Sam wasn't just excited; he told Alfie he was super excited Dean was coming home. It was obvious by his dimpled smile and frenetic energy he brought to an otherwise lazy Saturday at the Novak household. Sam wanted everything just right for Dean. In Sam's heart he hoped Dean wouldn't leave him again although he knew it would happen someday. Sam pushed those thoughts right out of his mind and carried on with the preparations.

Sam enlisted the help of his best friend in the kitchen. The boys crafted two pies, one apple and one pecan, Alfie forgot to peel the apples and Sam didn't have pecans so he used peanuts as a substitute. One pie was underdone and the other was a little burnt but Sam was sure the pies would taste better than they looked.

Next the boys went to the basement to drag out the bags and containers of John's belongings. The dead man had left the cavernous trunk and back seat of the beloved Impala packed tight with hunting supplies and personal belongings.

Spencer wouldn't allow Sam to take out the guns; knives and crossbow while Alfie was there, weapons would have to wait until Dean returned. He trusted the Winchester brothers with the dangerous items since Sam and Dean were adept at handling, cleaning and treating them all with proper respect. Alfie was a different story; the kid was like a crow in the middle of a treasure room and couldn't help but touch something.

Sam cracked the lid on a container then shut it again, "Nope, wait for Dean."

Alfie grabbed a lumpy duffle bag and started feeling it up, "Can I open this?"

"No!"

Hurt, Alfie dropped the bag and plopped down on an exercise mat, "You don't have to yell at me. I get enough of that crap at school."

Sam sat down next to him and draped an arm around his friend's shoulder, "I'm sorry. I need to go through all this stuff with Dean and you wouldn't understand what it's about. I don't want to drag you into the stuff in these containers, it's dangerous."

Alfie sniffled, "I'm your best friend but you don't trust me."

Sam found out the best way to distract his angel faced friend was with a smooch. He planted a kiss on the boy's lips and Alfie's whole demeanor changed for the better. "It's because I care so much about you that I don't want anything to happen to you. Alfie do you trust me to know what's best?"

Alfie leaned into Sam, nuzzling the crook of his sweaty, dirty neck, "I trust you. I'm sorry too."

Sam shoved Alfie off him and laughed, "You are so weird."

….

Spencer took advantage of the relative privacy upstairs and howled his lungs out as Scotty did a cute dance to Monochrome Effect by Perfume. The Omega was dressed in an over the top Japanese school girl outfit, complete with white panties and long blonde hair in two ponytails with giant white bows.

The excited Alpha jumped to a standing position on the bed and began singing in fluent Japanese. They finished by doing the robot together then collapsed on the bed laughing.

The Alpha stood and stretched his still very fine body in preparation for marathon sex, "I'll get us some snacks and drinks before I tear off those wet panties and pole your brains out."

Scotty wiggled his fingers at him, "Geez you are such a charmer."

"I know."

Spencer tossed on a robe and headed for the kitchen. He paused by the basement door and cracked it open to do a little eavesdropping. Spencer heard a high pitched squeal following by a whole lot of giggling. "Damn kids, what the hell are they doing?"

The Alpha padded down the stairs and found Sam had Alfie in a wrestling hold. Alfie was rosy cheeked with a big grin on his face. Sam gripped his friend's slender wrists tighter, "Do you give up?"

Alfie crowed, "Never!"

Spencer barked, "Alfie, upstairs now! Sam, finish what you're doing and then get your ass in bed."

Sam released Alfie as if the boy turned into a pile of hot coals. Alfie jumped to his feet and hurried past Spencer but not before grabbing one of the forbidden journals in a stack next to a rucksack. If Sam had noticed, Alfie wouldn't have made it two feet up the stairs. The books were for Sam and Dean Winchesters eyes and theirs alone.

…..

Castiel lounged on a bed of pillows in front of the fire, naked as the day he was born. Already a little buzzed and dick at half mast the teacher embraced his hedonistic side. The ambidextrous Alpha sipped red wine while fondling his balls, Cas was more than ready for his gorgeous young wife.

Dean called from the bathroom, "Are ready for a surprise?"

The Alpha moaned, "Kitten, you have no idea how ready I am."

Dean shuffled into the room stopping just feet from Castiel, "Well, how stupid do I look?"

Dean wore a lacy black pair of Omega panties with room in the front for the male genitalia and the back not quite a g-string. Due to the location of an Omega vagina a g-string made for a female was very uncomfortable. The panties came with a matching black lace bra with small, stretch cups for a pregnant or nursing Omega.

Castiel had bought and packed the revealing garments for Dean to wear on the honeymoon but the Alpha had decided against asking his Omega to put the barely there bits of fabric on. The new husband hadn't really taken charge of Dean and worried his Omega would feel forced into wearing the lingerie and from the teen's past it seemed almost everything had been forced on him. The teacher rode a thin line in what he desired and what he thought was fair.

The Alpha lost his grip on the glass of wine as he clumsily got to his feet. He placed a kiss against the slim column of his wife's tender neck, "You are resplendent," he cupped each small breast and bent to kiss a nipple through the lace, "ravishing," lips traveled down to Dean's navel, "splendiferous," his tongue licked the pouch containing the Omega's swollen penis, "exquisite," he stuffed his nose between the quivering teen's thighs, "you are a harmonious blend of all the beauty nature has to give…in other words Dean you are pure perfection."

It was a good thing Castiel had his hands grasping Dean by the hips because seconds after the words "pure perfection" his knees buckled and the Alpha caught the falling Omega bearing precious cargo.

Ala Rhett Butler, Castiel swept Dean off his feet and easily carried him to their bed. Both fell into their roles nature crafted for them. Dean the submissive Omega with his ass in the air presenting himself and Castiel the forceful Alpha taking what was his.

With one last night of freedom the newlyweds rocked the cabin to the very foundation.

…..

Alfie was feeling guiltier by the second as he read John Winchester's journal. Now he knew why Sam insisted everything was off limits. It was the first journal John ever wrote. In it were details of Mary's death, the fire, a demon called Azazel and if all of that wasn't crazy enough there was mention of infant Sam ingesting demon blood.

The journal was akin to a car accident, you know you shouldn't look but it's too difficult to look away no matter how awful, bloody or upsetting. He devoured every word and every drawing. Finally Alfie slammed the leather bound book shut and forcing himself to stop.

"John had to be drunk or crazy to write this stuff…it can't be true…could it?"

Alfie's heart was heavy just thinking about all Sam and Dean Winchester had been through. Even if the crazier parts of the journal weren't true the death of their mother and the destruction of a family had been devastating to two boys that never asked for anything that had happened to them.

"What are you doing in the atrium?" Sam stood in the entryway in flannel sleep pants and one of Dean's tees.

Alfie shoved the journal under his butt, "Nothing!"

"Well I'm going to bed." Sam yawned as he shuffled into the hallway.

As soon as coast was clear Alfie put the journal back where it belonged.

…

Brilliant morning sunbeams woke the lovers at an ungodly hour. Once Castiel cracked his eyes open there was no going back to sleep. They had a long day ahead of them and all the packing and straightening Cas had planned on last night never happened.

Before he could get up Dean's arm shot out, his hand grasping the Alpha's wrist, "Where are you going?"

"You rest my love, I'll start packing up and straightening."

Dean let go and stretched his long limbs while letting out an exaggerated yawn. He stood and padded naked to the kitchen to start breakfast with the rest of their eggs and bacon. "I'll have coffee for you in a minute babe."

…..

Sam woke to find Alfie stroking his hair, "What are you doing?"

The skinny little blonde shrugged, "I like your hair. Sam, my mom is picking me up in a half hour."

Sam asked halfheartedly, "Want breakfast?" He really didn't want to leave his cozy nest of blankets.

"Naw, that's ok. Hey Sam, I'm here for you if you ever wanna talk about stuff."

Snuggling deeper under the covers, Sam let out a grunt before falling back asleep.

Alfie felt as soon as the brothers went through their father's possessions, whatever they may contain, there was an avalanche of hurt coming their way. He wanted to be there emotionally for Sam if his friend would allow it.

….

Castiel took one last look at the cabin before climbing into the passenger seat of the Impala. He was quiet the first leg of the journey home. Dean didn't engage him in conversation, Cas needed his deep thinking time and Dean needed his driving music. To be fair, Dean put on the radio instead of a mix tape.

Dean poked Cas' side with a finger, "Go on, you can flip around and find something good."

The Alpha snapped out of his dour thoughts of putting the cabin for sale as soon as they got back home, "Really?"

"Yeah really, just don't tell Sam I let you pick the music. Driver picks the music and…"

Castiel grinned, "Shotgun shuts his cakehole. May I sing if the mood strikes me?"

It was a little early in the morning for Cas' off key, gravel voiced singing but Dean loved the hell out of him so he didn't mind, "Sure babe."

Cas fiddled with the knob until he found one of his favorite stations, Soft Tunes FM. The dulcet voice of radio personality Master Smooth came through the speakers, "Goood Morning to all you early birds out there. I've got dedications flooding in so I'll get right to it. This first song is for William from his husband Montague."

Dean cracked up over the name until Castiel shushed him, that didn't go over very well. Dean shot him a dirty look and not the good kind either. When the song started Cas recognized the beginning music and broke in to a big smile.

"I'm singing this."

"Knock yourself out." Dean would regret that.

Having my baby
What a lovely way of saying
How much you love me.
Having my baby
What a lovely way of saying
What you're thinking of me.
I can see it your face is glowing….

"Stop Cas."

"No."

I can see it in your eyes.
I'm happy knowin' that you're having my baby.
You're the woman I love and I love what it's doin' to you.
Having my baby

You're a woman in love and I love
What's goin' through you.
The need inside you
I see it showin'

Oh
The seed inside you
Baby
Do you feel it growin'

Cas leaned in, just inches from Dean's face.

Are you happy in knowin' that you're having my baby?

Dean gave in and did the chick part.

I'm a woman in love and I love
What it's doin' to me.

Castiel was smitten all over again.

Having my baby.

Dean rolled his eyes as he sang the next part.

I'm a woman in love and I love
What's goin' through me.

Dean reached over and turned the dial, "Sorry I just can't."

The Alpha batted his dark lashes at him, "Dean, aren't you happy knowin' you're having my baby?"

"Ass."

At least Cas was laughing and smiling again.

Dean suffered through "We've Only Just Begun" by the Carpenters but when a Charlie Rich song came on Cas' voice finally shined. The Alpha warbled, "Did You Happen to See the Most Beautiful Girl in the World" and Dean was impressed.

"Wow, that one was actually good. I think you just need the right song."

"Excuse me; I thought you liked my singing."

"Uh…yeah but…"

Cas playfully pinched Dean's thigh, "I'm just fuckin' with you."

"Cas! You gotta stop hanging out with me."

Too late, I'm attached to you. A knot will do that to a guy."

The rest of the trip went too quickly for the lovers. Castiel felt better. Maybe selling his family's cabin and his only real possession besides his Fiesta wouldn't be so bad. Maybe going back to work on Monday would go smoothly and he wouldn't get hauled into the Principal's office and berated for taking a week off. Maybe Iron Box Pendergrass wouldn't threaten to evaluate him for taking more time off for doctor appointments with Dean and maybe a second job at the convenience store would be alright.

That was a lot of maybes on a twenty five year olds shoulders but Cas was determined to make it all work out somehow.

…

Sam stood at the window nibbling a slice of cheese pizza while he waited for Dean to come home. His brother had sent a text to let his little brother know they would be there in about half an hour. He almost choked when the Impala pulled in the driveway. Sam stuck the rest of the slice in a potted palm and dashed out the door.

Dean barely made it out the car door before Sam grabbed him in tight hug, "Hi Dean!"

Dean chuckled over his brother's enthusiasm. He extricated himself from Sam's octopus arms and messed up the boy's shaggy mop of hair, "Hi Sammy. I guess you missed me huh?"

Sam dropped his head but that couldn't hide his deep dimples, "No…yeah…I missed the baby."

Castiel and Sam carried in almost everything but Dean insisted on helping. He grumbled he wasn't helpless and weak just because there was a person growing inside him.

When they walk inside Scotty gave Cas and Dean kisses and hugs while Spencer gave them both a man hug with a pat on the back.

The mountain of wedding gifts filled a corner of the living room and the locked box full of envelopes was sitting on the coffee table. Dean was too tired to open a thing. When Sam said he had their dad's belongings ready to go through Dean shook his head.

"Sorry Sam, I'm beat. I smell pizza though; I could have a slice or ten."

In minutes Dean was on the couch with his shoes off, feet up. He had a plate piled with pizza and a big glass of milk he was working on.

Sam busied himself massaging Dean's feet because he wanted the baby to feel good and if Dean was happy the baby was happy.

"If I weren't knocked up I wouldn't let you perv on my feet."

"I know, Dean. It's for the baby, I'm not a perv and gross, you're my brother."

"Sure Sammy, whatever you gotta tell yourself."

Sam pinched Dean's big toe, "Jerk."

"Ow! Bitch I'm pregnant!"

Sam gave one of his fabulous eye rolls.

Dean let out a little grunt, "Sammy put your hand right here."

Sam placed his hand on Dean's exposed belly, he was rewarded with a slight movement, his foxtail eyes opened wide with surprise, "Holy crap, is that the baby?!"

The Omega replied softly, "Yeah Uncle Sam, that's the baby."

…

No one mentioned the visit from Barbara Leech. The newlyweds needed rest and time to relax. There was always tomorrow to open gifts and cards.

Dean needed to be in a good headspace before tackling what was left of John Winchesters belongings. Having Sam there would help. There was inventory to be done, a weapons check and getting through the emotions they would both be experiencing.

There would be pain and no matter how tough the brothers were inside being tough wouldn't soften some the emotional blows to come.

TBC