The possibility of getting caught with a handful of his big brother's pretty ass made this all the more exciting though Sam knew it would be a disaster. He got one more squeeze in for good measure, then caught Dean around that slim waist of his and helped him off the ladder. It was a bold thing Sam had just done and completely on impulse.

The way Dean's freckled cheeks flushed so prettily made Sam want to kiss him and grab any parts within reach but he didn't. There was still a line not to be crossed and Sam knew it. Little did he know that Dean would have willingly allowed his Sammy to cross whatever lines he wanted. They'd already dry humped once and tongued each other's mouths and Sam spent an inordinate amount of time wondering what might come next. Dean spent his time waiting for Sam to nut up and do something.

"Damn, Sammy, you're getting pretty friggin' strong…pretty soon you'll be able to toss me over your shoulder and carry me off. Look at that zipper scraper you've got goin' on under that shirt…baby, you gotta wear PJ pants more often…"

Sam tugged his shirt lower over his boner, "Guys my age get 'em all the time for no reason at all so it's not weird…well I guess it's weird because of why I've got one. Dean's grinning! Note to self, I can touch his butt and he likes it…"

Bobby barked from the kitchen, "Boys, get in here. There's someone I want you to meet."

They dutifully went to the kitchen to find a stranger at the table drinking coffee. She was short and built like a fire plug and her dark hair was close cropped. The only outstanding feature she possessed were startling, bright blue eyes. Jamie introduced her as Val, his occasional hunting partner.

Val looked at the four of them surrounding the table and let out a whistle, "A house full of good looking men, lucky me. Good to meet you, boys. James told me about you two, all good things." She clapped her hands on her knees and stood up, "I just wanted to drop off your stuff before I hit the road."

Jamie nudged Bobby and the hunter cleared his throat.

"Why don't you stay for supper, it's gettin' late and if you want, you can take the couch and leave tomorrow after the snow passes."

Val ran her fingers through her spiky hair, "Really? Well, if it's no bother."

….

After supper the five of them sat around the table eating grocery store doughnuts with coffee and discussing the state of the world. It was good to get another hunters opinion on things since each had a new experience to bring to the table. In her travels, Val had taken out a few of the grotesque monsters in semi-human form and cryptids in her hunts with Jamie.

"All these new creatures popping up really isn't shocking at all. Think of it, we've delt with all sorts things, real witches, ghosts, vengeful spirits, vamps, werewolves, deities and things from every mythos in the world. Is it that far of a stretch that these cryptids are popping up and are they really worse? I say no, they aren't. It seems they have a way of slipping in and out of our world which is something new but we fight them just like we fight everything else."

Bobby nodded, "Theres a way to take out everything, some are just tougher than others. Same with the paranormal."

Sam worried his bottom lip the whole time the grown ups were talking but he couldn't keep quiet any longer, "It's the things that look sorta like people, I don't understand. These were humans once and what if it happens to one of us?"

Dean squeezed his brother's hand under the table, "It's not much different than a vamp turning someone."

"But it is, Dean, a vampire makes a conscious decision to turn someone for different reasons. These things are carriers of a sickness and no one seems to notice. Normal people I mean."

"Hey, a werewolf pack can go in and rip apart a whole family and you don't see headlines in the news like, "Werewolves Murder Local Family", it's like people who report UFO sightings, it's explained away."

Sam took his thumb and traced small circles on the palm of his brother's hand and Dean smiled slightly. The wet behind the ears alpha found it thrilling he was doing this right under the noses of the adults and they had no clue. He was feeling bolder since the butt grabbing.

The next morning Val left to spend her Christmas hunting in the mountains after a sighting of a giant, hairy creature.

Sam said a little prayer for the creature if it turned out to be what he guessed it was.

….

Dean was busy rooting around under the Christmas tree, feeling up and shaking the packages. They didn't have proper Christmas growing up on the road, John didn't believe in the whole thing and being with his boys wasn't paramount on his list of important things. Dean had memories of that last Christmas in a home with a tree and secrets wrapped in shiny paper just waiting for him to reveal each one. Being so little, he had sight, taste and scent memories rather than recalling anything his parents said.

It wasn't until they moved in with Bobby that Christmas was Christmas like Dean's faint memories and that was because he made it that way. Widower Bobby had no reason for all the trappings of the holidays and even that first year it was Dean who got into Karen's boxes of decorations and insisted on putting them up. From there it evolved into what it was now. Jamie coming into the picture had helped soften up Bobby even more. Though he wasn't anything like what people thought a typical omega should be, he still couldn't shake that nesting instinct and with two kids in the picture, it went into overdrive.

Dean loved it and as for Sam, he warmed up to Christmas quickly. In the back of his mind there was always that fear their dad would take them away and it would be once again, him and his brother against the world. It used to make attachment difficult, to the house, the holidays and everything. He'd settled into this life now and wasn't afraid to get too attached anymore. This was his home and no one was taking that away. Dean of course made everything better and with their bond to one another stronger than ever including a burgeoning sexual component thrown in, this time of his life was the most exciting ever.

Dean squeezed a very large package wrapped in heavy brown kraft paper and tied with twine, it felt like clothing but he couldn't really tell. There was one for Sam as well.

"Wonder what it is…I hope it's not a hundred pair of socks…oh hey, this one feels like, well I don't know…"

"I swear to god, Dean I'm going to lock all your gifts in the closet if you don't stop fondling everything." Jamie grabbed the teen by the ankle and dragged a laughing Dean from under the tree.

"I'm a curious boy." He winked at his brother, "right Sammy?"

Sam put down the omega history book he took from the boxes Dean brought home from his time with Cal, "Really curious." Dean hadn't noticed the boxes were now under Sam's bed and the alpha was slowing working his way through all the paperwork and other treasures that had been ignored for ages.

Jamie bent down and playfully swatted his butt, "Do it again and you'll get a spanking."

Cheeky Dean replied, "Promise? Cause I'll crawl under there again if that's the case."

Bobby walked in and set a file box on the couch, "Here's something you can do, sort through these files. They're from old cases and I want them arranged by month and year."

Dean was going stir crazy being in the house so much. The road was calling him even if it was just a trip to town. This was too much lazing around for him though Sam had off of school until after the new year. Dean vowed to stick around and spend every minute of it with him. Every day it was something new, Sam brushing past him, touching his neck, hands and ass. Hungry looks where Dean knew damn well the kid wanted to kiss him or more.

…..

Christmas Eve…

Dean was well in the bag after too many rounds of rum laced eggnog and a couple beers, which he'd pay for tomorrow morning. Sam had snuck rum in his nog after feeling left out. He'd had more than his share for a lightweight and was feeling giggly and uninhibited. Dean knew it but he was enjoying relaxed and handsy Sam way too much to care.

With Bobby and Jamie sleeping it off upstairs, it seemed the perfect time to let that liquor lubricant work its magic. Sam kissed his brother on the neck and then trailed his tongue to the shell of the ear, delicately licking and sucking the lobe. He didn't have the sexual experience Dean had but Sam was a great kisser and not afraid to use his tongue. When the omega shifted his ass on the couch and let out a low moan, it was a confidence booster for the baby alpha so he kissed his way to those plump, rosy lips. Dean laced his fingers round the back of Sam's neck and crashed his mouth against his brother's. The living room filled with the wet sounds and little whimpers of a first class make out session. Dean kept his head enough to purr in Sam's ear, "We need to be quiet. Can you stay quiet for me sweet Sammy? I wanna give you your Christmas present but I don't want anyone coming down here."

Sam closed his eyes and nodded, "I promise. Wha-what is it?"

"Oh, I'm not sure if you're ready for it but if things go south, tomorrow we can blame it on the booze. I'm afraid of losing you and I hold back and hold back but I don't want anyone else to do this to you first and if I do it right, trust me, you won't want anyone else."

The alpha's eyes opened when he felt the omega get up from the couch and he found Dean on his knees, fingers going for the elastic waistband of his flannel pants. It was as if Sam were in a dream, you know the kind where you can't move and everything happens around and to you. This time it wasn't something bad and he guessed this would be very, very good.

His brother's insistent fingers tugged his flannels down and he lifted his hips when he had to but that was so much effort. When his long, stiff cock popped out, Dean's big green eyes grew even bigger.

"Oh wow…Sammy I'm impressed, that is a work of art between your legs," Dean cradled his brother's balls gently then licked a slow stripe to the tip where precum was leaking profusely and then wrapped his lips around it. Dean had one hand down his own pants, playing his clit and cock like a violin as Sam's restless hips shifted around, needing to thrust. Dean drank in the first load which came very quick as he expected and Sam's creamy spunk went down just like that eggnog, he'd been drinking. It was his brother's and that made it sacred to Dean, especially with it being the first time for them both.

With the first orgasm over, Sam cracked his eyes open to watch his brother work the shaft down his throat then pull it out again. It was almost like magic what the omega was doing to him, there was nothing in his short life on earth Sam could compare this feeling to.

"Dean, Dean, Dean…" His throat burned choking back all those words and sounds needing a place to escape and this time when the second wave hit, Sam watched his brother drink it all down and then run the slick tip over his flushed lips. Dean leaned back, neck muscles straining and body shaking as the omega had his own orgasms just from sucking Sam off and some practiced movements with his fingers. After Dean was spent, he tenderly kissed around the softening knot at the base of his brother's cock and wondered what it would feel like swollen inside of him. He sat back on the couch and covered Sam's crotch with the soft flannel the kissed him on the temple.

"How do you feel, Sammy. Are you ok?"

Sam buried his face in the crook of Dean's sweaty neck and nipped the tender skin there. The alpha was quiet and still while aftershocks went through him.

With some worry in his voice Dean whispered, "Sam?" He felt Sam's fingers circle his belly button and work their way down to his waistband but Dean caught his wrist, "Not here, not now."

Sam looked at him in awe, there was no other word to describe it. "I love you, D." He could blame it on the rum if his brother said his declaration of love was too chick flick. Instead, Dean told Sam he loved him more than anything or anyone. Alcohol was a miracle excuse for doing and saying things that in the cold light of day might be regrettable, though neither brother regretted this night.

Dean looked up when he heard a door creak and footsteps heading toward the bathroom. "I've wanted to do that for a long time and I'm glad you're ok. Remember, tomorrow if you feel different about this or if you wanna talk about it later we can, don't be afraid to say what's on your mind."

"Ok."

Sam's eyes had a hard time staying open so Dean helped him to his room.

…

The smell of bacon lured Dean downstairs earlier than usual. As soon as Bobby spotted him, he put Dean to work on the pancakes and the overly cheery teenager did it with no grumbling. Bobby assumed it was because of those stockings hung by the fireplace and the packages under the tree. Since the boys moved in, he'd tried his best to give them decent holidays and birthdays even though he didn't subscribe to all the hoopla. They missed out on so much growing up that this was the least he could. In Bobby's eyes, Sam and Dean were his sons and that was that, so he did what any good parent would do.

When Sam finally came down to check out that scent of just baked cinnamon rolls from a tube, he was quiet and reflective but for Sam that wasn't out of the ordinary. What he was thinking about would have shocked his uncle and everyone else for that matter except for Dean.

Dean wasn't sure what that meant. Sam deep in thought, especially after what happened to him last night, worried the omega. When the alpha gave him a shy dimpled smile across the breakfast table, Dean was able to relax a little.

After breakfast, Sam and Dean pillaged their stockings full of candy, flint, a pair of socks each and paracord. Under the tree were genuine telescoping police batons that Bobby said were good for cracking skulls or taking out a knee and there were other practical gifts.

The big gift Bobby handed to the boys directly. When both tore the paper off, there were boxes with brand new cellphones. It was the best gift ever for two teen boys, especially Sam and Dean who got in some dangerous situations. "It's even got an internal antenna," Bobby said proudly, "they come in all kinds of colors now but I figured you'd both want black…if you want color ones, we can exchange them. I got one to, for safety out in the field."

"Wow, Bobby this is awesome! Now I don't have to call from phonebooths or motel rooms."

"That's the idea. I think about you out there, Dean, and wonder how to get ahold of you. Sam will be driving soon and a young man needs a phone for emergencies."

Sam gave his uncle a hug, "Thank you, Bobby. This is almost the best Christmas present I've ever gotten." Dean winked at him and Sam turned the color of a mistletoe berry.

They didn't know what Bobby and Jamie gave each other but Sam noticed Jamie was wearing a new ring, a thick silver band with a large faceted, blood red garnet in the center. Sam assumed the band material and the choice of stone had some sort of protective qualities. Dean thought it was a lovey dovey sort of gift plus the omega loved to use rings in place of brass knuckles.

Jamie saved his gifts to the boys for last, Dean opened his first and pulled out a full length, dark green, belted tunic with a matching cape. It had a mandarin neckline and down the front was intricate embroidery done in jewel tones. Jamie laughed when he saw the confused look on the young omega's face.

"It's a gown for a special event and the embroidery is symbolism pertinent to we omegas. I'm sure in everything Cal sent back, there is a guide to help you understand. Someday you'll know exactly when to wear it."

Sam ran a finger down the embroidery, "D, it's the color of your eyes when they turn forest green. I think you'd look really beautiful in this."

Dean frowned.

"I mean you'll look really handsome."

Dean cocked a brow and looked at the other omega, "Thanks, I don't know when I'll wear it but I appreciate the thought."

Sam eagerly opened his gift to find another tunic in the same cut but the colors were dark umber and olive. The embroidery was done in bold symbols unlike the more delicate ones adorning his brother's.

Sam slipped it over his head and found it too long and too big.

Jamie explained he had the tall, lanky teens made oversize because he was still growing.

…

"Dean, stop pickin' at that ham, supper will be ready in a few minutes. Sam, if you stick your finger in that bowl of mashed sweet potatoes, I'm gonna make you eat the whole thing."

Dean stuck a little piece of crispy ham in his mouth and smiled at his uncle, "Does that go for me and the ham, because I'll fondle it if that means I get the whole thing."

Sam snickered over his impertinent brother's words and thoughts of fondling Dean's butt again popped into his mind and that made something else pop up. The young alpha ran upstairs to take care of it in private.

The food was forgotten when they all heard the rumble of a large vehicle pulling up to the house. There was a snowstorm and Bobby couldn't imagine anyone foolish enough to navigate the snow covered roads.

Dean looked out the window, "That sure isn't Santa Claus."

TBC

A/N- Dear readers, happy and merry whatever you celebrate!