September brought relief from the oppressive heat of August along with a hint of glorious color in the trees. Hunting was on the back burner since the babies were born, each person spent their time protecting the chickens and the homestead from normal critters, the supernatural, sky monsters and the shambling sick.

The family had a hell of a lot of produce to put up and it kept them busy. Pickles, tomatoes, summer squash, greens, carrots, etc. were either dried or canned. Potatoes, yams, and cabbage would be Octobers harvest. They even managed to collect enough berries that summer for a modest amout of jam. They ate the eggs as fast as the hens could lay them but the family managed to preserve some in pickling lime.

Dean kept Alfie busy during the virtuous omega's heat cycle to keep his mind off that mountain of a man waiting for him. The two of them made sky cow jerky together, a laborious task. Frustrated and horny, Alfie dared to speak up to Dean and told him it was his life and he could do what he wanted.

Dean replied, "Sheamus wants a crack at that cherry pussy and you know it. Go now and you'll probably get knocked up and trust me, it's not fun and games. Is that what you want, to start off your relationship with a kid? The heat will be over in about a week and then you can get railed by what I'm guessing is a redwood dangling between those tree stump thighs."

"Dean!" Sam heard the whole thing. Not only did he not want his brother to scare the crap out of the wide eyed omega, he also didn't like the idea of Dean thinking about Sheamus' penis size.

Amused by his brother's bitch face and jealousy, Dean added, "He probably uses a wheelbarrow to lug it around when his back gets tired."

Bobby pointed to the twins napping on the porch in the double stroller, "Stop with the blue talk around my grandkids."

Cayden stayed out of it, not feeling he'd been around long enough to give his opinion on the size of the principal's penis but he bet Dean was in the ballpark.

…..

The twins were three months old now and everyday it seemed they learned something new. No longer bobble heads, Nick and Emma could hold up their heads, rest on their elbows, roll over and make leg motions like two little frogs, it would be just a matter of time before they could crawl. Both bright and alert, they easily distinguished faces, voices and got a feel for each giant's personality. To them, every person was a giant. The babies also learned what expressions got the most reaction. Nick became a raspberry champ, blowing one to get a laugh or when he was especially displeased with something. Emma liked doing happy shrieks when she saw something pleasing like the furry purr, Ginger. They were, for the most part, smiley, chunky little darlings except when they weren't.

Sam and Dean introduced them to infant cereal and applesauce and there was a lot of crying, fussing and spitting out before they got the hang of things and realized cereal and applesauce was pretty tasty.

For Dean, who felt like a dairy cow at times, this was exciting, after that it was formula and baby food. He was half way to the six month mark and the end of breast feeding but this also made him a little sad. The kids only got one shot at a first time for everything but so did he. A first time pregnant, giving birth, breastfeeding, hearing their first giggles, smiles and everything else. Sure, Sam took loads of pictures, the rolls filled a whole drawer now and there was video as long as the batteries held out but that was just capturing the moment.

Sometimes when he was singing in his head, he'd catch the twins watching him intently as if they could hear it to. He did experiments where he'd address them directly but not out loud and he swore they knew he was trying to communicate. Dean didn't share this with Sam because while he was pregnant the omega mentioned maybe he and the babies had a connection that way and Sam scoffed.

It was a strange reaction considering Sam's dose of demon blood and the way he sensed things to not at least consider the possibility. Sam was the one who believed in all sorts of wackadoodle things like angels and Bigfoot and Dean was usually the scoffer. The new mom chalked it up to the alpha not knowing what it was like to carry two humans for nine months.

Dean, fresh from the bath was a sight to behold and Sam couldn't take his eyes off him as he strolled into the bedroom flashing all that creamy flesh blushed from the heat of the bath water. It was all blow jobs and grab ass between them since the twins were born but his brother's body three months after seemed to have snapped back into shape except for his glorious ass which looked rounder than before and that was alright by the alpha. Even his little tits were sexy and the swollen nipples were just begging for a good sucking but so far, they were off limits to Sam, in fact a lot of Dean's body was off limits except his lips, cock and balls.

The teen alpha with the sex drive of a young stallion wanted to change all that but he wasn't sure how to go about it. "Seduction…flirting…just taking what I want…no, no that would be really bad…I could never ever hurt him…he doesn't care about flowers or anything overly mushy…" Sam had fantasies of grabbing Dean and just fucking the hell out of him but that's all it was, a guilt laden fantasy.

Dean paraded around nude in front of Sam and made a show of bending over and flashing him the whole fruit bowl while pretending to rummage through a drawer but to no avail. "What does a guy have to do to get screwed around here…come on Sammy…" They both looked over at the twins sound asleep in their crib then locked eyes with each other. Sam raised his eyebrows when Dean gave him a wink. Big brother grabbed his hand and snuck out of the house, ending up in Baby's backseat.

Sam's paws roved over every freckled inch of flesh, ending with a hand on each swollen breast. He waited for Dean to push his hands away but instead the omega arched his back, wanting more attention. Sam sucked a nipple between his lips and spurred on by the omega's reaction, he rolled and gently squeezed the other between his fingers, eliciting a moan from his brother. The alpha finally got his taste of breast milk, it was thin and sweet like watery honey. This whole act, sucking, smelling and tasting gave him all sorts of feelings besides his body's reaction obvious reaction. It was one of the most intimate things the brothers had ever done and it wasn't lost on Sam on how special this was.

Sam could do anything to him and Dean would take it with a smile. When he felt himself dragged to the edge of the seat, he braced his bare feet on either side of the backdoor frame because he knew what was coming. Sam filled him up and bottomed out, fucking him hard and fast. If there was ever a moment to make a guys eyes roll back in his head and see stars, this was it. Dean was noisy as he wanted to be after staying quiet for so long, no more silent blow jobs for him. Just the taboo of having a part of Sam inside his body.

Ending up stuck together in an awkward position, they ended up on the grass with Dean straddling Sam's lap. The pair made out and every now and then Sam let out a noise when he released again inside his omega. Finally spent, Dean rolled off. It was too cold to lay there and star gaze, the lovers made their way back inside.

…..

Abaddon "Call me Abby" Josie Sands picked her way through what was left of Landon Pharmaceuticals. The fire had destroyed enough of it to compromise the integrity of the building. She wasn't afraid of anything and with her hardhat and work boots that somehow looked stylish, she spent the day along with a crew, searching for clues as to what or who started the fire and how such a thing could happen. Was it an inside job, one of the infected, an outside party, no one knew. It would take a long time to figure it all out but she didn't mind, Abaddon had all the time in the world.

TBC