During breakfast, the hung over pups gobbled up last night's leftovers of deviled eggs, cheese biscuits and fruit salad along with the rest of the family. It seemed their appetites weren't impaired from the evening of drinking although both were nursing terrible headaches and a general feeling if malaise.

When Scotty pulled out a boob from his sports bra and squeezed out breast milk over a bowl of infant cereal, Alfie threw up a little in his mouth then grimly swallowed it back down.

Dean used warmed up, bottled breast milk for Grace. He encouraged Mason to try feeding Adam a little cereal for the first time, the Omega opted for formula.

Alex adored cereal and his mommy, not necessarily in that order. When his handsome-pretty, giant mommy with the long, shiny hair, approached with the bowl of goodness, the baby let out a very loud squeal of delight.

The sound shot through Sam's brain like a bullet. "I'm never drinking again…well maybe I'll try beer someday. His mind wandered to something much more pleasant, "I suppose Scotty's nipples are bigger than Alfie's because he had a baby. Alfie has little nipples…" Sam got a goofy grin on his face, "little pink ones."

Dean noticed the weird look on his brother's face and gave him a poke in the ribs, "Whatcha thinkin' about Sammy?"

The word just popped out, "Nipples!"

All eyes were on Sam.

He finger combed his shaggy bangs over his eyes and stared down at the floor. Sam wondered if a guy could die from embarrassment.

…..

After breakfast, Castiel relaxed in his hand-me-down easy chair, sipping a virgin cider. He was still tired from last night he wanted his wits about him in case the two horny teens under his watch decided to play drunk-hump again.

The Alpha had missed his Omega last night. At the best of times not having his mate at his side left Castiel wanting but since the kidnapping and the torturous time he spent without Dean, it was especially painful. Rationally he knew it was just two nights and Dean was right down the hall but that didn't stop the longing.

Cas gave Sam and Alfie the side-eye; so far both had been quiet this morning. "Humph…nipples and bellybuttons, indeed."

….

The family tore through gifts like a collective of tornados. The babies received clothing in bigger sizes since each was growing quickly. There were toys but not too many.

Mason received a digital camera from the family so he could have his own photo memories of important events. The Omega immediately started taking pictures of everyone one. The family plan phone from Salvatore didn't cut it when it came to photos.

Sam and Alfie received gifts card to a store they frequented, called "Nerd Paradise". Sam also got gift cards to a theater and a few restaurants nearby so he could take his boyfriend out in style.

Dean hadn't purchased anything for Castiel. Money was tight and even though the farm was paid for through money recieved from the magazine spread, the cash found in the trunk of the Impala and a bit from Stevie as a thanks for saving Andy and riding him of the Roman brothers, every expense from necessities to home improvements came from Castiel's teachers salary.

As a gift, Dean wrote his mate a long, rambling love letter which he had tucked in Castiel's stocking. Castiel told Dean he'd receive his gift after everyone had left. The Alpha told him it had no monetary value but it was something very special.

Spencer had purchased round trip tickets for a luxury tour of Scandinavia to be taken in the spring. He'd give them to his love in private. It would take a lot of convincing to separate the Scotty from his child but by then Alex would be old enough for an extended stay with Castiel and Dean.

Sam and Dean's gifts to each other would be the gift of time. They made plans for some brotherly outings. The Winchester's had spent nearly their whole lives together but in just a few years their paths would branch out into opposite directions.

….

Castiel played armchair observer during most of the gift opening. The Alpha was pleased to see both Adam and Mason smiling. The young mother was holding Adam on his lap, decorating the baby's head with Christmas bows. Adam was all grins and giggles, for once the most morose looking mother and baby duo on the planet seemed relaxed and happy.

"Mason just needs a dedicated, extended family to lean on. Dean, Scotty and Sam will be a godsend for him and the baby."

Castiel turned his attention to Dean. He could read his mate like a book by now. The pride on his wife's handsome young face was evident. The Omega was busy handing out gifts from under the tree. It was Dean's first Christmas in their new-old house with their new baby. It was a far cry from the teen's former life of basic survival.

"You deserve this, Dean and so much more."

The teacher's mind wandered to thoughts of the upcoming meeting with the school superintendent. "Perhaps it will be a brief suspension with pay or no suspension at all." Worries of losing their health insurance clouded his holiday happiness.

Dean did a panther crawl over to the easy chair and deposited a package on his husband's lap, "gift delivery for Castiel Novak." Dean sat back on his haunches, smiling softly at his mate, "I missed you last night," He rubbed his cheek against the worn denim of Cas' jeans and purred, "I mean I really missed you."

Castiel rolled his eyes towards the two teen cock blockers. He answered in a low voice, "I missed you also," he bent down and kissed the tip of Dean's freckled nose, "very, very much…do you know what I missed the most?"

Sam suddenly appeared, crouching down next to his brother. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Dean hissed, "Go away Sam, I'm having a moment with Cas."

"I bet its sex stuff. Come on, its jammie picture time."

"Stop rolling your eyes, Sammy. Someday your face is gonna stay that way."

Mason was confused for the umpteenth time that weekend. He asked Scotty, "what is jammie picture time?"

Scotty gestured to the wrapped gift sitting next the Omega, "We started this last Christmas. We all put on new jammies and take family photos."

Mason opened the package and pulled out a set of flannel, navy blue pajamas with red trim and covered in a Nordic pattern snowflakes and gnomes. There was also a matching outfit for Adam, complete with fluffy, little red socks.

Mason slowly rubbed the soft fabric between his fingers. "Thank you for including us."

…

Once they were all positioned, Scotty gave a warning, "Remember, no bunny ears, closed eyes, groping, tongues out, morose expressions, fart giggles or anything else you pack of wild animals can think of to spoil the photos. Do I make myself clear?"

A few of them shouted, "Yes ma'am!"

Dean placed a hand over his heart and one in the air, "I swear I'll be good."

It was actually Sam that fired the first shot. A combination of last night's indulgences and this morning's leftover deviled eggs was too much. It was a silent but deadly that could make a dead man's eyes water. Sam hoped no one would notice.

Everyone noticed.

Dean decided it was ok to let one rip while he howled with laughter.

Spencer let out a sulfur bomb and gave a sigh of relief, "Oh thank god, I've been holding that thing in forever."

Mason was still learning to navigate in this family. He had been holding in a fart through the photo session and figured it was now ok to float an air biscuit. It was much noisier than expected, a real ass flapper.

Dean hooted, "Gross, that was a shart!

That spurred the rest of them to shout out favorite fart terminology like trouser cough, butt trumpet, muff puff, tear ass, duck call, call of the corn hole, one man salute, anal volcano, booty blast, hole yodel and ghost turd.

Scotty, who was about to excuse himself and toot in private, preferably near a can of air freshener, noticed Mason was red faced and looked mortified, he took pity on the easily embarrassed kid so he lifted his leg and let out a barn burner. They all laughed even harder, including Mason.

Spencer clapped Mason on the back, "Welcome to the family, son."

…..

That night the family feasted on ham with all the trimmings. For dessert they had a pineapple trifle and of course, pies aplenty. Dean tried a slice from each one.

The rest of the evening was peaceful. Everyone lounged around the living room for a few hours playing board games. It almost went south during a game of "Sorry" where no one was sorry at all and game pieces went flying.

Sam asked if he could be alone with Alfie just for a little while. They went to Sam's room to exchange gifts.

…..

The boys sat across from each, holding hands while staring into each other's pretty eyes. When they heard someone walking past Sam's bedroom door the teens broke contact.

Alfie went first, he handed a neatly wrapped package to Sam. "I made this myself…well, with a little help from Mr. Laffite."

Sam tore the paper away and inside was a wooden heart the size of a dinner plate. In the center Alfie had used a router to put "Sam + Alfie". It had a dark green ribbon attached so Sam could hang it on his wall.

When Sam didn't say anything right away, Alfie began to babble. "It's only my first project. I mean I just started woodworking class last month so I know it's not perfect…"

Sam launched himself at Alfie and gave the surprised Omega a kiss that took his breath away. The pair locked legs as they rolled around the braided rug right up until Castiel knocked on the door.

"Bedtime in five minutes."

Sam managed to give a breathy, "Ok."

After he heard Castiel's footsteps get fainter, Sam took a wadded up piece of tissue paper from his pocket and handed it to Alfie, "Merry Christmas."

Inside, Alfie found a fluorite heart pendent with bands of green, clear and purple, strung on a leather cord. He immediately slipped the necklace over his head then got up and looked in the dresser mirror.

"Sam, it's the most beautiful thing ever!" He looked again and there was Sam's reflection in the mirror. The Alpha was already a few inches taller than him which Alfie found all sorts of hot.

When Sam placed his hand his boyfriend's shoulder, Alfie tilted his head and rubbed his cheek against Sam's fingers. The Omega purred deeply and to the Alpha's ears it was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

…

Alfie stroked his long fingers over the smooth, cool fluorite heart resting on his chest as he smiled to himself.

"Hey Dean…"

Dean popped one eye open, "What."

"How did you know Cas was the one?"

"I just knew. Look, comparing me to you is apples and oranges…heck, it's more like comparing a car to a tricycle."

Alfie rolled his head on the pillow so he was facing Dean, "I really L Sam."

"Good, he L's you too. Just enjoy what you've got right now and try not to think too far ahead. Remember, you're only a teenager."

Alfie pouted. "But you're a teenager."

"Remember, I'm a car and you're a tricycle. Now go to sleep."

….

"Castiel are you awake? Cas, hey Cas."

A big, cold foot landed on his ankle, "Castiel's dreamy blue eyes fluttered open to find Sam looking down at him. "What do you want Sam?"

"So, what exactly is third base?"

"I can only tell you what my father told me. The four bases are, French, feel, finger and fuck, although there are plenty of shades of grey in between. I advise you to avoid fourth base until you are truly in love and that person is special enough to share in something you can only give once, your virginity."

Sam was uncomfortably close now, a frown on his face, "So Dean was your first?"

Castiel planted his hand on Sam's face and shoved him back to his side of the bed, "Stop asking questions and go to sleep."

Sam pondered the older Alpha's reaction. "Ah, so you did have sex with someone else before Dean. Does that mean you loved that person?"

"Would Dean be upset if I suffocated Sam with a feather pillow…yes, he'd be very upset…please Sam, no more sex questions."

"No I did not love them and they weren't special like Dean."

"Whoa, more than one person?!"

"Go to sleep!"

"So this is a "do as I say, not as I do" sorta thing then…"

Castiel bolted straight up in bed and snarled at his brother-in-law.

Sam quickly covered up his head with the comforter, "Geez, sorry. It's just that I feel the most comfortable talking about this stuff with you. Never mind, I'll figure it out."

Cas melted like butter in July. He settled back down, reached over and patted the boy hidden under the comforter. "I didn't know that Sam, thank you. Yes, you can talk to me about these things but I'm just very tired tonight."

A muffled "thanks, Cas", came from somewhere under the comforter.

….

After the Rover was packed up and ready to go, the family had Sunday brunch.

There were a few decisions to be made before the family parted but for the moment everything was going just fine.

TBC