Chapter Eighteen - Riding to War

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"Yes your majesty." He replied, quite seriously. Castiel grimaced as he watched the men walk away before looking back at Dean awkwardly. It was the look that, if he was a wolf, his ears would be back, his eyes wide and there would be his tail between his legs. But Castiel wasn't his wolf so instead he just frowned at Dean, sticking his bottom lip out ever so slightly.

"You have to go back." Dean says coolly but Castiel shakes his head. "I'm not kidding around, Cas. I don't care if you're in heat or not, you can't be here in the middle of a war."

"I'm not in heat..." Castiel says in confusion, tipping his head to the side.

"Don't lie." Dean rolled his eyes. "I could smell you from down the hill.

"Well... I didn't know I was." Castiel shrugged. "Besides, I'm not here just because I'm desperate to be knotted by you, as lovely as that sounds. I'm here for another reason." He says sarcastically.

"And what reason might that be?" Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.

"I'm going to stop the war." Castiel replied back simply and dean snorted and shook his head in disbelief.


"If it comes down to it." Castiels mouth turned up into a thin line when Dean laughed at him, he hated not being taken seriously.

"Omegas don't fight." Dean says, crossing his arms over his heat. Castiel was about to open his mouth to say something more but dean cut him off. "You have to go home. You have probably travelled quite the way from the caste so you can stay with me tonight but in the morning I'm sending a few of the men with you to escort you back to the castle. Understood?"

Castiel grimaced again but nodded nonetheless. He knew it probably wasn't the best idea to argue with his alpha in the midst of a war raging on as the wolfs adrenaline and strength would be at an all time high. Dean already looked pretty wild standing there in front of Castiel. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and dark, the pupils covering most of the iris, taking away his lovely green eyes. His cheeks were pretty rosy from where the blood was boiling and pumping fast around his body, wanting to turn straight away into his beast, but dean had some smelt control.

Looking at Dean like this did make Castiel extremely uncomfortable but he just did his best to look away from him, not wanting to hold his gaze for longer than five seconds.

"Come on." Dean said in a gruff voice that sent shivers down the omegas back and dean grabbed ahold of his arm to pull him down the hill, while getting hold of the horses reins with his other hand.

Castiel let himself be led by the alpha but hated everyone staring at him as they walked down. He could see and hear people whispering about him behind their hands. Castiel knew that they didn't take him seriously. All he was to them was some foreign Greek omega that had no right to be there, whether he was trying to help or not. Castiel didn't know whether he wanted to be angry or sad about what they said about him, so instead he decided to ignore it. 

Dean led them into his tent and the guard nor John followed them in. Dean sat down on a small comfy chair and poured himself a strong whiskey before looking at Castiel, almost offering the young omega one but thinking better of it. 

"Why are you here, Castiel?" Dean asks, shaking his head before taking a large gulp of whiskey, letting the fiery taste slide down his neck.

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