All right! Threequel time! I hope you all remember what happend in the previous installments. No? Want a refresher? Well, ok.
In story 1 (The Grapefruit Analogy) Dean got Ellen knocked up (pause for group 'ewww') and it quickly turned into an MPreg story without Wincest (I know, it's shocking!). Then the demon took the baby, but all's well that ends well (read: Dean got his baby back), even if Ellen still hated him.
In story 2 (Black, Black, No Trades Back) the adorable little baby was thirteen, ran away to meet her mom (who hates Dean for getting her knocked up, even though she, in effect, got him pregnant). Chaos ensued when Jaydin (you know, the little illigit freak of nature) was kidnapped by the YED, which offered to trade her for Sam. Oh, he gave Dean Ellen, too (yeah, don't ask). YED was vanquished, as all demons must be, and Ellen finally told Jo the truth about the teenager, which pissed Jo off royally. So much so, in fact, that she kicked her mom out. Ellen, having no where else to go (or maybe just wanting to rub salt into old wounds) asked Dean if she could stay with him. Dean obliged (becuase he likes setting himself up for heartache like that). The end.
Or so I thought, until I started this one.
So, is that a long enough A/N for ya? Let's get down to the technical stuff, then.
Title: Reprisal
Summary: Two years after finally destroying the demon that ruined their lives, things are looking up for the Winchester family. Until, that is, an old enemy escapes from prison, hooks up with his Roadhouse connection, and they decide that getting mad isn't enough. They want to get even...
Rating: T for language and implied sexual content
Warnings: A couple of disturbing pairings (according to my friends) but they're het. Besides, if you're here you're probably used to it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show. I never will. Even if I knew how to gain possession of it, I probably wouldn't have the guts to. Hmm... possession... now that's an idea...
Reprisal
Grinning from ear to ear, Dean Winchester sped down the stairs and into the kitchen of his small house to find his brother pouring a bowl of cereal.
"Someone's in a good mood this morning," Sam observed, glancing up at his slightly spastic older sibling.
"What can I say?" Dean shrugged, "It's a great day to be alive."
"She slept with you last night, didn't she?"
Dean grabbed his brother's breakfast. "Just for that, I'm taking the last bowl of Lucky Charms."
"She did," Sam exclaimed, disgust apparent in his voice, "I can't believe it."
"What's not to believe?" Dean asked, pouring milk over his stolen breakfast.
"You actually let her into your room."
"It's been two years," Dean pointed out, "and she hasn't left yet."
"And Jo hasn't called to invite her back, either."
"What are you saying, Sam?"
"I'm saying that you need to think before you act."
"You're just jealous."
"I'm just smart. Think about it, Dean. A leopard can't change her spots."
"It's a good thing we're talking about people, then, isn't it?" Dean hissed, shoving the jug of milk into his brother's hands. Sam just scowled and headed back to the cereal cabinet as the sound of soft footfalls came from down the hall.
"What people?" Jaydin asked as she walked into the room and stole her father's bowl of cereal.
"Your parents," Sam clarified, glaring at his brother.
"Oh, yeah." She smiled up at her dad. "You guys have fun last night?"
Dean blinked, looking at Sam for help as Jaye sat down at the table and started to eat. "What, uh, what're you talking about, kiddo?"
Jaye rolled her eyes. "Come on, dad. You know I have trouble falling asleep sometimes, and the walls in this house are practically paper-thin."
"I dunno what you thought you heard," Dean said slowly, unable to keep his face from turning red, "but it can't be what you thought."
Grinning, she took a bite of her breakfast and slammed the heel of her hand down on the table, raised it, and slammed it down again, creating a steady rhythm. Dean groaned and turned away from the fifteen-year-old, scrubbing a hand over his face.
"Yeah, I heard that, too," Jaye smirked, "that noise you just made." Dean turned back to his brother, pleading with his eyes for some means of escape, but all Sam could do was smile and try to bite back his laughter. "Oh, by the way," Jaydin continued, "who's Bill?"
"Help me out here," Dean muttered, still looking to Sam for help, but the younger man shook his head. Sighing, he turned around to face his daughter. "That's none of your business," he said quickly, "so drop it."
"I'll drop it if you guys move your bed away from my wall."
"Deal."
Jaydin smiled and went back to her breakfast while Sam cleared his throat and finally put the jug of milk away. As soon as the heat had left his face, Dean followed his brother's suit, pouring himself a new bowl of cereal and heading to the table to sit down. He never saw the other person walking into the kitchen, didn't have time to warn her.
"Hey, mom," Jaye smiled as Ellen poured herself a cup of coffee, "do you know anyone named Bill?"
"Uh, he was my husband," Ellen replied slowly, confused by the seemingly random question, "he was Jo's father."
"Oh, ok," the girl said, flashing a winning smile at her father before finishing off her cereal and leaving the room. As soon as she was gone, Sam burst into a fit of laughter.
"What was that about?" Ellen asked, sitting down and looking between the brothers.
Dean glared at his brother as he replied. "Nothing. Don't ask." When he found his giggling brother unaffected by his death-stare, Dean turned to look at Ellen, "so, now that we're actually sharing a room, I was thinking of remodeling. Maybe moving things around, huh?"
"I think the room looks fine."
"Yeah, well, I think maybe the bed needs to be on the other side of the room or something. More feng shui."
Ellen raised an eyebrow. "Feng shui?"
"I want the room to be in harmony with nature?" Dean attempted weakly, sending Sam into another laughing fit.
"Well, if you want to move the furniture," Ellen said slowly, watching Sam out of the corner of her eye, "be my guest. After all, it's your room."
Dean nodded. "All right. I'll get on that. Soon. Before bedtime."
"This isn't about..?"
"Yeah."
"Oh," she nodded, glancing at Sam, "what are you laughing at?" Sam straightened up, all joy dying from his face. She turned back to Dean. "Are you telling me that she…?"
He nodded again. "Yeah, she heard."
"How much?"
"Just about everything."
"That would explain…"
"Why she asked about your dead husband? Yeah." Dean replied bitterly, looking down into his quickly emptying cereal bowl.
"How many times can I apologize for that?" she asked as Sam snorted. "Shouldn't you be heading to work?"
"Got the day off," Sam said, smiling wide.
"Good," Dean grinned, finishing off his cereal and walking the empty bowl to the sink, "you can rearrange things while we're off earning our keep."
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"Look at that."
Dean barely turned at the sound of Ellen's voice. She was staring out the front door. "That spider? That's been there forever. I think it might be dead, but I haven't gotten the chance to poke at it yet."
"Not that."
"The wasp nest then? It's on my to-do list."
"No, Dean. There's… there's a wasps' nest and you haven't taken care of it yet?"
"Nobody's been stung," he defended, keeping his eyes on the TV, "yet."
She sighed. "There's a car parked up the street. It was there when I left this morning."
"So the neighbors got a new ride. Big deal."
"No, I don't think it's theirs."
"What, you think someone's casing our house?"
"Just come look."
Reluctantly, Dean moved from the couch to the front door and peered outside. An old red clunker was parked a little way up the street, facing the house. "Maybe some kid on the block just turned sixteen. Most folks get their kids clunkers for first cars."
Ellen shook her head. "You really are anti-social, aren't you? Jaye's the only kid close to that age on the block. You would know that if you bothered to talk to people."
"I talk to people. Maybe it's a loaner."
"I don't know. I've just got this weird feeling. Like something's wrong."
"Well," Dean said softly, closing the door and ushering her back into the house, "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Who in their right mind would want to watch us? Maybe it stalled on the street there and the owners are waiting for it to get towed. Maybe it belongs to someone visiting family here. It could be anything."
"I guess you're right," Ellen finally conceded, letting herself be led back into the house.
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right. I'm the patriarch of the family."
"Ooh, a three syllable word. I'm impressed."
"Thought you might be," Dean grinned, flopping back down on the couch with her.
So, that's chapter 1. Trust me, the story picks up fast. I think. Anyway, if I was a vampire, I'd be a review vampire (I'd live off reviews. Get it?). Yeah, that was lame. Anyway, please review :)