"Uncle Deano!" As I emerged from the Impala I heard the voices of two young children, and four pairs of feet as they raced towards me. I caught them just in time, a boy of three with brown hair like his father and a girl of five, who had inherited Jess´s blond curls. With one child on each arm, I walked towards the house, the children both vying for my attention, telling me about their escapades since I last saw them three months ago. I had a run in with a ghost down in Louisville who had turned out to be more feisty than expected, throwing me down a flight of stairs before I had the chance to vanquish him. I had been in the hospital for those three months. If Sam had been there, he would have done the research and told me this ghost particularly favoured killing young women and therefore, was stronger than most others, but he was no longer by my side. His place was with his family now.
I entered the foyer and put the children down. My sister in law emerged from the kitchen and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Jess welcomed me with her usual courtesy, trying to pretend she didn´t know why I was here to begin with. This pretense was done away with, however, when she turned to Jack and Mary, telling them to get their coats and put on their shoes since they were going to town for supplies.
"But Uncle Deano only just got here," lamented Jack. "I wanted him to play football with me."
"And me!" Mary piped in. "Dad is rubbish at football."
I barely kept the laughter at bay as Jess remonstrated with her children. "Mary Deanna Winchester! Where do you learn such language?"
The children both looked to me. "From Uncle Dean," they said in unison.
Sighing, Jess repeated her earlier command and the children ran to their rooms to get their clothes. Soon enough, they emerged dressed in coats and shoes. Jess gave me a kiss on the cheek, I hugged the children and as a farewell Jess told me Sam was in his office.
I climbed the stairs and found my brother sitting in his office, looking over some legal documents. I walked to where Sam was sitting by his desk and placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn´t look up but commented; "You finally made it in that piece of junk of yours?"
Some aspects of our relationship had not changed after we became lovers.
"Don´t speak like that about my baby," I admonished Sammy as he arose from the chair to face me.
"Funny, I thought that was me," Sam shot back as he began to kiss my neck. I drew in a breath as his teeth grazed my skin, feeling that familiar sensation of lust overwhelm me. No matter how often I had Sam, I kept coming back to him. He was like my drug, and I had never managed to kick the habit.
My fingers found their way into his hair which felt thinner than the last time I had touched it. Sam pulled back and kissed me deeply as he shed his suitjacket and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. He took his lips from mine in order to lean in and whisper against my ear; "I missed you."
My response was to cup his face with my hands and kiss him with all I had, never having been the one for words. Sammy seemed to understand what I was saying as he smiled underneath the kiss.
My brother led the way to the room next door, the bedroom he shared with Jess.