Welcome to my first ever Fanfic about Supernatural. I think there are too Little Dean/OC out there, so I decided to do my own. This will also be a story where Dean finds true love and settle down, with a non-hunter.
Please review at the end, so i think if someone want to keep reading, so I will keep writing. BTW This not beta'ed - i make my own spelling errors.
December 24, 2009. Sam was standing at a door he had never been at before with his hand raised to knock. Behind the door, he was hoping to find the brother he left behind all those years ago, when he left for college. Now, here he was finished with Law School and ready to join his family again. Not that he had not had a family for the past 5 years - his dear college friends had been family all these years and then of course Jess. His fiancée Jessica was closer to him than Dean ever had been - or so he felt.
The house, or should he say farm, he was standing at was enormous. There was a main house, that were flanked by two barns and there was a four-car garage opposite the main house. There sat the distinguished Chevrolet Impala with a good 50 years on its back. It looked just as good as always and he could tell that his brother had been keeping her up to beat. The barns and main house had the classic wooden facades and the good red color with white trimmings that usually accompanied the style. The color was so vivid that the house had to have been painted not too long ago.
On the way to the homestead Sam had passed a wrought iron gate, so he knew Dean had not completely left the hunting life but he did not know anything about his brother or what he had been doing for the past 5 years. It had taken Sam a long time to locate his brother. He still thought he was living on the road and chasing the demons. After 3 months of driving to various cities with weird accidents, hoping to track down his brother and meet him on the hunt, there was no luck. With no luck at the weird accidents he started asking around for him. For a few weeks, a nagging voice in his head said he was dead and it was too late.
Until a few months ago, when he ran into a fellow hunter named Garth in Denver. Garth the hunter that should not be, according to Sam. a too slim boy who just should not be hunting but be behind a counter at Walmart or something. They got talking and Sam finally asked how he came across this hunt.
"A guy sent me," Garth had said. Sam thought it weird that someone had sent him to this hunt instead of doing it himself.
"What guy?" Sam asked curiously. It never hurt to have contacts within the community.
"His name is Dean and he lives somewhere in Kansas, so he couldn't get here in time, but I'm based in Las Vegas so, it was easier for me." He took a bite of his burger and moaned and amazed at how good it tasked. Sam thought it all to be a bit too much. However, the name... It couldn't be his brother Dean could it?
"This Dean... his last name wouldn't happen to be Winchester, would it?" Sam asked cautiously. They had never gotten around to last names, so here they were just Sam and Garth. Garth would not know that he was sitting across from Sam Winchester.
"So you DO know him!" Garth exclaimed and seemed relieve that he did not have to explain further who Dean was.
"And he send you here?" Sam could not lose that detail. Dean ad always lived on road and loved it, so why would he give a hunt to someone else when they had easily driven from New York to Seattle for a case, then he could drive from wherever in Kansas and go to Denver. Dean never passed a hunt.
"Yeah, didn't he send you?" now Garth showed his confusion.
"No, I came here because of the stories in the news. It's obvious that 3 murders with the same M.O as a missing heart, is something weird." he put the emphasis on the last word; to be sure Garth knew what he meant.
"Yeah I Guess" Garth, "I just go where Dean sends me."
Sam had only been in the town for a few hours before he met Garth, who was posing as a Texas Ranger and Sam immediately knew that he was a hunter but he hoped he was just a guy fooling around pretending to be the authorities. But no, Garth had been here for 4 days and seemed to have a good hand on it, it seemed.
The silence between the settled but Sam finally had a lead on his brother.
"So, what do you think it is?" Sam asked to keep the conversation going and he hoped that he would bring Dean up again or something. He did not want to seem overeager to meet his 'boss'.
"I think it's some ancient God named Cocoa or Cacao or something. I was planning on calling Dean when I was done with dinner; to see it he knew anything." Garth said as he ordered the check. The waitress came back and Garth paid and asked for a copy of the bill. "For the boss" he said to the waitress and Sam as he tucked away the extra bill in his inner coat pocket, where Sam could see a few other like it sticking out.
They went out to their cars and drove back to Garths motel, so Sam could help killing the Cocoa God as Garth put it.
The phone rang 3 times before a familiar voice sounded. A voice it had been far too long since Sam had heard.
"Winchester," Dean's voice said. Sam wondered for a second why Dean would just say his real name. Sam couldn't help but think what if it was the cops or something, finally tracking him down?
"Fitzgerald. You're on speaker. Hey Dean, I met this other hunter and I think we are dealing with a cocoa god or something, I send you some pictures and stuff on email, I don't know if you've had a ch-"
"I saw it and Josie is working on it. She call you back later." Dead said short and to the point. By the tone, Sam knew that Dean wanted to do anything else, besides talking to Garth.
"Thanks Dean. By-"
Dean cut him off again. "Don't tell this other hunter of our deal - I don't need anymore. And don't call on this day ever again; you know what day this is." With that, he hung up.
Dean's voice carried the worn of the years through the phone. Sam doubted for a second if it was same man he knew 5 years ago. His voice was full authority and he was clearly the boss of Garth and by the sound of it, maybe more hunters?
With all of the questions rushing through his head, the first question he couldn't stop at this lips was "what day is it?"
Garth rolled his eyes. "Thought you said you knew him.. It's his anniversary. Two Years I think." Garth said.
Sam had a hard time processing this. Dean was not only settled down in one place, but had also tied the knot to a girl. Sam wanted to meet this Josie the woman who tamed his brother. "Josie? That's his wife?" He asked to be sure and could keep the surprise out of his voice.
"Yeah, Josefine. Are you sure you know him? Maybe is two different guys with the same name. All he talks about is his family, so if you don't know he is married..." Garth said and regretted mentioning Dean to this Sam person. Maybe Sam was out to get Dean and Sam had brought Dean in danger now. He hoped it wasn't like that, but if it was, he hoped it wouldn't be traced back to him. Garth didn't want to feel the anger of Josefine Winchester again.
"Yeah, I know him," Sam said, "I've just been out of touch with him for a few years that's all."
Garth felt relief. "Maybe you should just call - he's real forgiving when it's not about the job." He hesitated, "It's not job-related is it? You didn't fuck up some case did'cha?"
"No, it's not like that." Sam said.
"Well as I said he lives in Kansas and you should just go see him or call if you want to reconnect." Garth said.
"Do you know where he lives? Can you give me an address or something?" Sam wistfully said.
"No can do man. Sorry. Not allowed, only those who he tells where he lives can know. If that makes any sense."
"But you said the state"
"Come on, I can say that state, just not the town or address. Hunters usually know where to go, when I say Kansas, so you must have been out of the game for years." Garth said.
"Something like that"
After that, they parted their ways. Josie called and said that it was the heart that needed to be destroyed and Garth apparently knew where that was, so he would just get on with it.
Sam thought about driving to Kansas and knocking on every door until he finally reached Dean. He drove back to San Francisco, the city where he and Jess had moved after finishing school. They had a small house and was planning to finally tie the knot when Dean was found, as Sam would have no other to be his best man. They had also talked kids but Jess didn't want to have kids out of wedlock, this thing she wanted to right and in the right order.
Sam decided to stay in his motel for the night and head back tomorrow. After some search on his computer, he was surprised to find that there was only two Dean Winchester in Kansas and sighed. They were in different ends of the state, but he would go, look, and hopefully find him.
Sam med Garth on October 14.
It was another 2 weeks before he had time to hit the road again. His work was very understanding that he needed time to reconnect his family so he had another week where he could go look.
The first Sam Winchester lived in a retirement home, so Sam didn't even bother to go in and make sure. The other was a 50 year old presumably virgin, IT-supporter.
Sam needed more help. He thought about calling his dad, but quickly decided against it. The only other he could call was Bobby, but he hadnt spoken to him in 5 years either.
The phone rang and rang and Sam pondered for a moment if Bobby had moved and his lines were dead but after the fifth ring, a grizzly voice answered.
"Singer." the voice said.
Sam was stunned to speak, it had been so long since he had been in contact with the life and now, Bobby was on the other end of the phone.
"Hallo?" Bobby said again.
"Hi Bobby, its Sam."
"Sam who?" he said with annoyance.
"Uhm Winchester" he didn't recognize his voice?
"What do you want?" his voice turned grim and he seemed like he would rather do anything else than talk to Sam.
"Well Hi to you too Bobby," He waited for a few seconds for a reply but when he was met with silence he continued. "I was hoping you could tell me where Dean is? I wanna get back in touch with him."
"No can do." Short and to the point.
"What? Why? Never Mind, can you tell me where he lives?"
"No"
"Bobby come on!" Sam was getting frustrated.
"Sorry I can't help you,"
"Can you tell him to call me then? I can give you my number and..." he was cut off by Bobby voice.
"I don't want to do that Sam. He was heartbroken when you left and I don't think you need to back in his life now. He has a good life now - don't ruin it for you own amusement."
Sam was stunned. Bobby had been like another father to him and now here he hated him - or so it seemed.
"Bobby just... I ran into a hunter named Garth who said he lived in Kansas and I just want to get my brother back."
"You are the one who left Sam, now deal with the consequences." Bobby hung up after that, so Sam was once again.
It was now the middle of November and Sam had almost given up. He had given himself to the end of the year after that, he didn't care anymore - he had tried his best to find Dean.
It was thanksgiving when he was given new hope. Ellen Harvelle and her daughter Jo had invited Sam and Jess to thanksgiving at the Roadhouse and Jess needed to get out of the house.
During dinner, Jo's phone rung and she answered "Hi Dean." Sam was immediately alert - anything concerning his brother made him jumpy nowadays. The Harvelles must have kept in touch with him, so maybe they knew where he is.
Jo didn't say anything for a while just affirming grunts and yesses before she ended with "Yes Boss" and hung up.
"That was Dean?" Sam asked incredulous. Why did everyone else know where his brother was except for him?
"Yeah, he thinks some werewolf is tearing up in Ohio and wants me to go, but I can't wait until tomorrow to leave." Jo said and smiled.
"So what he just calls and tells you where there's a case and you go?"
"Yeah that's kinda the way it works, if I want my money"
"You get paid?"
"Yeah but like only for the days I'm gone and everything's is paid by the..."
Jo was interrupted by her mother coughing purposely and stopped talking.
Ellen asked Sam,"So Sam when was the last time you talked to your brother?"
"Almost five and a half years ago. Before I left for college. But I have been trying to track him down to reconnect, but I keep hitting dead ends. I met a hunter, Garth, who wouldn't tell me anything other than he lives in Kansas and then I called Bobby and all he did was yell at me."
"Well Sam, did'ya think about calling your dad?" Ellen asked knowing he hadn't done that.
"No, but that is the last resort and I'm not ready to talk to him yet" Sam said as he slowly peeled the label of the bottle of beer he had been nursing for the past 30 minutes.
"I think you should try your father." Jo said timidly and Sam was growing agitated.
"Come on! I know you know where he is! Please I'm trying to reconnect with my brother and you aren't exactly helping." Sam stood up from the table was almost visibly shaken – he had to find Dean – they were brothers god's sake.
Ellen had had enough. She stood up as angrily as Sam had and headed for the pen and paper they kept by the phone. She jotted down some words and handed him the slip.
"That's his address. But don't be surprised if you don't like what you find." Ellen said as a warning.
Sam was euphoric. He wasn't just closer to looking for Dean; he had his actual address and was about a day's journey away.
Jess was happy for Sam, she really was. "You should surprise him for Christmas! It could be a Christmas miracle"
He didn't like waiting but she had a point, besides he couldn't have more time off work, so he agreed with Jess.
And here he stood. In front of the door. He had even brought him a present and some flowers for his wife. It had been hard looking for a present for a brother you haven't seen in almost 6 years. He ended up with a knife – his brother could always use a knife for the fight against demons.
He raised his hands and knocked.
But the man who opened was not his brother – it was Garth, who was obviously drunk. "Dude what are you doing here!" he slurred.
"I'm looking for Dean – I was given his address by some family friends so... what are you doing here?"
"I'm house-sitting'"
"Where is Dean?"
"Can't tell ya, but he be back in the middle of January. I think..."
It was the middle of January, he stood there again, and this time just knocked. He didn't hesitate because this had lasted long enough now.
A woman answered who didn't even reach his shoulders. "Hello, may I help you"
"I'm looking for Dean Winchester, and was told he lived here."
"Sorry – I don't know who that is"
Sam sighed and looked down and there he saw the first sign of his brother. A salt line ran behind the doorframe. But as he looked down he saw that the woman standing in front of him was pregnant – not far along, but it was definitely a baby bump.
"Please – I'm his brother, please just get him." He pleaded. He looked into her eyes to gain some kind of sympathy. Jess called it his puppy-eyes and said that they were irresistible.
Something happened when he looked in to green eyes of his brother's wife. A feeling came over him and he felt bad for leaving Dean with their dad all those years ago. It was as if his heart was churning on itself and he could feel the tears coming. A small voice sounded in his head, it sounded like his own and someone else at the same time. The voice spoke to him. "You had left your brother. You had left him with their absent father to fight the evil in the world – alone. Dean had carried the whole weight on the world on his shoulders, when it should have been split between you."
Sam fell to his knees as the feelings and the voice didn't stop coming. "Jessica. How can you marry someone who does not know the full truth about you and your family? You should be ashamed that you kept this from her and all your friends all these years. If she knew what you had done, what you had killed she would leave on the spot. And you would deserve it".
As Sam fell to his knees, he lost eye contact with Josefine, who said, "There is no one of that name here. I think you have the wrong house and you should leave".
The feelings disappeared again and now Sam was angry. Those sad feeling were now fueling his anger. Jessica loved him, and she would even if she knew of the family's hunting business. Sam was right to leave Dean and Dad to finally do something for himself.
"Who are you?" he asked rather harshly.
"Josefine" she said calmly as though nothing had happened.
"As in Josie, as in Dean's wife? So he is here!" Sam pushed her back and stepped inside the farmhouse.
"Dean! Castiel! Help!" She shouted. Sam tried to hold her to the floor to keep her calm, and safe so she didn't hurt herself. "Castiel, hear my prayer – I need you!"
A flutter of wings sounded besides them and suddenly two men stood before him – one was his long lost brother - the other a man with dark hair, and a trench coat.
"Sam – let her go"
Sam let her go out of sheer astonishment that he was there. He was wearing a dark blue suit – protocol when they were posing as Feds. Sam slowly got up and headed for his brother. He needed a hug – it had been so many years. The sound of his voice reverberated inside him and he was happy to hear it.
But Dean's stance told Sam not to come any closer. Dean moved around Sam to the girl on the floor, without saying a word and helped her up.
"Is he…?" Dean asked Josefine and carefully placed his hand on her belly.
"Yeah I think so, though my back hurts a little"
Trench-coat dude stepped towards Sam, shoved him behind Dean and Josie, and further away. It was as if he wasn't there at all and it made his stomach sink. All had eyes and Josie and not the long-lost brother Sam thought he was.
"Let me check. It is my job after all," His throaty-voice said.
Josefine laughed, "You know you aren't really his guardian angel before he is born right?" she said as she stood up with a little help from the out stretched hand Dean was offering. She stood protected between the two and shielded from Sam by Dean's back.
"He is conceived and growing within your wound so he is my responsibility." He said and placed his hand where Deans had been not even a minute ago. "Nothing is wrong – in fact he is kicking a bit."
Dean groaned. "You know Cas, you don't have to rub it in my face every chance you get." Cas, the trench coat man, smiled.
Sam thought this all was becoming a little too much so he coughed loudly to gain some attention. Dean finally looked at him.
"Babe, why don't you go and lay down" he said and Josefine went up the stairs and disappeared out of sight.
Trench-coat dude or Cas, "Dean can you handle this," his eyes shifted quickly to Sam, so that he was clear on what he meant. "I need to get back"
"Yeah Cas – it's just my brother. You just go back up there."
"Yea Cas, this is between me and my brother," Sam said.
Cas's nostrils flared, "Only my friends call me that. To you I am Castiel."
Sam stood and watched as the sound of fluttering wings sounded again and the guy disappeared. Just disappeared out of thin air, no smoke or anything.
Sam couldn't stop the word. "A demon Dean? Really?" He almost whined.
Dean took a strong stance opposite Sam. "No not a demon. He is an Angel – Castiel but I call him Cas, easier." Dean stepped around Sam, so that he could lean on the console table that stood there.
"I'll ask again. What are you doing here Sam?" Dean said in what Sam knew to be his no-bullshit tone.
"It's been years. I graduated and I wanted to see you."
"Well maybe you should just go and live your white picket fence life. You're out – so stay out"
"Dean I can help – we still need to catch the yellow-eyed..."
Dean chuckled lowly. "Dad and I took care of him months ago. May I suggest you never drink demon blood?" Dean chuckled again at some joke Sam didn't understand.
"What?" Sam shook his head; they could talk about that later. "Never mind – the thing is Dean, I'm getting married and I would really like for you to be my best man."
"I'm sorry Sam, but I can't. You left and you knew what that meant the moment you stepped out of the door. I'm not letting you back in my life, just so you can leave again next time you feel like it."
"But Dean I'm getting married, it's not just some thing, I want you there."
Dean reached behind him and grabbed a picture frame. "I got married too. Almost 3 years ago. Know who my best man was? Cas. He and I have been through hell and back again."
"So have you and I Dean" Sam reasoned.
Dean chuckled. "No, I mean literally. I died trying to safe Josie and went to hell. Cas pulled me out after 4 months here on earth."
Sam couldn't help but be fascinated by it, but also terrified for his brother. "How was it?"
"Well... Time works differently downstairs… 4 months here is 40 years in the pit – I spent 30 years of being tortured and 10 years of torturing. It was tough. It was even tougher dealing with the aftermath."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked
"Let's just say if Lucifer ever comes around asking – don't say yes." Dean said seriously. "Being possessed by an archangel hurts like a bitch." He said while rubbing his chest as though he was recalling the pain.
"Wow, a lot has happened since I left." Sam concluded.
"Sure has" Dean said with a smile on his face.