Dean emitted soft noises as he moved his hips slowly from side to side. Sam noticed no signs of distress and in fact his big brother seemed to be experiencing a particular sort of pleasure that Sam didn't understand.

The feeling of butterflies in his belly came back just like at bath time a few hours before.

The male worked kisses down the stretch of smooth skin until he reached the omega's belly button and lingered there to swirl his tongue around the perfect little indentation.

Sam knew this was where his brother was the most ticklish. Dean let out a giggle and Sam wished he was the one to make his brother laugh instead of this interloper.

"Only I get to tickle D's tummy…"

A dark thought came to the innocent boy. He wondered how hard it would be to rip the strangers tongue out. Sam knew it was a bad thought and he found it scary and exhilarating at the same time.

Danny tugged the omega's jeans down to his thighs and their voices rose slightly but Sam couldn't make out the words. Dean let out a warning growl but he still allowed the male to touch him between the legs.

The male said all kinds of dirty things to Dean and his brother let out a moan, then the male did something Dean didn't like and he told him to stop. Danny had pushed two fingers inside of Dean and it hurt because he was so tight and still had his hymen intact. Dean's hymen was tough and like everything else in an omegas life it would bring pain when it finally ripped apart.

Dean brought his foot up and shoved Danny with all his might, slamming the alpha against the fieldstone fireplace.

"I told you to friggin' stop, it hurts."

The omega had done the unthinkable, he rejected the alpha's advances and bruised Danny's ego in the process. No one had ever rejected the good looking athlete before and it sent him into a rage. He slapped the omegas pretty face as hard as he could.

"Don't you ever push me again, bitch. I'm gonna teach you a lesson."

The slap and even the words Danny used reminded Dean of his dad. Someone was always trying to teach him a lesson for one thing or another both real and imagined.

Dean tried standing but a big strong hand clamped around his ankle and he fell on his stomach. He kicked back with his free leg and caught Danny on the chin and the alpha roared in pain. His mouth filled with blood which he spat on Dean's bare back. Danny grabbed Dean by the hips, forced him on his knees then mounted from behind. Dean could feel the alpha's ridged dick in search of an opening.

"My knife…"Dean went for the folded bowie knife in his jeans pocket but he couldn't reach with his chest pressed against the carpet.

Then just as fast as things had escalated, it was over and Dean was free. Danny was shrieking at the top of his lungs and when Dean turned he saw Sam wielding the cast iron fireplace shovel like a little gladiator, striking Danny all over his body and as hard as possible. Blood was streaming from Danny's scalp and mouth but Sam didn't let up.

Sam's words were each punctuated with another strike, "Don't –touch-my-Dean!" His normally calm little brother was in some sort of frenzy and his expression made him look like some sort of feral creature. Dean swore that for a moment his brother's eyes turned black.

Danny covered his head and face with his arms and begged the little boy, "Stop, please stop!" The alpha sounded as if he had a mouth full of marbles so Dean was pretty sure he had a couple teeth knocked loose.

Dean got out his knife and went to help Sam who was staggering now every time he landed another blow.

"Sammy it's ok, you got him, you got him."

Sam hit Danny one more time, "Get out of our house and leave my brother alone."

Danny stood slowly and cautiously with his hands raised in surrender. He looked from Dean who held an open buck knife, to the crazy kid holding the shovel, "I'll go." The guys face looked like the prom scene from "Carrie" there was so much blood.

Dean waved his knife in the air, "You better not say anything about this to anyone. If you hassle me or my brother, I'll cut your balls off and feed 'em to Rumsfeld."

Danny didn't know who or what a Rumsfeld was and he sure didn't want to find out. He got his pants and shoes on in record time and gathered the rest of his things then hurried out the door into the bitter winter's night. It would be the only and last time Danny ever set foot in the Singer house again.

….

Dean scrubbed his skin until it was tender and pink in order to wash every bit of Danny down the drain and now his focus was on Sam, his little savior.

Sam went into a coughing fit as the steam from the shower did its work. He spat another lugie on the shower floor then blew his nose into his hands. It was gross but Dean had seen grosser when it came to Sam's excretions.

Dean kissed the top of Sam's head before reaching over and shutting off the water. Sam allowed Dean to towel him off and rub his chest with vapor rub. When Dean dressed him in fresh boxers and flannel PJs Sam had no complaints of getting treated like a baby.

Sam wanted to feel tended to, cared for and loved this way because he was sick and physically exhausted by what had happened and his poor little body ached all over.

Tending to Sam was a comfort for Dean; it took his mind off his own bruised up face, busted lip and pain inside and out. He didn't have to think about what had happened, how the night started out with kisses and ended in sexual violence. There was only Sam, his sweet, soft little Sammy who needed him.

They went to bed and Dean turned on the radio so they could countdown to midnight with the DJ on the classic rock station.

In a cough syrupy fog, Sam came up with a good point. Once the clock struck midnight, what happened just a few hours before would then be something that happened last year. It was all a matter of semantics but that made Dean feel just a little bit better.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," Sam and Dean yelled, "happy new year" with plenty of enthusiasm.

Dean placed his fingers under Sam's chin, "Happy New Year, my little hero." He kissed his brother the way he had at Christmas, a soft, lingering full on the lips kiss and it made Sam tingly all over.

Dean tried to fall asleep on his back with a pillow over his groin in a bid to protect all his tender parts even though the danger was gone.

Sam knew his brother slept best on his stomach, "You can sleep on your tummy and I'll protect you."

"Ok, I promise just for tonight. I'm feeling kinda…" Dean couldn't think of the right words because something like this never happened to him before, "…I don't know how to explain it." He rolled on his belly and Sam snuggled up to him then draped his leg over his brother.

…..

Bobby arrived home a week later and it occurred to him that all this time he hated coming home up until the boys came to live with him. There was so much more than a bottle and loneliness to look forward to and the old house felt alive again. Sam and Dean seemed extra happy to see him and it warmed Bobby's heart to know he was missed.

Rumsfeld sniffed every nook and cranny of the house, picking up all sorts of new scents and most he didn't like at all. He smelled an intruder and something bad had happened here. The dog was extremely vigilant that night.

….

The next morning Dean woke to the smell of ham frying and biscuits in the oven. It reminded him this was their home and things would be alright. Dean was the early bird while Sam liked sleeping in but even Sam couldn't resist the smell of home cooking.

They watched the elder hunter move with surprising grace around the kitchen as he put the finishing touches on the food. This was no cereal morning and the spread included cranberry walnut biscuits and honey butter, ham, scrambled eggs and flapjacks with real maple syrup.

At the end of the meal Bobby produced a tooth from his shirt pocket, "Would either of you boys like to explain how a human tooth ended up in my driveway?"

Dean knocked his foot against his brothers and they glanced at one another.

"Sammy lost his last baby tooth and the tooth fairy dropped it."

"So that's the load of horseshit you came up with?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"What about that scab on your lip and the tail end of a bruise on your face?"

Dean shrugged, "the driveway is pretty icy and I slipped on my way to the bus."

Bobby looked to Sam for some answers next, "What do you have to say, buttercup?"

"I bet it's a tooth from the postman, he probably slipped on the ice like Dean and knocked it out."

Bobby shook his head in exasperation, "It's like pullin' hens teeth."

They had agreed not to tell Bobby about that night. Dean had his reasons as wrong as they were, he didn't want Bobby to think he was stupid for inviting Danny over and falling for his line of bullshit. The worst thing in the world would be getting blamed for what happened to him. Bobby might see Dean as weak and no longer trustworthy, just another dumb omega who couldn't take care of himself.

Sam told his brother that Bobby would never think that way or yelled at Dean for what had happened. Dean just couldn't risk losing the man's respect.

….

Danny's parents filed a police report in hopes they'd find the two big guys that jumped their son, beat him unmercifully and stole his money but they never did.

Danny went back to school with five staples in his scalp, a couple of new crowns and a gap where a molar should have been. When he opened his locker an envelope fell out and when he opened it inside was the bracelet he gave Dean, broken in two pieces and his missing molar.

TBC