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Castiel looked up when Sam walked into his office.

“There’s a new one coming in, probably escaped from Michael’s compound from the looks of him. He’s in rough shape. Won’t talk.”

Cas sighed. Ever since he’d started this rescue sanctuary for abused and neglected omegas, Michael Morningstar had been the bane of his existence. The way he abused his omegas was appalling, and so far, none of Sam’s legal attempts to shut his brothel down or get him to make restitution for what he did to omegas had worked. Most courts still thought of omegas as property.

“Send him to Ellen to treat his injuries when he gets here. When she’s fixed up what she can, put him in a room and call me.”

Sam nodded. “Will do, Cas.” He turned to leave.

“And Sam? Thanks.”

Sam smiled at him and left.

Castiel sat back in his chair with a sigh. He’d rescued hundreds of omegas over the years. Some had gone on to lead productive lives. The ones who were too broken stayed. It hurt Castiel’s heart to see how they had been treated, broken and hurt in ways that all the center’s therapists and doctors couldn’t heal. He hoped this latest one wasn’t too far gone.

Castiel went back to his paperwork. His sanctuary ran on funds from his inheritance and donations from good people who cared. 

When Sam buzzed him, he jumped. He’d almost forgotten that there was a new one. He picked up the phone.

“I’ll be right there, Sam.”

He walked to the housing unit and found Sam.

“So, tell me about him.”

Sam looked at some papers. 

“His name is Dean, at least that was the name on his arm band. He’s twenty-eight or nine, Ellen isn’t sure. He still won’t talk. He’s malnourished and beat up. You know, Michael’s usual.”

Castiel sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’m going in to talk to him.”

Sam nodded. “Be careful, Cas.”

Castiel nodded. “Always.”

Castiel opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The room was dark and he could just make out the shape of a man sitting on the bed.
“Dean, my name is Castiel Novak. I run this sanctuary. I want to assure you that you are completely safe here. No one is going to hurt you in any way.”

He waited for an answer that never came.

“I’m going to turn the light on.”

He switched the light on, blinking. When he looked, he could see the omega, sitting on the bed. He was so beautiful, it took Castiel’s breath away. He walked to a chair across the room from the bed and sat down. 

Dean’s eyes flicked up for a brief moment and looked at him, but then they went back down.

Castiel could smell the fear, pain and distress rolling off the omega so thick it was nauseating. But somewhere underneath that was the scent of cinnamon. Everywhere Castiel could see, he was covered with bruises and cuts that Ellen had treated. His clothes hung on him as if they were two sizes too big.

“Dean, you don’t have to say anything. I wish you would, but you don’t have to. All we want is to take care of you. If you need or want anything, just ask. I’ll have some food sent to you. Before I go, is there anything you need or want?”. 

Dean shrugged, but Castiel heard a quiet sob come from the omega. He was crying. Castiel wanted to go to him, comfort him, but he was hesitant. 

“I’m sorry for what happened to you. I know you’re in pain. I… I could hug you if you’d let me.”

Dean shook his head. “No! Stay away from me.”

Castiel sighed. “That’s fine. I understand. I’ll go and get that food for you. Again, I’m sorry, you are safe here.”

Dean didn’t respond, so Castiel left. Sam was waiting in the hall.

“Cas?”

Castiel shook his head. “He wouldn’t talk, beyond telling me no when I offered to hug him. He needs food. Please have someone get him a meal. I’ll be back tomorrow, see if he feels any safer then.”

Sam nodded. 

Castiel walked back to his office and phoned Ellen.

“Can you come to my office? I want to talk about Dean.”

 

Ellen sat in a chair across from Castiel’s desk.

“Well, he’s been starved, of course. Beaten with fists and what looks like a belt. I didn’t do an exam, he was way too skittish, but I’d be willing to bet he’s been raped. There’s also evidence of syntheat in his system.”

Cas tilted his head. “Syntheat? What’s that?”

Ellen sighed. “It’s new. It keeps an omega in heat. Constantly.”

Castiel was shocked. “What? That’s got to be dangerous!”

Ellen nodded. “It is. Very. If they’re kept on it very long, it would kill them. The stress on their system would burn them out. Luckily, it didn’t appear that he was on it very long. It’s almost out of his system.”

“Thank god for that.”

Ellen stood up. “Well, until he’ll talk to me, or I can do a more thorough exam, that’s all I have.”

Castiel stood up too. “Thank you Ellen.”

Castiel sat back down and rubbed his eyes. The thought of any omega forced into heat, just so they would be pliable for any Alpha with a knot was so abhorrent to him, he felt sick. He needed to go home, get some sleep, eat something. He glanced at his watch and was startled to see it was past eight. He grabbed his jacket and left the office. He smiled at Jo on his way out. 

“I’m going home. Call me if there is any emergencies.”

Jo smiled at him. “Sure thing, boss. Try to get some sleep.”

“Thank you, I’ll try.”

Cas switched on the radio in his car, trying to concentrate on the music and not the stuff swirling in his brain. He was only partially successful.

He warmed up something he found in the fridge, popping it in the microwave and grabbed a beer while he was waiting. When the microwave dinged, he got the container out, looking into it. The casserole didn’t look appetizing at all. He chucked it in the trash and just got another beer. He went and sat on the couch. He couldn’t get Dean out of his mind. Dean was beautiful, but he was also so very abused, Castiel didn’t know if Dean could ever come back from it.

Castiel had a headache behind his eyes. Sighing, he got up and went to the bathroom. He stripped and got in the shower, letting the hot water beat on his aching muscles. When he was done, he dried off and got in bed naked. He turned over and tried to get the image of Dean out of his mind.