Chapter One

Cold. Dark. Alone. This cell was misery. The drip drip drip of the leaky pipes was driving me mad. All I could do was think. Over-think every possible thing. Am I ever going to get out of here? If so, when? What about Sam? Or Cas? Oh, my Mate. Cas and I had knotted just a year before my capture.

Capture wasn't the right word. More like they bombed us, shot my Mate, and said if I didn't go with them they would shoot Sam next. I didn't even know I'd Cas was alive. I didn't know if any of them were. I had been in this hellhole they call a club for almost a year according to the tally marks I made on the wall. I wasn't sure if that number of days was correct though. They always drugged us here to make us more "complacent" for the Alphas we serviced.

"Winchester," Crowley called, interrupting my thoughts. My captor, my oppressor, my Alpha. With a ridiculous Scottish accent. I stood straight up, waiting for another command. "Hands," he ordered. I held out my hands, wrists rubbed raw and bleeding from the shackles. An unknown pair of hands unlocked my wrists. The chains clicked to the floor. "You may come out," Crowley informed me. I walked forward, stopping a foot in front of him. "Kneel," he ordered. I knelt, my Omega instincts making it impossible to refuse.

My brain—the part that was actually working—screamed at the Omega part, furious. I shouldn't be servicing Alphas. I shouldn't even be here. I didn't want this. I just wanted Cas. But my body betrayed my mind, and my cock twitched, hardening at the thought of what was to come. A different Alpha stood in front of me and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants.

"Suck," he commanded. I did, taking his entire cock into my mouth and sucking hard. What my brain wanted to do was bite down so hard it made him howl, but my body once again betrayed me. I moaned in pleasure as the Alpha took my hair in his hands and fucked my mouth, making me gag around his cock. "Such a good little cocksucker, aren't you, Winchester?" For some reason, this upset me. Made me angry. I bared my teeth and the Alpha hissed, lashing out and shoving me to the floor. "No teeth," he admonished. He yanked my pants down, shoved me on my hands and knees. I gritted my teeth, knowing what was coming.

"Tight little hole," the Alpha said as he penetrated my entrance. I hated his words, the noises of pleasure he made. I hated him. All I could think of was Cas. He's all I'd ever thought about while servicing Alphas. The man pulled out and shoved back into my mouth. In a fit of will, I bit down on his dick, making him howl in pain. He shoved me down and began to beat me mercilessly. This kind of thing was allowed here. After all, we were only Omegas. Steel-toed boots came against my ribs, and I heard a crack. I cried out, and that earned me a kick to the face. He paused, listening. There were loud voices in the hallway, gunfire ringing off the walls. The Alpha looked down at me, pulling up his jeans. "I'll be back for you, you little bitch," he muttered venomously and pulled out a gun. A bullet to my thigh, a kick in the face, and everything was black.

As I woke, I heard someone calling my name. Opening my eyes, I couldn't see anyone—my vision was blurry. I still heard the voices, but they were farther away.

"Dean!" That voice. I should know that voice. Men launched into the room, sweeping the cells warily. Suddenly it dawned on me.

"Sam!" I called out hoarsely. He couldn't hear me. I tried again. "Sammy!" His head swung around, and he saw me, almost dropping his gun.

"Dean!" I tried to sit up, but as soon as people were looming over me, I curled in on myself. "Dean. Dean, its Sam. I'm here, Dean. You're okay." The scent of Alphas washed over me and terror shook me to my core. Sam tried to lift me, but I whimpered as the movement opened my wounds again. Those Alphas really liked their whips. And Crowley liked his torture. I tried to stand, but my body wasn't having that, bringing me to the brink of screaming. "Hey," Sam said, pulling me into his arms. "Someone get me a stretcher!" he yelled. "Dean. Dean, stay with me. Stay awake." There was a pause. "We don't have time for this," Sam said, frustrated. He lifted me quickly, trying not to hurt me, but a whimper escaped my lips anyway. It was a horribly broken noise, and I hated it. Sam had always said I was an Alpha in an Omega's body. I almost smiled at that. Sam was muttering soothing nonsense into my ear, carrying me through the halls and out into the cool night. Bright lights hit my eyelids, but I knew it wasn't the sun. Rain hit my face along with cold winter wind. I hadn't been outside in over a year.

"So what's with the fucking swat team, Sammy?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. I didn't enjoy being carried.

"Castiel was sick of waiting." Cas. My Mate. He's alive. My intake of breath sent my ribs throbbing. Is he here? Is my Mate here? "Balthazar made him wait in the car," Sam said, reading my mind as he always could. "Said you'd never forgive him if Cas got hurt getting you out." I nodded.

Bright lights blinded me, and for a moment I thought it was the sun. But no, the light was coming from the club. I felt rain on my face.

"I'm outside?" I asked brokenly. Sam mumbled ascent. I heard more gunfire and more yelling.

"Where is my Mate?" a strong, deep voice asked.

"Cas!" Sam called. "Cas, I got 'em." I was put into a car and situated to take pressure off my leg and ribs. I opened my eyes to find the clear blue that I had dreamt of for over a year. Castiel. My forever Mate.

"Cas," I breathed. Emotion overwhelmed me, sobs racking my chest and stealing my breath. He pulled me gently into his arms.

"Dean. I'm right here." He pressed his lips to my too-long hair. "Dean, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Dean. I'm so sorry." I put my hand over his and closed my eyes, so tired. "We have to get him to the ER now," Cas told whoever was driving.

"What about Gabriel and Lucifer?" Sam asked from the drivers seat.

"In the car behind us," Balthazar said from the passenger side. "Now go!" Gunfire erupted, ricocheting off the SUV. Sam hit the gas, jolting me and making me cry out in pain.

"Shh, Dean. We're going to get you help." His hand brushed my hip and I flinched. Cas pulled back, shocked.

"Sorry," I forced out.

"I understand. You're going to be okay. I promise." He pressed his lips to my forehead gently.

"Bullet. Leg." I couldn't say much more.

"Can you go any faster?" Cas asked hurriedly. Sam pressed the car faster, tearing down the slick highway. We were at the ER in ten minutes.

"Dean," Cas said carefully. "There will be Alphas inside." I whimpered and shrunk into my Mate's chest. "Dean, its okay." He stroked my hair gently. "They're going to take you away from me. I don't like it any more than you do, but you need to get fixed up before I can take you home." Home. I nodded sleepily. "Stay awake, baby," he soothed.

"Am awake," I muttered. Cas smiled.

He wouldn't let anyone touch me until the doctors had to take me back. I didn't know what was happening, but I felt safe. Cas was here, or close at least, and I knew he wouldn't let me go. Feeling safer than I had in a long time, I drifted into sleep.