…

The next morning Dean woke to find Sam sitting his desk surrounded by herbs and spices from Scotty's pantry along with some items that were in John's effects.

Curious, Dean rolled out of bed and padded over to see what his brother was up to. Sam had his tongue stuck out to the side and seemed to be in deep concentration. There was a journal opened up next to him with drawings and notes scribbled around the edges of the paper. It was Sam's very first official journal he had started with one of the leather bound blank books Scotty had given him at Christmas.

"Whatcha doin' Sammy?"

Sam dropped cinnamon bark in a large mortar. "I'm making a charm to hang over the marriage bed at the cabin. It'll protect you, Cas and the baby."

Sam was dressed in one of Dean's old tees and a pair of flannel sleep pants covered in little snowboarding penguins, something he wouldn't have been able to wear in his old life. Sam previously had only worn Dean's hand-me-downs and John never would have allowed something so whimsical and childish on his sons.

It warmed Dean's heart to no end to see Sam this relaxed. The penguin pants had been another gift from Scotty to Sam at Christmas and already they were too short by several inches. His little brother was growing by leaps and bounds.

Dean bent to sniff the back of Sam's neck. Dean enjoyed the comforting and unique scent of what could best be described as fresh moss and extra sugary gummy candies. Dean was missing Sam already but of course he wouldn't admit it both to protect himself and his brother.

Dean's sniffing barely registered; Sam was focused on the task at hand. Dean took a more forward approach and punched his brother on the shoulder.

"You jerk! What did you do that for?"

Dean was pouting, "My stomach feels weird. I think it's from all the food and wedding cake I ate last night."

Sam tore his attention away from the burdock root he was chopping, "Maybe you have to poop. I'll make you some catnip tea. It helps with the nausea and it's safe for pregnant people."

Dean answered softly, "Thanks Sammy."

…..

Castiel caught Dean just as he was heading to the bathroom. The Alpha placed his hands on his bride's hips and held on, "Now I've got you."

Dean let out a spontaneously giggle as his cheeks flushed with excitement, "You already had me."

Cas refused to play fair. He tongued the tip of Dean's bright pink ear and rumbled, "Do you have a moment for me Kitten?" Castiel could turn his Omega into a stammering, boneless mess just with the sound of his voice.

"Y-yeah."

Cas easily lifted Dean up and pinned him against the wall forcing the teen to wrap his legs around his Alpha's slim waist.

The young husband had pitched an obscene tent in his boxers that just wouldn't go down. Rubbing just right he managed to wiggle his dick out the fly without letting go of Dean. It was now the start of day three without actual intercourse and he was barely hanging on.

Cas placed hungry kisses on the malleable Omega's slack mouth and soon tongues were twining. The not very sexy sounds of slurping filled the hall. Castiel broke the kiss, "Your body is so very responsive to mine," he pressed his lips against the shell of his horny Omega's ear, "what a good little pussy cat you are."

Scotty breezed by with a plant mister in hand squirting them as he passed. "Knock it off, breakfast is ready."

Castiel snarled at Scotty. The Alpha was losing patience and the cock block sent him over the edge.

Scotty turned sharply, the marabou fringe on his ice blue negligee fluttered about his lean, muscular frame. The walking, talking paradox pulled back his long flaxen hair and secured it with a scrunchie readying for battle verbal or otherwise.

Normally it would have been hard to take a guy wearing a fancy nightie seriously but this was Scotty and he was no average Omega. "I had one nerve left and you just chewed right through it." He kicked off his kitten heel slippers and took a stance.

Dean whispered, "Cas, apologize. The last time I saw him like this he beat the shit out of that guy at the DMV. Besides its shitty to snarl at a pregnant guy."

Castiel snapped himself out of his feverish state and set Dean on his feet. The English teacher went from mating display to charming, "Apologies to my handsome goddess." He took Scotty by the hand and tenderly kissed his palm.

Scotty went from angry to weepy in seconds. He draped his arms around Castiel and crushed the man to his bosom. "I'm sorry Cas. I feel so tired and I'm all bloated."

Castiel couldn't help himself; he rubbed his cheek against the nearest breast. The Omega's normally firm pectorals now had a nice new layer of fat and expanding milk sacs. Of course the father-to-be told himself it was all in the name of research, "An Alpha could suckle for hours on the nourishing milk an Omega provides…and a baby of course. Sooo soft…plump nipples…mmm Dean…"

Scotty grabbed Cas' messy dark hair and yanked his head back, "Are you about done?" Luckily for Cas the Omega had a smile on his face.

Completely embarrassed he had just got caught nuzzling his step-mom's boob while lost in a breast feeding fantasy Castiel stammered something about being precocious as his excuse.

"Sorry honey, only Sam gets to use the precocious line. When you turn into an adorable pre-teen with mommy issues get back to me."

Dean had shut himself up in the bathroom, "Is everything ok out there?"

Cas rolled his eyes even though Dean couldn't see, "It's good to know you have my back sweetheart."

"Babe, would you slide a copy of Popular Mechanics under the door?"

Sam emerged from his bedroom holding up a linen bag with a strange symbol drawn on the front in red, permanent marker, "Dean I got your charm bag ready!"

Spencer, wearing an apron that said "F**k the cook" complete with asterisks, bellowed from the end of the hall, "Come on, these pancakes won't eat themselves!"

Just an average morning in paradise.

…..

Dean was on his second stack of pancakes, "These are amazing!" He stabbed a strawberry sitting in a puddle of syrup and popping it in his mouth.

Spencer's claim to cooking fame was pancakes and BBQ. Watching his Dean-in-law and by virtue his grandchild enjoy the food made the elder Novak happy.

Sam finished his last bite of pancake then fished the linen drawstring bag out of his shirt pocket and set it next to Dean's plate. Dean took a moment from his busy eating schedule to examine the bag then said only half jokingly, "You aren't getting all witchy on me are you Sam?"

"No Dean, it's just for protection. I found the recipe in one of dad's journals and made my own tweaks to it."

The mention of John caused Dean to feel unsettled. Appetite now gone, he pushed his plate aside; "I suppose when I get back we should go through everything he had stuffed in the car and trunk."

Sam nodded, "It would be good to inventory everything carefully. I packed most of it up without looking at the contents."

Cas glanced at his watch, "Dean we have to get going, I want to reach the cabin before dark. I need to get the electricity; heat and water going then head out for supplies."

Spencer put his son's mind at ease "It's all taken care of. I paid your friend Benny to drive up there this morning and get the place stocked and ready."

Castiel was relieved; if Benny was handling the details then everything would be in tiptop shape when they arrived at the honeymoon cabin.

….

Benny finished securing the top of the pole to the heavy beam above. He figured if Castiel didn't appreciate the wedding gift he could always remove it. No harm, no foul.

He got down off the ladder then stepped back to admire his work. Javier had come along and between them the cabin was stocked, dusted, and everything working so when the newlyweds showed up the only thing they had to do was screw like bunnies.

The shop teacher had brought his tools and done some small repairs he felt might be beyond what Castiel was able to accomplish. Benny looked around the open, rustic cabin bedroom and thought how cozy and romantic it felt. He hoped to someday buy a little place like this for his own family to spend the summers.

Javi's high soft voice called out from the kitchen, "My honey bear, I'm done putting away groceries and arranging the flowers."

Benny let out a teasing bear growl and heard his wife giggle.

"I'm hungry for some honey."

More giggling came from the kitchen.

The Alpha got a whole lot of dirty thoughts standing there next to the big old iron bed, "No I can't do that…not here. It would be wrong…then again there are three extra set of sheets." He palmed his dick through worn denim and gave Big Ben a squeeze, "I could change the sheets after and air out the bedroom. Who would know?"

As if he read Benny's mind, Javier appeared completely nude in all his pregnant, tan and tiny glory. He had stuck little daisies randomly throughout his glorious thicket of pubic hair.

After they married Benny forbade his wife from shaving or waxing his crotch. He loved every single curl and all the lovely pheromones that became trapped within them. He couldn't wait to bury his face right into the little garden.

Benny was a goner. He ripped off his shirt, kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans. The big Alpha flopped back on the bed and patted his shoulders, "Come here my itty bitty Princess, the King wants to give you a moustache ride."

His wife stopped to admire the pole then padded over to Benny, "Later will your butterfly pollinate my daisy?"

"Darlin' I will pollinate every hole in your body. You do know you're going to walk funny for a week."

Swinging a buttery tan leg over Benny's face the Omega settled in for a through tongue lashing, "Oh I know Benny, but walking is overrated. I'll just make you carry me."

"Ok, deal."

"Benny?"

"Honey it's not polite to talk with my mouth full. What is it?"

"Is it weird I find it exciting we are about to mate on Castiel and Dean's bed?"

"No baby, it would be weird if you didn't. Besides, I'm going to change the sheets."

…

Sam finally released his brother from the hug, "I'll miss you Dean."

"It's only a week Sammy, I'll be back. I always come back don't I?"

"Yeah, still I worry about you more since you're pregnant."

Castiel leaned forward from the passenger seat, "Don't worry Sam, I'll take good care of them."

Dean added, "Try to have some fun while I'm gone. Have friends over and play video games, eat too much junk food and watch terrible movies when you're supposed to be sleeping, have Alfie give you a mamba lesson. If you really need someone to worry about go take care of Scotty. Isn't Bobby supposed to hang out with you before he takes off?"

Sam brightened up at the mention of Bobby, "Yeah I have a ton of questions for him. Plus he brought some stuff for us and I can't wait to see what it is."

Dean reached up and tweaked his brother's nose, "Well there you go, a week so busy you won't have time to miss us."

With a renewed sense of purpose Sam closed the car door and headed back to the house to make plans.

Dean started up the Impala and pressed the gas pedal a few times, "Just listen to her Cas," he lovingly stroked the dashboard with his finger tips, "I love you Baby."

"Would you like to be alone for a few minutes?"

"Ha, ha, ready?"

"More than ready my love."

….

Cas felt free and easy riding shotgun in the classic black beauty with Dean at his side. When Dean began to sing along to one of his favorite mixed tapes the ride got even better. Castiel thought Dean was naturally gifted with a beautiful voice honed by years of practice right inside the Impala.

Dean unencumbered by worries as distance was placed between them and the real world. The newlyweds had a whole week to create all new memories that Dean could use to block out the painful ones of the past.

He reached over taking Castiel's hand in his, "Sing with me baby."

Shy about his questionable singing abilities Castiel turned to "No Dean, I don't want to scare the baby. Bun might never want to come out in fear I'd sing a lullaby."

"Please? I think your voice is…" Dean grasped for the right word to describe something that set alley cats to wailing. That didn't matter though, when you love someone even the things others might see as a flaw a true mate could see as endearing.

"Is what?"

"Unique."

Cas had a difficult time denying Dean especially in the state the Omega was in so he jumped in, hoping Jon Bon Jovi's soulful voice was enough to make it passable.

Now I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well,I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me…

Dean joined his husband, belting out the words.

Yeah I, will love you, baby
Always and I'll be there
Forever and a day, always

I'll be there, till the stars don't shine
'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you, always….

There was little musical harmony in the Impala that day but plenty of love and laughter.

It would always be Cas and Dean.

….

Castiel loved to watch Dean do just about anything, sleeping, singing, complaining, driving, peeing, showering, masturbating and eating among hundreds of other little things.

At the moment he was entranced by Dean consuming two slices of coconut cream pie. Castiel hadn't finished his slice of cherry saving half of it for his wife who already expressed an interest. As a pregnant teen, Dean had the appetite and metabolism of a wild rabbit with a belly full of bunnies so Cas was sure to feed his wife's voracious appetite.

Castiel gushed, "I love you Wife."

Dean stopped shoving in the dessert and smiled around his mouthful. He polished off the tall glass of milk and wiped his face with the sleeve of his flannel shirt.

Dean cast his eyes downward feeling suddenly bashful. The title of "wife" was still sinking in, "I love you Husband." He looked around for the bathroom spotting an arrow pointing down a hallway, "Be right back."

Cas fought the urge to follow him. They never knew which public places would have a decent bathroom for Dean. Would there be a separate Omega bathroom or would Dean need to use the ladies room and face the possible jealousy and scorn of a Beta female or worse, use a unisex bathroom and risk encountering a creepy guy.

"What if there is a biker gang or a rapist in there…what if someone takes him away…so many what ifs…"

Castiel caught the attention of their waitress as she passed by, "Betty is there an Omega bathroom in this establishment?"

The elderly waitress pushed up her rhinestone studded cat eye glasses and gave the cute, blue eyed twentysomething Alpha a strange look, "Why do you need an Omega bathroom?"

He gestured to the empty spot across from him, "My wife went to the bathroom alone." He wrung a paper napkin in his hand, "I'm trying not to be overbearing but I do worry even more now that Dean is pregnant."

"Sure sugar, we have an Omega bathroom. Where do you think you are the sticks?" She topped off Cas' cup of coffee and took Dean's empty milk glass, "I'll get the little mama more. You worry too much, not everyone in the world is dangerous. If you don't mind my asking, how far along is he?"

He couldn't help but smile just thinking about their bun, "A little over three months. He's due in August so we have a ways to go. This is our first," Castiel lowered his voice as if Dean could hear somehow, "I would like a big family."

Cas had no idea why he was telling a stranger these personal things but he kept so much bottled up inside that these small revelations to a waitress with a friendly way about her felt safe enough.

"Babies are expensive sugar, have a test run with this one and then see how you feel. I imagine you have plenty of time since you both look like babies yourselves."

Castiel frowned.

"Now don't get all huffy, just an observation is all."

The Alpha gripped his mug in both hands and sipped the bitter, hot brew. "It's just that at work I am judged by others." "Why did I just say that?"

Betty patted the young man in turmoil on the shoulder, "Well screw them. Milk and some free goodies coming your way. Bakery always cheers me up."

In minutes Alpha, Omega and Little Bun Novak were back in the Impala. Dean was now in the passenger seat clutching a bag of bear claws and a quart of milk. "Man, this day just can't get any better!"

Cas quirked a brow, "Oh no? Not even when we get to the cabin?"

"I said day not night"

….

The young man had just stepped back to his table when he caught sight of the Impala pulling away from the diner. "That's the car. It has to be him!"

He waved Betty over to his table, "Ma'am, did you see the driver of that big black car?"

"Two young men, I imagine the older one was the driver."

He looked up at her with sad hazel eyes, "Was there a man in here, tall, brown hair and big brown eyes, late thirties? You'd remember him because he is very handsome with a nice smile but a total bastard."

Betty felt bad for the young Omega. He was just one of many that passed through, each looking for a person, a family or a place to call home. Some of them were on run from the very same things.

"Did this guy do a number on you?"

He took out John's wallet and showed her the dead Hunter's driver's license, "This is the guy I'm looking for and I'm sure that is his car."

Betty took the license and squinted at the small photo of a ruggedly handsome man with a slight grin on his face as if this John character knew all the answers. She could see how a female or Omega could get their head turned by someone like this.

She handed it back, "I'm sorry, I don't recognize him."

"Did those guys say where they were going?"

"No honey."

The defeated Omega put a five dollar bill on the table, "Will this cover my meal with tax?"

All he had eaten was a bowl of chili and a basket of crackers. She pushed the fiver back to him, "Lunch is free today." Just like the weather guy predicted a snowstorm was brewing in the area. She saw the first flakes begin to fall and grew concerned for the young man.

"Do you have a place to stay?"

He whispered, "No."

Betty made a phone call to the Savior Project and within the hour Lillian showed up to take the young man back to their farm. He didn't fuss or fight and went willingly.

…

By the time the newlyweds arrived at the cabin night had fallen. Luckily Benny had left the porch light on. According to the radio the area was due for a snow storm that evening and Castiel was relieved they beat the weather.

Cas shook the sleeping Omega's shoulder, "We are here."

Dean yawned as he hugged Cas' lined trench coat tighter around him. "Ok, I'll help you carry stuff in."

"No, go wait by the door for me."

Dean did as he was told. When Cas reached Dean he set their bags down, opened the door and swept the Omega into his arms and over the threshold.

Dean didn't protest, instead he circled his arms around Castiel's neck and rested his head on his husband's strong shoulder. The Alpha carried him to their marriage bed then left to build a fire.

…

Dean grasped the pole easily climbed a few feet up then did a slow spin back down. He felt queasy and decided not to risk it. "I guess Cas will just have to get his little butt up there while I watch."

"Dean."

There was Castiel advancing slowly toward him as if moving any quicker would cause the Alpha to lose all control. With muscles tensed as if ready to spring he seemed more wild animal than man.

Dean raked his eyes over his mate's perfect body. Castiel's balls hung heavy in obvious need of draining. His flushed cock pointed obscenely toward Heaven as the head leaked a trail of excitement. The Alpha advanced a few more steps.

If Dean hadn't been Castiel's Omega he would have felt a little scared but he knew his Alpha. He could see the blue eyes held desperation and a modicum of pain. "This is my fault for making him wait so long when I want him just as badly. Fuck, he's hot as hell."

"I've tried so hard to wait and follow this tradition but I'm hanging by a thread and I can't stop myself any longer." Castiel rushed forward.

The deeply rooted primal needs in both Alpha and Omega surfaced quickly. This was the final ritual devoid of any pretty words or romance.

Dean fell to the bed and assumed a position as old as the Omega branch on humanities family on all fours then chest pressed to the mattress and ass in the air. Dean instinctively spread his legs farther to the sides so Castiel could get a proper view of what was up for offer.

He felt a kiss first on his bare, dripping pussy then on his pink little asshole. That was the extent of foreplay before the Alpha, with enough presence of mind to avoid the still cherry rectum, rammed inside the place that felt like home. Dean cried out from the swift thrust and wild fucking that lasted all of a minute.

Castiel had been too far gone, tears dripped on his lover's back from the pain of his knot swelling too quickly. The Alpha refused to make any noise to give him away. He grasped Dean above and below the belly rolling them both to the side. Dean could feel the rhythmic jerk of the iron hard penis as it released a flood into his pregnant body.

Hopelessly locked together at least for awhile the new husband and wife fell asleep oblivious to the storm raging outside.

Each dreamt of roses and unfettered fantasy.

TBC