Sam Winchester's favorite new hobby was observing his brother and Cody interacting. After school when Cody dropped them off at the motel the drive usually ended with the two in a lip lock and the omegas even did tongue kissing which Sam thought looked like two snails in a wrestling match. Cody would giggle like crazy when Dean talked about things like "pearl diving" or "tube steak". It was just more cryptic Dean- speak to Sam.

Dean usually shooed Sam away to the room but a couple times they forgot he was in the back seat and he got an eyeful.

Curiosity won out over jealousy because acting like a little green eyed monster would mean never getting to see the teens do these mysterious mating rituals. Sam chose to think of himself as a wildlife biologist observing two exotic birds with beautiful plumage. The bonus to not being jealous was the extra affection he received from his brother. It was like a reward for being ok with this relationship.

Prepubescent Sam was a ways off before that important lightbulb moment when your brain and your penis make a connection but once it happened his whole world would change. All these cryptic words and everything he'd witnessed would start to make sense.

…..

For Sam and Dean, watching a movie in an actual theater was a rarity, from the smell of the popcorn with delicious fake butter to the sight and sounds of video games and the claw machine in the alcove by the bathrooms. Even the sounds of their sneakers on the sticky theater floor made Dean smile.

It was Cody's treat and they brought Sam along because every kid needed to see Batman Forever starring Val Kilmer. Dean pointed out that he would make a much better Batman but Val Kilmer was ok because the guy was hot as fuck. Cody agreed. When Sam told his brother he didn't think the guy was that good looking, Dean laughed and said that was because Sam wasn't a fanny bandit then added "not that there's anything wrong with that."

More confusing Dean-speak.

Dean sat in the middle with his guys on either side and he held the jumbo bucket of popcorn Cody bought them so everyone could reach. As he took a draw of his blue raspberry icy, Dean couldn't help but feel bad that he wasn't paying for anything and the money came out of his boyfriend's allowance. Cody said it was a Valentine gift and even if that was true, Dean had to force himself to be ok with it. When you're used to being the caretaker and provider, situations like this could be tough.

"Just shut up brain and enjoy yourself…"

As far as Valentine's Day went, so far this was his best. Cody's hand was on Dean's thigh squeezing and rubbing, giving Dean a chub and a clit tingle under that big bucket. Each time Sam stuck his hand inside for another handful of popcorn he had no idea beneath the bucket bottom was his brother's trapped erection.

Dean was glad the refills were free.

….

May 2nd, 1995

Sam's lips were pursed so sweetly as he slept, looking so innocent and fragile that Dean was overwhelmed by the love he felt for his brother. He was just as fiercely protective and still had tenderness for the now twelve year old though that tenderness felt a little different than when Sam was younger.

Dean waved the breakfast sandwich under his brother's nose which twitched like a bunny, "Saaammy, rise and shine birthday boy."

Sam yawned and stretched his limbs before opening his eyes to find his brother staring down at him. Dean had that look, the one where the wheels were turning in that big brain of his and a twinkle in those big green eyes that belied his true intent. Another word, Dean was up to something.

Sam took the egg and cheese sandwich and his brother flopped down next to him. Dean slid his hand down the front of his jeans and pulled out another wrapped breakfast sandwich.

"What the heck?"

"It was buy one swipe one at the gas station. I could have been a jerk and given you the one my junk rubbed on but it's your birthday so…" Dean got a smirk on his face.

"Aw man, mine better not be a crotch sandwich!"

"Lose the bitch face; I wouldn't do that to you." Dean sniffed the wrapper on his, "Ah, bacon and me."

"Gross."

The omega bit into his sausage and egg sandwich and let out a long mmm, rolling his eyes and licking his lips, "Fucking heaven, I need about three more of these. Someday Sammy, you and me are gonna be flush with cash and I'll come back with a huge bag of these and we can eat until our bellies hurt."

Sam had to admit, for a gas station breakfast sandwich it was pretty tasty. Sam could feel his brother's eyes on him as he ate, it felt a bit eerie but exciting.

Dean flipped the birthday boy on his belly so quick Sam didn't have time to defend himself. "Dean, Stop!"

The omega sounded strangely calm and his voice deep, "You say that, Sammy but I don't believe you anymore. Since you're a big boy now I'll leave your boxers on this year before I spank your little, white ass."

Sam's escape attempts stopped and he tried to turn to try and look at his brother, "Why?"

"Ok if that's how you want it, bitch." Dean yanked down his kid brother's boxers and gave him twelve; quick, hard slaps while Sam wiggled around and yelled, "Get off me you jerk!" It ended with a wrestling match where at one point it was Sam who had the upper hand but Dean remained the victor.

…..

Dean wished he could have given his brother a great birthday like last year where Sam got a bike and a birthday cake but it just wasn't in the cards. Even worse, Dean only had three bucks and they didn't have a scrap of food left. Dean sent Sam off to school on his own that day.

Dean had been pushing his luck by buying small items while stealing the rest of what they needed but he almost got caught the last time at the grocery store. Since the weather turned warm, it looked too suspicious to wear a jacket inside. It was the same thing every year, warm weather meant less food.

If Dean was arrested he knew his dad would leave him to rot in jail and Sam would no longer have him as a buffer. Then his brilliant little brother would either wither or run away.

Dean hitched a ride from an elderly beta at the gas station to downtown. When the man dropped him off he warned Dean about the dangerous, shady people he might encounter. He thanked the nice old coot and set out on his journey.

Dean was ready to walk as long as it took until he found either a way to get money or food. Dumpster diving behind a restaurant or grocery store could sometimes yield some edibles but the weather was too warm to take the chance.

Soon downtown turned into office buildings, café's and other businesses, things looked cleaner and the people well dressed. That was where Dean found a place called Chaton Club. He caught the very faint sound of music and the smell of food. There was a small "Help Wanted" sign placed discreetly in the corner of a tinted window.

He went inside, fully expecting to get thrown out but instead he was beckoned in farther by an attractive, older omega wearing tasteful makeup and dressed in a snug, short, wine colored tunic that hit him mid-thigh. The styling of the tunic was meant to entice men and mock the traditional garments worn by omegas.

The omega stepped out from behind the podium, "I'm Cee, what brings a pretty, young thing like you to Chaton?"

Dean got right to the point, "The help wanted sign. I need cash money."

"Are you good at flirting and waiting tables and do you know your way around a bar?"

"Just so you know I'm sixteen."

"That's not what I asked."

"I'm a quick learner." Dean scanned the waiting area which contained leather chairs, framed artwork of omega nudes, and two different boards on the wall, one with food and drink specials and the other with prices with coded descriptions.

What is this place anyways?"

Cee's wine colored lips stretched around his perfect, white teeth in a smile, "Chaton is an experience."

"So a strip club, because this looks like a fancy steak and stripper joint."

"We have high class entertainment for gentlemen, quality food and drinks."

The omega walked a slow circle around Dean, "Take off that backpack and your jacket." Dean did as he asked and the omega let out an appreciative whistle, "Very fit and tight. You could dance and make a hell of a lot of money." Cee got even closer, "Oh my, you have freckles and those lashes, lips and eyes! It's like heaven sent me angel. I'll get a big, fat commission for you."

"Look, I'm no stripper or whore. I've been in plenty of bars and some strip clubs in my life so serving males having liquid lunches won't bother me. I need to get paid cash."

"I have a feeling you will make plenty of cash."

…

This was nothing Dean was proud of, flirting with men, mostly alpha movers and shakers in expensive clothes. He serving them food and drinks while clad in a virgin white tunic with his bits almost showing. Dean didn't really know what he was doing but that didn't seem to matter. The men loved Dean, the teenager with honest to goodness freckles and an abundance of everything that made a human beautiful and special.

Cee was correct, Dean did make a lot of tips in a very short time and in fact some of the men tipped him every time he came to their table just to get the young omega to hang around longer. It was payment for all the sniffing, squeezes, patting and pinching. The omega was propositioned for sex with promises of jewelry, expensive vacations and cash if they could have him. Then there were the ones who Dean was more familiar with, those who treated him like garbage, the very demanding and critical men. It was all he could do not to pop those offenders right in the mouth.

Unbeknownst to all, they were teasing a tiger restrained by only a silken thread. At any moment Dean could have done them real damage but the cash kept him in line.

They were fortunate.

…

By evening Dean had enough. He was mentally and physically exhausted. Eight hours in fight or flight mode to earn those dollars took its toll. Cee paid him a hundred in cash and Dean got to keep all his tips, no divvying up. His pockets were overflowing for once in his life. Cee begged him to stay until the club closed for the night but Dean just couldn't do it. He caught a bus back to the gas station and walked the short distance to the motel.

….

When Sam opened the door and saw Cody standing there holding a grocery bag and a small, wrapped package the boy was relieved. Dean still wasn't home and he was worried. Having Cody there made him feel better.

"Happy birthday, Sam," he went right in and looked around, "No Dean?"

"No Dean."

"I'm sure he'll be back soon." The omega took two trays of decorated cupcakes from the bag, "I didn't know if you liked chocolate or vanilla so I got both. He was surprised when Sam hugged him.

"Thanks Cody."

….

Dean showed up around nine to find his boyfriend sitting up on the bed watching TV and Sam reading a book.

"Dean!" Sam launched himself at his brother and hugged the hell out of him. "Where were you?"

"I was out making money," he took out handful after handful of crumpled bills and a pile of change from the pockets of his tactile jacket. "Sort this out, Sammy. Cody, order some food for delivery, anything you guys want. I'm gonna take a shower."

Dean stripped, leaving everything in a pile on the floor and once he was in the bathroom both Sam and Cody picked them up. His clothing smelled like cigarettes, booze, food and sour sweat, the kind you get when under extreme stress. There were many questions they both wanted answers to.

…..

During his shower Dean was able to finally relax. He stored his time at Chaton into a neat little box and locked it away with all the other memories. Just another Pandora's Box with a faulty lock.

TBC