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Castiel and Sam huddled into the car from the rain much to Dean’s disgust as they trudged mud along with them onto Baby’s mats. Due to their father’s irregular work patterns, Dean had been tasked with picking them up after school.
“Holy shit, how many times do I have to tell you guys not to walk in the grass before coming into the car?!”
Dean growled as he practically swerved away from the pavement so hard that Sam’s laptop bag rocked right into Castiel’s face.
“You alright Castiel? What the hell is your problem Dean?”
Sam frowned and Dean flipped him off in the rearview mirror before speeding around the corner purposely so that this time Castiel’s bag knocked him in the shoulder.
Not before long, thanks to Dean’s erratic driving, they had arrived at the Winchester’s house. The two piled out of the black Impala and onto the path that led to the house before Sam realized that his brother was reversing.
“Dad specifically said you’re not allowed to hang out with-“
“Just get inside or I’ll let the both of you starve tonight,” Dean threatened as he smoothly pulled away from the curb, on his way to Meg and Crowley.
The two boys coughed from the exhaust and dragged themselves up to the front door.
“Your brother’s such an arse.” Castiel stated as he threw his bag onto the ground and collapsed onto Sammy’s bed without hesitation.
Castiel pulled at the shorter strands of hair behind his head and sighed. Sam gave an embarrassed expression as he said,
“I’m still really sorry about that, I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow,”
The last time Castiel had been here, he had given spoken back to Dean because he just wasn’t in the mood and the boy along with Meg had held him down and given an uneven haircut which resulted in Cas-forever broke-tiel having to pile up his allowance to get his hair cut shorter than his usual neck-length hair.
He missed how it brushed against his neck and how it shaded him from the sun at times.
“Yeah, whatever…” The blue-eyed boy mumbled as he played with the sheets, a bit lost in his thoughts.
“How was it when you found out that you were a Beta?”
Castiel glanced towards Sammy as he unpacked his laptop, powering it up.
“Well my brother,” Sam rolled his eyes, “Was already going around saying that I was going to be a Beta because I wasn’t man enough to be an Alpha, whatever the hell that means.”
Castiel chewed at his bottom lip in consideration, possibly Sam hadn’t been the best person to ask especially since the Winchesters was known to have majorly have Alphas with the occasional Betas, so even Sammy’s status wasn’t that off.
“I think I might end up being an Omega…” Castiel murmured under his breath, almost like if he had spoken too loud his assumption would come true.
Sam frowned, “There’s nothing wrong with that, you of all people know that-”
“Don’t lecture me. I know, I know. I would be comfortable with it but I just don’t want to disappoint my mom…I mean she still believes some Omega stereotypes that have been proven wrong because she’s old fashioned but she has enough to worry about with the likes of all of us…”
Sam walked over and hugged Castiel with his big bear arms for a young teenager, reassuring him.
The both of them had fallen asleep out of starvation and hadn’t woken up until Sam’s bedroom door slammed open. The two boys startled, having fallen asleep in their hug because they had both been too lazy to move.
“Sammy, jeez, don’t tell dad what you’ve been doing or else.”
Dean teased because honestly with Sam all sprawled out across a much smaller Castiel did look a bit suspicious.
“Don’t be disgusting.” Sam dragged himself up, narrowing his eyes at Dean as he stood, stretching.
Castiel scoffed in return, his sleepy eyes catching Dean off guard for a second before he tossed the pizza box onto the bed.
“Just be grateful that I’m feeding you guys in the first place,”
Dean defended, sniffing a bit because something was smelling off in the room, not bad but just unusual which was strange because Sam was such a wuss that his room was normally in a clean state.
Castiel raised his watch to his face, blinking couple of times before he saw the time.
“At minutes to one in the morning? Gee, thanks. It’s not like we’ve been starving since three in the evening.”
Castiel said in such a droned out, disinterested voice that Dean had clenched his fists at his side, growling,
“Watch your mouth, before I cut off the rest of your hair.”
“Woof.” Castiel mumbled in reply to what he saw as unnecessary canine growls and rolled onto his side, back to him.
Sam literally had to hold his brother back because Dean was just about ready to go for his throat.
“Tell your friend shut his mouth or I’ll do it for him!”
It took about two minutes before Sam could actually get him to leave but Castiel wasn’t bothered much, he instead sat there, eating his slice without a care in the world.
After closing the door, Sam sat down frowning at Castiel.
“I don’t like him. It’s not my fault he’s a condescending Alpha.”
“Not all Alphas are like that Castiel.” Sam argued, picking up a slice for himself.
“And then they’re the ones like your brother.”