Disclaimers: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. Maggie, Lola and other characters are original characters created by angelkisses87 and Bubblegumthai.
Theme: Drama, Supernatural, and Angst
Rating: M
Chapter One:
A soft orange sunrise, framed Joshua's tall slim figure. Standing in the doorway he stood silently before a stunned Maggie.
"Josh." She whispered, holding a hand out to touch his dark grey hoody, as if to prove to herself that the young man stood before her was real. "Oh my god." She mouthed as she pulled her son into her arms, tears of joy filling her eyes. "I cant believe it, its really you…my little boy." Taking his face gently in her hands, looking into the pair of sea blue eyes that looked back at her, "You're home…" She breathed in disbelief, "Wh…where have you been?!" She sobbed, tears now rolling freely down her cheeks, "It doesn't matter." She said firmly, ushering him into the hallway, "Are…are you alright?"
Joshua smiled back at his mother, flashing his perfect white teeth,
"Fine." He replied, placing a hand gently on her shoulder, "Why wouldn't I be?"
With a yawn, Dean threw the bed covers off of him half-heartedly and stepped out into the cold room, clad only in a pair of loose-fitting cotton pyjama bottoms. Padding across the room, he ran his hands over his hair with a yawn before shaking his head vigorously to wake himself up.
Walking along down the hall, he stretched his arms up above his head before dropping them down again and swinging them back and forth as he walked into another room,
"Hey there buddy!" He beamed as he wandered across the toy-laden floor, scooping up a little boy from a small bed in the centre of the room. The child giggled as Dean raised him up in the air, smiling adoringly into his face, "Let's go find your mommy…" Dean breathed, resting the child on his hip and carrying him back out of the room, his chestnut-coloured hair in a thick bowl-style cut tousled around his round face. He wore a black t-shirt and baggy blue jeans. One scarlet sock hung loosely from one foot, the other had completely disappeared as Dean crept quietly into the spare room.
He opened up an old wardrobe, and reaching in with one hand he produced a large bunch of red and white roses. He placed it down carefully on the spare bed before reaching in again. He took out a single red rose, handing it to his son. Picking up the bouquet again he headed for the stairs, telling the boy to be quiet as they moved though the house and into the kitchen where a soft voice chatted away on the phone,
"Listen…just because we're rapidly approaching forty does not mean that we can just throw all coolness out of the window and start going to karaoke! No…I can't sing!" Lola whined into the white cordless phone, "Seriously! It's really bad! I sound like a yak on heat! No…I don't actually know what that sounds like, but I bet it's not very nice!" She laughed, glancing down at her watch, "Anyways, listen…I've gotta go, I'm going to be late for work and I haven't even got Duncan his breakfast yet and Dean's still in bed and…okay…yeah…really running behind!" She panicked, running a hand through her hair, "Yeah…okay…I'll call you at lunch! Bye!" She almost sang down the phone before hanging up and placing the handset down on the kitchen counter. She whirled around and was startled to see Dean and Duncan standing in the kitchen doorway, watching on in amusement. She frowned at them, seeing the flowers in their hands,
"Morning…" Dean beamed, walking over, "Happy anniversary."
Lola's frown deepened,
"Our anniversary's next week." She said simply, with a small shake of her head,
"Hap-y annivsry mommy…" Duncan gurgled, holding out the single rose for her. She giggled, taking Duncan and the flower from Dean's arms, stroking his face gently,
"I know it's next week." Dean said with a shrug, "But you're out of town then so I figured we'd celebrate a week early."
Lola smiled weakly,
"That's sweet…" She whispered as Dean placed down the bunch of roses wrapped in black tissue paper onto the kitchen counter,
"So tonight…" He began, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter, "Sam's picking up Duncan and then you and I are going to go out and have a nice meal and then…"
"Go on a hunt?!" Lola asked hopefully,
"Lola…" Dean sighed, "You know we can't both go at the same time. What if something happened to us both? Duncan would be alone."
"If something happened to you, I would want to be with you." She replied seriously, stepping closer so that she could cuddle up to her husband with Duncan in her arms,
"How's about neither of us go…that way, everyone wins!" Dean joked. Lola rolled her eyes,
"You've come along way since I first set eyes on you." She told him with a smile, turning away from him, carrying Duncan towards the fridge, "Juice?" She asked the toddler in a high voice, "Juicy time for Duncan?" She cooed, stroking his soft chestnut hair as the phone began to ring again from the counter top,
"Juice! Juice!" Duncan cried excitedly as Lola looked over her shoulder,
"Would you get that?" She asked despairingly, "I'm running late as it is…whoever it is, I am NOT here!" She said sternly as Dean smirked, picking up the phone, pressing the receive button,
"Winchester residence…" Dean drawled in a posh voice which caused his wife to stifle a laugh, shaking her head, "Oh, hey Maggie…"
"Oooh! Ooh!" Lola cooed, waving her free hand in her husband's face to signal that she wanted to talk,
"Woah…okay…slow down…say that again…" Dean said seriously, swatting Lola away as he turned his back to her, leaning on the counter for support, "Where is he now? Right…yeah…I'll be right over. Bye." He hung up, holding the phone firmly in both hands, staring ahead at a blank spot on the floor,
"Dean…?" Lola approached cautiously, "What's wrong?"
"Josh." Dean replied, "He's back."
"But he…I thought…we thought…"
"Yeah, well…" Dean sighed, moving towards the closet to retrieve his jacket, "Whatever we thought, I guess was wrong." He said with a shrug, rushing forwards to kiss her cheek, "I'll call you."
"But…" Lola began with a frown, "I…what about…shouldn't I come to?"
"No." Dean said firmly, "Just…stay here…I don't want Duncan there just now…just…just take the day off and stay here, alright?"
Lola sighed in defeat as she watched him dash off out of the front door. Turning to Duncan, she placed her lips against his forehead before pouting at him,
"What shall we do while we wait for Daddy?" She asked him. Duncan simply sucked on the straw to his apple juice carton, staring back at her with his wide olive-coloured eyes.
"Sam…come on you've been in there for hours!" The slim girl, still dressed in a black satin pyjama set called through the en-suite bathroom, pulling her messy brunette locks into a high ponytail, "Sam!" She called again, before the white painted door opened, and out stepped a dripping wet Sam, a navy blue towelling robe wrapped around his toned torso,
"Okay…okay." He replied, holding his hands up dramatically,
"And they say women take forever in the bathroom." The young woman said sarcastically, leaning up on tip toes to plant a kiss on her boyfriend's damp cheek. He smirked, vigorously rubbing a towel a top of his head to dry his hair that even in his early forties was unruly and long, "It's not funny!" She scoffed playfully, "If I'm late for work, I won't be happy."
Sam grinned back at her as he made his way across the bedroom towards the dresser, though as he pulled open the top drawer, somewhere behind him, his mobile phone buzzed a top of the bed side cabinet. With a frown, Sam dived for it, rolling onto his back on the bed, placing his phone to his ear,
"Winchester." He answered, inspecting beneath his nails as he did so,
"Sammy…" Dean scolded playfully, "With all your smarts you still haven't figured out that my name and number appears on the screen?"
"What's up, Dean?" Sam replied dryly, now staring up at the ceiling,
"What're you doing today?" Dean asked, trying to sound casual, though his voice shook a little with emotion.
Sam shrugged, glancing over at the clock,
"I haven't got court today. I was just going to head into the office for awhile."
"Good." Dean beamed, "I'm parked outside."
"What?"
"We've got a bit of a family emergency going down, Sam. I need your help."
Sam sat up,
"What's wrong? Is Maggie okay? What about Lola?"
"They're both fine." Dean reassured, "Just get your butt down here. I'll explain in the car."
"Is Duncan alright?"
"Sam…" Dean sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, "Get your shoes on!"
Sam rolled his eyes,
"Okay…fine…I'll be down in five." He sighed, hanging up and rolling off of the bed to find some clothes, "Cary!" Sam called through the bathroom door,
"Yeah?"
"I've got to take off. My brother called…"
"Y'know…you don't have to drop everything whenever he calls." She said in a warning tone. Sam sighed,
"I know, but this is family stuff, y'know?"
"It's always family stuff with you and Dean. For such a small family, you sure do have a lot of problems."
"I'll see you tonight."
"Alright…have a good day!"
"You too." Sam nodded, grabbing his light jacket and heading out of the door.