Spencer twirled his big leather office chair toward the spectacular view of the city below. He just finished bagging the company a very lucrative account and the Alpha was feeling top of the world.

"Maybe I'll pick up some flowers on the way home and then bang my wife like a marimba player."

Spencer's dirty thoughts were interrupted by his secretary Marlene who thought nothing of sticking her head right in his office whenever she wanted. Marlene smiled at her boss, "You seem deep in thought."

He smiled back and answered, "Yup, I was just thinking what a hot piece of tail my wife is and how I'm going to plow him like a snow drift as soon as I get home." Spencer got the reaction he wanted.

Marlene screwed up her face in disgust and tried her best to keep her tone professional, "Sir, Mr. Mercado would like to see you."

…..

Spencer's employer gestured for him to sit. Mercado's personal secretary Jason brought them both coffee and left. Mateo slid a burner phone over to Spencer, "The doctor."

There was a photo of Brewer with a bullet between the eyes. Spencer gave the gruesome photo a mere glance and then sat back and sipped his coffee, "No loss to the world."

Mateo nodded solemnly, "If such a man had touched my own son I would have gutted him. A bullet was too kind."

"Spencer, did Dean take anything from the bodies that can trace Roman's murder back to him? I ask because there is a Detective Monsanto sniffing around the case. Roman was very powerful and high profile, he was important enough for the police to keep digging."

Spencer's hands began to shake as set the china cup down. "I…I don't know. I'd have to ask."

"Find out for me tonight. It's very important that my man receives anything that Dean might have taken. Call me as soon as you find out and I'll send someone over."

"Sir I can't let the boy get in trouble for this. It would affect my whole family."

"Then I suggest you take the afternoon off, go home and get this straightened out."

…

The clerk watched as the handsome, slightly nebbish young man chewed on the end of his pen frowning down at the forms in front of him. The guy had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Her hopes were dashed when he asked for the proper paperwork for his under eighteen Omega and a form for their marriage license.

"Yup, its true Gloria…all the good ones are taken."

Castiel finished the raft of forms and brought them back to Gloria then asked how long it would take for the paperwork to be processed.

She went over everything carefully before answering, "Everything looks in order. The custodial papers usually take two to three weeks and the marriage license will be issued right after that." Gloria stamped the papers and set them aside.

Castiel asked her a slew of questions she was ill equipped to answer.

It's very admirable that you want proper protections in place Mr. Novak. Most Alphas give little thought to their Omega's rights and protection. I'd advise consulting a lawyer as soon as possible. Is there anything else I can help you with today?"

"No, you've been most helpful." Cas planned on asking his dad's advice.

….

Daphne brightened right up when she saw her favorite customer enter the jewelry store. She pointed over to the secluded area where they had sat before while picking out their rings.

She came back a minute later and sat across from the anxious looking Alpha and slid the two boxes over, "They turned out beautiful."

Castiel opened one and there was his plain gold band, in the other was Deans. Next he opened the worn, heart shaped velvet box. Castiel drew in a sharp breath. The two carat cushion cut Kashmir sapphire had been inset in a streamline band of gold.

Daphne polished the ring with a soft cloth and handed it to him. "We went with the twelve carat because it's more durable."

She watched the young man turn the ring so the gem caught the overhead lights. "It's a masculine setting as well. In our conversations you mentioned Dean was a no frills sort of Omega." Daphne added, "That's unusual isn't it?"

Castiel arched a brow, "Yes I suppose it is. Dean is an unusual Omega." He pulled his wallet out and showed her a photo he took of Dean at the cabin. In it the Omega was smiling and waving to Cas on the frozen beach.

Daphne's eyes widened, "Oh wow, don't mind me saying he is super pretty. I can see when he gets older Dean is going to very handsome." She could see the pride on his face when she gave the compliment.

"Thank you. But it's more than just how Dean looks, he's special…unique. Granted his looks and scent were the first attractants but as I learned more about him I fell deeply in love." He put his wallet away, "Forgive me for going on like this. When it comes to Dean I tend to boast."

"No need to apologize, if you have someone that special then brag a little." She pointed to the Kashmir ring, "Did you check the inscription?"

Castiel had to squint to read the inscription inside of Dean's ring. He felt his heart flutter as he read it. Cas hadn't thought things like fluttering hearts actually happened, "What next, little cupids, rainbows and butterflies?"

Then the image of Benny's butterfly crotch tattoo flashed before his eyes and all his romantic feelings vanished. There wasn't enough soap in the world to wash that out of his memory bank.

"The inscription came out perfect."

…..

Sam had swiped one of Scotty's sweaty t-shirts from the dirty clothes hamper. The boy was wearing it for his first time out baking cookies. Sam liked the shirt because it smelled like Scotty. He identified the scent as fresh baked bread and pumpkin spice. He said Scotty smelled like comfort.

Dean sat at the table with face in hands watching his little brother bake for the first time in his life. Sammy was all dimples and Dean knew that was when he was at his happiest. This would also be Sam's first real Christmas.

Dean thought this had been a year of firsts especially for him; presenting as Omega, falling in love, having sex and now pregnant. He didn't really feel different except some foods had started to look unappetizing to him. Dean cursed the Omega biology that brought symptoms to the forefront much sooner than for females. That was the price Omegas paid for such healthy babies.

Sam poked him in the shoulder, "Dean you're frowning, what are you thinking about?"

"That kid can read me like a book." Dean gestured toward the big lump of cookie dough Sam had dumped out on the floured table top, "I was just wondering when your vagina was going to come in what with you baking cookies and all."

Sam took it in stride because they always teased each other. He countered, "Maybe someday when I have a Beta or Omega mate of my own I'll wanna bake cookies with them. Besides, you have a vagina so maybe you should be helping."

Dean ignored his brother's silly talk and instead took an interest in Scotty's wedding set. His eyes tracked the glitter of the large, marquise cut diamond and began to wonder what was hidden underneath. He impulsively reached out and grabbed Scotty's left wrist, "I want to see the tattoo."

The older Omega extricated his wrist from Dean's grip, "Sure Dean, just don't manhandle me. That's Spencer's job."

Scotty wiggled off the band and engagement ring and held his hand out to Dean. His was a delicate crown complete with tiny inked jewels.

Dean examined it thoroughly, nodding his approval, "It's awesome."

Scotty looked down at his hand fondly, "It's queen's crown because I'm Spencer's Queen."

Sam added, "I think you're more like a princess from a fairytale." Scotty lightly pinched Sam's flour covered cheek and told him he was adorable.

Dean called Sam a hamper thief butt kisser. Sam pointed out Dean was wearing Cas' tie and dirty button down so he was a hamper thief Alpha kisser. Scotty decided they all needed to do laundry alot more often.

….

Salvatore took one look through the busted warehouse window and inwardly groaned. This was more than he signed up for. Inside were cages containing Omegas of various ages he guessed from around twelve to mid twenties. Salvatore counted a dozen of them.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ok Sal, keep it together."

He ducked down and hiked back to his vehicle to exchange the shotgun for a high powered rifle with scope. There was no way now he could just blast his way in there. Someone innocent might get caught in the crossfire.

…

When Spencer opened the bedroom door he was greeted by Blue Oyster Cult blasting through the tiny little speakers of an obsolete boom box that looked like a thrift store rescue.

Dean was singing along, eyes shut and lost to lyrics. There was homework spread out around him and Scotty's laptop sitting on a tray table over the bed. There were corn chips and a half empty glass of what looked to be herb tea sitting on the nightstand. Spencer thought that was an odd choice for a teenager.

When the room went quiet Dean's eyes popped open and there was Spencer sitting on the chair by the window. Dean bolted upright forgetting his ribs and let out a hiss.

Spencer nodded to the old boom box, "You need an upgrade."

Dean shrugged, "I'll be sure to ask Santa. Anyway it suits my needs. I have a box of tapes I like to play. Cas only has a record player."

They sat in uncomfortable silence with no one else to use as a buffer. Dean popped corn chips into his mouth and stared out the window waiting for Spencer to talk.

"Dean, after the car crash did you take anything from the bodies?" He got another shrug followed by the sound of crunching.

"The reason why I'm asking you without Castiel around is because he tries to shelter you from everything. I think we both know you're far from a delicate flower. So come clean, if you have anything I need it. There's a detective sniffing around the Dick Roman murder."

Dean blanched at the words, "W-what?"

"You didn't really think a man like that could get stabbed in the throat and no one would look into it did you?"

Dean grabbed the little trash can by the bed and started heaving up corn chips. Spencer yelled for Scotty and the Omega came running.

…

Scotty entered his husband's home office an hour later with a box and set it on Spencer's desk. "There, this is everything. Are you satisfied now?"

Spencer looked inside and found lighter, watches, a cell phone, a wallet devoid of cash but containing a driver's license and credit cards, pistol, knife and a very expensive looking ring, "He's sure this is everything?"

"Yes."

Spencer looked over the knife, it was a very fine looking weapon but with no distinguishable markings. Next he checked the lighter, again an expensive lighter but nothing exclusive. The pistol had the serial numbers burnished off and it could have been any nice quality Sig P226 out there.

He put the knife, lighter and pistol back in the box and slid it over to Scotty, "These aren't a problem. If Dean wants to keep them he's welcome to it. The rest are all personal items."

The Omega traced his fingers over his bare midsection absentmindedly. Since Scotty found out he was pregnant he did that quite often now. "You shouldn't upset Dean like that. It's not good for him or the baby."

He picked up the box and went to leave but stopped when Spencer squawked, "What?!"

"You heard me, Dean is pregnant. He just told me in between barfing up buckets worth of junk food. I'm going to have to monitor his eating I think."

Scotty turned and gave his stricken looking husband a smile, "We need to plan some trips to "Omega Mother". I want Dean to begin to accept his condition in a positive manner. Nothing says positive than adorable little rompers and booties."

Spencer said under his breath, "Well fuck me."

"Sorry grandpa, not tonight."

…..

Salvatore aimed his Vintorez sniper rifle with permanent suppressor through the broken window and aimed for one of the men from the Crossroads. Sal hit him center mass and sent the body flying. That was followed by shouts and screaming. Felix grabbed his briefcase and made a run for it while the other man ducked behind a cement post and started shooting back.

Salvatore slunk over to the door, pushed it open then ducked. A volley of shots rang out then suddenly stopped, Salvatore bet the man was reloading. He ran inside and as the shooter took aim Salvatore got his shot off first hitting the man in the throat.

Felix was nowhere to be seen and yet he hadn't heard a vehicle leave. Torn over chasing the man down and releasing the Omegas Salvatore took the ring of keys from the body in front of him and opened the first cage.

He tossed the keys to the older Omega facing the wall, "Let the others out. I'll be back after I find…"

A bullet tore through Salvatore before he could finish. He fell to the ground and watched as Felix advanced. The last thing he remembered was the freed Omega picking up the rifle and shooting Felix in the chest.

…

Dean, Scotty and Sam had dinner while father and son had a fight in Spencer's office. Dean felt horrible and blamed himself for the fighting.

When Cas found out Spencer had talked to Dean without him he was furious and the argument was on.

When Scotty went to join in and try to settle the two battling Novak Alphas down Dean got up and headed for the sanctity of the atrium. Sam followed with a container of sugar cookies and a quart of milk.

Each brother took a chaise, settled back and stared up at the stars. They ate cookies and shared the milk passing it back and forth between them.

Sam's voice came softly, "Is it true Dee…are you gonna have a baby?"

"Yeah."

"Wow."

"Yeah wow."

"When did it happen?"

"I dunno, I guess when I had my…" Dean sighed. He didn't like talking about the personal details, "…um…my first heat last month. It's weird talking about this stuff with you."

"I've seen dad's porn stash so I know what goes where Dean. Plus next month our class is taking a mandatory basic sex ed. class."

"Really, wow…seems early."

"Not really, even if a guy isn't ready to have sex it's still good to learn about how our bodies work. Think how much better it would have been back in September when you presented as Omega if you had known more about it."

"It would have been easier to just be an Alpha or even a Beta. You're lucky Sam, I'm pretty sure you're going to be an Alpha."

"I could be a Beta and I don't think that would be so bad. I don't think being an Omega is bad either. No matter what, you're still Dean Winchester, just because you have a…"

"Don't say it Sam."

"…vagina…"

"Jesus…just say out loud Sam, don't be shy or anything."

"Vaginas are pretty."

"Oh my God stop talking."

Sam got quiet but not because Dean told him to. Just when Dean thought he was out of the woods Sam said quietly, "I saw Scotty's vagina."

"Fuck."

"You know how Spencer and Scotty do it everywhere, well this time they were in the living room. Scotty had his legs over each arm of that wingback chair and there it was. It was like a beautiful pink flower. I swear Dean; I was just getting a midnight snack."

"Sounds like Spencer was getting one too."

The brothers both burst out laughing and it felt good, the tension lifted.

Sam reached over, took his big brother's hand and just held it. He waited for Dean to pull away or call him a big girl or complain about a chick flick moment but this time Dean just accepted his brother's touch and even gave Sam's hand a squeeze.

"I'm here for you Dean."

He whispered, "Thanks Sam."

TBC

A/N- About Sam, he's at that prepubescent age where the opposite sex (or same sex) becomes very interesting. Its harmless curiosity that prepares someone for those hormone driven teen years.

I think of Sam's comments as innocent observation by a pre-Alpha boy. First kisses, hand holding, that sort of thing. His feelings for Scotty are just a crush mixed with the love of having a mother figure.