Dean V. Vera
Chap. 1
John sat gazing at his oldest son. In sleep the kid looked so fucking innocent. So vulnerable. At least the sleep he was getting now was peaceful. Dean was still pale and much too thin, but that would change. He was eating now, even it was just small meals, it was something. God, how had he missed this? Hunting forced him to be overly observant, yet he had missed some creep abusing his son. He would never forgive himself for that. Would Dean?
"Dad?"
Looking up he noticed his baby standing in the doorway, two cups of hot coffee in his hands. Standing he grabbed one cup and scooted over on the sofa to make room for Sam.
"I guess Bobby told you about Vera?"
"Yeah. Although, I gotta tell you, I'm not real sure about her."
"Bobby trusts her."
"That is the only reason she's getting near your brother. I know Bobby would never put either of you in danger. He and I don't always see eye to eye but he always wants the best for you two."
"Well, I should go…"
"Sam sit down. We need to talk."
Bobby showed Vera into the kitchen and handed her a cup of holy water laced coffee. No one was getting near Sam and Dean until they received the Bobby Singer seal of approval.
"So, Bobby, now that I've passed your tests do I get to hear about this kid you seem so found of?"
"Have a seat. Let me get Sam and John. Dean's sleeping and for once it hasn't been interrupted so he's staying that way as long as he can."
Vera stifled a laugh as he disappeared up the stairs. Gruff Bobby Singer being this protective over someone was a sight. These kids must be something special to bring out the papa bear in the older hunter. Usually he didn't cash in favors unless it was something he needed for hunting. This was not at all like him.
Hearing footsteps, she turned and saw a floppy haired giant of a kid leading the pack. Just behind him, a scruffy dark brooding fellow.
"You must be Sam and John. Bobby has told me a little about you."
"Not too much I hope."
"Relax, John, I'm a hunter also. And believe it or not, I have heard your name mentioned once or twice. Yours too Sam. Though I have to say, the most impressive story I've heard was about Dean. Taking on a whole pack a werewolves on his own last year."
John paled as he sat. Dean had assured him that that little tale was just that.
"Dean told me that it was just a story."
Vera had no doubts about what John's oldest son had accomplished. It was dangerous and stupid, but the kid had pulled it off.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to ask him won't we? Now though, I want to speak with all of you. You three are the people closest to Dean so I want your impressions and opinions. And for God's sake be honest! I can't help Dean unless I know what I'm dealing with. So let's get started. I want your opinions of Dean. Sam you start.
Vera flicked on the recorder and took up a pen and began to write. The notes would help her later when she talked with Dean.