I personally think Sam and Dean's lives would have been drastically different if they had a mother figure growing up. I love everything about the boys, but I hate how john raised them. Leaving young children in motels by themselves for weeks at a time, giving them the lives of soldiers instead of a normal childhood every kid deserves...I like the idea of Sam and Dean having someone who really loved them and was always there for them.
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Sam is about to get into bed when he hears a knock at the door. He groans quietly, not waking his girlfriend. "Damnit", he curses, making his way through the dark apartment. As soon as he opens it, Dean walks right on through.
"Dean? What-"
"Hey little brother", he grins.
"Dean it's the middle of the night."
"Please!", he huffs, "It's only 12:45."
"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in over a month."
"I thought I'd stop by, grab a beer."
"Dean we're sleeping", he exclaims.
"You mean Jess is still with you?", Dean laughs, "She's way out of your league, Sammy."
"You've been saying that for how many years now?", Jess enters the room, turning on the lights.
"Jess!", Dean greets, kissing her on the cheek, "A pleasure as always."
"I wish I could say the same", she jokes.
"I'm wounded!"
"Dean what are you doing here?", Sam asks, cutting to the chase.
"Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back sooner or later."
"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."
"Jess, will you excuse us?", Sam asks. She nods, pecking his lips before going back to bed.
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"Dean, you can't just barge in and expect me to hit the road with you in the middle of the night. Why can't you call Robin to help you?",
"I haven't been able to get a hold of her. Her phone keeps going to voicemail." Sam expression lowers in worry, "Is she okay?"
"Yeah", Dean nods, "I talked to her a few weeks ago." Sam nods relieved. He hasn't talked to her in a few months.
"She says hi."
"Hmm", Sam smiles slightly.
"You comin' with me or not?."
"No Dean. I swore I was done with hunting. For good."
"C'mon. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad", he reasons.
"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45"
"What was he supposed to do?"
"I was 9 years old!", he exclaims, "He was supposed to tell me don't be afraid of the dark."
"You're kidding right?"
"Robin was the one who treated us like children. Not soldiers like Dad did."
Dean says nothing.
"Robin was the one who gave us stability in our life, Dean", Sam continues,"What has Dad ever given us? A life of hunting? The obsession of finding the thing that killed Mom?"
"Robin started hunting way before Dad did you know."
"And even then, Robin made time to let us be kids, Dean. She would take us to the movies and help us with school", Sam says, "Do you think Robin would have wanted this for us? Do you think Mom would have wanted this for us?"
Dean says nothing. He pops open the trunk of the impala. He leans over, bearing his weight on his arms.
"I can't do this alone."
"Yes you can", Sam nods.
"Yeah, well I don't want to", Dean takes a pile of papers from the trunk. The shutting it closed. "Can you help me or not?" The boys stare at each other for a minute before Sam speaks up.
"I have to be back by Monday", Sam finally gives in.
Dean smirks, "Atta boy, Sammy!"
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RJ Winchester. Leave a message.
Sam sighs, shutting the phone.
"Voice mail. Again.", Sam announces.
"I'm sure she's fine", Dean assures.
"How would you know?"
"She's Robin Jean Winchester; a force of nature"
"Huh", Sam laughs, "You're probably right."
"I'm always right, Sammy."
"Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam."
"Okay Sam.", Dean correct. He looks over at the paper Sam is studying, "So what are you thinking?"
"He might of been kidnapped."
"Nobody get's the drop on Dad."
"They did that one time", Sam points out.
"Yeah well...it was one time!"
"So where do you think she is?"
"Robin?", Dean asks. Sam nods.
"A hunt probably. She was in Oklahoma last time I called her."
Sam nods his head slowly. He feels guilty for not talking to Robin as much as he used to.
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TIME SKIP
After the officers brought Dean in they tried making him spill out information about John, and the journal they found in his motel room. Several hours later, the officer walks back into the room, pulling out his keys.
"You're free to go"
"Why?", Dean frowns confused, hiding the paperclip in his sleeve. The officer walks over to him, unlocking his cuffs.
"Someone bailed you out. That's why", he glares.
He uncuffs Dean from the table and shoves him out of the police station.
"Nice meeting you too", Dean jokes, letting the entrance doors close behind him. He turns to face the road and grins when he sees Robin leaning against the IMpala.
"Hey", he greets, hugging the older woman.
"Where have you been? I've been calling."
"Phone fell in a lake", she explains. "Where's your brother?"
"Talking to the wife of our ghost."
"Why were you in a jail cell?"
"They didn't like my jokes", he smiles.
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"Look who decided to spoil the party"
"Hey Robin", Sam smiles, pulling her into a bone crushing hug.
"Hey yourself. Thought you were going to law school?"
"I have an interview on Monday. I'm just helping Dean with this one."
"Helping Dean with what?"
"Finding Dad."
"Johns missing?"
Both of the boys nod.
"How can I help?"
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Just a brief first chapter. Should I continue?
-A