By the time Dean got back to their dingy motel room with the grub, Sam was cleaned up and sitting on one of the beds with a towel around his waist. He looked a little better but not by much. The kid was littered with bruises that pained Dean to see almost as much as it pained Sam to have them. Big brother got to work placing the takeout containers of food on the little table by the window as he spoke.

"Food always makes me feel better, food, booze and fucking."

"Fuck, why did I say fucking? No fucking for us…not now. Christ, I want his cock stuffed so far up my twat that I gag on the head of that monster…I'm sick, a sicko, he just got away and I'm on the rag and should be fifty miles from him right now…danger, danger Dean Winchester…"

Sam wasn't as interested in the food his brother was placing on the table like an offering to the gods, he was more interested in that dark stain spreading on the worn denim crotch of his brother's jeans. He could really smell Dean now, the sweat, the slick mixed with those omega exclusive pheromones that beckoned him. His brother's body was ripe and ready for mating. Rational Sam was having a tough time telling young buck alpha Sam to stand down, run away, think of baseball or homework or whatever would make him forget about Dean and all that enticing wetness between his legs.

This was Dean's show though and he directed how this went, he always had. He plopped down in one of the chairs and grabbed two beers from the grocery bag and waved one at his brother, "Come on, Sam, soups on." Sam took the chair opposite his and poked at the contents of the many containers with his long fingers. "Just pick something and eat, will yah?"

Sam settled on the ho fun noodles and vegetables and ate while he watched an egg roll vanish between Dean's plump lips like a log in a sawmill. Watching him eat was strangely satisfying for the alpha. The omega was famished and packing in the calories and it turned Sam on. There was a biological reason for it but Sam wasn't thinking about sex ed class or books.

Food and sex were so intertwined when it came to the Winchester brothers. When they were children, keeping Sam fed gave Dean a sort of high to know he could provide for the person he loved more than anyone in the world. As they got older and Dean was right on the edge of puberty, Sam became fascinated with the amount of food his brother packed away and on some level, he knew this was the beginning of something important and Dean was changing. Now, knowing his omega needed this food, this fuel because he was in his fertile time just made it all the more titillating.

A moony eyed Sam gave him the dimples, "I love you, Dean. You're so pretty."

"Love you too, sweet Sammy. I'm not looking so pretty right now, though. I stink and my clothes are so dirty they could stand on their own." He looked down to see what Sam was staring at and noticed the stain on his crotch, "Fuck! Did I go out like that? No wonder guys were hittin' on me left and right."

He stood up and stripped off his clothes as Sam looked on. Dean hadn't decided what to do, go shower, fuck or do the honorable thing and lock himself inside Baby. Sam, tired of standing by and letting Dean run the show, stood up and wrapped his long arms around the omega and grabbed Dean's pretty little ass with both hands and lifted until Dean got the message and wrapped his legs around his brother's waist. He was carried the few feet to the bed and dropped on the mattress, taking Sam with him. He rolled on his belly and stuck his ass in the air.

He heard the alpha's frantic breaths as Sam kicked off his shoes and flung his clothes to the floor. He felt those long, familiar fingers gently touching his labia. Dean let out a deep sigh of relief with they slid inside and slowly fucked him, he pushed back but Sam abruptly pulled his fingers out. The whine the omega made became a filthy moan when his brother's cock replaced them.

The alpha roughly fucked him before his knot became too engorged, tying them together. He held his brother's waist and rolled to the side, one of the most comfortable ways to get through the breeding. Dean kissed and sucked his alpha's fingers while Sam used the other to jack his dick and fondled his balls until Dean had his first orgasm of the night. Those same beautiful fingers of Sam's scooped the jizz off the sheets and fed it to both Dean and himself.

Neither had thoughts of anything dark or upsetting, their lives were here and now and the only thing in the world that mattered was each other and the incredible feeling of complete connection.

…..

Bobby got Dean's message that Sam was safe and they'd be heading home soon. The hunter knew there was no safer place for Sam to be than with his brother. When Bobby called back it went to voicemail. It was just as well; disturbing news was better given face to face like the news of a high school grounds keepers who had his heart torn out and eaten and it was the other grounds keeper who did it. Bobby figured the killer was a werewolf but he was in police custody now. All he could do was warn the sheriff to keep an eye on the prisoner during the peak of the lunar cycle. Sheriff Mills had looked at Bobby like he grew a second head but there was a part of her that believed him

School was one of the safe and sane places in Sam's life. Even though Sam and Dean weren't strangers to the horrible things this world had wrought, it was important to Bobby that both of his boys had some sort of safe and normal in their lives.

He heard a vehicle pull up and hoped it wasn't Sheriff Mills again, asking about Sam and Dean. He was relieved to see it was Val's dusty, maroon Suburban parked in front of his home.

"I hope Jamie is right behind her…where there's one there's the other…"

He watched as the hunter women exited the vehicle and they gathered behind Val who was holding a box clutched to her chest. As they ascended the stairs, Bobby opened the door before Val could knock and he greeted them with a rare smile then ushered them inside. Bobby poked his head out the door, "Any chance James is comin'?

Val went to the study and set the heavy box on his desk while the other women each placed foil covered dishes of food on the counter in the kitchen. It was customary to feed the grieving and though a small gesture, it was all they could do now except be there to support Bobby Singer.

How do you tell someone their mate was murdered and now this wonder person was nothing more than an urn full of ashes?

Val ran her fingers through her close cropped hair and closed her eyes for a moment, gathering up the courage to deliver the devastating news.

Bobby's eyes lit up when he saw all the dishes of delicious smelling food the women had brought him.

"Thanks ladies, its much appreciated. Does anyone know where my Jamie is at? He hasn't answered the phone in a while and I'm gettin' concerned." The women looked to one another, avoiding Bobby's gaze. Val came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

…

The brothers dozed off, still connected. Dean woke up mid-orgasm caused by the alpha's knot pulsing against his clit. Sam had ejaculated for the final time and Dean could feel the knot softening inside him.

It was only six in the morning but Dean's belly was growling loud enough to wake the dead and the leftover egg rolls on the table looked pretty tempting. He wondered if he should risk eating them since they'd been out all night.

Sam opened his eyes and rubbed them before rolling off Dean. His cock made a wet pop as it pulled out and he giggled. That got Dean giggling and they made out for a minute or two.

When the omega got up, he went straight for the eggrolls and bit one in half. He made a show of rolling his eyes and making exaggerated sounds of pleasure.

"Dean, don't eat that, it's been out all night! Let's clean up and hit the road, I'll run in somewhere and get food."

"None of that rabbit food bullshit. I should go in with you."

"Do you have scent block?"

Dean batted his thick lashes at his lover, "Nah, I got something better, a big strong alpha to protect me."

Sam rolled his eyes and Dean playfully punched his shoulder, "Just kidding, I'll just pound the tar out of anyone who hassles me."

"You are such a jerk."

"Aw, come on Sammy boy, let's take and nice hot shower and I'll wash that bitchy look off your pretty face."

…

The motel parking lot was empty that morning and when Dean went to the office to grab a couple of free doughnuts, the clerk was nowhere to be found. It was weird but not weird enough to investigate.

The quiet had Sam feeling uneasy but he told himself he was just paranoid from the kidnapping.

On the first leg of the drive, they noticed the lack of traffic, the unlit businesses and the absence of people. Dean found a gas station that was open and he filled Baby up and bought snacks they both liked. He added two gallons of water on impulse. The clerk kept glancing at the hunter as he rung up the sale.

Dean read the guy's name tag, "Hey Lance, why is it so damn quiet around here?"

Lance gave him his change and thrust the bags at him, "Don't you watch the news? Shits crazy out there. People are staying home if they can. Killers on the loose, fucked up animals attacking everything in sight, the works." He leaned in a bit, "I saw Bigfoot."

"Bullshit."

"No, really!"

"Ok buddy, have yourself some kind of day."

…

Dean filled Sam in on the state of things according to the clerk. He saved the best part for last. "The dude said he saw Bigfoot, how crazy is that?"

Sam's eyes got as big as saucers, "Yeah? Well maybe he did. What's crazy about that?" I-I don't think it's crazy at all."

His brother frowned, "Come on, all the shit we've seen over the years and not one Bigfoot."

"Well, I saw a Bigfoot lady a couple years ago, so there. You and Bobby left me alone and one night someone was tossing pebbles against the widow. I checked and no one was there but the second time I went out there and saw her, it was dark out but I'm pretty sure it had boobs. I left out some of the biscuits Bobby made and the plate was empty the next day!"

"Was she hot? How big were her boobies? I've never banged a super hairy chick but there's a first time for everything."

"Up yours, Dean. It's the truth. See, this is why I didn't tell you."

By Sam's uber bitch face, Dean knew he was really pissed off. "Ok, I wasn't there so it sounds kinda weird but you saw her and I can't argue with that. Maybe she thought you were cute. I bet it was exciting when she found a guy as tall as her."

"Ok, I'm done talking about this, jerk."

"You've got an impressive bush down there and super hairy pits. I think its sexy as hell. Maybe she was peeping when you were walking around the house nude." That got sour faced Sam to smile just a little. "Ah, there it is, give me those dimples."

Sam busted out a big smile for him, "I hate you."

"You love me. I believe you, babe."

The conversation lightened the mood and stopped both of them from saying what was really on their minds. Long car rides could lead to some pretty heavy talks between the two of them.

Dean could put off telling Sam that Jamie was murdered, though when they got back home, he'd have to tell both of them. Dean hadn't grieved, not yet. He couldn't allow himself to do it, not when Sam and Bobby were in the dark.

Sam put off telling Dean he might have been injected with the virus but he wasn't sure. He didn't know if he could bring himself to tell his brother about the sexual abuse and the man who did it wasn't among the dead bodies.

The pair just rode the high of their special night together, the one that shouldn't have happened.

TBC