This Isn't Enough

The word 'terrible' is a massive understatement for Dean after the Castiel & Russell fiasco.

Castiel had left shortly after Russell had, and since he's been gone Dean's heat got drastically worse without his presence.

Dean is an omega at the start of his heat, and to him- his Alpha had not only just protected him from a threat but also returned his undying interest. Something he never thought he'd actually see until it finally happened.

That's right. His Alpha. Because Dean Winchester is and always will be in love with Castiel Novak. His best friend since childhood. The one with the crazed dark sex hair, the big ocean blues and the voice that never failed to leave him dripping in his own slick.

Dean had known he was in love the Alpha even before either of them had presented. When Castiel's family had moved into his neighborhood it had been discovered that their parents were college friends. They were at each other's houses all the time and before he knew it they were two peas in a pod.

In high school when Castiel presented as an Alpha at 18 smelling so deliciously like french vanilla and rainstorms Dean instantly couldn't resist the scent.

In fact he had been so infatuated with it he'd constantly steal Cas's t-shirts (which he still does with a complete lack of shame) from his house whenever they'd hang out after school and take it home to help him through his heats.

He'd specifically taken a liking to the ones he'd wear during his ruts because they were just drenched in that dark masculine alpha scent. And they always lasted the entirety of his heats.

When senior year came and Castiel informed him about college; Dean hadn't really been interested at first. But when he'd learned that Cas was getting early acceptance letters to colleges outside of their small town he'd come to the realization that if he didn't make more effort, Castiel would leave him behind. Dean simply could not have that. More than anything the thought of being separated from Castiel had nearly thrown him into a panic attack.

He immediately pulled his grades up (with Cas's help of course) and they applied to all the same colleges. When they finally got out of that small town, Dean couldn't have been more relieved. He loved his family & friends but he needed to get away.

After turning that chapter in his life he figured all that was left was to get the Alpha, whom he considered his mate, to acknowledge his interest.

Castiel is the most brilliant person Dean has ever met (excluding his little brother), only problem is- when it comes to social clues Cas is completely lost. Every time Dean tries to hint about his interest in the alpha Cas would just stare obliviously, or cock his head to the side like he does when he's not understanding something. Which is so freakin' cute!

Dean then realized he'd have to step it up if he wanted to come across more obvious. So he started dating. At first he dabbled into anything out of his own interest. Then for the attention from the Alpha he couldn't get his mind off of.

As a result he ended up developing a type. That type being guys with dark hair and blue eyes. The same colors as Castiel's. However, no matter who he tried to replace the alpha with, of course it just wouldn't work. Something was always off. His suitors personalities and his inner omega were never compatible with any of the scents-even if they rather enjoyed Dean's.

Russell Willis was the prime example of this.

It had been at the start of their third month together when Russell finally brought up the topic of wanting to share Dean's heat. Heats come every three months like clock-work after all so Dean hadn't been surprised about this discussion. He too had been thinking about it. Not with Russell though. Hell no! But with Cas. And man oh man were his fantasies explicit…

Sex hair, moonlit skin layered with sweat, abs and muscles galore, and that fucking voice! He is a mess-he knows. But who can blame him!?

It was on a Monday in the middle of their shared graphics design class. The teacher had left them to their own devices and most students were huddled together working quietly in groups.

Russell had been sitting next to Dean when he had suddenly leaned into his personal space to take a giant whiff of Dean's scent. Dean's inner omega was immediately appalled. Ew.

Reflexively Dean had surged away from the gesture, but these social cues never deterred Russell (much to Dean's disappointment). Couldn't he take a hint? Especially after the second month? Yet, the Alpha had the audacity to look at Dean with smug satisfaction.

"You're getting ripe."

Dean had forced a smile, but on the inside he had wanted to throw up.

"Am I? I guess I'm cutting it close to my heat."

He then turned back to his assignment trying to think of the best way to break it off with Russell. At the time, his heat had been approaching. He had no plans on giving it to Russell and he clearly wasn't making that clear enough!

"Well I was thinking..." Russell started, looking a little bashful as he scratched his head; clearly a nervous gesture.

Dean's heart had dropped instantly. He'd known where that was going, and the environment they had been in wasn't really ideal for breaking up with someone. Not in the middle of class, you idiot!

"I was thinking, maybe we could share this upcoming heat together," Russell had finally suggested.

Dean remembered frowning as he tried to rack through his brain for an appropriate rejection. Luckily the bell had rang signaling for the end of class. Thank God! Dean hadn't wasted a beat in packing up his things and racing out the room.

"We'll talk about it later!" Had been his response.

And 'later' had dragged into another week of dodging Russell. But Dean began to realize that the longer he had waited the more he could tell Russell had been waiting for the heat to just hit. He'd been constantly scenting the air and Dean when he thought Dean wasn't paying attention.

And what was he thinking!?

Of course Dean doesn't want to spend his heat with Russell-of all people! Russell had eventually revealed that he'd never even spent a heat with an omega before and Dean knows that as an alpha it's one of the best privileges they can ever be given. But none of it mattered because Dean has always been saving himself for his true alpha. His true mate: Castiel Novak. He'd spent years of his life fantasizing about the Alpha. Being mated to him. Even starting a family with little pups that have those same swarming blue eyes and messy dirty blond hair.

So the break up with his three month old Alpha 'boyfriend' had been a long time coming if you ask Dean.

What happened earlier tonight wasn't a surprise in the slightest. It was more of a nuisance, because Russell not only ruined his moment with his real Alpha-but by the end of it all he couldn't even logically find a reason for his alpha to actually stay.

Thus bringing him to his current predicament...

He can't sleep. That coupled with the fever he keeps waking up with every time he's tried. The biggest piece of evidence of his heat approaching is the giant wet spot of slick in the middle of his bed. His body is too hot and his limbs sluggish as he tries getting out of the bed. He drops straight to the floor with a groan as his limbs give out. Fuck!

Heats suck.

Somehow he makes his way through his student apartment to his living room for a cup of coffee. He's in dire need of a cold shower. Slick starting to leak down the length of his leg. The heat forcing him to toss aside his pajama top. He takes his time shuffling through his apartment; getting himself ready for the worst of it. He starts with gathering all the blankets and pillows in his apartment for his nest. He closes all his curtains not letting one ounce of sunlight in. It's hot enough as it is in here!

He raids his cabinets for all his snacks and places them in his bedroom on his lamp stand. He tosses back a water bottle as his throat is already starting to feel dry.

There's only one last thing to check in his routine. Dean shuffles over to his toy drawer. Every toy ranging from nipple simulators, fleshlights, butt plugs, vibrators and fake knots stock the drawer. All thanks to Cas. These were the toys he'd gotten him yesterday when he'd stopped by the apartment.

Before everything had gotten so deliciously heated.

Dean bites his lips as he allows himself to think about how hot Cas got under his touch. His low gravelly grunts and groans that slipped through those plush pink lips. How he felt so small sitting on top of Cas's muscular thighs. How Cas's giant hands cupped and digged into his narrow hips. The feel of his alpha's silky hair and the ridges of heated rippling muscles. He took great pleasure in the way Castiel's alpha scent flared out of control and noted vigilantly how the earthy rainstorm smell easily overpowers the small hints of vanilla.

But most of all Dean will never forget the feel of Cas's cock.

Deans mouth easily salivating at the reverie as more slick trickles down his thighs. It's dangerous but Dean thinks about it anyway. That massive alpha cock that he had basically rutted against for a solid thirty minutes.

SO hard and long. SO good...

He remembered how hot it was pulsating in his hands and Cas's face. God. Those eyes squeezed tight with his dark brows scrunched together. The ragged breathing as if he had all the air punched out of him and the flush that took over his moonlit skin. The way those bright ocean blues were swallowed up in darkness by his dilated pupils. How Cas frequently slung his head back, and how his hips bucked and jerked against the pumps of his smaller hand.

Even after it all ended his hand still buzzed with sensation.

That had easily been the most blissful moment of Dean's entire existence.

If only it hadn't been so short...

Dean grunts suddenly annoyed. Thinking about it is just simply not enough. The reverie does nothing to stop another wave of heat to rack through his body reminding him once more of how alone he is.

He pulls out his favorite blue knot (his favorite because it reminds him of Cas's eyes) just as another wave of heat rises causing him to momentarily hunch over as cramps run through his body. Instantly he reaches down for his erection; jerking himself off as he stuffs his hole full of the fake blue knot thinking of Castiel's eyes the entire time. The orgasm only satiating him for a few minutes before the pain comes rolling back. His hole clenching and unclenching around nothing but air.

Irritated, he puts on the closest thing he can find: a clean white t shirt. He doesn't even bother with underwear or pants. At this point he'd soak right through them in a matter of minutes. He walks through his apartment tidying up from the fight last night as another cramp and another gush of slick runs through his body. He's grumbling to himself as he picks up the broken glass first. It'll take too long to clean up the entire place and it's just another reason to add to the list on why he hates Russell.

He swipes a hand down his body which instantly makes him have to bite his lip to hold off any moans. Yes, his body's a ticking time bomb now. Hot and responsive. Just about any touch would propel him into the worst of his heat stage.

For hours Dean plummets further and further into his heat which is turning out to be the worst heat he'd ever had. By far. The heat growing steadily unbearable. He's already been through all the ice in his freezer. The cramping has gotten so bad he's past the aid of medication and his favorite blue knot (which of course he worked himself up to first) is now not satisfying him.

He needs the real thing. He needs his alpha's cock.

Dean stretches out his limbs as he begins to scratch. His body has gotten so flushed from irritation he's slowly breaking out into small blemishes-not yet rashes. Which has honestly never happened before. Dean wiggles his hips on his bed desperate to calm the fire rising in his body. His hole clenching around nothing and his dick pulsing harshly between his soft slicked up thighs. He's drenched in sweat and he's tired.

He's so breathless it takes so much energy just to breathe. He only knows one person who can help him. The one person he's been thinking about since his heat started to hit rock bottom. His Alpha.

Dean moans at the thought of Castiel. By now he's already pulled out his trump card. He tugs on a dirty white & blue high school soccer jersey from his dresser. On the front it has Lawrence High School along with the school emblem. On the back is the number eleven with the last name Novak in giant white letters. The smell of the jersey instantly makes Dean's mouth water as he presses the dirty fabric to his face.

"Alpha," Dean moans brokenly as he reaches for the big fake blue didlo again.

The smell of french vanilla and rainstorms clouding his nostrils and without another thought he gets down on his hands and knees presenting himself. He imagines his alpha standing at the end of his bed staring down at him. The thought turning him on as he gently pushes the fake knot back inside him.

"Uhh!"

This is how he's survived this heat. With Castiel's old highschool soccer jersey and imagining different scenarios with the alpha. Some fantasies are from when they were still in high school:

Them mating in the gym locker rooms after Dean's football practice and Castiel's soccer practice. Dean would be pressed up against the cold tiles of the showers as Castiel fucks him vigorously from behind with the hot water from the shower beating down on their bodies. His nipples hardening from the contrast in sensations between hot and cold. His mind slowly blacking out from the overload of pleasure...

Or the fantasy of them coming back from practice to an empty classroom. It always got started with a heavy make-out session. Dean's hands tangled into Cas's dark hair with their tongues shoved down each others throats battling for dominance. Cas groping at his ass and grinding his thick dick against Dean's thigh. They'd grab at each other like savages until Dean pushes Castiel back into the teacher's desk chair and rides his alpha dick. Tossing his head back as he satiates himself over and over again wringing orgasms from Castiel countlessly until his knot is unloaded and they become too exhausted to move.

Or the one with Cas fucking him on top the teachers desk with his legs above his head like a pretzel (thank god for omega flexibility).

Or after their Senior prom and they took that trip up to Dean's favorite look-out spot. They had been goofing around then, but oh how Dean had wanted to kiss Cas so bad that night. To tell him how he really feels about the alpha.

Thinking about it now they could have ended up mating in the backseat of Baby.

Dean whines at all the images as another ruthless orgasm racks through his small frame. He comes down from the high panting, with his throat dry from his cries, and his limbs burning with the sensation of being overused. Each orgasm making the itchiness enveloping his skin much much worse.

Cas. Mate. Home.

These were only words swirling around in his head.

He can't take this anymore! Shit, he needs help.

And before he can really think about it he's reaching for his phone; dialing Sam's number. His younger brother. He always knew what to do. The nerd.

"Hello? Dean?"

Sam's young voice picking up. He sounds far away from the phone as if he's put Dean on speaker.

"S-Sammy...you there?" Dean tries as he holds his stomach tying to soothe the wave of cramps in his stomach.

"Oh my gosh! Dean, what's wrong?" Sam's closer to the phone now with a slight hint of controlled worry in his tone.

"I can't do this Sammy. Everything hurts!" Dean whines as he desperately presses his face into the most saturated part of the jersey. Sighing at the small sense of relief.

"Are you in heat Dean?" Sam asks somewhat frantic now.

"Yes but...hurts Sammy. More than usual." Dean finally confesses looking down at the fourth pair of sheets he's ruined in only his second day of heat. Usually his heats doesn't get this bad until the last day.

"Ok Dean. Hang on. I'm getting mom and dad. We're coming to get you." Sam informs sternly on the phone.

"Hurry."

Is all Dean can says before hanging up and scrambles to get dressed.

-2 hours later-

Dean finds himself at a local clinic with his family. He's sitting in one of the chairs which has a plastic covering on it, due to his heat so the slick that's already soaked through his jeans doesn't stain. The moment they'd managed to drag Dean through the door some of the nurses gave him suppressants so he wouldn't affect any other patients and to help control himself.

Currently his mom-Mary, and Sam are crowding Dean's personal space asking him questions about his pain. Mary's subtle beta scent fills Dean with a temporary nostalgia that calms his heat only slightly. He hasn't seen his mom since he went back home for Christmas and he'd missed her a lot.

Sam on the other hand recently presented as an alpha. Dean couldn't be more proud of his little brother. He's missed him too, but seeing him again makes him feel as if he's missing out on Sammy growing up. His little brother has honestly matured so much since he's last seen him even though they talk regularly on the phone. Due to their close relation he'll always be unaffected to Dean's heat.

"Sweetheart try to hold in a little longer. John's talking to the doctors now," comes his mom's sweet voice.

She talks slowly and her tone is gentle like she's talking to a child. It suits her though. She is a teacher, afterall.

Dean glances in the direction of his father. He's standing off the side of the front desk talking to a female in a lab coat. His face has been looking grim as he continues to age. He has bags under his eyes like he hasn't been sleeping well lately.

The female doctor is tall, middle aged, with a serious face but what catches Dean's attention is her scent. It's subtle yet familiar. The woman is definitely and alpha but the female doctor is on suppressants-no doubt for her job- but something about her scent is just too familiar. Even with his heightened senses Dean can't put his finger on it...

"Dean did you really bring that?" Sam asks incredulously which snaps Dean from his thoughts.

He looks down at what Sam's pointing at. In his clenched trembling hands is Castiel's soccer jersey. The one he's orgasmed to at least four times already. A huge blush comes onto Dean's face as he instinctively hides the jersey.

Although he's never outwardly confessed to his family his feelings for Castiel-it's pretty obvious that they all know. Especially given how adamant Dean had been about Cas coming over all the time when they were younger, and he's sure Mary's caught one too many of Castiel's clothes in the laundry bin after his heats. However, like the saint she is, thank god she's never approached him about it! He'd die of embarrassment if he had to have another 'discussion' with either of his parents!

"I didn't mean to bring it!" Dean defends somewhat pathetically.

Mary giggles glancing at the name on the jersey with a knowing smile on her face. Sam bursts out laughing until he's hunched over with fake tears in his eyes. Needless to say Dean gets caught fuming.

They don't have heats. They wouldn't understand!

"Mr. Winchester. I'd like you to come with me."

The new voice calls all of their attention. The female doctor is now standing in front of Dean looking down at him from her position above him. Her voice is apathetic and her eyes gaze over him assessing his current state like only a real doctor would think to do. Now that she's closer to him Dean catches a hint of rain through the doctors suppressants. He stands up and watches as the doctors eyes linger on the jersey that's still in his hands. She doesn't say anything though. Instead she gives a small smile towards his parents and Sam.

"I'll be taking your son to the back for an exam. Please wait here until I can determine what might be going on with him."

"Thank you, Naomi."

Dean's mom calls as Dean follows the female doctor out of the waiting room.

Naomi? Where has he heard that name before? Dean thinks pensively. How does his mom know this lady?

The female leads Dean into a white sterile room and walks over to a wooden cabinet. Dean steps forward and the door clicks shut behind him.

"You may sit, Dean."

The doctor says glancing down at her clipboard. Dean takes a seat on the examination bed, but doesn't lean back. He winces at the raw pressure against his sensitive bottom.

"Can you tell me some symptoms you're experiencing that are...unusual compared to your normal heats."

The female alpha now asks grabbing a stool and sitting a comfortable distance from Dean. Even though Dean knows the alpha is a doctor and that she's here to help him he cant help but be embarrassed. He's in the thorns of heat and sitting here talking about it to someone else when all he wants to do is make it stop or not acknowledge it at all. Heats always remind him how vulnerable he is and he hates it.

"Well...The cramps are a lot worse, and I'm producing more slick then I normally do…" He starts, clearing his throat and not making eye contact.

He's glad he's in heat already because he knows he's blushing. Something about this lady is very intimidating. Like she knows something he doesn't.

"Ok Dean. Good. Is there anything else you can think of?" Her tone neutral yet somehow encouraging.

Dean takes a moment to think before the doctor-Naomi- scoots her stool closer until she's directly in front of him.

"What about these?" She asks slowly, gesturing to the blemishes on Dean's arm.

"Oh yeah," Dean remembers holding up both arms for show. "These are new."

Naomi nods her head jotting something down on the notebook before stepping back.

"I'm going to guess that they're all over your body-correct?" She says thoughtfully tapping a pin against her chin.

"Yeah." Dean confirms frowning at her easy assessment.

"May I see them?" She asks gesturing towards Dean's torso.

Dean only takes a moment to think about it. He's already starting to burn up anyway. It's only a matter of time before he bursts through the thin layer of suppressants they'd given him. He sets down Castiel's jersey and takes his own shirt off. Naomi's intense gaze shifts from the jersey in Dean's hand to Dean's body. His inner omega is chiding him for being half naked in front of another alpha.

"...This explains a lot," Dr. Naomi mutters under her breath before letting out a extremely heavy sigh placing both her hands on her hips.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks completely lost.

Dr. Naomi gives a small tug of her lower lips before sitting back on the stool, crossing her legs and placing her chin in the palm of her hand. The intense look is just as familiar as the rain smell coming off her.

"Dean, have you forgotten who I am?"

"I know you?"

Dean asks incredulously, placing back on his shirt because those bright eyes were starting to make him uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid it has been awhile. I haven't seen you in person since you started high school," The female alpha starts. "But anyway Dean, my name is Dr. Naomi Novak. I'm Castiel's mother."

Dean's heart stops in his chest as his breath catches in his throat. Oh shit! How could he have been so stupid? He can see it now! The resemblance is as clear as day! The same traces of scent and the intensity of her gaze. The same facial structure and the weird familiar aura he gets when he talks to her. It also explains why his parents talked to her as if they knew her already.

He hadn't remembered her at first because Castiel always came to his house to hang out. Cas had always said his mom was never home due to her career. His father, Chuck, was pretty absent too so his older brothers and Dean's family mostly took care of Cas.

Dean's speechlessness makes Naomi laugh lightly before nodding towards Castiel's jersey.

"He's been looking for that, you know."

"He has?" Dean says nervously-completely embarrassed now as he looks at anything in the room but Castiel's mother.

"Don't be embarrassed Dean," She says now with a small grin taking over her knowing features. "I have one more question for you before I tell you what I think is going on."

"Ok, shoot." Dean says now clenching the jersey relentlessly. For whatever reason his nerves have picked up a bit.

"Have you and my son come into contact lately on campus?"

"Well yeah, we're friends." Dean answers easily, thinking about the night before last when they'd gone out for pizza with Castiel's older brother Gabriel.

He also ignores how hard it is to push out the word 'friends'.

"Allow me to rephrase…" Dr. Novak says tossing her hair out of her face. "Have you both scented each other recently."

Images of last night flood back to him. When he was in Castiel's lap. Of him running his hands through Castiel's dark hair; tugging on the scalp because he liked the way Castiel moaned. Of them kissing for the first time. Of him rolling his hips against Castiel until he produced that huge boner that he's been masturbating to ever since he rubbed against it. Felt it pulsing in his hands. Almost made the alpha cum. Of them moaning and sucking in each others scents as they touched and groped each other. All of this happening just last night...

The images instantly cause Dean to blush. His mouth hangs open to reply but nothing comes out but a suspiciously long 'uhh' sound. He instantly shifts uncomfortably because how the hell do you tell someone's mom the things he just thought about and actually did with her son! Especially when he thinks of doing those things to Cas on a daily basis. His 'friend'.

"By that response-or lack of it- I'm going to go with 'yes'," Dr. Novak says with a small smile playing on her lips.

Dean doesn't confirm or deny. Instead he dutifully looks away wondering how long the suppressants are going to last. The ones they'd given him when he'd first come to the clinic. At least his scent isn't giving him away. That's much harder to control.

"Alright Dean," Dr. Novak says pulling out a needle from the cabinet in the room.

"I'm going to give you another dose of suppressants. This one should last as long as it takes you to get back to campus," She informs putting on latex gloves before readying the needle.

She then takes Dean's chin in her hands to capture Dean's attention. Dean gulps as he stares into the intense gaze she's pulled him into.

"When you get to campus I need you to find my son. He should be experiencing the same thing as you right about now..." She informs glancing down at the needle now before placing it in position against Dean's arm.

"You two have scent imprinted on each other, Dean. That's what these blemishes are," Dr. Novak says rubbing her hand against one on Dean's arm. "Right now, you two are the only ones who can help each other. When you are both done mating I'll do another exam on you both."

"M-Mating?"

Dr. Novak's eyebrows lift slightly as an amused smile appears on her face.

"Are you telling me you don't want to mate with my son? Scent imprinting only happens between two highly compatible and somewhat willing individuals," She starts. "Mating will eventually become inevitable."

She cleans up the blood from Dean's arm before going back to the cabinet. Still talking. Dean's mind is swirling. Half of him is happy to hear the news (especially his inner omega) while the other half is apprehensive. How will Cas take the news? Does he even want to be mated?

"Besides, the way you two are together...even at a young age...I was sure it would have happened already." She finishes amusement evident in her light tone.

"What did you mean when you said he's experiencing the same thing?"

Dean asks not completely ignoring what the doctor had just said. This type of information is doing dangerous things to his heartbeat right now. This is just too much to take in at once.

Dr. Novak walks over with a pill in the top of a medication bottle. She hands the pill to Dean with a small plastic cup full of water.

"Scent imprinting is a mutual phase. Therefore when it happens the other individual is dragged into the same circumstances," She informs watching as Dean takes the pill and sips the water back like he's drinking a shot.

"When you went into heat and at whatever point you came into contact with my son and scented each other- it triggered his rut and your own heat spiked rapidly."

Dean's heart is fluttering at the news. Slowly he can feel his heat returning to his body, along with the slick that had previously stopped-coming back. The thought of his alpha just as helpless to his own biology is more than a turn on. And all because of him Castiel is in rut. Dean bites his bottom lip to repress a whimper as the images from the previous night returns to his mind. Fuck. Just thinking of Cas's aroused scent has Dean hot and bothered!

Get yourself together before you break through the suppressants!

He chances a glance at Dr. Novak who's the perfect image of stoicism as she continues explaining in that monotone voice doctors use.

"The itchiness appeared because for whatever reason, you both haven't been in constant physical contact with each other since the scent imprinting took place," She finishes before scenting the air.

Fucking Russell. Getting in the damn way without even having to be here!

Dean frowns at the display before glancing at the medication. He briefly wonders what the pill is she'd given him if suppressants had came through a needle shot. Can she smell his arousal seeping through even while on suppressants?

"Looks like you're bursting through the suppressants I just gave you. You might not last making it back to campus. You should get a head start now while you're still ahead. You're heat will only come back worse if you don't find my son soon."

Dean doesn't need to be told twice! He'd already tied doing this without the alpha in the first place! He gathers his things together before rushing out the room to his family who's now standing up to greet them.

"So what's the verdict doc?" John asks; glancing at Dean who's now wrapped up in Mary's arms.

"Yeah. Is Dean gonna be okay?" Sam asks poking at Dean.

"Stop that!" Dean says swatting Sam's smaller hands off him.

"He'll be just fine. It seems he's scent imprinted with Castiel," She says slipping her hands into the lab coat in an almost nonchalant manner.

John sputters and Mary's eyes widen before turning to look at a blushing Dean.

"Oh my...Dean is this true?" Mary asks.

Dean doesn't answer. Instead he groans and hides behind his hands.

"Oh my gosh you guys! Just come on! Let's go already!" Dean says desperately trying to get away from this embarrassment.

"I don't get it! What's going on with Dean? What's scent imprinting?"

Sam asks looking up at everyone desperately trying to figure out what the adults know. Mary is giggling now and John has a small blush on his face as he hastily tries to get everyone out of the clinic.

"Oh Dean wait," Dr. Novak calls handing Dean Castiel's jersey. "You forgot something."

Dean blushes and Sam cracks up once again. Completely forgetting about scent imprinting for the moment.

"Shut up Sammy!"

Dr. Novak smiles before handing Dean the pills she'd made sure he'd taken earlier in the doctor's room.

"What are these?" Dean asks as his family takes off towards their car.

"It's birth control. Goodbye Dean," Dr. Novak says with a small smile and a playful glint in her eyes. "I shall see you very soon."

Dean walks away huffing. He's also as red as a freshly picked tomato. He hears his family call him from the car.

"Let's get you back to campus, son." John mutters underneath his breath before taking off.

-1 hour later-

The moment Dean gets to campus he goes straight to his apartment and pulls out his phone to dial Cas's number.

"D-Dean?"

Dean's mouth runs dry as he hears the raspy voice on the other end of the line. Castiel usually has a gravelly voice but this one sounds overused.

"Cas? Are you okay?"

Dean asks wondering how far along in rut Castiel has gotten. According to his mother he should be experiencing effects of the scent imprinting too.

"No…" Cas says a little more strongly this time.

"Where are you?"

Dean demands going to his room to pack his things. He takes out a suitcase and a backpack. His skin has already started to heat back up like a fever and the slick has been leaking the whole trip back to campus. The suppressants are barely holding it together. He just hopes he can at least make it safely to Castiel's apartment before their ineffective. The itching is starting back up again and he's developing a hard on just listening to Castiel's ragged voice on the freakin' phone!

"My apartment," Cas grumbles somewhat miserably.

"I'll be there in ten minutes," Dean says holding the phone with his shoulder as he throws in his toiletries and the birth control he'd gotten from Dr. Novak into his bag.

"What!" Castiel panics bringing the phone closer to his own ear. "Dean, you can't come over here!" The alpha says somewhat sternly.

Dean's inner omega instantly cries out against the sting of the rejection.

"Why the hell not?" Dean demands zipping up the suitcase he'd put together.

"Aren't you still in heat?" Castiel's voice is tentative and slightly hesitant.

Dean wants to roll his eyes.

This is a waste of time. He needs to do this! He'd thought Castiel coming over last night had been his chance, but for some unknown reason he's been given another. This is his second chance to finally get together with Cas. To finally take that risk he's be dreaming of for as long as he can remember with the alpha he's been madly in love with since forever.

The whole fucking universe has just basically told them they belong together with this scent imprinting shit. Hell, even Castiel's own mother basically told Dean to mate her son. How much more of blessing do they need before they finally just be together!?

"Yea, and that's why I have to come over Cas."

"Dean, I don't understand. You can't-" Castiel starts before getting cut off.

"I'm coming!"

Dean growls and hangs up before the alpha can object.

He grabs the keys for Baby and practically sprints down the hall bumping straight into Jo. Another childhood friend. Her scent has that natural omega sweetness with her own hints of lavender and cotton candy.

"Ow Dean. That hurt like hell," Jo chastises. Dean rubs his arm where he bumped into his friend before turning back around.

"Sorry Jo, but I have to go," Dean says impatiently.

"Are you going to Cas's?" Jo asks with a small grin on her face.

"Yea. How'd you know?"

Dean asks watching as Jo helps him pick up his dropped luggage. She then turns to power walk with him towards the student parking lot.

"Because he basically collapsed in our micro-econ class earlier today. Gab and I dropped him off at their apartment. Gab has been looking after him ever since. He says he started his rut," Jo said shrugging as they slam Baby's trunk shut.

Dean slides into the driver's seat and glances at Jo who leans down to meet him at the window.

"Just take care of each other okay," Jo says putting a golden lock behind her ear. Dean grins and nods once. "Also...It's about fucking time, Winchester!"

Dean rolls his eyes. Does everyone fucking know about his obsession with the alpha-except the alpha!?

"Better hurry up. Your scent is leaking through." Jo says smiling before patting the side of Baby signaling for take off.

Dean pulls away from the parking lot waving at Jo until she's out of sight.

The only thing on his mind is his alpha…

What a day this is turning out to be.