Sam Winchester had never been involved in anything like this before, especially compared to his porn loving brother with loads of life experiences, Sam was a babe in the woods, figuratively and literally. The flickering lights from the lanterns, the music, and the smell of young, sweaty bodies plus a mix of pot and alcohol had the alpha completely intoxicated. It was natural for a young stud like Sam to feel terribly horny especially with his defenses down and feeling so high.

He didn't have much time just to observe everything going on around him because one after another, omegas pulled him from the sidelines to dance, if you could call sliding bodies together, grinding, groping and licking a form of dance.

Dean was seated on a large wooden chair reminiscent of a throne, it was placed in the entrance to a massive tent just off the area where they were dancing. He was surrounded by omegas and to Sam, it looked as if they were worshiping him. Dean was shirtless with his small tits and big belly on display. The fragrant oils they applied to his alabaster skin made him look like a statue in the moonlight.

When one of them slid his oily hands down Dean's chest and squeezed, Sam felt a pang of jealousy but perhaps that was the point of all this. He expected Dean to blow his stack over the sexually charged dancing but instead his brother watched every movement with intense interest.

…

Alfie tried pot for the very first time and it only took one draw to get him giggling and a little too philosophical. He didn't feel out of place and everyone there made him feel welcome and a little special. He regaled the others with his stories of being out in the wild world full of those with the sickness, how he was saved, that Bobby, Sam and Dean were his family, that he was going to be an honorary uncle once the baby came and finally his time with Sheamus. The man, according to Alfie, was a wonderful dancer, a big handsome alpha who was in love with him.

"Sheamus knows how to milk goats, shear sheep, build things, and he has the keys to an entire school full of books and food. He is a principle and so smart, oh and he was in the military and can shoot a pimple off a gnat's butt!"

The wide eyed omegas around him listened with rapt attention and asked plenty of questions.

Alfonso asked, "Wow, he sounds great. You are so lucky, Alfie. Why are you here then, I would think you'd never leave him."

Alfie crooked his finger and the others leaned in, "I wasn't going to but Dean wanted Bobby to find someone to love. Bobby lost his wife Karen, years ago and last year he lost Jamie. He acts all cranky but the guy is so nice once you get to know him, he deserves love. As for me, I want to learn everything about our history and culture and other skills, especially horseback riding." He sat back, "Bobby showed me how to shoot and I can make pretty good scrambled eggs but I need to know more. I'm book smart but I guess I'm not that life smart."

They gathered in a wholesome group hug and Alfie could feel all their positive vibes. He would leave this place with having made plenty of true, like mined friends.

So far, this trip had been wonderful.

…..

Bobby escaped to the house for a bit of peace and quiet and hopefully a cup of tea with Rowen. He remembered the offer of a game of chess and that sounded much better than everything going on outside. He also wanted to look into those dark eyes again and see what sort of sparks would fly.

The elder alpha went to the kitchen first but didn't find him there. Was he outside with the rest of the crowd, or maybe he was already sleeping. Bobby went to the omegas bedroom door and wanted to knock but decided against it.

"He might already be sleepin'…don't want to wake him up and look like a stalker…I think he likes me though…I'll let it be for now"

Always in hunter mode, he picked up on a familiar smell coming through the door, it was the cloying scent of fresh blood and the foul smell of viscera. He took out his pistol and kicked the door open then staggered back. This wasn't a complete stranger but someone the hunter had tender feelings for and had good talks with over coffee. The sight of Rowan sprawled on the bed with his body ripped open, paralyzed Bobby as his mind tried to accept what his eyes told him.

"A heart…his heart on the floor wrung out like a dish rag….lamia…get your shit together, Singer,…there will be time to cry later. My boys…gotta save my boys…"

…

Sam woke up on a pile of colorful pillows inside the tent and he was naked along with everyone else around him. Beautiful bodies were locked in the throes of passion and even the music couldn't drown out the wet sounds of hungry mouths and slick holes being filled. He felt a hand on his shoulder and instinctively pulled way.

"It's me, Sammy. You passed out for a second, no more booze or anything else for you tonight." He guided Sam back on the pillows and they lay there holding hands and watching everything going on around them.

Sam could feel eyes around the room watching him, "D, aren't you mad?"

"You seemed to really be into it out there dancing and I wanted to show you off but if this isn't your thing we can leave." Dean gave Sam's cock a squeeze, "Your horse dick feels pretty happy." Dean's words didn't match his despondent expression.

"Come on Dean, I know there's something wrong but I'm too fucked up right now to guess."

"I know this won't make us even, but you can at least you can watch the orgy. I know if the world never went haywire, you'd have your pick of colleges and be excited about this great, new life. There would be prom, graduation and all that crap to look forward to. You'd have your pick of people once you got out in the world…instead your stuck with your knocked up brother."

Still really buzzed, Sam he tried to pick his words carefully, "D, all those things could have happened but they didn't and even if they had, all my roads lead back to you, always. In my heart it has always been you."

Dean flashed his pearly teeth, happy to hear Sam say what he had hoped for, My roads all lead back to you too."

The alpha shrugged his broad shoulders and a sly smile crossed his face, "Besides, I got blow jobs and did other stuff in high school."

"Uh, what? What other stuff?"

Ali appeared, knelt next to Sam and placed his hand over Dean's. It was a way of touching Sam's dick without really touching it. "You weren't kidding, He does have a king Kong dong does this beautiful thing have its own zip code?" It twitched and jerked from the feel of two hands gripping it, much to the Ali's delight.

Dean growled, "Go fuck yourself, Ali. This is a watch only event."

He let out a sigh, "If only I could fuck myself. How about I fuck you instead or the three of us could toss ourselves into that pile of flesh over there and see what happens."

Sam's back arched suddenly as he let out a long moan and shot his load directly on to the dark eyed omega's face. Cum dripped from Ali's lashes and coated his cheeks and full lips. Ali let go, stood up and simply said, "Thank you, Sam" then hurried out of the tent.

The alpha, driven by the sights, sounds, scents and a stranger's hand, put Dean on his hands and knees and gave him a long, slow fuck in front of the others. Afterward, Dean curled up like a good omega in his brother's strong arms, and they fell asleep.

Outside, the zodiacal light harkened in the dawn and a new, terrible day ahead.

….

Bobby sought out Cal and the elders to warn them of the danger and poor Rowen's death, after that, the clang of the emergency bell called people from their beds to gather. Cal stood on one of the tables, shouting for people to take count and his hunters to gather. Sam and Dean pushed their way to the front and Bobby clued all the hunters in on what they were dealing with.

"We are dealing with a lamia, a sort of shifter that shows up as a beautiful man or woman. It's a Greek monster, big claws, rips out the hearts and drains them of blood. These things can be killed with silver so gather your holy people and silver weapons so they can be blessed. Hell, even a sharpened silver butter knife or a blade dipped in silver would work. You can also kill it with salt and rosemary, throw it and light the thing on fire."

Sam and Dean pushed through the crowd of hunters and their first concern was Alfie. Cal gave deference to the Winchesters and Bobby Singer because the seasoned hunters had killed one of these creatures once before.

The thunderous sound of hooves on the road was heard by all. A buff color horse appeared, rode by an omega with long, curly auburn hair. He cast his eyes over the crowd, then dismounted and went straight to Cal who was still standing on a table.

"Cal, where is my brother? I had a dream of him."

Bobby could not take his eyes off the omega because of the striking similarity to Rowen, same hair, same big brown eyes and smattering of tiny freckles.

"Hold it together for the boys, the baby and these people…What about copper curls over there, how do I tell someone his family was killed that way… poor Rownan…"

Bobby vowed to kill the lamia and burn it to ashes.

TBC