Sam woke up to the sounds of Dean in the bathroom throwing up. Sam took his time getting up. He's noticed Deans morning throw up time takes about an hour for him to get out of the bathroom. After twenty minutes of scrolling on his phone to the sounds of retching, Sam sat up.

"Dean?" He shouted.

"Yeah, what's up?" He sounded tired.

"How long have you been up?" He looked through his bag for some power bar or trail mix to eat.

"Since 5:40; 5:50?" Dean answered. Sam looked at their alarm clock. It was already 7.

"Are you okay? You're taking a really long time,". He walked to the bathroom and leaned on the door frame. "I don't want to be a nag, but I want to go to a doctors appointment with you. I want to know what's going on,".

"Don't get your panties in a twist," Dean looked back at him. "I just fell asleep on the toilet. Nothing I haven't done before. Nothing you haven't seen before," he smiled his smile that only worried Sam more.

"Fine. If you're going to sit there and die, I'm going to go get some breakfast. What do you want,"

"I would enjoy some miller's light," Dean nodded.

"One: it's 7 in the morning, and two you said it tastes like piss,".

"Better than vomit," Dean shrugged. Sam shook his head and got dressed. Dean listened to his brother as his stomach revolted against him. He waited for him to leave.

During a light throw up session Sam left. Dean let out a sigh. He was dead tired. He lied to Sam. He has been up since one. He didn't know if it was a normal pregnancy thing or his nephilim pup thing. But he could feel it growing. He could feel and see his belly getting bigger. He admitted it was scary. And he knew scary.

He slowly got up and walked to his bed. He grabbed his phone and opened the search engine.

"Omegan pregnancy feel pups growing" he searched up those keywords. He rubbed his tiny mound as he read omega fourms. Some said they could but most said that it was just a trick of the mind. But he knew this was not him going crazy. He wished he could talk to Kelly. Ask her how her pregnancy was. He wished he knew any mother to ask about their pregnancies. At the bottom of the forum was an informational box. He read it.

"First pregnancy? Something new in a secondary pregnancy? Just presented as Omega? Call this number to be connected to a omegan expert. All anonymously!" Dean looked at the number. Then to the door. He got up and locked it. He sat near the window and looked out as his phone dialed the number.

"Omegan health hotline! The only omega run hotline for omegas by omegas. Hi my name is Jessamine. How can I help you?" The girl sounded chipper and happy. Dean hesitated.

"Hey ah,"

"Oh, I'm sorry sir but this hotline is for omegas only. If your mate or wife is an omega we can speak to her directly," she spoke before he could think. He rubbed his face, embarrassed.

"No... I'm an omega... a male omega," he choked out. There was a pause.

"Oh.. I think we have- one minute, I'm just going to put you on hold," she didn't let him answer again before shitty hold music blared through his phone. He sighed as he watched for Sam coming back. After a few minutes he was just about to hang up before someone answered.

"Hello this is the Omegan health hotline. The only omega run hotline for omegas by omegas. I'm Mark. How can I help you?" A male voice asked. Dean perked up.

"You're... a male omega?"

"Yes I am, and I assume you are too?" He seemed to laugh.

"Yeah I am. I just... never met a- or heard another male omega before,".

"Oh I've helped a small handful. But what can I do for you?"

Dean was a little in shock. Omegas are the least populated secondary gender about 14% of the world are omegas. And less than 1% of that are male omegas. He shook his head and took in a breath.

"It's.. my first pregnancy. I'm a little lost on a few things and I don't like not knowing what's going on,".

"I remember my first pregnancy. I must have called this hotline a dozen times. Don't worry. What's your question?"

"Alright, well- first I think I can feel my- pup growing. Is that normal?"

"Some omegas claim they can feel the conception, and growth of their pups but there is no science behind it. It's just you being a little over sensitive,".

"That's the first time someone has called me sensitive," Mark and Dean chuckled.

Dean talked to this other male omega for almost ten minutes before he heard the door knob jiggle. He looked outside. He didn't notice that Sam was back.

"Shit- look I gotta go. But I can ask for you if I need to call again right?"

"Absolutely. Remember, it's Mark. I'm the only male omega here so it won't be hard, I look forward to hearing from you,".

"Thanks again," he hastily hung up and put away his phone as Sam opened the door. Sam looked around, looking worried. He caught Deans eyes. He let out a relieved sigh.

"Dean," he put plastic bags on the table, " why did you lock the door?"

"I did?" Dean could have slapped himself for that lie. Sam looked at the door and back at dean.

"Huh. Maybe I locked it," he shrugged it off. Dean was pleasantly surprised by that. He pulled the bag of food towards him. He dug through it. He pulled out a protein bar and ate it. As he ate he went over to his bag and took out his day by day medicine calendar. He opened the correct day, Tuesday, and took his horse pills. He didn't notice Sam watching him.

He stretched and threw away the bars' wrapper.

"Ready to cruise the town?" Sam nodded. He threw the keys at Dean.

"I'll be out. I need the bathroom. Start her up, I'll be there in a second,". He waved. Dean nodded and headed outside.

As soon as he shut the door Sam went straight for Dean's bag. He pulled out the medicine calendar. He pulled out a pill with the most writing on it. He typed quickly; putting in the details of the pill. It took him less than 10 seconds to find the pill type and brand. Sam stood still as he read the information.

"Prenatal vitamin?" He asked aloud. He shrugged it off and grabbed the next pill. Again the search came with the same answer. A different type of prenatal vitamin. He pressed his luck and searched up a third pill.

"What the hell?"