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Scene 1: Character introduction
“You smell so good, sweet Omega.”
Dean craned his head back and mewled, not feeling the least embarrassed because why should he? Not much else to do when the Alpha he loved was balls deep in his ass and hugging him tightly as he pounded him into the mattress.
Dean was so close. He was so slick it was making squelching sounds every time Cas drove into him. It ran down his thighs, staining the sheets and filling the room with the scent of pleasured Omega. And yes, he could smell it too, the underlying cloying scent of his impending heat. Cas was sure to notice too. Not much Dean could do about that either and at this moment he didn’t even care.
Cas was scraping his teeth along Dean’s taut neck, sharp canines promising the perfect bite for his mate and Dean wanted it, wanted it more than air.
“So tight.” Cas rumbled and Dean only moaned in answer.
His own dick was hard as diamond, trapped beneath him and the bed, leaking all over the already stained sheets. His balls were pulled up so tight they were practically inside him and even though male Omega sperm was impotent it would still shoot out of him when he came and fucking hell, it always felt fantastic.
Dean liked to play with his dick, probably more than male Omegas usually did, but with Cas he only needed the Alpha’s cock in his ass and he would be rearing to come in minutes. Cas was the perfect fit. The right size, the right thickness, the right techniques. Yes, Cas was simply perfect.
Too bad he wasn’t actually Dean’s mate.
“I’m gonna come.” Cas rasped and Dean unconsciously spread his legs wider, back arching to try and present even though the Alpha had covered his whole back with his bulk.
“Knot me.” Dean gasped. “Fuck I need it, Cas.”
“You smell so—” Cas cut himself off with a groan and rose to sit on his knees, strong hands on Dean’s round ass. “Are you in heat?”
Goddamnit, Dean didn’t want to talk about this. Like all Omegas, Dean was only fertile during his heats, which was why he never had sex during them, no matter how much he wanted to. He could use heat suppressants or at least birth control pills but he had tried and they made him depressed — like suicidal — and he couldn’t deal with that as an actor, let alone as a human being trying to function. So he chose to have his heats and he kind of liked them, but he always spent them alone.
Heats were personal and only shared with someone beloved, whether a trusted friend or a mate — both of which Dean would have liked to count Cas as — but Dean didn’t want anyone other than Cas and Cas only seemed to think of Dean as a casual friend/sex buddy. And while Dean was fine with that on a normal basis he knew he wouldn’t be able to control his feelings during his heats and he would hate to ruin what little he had with Cas. And doing it with someone else was simply unthinkable — had been unthinkable for years. Plus, Dean was honestly a little scared that he would be forgetful of condoms during his heats since he usually didn’t need them.
So Dean spent his heats alone and thought about Cas, only sleeping with the Alpha during the approximately three and a half weeks reprieve between his heats. It was getting more and more difficult to keep to his own rules, though…
“Not until next week.” He moaned and gave himself kudos for not having to lie. Tomorrow was Monday, so that counted as next week, right? Sure, Monday was only two hours away but Dean was never early so he was safe. They were safe.
“I can’t—damn—you smell too good.”
With one mighty thrust Dean felt Cas’ full knot push inside and he cried out when the pleasure overwhelmed him. He came right as Cas was pumping him full of his potent Alpha seed. Babbling, he pushed back, trying to take Cas even deeper, trying to get all of that Alpha release inside him, greedy to keep it inside.
Cas collapsed on top of Dean when a second orgasm washed out of him. Dean whined and craned his neck to the side, showing off to the Alpha, showing him right where to bite him to make it count. Cas nuzzled right up and sighed contently.
“Damn, Dean.” Cas mumbled, smiling against Dean’s sweaty skin. “Sweet Omega.”
Too close, was all Dean could think. Only two hours.
Fuck his stupid heat.
*****
“I would rather you not talk to me in such a manner.” Dean stared with saddened indignation at the three Betas sitting at the table in front of him. “It’s undignified for you, not to mention your house.”
He rested the script back against his chest, waiting with patience as the Betas at the table stared at him. He could feel tears wetting the corners of his eyes but decided that yes, that would be appropriate. His character was angry but why wouldn’t he be sad as well? He had after all just been accused of having an affair, and by his husband at that.
The Betas at the table sat quiet, though, and Dean’s nerves took over. He hated auditions in general but for some reason callbacks were worse. They shouldn’t be, logically, right? Because getting a callback meant that he had done something right at the first audition so now he had every right to be more confident, right?
Well he wasn’t. Dean loved being an actor and even though he hadn’t starred in anything major yet he was considered pretty good — some even said up-and-coming but those people were mostly his friends and overly proud Alpha baby brother — and he knew he had more to give. Wanted to show the world how much he loved this.
And, to be honest he really loved this script. At first he had only auditioned for one of the male leads and hadn’t known much more than that he would be playing the Omega husband of a powerful Alpha during the American civil war.
Now that he had gotten a callback he had gotten the opportunity to read the entire script and had found out that it would focus less on the actual war and more on the internal conflicts in their house. Mainly the conflicts between him and his husband and how that would drive him into the arms of one of the Alpha servants, who coincidentally had a bone to pick with Dean’s character’s husband because of things that had happened between them during the war.
So yes, it was more of a drama than Dean had imagined to begin with, but he felt himself drawn to his character and to the struggles of being a male Omega in that era, conflicted with a husband who wanted to possess him more than love him and a servant who seemed to want to actually love him but that Dean couldn’t be certain didn’t do it just to hurt the other Alpha.
Actually, if Dean was completely honest, he was a sucker for dramas so that probably helped.
Yeah, he wanted this part, wanted to portray this character, and the longer the Betas at the table were quiet the more nervous he got. He was waiting for the one in the middle — the casting director’s assistant, a Mr. Stover — to read the next line, the line of the husband, but he was just staring intently at Dean.
“I think,” the casting director — Ms. Hanscum — started, glancing at her colleagues. “That we most definitely have found our Danny Westom.”
Dean couldn’t help but smile, and he looked almost shyly at the other two. Mr. Stover and Ms. Hanscum he knew from other movies he had read for and not gotten the part, but the third member at the table was new to Dean and he was by far the most unnerving one.
He was a scraggly looking Beta, beard covering his face in an unruly manner and he was staring at Dean with his mouth open and eyes shining. Dean couldn’t smell much of the man but that wasn’t weird considering he was sitting a few feet away and was a Beta. But Dean kind of wished he could because it looked like the man would either start applauding or cry.
“I agree.” Mr. Stover said and turned to the scraggly Beta. “Mr. Edlund?”
Dean felt a flutter in his stomach. “Hang on.” He said and took a step towards the man. “Carver Edlund?”
“You-you can call me Chuck.” The man stammered and looked somewhere between scared and pleased. Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Carver Edlund who wrote the Supernatural books?” Dean loved those books. “Are you the writer for this movie?” Please, please, let it be so. Dean had always wanted to work with Edlund, ever since he heard that the Beta had stopped writing books to pursue a career in movies. So far he hadn’t seen anything by the man but maybe his luck had change.
Mr. Edlund looked bashful and almost squirmed in his seat. “The same.” He mumbled to the table.
Ms. Hanscum laughed. “Mr. Edlund is a huge fan of yours, Mr. Winchester.”
“Me?” Dean almost balked. “I, I mean, I love your previous works, Mr. Edlund.”
“Chuck is fine…” Mr. Edlund mumbled.
Mr. Stover put his script down on the table and folded his hands over it with a smile. “Mr. Edlund wanted to cast you as Danny but both Donna and I agreed that since you haven’t starred in very much you had to audition. However, I think we can all be certain that you will make a great addition to our team.”
Dean felt so light he thought he might soar out the window. He was always ecstatic to get parts, especially ones that he really wanted, but to also be working on a movie by Carver Edlund — to have him specifically ask for Dean — felt divine.
“I,” he checked himself so he wouldn’t sound unprofessional even though all he wanted to do was run up and kiss Mr. Edlund on his blushing cheeks. “I would love that.”
“Great.” Ms. Hanscum exclaimed, cheerful as ever. “We’ll be in touch with your manager and give him the details.”
Dean nodded even though he would be the first one to call Bobby as soon as he was out the doors.
“Can I ask, I know I’m not supposed to,” he glanced at Mr. Edlund, found the man staring intently at him and drew strength from that. “But can I ask if the roles of Danny’s husband and lover have been filled?”
Mr. Stover looked to Ms. Hanscum and she shrugged. “I don’t see why not and yes they have. Charles Westom will be played by Benny Lafitte and Edward Smith by Castiel Novak.”
“Cas-tiel.” Dean coughed to hide the familiarity implied by the nickname. Fuck Cas for not saying anything about auditioning for this. If Dean had known Cas would be playing his lover then he would have worked even harder to get the part.
“Yes.” Mr. Edlund exclaimed excitedly. “He auditioned for Charles but as soon as I saw him I knew he was perfect for Edward, destined even, if I could get you to play Danny.”
Dean tried to hide how his whole body stiffened with the implications. Faith was both a dick and a match-maker, it seemed.
“Is that so?” he asked and hoped he sounded as cheerfully interested as he was trying to sound.
Ms. Hanscum laughed again. “He was surprised when Mr. Edlund asked him to read for Edward instead but he was happy to do it, he said. And he really was perfect.”
“Not to mention what great chemistry you two have, if your latest collaboration is any indication.” Mr. Stover added with a smile and Dean couldn’t help but smile as well.
Sure, the last movie Dean and Cas had starred in together had been an action movie and neither had had big parts and they certainly hadn’t been romantically involved but the audience had loved their characters’ easy banter and Dean had loved it as well. Cas was easy to work with and a welcomed company in the long hours between shoots.
Not to mention how they usually ended up spending those long hours and how relaxed it always made Dean. Yeah, Dean couldn’t wait to get back to filming with Cas again, even if playing his lover might prove a little too close to home. Then again, Cas always advocated method acting so why not?
Benny Lafitte he knew next to nothing about except that he had starred in one or two Hollywood blockbusters and probably would be the headliner for the movie. Dean liked what he had seen on screen and hoped the actor wasn’t a diva, at least.
“I’ve looked forward to this ever since my manager called me about it but now I feel even better about it.” He winked at Mr. Edlund and saw the Beta’s eyes shine with uncontained excitement. “Let’s make this one hell of a movie.”
*****
“You never told me you auditioned for Worthy.” Dean mumbled as they lay in a post-orgasmic haze after their latest get-together. Damn, Cas was great at making Dean’s mind all foggy. He had wanted to talk about this the moment Cas walked into Dean’s apartment, almost too excited about the prospect of filming with Cas again. “I’m playing Danny by the way.”
“I know.” Cas was grinning when Dean turned to look at him. “I didn’t know you were auditioning for it but when my manager told me I was incredibly glad.”
Dean’s chest felt tight. He wanted to reach out and trace Cas’ pec, roll over and kiss the Alpha slowly like a real lover. But fuck-buddies didn’t do that, right? He stayed where he was, content with feeling Cas’ body heat where they still touched. Cas hadn’t knotted him tonight but the Alpha had flopped down beside Dean after they were done anyway. He did that sometimes, not often enough for Dean’s love-starved heart, but sometimes.
“Me too, Alpha.” Dean mumbled, eyes lowered.
“You smell very sweet.” Cas suddenly said and Dean looked up with a confused frown.
“I just came my brains out, dude.”
Cas rolled over to almost face-plant against Dean’s neck, inhaling deeply. Dean’s heart just about stopped.
“Sweeter than usual. I like it.”
Dean pushed him off with a laugh. “You’re insane.” He got up, shaking his head at the alluring Alpha growl Cas let out to keep him in bed.
Cas’ words stuck with him for the coming few days, though. The Alpha was now the third person to comment on Dean’s scent getting sweeter and he was starting to think he would have to look into it because he was well past his heat and should only smell like his normal apple-leather scent.
Scene 2: Central conflict
Working with Benny turned out to be exceedingly easy and fun. Sure, Benny’s character had nothing but contempt for Dean’s character, despite the two being married, but the actor himself proved to be a considerate and patient person.
And he was kind of handsome, too, in a scruffy bear-like way. His scent was spicy and reminded Dean of bell peppers and yeah, it was appealing. Dean had been thinking for a long while that he should stop having sex with Cas — stop tormenting himself — and maybe an Alpha like Benny could have been a great alternative.
Too bad Dean felt next to nothing when they kissed during filming. Plus, Benny told him he was trying to woo a Beta called Andrea but that he was having difficulties getting along with her family, who didn’t think acting was a real profession.
Dean thought it was kind of for the best anyway. It would be stupid trying to initiate something with Benny when Cas was on set as well. And oh boy, the Alpha was everywhere, smelling so good of his usual cinnamon-blueberry that Dean went cross-eyed every time Cas walked in the door. It was both great luck and cosmic injustice that Cas was to play-pretend to be Dean’s lover in this movie.
Because Cas was so good at it, goddamn. Dean found himself swooning in the middle of the night, just remembering their scenes.
Anyway, the bomb was dropped on Dean in the second week of filming. They were a bit behind but the director, Jody Mills, was confident and ruled with an iron fist so no one was really concerned. However, the delay with some parts of the set meant that Jody had made the decision to jump ahead to a few of the love scenes between Dean and Cas — or, Danny and Edward, as it were.
Dean wasn’t in the least concerned with this since he and Cas had kissed innumerable times before. It didn’t occur to him just how that would affect him until the cameras were rolling, though. Edward was forceful in his desperation to hold the man he loved and Danny was supposed to be the voice of reason this early on. Sure, Danny and Charles weren’t mated, theirs was a marriage of convenience, and Edward might well be Danny’s true mate but still, he should advocate reason.
Only, you know, Edward was good at kissing…
“I can’t take this, Danny.” Edward growled as he raked his fingers down Danny’s back. Danny arched against the Alpha with a whine and Edward responded by pushing him up against a wall. “To hell with your husband.” He spat out the last word with disgust and oh shit, shit.
“Uh…”
Edward’s nose twitched, no doubt scenting the fresh slick trickling out of Danny in response to Edward’s possessive behavior. But it was wrong, wasn’t it? Sure, Edward was possessive over Danny but Danny wasn’t supposed to like it this much, not yet.
Dean was messing it up and that was his slick and fuck, he could see Cas’ pupils dilate as they both broke character.
“Dean?” the Alpha all but croaked, hopefully too low for the microphone to pick up.
Dean was saved in the nick of time by Jody roaring “Cut!” and he breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Sorry Cas.” He murmured. “Stop being fucking awesome at seduction, okay?”
Cas huffed out a laugh just as Jody’s assistant Garth walked up to them. Garth was a Beta so Dean could only hope that his nose wasn’t sensitive enough to catch the scent of his arousal, now cloying to Dean and clearly enticing to poor Cas.
“What’s up, you guys?”
“I forgot my lines.” Dean stated loudly and cheerfully. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” He added, looking straight at Jody. She nodded and didn’t appear angry, just a little frowny but that was her normal face. “Can we take a short break?”
“Yes.” Cas agreed. “I need water.”
Jody threw her hands up but Dean knew this was actually a pretty lenient movie set. Garth just nodded with a smile and turned to yell at the crew to take ten. Everyone split in different directions and when Cas made to follow Dean, Dean turned to shake him off.
“I just gotta freshen up.” He winked and couldn’t help smiling at how Cas perked up.
“I could…” he quieted, seemed to check himself, and then smiled kindly. “I’ll wait here.”
Dean nodded quietly, too excited about the thought that maybe Cas had wanted to come and help him with cleaning off slick. Cas was a good Alpha, that was all. All good Alphas wanted to make sure Omegas, and Betas to a lesser extent, were happy and comfortable. It was instinctual and not something to get excited about.
Cas was just being his usual helpful self and Dean shouldn’t feel light as air because of it. It was weird. In fact, it was so weird that it stuck with Dean the whole day. Sure, he was in love with Cas but he didn’t usually act foolish because of it, he had better control than that. He couldn’t let the thought go and as he sat on the couch in his trailer he started thinking about the last couple of weeks. Hadn’t he been unusually clingy and responsive when it came to Cas?
And, for instance, why hadn’t he been more interested in starting something with Benny? He should have been more interested at least before he got to know that Benny already had someone on his mind. And if he was being completely honest, he hadn’t slept with anyone since he first befriended Cas four years ago, and certainly not during the last two years since he and Cas first started doing… what the hell they were even doing.
“And I don’t want to either.” He said out loud to no one in particular since he was alone in his trailer. “I only want Cas.”
Yes, that felt good to say. He had known for a few months that he had actually fallen for his friend but he hadn’t really admitted it out loud and suddenly that was all he wanted to do. His whole body flushed, not from arousal, but from pure pleasure at calling Cas his Alpha, his mate, and he had his phone in his hand and was ready to call the Alpha when he caught himself.
“What the fuck’s wrong with me?” he muttered and threw his phone down. “You’d think I was in heat.” He laughed at himself and downed the last of his soda, smacking his lips at the sugary taste and wishing it was whisky instead. But Dean didn’t drink during filming and actually hadn’t been enjoying a stiff one for a while now.
Thinking of his heat he went to his wall calendar to try and figure out when he would have to take a few days off filming for it. He hated that he would have to but he wasn’t the only Omega in the cast who didn’t use suppressants and it was a regular and socially accepted occurrence so there wasn’t much to it.
Flipping through his calendar he grew increasingly concerned, though. When was the last time he had had his heat? He was usually fairly regular with one every four weeks and shouldn’t he have had one the week before they started filming? Hadn’t he calculated that it would be over roughly when they started and he was happy about that because it would probably mean he only would have to suffer through one heat during the filming process?
In the whirlwind the days before they were about to start — him moving out to this trailer, Bobby finalizing contracts that should have been done weeks before but never were, no matter the movie — he had kind of forgotten about it. But now…
He plucked the calendar from the wall to put it on the kitchen counter, as if that would make it easier to spot his mistake. Drawing a deep breath he chuckled at himself. He was just counting wrong, there was nothing to worry about. Besides, heats were a fickle thing and he was nearing thirty, what was to say he would always stay regular? It was probably just the stress of starting a new movie throwing his heat off its game. Yes, let’s just see when he last had his heat and count from there.
“Let’s see,” he mumbled, flipping back a month. “It was right before… before…” he stared down at the calendar. That fucking Sunday night, two goddamn hours before his heat Monday, when Cas had knotted him and knotted him good.
And suddenly it all made sense and Dean was such an idiot. People had been telling him he smelled sweeter than normal, Cas had told him that. Fuck, Cas. No wonder Dean could barely be in the same room as the other Alpha. No one had thought it was weird because when people on set saw them together it was usually because they had a scene together and Dean—Danny was supposed to swoon over Cas—Edward.
And everyone knew Dean and Cas got along famously well off set so there was nothing weird about them hanging out as well. And of course Cas didn’t think it was odd that Dean practically threw himself at the Alpha every chance he got; Dean was usually like that with Cas because they didn’t get to see each other very often. Except now they were together every day and Dean still couldn’t keep it in his pants like a normal adult.
No fucking wonder.
Dean’s hand shook and he barely manage to call Sam, even though his little brother was on speed dial. It was late in the evening and Sam was probably exhausted from working his latest case — which involved domestic dispute, if Dean remembered correctly — but Dean couldn’t fucking wait.
“Come on, come on, come on.” Dean was practically bouncing.
“Dean?”
Fuck, Dean couldn’t breathe. “I’m having a pup.”
“What?”
“I, that’s… Cas. I’m having Cas’ pup, Cas is… is… I fucked up, Sammy.”
Sam was quiet for a long time, followed by “Uh…”
“Fucking eloquent, Sammy.” Dean bit out and then put a hand self-consciously on his stomach. When did pups develop hearing anyway? Certainly not in like the sixth week, right?
“I just… I mean, you had sex with Cas, right?” Sam was one of the few who Dean had told. Neither he nor Cas wanted to deal with the media storm, should their fuck buddy relationship become public. Not that any of them were hot-shot actors but they both had their share of fans and yeah, let’s not complicate it, right? They hadn’t discussed it but Dean was pretty sure that was how Cas wanted it.
“Yeah.”
“And you weren’t careful? Dean,” Sam sounded mightily displeased and even through the phone line Dean could hear the Alpha voice. Sure, Sammy was Dean’s little brother so his Alpha voice had less of an effect on Dean but it still made Dean feel shame and he lowered his head. “You can only get pregnant during heats.”
“I know how my anatomy works.” He muttered but knew what Sam was getting at. Except he had thought he was safe, right? His heat hadn’t even goddamn started yet. Unless Cas’ potent Alpha had overpowered Dean’s willing Omega? Yes, how convenient wouldn’t it be to blame it on that? Fucking feelings…
“It doesn’t matter.” Sam stated. “It doesn’t matter how, just that you are pregnant. What are you going to do? Does Cas know?”
Too many questions. Dean whined softly and went to curl up on his couch. “Cas doesn’t know. He doesn’t want me like that.”
Sam let out a soothing noise and it helped a little with the lump in Dean’s throat.
“How far along are you? Have you considered… well, you don’t have to keep it, Dean. I’ll support you no matter what.”
Of course Dean knew he didn’t have to keep it. Abortion was common enough and it would be more sensible considering his occupation and private life. Kinder to Cas too, who clearly didn’t want to be too involved with Dean, right?
But just the thought of removing something that was half Cas was unbearable.
“I can’t…” Dean drew a shuddering breath and wondered when the fuck he had been reduced to such a mess. Goddamn pregnancy, he should have noticed this weeks ago. “I’m gonna keep it.”
“You’re unmated, Dean.”
“I know.”
“Your career, your reputation.”
“I know.” He shouldn’t be too hard on Sam, this was after all why Dean had called him. He needed the sound reasoning and the comforting support. But it was still hard to listen to.
Sam was quiet for a moment, speculative. “You’re really gonna keep it, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s… I mean, it’s Cas’.”
“You’re in love with him.”
Dean didn’t see a need to confirm the obvious. “So what the hell do I do? I can hide my belly but I can’t hide a pup.”
“I’m gonna call Bobby, we’ll figure this out together.”
Bobby Singer was Dean’s manager but he was also more of an uncle than anything else. He had helped Sam and Dean when their parents died untimely, he had been the one to push Sammy to finish law school and he had been the one to take the initiative to start managing Dean’s acting career. Yes, if anyone could help it would be Bobby.
“I miss mom and dad.”
“I know, Dean.” Sam said softly. “I do too.”
*****
“I don’t know how comfortable I am with this.”
Bobby crossed his arms over his chest. The old man was a Beta but he had an aura like an Alpha and Dean shrunk before his withering stare, well-aware that Bobby was displeased with him.
“You’re not having a pup out of wedlock.”
“That’s old-fashioned.” Dean muttered but still wouldn’t meet the older man’s eyes.
“Bobby’s right, though.” Sammy sighed over speaker phone, his sigh cracking up a bit. They were sitting in Dean’s trailer, Bobby and Dean by the kitchen counter and Sammy between them on the counter. “Since you won’t even talk to Cas about this—”
“I don’t wanna force a pup on him.” Dean exclaimed but shrank back again when Bobby squinted angrily at him.
“His pup.”
Dean felt bad, especially considering that Bobby’s mate had died along with their pup during childbirth, many years ago.
“No, I know.” Dean muttered. “Look, I know you’re both disappointed in me and I know you think I’m insane for wanting to keep it but I just can’t do away with it.” He had been thinking about it all night, curled up on his side and cradling his belly like a fool as if he was even showing any signs of being pregnant yet. The pregnancy test he had hasted out to buy this morning had proved him right, though, and he had felt happier about it than he thought he should.
Bobby’s eyes softened and he reached out over the counter to pat Dean on his arm.
“I’m not disappointed, son.” He said soothingly and Dean felt his inner Omega scream for comfort. “I’m worried. This will affect your career, sure, but what I’m worried about is you. Male Omega pregnancies are no joke and especially not without your Alpha.”
“I don’t have an Alpha.” Dean mumbled but felt his whole being protest that statement. His Alpha was just three trailers down, probably all grumpy about being awake at the crack of dawn to sit in make-up.
“It’s okay.” Sam said kindly and Dean nodded because yeah it was, right?
“I just don’t understand what the difference is between me having a pup unmated and me adopting a pup unmated.”
Not the greatest of plans, but what choice did they have? Like this it could even be publicity stunt, which Dean balked at but okay. So he would finish filming this movie, hopefully not get too fat in the short time it would take — Jody had said it would be eight weeks of filming in total but considering they were almost one week behind already Dean wasn’t very hopeful — and then he would “retire” after announcing his plans to adopt an underprivileged pup. He’d even drop the news here on set to start the rumors so it wouldn’t be such a bombshell when he eventually got the pup. Great plan.
“Because if you adopt a pup you’ll be seen as a savior of the small and weak but if you announce that you’re pregnant but that you won’t reveal who the dad is you’ll look like a floozy.”
Dean growled a little, both involuntarily and voluntarily because what the fuck, Bobby? Bobby just shrugged, though.
“I’m not saying it, they are.” He pointed over his shoulder, indicating the general public and Dean knew he was right but fuck, that hurt to hear.
“Besides,” Sam said calmly. “If you announce a pregnancy, don’t you think Cas will be suspicious?”
Shit. Yes, of course he would be. Dean groaned and hid his face in his hands. Everything had been going so well lately, of course he would go and fuck it up like this. And yet, when he thought about a little pup growing inside him he couldn’t help but feel all mushy.
“It’s up to you, son.” Bobby stated in a low tone and Dean both wished and didn’t wish that Cas was there.
“I guess I’m gonna adopt me a little pup then.”
“Mazel tov.” Bobby grunted and Sam chuckled over the phone, making Dean smile slightly.
“Imma be a dad.”
“Congratulations, Dean.” Sam said softly and fucking hell, of course that would start up Dean’s waterworks. Fucking hormones.
*****
News about Dean’s supposed adoption spread like wildfire on set and why wouldn’t it? It wasn’t like he had been talking about it before or anything. Bobby was there to maintain the most of it but Dean had to deal with the brunt of his acting colleagues, who mostly accepted the excuse “I didn’t want to jinx it before it was a done deal”.
Benny even went a little tear-eyed talking about tiny pups dressed in frill and okay, while that was adorable Dean hardly had time to be happy about the big, bad Alpha going mushy over pups because Dean couldn’t get over how not happy Cas had looked when he first heard the news.
It wasn’t that he looked upset or angry, he just looked like… nothing. And then he had asked if the tea party was over and they could go back to filming. To say that Dean was happy they didn’t have any scenes together that day would be an understatement.
He avoided Cas most of the day and only gave ambiguous answers when colleagues asked him about the adoption, such as the process or the pup’s gender. How the hell would he know? All he knew was that there was something growing inside him and he couldn’t help but love it fiercely even though they had barely been introduced yet.
With that in mind he found himself walking over to Cas’ trailer that evening, happy that they both had ended filming early today — and not the least envious of Benny who was still stuck on set.
He knocked and for the first time in a long time he waited until Cas opened the door. What for he didn’t know and when the Alpha swung open the door and gave him a confused look he felt more foolish than he could have imagined.
“Hey Cas.” He mumbled and tried not to squirm because what the fuck?
“Hello Dean.” Cas said and actually smiled a little. “Why don’t you come in?”
Dean glanced around himself as if it would be weird for them to wind down together. Of course, there were a lot of people around but no one was looking and Dean was a fool.
“Yeah.”
Inside Cas’ trailer it smelled heavily of the Alpha and this was one of the main reasons they usually met at Dean’s home or in his trailer. Simply put, Dean didn’t think he would be able to control himself when Cas’ spicy cinnamon musk wrapped comfortingly around him. And that was on a regular day. Now, with a pup inside him, he almost stumbled into the Alpha’s arms.
And of course Cas would have them open and ready for him because Cas was a considerate Alpha and he would have picked up on Dean’s no doubt upset scent.
“What’s wrong?” Cas mumbled and Dean only then realized he had been scenting Cas.
Not scenting like let’s have sex but scenting like I need you to comfort me. Fuck Dean was pathetic right now. Plenty of men and women got pregnant every day, why was he behaving like it was a bigger deal than it was?
Maybe because I want to be happy about it but don’t dare to, he thought miserably and yeah, maybe that was it. Or maybe it was because he would have to do this without his Alpha.
“Are you mad at me?”
Cas shook his head and kissed Dean’s red ear. “I was just… I don’t know exactly.” He chuckled at himself. “Jealous?”
Dean’s heart skipped a fucking beat. “Of a pup? Come on Alpha.” He said as teasingly as he could.
Cas pulled out of the embrace and fucking hell did he look contrite. “Not the pup, pups are a wonder. But,” he took a deep sigh. “I guess I just saw myself as one of your closer friends, I was jealous that you hadn’t shared your plans with me but that you had with your manager.”
Okay… just, okay, Dean had to sit down. He wasn’t normally this affected and whole-heartedly blamed the pregnancy but shit, Cas had just admitted to… to all that and how could Dean not fall even deeper in love with him? Goddamnit.
He looked up at Cas from where he was now sitting on the couch and saw that the Alpha was frowning in concern. Dean suspected he looked a bit off and tried for his usually dazzling smile.
“Bobby’s close, you know that. I told you he used to be friends with my parents before they died.”
“I know, I’m sorry I’m selfish.” Cas sat down beside Dean and grinned widely all of a sudden, taking Dean by so much surprise he knew it had to be evident in his scent. “I guess I have to admit that I was jealous of whoever you get to share your pup with as well. I just,” he shrugged and was obviously trying to look casual. “I just like pups.”
“All Alphas do.” Dean teased in his best teasing voice and totally not in a goddamn croak because shit, was Cas really saying what he was saying? The truth was at the tip of Dean’s tongue but it felt glued there by insecurities and social pitfalls.
“So, are you going to tell me the gender?”
“Does it matter?” Dean said as airily as he could. “It’s… uh, it’s not confirmed yet.” He added when Cas looked confused. “I mean, there’s this pregnant chick and I’m getting her pup so I don’t know yet…”
Suddenly all Dean wanted to do was get out of there. Cas looked so interested and happy for Dean that Dean just knew he would keep asking questions. The trailer suddenly felt stifling and Cas’ scent was overwhelming him. Calming, soothing, blueberry scent almost choked him and he shot to his feet, startling the Alpha enough that his scent changed, got a sharper edge that cleared Dean’s head a little, thank God.
“Anyway, today was busy. I hadn’t meant to reveal anything until after we were done with this movie, didn’t wanna interrupt the set with the media circus, you know?” he was definitely babbling and it was making Cas frown. “I just wanted to make sure we’re fine but since we are—aren’t we?—we are, then I’m gonna go to bed. See you tomorrow Cas.”
Cas tried to stop him, said something about staying, and Dean wanted to and at the same time he didn’t. In the end he left and barely slept at all in his cold bed.