"You're not going, Dean." Sam says on the bed, laces his shoes and glances up to see his brother crossing his arms over his slightly swollen belly.
"It's just a bunch a kids meddling in witchcraft, why can't I?" Dean snaps back, stubbornly.
"You know exactly why!" He stands up from the edge of the bed and shrugs his coat on, "You heard what Bobby said, no stressing situations and that defiantly means hunts."
"They're just a group of kids!"
"You and the baby could still get hurt and I'm not risking it, you're staying put." Sam walks over to his brother and places his hands on his shoulders, feeling the tense and frustration in them. "Hey, don't give me that look. You know ok just trying to protect you."
"But all I've been doing is staying cooped up in motel room while my baby brother is out risking his life." He mouths, "You know what it's like to stay up all night wondering if you'll come back? Constantly thinking that you could be hurt and I'm not there to help!?"
"I know it must be tough but it's what we've to deal with right now." He rubs his brother's upper arms, trying to comfort him. "We could always have you stay with Bobby."
"We better fucking not!" Dean snaps, Sam could feels the frustration coming off his mate and tries to comfort him.
"Alright, Alright. I won't do that to you, ok? But you're staying put." Sam presses a quick kiss to his brother's lips before the omega could make anymore of a fuss and wraps his arms around his waist, letting his head rest against Dean's. "And I'll try to be back as soon as possible, ok?"
"Do you at least want me to go get diner?" He huffs, his hands sliding up Sam's chest to wrap them around his neck. "I can go pick something up at the store down the road."
"Are you sure you don't me to-" Sam teases, trying to force back a smirk from his face.
"Let me have something to do! Damn it, Sammy!"
"Alright, alright!" A laugh slips from his lips as he presses another kiss to his cheek, "The walk would be good for you too."
His hands moves from his waist to the bump of his belly, letting his fingers linger there and caress it with affection. Dean, still being a little self-conscious about all the weight he's gain, want to shy away from his touch and wrap himself up in a hoodie.
"Fresh air would be good too," Dean mutters, loving the way his brother was nuzzling him. Sam pulls away before Dean could get too comfortable and grabs a bag from the chair, shrugging it on his shoulder.
"I'll be back as soon as I can," He gives the omega a quick kiss, "Be careful, it should be getting dark soon."
Dean gives him a look of annoyance and raises a brow.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" He crosses him arms again. Ever since he told Sam that he was pregnant, he's been treating him like a totally different person. "I'm not helpless, I can handle picking things up at the store."
"I know that, Dean but you're pregnant. You have to be careful."
"You think I don't know that? I'll be careful, ok?" He gives a groan, running his hand through his hair with annoyance. "Don't worry about me, I'm a big boy that know how to handle myself." He steps up to the moose and wraps his arms around his neck, staring up at him affectionately. "Now you, you better do the same. Be careful, ok?"
"I will." Sam leans down to kiss him, wrapping his arms around him to give him and quick hug then leans down to kiss the bump of his belly. "I'll be back soon, I love you both."
"You too." He mutters, watching as Sam closes the door behind him. Dean looks down at at his belly and places his hand on it. "I don't know about you but daddy's a little hungry, lets go grab a bite to eat."
Dean couldn't help it when he found himself looking through baby clothing, cute little onesies and booties. Oh, they're going to have to get lots of things, clothes, food, bottles, diapers, car-seat, crib...
"Damn it," He mutters to himself, they don't even have a place they can call home for their child. Dean lays the onesies he been looking at back on the rack and runs his hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh, They've been talking about getting at place near Bobby's but still haven't found a house for sell.
"Excuse me?" A hand rests on his elbow and brings him out of his thoughts. "I'm sorry but I couldn't help but to notice you looking at infant clothes."
"Ah, yeah." Dean says, "We're kinda new at this...parenting thing."
It was a mid-aged omega woman and her Alpha Husband.
"Well, if you and your alpha don't mind," She looks at her husband before turning back to Dean, "Our children are grown up and we don't mind...to give you all of their old baby clothes and bottles."
"R-really? You don't have to do that." Dean shifts back and forth on his feet nervously, it's showing through his smile.
"It's no trouble at all," The man spoke, he rests his hand on his wife's shoulder. "We know exactly how hard it is to start out and we're getting rid of stuff anyway."
"Might as well give it to someone who needs it." The woman adds.
Dean stares at them both, speechless. He didn't know these two, he was just a stranger.
"T-thank you." He finally get out, "we'd really appreciate it."
"We don't live too far from here if you want to stop by and pick them up, they're already in boxes." She offers, taking out a notepad and pen from her purse. "You can even bring your mate."
"I'll be sure to tell him," He nods, watching as she wrote down her address and hands it to him. "Thank you both so much, this really means a lot."
"It's better to be set then sorry," The man jokes, "We'll see you later, still have some things to get."
"Yeah, me too." He says, "and thank you both so much."
Dean goes to get more things on his list and pays for his things, waving to the couple as he past them in the parking lot.
He takes out his phone and shoots a quick text to Sam.
'Hey, we've been given some baby things. We'll get them later today when you get back.'
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