The Chevelle rumbled in protest when the young driver floored it. The antiquated beast cooperated, roaring through the darkness to a destination only the occupants knew.

Sam glanced over at Bobby who finally dozed off after finishing the first leg of the trip. It felt good to contribute to the driving and Sam was a natural behind the wheel, thanks to his brother and uncle. Dean was on his mind but that wasn't unusual since his brother was always there waiting on the edge of every thought. Sam could be thinking of school or something as mundane as a sandwich and somehow his brother managed to find his way in.

"Dad, why'd you have to run instead of sticking around to see if we could help…Dad, I love you but I hate this…hate you…" He was tired of it all, tired of their dad and the way he controlled them. Even now with the man bitten, he managed to control the situation by running and forcing everyone to search for him.

Sam wasn't in the dark when it came to Azazel, the dose of demon blood inside of him and the circumstances surrounding their mother's death. As a child, Sam quickly learned that listening in was the only way he was kept out of the dark. One night a drunken John told his eldest that he might have to kill Sam someday if the demon blood changed him.

This was just one of the reasons Sam had less empathy for their dad, that the man was willing to kill him or worse, make his brother do it. The only saving grace that night was Dean stayed quiet which was his way of saying "no" to their dad and avoid a fight.

"If you need killing, I won't let my brother do it…."

Bobby woke up with a start, "I gotta drain the dragon and we should probably to gas up."

"Ok, there's a gas station next exit."

Sam and Dean had discussed this before, that their Uncle Bobby could read minds. He really couldn't but he was good at reading moods and Sam's dark expression gave him away.

"When we find John, I'll be the one to clean up the mess. Do you hear me, Sam?"

He nodded.

….

The older omega watched as Dean Winchester took apart and cleaned his pistol. He was glad his mentee didn't take off halfcocked because Cal didn't trust John not to hurt or kill his son in some sort of manic rage from the sickness. The mentor also put the word out so others were looking for John as well.

Dean could have just left, but he stayed only because Sam was on the way. He missed his brother so much that there were plenty of times Dean would have settled for being in same room as Sam just so he could feel peaceful and complete again.

When he spotted the Chevelle pulling into the motel parking lot, Dean was on his feet and out the door in a flash. Sam ran full speed toward his brother with open arms and caught Dean, lifting him off his feet. Surprised, Dean let out a gasp and then an honest to goodness giggle.

"Come on Sammy, I'm not a doll!" Sam let him slide the few inches down and back on his feet. Dean secretly loved it but worried Bobby was watching. He didn't have to though, Cal got Bobby's attention and the two were making introductions.

Dean stepped back to take in his fifteen year old brother. Sam was definitely taller, filled in and rocking some little sideburns. Clad in baggy jeans riding low on the hip and a tight tee with The Charlie Daniels Band on the front, the alpha was a glorious sight.

"Whoa, your taller than me, when did that happen?" Dean reached out and squeezed his baby brother's bicep and in a conspiratorial tone said "you look good enough to eat." Dean ran his wet, pink tongue over plump, flushed lips to make his point. He knew it would make Sam blush and flash those dimples.

Sam whispered, "So do you. Look good enough to eat I mean." He was trying to keep up and show Dean he could be flirty and sexy too but his brother was a tough act to follow.

Dean smelled Fruit Stripe gum on his brother's breath and if Bobby wouldn't have been there, he would have plundered those pretty, cupids bow lips and sucked the gum from his mouth.

Cal finally got to meet Sam Winchester. The young alpha got a little flustered meeting his brothers' mentor since he'd never met one of those before. The first thing that popped in his mind was to take the omega's hand and kiss the top of one of his rings. "How does a guy greet someone like this? Great, Dean is trying not to laugh and now I look like a dork…"

Cal was flattered, "Ashante, Sam Winchester. I'm not the Pope but I appreciate the gesture." The omega saw kindness in young man's wolfish eyes and his calm demeanor. He sensed there was a lot more to Sam than a good looking exterior.

He extended Sam the same open invitation to come to the homestead with Dean any time. Cal extoled the virtues of his self-sustaining home while the teen listened with rapt attention. Sam thought the place sounded incredible, especially with this amazing thing called solar energy the omega elder spoke of with excitement in his eyes and voice. He could have spent hours picking the man's brain about sustainable homesteading, solar energy and more on the history of omegas.

Maybe someday.

…..

John tightened the belt around his arm just above the elbow, using the new notches he made to secure it. Everything below the belt turned livid and looked even worse than before. Willing himself to go through with it, John gripped the hatchet tight. The tire iron was still in the fire and the end was glowing orange. He was worried about passing out before he got a chance to cauterize the stump. Then there were the issues with exposed bone and infection. Doing nothing meant death but there was a good chance of dying doing it himself.

"Damned if I do…damned if I don't…"

….

Grady put his truck in park once they found the source of the fire. He pointed to the man passed out against a downed tree, "Ike, do you think he's sick?"

His vertically challenged hunting partner nodded, "Probably, get the kit."

They approached with caution, one holding a syringe and the other a rifle. Ike tapped the man's boot with his, "Mister, you alive?"

Grady crouched down to get a closer look at the arm the stranger had tied off, "Fuck, he's bitten alright, looks like he was gonna chop it off and then passed out. The rest of him looks ok though."

"How much do you think he's worth?"

"More than the others, that's for sure." Grady gave the stranger a sedative just in case.

…

Dean wished Cal could have stayed for the hunt but there were several omegas that needed intake after being rescued from a breeding farm. This was Cal's calling, to help brothers in need.

Cal left Bobby with a syringe and an injection bottle filled with something he called a heart stopper.

…..

Jamie joined them in the hunt because he was willing and able to kill John Winchester without a lick of guilt. There was no way he'd allow Sam or Dean to do it and carry that weight around forever. Jamie knew if Bobby did it, the boys would have that connection associated with their beloved uncle who had been a father to them. If Jamie ended up shooting the elder Winchester and it changed the relationship with Bobby and boys, it was better than the three of them having their bond broken or strained in any way.

…

Jamie and Val met up with them at a truck stop diner along the way. Having two other trusted hunters helped make both Sam and Dean a little more at ease in a sad and terrible situation. There would be a lot of leg work to find John and each were given copies of a photo of the hunter and his distinctive big black truck. Val put the word out to her tribe of all female hunters, most of which were excellent trackers. Dean hoped it would be Val's group who found their dad before any one from Bobbys call list. Better yet, Dean hoped it would be him who would find his dad first.

…..

The only positive to take from the situation was Sam and Dean were finally back together, driver and shotgun, brothers, best friends and mates although the mating part hadn't happened yet but in Dean's mind that didn't matter. They belonged to each other. There were miles road to travel which gave them chance to speak privately if nothing else and there was plenty to discuss. Dean ripped the band aid off and got the conversation going.

"Sam, did Dad say anything about us at Christmas?"

Sam put his hand out the passenger window to catch the summer breeze. "Yeah, he did. He said we'd feed off each other until there's nothing left," Sam flexed then closed his fingers, making a fist, "what a jerk."

"Dean joked, "Hey, I said you look good enough to eat."

The alpha placed his hand lightly over the omega's crotch. There was too much separating him from Dean's special place such as dick, balls and denim but at least he got to cop a feel of the omega's twitching monster and that was pretty exciting. He'd seen his brother's cock plenty of times but he never groped it before.

"Does it count as groping if he's got pants on?"

Sam lightly squeezed, "I'm not distracting you, am I?" "Safety first…"

Dean thought back to the hand and blow jobs he'd gotten while driving and smiled, "Nah, I think I'm just fine." He lowered his zipper and out popped his cock, "Use those long fingers any which way you want, babe." This was not only exciting but also a victory for the omega. Some guys just loved to play with the pussy part while others loved everything below the equator on an omega and Sam fell into that category. He'd always wondered what would happen if his brother was confronted with a big hard dick and now, he had his answer.

Sam squeezed and stroked in a rhythmic motion, thumbing under the head then spreading fluid over the leaking tip. His brother's cock was so alive from his touch that the alpha took pride in this. Sam took a cue from what excited him while masturbating and Dean was really enjoying it. The omega kept shifting on the seat, slightly pumping his hips and the sounds he made got Sam riled up.

The alpha unzipped his own fly, using his free hand to jerk himself off at the same time. The inside of the cabin sounded like feeding time at the zoo and smelled just as funky. Dean moaned, "Sammy" and shot cum over the steering wheel while Sam decorated the dashboard with his.

Dean was absolutely giddy inside when Sam cleaned the steering wheel with his fingers, licked them then got down and tongued his brother's semi chub clean.

"Yes! He ate my jizz and licked my dick…fucking awesome…what a great alpha you are, Sammy boy…talk about puttin' a good spin on a shitty day…"

Bobby happened to glance up in his own review mirror at that moment and it looked like Dean was the only on in the Impala right behind them.

"Hey, where did Sam go?"

Jamie turned away so Bobby couldn't see him smirk, "Sam is just taking a nap."

"Yeah, makes sense. This must be taking a toll on the boys."

Val, driving behind the Impala saw the younger brothers head disappear.

"Someone's getting a blow job…huh, brothers…fancy that…"

….

Dean flashed his pretty smile at every bar, gas station, restaurant, truck stop and basically any place their dad might have stopped. He knew there was a good chance John didn't stop anywhere at all but instead went into hiding and all of this was for nothing.

Sam spent his time keeping watch over his brother and wishing he could have poked an eye out of every male who leering at Dean. Sam wasn't prone to violent fantasies but this was his brother and he'd eaten his spunk and if that didn't make him Sam's omega then what would?

Dean had no clue that at every stop, Sam stood just feet away, glaring at the men his brother talked to and that was why the honey trap didn't work. No one wanted to tangle with a six-foot four-inch hormone driven alpha teenager with fists like hams.

Bobby and Jamie did their FBI bit with local law enforcement, hospitals and shelters without any luck. All of them searched abandoned places. Sam even did a location spell which narrowed it down at least. It wasn't until Val got a tip from a sister hunter that John's truck had been located at a chop shop that they had a real clue.

Dean planned to beat the criminal owner with a tire iron until he gave up John and the truck.

…..

"White…so white, beep, beep beep…what's that noise…a figure in hospital blues and heavy duty respirator …my arm is throbbing and I feel like shit…"

John tried wiggling his fingers on the left side but there were none to wiggle. His arm from the elbow down had been amputated.

The stranger came over to his bedside, a man who studied John with watery blue eyes.

"Welcome back Corporal Winchester. I must say, you have an impressive record. Four medals, USMC Expert Rifle badge, an expert in hand to hand combat and commendations for saving many of your men. You made it out of Vietnam alive and in one piece. I decided you were worth saving although you still could turn, after all, some of the virus in your blood. In that case, you'll need to be put down.

When John tried to sit up, he found himself strapped to the bed. This was bad, this was very bad and he knew it.

"Where the fuck am I?"

TBC