Title: That Was That
Summary: John Allerdyce was a Winchester. And that was that.
Disclaimer: X-Men xover! Supernatural and X-Men do not belong to me.
A/N: This is NOT part of the X-Verse.
In the case of the Winchester's, 'family' was an isolated word. There were three of them: father, big brother, and little brother. There were no aunts, uncles, cousins, or grandparents – well, there were, but they weren't actually part of the 'family'. They were satellites, bound by the gravity equivalent called blood.
Then, spinning somewhere out in space, there was a satellite called littlest brother.
Now, littlest brother, he's that person you know is there but don't quite acknowledge.
"What's that for, dad?" Sam asked.
"Ilene needs to get some things for John. I'm sending her the money."
"John who?"
"Your little brother."
"Oh."
And that was that.
They knew he existed but they didn't really know because he wasn't really there. He had a name but he had no face. He had no personality. He had no spot on the Winchester hierarchy.
And that was that.
Or it was, until Sam got a little too curious.
It was at Stanford. He was lonely and bored and there was that killer computer that he could hack with way better than the owner ever could. Then, there was a name. The name didn't have a face or a personality. It didn't have a spot but he didn't either. Not then.
It didn't take long to find him.
John Allerdyce had dark hair, blue eyes, and a criminal record at a very young age. He sounded like one of John Winchester's sons.
However, Sam didn't pursue it further. There was a name and there was a face but there was no personality. There was no spot that belonged to John Allerdyce.
And that was that.
Or it was, but Sam claimed no responsibility for the next time. He wasn't curious. He wasn't lonely or bored. Hell, he was sleeping in the passenger seat when the Impala slowed down.
"What's going on?" he mumbled.
"Freaking hitchhiker," Dean cursed. "Are they crazy?"
"You're picking up a hitchhiker? Are you crazy?"
Dean ignored him, coming to a stop beside a skinny, blonde someone. It was a kid. Teenager, Sam guessed. His blonde hair was growing out to reveal dark roots. Sam rolled his window down. The kid stopped walking.
Dean leaned over Sam. "You want a ride before the next crazy decides to slit your throat open?"
The kid turned and Sam froze.
John Allerdyce looked Dean over. "I can take care of myself." He had a lighter in his right hand. He began to flick it open and closed. "Probably better than you could."
Dean snorted.
John put on a faux innocent expression. "I'd love that ride, though."
"Get in," Dean snapped.
Sam moved to let him in the backseat. John tossed in a fraying backpack. He was all confidence and attitude. Sam tried to shut off the part of his brain that proclaimed, 'He's got personality.'
Sam reclaimed his seat. Dean began driving, turning his music up. John cringed in the back seat. "Kill me now," he groaned.
Sam looked at him in the rearview mirror. If he was honest, the Winchester spot could be translated to their spot in the Impala.
John looked pretty comfortable in the back seat.
Dean addressed John. "Watch it. I just might kill your ass. Don't you pay attention to movies?"
Pyro remained unaffected, slouching in the middle of the back seat. He was still flicking that lighter. "Sure. You ever watch Hitchhiker? How about Dude, Where's my Car?"
"Touch my car, I will kill you."
Sam grinned.
And that was that.
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