February 1994

Dean felt his most vulnerable sitting there on the examination table clad only in socks and a gown. It was understandable, no fourteen year old wants to have a stranger prodding around the most private areas of their body but for Dean it went beyond that.

This cold, sterile room reminded Dean of the time CPS forced him to get a physical examination for signs of child abuse. Of course he had bruises, some from John and others from training. Then there were all those questions asked by a well-meaning social worker after the doctor was done with him. Dean lied like always because the thought of getting separated from Sam would have been just too much.

All the worries he had then were the same ones he had now. Dean was angry with Bobby for pushing him into this no matter how well-meaning his uncles' intentions were.

"What if they send me to some kinda home for omegas with no parents…what if they check and find out Bobby isn't our blood uncle…what if I lose Sam?"

Dean had no faith or trust in doctors or the system.

….

When the doctor entered, Dean was relieved to see it was a woman. Dr. Kuhl was built sturdy and her brown hair was pulled back in a sensible ponytail with stray strands framing her pleasant face. When she smiled, Dean didn't detect any falseness behind it.

"Hi Dean, I'm Doctor Kuhl."

"Doctor Cool? That's pretty cool."

"It's pronounced the same just a different spelling."

After a peek inside his throat and ears and a listen to his heart and lungs, Dean ended up on his back and in stirrups. He hated being in such a vulnerable position and if Dr. Kuhl had been a male, Dean would have kicked him in the throat and ran.

To make the experience all the more embarrassing, the doctor gave him a heads up to everything she was doing. "Dean, I'm touching your labia now…everything looks very healthy. Your hymen is intact and it's quite tough as they tend to be in omegas but I always suggest just leaving it alone if it's not bothering you and let nature handle the rest."

Dean was glad all he had to look at was a blank white ceiling and didn't need to make eye contact, it made this all a little bit easier.

"I'm going to insert the speculum now to collect a scraping from your cervix and a sample of your fluid. You'll feel some pressure and if at any point this is too uncomfortable please let me know."

"Um, ok. What's a speculum?"

She held up a small stainless steel gadget that looked like something from a medieval torture dungeon. Dean figured something like that would hurt for sure and it was upsetting that this device was going to expose parts of himself that even he hadn't explored before. This was just another moment in Dean's life he had no control over what was happening to him.

He felt everything, the stretching, scraping, swabbing his fluids and then the speculum was pulled out. Dean spent those minutes thinking about the old classic cars in Bobby's junk yard and which he'd pick to work on this summer.

….

Dean had insisted on Sam going with them and Bobby obliged. He would have done anything to get the teen to agree to go to the doctor.

Sam actually loved being there because he got to watch every size; shape and age of omega enter and exit the waiting room. He noticed each of them had their own distinct scent, at least the ones not wearing scent blocker. For most children these scents mostly flew under the radar but for an up and coming alpha child with the keen senses of a hunter mixed with a dose of demon blood, Sam was far more sensitive to his surroundings.

Being the good little brother he was, Sam got up and walked around the room collecting pamphlets for Dean to read later. He also swiped three different magazines geared towards omegas and stuck them in his shearling lined denim coat. Every omega Sam passed by in his literature hunt gave him a smile because the shaggy haired waif with the dimples was just too adorable for words.

There was a dish of wrapped candies on the reception desk and he grabbed a handful of them. When the receptionist raised an eyebrow, Sam informed her some of it was for his brother Dean who was there to get his vagina looked at.

Bobby snorted flavorless coffee right up his nose when he heard Sam say that out loud. A fortyish woman sitting across from him broke out laughing over the little boys comment. She caught Bobby's eye and smiled sweetly at the mature alpha.

"Is this precocious little darling yours?"

Bobby pulled his ball cap lower, "Yeah, he belongs to me." Bobby also had his own fears of losing Sam and Dean to the outside world. Civilians inquiring about the boys always make him nervous.

She nodded to her young son sitting next to her, a nervous looking boy wearing a slim, lime green leather collar, "It's my son's first time here," she noticed Sam staring at the boy's collar, "the collar was my husband's idea but we allowed Miles to pick out the color."

Bobby raised his issue of Fisherman Monthly even higher, "Well ain't that just peachy." He felt like rolling up that magazine and smacking her in face until she took it off the omega.

….

Dean was relieved to be dressed again and sitting in a chair instead of spread open like a Thanksgiving turkey waiting on the stuffing.

Dr. Kuhl watched the nervous teen's body movements, the jiggling knee and the fussing with a button on his flannel shirt. She had cared for omegas almost her whole career and it was the young innocent ones like Dean, who plucked at her heartstrings the most.

"Dean, you are a very healthy young omega."

He raised his bowed head and looked the doctor straight in the eye, "I'm tired of talking about my snatch and I need to eat."

"Your uncle wanted me to clearly explain things to you and I'm almost done. Your test results should come back in a day or two. The scraping was just to do a baseline and it won't be necessary for future visits until you are much older. The testing of your fluid-"

Dean cut her off, "Stop!" He stood and grabbed his coat, "Just stop talking about it and write it all down. I don't want to listen to every detail. Do you know how hard it was for me to even come here? If you had been a dude I would have walked right out."

The teen's face was flushed and his hands were shaking. The doctor was concerned about his mental wellbeing and all the stress he seemed to be under.

"Dean, your next heat is coming up, isn't it?"

"So what."

"So I think this has all been very stressful for you and that combined with your surge in hormones has made this day all the harder. I can't really understand how you feel but I want to help. This will all be in your exit summary but I usually like to explain things to my patients in person. I promise I just have one more thing to discuss with you and I'll keep it short and sweet." She gestured to the chair, "Please?" She was relieved when the omega sat back down.

"Dean, I would like to put you on a form of birth control…a sort of heat suppressant. It's ninety five percent effective in preventing pregnancy and there are other benefits."

Dean wondered about those odds, "why only ninety five percent?"

"Omegas are incredibly fertile but Nuva-O has the highest success rate of any other brand out there. Ninety five percent is actually very good."

"I'm not doing it with anybody so I don't know if I need it."

"I think you'll find it makes this emotional rollercoaster around the time of your cycle a bit easier, less cramping, lighter flow, and less acne!" Dr. Kuhl smiled at the beautiful omega, "Not that you need to worry about acne with your peaches and cream complexion. What do you say, Dean, this is your decision."

Dean thought back to New Year's Eve and how close he was to getting raped and that made the decision easier, "Ok, I guess. If you think it'll help." She handed him yet another pamphlet, "this explains how and when to take them and the side effects."

Dean knew she had his best interests at heart. Dr. Kuhl didn't have ulterior motives, didn't need or want anything from Dean and most importantly she didn't force this on him, he was given a choice.

…

When Dean entered the waiting room he spotted Sam talking to a very young omega over by the water cooler and Bobby knew Dean well enough to tell that the teen was jealous over someone else taking up Sam's time. It might have gone deeper than jealousy but Bobby was just as tired and hungry as Dean and didn't feel like playing armchair phycologist.

Bobby stood and blocked Dean's view of Sam, "All set?"

Dean held up a white paper bag, "I got pills. I need to come back in a couple months so the doc can see how I'm doing."

"Is the doc nice?"

"Real nice but I'm glad it's over." Dean wouldn't look at the other omegas because he might see some collars and tattoos of the ones who were treated like property and he couldn't handle that right now.

Bobby clapped him on the back, "How about we splurge and go to Blue Spoon for some chow?"

"Awesome! Can I get dessert?"

"Sure if it'll make you not pissed off at me anymore."

Dean put his hand to his chest in mock surprise, "Me? Pissed off?"

"Get goin' smartass."

There was nothing like the promise of good diner food with pie at the end to put a smile on Dean's face. As he booked it to the door he grabbed Sam by the coat collar and practically dragged him along.

"Come on Romeo, time to eat."

…..

Though the meal Dean kept fussing over Sam, smoothing his hair and dabbing ketchup from the corner of his mouth but then he said something to rile Sam up and they got into snark contest. Bobby wasn't having it and told them both to shut up or there would be no dessert.

Even a slice of warm apple pie with caramel drizzle couldn't distract Dean. It felt like something was eating at his insides and he had to ask.

"So Sam, what was the deal with that little omega you were talking to?"

Sam was into his banana split and frowned at the interruption, "What do you mean? We just started talking is all," Thinking back to the cute omega, Sam got a little smile on his face as he focused on mixing the strawberries with chocolate sauce; "I thought he was super nice."

With that simple admission from Sam, Dean had a mix of emotions he'd never felt before and it hurt and confused him and the end result, the one thing the omega could recognize was fear.

"Doc thinks I'm like this because of the heat coming on…yeah that makes sense…I just need the pills to feel better…"

A young man on his way to the bathroom slowed down as he approached the table with the super hottie sucking caramel off a fork. He couldn't help himself; this omega was just too good to believe. He smiled at the hottie and miracle of miracles the hottie smiled back.

There was a little kid who sat on the aisle side of the bench, blocking the hottie in. Then something strange happened, the kid, without looking up from his ice cream, let out a low growl. Then some elder alpha told him to keep it movin' and he did.

March 1994

In late winter Bobby taught the boys the steps it took to tap, collect, boil down and can maple syrup. It was a laborious process but rewarding when the end results were jars full of dark, rich syrup lining the pantry shelves.

Sam and Dean took turns doing all the tasks involved and Bobby made sure they were done correctly. He lectured the boys on how important it was to be able to survive on their own and that didn't mean heading to the grocery store. He was pleased they were eager to learn the process. Once canned, the maple syrup would keep indefinitely.

In the fall he planned to teach them how to bow hunt and during the summer he planned to take them on a survival adventure although every time they went on a hunt it was a survival lesson of its own.

Sam wasn't the only one who had dreams or Dean his nightmares. Bobby's grandma used to tell him to always follow your gut feelings, look for signs of change and be prepared for the worst but hope for the best. Most importantly, always have a plan B.

…

May 2nd 1994

"They were running…running to the safe place…the place beyond the trees, the place Sam knew would be their haven. Dean turned for a second to see how far behind they were and though he couldn't see them they could heard them plowing through branches and brush …."

Dean yanked off the sheet and slapped his brother on the butt way harder than he should have. Sam snapped awake and let out a yelp and there was his brother, grinning from ear to ear with a wicked look in his eyes.

"Rise and shine, Sammy, it's time for your birthday spanking!"

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

Sam tried to slither out on the other side of the bed but Dean grabbed his leg and dragged a giggling, squirmy Sam backward. Dean hopped up on the bed and sat backwards on Sam then played his butt cheeks like a couple of bongo drums. He yanked down his baby brother's boxers and got to work.

"Ahhhh Dean, not the bare butt!"

Dean's laugh sounded like a hyena as he laid into Sam with eleven slaps. When he was done he rolled off next to his brother who was hiding his face in his arms.

"Oh come on, your fanny looks kinda cute all cherry red."

Sam turned to Dean, "You are a real jerk. Now you gotta kiss my butt."

"Yeah I'm not falling for that so you can fart in my face."

Sam squeezed out a high pitched fart and they both let out giggles because farts are pretty damn funny.

It was easy to roll Sam over on his back because he usually allowed Dean to do almost anything to him with little complaint. He looked down at Sam with those same gorgeous green eyes filled with pure love that Sam was the focus of his entire life.

Dean bent down and gave Sam his birthday kiss and it was soft and sweet and tasted of the strawberry lip balm which tinted Dean's lips. Sam tried to put his hand lightly on the back of his brother's neck but Dean pulled away.

"Come on Sammy, I made you birthday pancakes."

"With apple jam?"

"Apple Jam and whipped cream."

….

Bobby looked up when he heard the sounds of bare feet right above him. He hurriedly folded the maps and tucked them in his desk drawer along with two little boxes both containing identical sets of keys.

TBC

A/N- Thank you dear readers for all the support thus far.