A.N This is my first fan fiction so please be kind. Can any one please tell me how to get double space between my paragraphs because it keeps changing it when I try.
Chapter 1
1995
"Dean! Take the kid and run!" John shouted as he fired another round at the spirit. Dean felt a case of déjà vu as he scooped up the two year old. Dean run down the stairs of the apartment building as fire alarms started to ring.
"Mommy! Mommy!" the kid was crying. Dean missed the last two steps, and braced himself as he crashed through the doors. He didn't look back until he was the other side of the road. He turned to see the entire top half of the building going up in flames as fire engines, police cars and ambulances started to arrive. He watched as residents flooded out the doors.
"Come on Dad. Where are you?" Dean muttered to himself, subconsciously rocking the crying toddler in his arms.
"Dean! Come on we need to go." John said as he came on Dean's left, bleeding from his right arm.
"Dad! Your arm!"
"We'll deal with it later! Now come on."
They left the scene quickly and practically ran back to the motel, which thankfully was only two streets away. Sam jumped out of his skin when his father and brother burst through the door. "Sam get the medical kit then pack our bags we're leaving tonight."
Sam glanced at Dean before moving to the cupboards for the kit. "Dean help Sam." John barked concentrating on pouring water over his wound.
Dean let Sam into their bedroom first before closing the door behind them.
"Dean what's going on and who's he?" Sam said gesturing to the boy Dean now placed carefully on the bed. The boy had black hair and sea green eyes that were red from crying.
"We found the ghost and managed to trap it but Miss Jackson came home early and it attacked her." Dean paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "During the fight Dad had his lighter at the ready and was about to burn the doll when the ghost hit him. The lighter set fire to the curtains and then the whole room was on fire. I got him out."
Sam looked away from Dean. Neither of them knew what to say. "We should pack." Dean said breaking the uneasy silence. "Here you go little fella." Dean handed the boy one of Sam's small soldiers. Sam turned away and grabbed his bag.
"We're not keeping him Dean!"
"Well we sure as Hell ain't leaving him!" Dean and John had been arguing like this for the past ten minutes. Sam now held the boy who was hiding in his head into Sam's shoulder, silently whimpering.
"Fine Dean. But you have to look after him." John huffed before storming to the motel office.
"Come on Sam get in." Dean opened the Impala door and took the boy so Sam could slide in.
"Dean, how are we going to look after him?" Dean didn't speak for a moment as he put the boy on the back seat.
"We'll manage Sammy just like we always have." Both boys went quiet again as John came back and started the engine.
They were heading towards the Lincoln Tunnel when John said, "He needs a name."
"Percy." Dean said recalling the first meeting of Miss Jackson and her son. "His name is Percy."
10 years later.
"We could just knock Dean." Percy whispered as Dean picked a lock.
"Yeah but where would be the fun in that Percy. There we go." Dean smiled as a small click was heard. He opened the door slowly as both crept into the apartment. "Nice place." Dean commented before walking into a small table. "Who puts a table there." he mumbled crossly.
Percy followed Dean but thankfully missed the table; unfortunately he was hit by an elbow as someone tackled Dean. He could make out two shapes rolling in the dark until Dean pinned the figure down.
"Dean?" a shocked voice said.
"Hey Sammy. You're getting slow." Sam then forced Dean to the side so they rolled again allowing Sam to pin Dean down.
"You think?"
"Sam?" a female voice said. The lights were turned on and Percy had to blink as his eyes adjusted. "Sam what's going on?" Percy could now see the owner of the voice was a blonde girl in a Smurf top.
"Jessica. This is my brother Dean and..." Sam faltered when he saw Percy. "Dean you were supposed to send him to Yancy!"
"What Sam was about to say is, I'm Percy, Sam's way cooler younger brother." Percy said flashing her a smile.
"Nice to meet you." she said.
"Yes so these are my brothers who will be going now." Sam stated, throwing the pair a look.
"Not quite yet Sam. Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said calmly.
"So he'll come back."
"Let me rephrase that." Percy said, "Dad's on hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." That did it.
"Jess will you excuse us for a few minutes."
"You two can't just break into my apartment in the middle of the night and expect me to come with you." Sam exasperated. "And Percy you're supposed to be at school."
"I didn't want to go." the twelve year old grumbled. "Anyway I can learn everything online." he said slightly louder.
"That's not the point."
"Come on Sam, we need you. Dad's not answering his phone and I can't reach him." Dean pleaded. Sam rolled his eyes before sighing.
"Fine but I have to back in a week for my exams."
"Yeah the Winchester Boys back together!" Percy shouted.
"I'll go pack." Sam said shaking his head, how was he going to explain this to Jessica.
"Do you think he ever talked about us?" Percy asked once Sam was out of earshot.
"Would you?" Dean countered.
"Fair point. Do you think Dad will be okay with this? I mean he and Sam will probably just start arguing again."
"Maybe. Maybe not. We won't know until we find him. You just make sure Sam's too distracted to ask about Yancy."
"Hey it's not my fault I got expelled within the first two weeks."
"Never said it was. Now get in and go to sleep before Sam gets back."
Percy had a strange dream that night. He dreamt of a boy he'd met at Yancy, Grover Underwood. Grover had been the only friend Percy had had there and was sad to leave him at the mercy of bullies. In the dream Grover was talking to their Latin teacher Mr Brunner, which wasn't that strange, but two things stood out. One, Grover had goat legs and two, Mr Brunner was half horse. Why, Percy didn't have a clue, but he still listened to their conversation.
"And you still can't find him?" Mr Brunner asked.
"No. I don't know where he is. Why does this always happen to me?" Grover said sadly, looking on the verge of tears.
"Don't worry Grover." Mr Brunner said in his most teacherly voice, "We will find him. He's a strong one and therefore once we do pick up his trail he will be easy to find."
"Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done." Percy woke with a jolt.
"I hate this song." Dean grumbled as he changed stations.
"Morning." Percy yawned as he stretched in the back seat.
"Morning Sleeping Beauty." Dean joked. "By the way you have a little drool."
Percy quickly wiped away the drool as Sam got in the car carrying two coffees and one fruit juice. Handing the juice to Percy he said, "Sleep well?"
"What does it mean when you start dreaming about centaurs and satyrs?"
"It means you're going crazy kid." Dean said as they drove away from the gas station.
"So Percy why aren't you at Yancy?"
"Sam do we have to talk about this now? Shouldn't we be focussed on the hunt?"
"We can focus on the hunt once we get there. Now spill." Percy could tell Sam wasn't going to drop the subject.
"I was expelled."
"Why?"
"I got into this massive fight with a b...witch called Nancy Bobofit. I would like to point out she started it and I didn't know there was broken glass there until it was too late. She had to get a couple stiches and I got expelled."
"Well did you try to learn at least?"
"Yeah, we had this amazing Latin teacher called Mr Brunner who used to re-enact fights for us using an actual sword." Sam rolled his eyes.
"Is that all you learnt?"
"All the other teachers were boring. Plus who needs to know the entire book of 'Of Mice and Men' in our line of work?"
"That's not the point Percy. If you have an education you can go places."
"What leave you mean? Like you did." Percy regretted the words as soon as he said them. "Sam I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"No Percy I understand. Did you at least try to stay at Yancy?" Sam's voice was strained. The last comment had hurt more than Percy knew.
"I tried Sam. I really did. I swear if it hadn't of been for Nancy Bobofit then I probably would have stayed."
"As long as you tried." The frosty atmosphere remained in the car until they reached their destination, Jericho California.
