A/N- in this chapter Sam will be having his thirteenth birthday. I'm moving him up a year older though the timeline stays the same in the story. I always meant to go back and change his age but I never got around to it.

…..

Sunday family brunch was a noisy affair. The couple answered questions and told edited stories of their time at the cabin.

Dean was an open book of course and when the details were of a sensitive nature he'd just wink or laugh letting Spencer, Scotty and poor suffering Sam to fill in the blanks.

Castiel had determined Dean enjoyed embarrassing his little brother. The Alpha had gotten used to the Winchester brothers banter and vast differences in their personalities. It was like comparing a bell pepper to a jalapeno but one thing was for sure, no one would ever come between them. The Alpha was fine with that; he loved Sam like a little brother.

It was good to be back to reality. With their baby now entering its fifth month baking in Dean's delightful little oven, Castiel wanted to get down to the business of building a life for his own little family.

Spencer had one of the contract lawyers for Mercado Enterprises go over the offer from Amazonian Publishing. The contract sat on his desk in the study waiting for the right moment to bring up the offer. He decided to wait. They were opening gifts after brunch and then the Winchesters were going to delve into their father's belongings. The elder Alpha planned on retreating to his study while that was going on allowing Castiel and Scotty to deal with the fallout.

….

Castiel examined the huge box containing an espresso maker from Italy. He imagined it cost a pretty penny and wondered how much they could sell it for. Dean scowled at the gift while mentally willing it to change into a case of motor oil.

Scotty stared at it longingly, dreaming of all the little cups of brew he could sip after giving birth to the baby. "I'll buy it from you."

Dean pushed the box toward the big blonde Omega, "Take it, you practically planned our whole wedding and Spencer footed the bill. Think of it as payment for all your troubles."

Dean opened the next package, a gift from Benny and Javier. His eyes opened comically wide and his cheeks turn the color of ripe apples. "I don't even know what that is and I've seen a lot of weird shit over the years."

Castiel took a look then cocked his head and frowned, "It's some sort of sexual device."

Sam's ears perked up, "I wanna see it."

Dean wasn't having that, "No way Sam, it's going in the pile with the other weird gifts."

Spencer took the box from the pile and looked inside then started snickering, "I'll take it. Consider it my espresso machine."

Dean finally got to the big box full of cards tearing through the envelopes looking for money. Castiel had to stop him so they could mark down who gave them what for the thank you cards. He secretly wanted to tear them all open just like Dean but the teacher had to maintain some control. Being a grown up was hard work.

In the end the newlyweds had collected over ten thousand dollars. Spencer had invited a few business associates with deep pockets and told them in advance to give generously to the couple since they had a child on the way. The Mercado family gave two thousand, one for the baby and the other for the young couple.

Castiel was blown away by the generosity, they had been living on his meager teacher's salary and this money would give them a little breathing room and allow him to pay off their immediate bills. The amount still wasn't enough to allow them to move out of the Novak home but it was a start.

Dean took his husband by the hand and gave him a smile, "Maybe you can postpone selling the cabin."

The Omega received a warm smile back from his mate. Castiel had what Dean called "happy eyes" where they sparkled like the sun upon the bluest of oceans. "Maybe I will."

….

Sam and Dean sat on the old sofa in the basement surrounded by John's effects. First they did an inventory of every weapon, jotting down observations. Sam was logging everything into the laptop balanced on his knees.

Next they inventoried anything that had possibly been touched by magic. Each object needed to be handled with great care. This is where Bobby would have come in handy. Sam snapped photos of each object and sent them to Bobby via phone.

John had only a few pieces of clothing. Dean slipped on his dad's leather jacket, pressing his nose into the lining. It smelled like John's musk, gunpowder and neatsfoot oil. Dean couldn't help himself; he rubbed his cheek against the well-worn leather and let out a soft sigh.

"Dad."

Sam didn't say anything; he knew John and Dean had a relationship so complex that the youngest Winchester would never understand. He accepted Dean needed this piece of clothing, a reminder of a John that Sam had never known.

Dean held out John's old military surplus jacket, "Here Sammy, you can have this one unless you want the leather."

Sam shook his head, "No Dean, you keep both. I'm ok."

Dean carefully folded the jacket and set it next to him on the couch. "Two more bags to go." Dean picked up one of the lumpy duffels and set it on the coffee table. The boys were shocked to find a collection of hardcore Omega porn inside. The magazines looked well worn as if John had paged through them frequently. There was several pair of obviously worn silk Omega panties.

Dean looked up at the ceiling and shouted, "You fucking closet case, you liar!" He pulled off the leather coat and tossed on the floor.

John had spent his life denying his desire for Omegas. They were forbidden fruit to the ladies man. The more he denied his attraction the darker his inner turmoil. The Hunter felt Omegas were at fault for making him feel out of control. Omegas had everything to offer a man, beauty, fertility, bodies ripe for any sort of sexual pleasure and best of all most were submissive. The man spent countless nights ramming his dick down the throat of every pretty prostitute he could in their travels. The next morning would bring anger and shame. John had resisted fucking Omegas his entire life all except for one.

Sam gingerly touched his brother on the arm, not sure how Dean would react, "This proves dad had a problem with Omegas probably his whole life. It was his problem, not yours."

Dean closed his eyes, fingers spanning over his belly. He did his best to calm down before opening the last bag. Shoving the duffle of porn and panties to the floor, Dean set the final duffle on the table.

"Here goes nothin'."

Dean took a deep breath and reached inside and pulled out a banded stack of hundreds.

"What the…" He dumped the contents onto the table, more bundles dropped out along with an envelope.

Sam gasped, "Where would dad get all of this cash?!"

Dean's lips were moving but no words came out. He picked up the envelope with a trembling hand and opened the piece of paper inside. It was a receipt with a photo of Dean attached. His eyes were closed and he looked asleep but he was actually unconscious.

"What does it say Dean?"

The Omega choked out the words, "Receipt for one Omega. Age fifteen, green eyes, sandy brown hair, slim build and freckles. Given a AAA quality rating with one flaw. The Omega is deflowered and the amount paid reflects this. Omega is sold in "as is" condition."

Beneath that were the signatures of Felix the Omega broker and John Winchester. The amount of thirty five thousand dollars was written on the blank line beneath the signatures.

If Dean had known Dick Roman had paid Felix eighty thousand the Omega would have fainted on the spot. An Omega as perfect as Dean but in virgin condition would have fetched much more.

Dean dropped the piece of paper and grabbed an obsidian orb sitting amongst the other objects hurling it across the room. The orb hit the wall to wall mirror near the treadmill. The glass crazed out from the center of impact to the edges. The orb fell to the floor, rolling under the weight machine unnoticed. It glowed briefly then the light faded to black.

Dean went on a rampage, cursing John and hurling insults at the dead man. He drove his fist through the plaster wall, howling in anger and pain Dean staggered backward falling over a stack of books.

Sam ran to his brother and while trying to stop Dean from hurting himself, Sam took a fist to the face. Dean wasn't aiming for Sam; he was throwing wild punches to an unseen assailant. Sam rolled on his side, holding his nose and mouth as the blood flowed freely. Spencer, Castiel and then Scotty hurried down the stairs and what they found seemed like a scene from a nightmare.

….

Dr. Saito looked in on her patient now resting peacefully. Castiel had fought tooth and nail to wrestle Dean into Scotty's SUV and drive him to the hospital. By the time they arrived Dean was exhausted and numb.

After giving Dean something to relax him, they x-rayed his hand but found no breaks. The hand sported an ugly array of bruises and swelling. Dr. Saito had placed a fetal monitor on Dean and was pleased to find the baby was in no distress.

Castiel never took his eyes off his wife, "Is a sedative safe?"

"Yes Castiel, it's safe."

The worried mate finally tore his gaze from Dean, "I-I couldn't settle him. Dean was wild."

Castiel rolled his big blue eyes up to look at the doctor, plucking at her heartstrings. "I was so worried about them."

"They will be fine physically, as for Dean's emotional state I have no prediction. Would you tell me what set him off?"

"There is no way in hell I'm telling you that Dean's prick of a father sold him and Dean found the receipt for the sale of his pretty ass. I won't tell you how Dean was sold in "as is" condition because I deflowered him already and I sure won't tell you that his net worth as a human being was thirty five thousand dollars. He did get a fucking AAA rating so that's at least something."

"Castiel?"

He answered curtly, "No I won't tell you."

…

Scotty sat at Sam's bedside holding an icepack on the boy's face. "How are you feeling?"

Sam sounded as if he had the worst cold in the word. His nose was bruised and swollen and his lip was split, "At least my nose isn't broken."

Spencer peeked in the door, "Hey Sam, doing ok?"

Sam raised his brows, surprised to see the elder Alpha checking in on him, "Yeah I'll live. Can I go see Dean?"

"No, he's sleeping and so should you."

The pain medication, courtesy of Scotty's medicine cabinet, was kicking in and Sam could hardly keep his eyes open. Scotty kissed him on the forehead, "I'll call you in sick tomorrow."

Just as Sam's eyes fully closed he murmured, "Thanks Mom."

Scotty clutched his hands to his chest and turned to his husband, "Did you hear that?" The Omega felt being called "Mom" was the highest honor in the world.

Spencer reached down and tucked an errant lock of hair behind his wife's ear, "Sam might not remember he called you mom but in his heart it's how he sees you and that is the most important thing."

…..

Dean was released the next morning and Castiel took him to his prenatal exam with Dr. Saito.

Dean was quiet through most of the appointment, a big difference from the usually talkative Omega. He perked up when Dr. Saito did an ultrasound. They not only got to see their baby's latest development, the parents could hear the child's heartbeat.

Dean tapped his fingers to the strong, steady rhythm as he stared longingly at the image of the baby moving around on the monitor. "I can't wait to meet you."

Castiel nodded along to the heartbeat, "Beautiful…perfect."

Dr. Saito was pleased with the healthy fetus, "The baby is developing nicely.

"Give the baby a few more weeks and I'll be able to determine the sex. You are just entering your second trimester so it's a little early."

Castiel squinted at the monitor, "I think it's a boy."

Dean struggled on his elbows and narrowed his eyes, "Girl."

The diminutive doctor smiled at the pair, "It's too early. Has the baby been moving quite a bit?"

The Alpha said proudly, "Yes, I've felt him moving right under my hand. In fact, I talk to Bun and he responds."

Saito raised a sculpted brow, "Bun?"

"Well we have to call the baby something for now." Cas looked back to the image of his child, "Maybe we should let the sex of the baby be a surprise. What do you think Dean? We debate back and forth on this so often."

Dean took a moment to think it over once again. "I think it should be a surprise. If the kid is a boy or girl it doesn't matter. If it's a boy and later on he presents as A, B or O that doesn't matter either. I'll love our kid no matter what."

….

Once Dean was dressed the three sat down for a quick Q and A. Dean was embarrassed to ask about his gas and constipation but he bravely questioned his doctor. She said the constipation was normal and gave Dean some advice on how to manage it. Castiel said the farting might be due to all the vegetables he was having Dean eat. He also added quinoa and beans to Dean's diet.

Dean scowled at his mate, "You make me eat all that crap so enjoy that nightly Dutch oven. This never happened when I ate the way I wanted."

Saito worried about Alpha and Omega dynamics during pregnancy. Alphas had a tendency to dictate the sleep, diets and just about everything else during an Omegas pregnancy. Their brains were hardwired to react that way, controlling and over protective for the sake of their bloodline. It was also deeply engrained into the Alpha culture and even a progressive, intelligent young man like Castiel could be unknowingly influenced.

"Castiel, I know it would be fighting your instincts to loosen up a little on the junk food but I think a bacon cheese burger…"

Dean interrupted the doctor, "Don't forget deep fried food and bakery."

"Those things in moderation wouldn't hurt him or the baby."

Castiel was skeptical but willing to give in at least a little, "I suppose. He did eat what he wanted on the honeymoon." He lost his frown, "I'll be more liberal at meal times."

Dean had won a small victory, "Great, no more sneaking snacks at night!"

His husband cocked a brow, "I didn't realize you were doing that."

"Oh come on Cas, like I was going to let you stop me from raiding the kitchen. Face it, I love food."

Happy that Dean was happy for the moment, Castiel gave a little more, "I'll pick up fixings to make everyone bacon cheeseburgers tonight. How does that sound?"

The Omega purred, "You had me bacon."

…

Dean was withdrawn on the drive home. Castiel just wanted his Omega to talk about the meltdown in the basement and he tried to coax information out of Dean.

"You can tell me what happened; I would never make you feel bad. It would help to share."

He blurted out, "We found dad's stash of hardcore Omega porn and dirty panties. The prick had the hots for Omegas and kept it a dirty secret."

"Oh…well maybe it's sort of like as a closeted gay man being outwardly hostile to homosexuals to cover for his own desires. I think that is a cowardly and distasteful thing to do but it happens. I see why you are angry, this is why he treated you so badly and seemed obsessed with you presenting as Alpha or even Beta."

"He treated me like shit even before that." Dean scrubbed the back of his hand across he eyes trying to rub away the tears, "I found money and a receipt. It was the money he got for selling me. The paperwork made me sound like a fucking purebred dog for sale by a breeder. Someone even took a photo of me unconscious…I don't remember it. Now I don't know what else happened to me."

Cas' hand shot out and grabbed Dean's cold fingers and all Cas could think to do was massage some warmth back into them. He was even at a loss for words, "Kitten…"

"I was only worth thirty five grand to my dad. So much for children being priceless," the Omega balled up his damaged hand and let out a slow hiss. "Pull over."

Castiel pull off on a side road and stopped the Impala. Dean bolted from the car, falling to his knees on the shoulder gravel and began to dry heave. Cas went to him and knelt right beside Dean until the heaving subsided.

Dean was left with a case of the hiccups. Castiel gave him a bottle of water then put his wife in the backseat and covered Dean with a blanket.

On the rest of the drive home the Alpha had a hundred dark thoughts racing through his head. "I wish I could bring you back to life John Winchester just so I could kill you all over again. I'd tie you up first and make you listen to me…I'd tell you what a drunken, worthless father you are…how you never, ever deserved Sam and Dean. Then I'll make you know the pain you put my beautiful mate through…how you upset the mother of my child…I'd make you pay."

…

Sam woke up to find his brother under the covers. It was just another thing Dean wouldn't have done pre-Omega status. Pregnancy had also made him more prone to cuddling.

Sam turned on the bedside lamp to find his brother with bloodshot eyes from crying. "Dean…"

Dean gingerly touched the bruises on his brother's sweet face, "Sammy I'm sorry I hit you. I didn't mean it I was just swinging at the air and…"

Sam snuggled up next to the brother that in just months might not ever want to snuggle again, "I know it was an accident. I'm sorry about all that stuff we found Dean. I wish I could make it all go away and you could forget it ever happened."

"I know Sammy."

"How is Bun doing?"

Dean's voice got lighter, happier, "Great. The kid is growing like crazy. We decided not to know the sex of the baby ahead of time. It was pretty funny though, Cas said it was a boy but he was looking at the umbilical cord."

Sam got a case of the giggles, "You're fibbing."

"Yeah its true, I told Cas it was wishful thinking. I mean that would be some monster junk…then again the kid is half Winchester."

Sam was full out belly laughing.

"Not that Cas is a slouch in that area."

"Gross!"

"Ha, got you!"

"Jerk! I don't want to hear about Cas' junk."

"Calm down, I was just teasing you."

Just being around Sam made Dean feel better; Sam understood Dean like no one else could because he had seen things, been on the road and lived with their dad.

"Love yah little brother."

Grasping onto every warm and fuzzy thing Dean had to give him, Sam answered, "I love you too big brother."

….

May 2nd, Sam's thirteenth birthday

Dean entering his sixth month of pregnancy

A chorus of Happy Birthday filled the room as Sam celebrated his thirteenth birthday with family and friends. The top of the cake had an edible photo of Sam as a baby in the buff.

Everyone thought the photo was adorable and funny except the birthday boy. Scotty took pity Sam and deposited a big blue frosting rose over the bottom half of the picture. When Alfie requested the piece with the rose, Sam punched him in the shoulder and got a punch right back.

There were gifts and loads of food. Bobby even sent Sam an old book on dead languages and their use in the occult. It was covered in some sort of leather the likes of which Sam had never seen.

After the cake, Sam's small group of friends went to his room to play video games. The group consisted of Sam, Alfie, Jessie who was a year older and recently presented as Omega, and girl named Ophelia. Alfie mentally declared the intruders gross. He made the best of it until Jessie and Ophelia left.

The boys headed for the atrium at Alfie's request. Once settled on a chaise together Alfie fished a tiny gift bag from pocket and handed it to Sam.

"Happy birthday, I made it in art class."

Sam secretly loved gifts, he had a distinct lack of them in his life until now and he cherished every one he received. Inside was a lumpy, polished band of silver with shaky looking engraving done by an amateur. Sam could make out the Latin words with some effort.

"In veritate tua" Sam looked up at his nervous looking friend, "Yours faithfully…that's pretty heavy stuff."

Alfie immediately backtracked to save face, "I mean like I'll always be your faithful friend…I'll always be there for you Sam."

Sam slipped on the too large of a band and Alfie was clearly disappointed, "It's too big, I knew I'd mess this up."

Sam spun the band around his slim finger, a smile on his face, "Are you kidding? This means I can wear it when I'm all grown up. Did I ever tell you I think I'm gonna be pretty tall?"

Alfie laughed, Sam often talked about growing into a giant. He didn't know if it would happen or it was wishful thinking but he never tired of hearing Sam's hopes and dreams. "Yeah you mentioned it a couple times." He leaned in close to Sam, "I wanna give you a kiss. I've been practicing."

Sam had a growl in his response, "Yeah, with who?"

"A pillow and my hand, I learned by watching movies and stuff on the internet."

"Oh, ok."

Sam closed his eyes and waited. He felt Alfie's tongue push past his lips, Sam opened his mouth like a fish waiting for a worm and once that tongue touched his he was hooked like said fish. Sam thought he would puke if something like this happened for real. This wasn't like the clumsy attempts they made before and then stopped, going into giggle fits.

"Holy crap, what do I do? Do I slide mine around or just let him do it? I can't just sit here like a big dummy." He twined his with Alfie's, "He tastes like birthday cake…this isn't so bad I guess…it's kinda nice."

Slurpy sounds filled the atrium, when the kiss ended both boys wiped their mouths at the same time then just stared at each other. Cheeks flushed and breathing quick, Alfie and Sam wondered what to say to each other. Sam went first.

"That was nice."

"I practiced a lot."

I mean there was a lot of spit but I didn't want to puke or anything."

"That's good."

Sam cleared his throat and bravely continued, "You smell really good."

Alfie, relieved the birthday wasn't a bust, smiled at him, "Yeah I know, like pizza and cake."

Sam straightened his shoulders and stuck out his chin, "No, you smell like flowers and exotic spices."

Alfie let out a little gasp of surprise, for once Sam hadn't labeling his scent as a food product. This was something new and exciting. "Y-you smell like pine trees and spring rain."

"I feel weird!" Sam bolted from the atrium.

Later the friends watched TV and then went to bed where they talked about anything and everything except the moments in the atrium. Sam thought it was his best birthday yet.

…

Castiel and Dean were given the contract Spencer had been holding onto. The elder Omega felt Dean had enough time to get over some of the trauma his father had wrought from the grave.

The young couple read everything over as Scotty and Spencer sat quietly. Afterward Scotty shared the story of Barbara's visit including the woman looking like a villain from a Disney movie.

Dean knew this was their ticket to a better life. A home of their own, security and breathing room, this would be a game changer for them and the baby.

Castiel's mind wandered through all the possibilities, "A college fund for Bun…fix up the cabin…a down payment on a home…a garden, a cat and dog….no second job ever…freedom and…"

Dean placed a hand on his Alpha's knee, "Cas?"

The teacher snapped his head up, "Huh? Sorry I was daydreaming."

"So what do you think?"

"I feel this would be a good thing for us, what about you?"

The Omega nodded, "Yeah, I want to do this. Besides the money, which is awesome, I think it would give some hope to other Omegas and let everyone know that we should be valued and treated as well as anyone else."

There was a fire burning in the teen's eyes, "If this helps even a little then I'll feel proud to be a part of it. I want…" Dean choked up for a moment, "I want to show the world that we matter."

Spencer took a brown paper bag that had been sitting on the table and pushed it over to Dean, "Here, it's the money your dad had. It belongs to you."

Dean pushed the bag back, "I don't want it."

Scotty then pushed it back to Dean, "Don't be prideful. Put this money to good use. Use it for the baby, a home, donate some to The Savior Project if it bothers you so much but for fucks sake don't let it sit. This will be your way of getting a little closure and stick it to your dad at the same time. As the saying goes, the best revenge is living well. Do it Dean, use it to make things better for your little family, put it to work and do it with a smile on your face."

Dean looked to Cas and his husband smiled at him.

"Cas would you mind if I gave a little to the Savior Project? I mean the rest would go toward a house and the baby but I'd feel better if some of it helped other kids that don't have it as good as me."

The Alpha's heart swelled with love and pride for his Omega. He took Dean by the hand and kissed his palm, "I think that would be an excellent idea."

TBC