A/N- Thank you for the kind reviews on the last chapter.

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Grace was on her belly atop her parent's bed watching her mommy doing his best David Lee Roth while belting out the words to "Dance the Night Away". Grace used all her baby muscle to lift herself to her elbows and get a better view. When Mommy pretended to pull himself toward her with an invisible rope the baby broke out in giggles.

Have you seen her?
So fine and pretty
Fooled me with her style and ease
And I feel her from across the room
Yes, it's love in the third degree…

Dean did a spin, stopping on a dime and pointed to his daughter. Grace let out a high pitched squeak; her toothless little smile aimed at the most stupendous human being ever, besides daddy of course.

Dean had been rummaging through the container of naughty lingerie a hopeful Cas had brought on their honeymoon. He put on a pair of snug plum colored panties and decided to get them nice and sweaty for his Alpha. Castiel loved his Omega's well worn boxer briefs so in honor of the new, sparkly toenails, Dean decided to really give his angel a thrill tonight.

That brought him to this moment, dancing for his baby girl and making her happy. Grace's smile was life to Dean. He scooped his Gracie up and danced with his baby girl.

A live wire, barely a beginner
But just watch that lady go
She's on fire, 'cause dancin' gets her higher than-uh
Anything else she knows…..

Grace rested her head against her mommy's chest, breathing in the maternal scent that was exclusively Dean's, the joy, the sound of his voice and the feel of his strong arms around her was the most wonderful thing in the world.

…..

Dean stood at the living room window, rocking Grace on his shoulder, "Your dad should be home soon." Grace rose up from Dean's shoulder and cocked her brow. Dean had to laugh, the baby reminded him of Castiel when she did that.

"How about you and me take a siesta in the living room, Gracie?" The baby patted her mommy's chest. Dean knew that look on her face, "Again? You eat more than I do kid. Your old man better get here with the grub, I'm jonesing for some spicy eggrolls and penis," he tapped her button nose, "I can say that since you have no clue what a penis is."

She gave him the eyebrow again.

"Just you never mind about boy junk. It will be many, many…emphasis on many, years from now before you even go there. At least if I have anything to say about it."

Dean broke out in a cold sweat just thinking of raising a teenager someday. He was sixteen so knew all about teen libidos. "Deep breath…don't worry about crap that's years down the road."

His cell began to vibrate and "unknown caller" popped up. Dean answered but all he heard was static on the other end.

"Hello?" The static gave Dean the shivers. "I know someone's there."

A wet, strangled, gurgling broke through the static and then the call ended. He told himself it was a butt dial, misdial or just some pervert.

Dean's gut was telling him something different. He decided not to tell Castiel or even Sam about it. It would only worry them over probably nothing.

….

When Castiel got home he took a moment to spy on Dean through the living room window. The Omega's unguarded moments were most interesting to the Alpha plus Castiel was a bit of a voyeur, at least when it came to Dean.

Grace was secured in her bouncy seat next to the couch where Dean was napping. Dean was in one of Scotty's hand-me-down silk robes covered in cherry blossoms and peaking out was his package in a pair of plum panties, the thin fabric straining to hold the Omega's impressive genitals in check.

"In the name of all that is unholy, I will chew those panties off. I guess he'll want to eat first and then I'll spend time with Gracie but after that all bets are off and so are my pants."

…..

Cas snuck in, quiet as a church mouse. He warmed up the food for Dean before waking the sleeping beauty. "Three…two…one" Cas popped the door on the microwave before the alarm went off and put the egg rolls with the rest of the takeout now ready to eat.

"Now I just need to wake up Dean."

Dean had been spying on Castiel almost the whole time. His husband was quiet but Dean had ears like a hawk. He was a bit of a voyeur when it came to Castiel. Watching the athletic young male glide around the kitchen in his snug suit pants and sweaty white dress shirt brought out the horny predator in Dean. He decided to take the Alpha down and exert a little power.

Before Cas knew it he was flat on his back with his Omega on top of him.

Dean held a finger to the downed Alpha's throat, mimicking a knife, "You need to be more careful pretty boy, what if I had thought you were a burglar? I could have done some damage."

Cas pushed his hips up to rub against Dean's crotch, "I bring home sustenance and this is how you repay me, turn me into a toy for your amusement?" He clamped both hands on Dean's delicious bubble butt, giving each cheek a bruising squeeze, "I can smell your sweet slick."

Dean gave a down and dirty laugh, "I'm so wet right now…dunno if I can choose between food and your dick."

Cas barely managed to not shoot a load inside his dress pants. "Cheesus on a wheat cracker, you are going kill me someday, but what a way to go."

Dean grabbed the Alpha by the wrists, pinning him to the floor. He went in to kiss the tender stretch of skin above the teacher's collar but he stopped short when the scent of another Omega filled his nostrils. Dean pressed his nose against the fabric and took a deep breath. There was not only the scent of another Omega but one that was in the throes of heat.

Dean rolled off and jumped to his feet. When Cas got up and tried to continue their little dry hump, Dean shoved him back, "Why do stink like bitch heat?"

The Alpha chalked up his wife running hot and cold to hormones. It had barely been three months since Dean had Grace. "A parent stopped by to discuss his son enrolling as a freshman, the mother happened to be in heat."

Dean plunked down on a kitchen chair and started to angrily dish food on a plate getting fried rice all over the place. "Shouldn't he go to the goddamn office and talk about things like that when school is actually in session?"

"I'm sure he was there to also see other teachers. His son has only attended private schools. The boy is an Omega and has never attended public school before. The mother was concerned."

Dean growled, "I don't fucking believe he got his stink on you from a handshake."

Castiel chewed and swallowed a piece of eggroll then dropped the rest on his plate. He had lost his appetite, Cas disliked fighting and this was heading that direction.

"I ran into him while I was picking up our food. I waited for Rich to come out…"

"Oh, it's Rich now, good to have a name to go with the stench."

Castiel sighed, "Anyway, I waited because he was in heat and all alone. I escorted him to his car and he hugged me in gratitude. I did not hug him back, it was most uncomfortable." Cas frowned down at his plate of food, wondering if he should try another bite.

"Is that it? Anything else you want to tell me Cas? Because if I find out you are holding back…"

The Alpha let out a deep snarl that made the Omega flinch. The sound and the anger behind it were reminiscent of John Winchester during one of the many times he asserted his dominance and displeasure with Dean.

Castiel bit out his words, "He is divorced and new to the area. He was concerned about his son. Maybe he saw us in Omega Bride and came to me knowing I was empathetic. I walked him to his car in the school parking lot. When I went to pick up the food, he was also picking up food; I walked him again to his car. He hugged me but I did not hug him back. Is that clear enough for you Dean?"

Castiel shoved his plate away and stormed out of the kitchen.

….

Dean nursed Grace, put her in a fresh diaper and put the wiggly baby in her plaid flannel sleep sack. She was very much into kicking her legs and the sack gave her plenty of room to move without freezing her tootsies off.

The entire act of taking care of his daughter had a calming effect on Dean. Once he got the baby to sleep, Dean brought Cas a plate of warmed up leftovers as a peace offering.

Dean found the teacher in bed, working on his laptop. It stung when Castiel ignored him. "I brought you some food." He handed the plate to the Alpha as a peace offering. When Cas closed his laptop, set it aside and started eating without saying a word, Dean felt like he had been punched in the gut.

"I wasn't accusing you of anything…"

The Alpha looked up at him; Cas' eyes now the color indigo. "That wasn't what it sounded like."

The teenager scrambled to explain, "You see most people as good until they prove you wrong, I see most people as dangerous until they prove I can trust them. Sometimes my way is best."

Castiel tried to speak but Dean shushed him, "An Omega in heat shows up at school to talk to you, then the guy happens to show up at the same restaurant to buy some food? I call bullshit."

Dean scrubbed tears from his eyes with a silk sleeve. "How would you feel if I came home late with some horny Alpha's scent all over me?"

The Alpha relaxed his shoulders. He reached out and took Dean by the hand, "I would be upset but not at you. I trust you Dean, I thought you trusted me."

"I trust you, Cas, but I don't trust him."

"Dean, it was a hug, he touched my clothing. You know how assertive a heat scent can be."

Grace's cries came over the baby monitor. Cas squinted at the little screen, "She looks like a berry about to pop. I'll go; I haven't been able to hold her yet this evening with…" Castiel tried to think of a word that wouldn't upset Dean again, "our misunderstanding."

….

Holding his daughter had a calming effect on Castiel. He focused on the baby in his arms as the rest of the world melted away. Grace had went back to sleep almost as soon as he picked her up. "I suppose I have a calming effect on you as well, my little bun. At least one person is pleased with me this evening." He sat down on the leather recliner Spencer had given them. It was comforting to have the hand-me-down furniture from his dad's house.

He dozed in the recliner with Grace asleep on his chest. Cas woke at the sound of a vehicle driving past their country home at such a late hour.

He put Grace in her crib and went back to Dean. He found his wife tossing and turning, stuck in a nightmare. Castiel felt guilt weigh on him. He should have been there for Dean as he was for all the other nightmares. Cas stripped then slipped under the covers to play big spoon and chase the boogeyman away.

Dean turned in Cas' arms and looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. The Omega worked a trail of kisses that began at the Alpha's forehead and ended at the claiming scar he had left on his mate's shoulder what seemed like a lifetime ago.

Castiel shivered when he felt the warm, wet tongue lave the old wound, stopping at each tooth mark left behind. Dean slipped a hand between Cas' legs and worked his finger between the Alpha's cheeks, teasing the tight, fuzzy little hole.

"Dean…"

"This is mine."

He stammered, "Y-yes."

Dean cupped his mate's heavy balls, "Mine."

He gasped, "Yes."

When Dean grasped his mate's erection just under the head, a string of precum dripped over the Omega's wedding ring. Dean watched as the fluid dulled the Kashmir sapphire and diamonds, he licked it clean.

"All mine."

Castiel choked out the words, trying to maintain a shred of control, "Always and forever."

Suddenly Dean moved back to his lover's shoulder, clamping over the old scar and bite down hard enough to break the skin. Castiel yelped in pain and surprise, he grabbed Dean by the hair and jerked his head back.

Dean sat astride him now, looking down at his Alpha, lips covered with his blood. "You belong to me. I don't want you to forget." He showed off his bloodstained teeth.

Castiel was furious, mostly with himself for getting so turned on. He flipped a surprised Dean onto his belly.

"Get on all fours; if you want to act like an animal I'll fuck you like one." The Omega did as he was told, presenting every tender bit to his Alpha. Castiel plunged his cock balls deep inside sopping wet pussy, fucking his Omega with long, hard strokes. Dean twisted and whimpered but the Alpha ignored him.

Droplets of blood decorated Dean's back as Castiel picked up the pace. Soon he pumped his hips, meeting his mate thrust for thrust.

The Alpha bent down and licked his Omega's own claiming scar, just as the Alpha reached his peak, he bite down hard enough to break the skin.

Dean cried out, tears streaming down his face and at that moment the Omega released over the bedding.

There was no basking in the afterglow or pillow talk. The mates showered together then treated each other's shoulder wounds. Dean stripped the bloody; cum covered sheets and Castiel helped with fresh linens.

Even though it was past midnight it seemed imperative they sleep on clean bedding and to start over fresh.

There was no more talk of the other Omega. Both of them had reestablished their positions and misunderstandings or anger had vanished. Things would go on as normal. They belonged to each other, always have an always will.

….

Dean had slept straight through to seven that morning until Grace that woke him up. He felt drained and his shoulder wound throbbed. Dean read the note left on the nightstand.

Good Morning Kitten,

I checked on Grace.

I left you breakfast in the oven. Pancakes!

Yours Always,

Castiel xoxo

…

Scotty was power shopping his way through the grocery store, he had two hands on the cart and Alex strapped to his chest. Thanksgiving was just a few weeks away and the Omega was looking forward to doing a big meal for the family, both old and new.

Spencer thought his wife was nuts and offered to have dinner catered but Scotty informed his husband that he was going the eye candy helper. Case closed.

Sam tagged along, he liked spending time with his new mom and new little brother although he did had some ulterior motives, Alfie's mom usually did her grocery shopping at Piggly Wiggly on that particular day and time like clockwork. Alfie told Sam he hoped see him there.

"I'll go pick out the turkey." The baby Alpha gave Scotty the devastating Sammy dimples.

Scotty dramatically fanned himself with a hand, "Lord, that smile is enough to give a lady the vapors!"

Sam giggled which sounded pretty weird considering his voice was changing. The Omega hammed it up by asking for his fainting couch.

"By the way, I saw your little paramour watching you over by the bananas."

Sam couldn't help his puppy-like excitement. He craned his neck, searching for Alfie, "Where, I don't see him."

Scotty rolled his baby blues, "Really Sam, you are pretty transparent. Go check by the peaches."

Sam was caught, their plan exposed. "I just wanted to see him. I miss spending time outside of school with Alfie."

"How about you find me a Chernobyl sized turkey and we'll call it even. I'll put in a good word with his mom and see if we can't get him for the weekend."

Alex spoke some stern sounding baby babble when his brother dashed toward the freezer bins. He tilted his head back to look up at his mom.

"Sam will be right back, little man."

…..

Sam rooted through the turkeys trying to find just the right one, "Whoa, this one is twenty four pounds!" Sam hoisted the monster out of the freezer bin; just then someone goosed his butt. The turkey slipped from Sam's grasp and went barreling across the floor like some sort of poultry bowling ball, taking out a cart of groceries and a stock boy in the process.

Sam dashed over to help the fallen stock boy up and apologized profusely. The store manager came over to help with the cart, all the while giving Sam a dirty look.

"Don't you have a parent to keep an eye on you, kid?"

Sam pointed to the tall Omega with a baby on board heading their way.

Scotty went to the stock boy first to see if he was ok then he asked what happened.

Sam went with WWDD or "What Would Dean Do", "Someone grabbed my butt when I was lifting the turkey. It's not my fault this store is full of creeps."

The Omega turned to the angry store manager, "Is this true, do you have a store full of creeps?" He raised a sculpted eyebrow.

The manager had to tilt his head back to look the handsome Omega in the eye, "No of course not. This never happens…well it just did but before that no, no creeps. How can I make this up to you?"

Scott ran a long finger down the sweaty, red faced manager's cheek ending just under the chin; he tilted the man's head back even farther. With the touch of a finger Scotty unknowingly had given Ed plenty of fantasies for the evenings romp with his wife, just hours from now, while staring at the back of Margaret's head, all he'd think about is the blonde Omega.

Scotty looked at the bin of turkeys. "Hmmm, let me think."

….

Sam loaded the turkey into the back of the SUV. "Wow, a free turkey!"

Alfie hitched his thumb toward his chest, "One as big as me!"

The elder Omega shook his head at the saucer eyed little troublemaker, "No more grab ass in public, Alfie. That stock boy could have really gotten hurt."

Sam sort of jumped to his defense, "It's my fault. My butt is irresistible."

Madeline called for her son, "Come on sweetie, you'll see Sam tomorrow at school and this weekend."

After talking to Scotty in the grocery store, Madeline agreed they couldn't keep the boys from their sleepovers any longer. She had to trust that Alfie and Sam would make the right choices, as long as Alfie wasn't anywhere near his monthly heat, the mother figured it would be just smooching, video games, movies and whatever else two kids did at sleepovers. They had at least minimal supervision and Sam was a very nice young man.

Alfie could have been in puppy love with a complete knuckle dragger that only wanted her son for one thing. Madeline knew she lucked out with Sam, he was smart, tender hearted, loyal, loving and hands down adorable. Someday that incredible boy was going be quite an incredible man. They might last or they might not, either way Alfie would have memories of the best first boyfriend ever.

….

Martin had his eyes squeezed shut and his wrists crossed above his head. Mason felt bad that his mate still couldn't relax and enjoy himself when he got fucked. Martin had no desire to top, he had been beaten into submission a long time ago and it seemed difficult for him to change. Mason hoped someday, after a whole lot of therapy, Martin might begin to visibly enjoy himself. Mason knew Martin quietly enjoyed having sex with him but was afraid to make a sound except for soft grunts or sighs.

Mason hadn't told Martin what was planned over the holidays that he was going to offer Adam to Dean or Scotty to raise. The Omega hadn't told Terry or Salvatore either; he was waiting for the right moment.

He felt Martin bear down on his cock, the supine Omega's slick mingling with the other Omega's barren semen. It was truly mind blowing each time they fucked. Two Omegas together was a rarity.

With no knot to contend with, Mason pulled out quickly so he could suck the big, tan cock of his mate. It was their routine and Mason didn't waiver, change was difficult for Martin.

Afterward, resting on his Omega's broad chest, Mason revealed his plans to Martin in the gentlest way possible.

"I'll get my equivalency diploma next week."

Martin almost crushed Mason with the hug he gave him, "I'm proud of you." He sighed, "I wish I was more like you."

"A scrawny pink ginger? I'd much rather be a tall, strapping, Mediterranean babe like you."

Martin laughed, Mason always made him happy. "No, really smart like you."

"You're plenty smart, remember your life stopped for five years and now you are trying to catch up."

Martin gave an almost unperceivable nod.

"Anyway, I want to take some classes. I was thinking maybe accounting and business. That way if Sal ever retires from his…" Mason paused before carrying on with the family fib, "…extermination biz and opens the florist and catering business he always wanted, I can help out."

Martin turned his head on the pillow, pure innocence on his face, "Oh I don't know, dad says there are a lot of roaches and rats out there. I hope he retires soon though…he always seems unhappy when he gets back from a trip. I bet its tough traveling around the country exterminating vermin and bugs."

"Um…yeah I imagine."

Mason switched gears, "Adam has two awesome big brothers. Sam has a regular home with a baby brother, a sorta mom and dad and I heard he's going to college even. Dean is married to a nice guy and has baby daughter. They have a big, loving family. I hear that Omega Scott is a sweetheart and a great mom."

Martin gave a slight smile, "That's very nice."

"Come on you chicken shit, just say it." Mason took a deep breath then blurted out, "Over the holidays I'm going to ask the family if they'd officially adopt Adam. I'll ask Dean and Scotty if one of them wants to be Adam's mom. It's best for us and best for Adam. I've thought a lot about this and my decision is final."

Martin bolted upright, almost sending Mason to the floor, "But you're Adam's mom!"

"No babe, I was his incubator. It takes more than that to be a good mom. I'm not cut out for raising kids. I think the most important thing for Adam is to be loved and safe. His dad is dead and I think Castiel or Spencer Novak would make better dads than his real one was." He took Martin's big hands in his, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Martin furrowed his brow, "Will I still get to see him?" A tear slid down the big Omega's cheek, breaking Mason's heart into a million little pieces.

"Sure, of course. One of my stipulations will be that we can still be a part of his life, I'll be like a close cousin and so will you. Someday when Adam is older we can talk to time about things but Scotty or Dean will still be the mom. Remember, you have Isabelle. Your little sister needs you."

Isabelle was the apple of Martin's eye; he loved his baby sister dearly.

Martin toyed with his long braid that held the massive amounts of curly, raven hair in check. Mason didn't push him to speak. When he did, what he said broke Mason down in tears just from the relief over his mates approval.

"You know, I think it takes a really good mom to do what's best for his kid even if it hurts. You are doing it because you love Adam." He wrapped his strong arms about the smaller Omega, "I understand."

…

"Steady, hold your stance. Remember, it's a double action."

Javier looked down the site, aiming for the cantaloupe with the frowny face drawn on it in marker, "I'm going to blow you to smithereens, you monster!" He pulled the trigger and the melon exploded. Javier went flying backwards on his ass.

Dean took the .38 away from him. "You ok, short stuff?"

The Omega stared up at the fluffy clouds passing by as he caught his breath. Shooting a gun was exhilarating, "Uh huh. Did I get him?"

"Yup, you spattered the evil cantaloupe all over the place."

Dean felt his cell vibrate in his shirt pocket but tried to ignore it. After the bizarre call this morning, he was almost afraid to look.

Javi hopped to his feet and plucked the phone from Dean's shirt pocket, "Unknown Caller."

Dean snatched the phone away and shut it off again.

…

Upon leaving school for the day, Castiel took a moment to enjoy the gently falling snow. He didn't mind the shorter days, there was something to be said for a cozy fire and hot toddies. Getting off from work when it was practically dark was the only downfall.

Dean had promised a pot roast with all the fixings for dinner and Cas couldn't wait to get home, his Omega turned out to be a good cook and the best part was, Dean enjoyed it. On the weekend he promised to make his wife spaghetti and meatballs. They had a good system in place.

The teacher's phone went off, Unknown Caller popped up on the screen. He answered with some trepidation, "Hello."

It was pure static on the other end. Cas was about to hang up when he heard what sounded like someone gasp followed by a sickly, wet gurgling, then the line went dead.

The teacher shivered and not just from the cold. The call had scared the hell out of him. He tightened his coat around him and hurried to his vehicle. The sooner he got home the better.

…..

Peter sat alone in one of the more intimate sized rooms of Rouan Manor. Since his release, the Omega found solace in the ancestral home.

He rubbed at the angry scars that ran down each wrist, ashamed now of his actions. "Brother, I'm sorry. I only wanted to be with you again." Peter took the small, wooden chest from the table beside him and opened the lid. Inside was a long, dark lock of his brother's hair their mother had cut when they were children.

A gentle knock came at the door. Peter looked up to see his son peering in.

The five year old smiled at his mother, "Mommy, may I come in?"

Peter's lies to Castiel Novak about his name and the age of his son had been a necessity. Lies came easy to Peter, after all, he had to lie after his relationship with his brother their entire lives.

He set the box down and held out his arms; Andrew ran to Peter and climbed on his mother's lap. The little boy looked up at the portrait of his mother and father and shivered. He didn't miss his dad, not one little bit.

"Don't worry Andy; I'm going to bring you home a brand new father. Once he's settled in, Castiel can help you with your lessons."

Andy looked up at him with eyes as big as saucers, "When, will he be here for Thanksgiving?"

"Yes, in fact he will be here in just few days."

"Can we invite Stevie?"

Peter pushed Andrew off is lap and the little boy fell to the rug. "No! No, he is not allowed here and I don't want to hear his name come from your lips ever again."

The temperature suddenly dropped significantly despite the fire. Andy bolted from the room.

TBC