#justballoonfishthings

I surfaced from sleep with the scent of Alpha so heavy in the air I could taste him on my tongue.  Groaning at the sensation of warm, wet lips pulling against my neck, I dragged my hands over his ass, grinding into Dean’s morning hard-on.

“God, Y/N, if you don’t stop that I am going to claim you right now.” He growled in my ear in a ragged voice.

“Would that be so bad?” I panted.

“Remember what your sister said,” he told me in a regretful voice while at the same moment unclasping my bra with one hand. Talk about mixed messages! My brain grew foggy with endorphins as I struggled to remember just what Terri HAD said.

I gasped as Dean’s big hand closed over my breast. “Ahhh, right there, Dean!”

But he was right.  This was part of our problem.  If I didn’t stop this now, hours later I would wake up under him, and we would be no better off then we were before.  It was time for that talk. When I pushed hard against his chest he let me go with a look of surprise.

I untangled myself from Dean and hugged my knees to my chest as I took a deep breath, gathering my courage.  He didn’t speak, he just laid his hand on my knee, waiting expectantly.

“I have something called Turner-Singer Syndrome,” I began. “That’s how I wound up at Alpha4.”  Once I started, the floodgates opened and I couldn’t seem to stop.

I told him how the specialist who had diagnosed me recommended hiring an Alpha to keep my heats in check.  “Being forced into this situation really pissed me off.  And you got the brunt of it,” I explained with a quiet voice, guilt making my eyes sting.  “I’m sorry for that.”

“So that’s why you were so hostile in the beginning,” he commented. “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart. I have a pretty thick skin.” There was a lopsided grin on his face that radiated warmth, and I felt relief that he was taking it so well.

“Yeah. I felt pretty powerless. And you were far too smug for my liking,” I told him with a hint of a smile tugging at my lips.

“Don’t let my cool exterior fool you,” he said, his grin widening. “You threw me for quite a loop. I kept thinking about you long after I’d left you. It got to the point where I began to resent the time I had to spend with other clients.”

“Really?” I exclaimed, unable to keep the delight out of my voice.

Dean chuckled, his hand squeezing my knee, his body leaning into mine a bit more. “The idea of being with another Omega makes me sick, Y/N. That’s why I finally gave my notice at Alpha4. I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

“I used to imagine you with them. I was so jealous I wanted to rip their throats out,” I admitted in a low voice, running my hand up his arm.  “I got hysterical when they wanted to send me another Alpha.”

“I need to tell you something,” he began. “I saved enough money to buy the garage. I signed the papers three days ago.” Dean looked at me nervously, waiting for my reaction.

I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him hard. “Dean, that’s wonderful! I’m so excited for you!” Something crossed my mind and I deflated a little.  “What about Sam?”

He sighed. “I have enough saved that he can finish out the year, but if you I are going to work, I need to come clean with him…..About you, about Alpha4, about everything. I’m meeting him for lunch.”

I nodded in agreement.  “Do you want me to come for moral support?” I asked tentatively.

“As much as I would love to have you there, I think it’s best if I do this on my own.  You understand, right?”

You nodded in understanding, before looking at him curiously. “Of course. How do you think he’ll respond?”

He shrugged, his eyes not quite meeting mine. “I’m not sure. This is gonna be a lot for him to take in.”

I laid my head on his shoulder. “At the end of the day you’re still family. Family messes up sometimes.”

“I hope Sammy sees it that way,” Dean muttered glumly.

“So where does that leave us?” I whispered, tentative about the question.

Dean leaned in a little more, brushing my hair out of my face.  Our eyes met, and I saw the emotion brimming in them. “As far as I’m concerned, Omega, I don’t plan on leaving you long enough for you to ever need to hire an Alpha again.”

“I love you,” I whispered before I leaned in to kiss him - just a gentle brush of my lips against his at first, but with the promise of so much more.

He pressed his forehead against mine, and closed his eyes, just savoring the moment. “I wanna take you out tonight, like for dinner,” he whispered.

“You mean a date?” I replied with a silly grin. “We’ve had sex how many times and NOW you want to take me on our first date?” There’s a teasing glint in my eyes, and he notices it, shrugging.

“Yeah, It’s a little backward, I get it. You in or what?” he asked.

“Oh I am so in,” I replied, enthusiastically despite the less than romantic proposal.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.  Wear something nice,” Dean requested, leaning in to bestow a chaste kiss on my cheek before jumping out of the bed.

Part 7