Doctor Kuhl was happy to see Dean Winchester again. He'd gone off the radar and hadn't come back to get refills on his birth control. She worried that Dean became another runaway or kidnapped, married off, or ended up as an incubator for childless couples. Marion Kuhl had seen and heard it all.

The teen was no longer the embarrassed baby omega on his first visit to the doctor. Dean was taller, fleshed out, and despite the hardness he projected, it did nothing to dull his beauty.

"Hey Doc, tell me my wing is all healed up and I can get rid of this sling."

"Well let's see." She pointed to the x-ray, "this is the area of the break and you can see where the bone has healed very nicely, the younger you are the quicker you heal. You're officially sling free."

Dean already had the sling off and was moving his arm around, "Man, it's great to get rid of that thing! My arm feels kinda wimpy though."

"A few weeks of strengthening will take care of that. I'll have the nurse give you a print out of exercises and how many reps. How are you feeling otherwise?"

"I've been off birth control for a couple months now."

"I can help you with that. I imagine it was difficult."

"Yeah, it makes my heat cycles easier and I'm not so moody, plus I don't wanna get knocked up. Not that I'm looking for trouble but just in case. My ex-boyfriend was an omega so I didn't have to worry," Dean shrugged, "but better safe than sorry."

"I think those are great reasons to get back on birth control." She left and came back with a white paper bag and handed it to the omega, "here is a six month supply. We have a program now where omegas that are in lower income groups can receive supplies for free. Would you like some condoms?"

Dean took the bag from her only because he needed them, "I'm not some charity case."

"I never said you were, Dean. This is a program to help teens and young adults. It's a way for you have control over your own body and not have to ask for permission." She came back with a bag of assorted condoms and lectured the omega on why he needed to use them. Dean thanked his doctor after reminding himself that she was one of the good adults.

….

Sam sucked the onion out his onion ring then ate the coating. Dean thought about telling him to knock it off but there was something kind of fascinating about the whole process, at least when Sam did it. Sam for his part watched Dean every time the omega dipped his straw into the chocolate malt, pulled it out and then ran his tongue down the straw, followed by sucking the malt from the inside.

Bobby scanned the paper for weird deaths or something that smacked of the paranormal. Instead he found an ad for a carnival going on and showed it to the boys. "Maybe you two want to check it out, go have some fun. Dean can dust off that license of his."

Sam saw a drawing of a clown in the upper corner and his eyes opened wide, "Clowns?"

"Ah don't worry Sammy, I'll protect you." Dean kept a straight face for all of five seconds then had a chuckle over his brother's fear of clowns.

"Stop laughing, jerk, clowns are creepy as hell!"

Bobby waved for a refill, "Coulrophia, that's the fear of clowns. I did a hunt once years ago at a circus; they found a body in a port-a-potty covered in grease paint and glitter."

Sam swallowed hard, "Was it a monster clown?"

"Nah, just a serial killer with a Gacy fetish.", Bobby closed his eyes, "they had the best funnel cakes there."

…

The delightful smells of popcorn and deep fried everything filled the air but the first thing Dean wanted was cotton candy. It was all bad, pure spun sugar with a burst of flavor and no nutritional value. Sam got a bucket of buttery, salty popcorn and they both got mango madness slushes.

Dean had his eye on The Death Dealer, a rollercoaster rumored to have left behind dead bodies in its wake. Some say people go mad riding its unforgiving twists and turns. It was right up Dean's alley.

…..

"Dean I'm dying." Sam let loose with a torrent of ABC popcorn while Dean held back the kid's hair. "I got a piece of corn in my nose, oh god it's awful!"

"Which side?"

Sam pointed to his left nostril so Dean stuck his pinky in the right nostril, "Ok, blow as hard as you can and it should come out, either that or suck it back down your throat." Sam blew as hard as he could and a kernel hit the toilet. Dean was right there with a tissue to stuff up the kid's bloody nose.

Afterward he cleaned Sam's face with a damp, brown paper towel and bought Sam a clear soda to settle his stomach, "There yah go, good as new. How about I win you something cool, I'm great at darts or maybe I can do that water gun one where I shoot through the clow…the mouth. How about I knock some bottles over and win you a feather roach clip."

Sam looked up at his brother with red, watery eyes, "I don't know what that is."

"Never mind, stuffed animal it is! I'm gonna win me one of those awesome AC/DC mirrors to hand on the wall.

…

The bug eyed carnie watched in amazement as the teen hit every balloon despite the fan that was blowing on them. He wasn't the only one watching; there were a couple of boys admiring the omega's backfield in motion. Sam kept his narrowed eyes on them while acting as his big brother's bodyguard. If not for the noise, they would have heard Sam growling under his breath. Sam was an excellent fighter though the teenagers had size and weight on him. It didn't matter; Sam was a jealous little alpha not that far away from popping his knot and his sense of self- preservation was nonexistent. It was all about this omega who just happened to be his brother.

The carnie, duly impressed by the omega, gestured to a wall of stuffed animals, "You can pick anything from the first three rows."

"Sam, stop acting weird and pick out whatever you want."

Sam perused the wall of stuffed toys and chose a big purple poodle with gold eyelashes and a felt tongue hanging out of its mouth. Sam hugged the purple dog tight to him, "Thanks Dean, now I've got a dog of my own. I want to win you something at the balloon game."

Fifteen minutes and fourteen dollars later, Dean was the proud owner of a keychain with a little stuffed teddy bear holding a heart dangling from it. Five minutes after that Dean swiped the coveted AC/DC mirror from a booth with a distracted carnie. This day was turning out awesome.

…..

Dean took one look at the swan boat and refused to get in, "Nope, no way. Let's do the haunted house instead."

Sam wouldn't yield, he folded his arms and spoke in a bitchy voice, "You said I could pick! The haunted house is just a fake version of real life stuff we've seen already."

"How about the teacups or bumper cars?"

"No, my stomach still feels weird." Sam got in and held out his hand, "I already bought the tickets."

Dean looked around before taking Sam's hand and got in. The swan slowly moved on tracks through the sparkly, heart shaped entrance. There were a couple two swans ahead of them already in a lip lock. The tunnel was filled with cupids, hearts, red and gold fringe, plenty of glitter and fairy lights.

The music was loud and not up to Dean's standards at all. From what he could tell a Backstreet Boys song was playing and worse, Sam knew all the lyrics. "Are you sure we're related?"

"I like this song."

Sam clutched his stuffed dog with one hand and took Dean's hand with the other. He waited for his brother to pull away but instead Dean massaged Sam's palm with his thumb and it felt really nice. Feeling bolder, Sam kissed him on the lips, "Thanks for taking me to the carnival."

Dean laughed nervously, "what ever happened to back clap bro hugs?" Sam initiating a kiss threw off their dynamic; kisses were only for birthdays and booboos or only if Dean did it first. He needed to take control.

Dean palmed the back of Sam's head, closed his eyes and dove in without hesitation, fitting his lips perfectly with his brother's. When Sam let out a whimper Dean knew he was back in control. As soon as Dean spotted the exit to the tunnel of love, the kiss was over.

….

During the drive home, Sam fell asleep using his stuffed dog as a pillow. Dean was tired too but it was a good tired, the kind you feel after fulfilling, happy day where everything goes right.

When they entered the house Sam went straight upstairs to brush his teeth and go to bed. There was a light on in Bobby's office where Dean found his uncle pouring over some old maps.

"Hey, were you waiting up for us?"

Bobby let out a loud yawn, "I guess I'm done for the night. How was the carnival?"

"It was great. Sam will tell you all about it tomorrow I bet." Dean showed off his mirror, "I'm gonna hang this up in my room."

"Fried potatoes and eggs tomorrow?"

"Yes Sir!"

….

John slapped his hand on the counter, "What do you mean my boys are gone, where did they go?" The owner of the campground wasn't about to take any crap from the big, angry alpha, "I didn't know I had to babysit your kids. They've been gone a month now. A young guy showed up first and then an older guy. They stuck around for a few days then they all left together." The old woman jabbed a bony finger at him, "Now stop your blustering and get the hell out of here. You're scaring the campers."

Victor grabbed the alpha's big hand and tugged him toward the door, "Come on John, let it go. You don't need any more trouble."

John allowed the omega to lead him back to the Impala but once they were on the road he let loose. "You know who is gonna be in trouble, Bobby and whoever took them. They are my kids, not his."

The omega smacked his lips together after applying black cherry lip gloss, "This life isn't easy, especially for kids. If they're better off at the uncle's place then let it be."

The alpha snorted, "What do you know Vic, it's not like you have any kids."

"What I have or don't have is none of your damn business. Now buy me diner and later I'll sit on your face so you can put that big mouth of yours to good use."

….

August 17th, 1995

Dean carried in a laundry basket filled with heirloom tomatoes from the garden and set it on the counter next to the sink. Bobby was showing Sam how to sanitize canning jars and lids and then the three of them referred to Karen's old Ball Canning Guide on how to process the tomatoes. Dean couldn't wait to see the giant steamer in action but he wasn't looking forward to scalding and peeling tomatoes.

Bobby started the garden in spring for the boys before they were taken away but at least they were back for the harvest. Next would be pickle making. Sam made them salads every night for dinner or incorporated vegetables in some way into a meal.

School would be starting in just a few weeks and Sam's excitement was building. He already had dreams of college and what he could accomplish with his life. Even Dean was more optimistic now that he wouldn't have to wait tables at a strip club in order to cover the bills. He still thought about quitting and just getting a GED because school wasn't his thing but he had a couple weeks to decide yet.

…..

When the home phone rang, Bobby had a feeling it was John and he almost didn't answer but there was no point in putting off the inevitable.

The two alphas went at it with the usual verbal sparring and blame thrown at each other. Bobby explained the reason Dean called him for help which included two werewolves, the poor dead ranger, and Sam's grief over the death plus Dean in so much pain. John demanded to know who the stranger was who showed up first.

"His name is Jamie None-of-your-fucking-business. He's a trustworthy hunter and a friend."

"You don't have friends."

"I've got a few; I want to think you're one of them, John. Leave the boys here; I've got them all set for school."

"Forget it; I'm coming to get them."

The elder alpha growled, "Goddamn it, I said leave them be." Bobby had enough; he slammed the receiver down then poured himself a drink.

…..

Dean listened in on the upstairs phone and when Bobby hung up Dean whispered, "Dad, are you still there?"

"Dean?"

"We need to talk."

A few minutes later, Dean had bought Sam time and made a deal with someone the equivalent of a crossroad demon except Dean loved him and called the demon "Dad".

…

Sam woke up from the sound of the toilet flushing and Dean's bedroom door closing; he could even hear the squeak of the bed springs. He padded barefoot to his brother's door and entered the dark room.

Dean felt his brother snuggle tightly against him, playing big spoon this time. He was grateful Sam took the initiative because Dean needed his brother more than ever now.

…

Sam woke up in sticky, damp boxers which sent him into a quiet panic. He gingerly wiggled away from his brother and found a damp spot not only on the rear Dean's boxers but also the sheet.

Everything Sam had read about wet dreams went right out the window. First he worried he peed in his sleep but after escaping to the bathroom he found a slippery white substance and a lot of it in his boxers and also mushed into the little fuzzy nest of pubic hair that started sprouting. Sam balled the soiled boxers up and hid them in the bottom of the hamper. After that he showered, going over his groin twice with made his penis hard. That was the first time Sam noticed a little swelling at the base which was very tender to the touch.

Puberty sucked.

TBC