A/N-Updated the age on the kids again but with the current hunting for Sam storyline. The twins are now14.

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Time alone with each other was a true luxury and the brothers took full advantage of it.

Nick and Emma were staying with their grandpa for a few weeks so they could try out regular school. It wasn't really regular school, not the way Sam had it but at least it was something. Sheamus had opened a part of the school up and taught classes, something he was more than qualified for. It was a ragtag group of kids there of different ages. Some still had parents but quit a few did not. Those children lived at the school in a makeshift dorm Alfie cobbled together from furniture and beds from a community shelter. This would be the first time the twins would spend real time around other children besides Danny and Liam.

At first, Dean fought Sam on this. He felt his smarty pants bother was more than adequate to teach their children but Sam explained how important it was for them to learn how to get along with other kids their own ages and be in a structured environment. Sam had to literally drag Dean off Bobby's porch and shove him into Baby then they dropped the kids off. Although Sam understood Deans fears, he felt it was the right step to take.

When they got back to the cabin and went inside, the first thing he did was bend Dean over the kitchen table and mount him. The first week turned into a veritable fuck-fest with the brothers only stopping to eat, use the toilet and shower off the rankness. No one turned Dean on like Sam did, the height, lanky muscle, dimples, and everything else about his face and body sent the omega into orbit. It embarrassed Sam when Dean complimented him on his dick, especially when he did it right up close like he was right at that moment.

Dean held the twitchy, long shaft with both hands and cooed his praise, "You're a pretty, pretty stallion cock, aren't yah sweetheart…wanna visit my corral for some sugar?"

Sam looked down at him, trying to maintain his composure. He'd orgasmed three times that day and didn't think his balls had anything left. Even a physically fit stud in his late twenties and infected with demon blood and a supernatural virus had his limits.

"Dean stop, it looks like you're putting on a demented puppet show."

"Oh, I don't know Sammy, he looks really into it," Dean squeezed the shaft and licked the pearly little drop at the tip, "see? I'm feeling a little sore in the omega zone so how about we swap blowjobs or I could sit on your face or you could sit on mine to switch things up."

Sam held his freckled shoulders and moved Dean off him, "How about we have a nice supper, make out by the fire, and have a drink, instead? Let's see what pops up later."

Dean hopped to his feet and waved his fingers at his alpha, "Ah, kinky, making us wait. Ok, I'm game. I'll check on the bread dough, should be ready for the oven. What else should we have?"

"Fried potatoes and eggs."

Sam stood behind him, watching Dean's strong shoulders move rhythmically as he expertly shaped the dough before putting it in the woodburning oven. It hit him, this was an exact moment from one of his childhood visions. The scents, the heat, Dean's bare back with a trickle of sweat coursing down his spine felt more like a memory rather than this moment. More and more things Sam had dreamt, envisioned, or painted had come to fruition. He was glad as he became older, it happened less and less. The gift came from demon blood and every time he had a flash of things to come it reminded him of different, he was.

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Cal waivered back and forth on the desk chair, using the last of his strength not to fall to the floor. Things were not going well, no siree. He could hear people yelling and screaming just outside the window as they gathered the injured and dragged the dead away. When the bald man demanded to know where Sam Winchester was, Cal said he didn't know, that Sam was a hunter and hunters had no home. That answer was met with a bazooka round to the community building, killing everyone inside. He was beaten, dragged into his office and now, his files and bookcases were being ransacked.

The bald man found what he was looking for and let out a victorious whoop. He had what he came for, the location of the cabin the omega group worked on with the Winchesters. There were even maps with routes to follow. Cal wanted to be out there with his people and if he could have served up Sam Winchester on a silver platter, he would have done it. The screams and wailing he heard through the window would be etched in his memory for an eternity.

It took effort to raise his head enough to look the piece of garbage in the eye, "You got what you wanted. I am begging you; please just leave. There has been enough killing. I need to help my people."

Edgar raised his gun and pressed it against the omega leader's temple. Cal closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to a god and goddess with names lost to the ages. A single bullet took him out of this world in a blink of an eye.

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As Mrs. Wembley droned on about math and why it was important in a post virus world, Emma scratched a heart into the frost that had formed on the classroom window then glanced over at Liam the math whiz. He'd gone from annoying little friend to a full-fledged hottie. He was tall for his age and lanky and thank goodness he took after his mom in the looks department. Emma liked his serious side because in a world like this one, you couldn't afford to be a goofball all the time.

There were a few other boys she met here and they were ok and they certainly wanted to chat up the beautiful, outgoing girl but they didn't know the things she did even though they grew up in the same world. Liam knew because he lived in her world, the Winchester world where it was more dangerous and filled with evil around every corner. He got her and didn't mind that she was incredibly strong or could heal with her hands or her slight overbite. She didn't feel like a freak around him or have to explain how and why all the time. Liam was a year younger but that was ok, he was more mature than the bozos whispering behind her.

Emma's brother caught her eye and made a smoochy face then glanced over at Liam. It was his quest to tease her whenever he got the chance. She flipped him off and the boys behind her broke out laughing. Mrs. Wembley gave them all a light smack on the head with her ruler and Emma too for flipping the bird. That shit flew in this world, people didn't have time for bull.

Nick sat up straight as the small woman walked past him, he didn't want to get the ruler. When the coast was clear, Danny tossed a balled up piece of paper on his desk and smiled at him. He'd been doing a lot of that lately, smiling at Nick and being extra nice. Not that he wasn't nice usually but something was different between them now, a sort of tension worked its way into their lifelong friendship and he felt it for the first time the past summer.

He carefully unfolded the wad of notebook paper and read the contents. "Your freckles look extra cute today and your lips are pretty."

He looked over at the boy with the thick, wavey dark auburn hair and dimples, and shrugged his shoulders, not knowing why he sent such a weird note to him. Yeah, he had freckles like mom and mom's same generous lips but who cared about stuff like that?

The bell rang and the high schoolers stampeded out the classroom door, all fifteen of them. The school days ended at 2:00 pm sharp to give everyone a chance to go where they had too before dark, the ones with homes that is.

Instead of their grandpa's truck, the twins spotted the Impala parked out front and their parents standing outside it. They ran full tilt and took turns hugging Sam and Dean. Emma announced breathlessly, "I got my first period while you were gone. Mom, you didn't tell me how much it was gonna suck. I've got cramps and have to use tampons and pads. Nana Cay said for a heavy flow it's best to use both. Have you ever used a tampon, mom, it's awful. Thank god Nana had some and explained things to me as best he could."

Dean could tell she was pissed he left her during such a momentous milestone and he felt pretty bad about it. "Sorry Em. I guess you are a late bloomer like I was. I don't know things about women's monthlies because I'm not one so I don't know how much help I would have been. I should have been here though."

"Well Nana isn't either and he managed." Emma gestured to her dad, "Dad had to tell us about sex and periods and presenting and where babies come from." She rubbed her arms as if warding off a chill, "It still haunts me."

Nick nodded in agreement, "Dad used all the technical terms and gave all the details and drew diagrams, no thanks, I don't want to present as anything. I'm a beta for sure."

Danny ran up behind Nick and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, "Hi guys, Grandpa will be so happy to see you!"

Dean's eyes narrowed when he noticed the slight squeeze Mister Handsome Puberty Boy gave his son's shoulders.

Liam appeared next to Emma as he often did, almost magically and without warning. There was no shoulder squeezing and he kept his hands folded in front of him. Dean, in his head of course, deemed him Mister Cute Safe Puberty Boy for Now. The way Emma's cheeks turned pink from his close proximity told him everything he needed to know.

"Well shit…a couple weeks away and this is what I come back to…."

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Abaddon's small group parked down the road with only one vehicle for the mission. They hiked to the cabin knowing the element of surprise would be the only way to take down a Winchester or a any hunter for that matter. Once they realized no one was there, Edgar busted the padlock on the front door and went inside to look for clues.

TBC