This had to be something serious or Dean would have never turned down a cuddle and look so distraught. Sam swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, he patted the mattress, "Come sit with me, D." Dean sat next to his alpha then handed Sam a bundle of something wrapped in course brown paper. Sam got that signature frown on his face, the one where his brows knit together and he got those worry lines in his forehead. He unrolled the paper and found different plastic sticks inside and he had no idea what they were. Sam first sniffed them because they had a faint scent of his brother's urine, he found they all had one thing in common, two pink lines. Sam looked to Dean who had his eyes on the floor, then back to the tests and it finally dawned on the alpha what they might be.

"Dean, these are pregnancy tests, right?"

"Yeah, Sammy I've been trying to tell you for a week now but I didn't want to ruin your Christmas and honestly, I kept chickening out." Sam checked and sniffed them all again. Dean wanted an instant reaction, good or bad because silence wasn't helping, "Well say something, don't leave me hangin'." Sam rolled them back up in the paper and placed the tests on the nightstand.

He enveloped Dean in his arms and kissed him full on mouth to let him know it was ok and not to blame himself without actually saying it. He knew his brother and how Dean blamed himself for everything. The omega collapsed into his embrace, giving into whatever was going to happen.

"He's hugging me…maybe he won't resent me after all…maybe it'll be ok…."

Sam used his gentlest voice, "When do you think this happened?"

"I went into heat right around the time I rescued you from that creepy mansion laboratory. Remember we stayed at a motel and we fucked all night. Normally I'd avoid you when I'm ripe and ready but circumstances, yah know. This is my fault, I shoulda got another room."

Sam could feel his brother tensing up again, "Hey, I was there, so if you want to play the blame game then include me. I wanted you. I always want you, Dean."

On impulse he slipped his hand beneath his brother's robe to feel Dean's nonexistent belly, finding only firm muscle and smooth, tight skin. He murmured, "pregnant princess."

Dean pushed him off and stood, "Is this how you're going to be now? Touching my belly and saying stupid crap like that?"

The alpha pondered that for all of a second before replying with a firm nod, "Yeah."

Dean suddenly left the room and came back holding a piece of paper, handing it to Sam, "Remember this and those dreams you told me about? They seemed kinda wacky to me at the time but what if your drawings and your dreams were actually prophecies."

Sam smiled slightly as he looked at the old picture, "You kept it."

"Yeah, it's from you. I have everything you've ever made me."

"I'm no prophet, D," he gave it back, "I'm tainted with demon blood."

"Stop with the demon blood garbage, Sammy, this all means something."

Dean wobbled on his feet and Sam could tell exhaustion had gotten the best of him. He caught the omega in his arms, "You need to sleep. Promise me we'll talk about this tomorrow."

Dean, his eyes already closed, mumbled something.

Sam carried him back to his bed and tucked him in next to Alfie who was pretending to sleep but actually had his eyes open just a crack. Sam made it to the door before saying, "Goodnight, Alfie."

"I swear, I'm not awake."

Sam chuckled.

He spent a good chunk of the night just thinking, "Will I be a good dad…can I take care of a baby as good as Dean took care of me? I can't fail…what if I fail…what kind of world is this for a baby…my baby, our baby…Dean needs a doctor…supplies…do omegas even breast feed…babies drink goat milk…I have to find goats…what about our blood, will the baby be fully human…"

That night Sam dreamed of his hard earned scholarship and what his first year at Stanford would be like. In it, he strolled around campus flying high on the energy and excitement when he entered a majestic building for his very first class. Sam was free and the world was his for the taking, no monsters or sickness, no hunting and sacrifice except in regards to his own future, and no baby.

He was happy.

The next morning when the teen recalled the dream, he felt guilty for even having it and for hoping it was a prophecy instead of wish, that the world could go back to normal and all was well. Something else happened that morning, he felt excited a giddy and his mind raced with all the possibilities.

"Boy or girl or boy with extras…its already decided and I don't even know and that's going to drive me crazy….our baby will be adorable and smart…a blank slate to fill with all our knowledge…I know one thing, I won't raise it like Dad raised us…"

The alphas need to protect was fierce and heaven help anyone who got between him and his family.

…. .

When Dean woke up, he didn't feel refreshed and ready for the day, only concerned about everything he'd laid on his brother. If Sam ran away, Dean wouldn't have blamed him one bit. Sam had done it several times as a kid, ran away when things got to be too much and all he wanted was a bit of freedom and space of his own.

Right now, Sam should be thinking about prom and graduation instead of wondering how to change a diaper. Dean felt like the lousiest big brother in the world because it was his responsibility to make life as safe and good as possible for his baby brother and he had failed.

It was Bobby who knocked on the door and walked in instead of Sam. He set a mug of hot decaf on the nightstand then plopped down on the desk chair and took a swig of his own coffee. The alpha looked tired today, no pretending to be wide awake and ready to take on the world, even tough guys needed a break.

"Sam is downstairs cooking us breakfast, that boy should stick to cereal but he's trying his best. Dean, he told me about the baby."

Dean bolted out of bed and yelled, "What the hell, I wanted to tell you when I was ready!"

Bobby stood and took him by the shoulders, "Settle down, son. Sam didn't want you worrying about when and how to tell me. He told me, and I quote, "Dean is pregnant and I'm going to step up and be a great dad. Take it or leave." then he gave me that damn puppy dog look. I admire him for telling me straight up, it couldn't have been easy."

Bobby could see Dean was close to tears, that those big green eyes were just ready to spill over. For him, this wasn't typical but given the circumstances, Bobby understood. Besides, there was no shame in crying, the alpha had done enough of that the last few months in private.

Bobby handed Dean the coffee to distract him, "I know we haven't talked in any depth about what you two have going on but a baby makes it all pretty damn real. I just want to tell you, its ok, things happen and when they do, we deal with whatever life throws our way. I'll support you both any way I can. You're my boys."

He left Dean with some parting words, "I ain't changin' diapers…well I might if have to but I won't like it. Come get breakfast."

Dean cried quietly as he drank his coffee. He didn't want to cry but there was no stopping it. The tears were mix of relief, grieving his former life and just because.

The cat was out of the bag and there was no going back, only forward. Dean swallowed down the remnants of the terrible coffee, washed his face and brushed his teeth then headed downstairs to see what gastronomic monstrosity his darling brother had created.

….

Alfie choked down the pancakes that were somehow greasy and dried out at the same time and did it with a smile because Sam was watching him, "Mmm, great breakfast, Sam!" Then Sam smiled and it was like the sun, all dimples and pretty teeth. It was worth the lie. The mood around the table seemed a bit lighter and the conversation easier. Alfie assumed it was due to the fact everyone here now knew Dean was pregnant and the pervasive gloom over the household had lifted a bit. He was glad for that because it had been like living with three cranky wolves ready to snarl and snap. Dean looked better today, not that Dean could ever look truly bad given how beautiful he was. Sam was buzzing with energy and he smiled a lot. Bobby was truly the papa bear here, eyes bouncing from one person to the next to make sure everyone was ok. Alfie silently appreciated how safe he felt here among them and that he had food to eat. He was wearing Dean's old hand me downs from when the guy was around fifteen and they were still too long and too big but he appreciated being warm and having clean clothes.

Dean interrupted his thoughts of gratitude.

"I'm gonna call Cal today, let him know we're bringing you next week. I got to get permission, not just anybody can show up there. Sam can stay here and hold down the fort."

"Hey, I want to go too. I want to see this compound and Cal's home plus I need to get to know this guy who for some reason left you his house in his will." Sam still thought that was pretty weird and was skeptical of the whole thing.

"No way, I don't want you there."

Now Bobby was curious, "There's no harm in Sam coming along. What's the big deal?"

Dean had an honest to goodness pout now and grumbled, "Sam is too hot to go there. All those bitches just waiting for someone like him to stroll in, a big, young stud with a redwood between his legs…bitches."

Bobby rolled his eyes, "Stop with the redwood stud talk. That's more than I needed to know. We need some sorta ground rules."

"Sorry Bobby, but you've seen it, that thing should have its own zip code!"

Alfie asked innocently, "Is that why Dean has bow legs?"

Bobby, realizing that was as good of an apology he was going to get, brought up more serious things, "We need to talk about supplies for this bun in the oven. What do we have so far and what do we need?"

"Me and Alfie got loads of cloth diapers and diaper pins, we got pacifiers, those kid backpacks, diaper covers, some prenatal vitamins, breast pump, baby bottles and uh…I think that's it."

Alfie added, "Also two packs of diapers and two containers of formula. There were no strollers or cribs, bouncers or playpens. They were out of a lot and I doubt there will be supplies coming in."

Dean began to reminisce about his time raising his brother, "Sam didn't even have a crib. I made him a little nest in a dresser drawer at night until he got too mobile and then he slept with me. When I ran out of diapers, I used towels and that didn't go so great, this kid had the biggest poops and smelly!"

Mortified, he gave his brother major bitch face, "Stop talking, no one wants to hear that."

The bitch face only got Dean talking more, "He cried a lot too. When I ran out of formula, I'd replace it with coffee creamer but he barfed it up. I tried lifting some but they come in those big cans, same with diapers in those big packs." His voice turned melancholy, "Dad always came back with diapers and formula eventually."

Sam was writing in notebook, jotting down all the things they needed. "We need to find you a doctor."

"You boys let me worry about that. I've got connections. There ain't no way he's going to stroll into a clinic with all this sickness goin' on even if he could get in."

…

The next evening after supper, Bobby and Dean left to meet up with one of Bobby's connections and much to Dean's chagrin, Sam insisted on staying behind. Not a half hour after they were gone, Sam left but not before giving Afie strict instructions.

"Don't unlock the door for anyone except us, if something or someone breaks in, hide but bring your gun. Shoot if you have to and don't hesitate."

Once alone, the omega took the opportunity to explore and his first stop was the attic to see what marvelous things it might hold. There he found a wardrobe of clothing once belonging to Karen Singer and a long, sparkly, navy blue dress caught his eye. He pulled it out and held it up to his body, admiring his image in the mirror on the door. The material felt plush and velvety and a sequin flower gathered the material at the hip.

"Dare I try this on? I do dare, dare to do, what the heck."

He yanked off his clothes excitedly and slipped on the dress. It was a snug fit because of it was sized for a female figure but he made it work. Seeing no harm in borrowing it from whoever owned it, he carefully picked his way down the stairs and to the kitchen where he made a cup of tea from a used bag.

Alfie then put on a record from Bobby's collection. It was Cass Elliot singing "Make Your Own Kind of Music" and the omega twirled around, singing at the top of his lungs.

You're gonna be knowing
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do…..

Then the doorbell rang and ruined his beautiful moment.

….

Sam parked just out of view of the cameras and waited in the truck for the right moment. He had a thermos of watered down coffee for company, along with a pistol, extra clip, mask, flashlight, bear grade mace a crowbar and his lock pick kit.

Bobby would have said he was full of the devil but it was virus and demon blood coursing through his body and the devil had nothing to do with it.

TBC