"Sammy, wake up."

Sam grumbled in his sleep and rolled away from Dean.

Dean flicked his ear, "Wake up bitch." That got a response.

Sam rolled over and popped open one eye to find Dean kneeling by the side of the bed, "Jerk, I was having a good dream."

"How about you and me get rid of that ghost at the farm house." Dean gave his little brother a grin.

"What about Bobby's friend…"

"Screw that, we can do it ourselves," Dean's natural stubbornness was in full force, "look Sam, I'm going with or without you. Will you help me?"

Sam looked at the clock; it was three in the morning. Dean was already dressed and ready to go; there was no way Sam was letting Dean go out on his own, "Ok, do you have everything we need?"

Dean hitched his thumb toward the window, "I've got Baby all stocked and ready to go, now I just need you riding shotgun."

Sam tried to hide his excitement from Dean but failed miserably; he hopped out of bed and was dressed in a flash.

Once on their way to the farm Dean slapped the wheel and crowed, "The Winchester brothers on their first official hunt together!"

"If you call sending away a sickly little ghost girl as a hunt," Sam gave his infamous eye roll.

"We gotta start somewhere Sammy."

"Dean, please promise me that you won't ever go off and do something alone. In fact take it easy even after the baby comes. We have a real family now so relax and enjoy it."

"I make a solemn oath to you Sam; I will play it safe because of my family but right now I'm cleaning house and that ghost needs to get a move on. Damned if anyone or anything dead or alive is going to get between us and our new home or my family's happiness."

He popped in a tape and "Born to Be Wild" filled the Impala. Dean's enthusiasm was infectious and soon Sam found himself singing at the top of his lungs right along with his brother.

….

Sam told Alfie to give them some time, at least two hours before telling someone where they went.

Too nervous to go back to sleep, the baby Omega decided to put his time alone to good use; he stripped the bed completely and put the rank sheets in the washer. Alfie found clean sheets and a fresh blanket in the hall linen closet and made up the bed. Every movement felt like fire between his legs but he didn't stop.

After that he took a long, hot shower scrubbing away the sweat and blood from his body with heavily scented shower gel. Alfie placed several pads inside fresh boxers then slipped on a pair of Sam's old pajama pants that didn't fit him anymore. He opened the windows to air out the bedroom and then went back to bed to stare at the clock until two hours were up.

He was worried about both Sam and Dean. Alfie still wasn't sure if there were really ghosts or other things that went bump in the night, he wasn't sure if John Winchester was a mad man and hallucinated everything written in his journals and if Sam ever really ingested demon blood as a infant. To believe was too much of a leap of faith, too frightening to consider. The real world was scary enough for Alfie He wanted to ask Sam if the journals were true, if the monsters were real and if Sam knew about the blood. Maybe, just maybe now that they were really boyfriends he would gather the courage to ask.

…

Castiel woke to find his Omega missing. When he didn't find Dean in his usual places, the bathroom or the kitchen, the panicked husband and father went to Sam's room and asked Alfie if he knew where they went. Alfie was relieved to tell someone.

Castiel hopped in his Fiesta and went straight to the old farm.

…..

Cas parked his tinker toy of a vehicle at the end of the weed covered gravel drive and hiked to the farm house. He had decided to first see what the brothers were up too instead of barging in on them. He wanted to see Sam and Dean in action, working together as Hunters and brothers. The little ghost had seemed harmless enough to Castiel.

He crept up the porch steps; each one creaked and groaned under his weight. He slipped through the open door and stood in the foyer a moment allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Candlelight beckoned from the kitchen, Castiel followed its glow to the doorway.

The first thing that hit Castiel was the strong scent of fragrant burning herbs. When Cas exhaled he was surprised to find he could see his breath. The temperature in the kitchen was abnormally cold considering it was July.

Dean stood by with a gun filled with salt rounds; the Hunter knew Castiel was there. He turned and held a finger to his lips then went back to watching over Sam.

Sam did a steady chant under his breath, his eyes locked onto the flickering image of a little girl dressed in a white nightgown and a kerchief over her long braids. Suddenly the flames shot up from the metal bowl of herbs, Castiel heard a soft, drawn out sigh of relief, then the little girl was gone.

Castiel was touched and amazed by the scene that had played out before him. He knew now what Dean meant by hunting as a calling. Sam and Dean worked together seamlessly each keenly aware of their roles.

Dean was the first to speak, "Cas I had to do this. I don't expect you to understand why this was important to me."

The Alpha took the gun away and set it down on the rusty old kitchen table. He cupped the Hunter's face and kissed him.

"We can talk about this later. Follow me in the Impala; we can stop at Little Moo's and get the breakfast special. After that we can drop Sam off and go to the real-estate office to sign the papers for our new home."

Dean hugged the breath right out of Cas, "You mean it?"

"Of course, we had the inspection and now thanks to you and Sam, it's ghost-free."

….

Dean waddled ahead of Castiel and Sam, eager to have breakfast. Sam nudged his brother-in-law, "Thanks for not jumping on him. Dean hasn't felt like himself since he got pregnant. Doing this one simple thing meant a lot to him. My brother is very independent and he's not used to being coddled. He has a lot of masculine pride."

Castiel smiled and waved to Dean as they approached the Impala, "Yes, I know, that is one of the reasons I admire him so much. Dean is completely his own person. You are very intuitive Sam, and a wonderful brother."

…

Salvatore burst through the door of the Savior Project causing the newer boys who hadn't met the giant of an Alpha before, to scatter like leaves in the wind. Sal swung around frantically looking for Martin, "Where is he, where is my son?"

Jacob approached him with caution while Lillian marched up to Salvatore and grabbed him by the arm, "Settle down, you're scaring everyone."

Sal ran his hands through his thick head of hair then wiped his sweaty forehead with a sleeve. "Sorry Lil, where is my boy?"

Lillian pointed to the empty common room, "He's in there, but don't go charging at him like a mad bull. Martin is very frightened of Alphas, he could bolt."

Salvatore placed his hand over his heart, "It will take all my will not to run to my son but I promise to approach as carefully as possible."

….

Salvatore walked into the common room moving silent as a cat.

The young stranger had his back to Salvatore but that didn't matter at all. The Alpha scented his son immediately and almost broke down crying right then and there.

Salvatore called out softly as possible to him, "Martin Frances Bello."

Martin slowly lifted his head and turned to look at the stranger through a veil of long raven locks. The young man brushed away the hair revealing a handsome face with chiseled features and big doe eyes just like his father. He trailed his nose through the air and when the realization of who this stranger was hit him, Martin slid off the couch to his knees and began a mournful wail that filled dayroom and beyond. The angst in his cry tore at the hearts of the other Omegas within earshot.

His father reached him in just a few strides then went to his knees. Salvatore went on instinct, he had no idea how Martin would react but he didn't care at that point. It was imperative Salvatore showed his son that nothing or nobody would ever harm him again. The father wrapped his son up in his strong embrace and pressed his nose against Martin's sweat dampened hair.

Sal's voice was a comforting rumble as he spoke to Martin, "I never gave up on you Franny. I swear on my life I never stopped looking, every place I traveled was a new opportunity to find you. I searched and I searched…" he lost his words. Salvatore had rehearsed for years what he would say when he found his son and now at this moment it seemed holding him was most important.

He felt Martin's body go completely limp.

Finally, after all the years the boy had spent hoping his father would come to save him, Martin was in Salvatore's loving arms. His voice was hoarse from lack of use but he managed to whisper, "Daddy."

…

Mason had no one besides Lillian to care for him other than the hospital staff. He was wholeheartedly grateful to her for staying with him through his labor. So much so he revealed his true first name. Lillian was honored.

She didn't trust hospital staff with a young, lone Omega; it wasn't unusual for people to bully a new mother into signing away his rights to the child so the baby could be sold to a childless couple. Lillian had witnessed so many underhanded dealings when it came to Omegas that she was rightfully cautious.

She was allowed into the birthing room after donning a gown. During the long labor Mason moaned and twisted with pain. He had no guidance or prenatal care at all until he reached the farm, by then he was seven months along.

She took the Omega's hand, "Don't worry dear, I'm here for you."

After what seemed like forever, the doctor instructed Mason to give one last push, he guided the newborn the rest of the way from the birth canal, noticed no father around to cut the umbilical cord so the doctor did it himself. Next he handed the newborn over to the nurses who flew into action.

The baby let out a thin little cry that had Mason craning his neck to see what was wrong, "Give me my baby, I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl." They ignored him as they worked, he looked pleadingly to Lillian.

Lillian snapped, "Hurry up; he wants to see his baby."

The nurse handed over the infant to Mason who cuddled the boy to his chest; the new mother looked into his son's squinty, blue eyes as he touched the shock of pale blonde hair atop the otherwise bald head.

Mason looked to Lillian, "What do I do now?"

The elderly woman couldn't help but reach out to touch infant, stroking an arthritic finger across a plump, pink cheek. She used her most gentle voice for Mason; she could see exhaustion, confusion and fear written all over his face. "Feed him."

Lillian helped the Omega guide the infant to a nipple and when the he latched on and started sucking in earnest Mason let out a gasp of surprise. He had no examples of good parenting to pull from his past and had no clue what went into caring for a child.

Lillian gave him a lesson in burping the tender little angel. She had a feeling there would be many things Mason would need to learn.

Sometime later a social worker came in with paperwork for Mason to fill out. She introduced herself as Martina Davenport. The friendly looking woman asked, "Is the father in the picture?" It was a rude question to start with but sometimes even the nicest person could forget an Omegas feelings. It was no excuse, just a sad fact.

Mason spanned his hand behind the infant's head in a protective gesture, "No but I've been looking for him. I know he's out there somewhere."

"Do you have means to support the child?"

"I'll figure it out."

"There are social programs set up to specifically help new Omega mothers…"

Lillian jumped in, "Bullshit programs through the government. I think we know what they want." She waved a dismissive hand at the young woman, "On to the next question."

"I need to ask this question Mason, are you planning to keep the baby or would you like to set up an adoption?"

"Yes, take him I don't know what I'm doing and I don't have a dime to my name. I don't know anything about babies or raising children and I don't have a real home for him…I'm a runaway failure who had sex only one time in my whole life with a man who tossed me out like garbage the next morning…I have no education and…and…"

Martina touched his trembling arm, "Mason?"

"S-sorry, yes I'm keeping him."

Lillian breathed a sigh of relief.

When they got to the part for the babies full, legal name, Mason needed some time to think it over. He had run all sorts of combinations through his mind for months and now he needed make a decision.

The new mother nuzzled the sleeping newborn, taking in his baby's scent and leaving his behind. "Welcome to the world, Adam John Milligan."

…..

Scotty entered Sam's bedroom and found Alfie sitting in the corner on top of a pile of towels, knees drawn to his chest. The older Omega was happy to see Alfie had at least changed the bedding and took a shower.

He sat heavily on the edge of the bed then crooked a finger, "Get off the floor and come here. I'd like to check on how you're doing."

The teen did as he was told, partly at least, and sat on the bed. "I'm not showing anyone my mess down there." Once again he drew his knees to his chest.

Scotty flipped his long braid over a shoulder and bent to look Alfie in the eye, "Honey, let me tell you something, I have seen just about everything. Is it that you don't want anyone to look because it's embarrassing?"

Alfie shrugged.

"Would you rather a doctor or Dean take a look, because eventually someone is going to need to take a look."

That did the trick, Alfie wiggled out of his sweat pants, flopped back on a pillow and waited for Scotty to take a look. There was no way he wanted a strange doctor or his boyfriend's brother to see it.

Scotty pointed to the Omega's penis and testicles, "Would you mind lifting your male bits for me?"

Alfie dropped a pillow over his face so Scotty couldn't see how embarrassed he was. He reached down and lifted everything that dangled.

"Do you mind if I touch you? Trust me; I have absolutely no interest in vaginas. It's just easier for you if a sister takes a look."

A muffled, "Sister?" came from beneath the pillow.

"Yup, you officially belong to the sisterhood of Omegas, or brotherhood, whichever you prefer. It's a very exclusive club made up of VIPs. To get in you must have a vagina, penis and testicles."

Giggles came from under the pillow. "I'm a VIP, cool." Alfie tossed the pillow to the floor and smiled at Scotty, "Thanks big sister."

Satisfied he lightened the Alfie's mood; Scotty pulled on a pair of examination gloves and took a look. He gingerly touched along the opening, "Everything is coming along nicely. I know it feels raw but the edges are healing very smoothly." He stretched the lips open slightly, "I declare you an official Omega."

Scotty yanked off the gloves and dropped them in the small wastebasket by the bed. "You will bleed a bit longer; there will be more cramps as everything anchors up inside and you're going to feel like crap for at least the rest of the week. Double up on the pads."

He nodded solemnly, "I will."

Alfie pulled his boxers and sweatpants back on. "I just have the pads I found in the bathroom and there aren't many left."

"No problem, I'll just tell Castiel to pick some up. He can confidently walk down the Omega hygiene aisle with the swagger of a progressive Alpha and find everything you need. He did it for Dean." The elder Omega realized Sam wasn't there. "Where is your shadow?"

"He went hunting with Dean. Don't worry, Cas went after them."

"Ok, don't flip out…everything is fine. They are all capable young men…deep breath…find your center Scott. Remember the baby…" Scotty plastered on a big smile, "I'm sure everything is fine. Let's both wash our hands and make some breakfast."

Alfie hopped out of bed, pulled Scotty to his feet and rushed out the door calling, "I want pancakes and I'll do the cooking!" All the embarrassment from just a few minutes before had melted away.

Scotty was proud of Alfie and the way he was adjusting to his new Omega status. He hoped it would only be a matter of time before Omegas took their rightful place in society. As worthy as any Alpha or Betas just how it used to be a very long time ago.

…..

Every time Alfie took a hygiene product out of the bag Sam had to grab it and read the instructions, even on the shower gel. He held up the bottle, "I hope this doesn't have irritants." Sam was still getting used to saying "vagina" in front of his boyfriend and he sure wasn't going to say "pussy" which seemed crude and disrespectful, "It might make your cupcake sore."

The blonde laughed under his breath, "Cupcake, I like that. Sam you are a real gentleman." He cast a shy look Sam's way, "I'm lucky to have such a cute, smart and understanding boyfriend like you."

Sam blushed from head to toe; he looked at Alfie through a veil of shaggy bangs, "I'm the lucky one to have such a pretty, smart and sweet boyfriend like you."

Dean had gone in to see if Alfie had all the supplies he needed and heard all the sugary words exchanged, "Wow, you guys are couple of real lovey-dovey dorks."

Sam gave his brother a raspberry. "Ha! You should talk. The way you and Cas talk to each other makes me puke up a little in my mouth sometimes."

"Agree to disagree Sammy. Anyway, did I get everything you need, newbie boy?"

Alfie answered with a whole lot of enthusiasm, "Yes, thanks. It's cool we belong to the same club, Dean!"

"Say what now?"

"You know Dean, the VIP club for the Sisterhood of Omegas; although Scotty said it was a brotherhood also." His smile deepened, "It's sorta confusing but that's ok."

Dean had no idea what Alfie was talking about but he gave him a thumbs up anyway, "Awesome."

The new Omega launched himself at Dean wrapping him in a warm hug. Sam nodded toward Alfie to encourage his brother to hug the Omega back. Dean was hesitant at first but then hugged the skinny kid tight as emotions got the best of him.

Holding this newly presented Omega in his arms, Dean felt the excitement and enthusiasm rub off on him, "Welcome to the club little brother."

….

Sam had a vivid dream. There were no fuzzy edges; no bouncing from image to image, this was one of his special dreams where the scents and sounds were as clear as the story unfolding before him.

Sam found himself in the middle of a meadow and somewhere a baby was crying, he picked his way through the vegetation looking for the source and came upon an infant nestled in a tangle of delicate Angel Trumpet. The stark white flowers were in contrast to the rosy cheeked infant with the shock of flaxen hair. Curious blue eyes stared up at Sam as two chubby hands grasped at the air as if trying to reach the boy standing over him.

Just as Sam bent down to pick up the baby he woke with a start. Alfie was having his own lucid dreams brought about from his heat. He woke and rolled toward Sam, "Are you ok?"

Sam was drenched in sweat and trembling. "I'm ok, just strange dream."

…..

Dean stared at the empty spot at the kitchen table. Sam was late to breakfast as usual. Since Alfie came to stay with them it seemed his little brother had failed to be on time to anything.

"Maybe after the kid gets done with his heat things will get back to normal," As soon as he thought that, Dean felt a pang of guilt. He knew Alfie needed Sam more than Dean did at the moment. After all, Dean was lucky to have Castiel help him through the worst of his own presenting. He wouldn't begrudge Alfie having someone like Sam to be a shoulder to lean on.

Dean turned his attention to the tall Omega moving around the kitchen like a dancer despite his big belly. Scotty was having a good morning so far unlike the past several weeks where he had no energy.

Scotty placed a plate of fresh baked cinnamon bun dripping with butter cream in front of Dean along with a bowl of cut up fresh fruit. Dean ignored the fruit and grabbed a cinnamon bun and took a huge bite.

It was a satisfying sight to see Dean Winchester eating your food. Through his noises, comments and facial expressions he let you know just how he felt. Dean rolled his eyes and let out a happy sound, "Wow, you are the man, Scotty. This is awesome."

He tweaked Dean on his freckled nose and smiled, "Thanks hon, don't get used to it. I'm taking advantage of my burst of energy. Also don't tell Spencer I've been baking, he thinks I'm made of spun glass right now."

Sam unceremoniously plopped on a chair next to his brother. Unlike Dean he went for the fresh fruit. He looked tired out. Dean grabbed his little brother's face and examined it, "You look like shit. No one should look like shit at your age."

He pushed Dean's hand off him, "Stop squeezing me. I had a dream…a dream, dream."

"One of your lucid dreams?"

"Yes."

Sam told Dean all about the dream in great detail. The brothers were fully aware of the demon blood Sam had ingested when he was an infant. Dean always told Sam it had nothing to do with the blood but rather Sam's true physic gift. Neither knew for sure.

"Sammy, do you think it was about my baby or Scotty's or…" Alfie shuffled into the kitchen looking like a malnourished prisoner from a dungeon. "…something in the future?" Dean wrinkled his nose just thinking about Sam and Alfie doing it. "I mean waaaaay in the future."

Sam narrowed his foxtail eyes at his brother and went into full on bitch face, "Don't be gross. Guess we will have to see what happens. Usually stuff works itself out."

Castiel literally danced into the kitchen before snatching a cinnamon bun off the platter. The Alpha was in a great mood because he was meeting with the plumber and electrician at the humble farm house that morning. It was a step toward their future and Cas couldn't be happier.

Cas was dressed in an old pair of jeans, work boots and a worn tee. Dean thought his husband looked extra manly and that was real turn on. "Babe, you look really nice today." He emphasized how nice by smacking his Alpha's denim clad fanny. "I suppose I should get dressed so we can leave."

"Dean, I thought maybe you could stay home this time. Benny is picking me up and today is going to consist of exploring the house top to bottom and making lists of materials and projects Benny and I can do together. He's an expert and we need his help. It would hot and dirty work, crawling around in tight spaces and…"

Dean held a finger to Cas' lips, "Its fine, I wasn't too excited about sitting around all day in the heat like a lump."

The Omega thought of how he used to live before he got pregnant. Camping in any shitty place their dad deemed survivable and living on scraps but he had more than just himself to think about now. "I'll hang out here and help Scotty with the nursery."

Cas wrapped Dean in his arms and kissed him. "Thank you for understanding."

As if on cue, Benny let himself in the front door. The sturdy stud was dressed in just about the same attire as Castiel except he had an empty tool belt slung around his hips. He strode into the kitchen and immediately helped himself to a cinnamon bun. Benny took a bite and his reaction was almost as good as Dean's, "It feels like angels dancing upon my tongue." He took Scotty's hand and planted a sticky kiss upon it, "my compliments to the beautiful baker."

The Omega couldn't help himself, Benny was a charmer. He laughed as he pushed the Alpha, "You are so full of sugar."

Benny pulled a fancy envelope out of his jeans pocket and tossed it on the table, "Here is a formal invitation to Javier's baby shower, next Saturday starting at eleven at Maison de Lafitte. Everyone is invited. After the games and gifts we are going to have a barbeque and a bonfire. This will most likely be everyone's last hurrah before Novak and Lafitte babies start popping out all over the place."

What Scotty, Dean and Javier didn't know was this would be a triple baby shower. The Alpha fathers-to-be arranged everything for their Omegas.

….

When Mason woke he was relieved to find Lillian still there. He pointed to his neatly folded stack of clothes, "In my front pocket there is a wallet. Take it out please, you can look inside."

Lillian removed the battered leather wallet Mason kept hidden from almost everyone. She opened it and finally got to see the mysterious dark haired man. "He is very handsome. Is this Adam's father?"

"Yeah, I hope I can find him. There is a picture of who I think are his kids in there, I'd like to find them someday so they can meet their brother."

Lillian opened the folded photograph and knew instantly one of the boys was Dean Winchester. There was no mistaking his face; Dean was an exceptionally handsome boy with distinct features. She turned to smile at Mason, "I know who this is."

TBC