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Sam Winchester ([personal profile] fromfryingpantofire) wrote2014-05-31 08:50 pm
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Now I'm strong and I won't kneel/Except to thank who's watching over me

It had been a very long day so far. For Sam, that day mostly meant waiting, fidgeting with the present in his hands.

More than a few of the others had watched him as they waited, wondering what he was doing here and, more than once, Sam had found himself wondering the same. The Novaks were a family with a lot of wealth and a lot of connections, political and otherwise. He'd done his research. The family was full of Alphas and Betas, insinuated into massive companies and running more than a few of their own. They were old money and old power and most of those who had come to court were the same.

Not Sam. Certainly, the Winchesters were an old family, but they weren't wealthy by a long shot. They were involved in law enforcement, which wasn't exactly a rich occupation to begin with. Sam was going to law school, but his interest wasn't in making money but in helping people and putting away those who abused their positions and their power. But, long ago, John Winchester had made a promise to the Novak family because Mary Campbell had mated him rather than Michael Novak. That one of his children would be offered as a mate to the Novaks should there be a compatible one. It had been a sop, meant to quiet tensions between the families but nobody had thought much of it. Dean had been a Beta and Sam had been an Alpha and that seemed that.

Until the Novaks threw an Omega. Not unheard of, but rare. And, suddenly, Sam seemed to be the one Winchester with a chance, small enough though it might be.

He started when he heard his name called, pulling himself to his full height with the present clutched in his hands. He followed Zachariah Novak trying to ignore the feeling of unworthiness. He was an Alpha from a good line. There was no reason, other than money, to think he didn't have a chance here.
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[personal profile] freetobe 2014-05-31 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a long day. Too long. Castiel feels every crick in his back, every pull of his muscles from sitting here all day to a seemingly endless parade of potential suitors. It's not unkindness that makes him feel like he just wants to have the Winchester appointment over and done with - he doesn't know the alpha, Sam Winchester, only knows that he needs to move, stretch, be anything but a poised statue.

Cold, aloof, some may say. He's just doing as he's been taught. It's rare that the Novak clan produces omegas, but it happens, occasionally, and Castiel has no illusions over the little regard Zachariah has for him, or what is expected of him now. Alphas and Betas stay in the family, have other clans marry in. Omegas are married out to strengthen ties and produce children that can come work for the Novak clan.

The table in front of Castiel is littered with expensive gifts. Glass figurines, jewelry, clothes. off against the wall are paintings, even a piano.

Castiel doesn't play the piano.

He doesn't wear jewelry.

The painters aren't his favorites.

And as for the flowers... well, he prefers them growing in gardens or meadows, and doesn't much care for bouquets.

If Winchester comes in here with more of the same, Castiel isn't sure he can keep his composure. He's well trained, but he has his limits, he has the wish for freedom clawing in his chest, and he can't be pushed too far...

Castiel sits up when the door opens. Zachariah enters, and his face isn't pleased. What that means, Castiel can only surmise - he knows the Winchesters are no one's first choice, but how bad could it possibly be. When Sam approaches, he rises, offers his hand - palm up, inner wrist exposed so the alpha can scent him. It's customary, a sign of submission. Even an alpha from the least likely clan on the list is worth more than an omega to the Novak clan.

"Hello, Sam."