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It has a been a long time since he last had a heat, which gives him certainty this is not going to be a pleasant one. He paces around the old cabin, the space is as clean as he can get it. Already having gathered all the nesting materials he had on hand and building the guidelines of what he thinks is a decent nest; there's nothing else to do but wait till Sam gets backs with more of them so he can continue. He chuffs, this is not the first time he feels miffed that Sam got rid of his previous nesting materials. But he can't blame him for it, they were old old things, the only thing going for them was that they were soaked with the smell of family after years of moving with the Winchester pack through all those shitty motels. Emotions don't care about logic, however, which was made perfectly clear for every restless nights he had after his resurrection in scentless motel beds.
The strange plane(?) accident (?), that flushed out Sammy's demon blood addiction, also flushed out Dean suppressants. The first heats post-suppressants tended to be mellow, the body readjusting as the hormonal clock's ticking starts having meaning again. A fortunate thing, because he is not in the mood of going into a horny daze after just stopping the breaking of Lilith's seal. It was already hair raising enough to have to go into such a vulnerable state, a discomfort he cannot wash off. Not that fertility cycles have ever cared about safety anyway. Probably his lifestyle to be honest, his body had gotten used to adrenaline and cortisol being a constant in his blood, it didn't count as a threat to his desensitized internal workings.
The rumble of engines approach, and Dean looks out the window as the Impala starts parking. Quickly, he goes out the door to help Sam bring in the purchases. Opening the car before his brother even has the chance to turn off the ignition. Looking into the back seat, he is pleased with the quantity. A touch makes him pleased with the quality as well, mentally thanking Sam for the consideration. If he can't have a properly scented nest, he can at least have a proper nest. Treating heat-distress is a pain. Without a word, he grabs as many of the textile-filled bags as he can hold and goes back into the shabby cabin, Sam sighing behind him.
In the coziest corner of a dark windowless room lays the beginnings of a nest, the general idea loosely framed. He gets to work, laying out the disappointingly fresh and scentless blankets and pillows, tucking here and there, distributing the scented items as evenly as possible. As he stands back up, he assess his work. It's clinical, not his preference -Sam having thrown his nesting materials away after his funeral- a displeased hind part of his brain complains again. But its cozy, its comfortable, and it will suffice for now.
With a huff, he walks back out. Sam has already put the groceries (and Dean's heat rations) away, Dean joins him and sits at the table. "So, where you gonna go while I go into heat?"
"Not going anywhere" answers the brat.
"Well I'm telling you to" he drawls out.
"I don't like this anymore than you do, but I'm not leaving you alone in the middle of bumfuck nowhere whilst you reacquaint yourself with Omega biology"
"Heat, Sam, you can say it. I'm a grown man and I've had plenty of solo heats in abandoned areas before. I can take care of myself."
"Yes, but you've never had to deal with the specific conditions that has led to a heat like this one before. It's a pointless discussion anyway, in less than 48 hours, you are going to be too weak to kick me out. I'm staying, suck it up."
The eldest shuts up -not because he recognizes his sibling is right about this, no- but because instincts are already nagging that he goes back to the nest, he growls and rises. He'll win the argument next time, when he doesn't have to deal with piles of scentless misery for a nest.
24 hours later, and a few more unsuccessful arguments, Dean feels himself warming up as he drinks water. He mentally goes through his preparations to battle the slight nerves building up inside, feeling better as he places the glass in the sink. When he turns around, he is surprised by a sweaty Castiel an inch away, causing him to jump and choke on air. He coughs as Castiel just watches, dazedly, what is wrong with this guy? "Cas, we've had this conversation before, personal space man." he chastises. Castiel just nods curtly slightly steps back, before his eyes start rapidly moving around the space. Concerned now, Dean asks "What's wrong with you dude?" His hackles are starting to rise, heat is about to hit and there's a strange acting resurrected angel in his temporary safe space; his instincts are not just less than pleased, he starting to feel territorial and ever so slightly violent the longer that Castiel just stands there. Displeased omega pheromones like rotten honey suckle and burnt pies starting to fill the air around them.
As if startled out a fog, Castiel's eyes land on Dean. A wave of calming omega pheromones suddenly hits Dean on the face, harmless and stressed and help-me circle around Dean, almost giving him a headache. He covers his nose and mouth, trying to save himself the pain, and retroactively trying to prevent his omega instincts from flaring at having an unfamiliar omega near him when both are in heat. Yeah, cause below the ingratiating smell is the smell of heat - wait, is that? - he removes his hand from his face and takes a deep whiff, letting the fragrance of ozone and honey and sunflowers curl around his lungs, suffuse his bronchioles (it's a bad idea to let another omega's pre-heat pheromones enter his system right now, but he'll worry about it later). Yes, there it is, like the smell of defrost in the wake of spring, the marker of a first heat. His instinct addled mind finally realizing, Jimmy is a beta, there should be no omega smells of any kind coming from Castiel's earthen vessel. Yet here they are, in a shitty kitchen in the middle of who knows where Arkansas, with a newly presented 35 year old omega going into his first heat, a 29 year old omega coming out of a suppressed cycle, and a 25 year old alpha in his prime with no experience dealing with omegas in heat. Immediately, Dean grabs Castiel and starts scenting the angel, who cooperatively starts rubbing himself against Dean -if a bit mechanically. He needs the seraph suffused with his scent if he doesn't want the smell to trigger Sam and make him release Alpha pheromones. Non-familial alpha pheromones can trigger heat-distress in freshly presenting omegas due to the vulnerability of the event; and there's only one bathroom here and he doesn't want to fight for the right to the toilet when himself and Sam inevitably start gagging at each other's scent.
Giving Castiel a smell-over, he is satisfied with the scent marking before fully releasing the omega. The angel also seems more clear headed as he makes eye-contact with Dean again. "Thank you" Cas starts before Dean interrupts "No problem man, now tell me how you've suddenly transitioned into an omega. Because when I scented Jimmy, he smelled like fully presented beta, and the scent shift between now and the last time I saw you was way too quick even for even the smoothest of beta-to-omega transitions, organic or medical." If they're gonna need stabilizer, he needs to know now. They don't have them on hand and its a prescription medication, mentally, he starts cataloguing if they have any stolen pharmacist identities… or prescriptions at that.
Castiel seems to take a moment to compose himself before answering. "I think it started after I was resurrected and changed into a seraph. I experienced some discomfort when possessing my vessel, but I chalked it up to the readjustment period. My new heavenly form is larger, and much higher in temperature than it was before. Then the discomfort became more prominent in the overall ventral area. My true form is also affected, it feels… wrong. I was about to seek the remaining higher angels, but I felt myself pulled here. Yes, I am an omega now, this is my first heat. I believe this form has shifted to better match me now that Jimmy has left. I suspect the resurrection has something to do with it, but I have not confirmed it. No, I do not need any stabilizer, the transition has had no gland impacting." Then in true Castiel fashion, he goes silent when done with his part.
"What are you planning to do now?" Dean probes.
"From my understanding, first heats are supposed to be a shared experience. Companions dictated by instinct and pack, so I will be spending it with you. I am aware you are as well entering your own heat, and it would not be out of the ordinary for two omegas to spend their heat together."
"Are you aware of the mechanics of a first heat?"
"Yes, I have complete knowledge of the bonding effects. I do not mind them."
"That's good to know, but not what I asked. Are you already getting heat-bleary?"
"No, I am aware my heat is coming but I am no less aware or out of control than I was days ago. I understand that by spending this heat with each other, we'll undergo bonding activities on top of the pheromone production in order to hasten the passing of the cycle."
"But do you want those activities to happen?"
Staring unblinkingly into the hunter's eyes, the angel answers "I do. Do you?"
He can't bring himself to deny him. "Fine, but get behind me for the moment, will ya?" Then he calls out "Hey Sam! You're gonna need to make another run!"
"What for?!" He hears Sam approach, and moves to keep himself between the unrelated omega and alpha just in case. "Because this just became a double heat event" Sam arrives in the perfect moment for Dean to see his surprised face at the announcement, before he notices the mop of black hair behind Dean and the smell of another omega in the house. Recognizing the coat, he responds "Castiel? I thought Jimmy was a beta" At the slight intrusion of Sam's smell into the air, Castiel closes the distance and buries his face into Dean's back. The omega feels a cool nose nuzzle around till he finds his nape, and press firmly as he's finally against the source of the human's scent. He'll have a conversation about nuzzling people's mating glands, but after Sam leaves.
"He was, but Castiel is an omega, so we're gonna need more stuff. Chop chop, you know the drill, food, nesting materials, and suppressants for yourself. I won't have you triggering heat distress or a vomiting marathon."
"Hey! I am not knot-head!" Sam grumbles but still takes the keys and goes out. Leaving Dean alone with and Castiel alone.
"Okay Castiel, get your face out of my nape. That's a mate exclusively" He internally ignores the internal shiver at the intimacy.
"Oh, sorry" At that Castiel steps away, but then tilts his face "But it is not just a mate spot, I know non-mates may scent each others because it is a pheromone-rich area"
"You're right, but it is for me. It's not like you're my pup I need to soothe anyway. We're not pack either, that's Sammy and he hasn't asked for soothing in a long while"
Castiel nods as he moves away, but then asks, "Won't we scent each other much during the heat however? Napes included? Heat-partners is an exemption for the mating gland as well, and we will both be more comfortable with said access to each other."
"I do suppose you are right about that. But I am still not used to it"
"Then what are you used to that we could do right now, to start getting comfortable?"
"Wrists" The answer is automatic.
With a plan, they move towards the sofa and lend each other the respective appendages. Bringing the soft, unfamiliar wrist to his face, Dean scents softly. Its honey sweet and soft as sunflowers, but the touch of ozone is like a pleasant, soft buzz of electricity to his senses. As he looks to the side, the angel seems equally pleased with his own scent, which is delightful. Yes, he is sure that they'll get comfortable.
As if reading his mind, the angel speaks up "Ready to move up?"
"Go ahead" the human answers with a smirk, with faked confidence.
The soft air current once hitting his wrist moves up slowly to the inside of his elbow, and he still feels fine at having someone at a minor scent point. Giving a small nod to the expectant omega, the current moves up and the warm body moves closer. Front to front with one another, the nose is at his throat almost touching. Nerves sparking with potential at the hyper-awareness that at any moment there could be contact, and Dean reflexively extends his throat in invitation. Somehow, he knows Castiel may be smiling, as he straddles him and leans down to smell the mating gland one once again. He feels the air of the words against the back of his neck "I believe we'll be just fine. Is it okay now?"
Anticipation for an accompanied heat runs through Dean as he answers "Yes", and he turns to scent his fellow omega.
It is, unsurprisingly, a very pleasant way to wait for heat to strike. Which, based on the sweetening of honey and sunflower, it will be hitting Castiel first.
When the other Winchester comes back comes back, its more of what he bought the day before, with the necessary addition of suppressants Dean injects for him. Throughout this, Castiel has gotten clingy; and Dean is not doing better as the heat is now just simmering below his skin.
He grabs the new nesting materials, and drags himself and the angel back to the room with the nest. When the seraph finally lays eyes on the soft piles, Dean feels hands twitch against the clothes on his back.
"Go ahead" he encourages "You'll feel better if you give in"
Castiel heads over to the nest and starts feeling around without disrupting the overall structure. Instinctively rubbing the fresh glands in his wrists against the materials. Paying special attention to some of the older items that already have Dean's scent. Especially bringing them up to his nose till he is satisfied with the mixing of scents before he returns them to their original spot. Then he looks up at Dean, a little bit lost; and Dean hands him a new blanket. Which Cas scents and then starts placing in the nest. This goes on into he starts changing the shape of the nest to better accommodate two and looks up at Dean like a deer in headlight; afraid after having caused such a disturbance to the other omega's nest. Dean releases his own wave of pheromones, soothing petrichor and honeysuckle and fresh-out the oven pies conveys his approval. Castiel preens and releases his own honey-sweet happy content omega pheromones and more confidently starts changing the shape of the nest.
Done at last, the angel stands back, Dean can smell the anticipation in the air as he takes in the nest. He releases his own pleased happy scent into the air, "Good job first timer, how you feeling?" he asks.
"I feel marginally soothed I supposed, but I believe my heat is about to hit. What's next?"
"But you've been so confident so far" Dean teases with a grin.
"I know the potentials, but I don't know how it applies to me. I'd appreciate an answer now" The sunflowers smell less fresh as Castiel is unable to stop his frustration from bleeding into his smell.
"Calm down, I didn't say I wouldn't answer. You do what you've been doing, following along what feels right. I am going to undress because I don't feel like ruining my clothes, but I'll leave on my boxers for both our comforts. I know I'll sweat a lot in spite of the cooler spring temperatures. From what I remember of my first heat, you'll sweat a lot as well, probably the most you ever will. Not so much because of fever, but your exocrine system is just getting familiar with releasing large quantities of pheromones into the air; taking your sweat glands along for the ride. Because of that we'll be drinking lots of electrolytes -you especially- to prevent dehydration. You'll loose you appetite, but I know I'll make sure you stay fed. I know you don't usually need it, but better safe than sorry. You could go into loneliness induced distress if you feel uncared for. Trust me, you do not want to go into distress during you first heat. You may want to cuddle and scent me, and to be scented back. Which, based on your current behavior, is very likely you'll want. We'll play it by ear as to what we are comfortable doing together. Any more questions?"
Without missing a beat, Castiel begins "As demonstrated, I am more than fine with cuddling and scenting, how far can we take that? How attached are you to the current shirt you are wearing? I am agreeable to keeping on my underwear, but the pants do feel like too much. What role will Sam serve in this since he has not left the house? Does he have to stay? Can I bring my wings out? they feel too tight."
"We can take is as far as you need, but no sex. I am mildly attached, why? Sam is plan B in case either of our heats turn bad. He'll also bring more water and food into the room if we haven't left in a while, as well as periodically ensuring we are alive, so he is -unfortunately- staying. Bringing your wings out is up to you."
"Understood, I want the shirt you are wearing right now" pause "please" he tacks on to the end.
"Ugh there goes the last clean shirt" Dean complains, but still removes his shirt and gives it to the seraph. Then continues to take it off the pants, but keeps the special heat underwear on.
"Thank you" Castiel says and removes his own upper garments to put on Dean shirt instead without hesitation.
Awkwardness follows, but in-spite of inexperience, Dean still takes the lead and lays on the nest first. He gets comfortable while waiting as Castiel puts on his own heat-underwear. As he turns to scent the nest, he's incredibly pleased by the new scent in the nest. Glad that it has lost the clinical touch with the addition of another to it's design.
When the angel steps out the bathroom, he just stands there and stares at the omega already in the nest. The hunter sighs, and spreads his appendages in a simile of an invitation to hug "Come on fuzzy-bee, I don't have all day" Frowning at the nickname but still obeying, Castiel tentatively steps into the nest and takes up on the invitation, fitting himself among the open legs and tucking his face against the column of Dean's throat. Scenting politely instead of diving for the tempting mating gland like last time. Arms come around in an embrace, powerful thighs beneath him shift to better cradle him against the more experienced omega; and finally, for the first time since these changes in his body began, Castiel feels safe and comfortable.
As he relaxes, his wings spill out wherever they were tucked in his back and rip the lent shirt, and Dean groans.
Tense, Castiel starts releasing appeasing forgive-me and even pack-bonding pheromones into the air.
"Hey, hey, it's fine, I'm not mad. It was an old shirt anyway" Dean rushes to reassure and instinctively releases answering pheromones, instincts already starting to take over, and steadily shifting towards 'protecting' this new pack mate -oh he's fucked- petrichor and pastry filling the air soothingly with calm and comfort and lightly, what he can't restraint, answering pack bonding pheromones.
When Castiel's scent calms again, Dean commands
"Grab some shut-eye, you'll need the energy for however your heat takes you"
Castiel hums, and drifts off to fantasies of eating pie in a rainy summer day.
Dean wakes to something soft rubbing against his cheek and too much warmth. It's dark and he can't see clearly, but remembers turning on a soft warm lighted lamp in the room. He thinks he makes out the texture of wings with the brief slits of light in front of him. The arms around him tightening and Castiel rubbing his cheek against him again brings his attention back to the omega.
"Is it here yet?" He foregoes greetings and asks with a yawn.
"mhm" he hears the rustle of feathers.
"How are you feeling?"
"… fine…" The head turns to run his nose across his cheek.
"Do you need something?"
"mm"
"I need words. If you want something you will have to spell it out. I can't read your mind."
The omega keeps scenting his face before lifting his head slightly to lock drowsy eyes with Dean's. He releases the arms keeping them locked to grab the hunter's face. Looking down, he notices the glands in his wrists are slightly red. He must have rubbed them too much in his rush to add his scent to the nest. It hadn't occurred to the human to check that.
"Scent marking, I feel lonely, please" answers the sleep rasped voice at last.
"Alright, how about your wrists first?"
The angel looks at him for a moment before pressing the sore glands to Dean's face. The hunter wastes no time, slowly rubbing his mouth against the swollen skin. The endorphin rush can help with the pain, but saliva will serve better. "If I lick them, the soreness will come down faster. Are you okay with that?" Castiel nods in a hurry and further presses his wrist against the human's mouth. The omega chuckles before opening his mouth to lap at the delicate gland at the wrist. Pleased, the seraph starts up a purr. But wrists are not the only thing he'll be scenting today.
"So, where next?"
"Everywhere you can"
Slowly, Dean moves to shift them from a prone, to a reclining sitting position. "Alright, you first?"
"Yes"
"Do you want me to also use the glands at my mouth again?"
"Please" Then Castiel releases the human to present his wings. "Wings first" Comes out the demand.
That gives Dean pause. "Uhm… how exactly do you want me to scent your wings?"
"While preening them, of course"
"Okay, how do I preen them?
At that, Castiel maneuvers to scowl at the man. "By preening them"
"Fine, like a bird?"
"If that's what it takes"
Dean's a little overwhelmed by the three pairs of wings in front of him. The smaller pair at the top look less intimidating, so he moves his hands towards there. He vaguely remembers some ornithologist they'd helped during a hunt. He'd gone into a rant about preening for birds during an anxiety induced monologue. He doesn't know how this may apply to a divine being, but if it looks like a duck, well. He softly runs his hands through them, he doesn't see any tangles, no loose feathers either. They are pristine really. No new feathers coming. So he turns to look for oil glands, which he doesn't find either. Are angels too superior for standard mortal feather maintenance? He gives up and massages his own wrist glands, getting a heavy coating of the shiny pheromone heavy substance, he lightly trails his fingers through the keratinous structures. Softly massaging the bases here and there, enjoying the softness of the fluffier feathers, and the prowess of the flight-oriented primaries. He gets lost in the repetitive motion as he goes through the large appendages. Even rubbing his face against the downy feathers at the base, letting the scent glands at the corners of his mouth join in. While a powerful purr goes on the background as further encouragement.
When he's finally satisfied and out of the scenting daze, he realizes Castiel hasn't moved. He'd taken it as the seraph making it easier on him to fulfill the request. But now…
As he moves to take a look at the man, he sees those sky-blue eyes closed, their owner asleep, a purr still rumbling on. When he goes to get him more comfortable the angel wakes, a drowsy smile taking over before tackling Dean against the nest. Where both fall asleep fully relaxed and drunk on the mixed concoction of happy pheromones suffusing the room.
The next time he wakes up, it can't have been more than an hour. His heat is fully here; gently dislodging his living, sweaty blanket, and crawling his way away from surprisingly clingy wings, he reaches the water and rations.
He thinks he is fast tending to his needs, even making a trip to the bathroom, but he returns to a disgruntled looking Castiel. The hunter raises his hands pacifyingly. "I'm coming, I'm coming." Then bends to grab some water and bars for Castiel and heads back to the nest; where wings pull him back in once he is in range, almost making him face plant into the nest.
"Sorry" Castiel says, more awake -and more calm- now that Dean is back in the nest.
Dean rubs the top of his head against the angel's chin in forgiveness, before lifting himself in a more straddling position, the seraph following and getting in a more vertical orientation.
"Come on, open up baby bird, time to eat and drink" Dean says as he pushes the water bottle and protein bar against Castiel's chest. When he gets no reaction, he presses again before his nest partner gets the memo. Reluctantly, the angel eats his rations, but drinks the water with more gusto. When he's done, Castiel clears his throat before speaking "Sorry for falling asleep, I relaxed and drifted off before I realized. Could we continue?" The puppy eyes he flashes are to sweet for Dean to resist, so he sighs and asks "Where do you want to be scented next?"
At that, Castiel just presents his face. It takes a second, but Dean seeks confirmation "Your face?" At the nod, "Wrist or mouth?"he smirks "Mouth" is the quick answer. Obediently, Dean starts leaving soft pheromone-tinted pecks across the angel's face; and the scenting session continues.
Despite being drenched in Dean pheromones, Castiel is still unsatisfied. A sign he probably wants to start marking Dean back. However, the warrior's version of marking is not as gentle as the hunter's. He is bitey, a lesson learned at the trail made by the fresh marking-canines now adorning the new omega's mouth. From the forums of late presenting omegas, he knows better than to give Castiel free range, those growing fangs may be smaller than a vampire's or an alpha's, but they are still sharp things that can easily draw blood. As Castiel finds every place he wants to mark, he pauses to wait for Dean's go-ahead. With a particular fixation in his scent glands that the human refuses to encourage, he refuses for such vulnerable areas to be the training ground for the warrior's bite control. The first few bites -collarbones, shoulder, hip- are a bit rough and almost draw blood. But they are quickly soothed by a warm tongue. As he gets more experienced, the bites are just pleasant (he is not sure if he means that he gets used to the bites, or Castiel get better control). Cheekily, Castiel seems to bite him most at soft, fleshy areas that draw whines from Dean's throat.
By the time they are done, Dean is covered in bite marks and has barely saved his glands from a good old chomp; while Castiel is spooning behind him, licking at the gland at his nape he is not allowed to bite. Both pleased and relaxed from their activities, instincts soothed. Wearing sunflowers and honey as a second skin, Dean goes to sleep with his own purr vibrating away in his chest. A hand not his own lovingly touching the source of the purr.
It is two days later and both of them are free from the claws of need. But he's gotten rather comfortable with the angel. It may be instinct speaking -bonding pheromones are no joke- but he feels rather attached. The very lucid angel lounges atop him in the ripped remains of his shirt, seemingly also more attached.
"How you feeling?"
"Sweaty, dirty, but rather pleased. My vessel has not felt this comfortable since before the resurrection. It feels more fitting, even"
"Oh yeah?"
Castiel nuzzles the column of Dean's throat, gently nipping the thin skin covering his Adam's apple. A moment passes "I know this doesn't make us pack, but… I'd like more of this. I want more heats, and I want to spend them with you." he answers at last, then starts running his run across the place he bit.
Dean doesn't remember the last time he spent a heat with someone. There was trying to find a safe space, vet a partner, then insecurity hit when John went MIA and halted everything to a stop. But this was nice, the heat passed faster with company. He can still keep future full blown heats platonic as long as he ensures he thoroughly scents Cas as pack. Surely a guardian angel is a safe heat partner, right?
"Are you sure? This was you first heat so you felt the need for company more deeply. But future heats won't hit like this?"
"Dean, if I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have even come to you for this. I don't care that future heats won't hit like this, I'd still want to spend them with you. It's fine if you don't…" As Castiel starts to move away, Dean touches him, stopping the seraph.
"How about this, you go back to heaven and continue the reorganization, give your body some time to clear out the bonding pheromones. Give me some time too, and we'll revisit this topic with a clear head. Cause its not just me, its Sammy too. Sounds good?" He proposes, the omega thinks it over before accepting the suggestion.
Sam has ensured both omegas are still alive, and promptly fucks off for a well deserved break.The two post heat omegas now fully lucid and back on their senses, instincts under control, and completely safe to be left on their own. Despite the absence of intimacy-hungry heat, and their discussion, Castiel is still plastered to Dean. Taking full advantage before the separation.
"You know, you don't have to keep clinging to me like this"
"You said to do what my instincts wanted"
"Yeah, to abate your heat, which based on your current smell, has left the building"
Castiel takes a sniff of the air before answering "I believe I still smell it in the air"
Dean gives the angel a look, which is answered by an entirely innocent smile.
"Do I have to be in heat to listen to my instincts?" He counter argues.
"Sometimes your instincts will be violent, what will you do about that?"
"This is not a violent instinct" tightening his hands around the human "and you'll be pack, I believe engaging in bonding activities with pack members is perfectly permissible"
"You're not wrong, but it's the bonding pheromones talking, not any actual sense of trust you have on me. Also, we agreed to discuss this at a later date with Sam's input"
"I think me dying to make sure you could stop Samuel speaks of the trust I have on you. Additionally, the bonding pheromones will be flushed out later anyways, future plans do not have to impede my current actions"
Dean goes silent at that, sure, the angel was alive now, but he still feels guilty about that. How much blood in his hands was that now? Human and monster are already hard to get off, does angelic blood wash off? Before his brain can go off again, he feels a nip to his ear.
"I recognize these are bonding pheromones, but I already inherently trusted you, and felt connected to you before my new needs. This just feels like an expansion to the bond we've always possessed"
Dean reaches down and grasps the hand Castiel holds around him, but instead of removing it, he just squeezes gently in acknowledgment.
"You should still respect my personal space"
"Is that still a thing after our heat"
Dean blushes slightly at the wording, "At least ask"
"Understood. Dean, I feel safe like this, can I keep holding you? At least till I leave?"
"You could leave at any time"
"Yes, but we're cleaning out the heat room, no?"
"Hmm"
Dean leans his head slightly to brush his cheek against that of the angel laying his head in his shoulder. As he returns to whatever he was going, he briefly breathes out a "yes". Castiel leans forward and rubs his cheek against the omega's, and the air is filled with happy intermingling honey, sunflowers, honeysuckle, and petrichor.