Sam watched from his cocoon of cozy blankets as Dean stood sideways, looking at himself in a full-length mirror. He has his eyebrow cocked as he ran his hand over his belly and he did not look happy.

"You look great, Dean. More beautiful than ever."

"I do not." He reached under and tugged on his soft penis, "I can't see my dick anymore unless it's hard. I have a big dick, Sam!" Entering his sixth month of pregnancy, Dean was ravenous all the time but the smell of some foods made him want to hurl, his skin felt itchy and his feet swollen.

"I'm constipated, have you even been constipated Sam? It sucks."

"You need to eat more vegetables and whole grains, honey." He waited for Dean to call him out or grumble over the term of endearment. He was testing the waters to see what he could get away with.

"Honey passes the test…"

Dean replied "Ok, sweetheart."

"Was that sarcasm or am I really sweetheart?"

Sam's forehead scrunched up in that particular way when he was concerned or worried, Dean assumed because he was processing the sweetheart reply, he decided to put his brother out of his misery and said, "Your my sweetheart, cuddle bunny and every other cutesy word out there, Sammy. I kinda like being called honey. I blame it all on the hormones though."

The teen bolted from the bed like a big puppy and hugged his brother, his omega, his everything.

….

Bobby was up at the crack of dawn and being a man who hated sitting around, he decided to give himself a pre-tour tour. He wasn't the only early riser as other people prepared for the day ahead. Most were friendly towards the alpha stranger while some seemed irritated by his presence. He made it as far as the poultry yard and looked on as someone clad in a hooded green cloak and tunic walked among the assortment of chickens and ducks, carrying two baskets.

Without even looking to see who was watching him, Rowan said, "Are you going to stand there gawking or are you going to help me, Bobby Singer." He turned and gave the hunter a lopsided grin.

Bobby noticed the omega's cheeks were pink from the cold air and a few errant curls escaped the hood of his cloak.

"Sure, I can give you a hand. I'm and egg gathering novice though. Are they gonna peck me?"

He knew the alpha was a hunter of all things evil and laughed at his question, "Don't worry about ducks and chickens. They are far less dangerous than a Abhartach or a Faoladh."

He recognized the Gaelic words from the folklore of vampires and werewolves and this only made Rowen all the more interesting to Bobby, "Oh yeah, what do you know about them?"

"I've put a few heads on pikes in my day. Their rotting heads ward off the others. I've got a small bag of teeth I've collected from both. Honestly most were from my father's hunts." His tawny eyes hardened, "You need to know how to hunt to protect hearth and home. Enough about that, I need to collect enough eggs to feed this hungry lot. Damion is out sick and Della is on maternity leave so I've got no help and this isn't even my job."

The pair chatted while searching the nesting boxes for eggs. By the time they were done, the bottom of Bobby's boots were coated in fowl crap. Rowan made him take them off on the porch and gave him slippers. This was not the start to the day Bobby expected, it turned out much better.

…

Bobby polished the eggs as he watched the barefoot omega impatiently wait for the 2 banquet sized coffee urns to finish the chicory-coffee blend and the black tea. Rowan brought over two cups of blend and sat down. The hunter had an amused expression, much better than the grumpy face he usually had. "

"I have a feeling you are a man who doesn't smile much. What are you smiling about?"

"You hoppin' around like a jack rabbit, so impatient to get that coffee." The muscles around his mouth softened and it felt strange as if they'd atrophied and the act of relaxing them was difficult.

Rowen wondered how long it had been since Bobby had smiled. The alpha had the look of a man who led a very hard life, the kind forced on you whether you like it or not. Rowan reached across the table and patted the man's scarred hand.

"You should smile more often. The darkness leaves you and your eyes light up."

Bobby cast his eyes to the long, slim fingers covering his own, "Guess I need more reasons to smile."

Dean watched the whole thing though a gap in the kitchen door, "Holy crap, Sam you gotta see this."

Sam took a look and saw Rowen touching Bobby's hand before going back to sipping whatever was in his cup." He rolled his eyes, "You made it sound like they were making out or something, not that I want to see that. Yuck."

"Roll your eyes like that hard enough and they'll stay that way. I wonder if their kids would have red hair."

"Ew! I just can't with you sometimes, Dean."

"I gotta eat. The kid is starving."

…..

Dean was on his second plate of scrambled eggs and wild boar bacon. Everyone was already finished. Cal questioned Sam about their birthing plans and when the young alpha shrugged, the mentor offered them a solution.

"We have a fantastic midwife in town, her name is Lydia and she has assisted with many births. Would you like to stay on until after the baby is born to make sure things go smoothly?"

Sam and Dean hadn't thought about it. Dean assumed he'd have it either at the cabin, the vet's office or Bobby's home. Sam immediately answered for them both, "I think that would be a good idea. We're both pretty nervous about it."

Dean pushed his plate away, "I thought I'd just squat, hang onto a tree and Sam could catch it in a basket."

Sam gasped at the thought.

"Settle down Sam, I was gonna put a pillow in the basket." Dean was trying to avoid all talk of forcing something the size of a bowling ball out of his impossibly small twat and he didn't appreciate being put on the spot, especially in front of Bobby. He was scared, to him this was scarier than confronting a demon or a ghost.

Dean was saved by a knock on the door. Cal opened it to find three of the sisters standing there and one was holding a pie. The one with the pie breezed past Cal and the other three followed. They each greeted their former mentor with a cheery "good morning" and went straight to the table. The pie holder, Ali, addressed Dean but his eyes were on Sam.

"Welcome back, Dean. I heard you were here with some new blood." Ali set the pie in front him, "Its cherry. We preserve our own pie fillings and I warn you, it's a bit tart since sugar has been in short supply but we added a touch of honey. His dark eyes locked onto Dean's, "Maybe your brother would like some." A big white smile akin to a shark's smile, stretched across his face, "Maybe Sam would like a piece. Did you bring any sugar to share with us?"

Dean looked up at the omega he knew intimately and a flash of Ali's lean body writhing beneath him gave Dean a tickle in his off limits bits, "No Ali, I didn't and Sam gets all the pie he can handle. Don't show up with any sausage either because I get plenty of that."

Cal growled, "These are guests and your innuendos aren't welcome. Save it for the barnyard."

Alfie whispered to Sam, "I like pie, do you think I could have some?"

Sam whispered back, "I'll explain it all later."

Alfie found the new omegas fascinating. All three wore fitted clothing in vibrant patterns and it seemed hair was very important to each of them, two had styles done in intricate braids while the one called Ali had long, black shiny hair that fell past his shoulders. All three were quite attractive and a little intimidating.

Sam guessed these were some of the sisters his brother had warned him about. Images flashed in his brain, ones that would be too embarrassing to reveal to his brother, such as Dean ravishing Ali's pretty mouth and their contrasting flesh sliding around on a bed of pillows.

Cal clapped his hands, "Tour time."

The sharp sound snapped the teenager out of it.

…..

Over the next few days, the four of them were shown the original town or what was left of it after the wave of sickness blew through. Three quarters of the residents of Bailey Glen had died or were put down leaving only a few survivors. The omegas burned the corpses and moved into the abandoned homes and businesses to keep the place up and running. There was a school, movie theater, library, medical clinic, feed mill, little pharmacy, and hardware store, among other places. There was even a Red Owl grocery store, anything fresh had long since spoiled or been eaten. The dry and canned goods were now inventoried and locked up, only parceled out for occasions. People were expected to hunt, raise crops, and gather to supplement what there was or contribute in other ways.

Alfie, tired of the tours, decided to learning soap making, how to sew on a treadle machine, food preservation and anything else he fancied. He even took to wearing tunics in order to feel more like the other young people there and for the garments freeing comfort. He also joined a group who practiced nature magic and the old ways. He didn't tell Dean, worried the hunter would see it as to close to witchcraft.

Bobby also tired of the tours that Sam found so interesting and wandered back to the encampment to the training grounds where archery was practiced. One of the instructors, Katsuro, was happy to help the elder alpha learn the finer points of archery and help Bobby brush up on his Japanese.

Dean was straight up bored by it all and being around so many people. He planned to give Cal back the papers naming him as the inheritor of the home and compound. This place wasn't for him and the papers were given before the sickness came and the world went to hell. He wondered of the elder omega even remembered doing that since if felt like a lifetime ago to Dean. He longed for his familiar home or the cabin.

Before they were shown the church, he broke off from the others, telling Sam he was going to explore. Dean wandered down the overgrown sidewalks passing quaint home after home and encountered a few cats; a ginger tabby kitten followed him.

"Go back to your mom, I don't want you." It stopped in front of him and sat, looking up at the human. "Don't look at me with those blue eyes of yours, I don't want a cat. Hey, don't feel bad, I don't want a dog either." It launched itself onto the human's sweat pants and climbed him like a tree until it reached his shoulder, clinging to his jacket with its claws. "What the hell, cat!" Dean went to remove the kitten but it was latched to the fabric. He could feel and hear it purring. "Fine, but I'm dumping you where I found you when I head back. Why the hell am I talking to you like your human…I must have a screw loose."

Later on, Sam would try to detach the kitten from Dean's coat but he didn't try very hard, then he gave it a tiny piece of cheese.

"Don't feed it or we'll never get rid of it."

"Too late, I'm kinda in love with this cat. Dean, we never got to have any pets growing up, lets keep it." The kitten knew who to butter up and climbed from Dean's shoulder onto Sam and the teen put it in his big pocket.

It was a done deal.

…

March 19th, 2000 The day before the Spring Equinox celebrations…

"Enter."

Sam entered Cal's office carrying the satchel of jewelry.

TBC