For the first time in five days, Castiel woke up completely naturally. No oppressive heat, no maddening need to have sex. As he stumbled away from the sheets towards the shower, he made a mental note to seriously check his heat-suppressants, and then to buy new ones. His stomach was turning in on itself by the time he finished, his appetite for food finally coming back to him. So he left for the kitchen, where he found some of his pack mates sitting around the table.

"And that concludes day number five!" Gabriel announced. "Hey, Cassie! Welcome to the land of the sane and not-horny!"

Collective scowls were sent his way, but Gabe didn't seem to take notice.

"How are you feeling?" Anna asked kindly as Cas settled besides her.

"And how does it feel losing your virginity to Alpha Dean Winchester?" Balthazar added. Gabriel and he exchanged a knuckle bump as Michael growled at them.

The mention of Dean dampened Castiel's mood. Ever since he had left two days earlier, Cas hadn't felt like himself. He felt confused, if not a little annoyed with his wolf.

He finally turned to Anna and said softly, "Good."

"Now would that be an answer to question one, two or both?" Gabriel asked and Castiel shot him an exasperated look. "I'm kidding, Cassie! We're just glad to have you back," he insisted.

Castiel looked around the table. "Where is everyone?" he asked, referring to the missing pack members.

"Alpha Singer called about border patrol, so I've sent Raphael and Uriel over to him," Michael explained. "Inias went out for a run, and Rachel and Hester went for coffee."

Anna snorted at the last part and made a face. A ghost of a smile played on Michael's face as he watched her.

"Are you sure you're all right, mate?" Balthazar asked the Omega. "You look lost in thought."

Castiel shook his head. "It's my suppressants. I'm trying to figure out why they stopped working, because I know I didn't forget to take them."

"Are you sure, Cas? It happens all the time," Anna asked.

"I'm positive. There's no way I forgot," Castiel insisted.

"It doesn't sound like him," Balthazar agreed.

"Is anyone interested in my opinion?" Lucifer's voice suddenly broke out.

Castiel jumped a little. Lucifer hadn't spoken at all since the Omega sat down, the latter hadn't even noticed he was there.

Michael turned to his Beta. "What is it?"

Lucifer grinned toothily. "I'm shocked, none of you even thought of it. Shame on you." To which Gabriel rolled his eyes, then punched his brother in the shoulder. "Ouch, okay, fine.

"So there's this legend, that centuries and centuries ago our wolfy ancestors had soul mates. Wolves mated strictly with their soul mates, spending months, even years, trying to find them. This other half was, in every sense of the word, part of your being. They were so perfect, that when you mated, they completed you so fully in a way no other werewolf could.

"Of course, as time went by, other continents were discovered, world wars came and went, we landed on the Moon, and the population rocketed sky-high. No one had time to search for their perfect mate. In a world of seven billion people, where were you even supposed to start, let alone find your soul mate? So weres started settling for less, relying on their human's interests rather than their wolf's.

"But very rarely, by sheer dumb luck, two soul mates will find themselves at the same place, at the same time. And that's when you should be careful, because your wolf will stop at nothing, not even heat-suppressants, until it's found the other part of its soul." Lucifer smirked smugly into his mug of coffee as he watched his pack members sit in silence. "But hey, that's just my theory."

"Let me get this straight. You think that Winchester," Michael started slowly, "and Cas, our little brother, are soul mates."

"I don't think, Mike, I know," Lucifer returned, and Gabriel rolled his eyes again. Castiel smiled at him. Lucifer was always theatrical.

"That's ridiculous," Michael insisted.

Lucifer adopted a look of sarcastic understanding. "No, of course, you're right."

"Oh, bugger," Castiel heard Balthazar mutter.

"I mean, it's not like Castiel called Dean before his own Alpha when he was in trouble. And it's not like Dean dropped everything like a freaking hot-potato to get to him, and then proceeded to be a protective asshole over him." Lucifer's voice was perfectly calm and even.

Michael tried to speak, but Lucifer was on a roll.

"And what you smelt on him before he left definitely wasn't Cas scenting him like he was private property." He grinned teasingly at his brother. "But, no, like you said. Completely ridiculous. What was I thinking?"

Gabriel whistled low. "I think he's got you there, bro."

Michael shook his head, half-annoyed and half-amused by his sibling's shenanigans. "Cas," he said, still regarding Lucifer.

The Omega suddenly felt nervous as Michael turned to him.

"What are you going to do?"

As equally ridiculous both shows were, Dean somehow preferred the Miami version of CSI over NY. Something about the beach and the sea appealed to him more than the busy city. Or maybe it was just the charismatic guy with the sunglasses.

Dean had no idea what Sam told the pack while he'd been showering. The Alpha sat there, watching TV with Charlie, Sam and Benny, all three pretending like he had never left. Which, OK, he appreciated, but it seriously weirded him out. No one dared to mention the Novak pack, least of all Cas. By every passing hour Dean felt more and more like they expected him to blow up, a bomb just waiting to explode.

As Horatio What's-His-Face and his team found the body of an astronaut, Jessica came up with a tray of food. Lunch, Dean was glad to see, was just good old mac and cheese. Jess left the tray on the coffee table, picked up two plates and sat down in Sam's lap as everyone else moved to grab some food for themselves.

"Bring me up to speed," she demanded as Sam kissed her cheek and took his share from her hand.

"Astronaut had his insides frozen like he'd died in space," Charlie summarized quickly. "That's his crew."

"They did it," Jess called.

"Too obvious. I'm bettin' on the wife," Benny countered.

As the pack started debating about motives, Dean leaned back into the sofa, and munched on his mac and cheese. Nothing beat being home.

He listened to Sam and Jess, who argued it had been the crew that killed the victim, since they had the means. Benny disagreed, while Charlie just wanted to continue watching.

"Shut up! He's talking!" she yelled, and at that moment, the doorbell sounded.

All five heads turned to the stairs, and Dean sniffed the air.

"Wait- Is that-?" he spluttered.

He looked at Sam, who simply shrugged, his brow furrowed. Jessica made a move to get up, but Dean was faster.

"I got it." And with that, he jumped down the stairs.

His heart pounded erratically and blood rushed through his ears while Dean came to a sliding stop. Instantly, his arm felt like lead, as he shakily pressed the knob down. When the door pulled back, Dean's wolf went into a frenzy.

"They stopped because of you," Castiel blurted. The Winchester barely understood what exactly he had stopped when Cas added, "I've also found your sock."

"Huh. Thanks." Dean took the thing in his hands and let Castiel in. "Sorry, what stopped because of me?" he asked.

Castiel looked to the floor before he said, "My heat-suppressants."

And really, Dean wasn't sure if that was a bad or good thing. He felt like a brick dropped on his head. Before he could reply though, he caught a glimpse of the staircase. He scowled at Charlie, who smiled back sheepishly. "Come on," he said to Cas. The two left to his bedroom, and Dean really didn't have time to think about how that must have looked like.

When he turned away from the door, he found Cas looking around a little tentatively. Dean remembered that he had never been in the Alpha's room before. Most of the time, they met outside on neutral ground, and when Castiel did come over, they only stayed in the living room. This was, understandably, somewhat of a shock for him. This room was where Dean's scent was the strongest, and Cas probably sensed it.

Dean shoved his hands into his back pockets and asked, "So, what were you saying about the, uh, heat-suppressants?"

Castiel determinedly stared at the desk, but didn't touch anything. "Sometimes, when two weres meet, their wolves can instantly tell they're a perfect match. They will do everything they can to get the two werewolves mated, because they are part of one whole," he explained. "It's rare, but it happens." He licked his lip as he went on, "Lucifer thinks that, ever since you and I met, we kept spending time together because deep down, we knew it was right. And after I'd spent enough time in your scent, my wolf realized it too."

"So, it brought on your heat?" Dean asked. "To get my attention?"

Castiel nodded, and looked at the Alpha for the first time. The Omega suddenly raised his hand and gently pulled down the collar of his shirt and tipped is head to the side, exposing his neck. Dean knew what it meant. Cas was offering his scent to him. And in all honesty, Dean barely restrained himself from jumping him then and there.

"Cas, you doing this because you feel you need to," Dean asked, "or because you want to? I'm not gonna force you."

"I assure you, it's something I wanted for a long time, even if I didn't realize it at first," he said with a hint of a smile. He lightly challenged, "Now, will you accept it or not?"

Dean smirked at his tone, and took a step forward. His hands rested on Cas' slim hips, while he nosed at his neck, tracing the stretched skin with his teeth The Omega shivered beneath him. Dean mouthed further up, taking in breaths of the scent, nipped at Cas' jawline, his cheek. Their noses finally brushed when he pressed their foreheads together, and for a second, they just breathed. Dean still picked up faint traces of Castiel's heat in his scent as he felt the Omega lick his lips softly.

"I put a lot of energy in scenting you, it's a shame you washed it all away," Cas said, and Dean couldn't believe he was sassing him right then.

"Well, now you get to make up for lost time," Dean informed him.

"It'll take days," the other insisted.

"You can take all the time you need," Dean assured, before he caught Cas' lips possessively and pressed his body flush to the other's.

Dean guided them to the bed as they pawed at each other's clothes, neither sure whether they wanted to take them off or continue kissing. They managed to kick off their shoes and socks, but in the end, Cas fell onto the bed with a yelp, fully dressed. He was spread out on his back, with Dean towering over him, the Omega's cry having broken the kiss.

The Alpha picked at the hem of Castiel's shirt, then pulled it over his head to reveal the pale stretch of his stomach. He nibbled his chest as it rumbled happily, Castiel obviously aroused by the Alpha's dominance. The belt came off quickly, and Cas' trousers (along with his boxers) flew to the other end of the room. Happy with the results, Dean continued caressing Cas' stomach, and growled softly when the Omega stood on his knees, pulling Dean along with him. Cas did quick work of Dean's buttons, then pulled the shirt down to his elbows, stopping to nose and lick at the exposed clavicle. Dean shrugged off the rest himself and tossed it to the side. He would have been perfectly fine with just enjoying Cas' tongue lap at his neck, but the Omega nudged him, insisting that he took off his jeans.

"You're pushy," Dean teased as he undid his belt.

"I'm trying to have sex with you, Dean. Shut up."

The Winchester barked a laugh and tilted Cas' chin to kiss him. He got off the bed briefly to step out of his jeans and underwear, but kept his lips firmly on Castiel's. Once his knees sunk back on the mattress, he settled on top of Cas, hands on either side of his head. Castiel whined for more contact, arching up into Dean, rubbing his scent and pheromones into his skin.

Never one to say no to Cas, Dean pressed down and fell comfortably between his legs. His hips rolled a few times, friction sparking off between them, making the Omega moan into his mouth and trail his hands down the other's back. As Castiel rubbed his head against Dean's, the Alpha started biting at Cas' jaw, neck and shoulders, eager to find the right spot to mark him. The thought of Cas being completely his made his wolf howl inside, made it burn up to the surface. His teeth were bared as a sign of his power, delicately dragging along Cas' collarbone, tongue flat against his skin. The Omega reacted submissively; Castiel stilled, let Dean's wolf explore as he pleased. When Dean nuzzled into the hair behind his ear, Cas' own wolf yipped appreciatively. His scent intensified, taking the closeness as a chance to do some marking of his own.

Dean's lips were back on Castiel's, his wolf extremely pleased with the choice of mate. Feeling a new wave of excitement bubble inside him, he nudged Cas' legs wider and angled his hips better. He watched the Omega as he carefully pushed into him, because Castiel wasn't in heat anymore, his body wasn't as willing as it was then.

"Dean," Castiel said calmly. "We've had sex four times already. I would think you'd know by now I'm not made of porcelain."

"Five," Dean corrected.

Castiel's eyes quirked up. "Excuse me?"

"We've had sex five times."

And to prove a point, Dean's next thrust was considerably more earnest. Cas' back slapped against the mattress, his head dipped into the pillow sharply, groan throaty and surprised. The Alpha grinned as he smashed their lips together, sucked on Cas' lower lip greedily. For every snap of his hips, the other reciprocated in time, drawing out a broken moan from Dean.

Their scents melded together, and Dean felt different than before. He was happier, stronger, a better Alpha. Like he was more complete, like a puzzle piece he didn't even know was missing had fallen into place. It made him grin against Castiel's skin, and his wolf howl inside.

"Mine," he murmured into Cas' ear.

"Yours, Alpha," Castiel agreed with a breathy chuckle, his fingers danced over Dean's shoulder blades.

Nuzzled into his hair, Dean's nose snuffling at his delicious scent. "Say it again."

"I'm yours," Cas rasped. "All yours, Dean."

Dean felt his knot swell at the base. As his thrusts turned more erratic, he bared his teeth again, and sunk them into Castiel's shoulder. The Omega's pheromones exploded. Cas gasped for breath vocally, his come warm between their stomachs, and Dean's knot buried deep inside him. His head dropped into the pillow, body pliant and thoroughly sexed out. Dean licked his own lips in attempt to clean them from the bitter taste of blood, then pressed an open mouth kiss to his Omega's lax lips. He deepened it easily, Cas in no other mood than being pampered and cuddled. Their tongues twirled lazily, slowly. The Alpha carefully shifted Cas on his side, and so he didn't lie on the marked shoulder. Once he pulled him closer into his chest, Dean got a start on cleaning up the bite. It would heal by the morning, save for a bite-mark and a little bruising. Cas shifted against the knot, scooting up closer so Dean could have better access.

"So, how soon can you move in?" he quipped at his mate.

Castiel hummed softly. "For how long do Alphas knot?"

"I've got no idea," Dean admitted. "In the beginning, forty-five minutes maybe? An hour, tops."

"Then in an hour," Castiel murmured, in response to the original question.

Dean pressed against the back of his mate's neck, intent on enjoying the minutes of silence before they had to return to the world outside Dean's bedroom. But for now, it was just the two of them.

The path to the front door seemed eerily quiet, which didn't really soothe Dean.

"Coast seems clear enough," he announced in a whisper.

"Dean, why are we sneaking around in your own house?" Castiel asked as the Alpha lead him along.

"Trust me, the sooner we get out, the better," Dean assured him.

They reached the door without any trouble, and he really thought they'd make it. Until a voice sounded from the stairs.

"Look who decided to show up," Crowley drawled. Sam stood beside him, smiling smugly at his brother.

Dean huffed, but released the damn door knob and turned around.

"So," the Englishman said while he descended, "you two finally tied the knot, then?"

"Hilarious," Dean retorted.

"You're right, I apologize. After all, it's knot my business," Crowley went on as if he didn't hear him.

Sam gave him a light shove as Dean growled at him. "Knock it off, Crowley," the Beta told him sharply. "But seriously Dean, wanna hit a bar when you get back? You know, if you're not tied up later."

"Nice, very nice. Real mature, Sam," Dean grumbled as they burst into laughter. "Maybe later, while you guys go out, we'll do it on the couch."

"Dean, that's not funny-"

"And the kitchen."

"Wait, Dean-!"

The Alpha abruptly shut the door behind him, then felt Cas' hand entwine in his fingers. Green eyes met blue, and Dean felt his annoyance simmer down. They shared a smile before heading towards the Impala.

"You sure you don't wanna just drive and never come back?" Dean asked, turning on the engine.

"No, I kind of like them," Castiel replied. "Did you mean it when you said we'd have sex on your couch?"

"We'll have sex all over the place when they're gone," Dean assured him.

A mischievous glint appeared in Castiel's eyes. "What about the car?"

Needless to say, they arrived at the Novak's forty minutes later than planned.

A/N: Ridiculously short, I know, but it was more of a PWP type than anything else.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, and for the kudos! And if you've read any of my other stories, I just want to use this chance to thank you for that too! Definitely made me feel welcome here :)
The puns at the end are courtesy of Em, my sister.