Sam and Dean have male cousins. Told mostly from Sam's point of view. COMPLETELY AU. My first fanfiction, please be nice:)
I've seen a lot of sister and OFC stories out there and just thought I'd try something a little bit different.
New Characters
Fletcher Gabriel Knight:
Parents: Henry (d. 2000) and Rebecca (d. 1992)
Siblings: Everett, Gunner, Asher
Description: Died in 1997 at age 14.
Everett Brayden Knight:
Age: 21
Parents: Henry (d. 2000) and Rebecca (d. 1992)
Siblings: Fletcher (d. 1997), Gunner, Asher
Description: 5'10", short blond hair, bright blue eyes, surfer's physique.
Status: Hunting with Dean, Sam, and Gunner.
Henry "Gunner" Douglas Knight Jr.:
Age: 20
Parents: Henry (d. 2000) and Rebecca (d. 1992)
Siblings: Fletcher (d. 1997), Everett, Asher
Description: 5'8", short blond hair, blue eyes. He wears a left leg brace. Recently diagnosed with diabetes.
Status: Hunting with Dean, Sam, and Everett.
Asher Nicholas Knight:
Age: 17
Birth Parents: Henry (d. 2000) and Rebecca (d. 1992)
Adoptive Parents: Paul and Kate Steele
Siblings: Fletcher (d. 1997), Everett, Gunner
Description: 5'8", light brown hair, blue eyes.
Status: Living with adoptive family in Vermont, limited contact with blood family.
Background Info: The Knights are Sam and Dean's cousins, their mothers were sisters. Their mother died when they were young, leaving them alone with their abusive father. Following a series of events in 2000, Henry was killed and John Winchester took in Everett and Gunner. Due to Asher's abundance of medical problems, John felt it best to place him with another family, who eventually adopted him.
In 2007, Everett and Gunner have been trained as hunters and are on the road with Sam and Dean.
In this story, Sam in twenty-three and Dean is twenty-seven.
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The Knight's past will be explained as the story goes on. Promise.
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The first few chapters are pretty tame, but later chapters will talk about more specific child abuse events the Knights went through and they will be somewhat hardcore. If you do not want to read this sort of thing, I will post a warning on the chapters containing this kind of thing.
This carries a strong "T" rating for harsh language, violence, and child abuse. Please do not read if this offends you.
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Disclaimer: The TV show Supernatural belongs to the CW. All recognizable characters are property of the CW and Kripke. Fletcher, Everett, Gunner, and Asher belong to me.
There. Now that I'm done with all that, on with the story:)
Increbresco
Chapter I
By baseballeatsyou
The orange glow of the early morning sunlight and the low drone of the TV is what brought Sam Winchester out of the most restful sleep he'd had in a long while. That, and Everett in the shower singing along to God know what, sounded like Judas Priest. Not Sam's first choice, but his musical tastes were in complete contrast to his twenty-one year old cousin's.
Gunner banged loudly on the door, completely jolting Sam awake. "I gotta piss, Everett. Hurry up!"
Everett responded by loudly reciting the lyrics to You've Got Another Thing Comin' totally off key. Sam wearily sat up and glanced over at Dean, whom he was sharing a bed with that day. As usual, they only had enough money for one room and two beds. Gunner had gotten one to himself while Everett was exiled to the ratty old sofa, which did not go without much complaining, threats of bodily harm, and promises of retribution. They tried to give Gunner his own bed whenever possible due to his leg, so he wouldn't get all cramped up.
"Dude, Gunner," Sam moaned. "Hold it down. Some of us are trying to sleep."
"Well, one of us is about to piss his pants," was the retort. "Everett, open the damn door!"
Sam ran a hand through his slightly tangled hair, "How the hell can you sleep through this, Dean?" He decided if he had to be abruptly awoken, so did Dean. He grabbed his pillow and promptly his brother in the face.
Dean sprung up faster than Sam had seen him move in a long time. It took a minute for the elder to decipher what had so violently disturbed his slumber. "Bastard," he grumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.
Sam just laughed, "Time to get up, princess."
"You can just go to hell, Sammy," Dean said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Knock it off, Everett!" he ordered.
"Make me," was the childish response.
Dean stormed over to the bathroom door and swung it open, "Shut up!"
"Hey, I'm in here!"
"No shit, get out!"
"I'm not done!"
"I don't care!"
"Gunner! What are you doing?"
A moment later, Everett stumbled out of the room of dispute, clad waist down in a brownish motel towel and dripping wet.
Sam raised his eyebrows, "Problem?"
"This is totally unfair," Everett grumbled unhappily. "I have to sleep on the crappy sofa, eat the crappy food, and I can't ever take a freaking shower in peace."
"I need coffee," Sam said, ignoring his cousin's rant. He began fiddling with the well-used coffee maker on top of the dresser.
Everett pulled on a pair of semi-clean boxers, "Don't think I won't strangle you."
"Aww, baby Everett have a bad night?" Gunner cooed mockingly from the bathroom.
Everett responded by throwing his wet towel through the open door, an angry stream of choice words assured that he had hit his mark. He stood in front of the small mirror hanging on the wall, his bright blue eyes stared back like two sapphires. There was no doubt his attractive looks favored those of his mother, a fact he wasn't too willing to gloat about, seeing as how he had very little recollection of the woman and his father had never said a word about her. A mention of her name brought harsh beatings and long punishment.
Nothing could ever describe the relief he felt the day John brought him and Gunner into the Winchester family. John wasn't even blood, related only through marriage. And yet, he didn't hesitate. Everett did wish that his youngest brother, Asher, had stayed with them. But he knew the kid was better off with a family that could afford his then astronomical medical bills.
"A picture would last longer."
Everett jumped, he hadn't heard Sam come up behind him. "Huh?"
Sam nodded at the mirror, "Admiring yourself?"
"No," he was still startled. "Just thinking."
"There's a cause for concern."
"Funny."
Sam studied him for a moment, "Get dressed, we're leaving soon."
Everett tugged on a pair of slightly baggy, faded jeans and grabbed a black t-shirt that had the sleeves ripped off. Not because he was making a fashion statement, just because one sleeve had gotten torn beyond repair during a battle with a demonic dog. Afterwards, he had no choice but to tear off the other. Sure, he could get a new shirt, but Sam was very stingy with the little money they 'earned'. "Where to?"
"The roadhouse," Sam replied, gathering his own attire. "See if Ellen or Ash have anything for us."
Everett made a face, "Whose idea was that?"
"Mine"
"Figures."
Sam sighed, rubbing his temple. Today was a bad day for a migraine. "Look, I know Jo isn't your favorite person in the world, could you make an effort to act at least half human? Besides, Dean and I like her."
"No," Everett said. "Dean likes Jo. I've never seen him actually have a crush on anyone before."
"What about Cassie?"
"That's different, she was cool," Everett said, shoving his belongings in his duffle bag.
"In other words, you thought she was hot."
Everett grinned mischievously, "So?"
"Dude, Dean would murder you."
"Not if he didn't find out."
"Dean always finds out. She's to old for you anyway," Sam said.
"Says the guy who slept with a forty year old hooker."
Sam gave him a look of disbelief, "How the hell do you know about that?"
"I have my sources."
"Dean," Sam growled in realization.
Everett beamed triumphantly, proud that he had something to hold against his older cousin.
"Did I hear my name in here?" Dean came sauntering back in.
"Yep," said Everett. "Spelled d-o-u-c-h-e."
"I'd be insulted but I'm too busy being in shock over you knowing how to spell it."
"Aha, ha, ha, ha," Everett fake laughed. "You're freaking hilarious."
"I know," Dean shouldered his own bag. "Everyone ready? Gunner?"
Gunner hurried out of the bathroom as fast as the brace worn under his pants would allow. Despite his physical limitations, there was no doubt he could hold his own in any sort of conflict. He had the same attitude pounded into his brain as the others, kill or be killed. He put the last of his possessions in his duffel, "Ready."
"Take your insulin?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. I'm almost out, we need to restock."
"We'll get some," Dean promised. "Let's get going."
The Winchesters and Knights filed out the front door and, after heated seating debates, into the car.
"I don't want to go there," Gunner exclaimed when told where they were heading. "Jo gets on my nerves, even more than Everett does. And that's pretty bad."
"Yeah," Everett said, not at all offended. "I vote we go someplace else."
"Too bad," Dean said. "My vote vetoes your vote."
"That's bullshit."
"That's the way it's going to be," Dean mentally kicked himself. The phrase had been right out of John's Raising Demon Hunters 101.
"So," Sam said, settling back in the passenger seat for the long ride ahead. "Who thinks Everett should be banned from ever uttering another 'musical' note?"
"I'm not that bad," Everett said. "You were just listening at the wrong parts."
"And that would be what?" asked Gunner. "The entire thing?"
"Yeah, man," Dean said. "Rock star is definitely not in your future."
"You don't need to sing when you look this good," Everett said. "I bet I've laid more girls than you two combined."
Dean scoffed, "In your dreams, pretty boy."
Sam bit his lip to keep from laughing, that was quite a comment coming from the king of the self-adoring.
"He's a man whore," Gunner said of Everett.
"At least I'm not a virgin," Everett shot back.
Dean looked at a blushing Gunner in the rear view mirror, "You're a virgin?"
Gunner elbowed Everett, "Thanks, brother."
"No problem, Gunny," Everett flashed him a superstar grin.
"Maybe I should tell them about Maia Anderson."
The grin disappeared, "I'll kill you."
"Maia?" Dean said thoughtfully. "Sounds familiar."
"It should," Sam said. "She was your girlfriend a few years ago."
"Ohhh yeah. Maia…" said Dean, fondly remembering his own somewhat whore-ish actions with the cheerleader. "What about her?"
"Everett slept with her," Gunner announced. "In this backseat, when he was fifteen."
Dean nearly swerved off the road, "What?"
"Fifteen? Sam asked, quickly doing the mental math. "That means she was twenty-one!"
"She had just turned twenty-one," Everett defended weakly.
"Oh, well, that makes all the difference," Dean said sarcastically. "She knew how old you were, what a pervert…is that why she broke up with me?"
"Probably."
After an awkward moment of silence, Dean started to chuckle. "I have to say it - atta boy, Rook."
Sam moaned in distaste, "You guys have no moral compass what so ever."
"You're not mad?" Gunner asked in disappointment, hoping for more of a blow out.
"How can I be?" Dean said. "Banging someone else's girlfriend in someone else's car…I'm offended and disgusted, but so damn proud."
"Okay," Sam said. "New subject please. Preferably one that can't be considered illegal in fifty states."
TBC…if you want.
How'd I do for a first timer? I know it's a risk adding new characters, I tried to make them believable. The next chapter will be more interesting. If I get enough feedback, I will post it late Thursday or Friday. Reviews make me happy:) Please be nice.
Peace.