Ancestors
Summary: Dean and Sam take a vacation to New Orleans to find out about their ancestors. But in the mist of jambalya and jazz music, comes the secrets and ghosts of the past that could destroy the Winchesters.
"Sam, where are you dragging me off to now?" grumbled Dean. It had been a seven hour trip down to New Orleans, and Dean was a tad bit grumpy.
"You'll see, it's alittle piece of the Winchesters history," replied Sam. "Plus it's time for a vacation."
"You got that right, but really where are we going?"
"Here."
"Where's here?" Dean looked out his window and looked upon a grand old plantation, that stood ontop of a hill, surrounded by cypress trees. "Dude, this looks like something from Gone With The Wind."
"Almost," said Sam, as he was in awe himself. The pictures online did not do the plantation justice. It was a beautiful sight to see. Sam turned onto a gravel road that would led up to the plantation. There were many statues on the spacious lawn, in every direction.
"I think I see dead people," whispered Dean, as they steadily inclined up the hill.
"Me too, " Sam said.Finally they reached their destination and got out of the car. Out on the porch was an old black man, sitting in a rocking chair.
"Is he dead?" asked Dean as they got closer to the man.
"I ain't dead, just resting my eyes." The old man said. The two brothers began to walk to the man.
"We're the…"
"I know who you are," the man said in a thick New Orleans acent, as he looked at the brothers with grey eyes. "Come on here, follow me." When the man stood up, Sam and Dean took a step back. The man had to be at least six foot five. The brothers couldn't help but stare. "Come on in here now, dinner is bout be served. Sam and Dean followed the man into the house.
"Wow, look at this living room." Commented Dean.
"This not no living room, it's a foyer chile." Said the old man.
"Oh."
"Excuse me sir, what is your name?" asked Sam. The old man stopped in his tracks, and the boys almost ran into him.
"Claiborne." Then he resumed his walk. At the end of the long hallway that they were traveling, there was a set of oak doors with gold trimming. Claiborne slid the doors aside and the Winchesters were brought into the dinning room. "Sit." Clariborne told them. The boys did as they were told and Claiborne left.
"Sammy, did we come from wealth?"
"I guess," Sam replied.
"So I can take this fork and technically it would mine?"
"Wrong, chile." Said clariborne as he returned with a pot and sat it down in front of the guys, and left again. The smell reached Sam and Deans nose, it was a pot of jambalaya. The guys started to fill their bowls with the steamy food. One tatse and the boys were hooked.
"It's like an orgasam in my mouth." Dean said as his eyes rolled back in his head.
"That's gross Dean." Sam said in disgust. Then there was a blood cruddling scream that came from the kitchen. The boys stopped eating and rushed to see what had happened.