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“Fuck,” Dean said.
Three pregnancy tests, three positive results.
He was so screwed. Pulling his phone out of his jacket, he called the only person he knew who wouldn’t turn him away.
“Bobby…it’s me. Can I come by?”
Dean lived in Sioux Falls, and Bobbie lived just outside the city limits.
He pulled into Bobby’s driveway and turned the Impala off. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel. After a few minutes, he sighed and forced himself out of the car, through the snow up to Bobby’s front door.
“Dean,” Bobby said as he opened the door to let Dean inside.
Dean walked in and stood awkwardly in front of the door.
“C’mon boy, let's have a beer and figure out what has your panties in a bind.”
“Can I have a Coke instead?”
“Alright, but what’s going on?” Bobby asked while his head was deep in the fridge looking for a pop.
Dean sat down at the kitchen table. He was trying hard not to fidget while waiting for Bobby to join him.
Bobby grabbed the beverages and sat down across from Dean sliding the Coke over to him.
There was a long, uncomfortable silence as Dean tried to get up the courage to tell Bobby he was pregnant.
“Um,…I guess I’ll jus say it.”
“Please.”
“I’m pregnant,” Dean said, looking down at his knee picking a loose thread.
“Damn it, Dean.”
Bobby took his cap off and ran his hand across his forehead.
“Who’s the father?”
“Don’t matter.”
“Like Hell, it doesn’t” Bobby growled.
Dean looked up at Bobby.
“It was a one night stand.”
“Oh, well…I didn’t realize you were allowing strange alphas to knot you now.”
Dean gasped a bit.
“It’s not like that. The alpha won’t care.”
“Really? I don’t know any alphas like that. Alphas are hardwired to give a shit about their offspring.” Bobby shot back.
“Sam Campbell.”
Startled Bobby could only stare at Dean with his mouth open.
“Come again?”
“Sam Campbell”
“The two of you can hardly be in the same room. You know what? Start from the beginning.”
“Um, do you remember the vampire hunt I went on a few months back?” Dean asked.
“Yeah…wait, Sam was the hunter who gave you a hand?”
Dean smirked at Bobby and looked away.
“Do you want to know the story or what?” Dean asked.
Three Months Earlier: Somewhere in Minnesota-
Dean was sitting at the bar at a local watering hole, killing time. He was so engrossed in watching a couple of alphas playing pool he didn’t notice that another alpha slide up to the bar stool next to him.
“Omega what are you doing on my hunt?”
Dean turned slowly to look at Sam Campbell.
“Fuck off alpha.”
“Someone needs to teach you how to be respectful.”
“I suppose you think that someone ought to be you?”
“What I think is that you should pack your stuff up, jump in that old car of yours and leave the hunting to the expert,” Sam said.
“I’ve got this Campbell, so just move on to the next,” Dean replied.
“Don’t think so, I prefer to know the problem is taken care of,”
“Asshat, what are you implying?”
Sam smirked at Dean.
“Not talking a foreign language here, omega. I’ve got this. There are at least four vamps and I’m not walking away until I know they went to hell.”
“I’ve got it too. By noon tomorrow, the problem will be taken care of.”
“Listen if you get in my way, you’re gonna get hurt.” The alpha narrowed his eyes at Dean.
“Are you done? I’d like to sit here and enjoy my beer.”
Sam opened his wallet and tossed a couple of twenties down on the bar. He also tossed a wad of government stamps at Dean.
“If it's about being paid, I just gave you five times what you’d make going after those vampires. I mean it omega…stay away.” Sam said while giving Dean a pointed stare before turning and leaving.
Dean watched Sam leave before pocketing the stamps and finishing his beer. Overall it was a good night. Dean won about five hundred dollars hustling pool and Sam gave him four hundred dollars worth of government stamps. He headed back to his motel room to catch a few hours of sleep.
Dean frown as he pulled the Impala next to Sam’s vehicle. They both parked down the road from the cabin, where the vampires were nesting. Getting out of the car, he grabbed his machete, deadman’s blood and a couple of other knives. The cabin was quiet as Dean approached. He was just about ready to open the door when he hurt an inhuman grunt come from inside the cabin. Opening the door slowly, he saw that Sam had a vampire tied to a chair and he had just given him a dose of deadman’s blood.
Sam hearing the door open spun around and had his gun aimed at Dean.
“Damn it, omega. Why are you here? I could have shot you!” Sam angrily said.
“You didn’t. I told you I would take care of the vampires. Why the interrogation?”
Sighing Sam looked at the immobile vampire.
“Turns out that this is just a lookout station and the real nest is about two hours north of here. I’m trying to get the exact coordinates.”
“Great! Let's get that information, and we can take out the real nest and be back for dinner.”
“Oh, hell no, you’re not coming. I want to live.”
“Fuck you, Sam. I’ve been hunting vampires since you were in diapers. Plus, my scent is around this cabin as much as yours, so I’m in.”
“Working together they were able to ‘persuade’ the vampire to give them the coordinates to the nest, and now Dean was following behind Sam.
Dean was currently driving behind Sam heading towards the vampire nest. He really couldn't remember a time that he spent so much time with an alpha who wasn’t his father. He tended to work alone or with his father and of course Bobby who was a beta.
Parking about half a mile down the road both men prepared themselves to walk into a house full of sleeping vampires. Sam had a blowpipe with darts, full of deadman’s blood. Dean was more than intrigued by the pipe. He wanted one.
Sam motioned to Dean to go through the front entrance, while he went around to the back. Quietly entering the house, Dean saw the first vampire on the couch. He had blood smeared across his face. After the first beheading, it seemed like time flew by. He found himself working side by side with Sam killing vampires. Unfortunately, they were too late to save young women from being the vampires last meal. Dean documented the kills with photos and sending emails to DHH. Then he and Sam dug a massive grave and burnt the bodies.
“C’mon let's find a motel and clean up and grab a bite.” Sam proposed.
“Are you sure? You know, with me being omega and all.”
“Shut up,” Sam said smiling.
The nearest motel only had one room available. Dean was ok with that because he just wanted to shower grab a bite and hit the road. Sam could have the room. Dean showered first. He sat at the little table writing up his report for the DHH when the alpha stepped out of the bathroom steam swirling around Sam. Sam only had a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Sorry. I forgot my clothes.” Sam said grabbing his clothes from the bed.
Dean couldn’t help himself. He tried not to stare at the alpha, but he couldn’t look away. Sam stopped walking and scented the air. Excited omega. Sam's eye’s narrow when he saw Dean staring at him. Stalking towards Dean, he pulls the omega out of the chair. Both men started kissing, nipping and grabbing each other.
“Alright Dean, I don’t need those details,” Bobby said bringing Dean out of his memories.
“How do you know that Sam won’t want the baby.”
Dean blushed and stood up grabbing his wallet. He pulled a note out of his wallet and tossed it over to Bobby. Bobby opened the note and read it.
“This doesn’t make us friends.” –Sam
“You’re both idgits.”
TBC