Dean's heat and Cas' rut both last about another week. After that, they agree to take a long, hot shower in Cas' incredible bathroom. They wash each other slowly, content to do nothing but touch, but of them too fucked out to do anything else.
After that, they treat their mating bites with disinfectant and bandages. Neither of them really like covering them up, but an infection would be worse, so they both deal with it.
(Not all alphas let their omegas mark them, but in this, as in everything, Cas is above the rest, and wears his mark with pride.)
They sleep and eat and hold one another for two days after that, before heat and rut leave are both up, and they go back into the world.
Dean never goes back to that third floor apartment. Instead, they move the rest of the stuff he wants to keep into Cas' house and sell the rest. Dean never had any real attachment to the apartment, and in the last few weeks, Cas' house has become home.
As a coming-home gift, Cas has a garage built for Baby. As a concession, Dean buys a seat cover for the back, so Claire can join them on long car rides on the weekends.
Dean goes back to work, but stays in the office. The whole station is still pretty twitchy about his lungs, as is Cas, so Dean sits at a desk with a minimum of grumbling. He often brings the dog to work with him. She curls around his feet and snoozes while he files paperwork and fights with the budget.
Cas continues to be an accountant, and continues to take whatever his clients can pay for recompense. It continues to bring many a strange object into their home (one ancient relic, several casseroles, and the offer of one cat that Cas has to refuse because Dean is allergic).
The morning that Dean wakes up to Cas frantically nosing his neck, hands moving restlessly over his hips and belly, murmuring, "Dean, Dean, Dean," he grins and cuddles back into his alpha.
Dean's known for two days that he's pregnant. He's been keeping the morning sickness a secret from Cas, just waiting for his mate to smell it on him.
Cas calls into work, then makes love to him gently, face to face so he can press loving kisses all over Dean's neck and chin, his cheeks and nose. Dean comes almost softly, but no less powerfully than he has every time. Cas comes with tears in his eyes.
"Dean," he whispers, his voice still awed and reverent.
Dean smiles and brings Cas close to press a reassuring kiss to his lush lips. "Come here, alpha."
They are both unlayered now, laid bare before one another. There are no more secrets, no more unknowns. Dean doesn't know if this is happily ever after, but it's damn close if it's not.
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