The teacher loved to do research, that is when he wasn't distracted by a certain green eyed dolly with pouty lips who was currently carrying his child. When Dean ran his hands through his tawny hair Castiel felt as if he would lose it. The poor Alpha tugged at his denim covered crotch in an attempt to make room for little Cas.

He abruptly stood and went between the book stacks where he couldn't be seen by the sour little librarian. "Here goes nothing…you can do it Castiel, be spontaneous!"

He released the beast then waved to Dean. The Omega was knee deep in images of old newspapers, scribbling notes as he went. He never bothered to look up.

Castiel called to him in a raspy whisper, "Dean, come here." He waggled his cock at the wide eyed Omega.

"Holy shit!"

The librarian shushed Dean.

Dean decided to take a break from scrolling through microfiche located in the antiquated Pleasanton County Library. The librarian scowled at the pregnant Omega as he did a bowlegged waddle past her desk. He countered with a smile because Dean had learned that smiling tended to pissed off nasty people.

The Omega was yanked between the tall shelves then lifted onto a heavy, polished table. The hard as steel penis of his Alpha poked him in the belly. Dean felt his own body lose control as moisture gathered between his legs along with a zipper raking boner.

It was a library, he was married to a hot young teacher and his imagination ran wild, "Mr. Novak, you are such a dirty, dirty teacher," he fondled the Alpha's warm balls between his nimble fingers, "Tell me what you want."

Cas spread Dean's knees open and began rubbing his dick across the cool cotton fabric of the maternity tee, "I want you ankles to ears with my prick deep inside your precious treasure box. I want to fondle your breasts and roll each plump nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I want to make you shoot your load and then…"

"What in the world is going on here," the librarian who looked strangely like Zelda Rubinstein from the movie Poltergeist was glaring at the horny young couple, "I knew you two were up to something. This isn't a cat house so take your whore and get out!"

Castiel let out a hoarse moan as he shot his load all over Dean's belly. He turned away quickly, zippered up then ushered Dean out of the library.

…

Dean stayed quiet until Castiel parked the Impala in front of Little Moo's Diner and shut off the engine. "Seriously Cas, what the hell were you thinking?"

The teacher nervously rubbed his sweaty hands over the worn denim of his jeans. "I was being trying to be spontaneous again but for some reason it never works out quite right."

Dean was more concerned over the Alpha's reputation as a teacher. Since meeting Dean, Castiel had been skating on thin ice with the principle. Teaching was important to Cas and Dean didn't want that to be compromised.

"Babe, don't feel that way. I thought it was hot you spluged all over me when we got caught. It's just that I worry because you're a teacher and I don't want you to get in trouble. You've got a good reputation; I don't care about mine because everyone thinks I'm a slut at that school anyway."

"Dean, you are not a slut."

"Yeah I know that and you know that but that doesn't stop people from thinking it."

Heartstrings thoroughly plucked on both sides, they went for each other at the same time, clashing mouths together. Between the booby squeezing and crotch groping they barely noticed when a cop meandered over. The officer cleared his throat and Castiel finally noticed him.

"Yes Officer?"

Dean turned away from the fireplug of a man currently leaning on Baby's car door with his gin blossom face leering through the open window.

The cop nodded toward Dean, "Is he yours or is the kid selling?"

The Alpha balled up his fists at his sides as he resisted the urge to sucker punch the cop, "He is my wife."

The cop stared at Dean a moment longer then stood up, "Well aren't you a lucky man." He gestured to the neon sign above Little Moo's Diner, "Keep it clean, this is a family restaurant."

Dean punched the dashboard as soon as the cop left. "Prick cop. When are people going to stop treating me like a piece of meat?"

Dean peeled off the semen covered tee and tossed it in the backseat, "Now what am I going to wear?" Castiel graciously took off his seersucker shirt and handed it to Dean leaving him in a white tee. Dean slipped it on but found the buttons gaping below his boobs and over his belly. He was starving and decided if people wanted to stare then let them.

"Screw it, I'm hungry. Let's get some chow."

…..

Sam woke up later than usual after a fitful night. Alfie kept tossing and turning and letting out little whimpers of pain which made Sam too worried to stay asleep. He brought Alfie a heating pad for his cramps and kept the boy hydrated. Sam even gave him one of Spencer's sleeping pills, knowing full well his ass would be handed to him if the Alpha ever found out.

After his official boyfriend was asleep Sam shuffled out to the kitchen to get some grub. There was a stack of pancakes under some foil along with some bacon and a note from Dean sitting on top.

We went to do some research at the library. I ate most of the bacon.

Sorry,

Dean

Sam counted three measly strips, one each for Scotty, Sam and Alfie. He cut his strip in half so the Omegas could have his share. He took his breakfast to the living room and quickly ate the syrup and butter laced pancakes.

Next Sam found the book Scotty had recently given him. The title was "The ABC's of A/B/O Puberty."

Sam could never forget the agony Dean had gone through for two whole weeks and how long the healing process was.

He couldn't imagine what Alfie had coming. It didn't help that Alfie refused to call his mother or let Sam tell Dean or Scotty. At some point he knew they would need to get involved. For now Sam would keep his secret.

….

"No Dean, you shouldn't be hunting in your condition!" Bobby almost called him an idjit but held his tongue since Dean was pregnant and it didn't see right to call someone with child an idjit.

"Come on Bobby, we can do it."

"No! Put Cas on the phone."

Bobby lit into the Alpha for even suggesting Dean be put in harm's way.

The teacher answered calmly, "I'm the one that insisted he call you. I'm not allowing Dean to do anything dangerous and I was hoping you could talk him out of it."

Bobby's Omega Nicky listened with great curiosity. He had heard of the Winchesters and the extended family from Bobby after the Hunter came back from the wedding. Nicky lived a lonely existence when his husband went hunting and left him with Adeline; he hoped Bobby wasn't planning on leaving them again anytime soon.

Dean got madder at the Beta and Alpha by the minute. He furiously stuffed fries in his mouth to stop from giving both of them a piece of his mind. They came to a compromise; Bobby gave them the name of a local Hunter to help Sam and Dean get rid of the little spirit trapped in the old farm house.

Bobby hung up the phone and scooped up his daughter Addy. The wee girl wrapped her arms around her daddy's neck and kissed his cheek. "Who was that Daddy?"

"That was your cousin Dean and his idjit husband."

Addy waved her chubby hands in the air and squeaked, "Idjit!"

Bobby burst out laughing. "That's my girl!"

…..

"Alfie, are you awake?" Sam shut the door behind him, he carefully carried a glass of milk and a plate of pancakes and bacon over to Alfie's side of the bed then placed it all on the nightstand. He pulled back the bedding and found the baby Omega curled up in a ball. His big blue eyes were bloodshot from crying.

He reached out and placed his hand on Sam's thigh, "Sam, I feel like I'm ripping apart down there."

Sam tried out a term of endearment on the burgeoning Omega, "It will be ok, honey."

The Omega sniffed back a snot bubble then rubbed his nose. "D-did you call me honey?"

"Yeah, is that ok?" Sam bowed his head so his bangs hid his eyes from view.

"Yeah, I like it." For just a moment the sweet word distracted Alfie until a cramp hit him. He tightened back into a ball and moaned, "My crotch."

Sam was faced with the prospect of helping someone he just declared as his real boyfriend through a bloody, painful and memorable process.

"Ok just…just deal with it. I've seen Dad and Dean wounded and bloody…I've even stitched them up. How bad could this be?"

…

Scotty dropped his robe then slowly sank to his yoga mat. He then cued the Zen garden music with a flick of his hand. The normally active Omega was going mad just sitting around at home. His sex life was effectively over until further notice, no dick, no dildos, nothing inside his honey pot. The Omega could deal with that easily enough but he missed his strenuous workouts.

"Concentrate on breathing…gentle head rolls…relax…sitting side stretch…open the side waist and pelvis…stretch the hips."

Next came cat and cow poses, "All fours…stretch the back…move little one…move away from my spine…" He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the pressure release, "much better."

Sam stood long enough in the doorway to feel like a complete creep. He cleared his throat. Scotty fell to the side and grabbed his robe. Sam turned away though it was too little too late, he had seen every piece of the fruit bowl and then some.

"Sorry Scotty."

The Omega covered himself up with the robe. He was flushed and shaky; standing without assistance was proving a challenge even for someone as physically fit as him. The pregnancy had taken a toll on him.

"What do you want Sam?"

"I'm here because Alfie is going to open up and bleed and I don't know what to do plus he doesn't want me to tell anyone but I have to tell someone and…and…." What came out instead was, "Dean made you pancakes and bacon for breakfast." He hurried over and helped Scotty to his feet and then closed up the Omega's robe and tied the belt. "Come on, I'll serve you breakfast in bed."

Scotty wrapped his long arms around his sweet Sam, "You are such a wonderful son. I love you so much."

The Omega was sweetness and warmth, the love radiating from Scotty enveloped Sam in pure safety and comfort. Sam answered in almost a whisper, "I love you too Mom." He pulled back from the embrace and looked up at Scotty, "Is that ok if I call you that when it's just you and me? I don't know how Dean would feel about it."

Scotty openly wept happy tears, "Sam, you can call me what you want when you want. Scott, Scotty, Mom, whatever strikes your mood. I'll take what I can get."

….

The family gathered together in the living room after dinner to go over the house abstract and delve deeper into the history of the property. Dean explained Bobby would send a Hunter their way to help Sam and Dean take care of the spirit. He added, "Because Bobby thinks I'm a weak Omega that can't handle a friggin' simple haunting with Sam."

Castiel rolled his eyes, "Dean is a moody and little upset today and tends to exaggerate. No one called him that or insinuated it."

"Bullshit."

Sam's fingers flew across the keyboard as he pulled up more and more of the history of the town. "There was a skirmish back in 1888 but nowhere near the property. Oh, I got something!"

It felt like old times with Sammy. Dean slung his arm around his brother's shoulders, "Whatcha got baby bro?"

"I found an obituary for a Hannah Jorgenson. 1927, Hannah died of consumption at the age of six;" Sam tapped his finger on the screen, "here is her photo."

Castiel looked over Sam's shoulder at the image of the little girl. "I feel badly for her but there is a better place for her to go." He looked to Dean, "An angel waiting to take her home perhaps."

"Maybe, I really don't know Cas. I've never met an angel before," he reached up and gently stroked his husband's stubbly cheek, "except for you of course."

Sam made gagging noises just to tease his brother. He never pictured Dean acting so schmaltzy but then again Dean had never truly been happy before meeting Castiel.

Dean noticed Alfie was missing. At dinnertime Sam had taken plates loaded with grilled cheeseburgers and a bowl of cut up watermelon to his room instead of both boys joining the family on the patio to eat. Spencer had been clad only in cut off denim shorts and his "grope the cook" apron which normally would have enticed Alfie outside just to ogle a good looking Alpha but he never ventured out once.

"Sam, what happened to your little boyfriend?" Dean said it in a teasing tone but he was genuinely curious.

"Dean, he's not my…wait, yeah he's my official boyfriend now. Alfie has a tummy ache from too much watermelon." Sam didn't meet his brother's steady gaze.

Dean made kissy noises while Scotty cooed over how cute they were together. Castiel had no idea what to do so he patted Sam atop the head and said, "Very good."

Sam sunk lower on the couch wishing there was a big rock he could crawl under, "See, this is why I don't tell you guys stuff."

Spencer drained the last of his scotch, "Well that's my cue to leave." Sam looked up at him with hope filled puppy eyes. "Crap…I guess I have to say something. I'm bad at this stuff."

Spencer followed his son's lead and patted the teen on the head, "Congratulations. Remember, no screwing around." Praise and advice all in one fell swoop, he left pretty proud of himself. "This fatherly thing is pretty easy. I should have tried it was Castiel when he was growing up."

….

Alfie rummaged through the bathroom closet in a desperate search for heavy flow Omega pads. He hadn't torn as of yet but after examining himself with a hand mirror it seemed just a matter of time. A fine, angry red line between his scrotum and anus had thinned considerably. When Alfie touched the area the skin felt very tender and a few beads of blood had appeared.

He had never been so scared in all his life. There was no amount of information that could make this event any easier. His rational mind knew this was how it went and after healing up and getting through his first heat, things would begin to improve.

When the baby Omega spotted the pads he grabbed the whole box figuring they wouldn't be missed. Next he took a bath towel to keep from staining the sheets on Sam's bed.

Alfie just couldn't face the Winchester-Novak family yet. In fact Sam was the only person he trusted with his secret. Now that Sam had declared Alfie as his real and true boyfriend, he felt safer. He knew his Sam would be there to protect him when he felt the most vulnerable.

…..

Spencer stopped dead in the hallway when the bathroom door opened and standing there was a shocked looking Alfie holding an armload of supplies.

The Alpha staggered backward hitting the opposite wall. He felt dizzy and slightly inebriated from the comingled scents of virgin blood and rank teen sweat along with a heavy dose of fear and need. It was a punch to the olfactory senses sending his mind and body every which way.

His upper lip curled, baring his even, white teeth. Spencer bent to sniff the Omega's sweaty hair and then straightened up. Pointing to Sam's bedroom door he commanded "Get in there. Someone will help you through this but it won't be me or Castiel."

Alfie scurried into the safety of Sam's room slamming the door behind him.

Spencer felt like total crap for scaring the baby Omega but it was for the best. Distance for awhile at least, was the best option. Having an Omega in the middle of presenting in such close proximity threw him off and the father-to-be needed to concentrate on his wife and work with no distractions. He was certain Dean and Scotty would be able to see Alfie through.

….

Scotty cautiously entered the master bedroom; he could sense Spencer was in a high state of arousal. He found the Alpha sitting in bed, chest rising and falling quickly and fists clenched on his lap. He turned to stare at his wife with lust blown eyes as the Omega slipped off his robe and crawled under the covers.

"Scotty, I need you."

"Spencer…"

"Please, I promise to show restraint. I'm not an animal."

The Omega rolled on his side and clutched the maternity pillow then shifted one leg forward giving the needy Alpha access, "I'm ready." He felt his mate spoon up behind him.

Spencer didn't dare enter his wife but instead wedged his leaking cock between the Omega's silky thighs and moved very slowly. In a matter of minutes the Alpha shot his load. A true gentleman, Spencer gave his wife a stellar blow job but avoided everything else on the Omega's body.

They cuddled together in the afterglow giving each other little kisses and nips.

Spencer finally got the courage to tell Scotty what was happening. "Alfie is going through his change. I uh…I happened to be outside the bathroom door when he opened it. He had a towel and pads and smelled pretty strongly."

"When did this happen?"

"Half an hour ago. I sniffed his hair."

Scotty smacked him extra hard on the ass, "You jerk!"

Spencer's pride was more wounded than anything. "It was just instinct; I didn't mean anything by it. Anyway, are you and Dean going to handle this or should we call his mother?"

"No, Madeline is going through enough with her father passing and trying to get her mother through it all. Besides, females are useless in this type of situation. It's not like Alfie is a teen girl with PMS and cramps…not that I think many girls go through that change anymore. Its best we help him out."

…

Dean knew the moment he walked into the bathroom the reason why Alfie had been absent. "Shit, I can't believe it! Should I go in there or…morning, I'll check on him in the morning. Should I tell Cas...naw, in the morning."

He took the can of cinnamon apple air freshener and sprayed until the smell was covered. He planted his ass on the toilet and let loose a stream. "Thanks for playing soccer with my bladder, kid; I barely made it in here."

Cas poked his head in the door, "I'm heading to bed," he gave Dean one of his much too long winks, "need any help?"

Dean stuck out his tongue at him. "If I need to go number two I'll let you know. It'll save me the effort of wiping my own butt."

Cas blew him a raspberry.

…..

Sam knocked on the locked bedroom door, "Alfie, let me in."

When Alfie unlocked and opened the door for Sam, Castiel got a snoot full of what Spencer had experienced. He rushed past Sam and into the bedroom he shared with Dean, slamming the door behind him. For someone Castiel's age the effect of having a fresh Omega near hit him harder than Spencer. His already healthy libido went into overdrive and all he could think about was last year when Dean presented.

…

Alfie had put on two pads inside fresh boxers then sweat pants and finally a towel. The seam had begun to tear but how much was a mystery. Alfie couldn't bear to look and spreading his legs too wide proved painful.

Sam noticed his boyfriend's eyes were heavy lidded and his speech slightly slurred. Alfie looked as if he had been crying pretty hard. All Sam could think to do is crawl under the sheet next to Alfie and hold him. Alfie eventually relaxed against Sam.

Sam hummed "Lost in Your Eyes" to the Omega partly to distract him and partly because he honestly got lost in Alfie's eyes at times like when they were lab partners at school or sitting across from each other in study hall. Sometimes Sam didn't hear a word he said because those pretty eyes became such a distraction. "I am a complete and total dork."

Alfie was torn between floating on a cloud as Sam Winchester hummed to him and the reality of what was happening to his body. He pressed his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck as he failed to hold back a sob. "Thank you for being so nice and taking care of me especially when I'm so gross now."

"You aren't gross, why do you say that?"

"I smell and I got your sheets stinky, I got blood coming out and my insides are all messed up and I-I can't stop crying…I'm ugly." Alfie meant what he said. His self esteem was currently at an all time low.

What was once a beautiful rite of passage where a boy was guided through by the elders had become, in the past decade something to be hidden. The past several generations of Omegas didn't have the reverent experience they deserved. It was just another example of how the old ways had eroded.

Sam had witnessed part of what his brother had gone through during Dean's presenting as Omega. Although Sam hadn't presented as Alpha or Beta he was on the cusp of major change. Sam was exceptionally mature because of his intelligence and his life experiences. It gave the teen a unique perspective on Omegas. Just witnessing Dean and Scotty's pregnancies first hand, he was touched by the purity of an Omega with child.

He peppered Alfie's face with innocent little kisses laced with tenderness, "I think you are beautiful. What you are going through isn't gross at all. Omega bodies are unique and very special."

Alfie shifted on the bed and that simple movement opened him completely, he groaned as a surge of blood soaked the pads. He squeezed his thighs together hiding the obvious from Sam.

Sam watched with fascination as the crimson stain began to spread like the petals of a rose, the rich scent of blood and the very first mucosal tissue hit his nostrils and it was wonderful.

…

Dean entered the darkened bedroom cautiously. "Everything I Do, I Do It for You" was playing and his husband was nowhere in sight.

"Bryan Adams…seriously Cas?"

He reached over to flick the light switch when a strong hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, "I want it dark."

All it took was Castiel to take charge, his deep voice full of promise and pleasure to come to make Dean flood his basement.

Dean answered a bit breathless, "Anything you want."

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty." The Alpha was upon him.

TBC