Stevie, the head of Dick Roman's harem, sat across from Detective Monsanto with his impeccably dressed Alpha bodyguard Oliver towering over him, a protective paw on the Omega's shoulder.

Monsanto avoided the bodyguard's flinty glare. He had noticed something shocking when the pair first walked in, the Alpha was wearing a thick, black pebbled leather collar with a steel ring dangling from the front and a lock on the back.

Monsanto didn't know what to make of it. Collars were reserved for Omegas only and the detective found it quite unsettling.

Stevie's full lips quirked into a smile, "What's the matter Detective would you like a collar of your own? I think one in a rich red would look wonderful with your olive skin tone."

A jealous Oliver bared his teeth at Monsanto outright growling at him.

The detective ignored the growling and the comment. "Mouthy Omegas and Alphas wearing collars…this whole fucking world is going to Hell in a handbasket."

The detective busied himself with the folder open on his desk. Monsanto slid the gruesome photograph of John over to Stevie, "There was a body found outside a cemetery in Sioux Falls. The man, John Winchester, had Mr. Roman's personal possessions on him."

The Omega didn't flinch away from the photograph, instead he studied it closely, "Really, so this is the guy that killed my dearest Dick?"

"We believe so; honestly I don't have any other leads. I don't know his motive since we haven't found a connection. It doesn't explain how Winchester was in the limo in the first place in order to stab Mr. Roman. There are a lot of unanswered questions Ste…I'm sorry I'm not sure what to call you."

The Omega uncrossed his legs and let them fall slightly open. The detective tried his best not to noticeably take in deep breaths.

Stevie purred, "Call me Mrs. Roman."

Monsanto's jaw dropped after getting that bit of information, "Really, he married you?"

The Omega rolled his kohl lined eyes, "In all the strip clubs in all the world Dick walked into mine and the rest is history. Rich men get what they want. I was just an asset protecting his assets."

Curious, the detective asked what the Omega meant by that.

"Details you don't need to worry about Detective. Sufficed to say besides my crueler nicknames "Safety Net" was his favorite."

Monsanto was looking at a very rich Omega with no ties to his husband's death. Stevie had won the lottery and deserved every penny.

"Don't be envious of me Detective, my husband hated the way I made him feel…that I made him feel at all. Dick was a sadist that couldn't let me go. No one deserved what I went through mentally and physically. All the money in the world could ever erase my nightmares."

Stevie slid the photograph back, "Pity, John Winchester was quite handsome. He would have looked very nice in my stable of Alphas."

The detective choked on his sip of coffee and went into a coughing fit, "Stable of Alphas?!"

"Maybe a pack of virile, sexually attractive guardians would be a better description."

Stevie Roman stood up and Oliver helped him on with his coat. The Omega pulled his long dark braid over his shoulder and finger combed the ends to a soft curl. "So I'm officially off your suspect list?"

The detective cast his eyes one last time over the strangest Omega he had ever met, "Yes Mrs. Roman. We have no other suspects."

Stevie's expression softened and genuine tears sprung from his large, pretty eyes, "Thank you, I can put this all behind me now. For the record, John Winchester deserves a medal for killing Dick Roman. My husband was evil personified."

…

"Hey Winchester, we heard your whore brother is knocked up." Braden laughed like a demented donkey and his two buddies joined in.

Sam finished loading his backpack with home work; shut his locker and calmly turned to face his tormentors. "My brother isn't a whore and he's none of your business."

The older, obnoxious bully grinned at the others then Sam, "He's got those nice cock sucking lips, I bet Novak gets vacuumed out every night. If Dean likes a knot so bad maybe I can help him. At least I can't get him pregnant…fucking slut."

Sam had gotten plenty of crap before about his attractive Omega brother from older boys and tried his best to defend Dean while trying not to add fuel to the fire. Since word got out that his brother was sporting a tattoo along with the "pussy whipped" teacher and Dean was pregnant it seemed like it was open season on Sam.

Sam didn't care what people said about him but when it came to his brother his temper got shorter and shorter with each slur and threat to Dean. Braden and his cohorts were just the most recent to voice their ugly thoughts.

"Take it back Braden."

The bigger kid shoved Sam, "Or what Sammy boy…you gonna kick my ass defending your bitch brother?"

Sam growled, "Only Dean can call me Sammy."

Braden took a swing at Sam who easily ducked and then plowed into the bully's midsection sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Sam leveraged his weight on Braden's hips and punched him in the nose. The bigger kid rolled him on his back and got a smack in before Braden took a knee to the gut and fell off Sam groaning in pain.

…..

Scotty sat next to Sam to face Principle Dandy. The Omega would have laughed out loud over that name if the circumstances weren't so lousy. Sam had a cold pack on his cheek and a bruise around one eye.

A pale, rotund, balding little man, Dandy looked like a turkey meatball with arms and a bad comb over. "Sam you broke Braden's nose."

A sullen and angry Sam answered, "Braden insulted my brother and swung at me first. He's lucky a teacher showed up or I would have broken more than his nose."

Scotty was trying to decide how to address the principle. The choices were righteous indignation or charm. Scotty chose charm first.

Flashing the principle a big smile the mile high blonde put a hand on Sam's shoulder and leaned forward, "Principle Dandy, I'm sure you don't tolerate prejudice in your middle school. You look like a kind and fair man. What are you going to do about this?"

Dandy stopped his ogling and met the sincere baby blues looking at him, "Mrs. Novak, Sam could have walked away and let it go."

He turned his attention to Sam, "Son you need to develop a thicker skin. Your brother put himself in the position he is in and people will say things about him. I personally don't condone a teacher taking up with a student and then impregnating him. Mr. Novak in my opinion should be barred from teaching in this school district."

Charm went out the window and in stepped righteous indignation. Scotty stood abruptly. "Let me tell you something Principle Dandy, being an Omega doesn't mean people can do and say whatever they want to us. Punish those boys, make an example of them and let the other students know that this type of language and behavior will not be tolerated."

The Omega slapped the top of the principle's desk causing the little meatball to jump, "And another thing, Castiel Novak is an excellent teacher. You aren't even half the man he is. If you have something to say I suggest you grow a pair of balls and say that to Castiel's face."

Red faced and sweating, Mr. Dandy would have been lying if he said he wasn't a little scared for Scotty, "I'm sorry Mrs. Novak; there were no other witnesses so it's Sam's word against theirs."

Scotty loomed over him with a look of barely contained rage on his handsome face and Dandy felt his resolve crumble. Scotty was a type of Omega he hadn't encountered before.

"You win Mrs. Novak. Since Sam is such an excellent student I'll let him off with a warning and give the other boys a day's detention."

It was a small victory but Scotty took it. He went from outraged to smiling in a split second, "See now, was that so hard Mr. Dandy? I knew you would see it my way."

…..

Scotty glanced over at Sam who had been staring at him with a goofy expression since they got in the car, "What's your problem, you look like a chimp in an ether factory."

Sam gave Scotty a deeply dimpled smile, "It's just that…you're awesome…incredible even. I'm so glad Dean's got you to look up to."

Scotty let out a musical laugh, "I'm just an Omega trophy wife and there is nothing special about me. I was in pregnant mommy wolf mode I suppose although even if I didn't have a baby on board I'd still have done my best to defend you Sam."

Sam disagreed, "Everything about you is special. Your kid is going to be so lucky to have a great mom like you."

The Omega got choked up over the kind words. Ones he never thought someone would say to him, "Thank you Sam, coming from you it means the world."

…

Dean was holed up in Sam's room watching TV with his brother. He nudged the sulky boy, "So you wanna tell me about that bruise?"

"Got in a fight."

"Over…?"

"Nothing."

"That's not what I heard."

Sam shrugged, "No big deal."

"Sammy I don't need you to fight over me. I can handle my own crap."

Sam shut off the TV and turned to Dean, "That's just it; you're my brother so your crap is my crap. I'm not going to let people say horrible stuff about you. Plus I'm an uncle now and I take this stuff seriously!"

Dean felt one of those big old waves of tenderness wash over him. He pulled Sam in a hug, "I get it Sam, and I'd do the same thing if it was you but I don't want you getting hurt. Then I'll get upset and it isn't good for the baby," Dean pulled back and smiled at his little brother, "see where I'm coming from?"

Sam sunk back into his brother's embrace taking in the scent of new life, milk chocolate and ginger, "you smell good."

"Food again?"

"Mmm…partly, I got a spice in there…ginger."

"Hey my baby bro is getting a wider scent palette! Sammy is growing up."

"Shut up jerk, I don't want to talk about my prepubescent status."

"Too bad bitch, it's my job as a big brother to point out every embarrassing milestone on your way to manhood."

Moods lightened a little for both of them, the brothers snuck out into the kitchen to eat the last of the streusel Scotty had made.

….

Salvatore watched Terry from his relative comfort of the motel bed. The Omega was busy on the laptop doing something that Sal figured was so boring it was coma inducing.

"I can see your wheels turning. What's so interesting?"

"I'm just poking around where I don't belong."

The giant Alpha tossed back the covers to show Terry there were better things to do with his time, "I'd like to poke around where I belong."

The naked Omega padded over to the bed and climbed on nestling his cheek on his man's broad, furry chest, "Sal I know we haven't known each other long but can I tell you something and you won't laugh at me?"

Salvatore raised his head and cocked a bushy brow, "I wouldn't laugh at you." He slid his thumb along the length of his Omega's wicked scar, "I respect you too much…although my dick isn't being very respectful. I'm horny."

Terry mumbled something.

"Sorry I don't understand mumblese."

"I said I really love you." The Omega covered his head with the sheet for the next part, "Do you think of me that way? If you don't Sal it's alright."

Terry felt himself grabbed around the waist and rolled on top of Salvatore with a blanket between them to protect Terry from the redwood log jutting from Sal's crotch. The killer for hire was trying his best to be a gentleman.

"I really love you too baby. I think you're about the most perfect person for me. It's like God decided to toss me a bone that day in the warehouse and thought I was worthy enough to be loved."

Terry started crying even though tears weren't his style. He was just too far gone over Salvatore to care, "Sal the fact you put a blanket between me and that baby's arm holding an apple you got swinging between your legs just proves what an upstanding Alpha you are."

"I'm so upstanding I'll even go wack off in the shower just to prove I'm not tossing around the L word to get laid."

Mindful of Sal's knee brace, he straddled his lover's hips and took a slow slide down the length of his Alpha's shaft and began a slow ride. In minutes Sal was swollen and locked inside of Terry feeling as if he'd die from the sheer bliss of it all. Salvatore had found a mate in the strangest of places to fill almost all the empty spots inside his heart.

Tomorrow night they would set out for the Novak residence to drop off the Impala.

Terry wanted to thank the young Omega for being the catalyst that inadvertently led his soul mate Salvatore to him and saved so many boys in the process.

Salvatore wasn't looking forward to any questions the Winchesters might have pertaining to John Winchester's death. He refused to incriminate himself or others complicit in the details. He was a professional after all.

Even bringing back the Impala was dangerous. There was a voice inside that told Salvatore this car and its contents would be important to the Winchester boys. That leaving the classic beauty to rust in a forest somewhere would be a worse crime than blowing a hole through their old man's chest.

Maybe he was seeking forgiveness or redemption. Terry had called him the sword of justice righting the wrongs put upon the weaker members of society. Maybe Sal was just trying to live up to that ideal.

…

The Novak home was filled with friends, relatives and business associates. People drifted back and forth between the huge living room and atrium grazing from tables laden with catered food and drinks from the bars set up complete with bartenders in both areas.

Music was playing softly in the background from classical Christmas to Bing Crosby and beyond. The main tree stood in the living room across from the natural stone fireplace that held a crackling fire. Colorful lights were strung throughout and boughs of fresh greenery and mistletoe were placed around the entryways.

Scotty tried to make the event as magical as possible not only to impress Spencer's colleagues but to make it extra special for Sam and Dean. It was overwhelming enough for them to have the house invaded by mostly strangers.

Castiel stood behind Dean, arms around his waist and hands placed over his abdomen. Any Alpha even passing by got a dose of Cas' narrow eyed glare that said "move on, this is all mine".

Dean was dressed a pair of black jeans and a forest green Henley. Castiel wore black trousers and a Christmas sweater ugly enough that Dean wanted to toss it in the fireplace. It had a fuzzy textured kitty on the front with a Santa hat and jingle bells. Underneath it said "Meowy Christmas."

Dean tilted his head back to look up at Castiel, "I seriously hate that sweater."

He kissed the tip of his lover's freckled nose, "My mother gave it to me, I wear it every Christmas. Learn to love it Dean."

"Sorry Cas I didn't know. Actually the kitty is sorta cute…yeah I love it."

A young executive from Mercado Enterprises cruised pass to take a better look at Dean. He smiled at the young Omega and Castiel snarled "Back off." The Alpha couldn't stand it another minute, he whispered in Dean's ear, "I have something I want to give you."

Dean pushed his ass against the bulge in Cas' trousers and gave a wiggle, "Right now…I mean its fine with me cause I always want you but wont your dad get pissed?"

"Not intercourse…at least not right this minute, I have a gift for you."

Dean turned to rub his face against the fuzzy kitty on his lover's ugly sweater, "You sure do."

…..

Finding privacy in their bedroom Castiel locked the door then got down on one knee, he took Dean's hand in his and asked, "Will you marry me?"

Dean got giggly and pink cheeked but the Omega would deny it later if you asked him, "We got our tattoos and the papers in the works so yeah of course. I thought we covered that already…not that I mind you asking again."

Castiel fished the worn velvet box out of his pocket, opened it up and slipped the Kashmir sapphire ring onto Dean's finger, "for you my love."

Dean had very little to call his own when it came to personal possessions. The pendent from Sam was his only piece of jewelry that meant anything to him. Now this ring was on equal footing as far as importance. It wasn't the stunning sapphire or the gold, what made it important was the giver and what the ring symbolized.

Before Cas could bat an eye Dean was on top of him pinning the Alpha's wrists and claiming his lips. The panting Omega pulled back enough to look his lover in the eye, "Leave your permanent mark."

Castiel searched Dean's eyes looking for any hesitation or fear, "Are you sure…it is traditional but it will be painful. We don't need to follow tradition."

Dean collapsed on the young man's chest feeling exhausted from his condition, the fear he was feeling with strangers in this place of safety, the excitement from the ring and nervousness of what the future would bring. "I don't know what I want. I only know I want you."

The Alpha kissed the tears away as he wrapped his arms around his mate, "Then that's all I need. Why don't we rest here a bit and then I'll wash your face and we can join the party. Benny and Javier are out there and a few more people that Spencer would like us to meet."

Dean smiled into the fuzzy kitten, "Will you change your sweater and wear it Christmas instead? It's not a bad sweater…"

"Liar."

"No really, I just want everyone to see how great you look in a dress shirt…no tie." Dean yelped from the slap on the ass.

"Alright you win this time. It was getting itchy anyway."

…..

Sam and Alfie had loaded up two platters with delicacies and holed up in Sam's room to play a video game on the system Alfie brought along for the weekend. Sam figured they had at least an hour before Scotty came looking for them and forced the pair to join the party at least for introductions.

Alfie popped yet another shrimp in his mouth, "Man, your mom sure knows how to put out a spread."

Sam frowned in concentration as his crossbow wielding character shot a goblin right between the eyes. The young Hunter in training wished his friend would have brought a racing game or something without monsters.

"He's not my mom. Scotty would have had to be like eight years old to be pregnant with me. I didn't know my mom."

Alfie dropped the shrimp he was contemplating on eating and pushed the platter away, "Sorry…I forgot. I mean he's like a mom figure. Mrs. Novak is really nice."

Sam nudged him playfully, "Don't be sorry, I know what you meant."

The radio came by itself on and a familiar song began to play. Sam let out a gasp and dropped the controller.

Alfie touched him on the shoulder, "Sam what's wrong?" When Sam turned to look at his friend, Alfie would later describe Sam's expression as haunted.

….

They decided Terry would drive the Impala and Salvatore would take his vehicle. It was easier on Sal's knee and the muscle car was in good hands with Terry, he was an excellent driver.

Salvatore was ahead of him and they had just pulled off the highway traveling the rest of the way through the countryside. It was safer that way.

Terry fiddled with the heater as he kept his eyes on the road. "I'm going to freeze my tits off in this beast…damn it , come on work." He slapped the panel in frustration.

The radio came on and a familiar song began to play.

All our times have come
Here, but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are….

"What the hell…" Terry shut the radio off with a trembling hand.

Come on baby
Don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand
Don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly
(Don't fear the reaper)
Baby I'm your man…..

The Omega whispered, "No, go away."

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone…

He griped the wheel with both hands keeping steady, trying to swallow down the scream clawing to get out. "Don't look…don't look…watch the road…fuck."

Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying, "Don't be afraid"…

Terry looked over at the passenger seat and looking back at him were the cold angry eyes of a dead man.

They looked backward and said goodbye….

The Impala hit a patch of black ice and went spinning.

…..

Salvatore glanced in the review mirror to check on his lover behind him in the Impala. He was just in time to see two figures in the front seat before the car went spinning.

TBC

A/N- Lyrics to "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult.

TBC