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Dean lets Cas lead him back to the car, shuffling him into the passenger seat and securing his seatbelt for him. It all passes in a haze for the omega.
‘I just want you gone…’
The words echo on repeat in his mind, torturing him endlessly as he waits for Cas to start the car and point them towards home.
“Stop,” Cas’ deep rumble slices through his ruminating spiral like a katana through flesh. “You’re overthinking all of this, Dean. Samuel’s definitely hurting and his delivery could use some improvement but he doesn’t hate you, not truly.”
“You don’t know that, Cas,” Dean whispers, training his eyes out the window as he watches the traffic fly by.
The alpha’s taken them on yet another random back road, normally something he’d enjoy just because. Now, its an essential method of travel, chosen to avoid detection considering the trail of murders they’ve been bread crumbing across the midwest for the FBI’s benefit. Their friends can only help so much, better to keep off of main roads and major highways.
“I do,” Cas counters, chancing a peek over at his mate before pointing his troubled cobalt stare back to the road ahead. “Because he said it, and I believed him when he did. I think you did too and that’s what upset you more than anything, love.” The alpha chances a second glance his way before turning his gaze back to the road once more, “Hearing how much he still cares for you after all you’ve done, the pain it causes him to have to turn his own brother away. Believe me, I understand.”
Dean scoffs, “I love you, babe, but no…you don’t. That’s not a judgement but, you just can’t. Gabriel didn’t completely shun you from his life.” It hits him hard, like a bullet to the chest, gaping maw growing where his bond with Sammy used to thrive. “That’s what just happened…it is. My own brother completely kicked me out of his life for good…”
The omega groans, feeling himself sliding towards a meltdown he can’t afford right now.
Cas shakes his head, reaching for Dean’s hand, intertwining their fingers, softly demanding, “Don’t do that. You’re forgetting something important, Dean. He almost agreed. Sure, that would have required therapy and jail time but…”
Dean’s out of witty retorts so he chooses to silently brood instead as his mate rambles on, putting miles between them and Sam’s house. Tensions ease the further away they get, shifting closer to the easy fun of a road trip as the radio plays on in the background. Cas must sense his change in mood, turning the volume down on ‘Cherry Pie’, making a right unexpectedly onto a deserted side road with a mischievous smirk gracing his features.
“Fleeing the scene usually means you keep driving, babe,” Dean helpfully points out, confusion blooming in his maple syrup and vanilla bean as Cas’ citrus and honey deepens with arousal.
Oh.
“You sure this is a good spot for that…?” Dean asks, looking around to make sure they’re truly alone.
He’s never been one to turn down sex with his mate but they’re trying to avoid capture at the moment.
“We’re good, Dean,” the alpha insists, getting out of the car and beckoning him into the semi cramped back seat. “Come play with me…”
Cas’ words go straight to his dick, something he’s sure the alpha’s hoping for. It’s moments like this that he misses Baby and how roomy she is. It was still a tight fit for two dudes over six feet but she definitely had this clown car beat.
Charlie for the win, not.
But, if Cas is on board to play sexy Tetris, he’s willing to give it a try. Deciding to make things easier for them, the omega strips down to his boxers before joining his riled up and barely clothed mate in the back.
Time to fog up some windows…
Dean perches on Cas’ lap, grinding down on him as best he can in the tight space before releasing his dripping erection from its confines. The alpha’s cock bobs as Dean takes hold, stroking smoothly up and down, watching Cas’ fight to maintain control. The alpha pulls Dean’s hair just rough enough to sting, dragging a gasp out of his throat as Cas trails nips and licks down to the omega’s chest. Finally reaching his destination, Cas circles a nipple with his warm tongue, then the other. The bud perks up shooting a zing of pleasure down Dean’s spine, slick soaking his boxers and dripping deliciously down his spread thighs.
Cas uses his plush lips as a distraction, changing directions to seek entrance into Dean’s panting mouth, tongues battling to taste one another. The omega anchors himself, crossing his arms behind Cas’ neck to pull him ever closer as he succumbs to the brain melting kiss being bestowed upon him. Cas’ hands move, gripping Dean’s shoulders, sliding down his arms. Feather light touch traveling lightly across his stomach making Dean giggle into the kiss, his mate gripping his ass with a chuckle of his own. The alpha’s firm grasp eventually lands on Dean’s hips, rolling the omega’s boxers down just enough with one hand.
“Ready, baby?” Cas asks, azure meeting evergreen in the charged heat of the car.
Dean rests his head against Cas’, panting breaths shared between them as he nods, giving all the permission his alpha needs to push up into his waiting heat. The mates groan in unison as Cas slowly slides in to the hilt, stealing Dean’s breath from his lungs as he gasps out a moan, quickly swallowed by the alpha’s renewed ministrations. What follows is quick and dirty, just as good as when its slow and sweet. But, being on the run and all, they don’t really time for that today.
Maybe later…
As it is, the alpha pumps up into him, Dean meeting every thrust with a roll of his hips, building a rhythm that has him barreling towards the finish line. Electricity spreads through him teasingly with each sweet slide across his prostate, bringing him closer and closer to promised euphoria. Dean can see the end growing closer, a good thing since he’s not sure the shocks on this trash heap of a car can take much more. In those glorious final moments, his mind empties of any and all concerns, body giving in to exactly what he’s wanted all along.
“Dean,” Cas growls, gripping him tightly just as the omega reaches climax, spurting copiously between them and over his alpha’s sweaty chest.
“Ahhhh,” he cries out, lost to the intensity of his orgasm as Cas follows right behind, thrusting up into his heat one final time, filling his mate as they lock together. The omega leans back just enough to catch his alpha’s sapphire eyes, watching his blissed out dopey grin as they come down.
Mmmmm.
Dean’s floating on a river of satiated alpha and omega when it hits him, he just barely avoids jerking back and punching his mate, exclaiming, “You knotted me in the backseat of this tiny ass car, Cas! I’m already starting to cramp up, I can feel it. Seriously?!”
Bubble officially popped.
“Here we go again,” Cas mutters, rolling his sky blue eyes heavenwards. “Don’t think I didn’t hear you in there, by the way. I love our children more than life itself, but their ‘origin story’ is as much your fault as it is mine.”
This time, Dean’s rolling his eyes, sighing exasperatedly as he starts ticking off the reasons his alpha is most certainly incorrect about who’s to blame.
“Let’s see, who chose that day for the kill? You did. Who chose the victim? You did. Who was supposed to do reconnaissance on the house while I ran errands for Kali’s birthday? You were. Who forgot to check around the property for…I don’t know maybe a big ass fucking Rottweiler? You did…I rest my case,” Dean says, miming dropping the mic as Cas shifts underneath him.
The action reminds them both they’re still connected by the…everything…a sliver of renewed lust lessening some of the bite from their well worn argument, but not all of it.
Castiel immediately defends himself, words squeaking out on the tail end of a moan, attempting to turn the tables on his mate, “Yes, but we were both at urgent care when the doctor told you the antibiotics for the infected bite would knock out your birth control…”
Dean disagrees, patting Cas on the head like the most adorably confused little pup he’s ever seen as he says, “Babe, that doesn’t make it ‘not your fault’. Sure we both knew, and we both chose to have sex anyway, but you’re the one who knotted me knowing the risks, bud. ‘Heat of the moment’ or not, it’s your fault.”
Cas scoffs, “Don’t ‘bud’ me. We share a profound bond, Dean. I’m much more than your ‘buddy’ at this point, cut the shit.” The alpha’s annoyance filters away, though he continues to argue his case, grumbling, “Sue me for being used to knotting my mate uninhibited. It’s still not my fault…”
“You’re a sore loser, Casanova,” Dean teases, pecking kisses all over his mates face until that gummy grin is back in high quality HD. “But, if the door prizes are Claire and Jack I think we’re doin’ pretty good. And we’re damn lucky we met Amara and Charlie when we did.”
Dean will be forever grateful to their friends for providing shelter at a time they needed it the most. Being pregnant and unexpectedly on the run from the Feds ain’t exactly easy, it was a no brainer to take Amara up on her offer to stay on ‘the farm’. The not so hefty price of one hitman’s head wasn’t hard to pay. Amara’s ex husband’s head, said hitman’s boss, was a bonus present for their new benefactor’s generous hospitality.
Fuck Dick Roman.
Thankfully, Cas’ knot doesn’t last much longer and cleanup is a breeze, putting them back on the road towards home in less than twenty minutes.
“Do you think you’ll ever try again? With Sam?” Cas asks out of the blue as they cruise down the road.
Dean pauses mid thought, giving himself time to roll the question around in his mind and analyze his true feelings. Yes today was rough and the omega had to hear a lot of hard truths from his younger brother, rolled up with some misguided opinions, but that’s not what Cas asked. Despite Sam’s lingering judgement and hurt feelings, hindsight’s making Dean see another side to this.
One that feels more hopeful.
He offers the only answer he has right now, “Maybe…”
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Vic’s just walking in the door when it happens, every computer in the room shuts off along with the lights as the power goes down for the entire building. It remains out for about a minute as every agent in the building freezes in place before returning, computers rebooting on the surrounding desks. Confused agents sit looking to one another for answers no one has, yet. The alpha doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary as he continues his walk to his office. In fact, Vic doesn’t realize what’s missing until he tries to locate the HoneyBeeMine files on his computer.
They’re all gone.
Not just that, the folder itself has been erased. Henriksen checks his trash folder. Nothing. He searches documents, downloads, everywhere he can think of without contacting IT. Nothing. As a last ditch effort he calls Ellen with a sneaking suspicion.
“Harvelle, it’s Henriksen,” he says before she can speak. “Check your personal email please. Let me know if you still have access to that video Winchester and Novak sent you.”
Vic waits, faint clicking emanating from Ellen’s side of the phone. Eventually he hears a concerned hmpphh before the beta returns to the phone.
“The email’s still here but the video won’t play. Once I clicked on it, a little cartoon of a self destruct sequence came up and rendered the file inaccessible once the countdown hit 0. We could try sending it to the tech department but…”
“If it’s corrupted there’s no point,” Vic sighs, burrowing his face into his hands. “Every single HBM file is gone. I checked. Case files and videos. All of it. Sure we still have the hard copies and transcripts in cold case but…”
Just as the words fall from his lips, like the universes real time example of a jinx, the director himself walks into Vic’s office, red faced and angry.
“Harvelle? I gotta go,” Henriksen blurts out, disconnecting the call before she can respond.
“We’ve had an incident,” Reeves grunts, sitting down heavily in one of the chairs opposite Vic’s desk. “Someone knocked out the power just long enough to sneak in and grab all our physical files and evidence for the HBM case.”
“Was that why the power went out? That wasn’t nearly long enough for anyone to break into evidence and where the cold case files are held at the same time,” Vic thinks out loud, brain immediately going into investigator mode.
Reeves shakes his head, brown eyes squinting as the beta explains, “That was the byproduct of the first attack. It caused a surge when our surveillance and security system came back online. But I believe that was by design.” The director explains, revealing, “During the confusion, whoever’s responsible removed all digital copies of the same files. Winchester and Novak have been virtually erased from our systems and removed from the Most Wanted list,” Reeves explains, running a weathered hand through his salt and pepper hair, visibly aghast as he conveys the gravity of the situation to Henricksen.
If there’s any time to bring it up, now would be best, so he runs with he and Ellen’s theory.
“Sir, I think we have a mole,” he explains, detailing their reasoning as the director grows increasingly agitated.
By the end, his boss is seething, immediately giving Henriksen new orders, “We’ve had no luck trying to track the fugitives directly. Let’s chase down this mole, if they’re working together it should lead us right to Winchester and Novak. Report back to me once you have any information.”
Not one to mince words or waste time, the director leaves as soon as Henriksen agrees to the change in target. He’ll need to call Ellen with the news but for now he begins planning. They’ll need to interview everyone involved with the case, starting with those closest to both he and Harvelle.
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Castiel wakes up hot, his omega snuggled in as close as he can get to his side, practically trying to become one with the alpha. He’s loathe to move but he can feel the urge to pee becoming urgent. Still, he lingers, watching Dean sleep as early dawn light creeps through the curtains in the room, highlighting every freckle on his mate’s skin. He’s spent hours mapping out each and every one with just his tongue, learning Dean’s body and what makes him tick. The alpha’s quiet contemplation is interrupted, delightedly, by the sound of little feet stampeding towards the room, practically slamming into the door before it creaks open to reveal their pups.
Claire, the natural leader of the two, attempts to sneak up as Castiel pretends to be asleep for their benefit. Jack follows close behind him, hand held tightly in his sister’s. The alpha shuts his eyes, laying as still as can be next to Dean as he snores. His mate remains completely unaware of what’s coming. Castiel could warn him, but were’s the fun in that? Sure enough, the toddlers practically dive bomb the bed, climbing up and launching themselves into the minimal space between their parents.
A chorus of “Daddy, Papa!” erupts around them causing Castiel to give up his game of pretend as Dean’s jostled awake by their abrupt entrance.
“Papa’s tryin’ to sleep,” Dean grumbles, only marginally serious with his complaint as he sits up to accept Claire into his lap, Jack taking up position next to Castiel. The omega presses a kiss to both pups wild blonde bedhead, asking, “Missed us?”
“Yeah,” the twins answer in unison.
Castiel can’t wait to tell them the good news.
Thanks to common sense, they’re finally taking Amara up on her offer, for the twins sake of course. Hence the farewell tour just for their FBI ‘buds’ Harvelle and Henriksen. By now, the fireworks should have just begun over at headquarters. At this stage in life, it makes more sense to stay closer to home rather than constantly leaving the care of their children to their friends. Charlie’s wonderful, and the twins love her babysitting, but lately she’s been more like a third parent than Castiel feels comfortable with. The alpha never imagined he’d be a parent, not with his…inclinations, but now that he’s been pushed into the role he wants to be fully involved. Claire and Jack are their responsibility, not Charlie’s or anyone else’s, it’s time to return to full time parenting.
“Did you have fun with Auntie Char while we were gone?” Dean asks, rubbing the last bits of sleep from his grass green eyes.
Claire takes that as her cue to go and retrieve her ‘favorite babysitter’, scrambling off of the bed and running off on little legs to locate the omega. Jack stays glued to Castiel where he prefers to be, one hand reaching behind him clutching to Dean as though he thinks his Papa will run off again. Jack’s behavior is telling, clear signs of the beginnings of separation anxiety or something close to it.
One glance at Dean and he knows they’re thinking the same thing, all that's left to do is to let Amara know they’ve made a decision. It’s not full retirement, there’s no way either of them could handle that. But, Amara’s right, slowing down a bit is the right thing to do while the pups are this young. There will be plenty of alternatives for them to sink their teeth into or, more accurately ‘stab their knives into’, living here on ‘the farm’.
Claire returns moments later, dragging a sleep rumpled Charlie behind her by the hand. The omega doesn’t hesitate, climbing in bed and spooning up to Castiel.
The alpha’s become accustomed to it but pretends to protest anyway, pushing her away lightly, lamenting, “You’d think I’d be used to your blatant lack of boundaries by now, Charlie.”
Charlie wiggles in closer, goofy smile gracing her smushed face, red hair askew as she mumbles into his shoulder, “You’re warm, get over it. Besides, we live like hippies and most of us are on the run for one reason or another. I think the least of our worries is a lack of boundaries, dude.”
Dean scolds her, “Not in front of the pups. You know better, Charlie.”
Charlie nods apologetically, mouthing sorry as she disentangles from the ‘puppy pile’ they’ve managed to create in the bed.
“Don’t leave,” Dean whines, making grabby hands for their friend. “‘M not mad, just be more careful.”
Charlie shakes her head, wide smile taking over as she explains, “I figured you two have more than enough to do this morning, let me take these little monsters and make everyone breakfast. We can catch up later, promise.”
Castiel’s hesitant to part from his kids so soon after getting them back but breakfast sounds heavenly, his stomach rumbles quite loudly to punctuate the point as giggles reverberate around him.
“Ha ha ha,” he jokes, pretending to be annoyed by the subsequent teasing.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then. Come on ducklings, forward march,” Charlie says, activating drill sergeant mode as they march right out the open door and towards the main kitchen.
Intent on rolling back over to continue cuddling with his mate, Castiel’s shocked to find Dean’s side of the bed still warm but missing the omega.
Already up and on his feet, he mumbles absentmindedly in Castiel’s direction, “We’ve got the morning to ourselves and I need to check on my plants. Come find me later and we’ll talk to Amara together.” Leaning over the bed, Dean plants a lingering kiss on his lips, murmuring, “Love you.”
Moving fast, his omega’s fully dressed in five seconds flat. Castiel watches Dean’s back as he walks away following in Charlie and the pups footsteps. Leaving the alpha alone with no idea what to do with his morning, plans of morning sex dashed with the abrupt exit of his mate.
If only…
But, Castiel knows Dean barely trusts their friends to care for his plants properly when they’re gone. He won’t feel settled until he checks. He could check his garden since he’s been abandoned. With that thought in mind, the alpha crawls out of the warm nest they’d created and out into the cool air of the bedroom.
Pulling the curtains open gives him a stunning view of the sun rays creeping across the backyard, slowly engulfing his garden with their golden glow, the rest of the property spanning out behind it. This garden remains ‘fertilizer’ free per Amara’s explicit request. There are more efficient ways to dispose of a body that she’s more than willing to pay for.
The sign Dean and the pups hand painted for him hangs right next to his thriving sunflowers, sunshine yellow lettering that spells out ‘Daddy’s Garden’ surrounded by the pups handprints and teeny bumblebees. The sight warms him from the inside out, causing his citrus and honey to go sweet as his scent shifts to reflect his happiness.
Once dressed, the alpha wanders out into the hall intent on making his way out to the garden but the distinct chatter of his family from the kitchen pulls his focus. The smell of pancakes begins to waft his way, subtly reminding him of Dean.
Maple syrup and vanilla.
It gets him every time.
The alpha corrects course deciding, as his stomach rumbles loudly for the second time, to take Charlie up on her offer and make a pitstop for breakfast before tackling inspection of the garden. The twins laughter, as they playfully banter with Charlie, grows louder the closer he gets.
A sound he didn’t know how much he’d missed over the last few weeks until this very moment.
It’s good to be home.