The Winchester's
Chapter One: You're My Dad?
"Uh, Dean?"
The man in question lifts his head from his task. He sees his brother standing there with something held in his hand. He gestures towards it and Sam slides it over, a curious look in his eyes.
Dean observes the lettering for a moment, then opens the top, pulling out a note from the inside.
It read: You don't remember me. I don't expect you to. I barely remembered who you was. Here's the bottom line. You have a son, and his name is Daniel. I'm sending him to you because I can't afford him and he wants to meet his father. So, be at the Luna Café on Main Street by four o clock if you want to meet him.
Dean drops the letter immediately, wondering if it's all a joke.
His eyes flick to Sam, who grabs a seat next to him.
"Sammy, uh, I might be a dad…"
Sam's eyes widen in shock. He asks if his brother is sure, and the man tells him to read the letter for himself. Sam does so, pinning his brother with a look as soon as he read over the contents.
"What're ya' lookin' at me like that for? It's not like I asked for this to happen, Sammy!"
"Not right now, Dean," Sam replies coldly, storming off in a strop.
Dean shouts after him. "Baby, come on—don't be like that!" He flinches when the door slams shut. "Fuck!" he curses, annoyed that he isn't going to have sex tonight. Not after that. Besides, he has to go meet his so-called son.
This is a mess if he there ever was one. Who drops their son on some lay from a billion years ago? Who does that? Dean has no clue. The bitch didn't even sign it! It just ended with where to meet Daniel.
Dean isn't sure that he likes that name.
Then again, weirder things have happened in their life. For example, them being together. Dean and Sam have been in an incestuous relationship since a year after their father died. It feels right. Dean has no clue why. But Sam's the love of his life. He shares everything with his younger brother.
He initiated it, but Sam definitely escalated it. No one knows how to work him like Sam does. No one knows how to lead him to the brink of orgasm, then suddenly stop riding him at exactly the right time just to tease him.
Dean has a love-hate relationship with that move. He gets to experience an orgasm over and over, but he doesn't get to release.
Sam only ever does that when Dean teases him during the oral, though.
The younger brother may be the woman in the sack, but Dean's definitely the more domestic of the two. He cleans, cooks, looks after Sam—manages the bills and so on, while Sam researches on his laptop for the next case. Dean helps with that, too, and Sam calls him the Betty Crocker of hunters.
Dean gets him back later.
Always.
Frustrated, Dean runs a hand through his hair. Winchester's have big appetites for sex, so he just hopes that Sam won't keep him in a dry spell for too long.
"Sammy, baby?" he calls from the table, trying for a response before he goes and finds the younger man.
He gets none.
Sighing, Dean makes his way to their bedroom. Sam doesn't look up as he enters. He continues to type anything and everything on his laptop, not even acknowledging Dean's existence, which hurts a little.
"Come on, Sam, this must've been years ago," he advises.
Sam's eyebrows furrow. "I don't know that, Dean. There's no mention of the age in there."
The older brother's eyes turn sharp. "Don't even think about something like that, Sam. I would never cheat on you. You know that, so don't start getting insecure on me, okay?" Sam regards Dean for a few moments, his eyes indecisive. When he sees the sincerity in their green depths, and the hurt, he lets it go.
They share a kiss and ponder on what the hell they're going to do about this situation. Dean still has a feeling that sex is off the table for tonight, however.
"How can we even be sure he's yours?"
"Well, you know me better than I know myself. So you'd be able to tell if he were a mini-me, right?" Dean offers, doing some of his common poses in an attempt to make Sam laugh. He almost succeeds.
"If he's a mini-you, then you have some serious competition."
Dean doesn't like the sound of that.
"Competition for what?"
"Relax, Dean. He's a child. He's not going to take me away from you," Sam says, witnessing his brother's features instantly relax. Dean isn't really the type to share. Then again, it may just be because Sam is the only family he has left in the world, so he's very sketchy when around people they don't know. Especially ones that get too close to Sam.
"So, are we going to meet the kid, or just sit here all day?"
Dean runs a hand down his face and frowns. He doesn't like that a kid has been dropped on him, but he wasn't just gonna be a douchebag and not show up. That wasn't his style. He liked to deliver news face to face. If the kid was a hassle, Dean would have to be the bad guy and tell him that his mother made a big mistake.
The younger Winchester shakes his head. Dean asks him what's up. "Nothing. I hope he doesn't need therapy after meeting you…"
"What?"
Sam gives him a knowing look.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
Dean snatches his jacket off the hook. "Shut up."
"Do we always have to listen to this?" Sam complains, pouting in the passenger seat.
Dean turns his head and glares. "Sammy, what did I say many, many years ago now?" His eyebrows raise in challenge, provoking the guy to think back to that time in the Impala.
"Something like the driver picks the music, and I shut my cake hole?"
Dean laughs loud. "Ha! Didn't think you'd remember, but I'm so glad you did, and that you said it in that way." The brunet's pout returns. Dean kisses him on the cheek and flips the bird to a passer-by with a bible in her hand.
They park at the café, the Impala purring to sleep. Dean tells his baby that he won't be too long, which has Sam rolling his eyes. The two Winchester's enter the café, their temples twitching at the sound of the bell.
Simultaneously, they search for a seat and any kid that might look like Dean in any way. Hell, if he was talking to a circle of girls, that'd be enough to go on.
Sam notices something on the right side of the café. Some teenager who isn't paying attention is zoned out in the exact way that Dean does. Eyes to the bottom right of the room, hands clasped together in front of him and foot haphazardly strewn across the table.
"Dean, I think that's him," he announces, gesturing towards the kid.
Dean follows the direction, shrugs his shoulders and marches confidently over to him.
"Daniel?" he questions, crossing his arms over his chest.
Honestly, Sam feels uncomfortable. Before, he never would have put it past Dean to not use protection, and actually imagined a scenario exactly like this one. Now that they were together, the thought of it hurt more than it should.
The teenager snaps back to reality, regarding the two strange men in his eyesight, but mostly the one that knows his name and has his eyes.
"Dean Winchester?" he mumbles in reply, his voice slightly gruff. Sam notes that this could actually be Dean's son in the back of his mind.
"The one and only," the older man jokes.
Daniel looks over the freakishly tall man next to his could-be father. "And you are?" He can't tell if the two are related, because there isn't much about them that screams family.
"This is my brother, Sam."
The mini-Dean eyes Sam wearily, then moves his feet off the table, standing to his full height. He pats his hands on his jeans, mumbling a dry apology, as they were sticky from the pie he just ate. Sam shoulders his brother and gives him the eye. The older Winchester gets the message, throwing a stop-laughing look in Sam's direction.
Once the kid's done rubbing his hands, he reaches one out in greeting. The two Winchester's accept it, taking a step back once the exchange is over.
"So, uh, you're my father?"
Dean takes several seconds to flick his eyes over the boy claiming to be his son. The first thing he notices is the leather wristband. He remembers wearing similar things. He also sees a rock shirt worn underneath an open jacket. Not to mention the dark blond hair and the signature smirk.
Yeah. This is definitely his son.
Sam offers a sympathetic look, forgetting about the comedy in the situation for now. He has to be supportive of his brother, not mock him.
"I guess I am."