"Hello?"
As soon as Dean heard Sam's voice, his heart began to beat just a little quicker and the full impact of how badly he missed his brother hit him like a ton of bricks.
Dean blurted out everything he had to say, "I don't have a lot of time to talk but I wanted to let you guys know I'm fine. I love yah Sam." The omega kept scanning the dining room for his dad.
"Love you too, D. Please come home, I miss you so much. Where are you?"
"Midwest, we're hunting something called an ijiraq. I can't come home for a while because Dad needs me." He noticed his dad exiting the hallway to the restrooms, "Merry Christmas, sweet Sammy, I gotta go."
"Dean!"
Sam heard a click and Dean was gone. He slammed the receiver down then scrubbed his forearm across his eyes so Bobby didn't see they were teary.
"What did Dean have to say?"
"They're in the Midwest hunting something called a ijraq."
Bobby frowned, "what the hell would an ijraq be doin' here? That's Inuit mythology and I know those two ain't in Alaska or Canada. There are weird things happening in the supernatural world, weirder than normal."
A devastated Sam mumbled, "I hope they aren't that dangerous."
"Their name literally means "shape shifter", I'm sure John and Dean can handle it. Did my wayward son say anything else?"
"Dean said he can't come home for a while because Dad needs him. Well I need him too!" Sam made a point of stomping upstairs to show how angry he was then slammed the bedroom door as an exclamation point. A short while after that Sam walked through the kitchen right past Bobby who was pouring over a map. The hunter turned and watched as Sam headed down to the basement with an armload of bedding.
He needed to wash away the smells of Dean and himself from the sheets, blanket and quilt. He did it as a quiet protest against his dad for taking Dean away and to show Dean he didn't need him or his comforting scents and finally to make sure Dean came home to a nice clean room. Neither John nor Dean would ever know about this but the act made Sam feel better, that he was in control of something.
Sam moved back into his own room that night.
…
January 24th 1996
Dean's seventeenth birthday was nothing like his sixteenth. He wished he was at home with Sam and Bobby and gorging on whatever his birthday meal might be. His thoughts went right to hot, comforting food.
"Maybe a big pot of chicken dumpling stew with apple pie and whipped cream and a peanut butter chocolate birthday cake….oh man, am I hungry…"
Dean was going through a wicked heat which made him hungrier than usual. His bedsheets were stained last night when it started a week early and he had no supplies. So far this birthday sucked balls.
They were staying at the Shady Inn which was a perfect name for the motel on the outskirts of the city. The place was retro seventies and had changed little since it was built. The only way Dean would have sat on that gold and green shag rug would be on a bet or falling down drunk. The room was nasty.
John was out getting supplies for him so he didn't have to do it with a towel stuck in his jeans. This gave Dean the chance to call home collect and when he heard Bobby's gruff voice on the other end he couldn't help but smile, picturing his uncle's cranky expression. Only Bobby would answer a phone that way.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Bobby, how's tricks?"
"Dean, Happy birthday kid, where yah at?"
"A crappy motel, how's Sam doing?"
"You know that's not what I meant, where exactly are you?"
"Don't ask that. What I said in the letter still stands. I won't risk Sam losing his home and Dad doesn't need to know what his is. If he ever asks you, tell him Sam is a beta."
"If I ever see your dad again that's gonna be the last thing on my mind. How's he treating you?"
"Alright, same old thing. Where's Sam?"
"Not home from school yet. His grades are top notch but then school is about the only thing besides research that fills his time. Instead of afterschool activities he sits around waiting for you to call."
"Bobby, I'm in this for the long haul so tell Sam to join a group at school or some kind of sports, anything besides sitting around waiting for me."
He heard his uncle sigh, "I'll do my best. What are you both hunting now?"
"There's something living in the bowels of a seminary so we're gonna check it out right after Dad finishes up here. I think Sam would love a place like that, young guys living in a big old creepy place in the country and sitting around studying dusty old books. I bet its nerd heaven."
"There's a little more to being in a seminary than that, Dean."
"Sure, hot virgin God freaks in long robes and no underwear." Dean's dirty cackle was like music to Bobby's ears. It meant the kid wasn't beaten down enough to lose his humor.
Baby pulled into the snowy motel parking lot. "I've gotta go, tell Sam I miss him." "I love him…"
"Will do. Take care of yourself and just give me the signal and I'll get you back home."
"Bobby, you still there?"
"Yeah son?"
"It's nothing. Bye."
"I wanna come home for Sammy's birthday…for summer…"
…
John carelessly tossed the bag of supplies on the bed, "It's your job to take care of yourself, especially when you're in heat. I shouldn't even be around you right now." John dragged his palm down his face then took a long draw from his silver flask.
Dean clutched the bag to his chest and went into the bathroom but before closing the door he said, "I'm your son, not a problem." He closed and locked the door, not that it would have stopped his dad if the man wanted to get at him. He heard his dad leave the room, slamming the door behind him.
While in the shower, the omega quickly washed his hair and body and then tended to those parts of him screaming for attention. On just a regular day the teen had sex on the brain more often than not but during his heat the cravings were maddening.
Today Dean's fantasy was about their upcoming job at the seminary filled with hot, horny young seminarians. Or at least he pictured them all as horny, young and good looking.
"Fuck those vows. Don't lock up those cocks, boys…"
Dean plunged two fingers inside his pussy with the thumb on his clit while his free hand grasped his thick cock and his mind sailed free.
"I bet most of them are virgins…never saw a pussy before….cassocks and no underwear with dicks ready to go…fuck me hard…harder…"
The man in his fantasy seemed familiar somehow, very tall, lean, soft pretty hair framing his angular features and he had the eyes of a wolf. The image of himself bent over some sort of alter while this big, young buck pounded him hard was enough to bring the omega to orgasm quickly.
Dean shouted "I'm gonna cum you fucking god loving motherfucker!" He let out a roar as bloody slick ran down his thighs and his cock jerked violently until his balls were drained.
Dean sat in the tub under the shower spray just enjoying the delicious aftershocks. A few minutes later he was up for round two. Dean needed more of that fantasy man; the one that he would never admit was an version of Sam that he had created.
…
John was a real pool shark that night who took all comers for their cash. After filling his wallet, the alpha got in a fist fight with a disgruntled loser in the back alley. He went back inside and got piss drunk then picked up a woman and fucked her brains out until she was exhausted and he was spent.
Many women could take a knot just fine while others couldn't or wouldn't. This one took it but complained of being sore as hell afterward. It wasn't John's fault he was hung like a bull. Nights like this made him miss the company of omegas and what they had to offer. Victor crossed his mind but they hadn't spoken since they fought and the omega told John to go fuck himself and then left. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Lying there in this stranger's bed gave him time to think about things other than the path he set for himself. Even Dean crossed his mind. He was drunk enough to feel a pang of guilt because it was the kid's seventeenth birthday. The father hadn't been there for most of their birthdays but this year was different. It was easier to just leave than to deal with things like birthdays, Sam and Dean's expectations or his son's heat cycle and all the trouble that came with it.
John left early the next morning and picked up a few peace offerings.
…..
Dean woke from a dead sleep the next morning to the smells of delicious things that made his mouth water. The omega sat up to find his dad standing at the foot of his bed holding two big bags from McDonagles. Those big golden M's were a sight for sore eyes.
"Am I fuckin' dreaming?"
John held the bags higher, "breakfast."
Dean's stomach started that incessant growling again. He hadn't eaten since early yesterday, "Dad, can I eat right now?"
"Go for it. He hitched his thumb toward the bathroom, "I'm going to hit the shower."
Dean opened the first bag to find just about every breakfast sandwich on the menu and the other bag was filled with little apple and cherry pies in their cardboard sleeves along with two pints of milk.
"Awesome, mini pies!"
He alternated mini pies and breakfast sandwiches until he was stuffed. This was one of those rare times when Dean felt cared for by his dad.
…..
Sam joined the seventh and eighth grade forensics team after Bobby encouraged him to pick an extra-curricular and so far it was proving to be pretty interesting. He decided to funnel all those feelings about his brother into a story about a memorable werewolf hunt that he'd pass off as fiction.
Joining a team at first was very awkward for Sam, especially because he joined much later than the others and walking in that first day, all eyes were on him. He was already a curiosity, the boy who vanished for a year and then appeared again and gave no explanation. It was pretty obvious Sam Winchester was going through alpha puberty which was threatening to some of the other boys.
Soon they'd be aggressively vying for the same things, omegas and females and even resources, which was a throwback to the days when one had to fight for every advantage. It could be anything from getting the last piece of pizza, the best seats in the lunchroom or position on a sports team and even who got to drink first at the water fountains in school.
Sam had lost all his baby fat, revealing all the beautiful angles of his face which made those killer dimples stand out even more, hinting at the striking man he'd grow into. He went from cherubic to angelic in just a year.
Sam had one good friend, a boy named Frankie whose real name was Francis but he hated that, it was too girly and "Frank" sounded too harsh so he'd settled somewhere in-between. When Sam first joined forensics Frankie was the first one to befriend Sam and Sam was the first one to stand up for Frankie.
Both of them had something in common, each boy was straddling the gap between childhood and young men. Not fully presented as either omega or alpha, they quietly shared their struggles on this difficult path.
It was just before the last bell and Sam was going over his short story when Frankie bumped his foot against his friend's, "how is the poem going?" He leaned over trying to get a peek at Sam's notebook but Sam covered it with his arm.
"It's not a poem it's a short story about a werewolf hunt." Sam unconsciously finger combed his bangs over his eyes, a childhood throwback from times he felt shy. This time, his shyness came with a little grin and a sideways glance at the green eyed omega with the pretty smile and not one zit in sight.
Frankie wasn't Dean but then no one could hold a candle to his brother. It was still nice to have a friend.
…..
"Come on Dean, you've been in there longer than a woman dressing for a fuckin' Christmas party."
Dean gave himself a final look in the mirror, "What?"
John muttered something Dean couldn't hear.
He emerged from the bathroom in his tight black tee and even tighter jeans with the denim worn in all the right places.
The alpha's eyes shot open wide, "Goddamn, don't you have anything else to wear?"
"Better not take the Lord's name in vain at the seminary."
"You better watch your mouth."
"Everything is tight on me because I'm bloated as fuck because of my damn cycle! You could always buy me potato sack to wear."
"I should buy you a fucking abaya to wear like omegas in conservative places; in fact I'll make sure to do that right after we finish this job."
The words just came out and Dean had no regrets, "The fuck you are!" His dad shoved him against the wall and yelled the usual things like smartass, useless, bad, lazy and careless, all the oldies but goodies and John added a new one, dressing like a whore.
John made Dean put on one of his flannel shirts that hung on the teen's slender frame like a mini prairie dress and they left for Saint Sebastian Seminary. On the way there his dad allowed him to play his newest mixed tape. It was a duplicate to the one he made for Sam before he took off. Unfortunately the player ate the worn tape and there was no saving it.
His dad switched on the radio and "Rhinestone Cowboy" came blasting through the speakers. Dean heard his dad chuckle over this song the man wouldn't pick in a million years.
Dean tried not to stare as his dad started singing along. He decided to join in because what the hell why not grab a light and easy father and son moment no matter how weird it was.
I've been walkin' these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow in the rain
There's been a load of compromising
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy…..
John nudged his son with an elbow, "Your mama used to sing this to you. There was no accounting for Mary's taste in music." The alpha's laughter was tinged with sadness as he thought about his wife so vibrant and alive, singing in that sweet voice of hers.
Well, I really don't mind the rain
And the smile can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the long way
And I dream of the things I'll do…
Dad rarely brought up Mom so this was a chance to get some answers to just simple things about her instead of demons, death, destruction or retribution.
"What other music did Mom like?"
"The Beatles, Bob Welch, Ohio Players and Aerosmith, all sorts of music, she had eclectic tastes."
Dean had forgotten how awesome his dad's genuine smile was.
"Your mom could really shake that ass on the dance floor. Damn, she was beautiful."
John's smile faded and he was right back in hunting mode. Dean put on his game face, mentally preparing himself for whatever had awakened in the bowels of Saint Sebastian.
TBC