Sam gave his brother's shoulder a gentle shake breaking Dean's intense focus on the Impala. "Dean who do you think drove her here? Dad isn't alive…he can't be."

"I dunno Sammy. Let's wait to see who gets out."

A wiry built Omega extricated himself from the front seat and stretched his arms above his head, bending from side to side, stiff from a long drive. The young man had a brutal scar running down one side of his otherwise attractive face. The Winchesters, able to see him clearly under the security light both noticed he looked as if he had been through the wringer and came out the other side damaged but intact.

There was another car parked at the end of the driveway with the engine and lights off.

The mysterious Omega headed for the front door.

…

Spencer made it to the entryway first. He studied the Omega on camera before he pressed the intercom, "Who are you and where did you get that car?"

Terry looked up at the camera, "Salvatore Bello is my mate. He's in the sedan out front. He said you would recognize his name in association with Mr. Mercado."

Spencer was livid they dared brought trouble to his door, "Leave the keys and go away."

Terry held them up, "I will only give the keys to Dean Winchester. I need to talk to him."

"Fuck…like I need this shit right now."

Dean, now standing by Spencer, was watching the Omega on the security monitor. A large, dark shadow materialized behind Terry. Dean tried to stop Spencer from opening the door but it was too late.

A strong blast of icy air hit Dean and Spencer sending the pair to the polished hardwood floor then a force propelled Dean against the wall.

Castiel had come up from the basement to see about the noise and ran to Dean. The teen was dazed mumbling something about John. Sam ran to Dean while Scotty helped Spencer to his feet.

Terry had been violently thrown against the entry door. By the time he got his bearings Salvatore had already parked beside the Impala and was in route to help his lover, crutches and all.

The Omega held up his hand, "Stop Sal, get back in the car!" The Alpha didn't listen; his one goal was to save his Omega. Terry opened the trunk of the Impala where he loaded two shotguns with salt rounds.

"Jesus, Terry what are you doing?!"

"Chasing that dead bastard out of the house that's what I'm doing. It's a temporary fix but it'll have to do for now."

…

Detective Monsanto got off the phone with the local PD in Pleasanton. "We've located the Winchester brothers. An officer is heading over to the Novak place in the morning to inform the boys of their fathers passing and ask them some questions."

His partner, Detective Phillips snorted, "I hope they someone tactful. We are talking about a kid and a teenager." He chewed an already stubby nail as he went over the Winchester file, "So Dick Roman's death is closed then…we can release Winchester's body?"

Monsanto nodded, "Yes, it will be transported to Pleasanton this week so the boys can bury their father. I've got everything I need from the body. I hope putting Winchester to rest will give the brothers some sort of peace and closure."

Truer words were never spoken.

….

Terry entered with two shotguns in hand. He handed one over to Dean who was now on his feet, "Salt rounds, you know what to do. Everyone else back off!"

Castiel growled "Dean put that gun down now!"

Dean shook his head, "No Cas, stand back. This is what I was trying to tell you, I'm a Hunter." He looked back at his little brother, "Sam you sit this one out."

Sam didn't question Dean; he did as he was told.

Terry and Dean stood back to back in order to cover more of the area. Dean nudged the tense Omega with an elbow, "Who the hell are you?"

"Same as you, a Hunter Omega."

Dean was could hardly believe it, another honest to goodness Hunter that was also an Omega. Despite the dangerous circumstance Dean gave an inner cheer. He wasn't alone, others like him existed.

The flickering image of John Winchester appeared in front of Dean, his face twisted in rage. Dean let a round off and the spirit seemed to fracture into wispy bits suspended briefly in mid air and then vanished.

Sam called out, "Dean I don't sense dad here anymore. We've got bags of driveway salt in the garage so now's our chance."

Terry, Sam and Dean sprung into action while Salvatore still stood in the doorway, stunned. He had just seen a ghost, even worse it was the ghost of a man he killed.

….

Castiel and Spencer snapped out of the shock of what happened quickly and hurried after the other three to help spread a solid salt line around the vast home. It took another run for driveway salt to complete the work but eventually every door frame, window and flooring edge was covered.

By the time they gathered in the living room Scotty was having hot cocoa and scones with Salvatore. He had brought over an ottoman for the big man to rest his bum leg on and put a warm blanket over Sal's lap.

Spencer barked, "Scotty get the hell away from him, he's a killer!"

Scotty didn't budge, "Maybe he is and maybe he isn't but Salvatore seems charming to me. I couldn't very well leave an injured person standing out in the cold now could I? Having a ghost in the house doesn't suddenly make me rude."

Castiel got a chance now to rerun the events in his mind, "Was that a ghost…I mean a REAL ghost?! How…I don't know…John Winchester?!" He sat heavily on the couch next to the killer for hire.

Dean crouched in front of his mate and took Castiel by the hand, "We were raised with this crap Cas. You wanna know how our mom really died?"

Cas answered numbly, "I can't…I can't process this."

Dean went for the juggler, the father of their child and future husband needed a wakeup call. "She died plastered to the ceiling, gut slit open and set on fire by a demon. This shit is realer than real. That pissed off ghost is dad."

"Oh my God."

Sam looked to Spencer, Scotty and Salvatore, "It's true. Monsters, demons, spirits and all sorts of things are around us, maybe even angels. The sooner you accept it the better it will be."

Salvatore blurted out, "I killed him, I killed your dad. This is my fault." He covered his face with his hands and groaned, "I didn't know this would happen."

Terry sat on the arm of the couch and wrapped protective arms around his Alpha in case one of the Winchester boys attacked him, "It was a job Sal, a job that saved me and got a whole group of boys out of slavery."

Spencer mumbled, "It was me…me and Mercado. It was to save Dean and you Castiel. Maybe we should all start at the beginning."

The stories unfolded from Dean's kidnapping to the boy stabbing Dick Roman then continued from there. All the players were woven into the fabric of the complicated and devastating chain of events.

Terry made sure to explain in detail just how Sal saved him and the young Omegas. How those boys were at a shelter farm now free from abuse. Despite Sal's protests Terry also told them all about Martin, Salvatore's own missing Omega son and why this job was so important to the Alpha. He humanized the man sitting on the couch with head down, hands clasped in a sort of prayer.

Scotty was crying, not for the death of John Winchester but for poor Martin and the pain Salvatore was feeling. He also cried for Sam and Dean and all the horror, pain and loss they had experienced.

…..

Spencer was locked in the study talking things over with his boss. He was surprised when Mateo didn't bat an eye when Spencer told him about the vengeful spirit of John Winchester.

"My culture doesn't shy away from such things Spencer. I imagine John Winchester is feeling quite vengeful. Madrid is rich with hauntings and I have had personal experiences at Casa Mercado."

"That's all very interesting but what the hell are we supposed to do now? Dean and that Omega Terry said John's body needs to be salted and burned."

Mateo's voice took a harsh tone, "Listen to me, the police will be contacting your family about John's death. Under no circumstances is anyone to interfere with that body until it is transported to an area mortuary. Then Dean can have at it. Until then suck it up, I will not have my name dragged into this. I did your family a favor by hiring Salvatore remember that."

"Yes, and Dean did you a favor by stabbing that prick Roman in the throat. I consider us even. We both know this was less about Javier's concern for Dean and more about your business rival six feet under. I'm grateful Sir but let's be real about it. I promise no one will tamper with the body until it arrives here."

….

Salvatore and Terry sat together in the couch holding hands. Sam and Dean had left to discuss things then came back and sat across from them. Both boys had stone hard expressions that looked ugly on such sweet young faces. Dean got the ball rolling.

"So you killed all those bastards that had to do with my kidnapping and sale." It was a statement not a question, they already knew.

"Yes, the doctor, Felix, a couple of sellers at the warehouse…"

"…and our father."

"Yes."

Sam piped in, "How was he killed?"

"A bullet in the chest. He had Terry and…"

Dean snorted, "Let me guess, he was gonna take him too."

Terry nodded.

Dean looked over at his brother and sighed wearily, "We didn't wish him dead. Is it a bad thing to say we feel relieved? Sammy and me loved him in our own way…we just wished he had loved us back." Dean rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his flannel shirt, "Or at least dad could have still loved me, I'm pretty sure he loved Sam."

Sam added, "Thank you for saving those Omegas, at least something good came out of all this bad." The boy was fascinated with Terry; Sam didn't know Hunter Omegas besides Dean even existed. "How did you know you were a Hunter, is that how you got the scar?"

Terry touched the ugly reminder of his captivity, "I was raised in the life much like you two and like Dean when I presented Omega my dad viewed me as useless. My only worth to him was as a piece of ass he sold to make some cash. I ran away, got snatched up and ended with an even worse owner. The guy got his rocks off torturing me. I ran away and got caught…he sliced my face open to make me ugly so no one else would want me."

Dean growled, "Bastard needs some knife time."

Terry laughed bitterly, "Too late. I sewed my face back together and played the dutiful Omega, cowed and terrified. I cooked and cleaned with a festering wound and a fever, I bent over when he wanted a fuck and stayed quiet. He thought he broke me but I fixed him good."

A wide eyed Sam asked what he did.

"I've never told anyone this before but since its confession time…I cut off his junk and watched him bleed out. I was on the run again, scored antibiotics and laid low for awhile. Got caught by those Hunters in the skin trade and ended up at the warehouse and here we are."

Dean got up and hugged the surprised Omega, "Sorry."

"Sorry for what, you didn't do anything."

"I'm just sorry you went through that." He drew back, "I can hardly believe there are other Hunter Omegas out there but you're the proof."

"Actually Dean you are the first one I've met but if we exist then there have to others."

Castiel stepped up behind Dean wrapping his arms protectively around his Omega, "Thank you for what you did but I think it best if we part ways now."

Salvatore clapped his hands on his knees and went to stand, "Guess we wore out our welcome." He grabbed his crutches and made his way to the door, "Terry I'll be in my car waiting. Do what you gotta do."

…

Sam snuck out of the house and hopped in the front seat of the sedan with Salvatore. Sal was surprised and just a little nervous to have one of the Winchester kids with him in close quarters.

"What do you want kid? Gonna stab me or have it out with me about your old man…well guess what I don't apologize. I did a job, I saved some people along the way and I haven't lost a wink of sleep over anyone I killed. I am sorry I dragged that son-of-a-bitch to your front door but I stand by bringing the Impala back. I just couldn't let her rust in the woods. It didn't seem right to me."

The boy nodded, " I don't hate you Mr. Bello. My dad put himself in that position. If he had to take the fall for my brother who killed to save himself and the baby then dad owed it to Dean since he was the one who started all of this. I not only don't hate you I thank you because now Dean can live his life without worrying about dad showing up again. Sam added softly, "I love my big brother, he's everything to me."

"Geez kid, how old are you? You talk like your forty but look like your ten."

Sam sat up tall in the passenger seat and glared at the big man, "I'll be twelve in spring."

Sal held up his hands and chuckled, "Whoa settle down, I meant no disrespect." He pulled out a business card and handed it to Sam, "Hardly anyone gets this card. I trust you to keep it close. If you or your brother needs anything call me."

The card had a cartoon image of cockroach on its back, underneath it read; "Bello Pest Control" there was a phone number beneath that. Sam couldn't help it, he burst out laughing, "Seriously…pest control?"

"Hey, it gets the point across." He brightened up when Terry opened the passenger door.

Sam got out and Terry took his rightful spot next to his Alpha, "Sam, if you guys need help getting rid of Winchester call me. It's the same number as "Bello Pest Control".

Sam held up the card, "I got it."

The youngest Winchester watched the sedan pull away. He recalled a saying his health teacher had told to them during sex ed. It takes all kinds to make the world go round.

…

Dawn was almost upon them. Time had slipped by during the chaos.

Spencer called the office and left a message he was taking time off to be with his family. There was no way he was going to leave his pregnant wife while Winchester's pissed off spirit was lingering.

Scotty served the pot roast and now mushy vegetables. Everyone ate then went off to try and get some sleep if such a thing were possible after what had happened.

…..

Late morning Scotty leisurely sipped his tea and ate fruit salad while perusing the internet for ghost websites. If or when Winchester tried to get in again the Omega planned to give that asshole a piece of his mind.

Scotty had vowed never to be victimized again and damned if a homicidal ghost was going to upset his life or his family. He found a website with all sorts of information.

"Hmmm…salting and burning the body…the scarred Omega mentioned that and so had Dean…sounds reasonable enough. That reminds me, I need to go grocery shopping… I think I'm out of pink Himalayan salt. Maybe I'll pick up some off brand salt to toss at Winchester. Don't want to waste the expensive stuff on an asshole."

The door bell rang and Scotty armed himself with a silver salad fork and a salt shaker then stalked to the door. It was no ghost; instead standing on the porch was a slight woman wearing a black parka. On the chest was a patch with PPD embroidered on it. She looked up at the camera with an expression that was serious as a heart attack.

Scotty closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Crud…now what."

TBC

"It takes all kinds to make the world go round," is just one form of the expression, originating in the 1600s as "It takes all sorts to make a world."