October brought a dazzling display of fall colors surrounding Singer Salvage and the four month old twins enjoyed being on their fuzzy bear blanket under a maple tree while the breeze shook the jewel like leaves above them. When the occasional leaf fell on or near them, the pair would get a case of the giggles. Their personalities were blooming and motor skills progressing rapidly. They seemed advanced for such tender ages and Dean dreaded the mobile stages like walking and crawling almost as much as he looked forward to them. He had a feeling the twins would be tough to corral.
Ginger's favorite spot was anywhere the babies were, they were warm, cute and needed the protection of her murder mittens and teeth. To the cat, the humans were part of her clowder or colony. Ginger felt they were all very poor hunters though and continuously brought the family mice, chip monks and even rabbits. Occasionally she'd catch smaller things that fell from the sky, things which looked like amalgamations of lizards with sharp teeth and multiple eyes or rodent like creatures bigger than rats and had forked tongues like a snake. She got extra pets and meat snacks for those creatures which one of the big cats would promptly smash under a boot heel. Just as the cat thought, bad hunters. Someone had to feed them.
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For Bobby, there was nothing nicer than drinking good hot coffee and cleaning his guns at the picnic table on a crisp fall day. The hunter had other motives besides enjoying the weather, Sheamus arrived to pick up Alfie and after these long months, the omega announce he was going to stay overnight or longer at the high school where Sheamus was living. This meant Alfie was finally going to have sex and the weapons display was to let the guy know he better treat Bobby's kid with respect. Bobby had come to feel that Alfie was like Sam and Dean, one of his boys although Sam and Dean were his favorites. It wasn't all gun oil and hard stares, Bobby gave the guy coffee and made small talk.
Sam and Dean sat at the table with them but they didn't bother with small talk. The brothers said what was on their minds.
Sam, almost as big as Sheamus but not as square featured as the older alpha, sat up straight and looked him in the eye, "You need to be careful with Alfie. He's kind of like if an alien or and angel crash landed on earth and had to learn everything from scratch, he's innocent and not just…you know. What are your intentions?" Sam clamped his hand on Dean's jiggling thigh, his brother was itching to give the alpha and earful.
The big man folded his hands on the table and spoke honestly, "I'm aware of the unusual circumstances behind the way we met each other with this whole world turned ass backwards thing going on. That said, he's not a rebound or port in a storm. I love him and all his predilections, Alfie in my eyes is beautiful, sweet, unintentionally funny, very smart and he's my angel. I'd like to get married, whatever that means anymore and maybe have a kid or two someday. I think I'd be a good mate, I have military background, I'm an educator and I'm pretty easy going. The most important thing is that I understand him and he understands me, our relationship goes much deeper than I think any of you are aware."
Dean stopped jigging his leg and he looked as if he were pouting, "Well hell, how am I supposed to threaten to kick your ass after saying all that?"
Alfie appeared on the porch along with Cayden. He had on jeans and one of Dean's old flannel shirts. His pretty lips were painted deep red and he wore his diamond earrings given to him by jewel thief Sam. He spotted Sheamus, ran to him, jumped into his arms, climbing him like a monkey and wrapped his legs around the principal's thick waist. He waved to his family as he was carried to the van.
"Bye guys, don't worry about me!"
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The new parents went back and forth about taking the twins to the cabin for a month to see how things were going to go. They'd put blood, sweat and tears getting the it ready for their family and hadn't been there since Dean gave birth. At one point, Sam had gone and planted potatoes in their fenced garden plot and he was itching to do a little digging. The brothers were still wary of being there in the wintertime once the heavy snows set it. Sam's truck was a beast but he wasn't sure what would happen in a snowstorm. That would all be decided later.
The cabin was still standing proudly when they arrived and the solar panels intact. It was a mild enough day for the twins to be on the porch, the same place they were born. They were in eyeshot from at least one parent as the brothers moved fallen branches and check the outside of the cabin over. Sam was startled when he found the twins somehow exchanged pacifiers. How or when they did it, he had no idea. They giggled at the expression on their daddy's face. Sam hauled the wood and started a fire in the pot belly stove while Dean fed Nick and Emma. The older they got the harder they sucked. Dean reminded himself the upside of sore nipples was having Sam rub balm on them which led to other things most of the time.
Dean needed a break so he volunteered to dig up some potatoes for supper and breakfast. He wasn't a gardener and Sam was the vegetable nut in the family, but Dean had to admit it was kind of relaxing being out there with the shovel alone with his thoughts. He made a game of it and pretended he was digging for buried treasure. Every time he pulled out an especially big potato, he'd hold it up and wave it at Sam who was standing at the window, watching him.
While watching his brother, Sam had a brain flash and that long ago dream he'd had of Dean crouched down in a garden was exactly the same as it was right at that moment. Same weather, same clothes, same potato patch. Seeing something in a dream or as a child, drawing it on paper was something Sam didn't care for. It reminded him he was different and he worried these dreams or visions would show something bad. This dream came true but it was a beautiful one.
Over a supper of baked potatoes, Sam told Dean about the pacifier switch, something that took a plan, purpose and advanced motor skills for 4 month olds. He also revealed their giggle fits when he'd noticed the switch.
"I don't know what to tell you, Sam. I still think they know what mood I'm in 24/7 and know when I'm thinking about them. If they weren't ours, I'd be kinda creeped out but being the most beautiful and best babies ever known to mankind, I'm fine with it." He looked down at them with utter love and devotion in his eyes, "We've got awesome kids."
Sam couldn't argue wit that, they were indeed awesome.
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After showing off the number of supplies as far as food was concerned, Sheamus led Alfie into his make shift bedroom where he had candles lit and a real bed, frame and all. It was covered with a weird looking bedspread that the handy dandy principal stitched up in the home economics room. Upon closer inspection, the omega could tell it was made up for towels.
He caught the much smaller male around the waist and growled, "I want you so badly, I hope you feel the same about me. Any second thoughts?" He ground his denim covered erection against the tight little ass.
Alfie pulled away, turned to him, shed all his clothing, and crawled onto the bed cat-like, displaying his sinewy body and every secret place then sat cross legged and gestured to Sheamus, "Your turn." He watched with rapt attention and when the alpha stripped to his birthday suit, Alfie's eyes bugged out after seeing the man's penis standing proudly at attention. "Oh wow, you weren't exaggerating," he rose to his knees and saluted the alpha, "I can handle it."
Sheamus saluted back, "Prepare to board the USS Sheamus, I promise to ease the ship into port as carefully as possible. Godspeed to you, my virtuous darling."
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Abaddon searched Landon Pharmaceuticals for a good month, leaving the more dangerous parts that had been fire damaged for the underlings. Her grandfather was the kind of person to have secret walls, stashes, and cameras everywhere. They found hard drives and footage, all fire and sprinkler damaged and it would take an expert to try to extract any information from them. She needed to know what her grandfather was doing and who started the fire.
The woman knew she would need to go to the mansion but she dreaded it. Abaddon spent part of her childhood there where she remembered being miserable. During her teen years, she had been suspended for cutting a boy with a pen knife. When confronted by the principal and her mother who asked her to apologize to the other student, she answered, "I'm sorry, sorry it wasn't a bigger knife." Her father once told her, she was born screaming and hadn't been a normal baby. At least at her grandfather's home she had free reign to do as she pleased and wanted for nothing.
The vivacious redhead was angry and on a mission. Heaven help the people who started the fire and forced her to revisit the past.
TBC
