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Castiel woke up to light streaming into his room, casting a pleasant white glow. He stretched and sighed happily, letting a hand drift down to his stomach. A deliriously happy smile spread across his face at the small bump he felt there. They’d only gotten married and had mated six months ago, but Castiel had already pupped after the first heat he spent with Dean. Ellen said that that was a good sign, but all Castiel knew was that he and Dean were beyond excited to welcome this little one to the world.
Castiel heard his chamber door open, and he cracked his eye open just a sliver to see who it was and almost laughed as he saw Dean trying to be sneaky as he made his way towards their bed.
“You are not good at espionage, love,” Castiel said, laughing as Dean winced.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
“No,” Castiel said, “You did leave me, though.”
“Alas, omega,” Dean said. Castiel pretended to be grumpy, but as soon as he felt his mate climbing back into bed and nuzzling into his side, he let the facade fall. He enjoyed the few minutes of contentedness with his mate, well aware that they would need to get up soon to face the audience of a King from a small kingdom they shared some miles of their eastern most border with.
“Ten more minutes,” Dean said, “then we will have to get you dressed for the meeting with King Alastair of Purgatory.”
Castiel sighed and nodded his head, lacing his fingers together with Dean’s over his swollen belly.
Usually they didn’t meddle in the affairs of other kingdoms, but there had been a huge migration of predominantly omegas and children from this particular kingdom to theirs in the past month. It had left the economy in Purgatory vulnerable and the royal family wanted to discuss having Winchester send their people back to their homeland.
Unfortunately for that kingdom, Dean, Castiel, and several other trusted Winchester officials had met with every single woman, man, and child to figure why they came to Winchester, and where they would fit in best, and each and every person had a story heavy with abuse and maltreatment of omegas and children from the alphas in their home kingdom.
Dean and Castiel wouldn’t—nor would the entirety of Winchester—send anyone back to an unsafe land, so Castiel and Dean had decided that if this kingdom didn’t align with Winchester and compromise in the reforming of their kingdom, they would have a declaration of war sent to them within the week.
“It is time to go,” Dean said when the ten minutes were up. He lifted himself off the bed and then helped Castiel up, and over to his vanity where he worked with Cas to get him dressed in the proper attire for a meeting such as this. After that, Castiel linked his arm with Dean’s and the two of them walked together to their conference room.
As they entered, everyone stood and bowed to them. Dean walked with Castiel to one end of the table, pulling the chair out for him and pushing it in when Castiel had sat down. He gave Castiel a kiss on the cheek, and then walked leisurely to his own seat at the other end of the table, sitting down and getting comfortable before he addressed the rest of the room.
“Merry Meet,” He said, and everyone took their seat again. Dean waited again until everyone was comfortable before continuing, “It is a pleasure to have you here today, your Majesty, King Alastair.”
Alastair bowed his head in thanks. “Gramercy.”
“As I have been told, you requested audience with my mate and I to discuss the recent immigration of your people to our lands?”
“Yes, I requested your presence,” Alastair said, “Many of the omega’s and children who ran away left mates. Those alphas want their families back.”
Dean nodded. “That is understandable,” he said, looking to Castiel, “However there is a major issue many of the temporary citizens of Winchester have brought to our attention. My mate will explain.”
Castiel didn’t miss how Alastair didn’t turn to him as he began to speak, “Your Majesty, every single man, woman, and child I talked to described how they had been treated in your kingdom,” he said, noting the way Alastair and all of his companions seemed to look bored or disgusted as he spoke, “every single case I have been brought has described they horrific ways they have been abused by alphas in your kingdom. Is this true?”
“Of course not,” Alastair said. He turned back to Dean. “Excuse me, your Majesty, all I need is for you to say yes to allowing my soldiers to come and collect my people. As I understand, many of them have been placed in these… Omega brothels you have in your kingdom?”
Dean’s jaw clenched, and Castiel could see the fire begin to rage in his eyes.
“Are you talking about the havens for omegas and children seeking refuge?” Castiel asked. Alastair didn’t acknowledge Castiel.
“Your Majesty, these stories my subjects claim to be true are not. They have made them up. There is no maltreatment of the lower destinations on my lands.”
Dean’s face steeled. “ ‘Lower designations’ ?” He asked, “What do you mean lower designations?”
“Omegas,” Alastair said, “They are the lowest designation.”
“Why are they the lowest designation?” Dean asked, deadly calm.
“They are breeders,” Alastair said, “it is all they are good for.”
Dean leaned back in his chair, an inferno of rage in his eyes as he looked to Castiel. “What do you think?” He asked.
“Well, as I said, I think it would be the best option to allow me to send my soldiers—” Alastair began, but one sharp look from Dean shut him up.
“I was not talking to you,” Dean said. He slowly took his eyes off Alastair and looked back to Castiel.
Castiel gave Dean a nod of thanks, turning to Alastair. “Based on the manners I have seen you display here today only towards me?” He began, “I think no. You may not send your soldiers to our havens, you may not send your soldiers anywhere in Winchester.”
“Omega, please keep quiet. Truthfully, you may leave now, we have no need for any dances or entertainment from you, especially not from an omega carrying a pup,” Alastair said, waving at Castiel as he looked at Dean. “Your Majesty, truly, I simply need you to—”
“Excuse me?” Dean seethed. Castiel could see his mate’s eyes turning a deep shade of red and he stood up quickly, his chair scraping against the floor and drawing the attention of everyone in the room. He gave Dean a look that told him he had this handled, and then addressed the rest of the room.
“No,” he said, his voice full of so much righteous authority that Alastair and his comrades flinched, “ I said no . You may not send your soldiers to our havens, you may not send your soldiers to any of our villages in any corner of Winchester. We will not extradite your subjects back because as of right now, they are not your subjects anymore. They are first generation subjects of Winchester.”
“Omega—”
“It is Your Majesty, Queen Castiel of Winchester to you, and all of your acquaintances,” Castiel said, “I will forgive you for your disrespect; this time. If you ever show such a cavalier and chauvinistic attitude in Winchester again, I will not be as lenient.”
“I—”
“And unless the next words out of your mouth are an apology for your lack of manners or appreciation for my mercy, I would advise you keep your words to yourself,” Castiel said.
Alastair couldn’t meet his eyes. “Prithee, f-forgive me,” He said.
“You are forgiven this once,” Castiel said, “Now that you have your answer, I expect you to let all your subjects know that Winchester is open to all men, women, and children who seek asylum, regardless of designation. And I expect you to allow any who wish to emigrate to do so freely and without consequence.”
Alastair stared at him in shock. “Your Majesty—”
“If I find out you have stopped even a single man, woman, or child who wishes to migrate, you will have our formal declaration of war within the week.” Castiel gave Alastair and each of his companions a calm smile. “And if I find out that there is any more physical altercations enacted upon or towards omegas and children in your kingdom, you can expect we will not wait for any courier to send you our declaration of war. We will already be on your doorstep declaring war.”
Dean stood up and made his way to Castiel’s side, grinning as Castiel looped his arm through his.
“That will be all, gramercy,” Castiel said. Dean gave Alastair and his company one final goodbye, and then they were off.
There were preparations to be made for the entire lot of new subjects. And more to be made for any others who wished to come. It would be hard work to figure out accommodations for the sheer amount of people, but they found that with each other by their side? It really wasn’t so daunting.