After the lunch room incident Dean became a celebrity around the school especially among the Omegas. They looked upon Dean as a leader, a trailblazer in this world where many saw them as second class citizens because of their sex. Many recognized him from the magazine cover from a while back and saw Dean as hope for the future. An Omega could find a decent guy, get married and have a family and also be a strong, independent person who demanded respect.
Dean was approached by two fellow seniors with a plan to form an afterschool support group and they even asked Dean to be the leader. He agreed on the condition the leader should rotate every meeting so everyone involved got a chance to take the helm.
Their first meeting was supposed to take place in the student lounge area but Dean was hungry and since no one was there to stop him, he picked the lock on the big service window gate, hopped over the counter and loaded up on individual milk and juices, cookies and fruit for everyone. It was better to ask forgiveness than permission, if he even got caught that is.
Alfie tagged along as a sort of group mascot even though he wouldn't start high school until the following year. Sam had begged Dean to let Alfie go to the meetings and per usual, Dean caved when caught in the gravitational pull of Sam's hazel puppy eyes.
Sam also secured himself as the group recorder. With laptop set up on one of the cafeteria tables, he was more than ready to help out. Dean warned him a rooster in the sorta hen house might not go over too well. Sam said he was willing to take the chance and would leave if there was any protest to him being there.
Dean had his doubts that all of Sam's motives were pure, he was going to be a freshman next year and for someone of Sam's tender age, being surrounded by every pretty boy in high school was a temptation too hard to resist. Of course Dean knew Sammy was harmless and respectful so if the kid wanted some fapping material for later, so be it. He'd let the others decide.
Omegas began to drift in, some honed in on the snacks and others went to inspect Sam. Before he knew it, Sam was surrounded by curious older boys. His hair was sniffed, and even his neck was licked by a few of the freshmen. Poor, lucky Sam sat stock still, like cornered rabbit, waiting for a clowder of feral cats to decide if they were going to attack. With no control over his body's reaction, the teen popped a boner. He was glad he wore his flannel shirt untucked and the table hid the denim tent.
Dean found the whole thing amusing. He leaned over and whispered, "Wanna leave yet, Sammy?"
Sam whispered back, "I have to pee."
"So go pee."
His brother bolted out the cafeteria doors.
Alfie was worried, "Is Sam ok, should I go check on him?"
It took all of Dean's strength not to burst out laughing. "No, I'm pretty sure he can handle things himself."
Once everyone was seated Dean got the ball rolling.
"My name is Dean Winchester Novak and I'm a proud Omega. When Eric and Isaiah came to me with their plan to form an Omega support group, I thought it was a great idea. When they asked if I would lead the meetings I felt it would be better to rotate leaders. We came up with the name "Brothers of the Sisterhood" to encompass all kinds of Omegas."
Sam whispered to his brother, "So the initials are BS?"
"Shut up Sam."
They went around the room doing introductions.
Alfie was the last one to do an introduce himself. Dean first explained to everyone that the kid would be a freshman next fall and he felt Alfie was a good example of a young, well rounded Omega. "Plus he can be our mascot. I mean look at him, the kid is adorable."
The others agreed this baby Omega was indeed so adorable the only thing cuter would be a basket of puppies or two kittens in Christmas stocking. They did a show of hands and it was agreed, Alfie could stay.
Alfie pulled out a gallon size zipper lock bag full of handmade bracelets he'd braided for everyone. The bag was passed around and each Omega put on one of the colorful bracelets.
Normally never short on words, Alfie found himself tongue tied as he stood in front of the group of older teens. Dean gave him a nudge, "Come on, Alfie, next year you're gonna be in this group for real so you might as well get used to it. They won't bite."
In a shaky voice he began the meaning of the bracelets. "The cords are made of silk, I chose silk because even though it appears delicate and feels soft, silk is actually very strong."
Murmurs of approval went through the group.
"A-and the colors…" he plucked at one of the cords, "I picked red because it stands for love and passion but also strength, power and determination. The green is for nature and fertility because as Omegas we are the most fertile, green is also a very stable and healing color and I think we all need a little healing. Blue means stability, faith, wisdom and truth. Let the bracelet be a reminder that you belong to a worldwide sisterhood of brothers and you are not alone."
Dean hopped to his feet and started the applause and the others followed. Sam appeared, back from his stint in the bathroom looking much more relaxed. "Did I miss anything?"
All eyes were back on Sam; he scurried back to his place next to his brother and focused on the screen of his laptop. Dean opened up discussion to address the pubescent elephant in the room
There was a heated debate on the good and bad points of having an Alpha, even a baby one, sit in on their meetings.
"He's nice now but in a few years he'll be like all the others." It would be good to educate a young Alpha." He's cute, we should let him stay!" "You can't judge one Alpha by the actions of others." "Would it make us look bad to ban him?" "Why can't we have our own safe spaces, do we always have to share?" "He's not one of us, we need a safe environment."
In the end it was agreed an Alpha, no matter how young, nice or cute, had no place in an all Omega group where it was important for all to speak freely and be comfortable. Eric added, "Sam, he can help with our newsletter as a compromise, just not during our meetings."
A freshman Omega caught Sam's eye. The dark haired teen was dressed in a long, peacock blue tunic with jeans underneath and wore a pair of black Chucks. He stood out from the rest not just because of his clothing but also he had the longest hair of any of them, done in a shiny braid with a jeweled cord at the end. The kid couldn't take his eyes off Sam Winchester.
Alfie was too busy getting to know another young Omega to notice.
Sam recorded everyone's contact information to compile a list to be given to each member. I there were ever any emergencies or if someone needed a shoulder to lean on the others could help and support.
Dean thought the meeting went pretty well. It was important to get the group established so when the seniors graduated the others could take over and welcome the new group of Omega freshmen into the fold.
The Brothers of the Sisterhood took hold across the nation into schools, youth centers, scout groups and other organizations. In Dean's lifetime he would witness its spread to other countries, even to places where Omegas were the most oppressed and in danger.
Change was a beautiful thing.
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March, three months until graduation.
Head cocked and a look of contemplation on his handsome, stubbly face, Castiel examined one of the huge posters promoting the senior prom coming up in April. The official prom theme was "Mardi Gras" and the poster had an elaborate Venetian mask across the top surrounded by colorful strands of beads. The official song for the king and queen, "Lost in Your Eyes" by Debbie Gibson.
"I'm always lost in Dean's beautiful, shamrock colored eyes." At least this morning they were the color of shamrocks. Castiel new this because he stared into them for a long time after spending a good hour with his face and dick buried in pussy. Needless to say they had been late for school.
"Dean is not a school dance sort of guy. It doesn't hurt to ask though…how wonderful it would be to squire my mate to the social event of the season! Am I a school dance sort of guy? I've never been to one before…"
Castiel was so confident Dean would go with him the teacher bought two tickets.
…
Dean felt relaxed driving baby with one hand on the wheel and another on his man's muscular thigh. Grace was snug in her car seat, bopping her head to "Sweet Home Alabama". Her mother was happy to find she had decent taste in music.
The music was rudely interrupted when Castiel popped out the cassette and put in one of his own. Dean couldn't believe his ears when Debbie Gibson's voice filled the cabin of the Impala. When Castiel started singing "Lost in Your Eyes" proud and out loud, Dean's first impulse was to pop out the offending tape and send it flying out the window.
Grace apparently had heard this song many times before during her daddy and daughter times because the tot tried her best to sing along with her dad even though she was much too young to have a decent command of the English language so it came out as babble punctuated by a few recognizable words.
Dean was trapped in the off key duet by two of the people he loved most in the universe and kept his lip zipped till the song was over then he turned the stereo off.
"What gives? You know the rules, driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cake hole."
An suddenly emotional Cas looked right at Dean with what was called "heart eyes", "Did you know that theme song for senior prom?"
"Good to know."
"I've never been to a school dance before."
"Because you were a dork, right?"
"Yes."
"Sad."
"I didn't have a special person to dance with until I met you."
"Even sadder."
"Dean, if I bought you a corsage would you wear it?"
"Cas, would you go to prom with me?"
"Yes! I-I mean sure, I'll take you to prom if you want to go."
"I'll have to buy a couple tickets."
"I already bought them."
"Cas, do you want a corsage?"
"Don't be silly; corsages are for women and Omegas but perhaps a boutonniere to match your corsage."
Dean wondered how far his husband wanted to go with this whole prom thing. "Do you want me to wear something…festive?"
"Yes, a form fitting dress with a plunging neckline to show off your titties and red lipstick to accent your sinful mouth. Perhaps a nice collar to let every student, teacher and chaperone know that you're my property and I'm the only one who gets to fuck you. I'll bath my face in your slick so the scent of you will roll off me in waves, driving every male there mad with jealousy." was what Castiel wanted to say but instead what came out was, "festive would be nice."
TBC