**Author's Note: _
I finally updated!
Sorry for the wait- I had EOC's and my brain was practically fried on this.
I apologize. Ah well, though. I updated, so I guess that's all that matters.
We have the baby shower in this, and a little time progression- because seriously- I'm not one for writing REALLY lengthy fics about mpreg, so, I'm not rushing it- but I'm not drawing it out, either.
Enjoy!~
"Surprise!"
Dean nearly faints at the doorway as the lights fly on- Bobby, Ellen, and Sammy popping out of nowhere and screaming.
"You fuckers!" he laughs, holding his slightly- rounded stomach out of instinct.
Cas comes into the room behind Dean, grinning, "I think he meant to say that he's glad to be here."
Dean rolls his eyes at the alpha, "Sure I did."
Sammy just strolls up, handing Dean a gift- "I didn't know what gender the baby was going to be, so… I rolled with it."
Dean looks down to find an awesome Star Wars and Metallica shirts in several different styles and sizes, and his mouth drops open, "Shit- Sammy, this is awesome!"
"Not as good as what we got!" Ellen coos, and Dean and Cas now getting bombarded with bag after bag of things- "We did a little snooping, and thankfully there was a baby store that was going out of business off of the highway. Bobby and I practically took anything they had left."
"I guess Cas and I are going to need it all eventually…" the omega feels a little overwhelmed by the amount of baggage they've given him.
"Damn right you do." Ellen cups Dean's jaw with a gentle hand, giving her all-knowing smirk, "You're gonna be fine, honey."
Dean nods, biting his bottom lip and murmuring, "I hope I will be…"
Sammy gives the omega a lopsided grin, "Dean, when have you ever been bad at taking care of me?"
Dean shakes his head, "I nearly fed you worms once-"
"You what?!"
"I wouldn't label myself the best example of parenting." Dean finishes.
They all just gawk at Dean for a moment before the omega just ends up laughing.
"You guys are so naive."
They all give him looks, and Sammy even goes as far as fake punching him in the arm. Dean calls him an asshat, but then ruffles his long hair with a chuckle before going off to get a piece of cake. He doesn't know what it is with this child- but- fuck it makes him hungry. His plate is full with snacks and food when Cas walks over, raising a brow at the heaping pile that's threatening to bend or break the plastic plate.
"I think there is even a limit on portions for pregnant omegas…" Cas looks at Dean, his eyebrow still raised in a judgmental way.
"Hey- when you're carryin' a kid, I'd like to see you try and not eat. Besides, I throw up if I don't, and I'm tired of that shit already…" Dean pokes his fork around the cake, suddenly self-conscious about his selections and their amounts.
Cas chuckles, shaking his head, "I know, Dean, which is why I'm not stopping you. I'm only suggesting that eating slow and not too much would help, because then you'll end up making yourself sick anyways. Your attempts would be futile then, wouldn't they?"
"I just-" Dean sighs, sitting down slowly, carefully- his belly already starting to strain his shirt and his position at an angle to cope with it- "I don't know what it is… I never even ate this much before… Can pregnancies cause food addictions?"
The alpha shakes his head, "No, Dean. Your body craves more food than normal because you're basically nursing a fetus right now. You're forming a new being-"
"You could have stopped with fetus… but I get it…" Dean cringes involuntarily.
Cas smiles, something brilliant and lovely in all sorts of ways, and Dean can't help but return the favor, "Then you shouldn't be upset about it anymore. Your body's going to change, no doubt about it, and that is just how it is. It's perfectly normal to gain a few pounds during pregnancy."
Dean shrugs, patting his stomach that's beginning to look like a gut already- shit, he's only four months, Jesus- "I know, I'm not sayin' I don't, just… Fuck, Cas. Don't you think this is a little irregular? Most omegas- males, even- don't even begin showing until the fifth or sixth month. I'm barely at the four mark and already you can see it… I have a beer gut…"
"First off, you do not drink beer and you are pregnant, therefore your label is invalid." Cas comes over to Dean's lap, crouching down and cupping his face gently, "Secondly, every pregnancy is different. You can't look at all of the 'expectations' listed in some book or pamphlet at the doctors office because not all of them are identical. As long as the doctors say you and the baby are healthy, then I have no issues with any of this."
"But I'm becoming a blimp…" Dean murmurs, his eyes already wet with unformed- but getting to the opposite quickly- tears, "How can you love a damn blimp, Cas? …"
"Fairly easily, if it is Dean Winchester."
Dean smiles, shaking his head, "You ass- you're supposed to disagree with me."
"I thought if I said you weren't that you would get mad anyway. It's quite a paradox."
"You and your English terms…" Dean mutters, giving Cas' head a quick peck, "I don't know why I decided to love a fucking textbook…"
Cas smiles, "So a blimp and a textbook fell in love. Huh-"
Dean gives him a playful hit on the arm, "You can stop right there, bubba. Pregnant or not, I am still dangerous."
"I'm shaking in my slippers."
"Oh my god-" Dean looks down and sees Cas' generic blue night footwear, "you actually wore those to this? I thought we agreed on something else comfortable…"
Cas gives him his judgmental eyebrow again and lifts Dean's foot, the Vader slippers evident as they come into view, "You're a hypocrite."
Dean rolls his eyes, "I'm pregnant. My feet get sore sometimes…"
"And I'm the only one who can carry things over twenty-five pounds." Cas stands up, slightly towering over Dean since he's sitting down almost horizontally in the chair, splayed out like he's on a bed instead, "So I get to wear them for comfort as well."
"You guys are like- already married." Sammy walks in, a weird look of entertained disgust on his face, "Mazel Tov."
Dean grimaces, "Sammy, no."
The soon-to-be-alpha just rolls his eyes playfully and exits with some fruit punch, and Dean sighs.
"Something wrong, Dean?" Cas asks, looking slightly concerned, "You're not in pain or anything-"
"No, Cas. I'm peachy…" Dean shifts on the chair, "I'm just nervous about telling them, is all."
Cas gives a soft, warm grin, and if Dean could, he'd wrap himself up in it- "It's rational to be nervous, I suppose. We are taking a big step forward with our lives together.
Dean bites his lip, worrying at the flesh for a moment, "Yeah, but- don't you think we're jumpin' into this a little early? Like- don't most people wait a little bit or somethin'?"
"We're not most people, and even then, I don't think they do." Cas sits down in a chair opposite of the omega, "Besides, we're not doing anything too bad. We're just-"
"Don't say it out loud-" Dean blurts, feeling his cheeks flush in fear, "they'll hear us and then what? You wanna deal with that kind of thing? The- 'I had to overhear you guys to know' bullshit?"
Cas tilts his head, "I suppose I don't…" he murmurs.
Before Dean can say anything else, Cas reaches over and steals part of his sandwich away, "You bastard! Never steal a man's food- especially if he's pregnant!"
"Remember our deal, Dean? I get half, you get half." he takes a bite of the food, chewing- his cheeks pop out and Dean can't help but smirk at how ridiculous he looks, "S'only fur."
"Fair my ass!" Dean bats his hand away from the plate of food as it tries to sneak more away, "Food was not part of that promise, and you know it!"
"Married…" Bobby murmurs as he enters, stealing a cupcake off of Dean's plate.
"Hey!"
Bobby starts walking away, Cas chuckling, "I raised you- I can take your cupcake if I want."
"The table of food is out there!" Dean whines, feeling like he's about to have a temper tantrum like a three-year-old, "Why did you have to take mine!?"
"Yours was the only vanilla." Bobby answers simply, taking a bite as he begins to exit through the doorway, "I don't like chocolate all that much…"
Dean pouts in his seat, "You are all terrible people…"
Cas just laughs at him as Bobby gives Dean a thumbs up.
…
It's a little later on in the baby shower when Dean decides that it's time.
They've all eaten, gifts had been exchanged, Dean kissed Cas a couple of times- yeah, it was about time for Dean to tell his family what was happening.
"Hey, guys?" Dean stands as Bobby and Ellen rest on the couch, his glance finding that Sammy was sprawled out on the floor eating some cake, "Cas and I have an announcement…"
Sammy looks shocked, "Oh my God- you're pregnant-"
"No, you asshat." Dean gives him a look while Bobby and Ellen chuckle, "It's something you all don't know yet."
Cas stands up to be beside Dean, his presence reassuring the omega, Dean's family watches them like hawks- "Dean and I are leaving."
"Leaving!? What do you mean-"
"This better not be a joke-"
"I just got you as part of my family-"
Dean holds up a hand, silencing everyone as he takes a deep breath, "Look, Cas and I decided that since we got a little one on the way, that it would be best to buy ourselves a place before it came out screamin' and wakin' everyone up at night… I'm just going to come out straight and tell you guys- I'm moving in with Cas into our new place… this week."
Sammy furrows his brow in slight irritation, "That would've been nice to know sooner…"
"I'm sorry." Dean apologizes, biting his lip, "I- I was nervous about tellin' you guys because I didn't know how you'd all take it…"
Suddenly, all the hostility in the room is gone- and Dean figures that his pheromones are probably not helping with hostile emotions. With considering how nervous and scared he is, it's not that hard of an assumption. Without thinking, his hand drops to his stomach, already finding Cas' palm present on top of the fabric covered flesh.
"Cas and I are makin' a lot of tough decisions at the moment, so I'm sorry if somethin' goes wrong or we mess up along the way… We're new to this, and we're human- we're gonna make mistakes…"
"We didn't say that you weren't." Bobby says quietly, "We would just like to have known beforehand, is all…"
Ellen looks a little sad, "How far away are you gonna be?"
"We're gonna be down the Turnpike in Kansas City."
"Oh…" she says relatively calmly, "That's not as bad as I thought it was going to be…"
Dean smirks, "We did think about moving to Antarctica."
Ellen glares at him.
"Actually, it was Illinois."
Dean shakes his head, "Nope… the final frontier… We were gonna raise little Destiel here on wild berries and deer meat. Can't you imagine? Bear fur onesies?"
He just gets weird looks, and suddenly, he doesn't feel so bad anymore- so Dean just laughs.
"Like I said- naive."
…
Dean packs up Cas' car with a few of his things, getting some of the light bags in the trunk as Bobby and Ellen watch from a distance. Sammy is in the window of his room, watching on with a solemn curiosity.
"You know, I thought it'd be easier…" Dean murmurs, finding Cas still somewhere around him, "I thought it would be so simple to just pack up this trunk and leave…"
"Separating yourself from people you have grown up with and lived with for so long should have an impact, it's normal, Dean. It's also normal for someone to go out on their own sometime in their life."
Dean shakes his head, "Yeah, but… this is different…"
"How so?" Cas is serious- like he rarely isn't- "A baby bird has to learn how to fly before it can leave its nest. How is it not similar?"
"Because I'm not a damn bird, Cas…" Dean hisses lowly, finding his sadness sweep over him and his good vibe, "I'm leavin' the only family I've ever had… They're the only people who've ever cared…"
Cas comes up behind him, gently turning Dean so they can face one another, "That's not true… I care- your friends care… There is more to life than your blood, Dean. Leaving is something you eventually have to do." Cas sets his palm down on Dean's abdomen, caressing the slight bump, "Besides, we have our own baby bird on its way… and it needs its own nest…"
Dean bites his lip, a few tears sliding down his cheeks, "C-Can I say goodbye? …"
"Of course… I'll be here when you need me."
Dean gives Cas a chaste peck on the lips, whispering in his ear that he'll be back in a moment, and slowly paces his way up the gravel driveway. Cicadas hum, and rocks crunch underneath his shoes. He knows that the trio is watching him closely, wondering why he's coming back. As the omega reaches the porch, Sammy appears through the door with his face drawn in an expression of confusion.
"I…" Dean doesn't look up from the ground to meet their eyes, "I wanted to say goodbye…"
One tear manages to hit the porch, and after that, arms wrap around Dean tightly.
The omega doesn't have to hear it, but he knows that they all wanted the same thing.
…
"We're just about an hour away, Dean." Cas says calmly, turning off of the Kansas Turnpike, "They won't be too far away…"
"I know, but-" Dean shakes his head, staring down at his baby gut and rubbing it to ease some of his worry away, "it doesn't make me feel any better…"
Cas gives the omega a warm smile, and Dean feels a little better, "Look on the bright side, Dean- we won't have any interruptions or intruders." the alpha wiggles his eyebrows.
"Kinky bastard."
Cas shrugs like the title or label is nothing, "Give me the opportunity, and of course I will be."
Dean just rolls his eyes, trying to focus on preparing himself for the move.
"You know…" Cas murmurs, a mischievous smile appearing on his face, "I heard that pregnancy gives an omega a strong libido-"
"You are a kinky bastard!" Dean gapes at the alpha.
Cas only chuckles, returning his focus on driving them to their new home.
…
It was a couple of hours worth of work- well, for Dean at least.
Cas refused to let him carry things in, so Dean decided he'd start unboxing. Turns out, he and Cas don't own all that much, so soon Dean is left sitting on their new couch (delivered early because Cas can be an impatient bastard if he wants to be) doing nothing. The omega relaxes as Cas moves some of the bigger, heavier things around, one of his hands resting on top of his baby bump as he starts to drift off into sleep. For a few minutes, Dean just leaves his eyelids closed in exhaustion.
"Dean, wake up…" Cas murmurs, brushing his cheek, and Dean's eyes flutter open to come face to face with electric blue, "If you want to sleep, I suggest using the bed."
Dean rolls his eyes as best as he can manage for nearly passing out a few seconds ago, and lazily pulls Cas in for a kiss, "I wanna watch you work…" the omega mumbled groggily.
Cas raises his brow, judging Dean again- dammit- "Is this your kink?"
"I dunno…" slowly, Cas begins to straddle Dean, inch by inch, "Never got the chance or time to figure 'em out…"
"So you never… found out what you liked?" the alpha whispers, pupils widening with interest, darkening his gaze.
Dean shakes his head, still tired as a buzz begins to form underneath his skin, "No… I haven't… Why?"
Cas gets this smirk on him- much like the one he uses when he has quite an adult idea- "Maybe I can help you… figure them out?"
"Suppose…" Dean murmurs, "But remember- no full on sex, okay? … I wanna… I wanna wait till after they're born…" Dean sets a hand on his bump, rubbing it slightly, "Just in case- so we don't hurt them…"
"Want nothing bad to happen to Destiel, do we?" Cas chuckles.
"Of course not!" Dean flushes red, cheeks burning, "I just- I don't wanna explain to the doc that I have concerns because we did somethin' to 'em 'cause we banged each other too hard."
Cas rolls his eyes, his fingers beginning to roam around Dean's body, "Won't that be an awkward checkup."
Dean sighs in exasperation, "You're tellin' me… If our kid is going to hate us- I don't want it to be because we disfigured him because of your penis or knot."
"Thank you for the image, Dean…" Cas gives him a look of disapproval.
"Exactly- it's bad enough with just sayin' it."
Cas rolls his eyes, "Dean, we can still have sex that way- if you want to- without hurting our child."
The omega wiggles slightly underneath Cas, his shirt riding up a few centimeters from the action, and Cas' gaze engulfs the newly exposed skin as though God had blessed it- "I know, but… I want it to be special… Just- just you and me, okay? No baby- no family… Just us…"
"Like how we started this? …" Cas murmurs, his hand already teasing Dean's hip at the hem of his jeans, "Just us? …"
"Mhmm." Dean softly replies, and Cas looks up with some twinkle in his eye that'll put a star to shame.
Just like that, Cas is kissing him.
It's slow, sweet, and with Dean still being exhausted, he's practically limp and pliable underneath Cas' mouth. The alpha softly growls, cupping Dean's hip for a moment to assert himself as dominant- and Dean moans beneath him as heat spreads up his skin- from his waist outwards- similar to a rock hitting water with ripples as the aftershocks.
"You're mine, Dean Winchester…" Cas quietly hisses, but there is an edge to his voice- something restrained- "You'll always be mine…"
Dean notices the affection seeping into Cas' voice, something he's realized happens when Dean is not in heat and things are getting sexual. Instead of heavy words with nothing but erotic meaning, Cas gives him sweet promises and confessions by puffs in his ear.
"I know…" Dean whispers back, and he finds the one hand that Cas is using- the other bracing himself on the couch- comes to slightly drag Dean's jeans down his skin.
The air in their new home is slightly cool against Dean's exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise and prickle his flesh, Cas dragging a thumb gently down the ridges and bumps to soothe them away. The alpha kisses Dean gently again, lips tenderly pressing against Dean's. The omega, however, doesn't have much time to enjoy the simple sensation before Cas removes his mouth.
"I'm just going to use my fingers…" he murmurs, pulling down Dean's boxers, "Is that okay?"
Dean only manages a weak nod, and his exhaustion is still apparent- but it hinders nothing.
Dean throws his head back against the cushion slowly as Cas inserts a single digit below, earning a low moan from the omega as his body reacts. The alpha slightly growls at the smell of arousal Dean is producing, and he begins to slowly work down below. Dean opens his mouth to pant weakly, working himself up and down on Cas' finger as best as he can without passing out, and the whole time Cas peppers his legs with kisses.
Cas deems Dean ready, adding a second finger to join with the first, and Dean's pace immediately picks up.
"A-Are you gonna do anything for yourself? …" Dean murmurs, eyes drifting closed, "I don't… I don't…"
"Maybe we should finish this later…" Cas chuckles, removing his fingers and earning a whine from Dean, "You're passing out. Sleep first- sex later."
However, as Dean gets lifted up into Cas' strong arms, he can't find a reason to argue.
…
Sunlight drifts opaquely through the windows as Dean shifts on the mattress.
Cas is asleep, his arm around Dean's waist, resting over his belly. Dean purrs in content, snuggling up to Cas under the covers to keep this moment in his memory.
Honestly, Dean hasn't felt this good in years.
"Good to know you're awake…" Cas grumbles, his voice rough with sleep, and Dean stops purring out of surprise.
"Sorry, Cas- I'm not squishing you or anything, am I?"
"No…" the alpha murmurs, burying his face in Dean's neck, "I'm just sore and tired."
Dean's eyelids are heavy as he blinks, "Yeah- me too…"
Cas kisses the omega's skin lightly, "Let's sleep in then…"
Dean, of course, is out in seconds flat.
…
It's been a week since Cas and Dean first moved in.
Things are beginning to look like they are meant to belong there, furniture is being delivered and installed, and Dean finds some sort of domestic bliss among it. However, his mornings are slightly sour as he finds less of his clothes fitting him. It's ridiculous, honestly, the amount his bump has grown in the past few days.
"Do you think I'm getting too big too fast?" Dean asks Cas one morning, looking in the body-length mirror, "Surely omegas at this point in the term don't look like damn whales…"
Cas rolls his eyes lightly, "Dean, there is nothing wrong with your body changing, I told you this… I think you're completely fine- unless you want a doctor to check and make sure everything is okay."
Dean nods, "Yeah, that's what we should do…" Dean rubs a hand over his protruding abdomen, "Been a while since I've seen you on screen, buddy… I wonder how much you've changed since then…"
"Are you talking to Destiel?" Cas leans in through the doorway, watching the omega look down and smile towards his stomach.
"Yeah- guess I am. Problem?"
Cas smiles, "Nope… it's absolutely adorable."
"Shut up."
Dean throws a pillow at Cas as he laughs.
…
It's another week later, and Dean is at home by himself, cooking dinner as Cas gets groceries at the store.
The alpha insisted that Dean have ample snackage and food just in case, and honestly, Dean thinks it's taking its toll. Most of Dean's jeans don't fit anymore, and his shirts are a little tight and short around the waist. The omega is worried that there is more fat in his abdomen now than baby, but whenever he begins to feel the definite roundness, it does not feel squishy, but more so taught. It's strange to Dean, because he's never heard of tight belly flab before… He'll get answers soon enough, however, because his appointment with the doctor- his five month check up- is in the morning.
Cas assures him that nothing is wrong, that everything about Destiel- that's their nickname for the baby now- is okay. Dean doesn't know, because even Cas is at odds ends about the fact Dean looks another month pregnant. There's no explanation or lie Dean can really give himself that is satisfying at the moment, and he sprinkles pepper over the chicken in frustration.
The door opens, and Cas comes in holding several bags, "Oh, you're already fixing food."
"Yeah, I got a little tired of drive thru… Our wallets and waists can thank us later…"
"Dean, I told you, we won't know for sure until the morning about-"
Dean holds onto the edge of the stove, his back aching, "Yeah, I know, Cas… we'll get answers then, and I need to be patient… But dammit- you even have to admit this is a lil' weird…"
Cas shrugs, beginning to take care of putting away the groceries, "It's a little abnormal from what I was expecting, yes- but then again, I have never witnessed a pregnancy firsthand before."
"You make it sound like murder…" Dean mumbles, flipping the chicken in the pan over.
"I don't understand."
Dean gives a tired smile, shaking his head, "Look- just don't worry about it, Cas. I've come to understand that most of my pop culture references don't click with you…"
Cas hands Dean an oat bar, and even with the conversation earlier about their concern over Dean's ever growing baby bump, the omega grabs onto it greedily as his stomach growls, "It's because I have not been… exposed- like you have, I suppose."
"Well, I'm making movie night a thing then… When do you want to start?"
"Would tonight be sufficient?" Cas comes up behind Dean, placing his hands on Dean's hips that are covered in old, gray sweats, "I believe that I packed your DVD case…"
Dean smiles, letting Cas kiss his neck softly, "Star Wars first… I want you to understand the shirts we have for Destiel."
The alpha chuckles, stepping away so Dean can cook, "I'll get it ready for you."
"Okay- food's almost done, anyways…" Dean takes a nibble out of his oat bar.
About thirty minutes later, the movie is playing and their food is consumed. Dean lays with his back against Cas' chest as the alpha rubs his shoulders, a blanket laying over their legs and feet to keep them warm. The omega can't help but let out a small purr as Cas rubs his aching muscles.
"I don't what it is, but I'm sore as fuck…" Dean arches his shoulders into Cas' palms, "They never told you about this kinda shit in Sex Ed."
"Maybe it's something they wanted you to find out for yourself." Cas offers.
Dean shakes his head, "Nah- they're sick bastards. Seriously… who determines a person's future with candy?"
Cas' chest rumbles with a laugh behind Dean, the sound reaching Dean's ears as hot puffs of air, "You're still upset about the Hershey thing, aren't you?"
"Well…" Dean grumbles, "Next time a little piece of chocolate decides that you die of AIDS, I won't give you any sympathy."
"Dean, I don't think that will happen-"
Dean turns, pressing a finger onto Cas' mouth, silencing him- "Shush, Cas. You'll never know… There may be one lurking around… with its suspicious foil and venomous plan…"
Cas raises an eyebrow, Dean's finger still pressed to his lips.
"You're judging me."
Cas shakes his head.
"Now you're lying to me."
Cas shakes his head again.
Dean groans, letting his finger leave Cas' mouth with defeat, "Fine- speak, you goofball."
"I believe your fear of a Hershey kiss is completely irrational."
Dean glares, "Just you wait- they'll get you, I swear."
Cas just rolls his eyes, kissing Dean on the lips.
They have a few good minutes of kissing, their movements growing heated. Teeth clack and fingers roam, and Dean's kind of wishing that there wasn't his belly to worry about- that he didn't have to put an ache in his neck so he could kiss Cas. However, it seems like their plans have to stop anyways, because as soon as Cas' hand goes past the hem of the omega's jeans- his stomach growls.
Dean just gives a sheepish smile while blushing furiously, heading off to the kitchen as fast as he can to get a late night snack.
…
"Well, Mr. Winchester, it's about time to get you under the scanner again."
Dean fidgets on the chair, his nervousness building, "Do you know why I'm so big, doc? It's six months, not seven- so why do I look that way?"
The doctor gives a reassuring smile, "I have my suspicions, but until then, I need to scan around to see if there's any developments you and your mate need to be aware of."
Cas grips Dean's hand tighter as the doctor turns the machine on, its whir something constant in the room. The small screen turns on, a grainy, white video feed coming through. A weird rhythmic noise pours through, and Dean's heart flutters in his chest. The sound in the room slightly stutters, and Dean thinks he's so nervous that his heartbeat can be heard on the ultrasound.
"Hm, Mr. Winchester, can you answer a few questions?"
"Yes." Dean feels even more anxiety build up in his chest.
The doctor moves the object on Dean's stomach around, searching for something only he would know about, "Were you in heat when you are your mate had intercourse?"
Dean flushes, Cas grips his hand tighter, "Uh, y-yes… I was…"
"Did you stop taking your suppressants and birth control around that time- almost like going cold turkey?"
"I had short term memory loss, so… it was forgotten about. So, I guess I did."
The doctor nods, concluding his assumption, "Mr. Winchester, do you remember what you were told when you first got onto suppressants and birth control?"
Dean shakes his head, "No, it was years ago, and my memory… Well- it isn't the best…"
"Well, one major problem with omegas taking suppressants and birth control is that, when the medications are stopped, the body is fairly eager to get its natural processes back online. Sometimes, when an omega goes into heat just after they have stopped their medications, the heat releases more than usual because of being repressed for so long. Chances for multiple children increase dramatically, and fertility skyrockets since the body does not know when the medication will be given again. Consider it as a… fail safe, if you will. It's ensuring that its natural function can occur before it cannot again."
Dean swallows nervously, fingers twirling over each other in a dance of anxiety, "What does that mean? …"
"It means that my assumption was right, Mr. Winchester." the doctor gives them a bright smile, "You're having twins."
