Ch. 2
It's been 3 days. Cas's heat is due within the next 24 hours, and he's nervous as hell. Showered? Yes. Apartment clean? Yes. Fridge stocked with every yummy goodie under the sun, including pie as requested by Dean? Yes, and in 4 flavors no less.
The apartment was open and airy, with creamy walls, tall windows, and a loft bedroom (though it had a door, which Cas always thought odd). the main living space had a chocolatey brown couch facing a modest television, and a kitchen of tan countertops and blue tile. Light throw blankets littered the couch in heavenly blues and grassy greens.
Dean was due within the next hour. Cas found himself pacing, checking his watch every few minutes. He stared at the door with the face of a desperate man, his fingers trembling, straightening his button-up, adjusting his jeans that he rarely wore, being far more accustomed to his more formal attire for work as a formal secretary.
He heard the footsteps outside his door right before Dean knocked. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Cas opened the door to a faceful of flowers that tickled his nose and Dean, whose face was red.
Cas immediately broke into a huge smile, and motioned for Dean to come inside, "Hello, Dean."
"Hey Cas," was the slightly gruff though pleased return.
The beautiful flowers had just enough scent to blanket the room in a sweet note akin to the scent of joy. Dean stood inside the doorway as Cas put the bouquet into a vase. Cas is actually surprised to find a vase, but chalks that up to a sibling thinking ahead. Probably Gabriel…
Cas shook his head to clear it, then took another look at Dean, "Make yourself at home. Sit, relax." Cas himself felt anything but relaxed, his body shaking because right in front of him was a willing Alpha, young, strong, and exactly the qualities Cas internally exemplified as a perfect mate.
Dean didn't sit. He walked up to where Castiel stood, and touched his hand, before carefully using one hand to caress the omega's face, as the other hand brought their two bodies closer together.
The omega immediately stiffened, causing the alpha to croon, "Easy, pup. I got you. Just relax with me. We have time, I promise."
Cas laughed at himself as Dean carefully stroked some locks away from his eyes, "I've never- well, being this close is certainly… different."
Mr. Scruffy Alpha chuckled, a comforting sound, " I can understand. Come, let's move to the couch for now."
He guided the now obviously shaking omega to sit down on the couch, and wrapped him in one of the blankets. He sat down very close, his fingers tracing Castiel's knuckles, his other hand stroking through the dark chocolate to black locks of Cas's hair.
Cas let out a barely audible moan as Dean's fingers stroked his ear softly, causing Dean to respond with a groan of his own. The two started undressing each other with trembling fingers, words replaced easily with the instinctual growls and murmurs of baser needs.
Cas's anatomy had the advantage of natural lubrication, so Dean easily slipped one finger, then two, into Cas's hole, before removing them completely, throwing his omega over his shoulder, and transporting him to the bedroom upstairs. Cas started giggling, and the door slowly swung closed behind them.
Afterward, once they'd separated for the last time, Dean didn't leave right away. Cas curled up on his chest, dozing. The morning light was soft, and it was the sweetest silence ever experienced by the two men.
