It occurred to me, the calendar might be causing some confusion...from now on I'll include days of the week, cause I think it'll be clearer. For the dates so far:

Chapter 1 (Prologue) was on Thursday, January 24th, 2008

Chapter 2, Jimmy's Point of View was on Wednesday, September 12th, 2012; Dean's Point of View was on Wednesday, September 19th, 2012

Chapter 3, Jimmy's Point of View was on Saturday, September 22nd, 2012; Dean's Point of View was on Tuesday, September 25th, 2012.

Reminder that Dean's multi-presenter meetings are held weekly on Wednesdays.

Warning for minor dubious consent in this chapter.

Chapter 4: Thursday, September 27th

Jimmy's jaw hurt from smiling. Normally, the ache in his cheeks was a feeling he hated, meant he'd spent days putting on a false front of happiness for the doctors and media who felt that he and Cassie's genitalia were any of their damn business. This week, though, nothing could bring him down and the smile was genuine. His heat was fading, but he and Cassie had hardly gotten out of bed all weekend and in between classes had retreated to the privacy of their dorm room. Their sheets absolutely reeked of slick and sweat and come and sex and it was disgusting and Jimmy fucking loved it, even though it meant he was spending his free afternoon doing laundry. He'd never seen Cassie come so undone before, over and over, had never felt that way himself. Their bond was fully in place, a connection that enhanced every touch, heightened every shared experience, amplified Jimmy's ability to scent his brother to the point that he could close his eyes and find his way to Cassie even in a crowd. They'd only parted when their class schedules had necessitated it, and the gentle smile with which Cassie greeted him every time they reunited was heart-meltingingly perfect.

I didn't think I could love him more. I had no idea. How much more incredible might being with Cassie feel in a year, in five years, in ten years? I can't even imagine.

Hands down, the past five days had been the best of his life.

The buzzer on the dryer sounded and, simultaneously, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Bending down to pull the dried sheets and undergarments into their laundry basket, he reached into his pocket and checked his messages.

Cassie (3:45 PM): I'm done with class. Are you done with the laundry?

One-handed, he tapped out his reply, "Yes, just need to make our beds." With the other hand, he hefted the basket and headed up to their dorm room. The building was large, the laundry room in the basement, the wait for the elevator stupidly long.

Cassie (3:47 PM): Do you still want to visit Dean?

He and Cassie had been surprised to arrive at the multi-presenters meeting the previous night to the discovery that Dean wasn't there. Since they'd seen Dean on Tuesday, he'd come down sick badly enough that Sam was spending staying with Benny. Nothing more was said on the matter and the meeting had proceeded in his absence, Charlie moderating. Without Dean there, the event had seemed flatter, though they still had fun. It smelled less like chocolate, too, which was a disappointment.

Jimmy (3:48 PM): Hell yeah. Why don't you stop by the dining hall and grab some soup for him?

Cassie (3:50 PM): Of course. Anything else you think he might like?

Stepping from the elevator onto their floor, Jimmy emerged into the white-painted hallways regularly interrupted by decorated doors labeled with the names of those who lived within. At mid-afternoon, many rooms stood open, the hallways filled with the quiet sounds of TV and music, conversations and games and studying, and a shrill woman arguing loudly and one-sidedly. People moved between rooms, some bearing bags, heading towards class or back to their rooms, others dressed in their pajamas or wrapped in towels and toting their shower things. A group gathered around a video game groaned loudly in unison as Jimmy walked past their door, he glanced over to see a splatter of blood and the words Game Over emblazoned on a screen. As he walked by, they argued over who would get the controllers next.

A man in a suit was standing in front of Jimmy and Cassie's door.

"Excuse me," Jimmy said, digging in his pocket for his keys.

The man turned, giving Jimmy a winning smile, and his stomach sank. Why hadn't it struck him as instantly strange that a nicely-dressed adult was randomly in the dorm hallway? Of course there was nothing random about it. Of course it wasn't a coincidence that the person was outside of Jimmy and Cassie's door. Of course it was fucking Dick Roman.

"Fuck off," Jimmy amended.

"Your parents told me you and your brother weren't interested in being part of the Movement any longer," Roman said smoothly. Furious, Jimmy stared him down as coldly as he could. Jimmy hated how the man managed to make the word 'movement' sound like some kind of God-given mission. Jimmy hated Roman's expensive suits bought with the money donated by those stupid enough to buy the crock of shit pedaled by Raise Your Hands. Roman's charity advocated the role of life experiences in determining presentation – specifically, the bullshit belief that a child's presentation type could be completely altered by how they were raised. Their claims were unsubstantiated by any credible scientific evidence, but that didn't mean they didn't have dozens of doctors who'd voiced support, didn't mean that they didn't have hundreds of thousands of people around the country who were desperate to believe that they could make choices and decisions that would enable them to have children who presented as alpha, beta or omega based on their parents' wishes. Those who followed all of Raise Your Hands tenants and ended up with the child they wanted were happy to crow victorious about the virtues of the program; those who didn't have such luck tended to quietly fade into the background to hide their embarrassment. The result was a depressing array of doctored, skewed statistics showing how "effective" Raise Your Hands was.

As let down as Lilith and Merv had been not to have their twins be alphas, the disappointment had been mitigated when doctors from 'the Movement' had found them and suggested that the boys could be famous for their differences. Suddenly, the "family problem" that had to be kept quiet, an embarrassing fluke that was being excused as God's plan that we must pray as a family for the serenity to accept since we cannot change it, had become appropriate fodder for discussion across the country. Jimmy had lost count of how many times he and Cassie had been interviewed for articles and television shows and documentaries and fundraisers. Not that they were expected to say much: mostly, they sat around and looked pretty while Lilith and Merv discussed their parenting strategies – strategies that, according to the Novaks, were those advocated by Raise Your Hands and bore only tangential relationship to how they had actually been raised. The older he'd gotten, the more fed up he'd become, the more miserable he'd seen Cassie grow, the more Jimmy had wondered how much money it had taken for his parents to sell out their own sons and make a spectacle of their sexuality and presentation. It was impossible to guess. None of that money ever trickled down to Jimmy, Cassie, or their other siblings.

Undeterred by the nastiest look Jimmy could muster, Roman smiled at him, brilliantly white teeth gleaming in the dim light of the hall.

"Go fuck yourself, Dick," Jimmy suggested.

"I appreciate that now that you are of age, you no longer wish Mr. and Mrs. Novak to be responsible for your publicity," said Roman. "There are some great opportunities coming up – for example, our annual charity ball is December 12th. It wouldn't be the same without you and your brother, and I'm sure we can arrange satisfactory compensation for your appearance there."

If we're going to break with our parents we're going to need the money. I won't put Cassie through all of that again, but I could do it, I could go alone and take the check and use it to pay for our tuition and room and board, pay for our books, pay for everything, maybe even get something nice for Cassie...

...no. We're not out of options. Abnormal can help. We don't need to turn to these assholes. We don't need to come "Exhibit A" again, like some fucking zoo animals.

"No."

"Come now, it's very inconsiderate of you to decline my offer without even discussing it with your brother," chided Roman. "Perhaps I should speak with him independently, he might be more amenable."

Clenching his jaw, Jimmy closed his eyes to collect himself. "Mr. Roman," he said with all the calm he could muster. "I will of course talk to Cassie about your offer. Unlike you, I don't need to keep secrets in order to accomplish my goals. And because he and I are straight with each other, I already know that his answer will be the same as mine." Opening his eyes, he saw a pensive look on Roman's face. He took a deep breath, fighting down choking anger. "Further, I can guarantee this: if you approach my brother, if you harass or bother him, if you do anything that makes him unhappy, I will never work for you again, I will convince him to never work for you again, you will not get even this close to us for the rest of our lives."

"Big talk," Roman said, stepping graciously aside so Jimmy could finally unlock his door. "I'm glad to hear that you are considering my request. I don't need your answer yet, there's plenty of time. Talk it over with Castiel. You know how to get in touch with me when you make your decision." As if there was any doubt of the outcome, Roman reached in his breast pocket, pulled out a business card, and placed it atop Jimmy's laundry. "Have a good day, Mr. Novak."

"Burn in hell," Jimmy suggested helpfully, dodging into his dorm room and slamming it closed in Roman's face. His confident word were belied by the desperate way he fumbled at the lock to make sure Roman couldn't follow. He had to warn Cassie and meet up with him as soon as possible. The bed could get made later; he wasn't letting Cassie out of his sight.

Jimmy (4:02 PM): Dick Roman is on campus. Wants us to work for him. Where are you?

Hastily, Jimmy grabbed the card and pocketed it. Dumping the laundry out on his bed, he sorted it quickly. He didn't give a shit about the sheets and boxers, but he didn't want to risk stepping into the hallway to find Roman still standing there, waiting for him, maybe following him.

Castiel (4:02 PM): I'm in line at the dining hall. Do you want anything?

Jimmy (4:04 PM): No, I'm good.

He couldn't imagine eating anything, his heart raced and his stomach ached. The happy afterglow of the week struggled against his new plethora of worries. He wasn't smiling any more.

Jimmy (4:04 PM): Wait at the Abnormal table, I'll meet you there.

Jimmy counted slowly to ten, taking deep breaths between each number. When he felt calmer, when his heart had slowed, when a couple minutes more had passed, he stood and left his room, grateful to find Roman gone. He didn't worry about where Roman had gone, not yet. They could figure out how to proceed once they were together. For now, he had to make sure that Cassie wasn't alone and vulnerable.

By the time he got to the dining hall, his self-control was largely restored. Cassie was sitting with Garth and Aaron making uncomfortable small talk and looking around nervously. Relief broke out beautifully on Cassie's face when he caught sight of Jimmy, and Jimmy felt matching relief soothe his remaining anxiety. Everything that seemed insurmountable when they were alone seemed solvable when they were together. Everything that made him feel weak when he was on his own could be faced with strength when he could focus on the need to protect Cassie, on the need to be strong for Cassie, on the need to be worthy of Cassie's affection.

"Everything okay?" asked Cassie hesitantly. Jimmy resisted the urge to wrap his brother up reassuringly in his arms, to say without words that everything was fantastic and perfect as long as they were together.

"Yeah, yeah, I dealt with it – I'll fill you in later," he said as he gave a wave and a smile to the two others sitting there. "Ready to go?"

"Sure. See you guys later!"

"See ya, Castiel," said Aaron, giving Cassie a flirty wave and nervous smile that Cassie didn't notice. Castiel's obliviousness was too damn cute. After a moment's debate, Jimmy decided he could safely ruffle his brother's hair in public, and did so. Cassie shot him an adorable scowl, belied by the affection in his eyes, and Jimmy hastily withdrew his hand before either of them did something more to expose themselves. He shot Aaron a look, though, in case the possessiveness of Jimmy's gesture had escaped the narrow-faced man.

The late September weather was lovely and warm. Fall hadn't set in yet, the trees were still green, the grass still growing, and there was a hint of cold in the air that served to remind everyone to enjoy the weather while they could. The student body took Mother Nature's suggestion to heart, and people were sprawled in groups wherever they could find a patch of sunny grass, strolling the paths between the buildings, laughing and joking in short sleeves and shorts. A few brave souls even wore sandals.

It was impossible to stay upset with Cassie at his side and the weather so fine. The walk to the family dorms was a short one. Cassie carefully held a closed container of soup with a roll balanced atop, a meal suitable for someone sick. As they walked, Jimmy filled him in on Roman's offer. Unsurprisingly, Cassie agreed with him.

"We should talk to Professor Shurley," was Cassie's suggestion as soon as Jimmy was done. "Is Roman even allowed on campus? In our dorm rooms? We might be able to call campus security if he harasses us again." There was a pause. Jimmy glanced over to see Cassie giving him a sheepish grin. "You're very intimidating when you want to be, brother, but I suspect that Roman didn't take you very seriously. He knows there's very little we can do alone to prevent him doing as he will. What he doesn't know is that we're not alone anymore."

"I know, but it felt good to tell Dick off," said Jimmy, sighing. "We'll talk to Shurley."

The conversation brought them to the main entrance of the family dorm. Unlike the other campus buildings, this one was set up like a typical apartment building. Beside the locked front doors there was a directory with call buttons for each apartment. Scanning over it, Jimmy spotted CAMPBELL on the list and buzzed up. There was no answer.

"Maybe he's resting," Cassie said. "We should have called ahead."

"Do you have his number?" asked Jimmy dryly. Cassie shook his head. "Me neither. It's fine. If he's not up for company, we'll drop the soup off and leave."

A tall man walked out of the building, held the door open for them politely, and they gratefully went inside. It took a few moments to get their bearings within, but soon enough they were standing at a blank white door, identical to every other blank white door save for a name plate with Sam and Dean's last name on it. Even standing outside the door Jimmy could smell the sweet smell of chocolate and milk and marshmallow. Cassie reached up and knocked firmly.

"Go 'way, Sammy," snarled the familiar gruff voice from within. "I told you, I'm fine."

"It's Castiel and Jimmy," said Cassie, words guttural in his throat. Surprised, Jimmy glanced at his brother. The intensity of Cassie's gaze as he stared at the door was shocking and strange, as if Cassie was trying to rip the barrier apart with his eyes.

"Shit," Dean snapped loudly. "Whaddaya want?"

"Charlie said you were sick, and we knew Sam wasn't with you, so we thought we'd bring you something hot to eat," Jimmy explained. "We can drop it off if you're not up for company."

Dean's scent surged in strength, leaking beneath the door. Cassie growled deep in his throat. The silence following his words was oppressive. As the moment stretched out, Jimmy wondered if Dean was going to say anything or ignore them. What, did we offend him by offering help? Or embarrass him?

God, that smells good.

The lock on the door clicked, the knob turned, the door cracked open. The smell of cocoa thickened further.

Cassie surged forward, shoved the door open and launched himself into the apartment. The door slammed hard against the wall and Dean groaned as Cassie flattened him to the ground, soup tumbling and spilling on the carpet, bread rolling away. Too stunned to react, Jimmy could only stare.

"Cassie, what the hell—"

Holy shit Dean smelled like fucking heaven. So did Cassie. They both smelled absolutely fucking spectacular, the scent going straight to Jimmy's head, straight to his cock.

"Alpha?" asked Dean, desperation in his voice.

"Basically," growled Cassie.

"Knot me," Dean demanded. "Please."

Holy shit, he's in heat.

Snarling, Cassie buried his nose against Dean's exposed neck, scented him deeply, mouthed aggressively at Dean's skin. With a shake, Jimmy got a hold of himself and stepped into the room, slammed the door shut, put a hand on each of Cassie's shoulders and hauled him off Dean. Hissing, Cassie rounded on Jimmy.

"No," snapped Jimmy. The word made no impact on the wild look in Cassie's eye, his heavy breathing, his obvious erection.

"Brother, the way he smells!"

"I know, okay? I know." Jimmy agreed whole-heartedly. His body was reacting involuntarily, his ass growing rapidly slick, his cock achingly hard.

Dean leapt from the floor and tried to grab hold of Cassie. Jimmy barely interjected his body between them.

"You want me instead?" Dean smirked suggestively, rubbing against Jimmy's body.

Fuck, yes, I do, but that's never gonna happen. I'm Cassie's, and Cassie is mine.

Even with his eyes sunken tiredly, his skin pale, Dean was gorgeous. He smelled unspeakably good. His dark-tipped hair was spiked in every direction, the rings through his lip teased at Jimmy's skin as Dean nipped his neck, the undershirt and boxers Dean wore scarce hid his fine muscled physique.

My arms around Cassie, Cassie's around me, Dean sandwiched between us, Cassie's knot buried deep within him, Dean's knot caught in my ass, that gruff voice begging each of us in turn for release, for touch, for kisses and caresses, begging us for everything.

Jimmy shuddered and pushed the image away. Barely restrained, Cassie inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring.

"Mine," whispered Cassie. "My omegas."

"Cassie," Jimmy shouted in his brother's ear. Cassie started, stopped struggling. Dean rutted his erection against Jimmy's hip, panting. God, that was distracting. "No."

"But...he wants a knot," Cassie whined. "You don't mind, do you?"

Do I mind?

"I don't mind," murmured Dean. "We can share."

Sharing sounds pretty fucking good, actually.

"It doesn't matter if I mind," Jimmy spoke quickly while his brother was momentarily lucid enough to understand. With how good Dean smelled, he must be irresistible to an alpha, even with the rut suppressant Cassie was taking. He was nearly irresistible to Jimmy. "When he's not in heat, he'll mind."

"You don't know that," said Cassie sullenly.

"No I won't," Dean agreed fervently. "Just need to be filled, just need something, anything. God, I'm so hot it's driving me crazy. Please."

"See?" Cassie pleaded. "Come on, don't be jealous. I'll always love you, but Jimmy, he needs our help!"

"I do," Dean whispered. He wrapped an arm around Jimmy's chest and rolled his hips against Jimmy's ass with increasing urgency. Flowing slick was rapidly destroying Jimmy's boxers, the tail end of his own heat sparking in reaction to Dean's wonderful scent, the temptation of Dean's hard cock rubbing against his crack. "You smell so fucking good, it's fucking unreal, and you're fucking mated, seriously, like, hottest fucking thing ever." Dean groaned, grinding against him. Desire and pleasure rolled through Jimmy and he bit back a moan.

Why am I fighting this? Cassie wants it. I want it. Dean wants it. What's the problem?

Bullshit. Jimmy had been in heat. If not for Cassie to help him, he'd have said whatever he had to, anything at all, to get a knot from any alpha he found that didn't smell completely nauseating. Dean had been in heat since at least the previous night and presumably had no one to knot him. Jimmy had never gone more than a few hours of a heat without getting what he needed, but even that had left him burning with desire; he could only imagine how desperate Dean must feel. The need easily over-powered rational thought. The effect an unmated omega in heat had on alphas was equally instinctual and ridiculous. The only aspect of this situation that was weird was that Cassie was interested even though he and Jimmy were mated. Dean couldn't control himself and had no ability to state what he actually wanted. If Jimmy stepped aside, if Jimmy gave in to the desires searing him, if Jimmy surrendered to Cassie's attempts to reach for Dean, if Jimmy participated, it would be tantamount to rape.

"Dean," Jimmy barked. "Go to your room."

"Please." Hot breath ghosted over Jimmy's neck, the desperation of that single word matched by the urgency with which Dean moved against him.

"Now, Dean."

"Jimmy—"

"Cassie, I'm locking you in the bathroom."

"What?"

"Dean, I swear to God if you don't get off me I will leave you to deal with this alone," Jimmy said with all the authority he could muster. "Get to your bed. I'll be there in a minute."

"Will you knot me?"

"For fuck's sake, I'm an omega, Dean." An omega who might have a functional knot? But that only happened once. Either way, there's no way I'm knotting him, but maybe I can help without doing anything that invasive. "Go."

With a pained noise, Dean tore himself away and moved. Jimmy's back felt cold and damp with him gone, soaked with sweat and slick.

"I'll knot you," said Cassie desperately.

"You will not," said Jimmy, steering his brother towards the bathroom, visible through an open door across the living room.

"But Jimmy!"

"Castiel," he said firmly, pushing Cassie into the small room. "Imagine if it were me. Imagine if I were in heat and you weren't there. Imagine some other alpha came in. Imagine, while I was desperate and fucking high on hormones, I begged for that alpha's knot. Imagine that alpha gave it to me. How would you feel? How do you think I'd feel afterwards?"

"I'd fucking kill them," vowed Cassie implacably. "If anyone lays a hand on you or on Dean, they're dead. You're mine."

"We can talk about where Dean fits in to this later," promised Jimmy, hoping Cassie was actually taking in any of what he was saying. "When he's no longer in heat, I swear you and I will have this conversation we'll have it with him. But until then..."

Taking a slow breath, letting it out, Cassie nodded. "Alright. Fine." Jimmy put a hand on the door to pull it shut as he left the room. A grip on his shoulder arrested him. "Jimmy?" He stopped and glanced at his brother. Cassie looked lost, cheeks flushed, pupils dark with desire, lips parted around quick breaths. "I don't know if I can help myself. Block the door."

"I will," said Jimmy gently, turning and brushing a kiss over Cassie's lips. "It's not your fault; he does smell amazing. I'll take care of him, and then I'll take care of you, okay?" Cassie nodded, pulled his hand away, lowered the toilet seat and sat, curling in on himself.

Pushing in the lock, as irrelevant as doing so was considering it was meant to be opened from inside the room, Jimmy closed the door. Jimmy went to the dining room table, brushed some mail and a dirty plate to the floor, turned the table on its side and pushed it against the bathroom door. If Cassie was determined, he'd be able to get around the obstacle, but he had faith in Cassie's willpower. Now that Cassie realized what he'd been contemplating, once he had a door between him and the intoxicating smell of Dean's hormones, he'd be able to restrain himself.

That just left Dean to deal with. What the hell could Jimmy do to satisfy Dean that didn't require consent?

...nothing. There was nothing. Fuck, letting Dean rut against him already crossed the line, even if Dean did initiate that contact.

I'll just have to see what he does, what he says, and do my best to respect his boundaries even when he can't do so. What a mess.

Dean was curled on his bed, legs tucked to his chest, head buried against his knees, hand moving vigorously as he jerked himself off. Every breath escaped him vocally, his hair was matted with sweat, and Jimmy wasn't sure if he actually smelled even fucking better than he had before or if leaving Dean's immediate presence and then returning meant that the scent was hitting Jimmy again like it was the first time. Either way, it was fucking intoxicating, dangerously so.

"Dean," Jimmy said gently. Dean jerked his head up. His gorgeous green eyes were nearly swallowed by black pupils, sweat curling around his face, expression slack with pleasure and desperation.

"Please," Dean whispered. In his undershirt, Jimmy could see the tattoo of a chain curling around Dean's shoulder and around to his back, see the outline of nipple piercings against the thin fabric. "I know, I know, you're an omega, you're with Cas, but please, anything, I need anything."

"I know, Dean," Jimmy said gently, settling beside Dean on the bed. Wait, he knows I'm with Cassie – shit, did he say before that he knew we were mated? No one else has been able to tell, no one else has said anything, how does he know? Jimmy pushed the thought away. There was no getting a clear answer with Dean while he was in such a state. For a moment, Dean froze, staring at Jimmy, even the hand around his cock stilling except for a visible tremor that whispered against the fabric of his boxers. Then, with a cry, Dean unfolded and threw himself against Jimmy, wrapped his legs around Jimmy's waist, his arms around Jimmy's shoulders, buried his face against Jimmy's neck. Dean's hips jerked against him raggedly. Unsure what was best to do, Jimmy didn't move, let Dean cling to him, let Dean hump his leg.

"You smell so good," Dean whispered. Moaning, shifting, Dean found a new angle, his cock hard against Jimmy's leg, and continued urgently. "Is this real? Are you real?"

"I'm real, Dean," murmured Jimmy reassuringly, wrapping an arm around Dean's back. Fuck, but this was hot, Dean's scent, Dean's desperation. Jimmy was achingly hard, it was all he could do to ignore the temptation Dean represented. "You're fucking delicious."

"Why won't you fuck me?" asked Dean plaintively.

"I want to," admitted Jimmy. God, it's true. I've never had much interest in penetrating Cassie, we just fit so well together when he knots me, I'd not dream of changing a thing. But with Dean?

Am I 'with' Dean? No...no, of course not.

But fuck do I want to be.

"Let's get you through this surge, then we can talk, okay?"

Dean didn't answer, only shook his head and whimpered as he ground his cock urgently against Jimmy's thigh. Through the thin fabric of Dean's boxers, the thicker denim of Jimmy's pants, he could feel Dean's swollen knot. Hesitantly, Jimmy reached around with his free hand, placed it on the small of Dean's back. Moaning, Dean wiggled his ass back against Jimmy's hand, begging with his body.

It's wrong, I know it's wrong, but if nothing fills him, he'll never feel better.

"Dean, do you have any toys?"

He must, he must have a dildo, maybe something with an inflatable knot. Every omega has something.

By way of answer, Jimmy got a vigorously shaken head and an ass pressed even further back, even as Dean managed, barely, to keep dragging his hardness against Jimmy's flesh. Amazed, Jimmy could stroke Dean's back soothingly. Even Jimmy owned a couple toys: a long, thick dildo, a smaller vibrator. Smuggling them into the house had been a challenge, smuggling them to college even harder, but he'd never regretted owning them.

Accompanied by whimpers, Dean's mouth worked against Jimmy's neck, mumbling something incoherent. It didn't matter that Jimmy couldn't hear the words, the tone and Dean's body language made it clear Dean was pleading desperately with him.

This is the only way I can help him.

Shit.

"I'm sorry, Dean," he whispered. Slipping a hand into Dean's soaked boxers, Jimmy's fingers slid easily along Dean's crack, found his loose, dripping pucker and stretched him open. Dean fucking convulsed in his arms with a broken cry of pleasure. The smell of cocoa exploded in intensity; from the direction of the bathroom Jimmy could hear nails scraping at the door. A moan ghosted from Jimmy's lips, the feel of Dean thrashing against him, dragging that hard cock against Jimmy's body, was incredibly intense. Sinking his fingers in as deeply as he could, Jimmy thrust hard. Dean sobbed thanks against Jimmy's neck, dissipating much of Jimmy's guilt.

Even if this isn't what he wants when he feels better, he'll remember how much he wanted it now, how much he needed it now. Sure, he'll be embarrassed, who wouldn't be, but hopefully he'll not remember with regret, hopefully I'm not doing him harm when all I want to do is help.

He wanted to do so much more than help with scant fingers, but he wouldn't, he would not let himself do any more than what he was doing now.

Adding a third finger, Jimmy spread Dean wide, pulsed in and out of his body, channel slick and gooey. Instinct screamed for Jimmy to suck his fingers clean, to suck Dean clean, he smells so fucking good, imagine how he'll taste, but Jimmy pushed it all away.

"Yes," Dean moaned. "Thank fucking God, yes – thank you, Jimmy, thank you, thank you..." With a sharp thrust back against Jimmy's hand, forward against Jimmy's thigh, Dean's movements dissolved into rutting spasms as he came. Even Dean's orgasm was fucking spectacular, long and drawn out like an alpha's – he is an alpha, he's both, God that must be fucking confusing for him – surge after surge as he moaned and writhed and panted against Jimmy, fucked himself back against Jimmy's hand.

Finally, finally, it was over.

Throw him down on the bed, pull his boxers off, fill up that tight hole with my cock, how fucking good would that feel? I want to know, I want to feel him, I want to taste him.

No.

Pushing through the fog of desire blanketing his thoughts, Jimmy held Dean close. His body felt good, warm, Dean's panting breaths pressing his hard chest against Jimmy's. He'd never held anyone other than Cassie, had never wanted to hold anyone other than Cassie, but with Dean it felt right.

Cassie against my back, thrusting; Dean in my lap riding my cock...

Concentrate, Jimmy.

"How do you feel?" Jimmy asked gently as, incrementally, he felt Dean calm.

"Tired," murmured Dean. "I haven't been able to...It's been hours, I think, it feels like it's been days, maybe it has been, I don't even know. I couldn't do enough. It wouldn't stop. I didn't know what to do. Thank you."

"Get some rest," Jimmy suggested, attempting to disentangle himself from Dean's embrace. Dean shook his head, clung to him more tightly. "I have to check on my brother."

"Are you really here?" Dean asked uncertainly. Jimmy laughed, and some of the tension drained from Dean. "Are you really mated?"

"Yes, we are." Dean shuddered, wiggled against him and moaned. "That doesn't bother you?"

"That is so damn hot," whispered Dean. Blood surged in Jimmy's ears, his fantasies started to spin out of control, but he quashed them. "If I let you go...will you come back?"

"Do you want me to come back?" Jimmy said, running a soothing hand down Dean's back.

"I do, I really do – not just because I'm in heat," Dean nodded. "I know I'm fucking crazy right now, still pretty damn sure you're a hallucination—" Jimmy laughed again. "—but I want you here with me. I need you with me."

"If you get some rest, I'll speak with Cassie, go get a few things, and come back, okay?"

There was a long pause.

"Okay," said Dean. Unprompted, Dean unwrapped himself from Jimmy and rolled sideways onto the bed. Looking down at him, Jimmy couldn't help but smile, Dean looked so sweet, so vulnerable, so trusting, so beautiful. Better, he sounded like he had enough of a hold on himself that Jimmy could believe that what Dean said wasn't just raging hormones screaming for satisfaction. That was surely still a factor, but Dean was clearly lucid where he hadn't been before.

"Sleep now," said Jimmy gently, rising and pulling the blanket over Dean. Dean nodded, tugged his pillow to his head, and closed his eyes. Satisfied, Jimmy turned the light off and closed the door behind him.

The instant the bedroom was closed, he had a palm on his cock through his jeans, spiking bliss behind his eyes. Fuck, was he hard and hot and utterly relieved not to have to repress his desires any longer.

Cassie. I need Cassie. Jesus, what is going on with the three of us, this is unbelievable...it's not just that Dean is in heat, it's that it's Dean and he smells like perfection and he's gorgeous and Cassie thinks so too.

Do mates come in sets of three? Is that even possible?

Heavy with need, Jimmy shouldered the table away from the door and jogged the handle to the bathroom door, finding it still locked.

"Cassie?"

The lock popped, the door pulled open, Cassie snarled, latched a strong hand to Jimmy's arm, pulled him into the bathroom, slammed the door closed, forced Jimmy's face and chest against the wall. Gasping, Jimmy's knees went out, but he didn't fall; Cassie was so firm against his back, rutting hard, that Cassie supported Jimmy.

"Jimmy," Cassie panted. "Been losing my mind in here, Jimmy." Cassie buried his nose against Jimmy's neck where Dean's face had been. "Damn. You smell good, you both smell good, you smell like him and you smell like you and it's unbelievable." Thrusting hard against Jimmy's ass, Cassie reached around, tore the button on Jimmy's jeans open, jerked Jimmy's pants down to his knees without bothering with the zipper. Air hit his slickened ass and sent a chill shivering through Jimmy's body. Cassie's cock was out, Jimmy hadn't even noticed, and pressing against him, pressing into him, without hesitation. Jimmy moaned helplessly, struggling to find the strength to meet his brother, not to simply melt in pleasure and satisfaction.

This is my knot. Cassie is my alpha.

...but if Dean wanted to share...

Fingers curled around Jimmy's cock, stroking him hard, stroking him in time to Cassie's desperate, urgent thrusts.

"So good, so good, so damn good," Cassie moaned endlessly in his ear, thrusting into him with as much desperate need as he had at the height of Jimmy's heat days before. His knot was growing quickly, catching teasingly and gloriously on Jimmy's rim.

"He's so delicious, Cassie," Jimmy moaned.

"I want to taste him." Cassie pulled Jimmy's hips back so he could thrust more deeply and sucked on the places along Jimmy's neck where Dean had smeared him with saliva. "Want to taste both of you together. It's all I can think about, Jimmy, him and you, both of you, my omegas."

"Me too..." Cassie's cock dragged sharply over his prostate and Jimmy wailed as pleasure obliterated any thought except how much more of the same he needed. There were no more words. Straining backwards, Jimmy met every thrust as Cassie gave in to the need coursing through him, his knot swelling, catching, growing full in the space of just a few thrusts.

They came together, Cassie's hand on Jimmy's cock, Jimmy's ass clenching around Cassie's knot, breathing desperately, sweat soaking their clothing. Knotted together, they sank to the cold tile ground, gasping, Cassie draped over his back, Jimmy leaning his forehead against wall.

Cassie and I together? Unbelievably good.

Cassie and Dean and I? Better. Somehow, it's even better. And we haven't even all touched each other yet.

Holy shit.

God, I hope Dean wants this when he's out of his heat.

A knock on the door woke Dean to his darkened bedroom. The smell of sex was thick in the air, his skin felt sticky and disgusting, his body ached. Slick pooled within him, shuddering heat through his body, dizzying him. Rolling over to get away from the damp spot on which he'd slept, he buried his face in the mattress, inhaled deeply and moaned as he found the spot where Jimmy's slick had soaked into his bedding.

God, it was real. That wasn't just a dream.

He'd lost track of how long it had been since his heat started – Tuesday night, that was when he'd gotten his tattoo, when he'd returned home and had to masturbate again. He'd stroked himself off twice in one day, when normally he rarely masturbated once a week. The next morning he'd felt sick and hot but had forced himself to class. There'd been no moderating the Abnormal meeting though – even had he felt up for it, he couldn't stand the looks he was getting everywhere he went on campus. Everyone could smell his heat on him, omegas eying him sympathetically, betas protectively, alphas hungrily. Hardly anyone just ignored him, and he'd felt like everywhere he went he was under a spot lot, filling his thoughts with paranoia about his past, about his father, about all the lies he'd told and what might happen to him if the truth were discovered. Aside from Sam, only Dr. Barnes and Dr. Moseley knew even part of the truth. When he'd retreated to his room on Wednesday night, devoured by the heat and need coursing through his veins, he'd vowed to go to Campus Health Services the next day and see if there was anything they could do to help.

Was it Wednesday night still? Was it Thursday morning? The twins had come over, he knew now that wasn't a dream. On Tuesday, he'd been relieved, even excited, that he was in heat. Having dealt with it for maybe 24 hours he wasn't excited any more. He was desperate.

Knot, I want a knot, I can feel the need rising again. What am I going to do? I begged Cas to do it for me, begged Jimmy even though he's a fucking omega! And they are mated. It was wrong of me to ask them to be unfaithful to each other, to let Jimmy touch me like that. I should have been stronger, should have found it in myself to manage alone.

God, I want them so much, want them even more than before.

Dean took a deep breath, filling his nose, his mouth, with the tang of citrus.

If Jimmy comes back, I'll send him away.

There was another knock on the door.

Forcing himself upright, Dean adjusted his undershirt, thought to adjust his boxers only to discover them sodden and disgusting.

"Just a minute," he shouted. His voice was rough and dry, his throat hurt. When had he last eaten or had something to drink? He couldn't remember.

I could go for some pie.

Stripping off his shorts, unsteady on his feet, he dug in his chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms.

I should text Sammy and let him know I'm doing alright.

Their living room was a mess, papers scattered on the floor, their table by the bathroom door, the chairs in disarray. He had no memory of moving things, but he didn't have memory of much of anything other than his body feeling impossibly hot and heavy, his ass and thighs slickened and sticky, his cock painful and hard, his body begging him to knot someone, begging for him to be knotted. Just thinking about it made him tingle, encouraged the feelings initiated by scenting Jimmy on his bed to burgeon and grow. It wouldn't be long before he was urgently in need once again. Walking across the room, he stepped on a cold wet spot on the carpet and shivered.

"Dean, you okay in there?" The voice through the door was a little dulled but recognizable as either Jimmy's or Castiel's – Jimmy, he thought. There was another rapid knock.

Dean seriously considered not answering.

It was so nice when he held me, so nice when he touched, so nice when...oh God, I was fucking dry humping him, wasn't I?

"Dude, not answering won't help, I already heard you," Jimmy called. "I'll break this door down. You made me promise to come back, I wasn't just jerking you around when I said I'd be here."

Maybe if I let him in this time, he'll fuck me.

With a sigh, Dean opened the door, unable to bring himself to look the beautiful twin in the eye.

At least Cas isn't here also.

"Hey, look at me," said Jimmy gently. Scowling, Dean glanced up, took in a glimpse of tousled dark hair, eyes deep blue in the dimness of the room, wearing a t-shirt and jeans in defiance of fall. "Dean, I'm an omega, too. I know what you're going through. I've been lucky, I..." He hesitated.

"You always had Cas to help you?" Speaking the words aloud made them more real, filled Dean's head with images he couldn't quell. His body ached for a touch, slick made a trail down his leg. Jimmy bit his lip, his eyes darkening.

"Does that bother you?" asked Jimmy.

"You asked me that before," muttered Dean, stepping aside so that Jimmy could enter the room, closing the door behind him. "Should it?"

"My incestuous relationship with my twin brother? I think it'd bother most people." Jimmy shied away from him, looked away, listlessly crossed the room and gathered the papers from the floor, carried them over to the kitchen counter.

God, he thinks I'm disgusting, he thinks I'm desperate, he thinks I'm an idiot who doesn't even know how to deal with a heat.

Wait. No.

He's embarrassed.

I could kiss him right now. I could wrap my arms around him, rub against his body. I could push him down on my bed, pull those jeans over that gorgeous ass, knot that pert ass of him just like his brother does...

"Right, so, um, have you had anything to eat?" asked Jimmy awkwardly. "When you're in heat it's easy to lose track of time and not take care of yourself properly. Oh, fuck, we didn't clean up the soup when we left, did we? Where are the paper towels, I'll take care of that now. After I get you something to drink, right..." Jimmy walked to the kitchenette, moved uncertainly, leaned first one way, took several steps another, jerked back around, uncertain and uncomfortable. Finally, he opened a cabinet, found plates, tried another to find boxes of dry goods, found cups in a third, filled a large plastic one with sink water and held the cup towards Dean hesitantly with raised eyebrows and a sad smile.

The only thing I can't figure out is if I rather fuck him or have him fuck me. We could do both...

"Maybe you should leave," said Dean, marshalling all the willpower he had.

Jimmy deflated, his shoulders slumping. "We're both dreading anyone find out, and here you are, and you could just tell. We didn't think anyone would be able to, no one has ever even be able to tell our scents apart, we figured there'd hardly been any change. Think whatever you want about us – but you do need help, Dean. If you won't accept it from me, is there someone else I can call? Maybe Benny or Charlie or your brother..."

"I'll manage on my own."

"Like you were managing before we got here?" said Jimmy dryly. He offered the cup of water again insistently. Reluctant for no reason he could define, Dean took it, sipped slowly. The chill of it felt good through his scoured body, helped ease the dizziness starting to swim through his head. "What kind of omega doesn't even have a dildo? Speaking of which..." Jimmy slipped a bag off his shoulder that Dean hadn't noticed, reached within, and handed Dean a box. "I got you something."

Through the clear plastic packaging, a long, thick, matte black cock nestled within. Dean swallowed hard, closed his eyes, tried to gather himself.

Yes, perfect, he could work this inside me as I fuck into his ass. It'd be great.

"Uh, thanks, but seriously, you have to go," said Dean, hoping the words didn't come off as desperate as he felt.

"Wow, I really disgust you that much?" Jimmy managed to say it with a smile.

God fucking damn it I'm wearing fucking flannel pants can he not see how damn hard I am right now? I'm sporting a fucking tent camp in my pants right now and he thinks I want him to leave because I got confirmation out that the two hottest, best smelling guys I've ever seen or smelled go at each other every fucking night?

The cup of water slipped from his hand and splashed water all over the tiles and cabinets of the kitchenette. The dildo box clattered to the ground an instant later. Growling deep in his throat, Dean didn't remember crossing the space between them, all he knew was that he was pressing Jimmy against the counter, kissing him urgently, messily, rutting against his crotch. This close, he could feel the matching erection that Jimmy's jeans had hidden.

"You should leave," snarled Dean, his hands roaming over Jimmy's body. "Fuck you smell good."

"Dean..."

"Can you be this fucking stupid?" Dean demanded. "After the stupid shit I said and did earlier, you really don't think I want you and your brother both? Fuck, Jimmy..." Dean took a deep, shuddering breath, forced himself away from the other man. Jimmy had his fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter, his back arching back, staring at Dean as if he was surprised. "Remember when I fucking begged your brother to knot me? When I begged you to knot me? You need to go, Jimmy. I've got the toy, now, I'll be fine."

He backed away, feet slipping against the wet tiles as his ass, until he crossed onto carpeting and his back bumped one of the chairs.

"Please, Jimmy. I'm fine – I'm fine...get out."

"You really are totally cool with us," breathed Jimmy, his nostrils flaring. "Christ, that's hot. Okay." He took a shuddering inhale, let it out with a shiver. Leaning down, he picked up the packaged dildo, held it out to Dean. "Okay, Dean. Go, take the toy, take care of yourself. I'm going to clean up out here and get some food together for you."

"I want to fuck you," whispered Dean desperately, unable to make himself move, starving for the man standing feet away from him. "I don't want to take care of myself, I want to take care of you. What would Cas say to that?"

"While we haven't talked about it as much as we need to..." Jimmy gave him a look that was pure heat. "I think he'd want to join in. If you weren't in heat that's exactly what would have happened earlier. But we need to be sure – we need you to be in your right mind – we need all of us to be sane enough to say what we want, what we really want. But Cassie and I – we're pretty sure we really want you."

Biting back a groan, Dean took another step back. "Jesus fucking Christ."

"Take the dildo, Dean," supplied Jimmy. "I'll help you get through the next few days, and then we can talk. We can't have these conversations while you're in heat."

Too stunned to argue the point further – who needs to actually fucking touch them, the fantasies alone! – Dean reached over, took the toy, and walked to his bedroom. Part of him felt like he was leaving behind every fucking hope of salvation and acceptance.

They want me?

Pausing, Dean glanced back over his shoulder. Jimmy hadn't budged, his grip white-knuckled on the edge of the counter, staring after Dean like he wanted to devour him.

They want me.

His bedroom reeked of slick and come and pheromones. Reaching back, Dean shoved the door shut, lay on his bed, pulled his shorts down. Fingers weak, he opened the box, pulled out the length within. His hands were shaking as he grasped it, rubbery and thick, exactly what he needed.

Almost exactly.

Uncertain, he stared at the black toy. It didn't have a knot, but even so it looked large, stunningly appealing but alien. He doubted any of his friends would have believed him if he admitted that he was a virgin but most definitions. Dean ran a hand along the dildo. If he weren't so hot, so desperate, he'd not have the nerve. As it was, he panted as he lay down on his back, hitched up his hips. The smell of lemon meringue burst to fill the air, dissipated Dean's doubts. Pressing his nose against where Jimmy had sat earlier, he slotted the hard tip of the toy against his entrance and pushed something more than fingers inside himself for the first time.

A groan tore from his throat. He'd heard stories about people's first time having anal sex, about it being difficult to fit a cock into inexperienced tightness, about extended time needed to lubricate and stretch even omegas, about discomfort and pain and tears. Dean experienced none of that. His pucker spread before the tip easily, his slick eased the way, and holy shit it felt good. Closing his eyes, Dean allowed himself the fantasies he'd been fighting against, gave free license to his imagination to picture the identical twins in his bed, picture them touching him and filling him. The cock within him wasn't a toy, it was Cas. The hand with which he teased his nipple to a taut nub, toying with the barbell piercing, wasn't his own, it was Jimmy's.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered. Slowly drawing the toy out of himself, slowly thrusting it back in, his hips hitched to meet it. Adjusting his grip, he pushed it deeper, as deep as it would go, craving even more. Friction made pleasure course through his body, a particular place spiking it to greater heights – my prostate, it's got to be, just like Jimmy touched earlier. Another slow withdrawal of the toy was all it took to crack his self-restraint and he slammed it back into himself hard.

Cas' weight atop him, hands on his shoulders holding him down, his legs raised to curl his ass up, expose him so that Cas could fill him and pound into him again and again and again.

Heedless of hurting himself, heedless of embarrassment, aware only of the demands of his body, Dean mimicked the fantasy, used the toy to fuck himself fast and hard, breathing in Jimmy's scent deeply until he no longer was sure what was real and what wasn't.

Jimmy straddled his face, using his hands to spread his cheeks wide so that Dean could strain up from the mattress, lick up every delicious drop of slick that leaked from Jimmy's pucker. Reaching up, Dean slid a finger easily in alongside his tongue, freeing more precious fluid until he feared he'd choke on it, until he dreamed of how fucking glorious it would be to choke on the delicious flavor. Jimmy moaned wantonly, pressing down to drive Dean deeper.

"Jimmy," he panted, catching some of the sheet in his mouth and sucking at the fabric. Had he any shame left at that moment, he'd have been crimson and mortified, but all there was left was sensation and need and bliss. He was filled, he was finally fucking filled.

I'm finally an omega, I'm really an omega.

His free hand left his tortured nipple, ghosted tickling touch down his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, wrapped around his cock. His knot was already thickening, teasing him with pain and bliss. Euphoria left him dizzy as the toy dragged through his channel, dragged over his prostate, with every thurst.

Thrusting hard, unceasingly, knot catching at his rim, Cas shifted, rolled Dean's hips up further, filled him even more deeply. Dean's eyes fluttered open and shut as his tongue and fingers continued to work, his view of a thatch of dark hair, Jimmy's balls, Jimmy's hard cock dripping pre-come onto his forehead. A hand reached around as from nowhere, Cas' hand, it had to be, and wrapped around Jimmy's cock, stroking him insistently. More slick flooded Dean's mouth and he moaned directly into that sensitive hole. Jimmy's answering groan spoke to how close he was, or maybe that was how close Dean was, or how close Cas was. They each spurred each other on so that it was impossible to tell; Dean was hardly sure where he began and ended, where the twins began and ended, as they moved and moaned and edged towards climax together.

Making a tight ring of his fingers, Dean clasped them around his knot and massaged it hard, feeling it swell further at his touch. As rapidly as he filled himself, he stroked against the sensitive skin, moaning, dreaming—

"Fuck, Cas, Jimmy, I'm going to – I am, I'm going to—"

A hand – he was too gone to tell whose – wrapped around his cock as Cas' knot caught within him, as he felt himself swell with come, as Jimmy painted his forehead, and it was more than he could take.

Heat enveloped his cock, sultry and perfect, and Dean wailed in pleasure as he climaxed, sobbed as a second orgasm followed immediately as wonderful suction enveloped the sensitive head of his cock, sucked down on him hard. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, his grip on the toy stuttered, a hand wrapped around his and drove it deeper, pumped him through a third surge as he sobbed pleasure. Desperately, he tried to articulate the only concept that made any sense to him at that moment.

"Jimmy," he gasped out brokenly.

Fingers closed over his, squeezed at his knot, milked another climax from his body as the toy filled him yet again. Forcing his eyes open, Dean looked down to see Jimmy, his lips wrapped the head of Dean's cock, his eyes closed, his expression rapturous, his throat fluttering as he swallowed, a thick stream of come leaking from the corner of his mouth. Dean slammed his head back against the bed, gasping through pleasure beyond anything he'd imagined, drunk on Jimmy's scent, limp and over-stimulated to the point of pain. Jimmy was unrelenting as he sucked, he left the toy half-in, half-out of Dean's body, reached down, and Dean heard the sound of a zipper lowering, heard the distinct sound of hand stroking over hard cock. Another orgasm left Dean breathless, earned a moan deep in Jimmy's throat that shivered through Dean's sensitive flesh, demanded even more from him, and Dean couldn't help but give it, spurting yet again into Jimmy's mouth.

"Stop," he mouthed the word, unable to find any moisture in his mouth to give him voice. Licking his lips, he tried again only to choke on a groan as Jimmy lowered his head, took in more of him, swallowed around him. "Stop!"

With a moan, Jimmy pulled away, panting, the sound of his hand working over his length not slowing.

"Maybe you were right," Jimmy's voice was breathy. Another stream of saliva and release dripped down his chin. "Maybe I should have left." Jimmy groaned and as Dean watched wide-eyed, he recognized the exact instant when Jimmy came: his eyes rolled shut, his mouth went slack, and a grunt punched from his lungs. The smell was wonderfully intense and arousing, a burst of fresh lemon sweetened with sugar. The scent, the sounds, the look on Jimmy's face, trembled one last climax from Dean's body.

Eyes flickering open unfocused and flush with satisfaction, Jimmy looked up at Dean, looked down at his own hand, glanced to Dean's cock, and laughed.

"What?"

"Cassie's gonna kill me," Jimmy managed, flopping on to the bed.

"Because you cheated on your mate?"

"Because I didn't share." Glancing around, Jimmy spotted Dean's tissue box and pulled out a handful of tissues, used them to clean himself up. What a waste. Grabbing several more, he cleaned up Dean's crotch, pulling the dildo out the rest of the way. Dean whimpered and folded in on himself. "Hey, you okay?"

"Oh yeah," Dean managed faintly. "Yeah, I'm great. I...I never thought it'd feel so good."

"Dildos are pretty excellent," agreed Jimmy. "I mean, the real thing is better, but in a pinch..." Jimmy reached over and tweaked the loose skin of Dean's stomach. Embarrassed, Dean flex his abs and Jimmy laughed again, dropping his sweaty head to rest on the bed. Reaching out, Dean gently brushed damp hair from Jimmy's forehead and Jimmy looked up at him, smiling. "I heated some soup I found in your cabinet."

"You made me dinner?" asked Dean. As the pleasure of his release slowly receded, he felt incredibly weak and drained, but also good, relieved. Satisfied, as if even though he'd not had a knot, he'd gotten at least some of what his body needed. "It's almost like a date." He hesitated. Jimmy looked so sated, so sweet, younger than he usually did. Fuck, I hope they're 18. "Do I still smell fuckable?"

"Dean, you've smelled fuckable from the moment we met you," said Jimmy, chuckling. "But no, right now you don't smell so strongly that an alpha would jump you in public, if that's what you mean. At least, you won't if you take a shower. You should have a few hours. But you know that..." Dean shook his head. "You...don't know that?"

"It's my first heat," Dean admitted, looking away.

"It's your..."

"It's my first heat," Dean repeated.

"Dean, you're 20."

No, I'm fucking not, I'm 19, I won't be 20 for two months, and God I am sick of lying to people. I don't want to lie to Jimmy and Cas. If, somehow, they're actually interested, I want them to be interested in me, not in a fiction of who I am.

"Gee, how'd I miss that?" said Dean sarcastically. "You know, for a few minutes there I actually managed to forget what a busted-ass mess I am. Thanks for reminding me. I needed that."

"I'm sorry," Jimmy's smile made it clear how genuinely he meant the words. "I don't think you're a mess, Dean. I think you're gorgeous and friendly and accepting and you smell like heaven."

"Yeah, well, you don't know me," snapped Dean.

Weight moving caused the bed to shift. Warmth surrounded Dean's body. Stubbornly, Dean refused to move, but his juvenile resistance didn't end up mattering. Jimmy hovered over him, moved until Dean couldn't help but see his face. Beautiful blue eyes met his own green, Jimmy's smile gentle and affectionate.

"That's true, I don't yet, not really, but I'd like to," Jimmy said. God, how does he say shit like that so easily, like it's nothing? Dean colored, nipped at his lip guiltily. "Now, you need to eat something. Come on, I cleaned up out there and made the soup. I found crackers, too. It probably got cold but we can heat it up quick in the microwave."

Shoulders shaking, Dean struggled to bring his thoughts into a semblance of coherence. He was tired and aching, drained from his release but still slick from his heat. The urge to confess everything to Jimmy was frighteningly strong considering how critical Dean's secrets were, how little he knew of the twins. Pushing the thoughts away, Dean focused on the moment. Of course he was tempted to make bad decisions, he was exhausted and hungry and dehydrated. Once he'd taken care of himself – once he let Jimmy take care of him – he'd be more rational. The desire to let his lust sweep him away, to urge to confuse this false intimacy with real intimacy, would fade.

"What's the matter?" Jimmy asked, slipping into a frown that caused a painful twinge to Dean's heart. He never wanted to see the gorgeous twin sad.

"Think Cassie would like to join us for our 'date?' " Dean asked.

Jimmy's sadness broke into a stunning, beautiful, beaming, blinding grin. "I think he'd love to."

Ten minutes later saw Cas' attendance confirmed, Jimmy finishing the clean up, and Dean standing in the cleansing, wonderful heat of the shower. As he washed away come and slick and sweat, Dean reflected on the past few days. It felt like, with the advent of his heat, a lot of questions he'd had for years had been answered. Now he knew what he'd been born to be. It didn't help him understand what he was now, but that was something he could work on figuring out afterwards. And, perhaps, he wouldn't have to figure it out by himself.

"Hey, Cassie!"

Dean could hear Jimmy's cheerful voice through the thin door and over the sound of the running shower. His voice, incongruously low from that slim body, sent a shiver down Dean's spine.

"Hello, Jimmy. How is Dean?"

Cas' voice was subtly different but no less alluring. He could hear the difference. He could smell the difference between them, too. Apparently that wasn't normal for them. Why was he drawn to them? Why were they drawn to each other? What the hell was pulling the three of them together so inexorably?

"He's going to be fine. This is his first heat."

For years, Sammy had pushed for Dean to confide in him and Dean hadn't been able to bring himself to do so. Sam was his brother, and Dean would do anything for him, but it had never felt right to unload his issues on the kid. There was still hope for Sam to be normal. Sam had presented normally, he'd grown up normally, he'd gone to school normally. Sam was perfect, except that he had a fucked up older brother who kept finding ways to make things harder for him.

"That's unusual."

Even the twins who are mated think I'm busted. Who am I kidding?

"No more unusual than we are."

A warm glow that had nothing to do with his heat, nothing to do with the hot shower, suffused Dean, and he wondered if he dared to blow that spark into a fire. Jimmy and Cas were so sweet, so handsome, so smart, so accepting. He barely knew them and he already wanted them to distraction. When he was with Jimmy and Cas, Dean still felt like he had a chance to be normal.

"I didn't mean to suggest that unusual was a bad thing. In fact, I think unusual is perfect."

It would be frighteningly easy to get comfortable with them. It would be frighteningly easy to fall for them.

"He sure smells perfect. Tastes pretty perfect, too."

"You'd better share."

"Oh, I will. He wants us to share him."

"That's amazing."

"Isn't it, though?"

Going forward, Dean would have to be on his guard.

End note: I mean it this time - I'll be working on other stuff before I start the next chapter of this. :)