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Dean came back to slowly, hiding in a pile of pillows and blankets. He just closed his eyes again and stayed curled up. Even with the mountain of blankets he was under, he felt cold, like something was missing. He couldnt put his finger on it though.
And that was almost worse.
Dean heard the faint sound of someone opening and closing the door to his room, trying to be quiet. “Dean, are you awake?” the omega just wiggled and arm out from under the blankets, and shot a thumbs up to the familiar voice. “Good,” the voice praised. “I have a theory that I'd like to test, with food.” Dean shot back a thumbs down. “Let me try? I have burgers from the roadhouse and a pie from my brothers bakery.”
Dean rolled over to look at the voice. Ah, Dr Novack, Castiel. Thats why he recognized the voice. The omega stared at the paper bags in his hands, brows raised. “Okay, I know it looks bad in the paper bags, but I had to sneak it in.” Castiel explained, putting the bags on the bedside table and taking out the burgers and pie. They were definitely Ellens's burgers. And the pie was from Baked, Dean's favourite bakery.
‘How did you know my favourites’ he signed. “I asked your brother. The pie was easy, my older brother, Gabe, owns "Baked”. I got a little lost when getting the burgers though.” Dean nodded. ‘Whats your plan then’ he signed back. “I think that hand feeding you might be the best option. It'll help your instincts and supitonin levels. And it should help you keep it down.”
‘The pie and burgers are a bribe to try this’ “yes,” the doctor said truthfully. “If you don't want to do it, you still get the food, I'm just worried that you will puke again.” Dean just sighed, nodding. ‘Alright, feed me seymore’ he signed.
“May I enter your nest?” The omega nodded, moving over some. “Sit up for me, omega.” Castiel said softly, moving behind Dean as he sat up right. Dean Was bright red when his back hit the alpha’s chest, but he didn’t say anything ao neither did Dean.
Being hand fed was weird, but surprisingly comforting. Dean hadn't realised how hungry he was before that first bite sized piece was offered to him. Castiel pulled bits off the burger to feed Dean, so that he didn't try and eat too fast, which was working well.
Halfway through the burger, Dean had closed his eyes, opening his mouth to eat when told. The omega hadn't felt this comfortable in years.
The next bite sized piece offered to him wasn't burger anymore, but pie. Smooth apple pie, his favourite. It was still warm. He moaned in delight, trying to lick the fingers that were retreating from his mouth. When Cas moved behind him slightly, he whined, nuzzling further into his chest.
The next piece came and Dean couldn't help but hum and suck on the fingers that were on the tip of his tongue. “Shh, its okay, omega,” the alpha soothed as he removed his fingers from his mouth. “Just getting you another piece.” Dean's furrowed brows and pout didn't go away until the alpha said “Open, omega.” And he did, chasing the fingers with his tongue again.
Castiel purred softly, his spare hand putting the leftovers back onto the table before resting it back by Dean's hip.
Dean didn't let Castiel move, not even when his scent blockers started to wear off. The omega ended up nuzzled against the doctor's chest, whose fingers were still in his mouth. He was gently sucking on them, his tongue swirling around them unconsciously. “Such a good omega.” Cas praised, causing Dean to moan around his fingers again.
“Can I do a quick blood test to check up on your supitonin levels, omega?” Dean nuzzled his face further into Castiel’s chest. “If you're good for me, you get a reward.” the Alpha bribed. Dean moaned against the digits, thinking naughty things without meaning to, as he held out his arm.
The test was done quickly, especially with the alpha doing it one handed. He sent it away, not letting the nurse get close to the omega in his arms. Cas gave strict instructions to the nurse to text him with results and not come in the room.
“...Dean. come back to me, omega.” Castiel gently spoke, bringing Dean back from his subconscious state. “There you are, sweet boy.” Dean whined around his fingers, trying to hide his face from the alpha. “Don't hide from me, boy. I want to see you.”
Deak peaked up at Castiel, his pupils blown wide. It was a good sign that he had gone down. “Good boy. Now, i have a reward to give you, don't I?” The omega hummed affirmative. “You get to choose your reward, boy.” Castiel said, smiling down at him. ‘Want you to stay’ Dean signed. “I'm not going anywhere right now. I don't want you to drop. What else would you like?” Castiel replied, reassuring the boy in his arms.
‘Can you feed me again sometime?’ Dean signed before quickly adding ‘thats the first food ive kept down in weeks’. Admitting it was hard, but he was his doctor, so he should know this, right? “Oh sweet boy, of course, id be honoured.”
Dean moaned at the pet name. He realised what he had done a second later and pulled away, scrabbling to the back of the bed. ‘Im so sorry i didn't mean to-’ Cas cut off the omegas signing, holding his hands in his own. “There's no need to apologise or be embarrassed. It happens. You went down hard after the hand feeding. It just means that my plan worked. And I loved hearing your noises around my fingers in your mouth, omega. You did so good for me, sweet boy. C'mere.” Castiel was gentle, but it was an order, and order the omega couldn't refuse.
Dean crawled back into Castiels's lap, hiding his face in the alphas chest. “Do i smell upset or uncomfortable to you omega?” Dean took a deep breath in. Whisky, bonfire, and.. vanilla? “No, alpha.” He whispered, continuing to scent him. The vanilla wasn't there before, the other day. It was new, addicting.
“Such a good omega.” The alpha praised, a hand at the nape of his neck while the other held Dean close. Dean whined in response, licking dry lips before trying to settle down a bit, but he was restless. “What's wrong, sweetheart?” the alpa asked. ‘Don't know, somethings missing’ Dean signed, staring at the wall across the room.
Castiel squeezed his nape briefly. “Is it because you got used to my fingers in your mouth, boy?” Dean moaned again, his neck sensitive, the pet names driving him crazy too. “Please, Alpha,” he begged, voice low and soft. “Open, boy.” Castiel ordered, slipping two fingers past the omegas lips once again.