Students swarmed into the nearly empty cafeteria and in under a minute they circled the table where Wade Pendergrass sat, drinking coffee and eating a doughnut.

Many of them were covered in glitter and carrying signs in support of their teacher. Some were in cheerleading uniforms. A few guys wore their football and basketball jerseys and some of the kids from the theater group were there, ready to "jazz hands" the hell out of Pendergrass.

Benny and Castiel sat at the corner table, still unnoticed. Cas wanted to go over and prevent a potential catastrophe but Benny said it was too late to intervene and Castiel should let this play out.

Daphne marched forward and thrust a thick folder toward Pendergrass, "We have tons of signatures in support of Mr. Novak and it's not just students, lots of teachers and parents signed." The teen stuck her chin out, a defiant look on her face that said, "Don't mess with me" as she tossed the folder on the table with a flourish.

…..
That was the moment Gregori realized he had chosen poorly when he shape shifted into Wade Pendergrass and of course not before stealing every bit of his memories. Once the shifter found the perfect person to get close to the spawn of the Winchester-Campbell bloodlines, he jumped at the chance.

Wade's heart turned out tender and sweet and satisfied the shifters craving for flesh but he wondered if it was worth interacting with teenagers.

Gregori forced himself to acknowledge the insipid females presence. In life, Wade was, as his sister called him, a total pussy. Having to act reasonable with these walking bags of hormones was akin to drinking acid.

He was pleased it was winter so Wade's body wouldn't stink up the vehicle.

"The end justifies the means."

Gregori opened the folder to find page after page of signatures, at the top of each page was printed, "Save Mr. Novak", proof there was a boatload of support for Castiel. Before the shifter could speak, the cheerleaders went into action.

They went through a basic routine, spelling out the name Novak followed by, "Who do we love? Who do we want?" The other students shouted "Mr. Novak!"

Jeremy then tossed a handful of glitter all over the stunned monster before giving his little speech.

"Because of Mr. and Mrs. Novak's magazine interviews, I had hope for my future. I'm worthy of love and respect and I don't deserve to be treated badly just because I'm an Omega. Mr. Novak has also cracked down on anyone who bullies other students, under his watch. He doesn't allow any sort of prejudice against anyone in his classes. A lot of teachers just ignore what goes on here, but not him. He's the bravest guy I know."

Gregori had reached his schmaltz limit for the day already, he stood and pointed to the cafeteria doors, "None of this has to do with any of you. Now go back to your classes!"

Of course no one listened.

Brent was the next to speak. He slung an arm around Jeremy's shoulders and pulled him close to his side.

"I used to be a real bully until Mr. N straightened me out. He was the first teacher that had the balls to take me down, and when I say "take down" I mean hard, right to the floor."

Some of the students laughed, recalling the day the teacher body slammed Bent to the ground for being a total asshole.

"But after class he took me aside so we could talk in private. Mr. C asked me why I was acting out and you know what, no one ever asked me that before. I really had to think about it but I finally figured out that I was just copying my dad. The old man has always treated women, Betas and Omegas like shit. Mr. N said that way of thinking would leave me as lonely and bitter as my dad. That was when I decided I don't want to be like him anymore."

Jeremy squeezed the quarterback's hand; he smiled and nodded his encouragement. Brent needed all the support he could get, revealing such intimate details of his life.

Brent continued, "I've always had trouble in school. Mr. N helped me when I was flunking some classes. He found someone willing to tutor me for extra credit," Brent looked down at Jeremy, "it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I got my grades up, stayed on the football team and I got a boyfriend out of the deal."

Student after student gave their take on Mr. Novak.
The last person to speak was a senior named Kyle, "I was going to drop of school. When Mr. Novak got wind of it he told me, the only limitations in my life are the ones I set for myself. Because of him and the guidance counselor, I'll be graduating this spring." He waved to the teacher sitting in the corner of cafeteria, "Thanks Mr. Novak!"

Gregori whipped his head to the side, locking eyes with the teacher from across the room. "I knew I smelled Winchester pussy."

He would have loved to steal the teacher's memories, to become Castiel Novak. It would have been sweet justice to kill Sam and Dean Winchester right up close and personal as Castiel. Let the last thing the two baby Hunters see was their trusted Castiel tearing them apart.

Gregori snapped to his senses, this wasn't the time or place. Instead he grabbed his briefcase and the folder then stalked out of the cafeteria. He needed to find a bathroom and clean off as much of the glitter as possible.

Castiel swore that for a moment, the man's eyes shined like the tail of a fishing lure. The teacher chalked it up to nerves.

…..

"Your daddy is gonna be so pissed off at me for showing up, I just know it. Well screw him, I'm his mate and I have a right to help. It's what family does for each other."

Grace gave her mommy a toothless smile and then tossed her stuffed clown doll, Mister Jolly, at Dean; it landed in the passenger seat, sending the baby into peals of laughter. She wasn't much in the conversation department but she was sure cute as a button and had a mean right arm.

"You're a real comedian, kid." Dean popped the first cassette he grabbed into the player. It happened to be one of Castiel's that found its way into the box of tapes.

"What the…Cas, seriously, Bow Wow Wow?"

I know a guy who's tough but sweet
He's so fine, he can't be beat
He's got everything that I desire
Sets the summer sun on fire….

Grace was into it, she wiggled as best she could in a car seat. Dean got into it, the song sort of fit Cas.

Go to see him when the sun goes down
Ain't no finer boy in town
You're my guy, just what the doctor ordered
So sweet, you make my mouth water…

Images of Castiel, on all fours, begging for Dean's great big Omega cock appeared from his collection of awesome memories.

I want Cassie, I want Cassie….

"I am so going to plow that ass on my birthday."

Dean came back to reality when he caught lights flashing in Baby's rearview mirror.

…..

Benny and Cas watched as Wade Pendergrass stormed out of the cafeteria. The teacher spent the next half hour giving his students a pep talk, he assuring them that their show of love and support was most welcome and wouldn't affect the potential outcome of his meeting. When the bell rang, the teacher told them all to go back to their classes. They listened to Mr. Novak.

Once he was alone with Benny, Cas wondered out loud of the Gas-N-Sip still had the "help wanted" sign in the window. "Maybe I'll change my name to "Steve" to hide my shame as a failed teacher."

"Come on now, everything will work out Cas. I have faith. Besides, you don't look like a "Steve".

"Jimmy?"

"Nope, you definitely don't look like a "Jimmy."

…

Dean pulled over and turned off the engine.

"Fuck!"

Grace called from the backseat, "uck!"

"Oh no, don't you dare copy mommy." Dean watched in the mirror as the cop took his sweet time walking over to the driver side window. The Omega's muscles tensed beneath the ridiculous garment he was wearing. "Stay cool…I was only speeding…no big deal".

The officer tapped his fingers on the window and Dean rolled it down.

"Do you know how fast you were going?"

The Omega kept his eyes forward, "No."

"Alright sweetheart, license and registration."

Dean handed both over immediately. "I'm not your fucking "sweetheart" you prick." "Here you go, Officer."

Officer Loomis barely looked at the license. Dean was much too interesting.

"You were going ten miles over the speed limit. What's the big hurry?" The man practically had his head stuck in the open window, if Dean had turned his head; they would have been nose to nose.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was speeding, it won't happen again." Loomis was close enough to sniff the Omega's neck and that was exactly what he did. Dean felt like puking, the guy smelled like greasy diner food and BO.

Grace tossed her tiny, Winnie the Poo plushie at the intruder, hitting the cop on the temple where it harmlessly bounced off. He forgot about Dean for a second and glanced at the baby in back. She had a scowl on her otherwise sweet face. If looks could kill, Loomis would have been dead on the spot.

"Speeding with your baby in the backseat, what kind of mother are you? She is your baby, correct?"

"Oh, now you did it…disrespecting my skills as a mommy…I raised my little brother, you fuck face! I'm the Queen Mommy, time for an ass kicking!"

That was actually what Dean wanted to say, instead he wisely mumbled, "Yes."

"Damn young Omegas getting knocked up left and right, what's wrong with you people?"

Dean heard the cop's boots crunching on gravel as he headed back to the squad car to run the Omega's license and plates.

….

"Goddamn glitter all over Wade's new suit…fucking kids," Gregori gave up trying to de-glitter his clothing and hair and left the bathroom. "Now I have to meet with that cunt of a sister…Wade, buddy, I can't believe you never murdered her."

That was when Gregori spotted a vision in red walking towards him. It was like in the movies when the character seems to move in slow motion although the Omega, it had to be an Omega, was taking long strides and reaching his target in short time.

The tall, built blonde was dressed in a blood red pea coat and carried a wicker basket over one arm. He looked like the hottest Red Riding Hood ever. He extended a graceful hand toward Gregori, a smile on his face, "You are Wade Pendergrass I presume. The lady at the counter said you were prowling the halls."

Gregori took the hand offered and kissed the long fingers, holding on a little too long afterward. "I am indeed Wade, and you are…?"

"My name is Scott and I've come to discuss my step-son, Castiel. You're meeting with him today." Scotty patted the basket, "I'll make it worth your while to give me a moment of your time."

Gregori hoped the basket was full of musky panties, lube and the Omega's phone number; even a shifter needed a good fuck once in awhile. Sometimes it was fun to work for something instead of just taking what he wanted.

….

Loomis handed back Dean's license and registration, "This car is registered to Castiel Novak."

Dean corrected him, "and me."

Yes, and you, this man is your legal guardian and Alpha."

Dean relaxed; there was a distinct advantage to being legally owned. It meant most men stayed clear of Dean in fear of vengeance from the owner. The Alpha wouldn't just take legal action. There were laws older than the ones on the books that were still followed.

"Yeah, he's my Alpha, guardian and husband." He hitched a thumb toward the backseat, "She's our daughter, Grace. Look, I'm sorry for speeding. I'm on my way to see my Alpha, he's a teacher at the local high school, it's really important."

Loomis studied Dean's pretty features, "Think you can handle all this car, sweetheart? I mean, a minivan would be more your speed. This is a man's car."

Dean forced a smile, "I'm sure, Sir. May I go now?"

Loomis handed Dean a ticket, "Points off your license and a fine. If you get caught speeding again your license will be suspended. I don't agree with teen Omegas driving anyway," he gave Dean's clothing an appreciative once over, "At least you've covered yourself." He added, "Your Alpha will be notified and he can deal with you as he sees fit."

Dean waited as the squad car pulled back on the road. He was shaking like leaf, angry, disgusted and yes, a little scared. Things were changing for Omegas, but at a snail's pace. Prejudice was still alive and well.

…..

Salvatore pulled his 1970 Chevy Chevelle into the icy, high school parking lot, the car fishtailed a bit but then righted itself. Sal wanted a muscle car since coveting Baby, Dean's beauty, and now the hit man had one of his own. It was total vanity purchase, but then Sal was a little vain.

He took a moment to go over the documents and covert photographs of Wade Pendergrass meeting up with his pregnant Omega at a no-tell motel. There was even a nice little video of them fucking. Sal liked that the best.

"If this doesn't make you back off, things will get painful pretty damn fast." Sal cracked the knuckles in her bear paw sized hands, "You are a naughty boy, Mr. Pendergrass."

A text came through from "the little woman" as Sal called Terry, mostly to get a rise out of his wife.

"How long will you be? We have to pick out paint for the restaurant this afternoon."

Sal wrote back, "Piece of cake; it won't take more than a few hours tops."

TBC