November 5th, 2000

Sam's alarm went off and he was woken by the voice of Susanna Hoffs singing "Eternal Flame". It was the music Dean teased him unmercifully about but his brother wasn't there so he turned it up and burst into song. Dean was his eternal flame for sure and if his big bro wasn't so icked out by super silly, romantic gestures, Sam would have serenaded him once he got home. He missed him big time, Dean's smell, his smile, the feel of his skilled mouth and hands on Sam's body, he beauty and his laugh, pretty much everything about him inside and out.

Bobby and Dean were out on a hunt and Sam stayed behind for school. He was determined to get that diploma. To literal Hell with the supernatural sickness and increase in monsters, when he wanted something, Sam Winchester tried his best to made it happen. If he had to patrol the halls with a rifle and a bag of salt to keep that place open, Sam was prepared to do it.

School had been shortened to three days a week and the day by two hours to ensure everyone got home while there was plenty of daylight and to lower the risks. They ended up with mini classes and loads of homework. Sam's tutoring sessions were booked solid so he raised his per hour prices by a moderate sum.

All afterschool activities had been canceled permanently ever since the varsity quarterback, Brad Stetson was found with his head torn off and missing. The coach was still out due to the stress of finding the body, aka nuttier than an acre of squirrel shit, as Bobby put it.

Life for everyone had changed but only with the necessary concessions and the least amount of inconvenience possible. Sam had some hard truths he wished he could have announced over the loudspeaker at school, like things will get worse before they get better and pretending everything was still kind of normal wouldn't cut it in the long run.

Right now had his morning routine to get through. First, he took a jog in the cold, crisp air to get his mind clear and the blood pumping. Next was his favorite part of the morning, shower time where he did a lot of his jacking off with a soapy hand. This morning he got off twice, roughly milking his knot as another very elaborate fantasy played out in his mind. In it, Dean was wearing a tight black silky dress with thigh high slits up the sides and his lips painted a rich, ruby red. It was the night of the prom and they were slow dancing, Sam's big hands on his bare ass under the dress and everyone looked on with jealousy and envy in their eyes. "When I See You Smile" by Bad English was playing and Sam spun him around before pushing everything off the punch table and bending him over. The slippery black material slid down his back and Dean moaned as Sam pushed his way inside. During climax Sam bellowed to the teachers and students watching, "I'm a brother fucker!"

The teen shouted as loud as he wanted in the shower since there was no one to hear him. He stumbled back and let out a hoarse laugh as his dick twitched and jerked while a stallion's worth of jizz painted the tiles.

The young alpha enjoyed his forbidden fantasies where he could be as raunchy as he wanted. Dean in a sexy dress and wearing lipstick, public fucking and their secret getting out were all on the no on list.

Sam took a some of his tutoring money with him that day. He planned to stop at a place called "Intimate Omega", gather every ounce of bravery he had inside him and enter the establishment.

…..

The sun was just peeking above the horizon on this cold November morning and if Dean had a moment, he could have enjoyed it with that cup of bad gas station coffee and the jelly doughnuts waiting for him back at the truck. Instead, both he and Bobby were crouched behind a thicket of wild blackberry bushes, waiting for something, anything at all to come through the small slip of light just beyond their hiding spot.

They were lucky or unlucky enough, depending on how you looked at it, to come across this streak of glowing light defying the natural order of things. Dean felt ready for whatever ventured out and he whispered to Bobby "I wonder what's on the other side". His uncle whispered "Don't even think about it".

"Come on, come on…"

A creature the size of a buffalo lumbered through. Its colors were dull greys and browns and it was covered in wicked looking armor and a spiked clubbed tail and Bobby thought it looked like a cross between a dinosaur and a rino. Confused, the animal snuffled the cold morning air with its large nostrils then let out a mournful sound. It turned slowly to go back wherever it came from but the way back had disappeared. The creature plucked a sapling from the ground as if it were a mere flower and started chewing.

"Aw man, it's just a plant eater and I think it's a baby."

"Don't matter, he doesn't belong here and we can't get him back to his herd. The kindest thing to do is put him out of his misery right quick. If we don't, someone else will and they might not be so nice about it."

Dean let out a sigh of resignation, "I'll do it."

Dean steadied Jamie's big game gun and shot the creature in a tender spot directly through the neck. Arterial blood came spraying out like a grisly fountain and the creature dropped like a stone. The hunters approached cautiously as it went through its death throes, it was the tail they were most afraid of and waited until it stopped thrashing. It stared up at them with one huge green reptilian like eye and the hunters watched as the pupil narrowed and the life left him.

This kill didn't feel like much of a win and Dean was glad soft touch Sam wasn't there to see it happen. It was just a creature at the wrong time and place that stumbled into a world maybe crueler than its own.

While Bobby took photos, Dean was bent over, hands on knees taking deep breaths of cold morning air.

"You ok, son?"

The young hunter straightened up immediately, "Yeah, fine. The smell just got to me."

"It voided its bowels. Death is smelly and dirty, you know that. You'll feel better once you get some coffee and breakfast in yah."

They ended up at a truck stop diner because those were still open. The world could crumble but it would take a lot to stop the trucks from rolling and where there were trucks there were hungry truckers and travelers. The place was called Skylark Diner and outside a huge vintage coffee cup outlined in neon sat on the roof that advertised bacon, eggs and fresh coffee. Dean noted the poster in the window claiming they made omelets as big as your head. Bobby got their famous ham and eggs while Dean ordered the jumbo everything omelet with a side of sausage, the meals came with biscuits and gravy and bottomless coffee.

Bobby noticed Dean used half n half this coffee, a lot of it in fact even though he usually took it black. He also looked a little peaked. Dean's delicate freckles stood out starkly against the paleness of his skin. Sometimes Bobby forgot Dean wasn't a machine that never ran out of fuel because he'd always been so resilient. That caused a lot of guilt because he felt that made him just a few steps away from being John Winchester.

"I'll get the kid home and monsters be damned…we'll work on that project van of his and pick the last of the potatoes, probably frozen but I can cook 'em up …make a big stew and apple pie…James made the best pie though….damn, I miss you so much, darlin'…."

Bobby grabbed his omega's engagement ring he now wore on a cord around his neck, without even thinking. He never cleaned the blood out of the little grooves where it settled and dried. Bobby didn't expect anyone to understand why he didn't clean it but what others thought never really mattered to him.

Dean glanced up at his quiet uncle and saw sadness in his eyes. He looked down at his plate and kept eating, not because he didn't care but because Bobby dealt with complicated things like feelings on his own, especially when it came to the death of his omega. Dean understood that, he was the same way.

…..

Sam and the rest of his homeroom class looked up when the new principles deep voice boom over the speaker.

"Attention students, there will be a memorial service for our fallen quarterback, Blake Milton at the Castanza Funeral Home this Saturday for those wanting to attend. For those of you badgering me about it, no, his head hasn't been found. Today there will be pizza and fruit cocktail for lunch. That is all."

Cheers went up for the pizza and some grumbling over the fruit cocktail because it was the lamest of all cafeteria desserts next to gelatin.

There were lots of rumors surrounding the new principle because he was a bit of a mystery. Sheamus Gray was a tall, thickly built man and his salt and pepper hair cut in a high and tight. He had large features that matched well with the rest of him such as a cut jawline, prominent aquiline nose and big, pale blue eyes. He walked the halls with his head on a constant swivel, keeping watch over everyone there and when the guy smiled, his eyes lit up and little crinkles appeared at the corners.

Sam heard all sorts of rumors like Sheamus used to be a spy, worked for the FBI, was a former military man or cop, a big game hunter, owned a casino and even one where he used to be a gentleman farmer whole raised show horses.

Sam could smell hunter all over him, the type that hunted things others could only imagine in a nightmare. He hoped his suspicions were right because that school needed all the protection it could get.

…

Dean stared at himself in the cracked bathroom mirror as he washed his hands, "I look like shit…at least my gut feels better…"

A man entered the bathroom, a man who didn't look as if he belonged there at all judging by his fancy suit and rings on his fingers. He stopped a few feet behind Dean and grinned at the omega's refection in the mirror. He screamed "predator" without saying a word. Dean didn't react right away, instead he dried his hands on a wad of paper towels before turning and giving the stranger a cold, dangerous Dean Winchester stare.

"What the fuck do you want."

The paunchy man with the slicked back hair kept on grinning at the omega with his overly white veneers, "You don't remember me from the strip club? You should, you sucked my dick. I knew that was you putting gas in that shitty truck!"

This wasn't what Dean wanted or expected, especially with his uncle waiting for him back at the table. That part of his life, the year he spent supporting and taking care of his ungrateful father and the things he had to do was part of his past he wanted to forget forever. There was no way he wanted Bobby to ever find out about something he was so ashamed of. One of his fears was disappointing his brother and uncle.

Dean grabbed the man's crotch and twisted as hard as he could and clapped a hand over his mouth to cover his scream, "You stay the hell away or so help me, I'll cut this thing off." He let go and the spitting mad man barked threats in a hoarse voice while holding his dick and crying like a baby. Dean left and went back to the table.

Bobby could tell something had happened that upset Dean, his cheeks were bright red and his forehead sweaty. When he reached for his coffee his hand shook. A few minutes later a man in a fancy suit stumbled up to the table, slapped his hands down and glared at Bobby.

The stranger had no idea what he'd set in motion and how bad his day was about to get.

…

Sam could smell pizza wafting down the hall from the cafeteria and his stomach rumbled in response. It was always plain cheese pizza, his favorite besides veggie pizza and if he smiled really nice with full dimples, sometimes the lunch lady Hildie would slip him an extra slice.

A piercing scream came from the cafeteria followed by a chorus of screams and shouts and students came flooding through the swinging doors. Sam had no weapons on him so he bolted for the front office where a flag display stand held the American flag, state flag and the school flag. He grabbed the least important one, the school flag and ran as fast as he could inside the cafeteria where mayhem ensued. Sam's beloved lunch lady Hildie was cornered by a fellow lunch worker and the only thing between them was a steel pot poor Hildie held like shield maiden, protecting herself.

"Hang on Hildie!"

Sam leapt over the counter and raised the pointy end of the flagpole. This creature wasn't the only infected in there but he was only one person.

Principle Gray burst though the double doors with a Winchester semi auto and leveled it at someone Sam recognized as Lisa somebody from the debate team only it wasn't Lisa any longer.

TBC