Creeping around an old farm house located in the middle of Bumblefuck USA with Castiel as his hunting partner left Dean just a little apprehensive. "It's all fine and dandy…Cas will learn…or not. I doubt there is anything here anyway."

To Castiel's credit he tried to stop Dean from entering the home until the real-estate agent showed up. He had lectured his wife on possible dangers while Dean loaded two shotguns with rock salt and ignored him. Dean insisted on exploring before the woman arrived. There was really no way to stop him short of physical restraint.

Upon entering they were surprised to find the inside of house in relatively decent shape. No water damage or rotten flooring that the couple noticed so far, just a lot of dust, webs, mouse crap and a musty smell.

The Hunter and his honey checked out the large family style kitchen that contained what Castiel assumed was a stove from around the 1940s. White enamel with two large burners and two small, a griddle in the middle and an oven on the side with a storage and warming drawer below, besides being a grimy mess thick with dusty grease, the Alpha was pleased with the condition.

The single pane windows looked spongy around the frames but that was to be expected for a place this age. There was a huge living room with an impressive fieldstone fireplace with hand hewn mantle. With only a bathroom added downstairs as a late addition, everything below seemed in suspended animation just waiting for a young couple like Dean and Castiel to breathe new life into the neglected dwelling.

The teacher was in love with the house already but when he spied a large stained glass window above the stairs landing done in the design of the tree of life that sealed the deal.

Castiel was a lover of history and historical places; the American craftsmen movement was evident in the attractive, sturdy and simple details in the wood work. The window itself was an Art Deco giveaway and the shell of the house was farmer chic. It was an amalgamation of the various generations that had lived there, each making their changes as the decades wore on.

"Dean, look at this stained glass window…Dean…Dean?" Cas swiveled around finding himself alone downstairs. He heard the creaking of floorboards above him. "How did he slip past me?" Taking the stairs two at a time Castiel found Dean at the end of a very long hallway. There was yet another stained glass window there, a peacock on a cherry blossom branch.

The Omega swung around quickly for someone six months pregnant, "Cas, don't scare me like that, you could have ended up full of rock salt!" Dean was drenched in sweat and looked exhausted. The temperature topped out at 94 that day and inside the house was stifling.

The Alpha moved swiftly, lifting Dean into his arms and carrying him down the stairs and outside to the wraparound porch. Dean didn't issue a single protest. Castiel brought him a cold bottle of water from the cooler and made the overheated Omega drink it all down. Cas tenderly wiped the sweat from Dean's brow then held another cold bottle of water against it.

Concern in his bright blue eyes, he asked, "Better?"

Dean peeled off his sweat soaked tee then went to take off his sports bra but thought better of it, "Much better."

"Find any ghosties?"

"Ok, the fact you just called them ghosties makes me worried for you married to someone like me."

"Alright…boogeymen?"

Dean knew Cas was trying his best to understand everything, "I felt a cold spot and heard like a child crying, I think we can pass it over easy enough. I want Sam here for that; he's the touchy feely one. Even if we don't buy the place I'd still want to help the kid out." Dean took his thumb and rubbed a cobweb off the barrel of the gun, "No one deserves to be stuck like that."

Castiel didn't think it was possible to love Dean Winchester more than he already did but gazing up at his mate on the rickety old porch swing, proud belly on display and emerald eyes with a hint of sadness over a trapped ghost child caused the Alpha's love to spread beyond the borders of his heart and grow unfettered into a wild tangle of wonderful emotions.

The English teacher would normally have many pretty words to express his love for Dean but he found himself tongue tied. Instead he rested his head on the Omega's knee and closed his eyes as Dean began stroking his fingers through the messy dark hair.

Just then a warm summer breeze kicked up and the spicy sweet scent of over grown heirloom roses filled the air. Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath then released it slowly and repeated. Scotty had taught him some basic yoga moves designed for different stages of pregnancy. His mentor also taught him meditation techniques and some pretty good pelvic floor exercises.

The old Dean would have laughed at the thought of learning these things but now he was grateful to his mentor for having the patience to teach him. Instead of going over and over what could go wrong he calmed himself enough to think of what could go right. The place with its many ramshackle builds and vast acreage could truly become a haven for his family.

….

Jacob watched with keen interest as Terry scented the air. Betas didn't possess the same scenting abilities as Alphas and Omegas. The least dazzling of the three sexes, Betas took the old fashioned route finding mates, they went only by a fraction of scent and then looks and personality. Betas usually ended up with other Betas, emotionally and/or physically damaged Omegas or older Omegas with children but that worked out well for all parties. Betas were known for their steady temperaments, excellent work ethic and were good providers.

The Omegas that ended up with Betas usually found their Beta mates very satisfying as life partners, they may not have the mind blowing knotting abilities or the fertility or sex drive of an Alpha but they had other traits that made up for it. The downfall to ending up with a Beta was the very good chance of never having children.

While Jacob was wool gathering, Lillian joined the two men. She touched Terry on the shoulder and whispered, "Have you found anything out?"

Terry gestured toward the two young Omegas sitting together on a saggy couch that faced the window overlooking the gravel drive. "Those two have caught my interest, what can tell me about them?"

Lillian knit her brow, concern and worry on her face, "The shy, quiet boy we call Sampson because of his long, raven hair, olive complexion and strong build. The other we call Dawn…you know, Delta Dawn like the song because he's looking for a mysterious dark haired man. Sampson came to us first; he was found in an alley behind a strip club and left for dead. There is an extensive medical report on him but I can't reveal anything to you Terry, if this is Salvatore's child he is the only one allowed to see it. The other Omega came to us when a waitress friend of ours called and said Dawn was at the diner. He seemed confused, talking about a big black car and a man. He guards the guy's wallet and hasn't allowed us see the ID inside."

Terry asked if he could go over and talk to them, "I need more information before I call Sal. I don't want him rushing here on a whim, I need to see Sampson up close and question both of them. There is something about Dawn that strikes a chord…he or the baby are related to someone I've met in the before."

Lillian couldn't believe her ears, "Do you mean to tell me you can sense bloodlines and in-utero no less?!"

Terry nodded, "I can't explain my gift and it was something I was born with."

…

A Prius pulled up behind the Impala. Tammy Goodwell exited the car and began her slow trek toward the porch picking her way through the weeds in a pair of espadrilles. Castiel ran over to the stout little woman and took her arm, guiding her to the safety. Next he jogged back to the Impala to bring bottles of cold water for everyone.

The agent gratefully accepted, "You are such a gentleman Mr. Novak, a rarity in these times. She smiled at the freckle faced Omega on the porch swing, "You are a lucky young man."

"You don't need to tell me that, I know. My man is the best." Dean always felt full of pride when someone complimented his husband. As usual Castiel scoffed at the compliment. He didn't see himself as favorably as Dean did.

They discussed the purchase of the old farm that was located a half hours drive from the edge of the burbs where the Novak family lived. Tammy gave them privacy to discuss things while she went inside to poke around.

Castiel let Dean go first because in the end if Dean wasn't happy there would be no going forward with the purchase.

"I'm not agreeing to anything if we don't get rid of that ghost first."

"Agreed."

"I want air conditioning."

"Done."

"We fix up the bedrooms real nice so the family can visit."

"Absolutely."

"The family can help us fix the place up, except for the stuff like electrical and plumbing."

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

"I'm gonna miss Sam big time. My little brother can stay here any time he wants."

"Say no more, open door policy for Sam."

"I want the abstract for the house and research done on the property to make sure there wasn't some kind of horrible massacre or devil worshipping shit going on here. Getting rid of a ghost is one thing but a place with bad mojo is off limits."

"Of course, I wouldn't want to live here either then."

"There has to be a home inspection and the well water tested. If the well is bad forget it."

Castiel couldn't help but smile, "I am impressed with all your knowledge of such things. We will get a full inspection done first before we make an offer. If it fails miserably then there are other places. Do you like this place otherwise, could this be home to you?"

Dean didn't need to be a poet or a writer to get his point across, "Babe, home is where the heart is and my heart is with you."

….

Dawn, aka Mason, eyed the pregnant Omega who had the audacity to pull up a chair right in front of them. "Who are you?"

Terry touched the jagged scar running down his face, some people found it off putting. As if reading the Omega's mind, Mason spoke bluntly, "I don't care if you have a scar, I just want to know who you are and what you want."

My name is Terry and I want to talk to both of you," he turned his attention to Sampson, "May I take your picture?"

Sampson raised his head to look the stranger in the eye. Terry knew this had to be Martin. His body was that of a very young, lean Salvatore, his wild mane of wavy black hair pulled back into a ponytail was the same as his father's in color and texture; the amber brown eyes were big and expressive. His strong, masculine bone structure of the face was a dead ringer for his dads. Pairing all that with a smooth, olive complexion and aquiline nose and it was like looking at Salvatore as he was years ago.

Martin's soft voice came out hoarse, cracking as he spoke as if rusty from lack of use, "Why do you want my picture?"

Terry resisted the urge to reach out and touch his sad but handsome face, "Because you are beautiful and it's very important."

Martin drew his long legs up on the couch as if to put distance between him and the stranger, "No, you are just going to show it to someone bad."

I never would I promise but I won't take your picture without your permission."

Feeling he had gone as far as he could without scaring the kid to death, Terry got up, excused himself and headed toward the foyer. The other Omega had followed him out, "Wait, I have to show you something."

Mason looked around to be sure they were alone and then pulled the battered, black leather wallet from his pocket, "You are an Omega so I hope I can trust you."

Terry gave a solemn nod, "Absolutely, your friend can trust me also."

Mason opened the wallet showed the stranger the license inside, "Do you know this man?" He placed his hand over his swollen belly, "I have to find him."

Terry felt like he had just been sucker punched, the Omega took several steps back. There was John Winchester, grimly staring right at Terry. Somehow this boy had the dead Hunter's real driver's license, no fake names this was the real deal.

" I can't tell this kid the bastard is dead…that he got exactly what he deserved and that we were involved in the killing…that the baby in his belly doesn't have a father."

Mason could tell by the stranger's reaction he knew John Winchester, "He drives a big, black muscle car and…" Mason pulled out the folded photo of Sam and Dean. "I think these are his kids."

Terry backed toward the door, "I can't discuss this right now, I promise I'll come back." He made his escape, feeling like the biggest coward ever; Terry tore out of the driveway and headed straight to Salvatore.

Mason whipped a vase at the wall shattering it to pieces, "You goddamn coward, you know John Winchester!"

…

Madeline couldn't take her eyes off Sam and Alfie. The pair kept touching their fingers together in an attempt to hold hands without the grownups noticing but neither was brave enough to go further.

Alfie frowned at his mother, "What are you staring at?"

"Al, don't be a smartass. Promise me you're going to help out around here while I'm gone and not be a pest."

The gawky teen rolled his eyes, "Yeah Mom, I know." He softened as soon as he looked into his mother's pretty blue eyes brimming with tears. Alfie wrapped her in a warm embrace, "I'm sorry about Grandpa. How long will you be gone?"

"As long as it takes I suppose. Your grandma has only me to help her through this. The funeral, paperwork, sorting through dad's assets to ensure she's taken care of and getting her relocated," Madeline pulled back and straightened the collar of her son's shirt, "I'll be back before school starts…we can go clothes shopping and get your supplies."

She craned her neck to look up at Scotty, "I am so grateful to you and Spencer for watching over him." Madeline handed the Omega a sheet of paper with all her contact numbers, email and texting info along with a wad of cash, "This is for Alfie's food; lately he's been eating me out of house and home. Strange for someone that usually eats like a bird."

…..

Castiel showed photos of the inside and outside of the farm house and grounds, "I know it looks rough but I'm getting the place inspected next week before we make an offer."

Dean added, "First we get rid of the ghost."

Sam almost choked on his mouthful of spaghetti.

Alfie blurted out, "A real, live ghost?!"

Dean whispered, "Shit."

Sam glared at his big brother, "Nice going Dean."

"I forgot he was even here! The kid is so damn quiet; someone should put a bell around his neck." Dean did some pretty weak damage control, "I was just joking Alfie, you know me always cracking jokes."

Spencer got into it with Castiel, "No grandbaby of mine is going to live in some haunted dump. Besides, there isn't enough polish in the world to make that turd shine."

"Damn it Dad, I'll make my own decisions!"

By the time Scotty came back from the bathroom everyone was arguing. He was in no mood for family bullshit and put a stop to it. "I've got constipation and swollen ankles, I can't see my penis anymore and right now the kid in my belly is using one of my kidneys for a kickball so everyone shut the hell up!"

Spencer felt like all shades of shit for arguing in front of his wife. "Ok everyone, no more arguing and that includes me." He reached over and took Scotty's hand, "Today we found out Scott needs to be on bed rest for the endurance of the pregnancy. He has seven weeks to go and everyone is going to pitch in around here except for Dean, he's carrying precious cargo and I don't want him stressed out either."

Dean stuck his tongue out at Sam then gave his kid brother a smirk, "Sam I need my boxers and socks washed."

"Gross, Dean you are a disgusting jerk!"

Spencer let out something between a growl and a snarl, "What did I just say? Sam, Castiel will wash his smart mouth mate's boxers and socks."

Alfie piped in, "I'll wash Sam's boxers and socks and even his jocks!"

Dean was on a roll, "Alfie will wash boxers, socks and stinky old jocks then cook green eggs and ham for his cute little boyfriend Sam-I-Am."

Everyone broke out laughing except Sam who flung a meatball at his brother smacking Dean in the kisser.

…..
Cas noticed his father had called his wife Scott instead of Scotty, "Dad really must be worried…he only uses his Omega's proper name when he's very serious about something." He placed a hand on Spencer's forearm and gave it a squeeze, "I'll help out Dad, no problem. Dean is having our child right around the same time and we need to get the nurseries in order. We can make it a fun project."

Spencer cast his blue eyes toward the floor and said sadly, "But you'll be moving out soon."

"No, even if we buy that place it won't be livable for awhile. I'd like to get the outside and windows done and the electrical and plumbing done by professionals, that will leave the whole winter to work on the inside. Would you like to help?"

"Yes…yes I would like that."

"Dad, Scott will be ok and so will the baby."

The look-alike father and son hugged it out.

Dean had been the catalyst that brought Castiel and Spencer back together despite their very different personalities. The Omega didn't realize the positive effect he had on other people just by being Dean Winchester, the young man with a heart of gold and a deep need to help others.

…..

"Whoa, I rammed you from behind!" Sam was in the zone; his race car blazed past the competitors and slammed Alfie's into the wall.

Alfie couldn't concentrate with Sam talking about ramming him from behind even if he was talking about the video game. The newbie teen had been struggling with cramps all week. The pain in his groin and tenderness along his perineum was getting worse by the day and it was all he could do to hide how much it hurt. Alfie didn't want to upset his mom or worry Mr. and Mrs. Novak and he didn't want to appear like a big baby in front of Sam.

In the boy's heart he knew what was happening but he tried his best to convince himself it was something a lot less scary. "I just pulled some muscles or something…maybe I have the flu."

Sam for his part was all concern and puppy dog eyes, "Are you ok? You look sorta pale and sweaty."

"I just pulled some muscles. I'll be alright Sam."

Sam answered shyly, "I could rub 'em for you…I used to rub Dean's shoulders and back when he got banged up real bad." Sam held up his hands and wiggled his long fingers, "Where does it hurt the most?"

Alfie scooted away from Sam and his supposed healing fingers, "M-my crotch."

Sam felt his mouth go dry. "Oh…uh ok, I can't fix that. Do you want me to ask Dean what to do? He knows a lot about stuff like this."

Alfie balked, "No, I'm fine."

Sam tucked Alfie in bed and propped his sorta boyfriend up with pillows so he could watch TV. Then Sam brought Alfie some aspirin, a glass of milk and a slice of cake.

He sat next to the pale looking blonde and they passed the time watching Rick & Morty on Cartoon Network. When Alfie let out a little whimper of pain Sam bent down and kissed him. It was quick and sloppy but did the trick, Alfie smiled.

He snuggled closer to his tall, lanky, absolute everything, "You are the best Sam."

Blushing from top to bottom, Sam blurted out, "You are my boyfriend Alfie, not a sorta boyfriend but a real one."

Just then Dean stuck his head in the door scaring the crap out of the boys, "Nite guys. I'll do breakfast tomorrow and you guys do clean up."

At that moment Dean had what he thought was a memory scent, heavy, hormone laced, bordering on rank, sweat. He sniffed his own pits, shrugged and then shut the door.

TBC