To You I Belong | SPN | Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

14 - Ruminating

Dean leaned back against the curve of the tub, pulling you with him. Glad to have put his foot down. He was not prepared to give you first-aid when you hit your head against any of the hard surfaces in the room.

He'd compromised with you, though, and he felt the genius for it.

The warmth of the water up to his elbows soothed the aches of overused muscles and phantom pains he was trying to forget. The warmth of your breasts against his chest and your walls surrounding his still dripping cock soothed him, too.

He got bonus points for the minimal risk of cum soup and you were no longer in pain. There'd be less spillage of everything as long as he kept the thrusting not so frantic when the thrusting started happening.

But while he may have been a genius, he was also too chicken shit to bring up the proverbial elephants. As you weren't bringing them up either, he let it slide, choosing to simply enjoy your company.

You clearly didn't want to talk about your pregnancy. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what you'd meant by what had he seen?

He also wanted to forget all about Dick. He was glad he knew all the details. As much as they sickened him, it was something he needed to address with you. He'd hate to think anyone ever treated you that way again, but that was better left until after his rut and your heat was over.

"You know, there's another world out there that doesn't have alphas and omegas?" he said. This would make you feel better for sure. As long as he didn't mention the part about bleeding all over the place. If he had the bits, he'd choose sweet slick over blood any day.

"The females there have their heats once a month. Every three's gotta be better, right?" He chuckled.

Cuthbert Sinclair, you perverted son of a bitch. He had the genius in him, too.

"Is that the one...where Sam has a man-bun?" you whispered. Your tone and your body were as stiff as a board, and didn't even make it sound a fraction as funny as Dean usually found it. "Or where you...ate a lizard?"

His hand had been running down your spine.

It stopped.

He'd put his foot in it and was saying hey to Dumbo.

You knew about the other worlds? That wasn't too bad. But he'd seen glimpses into most stages of your life and not only the times with Dick.

Childhood. School. The awkward teenage years. He'd also seen you in your prom dress, awkward, and with crap all over your face.

It didn't take the genius he'd proclaimed himself to be to realise things had probably evened out. It took two to tango, right? You were soulmates, and he'd heard wackier crap on the job than this.

Why the fuck hadn't he realised this sooner?

"Ho-kay." He grabbed your shoulders and made you pull back to face him. "It's safe to say I've seen stuff that, ah, I wish I hadn't and...if you've seen just as much as I have, then I'm kinda concerned here. What did you see?"

"Your...memories, I think."

His whole body twitched. "What, ah, give me something here. Which ones?"

"Well, I...saw what happened to your mom and...your dad. The yellow eyes...um...Alistair? No wait, he was the one with the dogs...the chains and—"

"Hold on." Dean was freaking the fuck out. He'd mentioned his parents before. It was a logical starting point to talk about his mom. But Hell, too? He doubted he'd ever told you about the hellhounds or Alistair. He hadn't even told Sammy or Bobby about him until they were dealing with the guy topside. And as for Crowley's pets, you were mentioning their metal bonds, too.