"You're dead," Dean couldn't believe his eyes. He poured the demon a drink.

"You really think I would have gone out like that? Yes... saving everyone and sealing the rift was great and all but... I didn't like being dead. So here. I. Am," they sat across from each other in the library.

"So, you're laying low?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Crowley relaxed into his chair, "I'm taking time for myself. Learning just who is Crowley. Am I truly the king of hell, or do I work best as just another crossroads demon?" He paused, "I'm thinking of taking up knitting," his slight smile dissipated, "Unfortunately I made the mistake of going to my mother when I faked my death. I've been living with the witch ever since,". Dean nodded his head.

"She's probably happy to have you back. She was real torn up when you died,". Crowley sighed.

"Yes she... has been acting differently. More affectionate. More annoying," he didn't look happy.

"Yeah- well that's a moms job," Dean nodded, "believe me, I love my mom but- damn," Dean rubbed the bridge of his nose. He didn't want to get into it. They paused for a moment.

"I heard that the son of Lucifer is now on your side," he snapped his fingers rapidly, "Jake? Josh?"

"Jack," Dean answered, "yeah. He's been through a lot for a two year old, but he has a soul now and a soul crushing job too. So things are looking up,".

"That's fantastic. I can't wait to meet the tyke," Crowley smiled. "Oh, and speaking of nephilims, I heard there's another one on the way," he leaned over the table and rested his head on his hands. Deans swallowed a lump in his throat.

"I'm not telling you where it is," Dean stood his ground. Crowley just smiled.

He took a big swig of his liquor, emptying the drink. He shook the glass. Dean poured him another one.

"I also heard that the Winchesters were out of commission," Dean nodded.

"Yep, take'n a little vacation,". Crowley just continued to smile.

"Really? Then why did your brother leave on a hunting trip without you?" He stuck his lip out and playfully pouted.

"He's a workaholic," Dean smirked, "some people just don't know how to relax,". He paused, "wait- how did you-".

"That's good to know that my ghost summoning was worth it," He blinked slowly. Dean set up straight.

"Wait... you summoned that ghost he's after?" The demon nodded. "Why?" Dean wished he wasn't alone with this man.

"You see, there's a joke going around in demon circles that Dean Winchester is really a beta and is pregnant with his brothers pup," Dean gagged. "That's what I thought," he toasted his drink and took it in one shot. "But it got me thinking. What if our little omega Dean Winchester is pregnant?" Dean quietly refilled his drink. "I asked around, cashed in a few favors, had my friends just watch you and your brother and that pet of yours. And one of my friends overheard you and your brother out on a walk talking about a pup. More specificity, your pup." He paused. "Would you like to explain that to me?"

He had Dean cornered. Sure, Crowley was only a beta, but he was one of few betas that could give an order. He could either come clean or try to fight off another order. No. Crowley doesn't play like that. He wouldn't use an order if he could get the truth out some other way.

"Nope. I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean leaned back in his own chair. Crowley pursed his lips and nodded.

"Fair enough... say," he paused, "why don't you have this drink for me?" He pushed the glass towards Dean.

"I'm working on my 12 steps, but thanks," Dean pushed it back.

"I won't tell a soul if you don't," he pushed it again. Dean took in a breath and let it out. He looked at the drink. He grabbed it and put it to his lips. He hovered there for a moment. He dropped it back down on the table. He sighed.

"You caught me," he smiled, playing it cool, "I'm pregnant,". Crowleys smiled deepened.

"Congratulations, my friend! You're going to be a terrible father. I really think you will," he snapped and pointed at him. Dean blew air out of his nose.

"Thanks for the encouragement,".

"That's exactly what my lover said when I got her pregnant," he tilted his head up.

"So you trick Sam into leaving just to make fun of me for getting knocked up?"

"Basically," he smiled, "but I can't help but wonder just who the sire is,".

"That's none of your business, bud," Dean tried to warn him away.

"Sure of course, if the omega wants his privacy, I'll give him privacy," Crowley acted as if he was being genuine. Dean wanted to take what he said at face value.

Crowley shifted his body.

"Have I even told you about your heat we spent together?"

"No, and I don't want to hear about it," Dean protested.

"You are such a whiny omega," he squinted and smiled, "'please knot me, fill me up, breed me, please,'," he mocked him. "I loved it. I truly did. Watching Dean Winchester the high and mighty alpha turn out to be a slicked up, horny omega, begging to be filled with demon seed was an amazing experience I will never forget," Dean had an idea he was whiny and begged during his heats. "Just thinking about it now gets me all riled up,".

"Down boy," Dean pointed at him. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't worry. In fact every time I think about it, a sour memory comes along with it," his smile dissipated.

"What's that?" Crowley looked into Dean's eyes.

"Your love for the Angel, Castiel," Deans heart stopped.

"How did you know I-" he stopped himself, "how?"

"Oh, you are such a careless lover. Every thrust, every knot, pleasing and teasing, catering to you, every second my cock was deep inside you, you called out his name. Even during breaks where I fed you and cleaned you, you still insisted on calling me 'Cas'. It always spoils my mood,". He pouted. Dean glared at him. He didn't know he did that. Did he do that with all of his heats? Sure, he would always imagine he was with Cas when he was with a man. But he never called out his name.

"You won't tell him," it was a demand. Crowley scoffed.

"Of course not. It's much more fun to watch you pine after forbidden fruit. Love and lust after something you can never have," he paused, "or should never have had,". Dean froze.

"What are you saying,". Crowley smiled as if he had a prize winning pig. He leaned on the table and ran his finger along the rim of the drinking glass.

"I'm not saying anything at all," he shrugged. Dean glared at him. Crowley's face perked up with faux surprise, "you know what is a swell idea?" He paused, "your pup and the nephilim pup having little play dates! Isn't that adorable? Two little spawns that were never meant to be playing and becoming the best of friends,". Dean tightened his lips. "When they get older they can hunt together! A real story book friendship... unless," he paused, "it is a little strange that you just happen to be pregnant at the same time the nephilim is conceived. Did you have a pregnancy pact with an Angel?" He smirked, "or maybe, now I'm going out on a limb here, but just maybe, someone spent his heat with the Angel Castiel, and is in big trouble?"

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

This couldn't be happening. Crowley guessed right. He knew the truth. He laid out his whole thinking process, taunting Dean every step of the way. Teasing him with possible ignorance, then cutting him down with correct hypotheticals.

"So Deany," he started back up again, "are you going to lie to my face again?" Crowley didn't break eye contact. Deans mind raced. Excuse after excuse came up but was quickly dashed away. Deans heart raced. He was in serious trouble.

After a minute of saying nothing, Crowley laid back in his seat, smug and victorious.

"Are you going to try to take it?" Dean asked.

"You will have to invite me to the pup shower," he avoided answering.

"Crowley," Deans voice was low, "are you going to try to take my pup,". Crowley's face turned from happy to a little disappointed.

"I would never take a pup from its dam," Crowley tsked, "no I came here to make a deal with you, Dean." He smiled again.

"I've got a soft spot for you, you know that well," Dean nodded, " I want to see you grow and thrive and be... free. But how could you ever do that with not only your hunting obligations, but also having a pup on your hip? And of course you have to keep that pup under extra protection because of its heritage," Dean was getting tired of Crowleys' game.

"Spit it out,".

"I offer you protection for the little one, and you and Sam and Jack can go on all of the hunting trips that your little hearts can desire. All I want in return is you," he stopped talking.

"Want me to what?" Dean waited for him to continue.

"That's it Dean. I . Want. You," Deans eyes widened.

"You want me?"

"Yes, in exchange for yours and your pups protection, all I ask is that you be my bonded omega," Dean could have thrown up right there. He didn't want to be anyone's but Cas's' omega. The thought of being someone's... toy was disgusting. Dean stood up violently. "Sit down," Crowley ordered. Deans body immediately sat back in his chair.

"Fuc-"

"Stay quiet," Deans lips tightened. He couldn't open them. Crowley adjusted his position and continued. "Like I said, you, your pup can live in this bunker, you can go hunting all you like. All I ask is that I become your beta," he took in a sharp breath, "I'll live here too, to take care of the babe and to have you service me when I please, like a good obedient omega should do," Deans blood boiled. He wanted to jump across the table and beat the shit out of him. Crowley stood up and straightened his clothes. "Think about it Dean," he took Deans chin and rubbed it with his thumb gently. "With me as your beta, protecting your pup, only god himself can kill it," Crowley started to walk away. He paused and turned back to Dean. "You can return to normal when I leave," he released the order.

Dean heard him leaving but could do nothing about it. As soon as he heard the metal door shut his body was free. He immediately jumped up and ran to the door. It was nearly seconds but by the time he looked outside he was gone. He wanted to explore further but Sams order was still in place. He couldn't leave the bunker until he returned.

Dean returned to the library and rubbed his scent gland. His said bonded omega, didn't he?