So this is my first attempt at writing, not sure how it turned out let me know what you think

Sam looked around his room and sighed, he sat arms crossed on his desk and looked out at the beautiful view of the New York sky line, the calming pale blues of his room doing nothing to soothe his dark mood. He knew he had no reason to complain unlike most people he would never have to worry about the larger parts of life. Rent, bills, a job the thought of his life revolving around these things seemed an alien concept to Sam. Alien but welcome. As much as Sam felt he had no right to hate his own life in comparison to others he couldn't help but be jealous of those other people with their normal worries and concerns, couldn't help the bitter thoughts that entered his head, "at least they have freedom" he thought.

Sam lifted his head at the sound of his door opening the heavy oak moving to reveal his older brother holding a tray of soup.

"Hey Bobby said you didn't have anything at lunch today dude, thought you might want something" Sam couldn't help giving a small smile at his brothers concern. He looked at his brother and was once again reminded of the strong differences between them Dean was strong and masculine the only part of him that could ever be described as soft was his self loathed pouty mouth. Personality wise Dean would always be his father unlike his sensitive younger brother he prided himself on his ability to control his emotions and his strong interest in the family business. Sam however from what he had heard was purely his mother from his high feline bone structure to his gentle nature that could turn fiery when necessary.

"Not really hungry" Sam replied.

"Dad will be back later he won't be happy if I let you get sick"

Sam let out a small smirk at that as much as his father drove him mad he couldn't deny that his dad loved him, he just wished he didn't feel the need to smother him.

John Winchester was a powerful and much feared man. Starting young he had slowly risen to the head of his own family dealing mainly in narcotics, money laundering and racketeering. He had fallen in love and married his childhood sweetheart Mary. John had been happy he owned a large part of New York had a beautiful wife and had two wonderful sons Dean being a miniature him, and baby Sammy looking like he would become a tiny Mary. But it had all been cruelly snatched from him; another family boss had been concerned about a younger shrewder better man taking over his businesses and had decided to take him out before he could become a real threat. He'd waited until John had gotten home before torching his home.

John had managed to escape along with Dean and Sam but Mary had died saving her children. John had been destroyed the only things keeping him together were his boy's and the idea of revenge. He'd gotten his revenge taking out the other boss and had taken the rest of New York with him. Now he was the most powerful Crime boss on the eastern coast if not America. His success however had had its downsides he had become a target for every wannabe gangster wanting his throne, and so his boy's had become targets as well.

Dean had never caused his father to worry, when John was gone Dean would take over and John knew he would do so brilliantly his natural instinct and intelligence would do him well. He couldn't be prouder of his son. Sam however was another story.

Sam was all that John had left of Mary his only tie to the woman he had loved so fiercely, sometimes when he looked at his youngest son he swore he could see Mary staring back at him with the same green brown soulful eyes. This combined with the knowledge that unlike Dean Sam was not meant for this life led John to be over protective to the point of smothering. He knew this rankled his youngest but he would rather deal with Sam's ire than deal with what could happen to his baby.

Sam smiled and accepted the tray years of experience showing him that it would be easier to just let Dean take care of him than try to fight him.

"Thanks Dean"

Sam was 19 years old and was still treated like a child, he'd wanted to go to college had been accepted into Stanford on a full ride but his father wouldn't hear of it, it was the only time he'd had a real fight with his family and it had ended with his father telling him that if he wanted to go to college he shouldn't come back. He'd gotten ten blocks before John had sent Bobby, his most trusted friend and worker to get him and bring him back. John had apologised then hugged him and explained that he wanted Sam to be happy but he couldn't let him go to college, that he needed to stay at home with him and Dean so they could protect him.

Without school to escape to Sam had been stuck at home. Every time he tried to go out he was followed he didn't have a moment to himself. Finally after six months of begging and slowly going insane John had finally relented and had allowed him to get a small part time job at a local family coffee house whose, owners an old east European married couple, John knew well he worked five days a week from nine till three and was always dropped off and picked up by either Bobby, Dean and sometimes his father he was also either met for lunch or ate with the owners so he couldn't even skip a meal without everyone being on his back. It was like being at school again.

"I thought he was gone for the rest of the week" his father had been on business in Los Angeles for the past two weeks leaving Dean in charge of the New York businesses and Sam in the care of Bobby despite the formers protests.

"Yeah well didn't take as long as he thought it would so he's back tonight he'll probably give you a whole inquisition so prepare yourself Bobby's already getting ready to reassure him that we haven't let you run wild doing drugs, and partying all night."

"Sounds fun" Sam replied absentmindedly

"Sam" Dean said a warning clear in his voice he didn't like imagining his little brother out getting into trouble it didn't sit right with him. Sam belonged at home with his family if the last nineteen years had taught him anything it was that the world was a cruel and harsh place and that you needed to be strong to survive, in Deans mind Sam was too innocent, too gentle to be let lose in it, he would be swallowed up and spat out and Dean had made it his responsibility to prevent this from happening.

"Joking Dean Jesus man lighten up between you and dad I think it's safe to say I won't be cutting lose anytime soon" Sam reassured he needed to keep Dean on his side if he didn't want things to get worse.

"Yeah well just get ready dinners at eight". With one final glance at his younger brother Dean left, he had various reports to get ready for when his dad got back, he had his own interrogation to look forward to.

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John smiled at the familiar surroundings New York would always be home to him he loved the feel of the city how it suited his line of business perfectly yet still managed present a facade of culture and respectability. He couldn't wait to see his boy's, no matter how old they got he would always look at them as his children who needed his love and protection no matter what.

Ever since the fire his life had revolved around his boy's and his work, of course there had been woman he was a man he had needs but none had come close to Mary. Nineteen years later and he still missed her as much as when he had first lost her still had an aching hole in his heart that only she could fill, no other woman had a chance compared to his wife's memory.

He smiled as he pulled up to the familiar building a nineteenth century apartment block just off central park, his apartment had been pricy but had it had defiantly been worth it the entire top floor belonged to him and boasted breathtaking views of the surrounding city.

"hey Caleb" he called to the doorman a useful employee who alerted him to the arrival of unwanted guests, and also informed him of any sneaking out committed by his boy's.

"Evening John how was California get everything done"

"Would I be back otherwise" John replied grinning well aware of his reputation as a workaholic.

Caleb chuckled in response letting his boss into the building.

John rode the elevator to the top floor and thought about his trip. The gangs down there had been giving him trouble for awhile and he hoped his little visit had suppressed them indefinitely. Whenever he visited California he was always reminded of his youngest's desire to go to college, if it was up to Sammy he would be in Palo Alto studying law, but John couldn't allow that to happen he still felt guilty at how disappointed Sammy had been but the thought of his youngest thousands of miles from home alone and unprotected crushed any guilt, if it was Dean wanting to go then maybe he might have been persuaded Dean he could trust to take care of himself, but Sammy no way.

John let out a deep breath as he entered the apartment "home sweet home" he thought. He smiled as he saw his oldest stood by one of the full length windows staring intently at a file in his hand.

"What no hello for the old man" John teased alerting Dean to his presence.

"dad hey your back" Dean walked over to his father and smacked him lightly on the shoulder, John smiled at the familiar greeting ever since he had turned fourteen it had been impossible to get a hug or any other 'pansy ass' sign off affection from his oldest.

"how you been son not too busy I hope" John asked hoping his son understood what he was asking, he never liked to talk too openly about his business in his family home.

"Nah not too busy everything's been smooth this end how was California"

"Good shouldn't have any more problems from that end" John replied letting Dean know the matter was taken care of for now, they'd talk more about the business later in his office When Bobby was present but know he just wanted to unwind with his family, speaking of which.

"Hey where's Sammy" John asked looking for any sign of his youngest.

"here dad and it's Sam by the way" John let out a breath as his youngest entered the living area no matter how often he saw Sammy it still made him pause at the strong resemblance to his late wife.

"Hey Sammy" John said grabbing his youngest for a hug glad that unlike dean he was still able to show him physical affection without it ending a wrestling match. "How have you been kiddo?"

"no complaints" Sam replied no matter how many times he insisted on being called Sam his dad always referred to him as Sammy.

"Good to know, you been eating right your feeling kind of skinny, how's work been" John questioned examining Sammy for any signs of injury or illness.

"yes I'm eating, works fine and don't worry Dean and Bobby have been keeping me on a tight leash just as you asked no new piercings or tattoo's to report."

Sam was pleased to note that his dad looked a little sheepish at his comment, at least he knew his behaviour towards him was unreasonable that was a step at least.

"yeah well go get washed up theirs a Nicks game on tonight thought you guy's might want to order take out and have a couple a beers, what do you say." John asked hoping to offer a small piece offering to his youngest.

"sounds good" "cool".