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

The shifter storyline hails back to chapter 47.

Dean dropped the piece of paper and grabbed an obsidian orb sitting amongst the other objects hurling it across the room. The orb hit the wall to wall mirror near the treadmill. The glass crazed out from the center of impact to the edges. The orb fell to the floor, rolling under the weight machine unnoticed. It glowed briefly then the light faded to black.

…..

"This is barbaric; I refuse to do it."

"Come on Al, suck it up and take it like a man."

"Save that line for prom night, Sam. It doesn't work for science class. Mr. Washington should have let us know ahead of time that today is fetal pig day."

Sam could tell by his boyfriend's folded arms, clenched jaw and dagger stare, that Alfie was as serious as a heart attack. Alfie was one step away from telling Sam and the teacher to go fuck themselves.

"Why does society think that Omegas are docile…I guess these backward thinkers should meet my brother, boyfriend and adopted mom."

Prom night seemed a lifetime away to a typical thirteen year old Alpha, but then Sam Winchester wasn't typical at all. He was thoughtful, had patience and the ability to see another person's side of the story. If Alfie had his heart set on a night, far in the future when they would do the deed, then so be it. Besides, nothing was written in stone.

Sam pictured prom night with Alfie, ankles to ears in the backseat of the awesome car Sam was sure to own by the time he was sixteen. Right now, Sam would have been happy if he could get an up close and personal look at what Alfie was hiding down there. "Someday…"

Marcy Manicotti, her real last name, took a walk past Sam just to show off her sweater puppies. Sam turned beet red as he tried his best not to ogle.

Mr. Washington's class of newbie teens were gnawing on his last nerve. He noticed Sam Winchester tracking Marcy with his eyes. The teacher barked, "Winchester is there a problem?"

"N-no Sir, we were just deciding who was going to dissect the fetal pig."

Mr. Washington solved the dilemma for both of them, "Alfie, you wussed out on frog day so it's your turn to do the dissecting. Sam will take notes."

Alfie protested, "Do other schools still do this stuff? I swear this place is built on a Hell Mouth. This is some straight up bullshit!"

Washington snapped his fingers then pointed to the door, "Alfie, principles office, now!"

Alfie happily marched out of the room; there would be no fetal pig day for him.

Stuck with doing the dirty work, Sam resigned himself to the task at hand but just then, Sam heard a familiar sound off in the distance. It was the unmistakable rumble of the Impala. "Dean is here!" He glanced up on the clock and found there were still thirty five minutes until lunch. "He must be here for Cas."

All Sam could think of after that was finding his brother and getting the scoop on Dean's visit. That would mean traversing the halls of the high school but Sam Winchester was a very brave kid.

…..

Salvatore flashed his most charming smile at the plain looking, young woman sitting at a desk, "Good morning, sunshine."

Instantly, sour and single Marilyn perked right up, "Good morning, how may I help you?"

"I'm looking for a Mr. Pendergrass, he has a meeting here today and I have very important papers to give him before that meeting."

She made it to the counter in record time in order to get a closer look at this interesting, mountain of a man. "You need to sign in, Mr…?"

"Bello, Salvatore Bello, but you can call me Sal." He noticed her nametag, "Marilyn."

Do you have ID?"

Sal signed sheet with a flourish then handed her his driver's license. He didn't like the fact this woman now knew who he was. He assured himself that everything would go just fine.

"I have no idea where Mr. Pendergrass is at the moment. He sure is popular."

"How so?"

"Well, first a group of students blindsided him in the cafeteria and then a striking, Omega came in asking for him."

"Hmmm, what did the Omega look like?"

"A very attractive, blonde, he was well over six feet." She tapped the sign in sheet, "Scott Novak, I guess he's related to the teacher."

"Scott Novak is here?" Sal quickly decided it had nothing to do with him.

He took the young woman's hand and kissed it, "grazie, mio caro."

…

Scotty prattled on, extolling the virtues of Castiel Novak while Gregori pretended the Omega was very interesting and important. The shifter had his eyes laser locked on the blonde's nursing tits that strained against a tight, Nordic patterned sweater. Two of the reindeer were distended from the hard, plump nipples pushing at the knit.

There were some good things about humans, and tits were at the top of this shifters list. He'd had breasts in many forms before but found them too distracting.

"…and that is why Cas should continue teaching here." With that, Scotty lifted the heavy wicker basket off the coffee table in the teachers' lounge and dropped it directly on the shifter's boner.

Gregori let out a loud grunt; it felt like his human form dick had broken in half. Luckily for a shifter, pain and injury were only a temporary inconvenience.

Gregori opened the basket to find fancy baked goods and not a single pair of used panties in sight. He lifted out a carefully crafted napoleon, "Pastries, I thought when you said it would be worth my while, you meant something …different."

Scotty pretended he didn't know what the man was talking about. The Omega was sick and tired of some men assuming he was willing to barter sex for favors. In other circumstances, Scotty would have smashed the napoleon right in the jerk's ugly mug but he reminded himself this was all for Cas.

"I'm not much of a cook but I recently found out I'm quite a talented baker. This is my "thank you" for taking the time to listen to me." Scotty stood, turned away from Wade and slipped his red pea coat on, "You can have the basket." He wanted out of there in case things turned ugly.

An unwanted arm snaked around his trim waist, the Omega felt something the size of a penlight poking his ass.

"Bakery is poor compensation for my allowing Castiel to stay on as a teacher." The shifter was strong, stronger than any human. He could have easily taken Scotty right then and there but enjoyed the thrill of the chase and the teacher's lounge was a poor place for rape and murder.

Quick as lightening, Scotty grabbed the decaf Bun carafe from the coffee maker, whipped around then smashed it over the perverts head. Before the man could react, Scotty dashed out the door, ran through the halls and out the double doors to his vehicle.

Once inside, he locked all the doors. The Omega sat there trembling, clutching a can of mace in his shaky hands.

Normally someone like Wade would have received much worse from the Omega, than a coffee pot smashed over his head, but there was something about Wade that told Scotty escape was his best option. Scotty had spent almost his entire life on guard from dangerous men and his instincts hadn't failed him yet.

As soon as Scotty got home he took a long hot shower to wash away the feeling of failure and Wade's unwanted touch. He decided not to tell anyone about the incident until after Castiel's meeting.

…

"I will fix that Omega, right after Sam and Dean Winchester." Gregori slammed his fist against the bathroom mirror, not only breaking the glass but also cracking the wall behind it.

Years ago Hunters swept in and all but eradicated his familial clan of shape shifters, including Gregori's offspring. This was due in part to the Campbell family. The shifter had vowed to kill off every single Hunter he could find, starting with members Campbell bloodline. He was upset to find Mary Winchester was already dead but pleased to find she had married and had two sons. Then John came up as a literal dead end but luckily the sons were alive and kicking.

Just recently, an unknown beacon called out to him. Gregori tracked the energy pulse to the Spencer Novak home. There he found silver guarding every door and window and that told the shifter that at least one Hunter dwelled within.

The bathroom door opened and in walked a group of boys, shoving, laughing and talking loudly.

Gregori cringed.

The shifter, at this point, didn't give a damn over hiding himself from teenagers. He simply pictured a lovely new suit and instantly the shifter was clothed in Armani. The suit was many steps up from the off the rack piece of crap Wade had worn, While he was at it, the shifter gave himself a fresh, glitter free head of hair.

A gasp was heard behind him. "Dude, how did you do that?!"

Gregori spun around to face the teens and rumbled, "Magic" scaring the crap out of all three.

"Next stop, the harpy sister and finally Castiel…then things will really get interesting."

The door opened once again but instead of teenagers, an impeccably dressed, handsome man about the size of a gorilla entered. Salvatore barked, "Out", the teens didn't need to be told twice, they stampeded for the door.

Salvatore looked down at the much smaller man with thinly veiled disgust on his face, "You are a difficult man to find."

…..

Dean rapped his knuckles on the counter in order to get the females attention. Marilyn barely looked at him, "Yeah?"

"Hello to you too, sister, I'm looking for Wade Pendergrass."

Grace stretched her chubby little arm, trying to reach the shiny bell on the counter. Dean leaned her closer and Grace touched the bell, the baby broke out in surprised giggles when it made a ringing sound.

"You and everyone else are looking for Mr. Pendergrass."

"Who else is looking for him?"

"A tall, blonde Omega dressed like a dude version of Red Riding Hood, and a stone cold babe named Salvatore. The blonde left already."

"Scotty and Sal."

She pushed the sign in sheet towards Dean, "Sign in. Do you have your student ID?"

Dean showed her his ID. He had almost forgotten that technically he was a student here. The Omega didn't miss high school one bit.

…

Salvatore sat too close for comfort in the bleacher, practically knee to knee with Gregori. The shifter went through the motions of acting surprised and upset as he read the report and went through the photos. Sal tapped a finger on the photo of Wade and his side piece fucking doggie style, "That one is my favorite. I bet your old lady will be pretty pissed off when she gets her copies. The gravy train is gonna run dry if you don't play ball and get off Castiel Novak's back."

Gregori checked his watch, time was a wasting. He pushed the report and photos against Sal's chest. "Fine, great, I'll do what you want."

Sal grabbed him by the silk shirt, twisting the fine fabric in his paw, "Just like that?"

"Yes."

"Sal shook Gregori a few times then let go of his shirt, "Well, that was easy."

The double doors burst open and students in athletic clothes poured inside.

Gregori shuddered at the sight, sound and smell of teenagers; his dislike for them had turned to pure loathing.

Sal was a little disappointed, he felt the man was pure scum and in need of some extremely painful, impromptu dental work. His mission accomplished, Salvatore strode through the crowd of curious kids and disappeared.

A dodge ball flew through the air directly at the shifter, slamming into his Wade nose. A couple of kids ran over to see if the stranger was ok.

Gregori screamed, "You are all on my list!"

A gawky girl answered back, "Well smell you." Quite a few started laughing at the shifter.

The shifter stormed out of the gym, cursing a blue streak and leaving behind a trail of blood droplets from his gushing nose. The shifters day officially sucked.

…

Castiel sat alone in an unused conference room, sipping cold coffee as he watched the minutes tick by.

"Ten more minutes…"

….

Millie rose from her desk chair and stretched out her arms to hug her brother Wade, "Little brother, it's been forever!"

The shifter reluctantly hugged the leathery old bitch then backed away, afraid she might try to touch him again. "I don't have time to chit chat."

"Well I think you can make time for me, Novak can wait."

Gregori slammed her head against the desk top then let the woman fall to the carpet, "I said, I don't have time to chit chat!"

…..

Grace spotted Sam before Dean; her uncle was almost as tall as the tallest high school boys and easy to see. The baby started wiggling all over. In her mind she could reach Sam faster than her mommy could walk.

Sam jogged over, coming to a halt right in front of Dean and Grace. He gave his big brother the up and down, taking in the Omega's outfit.

"Dean, what the hell are you wearing?"

TBC