AN: AU in which John put Sam up for adoption after the fire. What happens when a case at Stanford brings the family together.
Warning: minor language as per
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Supernatural but sadly I only own the imagination used to come up with the plot.
Dean sat in the Impala waiting for his dad to return. They were working a case in Palo Alto, California . There was a supposed demon possessing a kid at Stanford University. John had gone to the University library to research the student and try and find a reason as to why the demon had chosen that kid and what it's plans were. Dean took this as a opportunity to check out the hot, university chicks.
Dean smiled and raised his eyebrows when he spotted a tall, thin blonde walking along the sidewalk. A frown appeared on his face when he saw a gang of jocks walking behind her, their footsteps quickening when hers did.
He got out of the car and kept his eyes glued to them in case they started anything. The blonde gasped when a tall, muscular member of the gang took hold of her shoulder and pushed her up against the wall.
Dean knew it was time to step in and was about to run towards her when a tall, slim, dark haired boy pushed the jock away from the girl.
"Keep your hands off her," Dean heard the boy say bravely as he continued to walk towards them.
"What are you going to do about it, Wesson?" The jock snarled and pushed the boys shoulders so he stumbled backwards slightly.
"Just leave her alone, Scott." The boy said and took a step forward.
Dean noticed that although the boy was tall, the jock still had a few inches on him. When Dean was just a few yards away, Scott punched the boy in the face and tackled him to the floor. His friends encouraged him before they began to join in by kicking the boy in the legs, back and stomach. The girl tried to pull them off him but her attempts were in vain.
"Hey," Dean shouted and ran towards him. "Get the hell off him."
Dean grabbed Scott and punched him giving him a split, bloody lip.
"I won't ask again," Dean snarled when he had the groups attention. "Get the hell off him or you'll have me to deal with."
The jocks shrugged and walked away leaving the boy moaning in pain on the floor.
"You okay?" Dean asked and helped the boy to his feet. "They sure did a number on you."
"Sam, you are so stupid sometimes." The blonde girl snapped and slapped the boy on the cheek. "I could have handled that myself!"
The girl stalked off leaving the two guys standing there staring.
"Well, she could have been a bit more grateful." Dean laughed pointing after her.
"Jess just gets annoyed when I get hurt trying to help her." The boy snorted. "Just give her time to cool down and she'll be fine and in the hugging mood."
"I guess that happens a lot." Dean said pitying the boy in front of him.
"Scott and his gang have always had it out for me." The boy shrugged. "I've learnt to deal with it. I'm Sam, by the way. Sam Wesson."
The boy held his hand out and Dean took it.
"Dean Winchester." He smiled and shook Sam's hand.
"I haven't seen you around school." Sam said knowingly. "What do you study?"
"I don't go here," Dean laughed. "I'm working a job for a friend. You might know him, Tyson Brady?"
"Yeah, I know Brady." Sam smiled. "He's a good friend. What kind of job are you doing?"
"Oh, you know," Dean silently cursed Sam's curiosity. "Pest control."
"Good luck with that," Sam laughed. "You will probably find a number of things in Brady's apartment. I could take you there now if you want."
Dean was just about to answer when John appeared and clapped him hard on the shoulder.
"I've found bupkis." John snarled before noticing that Sam was stood there grinning. "Who are you?" He asked rudely.
"Sam Wesson," He answered still beaming.
Dean noticed John's face pale before he spoke up. "Sam knows where Brady's house is, dad. He said he could lead us there."
"Yeah," John croaked weakly. "That would be good."
"Sorry," Sam said to John. "I didn't catch your name."
"John McGillicuddy." John answered and put on a fake smile.
"McGillicuddy?" Sam questioned. "I thought you were Dean's dad. Winchester?"
John glared at his son before answering. "I'm his step-dad."
"Oh," Sam said. "You just look so alike."
John was already beginning to dislike how observant Sam was but followed him willingly to Brady's house. Sam knocked on Brady's door and smiled when his friend opened.
"Hey Brady," Sam grinned. "Dean and John are here. You know, for the pest control thing or whatever."
"Pest control, right?" Brady laughed before slamming the door in their faces.
"BRADY!" Sam shouted and hammered on the door.
There was a crash in the room and Dean decided it was time to kick the door down. The trio hurried inside and saw the window smashed and no Brady.
"Dammit," Dean cursed.
Sam stared in confusion at the two men.
"Sam, get the hell out of here." John growled.
"Are you sure," Sam questioned. "I could help. I don't know why Brady did that but I could help you find him."
"Sam, go the hell home now!" John shouted making both boys freeze.
Sam nodded silently and hurried away.
"Dad, what was that?" Dean whispered angrily in case Sam was still nearby. "He was only trying to help. There was no need to shout at him."
"There was every need to shout at him," John narrowed his eyes at Dean.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked. "Ever since you met him, you've been cagey."
"You don't need to know." John said and sat down staring at his hands.
"Dad, tell me or so help me-"
"HE'S YOUR BROTHER." John bellowed.