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Winter sun
Author: Lanevra Silver Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Summary: Dean's having a terrible night. First Sammy gets sick, then he meets the horribly stereotypical Alpha and it all ends with a mugging and two dead muggers. It's not the worst night of his life, but it's far from top 10. Worst of all, it's just the beginning. Link: Winter sun
Blue sky
Moscow doll - restaurant
Dean's and Sam's apartment
Dean's and Sam's motel room
Castiel's apartment
It is the same in my country. We have old, low houses with high ceilings, and some apartments are very spacious. Then we have low but mostly long houses with many small units, and high and long houses again with many units. And finally we have modern houses, which are usually not as big as the house in the video (the reason is that Moscow alone has more inhabitants than the whole Czech Republic), and living there is very expensive.
The Omega Distress Act
Origin and Development
The Omega Distress Act Origin and Development
During World War II, a large number of men, especially Alphas, went to the front in Europe, creating a large number of jobs in industry that needed to be filled. Not only women had to work, but of course Omegas as well. Although the need to start working and making decisions for themselves was not voluntary for most Omegas, but was forced upon them by circumstances, most of them found that they could function without the Alphas. As a result, the movement for Omega equality grew significantly, creating what politicians of the time called "the problem" after the war. Omegas, like women in general, refused to give up their jobs and return to their domestic duties. And many of them lost their Alphas in the war, so they couldn't even return to domesticity because they couldn't support themselves and their puppies. The way politicians presented it at the time was that Omegas (and women) were taking jobs from the heroic men who came back from the war and decided to end this injustice against veterans. And at the same time give the Omegas what they really need: protection and care. And so the Distressed Omega Act (and its counterparts in various states) was created, giving any Alpha the ability to take custody of an Omega who did not have an Alpha of their own. In the first years after the war, this law had a tremendous effect on Omegas. Tens of thousands of them lost their rights and became the "property" of the Alphas. Often an Alpha would have not only an Omega mate, but one or even two Omegas under his care. Some Alphas did this because they, too, felt that the Omegas had taken their jobs and rights. But there were many who did it with good intentions. They thought they were helping the Omegas get rid of their burdens and get what they needed to be happy.
Over the years this law slowly lost popularity and was used less and less, but it was still in effect and many states were very strict. The biggest breakthrough came in the 70's and 80's, when the voice of the various Omega rights movements was finally heard by the public, and public pressure allowed for either the complete repeal of these laws, or a significant easing or tightening of the requirements for Alphas who wished to foster an Omega. In the modern era, the Distressed Omega Act (and its ilk) is viewed by the public as something of an unused relic of the past, and most people are unaware of its existence, or only vaguely aware that such a thing exists. However, there are approximately 16,000 Omegas in the U.S. who are in the care of Alpha Guardians under the Distressed Omega Act and similar laws.
Addendum: Of course, politicians have also come out strongly against working women in general, but since there are only 15% of Omegas in the population, it has been much easier to restrict the rights of Omegas than to restrict them for women in general.
He stubbed out his cigarette in the last available space in the ashtray, leaned back and looked over the thin trickle of smoke rising from the still slightly smoldering cigarette at Vladko, who was in a convivial conversation with Pyotr. Vladko's long gray hair and thick beard hanging over his round face were in direct contrast to Pyotr's not only shaved cheeks, but also shaved head and the fact that the old Beta had visibly lost weight in recent weeks. He also drank and smoked much less than before. Something had changed about him. Castiel had noticed it before, but only now was he able to focus on it more. He finally knew how his Omega was doing, and although he wanted him back even more than before, the pictures his own men had brought him managed to calm him down. They showed Dean walking a little black boy to the bus stop and a blond boy his own age to the same school. He looked much better than he had on that fateful night in the emergency room where an ambulance had taken him straight from Sun Hill.
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Do you have an outline for the entire story worked out?
Yes, I do. I have written down the main points that I need to accomplish and also the points that I need to put in the chapters. But sometimes I have chapters or little twists in the story that I didn't plan.
After talking to Sam, he must have fallen asleep, because he was awakened by a knock at the door. It was the Alpha telling Dean that he hadn't come for dinner - unconsciously he rattled inside, curled his fingers into the sheets and carefully hypnotized the door, ready for the Alpha to burst in and punish him for such 'disrespect' and rule-breaking - and brought him food and left it outside the door.
Dean was surprised by the Alpha's behavior and simply thanked him. He listened for a long time until he was sure that the Alpha was gone before he got out of bed and unlocked the door behind which he found the tray of food. He took it inside and, after a brief inspection and hesitation, began to eat what the Alpha had brought him. It was canned tomato soup, roasted chicken and potatoes. Nothing fancy, but it was warm, there was plenty of it, and he didn't even have to cook it, and that counted for something.
When he was done, he hesitated a bit about what to do, but finally decided to take the tray and carry it to the kitchen. Not that he trusted Alpha in any way, but cleaning up after his dirty dishes was normal. And so, tray in hand, he stepped out from behind the wall and paused at the sight of the surprisingly normal, domestic scene unfolding before his eyes.
Timmy was sitting in front of a TV playing some action cartoon, probably Japanese, Dean didn't know. The little Beta was completely engrossed in it, and it was clear that he was completely unaware of what was going on around him. He hadn't noticed Dean and didn't even pay attention to Alpha, who was sitting in the kitchen playing cards with the other Beta, much to Dean's surprise.
Alpha and the other Beta boy, Bart, lifted their heads from the game and watched him as he slowly walked into the kitchen with a tray and put the dishes in the full sink. He felt two stares in his back that made him nervous as he hypnotized the dirty dishes. There were none except his own soup bowl. Why had he been given an extra bowl? Was he expected to do the dishes? Should he have offered? What about the tray?
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He leaned his head against the window and looked out at the pedestrians they passed, unconcerned. He felt numb. And his Omega was unusually quiet, cowering in the corner of his mind, even though he wasn't directly driving her there. He guessed it was the concussion and probably the medication he'd had to swallow this morning on doctor's orders, but he didn't really care. He somehow didn't care about anything, including the apology and expression of gratitude he'd gotten from Angel (and which the other Omega boy had taken out on the other Omegas at the shelter), the fact that he was away from his Alpha again and didn't know where Sammy was. Or that he was finally able to eat properly after many days, and then take a shower (with the supervision of his Omega medical brother, who was supposed to check that his concussion didn't make him faint in the warm shower), and even the small fact that a well-known Beta from Child and Youth Services was taking him to another foster home.
"Sonny and I have worked together for years," Mosely chimed in, "and he's a good friend of mine. I've placed several charges with him. He doesn't usually take Omegas, but when I told him about you, he immediately agreed to take care of you. You'll be safe with him."
That last sentence gave Dean a kick in the pants. He turned to Beta with a grin.
"Safe as in SunHill?" He asked caustically.
"I never wanted you to go to SunHill, believe me, Dean. I contacted Sonny as soon as I left you there and I've been trying to get you out ever since, but these things aren't that easy. There are laws and rules."
"I have no reason to trust you," he replied, and to show that he didn't want to talk anymore, he just turned back to the window.
Beta seemed to understand, because she said nothing more. He was grateful for that. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to her or anyone else.
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Ten Little Facts About Sam
He prays every day
If he had his way, he would eat mostly vegetarian food, with the occasional chicken or fish.
He is not happy being an Alpha. He wishes he were a Beta or even an Omega because he doesn't like how Alphas have behaved in the past and how they behave today, and he's afraid he can't control his Alpha instincts.
He would make a great sniper because he is already very good at precision and long-range shooting. And he has a high kill percentage.
He loves dogs and has always wanted one. When Sam was eight years old, they lived in a small town in Texas for a few weeks. Sam befriended an old stray dog and sneaked out to feed him. One day, he caught a group of older Beta boys abusing the dog and trying to set it on fire so they could videotape it and share it. That was the first time Sam's Alpha came out. He beat and bit the Beta boy badly. He never told anyone about it, not even Dean, and for weeks he was afraid he would get in trouble for it.
Except for clowns, he's afraid of closets and all cabinets and chambers where a person could fit. He always puts a chair in front of the closet and leaves all his clothes on the chair. His father doesn't know about this fear, and if he did, he wouldn't understand and wouldn't be very forgiving.
He says he doesn't like Castiel because he's a criminal. The truth is that he is jealous and afraid that Dean will leave him.
Dean has always tried to keep him away from anything illegal, but still, Sam can pick pockets, pick locks, and start cars without keys. And he enjoys hacking into protected computer networks, including various government agencies and police departments.
In a kill-or-die situation, he would shoot before Dean. As an Alpha, he instinctively favors himself over almost everyone else, and that scares him.
His most prized possession is his collection of various badges and pins.
He raised his hand and touched a piece of gauze taped to the back of his head. He yelped in pain. It was uncomfortable to touch that spot, but having the bandage there was even more uncomfortable, so he ripped it off in one motion.
"Shit!" He cursed as the bandage pulled out a few hairs, and in the next instant he pressed his fingertips to his temple and cheek. His head was shaking. He didn't know if it was better or worse after the injection, but it still hurt. If only he could get to that cruel, dull pressure in his brain and rip it out.
He sighed, frustrated and resigned at the same time, and looked around.
He was surrounded by a drawn hospital curtain in an ugly faded green, behind which passing medics and patients milled about. Dean himself was sitting on a hospital bed covered with a disposable paper sheet, a short distance from the bed was one of those vital signs carts and some other machines. One of them must have been an oxygen tank, because there was a tube leading from it to the mask they'd forced on him right after he'd gotten here. Something about smoke inhalation and burned bronchi. Fortunately, the beta doc only had to examine him and listen to his lungs, so he didn't need the mask. Then she sewed up his head wound and warned him that he had a concussion. Breakthrough diagnosis! He already knew that. He had hit his head on the metal railing and had several of the symptoms: persistent headache, dizziness, blurred vision, and even loss of consciousness. Even a trained chimpanzee would know what was wrong with him.
He swallowed through the lump in his mouth and closed his eyes as the horrible light stung them, the sounds were too loud and the smells too intense. He had to lie down for a while. Just for a moment, until the detectives arrived. The cops who had come to question him about the fire had promised to call them. He'd asked directly for the two clowns who'd come to SunHill and refused to talk to anyone else, which the cops, surprisingly, respected. And they looked at him strangely, too. Well... it was quite possible that they had questioned the others who hadn't been as badly hurt as Dean first, and they had started talking about Evans and what was going on at Sun Hill, and that was why they had been so nice and tolerant to Dean.
Anyway, he just didn't want to talk to regular cops in uniform, he wanted the Ballard and the Alpha he'd met the last time, because... well, for a moment he got the impression that the Beta detective was really interested, and as much as he didn't trust the police, at least he knew this one. And that counted.
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AI once accidentally created a nice "family" photo of Sam, Castiel, and Dean.
Ten little facts about Dean
He was baptized an evangelical.
As a child, he loved playing with the soldiers and guns John gave him, and the dolls and pram Mary gave him. And he loved it when his Omega mom painted his nails a different color each time.
He eats what the world calls "American food" - fast food, frozen convenience foods, vending machine meals, and anything you can buy at a gas station. And being an Omega, he is wary of unfamiliar foods unless he gets them from his Alpha (John, Castiel, or Bobby). But this is very much influenced by his age. As an adult, he'll be much more open to trying new things.
He is good at shooting at moving targets and has a high percentage of hits. He's not very good at long range shooting and has a relatively low percentage of lethal hits.
He is agnostic - if he were to ponder the meaning of life, he would be willing to acknowledge the existence of a higher power, but would never be willing to practice a religion.
He is much smarter and has a much greater general outlook than those around him think. Partly he deliberately pretends to be a "stupid Omega" and partly he thinks he is not smart enough to understand anything more complex.
He's grown an inch in the time he's known Castiel. And he hasn't stopped growing.
He fell in love with Castiel because he is very much like his father John -- a smoker, a drinker, a taciturn and quiet type who prefers to keep to himself, and very dangerous when he wants to be or when he loses his temper.
For an Omega, he has unusually high levels of testosterone and alpha enzymes, which affects his appearance and behavior, as well as his smell. He produces less of certain components of the pheromone spectrum, and they happen to be the same ones that bother Castiel. That's why it's the only Omega that smells good to Castiel. Thirty years ago, this "hormonal deviation" of Dean's would have been considered a disorder affecting the Omega male's appearance, behavior, and especially fertility, and his parents would have been recommended hormonal and psychological treatment.
He had always wanted tattoos and piercings, but had not yet had the time to get them or to commit to getting his earlobe pierced.
Fanfic writers, how old are you?
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No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.
I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.
