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FOUR
A mischievous green eyed boy left his mother and newborn brother on the bench.
His light brown hair and spackle of freckles sparkled in the sunlight as he climbed to the very top of the jungle gym
A shorter lady settled next to his mom, she had black hair but the preschooler couldn’t make out her face from this distance.
The woman pushed a stroller similar to his mother’s; two towheaded boys quickly abandoned her for the playground.
As they reached the top of the jade eyed boy’s self-proclaimed castle, the duo smiled and plopped down on either side of the 4 year old.
Both sun blonde hair, both sky blue eyes, both same grin, same…everything.
Twins.
“My name's Mikey, what’s yours?” the first twin asked excitedly.
“Dean Winchester.” he answered proudly.
Mommy had taught him his full name last week.
“That’s Luci.” Mikey pointed, “He don’t talk a lot. We’re 4 years old.” the boy holding up his hand, folding his thumb in.
“I’m 4 too!” Dean, wide eyed and excited, displaying his four digits as well.
“Wanna play in the sandbox?”
Dean looked uncertain, sandboxes were boring without toys.
“We bring-ed-ded dump trucks.” Luci offered.
Well, that sealed the deal.
Dean and the twins played happily until lunchtime.
When Luci and Mikey’s mom called them, Dean’s mommy yelled as well,
“Time to go home, Dee. Sammy needs a nap.”
Dean rolled his eyes at his new friends as they all dusted the sand from the trucks wheels.
“Maybe we can ask Momma if you can come play at our house.” Mikey whispered loudly.
Trailing back to the bench, as both young mothers strapped their infants in strollers, Dean spit out excitedly.
“Mommy, can I go to Mikey and Luci’s house?”
The beautiful blonde woman shared a knowing glance and grin with the twin’s mother.
“Playdate tomorrow, Hael?”
“After Gabriel’s nap, say…1 o’clock?”
“Perfect!”
“B-but today, Mom-my…” Luci begged.
“Tomorrow, big guy. C’mon, you can help me make macaroni & cheese while the baby sleeps.”
That seemed to cheer them up.
“Mommy, can we have mac and cheese too?” Dean asked eagerly.
“Yep!” his mom chirped, already holding his hand and moving the opposite direction as his new friends.
“Nice meeting you, Mary.” Hael called over her shoulder, Luci pushing the stroller carefully and Mikey attempting to pull his mother faster.
“You too, Hael.” Mary’s voice further away, she and Sammy trying to catch up to a horse galloping Dean.
That’s how it started.
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FIVE
Dean, Michael and Lucifer, by now they had all learned to use their full names when speaking to adults, had to get immunizations and a Tran Test before entering kindergarten.
It was a small town, only one elementary school and a single kindergarten class.
The trio of trouble makers would still be together.
Mary and Hael, now toting 15 month old, hazel eyed Sammy and 10 month old Gabriel with his infectious laughter, made their appointments back to back.
The theory being that the boys would be braver if they had each other.
Four shots each and a blood draw, no amount of bravado kept the friends from crying.
Blood taken for the newly approved Tran Test would be able to predict the boys’ secondary genders.
Sammy and Gabby would have to wait until they turned 5.
A week before school started, Mary Winchester and Hael Seraphson registered Dean Winchester, Alpha, Michael Seraphson, Alpha, and Lucifer Seraphson, Alpha in to kindergarten at Carver Edlund Elementary School.
After meeting with their teacher, Miss Becky, the mothers shook their heads at her cheery, over enthusiastic personality.
Dee, Mikey and Luci were going to tear that woman apart.
The first few weeks, the boys were good.
Excited to learn, make other friends and draw their happy families together.
Michael and Lucifer’s pictures included stick pictures of Dee, Sammy, Mary and John.
Dean added Mikey, Luci, Gabby, Hael and Bartholomew to his masterpiece.
And when Miss Becky attempted to explain to the boys the difference between ‘friends’ and ‘family’, they looked at her as if she were an idiot.
Crazy lady didn’t know what she was talking about.
After that, the phone calls and little notes safety pinned to their shirts began.
A first grader called Uriel made fun of Luci for his slight stutter.
Dee tackled him and made him eat the mulch floor of the playground.
Mary grounded him for a day.
John patted his son on the back, delivering a wink and a grin when Mary’s back was turned.
And when Uriel’s brother, Raphael, took Mikey’s red crayon and broke it, Luci pushed him off his chair and threatened him without a hint of a stammer.
“Touch my brother again and I’ll shove this crayon up your nose!”
That earned Lucifer a night without desert.
Michael refused the ice cream, an act of solidarity with his twin.
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NINE
Miss Becky had had her hands full that year.
So did every teacher, K-12, as the boys grew.
Especially when Sammy and Gabby turned 5, received their shots; Tran Test and registered for kindergarten together.
Samuel Winchester, Beta and Gabriel Seraphson, Beta, were automatically and diligently protected by a trio of 3rd graders.
Although, really, there wasn’t much to protect them from.
Shaggy haired Sammy was a serious student, first in class to be able to read simple words.
Mischievous Gabe, on the other hand, fell in to the role of ‘class clown’ and was liked by all.
Well, all except Gordon Walker, Uriel and Raphael’s younger cousin.
He was a bit of a slow learner.
But Dee, Mikey and Luci were dedicated teachers.
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TWELVE
By the time the older boys moved on to middle school, third grade Sammy and Gabby handled things on their own.
After all, just because Michael, Lucifer and Dean didn’t permit other kids to bully their little brothers, didn’t mean the three of them weren’t picking on the 8 year olds at home.
Sam and Gabe had made it their mission to be epic pests.
Dean’s newest interest was girls.
All the girls.
Michael ran for class president.
It was 6th grade but still a big deal.
And Lucifer discovered sports.
Mild violence with minimal conversation.
They continued carpooling, eating lunch together and hanging out on weekends.
But every afternoon, at the end of the school day, the trio would separate.
Dee held hands and kissed Cassie Robinson.
Until he found out she was Gordon Walker’s half-sister.
Mikey concentrated on lowering the cost of snack vending machines in the cafeteria.
Unsuccessfully.
He appointed a tall Beta named Balthazar as his vice president.
The guy was funny, had a cool accent and said the words ‘brilliant’ and ‘bloody’ a lot.
Luci had football practice.
When the season ended, he changed to basketball.
By summer, he joined the baseball team.
No one dare say a word about his stutter.
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FIFTEEN
Freshman year in high school brought the three friends a surprise.
Castiel.
Dean dubbed him Cas; Michael called the new addition ‘T’.
(cas-T-iel)
Castiel was just too long and too fancy for the tiny, pink infant.
Everyone’s baby brother, blood or unofficially adopted, became the center of attention for the five older boys.
Little T, Qa sweet, easy-going infant, was flooded with cuddles and kisses his first year.
Well, actually, his first 5 years.
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TWENTY
Dean graduated Robert Singer High School four months after his 18th birthday.
The Alpha went off to study criminal justice and criminology, planning to join the police academy when he turned 21.
Dee went out with a variety of Alphas (not a good idea) Betas (much easier) and even a few Omega females (clingy) the first few years of high school.
He and Beta Lisa Braeden dated exclusively his Junior and Senior year.
She was a year behind; they broke up before he left for the Hendrickson University.
Michael graduated valedictorian, 4.0 GPA, headed to Stanford University, prepping for law school.
The Alpha asked his girlfriend of three years to mate him immediately after graduation.
Naomi Campbell, a year younger, couldn’t legally attend college or leave home without an Alpha.
She was an Omega with limited rights and privileges.
Lucifer received a scholarship, full ride, to the University of Alabama.
While football was his main focus, he choice to study journalism and broadcasting.
Luci’s back up plan was a career in the news industry.
He had dated several male Betas though out high school, never settling with one, having no issues leaving any romantic interests behind.
By now, Sam and Gabe were sophomores at RSHS.
Sammy followed in Michael’s footsteps.
Class president, popular, confident, steady girlfriend, a freshman Beta named Jessica Moore.
The inseparable couple were a constant target of Gabby’s teasing.
Gabriel took acting classes and joined the drama club.
He was the star of the school play both freshman and sophomore year.
After a poorly hidden infatuation with his best friend, Gabe became the focus of Michael’s buddy, Balthazar.
Bartholomew had issues with the four year age gap, but after Hael reminded him of the fact she was eight years younger than him, the Seraphson family Alpha relented.
Castiel was now 5 years old.
Soft-spoken, shy, affectionate and obedient, his mother found herself nervous about sending him to school.
T was just too sweet.
And then her fears were doubled when Cas’s Tran Test came back.
Castiel Seraphson was a male Omega.
Female Omegas made up roughly 20% of the population.
Male Omegas were only 3%.
That’s three out of hundred, causing Bartholomew to veto any thoughts of enrolling his youngest son in public school.
After extensive research and debate, the Seraphson family Alpha came to only one answer.
Haven Port Omega Academy For Boys.
It was the best Omega boarding school in the country.
Beginning with the results of a child’s Tran Test until the boy presented by experiencing his first heat, the Omegas lived, learned, and trained on the Haven Port campus.
Parents could visit the first Sunday of the month from noon until 4pm.
The Omegas were to remain on the grounds at all times.
When Gabby called Mikey and Luci, Sammy called Dee.
All five young men, horrified and defiant at the very idea that their baby brother would be shipped off, away from his family.
Away from the world.
Three college students came home for the weekend; two high schoolers met them at the Winchester home.
Ignoring Mary and John’s advice to let Hael and Bartholomew handle Castiel’s education, the fab five walked over to the Seraphson’s house together.
After asking Cas to play in his room, Michael organized his brothers and parents at the dining room table.
“Dad,” Mikey began, “I have never questioned your judgement. As family Alpha, you have my respect and trust. I have to speak up now. You’re making a grave mistake. A life changing mistake.”
Bartholomew, appreciating his son’s politeness, nodded, “What error do you believe I am committing?”
“C-Castiel” Luci interjected. “Y-you want to send Castiel away.”
Hael looked around the table, studying each boy’s expression, “Guys, I don’t think you understand how important this is. This isn’t ‘sending Cas away’, it’s protecting him.”
“We grew up protected,” Gabby, in a rarely used serious tone, “we lived at home and had each other’s backs. Sam and I will walk him to school, stay with him every afternoon. We can help take care of him.”
Sighing loudly, Bartholomew answered, “It’s not just protection. Male Omegas are an enigma, your mother and I have no experience or education on raising an Omega. They’re different from other secondary genders.”
“Dad…” Sammy began, having called Mr. Seraphson the endearment since he was three, “I’ve never known anyone as sweet and gentle as little T. There are classes at the civic center, information online. Between our two families…”
“I’ll leave school. Come home, help…” Dean interrupted, causing a handful of gasps.
Mr. Seraphson shook his head.
“I appreciate the care and sacrifice you’re all willing to make, but we’re driving Castiel to Haven Port Monday morning. I am the Alpha of this family and I make the hard decisions. Arguing and bargaining will only upset Cas. He needs to know he’s done nothing wrong, that this isn’t a punishment. Think of him.”
“We are!” Michael spat through clenched teeth, “If I were the family Alpha, Castiel would stay home. Safe and happy with his family.”
“But you’re not!” Bartholomew losing his patience, “I make the decisions and will not have them questioned again.”
And that was the last thing he said on the subject.