A/N-I'm doing a four year bump up in this chapter making the twins five and the other two four.

The only thing of use from the research center fire were the contents of John Winchesters wallet, pocket and glove box of the abandoned truck when he was first taken in. It all survived along with the identifications of all their experiments. The problem was, John Winchester had many different forms of ID. He was a policeman, forest ranger, detective, FBI agent, IRS agent just to name just a few. These were in addition to the several driver's licenses and every one of them had different addresses.

Abaddon read his journals as well, fascinated by the drawings and descriptions of supernatural creatures. She wondered what kind of man John Winchester was when he was alive. She shuffled through his various IDs like a deck of cards noting the changes to the handsome man's face through the years. If he were alive, she might have given him a tumble, he certainly looked as if he could handle himself in the bedroom. Abaddon pulled herself away from these fluffy, lusty thoughts and got down to business. She picked the earliest license, the one in Lawrence Kansas and sent a team there to see if the Winchester boys might have gone back to someplace familiar, given the state of the world.

It would be a long arduous task finding Sam Winchester but she wouldn't let a little thing like time get the best of her. She needed his blood, not only for destroying her grandfather's hard work but the woman needed an antidote to the scourge affecting mankind. Not out of concern for the world but because she owed a cure to governments and outside interests so evil it even made her cold, stony heart race with fear. The payout for a cure would be so generous that Abaddon could buy an island somewhere or maybe her own country.

The hunt for Sam Winchester was on and it would prove to be much harder to find him than she realized.

…..

Four years later….

Dean, clad in cut off jean shorts and sandals, silently cursed his outfit and only wore it because Sam thought he looked extra hot dressed like a Dukes of Hazzard reject. If this getup didn't prove Deans love for his brother, nothing would. Sam pressed up against the omega's back and he could feel Sammy's erection.

"Wow, Dean you look so sexy dressed like this," the horny alpha ran his tongue around the shell of his brother's ear, "I wanna do bad things to you."

"Oh yeah, what kinda things?"

"All kinds of things."

"Yeah, I get that but anything specific?"

"I'll lick all the way down to your muffin and…and really get right in there because I know you like that and I like it too."

"Babe, you had me at muffin. Damn, now I'm hungry for muffins."

Just then they heard a scream through the open window. Sam looked out the screen then down at his erection and let out a sign of resignation, "They're fighting again."

"Let someone else handle it."

"It's Nick, he's chasing Danny around with a worm, now Em shoved him to the ground."

"Danny or Nick?"

"Nick. Now Liam got involved, Dean we better get out there."

"See Sam, this is why I make you sleep somewhere else when I'm in heat. We don't need more than two."

"Yeah, I agree with you there."

…..

The four year old pointed a chubby finger accusingly at Nick, "Daddy, he chased me with a worm."

Bobby squatted down and looked his son in the eye, "Danny, I guarantee that worm is more scared of you than you are of it. Nick, put that worm back where you found it and say you're sorry."

The five year old looked down at his sneaker and scuffed it on the gravel, "Sorry Danny, I was just teasin'." He dashed over to the garden and dropped the worm on the ground, "Sorry worm." Upon seeing his parents exit grandpa's house, he ran up to his mom and pointed to Emma, "Emma pushed me!"

Dean ruffed up his son's hair, "Were you being a jerk?"

"Kinda."

Emma, knowing what was coming next, gave a half assed apology, "Sorry I pushed you because you were being a jerk."

Sam rolled his eyes at the smirking little girl but didn't call her on her lame apology. She was smart, almost too smart for her own good.

Liam appeared behind her, his favorite spot to be. He enjoyed being Emma's shadow and playmate. The blue-eyed boy tugged on her long braid, "Emmy, I got an owie," he pointed to his scraped knee, "I fell." Liam watched as Emma placed her little hands over the scrap and closed her eyes and hummed a tune he didn't recognize. A few minutes later she removed her hands and the open wound now had a scab forming. He gave her a hug but she pushed him off.

"Gross, I don't want your boy cooties. Let's go see the chickens!" She grabbed his hand, forgetting he had boy cooties and the pair ran to the hen house.

….

Nick crouched down in front of the three dogs, one was theirs, at least after he talked his parents into letting him have one. Nick named her Daisy and she was a Heinz 57 dog, a large mixed breed with brindle fur and she looked as if a terrier and a greyhound had a baby. The other dog belonged to Bobby and Cayden and his name was Hunter, a black and tan Sheppard-hound mix. The small dog, a female called Foxy, weighed in at around 20 pounds and her rusty colored coat stuck up like she put her paw in the light socket, she belonged to Alfie and Sheamus.

The little boy went one by one, resting his forehead against each dog, "Chasing cats and chasing Grandpa's chickens is naughty. You guys can play if you be good, otherwise you have to be on a leash."

Danny watched, the tot was fascinated with Nick and how he could talk to animals. Nick didn't talk much but that was ok because Danny made up for it. He made up all sorts of funny stories that at four years old, he kind of believed himself. His current story was about a walrus who lived in the woods and had a friend, a cat dressed as clown and rode on his back.

Whatcha tell 'em, Nicky?"

Nick grinned at his smaller friend, "To be nice to the chickens and cats." He heard his grandpa's whistle and booming voice call everyone to lunch.

As the little ones all dashed toward him, his heart turned to mush. He said to the tuxedo cat in his arms, "Those are some good kids, Bobby the 2nd." The cat rubbed his chin on his namesake's beard.

….

The exhaustive search for Sam Winchester finally brought Abaddon's crew deep in the Northwoods. They found the Omegas compound and crashed the armored security vehicle into the fence until the barred steel gates opened from the force.

Cal heard them coming before saw them. There was little time to sound the alarm which sent parents with small children scrambling for cover while warriors readied themselves as fast as possible. The leader stuck his ALFA combat pistol in his back holster and pulled his flannel shirt over it then stepped out onto the porch.

TBC

A/N Apologies for the shorty chapter.