CHAPTER ONE: DEARLY DEPARTED
-8 Years Ago...
Alpha John Winchester was dead.
And Lawrence, Kansas hadn’t stopped.
Not that his 2 boys expected it to. Dean looked over at his mother and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. As angry as he was about his death, he felt bad for his mother because they had spent almost 25 years together before he died.
He got into a bar fight while drinking and the guy pulled a gun on him and shot him 3 times. Now, they were without a family Alpha. Mary was without a husband. Dean and Sam were without a father.
Not that John Winchester was much of a father to him. From the moment that Dean had presented as an Omega John seemed to be disappointed in him. Dean started to rebel against the traditional teachings of an omega because he didn’t want to be thought of as different. He didn’t want to be thought of as weak. He didn’t want to be just a breeder, someone to house babies for the rest of his life.
He had dreams, motivations, things he wants to see before he settled down and became a baby factory. But John never wanted to hear any of that and tried to force the traditional teachings that an omega was supposed to get on him but it didn’t work. Dean rebelled almost instantly and refused to be a traditional omega.
That’s not to say that he didn’t want what other omegas wanted. A good Alpha and a house full of kids to take care of. He loved kids and he always pictured his life full of children’s giggles and long run on conversations of children talking about their days. He wanted it all.
Maybe his dad was right. Maybe if he didn’t hurry up and hop on the bandwagon of an omega looking for an Alpha he’d miss the opportunity to have all that he wanted out of his life.
After the minister finished the send-off, Dean helped walk his mother to the Impala.
-3 Years Ago….
-July 20, 2016….
March 14, 1986-July 17, 2016
Loving daughter, wife, mother, and friend
Castiel looked down at the headstone where his wife was laid to rest and exhaled. He squeezed the hand of his cousin Anna as she walked past him. It was such an anomaly for something like death at childbirth to happen to an omega, but it had taken his best friend. Omegas were built to carry and birth babies and yet, his best friend had died while in childbirth. Olivia Grace would never know how wonderful and beautiful her mother was, but he had promised not only himself, his children, but her family that they would never forget her.
The only thing he was unsure about right now was how he was going to raise 4 children alone. He stood there and deafly nodded as he kept staring at her headstone. Once the area was cleared out, he knelt down in front of it and put his hand on the top. “God, Evie, I miss you already.” He sighed. He wiped his tears and vowed, “I promise I will try my damnedest to raise the kids the way we had talked about.” He released a shaky breath. “I love you, Sweetheart.” He kissed his fingers and pressed them to the etched part of the stone.
He stood, turned and walked to the limo that waited for him. He stopped at the door and the driver asked, “Where to Mr. Novak?”
“Home, please, Matthew. I have four little ones I need to get home to.”