Prologue

Mary Winchester looked down at her hand in disgrace, noticing that again she'd bitten her nails down to the quick out of nervousness. It was a nasty habit, one her mother had tried with all her might to break, yet here she was again. She wanted to curse Mike over the phone for working her up so much, the last thing she needed right then was a phone call with kids attached to it, kids she knew she couldn't even fathom being able to handle.

"I'm sorry Mike," She sighed, wiping her nails over her jeans, "but three!? I can't, not on such short notice?"

Over the line she could hear Mike's long exhausted sigh, the one that sounded much too old for a guy barely out of collage. She could hear papers being ruffled, and the muffled movements of the phones being switched between ears. Low curses she wasn't meant to hear.

"Please Mary, it's not fair to ask I know, but I'm at a brick wall here? If you don't take them, they'll be split up, and I know for a fact one is headed for a group home because we can't place him anywhere else?"

Well that little note wasn't very helpful for the kids case, yet Mike was a newbie, almost as much as she and John were themselves. Yet it gave Mary a little comfort to at least know what was in store.

"What is he, some kinda thug?"

It was meant as a joke, but Mike only humphed over the line, sinking her heart a little deeper into her chest.

"He's not a thug, not if you ask me? He's just a kid, not even sixteen yet."

She leaned her hip against the counter, letting her eyes roam freely as she let her mind mull over Mike's plea. She hated it, she absolutely hated it. The fact that she knew she couldn't just take in every random kid tossed their way. She'd take them all if she could, but so far she and John had only fostered small children, and none of them had been exactly easy. The waters were deep and they'd barley stuck in their toes.

"What happened to their last placement?" She wondered, three kids all the sudden without homes was just wrong? How could people even let that happen.

Mike stuttered a moment, before answering reluctantly. "Its my new case, their last worker didn't exactly do a in depth exam before placing the kids. The oldest reported them for drugs, and sure enough, found it in the medicine cabinet next to the kid's freaking toothbrushes."

She wanted to hang up and toss the phone across the room right then and their, just tell Mike their was simply no way they could swing it, give good and reasonable details as to why they were a horrible fit, until...

"Tell me about them."

"The oldest Castiel just turned sixteen, and Dean's fifteen, and Samuel's eleven. Samuel and Dean are biological brothers, and the pair seemed to have taken Castiel in as a third, its common with the younger kids, and trust me these kids have stuck through a lot together. I can tell you more when I see you tomorrow.." He slowly trailed off the sentence, giving Mary the chance for his words to sink in.

"Tomorrow!"

Nothing but silence, Mike hoping and praying on the other end. Mary ran a hand through her bangs, sucking in a deep breath, wondering how in the world she was going to explain to John the predicament she'd just got them into. Three boys, two teenagers and one not so little kid?

"There are no other options?" Mike said quietly, one last feeble attempt at winning her over.

Finally after a few more moments of hesitation, Mary groaned loudly over the line, "Tomorrow Mike, and you owe me!"

He didn't say anymore but a quick 'got it' before hanging up before she could change her mind, smart man. She let the phone slip from her fingers onto the counter, wrapping her arms around herself, as the kitchen was suddenly very big. She breathed in deep and held it, as the sound of the Impala pulling in the driveway filled her ears.

She pushed up off the counter, plastering a wide smile onto her face. It was time to tell John that he'd better clear his schedule, because they both had their work cut out for them.

*Rises from the death like Mary frigging Winchester*

Hey guys, long time no see... please don't kill me. I've been M.I.A for a really freaking long time, a think an entire season of supernatural and at least half of the walking dead. I missed this, and I've been writing a lot in between my chaotic absences, I just haven't posted anything...

Well like my train wreck of a life, its time to get my writing back on track. I'm going to rewrite the home series, under this new forum, but I'll leave the old stories up for nostalgia purposes, yet with these new stories things might be tweaked a little. Things will add up more and hopefully my writing and grammar has improved. I have a few little plot tweaks and things to add, to make the series more realistic and less melodramatic and more real dramatic, plus one major thing I'm changing, is the whole thing will be written in third person pov. It's just so much easier to writing in with a huge cast of characters like I've accidentally accumulated. That way, characters like Meg and Cas and Mary won't get left out of the spot light as has happened in recent times. Please tell me what you think and follow. The characters are still the same and overall is the story, just some things that in my opinion that I could have done better will be changed. Like seriously, twelve year old me needed to quit watching less of my moms soup operas and more shall we say, stimulating and realistic crap.

Sorry for the long note, but bummer, I like to talk so their will probably be more in the future.

~ Mara