Author's Note: _

I'm not really one for doing mpreg fics or whatever- let alone sitting here and focusing an entire story around it- but I felt that for some reason this was something I wanted to write.

It's down to Earth, focusing on the everyday worries of a teenager coming of age in a world that seems a little too big for them, and it seems as though Dean and Cas have a lot of maturing to do in a short amount of time.

I guess that I can relate considering I'm going through this dramatic and terrifying process myself- and in two short years (maybe even less than that, really) I'll be going out on my own. That scares me to death.

So this fic plays off on those fears and worries about life after the sheltered life of being a minor, and what kind of responsibility comes from learning how to make it own your own.
Also- this focuses on knowing when to admit to your fuck ups, and growing off and up from that admittance.

Enjoy!~


Positive.

Dean looks again.

Still positive.

He doesn't understand. There's no way.

He takes another.

Still fucking positive.

The omega falls against the counter, hands wavering on the edge of the sink as his knuckles turn white and his body shakes. He was on birth control- this shouldn't have happened.

Dean takes another just to put the smallest part of doubt at ease.

Still positive.

"Shit…" he breathes out, knees giving and body quickly meeting the bathroom floor.

He fucked up big time- no doubts about it. He wasn't supposed to be part of that statistic about pregnant high school omegas, yet here he was. In a bathroom with three positive tests waiting for his eyes to look at again. Dean just looks at the edge of the counter instead, knowing they're up there, knowing what they say. He prefers to remain on the floor, though. He feels much safer letting his weight rest on the ground than his unstable knees.

How is he going to do this? How is he supposed to raise a baby when he's only one himself? Alright- not really, but in the light of the world, barely eighteen is still sort being a minor. He can't get a job now, he can't afford this- how in the fuck is he supposed to manage? Questions flood his mind and cause the air to get knocked out of his lungs, bringing him down to Earth when he thought he might just float off into the void of space.

He's going to have to talk to his doctor now, he's got to find plans for him. Dean needs to find the dad and tell him. He's at least two or three months along, right? There's got to be some night he got a little tipsy and something happened...

He does the next best thing he can think of- he calls his best friend, Benny (Ben, usually) Lafitte.

"Ben?" Dean yells as soon the phone connects through, "Benny, I fucked up."

There's a sigh, "Dean, you've got to warn a dude before you come screaming into my speaker, man."

"That's not the point, Ben- I seriously fucked up! I can't wait for that!"

Ben sighs, "What is it this time, Dean?"

The omega glances back up at the sink and knows what is lying there on the countertop, what is waiting for him, "Ben- I'm…I'm pregnant."

Silence.

"Ben?"

Silence.

"Benny, you there?"

There's a growl over the phone, "Dean, if you're joking about this I swear to-"

"I'm not joking you son of a bitch!" Dean hisses into the phone, "I took three damn tests!"

"Three!?" Ben sounds like he's about to have a heart attack.

Dean growls into the phone, "What- you want me to count like that vampire of Sesame Street to make this easier on you?! One fuck up- ah, ah, ah! Two fuck ups- ah, ah, ah!"

"Dean…"

The omega is on the brink of tears already, "What do you expect me to do right now, Benny? I just found out I'm pregnant and I'm just sitting here on the bathroom flooring watching my life fall apart! I'm on birth control dammit! This wasn't supposed to fucking happen!"

There's a pause on the other line, "How far along are you now?"

"Probably around two or three months…"

"Does the father know?"

"I don't even know who the father is, dipshit! It's kind of one thing I'm flippin' shit about!"

Benny makes a grunt over the phone, "Stop snappin' on me- this isn't my fault and you're acting like it is. Just calm down, take a deep breath, and think."

The omega gives in to his words, damn betas are always like that, "Alright- I'm sorry… I'm just… dealing, with shit right now."

"Understandable." he comments, "Which reminds me, remember that one party we went to? Around New Years, I think?"

"I think so? …"

Ben laughs, "I would suppose you'd have trouble recallin' it, because if I remember correctly you got really plastered at it."

Dean gives a tight chuckle, "Sounds like the ignorant and irresponsible me."

"I also remember you and some alpha really hitting it off then. I think you went home with him."

"You just let me go like that?"

Ben clears his throat, "To be fair, Dean. He looked really responsible and all that. He had some really weird name and he's part of some really uptight Christian family. I remember you kept complaining about it. He got angry because he said he was named after some angel of some weekday or whatever. You two were just weird together, but in a good way."

Dean doesn't remember a thing, "Really? … I can't picture him, dude. No face comes into my mind, or names. Shit- is he the father?"

"I don't know- I'm not the one who had sex here. Just go figure this out, Dean. He's in our grade, I think."

Dean grits his teeth, "Alright- fine… See you tomorrow…"

Benny hangs up and Dean is left leaning against the wall feeling even worse than before. Of course he'd be drunk when he got pregnant, drunk enough to where he couldn't tell who the father was. Dean rests his head against his legs, breathing in air in an attempt to stop from crying.

It doesn't really work.

He just lets a few tears soak into his pajama pants as he wipes them away from his quickly flushing face with a snort. He pulls himself up, grabbing the tests and shoving them in his jacket pocket as he tries to make it look like he wasn't crying at all. It gives Dean a reason to look at himself in the mirror for a moment.

Could people tell- know- if they looked? Was his scent noticeable? How long would he have till it was obvious? The omega watches as his eyes water again, a few more stray tears working their way down to drip off his chin.

Best way to start the summer vacation, ever.

Well- he's just got one more week left of high school and then he's done completely. But now, with the impending knowledge of having a kid, Dean thinks that he's going to have to go back to school with how dumb this stunt he pulled was.

He doesn't even know the fucking father.

Dean wants to slap himself.

"Dean- are you okay?" Dean jumps at his brother's voice, Sam leaning against the door, "You've been in there for almost an hour. Bobby's worried about you."

"I'm fine, Sammy. Just tired is all. Tell Bobby he doesn't need to worry about me right now."

But he should- in fact. Bobby should be trying to murder him right now. If that man found out there's a child forming inside Dean right at this second, he'd lose himself in a fit of parental rage. He always did when Dean did something extremely stupid. This time might take the whole damn cake.

"Alright…" Sam seems to not believe him, but he lets whatever he's doubting go unvoiced, "I'll go tell him. Come out when you're ready."

Dean doesn't think he ever will be.

School comes awkwardly fast when Dean gets there. His classes fly by in what seems to be minutes- and the omega is a little grateful for it being that way. He wanders about the hallways, trying to figure out how in the fuck he's going to solve this when he walks into someone. Or- someone walks into him.

"Watch where you're going, buddy-"

"Dean?"

The omega blinks, looking up from where he had glanced down to somehow make sure no damage came to the child- he's screwed already, "How do you know my name? …"

The guy before him blinks his pristine azure eyes before speaking quietly, "I believe we met at a New Years party- about three months ago? I'm not surprised you don't remember, you were… heavily intoxicated."

"Shit…" Dean murmurs, rubbing his neck awkwardly as his skin heats, "Yeah- um… Look, I need to talk to you about that…"

"Is there something wrong?"

Dean bites his lip, struggling to not fuck this up, "This really isn't a conversation I'd like to have unless we're alone and you answer one simple question before I leave."

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly, "What is it?"

"Did we- … uh-" Dean swallows and clears his throat, looking around the hallway instead of the guy who could be the potential father of the recent discovery- his unborn child, "did we have sex? That night? ..."

He looks instantly flustered, and a small part of Dean thinks he might have fucked up again, but the dude recovers quickly and nods simply, "We… we did… Why are you asking? …"

"There's just a few things I have to tell you about- well, what happened. Meet me around the oak tree after school, okay? It's important you're there. I promise."

He nods, "Alright- I will."

Dean just awkwardly looks down, his mouth moving but no words forming on his lips or tongue out loud. It leaves him just gaping like a fish on land, face moving around air as though he couldn't process it. Dean just shuts his jaw, gives a brisk nod towards the guy, and awkwardly sidesteps him to continue going to lunch.

He's royally screwed now.

"You're what?!" Jo blurts, causing Dean to smack her arm at the volume and expression she is currently using.

"Shut the fuck up- you sound like an air horn or some shit-" Dean just sighs, "but… yeah, my eggo is preggo."

Jo blinks, "Really, Dean? I thought you were on birth control-"

"I am on birth control…" he growls, staring at the lump of cooling 'spaghetti', "I guess they didn't work or somethin'..."

Ash gives a reassuring pat on the omega's back, Dean for once being happy that he's a beta and kind of neutral in the jist of things, "Sucks man, you gonna keep it?"

Dean huddles in on himself, already trying to protect the small human growing inside of him, "Depends on what the dad says and what's going to happen…"

Dean doesn't want to admit he doesn't have the kind of heart to do that sort of thing. Ever.

He loves kids, he wants a family.

The timing was just wrong.

Ash just nods, going back to eating his processed hamburger, earning a slight disgusted look from Jo who just picks at her salad. Dean sighs, taking his fork and stabbing his food until something in him feels slightly satisfied with it. He just isn't hungry today- unusual for Dean Winchester considering it'd probably take him a week to go through a grocery store without restocking anything. He guesses it's because of the baby, making him crave certain things and forcing his nose to upturn at the smell of Ash's burger.

No- seriously- that shit smells disgusting.

"Ash, could you please take that burger away from me? It's makin' me sick…"

Ash laughs, getting up to move beside Jo on the other side of Dean, "Wow- Dean Winchester- once a guy known for his love of meat can't be within a few inches from a burger. This kid's already got you whipped, man."

Dean glares, "Sorry if that's a problem, Mullethead. You know- I could just not care about the thing after all, right?"

"I surrender-" Ash holds up his hands, backing away a few inches as his sleeveless plaid shirt slides into Jo's space and she smacks him, "they really weren't lyin' when they said expectin' omegas are temperamental."

"You're insultin' my kid- of course I'm going to be touchy about it."

Jo lays down her fork, brown irises landing on Dean with a softness he's only seen a dog hit by a car get, blond hair curling over her shoulders as she leans in, "Wait- you're not actually… keeping it- are you?"

Dean remains silent.

"I'll give you kudos for persevering, Dean, but this is too much. This is a living, breathing human being we're talkin' about getting made by you. You're only a kid yourself, Dean. You can't possibly raise a baby when you're trying to grow up yourself."

Dean rests a hand over his stomach, glancing down, "I thought about that already, Jo. And even then- never, not even once- did getting rid of it ever cross my mind. I just… I can't do it, okay? If there were other circumstances, then sure- maybe. But I did this willingly, I fucked up- this baby is something I did whether it is a rational thing or not. I'm keepin' it dammit- I'll raise it on my own if I have to."

Jo gives an even more apologetic look towards Dean, it's on 'diagnosed with terminal cancer' levels, "Do you know how hard that would be, though? Being a single parent? People can barely manage as a couple, Dean. I don't want you having to resort to something questionable to keep you and your kid afloat… You can always try later-"

"No." Dean breathes out, closing his eyes, feeling small in a world all too big for him, "I have to do this, I have to have this kid because I can't just erase every single stupid thing I do. I mean, it's not like I'm going to be in high school once it pops out, right? I'll be graduated and in my own apartment or somethin' by then. I won't have to worry about this place, at least. It's not the best situation, but it's also not the worst. I'll figure it out, Jo. I promise."

Jo just returns to eating her salad, giving up on trying to convince the adamant omega sitting before her that she labels as one of her best friends to give up on this and call it.

"Good luck, Dean…" she says quietly before they separate to go to class for one of the very last times, "You're seriously going to need it…"

Dean waits by the oak tree for the guy who might have helped place the little bundle of joy currently growing underneath his palm. Ever since he found out he's expecting, Dean's been touching his stomach a lot lately. He wonders all of these random things about who it might become, what it might look like. It's daunting sometimes, to say at the least. At others, it seems like small little miracles made just for his enjoyment.

He can see the guy from earlier walking up, hands in his pockets all formal and posh. He looks as though he were walking out of a magazine for some reason. Dean just rests against the trunk waiting, sitting on the ground without much of a care, or he seems to. Ash may not have been kidding when he said this kid already had Dean whipped- it's like as soon as he saw those pregnancy tests, that baby had the advantage. Dean was already tired and he slept all last night.

Dammit.

"Hey." Dean says as soon as the potential father arrives.

"Hey." he shuffles awkwardly, "What is it that you wanted to talk about? You said it was serious?"

Dean looks down towards his stomach where his hand gently lay, though it probably looks like he's averting his eyes when really he's looking at the cause of this conversation, "Do you remember much about that night? …"

He leans onto his other foot, a small bit of dust coming off from the exposed earth, "Not really, I myself wasn't in the best of states either. I believed my brother spiked my drink for giggles."

"That's a shit person to have labeled as family."

"You have no idea…" he trails off, "But I want to know- why are you asking me all of this? I thought that it was a one time, drunken thing. I thought we were supposed to forget about it. Isn't that customary for one night stands?"

Dean swallows, the moment of truth coming, "Well- it's also customary afterwards, if it happens, to tell someone that they're going to be a father."

The dude blinks at him.

Dean just looks away, blush painting his cheeks and the hand he had resting on his stomach more shielding than ever. This kid is pretty much having to face his father right now- and Dean's pretty sure this guy is the one considering he hasn't had sex at all in months. It wasn't until he missed his heat last week that Dean had thought anything about it. Instead, Dean just hopes that he won't be so ignorant again.

"You're pregnant? …" he whispers, voice small as he stares at the overlapping fingers on Dean's old Metallica tee, "I'm going to be a father? …"

Dean nods, "Yeah… I found out yesterday… I would have told you sooner if possible, but- I literally had no clue who you were until you walked into me and said as much. Ironic and pretty unbelievable, but, here we are…"

He narrows his eyes, "Did you take a pregnancy test-"

"Three." Dean takes them out of his pocket, knowing that he would probably be asked this, "I took three. All at different times of the day."

The guy eyes them with small pupils, and suddenly Dean can smell the alpha pheromones wafting over him like waves- except… They're not bad ones. They're actually… protective? Happy?

What?

The alpha sits down, coming beside Dean cautiously. Now that he's here on Dean's level, the omega can smell more of the scent pouring off of him. It settles some nagging doubt in the back of his mind, one of the big ones.

The one if the father didn't accept the news or the little bundle of joy on its way.

Seems like Dean doesn't have to worry about that one anymore, at least.

The alpha takes a cautious hand, looking towards Dean as if to silently ask permission to do so, and moves it ever so slowly onto Dean's own. Their hands lay together on top of Dean's currently flat and toned stomach- seeming as though they only know the transition it is to take in a few short months.

"Have you told anyone yet?" he asks, voice in awe as he just stares at the palms and fingertips lazily intertwined over their unborn child.

"Only two of my friends know, but it's from them smelling the fear off of me- and now you… I haven't figured out how to… break it- to people yet."

He nods, still staring, "What do you want me to do?"

Dean looks at him then, brow furrowed, "Wait- you want to actually do somethin' with this kid?"

"Of course I do." he sends a quick glare towards Dean for doubting him, "This is just as much my responsibility as it is yours. My father did always proclaim it takes two to tango."

"But we didn't dance…"

"No, we did not." he admits, "But the metaphor suits it well enough. You did not get pregnant on your own, Dean. This is also my child. I'm feeling the natural urges just as you feel them right now."

Dean scoffs, "How do you know that I'm feelin' anything?"

The alpha grins, "When I walked over, I could see you looking down like I was before after you told me- like it was a personal little world made all for your sake. You seemed confused, maybe a little lost- but also a little awed. Not once during this whole time since I've had you come into my view, have you removed your hand from shielding your stomach. You haven't even mentioned abortion to me once so far, and you asked me already if I really wanted to be a part of its life. That means you plan on keeping it. It's not a complicated thing."

Dean looks down, knowing that everything the alpha pointed out was true, "Well- good for you, Sherlock Holmes."

"My name is actually Castiel." he states, looking down at their hands again that have still not moved away from Dean's stomach, "Though- you liked to call me-"

"Cas." they say at the same time, a grin appearing warmly over the alpha's features.

He removes his hand for once, though he still looks towards Dean's resting against the cloth on his abdomen, "I remember you kept calling me that over and over and I just went with it. The funny part is, I never let anyone call me nicknames before. You're the only one I've allowed to do so."

Dean just flushes, his stomach feeling uneasy- he doesn't know if it's from the baby, "Aren't I just special, then?"

"Consider it a very, very high compliment." Cas pauses, "Dean- would you like to come over to my house today? So we can… figure things out?"

The omega thinks about it, knowing that he really should start preparing for the inevitable and ominous fate he's going to face in a few short months, so he nods, "Alright…"

Cas helps him up, and they walk away from the oak tree together.

It turns out Cas is actually a really cool dude. Benny wasn't lying when he said that although there were a few minor differences (there always is), that he and Cas really did hit it off. It worked. The alpha and omega fall into sync easily with one another, and Dean can easily see why his drunken self chose to fuck Cas. Seriously- not a bad choice when you can't even see straight let alone talk it, either.

"Do you want food?" Cas asks as he drives Dean to his house, something Dean envies since Bobby never trusted him with a car until he could prove he wasn't an 'idjit', Dean knowing he just gave him another reason- "I know that pregnant omegas need to either eat or snack a lot to get nutrients for the child."

"Eating would be nice…" Dean pats his stomach, "I've always been a fan. This just gives me a reason to pig out."

Cas turns into a grocery store, Dean's face lighting up, "I'm guessing the cravings have already started? If so, then I'm letting you pick out what you want since really the only thing that will stay down would be something both you and the child like."

"Good- this morning at lunch my friend's burger made me wanna blow chunks. Thing is, I love burgers."

"As do I."

Dean grins, "Of course I'd get knocked up by some guy who loves cow just as much as I do."

Cas parks the car in a parking spot and gives a small chuckle.

They walk into the store together, sort of. Dean is already super hungry from missing lunch earlier, and he's ready to get something in his stomach before it digests itself. Cas follows along, making noises occasionally as Dean just grabs whatever seems pleasing to himself and the kid. In the end, the basket is comprised of assortments of beef jerky and pop tarts, even a few bottles of juice.

When Dean gets the last item to the register, he realizes that the total is around thirty dollars worth of food, "Shit…"

He moves to grab his wallet, but finds that Cas already has his out and is sliding the card in the machine. Dean blinks as the word 'approved' appears on the screen.

"I could have paid-"

"No." Cas states, handing the omega his bags of snacks, "You are carrying my child, it means I have to take care of you from now on."

Dean blinks, "Wait- you're saying that you're gonna support me through this, too?"

Cas turns from when he had been walking, cobalt irises narrowing in confusion, "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know… I just- I thought you were only going to care about the baby… I never imagined you doing the same for me."

The alpha just stares, "What are you trying to say, Dean?"

"Nothing just-" the omega looks down at the plastic bag, guilt settling in his gut rather than a beef jerky stick, "I thought I was just kind of a variable, you know? Like one of the things in a chemical equation that I see over and over in Chemistry?"

Cas just tilts his head.

Dean sighs, knowing he's having to explain, "It starts off with two elements. They think they're stable, that they're okay- I'm guessing, I truly don't know if elements think- but they overall seem to be independent. Even if they're faking. However, they notice each other. They see their flaws and what the other has, and it makes an instant connection sometimes. It's like they hit it off as soon as they realize the attraction between them within those seconds. In the end, they basically come together to bond in some way, whether it be some quick little flash of light, or a violent reaction. But the reason I'm saying this is that there's always, no matter the form it has or time that it lasts, a product of their relationship." Dean rests his hand over his stomach, pointing out the connection that he and Cas had apparently made around New Years, "But there's something a little solemn about it… The two elements from before- they never interact again afterwards once the initial thing is over… That's kind of how I expected this to go, Cas. We'd have our single reaction and go our separate ways. I just didn't know there was a product involved."

The alpha lowers his gaze to Dean's palm, and the air around Dean changes with the scent of alpha pheromones once again. The omega swallows, his hand automatically coming to protect his unborn son or daughter in fear of Cas wanting to do something about it.

"I never once considered comparing sex to something like a chemical equation… But there's one thing I don't understand, Dean. Why do you think you are nothing but a variable?"

Dean clears his throat, flushing at the knowledge of what's under his hand and that in a few short months it'll be out in the world- living, breathing, "I thought that maybe the only reason you cared about me is this…" Dean pats his stomach lightly for emphasis while averting his eyes from the watching alpha in nervousness, "I thought that maybe you're only caring about me because I'm carrying your child and that's something alphas do when an omega is expecting with their kid. What I'm tryin' to say here is that I thought you cared more about the product than you did a reactant. I'm not important- I'm just a variable in an equation, I'm not related to the solution."

"That's not true, Dean." Cas comes forward, gently wrapping his hand onto Dean's own, "Without the two elements you spoke of, the product would never have existed. It simply would not be. Mass can neither be created nor destroyed. So again, those two elements that you spoke of, they did not disappear or leave each other." Cas runs a thumb along the crest of Dean's ring finger over the omega's abdomen, "They came together as one."

Dean thinks right then that his heart stops altogether.

...

Cas drives them to his house, or tries to. It sounds simple enough in itself, but overall the task isn't. Apparently, Dean's unborn child hates V8, seriously. It's embarrassing enough to tell someone that they're going to be a dad, but apparently Dean found a whole new way to make himself cower in the sensation.

Vomiting.

Something Dean dislikes already becomes something he despises in a matter of seconds. With his throat clenching and eyes watery, he coughs up the juice and feels blush paint his cheeks. Cas just awkwardly pats him on the back. Sounds comforting in some way, but it's not really when you are in a tight gas station bathroom.

"Ugh..." Dean grunts, falling against the cloth covered leg of the alpha beside him, forehead turning into the limb, "I'm never drinking this stuff again."

"I don't blame you." Cas comments softly, "Do you feel well enough to walk, or do you need assistance-"

Dean growls against the fabric, "I'm not useless, Cas- I'm not some elderly person who broke their hip. You don't need to bridal style carry me through the Seven-Eleven doors out to a Honda for Christ's sake."

Cas helps him up anyways, "I would have let you lean on me, but if it were serious enough, I would have carried you in such a way."

"I'm only pregnant, Cas. I'm not broken or weak."

"I never said you were." the alpha states simply.

The omega gives a tight laugh as he wipes away the red mess with a paper towel ball, "No, but you and the situation imply it."

Cas just eyes Dean as he tries to balance himself on his uneasy feet against the sink, the omega sighing out as Cas shakes his head, "Dean- there is nothing here implying or saying that you are weak. You're in fact one of the strongest people I know."

"Excuse me?" Dean turns around, 'What makes you say that?"

"Whenever we were at the party together, you opened up to me… a lot." Cas rubs the back of his neck, "I remember most things, like about your brother Sammy and your foster parent Bobby… You told me about your parents and what happened… I know a lot about you, Dean."

Dean blinks, feeling as though the world around has just been snatched away as he was existing within it. He doesn't understand how it's possible, for something such as that to happen to him, but it does nonetheless.

"You told me about how John never wanted you, when your first heat hit… You told me about how you missed Mary then because she would have understood and helped you- and maybe there would have been a chance your father would have been supportive instead of the exact opposite. You told me about if you ever had a child, you would never judge them in such a way…"

There's a tear running down Dean's cheek, the omega only realizing its existence as Cas comes close to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb, "You told me a lot of things, Dean, but the most miraculous was when you explained how you would love your child no matter what it was. You'd never push it away like John did you, you'd never leave it like Mary did when she died, whether it would be your choice or not. You have always loved your son or daughter, Dean- even before they existed. You poured your heart and soul out to me in one night, and I was amazed at the pureness that I was exposed to. Dean Winchester- when I say that you are more than likely the most amazing, kind-hearted, loving person that I know exists- know that it is a truth and not an exaggeration."

Like Dean thought before- he's royally screwed now.

Dean waits outside Cas' house in the car like some date being brought home for the first time. Except they kind skipped the whole cute stuff and processes and just did it while being strangers and not sober- and now they're both parents in waiting. It's a fucked up thing for Dean to just appear out of nowhere, already deflowered, and pregnant on Cas' doorstep. But hey- he can't change the past.

He can see Cas inside through the windows, holding out his arms while trying to explain the situation to his parents. Or… parent.

Oh.

Dean slides further down in the seat in embarrassment, though it didn't seem possible. He adjusts a little so he isn't crushing the baby as he awaits whatever is going to happen.

The omega wishes that maybe, somewhere along this really twisted road of fuck-ups and bad decisions, that Cas didn't at least have to disappoint his family too. Dean can tell just by his house that he's meant to go somewhere- an Ivy League college probably- and because of the pregnant omega named Dean Winchester sitting in his car's passenger seat, that is probably shot to hell now. Dean watches as Cas' father rubs his forehead, holding out one arm to accentuate his point as Cas looks down at the floor.

Crickets chirp lightly outside the car, Dean's arms coming to cross over his chest as he waits for Cas to come with the end decision. Dean's got to give him credit for having balls though. He was able to tell his dad about the pregnancy before Dean could even admit it to himself in the same day. The omega feels a little degraded towards it, but he decides he'll beat himself up over it later- especially when Cas' father seems to want to see him.

"Are you Dean?" he asks, eyes calculating.

Dean is thankful that Cas left the window rolled down and that he doesn't have to get out of the locked car, "Yes sir…"

The man nods to himself, "Can you please come inside? There are some things we need to discuss. Important things."

Dean averts his eyes to see Cas lingering in the doorway, the light pouring out from around him and illuminating his silhouette. The omega nods, swallowing as he cautiously exits the car. As he comes up to Cas' father, he can smell the alpha off of him.

Yeah- really royally fucked.

Dean can sense the man following him up to the steps of his own house, the omega feeling as though he was entering a prison rather than a household as Cas sends a quick, apologetic look towards him. Dean, however, holds his head a little higher and tries to remember that if his body is found- it'll technically count for two murders instead of one.

Get ready for double homicide charges, bitches.

Dean is currently sitting at the end of a desk- similar to the setup of an office or something, rather than a room at a home. Cas is in a chair beside him looking down, his hands folded in his lap as his father sits in front of them both with his hands steepled.

"Sir, I can explain-"

"There is no need." he looks towards Dean, voice calm, "Castiel has already explained to me what went on between you two. I believe that it was a very… non-sober situation. Am I correct?"

Dean joins in with Cas on the lap staring contest, "Yes sir… I was- uh- drunk… Cas- Castiel had his drink spiked at the party."

Cas' father nods, "Yes, and I do believe my other son has something to do with this, considering I found a few pill bottles in his room labeled 'roofies for Cassie' stuffed in his drawer… Dean- can you explain to me why we are sitting here currently, though? The real reason?"

It's in that moment, that Dean Winchester finds out what true fear is. His heart almost stops in his chest as he looks up, those eyes already watching him without so much as blinking. Dean swallows and finds his mouth dry, Cas stiffening beside him.

"It's because I'm pregnant with your son's child."

He smiles, though it's nothing close to warm and sunny, "Exactly. Now- could you please tell me everything that you have done, are doing, and will do before I end up imploding in on myself?"

"Well, I found out I was carrying Cas' kid yesterday… I took three tests because I didn't believe that I could be pregnant, but… it happened." Dean looks back down, "We ran into each other after a friend of mine told me about some party we went to, and the connection just sort of happened when Cas mentioned the same thing… I asked him if we had sex-" Cas cringes slightly- "and he said that we did, I sorta figured that he was the one."

"So you aren't even sure if my son is the father to your unborn child?"

Dean snaps his chin up, gaze becoming small as his eyes narrow in anger, "I'm pretty positive he is."

"Pretty positive- like your pregnancy tests, or my assumptions as to this being your first- do not apply to this." he comments.

"Hey-" Dean pushes his chair back up, "I don't need to be bashed by you! I'm here because your son and I fucked each other drunk and high- and I ended up pregnant! It doesn't matter if this hurts your dignity or upsets you because you have some reputation to uphold- I'm pregnant, that isn't changing, so just because you think that I'm ignorant doesn't mean that you can insult me to my face and expect it go unnoticed! So far, Cas has been way more helpful than you have been, so how about you shove your opinions up your ass and go fuck yourself on them!"

The man stands, growling, "How dare you raise your voice to me! You're nothing but-"

Dean gets so angry he hurls himself across the desk and starts ripping at the man's body in anyway he can reach. Dean can hear Cas yelling at him, his arms snaking around his waist-

Everything turns into white noise at that point.

Dean gets out of Cas' grip and away from his dick of a father, running out of the office in fear that Cas has done something to the life forming inside of him. His feet nearly trip over the cement steps as he barrels out of the house, hearing shouts behind him from both of the alphas as he just goes down the street in an attempt to get away.

To protect his baby.

"Dean- please!" Cas shouts from afar.

Dean hears him start up his car, the engine cutting on as Dean just runs. His lungs burn and his legs already ache- something in his mind screaming to just find somewhere to hide because this can kill the kid- can take away his baby- and it terrifies him.

Dean manages to cut him off as he cuts through the space between houses. His shoes pound against cut grass instead of pavement, the air still hot although the moon is now lighting the world around him. The omega falls against a white picket fence, heart pounding and lungs rushing to replace the oxygen expelled in rushed, ragged exhales.

"Dean!" Cas shouts, tires squealing as he rushes to stop the car.

Dean thinks he should start running again- that his child is in danger- but this is Cas. Cas is the father of it, he shouldn't be a threat. Dean falls harder against the fence as Cas rushes over to him, the omega vomiting up onto the grass as his stomach empties itself from the exertion.

"Dean- I'm so sorry-"

Dean shakes his head, air puffing out in short little noises, gripping tightly onto Cas as if he were the only tether in existence to hold him down. The world around him spinned and tilted in all sorts of odd angles and directions, the omega's equilibrium flying into the wind like the fireflies glowing around them. Cas picks Dean up, placing him carefully into the passenger side of the car as though he and the child were composed of fine, chipped china. As if one single move, one gentle tap or breeze, maybe even a glance on the wrong spot would cause the ceramic to shatter and break into thousands of unmendable pieces. With how fragile Dean feels against the seat, huddling in on himself to shield the baby from a world already gone bitter and sour, he believes that it's not a bad assumption.

"Dean…" Cas says cautiously, the orange lights from telephone poles drifting past and over the inside and outside of the car as he drives along, "Dean- are you okay?"

The smell of concerned pheromones hit Dean's nose and cause him to remember that he had been running earlier. From what- Dean is unsure. Whether it be from Cas' father, hands that held onto too tight- maybe even the weight of a judgement that was impending like the dawn that was eventually going to light the sky of another day going to be placed onto his shoulders. Dean doesn't know. He can just say that the blank moments of his life, the ones where the seconds don't seem to exist and just for that moment, that small length of time, nothing seems to matter- he thinks about it. This. The small human being that is getting created within him, woven together from the fabric of Cas' and his own existences. His mind knows that currently, there's is not a single heartbeat, there's is not a single person when he is counted.

Dean rests a hand gingerly over his stomach, a small noise escaping his throat unbidden into the tense air filling the cab of the car. The omega looks down in shame, knowing that just like in the neighborhood- he cannot run for much longer.

"Dean? …"

Tears slide down his cheeks, Cas rushing to pull the car over as more and more droplets pile up on Dean's skin and slide down. Dean's arm comes rest over the rest of him like a protective band, reminding him that now he has to worry about keeping himself safe for not himself- but for the small child he's going to bring into the world in a few months when he's only a kid himself.

"Dean-" the car is parked Dean is guessing, because Cas' hands come over to gently lay on his skin, "please… What's wrong?"

"I just-" Dean feels his bottom lip tremble, the omega feeling so small in a universe composed of endless possibilities and combinations, "I can't do it, Cas… it's too big- all of this…"

Cas gets out of the car, Dean thinking that maybe he doesn't want to hear it- but instead, the alpha opens his door and pulls him into a bear hug. However, Cas is gentle around Dean's waist, a hand placed lightly on the band of his jeans as he pulls Dean close. The alpha rests his nose into the unkept strands of Dean's already sun bleached hair, humming into it as Dean keeps crying.

"It's okay…" he whispers into the flesh that composes the person named Dean Winchester- the person carrying his kid- "let it out."

Dean breathes out shakily against the alpha's skin, "I don't know if I can do it, Cas- it's just so much… I've only known for two days and I'm already buckling under the pressure. How am I supposed to tell Bobby when your own dad couldn't even take it?"

"He's not my father, actually. His name is Zachariah and he thinks that because my actual father is on a business trip that he has the right to call Gabriel and I his sons."

Dean looks up, "So that- that wasn't him? He still might be okay with being a grandad? …"

Cas smiles, "When he meets you- I think he'll be floored enough at being a stepfather."

"Wait- you're gonna stick it with me?" Dean narrows his puffy, red, tear-filled eyes in the middle of an empty parking lot, "Even if we never intended for any of this to happen in the first place?"

Dean finds Cas' hand joining his own over their child, "Of course. While unplanned, all of this is not a bad thing, Dean. In the brevity that I have known you, from the little that I have been able to experience, I can say I couldn't have picked a better person to make an unintended product with."

The omega lets his head fall against the crook of Castiel's neck, breathing in his scent and letting the buzz underneath his skin escape as electricity with the friction their touches cause. Cas hums, his arms encircling Dean as he presses chaste little kisses all over Dean's head. A warmth bubbles up in Dean's chest, boiling over when Cas softly purrs and kisses Dean's forehead.

"Cas…" Dean murmurs, his worries flowing away like the stardust littering the expanse of the summer night sky above, painted and speckled like a delicate picture to mirror the quickly lingering rubs of Cas' fingertips against the hem of Dean's worn tee, "Do you…"

Cas nods, then leans down slowly to take Dean's lips onto his own, soft like the flush quickly blossoming over Dean's heating skin like a budding rose. The omega makes a noise in his throat, feeling chapped lips drag against his own, tongue slipping out and running along the seam of Dean's mouth. Dean finds the side of Cas' car meet his back slowly, eyes fluttering closed as his hands move up the warmth that is Cas within those seconds. He feels the smooth expanse of skin, the drag of teeth on his lips as he opens his mouth to let Cas explore him as well. The alpha is gentle, his scent coming around Dean and cocooning him from the rough abrasion of sun-dried gum and an oncoming rainstorm. The omega slides one leg up against Cas' own, jeans dragging against the other pair as Cas takes a hand and cups Dean's face. His jaw moves, lips pushing and moving against Dean's own as his hand rests over Cas' heart- shirt pooled up around his wrist from where he's dragged it up.

It's then that Dean opens his eyes once again.

Cas pulls back, cobalt irises seemingly transforming into coal as the moon above illuminates them. Dean rushes a breath out, swollen lips parting as his hand spreads over the adamant thump located directly under his calloused fingertips. The alpha is breathing too, lungs falling in time with Dean's own as his thumb runs over Dean's cheek.

Thunder sounds in the distance, Dean looking over to see the accumulating expanse of angry clouds, lightning looking as though it were constantly lit as they rumble down the landscape.

Dean finds out quickly that whenever Cas is turned on, no matter what's going on, he's going to finish it out to the end no matter what as the door opens from behind him. Dean laughs as Cas gets him into the backseat, the rain starting up just as he closes the door behind him. He lingers over Dean, eyes raking over him as he darts his tongue out to lick his lips.

"What are you waiting for?" Dean asks, resting on his elbows and tilting his head within the limited space, "I'm already all yours."

Cas takes those words and uses them as fuel to bring himself closer to Dean. His eyes are half-lidded, fingers curious and roaming over Dean laid out below him like some expanse of map, and the only way Castiel will ever understand the calligraphy of Dean's skin is to commit to memory by his fingertips. The omega breathes out softly, the exhale reaching Cas' face and causing a few strands of raven hair to move as the alpha looks towards Dean.

"You're so beautiful…" Cas murmurs as his hand traces unintelligible pictures into the canvas of flesh named Dean Winchester, voice in awe just like it had been at the oak tree prior while learning the news about his unborn child, "I'm so lucky…"

Dean smiles warmly in the barely lit back seat of Cas' car, "I am too…"

Cas lowers himself further, taking a quick moment to gives Dean one last kiss on the lips before he moves on slightly. Dean finds his head tilting to the side, Cas' mouth pressing against the edge of his jaw with a purr rumbling in his chest. His scent is heavy, quickly heating up the limited oxygen around them as the windows steam while raindrops roll down their outer surface. Cas nips at Dean's skin, the omega's hands running down from his shoulders to come rest somewhere around his hips. The alpha growls lowly, his face nuzzling Dean's neck and turning it moist with his hot breaths condensing against his skin.

"Cas…" Dean whispers, fingers trying to find something to give back- something to return to Cas for all the love he is pouring onto Dean at the current moment, "Cas-"

"I can smell it…" he comments, the rain hitting the roof of the car in an erratic beat, like thousands upon millions of little pin pricks in your limbs when you fall asleep, filling the emptiness between the voices of the two people currently lying with one another.

Dean looks up to Cas who has now slightly lifted himself from Dean's neck, eyes looking in wonder towards the omega as Dean swallows, "You can already tell? …"

Cas nods, "Yeah- it's sweet… Your scent before, it was nice- something I enjoyed very much so- but this… This is like a specially formulated version… It's subtle, barely there, but still… it's…" he seems at a loss for words.

However, the moment is interrupted by a knock on the glass located in front of them, causing the two to jump. Dean sits up, letting Cas go outside to find some police officer raising an eyebrow at him. He just tells them to go home, Dean a little thankful he doesn't have to add getting a ticket onto his list of major stupidity before the summer even began.

However, he still has to tell Bobby… and Sammy, alongside Cas' family… and also his doctor... and everyone else...

Yeah… he's still royally fucked.