Saturday, 6:00 PM

Another loud thump came from right above and Grace once again just shook her head and sighed.

Jack seemed oblivious to the ruckus going on upstairs. He was more concerned about dinner, namely there wasn't any and usually by now their parents had something delicious on the table.

Grace held up two boxes, "What flavor of Hot Pocket you want? I've got pizza or chicken and beef."

Jack protested, "Lousy Hot Pockets?"

"Well gee; sorry about that but since Dad is having a hot pocket for supper then you can have one too."

"What flavor is he having?"

"Whitefish."

He pointed to a box and grumbled, "pizza, whitefish sounds gross."

"Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't like it. Too bad they don't make a tube steak flavor for people like us."

Finally a light bulb went on and Jack understood the whitefish and tube steak references, "You're really gross, Gracie."

She put in two pizza pockets and set the timer. The ceiling rattled shaking a cookie jar off the kitchen cabinet, shattering the pottery.

"How about we eat in the living room and watch movies with volume turned up?"

….

Dean stayed in position over the bed with his ass in the air as his Alpha pounded his snatch until the knot became too swollen and Cas had to stop. This was his pre-punishment for Omegas night out at Magnum that evening.

Cas was uncharacteristically harsh and his language course which Dean found hot as fuck. Before the Alpha pulled out he grabbed what he could of Dean's close cropped hair and yanked his head back. "No shower for you. I want my spunk to be all those filthy strippers can smell. I need to cover up the sweet scent of your juicy cunt." He shoved Dean onto the mattress.

Dean settled on the mattress and let his bent legs fall open so he had access to his clit but Cas smacked his hand away.

"You'll get off when I say so or are you such a whore you can't wait?" He lightly slapped Dean's face, "Is that it, are you a dirty whore Omega?"

Castiel was thoroughly enjoying this. Part of this was payback for Dean embarrassing him at work and a way to regain his position after groveling at his wife's feet to appease Dean's anger. The other part was genuine concern every dancer in the place would be vying for his wife's attention and not for money but to score some pussy.

He trusted Dean enough to know he wouldn't actually fuck a dancer but the place was notorious for their lap dances where Omegas and females sat on a dancers lap and there was rubbing involved. He hated the thought of it but forbidding Dean to do something was the same as giving permission.

Cas felt he'd become a complacent Alpha. Nights like this were necessary for the health of their marriage, both the rough sex and the little bit of freedom afforded his Omega.

Dean even loved it when Cas whipped his ass with a belt until it brought tears to his eyes. If this was his punishment for daring to go to a strip club Dean decided to go more often.

…

Alfie did a little spin for Sam, showing off the long, beige sequin gown that hugged his five months worth of belly and stretched across his little bust line. Everything was covered but it was plain to see he was pregnant and Sam wasn't so sure he liked his fiancée' nipples poking so prominently through the stretchy fabric.

"What do you think, Sam, do I look ok?"

Sam smirked when he looked down and saw the tips of Alfie's black high tops peeking out from beneath the fancy gown, "You are gorgeous and I like your choice of shoes. Where did you get the dress?"

"Oh, it's from the thrift store but my shoes are new. I wanted something comfortable and it only cost twenty dollars. It's pretty stretchy so maybe it could be my wedding dress too."

Sam enveloped Alfie in his arms from behind and placed his large hands over the nice sized bump with the spread of his long fingers practically covering it, "I'm taking my parents up on the offer to help the wedding expenses. It's something I wouldn't normally do but I want the day to be perfect for you, my angel."

The Hallmark moment was interrupted by the doorbell. Dean had come to fetch Alfie.

Dean playfully ruffled up the Omega's hair, "Ready for your first limo ride, half pint?"

The Omega enthusiastically shook his head, "Yes, this is going to be exciting."

Sam pulled Dean aside, "You watch out for my Alfie, he's carrying precious cargo and I don't want anyone getting grabby with him."

"I'm gonna let him have fun, Sam."

Sam gave him full on bitch face.

"Just cool your jets I'll keep an eye on him. No one will besmirch your precious Omega on my watch."

Dean hitched his thumb towards the door, "Ok, little bit, we better get going. Scotty's got a gold purse full of fivers and I've got a sock full of quarters to slip in the strippers g-strings."

Alfie looked up at Dean with his big, blue Precious Moments eyes, "But Dean, I don't have any money."

"Don't worry, elf on the shelf, I can float you some nickels."

…

Scotty moved them to the front of the line by using his size and beauty to catch the eye of the bouncer at the door. It didn't hurt that his long, silver skirt was slit to the top of each thigh and he wore a matching silver crop top to show off his incredible abs, not to mention his silver strapped Lucite heels that made him as tall as a redwood. He flipped his long, icy blonde hair done up like Lagertha from Vikings and flashed his teeth at the hefty, tattooed Alpha.

The man waved them forward and when he got a load of the smokin' hot brunette in leather pants and the pregnant little cupcake next to him, the bouncer stamped their hands and let the three of them in for free. Beauties made for good advertising in any club setting.

There were groans and protests from the other people waiting in line when the Amazon queen, the leather clad sex princess and the pretty little prego got in before them.

The trio ordered a beer, a margarita and sparkling cider and also a tray of appetizers and salted caramel cupcakes, Alfie's favorite.

The MC, an Omega calling himself Esperanza, pointed to the bachelorette table.

"I heard we have a bachelorette party this evening. Who is the lucky Omega?" A spotlight shone on Alfie so he gave the MC a shy wave. "Honey, is this a shotgun wedding?" laughter rippled through the club.

Alfie turned red as a cherry and ducked his head. Dean pointed to his friend and shouted cheerily, "That's my brother's kid in there and no, it's not a shotgun wedding."

The MC gave an exaggerated wink, "Have a great night, ladies!" Dean would normally have been bothered getting called a lady but he decided what the hell, tonight he was a lady.

"Without further ado, I give you the Magnum Stable!"

Alphas that looked like escapees from a high class porno, streamed out on stage wearing too much damn clothing in Dean's opinion. He was less into the stripping and more into the end result.

Alfie was dazzled by the selection of Alphas parading around on stage. He whispered to himself, "So many Alphas."

Scotty pressed his lips to Alfie's cheek and kissed it lightly.

"Remember, sitting on a strippers lap isn't cheating. Think of it as a way to get the juices flowing." Scotty pointed to Dean who was already at the stage, knocking back a beer while ogling the meat parade.

"Be like Dean and loosen up, have a little fun because once that baby comes nights like this are over."

The platter of rich appetizers he'd eaten wasn't sitting right with the Omega. Alfie knew he was going to blow any minute.

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I see it."

….

Sam was relieved the gentleman's club wasn't a sleazy bar. As Spencer promised, Club Venus was very high end and even had an award winning chef in the kitchen. The patrons were well monied males interested in gorgeous Omegas and a good time.

Sam studied the menu while Castiel pretended to do the same. Spencer waved one of the scantily clad Omega waiters over and ordered.

The young brunette in the white sequined booty shorts, white tank top and nothing else pointed to Castiel, "What can I get you, blue eyes?"

"I will have the bacon, blue cheese burger and a beer." He handed the menu over to the young Omega. Castiel squinted at the Omega's name tag, "Tell me Bambi are you old enough to be out this late?"

Sam cleared his throat and nudged his brother-in-law, "I'll have the ratatouille and a beer."

Bambi gave Sam a wink, "Not in the mood for a little something sweet?"

The Alpha handed the menu to him, "No, I get plenty at home, thank you."

Spencer looked from Sam to Castiel with disappoint written all over his face, "How are either of you my sons. For fucks sake this is Sam's bachelors' night out, flirt a little. Just look at that prime trim circulating the room!"

Castiel checked his phone to see if Dean had left any messages, "I hope Dean is staying reasonably in check."

Sam was busy texting Alfie.

Spencer ordered bourbon and a lap dance.

….

"Whoa yeah, baby, shake that big baby maker!"

Dean leaned over the stage and tucked a dollar in Apollo's rainbow g-string as the stripper thrust his junk in the Omega's face. Dean had the urge to yank that offense piece of fabric right of the dude's body and feel up the semi Apollo was sporting.

Apollo hopped off stage, took Dean from behind and crushed his cock against the Omega's gravity defying ass. This patron was so delicious that the stripper considered offering him money for a tumble instead of the other way around.

Alfie felt much better after vomiting up all that rich food but he was tired and that meant the baby was tired as well. When he stepped out of the bathroom a stripper dressed as the Brawny paper towel guy sauntered up to him.

"Hi, beautiful, how would you like to go to someplace a little more private?"

….

Castiel, currently getting a lap dance by a sexy, raven haired Omega dressed like school girl, had no idea what to do with his erection. Dean wasn't there and honestly it was getting a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly the Omega bent over, tiny skirt in the air, exposing his hairless pussy with only a thin bit of fabric between the lips and it was just about in Cas' face.

"You like what you see, baby?"

"Yes, it's lovely and well groomed."

"Wanna take a trip inside my wet little love tunnel?"

"Thank you, your offer is flattering but I'm married to an Omega whose beauty surpasses any Omega in here. You are all very attractive but Dean is otherworldly. At times I have difficulty putting into words just how unique and special he is. Dean is not just beautiful; he's strong and brave and loves me unconditionally. He's also an excellent mother."

The stripper plunked down on a chair next to the Alpha, "Maybe this isn't the place for you. You're a nice guy, go home to your wife and kids."

….

Dean was high on the smell of testosterone and wet as a rain barrel during monsoon season. The strippers didn't give two fucks that he had Cas' scent all over him. Dean had three lap dances before he remembered Alfie and the promise to Sam.

He found Scotty straddled across a strippers lap doing a dry hump and rudely pulled him off.

"I left Alfie with you!"

Scotty's eyes widened, "Oh no, he left for the bathroom over an hour ago!"

…..

Sam handed the little blond stripper dressed like Sailor Moon his phone, "this is the latest ultrasound."

He wiggled a little on the big guys lap because the Alpha was packing, not to mention good looking, "Oh my god, so cute! When is the baby due and did you pick out a name?"

Sam's voice was filled with pride, "the baby is due in February so we have time to figure out a name. My Omega and I are getting married on New Year's."

Spencer came back to the table with his eldest in tow, "Ready to go? This one says misses his kids."

…..

Dean burst into the champagne room to find Alfie asleep on a sectional and a large man dressed like a lumberjack, rubbing his bare feet.

The Alpha growled, "He was tired and his feet hurt. Shame on you for dragging a pregnant little fella like him out into the cold."

Scotty tipped Lumberjack Pete to carry Alfie out to the limo for them.

TBC

A/N The next chapter is Christmas!

TBC