"We could build something for you guys, though that'd take time. Small outhouse for some privacy, no one wants to hear newlyweds fucking, especially not the big brother, thanks."
They don't see Castiel the next day, when they drop off the signed contract. In fact, they only see the butler, who takes the contract. In the far distance of the mansion, they can hear Zachariah yelling at Castiel - no, he's not happy with the omega's choice in the least, and even less with the fact that he can do nothing about it. And even less with the fact that he's losing money because of Castiel's poor match.
The door is shut in their faces.
They don't hear anything from the Novak pack for a week, although the match is prominently announced in the papers without the Winchesters having been consulted.
The usual procedure would be several meetings at both main residences, the packs getting to know each other, wedding plans being made, the soon to be mates given the chance to bask in the pre-wedding glow a little - under supervision, of course.
That doesn't happen. Exactly seven days after the contact was dropped off, with no attempt from Zachariah to get in touch with the Winchesters at all, a car pulls up. Zachariah has the driver carry two bags containing everything Castiel actually owns, and almost drags the omega to the door by the arm.
When Ellen answers the door, he doesn't even wait to be invited in before pushing inside, telling her with false sweetness that he expects she knows who he is and what he's bringing over. He doesn't care who she is, clearly, and Castiel isn't getting a word in edge wise.
Ellen calls Sam immediately, makes sure he and the others know what's happening in their absence. Castiel, stiff and uncomfortable, clearly ashamed, stands stock still while Zachariah inspects his soon to be home with growing distaste.
Oh, he will have words for Sam Winchester, and Castiel, if he has anything to say about it, will have none.
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Date: 2014-11-17 01:46 am (UTC)They don't see Castiel the next day, when they drop off the signed contract. In fact, they only see the butler, who takes the contract. In the far distance of the mansion, they can hear Zachariah yelling at Castiel - no, he's not happy with the omega's choice in the least, and even less with the fact that he can do nothing about it. And even less with the fact that he's losing money because of Castiel's poor match.
The door is shut in their faces.
They don't hear anything from the Novak pack for a week, although the match is prominently announced in the papers without the Winchesters having been consulted.
The usual procedure would be several meetings at both main residences, the packs getting to know each other, wedding plans being made, the soon to be mates given the chance to bask in the pre-wedding glow a little - under supervision, of course.
That doesn't happen. Exactly seven days after the contact was dropped off, with no attempt from Zachariah to get in touch with the Winchesters at all, a car pulls up. Zachariah has the driver carry two bags containing everything Castiel actually owns, and almost drags the omega to the door by the arm.
When Ellen answers the door, he doesn't even wait to be invited in before pushing inside, telling her with false sweetness that he expects she knows who he is and what he's bringing over. He doesn't care who she is, clearly, and Castiel isn't getting a word in edge wise.
Ellen calls Sam immediately, makes sure he and the others know what's happening in their absence. Castiel, stiff and uncomfortable, clearly ashamed, stands stock still while Zachariah inspects his soon to be home with growing distaste.
Oh, he will have words for Sam Winchester, and Castiel, if he has anything to say about it, will have none.