He drops from the fire escape, on the second floor. Despite, how things are now. He is surprised that some buildings are intact. He looks to face the demon. He doesn't linger though, because that would give the creature an opportunity. He is late. He knows if he takes any longer; his family will come looking for him.
His father has entrusted him, with the majority of the responsibilities. He has two siblings. A brother and sister. He is currently twenty-five. As the oldest, his father is justified to burden him, with certain things. He and his siblings lives' have consisted of struggles.
At those rare instances, he has gotten jealous; that his siblings grew up knowing their dad. He hadn't really known his father, until his brother turned three. Their mother had been pregnant with their sister, at that time. Which, at times; he still can't get. Because from what he knows now, they haven't been affectionate, physical, or otherwise, for a very long time.
He walks through the door of their sanctuary. He is rushed by his mom and sister. "Jeez, you think, you have been missing for years." He just ruffles his brother's hair in response. "Campbell, you'll never guess who is here!" His sister exclaims. "Let me guess, dad." "How did you know?" She inquires with disappointment.
His mother walks in again. She is carrying a glass dish. "Go wash up…Dinner will be ready, when you come back…Your father will wait, until we are done…He says he already ate." He doesn't know what to say. He knows that every time, their father comes and goes; their mother is depressed that he ignores her.
He sits by his mother, His siblings next to each other. Their father's seat still empty. As it has been, since his brother was an infant. The table is quiet. They try to take advantage of this time together. They consider being alive, a miracle for their occupation in life. He reaches for his glass. "Campbell, how was your hunt?" "Okay, I managed to get away." "And I am thankful for that…Your dad will be also."
They take their time eating. None of them, really wish to talk to the patriarch. Due to the tension, between the couple. No matter, how much they miss him. It is not enough, to overcome the uncomfortable circumstance. They are finished an hour later. His brother and sister go to help their mother,
He knows that they are giving him, time for some quality bonding with their father. He doesn't know that his mother has decided to join him. Leaving his brother and sister to momentarily do the chores. He knocks on the door to the den. Even though, technically it is his house. Manners had been instilled in he and his siblings from childhood.
"Come in." He has always been nervous, around his father. His mom puts him at ease. "Hello, Dean." "Sarah." His father didn't even look at her, as he had addressed her. He knew his mother had been aware of it. Even though, she is blind. Her mental capacity is so great that, that circumstance is not even a hindrance.
"I would ask how you are doing?…But obviously, you are alive…That is all I need to know…As are your brother and sister…And I don't need to test, if it is really any of you…If your mother is talking, to you three…That is good enough for me…By the way, Sarah come here." While his father checks that his mother, is still herself. He is lost in thought.
His favorite memory, has always been when he lived with vampires. His mother had told him, that it had lasted for almost a year. He actually remembers a couple of flash, of this period in time. His mother's bedtime stories, filled in the rest.
He had barely learned to walk. He also had learned how to climb out of his crib. He had been nearing his first birthday. She had put to bed an hour later. She had already passed out. It had taken her a moment to realize where the sound, had been coming from.
"Campbell, sweetie; what's wrong?" He is patting her stomach. "Mama, baby?." "Yes, baby; sweetie, what are you doing up?" "Story, mama.": "I already told you one." "Again, please." "Okay." She had talked to him all through her pregnancy. She had also been reading to him, from his first day. It is on why he knows; simple, single words.
It is more the lull of her voice, than the story that puts him to sleep. She is holding him, stroking his hair. She is telling him, how they came to live with vampires. His mother had been hunting with his father, and uncle. From the moment, she had met his father; his father would pursue her from time to time.
It had taken her awhile, but to her surprise; he won her over. It had started when his uncle Sam, had died. His father in his desperation, sought a demon out. He made a deal. In order to keep his brother alive, he had been granted a year.
His mother told him, that she had fallen for him before that. Despite, his father obviously having it bad, for it. He still basically chased anything in in a skirt. She didn't commit herself to him, until a couple of days before his time was up.
She hadn't wanted his father to die, without him knowing, how she felt. Not only, had they gotten married. They had a hell of a night. Once his father died, she and his uncle separated. She sought out Lenore and her pack. His mother told him, that she enjoyed being around that group. Until, Lenore in her moral sensibility informed Dean, of the situation. His mother had been furious.
She had been putting him to bed. He had been four months at the time. "Sarah, may I talk to you?" "Sure, Lenore…Just give me a few minutes." Once they are sure, he is asleep. They walk out to the hallway.
"What is it. Lenore?" "I couldn't keep it a secret, anymore." "You didn't?" Sarah had clearly been angry. "I did…You told me, that he has come back…And, I hadn't been sure; until he was born…Due to what I am, you know how acute my sense of smell is…And he smells just like Dean…Winchester has a right to know." "I can't stay here…The last thing I want for him is this."
"Sarah, please…He deserves to know his father, and vice versa…And there, is no escaping it…Once he came into the world, his life is destined to fit this lifestyle."
His mother didn't listen to anymore. She had quickly packed and left. As they had been leaving, he had awakened. He noticed that Lenore was getting smaller. She hadn't try to fight Sarah, so she just stood there, watching her leave. She even turned a deaf ear, to the infant crying for her. His arms had been outstretched, reaching for her; tears running down his face. "Auntie Lenore."
"Campbell?" "Sorry, sir." "You okay…You have been staring off into space for the last few minutes." "I am just remembering something." "Okay, if that is all, I wish to discuss something with your mother, in private." His father hugs him, before he retires, from the room. "Tell your brother and sister, I will talk to them tomorrow…I am retiring after this…I am tired." "Father, it is good to see you." "Likewise." His father has his trademark smirk on his face, when he says this. And doesn't miss the way his father is looking at his mother.
"So how have you been, really Dean?" "Just peachy…I almost had him…But he managed to evade me…Once I got there, he had been nowhere to be found…I would like to take this conversation, somewhere more private."
She leads him to (their) room. In the master bedroom, the table isn't far from the bed. She stands by him. He lays the map out. "I found something, like those signs concerning the breaking of the seals, all those years ago…From what, I have gathered he is searching for something…His army is growing as well."
She knows how stress out he is over this. For, it not only means; it is over for them. But, it also means the same for their children. He feels the pressure on his hand, and sees hers on his. "What happened to all of us?" "Life." He knows that she is asking, not only about their relationship. But also, about his brother, Sarah (Sam's wife), and the rest of those they consider family.
"Dean?" She is cupping his cheek. He leans into her touch. He is trying to recall, the last moment; they had been close and comes up blank. He knows the reasons, for their distance. As does she, but neither has ever reveled in it.
He has here, sitting on the desk; the next minute. He knocked the map over. By the time, that he realizes all the reasons, he shouldn't be doing this. He is almost done. His face is in the crook of her neck. He is holding her tightly. Her legs around his waist. He picks her up. They are on the bed, as he picks things up again.
She has her back to him. His arm stretched out underneath her. Her shoulder is leaning on it. His face, turned a little toward her. "What happens now?" He is running his finger, down her back. "I will stay for as long as I can…No matter, what has occurred between us, I have always loved you, and our children."
Before he nods off, watching her. He can't help but think that, she is as gorgeous; as she was the day he met her. Sure, they aren't as young anymore. And they both, have had their natural hair color replaced with gray. And they still, have good health for their ages; and for doing what they do. They still look good. He falls asleep. He can't stay awake anymore.