A/N: Many, many thanks to Karebear119 for all the wonderful inspiration. As always, hugs and love to all my readers and reviewers - your encouragement got me through this one.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction using characters from the Supernatural universe. I do not claim any ownership. This work is solely for entertainment purposes and is not considered film or tv canon (not by a long shot).

Pain. Dean Winchester is familiar with most variations on the theme. Rape, for instance. It's nothing new … he's been bent over cars before by Alphas. He's also felt the sensation of blood running down the inside of his thighs before. What he's never felt before is the sudden, unbelievable rage that is surging through him.

The sense of violation flooding him is more than just being taken against his will … it's being taken by someone who is not his Alpha. The fury burns away the fear – he'll fight, but it won't be out of terror of being subjugated again. He'll fight because he belongs to Castiel and only Castiel.

Eyes open again, Dean waits for Azazel to finish. Regardless of his new found clarity of purpose, Dean still cannot move until the Alpha releases him. Eventually, the hand on his neck eases off and the guards holding his arms down tighten their grip. Dean keeps his head down and quickly pulls from his conditioning in Crowley's stables – tears begin to flow again. He schools his features into those of a traumatized Omega.

The guards stand him back up and Dean makes sure his eyes take on the helpless appearance of an Omega resigned to submission.

Azazel chuckles. "I told you, Dean … you belong to me. I don't share my toys."

Dean focuses his eyes on the pulse on the side of Azazel's neck. He swallows the bile rising and says, "Alpha … p-please …"

"Please what, bitch?" Azazel sneers.

Dean's vision nearly whites out with anger but he manages to force himself to do the next thing. He sinks to his knees. He thinks of Castiel's scent … a scent he loves and one he intends to cover himself with when he returns home. It has the desired effect – he grows hard and slick. Azazel's nostrils flare.

"Ah … the sweet perfume of an Omega who knows its place," Azazel says smugly. "Get dressed."

Dean scrambles to do just that – and he looks over while bending to pull up his pants. Lucifer is regarding him with a horrible expression of pity. Dean winks. Lucifer's eyes widen but he doesn't react beyond that – the game is too dangerous for either of them to slip up now.

Azazel turns away from Dean as the Omega zips up his jeans. In that moment, Dean moves. He trips Azazel and has the man flipped and disarmed. A round is chambered and Dean is holding the gun pressed between Azazel hateful eyes.

"Impressive. I never would have thought it of you, Dean," Azazel says with a smile.

"Call off the attack dogs or I put one in that disgusting head of yours," Dean growls.

"I don't think so, Omega."

Dean's lip curls into a snarl. "Try me … Alpha." The word comes off Dean's lips like a curse and an insult.

Azazel just smiles again. Dean feels something sharp hit his back just between his shoulder blades. Suddenly his vision goes double and he struggles to keep the gun in place. Azazel easily pushes aside his hand and pulls the gun free as Dean flops on his side, unable to move and quickly fading. Azazel brushes himself off looks down at Dean with a cold smile.

"You weren't the only one with a sniper, Dean," Azazel says. He looks away. "Kill that one. This one put in my trunk – time to visit the Novaks."

Dean struggles to get up but his limbs are like weights. He hears a shuffling and the thumps of someone landing blows against another body. He prays it's Lucifer breaking free. Just as the tranq's effects take him under, Dean hears two shots in quick succession.

Double-tap to the head, Dean thinks hazily. Grief fills him as he realizes he just heard one of his family die. Everything goes black.

Castiel paces the loft at the garage where he and Dean once lived. It's now an office and his older brother Gabriel sits at a large conference table with Sam and Charlie. Charlie has hacked Azazel's system and has blueprints to the compound. With the external information that Dean and Lucifer are gathering, they should be able to plan a devastating assault.

For the moment, however, Castiel's mind is not on strategizing. Lucifer has not contacted them to say he and Dean are returning. Castiel berates himself – he never should have agreed to let Dean join the recon. Running his hand through his perpetually mussed hair, Castiel sighs.

"Cassy, I swear to every deity known if you do not sit down and quit fretting I will tie you up," Gabriel complains around a lollipop. "You know as well as I do that if anything had gone sideways, Lucifer would have called … Dean would have called."

Castiel fixes his brother with a glare. "If they were able to, Gabriel."

Sam chuckles and Castiel is in his face in a second. "Do not tell me you would be so calm if your Mate was out there, Samuel Winchester."

Sam snarls and stands up. Castiel returns with a growl.

"Enough!" Gabriel's voice resonates with the command and both Sam and Castiel flinch. Charlie hunkers down in her chair.

Shorter than both men, Gabriel is easy to overlook as just the clown in the room. When pressed, however, Gabriel is the fiercest of all the Novak brothers. He does not like confrontation between family and will not tolerate it for long.

"I never should have let him go," Castiel mutters miserably as he drops into a chair.

Sam sits back down and sighs. "You know Dean … he was just going a little stir-crazy."

Charlie offers, "I don't know why I didn't think of it before … I can gps those little ear-buds of yours … then we'll be able to track everyone."

"See?" Gabriel says with a grin. "You can be neurotic about everything on the next mission, Cassy."

Castiel rolls his eyes. He thinks how glad he is the pups are safe at the house with Balthazar and Jess. At that moment, a beep sounds on the panel near the door of the office. Castiel relaxes – the gate leading to the shop has several entry requirements including a retinal scanner. Dean and Lucifer have returned. Castiel makes a mental note to discuss procedure with Lucifer again – especially the part about notifying other team members of current location. Gabriel shakes his head.

"Ok, we're gonna get nowhere until someone knows his Mate still has all his fingers and toes," Gabriel says shooing them all to the door. Castiel and Gabriel go out onto the catwalk first, Sam and Charlie following. Gabriel frowns at the black sedan. "I thought Luci took the Jeep –"

A bullet ricochets off the metal railing of the catwalk and Castiel drops into a crouch with his weapon out as the doors to the car open. Gabriel ducks and shoves Sam back into the loft with Charlie. He knows they will arm themselves but he wants to keep them safe. Gabriel quick scans the warehouse and sees two guards flanking Azazel and – Castiel cannot breathe when he sees Azazel step out of the car.

"Nice set up boys," Azazel says snidely.

"Azazel," Castiel grinds out between his clenched teeth. "How the hell did you get in here?"

Azazel sneered before answering, "Why, I used my key, of course."

From outside the bay door come two more guards – Dean struggles between them. Castiel's heart skips a beat when he takes in Dean's appearance. Dried blood streaks his face and neck – the collar of his t shirt is soaked in dark red. His hands are secured behind his back and he's hobbled. A tight leather gag forces his jaw open. In spite of this, Castiel cannot help but feel a surge of relief that his Mate is alive. Dean is alive. But as Castiel drinks in the sight of his love he notices that the crotch of Dean's jeans is stained dark. His eyes darken with rage.

Dean looks up to see Castiel and he realizes his Mate knows. Dean hopes his Mate will believe him – believe that he fought back.

Castiel is very close to a full-blown Alpha rage and Gabriel can sense it. "Easy, Cassy ... not yet."

My Mate ... the bastard laid hands on my Mate ... Castiel can only thing of how much he wants to watch Azazel's blood run red on the floor. He's moving before Gabriel can stop him.

"Take your hands off my Mate, you bastard!"

Azazel pulls his gun and presses it to Dean's temple. "Temper, temper, Castiel ... come closer and I show your Mate's brains the sunlight. Drop the weapons, boys."

Castiel looks behind him and sees Gabriel, Charlie and Sam all standing on the balcony aiming at the various guards scattered around the shop now. They all look to Castiel without lowering their weapons.

Castiel looks back at Dean. Dean is shaking his head ever so slightly – Castiel returns the look sadly. He cannot let any further harm come to his mate – to the love of his life. Castiel tosses his gun to one side. There's a clattering as he hears Gabriel and the others drop their weapons.

Azazel smiles and gestures. Dean's guards drag him upright again and Azazel slips in behind him, cheek pressed against Dean's. Castiel growls at the possessive gestures. He's ready to kill the man with his bare hands if he has to.

Azazel wants to taunt and push Castiel over the edge. An enraged Alpha is not a controlled Alpha – his family will be trying to protect him while he tries to protect his Mate. It will be easier to kill the lot of them.

This in mind, Azazel slides a hand around Dean and palms his crotch. Dean grimaces in disgust and struggles to pull away. Castiel's growl pulls at Dean and his eyes darken – he slams his head back into Azazel's as hard as he can. The injuries to his head coupled with the blow leave Dean wavering on his feet. He can't avoid Azazel's return hit with his pistol.

Castiel surges forward the minute Azazel strikes Dean. The guards let him sag to his knees, draw their guns and aim. Castiel comes to a stop. Azazel shakes his head.

"Pretty predictable, Castiel ... but I warned you." With that he shoots Dean in the shoulder.

Castiel's world tilts on its axis. "DEAN!"

Dean falls back with a muffled yell of pain. He struggles to breathe over the agony in his shoulder. He looks helplessly at Castiel – he knows what Azazel is trying to do. Dean wants to scream to heaven – he just found his home, his family ... he can't lose them yet.

"Next one will be through his pretty little head."

More of Azazel's men have arrived in black Hummers – the gate must be disabled, Castiel thinks vaguely. He can't look anywhere but at Dean lying on the floor of the shop bleeding. Hazel eyes full of pain look back at him.

Sam, Gabriel and Charlie are herded down at gunpoint to stand near Castiel. The new arrivals are moving throughout the shop setting what can only be explosive charges. Azazel smiles as he pulls Dean to his feet again by gripping his hair painfully. Castiel is shaking with fury when Azazel pulls Dean into a firm headlock and begins to back toward the bay door.

"Your family's little crusade has cost me dearly over the past few years, Castiel. I've had all I intend to take," Azazel snarled. "Your brother Lucifer is dead and all of you will join him soon. This place? Your home? I intend to turn them into burned out piles of scrap." Looking over at Sam, he grinned coldly. "Your Mate is almost as pretty as this one – after I finish off the last Novak, I think I'll have to add her to my stables along with Dean," Azazel runs his tongue up the side of Dean's face making the Omega moan and struggle to pull away. "So sweet – he's really very devoted to you, Castiel. I'm going to enjoy fucking that misplaced loyalty right out of his head. The implants haven't been replicated but there's always the drugs – you remember those, right, Dean?"

Dean snarls and pulls desperately against Azazel's grip no matter how dizzy it makes him. He refuses to go back to servicing Alphas. Dean shouts for his Mate through the gag. Castiel is nearly mad with rage and pain for his Mate. Azazel continues dragging Dean toward the waiting vehicles. As they stand in the entrance, Azazel turns around and smirks.

"Oh ... I almost forgot – your pups? I'm going to raise them both to be perfect little whores – Omega or not."

Dean feels the blinding rage of earlier fill his body. He jumps, lifting both his legs and using his entire body weight to take Azazel down. His head connects with Azazel's and Dean nearly blacks out. There is a satisfying snapping sound as ribs give way beneath him and Azazel screams in pain.

The minute Azazel is down, the air erupts in gunfire. Guards start dropping right and left. Sam pulls Charlie back behind one of the many cars in the shop as cover. They are both capable of fighting but it isn't ingrained in them as it is Gabriel and Castiel. They'll do better to stay out of the way for now. Fortunately, all of the Novak vehicles have some level of bullet-proofing so their shield is a good one.

The guards are trying to take cover but nowhere seems to provide any cover. One by one they are picked off. Castiel darts forward to disarm two of the fallen and tosses one gun to Gabriel. He picks off the man protecting Azazel. Azazel shoves Dean off of him and lifts his gun – pointed at Castiel. Before he can fire, his hand disappears in a spray of blood and bone. Screaming, he staggers upright and runs for the door. Castiel puts a round in the back of his knee sending him to the floor. It's the last shot and silence descends on the warehouse.

Castiel is running for his Mate. Dean lays on the floor too weak from blood loss to move. Castiel pulls his ever present knife from an ankle sheath and uses it to cut away the bindings on the gag. Dean is babbling a steady stream of pleas.

"I didn't give in, Cas ... I didn't .. I fought ... swear I did ... swear I didn't give in ... please ... I swear ..."

Castiel stares in disbelief at Dean. He presses his fingers to his Mate's lips, silencing the frantic begging. "Dean, I know you fought ... I know ... oh my Mate, I know."

Dean realizes that Castiel doesn't blame him ... he hasn't ruined everything ... he's with Castiel and almost nothing else matters. Except ...

"Don't ... let him hurt our pup ... I'll kill him ...if he touches ..."

"You won't be alone, brother," Sam's deep voice intrudes between the Mates.

Sam brings a wire-cutter from one of the many tool racks and cuts the chain hobbling Dean. Castiel releases his Mate's hands with the knife. Sam watches sadly as Dean wraps himself around Castiel and just shakes. Castiel holds Dean tightly. Sam gets up and leaves the Mates some space – he wants to get back to his own Mate and his daughter. He has an inspiration and grabs up the discarded gag and walks over to where Gabriel has restrained Azazel with little heed to the man's injuries. He drops the leather piece beside Gabriel.

"Here ... use this," Sam growls. Gabriel's eyes reflect Sam's and he smiles coldly.

Looking up, Sam sees Lucifer limping into the garage with his rifle over one shoulder. Gabriel drops Azazel who screams through the gag. Sam regards the man darkly.

"Fucked with the wrong family, asshole."

Azazel wonders if perhaps the younger Winchester is correct.

Gabriel hugs his older brother tightly. "He said you were dead!"

"Amateurs," Lucifer answers. "They didn't find my knife."

Castiel reaches up and squeezes his elder sibling's hand. "Thank you ... "

Lucifer crouches beside Dean and frowns sadly. "Why would you thank me, Castiel? Dean was hurt because - "

"Dean was hurt because Azazel is a cruel monster – you saved all of us, today." Castiel says.

"I had a little help, Castiel," Lucifer says, pointing to the other side of the warehouse.

Benny gives a little salute as he walks over, rifle over one shoulder. He re-sheathes his long buck knife after wiping it clean of blood on one thigh.

"Gentlemen," Benny drawls in his thick Southern accent. "All is clear... y'all alright?"

"Benny?!" Castiel says in disbelief.

After the close call with Dean, Benny has been absent from the Novak world. The tall blonde man smiles, his blue eyes flashing.

"Now y'all didn't think I'd let this piece of trash get away with hurting' my favorite brothers, did ya?"

Castiel colors. "Benny ..."

Benny looks down at the youngest Novak. Dean is leaning against his Mate, blood loss and injury having finally claimed his consciousness. "Hush, Castiel ... you call on me when you need me – I'll be around." Benny pauses. "When Dean is up to it ... wouldn't mind seein' that little boy of yours – I bet he's gonna be a real heart breaker when he grows up."

Castiel nods and Benny walks off with a short wave. Castiel looks down at his Mate. He wants to go home.

Azazel wakes to find himself hanging, naked, from a large hook. He hurts – his ruined hand and knee scream in agony. His bound wrists ache horribly from holding his full weight. His feet are bound together so Azazel can do nothing but writhe uselessly in the air. A single light burns over him and he cannot see into the dark that surrounds him.

"Come on, Castiel ... I know you're there – show yourself," Azazel taunts.

A brisk British accent floats out from the dark. "Castiel couldn't be here ... consider us his replacements."

With that, Lucifer, Gabriel and Balthazar step out from the blackness. Azazel laughs. "Ah ... the big brothers ... what will it be, boys? Gonna shoot me? Cut my throat?"

Lucifer chuckles. "What ... and end our fun so soon?"

Azazel watches as the brothers move in to position around him. He notices that each of them carry a metal baton and nothing else. He snorts.

"Really? Beating? I thought you were more creative," Azazel spits.

Balthazar flicks out with his baton and catches Azazel in the side. The pain is instant and far greater than anything the man has ever experienced. He gasps in short abbreviated gulps of air.

"Not to worry," Balthazar says. "I'm sure we can create enough variety for you to enjoy."

Gabriel's baton winks in the light and Azazel can't stop the scream that escapes him as his femur breaks.

"Yeah ... we wouldn't want you to be bored, after all."

"You ... fucking ... pricks ..." Azazel slurs out.

Lucifer's hand moves and Azazel's jaw shatters. His screams are garbled as it hangs uselessly from his face.

"Language, Azazel ... let's keep this civilized, ok?"

Azazel's eyes spin wildly in their sockets as he tries to keep each brother in view. He tries to plead but only pathetic gurgles emerge.

Balthazar. "This is for Ash – he did not deserve that death." A humerus snaps.

Gabriel. "This is for Michael – prick though he was." A kneecap splits.

Lucifer. "This is for Balthazar – the reason we started our crusade." A hipbone cracks.

All three. "This is for Dean." Several bones break with muffled snapping sounds.

Balthazar steps up to Azazel and pulls his head upright, forcing him to meet his pale blue eyes. "Fitting, don't you think, brothers? A man named for a demon meeting his end at the hands of men named for angels?"

"Fucking poetic," Gabriel says.

"Practically fate," Lucifer answers.

Balthazar leans in close to Azazel. "Karma is indeed a bitch."

The room is filled with wet thumps and the occasional burbling scream. Eventually, the screams stop.

John Winchester II looks up as a tall blonde man with ice blue eyes enters his playroom. He squeals and pushes himself upright to totter toward the visitor with arms outstretched.

"Have mercy, you look ready to storm out the door, Johnny-boy," Benny says as he scoops John up.

Behind him, Dean leans against the doorframe. "Tell me about it ... kid ain't afraid of nothing. And fast ... he actually got away from Balthazar and was halfway up the main staircase the other day."

Benny chuckles as the little boy pets his beard. "Ya'll act surprised ... in this house it's a wonder the boy ain't poppin' the front door and hotwirin' a car."

Dean laughs. "He's already crawling under Baby with me. Don't tell Cas."

"Don't tell Cas what?" A deep voice asks from behind him.

Dean jumps and grouses. "A bell, Cas ... I'm gonna get you a fucking bell."

"Language," Benny frowns mockingly at Dean. John, having spotted his father, is leaning over toward Castiel.

Castiel takes him and blows a quick raspberry on the boy's tummy causing him to erupt in high-pitched giggles.

A small form darts through the forest of male legs to latch onto Benny. He grins and picks up the small blonde girl.

"Hello, princess – ain't you just the prettiest little thing yet. Just like your momma," Benny says with a sideways glance at Jess who has followed her daughter into the playroom.

Jess rolls her eyes. "Don't fall for the sweet Southern boy routine, Mary."

Benny staggers back with one hand to his chest. "You wound me, Jess."

Jess laughs and holds her hands out for her daughter. "Come on, wiggle-worm ... you can't go swimming if you don't have your suit on."

Mary pushes at Benny's arms. "Down, Bee."

"Why yes ma'am," Benny obeys with a smile.

"You can change in the pool house, Benny," Dean says clapping his friend on the shoulder. "We'll meet you down there ... I think Gabe's already in the pool."

Benny nods and leaves. Dean and Castiel walk across the hall to their own suite and John's room. While Castiel changes their son, Dean changes into his swim trunks – black with skulls. John has a miniature version of them as well. A gift from Gabriel. Dean suspects that today Jess will put on Mary's black swimsuit that sports skulls wearing tiny pink bows. Gabriel seems determined to clothe the pups in early biker style. Dean is down with that but he knows it drives Sam nuts.

When he enters John's room, the little boy is kicking his feet and giggling while Castiel slides on his flip-flops.

Dean leans against the doorframe watching his Mate and his pup. Castiel claims not, but Dean can see all of Castiel's mannerisms in John. He feels a pride and love he never dreamed he'd experience. He never dreamed he would ever be worthy of it. But here it is right in front of him – everything he wants in the world.

Dean is still seeing a therapist – the entire Azazel affair left him deeply shaken. Again, it is good to be a part of a family that has money. Dean hasn't been able to leave the groundssince the incident – the therapist comes to him. Dean works on Baby in the well-stocked Novak home garage and keeps the other cars in order as well. He and Jess have grown closer because of the pups. Every day he watches his son grow up a little more and every day he hates himself for putting himself in a situation that could have cost him all of it. Some nights he sits and watches John sleep. He usually cries in the dark then – thinking of everything he would have missed if Azazel had succeeded.

Dean tries not to let it affect John ... he's proud of what he told Benny; John isn't afraid of anything. He's fallen more times than Dean cares to count ... between Mary and John, they've identified every sharp corner and hard surface in the house. Dean hates seeing his son hurt, but he fights with himself to let it happen ... and his heart threatens to burst with pride every time John stops sniffling and shoves away to find another adventure, pain forgotten.

Dean was not the only one shaken – the Novaks, while not completely retired, have withdrawn somewhat. They help other organizations like themselves in finding the never-ending market for Omegas and rescuing who they can. Dick Roman is untouchable for now but Charlie is persistent in her belief that she can find something. Sammy works with the Harvelle firm on every Omega case that crosses his desk. He comes home to a beautiful Mate who does his research for him at home and a precious daughter that had him wrapped around her finger from Day 1.

Lucifer and his brothers still train and every weapon they own is maintained beautifully by Dean at the house and Bobby at the shop. Gabriel is actually dating ... a Beta named Kali who makes his eyes light up whenever he talks about her – they have yet to be introduced but it sounds serious. Balthazar is his usual unflappable self but Dean suspects there is something going on that he isn't sharing just yet. Jess agrees – they've both scented an Alpha that neither of them know. Dean hopes for the Omega – for as much as he tried to run from this life, Dean knows he would never go back to being alone and defiant.

Dean and Castiel swing their son between them as they walk out to the pool. Gabriel is being walked around the smaller pool Balthazar had built for the pups by Mary who is happily perched on his shoulders. Lucifer, Sam, Balthazar and Benny are engaged in a heated game of volleyball over in the large pool. After splashing around with John for a while, Dean looks up to see Benny sit down, legs in the water.

"Ya'll go avenge Balthazar's honor," Benny says to Dean and Castiel.

"Oh no," Jess says with a glint in her eye. "I've got a better idea."

And so the Omegas end up facing off with the Alphas – the trash-talk, while kept G for the pups – is loud and boisterous. The game itself is vicious and eventually Benny and Gabriel bring the pups to watch and cheer – Mary cheers for her daddy's team and John cheers for Dean's. Benny and Gabriel keep the pups safe from wild shots.

Dean serves and as he does, catches his Mate's blue eyes bright with the fun he's having. Between them all there are enough issues to keep an army of therapists busy for life, but they are, in the end, a family. For today, Dean Winchester is happy. He'll take it.