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“How dare you! You know I’ve been working on the Cohen budget for weeks now!”
Sam looks at his lunch, trying to hide himself from the war currently raging outside Dean Smith’s office. Although Dean knew Sam was waiting for him so that he could take their daily lunch together, he still had insisted upon confronting Castiel Novak right before it.
“My expertise is finance, Dean! It’s my job to find solutions!”
So far Sam only has ten minutes left on his lunch break. Dean’s lunch remains untouched beside him.
“You stole that account from me,” he hears Dean protest.
“I simply improved upon,” comes Castiel’s reply. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy worrying about me beating you, you would actually be good at your job.”
One point for Novak, Sam marks mentally before the door slams open and shut and Sam’s faced with a seething omega.
“Fuck him,” Dean mutters. “Fuck that arrogant alpha. I’m so tired of dealing with him.”
Dean paces around the office for a little bit, shaking a container filled with green goop that fills Sam with dread before he realizes that he’s still there.
“Sorry,” he mutters, slamming down in his chair. “It just sucks, you know? Working so hard and having it stolen by that… alpha.”
“He really didn’t really steal it, did he?”
“No,” Dean admits. “But he did help close the account and that gets him all the credit.”
Dean turns to the large turkey sandwich sitting in front of him. Thanks to Sam, Dean’s actually eating real meals between his smoothies and workouts.
“I’m just worried,” he admits, taking a bite of the sandwich. “Our annual progress report is coming up and I think Cas might just win this year.”
For whatever reason, ever since Novak joined the firm, Dean and Cas have been chasing after each other, trying to outdo one another for some unspoken contest that has managed to spring up between the two of them. Sam thinks it’s because they’re both workaholics by nature and that just their mere presence with each other has done more to encourage this unhealthy habit.
It could also be, and this is a theory only between Charlie, Ian, Garth and himself, the crazy amount of sexual tension between them has been misplaced and is causing this rivalry with their attempts to ignore it.
“Well, I’m sure the conference is going to be a joy,” Sam teases.
“Tell me about it,” Dean groans. “An entire weekend with that douche-lord. I’m so stressed about it, I think I might jump-start my heat.”
“Gross, Dean.”
“Hey, just cause you’re a beta and you don’t have to deal with that stuff, doesn’t mean it isn’t natural.”
“God, I’m trying to eat!”
-
It seems this year Sandover isn’t holding back. They had sprung for the best hotel, given his entire department some of the nicest suites and ensured that all meals would be on them.
And yet, this has to be the worst fucking conference he’s ever been to.
Not only is he in fucking Miami, of all places, he’s also stuck in an enclosed space for two days with his worst enemy- Castiel Novak. On top of that, according to the tracking app on his phone, his heat is due this weekend, although he hasn’t seen any signs of it yet.
Not that it’s unusual for him. He’s been stressed out with work and for the last couple of months his heats have been kind of wonky. Maybe he can grab some suppressants for the weekend, just in case, even if he doesn’t like using them cause they’re not natural, and deal with it when he comes back.
Which is why he's in an elevator trying to dash to a drug store before the next panel starts, and, of course, that's when Castiel Novak has to walk into said elevator.
“Dean,” he nods when he enters.
“Novak,” Dean replies curtly, because he still hasn’t forgiven him for the number he pulled last week.
Castiel seems to notice the cold tone, quirking an eyebrow with surprise, a small contained smile appearing briefly on his face.
“Still mad I take it?” he smirks, that alpha bastard.
“You think?”
Castiel turns to Dean. “Like I said-”
“Blah, blah, blah, if I wasn’t an omega, you would actually respect me enough to not go sneaking around, backstabbing and all that crap.”
“I can assure you that even if you were an alpha, I still would’ve closed those accounts without you. You need to stop using your omega-ness as an excuse for why I don’t like you.”
“Oh, so you’re saying that you don’t like me because my personality sucks?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Castiel agrees, as the elevator dings open. “How nice we can agree on one thing.”
At this, he steps out, leaving Dean flustered and yelling as the door closes, “Yeah? Well, screw you too!”
-
After enduring a day filled with panels, pep talks and Castiel Novak, Dean deserves a drink.
Which is why, of course, when he gets down to the hotel bar, he finds the one and only freaking Castiel Novak sitting right at front, right where Dean wants to be.
All the other tables are filled with drunken suits, mostly alphas and betas that are trading stories about deals they’ve made, crazy meeting they’ve been to and omegas that they’ve conquered. After surveying the crowd, Dean takes a seat at the only spot available, right next to Novak.
“Dean!” Castiel greets him brightly, meaning he’s definitely not on his first drink.
“Novak,” Dean nods, turning to the bartender.
Castiel frowns. “You’re still mad at me?”
“No,” Dean mumbles.
Castiel stares at him. “You are,” he says wisely. He turns to the bartender. “His drink is on me.”
He turns to Dean with a goofy smile on his face like he’s done something good and Dean can feel his patience snap just before he opens his mouth and blurts out, “Christ, I’m so tired of alphas doing that.”
Castiel looks confused. “I’m just trying to be nice. Just trying to say I’m sorry for how I acted early.”
“No, you’re not. You’re just being all domineering and showing you’re in control. I can get my own drink, thanks.”
“But you don’t have to. I’m apologizing, Dean. I’m being sincere, even if you’re too stubborn to realize that.”
Dean takes the drink and downs it before ordering another one. He wants to get properly drunk before he stumbles back to his room, so that he can pretend that this weekend isn't happen.
“Why don’t you like me?” Castiel asks quietly. “Because I’m an alpha.”
“Because you’re a typical alpha,” Dean corrects. “And because you don’t like me being at Sandover because I’m an omega.”
“I’ve never said that.”
“You don’t have to buddy, it’s quite clear in how you like taking accounts away from me and showing me up constantly.”
Castiel lets out a frustrated growl. “I’m not doing that because you’re an omega. I’m doing that because you started this whole rival/disliking me thing before I even had a chance to talk with you. You just decided to hate me.”
“Buddy, I didn’t just decide, you gave me a reason for it.”
“Not that I can see.”
“Okay,” Dean says, taking another shot. “Maybe I just hate you.”
“Well, the feeling's mutual,” Castiel snaps back, but even Dean can tell that’s a lie ‘cause he can smell alpha arousal, can see how Cas is clutching his drink like he’s trying to control himself, and he smiles.
“That’s not what your pants are telling me,” he nods down to Cas’s crotch where he can see his cock straining through the dark dress pants. He leans in, laying a hand on Castiel’s thigh. “Do you want me to deal with that?”
“Fuck,” Castiel mutters, his face turning red. “I do. I really do.”
Dean pulls the hand away and he can practically see Castiel whimpering. “What are the magic words, alpha?”
“Please. God, Dean please.”
“Alright, but only because I hate you so much.” He turns to the bartender. “We’d like our bills now.”
-
Dean barely has time to open his room’s door before Castiel pushes him against a wall, his eyes wide and hungry.
“You want this, right?” he pauses and Dean nods, pulling his pants off and reaching out to pull Castiel nearer to him.
“Fuck, of course I do.” he says, cupping Castiel’s chin, drawing him in for a kiss, slowly wrapping his legs around him, making the alpha hold him and carry him. “Fuck, you’re a dick, but you get me all wet.”
And to prove it, he grabs Cas’s hands and guides them to his boxers, letting him first feel his erect cock, before pulling them to his ass. Dean can feel Castiel’s breath hitch as he does this, before he grabs at Dean’s ass, pushing the two of them together, his fingers slowly working at Dean’s ass.
Slick is already coming out of him and he moans as Castiel’s fingers lightly touch his rim. Castiel pulls out quickly, leaving Dean feeling empty on just the idea of Cas not being in him.
Dean reaches for Cas’s hand, but the alpha smirks and pulls away, Dean’s feet quickly and clumsily hitting the ground. Trying to regain his balance, he watches Cas slowly unbuttoning his white dress shirt, each finger deliberately and purposefully tracing each pearl button before he slowly pops his shirt open. Dean whimpers and Cas’s smile grows larger.
“Careful Dean, we have all night,” Cas warns, though his voice has deepened with desire, his pupils blown with need.
But Dean doesn’t want to wait all night, he wants Cas now, wants Cas in him now.
“Damn it, Cas,” he says, breathless, as Castiel drops his shirt before reaching for his belt. “I’ll walk out of here right now and find another alpha if you don’t hurry up.”
Dean knows how he smells, knows any alpha would take him right now.
Castiel growls and pulls Dean towards the bed, stripping him of his boxer before pushing the omega down.
“Such an eager little omega,” Castiel mutters, discarding his pants and underwear. Dean lies there watching, spreading his legs for the alpha. Castiel laughs before he kneels on the bed and begins quickly kissing him, tracing his body from the collarbone right down to the tip of his cock.
Dean bucks his hips up and Castiel grips at them, pushing him down while he places one more kiss to Dean’s cock and sits up. “I hardly expected that from you.”
“Alpha,” Dean begs, feeling empty, feeling the need to be filled. He’s not going to say, “I need you” although he does, he really does, instead he just keeps spreading his legs and hoping if he waits long enough Cas will reward him.
Cas kisses Dean’s neck, sucking slowly at him, until Dean’s sure the skin is bruised. It takes him by surprise when he feels Cas nip lightly at his neck. He can feel the arousal, the need to claim coming from Cas and he wonders for a second if he’s gotten himself in too deep with this alpha. But Castiel doesn’t try to claim him, instead he moves to Dean’s shoulder, tracing his freckles with his mouth.
Dean wraps his legs around Cas, drawing him closer as he ruts against him and they keep kissing and rubbing at each other.
“Dean,” Cas moans, the only warning before he buries his cock into Dean.
“Fuck,” Dean hisses, the stretch new but not unwanted. “Fuck that feels good.”
It’s been forever since he’s had an alpha, mostly sticking with betas and omegas because he struggles enough with being an omega at work, doesn’t need an alpha in both his work and home life, but he misses this, misses the feeling of an alpha cock in him, misses the way it stretches him out good. It feels real good.
Cas seems to think so too, ‘cause Dean can feel his knot swelling, can feel the sheets twist beside him as Cas clutches at them with one hand, his other gripping at Dean’s thigh, anchoring him as he moves in him.
“I want to knot you,” Castiel mutters. “Can I knot you?”
Dean can hardly breath, let alone speak, so he nods against the alpha’s head. Castiel shudders before Dean feels his knot stretch inside him, hitting within him, making him call out the alpha’s name. Castiel groans one last time and Dean can feel the knot and then himself fill with the alpha’s come, feel it being pumped into him.
At this, Cas loosens his grip on Dean’s thighs, reaching for Dean’s cock. It only takes a few strokes before Dean comes too and the alpha maneuvers them onto their side, his knot still tight in Dean, stretching and filling him.
At this, Dean feels boneless, his body sated and exhausted. Castiel slots Dean into him, wrapping an arm around him, keeping him warm and safe, allowing Dean to drift off, the smell of alpha musk, sweat, and come filling his nose and he sighs happily, ignoring the murmurs of praise coming from Cas as he falls asleep.
-
The next morning is awkward to say the least. By the time Dean wakes, Castiel’s knot has gone down and the alpha has moved away from him in his sleep. By instinct and the need for warmth, Dean moves closer to the body heat before he realizes that he’s just slept his work enemy.
“Fuck,” he says out loud.
Cas keeps snoring lightly next to him and probably can’t be disturbed for heaven or hell. This leaves Dean in an awkward position since it is his room and wonders what the protocol is on getting your lover/enemy/co-worker out of your bedroom.
“I still hate you,” he says quietly to Cas’s sleeping form. “This doesn’t change anything.”
He rolls over and falls back asleep, hoping he’ll be able to face the day with a few more hours of sleep.