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Wake Up 

By Waywardgirl222 

I am terribly broken

and know darkness well

but the light inside of me

has a story to tell.

-Christy Ann

It’s May 31st., 1990, a Thursday, and eight year old Sammy is ecstatic. Tomorrow’s the last day of school. It’s going to be a half day which usually means two things—report cards and class partying. Sammy isn’t worried about his report card. He’s got all A’s, not that his father would care, but his older brother Dean will be very proud of him. And, that’s all that matters. He’s looking forward to a good party. Sammy’s got a sweet tooth. There’ll be pizza, chips, and dips, but it’s the cupcakes, sodas, and candy he’s looking forward to. John never let’s Dean buy these types of food items for them. Their father always complains that pizza costs too much and sweets make Sammy hyper. Whatever. He’ll enjoy it with gusto and John can’t do a damn thing about it. There’s another reason Sammy’s looking forward to tomorrow. It’ll be the beginning of summer vacation. It’s the time that Sammy can bask in the light that is his big brother, the sun that lights his world. Sure, summer might be a little hard on both of them. There won’t be any school lunch programs in place to keep them well fed. Food might be a little scarce, but they’ll make due. Dean always makes sure of that. Dean is not only a big brother. Dean is the sun, the moon, and the stars for Sammy. Dean is a stand in for everything that a father and mother should be. Dean is home. Sammy doesn’t know any other way. Their mother died in a tragic house fire when Sammy was a baby. Big brother Dean has been raising him ever since. 

Sammy was surprised to find out that his brother presented as an Omega this past spring. He always thought his brother was an Alpha, the way he was always beating up anyone who gave Sam trouble at school. Dean was tall and well built even though they were both slightly underweight. It seemed like they never had enough to eat, but Dean always made sure Sammy was well-fed even if Dean had to give him his own portion of the food he ate. Sammy was none the wiser and Dean didn’t mind.

Looking back, he should have known. Alphas were built to be strong leaders, ambitious, and fearless. Omegas we’re built to be nurturing, kind, and loving. While Alphas had a tendency to be brutes and knotheads, Omegas were sought after for their beauty and tenderness. And Dean’s beauty was an understatement. Dean had the most beautiful emerald green eyes, the color of moss in the springtime. His hair was a shade that Sammy couldn’t fully describe. It was the color of wheat and honey, light brown with blonde highlights that glistened in the sunlight. He had an adorable cleft on his chin. Sam had one as well, but he’d rather admire Dean’s. Dean had dimples just like Sammy, too. They came out to play whenever Dean smiled. And, the cherry on top were the freckles that lay strewn across the bridge of his nose. Sammy longed to count all the freckles on Dean’s body because he was sure there were many more under all his layers of clothing. 

He should have known, they way Dean was so loving and caring—-the way he took care of whatever crappy motel or house they squatted in and made it feel like home. The way he cooked and baked for Sammy. He could make mom’s ‘Winchester Surprise’ like nobody’s business. He could scrounge up a meal with practically only two ingredients. Dean washed the clothes, bought the groceries, mopped the floors, cleaned the bathroom, and took care of Sammy whenever he was sick. Why John didn’t appreciate anything Dean did was beyond Sammy’s comprehension. Sammy thought everything that Dean did was awesome and he made sure to let Dean know how he felt about it. But not John. John looked at Dean differently. John became distant and cold. That’s the time Dean started wearing layer upon layer of clothing. He told Sammy he was cold, but Sam didn’t fall off a turnip truck yesterday. He could see the bruises whenever Dean pushed his sleeves up to do the dishes. He could see how Dean flinched every time John stood up and got near Dean. Sam could hear how Dean would quietly whimper or cry at night whenever he turned on the mattress when he thought Sammy was asleep, his body racked with pain. Sammy made himself a promise that night. He promised himself that if he ever presented as an Alpha, he’d whisk his brother, his Omega away from this living nightmare. 

That summer of 1990 was glorious. John was gone most of the time on some hunt as he pursued the elusive yellow-eyed demon that killed their mother. John would leave them in some skeevy motel with very little money. They had to learn how to survive on their own. Sammy was more than ok with it. That meant more time with his older brother. Dean would cook and bake anything Sammy wanted within reason. Dean would read to him as Sammy lived out his fantasies. It started off with Dean reading him “The Hobbit.” Then, they read “The Fellowship of the Ring” and “The Two Towers.” That summer concluded with “The Return of the King.” At night, he would watch in fascination as Dean salted the doors and windows, stood watch with the sawed-off shotgun Dean had made at age twelve. Sammy could only hope he could one day be like his older brother. 

The next few years were glorious as well. Dean protected Sammy at school and at home. Sammy was oblivious to Dean’s suffering sometimes. Looking back, he doesn’t know if he just turned a blind eye or he was just really that stupid. They say ignorance is bliss. Dean’s cooking and baking skills improved immensely. Sammy begged Dean to read him “The Once and Future King” by T. H. White. Sam knew he was completely able to read these novels by himself, but it was a whole other world when Dean read them to him. 

Eventually, Sammy did take notice of how their father treated them differently. Sammy had more freedom while Dean’s seemed to dwindle more and more each year. Sam’s not blind. He quickly figures out why John locks Dean up in the bathroom for a week at a time each month. Sam wishes he could help Dean during these difficult times. He doesn’t like to see his brother suffering. Sammy isn’t allowed to help Dean with chores either because that’s “Omega’s work.” Dean has to cater to John’s whims. Eventually, Dean has to cater to Sammy’s whims as well. That didn’t seem fair. Who takes care of Dean? John still took them hunting, but Dean had to stay in the family car, a 1967 black Chevrolet Impala because apparently Omegas can’t tolerate killing stuff. 

Sammy pops his knot at age twelve one autumn. They were squatting in a ramshackle farmhouse in Little Rock, Arkansas when Sammy meets his first girlfriend. She’s a petite blonde named Katie. They make out under the bleachers a lot. She had this book with her all the time. Curiosity gets the best of Sam. He asked her what she’s reading. She says it’s V. C. Andrew’s “Flowers in the Attic.” Sammy reads it. Life’s never the same after that. He dumps Katie, keeps the book. His fantasies take a complete 360 degree turn that year. In his mind, he’s Christopher to Dean’s Cathy Dollenganger. He envisions John locking them up in an attic where he can have Dean all to himself minus the weird twins. 

John decides that Dean doesn’t need to go to school anymore so Dean eventually quits school at sixteen. Half of Dean is sad because he really did want to finish high school like Sam is eventually going to. He wanted to prove himself to John, prove that he wasn’t just your typical stupid Omega. He could learn just like any Beta or Alpha even. The other half of him was relieved because he didn’t know how much more harassment he could take at the hands of cruel knotheads who just wanted to jump his bones. Don’t get him wrong. Dean could stand up for his own, but it was tiring to say the least. Sam couldn’t defend his honor everywhere. 

With John gone all the time, it doesn’t take long for Sammy to subdue Dean and mate him on the stained carpet of the hallway in their latest rundown tenement apartment. Dean was hoping for something more romantic. Needless to say he didn’t get that. It was more like wham, bam, thank you Dee. It’s not uncommon for Alpha siblings to take their own Omega siblings as mates. John of course is furious. Sammy grins. It’s too late now. Dean has a huge mating bite on the right side between his neck and his shoulder. Sammy’s proud. Sam doesn’t have a mating bite, though. John has to fold his hands. He eventually gives in. He buys Dean birth control pills and suppressants. His boys are too young to be procreating. Sammy’s as happy as a clam. Dean isn’t suffering during his heats anymore. Sammy’s a generous Alpha. 

Eventually all good things come to an end don’t they? It’s the law of the universe that finally cracks the Winchester family. It’s the one that states no two Alphas can exist in one place. It’s a cruel and fickle law. John and Sam butt heads when Sam turns seventeen and as usual, Dean’s stuck in the middle. Dean’s a natural peacemaker. Still, it’s not enough. Sam decides to hightail it out of Dodge. He’s had enough of John, fucking insufferable prick that he is. Convincing Dean to leave him is a whole other story. Dean is torn between two Alphas. Does he stay with his original Alpha, his father or does he stay with his mate, Sam? The decision’s made for him because Sam leaves for California without Dean. He’s got a full-ride to Stanford University and he ain’t looking back. It devastates Dean to the core completely. How can Sam just forget that they’re mated? It’s inconceivable and yet it happens. 

The next year is excruciating for Dean. He finds out that Sammy has shacked up with another Omega. Her name is Jessica. She’s a blonde with big blue eyes. It crushes his soul, his inner Omega. Wasn’t he enough for Sam? Apparently not. Living with John becomes a living nightmare. The cycle of abuse continues. Dean’s such a failure. He can’t even hold on to his own Alpha. Then one day, John completely disappears on a hunt. Dean’s beside himself. He doesn’t know what to do, so he does the only thing he can. He looks for San. Dean finds out where Sam lives. He breaks in. The infamous lines are spoken.

“Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”

“So he’s one a ‘Miller Time Shift’ he’ll stumble in sooner or later.”

-Pause-

“Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

“Jess, excuse us.”

And, just like that, Sam and Dean Winchester are back together as if no time had passed. Dean is still heartbroken. If he wasn’t wearing scent blockers Sam could’ve smelled the overpowering essence of burnt sugar and roasted bitter coffee wafting from Dean’s pores. Dean wants to whimper, a soulful whine of pain, but he has too much pride. He will not lower himself in front of Jessica. He briefly touches his mating bite. It throbs.

They look for clues and solve the mystery of the “Lady in White. No real clues on the whereabouts of their dad are found. Dean drives Sam back to Jessica’s loving arms as he swallows the bile that keeps coming up his throat. No words are spoken. Sam’s distant, even cold. Dean’s grateful they didn’t have a pup together. It would be too much to bear. Dean can’t even look Sam in the eye as he holds back the tears when he drops Sam off at his apartment. There’s no hugs, no kisses. 

“Maybe I can meet up with you later?”

“Yeah. Alright.”

They both know it ain’t gonna happen.

“Sam, you know we made a hell of a team back there.”

“Yeah.”

An emptiness fills the air. Sam doesn’t say anything else. Sam just walks away like a typical Alpha. Dean drives away, huge lump in his throat. 

Dean doesn’t get far when his hackles rise. The hairs on his arms stand at attention all at once, the voice in his head telling him that everything is wrong. The voice in his head that alerts him that his mate is in grave danger. He turns the Impala around. 

He gets to Sammy’s apartment just in the nick of time as Jessica’s body is burning on the ceiling just like Mary’s so long ago. He pries a hysterical Sam away from the burning building as it collapses on itself. The smell of burning human flesh is all around them assaulting their nostrils.

It doesn’t take long for the fire department to arrive. The fire is put out. Jessica’s burnt body is taken away. The police swarm the area. What does one say at a time like this? The police take their statements. Jessica died from a fire of unknown origin just like the Blue Oyster Cult song. Sammy looks like he’s eighteen going on four. He looks like a lost child, like Dean did when they lost their mommy. Dean swallows his pride. He hugs Sammy. 

“We’ve got work to do.” Dean says. 

The next thing they know, they’re following John’s coordinates in his journal. It’s so strange how he didn’t take it with him Dean thinks.The coordinates lead them to Blackwater Ridge, Colorado where they hunt down a Wendigo. They save people, hunt the bastard down…the family business. 

Next, they head off to Wisconsin and solve a series of mysterious drownings. Dean watches Sam pensively. His brother, his mate is in pain. October leads them on a transcontinental plane ride chasing a phantom traveler. This one’s painful for Dean. He hates flying with a vengeance. Then, they’re off to Nebraska to solve a “Bloody Mary” case. Dean wants to reconnect with his mate, but Sam just shrugs it off. He’s still dealing with Jessica’s death. Dean wants to scream “Dude, I’m right here, dammit!” He doesn’t. 

Later that autumn. a skinwalker case really does a number on Dean. This case will haunt Dean for the rest of his life marking him a wanted man. Sam doesn’t seem to care. Next, it’s off to Iowa to solve the “Hookman” case, then it’s a disgusting case involving creepy-crawlies. Dean never wants to see another bee or cockroach in his life if he can help it.  

November has them returning back to their childhood home to save the lady and her children that now have the misfortune of living in the reconstructed ‘Winchester’ house. Dean has to live the painful memories all over again while Sam doesn’t even flinch. They see a vision of their mother, Mary. Dean has to relive his mother’s death all over while Sam just shrugs it off. Then Sam almost kills Dean when they investigate a haunted asylum. Thank goodness they were salt rounds or else Dean would be pushing up daisies. Sam says a lot of spiteful things that night. Dean forgives him. 

The rest of the autumn sucks majorly as Sam dumps Dean yet again for another blonde after an argument. Sam runs away with her like a typical Alpha again. It suddenly occurs to Dean why Alphas don’t have mating bites. It’s so they can switch to another lover while leaving their mate to suffer alone. Dean continues investigating by himself only to be almost sacrificed to a pagan fertility god in an apple orchard. Hope their apple pie was freaking worth it! Sam comes to his senses and saves Dean.  Dean really hates blondes now. 

It isn’t until Dean’s electrocuted and literally fried to death that Sam comes to realize he loves Dean. He can’t let Dean die. Sam wakes up and smells the coffee. He has to save his brother, his Omega. He takes him to see a faith healer. Turns out the faith healer’s a fraud. His wife’s made an unholy pact with a reaper. Dean feels awful. Someone actually had to die in order for him to be healed. Then there’s the guilt Dean feels because another girl can’t be healed all because they put a stop to the whole thing. Dean’s faith is shaken to it’s core. Sammy comes to his senses. They make sweet love at the Bluebird Inn that night. Dean feels whole again. 

In January, they help Dean’s old girlfriend Cassie after her father dies under mysterious circumstances. Sammy’s a little jealous. Dean spends one night with her. He realizes it was all over between them before if even began. He tells Sam it’s nothing. It isn’t really. Sam can overlook it. He’s done much worse. 

In February, Sam starts getting premonitions after a case. Then Sammy hangs on to Dean dearly after Dean’s tortured by a group of cannibalistic freaks that dare to mar Dean’s beautiful skin with a fireplace poker. Sam sees red. 

In March, they run into a demon now known as Meg, the same blonde bitch that took Sam away from Dean. After that it’s a case of Hellhouse. Then it’s off to Wisconsin where children are falling ill. It’s a damn Striga. That brings Dean full circle to the guilt he feels after not protecting Sam from a similar Striga when he was still a kid. Dad never looked at him the same way after that clusterfuck. At least they saved these children from a similar fate. 

In April, Dean learns what the term provenance means after they investigate a haunted painting. Dean’s more than jealous when Sam has the hots for Sarah Blake, an art expert. This time she’s a brunette. There’s no end to Sammy’s appetite for women. Dean thinks about ditching him, but his mating bite doesn’t let him. 

Later that Spring, John’s back in the picture like nothing ever happened. John and Sam are at each other’s throats. Dean’s playing the intermediary again. It sucks majorly. Meg is still trying to kill them all. She hates Dean with a vengeance. 

By Fall, Meg’s done her damage. The yellow-eyed demon is hot on their trail. Dean and Sam manage to save their father only to have their father almost kill them. John’s possession by the yellow-eyes demon almost kills Dean. Dean’s lost a lot of blood. Sam tries to get them to a hospital only to have a major collision with a semi. It’s not looking good for Dean. Dean has a near-death experience. Sammy can’t lose his mate. Not this way. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, John snags a deal with the demon, trades places with Dean. John dies and goes to hell. Sam thinks it’s a fair trade. The bastard deserves to go there after the way he treated Dean, his Omega. Dean has to live with the guilt and the horror of John’s last order —-kill Sam, his mate, before he goes to the dark side.

Death is a bitch. John is given a proper ‘hunter’s funeral’ on a pyre. As usual, Dean has repressed his emotions. Sam wants him to open up. Dean doesn’t look to kindly on the idea. Sammy’s never really been there when Dean needed him to be. Dean takes it out the only way he can. He beats Baby, his beloved car to a pulp. He rebuilds her. 

That Autumn, they join a traveling circus because everybody loves a clown. Dean finds out Sam hates clown. Then they have the unfortunate circumstance of meeting Gordon Walker. He’s a fellow hunter who’s hunting vampires. He’s a major dick. Dean can appreciate his bloodlust though. Sam doesn’t. Dean and Sam are on shaky ground again. That same fall, Sammy’s psychic powers start developing. They try to save some children that shouldn’t be playing with dead thing. They also discover the Harvelle Roadhouse. They meet Ellen & Jo Harvelle. They suspect that their father had a side thing going on with Ellen. Jo’s pretty cool. Sam thinks she’s got a thing for Dean. Dean admits that there’s a connection there. What it is, he doesn’t know. Dean’s starting to think all Winchester men are unfaithful. 

By December, they’re off to Oregon to crack the mystery of the Croatian virus. In January, Sam comes to find out that John told Dean to kill him if he went to the ‘dark side.’ Things were getting better. Now, they’re back to square one. 

January of 2007, has them investigating a haunted bed-and-breakfast hotel with creepy dolls. Then they’re off following houses of the holy and a night shifter. 

By February, Dean thinks he’s definitely born under a bad sign. Things keep getting worse as they investigate strange happenings at a college campus. They admit they need more help. They enlist the help of their uncle Bobby. The man is a grumpy old curmudgeon, but Dean likes him. The old man in the baseball hat seems to like Dean as well, Sam not so much. 

By March, they’re dealing with road kill, werewolves, and Hollywood ghost murders. In April, they wind up in jail to solve the murders of inmates. Sammy’s indignant about the whole jail time. Dean takes a more lenient approach. It doesn’t surprise him one bit to be inside a jail. It’s probably what they deserve after all the shit they’ve done. They make passionate love at the Starlite Motel after their jailbreak. Dean pretends everything’s ok. Sam still doesn’t let Dean give him a mating bite. 

That May, Dean’s put through the ringer when a Djinn shows him the life he’s always wanted. In the end, it doesn’t turn out so good. Sammy couldn’t stand him in their ‘apple pie life.’ Sam actually detested him. Sam was engaged to another blonde. It figures. Dean actually had a pretty and nice mate in another life. He wondered what that would be like. Sam saves Dean from the Djinn. Life goes back to the crapfest it’s always been. 

By the end of May, all hell breaks loose in of all places Cold Oak. Sammy’s dead, stabbed in the back by some fucker named Jake. Dean is devastated. An Omega can’t live without it’s mate. His mating bite begins to turn an ugly shade of grey. Dean does the only thing he can think of. He summons a crossroad’s demon and wins back Sam’s life, but at what cost? Dean trades his life for Sammy’s. He gets a measly one year deal. He’ll have to forfeit his life for Sam’s. The only silver lining is that he, a lowly Omega, is the one to kill the yellow-eyed demon with Samuel Colt’s supernatural gun later that month finally avenging the death of their mother. It’s something that John Winchester himself could never accomplish. Apparently, Omegas can kill evil things. It’s a bittersweet ending. 

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I'm not sober all the time,
You bring me down, at least you try,
Until we see this eye to eye,
I don't want you, 

Wake Up by 3 Days Grace 

It’s October of 2007 when literally everything goes to hell in a hand basket. Sammy had fallen head-over-heels with a petite mousy chick named Ruby. She’s a brunette and a demon. Dean thinks Sam has set the bar real low this time. He’s seething. He has every right to be. Blonde, brunette, hell even redhead—-his mate will do them all while he just sits there in a skeevy motel room with less than a year to live. That’s when things go South pretty fast. 

“Sam, are you really going out with Ruby again after everything I’ve done for you?” Dean’s crying.

“Dean, you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m your Alpha! You just sit here and try to look pretty. Stay here at the motel. It’s an order. Don’t you worry your precious head about me and Ruby. Ok,”

Sam’s a patronizing dick right now.

“But, but Sam—she’s a demon!”

SMACK!

Sam just popped one on Dean’s lip for mouthing off. No Omega gets to talk to his Alpha like that. Dean is stunned. Sammy’s pushed him, shoved him a little to roughly maybe, but he’s never hit him until now. His lower lip is bleeding. 

“You don’t know my needs, Dean. She helps me. She helps me in ways that you will never understand. Ok? Now, leave it alone. Just, just go to sleep. Stay here. Don’t you dare leave. Get in the damn bathroom, Dean!”

“Wha…what?”

“I said get in the damn bathroom! What part of that didn’t you understand?”

Sam shoves Dean into the bathroom and locks the door. The lock clicks.

“I’m taking the Impala. Just, just sleep in the bathtub for all I care. Don’t wait up. It’s gonna be a long night.”

SLAM

Dean can’t believe what just happened. He’s got a bloody lower lip and he’s been reduced to being locked up in the bathroom just like John used to do during his heats. Dean lowers himself onto the cruddy stained linoleum flooring of the bathroom. He cries himself to sleep. 

The next morning, Sam returns and unlocks Dean from the bathroom. Dean’s trembling. He really hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning. Sam doesn’t say anything. He reeks of stale blood and sex. Dean winces. He can’t believe he’s been cheated on again. It’s almost unbearable how much Alphas can cheat on their mates while Omegas can’t. It’s not in their code. Their mating bond doesn’t allow for cheating. Once the mating bond takes hold, they’re monogamous for life. He bites his lower lip even though it hurts. 

Sam forces Dean to his knees. Sam wants control over his property. He wants what he always wants in the morning. Dean gulps and tries not to cry. He undoes the zipper of Sam’s jeans with trembling hands. He can hardly get his fingers to cooperate. A lone tear trickles down his cheek. He can’t stand to do what he’s about to do after she’s been there and done that. He wants to gag, but Sam doesn’t give him the luxury as he pushes Dean’s head in a vise grip. Sam moans and Dean does the unthinkable. Sam cums down his throat. It’s humiliating. The waterworks begin. The cut in Dean’s lip opens up again. It begins to bleed. Dean wipes it with the back of his hand. There’s cum and blood mixed together on his face, his shirt. Sam doesn’t care. He manhandles him into the Impala and throws their duffel bags into the back seat. They drive away in silence. 

The next weeks are pretty much the same thing. Sam goes out every night to be with Ruby. Each night he locks Dean in the bathroom of every sordid motel room. In the morning he wants head. In the evenings he wants Dean to submit to him. Dean doesn’t know why. That bitch is already doing him.

Sam’s taken away his birth control pills, his scent blockers, and his suppressants as he takes total control of his Omega. Dean dreads the inevitable. 

“Sam, please. Please stop seeing her. She’s no good for you. She’s a demon for Christ’s sake. Can’t you see? She’s, she’s just using you. You, you gotta stop drinking her blood. It’s toxic. It’ll change you, Sammy!”

SMACK!

Dean ends up with a second black eye in three weeks His hand automatically goes up to his swelling eye. He can’t say he’s stunned. Not with the way Sam’s been behaving. He grabs Dean by the collar of his torn t-shirt and flings him into the bathroom. Sam doesn’t say anything anymore. The only sound he hears is click of lock on the bathroom door. Dean slumps to the floor holding his stomach. He’s got cramps. He’s not feeling well lately. He’s not about to admit that his heat is at the threshold. 

Dean can hear the rubber of tires peel away as the Impala drives off into the night to meet the demon bitch, Ruby. Sam wastes no time getting to his lover. She’s literally five miles down the road at the Spanish Moss Motel. Sammy’s barely through the door before she’s cutting a three inch gash on her wrist and Sam’s sucking the demon blood out of her coursing veins. The more he sucks, the stronger he gets. They fuck afterwards. It’s sick and depraved and Sam loves every minute of it. 

The next morning it’s “Hello, Lucy! I’m home.” Sam expects everything to go smoothly, normal with his mate. Sam doesn’t notice that his mate’s eyes are red-rimmed and swollen shut from crying all night. Sam hasn’t noticed the congestion in his mate’s nostrils because he can’t breathe from the snot—because he was crying all night. Sam hasn’t noticed the fevered body aching for relief. He just takes and throws away what’s not needed. 

Dean’s in full heat. Sam hasn’t noticed. He just fucks Dean and leaves him panting on the slick soaked bed. He drags Dean’s naked body into the bathroom. He can’t be bothered with the details. Ruby’s waiting for him in the next town over. They have to discuss how to get Lilith. Time’s a wasting, there’s love to be made. Dean’s dumped into the hideous avocado green bathtub of the Starlite Inn. Sam will deal with him later. 

The following morning, Sam’s whistling some pop tune while yanking Dean’s body out of the tub.

“Geez, Dean. You’re disgusting.”

Sam yanks Dean back into the tub. Sam hoses him down barely scrubbing the blood, cum, and slick off of him at all. He rinses him with cold water, barely dries him off and gets him dressed haphazardly. Dean’s barely out of his heat-induced haze when he realizes that he’s back in the passenger’s seat of his Impala. Apparently, Sam’s driving them off to the next hunt or town or something. 

The next week Dean’s feeling a little better although he can’t remember anything that happened last week. He just remembers pain, heat, pain, Ruby, heat, and more pain. He doesn’t bother asking Sam. 

By the time he realizes it, Dean’s three states over and three months into his crossroads deal. Fuck. That means he’s got nine months before the hellhounds come for him. 

That morning, Sammy left him in some bumfuck town in Ohio while he goes off to suck Demon blood from Ruby’s emaciated wrist. Sam left him in boxers handcuffed to the bed frame. That’s Sam’s new M.O. now. He’s stuck watching the home shopping network. All of a sudden Dean feels clammy. The nausea is coursing through his body.

“Fuck! I’m gonna be sick.” 

He wants to grab the trash can but it’s too far away. He’s sweating bullets. The color’s gone from his face. Sweat trickles down his back as bile pushes up his throat. He upchucks on the hideous orange floral comforter. He wishes he had a glass of water to wash the awful taste in his mouth. He groans and presses his free hand on his abdomen. He doesn’t need a doctor to know he’s pregnant. Tears flow freely. 

Sam returns five hours later. This time stinking of blood, smoke, booze, and sex. 

“Dean, what the hell?”

“I’m, I’m sorry. It, it must’ve been that chili dog I ate from Sonic last night. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. I would’ve tried to go to the bathroom, but,,,” Dean jiggles his handcuffs. 

“Yeah. Ok. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Sam uncuffs him, orders him to strip, and leads him to the bathroom. He shoves Dean into the bathtub and proceeds to hose him down like an unruly puppy. Once again, it’s humiliating. Dean doesn’t have the energy to fight his brother. 

After Dean’s dressed in a clean in clean clothes, Sammy hauls him into the Impala. Dean realizes that Sam didn’t let him wear his work boots. Sam’s in a hurry. Ruby and him have to gank Lilith before it’s too late. Sam’s getting paranoid. He handcuffs Dean to the passenger’s door handle while Sam fetches breakfast from a local Denny’s. Sam comes back with two styrofoam containers filled to the brim with scrambled eggs, hash browns, and sausage patties, two cups of coffee. Dean wants to puke. 

“What’s wrong?” Sam asks. 

“Nothing, Just don’t feel good.”

The next half hour is torture as Sam force feeds Dean his breakfast. Dean tries everything in his power to hold it down. 

“You don’t look good, Dean. Gonna pull into the next motel. Ruby’s got a lead on Lilith. My powers are getting stronger. I can feel it. Last night I yanked out a demon without even hurting the host. You should have seen it, Dean! It was supernatural.”

Dean rolls his eyes, another roll of nausea is coming from the depths of his core. He swallows hard. 

“So, when you gonna call it off with this Ruby chick?” He says softly .

“Dean, don’t be like that. I wish you’d like her. She knows so much. She really helps me. The surge of power of get from her is unbelievable.”

“I used to do that.” Dean whispers. It’s almost inaudible. 

“What?”

“Nothing.” 

“Dean, I don’t get it. You’re always so jealous. It’s pathetic. You’re, you’re so needy and whiny. Dad was right. You’re practically useless.”

Dean flinches. That fucking hurt. 

“I’m, I’m not useless. I, I cook and clean for you…I give you everything you need. I, I just don’t understand why you need her when you have me s’all.”

“You just don’t get it do you? Ruby’s got it all. You’re, you’re just a pathetic Omega who’s jealous. She’s given me more then you ever have.”

Dean knows that’s not true. Dean doesn’t know if it’s the spiteful words or just his own body attacking him as he hurls all over the floorboard of the Impala. Sam pulls over to the shoulder of the road abruptly. Dean hits his head on the glovebox. He can’t brace himself because his wrists are still bound to the door handle. 

“You stupid Omega! Look what you’ve done!” 

“I’m sor…”

SMACK!

Sam backhands him across the face. Dean tries to cover his face and hunched over to protect his stomach. His first instinct is to protect his pup. 

Dean can’t help it. It’s too much. Between the aching pain in his heart and the one in his gut, he wants to curl up and die. The next thing he knows, they’re at a car wash and Sam uncuffs him, yanks him out of the car. San puts several quarters into a machine. The machine cranks up. Sam hauls Dean up against a grey brick wall. He grabs a long metallic wand and cranks it up. The nozzle starts spraying water. Dean’s body is accosted with cold water as it comes out of the nozzle. It’s freezing cold as it pounds his flesh. He can’t believe this is happening to him. He’s too weak to fend Sam off so he just lets it happen. He sinks to his knees meekly as his Alpha washes him like he’s a damned car. 

“Wow. Just like a good Omega, on his knees.” Sam laughs while Dean cries. He wraps his arms around his waist. His pup, their pup doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment. Dean doesn’t know why Sammy’s being so cruel. 

After the  impromptu shower, Sam hoists Dean up and into the Impala. He cuffs him to the passenger’s seat door handle again. He’s dripping wet and shivering. They don’t speak for the next thirty miles. 

Sam pulls over at a Motel 6 and parks the car. He heads into the front office and pays for a room. He parks the Impala, uncuffs Dean, and unceremoniously yanks him out of the car. Dean’s still dripping wet and shivering. 

“Stupid Omega.” Dean can hear him say under his breath. 

Sam opens the motel door and shoves Dean inside. Dean looks around . The room is much nicer than most. He doesn’t have the time to appreciate much because Sam’s like an Alpha possessed as he takes his hunting knife and starts ripping Dean’s shirt off. The buttons of his favorite green plaid flannel pop off one by one, the faded  black t-shirt’s next, cut into ribbons. It falls off quickly. Dean gasps. 

“You like that don’t you? You like when your Alpha takes control.” Sam’s laughing hysterically. 

Dean takes a step back and trips on the nightstand. The phone falls off the narrow ledge. Sam pushes him on the bed with the hideous brown floral bedspread. 

“Please, Sammy. Don’t”

“Don’t play coy with me. Ruby says you’re a big tease, a cockslut. She was right.”

Sam points his big Bowie Knife at the copper button on Dean’s jeans. Dean panics. He fumbles with the copper button on his Levi’s jeans. He somehow manages to unbutton it and pulls the zipper down. Sam takes the initiative to pull down his pants in one quick pull, his boots are in the way though. Sam growls. 

“Easy, Sammy. Just, just give me a minute. Ok?” Dean unties his boots and takes his socks off. 

There’s a brief moment of hesitation on Dean’s part as he slowly gets his brain to function in order to take his boxers off. Sam’s fury sparks and he punches Dean in his stomach. Dean grunts. The impact is brutal. Dean doesn’t put up a fight. His instincts kick in—-submit and survive, submit and survive—do it for the pup. The rest is just a blur as Sam takes and takes what Dean’s not willing to give, not that it makes a difference. Sam pulls him up, pulls him down, pulls him all around like a rag doll. Sammy’s like a rabid Pit-bull that won’t let go of a chew toy. The tears are rolling down Dean’s red puffy face, not that Sam’s notices. Dean doesn’t know how long it lasts. He just hopes his pup’s still alive. When it’s finally over, Dean’s discarded on the lumpy motel bed like a two-bit whore. Maybe John Winchester was right. Maybe that’s all Dean is, all he’ll ever be. 

Dean’s all but passed out on the bed when he hears the familiar click of metal that signifies he’s Sam’s prisoner for the night once again. Dean’s too exhausted and embarrassed to find out, so he just lies there. He can’t even look at Sam at this point. The next sounds are the rustling of clothing as Sam gets dressed and the sound of the motel door closing and locking. Dean’s surprised that there isn’t money left on the dresser since all he is is a whore now. He’s not a beloved mate anymore. Time stands still as Dean surrenders to the pain and the darkness that follows. He prays his pup survives the night. 

Chapter Text

must be running out of luck.

‘Cause you’re just not drunk enough to f*ck,

And now I’ve had it up to here,

I don’t want you

Wake Up by 3 Days Grace 

The next morning Sam returns. The motel room’s instantly filled with the cloying aroma of blood, sex, and Wild Turkey. It definitely doesn’t mix well with the scent of distressed Omega. Sam takes off Dean’s handcuffs and orders him to shower. Dean can barely get up off the bed. Dean obediently does as he’s told. He can’t take another beating right now, not when his pup is in danger. He lets the hot water soothe his aching muscles. He steps out of the bathroom only to find the clothes he was wearing in the trash can as Sam throws him a pair of grey sweat pants and one of his old Stanford University t-shirts. Dean cringes. Beggars can’t be choosers, so he puts them on. Sam’s on his cellphone. He must be talking with the real whore in this fucked up relationship. Dean wishes he had a cellphone. Sam refuses to buy him one. 

“Yeah, Ruby. He’s still here. You know I can’t get rid of him that easily. Yeah, ok. I’ll meet you there after I dump Dean at the nearest motel. Can’t wait to taste you literally and figuratively you know. Love you, too. Bye.”

Dean cowers at the words spoken. “Suck it up, Winchester.” He whispers to himself. 

“What?”

“Nothing, Alpha.” Dean figures he might as well call Sam by his official title and not the loving nickname anymore.

“Alpha, huh? I think I like that. I think I’d like you to address me that way from now on. Might even collar you, too. You’d look really sexy in a thick leather collar.”

Dean wants to roll his eyes so desperately, but he doesn’t. He lowers them instead like a good little Omega should. 

“Pack up. We leave in fifteen.” Sam says as he throws a rolled up pair of grey socks at Dean. 

Dean nods his head. He wants to ask Sam where the hell his boots are, but he doesn’t dare. He begins shoving his and Sam’s things into two large duffel bags and sits patiently on the lumpy bed of his own misery. Sam returns then it’s off to go meet Ruby supposedly one town closer to Lilith. 

The cycle of abuse and humiliation continues for the next month until that one fateful day Sam Winchester makes a crucial mistake. He leaves Dean handcuffed by the wrist to the railing of a wrought iron headboard. He doesn’t notice the lone paperclip behind the ugly-ass yellow ceramic lamp on the nightstand. Sam leaves as the now triumphant Omega whispers ‘Yahtzee!’

Handcuffs off and sweatpants on, Dean hightails it’s out the motel window.    It’s freezing cold outside and he’s got no shoes and he frankly doesn’t care. He’s free for now. He heads towards the motel lobby where an elderly Beta woman takes pity on him and allows him to use the phone. 

“Uncle Bobby, it’s me, Dean.”

True to his word, Uncle Bobby picks him up at a local Omega homeless shelter. Dean’s a mess. 

“What in tarnations happened to you you, boy? Sam not taking care of you? Is that a bruise?”

Dean looks at his uncle with weary pale green eyes. How do you begin to tell your uncle that your mate’s run off to be with a demon? He decides the truth shall set him free. He tells Bobby everything on the drive back to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. 

“He’s gone to the dark side, Bobby. He’s left me for some demon bitch. Yeah, you heard right. She’s fore-mostly a bitch first and a literal demon second. She’s got Sam addicted to drinking demon blood. He, he won’t listen to me anymore…starting to think he never has really.” Dean starts crying. He omits the parts were Sam took by force what Dean didn’t want to give him. Dean knows Bobby’s not an idget. He’s probably already figured it all out by now.

“It’s far worse than I expected.” Bobby says sadly. 

“Oh no. It’s much, much worse. I’m, I’m pregnant.” Dean says quietly. 

Bobby almost crashes his pickup truck into the car in front of him as he tries to look at Dean’s stomach. There is a slight bulge there. Bobby thought it was just the ill-fitting sweatpants. 

Several hours later, they arrive at the outskirts of Sioux Falls where the infamous Singer Salvage Yard is located just next to the main freeway. They get out of Bobby’s old beat up truck and head over to his equally beat up excuse of a two story farmhouse. It’s more of a ramshackle disaster made of wood. It’s a literal palace to Dean. It’s a safe haven where he can find refuge with the old curmudgeon Alpha. 

Uncle Bobby lets him stay in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The room is exactly the way Dean remembers it with it’s peeling wallpaper—yellow faded rose print medallions against a cream background. There’s the familiar creak of old wooden floors and the musty smell of the yellow Damask curtains covering the window that overlooks the salvage yard. The old dark-stained wood full-size bed that he shared with Sammy is still there in the exact spot, front and center. There’s the mismatched dresser to the left and the small closet to the right. There’s an brown wooden nightstand on the right side of the bed and a small table with a pink lamp on it on the left. Karen loved pink. The desk and chair are a new addition. Dean doesn’t remember those being there. Overall, it’s old but cozy like a well-worn book or your favorite pair of faded jeans. 

That evening uncle Bobby cooks venison stew. It’s good and filling. Dean meekly asks for seconds. Bobby smiles and fills Dean’s bowl up. He’s eating for two now he reminds himself. After dinner, Dean helps Bobby wash the dishes. 

After they’re done with the dishes, Bobby invites Dean into his study. It has a warm fireplace. It’s a nice place to unwind at the end of the day. Dean curls up like a cat on Bobby’s worn leather couch with a good book to read while Bobby sits on his office chair with a nice glass of Crown Royal. 

Dean decides he can’t wait any longer. He tells Bobby about the crapfest that was Cold Oak where San got stabbed in the back by Jake and died. He tells him about the crossroads deal as he clenches his stomach. Dean’s a bundle of raw nerves. He wishes he could down the whole bottle of Crown Royal, but he’s got his pup to think about.

“Are you that stupid?” Bobby asks. 

Yeah, apparently he is. Better to have the devil you know than the devil you don’t. Dean’s a trembling mess as uncle Bobby gets up and hugs the boy in a tender embrace. Dean wishes John would’ve hugged him like that. But, if wishes were horses all beggars would ride. Bobby tells him he’s sorry for the rude comment. Truth be told, Bobby would’ve done the same thing when his mate Karen died if he would’ve been sober enough to go through with it. Bobby tells him to get some rest. Tomorrow’s another day to figure this shit out. Tomorrow they’ll go shopping to the nearest box store to buy Dean some new clothes. Apparently, Sam likes to keep his Omega barefoot and pregnant. 

“Does Sam know?” Bobby asks. 

“No. No he doesn’t.”

“Oh, my.”

“Goodnight, Uncle Bobby.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

The following morning brings fairer weather. There’s a light blanket of snow on the ground. Dean borrows a pair of uncle Bobby’s winter boots then it’s off to the big store to buy clothes and boots. Dean ends up with new packages of boxers, socks, and black t-shirts. Bobby buys him three pairs of jeans and four cozy plaid flannel shirts. Dean gets a nice drab olive green field jacket and a pair of brown logger boots. They decide Dean’s gonna still need a couple of sweatpants and a pair of soft flannel pants with little hotdogs on them for sleeping and lounging in, so they get those. Shopping trip successful, they head over to the nearest burger joint. Dean’s starving. Then it’s back to the house. Dean puts away his new clothes. The burger does a number on his stomach. He ends up puking his guts out in the bathroom. Bobby gets Dean a club soda to settle his stomach. 

The next day, Dean feels useless, so Bobby puts Dean to work. Dean really needs this. It’s something he’s good at. At least John Winchester taught him one useful skill. He helps Bobby with customers that have flat tires. He does tune-ups, rotates tires, changes spark plugs.. They settle into a quiet rhythm. At night, they read every tome Bobby has trying to figure out how to break a crossroads deal. Bobby calls his old friend and nemesis, Rufus Tanner to pick his brains. 

A week later, Rufus carts in a seven crates full of dusty, ancient, crumbling books. Bobby and Dean spend the next two months reading each one carefully. Dean’s showing more. His back aches and his ankles are swollen. Bobby introduces Dean to Ellen and Jo Harvelle of the Harvelle Roadhouse fame. Dean remembers John speak of it fondly. He doesn’t remember John speaking about Ellen or Jo though. He wonders if John ever cheated on Mary. Ellen still looks good for her age. He stares at Jo. She could be his sister. He quickly shakes the thoughts from his wicked head, mind in the gutter again. Ellen takes pity on Dean. He’s huge. Dean swears he’s swallowed an entire watermelon. She shows him how to expand the waist on his jeans by using a rubber band. It’s ingenious. She tells him to call her when it’s time. Dean can tell she’s an Omega with her soft scent of lavender even though she comes off as an Alpha. She has to if she has to raise her daughter all by herself. Dean wonders if that’s what he has to do, too. He wonders what he smells like. John always had him on suppressants and scent blockers. Sam never told him how he smelled. He always commented on Ruby’s scent though. She smelled like incense and cinnamon. Selfish prick. Ellen tells him she’s a midwife. Dean’s grateful for that. 

Three months later, it’s Spring and Bobby performs a deal breaking ritual under the pale new moon of the Vernal Equinox. It works much to Dean’s surprise. Then things change as he starts to go into labor. Bobby calls Ellen. She arrives promptly with Jo in tow. Nineteen hours later, little Adam and Mary Winchester are born seven minutes apart. Dean’s the proud parent of twins. Dean didn’t know he was carrying twins. The name for his daughter comes easily. He names her Mary after his beloved mother. But, there’s no way on earth he’s naming his son John. He decides to go with the good book by calling his son Adam. The name literally means born of red earth. This isn’t Oklahoma or Georgia with it’s red clay, but whatever. Dean likes the name. Dean quickly forgets about his pain as he sees the two pups in his arms. Ellen takes little Adam and washes him while Jo prepares a bath for little Mary. Dean’s personal moment of heaven is shattered when his mind thinks about Sam. Where has Sam been all this time? He scoffs. Sammy’s probably fucking Ruby into a grungy motel mattress as he’s drinking her skanky blood while he’s true mate’s giving birth. He shudders to think what Sam would ever do to him if he finds out Dean kept him from his progeny. 

Ellen returns Adam to Dean’s loving arms. Jo comes back with a squeaky clean Mary wrapped up in a pink swaddling blanket. Adam has a similar blue striped one. Dean savors this moment of pure bliss until both babies begin to cry. Dean looks perplexed.

“You’re gonna need to learn about your milk factory sooner rather than later.” Ellen says as she points to his small leaking breasts. He blushes. 

“Uh, yeah. Um, can you help me?” He asks meekly. 

Ellen smiles. She remembers feeding Jo like it was just yesterday. She teaches Dean how to hold the precious pups like footballs. It’s a good thing he’s got two nipples as the pups latch on for dear life and begin suckling Dean’s warm milk. Dean lays back and let’s nature do it’s thing. Ellen and Jo eventually leave. They’ll be by tomorrow to checkup on Dean and the twins. Bobby scoots his Cracker Barrel oak rocker into Dean’s room.

“Looks like you’re gonna need this more than I will. I can always get one next week when I go into town. We’re gonna need more provisions with these two little ones.”

Dean smiles. Then his smile disappears. Bobby notices. 

“What’s wrong, Dean? You feeling sick?”

Dean shakes his head. “No, I…I just don’t know how I’m gonna repay you. I mean you’ve already done so much for me just be taking me in. And now…and now look at me. I’m mated and yet I’m not. Might as well be an unmated Omega with two illegitimate pups. No one’s gonna want me. I can’t even work right now.” Dean starts sobbing. His tears fall on the two bundles of joy asleep in his arms. 

“Now you listen to me, boy! You are NOT a burden. For all intents and purposes, you ARE my son. Hell, Sam’s my son too if he ever gets his head screwed on straight. He’s the one you should be angry with. No upstanding Alpha leaves his mate for another especially when their mate is pregnant. That’s what the mating bite’s all about. You’ve kept your vows intact while he’s galavanting around with this demon whore. You and I will figure this thing out together. Ellen’s sending her boy Ash out here to help for the next couple of weeks while you recuperate, already got a playpen and diaper changing table set up in the garage for you and the pups.”

Dean looks at him awestruck. 

“What? Can’t a man find a great deal at the local thrift store?” 

Dean could’ve sworn the old man blushed. Bobby storms out of the room all flustered. It’s endearing that at least someone cares enough to purchase these things for him and the pups. Everything’s gonna be ok. He’s just got to convince himself now.

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Chapter Text

It took so long to see

You walked away from me

When I need you

Wake Up by 3 Days Grace 

Two weeks later, Dean’s up and about. He’s feeling much better now. He gotten used to life’s gentle flow. He’s not a ball of hormones anymore although his breasts would argue that point. It’s a constant cycle of feeding and diaper changing his pups. It’s a good thing Bobby, Ellen, and Jo help out. Otherwise Dean doesn’t think he’d get any sleep at all. Even Ash helps out by making diaper runs to the nearest Gas-and-Sip whenever Dean runs low. Ash is gonna make some Omega proud one day is he ever gets rid of his mullet. 

“Business up front, party in the back, dude!” Ash proclaims while Dean laughs his head off. 

“Hey, man. Thanks for helping Bobby out at the garage. I know computers are more your style. I, I just wanna let you know that I truly appreciate it.”

Ash grins. “Not a problem, amigo. You’re family now. Heads up. I think Ellen’s got a crush on your uncle. You all might be one happy familia soon. Well, gotta go get your ragamuffins some more diapers. I swear those two pee and poo on demand.”

Dean chuckles. “Yeah, something like that. See ya later, dude.” 

Ash’s El Camino heads out in a blaze of glory kicking up a swirl of dust in it’s wake. 

The next few months everything returns back to normal, sort of. Bobby has a spring in his step. Ellen’s spending more and more time over at Bobby’s. Jo spends almost all of her free time babysitting the twins. Dean’s fascinated by her mannerisms. He could swear that’s his Alpha sister. She soon becomes very protective of him and the pups. Eventually Dean heads back out to the garage much to Ash’s contentment. Ash heads back to man the Roadhouse and hack his way into computers on the side. Soon Dean’s up to his eyeballs in car repairs as little Adam and Mary look on from their playpen in the corner of the front office where Dean and Bobby can keep an eye on them. Bobby gives Dean breaks so he can nurse little Adam and Mary. Bobby even splurged on a new air conditioner this summer for the front office. Dean grins at him, gives him one of his signature ‘Winchester’ winks. 

“What? Can’t a man ease his suffering in the summertime? It’s an air conditioner for fuck’s sake not a Rolls Royce!”

Dean laughs. “My own curmudgeon Prince Charming. Who would’ve thunk.”

“Shut up!”

It’s gonna be a long hot summer.

In August, Jo decides to throw the twins a ‘Half Birthday’ party. They just turned six months old much to everyone’s surprise. My how time passes. Dean sighs. There’s been no sign of Sam since that fateful night when

Dean ran away. Dean breathes a sigh of relief. It’s a lonely road without an Alpha. But, it’s not like Dean ever really had one to begin with. Sam was so gentle and loving at the beginning with his “I’ll never leave you, Dean!” and his “You’re all I need, Dean.” Then it all goes down the drain with Sammy’s indiscretions—blondes, brunettes, that one redhead in Toledo… The putrid cherry on top is the one that broke the camel’s back, the living incarnate pit of hell walking on two legs named Ruby. Sam can go pound sand for all he cares. Instead of being his loving and adoring Alpha, Sam became his rapist, torturer, and jailer. Dean can forgive practically anything. After all, that’s why he has two beautiful pups, but he can’t forgive or forget Sam’s betrayal. He actually put a demon before his own brother, his mate dammit. Dean buries it all in a mound of repression. He doesn’t have the luxury to sit around and mope. He’s got mouths to feed. 

Monday morning rolls around. Bobby’s already made coffee as Dean makes his way slowly towards the kitchen with a pup in each arm. He’s comfy in his old, faded black Metallica t-shirt and soft flannel sleepants with the hot dogs on them. He yawns. The floors cold. He forgot to wear his new slippers Ellen bought him. 

“Hey, little dudes. Ash got you all some new formula. How about we makes us some nice bottles with your names on ‘em, eh?”

Dean gently places his twins in the playpen downstairs between the kitchen and the living room. He pads over to the kitchen and retrieves the large can of baby formula from the cabinet and grabs two plastic milk bottles and nipples from the drying rack. The floor’s cold underneath his bare feet. There’s a knock at the front door. 

“Bobby? Bobby, you get that?”

There’s no sound, only the soft gurgles coming from the playpen area. Dean sighs as he puts down the can of formula and the bottles. He walks past the playpen towards the front door. He opens it. 

Wake up I'm pounding on the door,
I'm not the man I was before,
Where the hell are you,
When I need you,
Wake up I'm pounding on the door,
I wont hurt you anymore,
Where the hell are you,
When I need you, 

Wake Up by 3 Days Grace 

It’s Sam Winchester in the flesh.

“What the hell, Sam? Why are you here? No, never mind. Just, just Get out!” 

“Dean, wait. Please, hear me out!”

The sound of crying emanates from the room beyond the doorway. Dean goes to slam the door, but Sam’s enormous paw grasps the door keeping it ajar. 

“Are those pups crying?” Sam asks.

“Yeah. What’s it to ya? Now get the hell out!” 

This time Dean’s quick on the uptake and slams the door right in Sam’s face. He quickly locks it. He runs to the beige kitchen phone on the wall. He nervously calls Bobby’s phone in the garage. It rings. 

“Bobby, it’s me. Sam’s here, dammit. Did ya hear me? He’s here. No I won’t calm down! You coming or what? Ok, ok. Fine. I’ll be waiting.” 

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Dean puts the phone back on the receiver. Dean can still see Sam’s dark shadow behind the curtained window of the living room. Sam’s still standing on the porch. 

“Shit!”

The twins start crying again. Dean runs and scoops them up. He tries to make two bottles while carrying each pup in his arms. Fuck. It’s almost impossible to hold two pups and make two bottles. He doesn’t completely know just how he manages to do it, but he does. He wonders if there’s a medal for this kind of thing, probably not. He sits down on one of the wobbly kitchen chairs and begins feeding his pups. His right leg keeps shaking up and down nervously There’s commotion on the front porch. Bobby’s there. Dean bites his lower lip in frustration.

“What in the hell are you doing here, Sam Winchester? You’d better have a good explanation young man!” Bobby’s seething. 

“Well, hello to you, too, Bobby. I’m here to see Dean, my brother—-My Omega!” Sam shouts.

“Pretty sure he’s still your brother, but he quit being your Omega the moment you slithered away with that demon skank! You Winchester men are all alike, well except Dean of course. The minute a pretty little filly comes your way and it’s all cocks, knots, and rutting while your real mate suffers at home. You’re a real piece of work, Sam Winchester!”

Sam’s nostrils flare. He loves Bobby. He really does, but how dare he stand in the way of his brother, his Omega. He comes to his senses. He’s not going to wolf out and become just another knothead. This is Bobby’s territory. He should be more respectful. He breaths in deeply. 

“I want to talk to Dean, please. Oh, and by the way, whose pups are those? You open up a daycare or something?” 

Bobby huffs and puffs. Leave it to Sam Winchester to be a perceptive and persistent bastard. Bobby lies.

“Dean’s a babysitter on the side. He works full-time with me in the garage. I’m going to ask him nicely if he wants to talk with you. You better stay right here where I can see you. You make a move and I’ll be on ya like white on rice, put a couple of rounds of buckshot in ya!”

“Ok, old man. I’m gonna stay right here. I ain’t going nowhere until I speak to Dean.” Sam plops himself on one of the wooden Adirondack chairs on the porch. 

“Idgets.” Bobby shakes his head and goes inside.

Bobby finds a trembling Dean feeding his pups at the kitchen table. Bobby sits across from him.

“Dean, your brother ain’t going away until you talk to him, just so you know.”

Dean scrunches up his nose. “Yeah, I know. It’s just…why now, Bobby? Why now when everything was going so good?”

Bobby frowns. “Ya ever heard of ‘Murphey’s Law’, kid?”

“Yeah. If anything can get fucked up, it will. Kinda goes nicely with the Winchester Code of Luck doesn’t it? If it wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” Dean chuckles. “Uh, you mind holding on to the twins while I go submit myself to Sasquatch over there?”

Bobby doesn’t know if it’s supposed to be said in gist or is it a real statement. He cringes either way. “Uh, yeah. Just hand over the little tykes.”

Dean hands the twins over to Bobby. He puts on his boots sans socks and grabs his winter coat off the coatrack. He takes a deep breath before he opens that front door. Then he gets accosted by Sam’s pheromones, Sam’s scent. It’s the scent of pine, and ozone and want for lack of a better word. It’s pungent. 

“What’d ya want, Sam?” He asks brutishly. 

“Hi, Dean. You, you look good. I, I mean better than when I last saw you. You know.”

Dean scoffs. “Yeah, probably do look better than whenever you left me dripping in bodily fluids handcuffed to a motel bed, so yeah…”

Sammy winces at the thought. He did that. It’s all on him. 

“Yeah. I’m really, really sorry about that. I was an idiot. I was thinking with my knot, not my brain. But, I’m not that man anymore.”

Dean laughs miserably. “Why don’t I believe that. Oh, yeah. There’s a certain skank that took my place. I remember it all so clearly. Goodbye, Sam.” 

Dean gets up, ready to leave. Sam grabs his wrist and pulls him down towards the Adirondack chair.  Dean plops down involuntarily. 

“Let go, Sam. You’re hurting me ya big oaf!” Dean already feels the bruise that forming on his wrist. 

“Sorry. Sometimes I don’t know my own strength. Plus, you’re still my brother, my Omega. We’re mated, bonded. You can’t change that.”

Dean smirks. “Ok, I get that we’re brothers. That’s a given, but I ain’t your Omega anymore bite or no bite. Hell, you don’t even have my bite. You’re a lone wolf, Sam. You don’t need a pack. You gave that up the moment you ran off to fuck her and drink her demon blood while you still had your jollies with me back at ‘Motel Skeevy’ or whatever. Did you ever think about how that made me feel? Did you ever think period? No! It’s always what Sam wants, Sam gets no matter what it costs others. You’re a selfish bastard. You know that?” Dean’s a seething mess. Sam’s still greedily holding on to his wrist. 

“Ruby’s gone.”

Dean just blinks his large green eyes. There’s an awkward moment of silence. 

“I, I killed her. You were right. She was a lying bitch. She was bad news.  She’s gone, Dean and I ain’t gonna hurt you anymore.” Sammy’s lower lip is trembling. 

Dean looks down at his wrist. He flexes his other hand. “Hurting me now, Sam. Let go.”

“Oh, geez. I’m sorry.” Sam lets go of Dean’s wrist. There’s a blossoming red mark there already. 

Dean gives him the stink eye. He stays sitting on the chair. 

“So, why’d you come here? You expect me to bare my neck for you, submit to you so you can ditch me one town over or what? ‘Cause that ain’t happening. I can tell you that right now.” 

Sam deserves that and much more. “I, I know I don’t deserve you, Dean. I don’t deserve a good Omega when all I’ve ever been is a rotten self-centered Alpha who only thinks about himself. But, I want to try and win you back, get in your good graces. Please, Dean. Let me prove myself to you. Let me be the Alpha that you deserve and not the one you know from the past.”

Sam’s doing those puppy dog eyes that got him in trouble back when he first submitted to Sammy all those years ago…like time stood still. Dean looks at him fervently for one brief moment. “I, I don’t know if I can even find my way back, Sam. Things have changed. I ain’t that same Omega anymore.”

Dean’s being utterly truthful. Things have changed. He’s got two beautiful pups to raise. Will having Sam in the picture help or make things even worse? Dean scratches his chin. The timing sucks. 

“I’m working here now, just so you know. Bobby offered me a mechanic job. Turns out I’m good at it although no one wants to admit that an Omega can actually fix a car. The customers still think Bobby does all the work. That’s ok. I mean whatever, right? Money’s money. Not that I make much. It’s still illegal for me to work, but he pays me under the table sometimes. Bobby let’s me have free room and board in exchange for fixing cars. It all works out.”

“Yeah. Heard you babysit on the side. Kinda makes you sad probably…makes you wonder what could’ve been…” Sam sighs.

Dean almost gasps. Bobby must’ve been the brainchild behind this brilliant move. He puts a hand over his mouth in a pretend cough.

“Uh, yeah. Who wouldn’t want an Omega babysitter, right?” He hopes Sam doesn’t crack thin veneer of his lie.

“Ok. So, how do you want this to go? I mean I ain’t just rolling over and presenting my belly and I ain’t going back with you to no raunchy motel either, so…?”

Sam smiles for the first time since who knows how long. “I think we should begin at the beginning. I mean, I never really courted you… pouncing on you in the hallway of that dirty tenement building hardly counts as a date.” Sammy’s face turns red with embarrassment. Dean notices.

“No. Being held face down on a nasty ass carpet doesn’t count as dating in my book. You didn’t even buy me dinner. Cheapskate!”

Sam turns a deeper shade of red. Dean’s glad. Time to turn the screw so to speak. 

“So when? When can I come see you?” Sam asks. 

Dean makes him squirm. “Don’t know, yet? It’s only Monday. Gotta work all week. Sometimes I work on the weekends, too. Gotta ask Bobby if I can have Saturday night off. It might be a good thing to ask Bobby’s permission if he’d let you take me out.” Dean shrugs. He’s gonna make Sam work for it this time around.

“Wha..what? He ain’t your Alpha! I am.” Sam looks forlorn. 

Dean gives Sam the death stare. “He might as well be. He IS an Alpha and this IS his place and he WAS there every time I needed him. Where were you?” 

Sam scrunches his hazel eyes closed. Dean’s right. Where was he? Oh yeah. He was with a demon, fucking like bunnies at an orgy and feasting on her organic demon blood like a feast from Whole Foods. Sam swallows hard. 

“Ok.”

“Ok, what?”

“Ok. I’ll ask Bobby for permission to court you.”

Dean grins, winks at Sam. “That’s my boy. Gotta go. Them pups ain’t gonna take care of themselves ya know.” 

Dean gets up to leave. He stops frozen in his tracks as Sam gets up as well. Dean wonders if Sam’s gonna yank him off the porch and run off with him. Sam plants a chaste kiss on his cheek instead. It burns a hole deep to Dean’s soul. Sam takes a step back much to Dean’s relief. Dean gulps, smiles meekly at Sam and goes inside the house. Dean closes the door. 

“Idget gone, yet?” Bobby asks.

“Nah. Sasquatch has a question for you though. Might wanna go see what it is he wants maybe.”Dean shrugs as he takes the twins from Bobby’s arms. 

“Uh, yeah. Ok. I’ll go see what he wants. Can’t have him standing on the front porch all day like a damned statue.” Bobby gets up off the kitchen chair and heads towards the front door. He reaches the front door, opens it. The smell of pine and ozone hit him like a brick wall. Good thing he ain’t an Omega, or else he’d be belly up in no time. How does Dean manage?

“What’d you wanna ask me, Sam?”  Bobby says. 

“Permission to court your Omega, sir.” Sam stands at attention like a Marine. It’s John Winchester 2.0. 

Bobby’s taken aback. “He’s not my Ome…permission granted, son. Now get off my damn porch!” 

Bobby let’s the door slam in Sammy’s face. Sam smiles. 

************

I

Chapter Text

I'm not angry all the time,
You push me down at least you try,
Until we see this eye to eye,
I don't want you, 

Wake Up by 3 Days Grace 

The work week goes by slowly. Monday has Dean dressing his pups. After they’re dressed an ready to go, Dean gets out of his sleep clothes. He takes a quick shower while Bobby watches the twins. He gets dressed in his navy blue Singer Salvage Yard mechanic’s overall with his name neatly embroidered on a white patch. His white wifebeater shows underneath. He puts his work boots on, grabs a piece of toast and coffee as he heads out the door. Bobby’s got the twins strapped in the second-hand stroller Ellen got them. They’re off to the garage. The rest of the day, Dean toils with three flat tires, one shock repair, and two oil changes. He’s tired by the end of the day, but it a good kind of tired. 

They head back to the house around six pm. The twins are cranky. They need a nice lavender and chamomile bath. Dean needs another shower. He’s covered in axel grease. No rest for the wicked. Dean bathes his pups first. Jo comes over to babysit, so all is well with the world again. 

Dinner’s beef stew and roasted potatoes. Bobby cracks open a couple of Coor’s Lights after Dean’s showered. They sit down to watch television while Jo’s reading The “Cat in the Hat” to little Adam and Mary. There’s a knock at the door. Dean freezes up. 

“I think that’s for you, sunshine.” Bobby sing songs. 

Dean cringes as he gets up to open the door. It’s Sam. 

“Thought I told you Saturday! Today’s Monday.” Dean hisses. 

“I know. Just stopping by to give you this. Goodnight, Dean.” Sam leaves abruptly after he shoves a 24 stem bouquet of red roses in his hands. Dean blinks. He closes the door. He stands there like an idget holding the beautiful bouquet in his hands. 

“Uh, what am I supposed to do with these?” He asks. 

“I think you’re supposed to put them in a vase with water.” Jo chirps. 

“The girl’s correct, you idget. Vase is underneath the sink. Step to it, soldier.” Bobby gripes. 

Dean’s mouth looks like a carp gasping for air. He doesn’t really know what to say, so he walks over to the sink and grabs the large cobalt blue glass vase underneath and fills it with water. He arranges the long green stems. The roses are beautiful, the aroma is heady. Dean’s inner Omega wants to cry out and sing. No one’s ever given him something this beautiful before. It almost hurts. 

Jo leaves around ten pm. Bobby’s already asleep on the recliner. Dean picks up the twins and heads upstairs to their room. The vase of red roses is already sitting on his dresser. Tonight, they’ll sleep with the scent of fresh cut roses in the room. He lulls the twins to sleep with his version of “Hey, Jude” as they quickly fall asleep. He dons his sleep clothes. He dreams about red roses and Sam. 

Tuesday morning it rains. Bobby’s made pancakes. Breakfast is delicious. Dean dresses the twins in little tiny rain ponchos and heads out the door towards the garage where Bobby’s already talking to customers. Five of them want their windshield wiper blades replaced. Dean can do that. It’s an easy fix. In the morning, he’s got one oil change and two tire rotations. They break for lunch. Bobby’s fixed some nice ham sandwiches. After lunch, he’s got an alternator and a dead battery to fix on a Honda. There’s a Toyota that needs new brakes. That takes up the rest of the afternoon. 

They head back home, boots wet and muddy. It’s Dean’s turn to cook tonight. He makes spaghetti and meatballs. Ellen comes over for ‘date night.’ Dean tries to give them privacy so he stays in his room with the twins after he washes all the dishes. There’s a knock at the door.

“Dean! It’s for you!”

Dean rolls his eyes. He picks up the twins and deposits them on Ellen’s lap. He heads towards the door. 

It’s Sam. This time, he’s got a large gold box with a big red ribbon. It’s a box of Lady Godiva chocolates in his hands. He gives it to Dean. “Enjoy.” He says as he leaves and gets in his blue Toyota truck. 

Dean stands at the door like an idget again because…well because. 

“You gonna share those chocolates or do I have to manhandle you, Dean?” It’s Ellen’s voice and she ain’t kidding. 

Dean rips the cellophane wrapping and opens the gold box. Her eyes feast on the huge array of chocolates. She picks out a dark demitasse square and an almond crunch piece. She moans. It can only be described as a passionate sound that’s usually reserved for the bedroom. Bobby gulps. 

“Let me have one of those, Dean.” Bobby grabs the box and pulls out two milk chocolate truffles and one almond Marquise. The couple look at each other and quickly retreat to Bobby’s bedroom. 

Dean’s left in the living room with his twins and a big box of temptation. He sits down on the rug with his pups. He open the big golden box and puts a dark chocolate Cherry cordial in his mouth. He moans like a two-bit whore in a chocolate factory. It’s delicious. Next, he tries a coconut pyramid and a cinnamon blush. One is a great substitute for Hawaii while the other one is purely sinful. You can’t just stop at three can you? No, of course not. He tries a coffee feather and a dark ganache. He wonders what it would be like if he plopped one or two of these in his morning coffee. One salted caramel, a mint medallion, and a midnight swirl and the twins start looking at him strange like he’s on the verge of a diabetes. 

“Don’t look at me like that. Don’t judge me!” The twins just keep on staring as Dean pops a milk caramel embrace and milk demitasse in his mouth. He thinks this might possibly be better than sex. Wait! He hasn’t tried the milk lion of Belgium, the orange crescent, or the raspberry ganache twirl. That’s it. He’s gotta stop, but the pecan caramel and the praline thingies are winking at him. He’s weak. He eats those, too. 

“Just one more.” He lies as he pops a raspberry star and a white praline heart in his mouth. 

By the time he stops, the upper layer of chocolates is history. He probably does have full blown diabetes by now. Too bad, so sad. There’s still another layer of chocolates to go. Dean puts the cover on the box and sighs. He picks the twins up and his beloved Lady ‘G’ chocolates. This might top the roses. He’ll have to wait and see. This courting thing is interesting to say the least.

Wednesday brings better weather, but now it’s humid and these little gnats are swarming all over the place. There isn’t a lot of time for breakfast, so it’s cold cereal instead. Dean’s grateful because he’s pretty sure he’s suffering from an overdose of ganache. It’s painful. They head over to the garage. The twins are cranky ‘cause the little gnats are biting them. Dean puts little lightweight sweaters on them. They’re wearing little jeans so that helps. Dean has to change out rims on two cars in the morning. Then he’s got a serpentine belt to change out. Lunch is a hurried Lipton’s cup-of-soup. He doesn’t have time today. Bobby wants three cars crushed by this afternoon in the scrapyard. Bobby does invoices with the twins while Dean crushes cars. 

By the time he’s finished, he’s all sweaty. Awesome sauce. The chocolate’s probably oozing from his very pores. He swears he can see the imprints of the tiny jaws from the gnats that bit him all day long. Bobby heats up a pepperoni pizza for dinner. Jo comes over to babysit. Dean’s grateful because he needs a good shower. He gets dressed, nothing fancy just sweats and his faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt. There’s a knock at the door. 

“Dean!”

“Yeah, I know. I’m coming down.”

There’s Sam holding a stack of Vonnegut books tied with a huge green ribbon.

“How did you know he’s my favorite author?” 

Sam smiles. “I dunno. I really didn’t think that “Flowers in the Attic” was the only book you ever read, Dean.”

Dean scowls. “You made me read it to you, bitch!”

“I made you read the J.R.R. Tolkien books and the Camelot ones. Besides, you thoroughly enjoyed it, jerk!”

Dean grins a wicked grin. “Uh, the Lady ‘G’ chocolates were awesome.”

“Glad to know.” Sam leaves.

Dean heads back inside with the huge piles of books. He already reading the back cover of “The Slaughterhouse Five.”

“What? No chocolates? Mom said there would be chocolates!” Jo groans. 

Dean laughs as he heads upstairs to begin reading his new books. He picks the SH5 one and gently puts the rest of the books on the empty shelf of the nightstand. It never looked better. 

Thursday’s pace is a little slower thank goodness. Breakfast consists of scrambled eggs with cheese. Bobby gets to finish the rest of the invoices while Dean fixes flats. One his break, he nurse the twins like usual. Lunch is a complete surprise. Dean didn’t know Bobby made tuna salad sandwiches, Dean’s favorite. After lunch, he actually has time to play with his pups until a customer comes in with an overheated engine. They actually get to leave the garage half an hour early which is rare, but not completely unheard of. Dean makes pot roast that night. 

Ellen’s over again. She’s asking about the Lady Godiva chocolates. Dean pretends he doesn’t hear her. He’s got that box locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Ellen is holding little Mary while Bobby has Adam. They’re arguing over which show to watch on Netflix. Dean’s still washing all the pots and pans when the familiar knock on the door happens. 

It’s Sam again. This time he’s holding a humongous gourmet fruit basket from Harry and David’s. It’s filled to the brim with beautiful blushing pears. The next thing he spots are there packets of fine cheeses.There’s different packages of crackers, two different kinds of cheese, two different types of sliced pepperoni and sausage…There’s three little jars of jelly and jam. There’s a large packet of mixed nuts and something called “Moose Munch.” Dean chuckles ‘cause come on now—-“Moose Munch!” It reminds him of Sam. 

“Wow, Sam! What’d you do—raid a Gas-and-Sip?” Dean asks. 

Sammy’s face blushes. “Nah. You deserve this for all the times I ate all your snacks and food. Guess it stunted your growth and all.” Sam smirks. 

Dean punches him on the arm. “Hey, I’m six foot. That’s tall for an Omega. You’re only four inches taller than me. I ain’t a runt!”

“Whatever you say, Squirrel.” Sam winks. 

“Whatever, Moose Munch.” 

Sam leaves laughing. Dean has to run upstairs before Ellen rips the fruit basket from his hands. Bobby has to buy her her own damn basket. Thank you very much. Dean gorges himself on a decadent pear and some Moose Munch. Turns out it’s a gourmet popcorn. Life is good. 

The work week ends in a blur as Friday picks up pace. There’s no time for breakfast. Dean shoves some crackers, mixed nuts, and pepperoni packets in his pockets for snaking purposes. The morning is non-stop with flat tires and oil changes. Lunch is a quick cup of ramen.The afternoon isn’t any better as more customers pile in with various car problems. They work late into the night. It’s almost seven and Dean still hasn’t crushed two of the cars on Bobby’s hit-list. Jo came three hours ago to take the twins away to the park. 

He’s crushing a Volkswagen when he sees Sammy’s truck approaching. He looks at his watch. Wow. It’s seven thirty already. Dean stops the machinery and hops down. 

“Sam, sorry. Had to work late. Today was a bitch. I ain’t even finished, yet.”

Sam smiles. “It’s ok. You must be really tired so I got you this.” 

He hands Dean a large green wicker basket. It’s dark so Dean can’t really see what’s in it. 

“What is it?” Dean asks. 

“It’s a bunch of Bath and Bodywork’s Bath products. Figured you could use them especially after a day like today.”

Dean can’t look at himself, but he knows what he looks like. He saw himself earlier in the mirror of the men’s room. His overall’s are greasy, his cropped hair is sweaty, matted, and his face is an homage to some abstract artist with the oil smudges all over it. Yeah, he could probably use every single item in that basket. 

“Uh, thanks Sammy. I promise to try these out when I get home tonight.”

Sam turns around to leave. 

“Hey, what time?” Dean asks. 

“Seven sound good?” Sam asks. 

“Uh, sure. Hey, casual dress—‘cause that’s kinda all I got.” Dean shrugs.

“Yeah, casual sounds great. Pick you up at seven. Expect to be pampered.” Sam leaves. 

Dean can’t help the butterflies that currently hold residence in the depth’s of his stomach. 

That night, Jo babysits while Dean spends quality time in the bathroom with the likes of ‘Champagne Toast.’ First he lights the scented candle to set the ambiance. Then he fills up the bathtub with warm water. He uses the shower gel with the new peach-colored washcloth. It’s awesome. There’s a tiny chilled bottle of real Champagne. It’s not enough to make you drunk, but it’s enough to take the edge off. After his luxurious bath, he uses the matching lotion and body spray. He puts the candle out. 

“I smell good enough to eat.” He says proudly to no one in particular. 

He almost misses the box at the bottom of the basket. There’s a note attached to the box. It reads “For Tomorrow.” Dean opens the box. It’s a brand new bottle of perfume or cologne. Dean doesn’t know what it’s called. It’s Tom Ford’s Oud Wood Intense. Wow. Dean’s never owned any of these things. He’s overwhelmed. 

“Guess Sam wants me to try this tomorrow. Interesting.”

He heads out the bedroom and into the living room. All heads turn. 

“Yummy. Someone smells really nice, good enough to eat.” Jo says. 

“Shut up.” Dean blushes. 

Jo hands Dean the twins. “Wish I had me a Sugar Daddy.”

Dean winces. He’s a kept man apparently. He’s not sure he likes the sound of that, but it is what it is. Adam and Mary scent his neck. Dean kisses both his adorable pups. Jo leaves. Dean meets up with Bobby in his study. 

“So, it’s ok for me to go out with Sam say around seven?” Dean asks. 

Bobby raises his eyes from the thick tome he’s reading. He takes his eyeglasses off and takes a swig of Crown Royal. It’s warm and smooth going down, 

“Yes as long as he doesn’t try any funny business. If he does, I got a round of buckshot with his name on it!” Bobby snorts. 

Dean chuckles. I’ll make sure his hands remain north of the Mason-Dixon Line.”

“You gonna tell him? He deserves to know no matter what he’s done.” Bobby replies. 

Dean sighs. “Yeah, I know. It doesn’t make it any easier. He’s gonna think I cheated on him with some big bad Alpha, but it’s only, always been him.” Dean whispers. 

Bobby laughs. “Hope the boy’s not as stupid as he looks. All he’d have to do is take one good look at Mary. She’s the spitting image of your mother, of you, God rest her soul. And, don’t get me started on Adam. He’s the spitting image of you and Sam. He’s got your hair color, same emerald green eyes, even the damn freckles. I’m almost blind and even I can see the damn resemblance. If that boy accuses you of infidelity then he ain’t worth the time of day. Then you kick him to the curb, wash your pretty little hands of him. You know you’re welcomed to stay here forever. I hope you know that.”

Dean can’t help it. He rushes over to hug the old curmudgeon. The old curmudgeon tenses up. He takes another swig of Crown. 

“I know. I said no chick flick moments, but this is an exception to the rule. You rock, Bobby.”

“You, you rock, too, I guess. Now, go get your beauty sleep, Princess. You’ve gotta look amazing for your Prince Charming tomorrow.”

“I guess. Didn’t have to look that great the first time Sasquatch claimed me. Don’t know why I have to make an effort this time around.”

Bobby snorts, takes another swig of Crown.

Dean takes his twins upstairs. Adam and Mary smell like Champagne Toast by default. 

It took so long to see,
You walked away from me,
When I need you, 

Wake Up by 3 Days Grace 

Chapter Text

Wake up I'm pounding on the door,
I'm not the man I was before,
Where the hell are you,
When I need you,
Wake up I'm pounding on the door,
I wont hurt you anymore,
Where the hell are you,
When I need you, 

Wake Up by 3 Days Grace 

Saturday finally arrives. The weather is beautiful. Dean wakes up a bundle of energy and frayed nerves. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous like he’s waiting for a freaking prom date. But Dean knows better. He should be nervous. Young Sammy was kind and loving. Adult Sam can be a dick. He’s the one that went completely rogue wolf on him the last few years. Sam always cheated on him here and there. Dean always saw it in his heart to forgive him. Alphas we’re known not to be that faithful. Omegas are built differently from the moment they first present. After an Omega is knotted and claimed, the bond intensifies making the Omega long for only his Alpha. Dean remembers the time he tried to make love to Cassie and failed miserably. It was Sam. Always has been. Always will be. Dean can’t stop his instincts. Now that he has pups, he’s forever bonded with Sam. No other Alpha will want him except for uncle Bobby. But, that bond is different. Dean’s like a son to him, not a lover. Dean doesn’t know where he’d be without Bobby. He’d probably be working on the streets or a in brothel. At worst, he and the pups would be found dead in some ditch—terrorized, raped, dead, forgotten…Dean got lucky when he called his uncle. Omegas usually don’t have much luck when their entire lives are planned out and controlled their Alpha. He thanks God each and everyday for that blessing. 

Dean should be worried. Sam’s the one would gave him bloody lips, black eyes, and bruised ribs every time he drank demon blood. Sam was the one who repeatedly raped him before or after having his illicit trysts with Ruby. Sam was the one who imprisoned him in multiple horrendous motel rooms, just left him there bloody, used, and broken. You just can’t forget something like that. 

But, then again, Sam’s the father of his pups. The pups should have a connection with their father. Dean can only hope Sam can step up to the plate. They should be a pack, a family. Dean can’t take that away from their pups. They would only grow up to hate him if they ever found out that Sam was their father and that Dean didn’t even try all because he was scared of the repercussions. He has to try even if it means his heart will be broken again. 

Dean gets out of bed. Ellen and Jo have the twins all weekend. At least he knows his pups are safe. He decides to cook and bake. It’s a nervous thing. He makes strawberry crepes. Bobby’s impressed. Then he bakes chocolate chip cookies with his left over Lady Godiva chocolates. He makes chocolate chip muffins with them, too. He scrubs the kitchen floor, washes all the dishes twice. At lunch, he makes chicken salad with green grapes and walnuts using last night’s baked chicken. Bobby doesn’t complain. He asks for seconds. Soon after, Dean makes meatloaf for Bobby just in case he’s hungry later on when Dean’s officially on his date with Sam or getting abused by Sam, whichever happens first. Dean will be glad at least Bobby’s well-fed. In the late afternoon, he cuts the backyard grass, not that there’s much of it. It’s mostly just to get outside and taste freedom before it’s yanked away. Will Sam be a progressive Alpha and let him keep working with Bobby or will he shackle him to the stove in the kitchen or by the bed in his bedroom like a lot of Alphas do? So many questions, so little time. It’s five thirty. He puts away the lawn mower. He heads upstairs to the comfort that only ‘Champagne Toast’ can give. 

He lights his scented candle and fills the tub with water. He sinks in, lets the shower gel wash his cares away. Thirty minutes later, he panics. He almost fell asleep…it’s a bitch to explain death by ‘Champagne Toast.’ He uses the body lotion sparingly. He remembers he’s supposed to spritz the Tom Ford Cologne. He wraps a large fluffy towel around himself. He pads over to his small closet, not much in there. Three pairs of jeans, he picks the ones with the least holes. Four plaid flannel shirts and one green solid one. He picks that one. Jo said is matched his eyes. Clean boxers, socks, and a black t-shirt later, he’s good to go. He goes to put his boots on. He remembers when he didn’t even have the luxury of shoes. Sam had taken them away from him so he couldn’t run away. He ran away anyways, even without shoe—-barefoot and pregnant. He laughs nervously. Tonight’s gonna make or break him. He’s got thirty minutes to spare until Sam comes for him. He seeks out uncle Bobby. 

Uncle Bobby’s in his study stuffing another chocolate chip muffin in his mouth when Dean finds him. 

“Dammit, boy! Don’t you know how to knock like your brother does?” He bellows.

Dean cringes. “Sorry. Didn’t mean anything by it. Just wanna let you know I made meatloaf in case you’re hungry, but I guess not judging by the crumbs on your desk there.”

Bobby turns three shades of Harvard beet red. 

“Come here, boy. Got something for you.” Bobby pulls a drawer open. 

Dean steps into the study. 

“Come here, Dean. Ain’t gonna bite you.” Dean steps closer.

“Sit.”

Dean sits on the well-worn leather couch across from Bobby’s desk. Bobby hands him a small white box. Dean opens it. It’s a cellphone. Nothing fancy, just a black flip phone model. 

“What’s this?”

Bobby smiles. “Just something to keep you safe. Should’ve got you one in the first place. Sorry about that.”

“It’s ok. Thanks though. Always wanted one, but Sam…” Dean stops himself before he sticks his foot in Sam’s mouth. Bobby notices the small faux pas. 

“Just wanna keep you safe, Dean. You keep it charged at all times, keep it on your person. My name and number are already saved along with Ellen’s, Jo’s, and Ash’s. Any sign of trouble and you just press the corresponding number. One of us will come get you so fast it’ll make your head spin. Capisce?”

Dean nods his head. “Capisce.” Dean puts it in his jeans pocket. 

There’s a knock on the door and Dean jumps up off the sofa. “Fuck. He’s here.”

Dean gets up to open the door. 

Sammy’s at the door. He’s dressed nicely in a butter yellow knit short sleeve polo shirt. He’s got a pair of crisp khakis on with a nice brown leather belt. Are those loafers??? 

“Dean, you’re staring. It’s kinda creepy.” Sam says. 

“Uh, sorry. Just, just haven’t seen you looking like that—like ever. You clean up good, Sam.”

Sam shoves a yellow carnation corsage with baby’s breath into Dean’s hand. 

“Oh my God, it’s the prom date I never went on! You’re not seriously gonna make me wear it are you?” Dean rasps. 

“Uh, well I sorta thought you guys liked that sort of thing.” Sam blushes. 

“I’m an Omega, Sam…not a sixteen year old ditch-able prom date.” Dean scoffs. “Bobby, can…can you like give it to Ellen or Jo maybe ?”

Bobby grabs it immediately. Singer’s never give up free flowers for their lady folk when they can help it. He’ll give it to Ellen right after Dean leaves. 

“Any further instruction, Sir—like curfews and such?” Sam asks Bobby. 

Dean wants to melt, become one with the porch. 

Bobby clears his throat. “Uh, just have him home by midnight before he turns into a pumpkin or some other kind of winter squash.” 

“Got it. Will do. Dean?”

Dean takes his cue. He steps off the porch and walks towards Sammy’s truck. It’s been recently washed and waxed. Dean wonders if the Karate Kid cleaned it—wax on, wax off. Sam’s a gentleman. He opens Dean’s door. Dean slides in. He’s never been in a nice truck like this. Dean wonders whatever happened to his Impala. He never saw it again after the ‘incident.’ 

They drive off waving to Bobby as he disappears into the horizon. They make small talk mostly about the weather and work. 

“Well, you know I’m a under the radar mechanic, but I still don’t know what you do. You still hunting? You know, the family business?” Dean really wants to know, needs to know if his pups are doomed to repeat his cycle of neglect and abuse. 

“Uh, no. Actually, after I killed Ruby I kinda lost the flavor for it, no pun intended.” Sam laughs. “I’m a regular Joe Schmo, work as a computer geek at Novak Enterprises. It’s a new high tech place here in Sioux Falls.”

There’s an awkward moment of silence then Sam continues talking. 

“Ruby was bad news. She wanted me to kill Lilith and take over hell with her as my consort. That’s why she hated you so much. Killing Lilith only meant more pain and definitely more problems. It would’ve opened up a whole other can of worms. She wanted you dead by the way.”

Dean guessed as much. She was always giving him the death glare. If looks could kill, he would’ve been dead a year ago. Ruby wanted Sam all to herself. Dean was just in the way. 

“Oh, yeah? Figures. She was always jealous of our relationship. I had you first. Guess she just saw things differently.” Dean says slowly. 

Sam nods his head. Ten minutes later, they arrive at Cuchina Rustica, a nice Italian restaurant in the suburbs of Sioux Falls. It looks like a mini Tuscan Villa. There’s even valet parking. Dean shudders. He’d never let anyone park Baby, his Impala. Dean’s gonna have to work up the courage to ask about his beloved car. 

“Reservations for Wesson.” Sam says.

Dean’s right eyebrow lifts upwards but he doesn’t say anything. 

“Force of habit, have a hard time just being myself sometimes with all the shit I’ve done. I hope you’re not offended.” Sam blurts out.

“No, no. Done my fair share of questionable things…totally understandable. It’s cool.” 

The waiter comes to escort them to their table. The restaurant is very nice, nicer than anyplace Dean’s ever been to and that includes the snack bar at the bowling alley and the Harvelle Roadhouse. Dean feels like Lady to Sam’s Tramp. He wonders when the Disney soundtrack will begin playing. Sam pulls out Dean’s chair. Dean feels like an invalid, but whatever. It’s a date. 

He lets Sam order the appetizer. Dean doesn’t know what calamari is anyways. Sam ordered two Bellini’s. Dean doesn’t know what those are either. Man, Omegas must be really dumb or speak a different language. Maybe Alphas originate from Italy? Who knows at this point. 

Turns out Bellini’s are just peachy and calamari is some kind of hideous squid body part that you dip in marinara sauce. Luckily, Dean knows what marinara sauce is. Sam orders the manicotti with marinara sauce for himself and manicotti with meat sauce for Dean. It comes with a side salad and Italian cream dressing. Both items are delicious. Dean’s already memorizing the ingredients. He’s gonna try to make this at home for Bobby. The dinner ends with desert. Sam orders two Tiramisu. Dean finds out it stands for layers of coffee soaked spongy finger biscuits of deliciousness filled with mascarpone cheese. Dean thinks he know where heaven is. 

After desert Expresso coffee’s next. Dean excuses himself to the little boys room. He calls Bobby, tells him that everything’s ok so far. The Expresso is to die for. Dean wonders how much he’d have to dish out for an Expresso machine, probably too much. 

After dinner, Sam asks him if he’d like to go to a movie or take a walk in the park. The weather is lovely this time of year and there’s a small musical group playing in the gazebo tonight. Dean thinks the movie is the most practical thing to do. You can’t assault an Omega in a packed movie theater. He picks the park because he’s a glutton for punishment and he can talk to Sam more there or get beaten to a pulp. Life’s fickle that way. 

Sam parks in a nice spot under a street lamp. Good choice. People will be able to spot him if he’s lying unconscious on the asphalt. They begin their walk together through meandering walkways. The grass is an unnatural shade of green, but whatever. The flower beds are pretty. Dean can hear the music festival nearby. That’s good. There’ll be witnesses. Sam tries to hold his hand, but Dean distracts him by pointing out various points of interest. 

They finally come to a clearing where there’s picnic benches. Sam buys Dean an ice cream cone from a local vendor. Good. Something to do with his, their hands. Sammy’s is mint chocolate chip while Dean’s is peppermint. He remembered. The waffle cones are a new twist. Awesome sauce. Now it gets awkward. Sam will wanna talk. Dean’s mortified. He figures he should start the conversation. It’s better that way. He can steer the boat so to speak. 

“So, you planning on settling down here in Sioux Falls?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. I mean, Novak Enterprise is a startup company, but the pay’s good and the benefits can’t be beat. I’m tired of living on the fringes of society. No pay, no health benefits, and the hours suck. I’m tired of living out of a duffel bag just because our old man said it was the right thing to do. There will always be things to hunt. We would’ve never killed them all. There will always be people to save. I get that, but who saves us? ‘Sides, you’ve already achieved the vengeance for mom that dad so desperately wanted. Tired of consulting with demons when I should’ve been playing house with my own beautiful Omega. I was a dumbass. I waisted all that time when I should’ve been raising a pack with you, Dean.” Sammy starts to cry. His mint chocolate chip ice cream’s melting. 

Dean gulps at the mention of a pack. He eats his peppermint ice cream cone faster. 

“Your, your waffle cone is melting, dude.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” Sam shoves it in his mouth almost entirely. Man, he has large paws. 

“Uh, yeah. It’s kinda hard to live in the past isn’t it?” Dean says. 

Sam wipes his mouth with the back of his giant paw. Time to change the subject.

“So, uh…so how did you escape? I thought I left you handcuffed each night while I spent time with Ruby.” 

Sam just had to go down that road. 

Dean clears his throat. “Paperclip. There was a paperclip behind some ugly ass ceramic lamp. You only cuffed my left wrist to that wrought iron bed rail. I picked the lock, easy-peasy.” Dean takes a big chunk out of his waffle cone.

“But, I took your boots away. You were dressed in a pair of ratty old sweats and a ripped t-shirt.” Sam adds. 

“So? You think being barefoot was the greatest of my concerns, Sam?” Dean’s voice rises a little bit too high. He shoves the last of his waffle cone in his mouth. 

“No. I, I just thought…”

Dean interrupts him. “You thought what? That a poor, stupid Omega couldn’t possibly figure out how to escape? You gotta give me more credit than that, Sam.”

Sammy looks down at the picnic table. He starts scraping the green paint off with his nail. “I didn’t mean to imply that you were poor or stupid. Well, maybe poor, but definitely NOT stupid. In fact, you’re one of the smartest persons that I know, Dean”

Dean scoffs. “Yeah, well then, guess you don’t know a lot of people do you, Sam?” 

Sam looks exasperating like he wants to pull all his hair out. “That’s low for even you, Dean. I know I’ve done shitty stuff and I know I’ve done some incredibly horrible things to you, but you gotta cut me some slack here. I’m trying to change my ways.”

Dean shakes his head. “Sometimes a leopard can’t change his spots, Sam.”

Sam shrinks. He’d crawl under the picnic table but he knows he wouldn’t fit.

They both can hear a group of people clapping in the distance as another song begins to play. It’s some kind of love song. 

“So, what did you do after you picked the lock on the cuffs?” Sam asks 

Dean looks at an ant on the table. He feels incredibly small. “Uh, I got out through the window. You locked the door from the outside remember?” 

Sam nods his head. 

“After that I walked like ten blocks to get to the nearest Omega homeless shelter. They were kind enough to take me in without asking too many questions. Guess they took one look at me and figured it all out pretty quick.”

“You walked ten blocks in the dark barefoot?” Sam asks incredulously.

Dean nods his head. “Yeppers.”

“Damn. Weren’t you scared about other Alphas?”

“Every minute of it.” Admits Dean. “Called Bobby the next day. He came to pick me up as fast as he could. Been with him ever since. He’s one of a kind. He’s a good Alpha. I think they broke the mold after they made him, really do.” Dean says quietly. 

“Wow. So, you probably don’t make a lot being his secret mechanic and babysitting on the side, huh?” Sam asks. 

Dean swallows hard. “No. Not really. Doesn’t matter though. I got all I need. I got no complaints.” Dean adds. 

Meanwhile, the love song is over and there’s a livelier tune playing now. 

“So, um, we’re in the dating stage of the relationship. Eventually, I want you to move in with me. I’ve got a really nice apartment overlooking downtown Sioux Falls. I can take you to see it if you’d like?” Sam offers. 

Dean’s shoulders hunch inwards. “Uh, maybe some other time. It’s getting late.”

Sam looks at his watch. It’s barely ten. “We still have time.”

Dean bites his lower lip. He’s gotta ask a question.

“So, uh, if…if we get back together, are you gonna let me work with Bobby or are you gonna like chain me to the stove and shit like that? Just thought I’d ask. An Omega can never be too sure.” Dean tries to lighten up his terror. 

“No, Dean. I mean of course you can always keep working with Bobby. Might have to drive your car maybe…” Sam adds. 

Dean gives Sam the stink eye. “Don’t really have a car, Sam,”

Sam grins. “Yeah, you do. Got the Impala at a storage facility about five miles west from here.”

Dean’s face lights up. “You do?”

“Yeah, Dean. I was a heartless bastard, but not that heartless. After you disappeared I had to hide it or else Ruby would’ve taken a bat to it.”

Dean’s fist slams on the picnic table. He realizes he’s probable scaring Sam. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok. Just thought you might want your car back someday. You can use it to drive back and forth to work with Bobby. I’ll even sponsor your driver’s license. You might have to quit your babysitting services though. You’ll have plenty of time to get those pups a new sitter.” Sam announces like it’s the easiest thing in the world. 

Dean’s big green eyes get even bigger with the mention of his pups. Sam notices. 

“What? I say something wrong or what?” Sam wonders. 

Dean gulps. He feels trapped like he’s underwater and he can’t breathe, can’t come up for the air that he needs lest he be discovered. He gets up without thinking and starts heading back to Sam’s truck. He, he just wants to go home, back to Bobby’s where it’s safe. Suddenly, this date is a very, very bad decision on his part. 

“OMEGA, STOP!”

Fuck! Sam’s using his Alpha voice. Dean stops dead in his tracks. He gulps again. Sam’s gonna probably throttle him right about now while the lively song is playing in the background. Death by a lot of cheerful notes… Dean closes his eyes. Maybe death can come quick and painless. Dean hopes Bobby can raise their pups. Maybe he can marry Ellen and, and maybe Jo can help. Dean just prays the pups don’t end up with Ash. They’ll both end up with mullets and listening to mullet rock. 

His body stands frozen waiting for a blow that never comes. Instead, he feels Sam’s enormously arms around him in a loving embrace. Dean melts just like the ice cream in the damn waffle cone. Sammy’s pheromones are all around him and it’s pine and ozone and dammit, it smells like home. Sam scent marks him. Dean’s brain turns to mush.

“I’m sorry for whatever it is I said that offended you. We’ll, we’ll find some way for you to keep your babysitter job if it really means that much to you I guess….”

“Their yours.” Dean whispers. It’s hardly inaudible at best. 

“What? I didn’t catch what you just said.” Sam hugs Dean tighter. 

“I said they’re yours.”

It takes Sam several seconds to let that thought marinate in his thick Alpha brain stem. He laughs. 

“Oh my God. For a minute I thought you said they’re mine.”

Then it clicks…the little gurgling noises Sam heard that first night when he came over to see Dean….the small cries and whimpers. How can he be such a stupid knothead? Of course they’re his!

“Fuck!”

Dean breaks out of his pheromone-induced coma long enough to run back to Sam’s truck. 

“I, I wanna go home, please.” He pants. 

But, Sam’s on him like white on rice.

Dean runs faster. He reaches the parking lot, Sam’s truck. He wants in, but he doesn’t have the keys. Sam catches up to him. 

“Dammit, Dean! When were you gonna tell me? When were you gonna fucking tell me those pups were mine? How many? How many pups do I, do we have?” Sam growls. 

Dean hunches his shoulders trying to make himself look small. Dean bares his throat. Sam’s probably gonna rip him apart right there in the parking lot. Dean guesses a shallow grave in a pretty city park ain’t so bad for an Omega. It could be much worse like the ditch in his nightmares. 

Sam grabs his shoulders and shakes him. It rattles his soul.

“I asked you how many? Answer me dammit!” Sam growls. 

Dean can see Sammy’s fangs. He’s trying desperately not to fang out here in the middle of the parking lot.

“Two. Twins.” Dean says quietly.

Sam lets go of his shoulders. Dean gasps. 

“One boy, one girl.” Dean swallows hard. “I, I named the girl Mary…like after our mom, you know. Couldn’t make myself name the boy John, so I came up with Adam…figured the kid deserves as much being the firstborn and all…” Dean slumps down beside Sammy’s truck. Somehow, the asphalt just seems like the right place to be…low to the ground so Dean doesn’t have to fall to his knees and crawl to ask for Sammy’s forgiveness. Dean feels lower than an earthworm, and that’s pretty low. 

Dean touches the mating bite on the right side of his neck where his mating gland is. It’s throbbing. He puts his hands over his face and starts sobbing. His sobs are painful and deep. 

Sam’s anger subsides. He’s not seeing red anymore, just the image of two faceless pups, one male, one female far off in the distance. Sam slumps down on the asphalt beside his brother, his mate. 

“So, when did you realize you were pregnant?” Sam asks softly.

Dean sucks in air through his mouth because his nose is congested and full of snot. He wipes the tears off with the back of his hands. 

“Right, right after that night you raped me and then went off to be with her, with Ruby. I might’ve been only a few weeks into it. I was so stressed out. My, my body wasn’t going through regular heats anymore by then. I— hiccup— I thought I had food poisoning…wasn’t really sure till I got to Bobby’s. Didn’t even know that I was carrying twins. I was just huge, told Ellen I thought I swallowed an entire watermelon by that point. She— hiccup—she delivered them, just so you know. Nineteen freaking hours of labor, passed out three times. It’s like pushing a watermelon out of your freaking nostrils. Fuck!” All of a sudden, Dean remembers all the pain, the joy…

Sam starts crying. “I’m. I’m so sorry I missed that. I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you go through that. I suck as an Alpha. I should’ve been there for you instead of sucking face and blood with a fucking demon. Can you ever forgive me?” 

Dean looks at him tenderly. “It wasn’t all your fault, Sammy. It was the demon blood. It turned you.” Dean says softly. “I forgive you. I forgive you for all of it.”

There’s a pause as they hear the silence in the air. Then Dean turns to look at Sammy, his tear-filled eyes glistening in the moonlight.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing. Can you ever forgive me for keeping such a big secret from you? I should’ve told you on that first night that you found me, but I was scared. Didn’t think you wanted them. -Hiccup-Thought maybe you were still with her, you know?” 

Sam just smiles at him. “You know you’re adorable whenever you hiccup. Did you know that? You smell fucking depressed right now like burning sugar, but you smell freaking amazing whenever you’re happy. It’s like warm apple pie, leather, and freaking peppermint ice cream all mixed together. It smells like home! And, really there’s nothing to forgive actually. You were just doing what you had to do to survive, Dean.” Sam blurts out. 

Dean just looks at him with his huge green eyes. Now he knows just exactly how he smells. No one had ever told him that before. 

“You smell great too, Sammy…like pine in the woods and freaking ozone when it rains. It smells like home, too.” 

Sam hugs Dean like there’s no tomorrow. Dean let’s him. They stay like that for a long time until they hear the thunderous clapping in the distance. The music stops. 

“Guess the party’s over, huh, Sammy?” Dean says. 

“It doesn’t have to be. We can make our own kind of music. It’s almost midnight. Let’s get you back to Bobby’s before you turn into some kind of winter squash or something.” Sam starts getting up bringing Dean with him. 

Dean chuckles. “Yeah. I was definitely more pumpkin-shaped when I was preggers, kinda orange, too.”

“You’re incorrigible, jerk.” Sam says. 

“You mated me, bitch.”

They both laugh. 

The ride back to the Singer Salvage Yard is filled with excitement over new possibilities, a new future together instead of apart. They make it back just in the nick of time before Dean turns into a pumpkin. Bobby’s sitting on one of two new oak rocking chairs from Cracker Barrel on the front porch. Ellen sits on the other. They’re holding hands as they rock back and forth. Ellen’s wearing Dean’s yellow carnation corsage on her delicate wrist. Sam parks his truck in front of the old two story house. It doesn’t look as dilapidated in the moonlight, Dean thinks. They both get out of the truck and begin walking towards the house. Sam holds Dean’s hand. 

“Guessing I don’t have to shoot yer ass with buckshot, huh?” Bobby says. 

“No, sir. Not at all.” Sam reports. 

“You ok, Dean? Sam treat ya respectfully like a good Alpha should?” Ellen asks. 

Dean grins and winks at her. “Yes, ma’am. He did.”

There’s an awkward moment of silence as they all look at the moon. Dean thinks maybe it’s a Harvest moon. It’s magnificent as it shines brightly over the salvage yard. The moon doesn’t care about genders or second designations. It shines it’s beautiful light on all. Dean feels the tension in the air tonight. He speaks up. 

“He know, you know.” He says softly. 

Ellen nods her head gently while Bobby narrows his eyes trying to find some kind of menace in Sam’s posturing. There isn’t any. 

“Think I’m gonna introduce my, our pups to old Sammy here. Are they up?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. They’re both upstairs with Jo. Adam got all riled up after Jo gave him applesauce. Mary’s just as hyper even after Jo bathed her. She’s reading some book about green eggs and ham to them. Sounds kinda repulsive, but they enjoy it. Go on. Holler if you need us. 

Dean nods his head and starts walking towards the front door. Sam follows. 

“Oh, by the way, your uncle’s just proposed, so I guess you’ll be seeing me a lot around here.”

Dean and Sam stare at each other and smile.

“That is so, so awesome!” Dean exclaims. 

The Winchester boys hug Ellen. She’s part of the family now.

“Well? Don’t keep Jo waiting. Guess you two better go say hi to your sister. There’s gonna be a hell of a lot of explaining to do around here.” She belts out.

Dean and Sam just stare at each other—again. Then it’s a race to see which one makes it upstairs first. Last one to hug their newly found sister gets to change dirty diapers for a week. 

The roaring sound of laughter and happy crying fills the upstairs of the old ramshackle house like the symphony from the park. 

Bobby and Ellen keep their rhythm as the clickity-clack of the rocking chairs echoes through the autumn air. 

Guessing the Winchester clan woke up after all the pounding on Uncle Bobby’s door. Looks like everyone made out like bandits. Everything’s gonna be ok. Sometimes life’s like a box of Lady Godiva chocolates. You just never know what yer gonna get. 

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Chapter Text

HOLDING A GRUDGE

DOESN'T MAKE YOU

STRONG; IT MAKES

YOU BITTER.

FORGIVING DOESN'T

MAKE YOU WEAK: IT

SETS YOU FREE.

Dave Willis

Epilogue 

The next year brings change, lots of change. Change ain’t all bad. Sometimes it’s just different than what you’ve become a accustomed to. Sam proposed to Dean that Christmas. Sam made an honest Omega out of Dean on New Year’s Eve. Now they finally have matching claiming bites and shiny white gold wedding bands to boot. Sam got a huge promotion from Novak Enterprises. He’s the head of the Technical Division now. Sam was progressive enough to allow Dean to still work with uncle Bobby. It’s all still illegal in the state of South Dakota, but Bobby still pays Dean under the table. Dean’s been racking in more money ever since Bobby’s started fixing classic cars. Business at the Singer Salvage Yard has never been better. Dean drives his beautiful Baby into work each morning. Bobby married Ellen in a small ceremony that Thanksgiving. Dean gave the bride away. Bobby gave Dean away to marry Sam on the last day of the year. They got married when the clock struck twelve. The were fireworks that night in more ways than one. No one had time for a honeymoon. There’s no rest for the wicked when you’ve got mouths to feed. 

Bobby and Dean help Ellen out on the weekends at the Harvelle Roadhouse. Bobby helps her out with invoices. Dean’s become quite the bartender. He can make a mean Bellini like nobody’s business. His manicotti still needs more salt, but whatever. Jo opened up her new daycare. She takes her niece and nephew with her to work each day. The twins are growing like weeds. Sammy and Dean are saving up for a house. Dean has his eyes on a fixer-upper on the outskirts of Sioux Falls just five miles from uncle Bobby’s house. Don’t get him wrong. He likes the big city, but it still makes him twitch sometimes. Sam’s all for whatever Dean wants. He wants to be a good Alpha to Dean. Dean has him twisted around his little finger. Sam’s smitten like he should be. 

Mornings are the roughest time at the Winchester household. Dean’s never been a morning person. Sam has to literally drag his ass out of bed with fervent kisses each morning. Dean let’s him. After showering together, there’s lunches to be made, twins to be dressed and fed. 

“Hurry up. Don’t wanna be late, Dean. Still have to drop off the twins over at Jo’s.” Sam shouts. 

“I’m coming. I’m coming. Just give me a sec.” Dean yells. There’s the sound of pots and pans clanging as he puts them into the dishwasher. 

“You want me to cook or do you want to order a pizza tonight? It’s Friday.” Dean asks. Friday usually means pizza night. 

“I’ll pick up a couple of pies from Luigi’s after work.” Sam says. 

“Awesome.” Dean exclaims as he carries both twins in his arms. 

He stops in his tracks. He looks a little green around the gills. He hands the twins over to Sam. They look adorable in their matching jeans and little green and blue plaid flannel shirts. 

“Just give me a sec. Ok?” Dean days. 

“You do realize you just said that a sec ago. Right?” Sam asks. 

Dean doesn’t answer him. Just gives him the stink eye as he runs to the bathroom. 

Sam puts the twins into their new stroller. He sits on their new blue sofa to wait for his mate. 

Dean returns several minutes later wearing a different plaid flannel shirt than the one he had on earlier. There’s a faint smell of Irish Spring in the air. 

“You ok, Dean?” Sam asks. 

Dean grins and winks at him. “If by ok means that I’ve got that special kind of food poisoning, then yes. I guess I’m ok. Must’ve been the chili dogs last night.”

Sam knows Dean’s got an iron gut. It takes Sam all of five seconds to figure it out and gasp. Dean counted. 

“No!” Sam shouts. 

“Yes!” Dean counters. “Gonna need another stroller, car seat, too.” He says as he runs his fingers through his short cropped hair. 

Sam stands up and pulls Dean into a tight embrace.

“Hey, hey, hey! Watch the merchandise, dude! You’re crushing the watermelon!”

Sam instantly puts Dean down on the carpeted floor. “Sorry. Sorry. I still don’t realize my own strength sometimes.” 

Sam straightens out Dean’s new shirt as he places his giant paws on Dean’s stomach. 

“Still got some time before the nugget or nuggets start showing off. My poor stomach’s gonna have stretch marks the size of runways pretty soon.”

Sam laughs.

“Oh, you think that’s funny do you? You ain’t the one suffering and waddling with swollen cankles.” Dean shouts.

The twins start laughing. 

“Great. Now even my own pups think it’s funny. You still gonna love me when I’m the size of Kenmore refrigerator with swollen cankles? Huh?” Dean asks. 

Sam just smiles and smiles. He picks up Dean gently and twirls him around. “You’ve my sun, my moon, and my stars no matter how big you get. You’re my big beautiful Omega. Nothing’s gonna change that.” Sam chirps as he kisses Dean.

“Good. ‘Cause you owe me, mister. You owe me bigly!” Dean declares. 

“Anything you want, Sweetheart.” Sam coos.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Dean inhales the sweet aroma of pine and ozone from Sammy’s neck. 

“Ok. You can begin by bringing me some tubs of peppermint ice cream. The big ones, not the puny single serve ones…and waffle cones. Got a new affinity for those little suckers. And tiramisu from that Italian restaurant…lots and lots of tiramisu. And, I want an Expresso machine!”

“But, the caffeine…” Sam starts out to say until Dean gives him the death stare. “Ok, ok, but in moderation.”

Dean grins a wicked grin.

It’s getting late. They start walking out the door of the apartment. Sam pushing the double stroller as Dean keeps talking.

“And, manicotti from that same place, maybe some rabbit food like that side salad with the creamy Italian shit on it. And, pie. Lots of it. Apple pie, Dutch apple pie, cherry…definitely cherry. Rhubarb’s ok too in my book. And buy some pumpkin pie, too. Don’t wanna leave pumpkin pie outta the big picture. Oh, and I want like a huge freaking box of Lady Godiva chocolates and another Dave and Harry’s fruit basket. You know…the one with the fancy pears and all those little snack thingies. And…”

Sam locks the door behind them as Dean continues with his list of favorite foods he’s gonna want. Dean’s gonna be the size of a Mac truck if he keeps this up. But you know what? Sam Winchester wouldn’t have it any other way. 

The End