Outside a gentle Christmas snow had fallen that left the farmhouse draped in fluffy winter finery. Colorful lights shined brightly along the gables, reflecting off the uneven rows of icicles that cast a rainbow over the smooth surface of white.

Dean's Omega snowman, complete with snowballs and carrot dick plus a red licorice vagina stood proudly facing the living room window. Castiel secretly loved it.

The people inside had went their own ways for the time being as they worked out some familial issues that had popped up.

This Winchester-Novak holiday was no Norman Rockwell painting but then again Dean thought Norman Rockwell was way overrated.

….

Sam explored the basement while Alfie made them a nest. The omegling pulled some garish chaise cushions from the storage shelves and piled them on the floor. Next he plugged in an old lamp he found and set it on the floor next to the cushions.

"Alfie, look what I found." Sam pointed to a vintage radio, "I'm going to see if it works." Both of them were surprised when the radio picked a signal. He kept it on low so no one upstairs could hear the music.

The boys sat facing each other; Sam tapped his mug against his boyfriend's, "Merry Christmas."

Alfie's eyes were wide and nearly black and his voice shaky, "Merry Christmas, Sam."

They simultaneously drained their mugs of spiked cocoa. Alfie fell back on the cushions, relaxed and dreamy.

Sam took the empty mug from Alfie, "I-I'm going to get us some more."

"Let's make chocolate milk with it this time and bring some snacks." Alfie pulled up his shirt, exposing his flat belly, "I'm wasting away."

Sam's tongue darted over his lips as thoughts of actually kissing the Omega's navel came to mind.

Everything they had done, which wasn't much, had been over clothes only and never below the bellybutton. Their sleep over nights consisted of lots of tongue kissing and they only graduated to hickeys last month. They also squeezed each other's butts a lot. Most of the time the pair studied, played video games, Sam taught Alfie fight moves and yoga and they ate a lot.

The shy pair complemented each other, both willing to stay on first base for awhile.

"Maybe tonight we can try second base."

...

Dean plunked down next to Mason, who looked like the living lyrics of the saddest country song ever.

"Ok, tell me what's wrong."

The strawberry blonde scrubbed residual tears from his eyes and turned away from Dean. "I was going to ask if you or Scotty wanted to take Adam."

"Like babysit or…?"

"No, keep him. I'm a lousy mother. I know none of this is Adam's fault, he didn't ask to be born and I was stupid to sleep with your dad. He's dead and can't even help me with the baby."

Dean let out a bitter laugh, "You think if he were alive that my dad would help you out? You'd be right where you are now. Honestly, you and Adam dodged a bullet. He was a shitty father to me and not any sort of father to Sam."

Mason finally looked at Dean, though it was difficult. Dean was so strong, self assured and capable, that next to him, Mason felt like the biggest loser ever. "Aren't you even surprised by what I asked?"

"No, I got a bunch of frantic text messages from Martin." Dean handed over his phone to Mason, "The guy really loves you and Adam. What's really wrong?"

"I'm a mess, I cry a lot, get angry easily, I feel like staying in bed all the time and when I do get up I just do what needs to be done and then crash again. I've never felt like this before, Dean. Adam deserves a good mother."

"I'm no doctor but it sounds like post partum depression. My doc told me all about it. You need to either get on meds, go to counseling or both. Do you have a good doctor?"

Mason shrugged, "No, remember I was living at The Savior Project when I went into labor. If it hadn't been for Lillian staying at my side at the hospital I don't know what would have happened. A social worker came in and tried to make me sign Adam over for adoption…"

Dean let out a snort, "Yeah, more like for sale."

"I couldn't give him away. I felt very protective of my baby and I even breastfed Adam in the hospital which is something I haven't done since moving into Salvatore's home." The Omega shook his head sadly, "I am so fucked up."

Dean went and scooped up Adam from the crib and handed him over to Mason. "Just look at this little guy, he loves the hell out of you." Adam pressed his face between his mother's breasts and made little smacking sounds, "Looks like someone is hungry."

"I'll warm him a bottle."

Dean did something way out of character for him but desperate times called for desperate measures. He whipped off his flannel shirt, exposing his chest and then took Adam from Mason. "I can tell Adam wants to breastfeed." "I so don't want to breastfeed you, little bro, but I have to make your mom a little jealous. He needs to want this."

Adam latched onto his brother's nipple and suckled like there was no tomorrow. The closeness and comfort, the feel of skin on skin and the richness of mother's milk was what the baby had wanted all along.

Mason moved away from the two and watched. All sorts of confusing emotions filled his brain. He envied the way Dean could handle an infant with such ease. Mason was also somewhat jealous of his son feeding from another Omega though he had no idea why he felt that way. Mason didn't care to breastfeed so it shouldn't have mattered but yet it bothered him.

Once Adam was full, Dean put a burp rag and his baby brother over his shoulder. By patting and rubbing, he had Adam letting out little burps in no time. Dean gently took Adam and placed him back in the crib.

Mason got a little huffy, "I could have done that. I still produce milk. I just choose to use a bottle."

Dean slipped his shirt back on. "Bottles are valid, not everyone breastfeeds their kids. There's nothing wrong with that, it's a personal choice."

"I'm sorry Dean, you don't need a messed up person ruining your Christmas."

Dean, ala Castiel, raised his arm, finger skyward and said in a deep voice, "Gutta cavat lapidem non vi, sed saepe cadendo!"

"What does that mean?"

"Castiel taught me that one during a Latin lesson. It means, a drop hollows out the stone not by strength, but falling many times."

Mason still looked confused.

"My translation of it is, you're gonna fall on your ass a lot before you get something right. You'll face tough situations throughout life but if you keep at it you can make it."

Dean grasped Mason by the hand and pulled him to his feet, "Don't worry, we can figure this all out. By the way, this doesn't ruin my Christmas. You want drama? I'll tell you my life story someday. Now grab some babies and let's go have some fun."

…

Castiel snuck up on Sam then clamped a strong hand on the over-excited boy's shoulder, "Hello Sam." He had just missed Sam filling a half empty quart of milk with Baileys.

Sam stuffed a slice of rum cake in his mouth then turned to face his brother-in-law. Castiel had that look on his face, the one that could cause an innocent man to confess to sins he never did.

He mumbled around the mouthful of cake, "Hi Cas."

Cas had his eyes narrowed and head cocked, it wasn't looking good for Sam.

"You're very sweaty. Are you feeling alright, Sam?" Castiel's senses were slightly dulled by two glasses of spiked cider and glass of wine, he wasn't sure if something was going on or he was just off his game.

"I'm great."

"Well, I came to tell you the sleeping arrangements for the weekend. You are sleeping with me and Dean with Alfie."

Sam squared his shoulders; he was now tall enough to look Castiel right in the eye. Emboldened by the 17% alcohol in the Baileys, Sam snapped, "We always sleep in the same room when we have sleepovers."

Castiel backed him against the wall then trailed his nose around Sam's face, stopping at his lips, he rumbled out two words, "Rum cake." Next the older Alpha sniffed the sweaty collar of Sam's shirt, "Excitement."

Sam worried his heart was about to beat right out of his chest and when Castiel backed off and his stance relaxed so did Sam.

The teacher gave him a crooked little smile, "I love you Sam, but it's my house and my rules."

Sam only nodded in agreement; he was much too busy dreaming of belly buttons.

…..

The family, sans Sam and Alfie, gathered in the living room in front of the latest 55" TV, Spencer bought his son and Dean as a gift, along with "A Complete Claymation Christmas" on blue ray. Grandpa wanted his granddaughter to see her daddy's favorite cartoons he watched growing up.

Alex went wild during "The Year Without a Santa Claus" when Heat Miser did his song and dance. The baby danced his chubby feet against his mother's lap and laughed at the characters antics. Adam, sitting on Castiel's lap, had a melt down when Snow Miser appeared and Grace was in full agreement, that guy was scary.

Dean kept looking around then nudged Castiel, "Did you tell Sam about the sleeping arrangements?"

"Yes, he wasn't pleased but in the end was agreeable. I found him foraging for snacks."

Dean leaned in, kissing his love on the lips, "you are so sexy when you use words like "foraging". I'm so hot for teacher right now." He let out a comical growl and bit lightly at Castiel's neck.

Adam bent his head back to watch.

"Ahem, Dean, your brother is watching."

Burl Ives as a snowman appeared on the screen singing "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" Adam went from watching the boring grownups to the more interesting snowman on the big screen.

Dean bit down harder causing Cas to yelp, then sat back with a satisfied grin on his face. Then he remembered it would be two nights sleeping without his man meaning no fucks or cuddles.

…

Sam fed Alfie a piece of rum cake, "It's pretty good, right?" When Alfie licked Sam's sticky finger, Sam felt a shock straight to the groin and suddenly his jeans felt a size too small.

They each took a long draw on the Baileys milk concoction and then got into an epic lip lock. When the Omega came up for air, Sam latched onto the tender stretch of neck presented to him. Gentle bites nips and nibbles, some nearly breaking the skin, left behind the evidence of the young Alpha's excitement.

When Sam's boyfriend didn't protest but instead ran his hands under Sam's flannel shirt, Sam boldly did the same to Alfie.

They had been shirtless together before, both being boys, it wasn't a big deal but out in the real world things were different. Separate locker rooms, separate bathrooms and when there were shirts and skins during gym an Omega would never be in the skins group. It's not that Omegas didn't go shirtless but it was still seen by many as immodest. They were breeders and breeders were different.

Alfie pulled off his evergreen sweater and tossed it to the side, inviting Sam to do the same. Alfie was scrawny compared to Sam and the Omega didn't always like what he saw in the mirror. Sam showed Alfie through actions and his words that the Omega was attractive in his eyes and in the end, Sam's opinion was the one that mattered.

Sam took off his flannel shirt, casting it to the side with Alfie's sweater and waited to see his boyfriend's reaction. Alfie ran his hands over the lean muscled body of a boy that was doing much better puberty-wise than he was. Someday Sam would be the size of a gladiator, a beautiful giant, the Omega just knew it.

Pre-cum leaking like a sieve, Sam already had a wet spot on the front of his jeans. He bend down to place a trail of kisses across the pliable Omega's chest, he stopped at a nipple and tentatively kissed it. The areola pebbled and the little nub stiffened. Alfie let out a loud moan.

Sam paused, "Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah."

Sam kissed his way to the other and did the same thing. Alfie let his knees fall to the side and pushed his hips up, moving them in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Sam sucked the nub between his lips and a head to toe tremble went through the Omegas body.

Sam rose up and focused on Alfie's navel and rosy nipples. The young Alpha decided he really, really liked belly buttons and nipples. He noticed the wet stains on the front and crotch of Alfie's jeans. He bent and sniffed but didn't touch. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head when the perfume of ripe Omega slick hit his nostrils.

Alfie suddenly felt nauseas, "Sam, I don't feel so good."

…..

Dean went hunting for his little brother and Alfie, after combing the upstairs he was just about to go back down when he heard a faint noise coming from the laundry chute. He opened it up and listened. Dean heard moans and groaning and sounds of sloppy kissing. He peered down the chute and saw some movement below.

"Gotcha, you little perverts."

The Omega marched to the master bedroom and got the hamper full of dirty clothes then dropped it all down the chute.

….

An avalanche of dirty clothes came tumbling down, covering the two amorous teens. A pair of Dean's lacey panties, stiff with dried juices from some down and dirty fucking with Castiel, landed on Sam, he immediately stopped what he was doing and jumped to his feet as if the plague was coming for him. "Gross!"

Alfie rolled to the side and retched up Baileys, milk, cocoa, rum cake and bacon wrapped shrimp topped with Christmas cookies, it was a horror show.

The smell and sound coming from Alfie along with his brother's crusty underwear germs sent Sam to his knees where he puked up just about the same mess that his boyfriend did.

….

Spencer stood outside the bathroom door while Sam took a shower. He used it as an opportunity to let Sam know just how mad he was.

"Sam, Alfie's mother entrusted him to us and here you are plying him with Baileys and playing grab ass in the basement…on Christmas Eve!"

Sam yelled, "Should I have waited until New Years Eve?"

"No, you should have respected your brother's home and not gotten drunk, smartass. You know, ever since you popped a knot you're sorta lippy and I don't like it."

Sam was much too sick to argue, besides, he knew Spencer was right.

….

Scotty held up Alfie while he showered which made the very sick Omega completely embarrassed. The tall blonde had stripped and gotten right in with him, scrubbing away the vomit from the boy's hair.

He slurred his words, "I can do it myself. This is weird."

"You can't even stand up by yourself; I won't add a head injury to your hangover." Scotty finished rinsing the kid's thick head of hair and shut off the water. Alfie leaned against Scotty's broad chest, he felt weak as a kitten.

Scotty softened, "Your hangover will be your punishment. Let's get you in fresh jammies and into bed. I'll bring you seltzer water."

…..

Castiel tossed and turned in bed and he couldn't fall asleep. He had to wear sleep pants to bed because Sam was his sleep mate for the weekend and he also missed Dean.

Sam was sitting up, sipping seltzer water in the dark. "Cas?"

"Yes."

"Are you mad?"

"No, why would I be mad? I just spent an hour in the basement hosing vomit down the floor drain and washing vomit covered clothes."

"I'm s…"

"Let's not forget the chaise cushions out in the yard covered in puke that I'll have to burn in the spring."

"Cas I'm…"

"And the bottle of Baileys you drank."

Sam blurted out before he was interrupted again, "Half bottle."

Castiel made a series of rumbling sounds and then it went quiet.

"Cas."

"What."

"I got to second base tonight."

Sam heard a loud sigh from Cas' side of the bed.

"What do you consider second base?" "Why am I asking this?"

With a measure of pride, Sam answered, "Nipples and bellybutton."

Castiel used his deepest, roughest voice on the young Alpha, "Go to sleep, Sam." He smiled to himself. "Nipples and bellybutton…way to go Sam."

Sam called out softly, "Merry Christmas, Cas."

"Merry Christmas, Sam."

TBC