A/N- For those of you that read the last chapter as soon as it posted I wanted to give a heads up that a day or two later I went back and did some changes. You might want to check it out. …

Dean woke to the scent of something heavenly in the air and it wasn't his husbands discarded boxers tucked inside his pillowcase. Besides the mouthwatering smell wafting from the kitchen Dean heard Castiel singing. The tantalizing food his husband was cooking and the off key singing would have canceled each other out for most people but not Dean. The Omega got all warm and fuzzy inside. His Alpha didn't have the greatest voice in the world but Cas sang with all his heart and soul.

Castiel had confessed to Dean awhile back he was practicing for the baby. Right now "Dream a Little Dream of Me" ala Mama Cass was the song being murdered by the deep, gavel voice. Dean snuggled into the pillows and let out a happy sigh.

"My man is so awesome. You hear that little bun? Your daddy is practicing for you. He loves us…he loves us."

Dean felt something strange inside him that could only be described as a flutter, "Is that you?!" He was going to call for Cas then decided it was probably just a cramp or gas and didn't want to get the Alpha's hopes up.

...

Castiel made a breakfast of French toast with cinnamon apple topping and sides of bacon. The bacon was actually a treat for Dean and when he was served breakfast in bed the teen was over the moon at the sight of pork product.

Cas swore Dean had tears in his eyes when he held up a piece and said, "Real bacon, I didn't expect this," Dean scrubbed the back of his hand across his dewy eyes, "I don't know what to say."

"What a drama queen, its only bacon." The Alpha tried not to smile at his wife's hammy response.

"Yeah, but bacon is on the baby-do-not- eat list because of the nitrates." Dean did a pretty good imitation of his husband, gravel voice and all, "No more bacon for you Dean. I'm putting you on the same diet I am, healthy and fresh. If you're a good boy I'll give you some trail mix with dried fruit."

That made Cas feel a little guilty, "Do I really sound like that…am I too strict? No, it's for the baby and Dean's health. But I don't want to be one of those Alphas…Ugh, marriage is so confusing."

While he was busy thinking, Dean stuffed the three strips of bacon in his mouth just in case his husband decided to become a total dick and take away the fatty, salty, nitrate laden bacon. Then Dean swiped the three strips off Cas' plate on the nightstand and gobbled them up while the Alpha stared out the window as an inner dialogue went on in that big teacher brain of his.

Sated with bacon goodness, the Omega turned his attention his husband's rockin' body, "Cas is sooo hot in beat up old sweat pants …barely hanging on around those slim, chiseled hips. Bushy dark pubes curling over the top and that cute little ass crack peeking out in back." Suddenly Dean's gut began to gurgle, "Oh oh, too much grease."

Dean rolled out of bed like a commando and ran to the bathroom where he let lose a torrent of ABC bacon. On his knees praying to the porcelain god, the Omega turned to find Castiel sitting next to him already holding a warm, wet cloth.

Cas had a way of appearing at the right time and always prepared just like a boy scout. If Dean hadn't felt so sick he would have pictured Castiel in a Boy Scout uniform because that would have been over the top adorable.

The belly sore Omega waited for his mate to chastise him over gobbling down six pieces of bacon in one minute flat but Castiel was a gentleman and said nothing. He quietly cleaned Dean up, helped him to bed, brought a glass of clear soda and then cleaned the toilet.

The most wonderful man in the world then settled next to Dean and dug into his cold breakfast sans bacon. Dean rested his head on Cas' shoulder and stated, "I'm never eating bacon again."

"Liar."

"Sorry I ate your bacon."

"You can make it up by taking a little walk with me later. We can get some sunshine and fresh air."

"Um…sure, sounds awesome."

He gave Dean a nudge with an elbow, "Tell the truth."

"Fine, I'll be eating bacon pretty much forever and I'm not really stoked about the sunshine and fresh air thing because my gut feels like crap but I'll do it for you and the baby."

"Ah, there is the Dean I know and love." Castiel gave him a sloppy cinnamon laced kiss. Dean lapped up the sticky syrup from his plate and countered with a sugary tongue shoved down his blue eyed angel's throat. Cas didn't stop him even though his tongue tasted like puke and syrup. A kiss was a kiss and the Alpha would never reject a show of affection from his Omega.

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Dean had to admit he felt better after what turned into a bit of a hike. The young Hunter had been used to hard training while being raised by John. The Winchester brothers kept up most of their training after moving in with the Novak family but since Dean became pregnant he had slacked off. Some days he just didn't feel like exercising. When they returned home Dean vowed to work out with Scotty even if it meant learning yoga or talking power walks around the neighborhood with his mentor.

Gaining a little baby weight had Dean questioning his own looks but Castiel didn't seem to mind at all. During their post walk shower Cas even slapped Dean's bare ass and mentioned how much he loved the Omega's pink bubble butt. The Alpha meant it as a high compliment.

In fact his ass got Castiel so excited Dean found himself pinned to the shower wall as he received an exuberant fuck and jerk. After the Alpha pumped him full to brimming Dean got on his knees and massaged his man's still swollen knot until his face was decorated in what Castiel called love pearls.

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The evening began with the lovers cuddling in front of the fireplace. Wrapped up together in a big old quilt Castiel's grandma had made, they passed the time watching flames flicker and shadows dance across the walls. It was very quiet with only the crackling fire and the wind blowing outside the cabin as their music.

This was their world for one more day and night.

Castiel was in complete relaxation. No stressors or fears that weighed on him daily entered his mind. He had everything he needed at that moment, food, water, shelter and Dean carrying his baby. The third glass of wine went down easy.

He reached over and took his wife's hand and simply stated, "I love you."

Dean lifted his husband's hand to his lips and planted a kiss atop, "I love you too." The determined Omega knelt between the Alpha's splayed legs, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Good, close your pretty blue peepers."

The languid Alpha stretched out on the braided rug and closed his eyes giving way to the feeling of the teen's ministrations. The first thing he felt were hands spreading his cheeks open then a finger delicately stroke around and over his pucker tickling the soft, dark fuzz along the crack.

The Alpha squirm a little then settle back down. Dean was pleased to see his husband's cock do a lazy roll off a sharp hipbone as it grew. "He likes it…hasn't pushed me off him yet. I hope I do this right."

Cas felt something warm and wet touch his hole, "Is that Dean's tongue? We showered so...yup pretty squeaky clean there." Then the Alpha had an internal panic, "wait; did I fart after the shower?! I can't remember…he hasn't gagged so it must taste ok."

Dean really got into rimming his husband's furry, tight little ass and from the low whimpers Castiel was loving it. The Alpha kept his eyes shut tight so he could enjoy this taboo act upon his body. When Dean stabbed his tongue dead center of the clenched muscle Castiel jerked in surprise. Dean patted his thigh as if he was trying to settle a spooked horse, "Whoa there babe that's just me making you feel good."

Castiel wanted to say "Alphas don't do that, stop, no, I'm filthy, I'm not an Omega, don't tell anyone," among other thoughts trying to spill out of him but he lost his gift of speech because what Dean was doing felt so good. The firm, warm tongue pressed and prodded until Castiel's body let go.

"Open your eyes Cas." The Omega dipped two fingers inside his slick pussy then pulled them out displaying the glistening digits.

Cas watched with fascination as they vanished between his open legs. He felt them slowly worked inside his asshole, the stretch was uncomfortable but the Alpha held his tongue. The fact Dean's slick eased the way had him rock hard.

Dean searched until he found just what he was looking for. He crooked his finger and stroked over the brave and horny Alpha's neglected prostate. As the caresses continued The Omega stared down at Castiel with a deep intensity, his mind focused only on his handsome mate's pleasure.

Castiel felt raw, open, vulnerable and just a little submissive and because it was Dean causing these feelings the Alpha embraced them. Bearing down on his lover's fingers, all rational thought left Castiel and all that was left of was sweet sensation.

Dean's voice came surprisingly deep but then the fifteen year old was growing up fast. He encouraged his Alpha, "Come on Daddy, give me that seed. You need me…I'm the only one that can make you feel this way," he grabbed the turgid cock that was pointing obscenely toward the ceiling and gave it a squeeze.

It was all too much, every nerve in the Alpha's body was on fire. He shouted Dean's name as ejaculate shot in the air. Castiel closed his legs expelling the fingers inside. He trembled as the aftershocks rocked his body.

Dean watched the show until his lover's body relaxed. The Omega didn't want to miss a minute. "Are you ok?"

"Mmm."

"That is a lot of love pearls." "Love pearls…so weird." Dean was still getting used to Castiel's odd ways of describing things. "Maybe he read it in a poem or story."

"Yes Dean, many love pearls." Castiel was drunk, drowsy and now a little embarrassed.

Dean gave up trying to lure him into a conversation on ass fingering so he tossed the quilt atop the Alpha and left to go wash up. By the time he returned Castiel had polished off the bottle of wine and from the sounds of the soft snoring under the quilt Cas was fast asleep.

The Omega snuggled up playing the big spoon this time. He couldn't fall asleep for quite awhile replaying what they had just done. Castiel had said little before, during and after. Dean chalked it up to all the wine. The morning would be interesting.

….

Bobby polished off his third homemade pecan roll and second mug of coffee. He patted his stuffed belly, "Scotty you are one talented baker, almost as good as Nicky." He winked at the tall, graceful Omega, "I have to put my wife first you understand."

In true Scotty fashion the Omega blushed from the genuine compliment. He had worked hard at improving his cooking and baking the past few months and was actually getting quite skilled at both.

Bobby saw the color rise on the Omega's creamy skin, "Learn to take a complement young man, I imagine you get plenty of them."

Scotty pushed the platter of goodies toward the Hunter, "Please have some more."

Sam grabbed a little apple tart and popped it in his mouth; he went through a series of cute little happy noises. The tart was like a mini pie and pie reminded him of Dean. Sam felt a pang of loneliness for big brother. The boy was glad Castiel and Dean were heading home tomorrow. A week was much too long to go without him.

Bobby declined, "I'm stuffed but I wouldn't mind something to snack on for later. It's a long drive home."

Scott took the pastries and headed to the kitchen leaving Bobby and Sam to say their goodbyes.

…..

Sam pointed to the boxes containing John's personal effects and hunting gear, "This and the Impala are all that's left of him. I didn't go through anything because I'm waiting for Dean to come home." The boy hung his head, shaggy hair falling across his face, Sam kept his hair that way for a reason, sometimes he wanted to hide in plain sight.

The Hunter could sense the pain rolling of Sam in waves; he could only imagine what was going through the kid's mind at the moment.

"None of it is your fault or Dean's. Your dad had problems long before either of you boys were born. After what happened that night it just drove him over the edge. That's no excuse for the way he treated you boys, a man has to own his pain not foster it on others especially his children. John was a hard man to love."

Sam mumbled, "I love him but I hate him. That doesn't make sense…"

"It doesn't have to make sense when it comes to the heart. Sam I want you and Dean to know that even if we aren't blood I still consider you family. My doors open if either of you need me. I don't know what your future plans are as far as hunting but I'll be a mentor and your friend no matter what you decide."

Sam looked up at Bobby, hair still over his eyes, "Why do you care so much?"

The Hunter shrugged, "I had a drunken bastard for a father so I can relate, plus a man can never have enough family. Is that a good enough reason?"

Sam nodded, "That's good enough for me."

….

Scotty and Sam waved until Bobby's pickup was well out of sight. After the Hunter left Scotty didn't have the heart to take Sam to school even though he missed a few days to spend time with Bobby. The Omega smoothed cool hands over Sam's face and smiled down at him, "How about we go see a matinee movie and pick up pizza for dinner? Better yet we could go shoe shopping since your feet grow a new size every week. Come to think of it all your pants are too short."

Sam craned his neck to meet Scotty's gaze, "You didn't feel good this morning so maybe you should rest instead. I could make spaghetti for dinner; I'm pretty good at that."

A wave of love for Sam Winchester hit the Omega hard, the kid brought out the mommy in the young man. He grabbed him in a crushed to the bosom hug, "You are the best. Someday you will make a girl or Omega very happy."

He let go of Sam much to the boy's disappointment. The youngest Winchester was really enjoying Scotty's new rack. Just when he thought the Omega couldn't possibly be more perfect, boobies came on the scene. Sam knew from his sex ed. classes that these feelings were normal for someone his age and even though Scotty represented a mother figure to Sam that didn't mean the kid was blind or lost his sense of smell.

While Sam was busy thinking about breasts Scotty let out an "Oh!" and grabbed his belly.

"Sam the baby just kicked! No flutters or funny feelings this was a real kick."

Sam rested his hands on the Omega's bare midriff and waited, he was rewarded with the feeling of movement from the baby, "that is so cool!"

"I better call Spencer."

Scotty was immediately on the phone with his husband sharing the good news. After all the tragedy the Omega had been through losing all his children at the hands of others, this first real kick was like a birthday, Christmas and winning the lottery all wrapped up in a bow.

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Castiel stood in front of the toilet doing his best to aim his early morning piss stream into the water. He had woken up on the floor in front of the dying fire with Dean wrapped around him like an octopus sound asleep. Being a good husband, he helped his wife into bed where Dean promptly rolled into a ball and it was lights out.

The night before started coming back to him, "What happened last night? I drank a bottle of wine and…Dean rimmed and fingered my ass." The Alpha shook off then sat on the toilet to contemplate his tender asshole and the implications of his submission.

"Alphas guard their butts like Fort Knox…but why? The orgasm was stupendous. Are other Alphas doing this and just not talking about it? Oh man, Dean can't ever tell anyone…this is all so strange."

…

Dean rolled over to find no husband next to him, "Is he mad…does he remember? I'll make it up to him tonight our very last night…I will do anything he asks of me…anything."

…..

Barbara pulled her black Cadillac into the Novak driveway and shut off the engine. The woman was determined to get Castiel Novak's signature on a contract. Mark and Larry had informed her that the handsome teacher was not at home. She called bullshit and decided to take matters into her own hands.

"Never send a boy to do a woman's job."

She snapped her fingers at the young man sitting next to her, "Prendi, open my door. Were you raised in a barn or something?" Barbara laughed at her own cruel joke, "I forgot, of course you were."

Prendi had the job title of assistant to Barbara but he was really an indentured servant from overseas. Barbara paid for the educated young man's flight over, gave him a job, room and board and was supposedly getting the young man's citizenship rolling. In exchange he collected no pay and was at the woman's beck and call until his debt was paid. Prendi was grateful he was an Omega so he wouldn't have to share the wicked old crone's bed.

"Yes Ms. Leech." He went to the driver's side door and helped his employer out of the vehicle. Her skirt was so tight Prendi almost had to lift her. "Don't know why she's wearing tight clothes… no one is looking Lady, trust me."

He followed behind carrying her purse and briefcase.

The click clack of her dangerous stilettos sounded on the steps leading up to the grand door. The woman checked her hair in the distorted reflection from the iridescent glass in a side panel window, "Come on Babs, give 'em the old razzle dazzle just like the old days."

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Scotty examined the two strangers on the monitor. One of them was a clean cut, neat young man with pretty almond eyes, black hair and a nice smile. He was dressed in a black suit, white shirt and black tie. Around his neck he wore a black collar with a silver tag dangling from the center.

"Omega…a collared Omega," the collar meant he belonged in some way to the older woman.

Sam poked his head around Scotty to see who was at the door. The kid pointed to the woman and laughed, "I saw a movie with her in it and she was wearing a Dalmatian fur coat." Then he commented on the Omega, "He's super cute."

Scotty pushed Sam behind him, "Down boy, you've got a little friend remember?"

Sam gave a Dean sort of answer, "I know, Alfie is my best friend but I can still think other people are cute."

The woman spoke into the intercom, "Hello there, my name is Barbara Leech and I represent Amazonian Publishing. Perhaps you've read some of our fine magazines such as Mega Alpha, Omega Bride, Married Omega Monthly or perhaps some of our more, ahem…blue publications? We also publish books."

Spencer had a couple issues of Slick & Tight tucked under their mattress on his side of the bed and Scotty had an issue of Bear Hung but that was none of the hatchet faced woman's business. "What do you want?"

Barbara smiled up at the camera with what Sam would later describe as baby corn teeth, "I want to change your lives!"

TBC