Brother Dearest

"Hey, Dean, get this. There's been a bunch of unexplained deaths in New York City."

"Yeah, so what?" Dean said through a mouth of cheese puffs from Wal-Mart.

"All of the victims reported seeing bees that nobody else could for a day before they went, and developed sting-like marks all over."

"…That is pretty damn suspicious."

"Right? So shall we take a trip?" Sam shut his laptop and got off the motel bed, grabbing some stuff and shoving it in a bag.

"Yeah, you bet, sounds like a case." Dean paused and chuckled. "Of all things…demons are using bees to do their dirty work? Sounds kinda…I dunno, unbelievable?"

"Our lives are unbelievable."

"Right on, Sammy. Now, you pack and I'll dispose of the leftover food."

It was a long trip down to New York, with Dean eating while he drove and Sam constantly on the phone to witnesses.

"Yes, hello, Mr…Benson? I understand your wife was a victim of the attacks?...No, no, we're not the press, we're FBI. Highly professional...Yes, four o'clock tomorrow sounds splendid…okay, see you then."

"Who was that?" Dean asked, mouth full and spewing cheese puff dust everywhere.

"Barry Benson. His wife, Vanessa, died of the thing last week. Apparently they're pretty famous for a court case about the honey industry or something."

"He sounds like a real fun guy," Dean snarked.

At four the next day, after they had checked into their motel room, they went straight to the address Barry had given. Dean barely registered the fact that it was situated just beside a florist with their names.

"Florist's…and legal advice?" Sam said questioningly. He shrugged and they walked over to the door of the home beside it.

Sam knocked confidently. It was a few moments before they heard any signs of life from inside. They were contemplating whether or not to knock again when they heard the sobs of a broken man getting closer. The door swung open, but there was nobody there.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Haunting?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" screamed a tiny voice, and Dean furrowed his brow, following the sound to a spot just in front of them. And there it was- a tiny little bee. "What is he talking about?!" the bee demanded.

"Sam, this stripy little honey bastard can talk."

"What?"

"Barry Benson is…a bee."

Inside the house, Barry let the boys sit down and have some coffee. "Vanessa loved coffee. God, I haven't missed anyone so much since my father left me."

"What happened there?" Sam asked unenthusiastically.

"He left my mother for a life of monster hunting, and my mom left me with my adopted parents. It broke my real mom's heart! Dumb humans, always breaking hearts! Vanessa, my dad…" Barry was sobbing. "Curse you, John Winchester!"

Dean spluttered out his tea. "What the fuck?"

"My dad was a man called John Winchester…so technically I'm only half bee, half human."

"Fucking…what…the…fuck. Sam, we have a half brother…who is a fucking bee!"

"What?" Barry asked quietly.

"John Winchester was our father, too, Barry," Sam said gently, but he was shocked. "We're…brothers."