Alfie stopped Dean before he could say another word and dig this hole deeper, "Please Dean, let it go. People throw up all the time but that doesn't mean they're pregnant. Promise you won't tell Sam your wild theory."
Dean let it go. There was no point stressing Alfie just in case he was pregnant. "I'll just let him know you don't feel good."
"Thank you. That's all it is anyway. Sam is working so hard at his new job that when he gets home from work I put as little stress on him as possible."
When Dean helped the Omega to his feet, he gave Alfie a discrete sniff test, "smells like he's got a bun in the oven to me…"
Dean decided his baby brother must be thick as two planks not to figure out his own Omegas subtle changes in scent.
Dean rinsed off Alfie's vomit spattered tee then dropped it down the laundry chute and gave him Cas' rainbow unicorn shirt to wear.
Dean inwardly chuckled, Alfie looked like a little kid wearing his daddy's clothes.
"Finally, an excuse to get rid of this butt ugly shirt…"
"This looks great on you, Al, why don't you keep it."
Alfie reverently ran his hand over the glitter covered mythical creature on the front, "Thank you, Dean. I promise I'll take good care of it."
"It's a shirt, not the Holy Grail."
Dean didn't know what to do when Alfie hugged him. This bordered on a chick flick moment. Dean awkwardly patted him on the back.
"You go relax in the living room and I'll round up Sam."
Alfie smiled up at the Omega he admired most in the world, "Ok".
Dean plucked at the rainbow unicorn shirt and let out a sigh, "I've got a better shirt for you," he took off his sweaty Blue Oyster Cult tee and handed it to the cutest little Omega this side of heaven.
Alfie gladly exchanged shirts with Dean.
For one Omega to gift a worn article of clothing to another Omega, either lightly or heavily saturated with their scent, was a gesture of deep caring. Long ago when Dean was pregnant with Grace, Scotty gifted him a cerise colored shift embroidered with cranes. Dean recalled the strong scent of Scotty all over the silk. As a scared, pregnant teen, this gesture from the Omega he admired the most meant everything to him.
Alfie hugged Dean again and when Dean hugged him back instead of a bro pat on the back, he melted against the elder Winchester. He felt safest with Sam but Dean was a close second.
…
Isabelle went home with her parents after the incident, feigning cramps. This was just as well for Beau, he was a drama free sort of guy and Isabelle was all about drama. He felt bad Isabelle was so hurt but relieved to have an out from their brief relationship. Beau just prayed she didn't tell anyone about the misplaced peck Jackhad given him. The last thing the Beta wanted was for Jack to get hurt.
So far life as a teenager had proven both exhilarating and torturous. The fifteen year old wondered if it ever got any easier.
…..
Dean found his brother and husband drinking cellar wine on the patio while discussing something he assumed was totally boring.
Castiel paused mid sentence when he spied his gorgeous wife bathed in sickly yellow porch light. Even that couldn't dim Dean's natural beauty.
"Dean, your wearing my rainbow unicorn shirt."
"Yes, yes I am."
The tipsy teacher went to his wife and grabbed his hot Omega in his arms, "I thought you hated this shirt…it touches my heart to see you wearing it."
"I've got lots of stuff I wanna touch on you."
Sam watched as his brother groped Cas' butt with both hands and knew exactly where this was going. "Guys, I'm sitting right here."
Sorry, not sorry, Sammy. I came over to let you know Alfie upchucked."
"What?!"
Don't worry, I cleaned the little guy up and he's fine now."
"And probably carrying your baby but yeah, he's just peachy..."
Sam dashed to the farmhouse.
Now that Cas' brother-in-law was gone, nothing stood between him and the object of his desire.
"First a bit of courting and then the intercourse…"
"Dean, you take my breath away clad in those cut offs and glittery, festive tee. I shall pen an ode to your exalted beauty, my love." Castiel went on bended knee where he sniffed at his Omega's denim clad crotch. Rather than vulgar, this gesture between mates was deemed terribly romantic.
Suddenly those jean shorts felt pretty damn uncomfortable.
The sound of teenagers talking and laughing in the distance brought him back to reality pretty quick.
"Um, Cas, the kids."
"When I capture you, Dean, I'll bathe your plump ass with warm wine piss before I mount you raw."
Dean drained the last of his India dark ale and slammed the empty down on the picnic table, "Fuck this party, the hunt is on." Dean let out whoop as he took off toward the garden.
Castiel gave his wife a head start and he did this for several reasons. Dean had a strong sense of self preservation so it was best to tire the Omega out somewhat before Cas went in for the capture. In the past the Alpha ended up bruised, bitten and scratched when Dean wasn't allowed to burned off excess energy. But the most important reason was it made the hunting an exhilarating challenge.
"Hmmm, if I were Dean, where would go…there are so many places. The barn, shed, garden, woods, the bridal wreath path…"
...
Beau kept watch from his perch on a low maple branch. He appointed himself Jack's protector from a far and was at the ready to spring into action the moment he needed to intervene.
The baby Omega sat just a few feet away from Clark Anderson, a boy in the same class as Beau. He was a notorious Alpha asshole but a real pretty boy so despite his lack of honor and decency, Clark pulled in a surprising amount of tail. It didn't hurt any that he was the son of the owner of Old Time Ice Cream & Candy Emporium.
Jack was having an animated, very one sided conversation with Clark. He was too naïve to pick up on the way the older boy was drooling over him like a dog over a t bone steak.
The only thing preventing Beau from dragging Clark right off that blanket by his dick was the fact that so far he hadn't laid a hand on Jack.
The teen swiveled his head from side to side but saw no one else around,
"Seriously, am I the only one looking out for Jack..."
Clark's fake smile turned into a scowl when he spotted Beau sitting in a tree, watching them, "I'll teach that Beta to spy on me…"
Clark was great at feigning interest in someone to get what he wanted which included but wasn't restricted to girls and Omegas. The Alpha waited until Jack was done rambling on about some story he was writing before he crushed the boys dreams.
"Guess what Jack, Beau Lafitte is really hot and heavy with Isabelle Bello." He let out a laugh that sounded more like a donkey braying
Watching the crestfallen look that came over the boy's face warmed a tiny place in Clark's dark, cold heart.
"That is not true."
"Just ask anyone. I even saw them making out tonight. They deserve each other, Izzy with her criminal parents and Beau with his half breed mom and blue collar, Cajun trash dad."
When Clark saw Jack's baby blues fill with tears he mistakenly thought they were tears of sadness when in reality they were tears of anger and frustration.
The Alpha went to kiss him but Jack turned his head just in time. Clark grabbed his wrist and jerked the Omega to him, "You think your too fucking good for me, bitch?"
Jack balled up his fist and slammed it against the place it would hurt the most, Clark's crotch.
"Don't you touch me, you vile creature and don't you every talk about Beau and his family again!"
Beau, in his haste to save Jack, tried to spring from the branch like a panther but ended up spraining his ankle. It was pretty hard to look cool limping to the rescue but the Beta did his best.
Clark was still moaning and writhing in pain on the grass, both hands cupping his crotch. The Beta stood over him and barked, "I'm gonna teach you some damn manners, boy."
Jack stopped Beau with a gentle touch to the arm, "He's not worth it."
It only took Jack's voice and touch to diffuse the teen's anger. Jack shyly offered his hand to the Beta. Beau hesitated only a second before takingJack's hand in his.
Jack smiled when Beau asked in his soft, deep voice, "What now?"
"Now we take a walk and see where the path leads us."
…
The remodeled attic room at casa Winchester-Novak was actually nicer than Sam and Alfie expected.
It was furnished with a comfortable queen bed covered in a cheery botanical print quilt and plump pillows with matching shams. On either side of bed were two mismatched old nightstands with pressed glass lamps. There was one large window installed behind the bed. It was open to let the summers night breeze inside. The semi sheer, white curtains moving gently with the breeze set the cozy scene.
Alfie loved the décor while Sam was just happy the bed looked big enough to hold them both. Dean had offered the room beforehand so Sam could let loose at the party and not worry about driving back to town.
So far Sam accepted what Alfie told him regarding his bought of nausea. Alfie didn't believe he was pregnant and until he found out otherwise there was nothing to tell Sam anyway.
Alfie settled in between Sam's legs, his back against his Alpha's broad chest. Sam placed the container of leftover chocolate chip cookies on Alfie's lap, then handed him the quart of milk.
Sam stroked his mate's soft, creamy skin with the tips of his fingers. When Alfie let out a little sigh of pleasure, Sam smiled to himself.
"Was that sigh because of the cookies or me?"
"Both."
"Do you think you should be eating? You were sick to your stomach just a few hours ago."
"I'm starving though."
"promise you'll stop at six?"
"I already ate seven."
Sam took away the container and put it aside. "Enough. I don't want you getting sick again."
Alfie took Sam's large hands in his and snuggled in his arms. Normally by now they'd be having their nightly fuck but Sam had nixed the sex for tonight. Alfie promised he wouldn't get sick again but Sam wasn't taking any chances.
Sam was thoughtful that way and Alfie was well aware how lucky he was to have an Alpha like Sam.
"Sam, do you think you'd want kids someday?"
"As long as you're the mother."
That made Alfie smile.
"But I want to be financially stable first so I can take care of a family." He kissed Alfie on the shoulder, "Someday, Fifi, just not right now."
Alfie wiggled out of Sam's arms and and shut off the lamp on his side of the bed.
"Goodnight, Sam."
TBC
A/N- Apolgies for the delay in updating the story and my errors this chapter might have. I wrote it on my tablet and had a tough time making corrections. I'll update the chapter once I'm home from post surgical rehab.