The old and imposing seminary was made of hand-hewn stone and the front covered in dormant ivy. Dean knew that if Sam were here, he'd geek out over a place like this. The inside was as impressive with only the amenities upgraded through the decades while retaining its original look.

When the hunters entered, most of the young men moving between classes paused to give the alpha a glance before focusing on the beautiful creature standing next to him. These males weren't used to seeing females or omegas in the building and visitors in general were few and far between.

Dean's masturbatory fantasies were forgotten and he was in hunting mode now. It was a serious, dangerous family business they had and they were dealing with an unknown tunnel dweller that had made itself known just recently.

When they were taken to the office of Father Collins only John was seated inside. Dean was made to wait outside the door on a bench like some naughty school kid. The omega knew why and he was rightfully furious especially since he was there to risk his life for strangers.

Things took a turn for the better when a seminarian appeared, clad in a cassock just like out of Dean's fantasy. The tall young beta was much better looking than the handful of males Dean had seen so far. His most striking feature were his almond shaped eyes the color of cherry amber. He extended his hand to the omega and Dean felt compelled to grab it and when he did, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "You must be one of the hunters who has come to rid us of our burden. What is your name?"

"Dean. You?"

"Dante."

The hunter shook his head and chuckled, "Of course it is. Nice accent, where are you from?"

"I just transferred here from Portofino. That is in Italy in case you aren't aware."

For as much attention the omega received since arriving, he was still a teenager with minimal experiences with men. Dean hadn't mastered the fine art of subtly when it came to flirting. As he followed Dante to the basement and the tunnel, he tried his best to sound more worldly than he actually was.

"Has anyone ever told you you're super-hot?"

Dante paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked back at the wet behind the ears omega and gave him a toothy smile, "You have no idea how hot I really am."

"Ok, that was a weird answer. Great, now I'm embarrassed I said anything at all…he's too old anyway…must be at least twenty-five. Focus on the job…"

Dean turned on his flashlight and shined it into the entrance to the tunnel, "How far does this go and what am I looking for?"

"A creature beyond imagination. It's shaped like a man and its outer shell is made of something that looks like pyroclastic rock and when it moves one can actually see cracks exposing the lava like substance beneath it…orange, yellow, intense red…it glows in those places."

"How the fuck did you see it and not get hurt?!"

"I ran upstairs and told the others. Brother Asanti also saw it one night when he was down here replacing a fuse. It almost got him; he was badly burned when it grabbed his leg as he was running up the stairs."

Dean entered the darkness and Dante followed him. They passed by rotten crates holding full wine bottles thick with dust and a stack of moldering trunks. It had been used for storage since it was built.

The tunnel took a turn and Dean stopped, "there has to be another entrance to this tunnel." He lifted the tail of his flannel shirt and wiped his face, "its hotter than hell in here, Dante."

The hunter turned to find he was alone in the tunnel, "Dante! Where'd yah go? Ok, this isn't good…why didn't I wait for dad." He spotted a large human shaped figure standing at the entrance and when it moved, he could clearly see the fiery glow between the cracks as its limbs moved. The acrid smell of burnt fabric filled the hunter's lungs.

"Sonofabitch!" Dean took off running farther into the tunnel taking a few turns along the way. He prayed there was a was a way to exit because turning back and facing this creature while only armedwith a pistol, knife and a flashlight was useless. Dean glanced back and the creature was gone.

Dean wandered through the tunnel and somewhere off in the distance he heard his dad calling for him and Dean wondered how John was already there.

"Dad, I'm coming!"

It felt as if he'd been running forever and would never find his way out of this maze let alone find his dad. Dean's lungs were burning from the heat and the strain. Just as he was about to yell for his dad again, Dean found him in a heap on the stone floor surrounded by thick shards of glass. He looked up and spotted the large broken window of bubble glass and all that was left were the domed, decorative iron bars which held it. Next to that was a separate entrance long bolted and rusted shut with treacherous stone stairs leading down.

Outside it was dark and the howls of bitter winter traveled through the tunnel for the first time in in a century. Dean went to his dad first and found he was still awake but his breathing was labored and shallow. John's leather jacket was scorched down the back and his right side where the jacket rode up in the struggle was a stretch of burnt flesh.

They couldn't go back and had to move forward, "Dad, can you move at all?"

The hunter grabbed his son and Dean lifted while John braced his legs and when he cried out that was when Dean realized how badly his dad was injured. Dean shouldered the door to the outside and the rotten wood cracked and groaned around the heavy iron lock, He used the butt of his flashlight to finish the job. John went up the first with Dean right behind him supporting the man from the back and once outside, John collapsed on the snow-covered ground.

…

Dean felt like kicking the administrator out of his dad's hospital room but he had to play nice. There were so many questions that had difficult answers and Dean was left carrying the burden. He gave this Diana Wilkenson his dad's real driver's license because of the man's veteran status.

"Well Dean, as soon as your father is stable, he'll be moved to the nearest VA hospital because of your lack of insurance."

"He'll be better before that ever happens."

"Well, you'll need to speak to the doctor about that."

Dean did just that. John had a punctured lung, suffered smoke inhalation and burns along a ten-inch stretch of skin. This was something he wasn't going to walk away from after a few aspirin and a stitch job. Two weeks in the hospital with eight weeks total recovery.

Ms. Wilkenson informed both Dean and John that the VA will pick up the emergency costs and he'd be transferred the following day. John looked like a whipped dog as she was speaking and Dean's heart hurt for his dad. He wasn't used to the alpha showing any signs of weakness.

As soon as the woman left, John grabbed his son's hand, "Did you kill it?"

"Yeah, of course."

"How?"

"I hauled ever fire extinguisher I could find down there and waited. By the time I got done with Mister Smoky, it looked like a pile of old coals. I kept a couple pieces of it for you and Bobby to look at."

"But how did you know that would work?"

"I didn't but that's never stopped me before."

…

Sam knew it was Dean calling because he'd had a dream about it the night before. The sound of his brother's voice lifted his spirits in ways no one else could understand. Sam had so much to tell Dean but some things were better said in person.

"Hey Sammy."

"Hi Dean, are you coming home now?"

Bobby picked up the other phone and listened in.

"Dad got in a little hunting accident and I can't leave him and even then, I won't be able to see you until around your birthday. At least I'm pretty sure Dad will let me."

"Did you give him stitches?"

"Nah, he's in the hospital but he'll be fine."

Sam went from riding high to feeling lousy. Dad was injured and Dean was going to take care of him. While worried about his dad, Sam was also upset he still wouldn't see his brother. May seemed like a lifetime away and he needed Dean there in person.

"Fine Dean, take care of Dad. I'm mad at you for leaving us, for leaving me by myself." It sounded mean and selfish but it was coming from a twelve year old going through the puberty wringer.

Dean could hear the anger and disappointment in his brother's voice but he couldn't do a thing about it. Sam didn't need to ever know the reason he left.

"I'm sorry kid, it's got to be this way right now." Sam sniffed and Dean knew his nose was running from ugly crying.

"I'm not a kid so don't talk to me like one."

It sounded like things were going downhill so Bobby joined the conversation. "Dean, it's good to hear your voice. Thanks for the update, sounds like you got your hands full."

Relieved Bobby didn't sound mad like Sam did, Dean directed the conversation toward his uncle. "Yeah, but I'll figure it out like I always do."

Sam hung up and let them talk while he went upstairs to sulk. Later he felt bad for not saying goodbye, love you, miss you, to Dean.

"What if he gets hurt because he thinks I'm mad at him and he gets distracted while he's hunting… I didn't even ask what was wrong with Dad…"

….

Injured or not, it was good to have his dad out of the hospital and looking better. Now all Dean had to do was chain the alpha to a bed so he didn't try and leave the room Dean rented for them. The burn slowed John down more that the lung, there was no rushing skin to heal and the area needed tending to. When they pulled up in front of the motel John had to ask.

"How did you afford this?"

"I know how to hustle, don't worry about it."

John knew he should have insisted on knowing but he was too afraid of what the answer would be.

…

Saturday February 17th, 1996. Velvet Gentlemen's Club

Dean turned to look at his butt in the mirror and adjusted the tear away beaded mini shorts. Brandon walked past and slapped him on the ass.

"Ready for tonight Deano? The weekend after Valentine's Day is always super busy with all those lonely guys making up for a shit day of no love, no pussy and no dick. We are going to clean up, sister."

Dean wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I told you I'm not anyone's goddamn sister and don't call me Deano!"

Brandon took it in stride, over the month the teenager had worked there he'd had quite a few outbursts and the others were used to it. He was young and new to it all. The kid was doing it for a good cause, for his injured dad and his little brother. When Dean had a few under his belt post show, he was a different person, sad, softer and someone you wanted to hold and make his world all better.

The omegas at Velvet were a close-knit group who watched out for each other. They couldn't afford petty jealousies or rivalry, given that most the world around them saw them as commodities. A few of the omegas there had daddies, men of means who gave them money and demanded sex in return. It was better to fuck one person than a stream of faceless strangers.

Dean showed the others a photo of his daddy and there was plenty of interest over the rugged alpha stud in the photo. Dean said they could have him but he was far from rich. They asked about the alpha's cock size and Dean admitted John was hung like a bull with an impressive knot but this was his actual dad and he didn't like talking about things like that.

All Dean could think about was getting home to Sam and how he could do it without backlash and something awful happening. Dean planned to take his brother on a road trip the coming summer where they could reconnect and no one else was around to tell them what to do. Maybe he'd borrow a spare vehicle from Bobby for this trip although Baby was Dean's true love and it would feel like cheating.

The Omega touched up his ruby red lips and put on his game face before stepping through the velvet curtains.

…..

Valentine's Day came and went for Sam Winchester without fanfare. He got some cards from both girls and omegas and even one from a beta, gushy ones with notes saying how cute he was or a lipstick kiss placed upon the cardstock. Though he had a special friend it wasn't the same as having his brother around.

Sam missed out on giving Dean a New Year's kiss a birthday kiss and now one for Valentine's Day. The baby alpha did have one trick up his sleeve, he was pretty good at tongue kissing now. If anyone's mouth needed a tongue inside it, it was Dean.

One night he was thinking about his brother's pretty white teeth and the velvety soft, plump lips that hid them and he got his first real boner. Not a piss boner or one that just happened for no reason, a ridged one where his knot expanded fully for the first time. Sam gave his penis tentative touches and strokes before squeezing the long shaft and massaging the knot. Within seconds warm liquid was spurting from the head and down Sam's hand.

It was glorious and left him lightheaded and giggly. He did it a few more times, once more with his hand and then humping the big stuffed dog Dean had won for him at the carnival. Sam whispered "Dean, Dean, Dean" into its velvety ear and he bit down hard as he shot all over its garish fur.

Afterward Sam felt sort of guilty over picturing his brother while he wacked off and humped a stuffed animal. He also came to the realization it was Dean and only Dean that gave him his first real boner and mind-blowing orgasms. He loved his brother in ways that were far from brotherly and he wasn't sure to do with this new information. In the end, Sam decided to keep it to himself in fear Dean would label him a pervert creep and reject him completely. The omega had chosen their dad over him already and this new way he felt would be the nail in the coffin of their relationship. Sam wouldn't risk losing Dean forever.

If his dad every found out what he was feeling, the elder alpha would rain down the fires of hell upon them both, dragging Dean into Sam's perversion. Sam was sure this time his dad would make good on those threats to send him away. The thought of his uncle's disappointment and shame would be too much for Sam to bear.

TBC