Sam finally makes it back to their hotel room really late at night, finding his pregnant omega already fast asleep and curled up on their bed. He takes off his shoes and crawls into bed beside his brother, wrapping his arms around him, pulling him close.
He hears Dean mutter something in his sleep and turns to press his face against his brother's chest.
"You're late..." Dean says tiredly, "Did you get my message?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, we'll stop by maybe tomorrow." Sam yawns, trying to get comfortable and letting a hand rest on top of his brother's belly.
"You have some food over on the table and a coke, not hungry?" Dean mutters, clearly sleepy from just being woken up.
"Too tired, those kids were more trouble then they looked."
"Everything is dealt with though, right?" For a moment Sam didn't say anything, then huffs and pulls back to look Dean in the eyes.
"Yeah, the kids were dealt with."
"But?" Dean raises a brow, he didn't like the tone in his voice. Sam lets out another huff and runs in fingers through his hair, a stressful habit.
"There's something else, I noticed it in the paper this morning. There's been...omegas going missing."
"Omegas?" Dean raises a brow, he sits up. "And what makes you think this is our thing?"
"Dean, all these omegas that have been abducted were pregnant." Dean tenses as the words left his mouth, "All taken from their own homes, no force of entry or evidence of a struggle. Just gone."
What would kidnap pregnant omegas and why? Shapeshifter? No. They would wait until the baby was born, they wouldn't take the mother with them.
"What do you think we're dealing with here?"
"We're not dealing with anything, you're staying put." Sam kisses his forehead before the fiery omega had the chance to snap. "This is to dangerous for you and the baby."
"Did the whole 'being abducted from their homes' slipped you mind? I'd be more safer going with you." Dean shoves at his brother's shoulder. "You're suppose to be the scholar boy, use your head!"
"Damn it, Dean! We're not fighting about this again, I don't want you to be in danger."
"You'd be putting me in danger leaving me here alone!"
"That's why I wanted to leave you with Bobby!"
If looks could kill then Sam would be one dead moose right now, Dean shoved him again.
"You're not doing this to me, I'm a full grown man!" Dean growls, his voice laced with venom. "Damn it, Sam!"
"I'm just thinking about you and the baby." Sam slowly wraps his arm around his brother's tense shoulders, hoping his brother won't snap at him for doing so. "Hunting is dangerous and you're in no condition to be hunting."
Dean looks down at his belly and runs his hand over it, Sam was right but he didn't want to be just left behind again and feel useless.
"But you can't just leave me here along now, this thing goes after these omegas when they're alone." Dean sighs, leans against the headboard.
"We...can call a babysitter?" Dean shoots him a death glare.
"I will end you if you even try it."
"Alright, alright! No babysitter." Sam raises his hands in defeat, trying to hide his smile. Teasing the older omega was so easy now with his pregnancy hormones.
They both sat there for a complete of moments, thinking before Sam cleared his throat.
"Ok, how about you stay with those two old couple you met? Say that you're due to go into labor at any time and I'm on my way back?" Sam offers, "I mean, we're going over there anyway."
"You really not going to let me go with you, aren't you?" When the Alpha shakes his head, Dean lets out a huff of frustration and runs his fingers through his hair. "You're an ass."
"This ass is doing what's best for you and the baby." Sam leans over and kisses his brother's temple, "I want you both to stay safe, ok?"
"Alright."
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh! Hello there, Dear!" The elder omega smiles, seeing Dean on her front porch. "We weren't expecting you to be here so soon...um, where's your mate? I thought you said he'd be here with you?"
"He's a little late getting back and...well..." Dean feels his cheek flush, rubbing his belly nervously. "I think I might be...going in labor soon...I've been feeling contractions and I just don't want to be-"
"Alone?" She finishes for him, then a warm smile breaks across her face and she opens the door for him. "Come right on in, sweetheart! No, no, you shouldn't be alone. We have plenty of room for you until your Alpha gets here." She closes the door for him and calls out for her husband who seemed to be in the kitchen. "Brian, We have a guest."
"And who would that be?" He ask, the smell of food hits Dean's senses. It smells good.
"That Omega from the store, the one we met the other day. The pregnant one." She looks at him, offering to take his coat. "We've never properly introduced ourselves, have we? My name is Margret and my husband, Brian."
"Dean." Dean says, giving her his coat. "Um...I'm really sorry to intrude."
Margret waves his apology off.
"You have no need to feel sorry, does your Alpha know that your here?"
"Um, yeah. I called him, offered to stay with someone until he got back."
"You can stay as long as you need, Hun. We have a extra room for when our children come to visit, it's all yours." She leads him to the kitchen where he sees her husband cooking at the stove. "We'll be having another plate at the table."
"I've heard," Brian says, looking over his shoulder to see them sitting at the table. "So uh, Dean was it? How do you feel about spaghetti?"
"I haven't ate it forever," Dean replies, he couldn't even remember the last time he ate pasta. "I would love some."
"So how long has it been since you last felt contractions?" Margret asks, picking up a mug of coffee she must have been drinking before she answered the door.
"Contractions?" Brian asks, looking back at Dean again. "Do we need to rush you to the hospital, boy?"
"No, no. I haven't felt them for about an hour, it's just...Sam, he's...kinda overly protective."
"And wanted you to be with someone just in case." Brian hums, "I was just like that when we had our first child."
"Wouldn't leave me alone, always had to know where I was, watching over me like some mother hen." Margret laughs, "but by the third child, he wasn't as suffocating."
Dean smiles, nodding his head. He could only imagine what it was like for them, raising their children, sending them off to school. Having a normal life. It must have been nice.
"Where are your kids now?"
"Raising families of their own, we see them around holidays mostly now." Margret answers.
"They don't come over just to visit?" Dean asks, raising a brow.
"Well, they have work and their kids have school. They too busy to come to visit." He watches her frown, "What about yourself? Do you go visit you family often? I bet they're excited about the baby."
Dean take a deep breath, looks down at the table before just nodding his head and clearing his throat.
"Y-yeah, they're thrilled." He manages to get out, "We'll be dropping by to see them after the baby is born and maybe be getting a place of our own near by, so we could see them whenever."
"That sounds nice, the baby would be raised around their grandparents." Margret adds in, "Though they might spoil it." Dean laughs, he could see Bobby doing just that.
"Yeah, I bet but that's not exactly a bad thing." The idea of Bobby and their child spending time together, having a normal life made him smile warmly. He looks down at his belly and rubs it affectionately, he wanted that more then anything. "The old man would love it."
Dean couldn't help but think of Bobby holding their son or daughter, feeding them and playing with them. He couldn't wait to have that, to have normal birthdays, holidays like everyone else does. Basically to be a family. He snaps out of his thoughts and looks back to Margret, she was going on was going on about wanting to spend more time with her grand children.
"I'll be too old before long to be able to do anything with them," She complains, rolling her eyes. "And when they are here, the children are more interested in their phones then even talking to me."
"That really unfortunate to hear," Dean lets out a sigh and let's his shoulders slump, feeling sympathy for her.
"Here, enough of that." Her husband says, setting plates in front of both and Dean. "Foods ready."
It smelt delicious.
"Smells great, thanks." He tells him, the Alpha only nods and sits down with them. "And thanks again for letting me stay here."
"We really don't mind, we don't get too many guests." Brian says, watching as the omega as he ate. "It's nice to have someone drop in once and a while."
Dean hums heavenly was he ate, it's been forever since he last ate a home-cooked meal.
"This tastes really great, man." He comments, twirling his fork for another bite.
"That's good to hear, I added some some spices to give it some flavor."
The rest of diner went in small talk, about things that came to mind about babies, baby names and after diner Dean helped Margret with the dishes. She insisted that she didn't need his help but he wanted to, he didn't mind and it was nice thing to do after all. Once the dishes were done and set to the side, they went into the living room where Brian was and watched tv for a little bit before they decided to go to bed.
Dean got ready in the guest bedroom, changing into a pair of pajamas Margret has lent to him and settles in. He wonders what his brother was doing right now and how long it would be before he got back. Would he be here in the morning? Maybe he'll come and get him before then? He starts to grows drowsy and let's his eyes close, turning his head on the pillow. It smells nothing like those motel pillows, it smells nice. Flowery. He falls asleep not too soon after.