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Dean loved the plan for its simplicity. He was going to spend the week doing heat stuff (He kept it vague for alpha sensibilities but everyone could read between the lines: he was going to be fucking himself with dildos) while Sam and Bobby defended the cabin from monsters. Bobby had called in another couple hunters that would show up in a couple days.
While they waited for Dean's heat to start they cleaned the cabin, bought food and supplies to last them the week and even did a bit of research. Sam and Dean told Bobby about the cases they had worked together so far: the women in white, the wendigo, the ghost kid drowning people, and the demon on the plane. Talking about the last one brought the conversation around to what happened to Jess.
Bobby expressed his sympathies to Sam then started asking them questions about what they saw. Dean could see it was heard on Sam but they both answered the questions the best they could. Bobby took notes and said he'd look into it.
Sam also kept pestering Dean about being an omega. One of the things he got stuck on was that, to him, Dean didn't smell like an omega. Dean had just shrugged and to him to wait until his heat hit, then he'd smell. Sam had made a face at that.
He also asked about how Dean's scent worked for attracting monsters. Dean had shrugged and said "I don't know Sammy. It just does." But he'd also explained that normally a monster had to be close to smell Dean, but near his heat the distance got longer and during his heat it was an almost 40 mile range. It worked on most monsters, at least as far as Dean could tell, but didn't work on ghosts. Sam asked why before figuring it out himself; ghosts didn't have bodies and couldn't smell him.
When Dean finally went into heat it was almost a relief. He locked himself down in the basement with a bunch of snacks, bottles of water and his collection of sex toys. He'd bought a few over the years that were stored in a small lockbox kept at Bobby's house. They never talked about what was in it, they both knew, but Bobby was nice enough to store it at his house between heats so Dean didn't have to worry about anyone (Sam) finding them in his stuff. When Dean had his heats Bobby would hand him the box and walk away before Dean could open it. It was best that way.
Dean spent his heat doing the normal heat stuff, fucking himself on a knotted dildo for a while, eating small snacks and sleeping whenever he could. He used to enjoy his heat a lot more, but as the years went by his nest felt emptier and his heats more desperate. When he was in the middle of his heat he could admit that he was lonely, that he wanted a mate of his own. Then his heat would end and Dean would pick up the fragments of who he was to the world, and try to make them fit. He was tired though. He was only 26 but sometimes he felt like he was just waiting to die.
When his heat finally ended he cleaned up and went up stairs. Over the last couple years he had started to get clingy right after his heat. He needed hugs and physical touch. As with most things Bobby gave him the hugs he needed without saying anything. Dean never felt judged, just safe.
Given how free Sam was with his hugs when Dean came upstairs, Bobby must have talked to him. But no one said anything about it as they ate their dinner and settled on the couch, Dean in the middle, to watch Raider of the Lost Ark. The clean up could wait for the next day. So could any questions Sam might still have. For now Dean was going to enjoy having his family with him, safe and happy.