A/N- Thanks for everyone's patience.

Dean found himself in the middle of a barn. The interior was covered in familiar symbols, wards to protect, repel or trap. The corrugated roof began to shift then move, coming undone and banging against the structure. The noise was deafening, Dean had no idea what was happening or what was coming through those doors.

The doors exploded open and standing there was Castiel. He was dressed in his favorite trench and suit, and his blue tie askew. He walked like a Boss directly toward Dean as bulbs popped and sparks filled the air. When he stopped dead in front of Dean, Castiel's stoic expression changed to lust tempered with love. He reached out and slowly ran his fingers across the teen's plush, wanton lips.

Dean went boneless but this beautiful, powerful angel of a man caught the Omega in his strong, capable arms. He rumbled in the shell of Dean's ear, "You've captured me."

The Omega murmured, "Who are you?"

"You know who I am."

"Say it."

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition."

Dean woke up from his dream when a hard cramp went through his lower abdomen, he had started ovulating. He slipped his hand between his legs, avoiding the erection demanding his attention. Dean found his thighs coated in viscous slick. He had made a small puddle on the bed sometime during the night.

"Damn it."

Half asleep, the Omega stumbled to the bathroom to urinate and clean himself. The sheets could wait until morning.

Castiel's eyes snapped open. The enticing scent of ripe Omega caressed his olfactory receptors and immediately his body responded. The Alpha rolled over to find Dean's side of the bed empty but he had left a gift for the horny young man. Castiel pressed his nose against the warm, pink tinged wet spot, taking in the fertile musk.

Dean caught Castiel licking the sheet. Their eyes locked, the Alpha emitted a throaty growl and pounced. The Omega was easy prey; he wanted this as badly as his mate. Dean let out a desperate, submissive mewling sound as he was entered. The next day, recalling their tryst, he'd blush from the memory of the sounds he had made but for right now all he could focus on was pleasure.

…..

Castiel gently dislodged the teen that held him tightly even in sleep. The satisfying wet sound of their genitals separating brought a smile to the Alpha's face.

This was only the second heat of Dean's life. A postpartum heat that usually lasted only a few days as an Omega body adjusted itself after giving birth. The risk of pregnancy was lower during a postpartum heat but it wasn't impossible. Omegas were naturally fertile. They hadn't discussed birth control; it was the last thing on the young couple's minds. Between parenting a new baby and Castiel's kidnapping and all it entailed, protection just never came up.

Dean reached out and touched his lover's arm, "Morning, babe." He rolled on his back, did a leisurely stretch and yawned, then sniffed his pits. "Whoa, I stink."

Cas looked over his shoulder and took a moment to admire the strong young body and pretty, freckled face of his Omega. "You smell wonderful…at least to me. I agree though, we need to clean up and change the sheets."

Giving his Alpha a rakish grin, Dean waggled his brows at the blue eyed sweetheart with the kiss swollen lips, "Why, we're just gonna get them all dirty again."

Castiel felt his traitorous dick stir at the thought. "I'm sorry, Dean." He felt teeth nip his ass and an arm snake around his waist.

"For thoroughly fucking me?"

"For not controlling myself or taking precautions."

"I seem to remember not putting up much of a struggle."

Cas flopped down next to him, "Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."

The Omega snuggled up closer, "Did you make that up?"

"No, Jesus said it."

"Mmm, you are so sexy smart."

"We need condoms."

"Buzzkill."

…..

Castiel ventured out to Pearlman's Pharmacy about a half hour away.

He perused the sexual wellness aisle to find a poor selection of condoms.

An elderly woman, who was busy stocking shelves with lube, stopped what she was doing to help the confused looking young man. She touched his arm and the Alpha nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Goodness, you frighten easily! Is there something I can help you with?"

Castiel looked down at the delicate elder with more lines on her face than a redwood has rings. Her nametag said, "Mable". He didn't want to talk about condoms with someone old enough to be his great grandma but he was in a jam.

He cleared his throat and then said in his best teacher voice, "I need Alpha extra large but you only have large."

"Condoms?"

"Yes."

"We have a shipment coming in this afternoon. Otherwise you could try the grocery store; they carry all sorts of things. Maybe they have Alpha Extra Large." Mable smiled up at the handsome, blue eyed stranger. "His mate is one lucky duck." In the meantime, could I interest you in some lube?" She held up a box of, "I Lube You" personal lubricant.

"My mate is an Omega and he makes more than enough. Lubricant is for ladies." "Why did I just tell her that?"

Castiel grabbed a jumbo pack of Omega Freedom pads with wings and went to the register.

…..

He stood smack in the middle of the sexual wellness aisle at the Green Grocer, an upscale grocery store not far from the pharmacy, Castiel found several possibilities. "Let's see, they have organic condoms…free range condoms, what the fuck is a free range condom? Fair trade condoms…" he laughed out loud, "I wonder if they are shade grown. Pre-lubed, ribbed, rainbow…small, medium, large…does every male in this town have a micro peen or am I just very well endowed?"

"Is there something I can help you with?"

Castiel turned to find an attractive young woman smiling from ear to ear. Her nametag said, "Margo." She looked at the Alpha like he was a delicious steak dinner.

"I need Alpha extra large, please tell me you have some. Any brand will do."

Margo tapped her cheek as her eyes scanned the vast selection of condoms. She snatched a box of Randy Rubbers off a peg and handed them to Castiel, "This should do the trick."

The blushing young man read the box, "Alpha extra large…ribbed for your Omega's pleasure." On the front was a picture of an especially yummy young Omega giving thumbs up.

Castiel grabbed two more boxes, thanked Margo and then walked to the bakery case where he loaded up on goodies; next he picked out a bouquet of flowers and finished the shopping excursion with a bottle of wine for himself and sparkling cider for Dean.

The entire trip had been an exercise in torture for the inexperienced Alpha. He had learned right along with Dean in their sexual experimentation. Castiel used to feel embarrassed at how little skill he had brought to the relationship but Dean never seemed to care, he was forever patient and caring and in his eyes, Castiel was the greatest lover on the face of the planet.

"Well, we can figure out these condoms together."

….

Dean gave it another try. His tongue stuck out in concentration as he slowly rolled the condom down Cas' shaft and over the slightly puffy knot, "This is where it gets tricky, I don't want another one to fly across the room like it did when you tried."

"Be careful, Dean. We only have two boxes left."

When the condom reached just above the base of Castiel's cock, Dean let out a whoop and a fist pump, "I did it!" He tapped the reservoir tip, "That's gonna hold a lot of baby batter."

Unadulterated lechery came over the Alpha; he grabbed his wife by the wrists and in his best gravel and honey voice, rumbled, "Unless you want another baby…I'm not opposed to it. You are especially beautiful when you're pregnant, it drives me crazy."

Dean took his bare foot and used it hold back the heated Alpha, "No thanks, Grace is plenty."

Once boundaries were established, they spent the next two days fucking like spring bunnies.

…

Christmas Eve Day

Castiel finished placing the last gift just as Dean tossed the last handful of tinsel over the branches of the scrubby fir they had cut down a few days before. They stepped back to admire their very first Christmas tree in their new-old home.

Dean scrubbed his hand across his eyes to catch the tears. "It's really nice. I mean last Christmas was awesome and all but this year…well this year its extra special. Our family will be here the whole weekend and Gracie gets to spend time with Alex and Adam. Sammy gets to stay in his home away from home and I get quality brother bonding time."

Castiel nodded in agreement, "Yes it will very nice. You remembered Alfie will be spending the weekend with us?"

"Yeah, it's too bad he'll miss Christmas with his mom. I hope his grandma's surgery goes ok. Now I have to figure out sleeping arrangements." Dean frowned, "Not that I think they're gonna do…that, you know, sex."

"Oh, don't worry my love; I have a plan to put a damper on things." Castiel let out a low chuckle.

"Oh yeah, what?"

"Never mind."

Castiel swept Dean into his arms, "by the way, you'll get your main gift after Christmas."

Dean tried pretty hard not to show his excitement but he failed miserably. "Tell me!"

"Patience."

The look of resolve on Castiel's face told Dean he wouldn't get anywhere. "Surprises are nice too." He settled his gaze on Grace, asleep in her candy cane jammies. Life was good.

"This is all because of you, Castiel."

Castiel murmured against the soft flannel of Dean's shirt, "What do you mean?"

"You were the one that gripped me tight and raised me from Perdition. You saved me."

TBC