So, here's part two of the Clint Winchester series. For those of you wondering what the heck I'm talking about, go and read the first installment, or none of this is gonna make any sense. If you still wanna read this without reading the first one, basically Clint was adopted by the Winchesters when he was four, and he's eight years older than Dean. I'm using the age that's given in the MCU wiki, just if anyone is wondering. All pairings are canon, mostly because I don't want to deal with people bitching about my shipping choices (I don't like Destiel or Wincest at all). Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the MCU.


2005

"Hey." Clint's voice was soft as he stood behind his brothers. He had come alone; not wanting whatever had killed Jessica to go after Cooper or Laura. Sam said nothing, but Dean shot the oldest Winchester brother a thin smile. Both of the younger boys looked tired and worn.

The funeral was a solemn affair. Jessica's many friends and family spoke, but Sam just watched them silently, not speaking. He looked so devastated, staring at the plot in which his beloved was laid to rest. Clint placed a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"She wouldn't want you to be sad," he said softly. "If I know anything about women – and I do, considering I'm married – they don't like it when their guys are mopey. Remember the good times, and- oof!"

Sam - who towered over the archer - and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, a few tears slipping silently from his eyes, while Dean stood off to the side, watching them with a hint of amusement.

"Do you guys wanna stay with me for a couple of days before you head out?" Clint asked them. "I know Laura would want to see you guys, and you can meet the baby."

Sam offered his oldest brother a soft smile.

"Yeah," he said. "But just one night, though. I need to go after the thing that killed Jess."

Clint frowned a tiny bit, but nodded in understanding. He would have done the exact same if he were in his little brothers position. If someone or something had gone after Laura, he wouldn't rest until it was a smoldering pile of ashes. And if something even so much as thought about touching Cooper, well…

He shook his head slightly to clear it.

"'Kay, boys. Let's get on the road. Dean, you drive behind me with Sammy." Dean nodded, and the two boys – although they were old enough to be considered men, Clint would always think of his brothers as 'boys' – clambered into the Impala. Clint cast it a loving look as they got in. The three of them had spent so much time in that old car; it was like a home for them.

Laura was shocked, but nonetheless pleased, when her brothers-in-law showed up at the farm. Cooper, just a few days old and dang was that kid cute, gurgled at his two uncles in baby-speech, and the Hunters grinned despite themselves.

"He's fat," Dean said with a smile at he poked the boy's nose.

Clint glared at him, and Laura simply laughed.

"He is not fat," the offended father said adamantly, "He's just got some baby fat, that's all. He's perfect."

His brother smirked.

"Whatever you say, dude."

The night was spent quietly, but it was enjoyable all the same. Sam cracked a few smiles, and enjoyed holding his little nephew in his arms as the four adults spoke amongst themselves. Clint wondered if babies could be used as replacements for therapy dogs.

The two younger Winchester brothers left early the next morning, explaining in a note left on the kitchen table that they had a lead on a hunt out in Colorado. Clint wished that they'd stuck around long enough to say goodbye, but he understood why they had to leave.

Besides, Fury still didn't know about his brothers – even though he knew all about Laura and was even keeping her off of his S.H.I.E.L.D. file – and he didn't know if Fury would drop by or not, so better not to take risks. Besides, Hunting could get… illegal. Better to keep his brother's off of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar for as long as he could.

"It was nice to see the boys again," Laura said conversationally as she fed Cooper. "Sam's gotten pretty tall."

Clint chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, small fry one-upped me and Dean, that's for sure." He took a sip of coffee. "I'm glad that they're together again, though."

Laura hummed in agreement.

"I'm just glad that the house has been completely warded," she said. "I hope they know that they're welcome here anytime."

Clint smiled at his wife. He leaned over to give her a kiss on the top of her head, and caressed his infant son's face.

"I'm sure they do."


"You've been having what?" Clint hissed venomously at his brother through the cellphone. "And you didn't see fit to tell me the last time that you idiots were here?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone before Sam spoke.

"It, uh, never came up? If it's any consolation, I only just told Dean. He made me call you."

Clint grit his teeth. It was almost midnight where he was – in France, of all places – and he'd only just finished his mission with Natasha as a partner. He didn't want to get roped into another 'adventure'; he really just wanted to get home to Laura. But all the same…

"And so you're going back to our childhood home because of these visions." He concluded. He did, after all, know his brother and his intentions. "And you want me to come too, why?"

"Clint, please. Just come with us."

Clint softened a bit, but he was not going to let Sam know that he was convinced.

"Why should I?" he said, even though he knew he'd end up saying yes in the end, he still wanted Sam to think that this was his idea, and that he was doing this because he wanted to, not because his brother had begged.

"Because… I don't know. It just feels like you need to be there, I guess. The three of us back where it started. Please?" Sam tried, and Clint sighed, his façade slipping.

"Fine. I'll meet you in Lawrence, okay?" he said. Sam agreed, and the two ended the call.

Clint rubbed a hand over his face and groaned a little bit. This was not going to be fun.


"Heya, boys." Clint greeted his brothers as he sat on the hood of the car that he'd rented.

Sam and Dean greeted him warmly, and walked to the front of the house. Clint looked at the boys before he knocked on the door. Sam looked a little shocked at the sight of the woman that answered it, but Dean had schooled his features into his federal agent persona.

"Yes?" the woman who answered the door asked them.

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal-" Dean began his spiel, but Sam quickly cut him off.

"I'm Sam Winchester, and these are my brothers Dean and Clint. We used to live here." He spoke the words quickly. "You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place."

The woman looked at the three of them, a little taken aback.

"Winchester," she mused. "Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos and stuff the other night."

"You did?" Dean asked in surprise, and she nodded and stepped inside.

"Come on in," she said to them, and the three brothers entered the house where everything had begun.

"This is weird," Clint commented. "It looks different and the same at the same time."

Sam nodded in agreement.

"It's too bad that you didn't bring Laura to see it," he said.

"Laura?" The woman – who had identified herself as Jenny – asked them curiously as they walked into the kitchen. A little girl was sitting at the table, busying herself with homework and Clint could see a toddler bouncing around in his playpen.

"My wife," Clint explained. "She's at home right now with our new baby." He grinned like the proud papa he was.

"Juice! Juice! Juice!" the toddler called. Jenny smiled.

"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice Junkie." She took a sippy cup out of the refrigerator and handed it to her son. "But, hey, at least he won't get scurvy." She walked over to her daughter. "Sari, this is Sam, Dean, and Clint. They used to live here."

"Hi," Sari said, looking up from her schoolwork. Dean waved at her.

"Hey, Sari." Said Sam with a small smile.

"So did you just move in?" Clint asked, as he had noticed that the room had the empty feel of having recently been moved in to.

Jenny nodded.

"Yeah, from Wichita."

"You got family her, or…?" Dean asked, leaving the question open for an answer. Jenny sighed a bit and shook her head.

"No," she admitted. "I just, uh, needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job – I mean, as soon as I find one. New house."

"How do you like the old place so far?" Clint asked her, as he stared around at the kitchen – most of which was still somewhat the same.

Jenny explained that the house was getting old – lights were flickering, the sink didn't work, and that rats had invaded the basement.

Clint winced a little, sad to hear that the home he had loved for eight years was falling into disrepair. Dean was more curious, however, and asked questions straight away.

"Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?" he questioned. It (finally) dawned on Clint just what his brother was asking.

"It's just the scratching, actually." Jenny confirmed.

"Mom?" Sari asked, looking at her mother, who knelt next to her daughter. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here."

The brothers exchanged looks.

"What, Sari?" Sam questioned her.

"The thing in my closet." The young girl said.

Jenny looked a little bit embarrassed.

"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets." She turned to Clint and his brothers. "Right?"

Sam had a perturbed look on his face as he answered the young mother.

"Right. No, no, of course not."

"She had a nightmare the other night," Jenny said, looking apologetic.

Sari, however, was not comforted.

"I wasn't dreaming," she said boldly. "It came into my bedroom, and it was on fire."

Clint felt like he'd just been turned to ice.


"You hear that?" Sam said as the three walked back to their cars. "A figure on fire."

"That woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?" Dean asked the youngest Winchester, a serious look on his face.

Wow. If he wasn't making 'girl of your dreams' jokes, then he really was worried about all of this.

Sam nodded.

"Yeah."

"You hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit." Clint pointed out. "And, what her daughter said…" he trailed off with a frown.

Dean grunted. "Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that Sam's weirdo visions are comin' true." He said. He did look a little unnerved at the whole ordeal, and Clint clapped a hand on his younger brother's shoulder for a brief moment.

Sam was starting to look panicked as he spoke again.

"Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?" he asked.

Clint opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the shrill ring of his cellphone going off in his jacket pocket. Shooting his brothers an apologetic look, he walked a short distance away to answer it.

"Barton." He said in a professional voice.

"Where are you?" came Coulson's voice, and Clint closed his eyes briefly.

In his haste to get to his brothers in Lawrence, he had completely forgotten to tell Coulson that he was taking a few days off. Nat probably already knew – the two of them had formed a strong bond over the past couple of years that they'd worked together - but he didn't want to be called back into the field at the moment – not until he and his brothers took care of whatever was in the house.

"Heya, Coulson," he said, injecting false cheeriness into his voice to disguise the fatigue and worry that he was currently feeling. "What's up?"

"What's up? What's up is that you've disappeared on me, and didn't tell me where you were going! That's what's up!" Coulson fumed.

Clint had to hold in his laughter; Phil sounded like a worried mother hen scolding him like that.

"My, uh, a friend of mine was having an emergency and needed my help. Involved some non-human things, low-level. I took care of it." Clint improvised, not wanting to make his brothers known to the Coulson – and, therefore, the entire organization. He was trying to keep his brothers safe, dang it, not put a glowing neon sign over their heads.

The blond archer snapped his cellphone shut, cutting off Coulson's angry retort, and returning to Sam and Dean.

"And how you gonna do that, huh?" Dean was saying, frustration written all over his face. "You got a story that she's gonna believe?"

Sam looked frustrated, but he didn't continue to argue with Dean.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" he asked.

"I suggest," Clint spoke up, "that we go somewhere else before our friend Jenny notices that we haven't left and are still parked outside her house. C'mon, guys, lunch is on me."


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