
“Yes, but I’ll be fine,” the younger huffed indignantly, crossing his arms.
“Alright, alright. I’ll get Lucy to pick you up later kay?”
“Okay!” The little omega returned with an earnest smile, instantly melting the alpha’s heart. His brother was just too damn adorable.
“Should I call your heat alpha?”
“Y-yeah, the usual will be fine,” Castiel mumbled in embarrassment, eyes cast downwards as converse shoes toed the floor nervously.
“See ya at home,” the alpha laughed, giving his brother’s hair an affectionate ruffle before he turned and left.
As a sliver of light crept through the blinds of his room, Castiel thrashed uncomfortably in slick-soaked sheets. He was too hot, too sweaty, too… empty. Every inch of him craved to be touched and loved, to be filled in every way imaginable.
Three solid raps on the door drew him from his fuzzily heated thoughts.
“Gabriel?” He rasped in question as he shrugged off his sweat-drenched top.
“No, it’s me - Ezekiel,” a quiet voice replied, “Are you ready?”
“W-wait,” he breathed before fumbling through his drawers for the thick blindfold. Unmated omegas needed the soothing pheromones of an alpha during their heat for reproductive health, and whilst it was common to hire a heat alpha to take care of things, only the traditional insisted on protecting their anonymity. His brothers were certainly one of those who insisted on it.
“Come in,” Castiel whispered, trying to keep his desperation from slipping into his voice as he tightened the strings around his head.
When he heard the door click shut behind the alpha, he stifled a whine and redirected his efforts to wiggling out of the cotton shorts that clung to him uncomfortably.
“Hello beautiful,” the alpha sighed in pleasure, nuzzling the omega’s bared neck and was quickly rewarded with a blush that dusted the shy omega’s cheeks.
“H-hi,” he keened, bucking slim hips into the cold air. Large warm hands caressed him thoroughly in response, but it barely took the edge off.
“P-please…” He begged, tilting his head enticingly to the side.
Large hands began fondling his small breasts tenderly, and was shortly followed by a warm mouth suckling on his nipples. He felt his hole quiver as rush of slick poured out from him, and he squeezed his thighs together in embarrassment.
“Don’t be shy,” the voice encouraged as firm hands parted his legs and gently divested him of a pair of lacy white panties. Castiel mewled abashedly in response, his small cock twitching.
“You’re always so wet for me…” the alpha practically moaned, sliding his hands up milky white thighs coated in slick, edging closer to where Castiel needed him the most.
A lone finger circled his rim, coaxing even more slick to come out of him. The omega tensed in anticipation, the first one always hurt. After all, unmated omegas were not meant for penetrative sex. A mark was needed for them to truly open up to their alphas, to take their knots in its entirety.
“Relax,” he whispered, cupping his breast gently before pressing a finger into the omega. The smaller whined in discomfort, a frown adorning pink pouty lips.
It did not take long for his desire to mount again, and soon he was mewling with pleasure as the alpha’s thick finger pumped in and out of his wet hole.
“A-ah ah ah! More…” He moaned, his legs spreading wider.
A second finger followed at his behest, the pace quickening. The wet essence of omega heat and slick permeated the air, testing the alpha’s inhibition.
“That’s it,” the alpha growled as three of his fingers were now pistoning in and out of his slit, “You smell so good, my little omega.”
“Cum for me.” He hissed, curling his fingers inside Castiel as the other hand began pumping the omega’s cock.
With a guttural moan, the omega came, arching his back against the bed as his hole clenched around the alpha’s fingers, milking them like it would a real knot.
“Good omega,” he praised, slipping his fingers out from Castiel and pressing a glass of water against parched lips.
He drank it eagerly, his lidded eyes barely open when he was done. With a sleepy yawn, he curled into a ball, mumbling incoherently as the scent of alpha musk lulled him to sleep.
They would repeat it again soon enough. At least, until Castiel’s heat dissipated the next morning.
Gadreel sighed, brushing the omega’s unruly hair out of his face before undoing his pants. He always felt guilty for getting off to Castiel on the job but the petite twink always drove him wild. He had been pining for the omega ever since he caught an incidental whiff of his delectable scent in the pastry shop. Every fibre of sense had told him to keep on walking, to avoid contact with the client and protect his anonymity, but when he caught a glimpse of those beautiful blue eyes, he was lost.
He palmed his dick, hissing at the much needed friction before jerking himself off to the perky globes of the omega’s ass. And as he spread the pale white cheeks and eyed the small abused hole which continued to leak, he howled his orgasm into the sheets.
“Hey there Sammyboy!” Gabriel grinned toothily, “Heard you managed to swindle a pie out of my little bro.”
“I didn’t ‘swindle’ him. I merely asked. Plus, I plan on paying,” Sam corrected cheekily, pushing a hundred across the counter.
The shorter alpha snorted, pushing the hundred back with the coffee cup.
“Like I’d ever hear the end of it if he knew you paid. He thinks of you as a good friend.”
“I do too,” Sam chuckled fondly, “Where is he anyway?”
“Down with the heat,” the jester grimaced, “He’s very loud during his time of the month.”
“Okay, too much information,” Sam groaned, clapping his hands around his ears.
“Ya think? Imagine living with him.” Gabriel shot him a pointed look.
“Anyways, here you go,” he pushed a neatly wrapped package into Sam’s hands, “It’s apple I think.”
Sam whistled, “Wow, he even made it look pretty.”
“That’s my baby brother for you.”
“Thanks Gabe, I really owe you guys one.”
“Yes of course, some pictures of Jess would be gre-” He dodged a smack from Sam as he gave a shit-eating grin, “Bye now lover boy.”
“Sammy!” The older Winchester greeted, pulling his brother into a hug.
“And Jessica, beautiful as always,” he winked as he kissed her on the cheek, “When are you going to realise you picked the wrong Winchester?”
“Any day now,” she laughed as she handed him a beer.
Dean grinned as Sam made a gagging noise. He then threw a mock salute at Bobby before pulling his brother into the living room to own his ass in Mortal Kombat.
“Bobby? A little help please,” she chirped as she pulled the gruff old alpha into the kitchen.
“What’s your mate for, Sunshine?” He grumbled, picking up a ladle and stirring the soup lamely.
“Give the boys some time to catch up, it’s been a long time.”
“Too long,” the old man agreed quietly.
When dinner was over and the dishes were cleared, the younger Winchester made a poor attempt of sneaking away to the kitchen for the surprise pie.
The older snorted with a roll of his eyes, his muscles tensing in anticipation at what he thought was to come. Sammy probably wasn't going to let up on the Nair in the shampoo event any time soon.
But when the retaliation never came, he scented the air cautiously.
“What’s that?” He bristled, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent hungrily, “Smells like… honey, apple and some sort of flower.” He sniffed again for good measure.
“It’s pie you idiot,” Sam corrected, brandishing a plate with a huge slice of the dessert.
“Oh fuck, it’s not that shit from last week is it?”
“Does it smell like that shit from last week?” He shot back, “Just eat it, bitch.”
“Jerk,” Dean glowered at his brother sceptically before placing a tentative forkful in his mouth.
Sam choked back laughter as his brother’s eyes widened. The pie was divine. A contented growl rumbled from his chest as he chewed, the joy radiating from him expelling the tough alpha act altogether.
“Man, you gotta tell me where you bought this baby,” he bit out between mouthfuls.
“Didn’t buy it, friend made it.”
“I'm guessing you bullied the Novak boy into it,” Bobby muttered listlessly, eyes trained on the day’s paper and seemingly nonchalant to the conversation around him.
“I didn’t ‘bully’ him, I asked,” Sam grinned smugly.
“Was it Castiel? Honey, you should have paid,” Jess scolded, her hands on her hip like a ruffled mother hen.
“Gabe wouldn’t let me…” He pouted, slowly edging behind his brother for cover.
“S’no problem, I’ll service his car for him when the time comes,” the old alpha quipped behind the paper, "Dean'll help." The Winchester grunted in assent.
“He drives? Since when?!” The younger gawked from behind his brother.
“Since last year. Poor boy still doesn’t get out much though, his brothers are pretty protective of him,” Jess explained in a sympathetic tone, “Lucifer still calls every twenty minutes when we hang out.”
“Biblical names aside, just how backwards are they? Who even stops anyone from going out any more?”
“Castiel’s very pretty,” she answered in bemusement, a suspicious glint now flashing in her eyes, “I think you’ll like him, Dean.”
“Everyone likes Castiel,” Sam interjected, “Which is why you shouldn’t sic my brother on him. Castiel isn’t one-night stand material.”
“Shut up, bitch.”
“Jerk.”
“Idjits.”