"It wouldn't starve him," Rowena explained.
"You literally just said he would feel like he's starving!" Sam blocked her with his body in front of Deans door.
"Feel like he's starving. He would only feel as if he was starving until he is truly full of a good meal!" She held up the warm potion in her hand, "Sam, he hasn't eaten in three days. That's not good for him or the babe, and you know it,".
"He'll come out soon," Sam wasn't confident in his words. Jack and Crowley stood back watching them.
"I think we should Sam. I bet he hasn't taken his vitamins either," Jack was worried for Dean. Crowley stood there quietly watching. Sam looked at the worried boy. He sighed and moved out of Rowenas way. She entered and closed the door behind her.
"Hey there," she sweetly greeted her boy. Dean sat at his desk, staring at an open book that hadn't been touched for hours. She sat at the end of the bed, facing the back of Deans head. "How are we doing? Have we been taking our vitamins?" Dean didn't move or answer. Rowena nodded. She looked at his desk and saw one of her elixirs, empty, sitting there. She stood up and looked at it. It was her morning sickness cure. "Ah, so you're still having morning sickness in your second trimester? Poor bastard," she brushed her fingers through his hair. "I'll whip you up some more, don't you fret,". There was silence between them. She looked at the door and sighed. "Back in my day we were called "hidden" omegas, did you know that?" That sparked something in Dean.
"We?" He asked in a horse voice. It was the first time he spoke in days. Rowena nodded.
"Yes, I'm an omega. Always have been. You think it's bad today to be an omega, just think back to where random men were allowed to raid your house and bent you over, lifting your dress to check. I was lucky. I was quick to hide when that time came. The several dozen times they came. No one knew. Not even Fergus's' sire. Humm- doubt Fergus knows himself," she smiled. Dean looked at the book. He looked at the words but they made no sense. He turned to the woman.
"Why tell me this?". She returned to her place on Deans bed. She clasped her hands together.
"I don't know for sure, but I've pieced together that the angel is the sire," her smile faded. Dean nodded.
"A nephilim. Just like Jack," Dean admitted.
"Your heart must be bleeding,".
"Sure in hell feels that way,". She nodded and looked at the elixir in her hand.
"You can't stop living because the one you love is gone. It isn't good for you or your babe,". She sighed, "I should know. If I wasn't so stubborn I would have died after Fergus was born. I know you're that stubborn too, so I'm not that worried," she paused. "I just... don't want to see you hate your babe just as I tried to hate mine. It ruins everything,". She spoke honestly. Dean looked down at his belly. He didn't know how to feel about his pup. He was already in love with it but... something in him said that if it was gone he could have Cas. "Come on out and eat, please. If not for yourself, for the pup," she asked, "I don't want to be forced to pour this down your throat. It won't be pleasant and you may be hungry for days: so please, Dean. Come on out and have something. Everyone's worried about you," she held her breath. She waited for him to do something. He slowly nodded, and stood up. She stood up along with him. She placed her hand on his back.
"Let's get you a nice warm meal in ya," she followed him out of his room. Sam, Jack, and Crowley sat in the kitchen. They saw the two omegas enter. Sam closed his eyes and sighed in relief.