A/N-Thank you for the reviews on the last chapter, they are appreciated!

Steven had gotten up to pee for the third time in as many hours and just as he was about to get back into bed with his mate he heard a deep rumbling outside that got louder and louder then suddenly stopped. The Omega went to the window to see what it was.

Outside, parked about as close to the front entrance as possible, was a large black muscle car. Two young males got out and from what Steven could see from his vantage point, one was a real beauty in his mid teens and the other boy looked just over the cusp of puberty, riding that edge of cute and stunning.

Steven shook Otto awake, "Hon, there are two young men out front."

Otto snapped awake and sprung from their bed, he ran to the window in time to see the strangers dumping bags of salt all the way to the front door. "Didn't the plow guys take care of the salting after the storm?"

Steven noticed the older one constantly looking around as if the boogeyman was going to jump out at any minute. "Otto, go see what they want, maybe they're hungry."

"We don't even know who these kids are."

"I know but to me they look harmless. I'm going with my gut on this."

The Beta rubbed his hand over his mate's pregnant belly, "If you're sure. I'm going to frisk and question them first before I allow them inside."

…

Sam rang the doorbell while Dean kept watch behind them. Suddenly the cold, early morning air became bitter in a matter of seconds; Dean took what felt like a slap to the face that sent him to the cobblestone. Sam whipped around and blasted the ghost of Dick Roman with rock salt.

Otto threw open the door and the former soldier disarmed Sam before the boy knew what was happening. He grabbed the Sam by the jacket and practically lifted him off the ground. "You come to our door with a gun?" Otto growled at Dean, "Do you have a gun, hot shot?"

Dean slowly got up and put his hands in the air, "No I don't. It was only full of rock salt. I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam. We are here to see Steven Roman. It's life or death important."

Steven tried to muscle Otto out of the way but the Beta easily held the smaller, pregnant Omega back. "This little guy just shot some rock salt right outside our door." He shook Sam by the collar for good measure.

Dean grabbed the man by his wrist, "I swear to god, if you don't let go of my brother…"

Steven placed a gentle hand on his mate's arm, "Let him go Otto, he's just a kid."

Dean repeated himself to the Omega, "I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam. We wouldn't be here if it weren't a matter of life or death."

Steven looked into the teen's pretty green eyes and saw desperation and sadness. "Breakfast is ready and I'm starving. We can talk over a meal."

Otto patted both of the brothers down before they entered; he found two hunting knives, a set of brass knuckles with strange symbols carved into the metal, a blackjack and two containers of bear mace.

"It looks like you boys going into battle."

The young Omega nodded affirmative, "Pretty much."

The Beta waved them inside, "Can't go into battle on an empty stomach."

…

It was a night of tossing and turning for Castiel. He kept thinking up possible scenarios where he could get free. After just a few hours of fitful sleep he woke to the sound of gentle knocking on the steel door.

"Oh fuck, please don't let it be Cecile, or Peter for that matter. Let it be Dean, the cops, the FBI, my dad, Benny, a pissed off Scotty…anyone even slightly heroic."

Instead a child's voice came through the slot in the door, "Hi."

Castiel rushed to the door and got down on his knees to peer out and found a pair of dark eyes rimmed with thick lashes looking back at him, "Good morning, who might you be?"

"My name is Andy."

"Hi Andy, you can call me Cas."

"Hi Cas. I'm not supposed to be down here so don't tell my mommy." Andy pushed folded up papers through the slot, "I made these for you."

Castiel opened each one to find drawings done in crayon, color pencil and paint. The subject matter was cheery, sunshine, cats, dogs, ice cream, and three people Cas assumed was himself, Andy and Peter, Andy was smiling, Castiel was smiling and had angel wings and Peter was dressed in black with no expression.

"These are quite nice, I see you have real talent. Thank you, Andy."

"I'm five."

"I'm twenty six."

"Whoa, that's old!"

"It feels that way sometimes."

"I'm gonna ask mommy if you can come upstairs for dinner."

"Awesome, I'd really like that."

Little fingers came through the slot and wiggled at Castiel. Cas lightly held the fingers briefly and Andy giggled. The fingers disappeared followed by the sound of feet running up the stairs.

"I think this child is the only sane and innocent person in this entire place."

…..

Steven watched in amazement as the slim teen worked his way through a second stack of buttermilk pancakes and four more sausage links all drenched in butter and maple syrup. Dean shoveled food in with one hand manning a fork while the other hand held an ice pack to his face where Dick had smacked him.

Sam let his banged up brother eat while he continued talking, "So you see why it's so important we do a salt and burn. I know the whole thing might sound crazy but you see what your dead husband did to my brother and it's not the first time."

The pregnant Omega bolted from the table making a dash to the bathroom. He came back a short time later looking a bit pale, "Sorry, morning sickness, that and thinking about Dick again. I thought this was all behind me."

Dean pushed his empty plate away and took a big gulp of coffee. "Sorry we brought this too your door and upset you." Dean set the ice pack down and though the swelling was better, a vivid bruise was just beginning.

Steven reached over and turned Dean's face side to side then let go. "When your father killed that piece of waste I thought I was free of him. After I identified the body I came back here and released the rest of the Omegas. The youngest I re-homed, the rest were sent away to finish school and I set up trusts for each one. It was a fresh start for everyone, a new life."

Sam asked, "Hope I'm not sounding rude but why wouldn't he just leave this all to Peter?"

The Omega smiled slightly, "Because I have two children by Dick Roman and I'm the only Omega he legally married. Everything was split down the middle."

"Where is Dick's body?"

"I released it to Peter; his brother is interred in the family crypt."

Dean was relieved the Omega hadn't just tossed them out on their butts and he believed them. "I'm glad you don't think we're nuts."

"I do believe you. I told Otto just yesterday I thought I had seen Dick wandering around among the hedges. I swore Dick paused next to the statue of Pan and turned to stare right into my eyes and then he vanished. It was terrifying." Steven turned to his mate, "You didn't believe me."

Otto shrugged, "Hey, how did I know that dead prick managed to come back. I thought it was some sort of preggers thing, hallucinations."

Dean growled at the Beta. Sam touched his brother's arm, "Dean, settle down, he didn't mean anything by that." Sam steered the conversation from there, "Do you know where the crypt is?"

Steven shuddered from head to toe just thinking about the time Dick made him go inside the morbid monument to the Roman clan, "On the ancestral property…Peter's property."

…

Castiel was instructed to shower but not shave, Peter wanted him to grow a proper beard and keep things trimmed and sculpted. Given that Cas needed just hours for stubble to show, he knew it wouldn't take long to please the Omega.

Cecile handcuffed Castiel and pushed him up the stairs, down a maze of hallways and into the dining room. He then removed one cuff and secured it to the arm of a dining chair, giving the captive one free hand to eat with.

Castiel had memorized every inch of the mansion he was so far allowed to see. He was desperate to escape this mad house before Peter demanded more than the Alpha wanted to give.

Andy climbed onto one of the ornately carved side chairs next to Castiel. Now that the teacher was able to get a good look at the little boy, he thought Andy was as just as cute as a glitter covered bunny in a patch of fresh clover.

Andy whispered, "I'm glad Mommy said yes. Its Thanksgiving this Thursday and he said tonight is practice for our first holiday meal as a family," he shyly looked away from the teacher, "I've never had one before."

"Thanksgiving?"

"A holiday of any sort except when I went to see Auntie Stevie, Daddy's wife, he had a Christmas for me and my cousins!" The little boy's smile faded, "Then Mommy got mad and I wasn't allowed to see Auntie Stevie anymore. Mommy said he was spoiling me."

Castiel vowed after he escaped he'd find this Auntie Stevie and see if he'd give Andy a decent home.

"Thanksgiving…our first family holiday with Grace and Alex." The thought of not being there put a knot in Castiel's belly. He missed Dean, he missed everyone.

The Alpha's thoughts were interrupted when Peter entered the dining room. The Omega had changed for dinner and it was the first time Castiel had seen the man in something other than black. Peter was dressed in a floor length garment of fine, soft, emerald suede with a plunging neckline. There was no cleavage to be seen since Andy was long past breast milk. A star ruby surrounded with diamonds hung from a choker around the Omega's neck. The man had gone from bitter mourner to showy peacock.

Andy let out a gasp of surprise, "Mommy, you look so pretty."

Peter stopped to give his son a kiss before being seated. Castiel jumped to his feet and pulled out a chair for the Omega. The gentleman inside the Alpha took over as well as to gain favor and access to the rest of the mansion. It worked; Peter blushed like a young Omega with his first crush.

Peter smiled brightly at his captive, "This is lovely, out first family meal together. If you're a good boy Castiel, perhaps we can do Thanksgiving sans handcuffs."

Castiel winked at Omega, "Now don't get my hopes up."

Cecile, sitting at the other end of the excessively long table, let out a snort.

Peter snapped, "Cecile, do you take issue with my idea?"

The hulking man snorted again, "Yeah I do, he's gonna try to run. I don't advise it."

Peter looked from Cecile to Castiel as he nervously nibbled his plump bottom lip, "Well Cecile, You will be here so I'm not worried."

Cecile put his fingers into the shape of a gun and pretended to shoot Castiel, "You better not try to run."

Peter slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "Cecile, go tell Cook we are ready for dinner, after that you can go eat in the kitchen with the other help!"

The big man complied immediately. It was a marvel to Castiel that Peter could control such a huge and dangerous Alpha.

They dined on Tuscan tomato bread soup with steamed mussels. Castiel tried not to smile when Andy wrinkled his nose at the mussels then looked at the teacher and made a gagging sound.

Peter admonished his son for being a picky eater. Castiel volunteered to eat the little boy's portion of mussels and the tension between mother and son dissipated.

Afterward they retired to the main living room, the one with the grand stone fireplace. Castiel examined the ornate carvings of cherubs along the mantle and the life size angels guarding each side. Castiel wasn't sure exactly how tall an angel would be but he was sure they would have to be at least his height of 5'11".

Cook brought them warm rum cake and coffee and milk for Andy. If not for the fact Castiel was held against his will, had a lunatic Omega lusting after him and there was a psychotic Alpha built like a mountain that wanted to put a bullet in his head, the dinner would have been lovely.

Castiel just couldn't sit down; he paced along the windows, stopping at the doors that led to a garden with a massive hedge maze draped in snow. It brought up thoughts of the movie "The Shining". He shivered at the thought of Peter chasing him with an axe, ala Jack Torrance.

Peter stepped up behind Castiel and wrapped his arms around the Alpha's trim waist, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering if I'd have time to knock you unconscious, grab Andy and escape before your watch dog shoots me." Castiel looked down at a bronze statue of Apollo, his fingers itching to grab it, "Oh, my mind is wandering."

The Omega purred, "Am I in your thoughts?"

"I'm thinking of my wife and daughter and how much I miss them." The Alpha pulled away from Peter, only Dean was allowed to hold him that way. He didn't bother to answer.

…..

"You need to beware of Peter. He is a nasty piece of work, he may be crazy but Peter is not stupid, and whatever happens, don't let Cecile, his pussy whipped bodyguard, catch you. That guy wouldn't think twice of killing you both and leaving your bodies to rot in that crypt."

Dean was at a loss as to how they would get there, "Will the Impala make it through all that snow? We can't exactly drive right past the loony tunes mansion right up to the crypt."

Otto had been quietly listening up until that point, "We can take the snowmobiles across the fields and to the trees that separate the properties. I know where the crypt is located. I'll stand guard while Sam and Dean do what they need too."

Dean was all sorts of excited to drive a snowmobile for the very first time but pretended it was no big deal. Sam told Otto they had no idea how to work one.

Otto assured them it wasn't difficult and he'd show the Winchesters how to work the snowmobiles. Dean was relieved to have Otto's help. The faster they did the salt and burn the faster Dean could find Castiel.

…..

Sam and Dean were quick studies with the snowmobiles, especially Dean. They were given proper winter clothing for the task at hand, loaded up the back packs full of supplies along with bags of salt and followed Otto through the fields to the strip of woods separating the properties.

The brothers took in the sight of Rouen Mansion; the imposing building was three solid stories of stone that seemed more like a fortress than a place to raise a family. Rouen was dour and bleak and Sam could sense even from that far away this place was riddled with a dark, tarnished energy.

Otto pointed toward a clearing surrounded by a wrought iron fence, "There it is the cemetery and crypt. You're in luck; it seems Peter kept the paths somewhat maintained."

The brothers hiked up the snowy incline to the locked gate of the crypt and even though the way was slow going, between their gear and bags of salt coupled with slippery conditions they carried on with grim determination.

Once they reached the gate, Dean took off a glove and fished his lock pick set from his backpack. Sam took out a small can of WD-40 and sprayed the keyhole and within minutes Dean worked the mechanism open. They shouldered the door open and entered the crypt.

The oldest coffins were separately contained in their own slots carved into the stone face of the cliff side which was part of the large crypt. Many of the coffins had rotted to pieces, showing the contents inside. There was nothing left but bones and tattered clothing moldering among formerly beautiful and expensive coffins.

Dick's casket was the only one contained inside an individual stone sarcophagus that dominated the middle of the room.

The brothers used their crowbars to break the seal on Dick Roman's sarcophagus; then dragged the heavy lid off the top where it crashed to the floor.

The smell of his corpse, just a year into decomposition, sent Dean running to the open crypt door where he vomited up every bit of breakfast. Sam wasn't far behind him. This was the very real side of a salt and burn and it wasn't pretty.

Dean couldn't help himself, he had to go back and take one last look at body. Even in death Dick Roman carried a smug look on his rotting face. "You are so fucking disgusting," he spat on the corpse, "once this is over you can go to Hell where you belong."

Sam looked at the broken down coffins, "We should salt and burn every damn Roman in here."

"Yes!"

They cut open open the large bags salt and after heavily salting Dick Roman and saturating him with lighter fluid, they tossed the remaining salt and fluid over the ancestors. The brothers worked quickly, lighting each body on fire, Dean paid extra attention to Dick, and making sure every inch was ablaze. The stench and the smoke drove them out.

Sam and Dean grabbed their equipment and ran back to where Otto was nervous Beta watched as smoke poured out of the crypt and flames licked through the open door. "Hurry up, we don't have much time!"

They mounted their snowmobiles and took off through the trail in the woods, across the fields and back to the safely of Steven's mansion.

The Winchester brothers let out victory whoops and gave each other and Otto high fives.

…

Salsa music filled the grand ballroom as Castiel danced Peter across the floor at a rapid pace. The Alpha was down to black slacks, dress shoes and socks and a very sweaty white undershirt. He spun the Omega directly against a chair and pushed Peter to sit.

Cas figured anything was better than a make out session or worse with his captor. Maybe salsa music wasn't the best choice. The talented dancer swung his hips and shook his firm little ass to the music as Peter drooled over the Alpha's fit young body.

Castiel danced his way over to the bank of windows looking for a way out. "If I could just get out and to a road…how long is the driveway I wonder, a mile maybe? I haven't spotted civilization but it would be worth the risk."

Then Castiel spotted the fire blazing from door of the crypt upon the hill, casting eerie shadows along the cliff. "Dean…oh my god, it has to be Dean!"

He threw open the doors leading outside, pulled off his sweat soaked tee and cast it into the wind, the garment caught high on a tree branch. Castiel prayed the wind would carry his scent to his Omega. That somehow Dean would find him.

The Alpha called out for help but didn't use his Omega's name. Cecile dragged him kicking and screaming back inside. Once the needle plunged into Castiel's shoulder everything went dark.

…..

When Sam and Dean stepped inside the kitchen of Steven's home both were shocked and surprised to see Salvatore sitting at the table, sipping tea. He was dressed to the nines as always and impeccably groomed. The hitman raised the dainty cup, "Hello gentlemen. I got a frantic call from Mr. Novak."

Dean was both pissed off and happy to see Salvatore, "How did you find us?"

"Sam's laptop", he winked at the young Alpha, "kid, you need to remember to clear your browser history, I won't even bring up the other stuff I found on there…" Sal winked at Sam again.

Steven set a plate of sugar cookies on the table, "Boys, you should have told me your friend was coming."

Salvatore took Steven by the hand, causing the Omega to smile and blush, "I can't stay, I need to get these two back home but you've been a delight."

…..

Peter sat alone in his bedroom, wrestling with his oncoming breakdown. He opened the small box sitting on his lap and gently touched the long tassels of hair within, some of it his and some of it Richards. The Omega felt the temperature drop dramatically inside the room, he looked up and there, floating at the foot of his bed was his brother.

Richard's semi solid form crept over top of his brother's supine body. Peter felt his wrists grabbed then pinned above his head and his legs forced open. "No…"

Breath like ice blew over his ear, "Yes."

The ghost of Richard Roman raped his brother. Peter squeezed his eyes shut and dreamed of disappearing just as he had the first time this happened so many years ago.

…

There was no way of getting around it, Sam and Dean needed to go back home and Salvatore said he would follow them all the way there. Just as Dean stepped out into the cold night air he caught something faint and very familiar on the wind.

TBC

A/N-Here are some fun facts. It can takes decades for a body to decay, as there are many factors that affect the rate of decomposition, such as how well the person was embalmed, what type of casket and vault they were placed in, humidity, heat, cold, soil type, water level, depth of burial, the availability of oxygen, accessible by insects or scavengers, body size and weight, clothing, the surface on which a body rests - all determine how fast a fresh body will skeletonize or mummify. A basic guide for the effect of environment on decomposition is given as 'Casper's Law' which determined that where there is free access of air a body decomposes twice as fast than if immersed in water and eight times faster than if buried in earth. People who have been dead for decades could still look fine while others of the same era are completely decomposed. There are just too many factors that affect the rate of decomposition to give a definitive answer.