A/N: Dean's heat. And no worries to all - I promise I have a plan for Balthazar. Thanks to everyone who's still reading ... *hugs*

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction using characters from the Supernatural universe. I do not claim any ownership. This work is solely for entertainment purposes and is not considered film or tv canon (not by a long shot).


Alpha ... Alpha ... Alpha ...

Dean's pupils are blown so wide Castiel can barely make out any of the beautiful hazel. He's tracking Castiel's every move like he's trying to memorize it. Dean's clean, rain-filled scent is all Castiel can smell. It's so strong – Castiel feels like it's physically blanketing his skin. He kisses Dean and holds him with just his mouth while he fights off his own clothes. Dean is making beautiful whimpering noises. Castiel releases him long enough to strip off Dean's shorts and push him back onto the bed before following and pinning his Mate to the mattress with their bodies pressed completely together.

Dean's thought process is narrowed to instinct and desire. Heat. It permeates every cell in his body. He wants Castiel. He needs Castiel. He's never been in natural heat with Castiel apart from their first Mating. Part of Dean's mind knows it's impossible. He's been through every test and had every exam known to man and every one said he would never go into Heat again. The rational part of his mind fall blissfully silent when Castiel's tongue effectively shifts Dean's focus back to the heat that is radiating from his entire body.

"Cas ... oh god, please ..."

Castiel growls and Dean gasps at the sound. It seems to reverberate through him and he responds with a low whimper. Dean has been conditioned, drugged, trained and physically forced in his lifetime to service Alphas – none of those methods hold a candle to what Dean feels now. This Heat is natural and between Mates – it's not even the driving need of a first Mating ... this ... this feeling is everything. He belongs here ... he belongs with this man and whatever he is at any other point in time, right now he's utterly and totally Castiel's. Submission doesn't carry the same fear it normally would – here he's safe and loved and wanted. Dean relinquishes control and slides into what his pleasure drunk mind can only assume is heaven.

Castiel can feel the instant Dean fully submits ... it's a subtle shift as muscles relax and breathing deepens. Dean's eyes are like black pools Castiel wants to fall into and never surface. He presses his lips to Dean's and feels the willingness in the response. His Dean is defiant and strong – he's his own man and he takes and gives control as he chooses. Castiel realizes that Dean completely trusts him with this moment in their lives ... there isn't any resistance like their first Mating or fight for dominance like sometimes occurs in their normal love-making. Dean is his ... the gaze that regards him now his free of fear and anxiety. Castiel feels an intense surge of protectiveness and tenderness. It washes over him and something else becomes very clear to him – he belongs to Dean. His Omega holds him captive as surely as if their roles were reversed. It's overwhelming. Castiel kisses Dean again and their bodies slot together perfectly. Castiel pulls away just enough to whisper, "I love you, Dean," against fever-hot lips. A faint smile ghosts those lips before they are kissing him again.

Dean widens his legs and grips Castiel's shoulders as he presses against him. "... yes ... Cas ... please ..."

Castiel pushes into the Omega but only the head ... he moves slightly, relishing the whimpering pleas his Mate utters. Dean's abandoned cries are the sweetest of songs to Castiel. He watches his Mate's head turn helplessly back and forth on the pillow, his body straining to reach more of Castiel.

"Cas ... want it ... please please ..." Dean begs softly.

Castiel moves up Dean's body in one smooth movement – he slides deep within his Mate and groans when muscles tighten around him. "... so hot ... Dean ... so good ... "

Dean wraps his legs around Castiel and pulls his Mate to him. He feels complete and full. Every movement of Castiel within him sends shockwaves through his body. It's never been this good and their sex life has always been rather awe-inspiring for Dean. Dean can feel his climax building but even better, he can feel Castiel's knot beginning. His Omega instincts drive him from that moment to the point of orgasm. He has to knot ... he has to ... he raises his hips to match Castiel's thrusts and flexes muscles within himself to push Castiel to the edge. Dean arches off the bed to meet Castiel's final thrust as his knot engorges completely and ties them together. Dean comes at the same time. He grips Castiel's back, holding them as close together as he possibly can while breathing, " ... loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou ..."

They ease back to the bed to wait out Castiel's knot, kissing lazily. Dean's legs fall to either side of his Mate's hips and he moves slightly, milking the sensation of his Mate within him. Castiel groans and nips at Dean's chin. Dean sighs and then chuckles softly.

"Warning ... chick-flick moment ... " Dean whispers. He kisses Castiel deeply and then pushes him back to meet his expectant gaze. "I love you, Castiel Novak. God help me, I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone."

Castiel kisses the mark on Dean's shoulder in response and enjoys the moan that pulls from Dean. It's all the response either of them need.


Dean is still asleep even after the knot fades. Castiel disengages and eases out of bed. Dean's sleep is so deep he only burrows against the pillows a bit more before relaxing again. Castiel cleans up and then brings a warm cloth back to clean up Dean as well. He smiles when the elder Winchester grumbles faintly before rolling back over to sleep. He sits beside his Mate and Dean snuggles against his hip. His breathing his deep and even and Castiel knows he'll sleep for while yet until the next wave.

Picking up his mobile he texts Balthazar.

C: still alive

B: good ... want breakfast?

Breakfast? Castiel glances at the time display on his phone and raises his eyebrows.

C: more like brunch

B: leaving tray in 5

C: thank you ... do u know how?

B: does it matter?

Looking down at his sleeping Mate, Castiel decides it most definitely does not matter.


Castiel glances down when he feels a slight shift against his hip. A green eye looks up at him and he smiles.

"Balthazar brought coffee and food," Castiel says.

Dean pushes himself up on his arms and proceeds to stretch like a cat. Castiel sets his own coffee down on the nightstand and rolls Dean over and kisses him abruptly. Dean huffs a laugh beneath him. "Dude ... can I eat?"

"Don't do things like that if you don't want to suffer the consequences," Castiel says sternly but his eyes are sparking with humor.

Dean kisses Castiel and is let up. He walks over to the sideboard where he looks over the spread with no little glee. He hadn't eaten much yesterday and he's ravenous now. Croissant sandwiches with ham and cheese sit next to a platter of sliced oranges and grape clusters while orange juice sits in a portable chiller. He comes back to bed with a full plate and Castiel watches him eat with a smile. Dean rolls his eyes.

"Cas, you're staring ... it's creepy."

Castiel lowers his eyes but when he raises them again, Dean is the one staring, food forgotten. Castiel leans over and kisses his Mate again. Dean is panting when they pull apart. He's forgotten about the cycles heat produces – they aren't predictable and his hunger is probably the farthest thing from his mind as Castiel pushes him back against the bed. They both wince when the plate crashes to the floor, but responsibility fades in light of the new wave of need.

Dean is flipped over with scary ease – Castiel's Alpha position is asserting itself. He doesn't fight as his hips are drawn back and his Mate presses a very awake cock against him. Dean is wet and open from their previous joining and he whines in a way he knows will drive Castiel over the edge. He is rewarded by feeling Castiel push hilt-deep into him in one thrust.

Castiel pins Dean with a hand against his nape and feels the Omega go limp beneath him. He leans close to Dean's ear, "Is this what you want, Dean?"

Dean whimpers. Castiel lets up his hand. "... please Cas ... yes yes yes ..."

Castiel's thrusts are harder and faster this time. He licks over the scar on Dean's shoulder and his Mate comes with a hoarse shout. Castiel's knot engorges not long after and he releases into Dean with a faint gasp. They lay on their sides, spooned against each other, moving periodically and thrilling in the groans or gasps it pulls out of one or the other. Dean dozes lightly and eventually drifts off with a murmured, "love you"

Castiel repeats his earlier actions as he cleans them both up. He picks up the shattered remains of the plate and cleans up the spilled fruit. The orange juice is still cold and he drinks a large glass of it with one of the croissant sandwiches. He eats two of the grape clusters and eventually sits the tray outside the door. He texts Balthazar.

C: sandwiches were good

B: did Dean eat?

C: a bit ... he was distracted

B: indeed. Dinner?

C: please


Dean wakes up under the thick comforter again. He's in a warm cocoon and he doesn't want to move. He smells something delicious though and it makes him raise his head slowly. Castiel is sitting – dressed, damn him – at a table with a large pizza box and – angels in heaven – beer.

"Hungry, Dean?"

Dean pushes himself upright and chuckles to find himself wearing pajama bottoms and a t shirt. He moves over to the table, stretching out sore muscles. Taking a large piece of pizza, Dean folds it and smiles. "Have I told you lately I love you?"

"Not in the last hour and a half," Castiel replies with a smile.

Dean makes it through two large slices and a beer before his next wave strikes. They do not make it to the bed. Castiel doesn't make it out of the chair he's in – neither of them care.


Dean lies back on the bed and stares at the ceiling. Castiel lays next to him, head pillowed on his hip. Dean idly runs his fingers through his Mate's hair. It's been four days. Four exquisitely blissful days of making love to his Mate while in the throes of his heat. Dean is still surprised. He had no idea it could be like this – he had no idea he could feel this. He's tired and sore but he's content – a new experience for Dean Winchester.

He eases out from under Castiel's head and his Mate grumbles for a moment before slipping back to sleep. Dean gets up in stages – sitting on the edge of the bed, standing slowly, stretching aching muscles. He opens the closet that is bigger than most motel rooms Dean's stayed in and gets his robe. He brushes his teeth, washes his face and after checking on Castiel one last time decides to just take a shower. The hot water relaxes him and afterward he feels better. He pulls on clean clothes and pulls the comforter over his Mate before escaping the room. Dean walks the halls of the house in bare feet – he still hates shoes. In the kitchen he finds a box of one of Gabriel's sugar-laden cereals and he pours himself a bowl, relishing the sweet hit. He looks up when Balthazar comes in. He grabs a spoon and pulls out a carton of ice cream. It's a quiet moment between the two Omegas and neither of them says anything. Eventually Balthazar puts the ice cream away and puts the spoon in the sink. He pauses and presses a kiss to Dean's hair before leaving the room. Dean wipes at his eyes after the Novak leaves – he wants there to be good reason for the hope blossoming in his chest.


One morning after Dean has already gotten ready and headed down for breakfast, Castiel stumbles into the bathroom and goes through his own routine half-asleep. He's more awake after his shower and he opens the cabinet to get his toothbrush. Everything has been cleared off one of the shelves and in its place lies a pregnancy test. Castiel barely registers the plus sign before he's running out of the bathroom. He's pulling on his jeans and trying to find a shirt when the door to their room opens and Dean enters with a breakfast tray. Dean gives Castiel his adorable crooked grin when he realizes Castiel has seen the test. He puts the tray down and meets Castiel halfway for a kiss that neither of them want to end.