The Bodyguard (is the Omega)

25.

Castiel woke up feeling refreshed. He had slept like the dead and Dean was already up. His hand darted back into his lap tentatively when Castiel rolled over, the warm moist cloth he was using to carefully clean the dried up emissions on Castiel hovered midair. There was a breakfast tray at the foot of the bed, piled high with bacon, eggs and waffles. The glass of orange juice was beading with condensation in the warmth of the room. Castiel stretched out and with a tilt of his chin indicated his willingness for Dean to continue administering his care. Dean was excessively gentle, lingering obsessively over his favourite places, his eyes round like he could not believe the omega was allowing his attentions. Worshipfully, he offered the cup of coffee, brimming over with creamer and dark brown sugar.

"Did you like ... what we did last night?" Dean asked shyly, the confident alpha seeking affirmation surprised Castiel, though it shouldn't have. Dean was more considerate and sweet natured than anyone Castiel had ever been with.

Castiel tried to remember all the regret he had felt about the last morning after they shared together. Realising with a jolt how much kindness and trust Dean was showing towards him notwithstanding how poorly he had treated Dean in the past. His hasty abhorrence of the feelings he was developing and how he blamed Dean for the jitteriness caused by his own fear of losing control. That was not what a good partner did, much less a decent mate. When Castiel had his fill of coffee, Dean took the cup and sipped it greedily from the other side of the rim, smiling faintly as he offered up the plate of food.

"Dean, it was very enjoyable," Castiel cleared his throat, the words sounded anaemic, he was failing to convey the intense satisfaction singing through every cell, the release of months of tension, perhaps years. "It was extremely nice."

Dean lifted his eyebrows but did not seem upset by Castiel's poor articulation.

"You were very good."

No that felt inadequate too, though Dean was beaming now, smiling coyly and rubbing the hem of his flannel between thumb and forefinger seeming pleased with himself.

"You are good, you are too good," Castiel managed to say. "I am grateful. Uh, thank you."

"I just fucked you Cas, again, not like I saved your life or anything," Dean demurred modestly. "You don't gotta thank me for it."

"I should be doing that," Castiel gestured towards the refreshments. "I would like to provide you with after care."

"Yeah, well, maybe next time when we play with the handcuffs," Dean puffed his chest up a little. "But that was mating scent I smelt on you last night and this is me learning to be your alpha."

Castiel bowed his head, studying his hands. Dean was everything he never knew he wanted or could have. And though Castiel was never one for social convention, Dean being an alpha should surely not preclude Castiel from seeing him as a partner. If Dean really was his - it felt ridiculous even to think of the term - true mate, he was in every way a perfect companion for Castiel. He would always challenge Castiel's limits and push his preconceptions. It seemed so easy and clear now, accepting Dean seemed long overdue.

"What are you planning to do today?" Castiel asked, realising he had been thinking and silent for too long. He leaned forward and drank coffee from Dean's hand. The cup went swish as Dean trembled a little. Castiel touched his finger to Dean's wrist, steadying him.

"Hang out with Sam and Jack, maybe do some song writing." Dean shrugged. "There's no mobile reception towers here, no one has this landline number, Crowley is busy hustling the academy anyway. I suppose I could go chop more wood, all the mountain food is not helping with getting into my tux. Bobby will kill me if I need a resize."