Dean, currently with his butt planted on a toilet in the ladies room at Amazonian Publishing, listened to two women speaking in hushed tones. When Dean first entered the bathroom the two employees gave him the cool once over then smirked at one another. Now they decided to talk about Dean with the Omega just feet away.

"Oh, another pregnant Omega, how shocking, I wonder who he belongs to."

Dean heard giggling. "I wonder if that's the blonde with the fake tits or the black haired bitch with the leathery tan." He balled up his fists as the Betas went on maligning Dean simply because of his genitals.

"I imagine one of the Alpha executives; he's too pretty to belong to a Beta male. I wish this place would put in Omega bathrooms so we don't have to have them invading ours."

"I hate the way Omegas bow and scrape just to get a dick. They steal all the good Alphas."

"Agreed, I'll never understand the attraction to a submissive bitch with duel plumbing."

"Don't forget they have slick scent, I can smell that one pissing in the stall from a mile away. Another reason they need their own bathrooms."

Dean resisted the urge to take the toilet tank cover and beat them within an inch of their pathetic lives. He was in full waddle walk now and not feeling very confident in his sixth month of pregnancy. Any negative comments hurt tenfold even from strangers. The Omega knew how some women reacted to the third sex and today he was in no mood.

He shook his dick off and wiped his slit then exited the stall; Dean stepped up to sink and washed his hands. The women gathered their purses and were about to leave when Dean stopped them in their tracks with his words.

"Thanks for saying that shit just loud enough for me to hear it. Not that it's any of your fucking business but no one owns me. I'm married to someone so awesome you could only hope for someone half as good as my Alpha. As for my duel plumbing…" Dean went for a low blow, "…at least I can have a baby, you infertile heifers." Dean pushed past them and gave a parting shot, "I'll piss anywhere I please including your precious ladies room although I doubt many ladies come in this one if you two are any indication."

Dean held his head up proudly as he exited, leaving the two stunned women behind.

….

Castiel sat next to Dean on the large, white leather sofa with an arm around his Omega's shoulders and a hand on his belly. Bun gave a little kick right under his hand causing Cas to smile despite sitting directly across from Barbara as she droned on and on about the money and the contract.

Dean had long since lost interest in Barbara's gushing and babbling, "Wow, Sammy was right. This broad does look like Cruella De Ville." Dean next looked to Prendi, the collared Omega in the stylish suit standing silently behind Barbara's space age, snow white desk chair. "I wonder if he talks…he hasn't moved even, what's up with that collar."

Castiel leaned forward in rapt attention soaking in everything the woman had to say. The Alpha quietly weighed and measured her words and gestures, trying to decide if she was above board or not.

Barbara flipped back a page on the new contract which promised even more financial incentives. She tapped a long, shiny black nail rimmed in tiny rhinestones on the page, "This is such a generous offer you just can't turn it down. While the other offer might make for a nice little down payment on a house, this contract will pay for a house and property to go along with it."

Castiel gave his most stern look which to Dean was super cute and sort of funny but to others looked like the Alpha had a case of angry constipation, "Why?"

Barbara patted her newly dyed lavender hair as she flashed her baby corn smile at the hopelessly adorable Alpha, "Why what?"

Cas ignored her pathetic attempts at flirting, "Why would Amazonian want to pay a couple of nobodies this much money?"

"Because my dear, the two of you are fresh and young with a new perspective on the past and the future. Because Dean is tough and gorgeous and not afraid to speak his mind, he is the face of the future for Omegas."

Barbara stood up and opened her arms toward the heavens, "Because you are a strikingly handsome Alpha who walks a fine line between tradition and progress." Finally she slapped her hands on the desk, causing Prendi to jump, "Because every photo spread and interview in this magazine has been boring as hell lately with the same simpering pretty boy Omegas and preening, self centered Alphas. Also I want new photos taken of you both to compliment the wedding photos and an in depth interview. I hope you will consider family photos for another of our magazines after the baby is born."

Castiel sat back and took Dean's hands in his, "My love, what do you think?"

Dean looked down at his lap as he mulled over the proposition, "Ok, but no perverted pictures and we better have a serious interview."

Barbara stood, went straight over and extended her hand, "Agreed, you made the right choice."

Castiel studied the hand just long enough to make Barbara uncomfortable then shook it firmly, "I hope we don't regret this."

…..

Barry Whitaker, the senior art director and photographer for Amazonian Models, was assigned to Dean and Castiel. Barry was a rarity, an Omega with a true career and with that came money and independence. Barry had an ego the size of Texas and a heart just as big. When he was given the plum assignment of photographing the young couple Barry was over the moon.

He had gathered bits of information about Dean and Castiel; Barry felt they were the type of couple that could actually change society's perceptions of Omegas. Barry had been through the best and the worst of the Omega Rights movement. It would take someone younger and stronger than him to push things forward for their sex.

When Dean and Castiel walked into his studio both had a deer in the headlights look. Dean was dressed in a men's shirt version of a maxi dress done in medium denim. It was a compromise for Dean, he had to admit the shift was comfortable plus it was the right material and much too masculine for a female. It hit the tops of his Converse sneakers and there was plenty of belly room for the baby.

Castiel wore a casual sports shirt in chambray and a pair of snug jeans with boat shoes. His hair had been combed but Dean messed it up again saying Cas looked better with "fuck me" hair.

Barry went right over and introduced himself. The three discussed the photo shoot; Barry assured them it would be very tasteful. He admired Dean's firm, round belly, "When is the baby due?"

Dean smiled without thinking, just mention of the baby made him happy because family was everything. His voice noticeably softened, another thing that happened without the Omega realizing it, "August 20th, give or take a day."

Castiel proudly declared, "Dean became pregnant immediately. I am his only mate." The Alpha's blue eyes grew stormy and his voice came more of a growl, "There will never be anyone but me. Dean is mine from beginning to end, I was the first and I'll be the last."

Dean mentioned a Meat Loaf song with a similar line and teased the English teacher about plagiarism but Cas was having none of it. He was going through a bought of possessive Alpha daddy, it came and went as Dean grew bigger and the due date came closer.

Barry understood, "Of course Castiel and why would Dean ever want another when he has such a handsome and intelligent mate." The photographer shook both their hands, "When you have the baby I would consider it an honor to take your official family and baby photos."

Dean still had trouble accepting a stranger's generosity, because of his life with John he assumed there would be strings attached. He rolled his big green eyes up to look the tall, rangy, older man in the eye, "Why?"

The elder Omega was all soft smiles and tenderness with Dean, "Because you will cause change," Barry tapped himself on the chest, "I feel it in here. Dean, you are very special. I've never had children, a rarity I know but those were the cards the Universe dealt me. Seeing you standing here glowing like a summer sunrise, I feel it's the least I can do for such a special young couple."

Dean dropped his head, "I'm only fifteen, I wonder what effect I'll have to really change this world."

Castiel wrapped his love in his strong arms, "This interview and our photos are a first step. No one is expecting you to turn society on its ear; it only takes a small step forward and I will be there with you all the way."

….

After several clothing, prop and background changes they were almost done. The last photo was of Castiel standing behind a throne made of birds eye maple, his hands on either of his Omega's shoulders while Dean sat straight backed, both hands on his belly looking every inch an Omega prince.

Both were wearing dark dress pants and dress shoes. Castiel had a blazer, crisp white shirt and cerulean blue tie. Dean wore an evergreen silk tunic with abalone buttons that hung to his thighs. The fabric clung to his new curves.

Barry took the last photo, set down his camera and applauded his models, "Excellent, the camera loves you both! This will be such a game changer." Barry helped Dean to a standing position then surprised the young Omega with a brief hug, "This is how an expectant Omega should be shown. You have such dignity Dean; there is a fierce mother's love that shines brightly for all to see. You are truly beautiful and so is your Alpha, he's fortunate to have you as a mate."

Castiel wasn't used to Dean being addressed first, it felt a little strange but exciting, an Omega referring to Castiel as if he were Dean's possession. "I could get used to this…oh no, I've developed another kink."

….

Dean's eyes darted around the men's bathroom, every muscle was tense and he felt trapped as a rabbit in a snare. This was the lion's den, the Alpha pissing post and even as strong and capable Dean's body and mind was it still didn't make him any less nervous. Castiel had him pressed against the wall, sucking a bruise on the tender skin. The Alpha was rock hard, his cock pressing painfully into the hollow oh Dean's hip.

Castiel was on fire, the photo session with Dean and seeing him in the masculine, denim maxi dress and sneakers drove him crazy. All access granted, he couldn't keep his hands from wandering. Pants took work but a dress, even one as rugged looking as this one, meant he could slide a hand easily between the teen's legs and fondle him.

"C-Cas what if someone walks in? I'm not supposed to be in here."

The Alpha watched his lover's tongue dart across the set of plush, pink lips leaving a trail of wetness. Dean's eyes were open wide, pupils blown and if all that wasn't enough to almost make Castiel cream his jeans then the Omega's hard dick against him almost did the trick.

"Don't worry my love, I'll protect you." The Alpha rubbed his stubble alone the stretch of milky skin he had just been mauling.

"W-we can't…the interview…gotta go now." The Omega clung to his mate for dear life as he forced very unsexy thoughts through his brain like sitting through a ladies roller derby, vegetables, witches and egg salad, "Sam's stinky socks…Scotty doing naked yoga…the smell of sulfur…Halloween…moldy motel rooms…ah, there we go…half mast."

Three older Alphas wearing expensive suits burst through the door, obviously just back from a liquid lunch. The trio stopped dead when they caught the sight and scent of the mates grinding against each other. The young Omega's wrists were pinned against the wall by the young Alpha.

It sent the men into a state of confusion; the Omega was pregnant thus giving off particular pheromones that activated pre-coded genetic programs inside of them. They were alternately feeling aroused by the scene before them but also fearful of the younger male and his dominant, highly territorial posture and scent.

Castiel whipped his head and growled at the intruders.

"Mine." Cas gathered his prize in his arms and spirited the Omega out the door.

Once they were gone the oldest of the three pulled out a hanky and mopped his brow, "Holy shit, I forgot how dangerous the young bucks get when they have a pregnant Omega."

….

Barbara conducted the interview, it wasn't her job but the woman wanted to be sure no stone was left unturned. The first half of the interview with Dean and Castiel were softball questions to put the pair at ease. They discussed the wedding, the choice of clothing and the ceremony in connection to almost obsolete Omega-Alpha bonding ceremonies.

Dean spoke of the many prejudices Omegas experienced and the great inequity society placed upon them. Castiel went into detail of what it was like to be a progressive Alpha in a world where the knuckle draggers ruled.

When Barbara went into stickier questions on how the couple met Castiel bristled, "I don't see how that is anyone's business."

The gaunt, nipped and tucked woman was blunt, "People will want to know and honestly with a little digging a good detective could find all this out. Isn't it better to come out with it and give the true and proper story?"

Dean jumped in, "I don't want Cas to come off as a pervert teacher and I don't want to look like slutty little kid."

Barbara gave Dean her most sincere expression, that didn't mean the woman was sincere it only meant that she was pretty good at faking it, "I'll paint you both in the best possible light. It will be a Romeo and Juliet romance!"

The English teacher took issue with the poor comparison, "Empty headed children who committed suicide."

"Bonnie and Clyde."

"Alcoholic murderers that were killed in a hail of gunfire."

Barbara tried again, "Um…Wyatt and Josephine Earp."

"A man rumored to have had an illicit relationship with his good friend Doc Holiday…not that there is anything wrong with that. His wife was a laudanum addict."

"Cleopatra and Marc Antony?"

The teacher enjoyed shooting down every couple Barbara came up with. He finally gave the woman a break, "How about just Castiel and Dean, I think we are a far superior couple to any you've mentioned."

The interview ended amicably with the young couple counting on Barbara to take care of them. Castiel and Dean had exposed themselves for the world to see, it was a dangerous thing to do with such an unknown outcome. October when the issue of Omega Bride came out with their photo spread and interview, Castiel, Dean and the family would become the center of controversy.

…..

Dean was pissed off and Castiel was oblivious which made Dean even angrier. Cas had the radio tuned to a soft rock station. He was murdering "Afternoon Delight" in an attempt to make Dean smile.

When the Alpha got no response he glanced over to his wife and noticed the teen's jaw was clenched and his usually full lips in a tight line, "I wonder what's wrong, is he nervous, sick, worried or…did I do something…shit, that's it, I did something to displease him."

"Is there something wrong, my love?"

Dean had never hit someone he cared about. He had been hit enough times over the years by John to know it made you feel scared, unsafe and destroyed a persons dignity and self-worth . Fists balled up at his sides, Dean answered his husband in a clipped voice, "Yeah there's something bothering me. Don't you ever drag me into an Alpha-Beta bathroom again! I'm fucking pregnant and I can't defend myself right now unless you want me to haul off and shoot someone."

Castiel had been riding a wave of emotions all day long. He alternately felt protective, lustful and willing to challenge anyone that looked cross eyed at Dean. "Didn't you find it exciting? I sure did and anyway I would have protected you. It's not like I was ravaging you in a dark alley, it was an office building. Nothing would have happened. I suppose being spontaneous is out of the question." The Alpha white knuckled the steering wheel, his own temper rising.

Dean wasn't used to being challenged by Castiel, for the most part the Alpha bowed to Dean's emotions especially with their baby on the way. "I wanna punch you right now."

"Spoken like a petulant pregnant teenager."

"Oh, now you have fucking done it! You arrogant Alpha swinging your big dick around…you haven't lived half the life I have so don't call me a petulant teenager…jackass."

"Be quiet and settle down. I'm sorry."

"You're only saying that so I calm down."

"Is it working?"

Dean socked him in the shoulder then balled himself up against the passenger door. Castiel barely flinched from the punch, eyes locked on the road before him, they traveled the rest of the way home in silence.

….

Dean went to the one person that could clue him in to Castiel's behavior, Spencer. Dean told his father-in-law everything that happened then folded his arms and waited for an answer that would satisfy him.

Spencer stared out the window, focused on the garden. He really wished he was outside and away from any conflict. This was the first time Dean had truly asked him for advice. The DILF turned to face his angelic looking son-in-law and do the best he could to guide him.

"Dean, I would honestly rather chew my leg off to escape a bear trap then to get involved in your love life with my son but I'll give it to you straight."

The young Hunter liked that, things were easier when explained plainly and direct. "Great, what's wrong with him?"

"It's simple; he's putting on a dominance display. Taking you into an Alpha bathroom was Castiel's way of showing off, I imagine he was waiting for other men to walk in and find him aroused with such an attractive Omega. You're carrying his baby, his very first child; it makes a young buck act…what's the word I'm searching for…"

"Stupid?"

Spencer laughed, "Willing to take unnecessary risks to show other males he is top dog. The funny part is Castiel might not have realized what he was doing, just acting on instinct. Tell me, were the other men scared of him?"

Dean smiled, remembering how the three older males stood clear of Castiel sensing danger, "Yeah…I admit it was kind of hot."

"Too much information, Dean."

"Sorry."

"Look Dean, you hurt his feelings. I know my son, he's not a jackass and he honestly didn't feel you were in I don't condone hitting your mate unless it's a nice spanking."

"Uh, too much information, Spencer."

"Sorry." The blue eyed man stood putting an end to the conversation, "This will pass after the baby comes. You're not the only one going through hormonal fits you know, my son loves you to the moon and back never forget that."

Spencer looked lovingly at Dean's belly, resisting the urge to place a kiss upon the vessel holding his first grandchild, "How is the little bun doing?"

Dean gave the guy a thrill and lifted his tee exposing his turkey timer belly button, "Go ahead I know you want touch it."

Spencer closed his eyes, placed both hands over the stretched skin and waited. It didn't take long for Bun to start moving around. The Alpha broke into a gummy smile, "I feel him moving."

"Or her, we don't know yet."

After the talk, Dean took a walk in the woods out back to clear his head. It sent Castiel into a panic but the Omega insisted he need time alone to think.

….

Dean found Castiel sitting in their bedroom watching the History Channel and drowning his sorrows with a gallon of rainbow ice cream. The Omega's anger vanished the moment he laid eyes on his lover's sad, sticky face. He pulled a bunch of wildflowers from behind his back and presented them to Castiel.

"Here, I know you like this mushy stuff." The Omega looked down at his sneakers and mumbled, "Sorry I punched your arm…I'll never do it again. That's not me, I don't hit." He raised his head to face his Alpha, "Babe, I felt so…"

Castiel stuck the bouquet in the tumbler of water on the nightstand. "Scared for you and the baby, Scotty explained things to me."

"Yeah, Spencer told me something like that with you too. You're a young buck and it's your first baby so it makes you a little wacky." Dean sniffed the air and smiled, "I smell pie."

Castiel suddenly became shy and insanely adorable, "I baked a chocolate pecan for you…a peace offering. I love you and our baby so much and I promise I'll protect and cherish my family forever," he gave Dean the big, soulful, blue kitten eyes, "do you forgive me?"

The Omega's heart melted into a big gooey puddle, "I love you too Cas, I forgive you …I hope you can forgive me." He crawled into Castiel's arms and just like that, all was right with the world once again.

…..

Lillian sat at her desk going through the day's mail for the Savior Project. There were a few donations, a lot of bills and a letter from Dean Winchester Novak. The elderly woman opened up the envelope to find a money order in the amount of ten thousand dollars made out to the charity.

"Jacob, come quick. You need to see this!"

Jacob shuffled over along with a toddler in tow he was watching for a young Omega mother so the boy could do his homework. He adjusted his glasses and took the check from his wife, "Ten thousand dollars! Who sent this?"

Lillian read the brief letter enclosed.

"I know you are working on a maternity ward for the boys, I hope this helps the project."

Dean Winchester"

Lillian wiped tears from her eyes, "This is so generous, I don't know how he could afford this donation. I know with their baby on the way Castiel and Dean are having a rough go of it." She looked to her husband, "Should we accept it?"

Jacob looked down at the toddler clinging to his leg, "Dean wouldn't give what he didn't have. Giving it back would wound his pride. Cash it and we'll put toward our new project."

….

Terry showed up at the Savior Project without Salvatore, it was unusual but not unheard of. The heavily pregnant Omega flopped on one of the couches in the main room and kicked off his boots.

Jacob pulled up a chair across from Terry and tugged off the Omega's sweaty socks for him. Bending over was out of the question for Terry, he was just weeks from giving birth. He stretched his toes and let out a sigh, "Thanks Jacob."

He reached in his pocket and pulled out an envelope handing it to the Beta, "It's not much; Sal has been saving up for our kid's arrival and working less in order to spend time with me."

The Beta took the envelope, "The amount doesn't matter, we are just grateful for all you do for us."

Terry looked around the large room at all the Omegas busy doing homework, watching TV or using one of the donated computers, "Can I see the group who were in quarantine the last time we were here?"

Jacob nodded, "Yes you may see them now."

…..

Terry lingered in the doorway, eyes closed as he trailed his nose through the air. He had a particularly keen sense of smell; the Omega had actually been able to sense blood ties in the past. There was no real explanation for his unusual ability but Terry considered it his special gift.

The Omega's eyes popped open when he got not only one hit but two. One was connected to Salvatore but the other scent was very faint and totally confusing.

TBC