Let Me In.

Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural or Let Me In.

This story was working in my head since I have read several Weechester fics out there! It is loosely based on the movie by the same title. I thought of this when Dean came back and Sam was so trusting to Ruby because Ruby saved his life and Dean just accepted that answer. This is what happened to Sam to trust certain demons. Dean is 14. Sam is 10. Not Beta. As much as I can do with my limited knowledge of grammar rules.. : )

Chapter 1: Welcome home!

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It was just another new place to live and another new school to get used to. What was worse then that was that the back seat was a freezing place to be at 10 o'clock at night. Ten year old Sam Winchester thought to himself as the Impala drove up to a driveway. This was their new home. He turned to see the other homes around him and wondered if the kids inside those homes knew that the hunters were here.

His older brother, Dean Winchester, always rode in the front seat with his dad John Winchester, who was driving. Snow was already beginning to fall in South Dakota and Sam should have been enjoying the lovely snow fall. Should have been. All he could think about was how cold he was. He had layers of clothing on and a blanket around him but he was still cold. The window in the back didn't seal correctly and the cold wind would hit him right in the face. The heat from the impala only came from the front and stayed in the front.

"Lets go boys." John ordered. The driver side door creaked opened and soon the passenger side opened as well.

"Come on Sammy." His fourteen year old brother motioned with his head to follow him. "We both going to get sick if we stay out here." Sam tried to say something but his mouth was just too cold. Frozen. If he spoke, his body heat would escape and he would get more cold. "Sammy…come on…" Dean tried again.

"Leave him.. Dean help me unload the gear." John tossed Dean the keys to the trunk. John leaned his head inside to face his youngest. " If you aint out by the time we are done I will drag you out and put you over my knee." John warned his stubborn son who still was in the back seat. Dean wanted to help Sammy but his dad shot him a look to leave the kid be. Dean handed his dad a bag and followed the man into the rental home. They were planning to stay a couple of weeks at this location following some demon that hunted during the snow fall in mid October.

Sammy buried his face in the blanket he was wrapped in and tried not to cry. His dad was always so hard on him. He kept hearing his dad's words over and over in his head. Dean was a full hunter at your age. Dean wouldn't cry over anything. Dean does better .. Dean.. Sam didn't know what was wrong with him. He wasn't like his brother and he just wished his father could understand that. He wanted to read books his classes assigned, not on demons. He wanted to have a normal life. But no one ever asked what he wanted. Things changed after he found out about his dad's job. Why was he so curious? Why couldn't he just believe Dean. Dad was in sales. Simple. Safe. He wanted to do better but he was just clumsy and…. He felt a hand on his shoulder and it him back to his current situation.

"Geeish Sammy you're freezing!" Dean rubbed Sam's shoulder and tried to move his hands from the blanket he was holding.

"Window… let air in… while driving…" Sammy teeth chattered as he spoke. He kept his head down, trying to preserve as much heat as he could. Why couldn't he move? He was just frozen.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Dean made Sammy face him and was shocked that his face was icy cold.

"Dad said.. I'm a baby.. And.." Sammy lowered his eyes, he didn't want his brother to think of him as a disappointment as well.

"Dammit Sam. I said you should of told me. I'm not dad." Dean said with a stern stare. "You could get sick and worry me to death while you are at it."

"I'm sorry Dean. So sorry Dean. I'm just tired." Sammy started to cry. All the emotions that built up from his dad's treatment came out.

"Hey none of that. I forgive you alright? Come on, let me help you out." Dean slipped his arms underneath his baby brother and started to lift him off the seat.

"I'm not a baby Dean." Sammy complained but didn't stop Dean from helping.

"You're my baby brother so stop complain, bitch" Dean shifted Sam's weight a bit and closed the door with his foot. "Sorry baby." He apologized to his car and started to go towards the home.

"Jerk…" Sammy whispered while he buried his face into Dean's chest. His brother smelled like Old Spice and soap. It was a smell that always told Sam he was home.

"Dean." John crossed his arms at the entrance of the home and looked at Dean.

"Unloading the gear sir. Cant live without this one." Dean replied and walked pass his dad towards their room upstairs. The home was fully furnished with the two bedrooms upstairs. John had taken the master room while the other room was for his boys. There was only one bed in the room and sharing with Sammy was something he wasn't looking forward to. Sure he loved his little brother but when the kid had nightmares, his limbs would fly everywhere. Directly at his handsome face and he couldn't deprive the ladies of his looks.

Dean went up the stairs and laid Sammy on the bed in the room they were going to share. He was about to give Sammy a piece of his mind but he saw that the kid was asleep he sighed. Dean removed Sammy's shoes and covered him in another blanket. "School tomorrow kid." Dean moved the hair out of his sleeping brothers face and left the room. More gear to unload and salt line the place for protection.

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"Boys, wake up." John opened the door to his boys room and yelled. Dean was up fast while Sammy was still on his stomach not wanting to get up yet. Nightmares kept the kid awake for most of the night. Dean was sleepy still but his dad had ordered them to wake up.

"Sammy. Come on. We have school." Dean stretched his arms as he faced Sammy pretending to be asleep. Their dad voice could wake up China from where they where at.

"Since when were you excited about school" Sammy mumbled while he tried to cover himself with the blankets.

"New school, new chicks. Snow bunnies everywhere. Besides we are also on a job." Dean smiled. At 14 he was growing fast and was taller then most of his age group. Chicks love tall dudes.

"Great. Another school. Another chance to make friends and then lose them once the job is over… OW!" Sammy yelled when he felt something hit the back of his head.

"Get up!" Dean held a pillow in his hands and hit Sammy again with the pillow.

"Hey!" Sam rolled over and grabbed the pillow away from Dean. Dean didn't let go and grinned.

"Oh you think you can take me on little bro? Come on…" Dean pulled the pillow close, pulling Sam with him and started to wrestle him on the bed. Dean laughed at Sam's attempt to pin him down but with one arm he had his little brother pinned down. "Losing your edge there Bitch… hey!" Sammy was prepared for the move. He raised one leg over Dean's arms and flipped him off the bed. Dean landed hard on the floor with a loud thump.

"Who's the bitch now, JERK!" Sammy yelled. Dean went to counter attack the move when their bedroom door opened hard.

"DEAN. SAM. Stop fooling around!" John yelled as both boys stood up and placed their hands behind their back.

"Yes sir." Both said. John left the room and while Sam's guard was down, Dean pushed him back onto the bed.

"Dibs on the shower!" Dean yelled and ran towards the bathroom, locking the door.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled yet it didn't stop his brother from locking the door. Now he had to tidy up the room. Rules they always made, first one to the shower and the other makes the bed.

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Dean sat with his dad at the dinning table when Sam finally came down stairs ready for school. He dropped his backpack on the floor and sat at the table. There was bread and jelly in the center. His dad was sipping coffee as he wrote in his journal. Dean had stacked three pieces of bread together full of jelly and squished them down.

"So.. Dad… wats we look.. Thin… four." Dean talked with his mouth full.

"An Obsura. They tend to stick in communities and hibernate during the winter. They tend to do the most hunting in the winter but only kill when it starts snowing. They believe it freezes the bodies in the snow for later. "

"Oh I'm not hungry anymore" Sammy put his sandwich down and crossed his arms. Dean grabbed the sandwich and finished it.

"You think it's a teacher?"

"Janice and Russ was hunting it when they were killed last year. I have their reports and they think its a parent. If the kid is in the school, they might let it slip about their parents. Kids talk. They were really good hunters and friends of Pastor Jim. He's been looking more information on how to kill it." John finished his coffee and leaned on the table, facing both boys. " Dean, Sam.. Look at me. I don't want you to confront it on your own. Find anything and let me know right away. I will take you to school and you will take the bus back. Straight home. No wondering around. Got it? Both of you?

"Yes sir" Both boys replied.

"This is also a chance to prove you can do the investigating part of this job. Work together because you are my eyes and ears inside that school."

"Yes sir" Both replied again.

"Good. Dean, go start the car. I need to talk to Sam alone." John threw the keys at Dean and motioned him to go now. Dean grabbed his backpack and went out towards the Impala. Sam started to get nervous when his dad stood up and moved his chair closer to Sam.

"Mind letting me know why you disobeyed me yesterday?" John waited for an answer. Sam looked down at his hands that were fidgeting with his coat zipper. "Sam."

"I'm sorry. I was… just."

"Sorry is not an answer. I need to know if I can depend on you. If I tell you to do something, then I expect you to do it. You're not a baby anymore. Start acting like Dean, if you are going to be a hunter like the rest of us."

"Yes sir…" Sam whispered. He stood up from his chair and grabbed his bag. John grabbed Sam's arm and stopped him from leaving.

"I was still talking to you. Do not leave until I tell you. Understand?"

"Yes sir…." Sam's eyes started to get watery.

"You are going to do Dean's chores for one week. And we are going to do more training exercises with me, not Dean. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Sam waited to be dismissed, he never wanted to get away as much as he did now.

"Ok, you may go." John ordered Sam and he quickly ran towards the car. He dropped his bag inside and sat in the back with his arms crossed across his chest. Dean was in the passenger front seat looked back at Sam and knew the talk wasn't a good one for Sam. Dean moved to the back seats and sat with Sam. Dean placed his arm around Sam and watched his father get in. No words were exchange between any of them as John drove them to their new school. No one noticed that across the street, the curtain from a bedroom window closed.

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