Theme: Drama, Angst, Supernatural
Disclaimers: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters. Bubblegum Thai and Myself create Lola, Maggie and other original characters to this fiction.
Authors Note: This is the final installment of our AU series. I'd like to take a quick moment to say that writing this series was so much fun. My best mate and I shared a lot of laughs and a few sad moments creating them. We both hope you enjoy reading it as we did writing it.
Devil's Design
Chapter One:
Running his hand over his dark shaggy hair, Sam Winchester leant down over the side of his son's crib, gently pulling up the small and multi-coloured fleece blanket to the sleeping child's chin, his wisp of dark hair flittering slightly in the breeze of the movement.
The fifty-seven-year-old father looked down proudly at his child, tilting his head to one side, watching as his chest rised and fell rhythmically,
"Ella…" He called softly over his shoulder. A young raven-haired woman with beautiful olive skin moved up behind him, sliding her slender arms around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind,
"Yes Sam?" She whispered,
"Are you sure he'll be alright with Dean and Lola while we're away?" He asked gently, "I have a bad feeling about this."
Ella chuckled at her husband, turning him around in her arms, looking up into his ageing face,
"We're are only going for a weekend…we need some time away. It was very kind of your brother to offer to look after Cody for a couple of nights. He'll be fine." She reassured, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand, "You worry too much."
Sam smiled weakly,
"I know…I just…you know me…I just like to be cautious." He murmured. She nodded, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly,
"Relax…" She soothed, "Cody will be fine and you and I will have a great time." She grinned. Sam nodded as she pulled out of his arms, wandering back out of the nursery.
The front door of the large Winchester house slammed shut as heavy footsteps stomped through the house towards the lounge. In a blur of perfectly quaffed auburn ringlets, the television remote was snatched from the arm of the sofa, turning it off before throwing it back down again into a nearby armchair,
"Hey!" Came the angry protest of teenage Duncan, his brown hair cut long and shaggy, gelled into a surf-style, "I was watching that…" He moaned from his position on the couch, looking up at his mother curiously,
"Duncan John Winchester," Lola began breathlessly, "Would you like to explain to me why I just spent twenty minutes on the phone to your principal?"
Duncan looked away with a shrug,
"Because he's a jackass." Duncan muttered,
"What's going on…?"
Lola looked up to the doorway that lead to the kitchen to see Dean standing there, frowning in confusion,
"Duncan got in a fight today." She told him simply. Dean scowled,
"Hey! You didn't tell me that! How come I didn't get a call from the school?"
"You did." Duncan replied dryly, "You weren't in."
"Can we PLEASE get back to the point?!" Lola fumed, "Duncan punched another kid at lunch today."
"Did he deserve it?" Dean asked with a smirk,
"Dean!" Lola exclaimed in shock,
"Yes." Duncan answered smugly, crossing his arms over his chest, "He was totally ripping the piss out of the B.O.C.!"
"Language!" Lola exclaimed, about to continue,
"Dude! No way!" Dean gasped, "Classic!"
"That's what I said…and then he told me to get with the times so I popped him one."
"Oh good grief…" Lola sighed, placing her face in her hands in despair,
"Damn strait!" Dean beamed, "High five." He said, holding up his hand. His eighteen-year-old son slapped his palm into his fathers, the pair grinning at one another, "You should always stand up for what you believe in."
"But NOT to the extent where you hit someone over music!" Lola growled, "That is ridiculous…and besides…that stuff IS pretty out of date…"
Dean rolled his eyes,
"Ignore your mother…" He muttered, "She never had very good taste to begin with."
"That's true, I married you after all." Lola joked with a smirk before turning a very serious face on her son, "Duncan…I am really disappointed in you. That was not how I raised you to solve problems. I'm suspending your driving privileges for two weeks, I hope you like getting the bus to school." She beamed sarcastically,
"That is really unfair…" Duncan mumbled,
"Yeah…" Dean agreed, "C'mon honey…you're being a little hard, aren't you?"
Lola arched an eyebrow before making a small, amused sound, shaking her head,
"Well comments like that aren't going to change my mind…" She commented, walking out of the room a lot calmer than she had entered, looking thoroughly satisfied with herself. Duncan looked up despairingly at his father,
"Dad…" He moaned, "Do something."
Dean threw his hands up into the air in defeat,
"You know I have no control over stuff like this…" He sighed, "You know your mother." Duncan huffed loudly, blowing a strand of stray hair out of his olive-coloured eyes, "Y'know…you wouldn't have that problem if you got a haircut."
"Whatever dad…" Duncan drawled,
"You're going to end up looking like your uncle Sam." Dean warned,
"I'd rather be that than bald."
"I'm NOT bald!" Dean said firmly, "I am SO not bald…" He could be heard muttering to himself as he stalked out of the living room, "Where's your sister?" He called over his shoulder. Duncan shrugged,
"How should I know? I'm gonna guess…the mall?"
Carrying yet another basket of laundry, Maggie walked into the kitchen, which had been invaded by teenagers,
"Hello love," She cooed, kissing the short-haired brunette lightly on the cheek, "How was school today?"
"Well," He began, "The usual…y'know…classes…kids…oh, and Duncan got into another fight. The WHOLE school saw."
"Ugh…" Maggie rolled her eyes, "Was it about music, Adam?"
Adam nodded,
"Yep. His terrible taste in music."
Maggie sighed heavily,
"He's just like his father…" She mused before grinning at the second teenager, a red-headed girl who sipped tentatively on a can of diet Pepsi, "Hi Jamie." She smiled, "What's up?"
"Oh nothing much…y'know…just hanging out…" She mumbled, staring at the table top,
"Having problems with your dad again?" Maggie asked gently stroking the smooth hair of her niece out of the sixteen-year-old's face. She nodded a couple of times,
"You know how it goes…dad and Duncan get on so well…and I just don't fit it…I wish my parents were normal like you and uncle Ryan."
Maggie laughed softly,
"I'm far from normal…" Maggie soothed, "But why would you want to be normal and boring? You've got a great heritage to be very proud of and your parents love you very much."
Jamie sighed heavily,
"I know…" She sulked, "But…when you were young, didn't you ever want to just be normal?"
"Well…sometimes…but I was so happy to finally have a family that I didn't really worry about being normal." Maggie admitted, "I know your uncle Sam thought about it a lot. He would be good to talk to if you're feeling down about this kind of thing."
"There's not really much to say. Most girls in my grade are worrying about colleges and make-up and having a date to the prom…my dad thinks I should be worrying about weapons training and how to dig up a corpse, which I've got to say is pretty gross!"
"Oh…well I was always told I was too fragile to do that…though I did get to shoot a load of stuff."
"Oh my God! You're just like them!" She sobbed, "I have a freak family…great…so much for fitting in at school…" She grumbled, snatching up her bag and storming out of the house.
Maggie looked to Adam helplessly,
"Oh dear…" Adam sighed,
"Has she been like this all day?"
"Try all semester, mom."
"Oh…maybe I should call Lola."
"I wouldn't. Very bad idea."
"Why?"
"Because everybody loves having that awkward conversation with their parents…almost as fun as the sex talk." Adam remarked sarcastically, "Which…by the way…I do NOT need…"
"Oh…" Maggie frowned, "W…why?" She asked cautiously, "Do I need to know something…?" She asked slyly. Adam shook his head slowly,
"No mom…you can breath…" He sighed, "Uncle Dean explained…YEARS ago…"
"Right…" Maggie rolled her eyes irritably, "That man…he'll be the death of us all…"
Adam grinned, closing the chemistry textbook in front of him,
"Well…I'm gonna go study…"
"Do you need any help…?" Maggie called half-heartedly. Adam glanced over his shoulder with a smirk,
"No thanks mom…" He beamed before disappearing up to his bedroom. Loud soft rock soon drifted down the stairs through the closed door. Maggie slumped into the stool her son had been sat in, staring down at the soda can that Jamie had left behind,
"Of course you don't…" She mumbled, "Damn…I hate having a gifted child…I feel so useless…"