A/N This is in request to what happens when Rebecca meets John and Julia meets Dean and Sam.

Rebecca: Two Years On

Chapter 1: Meeting of Rivals

Two years ago Dean came back into my life, for the previous ten years I had been a single mum to our children but since then they had a part-time dad. Not that things necessarily became any easier with the arrangement that we agreed upon but it allowed us both the space that we were used to. The longest Dean and Sam ever stayed was two months when they had both been badly injured and needed the time to heal, Thanks Giving and Christmas were especially good that year. Once they were fit they were restless for their next gig and I needed some space.

It had been a while since Dean and Sam had been around and I knew they were busy on a gig with John, so did not expect to see them any time soon. I still hadn't forgiven John for sending Dean and Sam to rescue me when I'd asked him to come. I didn't want to inflict that conflict on either Dean, Sam or the children.

Julia was still worried about me spending too much time without adult company, only being with the children, and flew in from England to stay. I'd tried to tell her I was OK but as usual she wouldn't listen.

"You shouldn't be spending all this time on your own," she chided as I met her at the airport looking very matronly.

"Stop being a mother hen," I complained in greeting. "Anyone would think that I was unhappy and sulking."

"But you never go out and see people," she argued.

"How would you know? Have you got a tracker on me?" I snarked as we made our way to the exit.

"No but you never tell me about anything these days and always seem to be at the computer when I email."

"Wonders of modern science," I reply showing her my mobile with its internet facilities. "I talked it over with Dean and Sam; we wanted something which would allow us to stay in contact wherever they were. So we all upgraded together."

"But usually you discuss things like that with me so that the trust can fund it," Julia complained.

"Yeah well since Dean and Sam are part of the family I didn't think you'd mind. Besides we didn't want the trust to fund it, you spend too much time snooping," I replied and was rewarded by an indignant expression.

"You didn't use their credit cards to fund it did you?" she admonished with undisguised disgust.

"Of course not. I do have some money of my own or did you think I under took research posts for nothing?" I fumed at her attitude.

"That money was supposed to be put back into the trust."

"I always take out expenses and sometimes I don't use all the expenses at the time," I laughed as we walked through the car park.

"You mean you siphon some of the money into another account," Julia looked at me horrified.

"Oh don't get all sanctimonious on me, I don't take lavish holidays out of the trust," I rebuked.

She paled, "Marcus pays for those."

"Only because the trust pays for everything else in your lives, so his money is like pin money to waste."

"The trust doesn't pay for everything."

"I suppose you're right," I sighed and she grinned. "It doesn't pay for the golf club membership, or the expensive gym, or Marcus' Ferrari but anything else including Katie's pony club membership and pony come from the trust."

"You could do the same," she responded haughtily.

"What and have you checking on every dollar I spent and deciding if I should be buying whatever, no way sister," I replied angrily as we got into my car. "You're already complaining about money spent helping Dean and Sam."

"I'm surprised you kept this, too small for the family and expensive to run," she derided my baby trying to change the subject.

"The Interceptor is great for getting decent well paying jobs," I laughed as we got into the car. "I always park in sight of where the interview takes place and with most men it becomes a talking point. Sometimes they forget to ask relevant questions about the position they are too busy talking about the car."

"What does Dean think about that?"

I laughed, "We still talk about classic cars and their merits, so he can understand using the advantage. Besides Dean knows I only have eyes for him."

"So you pick the children up from school in this?" she queried charging the subject again.

"No they use the school bus like the other kids."

"But they're not like other kids," she complained.

"Of course they are, same needs and wants," I replied. "The only difference is that they know what they'll be doing when they leave school, they'll be joining the family business. Not so different from some of their friends, Jake's family own the auto repair shop, Melissa's mother is a teacher, Jo's father is a stock broker, Gary's father is in real estate, Paige's mother is a doctor…"

"Ok I get it, they will follow in their parents footsteps, but they have normal jobs that can be talked about."

"And Deanne and Matthew are going to college to study religion and mythology, so they'll be research doctors in those subjects. They'll be able to talk but never give everything away. Who ever lets people in deep enough to really understand them?"

"Point taken," Julia grumbled and fell silent for the rest of the journey.

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We arrived home just as the kids were getting off the bus and only had time to open the door before they were running over to greet Julia.

"How long you staying?" asked Deanne excitedly?

"I'm not sure, I haven't decided yet," she replied a bit flustered.

"Well you better not think you're leaving soon," Deanne continued. "We've got so much to show you and talk about."

Julia looked at me, "were my children ever this demanding of you?"

"Yes but the novelty soon wore off," I laughed.

"Yeah but you were always busy when we were in England and they took us everywhere instead," remarked Matthew.

"And there speaks the voice of reason," I grinned. "Come on let's get in and have something to eat."

As the front door closed I could hear the rumble of a familiar car.

"Matt can you check what Dean needs while I get the coffee started?" I asked heading for the kitchen.

"Sure mum," he replied. "I still think it's strange that you can hear dad coming before he turns into the road," he grinned as he went to meet the Impala.

Julia looked at me, "so how do you do it and have you ever been wrong?"

"I've been wrong once and then the phone rang and I had to go get them," I replied getting a pot of coffee started and checking what I could rustle up for a meal. "How do I do it? I don't know but I've always known when Dean was close. It helped me avoid him when I was first pregnant and hunting."

Matthew came running into the kitchen. "Mum, dad wants you to come out to the car," he rushed breathlessly.

"What's wrong? Dean's alright isn't he?" I asked slightly panicked.

"Yeah he's fine, but he wants your help," he replied guardedly.

I looked at him wondering what had happened to Sam that meant Dean needed my help.

"Just go mum, you'll soon find the answers," Matthew insisted seeing me hesitate.

'Demanding kids' I thought as I half ran out of the house.

When I got outside I looked at the car and was relieved to see Dean and Sam trying to get something out of the back of the car. As I got closer I could see that they were trying to get someone out of the car.

"What happened?" I called.

"Damned bitch got behind us," Dean replied. "We thought it was just one, turned out there was two. As Sam and I got big daddy the bitch got her claws in dad."

I stopped stunned, "but you and Sam are ok?" I looked between a snarky Dean and a grinning Sam. It sometimes annoyed me that whenever Dean and I seemed to argue Sam seemed to find it funny.

"Yeah, we're fine," Dean snapped. "Now are you going to help or just stand there?"

I recognised Dean's irritation that I was holding back from helping. Whatever my thoughts about John this wasn't the time for recriminations. I took a deep breath. "Wouldn't it be easier if you parked in the garage and I got the gurney?" I asked tentatively.

"Yeah but someone needs to open the garage first," Dean snarked.

"Ok I'll get the garage if you'll stop trying to drag John onto the lawn. If you drive, Sam can get the gurney while I open the garage," I instructed.

"So you are going to help?" Sam queried as we headed for the garage.

I smiled, "would I refuse Dean anything?"

Sam looked at me as we approached the garage, "I suppose not, but you did say never to bring dad here."

"Yeah well if Dean thinks he needs my help it must be bad," I remarked.

"Yeah he got cut quite deep and we've come to rely on your expertise," he replied seriously.

"That's the sort of inept flattery I'd expect from Dean," I grinned. "You're obviously picking up his bad habits."

Sam looked taken back as the car drove into the garage. "I mean it, it's not flattery," he floundered.

I smirked, "whatever you've got to tell yourself."

Sam looked like he wanted to reply but Dean got in first. "Hey Sam get your ass in gear, put my girlfriend down and give me a hand here."

It was funny when we were together that I never thought of the age difference between us. We just had fun even when we were being serious, like we always had when they were growing up.

It took a while to get John onto the gurney and up to what was referred to as the hospital bed. As I assessed John's injuries I knew they would probably be staying a couple of months, not that Sam and Dean would need to stay that long, just I needed them around to stop me wanting to shoot John. That wouldn't be the best plan after repairing the injuries. Luckily John was unconscious while all this was happening or I might have had trouble keeping objective.

Once John was settled in the bed I was going to send Sam and Dean to get coffee while I started tending to John's injuries. But I remembered that Julia was here.

"Look guys John can wait 10 minutes while we get coffee but if you go down on your own Julia will have a field day," I stated.

Dean looked surprised, "when did she arrive?"

"We'd just got back from the airport when you arrived," I responded as we headed for the stairs.

"When were you going to tell us she was here?" he continued clearly annoyed that I hadn't told him.

Julia had not met Dean or Sam but Dean had read some of her emails to me and wasn't happy about how much she tried to control my life. He'd been there when she phoned about the use of trust money to fund Dean and Sam's activities and medical care. It was after that incident that I started keeping more of the research money and not telling Julia what was happening.

"Ok twenty questions! As far as I was aware you were still on a job with John, so if you'd rung in to say you were on your way I would've told you. Ok," I snapped. "A bit like you telling me you were bringing John here against all agreements."

Dean backed down. "Yeah sorry about that," he replied running his hand through his hair sheepishly.

Sam cut in, "we did try to phone but the signal was crap and you weren't answering."

As we entered the kitchen Deanne smiled, "hi dad, how was the job."

Dean smiled back, "we've had better."

"But you and Sam are ok?" she asked in concern.

"Yeah we're fine, but your granddad got pretty roughed up."

Deanne's eyes lit-up, "so you're going to be around for some time and we'll meet John again and you'll meet Julia. She's a bit hard going more Sam's type with all the research but maybe we can break her down a bit," she enthused.

Sam looked aghast and Dean grinned. "Maybe Sweetpea we'll have time for that, but I think coffee and food is more on the agenda now."

"That's alright Mum got some steak out, I've sorted the rest while Matt's been entertaining Julia," she announced.

I looked at Sam, "seems we could fade into the back ground," I laughed.

He grinned back, "don't think you'd get very far. Who will do the cooking?"

"I could do the cooking," Julia stated announcing her presence as she came in from the lounge.

I cringed remembering the sort of Delia Smith type food she enjoyed making, too fussy by half. "I thought you paid someone to do that?" I countered. Turning to Matthew, "can you go and check on John? Any change, call us. I'll be up in a few minutes."

"Yes we do have a cook, but I still do some myself," Julia rebuked haughtily.

"Yeah but we want a simple hearty meal not some messed up muck that takes hours," I retorted annoyed that she seemed to want to take over my kitchen as well as my life.

"I can do simple," she snapped.

"Yeah well I'll do food after tending to John, but if you want anything there's muffins, cookies and fruit. Deanne will show you where everything is, the coffee's made. If you want tea you'd better have brought some cuz I never keep it in. I'll see you later," I said and went to leave.

Sam grabbed my arm, "I'll help you with dad. Dean looks occupied at the moment," Sam said watching Dean and Deanne's repartee.

Dean looked over, "its ok I'll help Becky, you can get our stuff in and get settled."

Julia looked pointedly at me, "will there be enough room for everyone Bec?"

"Sure even without the hospital there's six bedrooms, so there'll be a spare until John's out of the hospital bed," I replied. I sensed I'd better get on with the introductions before the building animosity got any worse. "So Julia this is Dean," I said wrapping my arm around his waist daring him to say anything. "And that's Sam and if they have any problems with you, it'll be you who leaves."

"You can't do that," she retorted. "The trust owns this place and I'm a trustee."

"Actually you only have any say about the place where you live, I checked the trust details. It is only when a family member dies without dependants that their residence reverts to the trust. So I can throw can out any time I want."

"And I can withdraw funds from you," she replied in her superior tone.

"No, if you try you could be removed as a trustee and lose the right to occupy the Manor."

"What makes you think that? You've never been interested in the details of the trust," she countered.

"So long as I got what I wanted there was never anything to worry about, but when you started querying every receipt after Dean and I got together I got annoyed. Then when we had that argument about medical expenses when Dean and Sam were here and they decided to check the trust out."

Julia looked aghast, "how did you find a copy and why would you let them do that?"

"If you know where to look you can find anything," Sam grinned.

"And if you hadn't been such a bitch we'd never have looked," Dean snarked.

"Why would I let them? Because they are family, in many ways they have been closer family than you," I snapped. Calming down I continued, "look we can continue bitching about this later, but I need to tend to John." The whole conversation reminded me why I didn't invite Julia to stay; I can do without the stifling control she wants to exert on everyone. She said I could act like her with the trust money and then she complains about what I buy. Anyone would think I was dressing Dean and Sam in Armani and Gucci.

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