The omega'smind raced as he searched for some sort of answer that would satisfy his dad, "How does he know and what do I tell him? He's not gonna ruin this for us…"

John kept rubbing his forearm while he spewed bile filled words, "Your silence tells me everything, Dean. It's bad enough you're an omega but I've had to accept that, but I won't put up with you and Sam fucking around. This is done, do you hear me?"

He wished his dad would have just yelled because anything would have been better than that hard, resolute look, the dark eyes and that warning tone John got right before he exploded. This time Dean stood up for himself, something that wasn't possible before. Sam was safe now and Dean owned Baby outright and she was his means of escape.

Dean quickly dressed just in case he'd have to take off fast, "You don't know a damn thing about us, Dad."

"Funny, Sam said about the same thing."

"Aw man, he talked to Sam…does he know about the lip locks and the blow job? Nah, Sammy wouldn't tell him. He's just pissin' in the wind trying get me to talk…"

Dean slipped on his tactile jacket and started packing his duffle bag, "Whatever you think you know, you're wrong. "Protect Sam." What he really wanted to do was yell yes, they were messing around and they loved each other that way and Sam would be the only alpha he would ever have or ever want and John could go fuck himself. He didn't because they'd be wasted words.

John verbally hammered away at his son while he rubbed his arm harder and harder, "I guarantee a pretty young thing is going to catch Sam's eye and he'll get that taste of normal he loves so fucking much. I'm ashamed of you."

That was it, the knife in the heart for Dean, "I'm done with this shit, I'm leaving." He headed for the door and freedom was only a couple feet away when his dad told him.

John stopped his rubbing when his hand came away damp and the shirt sleeve over the bite was wet and sticky from serum leakage. The kid he just pushed away was the person he needed the most. The hunter didn't think he could figure this out on his own. He had fucked up.

"Dean wait," he pulled up his sleeve, exposing the wound, "I was bitten last night."

…..

Bobby pointed to a thick, beat-up old book on the top shelf, "Grab that book for me, Sam." Sam had surpassed him in height a while ago and Bobby couldn't wait until Dean came home so he could see his baby brother was the tallest one in the family now. Sam easily reached up and pluck the book from the shelf then handed it to Bobby. The alpha smiled down at his uncle, "Here yah go. I wonder if Dean is headed back yet, maybe I should call him."

"You know Dean, if he says he's coming he'll be here eventually, barring any trouble. When he gets back, I was thinkin' about doing a barbeque and picking up a bunch of pies." Bobby patted his belly, "I wish I had that boy's metabolism."

Sam only nodded.

"I wish I had that boy's mouth on my dick…maybe I shouldn't think like that…how about my mouth on Dean's…" There were just so many choices that Sam wasn't sure what he'd do if given a crack at a completely nude Dean. The alpha was virgin but felt he could figure things out if his brother gave him the chance.

…..

The teeth marks were surrounded by puffy red flesh and blood-tinged fluid trickled from the wound. Most worrying were the angry red streaks radiating from the punctures, infection had set in.

John scrubbed the back of his neck with his hand, "I don't know why I didn't tell you right away."

"Well fuck, Dad, now what?"

Dean put aside all those painful things his dad had just said and immediately assessed the danger John posed to everyone in the vicinity. Neither had a clue how long the change would take or if it was the same for everyone. Dean would do what he did best, protect and save even if it meant protecting the public from his own Dad. That didn't mean he wanted John to die, the guy was still his father and despite everything, Dean still loved him. It was the curse of an abused child and those faint memories from a lifetime ago.

The alpha worried what was running through his sons mind, "Don't worry, I'm not going to become one of those things. I plan on eating a bullet before that happens."

….

Dean's phone went right to voicemail and Sam's heart sank. He had a feeling his brother wasn't on the road at all and their dad had big brother in his grips again.

Sam wasn't immune to the worries and doubts of a teenager so he wondered if he might be the reason Dean wasn't answering. Sam stripped naked and stood in front of the full length mirror and examined his body. His long fingers traced his pecs, nipples, tight abdomen and jutting hipbones then gave his cock and balls a good tug. The alpha knew compared to the other guys in the locker room, his cock not only measured up but surpassed the other males. One classmate, a fellow alpha, even told Sam he was horse hung. He didn't know about that because horses were massive but it was a nice compliment. Sam then flexed his biceps and was pretty proud of the way he was shaping up. He'd been lifting weights in part to buff up to impress his physically beautiful brother but also for himself because he didn't like how skinny he was.

"What if Dad confronted Dean like he did me…convinced him what we have is wrong and sick? It's not! Maybe it is…I don't know anymore. No, I'm not going to think that way, that's Dad talking…fuck you, Dad…"

…..

Unbeknownst to John, Dean had called his mentor almost immediately after finding out about the bite. Dean considered calling Sam and Bobby first but hoped the professional healer could cure his dad. John was less than happy to see the omega at their door with his brown leather doctor bag in hand but it was better than Bobby Singer with a rifle.

The alpha gave the omega a critical up and down and decided he hated Cal's summer tunic, flowy pants and long hair pulled back in a braid, "I didn't realize Jesus himself was going to show up to save me."

"Ha, you wish I was Jesus because then I might actually give a shit about you, John." Cal was there only because of Dean. Cal noted the kid looked exhausted as if he hadn't slept in days or eaten for that matter. The mentor placed a comforting hand on the teen's shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile, "Dean, go take a nap in my van. I've got a cooler full of sandwiches and bottled water so help yourself before you fall asleep. I've got this handled here," he added, "that's an order."

Dean's shoulders slumped in relief, he'd been given permission to eat and rest and he didn't argue at all. He ambled to the big Dodge Ram van with the open windows, crawled inside and slid the door shut. After scarfing down a couple sandwiches and downing a bottle of water, he fell into a dead sleep.

As soon as Dean was safely away and out of earshot, Cal got right down to brass tacks with John Winchester.

"I can tell you those things aren't zombies, you don't die and then come back. It's a painful process where this otherworldly sickness takes over your body and brain and uses you to spread it to others. The rotting, banged up ones are at the end of the process and their bodies have given up the fight and the only thing the brain maintains is the heart but only for a short while. I've seen some people appear fairly normal for a while before it gets to that point while others rapidly go downhill." He examined the state of John's wound, "Apparently your one of the tough sonsabitches."

John glanced over to his truck keys on the dresser as he planned his next move, "So what to you propose, what's the end game here?"

Cal produced a syringe from his bag of tricks, "First thing is to get you far away from other people and I'll give you a sedative. After that…" His voice trailed off. "I don't think there's anything I can do except put you down humanely. I'll try though, for Dean…"

"So much for you being some sort of healer."

…

When Dean woke up it dark out.

"I better check on Cal and Dad…"

When he left the van the first thing he noticed was John's truck was missing. Dean opened the door to the room and found Cal on the floor, out cold and with a syringe stuck in his neck. Dean was relieved to find the omega still alive with a steady pulse.

Dean pressed speed dial on his phone, "Hey Bobby, its me."

…

Sam watched him with a mix of love and lust as Dean swayed to the music. He was playing the first mixed tape he'd made for Sam and it had survived a lot, just like them. He laughed over the expression on his brother's petty, freckled face as the omega tried to get the bread dough off his fingers.

"Get your ass over here and help me, Sam. Just because I have the right equipment doesn't mean I'm a domestic goddess. Besides, I'm tired."

"Sing me, goddess, while I finish the bread."

Sam felt his brother's arms circle his waist from behind and Dean's belly press against his lower back.

"Love you, Sammy."

Sam woke from his nap at the sound of Bobby's cellphone ringing. He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to listen. His uncle's expression and tone of voice changed rapidly.

"Alright Dean, we'll be there tomorrow sometime. Me and Sam will drive right through. No…no don't go after him yourself…damnit Dean just listen to me for once…alright just hang tight." Bobby turned to Sam, "pack up some gear and supplies. Your dad got bite and he's on the run."

"But Dean is ok, right?"

"Your brother is ok."

….

When Cal woke up, a worried Dean was looking down on him.

"Dad took off. Sorry he drugged you."

Even though Cal's throat was swollen, he managed to croak, "Your dad is an asshole."

"Yeah, he really is. I called Bobby and he's heading straight here with Sam. They're driving straight through so they'll be here tomorrow. The hunter sat heavily on the other bed. Calling Bobby and getting Sam involved was something he'd been trying to avoid.

…..

By dawn, the sick hunter found a place to hole up until he could figure out his next move. John knew they'd be after him and he really couldn't blame them, he'd do the same thing if the roles were reversed, he'd but down his own boys if they were infected. It was the right thing to do. This was his life though and he'd go out on his own terms when the time came.

TBC