Help! This story was supposed to have been one chapter-now look how it's grown! It took on a life of its own-needs to be exorcised! (giggle!) I had fun writing it, I hope you have fun reading it.

Happy belated Birthday, Ginnylove 9990, my Little Sister!

AU-Sam is thirteen, Dean is seventeen. Have fun!

As usual-I don't own any of the characters used, neither King of The Hill or Supernatural. They belong to Fox and Eric Kripke respectively.

Hank Hill Meets His Match

Chapter One

The four high school buddies stood in the alley drinking their beers when a truck followed by a '67 Chevy Impala pulled up to the empty house next to Khan's. Mr. McGregor had been dead for a year and he had left his house to a group of people he called Hunters. In his will, he stipulated that the utilities be left on and the house always ready for anyone who needed a place to stay. Reverend Stroop made sure that all the will's stipulations were met by coming out at least twice a month to clean and stock the kitchen and bathrooms. She would also show up whenever the house was occupied to talk to the rough-looking men who sometimes stayed there.

As Hank, Boomhauer, Bill and Dale watched, a middle-aged man got out of the truck and two boys left the Impala. The one boy was in his late teens and, to Hank's eye, looked like football material while the smaller boy was about Bobby's age and very slight, a Mathlete probably. Hank's nose wrinkled at that. His sensibilities were further offended when he noticed the man had a few days growth on his face and the three of them were dressed in jeans and flannel shirts. Hank watched as the boys went to the trunk of the Impala and pulled out four duffles while the man pulled a couple from the truck then the three of them went into the house.

"Huh," was all he said.

"He's from the Government!" Dale exclaimed.

"If he's from the Government, why the boys?" Hank asked pragmatically.

"Midgets…they're midgets hired by the Government to throw us off!" Dale's voice went up an octave.

"I don't know, Dale. That little one sure looks young to me," Bill drawled.

"The Government wants you to believe that so they gave him plastic surgery," Dale declared.

Boomhauer looked at the Impala with lust in his eyes and mumbled, "Great (mumble) car, man. (Mumble)'67 (mumble) beautiful."

"Yeah, it is a beaut," Hank agreed. He could understand Boomhauer after many years of practice. "We should get a 'Welcome to the Neighborhood' basket together. Show them how friendly we are in Arlen."

Boomhauer was happy about getting to check out the car and said, "(Mumble) bring the oil, man"

"I'll spray their lawn for free," Dale offered. "It'll get me the chance to see what they know," he added.

Hank just rolled his eyes, "I'll have Peggy bake up some Apple Brown Peggy. Maybe talk to Min and Khan about getting together and having a barbeque for our new neighbors. Luanne and Lucky may want to babysit for the youngest boy. All we can do is offer, I tell you what."

The quartet drank some more beer while Bill offered to give the new neighbors free haircuts, especially the youngest since didn't you see how long his hair was? Hank, who usually shot Bill's ideas down, liked that one but said that he would give the father the name of his barber instead. They were finishing up their beers when John Redcorn, or JR to his very special friends, drove up to the new neighbors' house and got out of his jeep. Hank, who had a suspicion that he was there to see Nancy, was very surprised to see John walk up to the house and knock on the door. The father of the family opened the door and gave John a silver flask. Hank watched the father watch John drink out of the flask then, when he was finished drinking, the father clasped John's offered hand and led the Native American into the house. "Huh," was all he said.

John Redcorn looked out of the window at the four men drinking in the alley. Grinning, he turned back to his uncle's old Marine buddy, John Winchester. "Johnny, how are you three doing?" JR asked politely.

Winchester responded with equal politeness, "Been good. Boys were driving me crazy with their prank war a while ago but, since nothing happened as bad as the Nair incident, I figured we all got off lucky. It was funny to see Dean wake up with makeup on. Never did figure out how Sammy put that on his brother without waking him up!"

JR laughed. He remembered some of the things the older Winchester boy came up with and decided that he would have to talk to Sam about some pranks to pull on his brother. He figured that it was just good training, anyway. "Not that I'm not glad to see you but what brings the Winchesters out my way?" he asked easily.

John grinned at the man's curiosity. It was nice to meet someone in a town who not only knew them but knew what they did. "There were a few things I needed to check out. Possible haunting in McManarbury, demon sign in Austin, Trickster sighting at Texas A&M. You know, the usual. I thought I could have Sammy stay put for a while, maybe get some schooling done in one school for a while. I really hate pulling him out of his classes but, with our job, what can you do?"

JR knew it was a rhetorical question so he didn't answer. Instead, he offered, "When you are out of town, I can stop by and check on the boys for you. You may want to get one of your buddies to stay with them since you have some very nosy neighbors."

"Yeah, talked to Bobby already and he's on his way down. Caleb is in the area too so that shouldn't be a problem. Do you know of any jobs for Dean? He's a great mechanic in his own right and he's going to have to be the bread winner for a while," John asked.

"The Jiffy Lube probably needs someone but there is a small garage a couple of miles from Sam's school that is run by a friend of mine. I can put in a good word for Dean if you want," JR said.

"Thanks, man. That'll take a load off our minds. Any places where we can get in shooting practice?" John asked.

JR grimaced and said, "The Arlen Gun Club is your best bet unless you want to come out to my place. Nine Rivers has a range but you have to be a member and I think LaGrunta Inn may have a range but I couldn't tell you for certain. Dale Gribble, unfortunately, is the president of the Arlen Gun Club and he charges two dollars per day, from what Hank told me. He may try to get more out of you so if he tries, tell him I told you about the fee."

John nodded his thanks. He wanted as much information as possible since it would help keep his children alive and safe. JR knew what John was feeling, hells most of the Community knew of John's obsession with keeping his sons safe so he started giving a report on the neighbors, "Dale Gribble is a paranoid person whose wife I had a fourteen year relationship with. He's not the most observant person when it comes to Nancy but he does have a way of noticing things then putting his own special twist on it. I bet he believes that you are some kind of Government spy or an alien, both are his favorite bad guys. He has an alias by the name of Rusty Shackleford which is the actual name of another person who had been in elementary school with Dale before the guy moved. His wife, Nancy, works for channel 84 as an anchorwoman. She used to be the weathergirl but was upgraded to another spot. Nancy had my son, Joseph, but since Dale never figured it out, he now raises him. Joseph is a terrific kid but a bit confused. He's going through puberty and his hormones have hit him hard, always using Dale as a tackle dummy. Not a bully, though and has been known to be a bit skittish. For all his muscle and growth, he's still basically just a kid.

"Bill Dautrieve is an Army sergeant. He works as a barber on base and is a manic depressive ever since his wife, Lenore, left him years ago. The saying misery loves company was made especially for Bill since he likes to make everyone else miserable just to feel better. No kids and, from what I understand, except for a cousin he is the last of his family line.

"Boomhauer is a car enthusiast who loves women. He chases then beds them before going onto his next conquest. Smart man but it can be very hard to understand him. He has a big heart when it comes to his friends and family.

"Hank Hill, block captain and assistant manager of Strickland Propane is married to Peggy Hill nee Platter. He likes to push his opinions onto others as well as propane and propane accessories. He has OCD tendencies and a way of looking at things that, if you don't agree with them or if you are different, he is not a nice person to be around. His wife Peggy thinks she is a genius though she has never taken an IQ test in her life. Not a legitimate one at least. She's a substitute teacher for the school system, specializing in Spanish which is laughable since she really can't speak the language. Their son, Bobby, is a terrific kid who just wants to be loved for who he is not what his father and mother want him to be. Their niece Luanne is married to a man named Lucky and has one daughter she named Grace. She's religious so you may want to pretend you're not here when she comes calling and has hand puppets with her.

"Khan Supanusenpon is Laotian and bipolar. He believes that his daughter Connie is better than anyone else. He and his wife, Min, have been trying to brown-nose their way into Nine Rivers Country Club for a while and it really grates on him that the only reason they now have a junior membership is that Min is on the skeet shooting team. Connie is smart and musical but I always had the feeling that she just wants to be something more than what her parents want her to be. Most kids are like that, I guess.

"Hank's father is something else, Colonel Cotton Hill. He went to Japan to apologize to the emperor and while there, he found he had an illegitimate son from a romance in WWII. He's also married to a woman named DeeDee who used to go to school with Hank and has another child named GH or Good Hank. He's an irritant to Hank but a hero to Dale, Bill and Boomhauer. Smart and observant, he spent time in Europe before being transferred to the Pacific theater where he lost parts of his lower legs. Now he has a chip on his shoulder the size of a red wood. Always talking about the fifty men he killed.

"The last person, besides me and Reverend Stroop, which you may meet, is Buck Strickland. Man's had many affairs on his wife and at least on illegitimate son that I know of. Guy likes his ladies and was almost divorced because of his affair with his office assistant. He owns all of Strickland propane and Sugarfoots which is a local restaurant," JR finished his report and saw that John was amused by all the things he had to say about the neighbors. "If you are going to enroll your son into school, you'll need to see Principal Moss on Monday. I checked for you since you said that Sam was a certified genius and there are AP classes for him to take. Connie is in them so he'll be in her classes."

"Thanks JR," John's deep voice rumbled. "I really appreciate all your troubles and efforts to help make this a bit easier on the boys and me. We'll be very careful with the neighbors."

"One more thing, you may want to put the Impala in the garage and lock it since it's not unknown for your neighbors, and I mean Bill, Dale and Boomhauer, to do something dumb like take it out for a drive one day. I heard that Dean has the same kind of obsession that you had with the car," JR joked.

John smirked then said, "He's worse."

KOTHSPNKOTHSPN

Dean walked out of Tom Landry Middle School where he had been registering his baby brother for classes. For Sam's sake, he was glad that the small, A-rated school had AP classes and soccer if and when Sam wanted to join but Dean had a feeling that this time, his brother would have no interest in soccer. The team was coached by a man who just didn't have the drive to help the kids win a game. The football team was something that Dean was sure his brother wouldn't join since he was very small for his age. Then he went to register at the high school and was immediately asked to join their football team. He didn't since he knew he could accidently hurt someone, being trained in many of the arts of survival, thanks to his dad. Of course, the coach and principal were a bit put out but Dean really didn't care. Honestly, he didn't like football or any sports, didn't see the point in chasing a ball around to score goals when there were more important things to do. Besides, being on a team like that was a commitment that he didn't want to make since he already had a few already that would clash. Sammy, the Impala, family (their dad was at the top of that sub-list), Sammy, the hunt and Sammy were his top priorities that he didn't want to take time away from.

From there, he went to see John Redcorn's friend at the garage. Tim White Eagle listened to Dean as he spoke about his skills under the hood then put him to test with a '71 Chevelle that needed a tune-up. Dean was quick and very thorough, getting the car done in a very short time. Tim was very impressed then tested Dean on his knowledge and diagnostic skills on a '75 Lincoln which had been dying every time the car was brought to a stop. Dean correctly diagnosed the problem and Tim offered him a part time job that paid under the table. The young man was to work half days during the week and a full day on Saturday. This left Dean time to pick his brother up from school and bring him back to the shop until he was done for the day.

His last stop was the Mega-lo Mart for food, clothing, and silver necklaces to be melted down for bullets. Dean was ecstatic when he found large bags of rock salt and a cheap coffee pot. He was also thrilled to find a couple of books for his baby brother along with school supplies for the two of them. When he was done, he went back to their home for the time being. Sam, who had been recovering from an injury he had received during a werewolf hunt, came out when Dean got home to help his brother carry in the bags but John, who had followed Sam out of the house, and Dean both told him to go and watch t.v. while they brought everything in. Neither man wanted Sam to hurt himself by pulling the stitches his father had meticulously put in. Sam didn't like the fact he was helpless but Dean just gave him a hug and told his brother that he could help put some of the items away.

It was while the older Winchesters were putting the groceries away that Hank, Peggy and Bobby rang their doorbell. Sam didn't want to disturb his brother and father so he answered the door. He wasn't afraid to let anyone in since, while Dean was out, he and his dad had put up the sigils, salt lines and devil's traps around the house.

Sam opened the door and sized up the trio standing there. Hank was in his forties, paunchy and out of shape, easy to take. Peggy was also in her forties, not so out of shape but still easy to take. Bobby was definitely out of shape, pop up target. Sam felt ashamed that he had judged the people in front of him and his cheeks turned pink as he said, "Hi, can I help you?"

Hank took the initiative, "Hello there little fellow (Sam stopped feeling guilty and started to feel a bit angry). Is your daddy at home?"

Sam didn't invite the trio in but just turned his head and yelled, "DAD! There's someone at the door for you!" He winced as the yell had pulled his stitches. John hurried out of the kitchen to see what Sam was yelling about with Dean following closely after.

Hank and Peggy were shocked at the lack of hospitality. It was the first time someone didn't automatically invite them in. John, seeing their shock, swiftly went to the door and, gently putting his hand on Sam's shoulder, guided the young boy into his brother's waiting arms. "Sorry about that. Sammy isn't used to visitors coming to our door without a phone call or some kind of warning. You'll have to forgive him," John said placatingly. "He's been very shy all his life."

Sam scowled while his brother shook with silent laughter. Sam, shy? Usually that wasn't how that either Winchester or their small circle of friends would ever describe Sam but John had had the distinct displeasure of talking to a couple of Sam's teachers who had described the boy as unusually quiet and not comfortable around others. One teacher had even said that she thought Sam was actually afraid of other people, especially women. When John thought about it, he knew she was probably right, especially when it came to adult females since Sam hadn't been around a woman full-time since Mary was killed. Before he turned five, Sam's whole world was mostly masculine and now John regretted it even though he had told himself that he was just protecting his precious baby. Dean, on the other hand, had gone the opposite way in keeping women at a very safe distance by bedding then leaving them with a smile on their faces. John was worried that neither of his beautiful boys would ever have a meaningful relationship with a girl or even another guy.

"That is okay," Peggy piped up. "You just need to get him out of the house and with others. That is how you get over shyness." John grimaced and tried not to punch her in the face. He never did like it when people told him how to raise his sons.

Hank stepped up and offered his hand, "Hello, I'm Hank Hill, block captain and assistant manager of Strickland Propane. We'd like to welcome you to the neighborhood and invite the three of you to a barbeque in your honor."

John took the proffered hand and said, "Thanks. I'm John Winchester. My older son is Dean and that shy one is Sammy. We'd be happy to accept your invitation." His back was turned on his boys so he didn't see their mouths drop in shock.

"Christo," Sam murmured under his breath. Dean watched his father closely for any flinches, telltale signs that John was possessed.

John rolled his eyes as he heard Sam's whisper then, turning back to the Hills, he said, "My brothers are going to be here later today…"

"That's okay, the more the merrier," Hank interrupted. He looked at Bobby who had nudged him and introduced, "This is Bobby, my son. He's thirteen and goes to Tom Landry Middle School. He can show your son, Sam, around if you want. He'll keep anyone away who may want to bully him."

John could literally feel the hostility roll off of Dean as he said, "Thanks. Dean usually keeps Sammy safe but when he's at school, it'd be nice for someone to be looking out for him." Now, John could feel Sam's eyes roll.

"Heh, heh, heh. Sure when they're not in class. How old is Sam anyway, nine, ten?" Hank asked.

This time it was Dean who answered, "He's thirteen, he's just small for his age but he's wiry and strong."

"Interesting, I am a substitute teacher for the school district. Maybe I will see you in class with Bobby," Peggy gushed. "I usually teach Spanish but I also teach other subjects as well. Sam, what is your favorite subject?"

Dean grinned as he heard Sam's answer. John just groaned, "Latin."

"Latin?" Peggy asked dubiously.

"Immo, placet mihi Latine. Me quoque dicunt Itali, Galli, Hispani et Germanicus aliis quoque linguis mortuos. (Yes, I like Latin. I can also speak Italian, French, Spanish and German as well as some other dead languages)," Sam said with perfect pronunciation.

"You need to work on your pronunciation, dear. It was very good, though," Peggy backpedaled to save face.

"One of my brothers, who is a Pastor, taught Sam and Dean both how to speak Latin, both liturgical and conversational," John offered. He knew that Sam was dead on but didn't want to offend their new neighbor so soon after moving in. He also knew that Sam was getting very angry if he resorted to that kind of stunt and John just hoped that Dean would be able to keep their youngest calm.

Dean put his arm around his baby and said, "Sammy also likes soccer, history, math, geography and mythology. Always gets As in his classes." He spoke like the proud parent he was.

John might have been Sam's father but Dean was his dad, having raised the little boy since he was six months old. John sometimes regretted the decision to let his four year old take over parental duties that he himself should have taken on after Mary's death but he had been too heartbroken at the time. Dean stepped up to the plate and became the baby's father, mother, brother and whole world. Now, John had to clear everything he wanted to do with Sam through Dean but he was happy that Sam was growing up in a two parent home, even if one of the parents was only four years older than he was and the other wasn't around very much.

For the first time in his life, Bobby Hill watched as the Winchesters stunned his parents silent. He took the advantage and, looking at Sam, "Do you like video games?"

Sam looked up at Dean who nodded then back to Bobby, "Yeah. Don't get much chance to play them."

"Well, I can go get some of my hand held games and bring them over for you to play if that's all right," the last part of the sentence was aimed at Dean. Bobby was quicker than his parents and had realized who to ask in the Winchester household when it came to Sam.

"Sure, maybe tomorrow since we are still unpacking," Dean responded uncompromisingly.

"Could I bring Connie and Joseph over?" Bobby asked. "They are my best friends. I've known Joseph all my life and Connie is actually my ex-girlfriend."

John smiled then and agreed before talking to Dean about it, "Sure, that'd be fine." Now both of his sons muttered "Christo" beneath their breaths. John just turned to look and them. He stuck his tongue out at them and grinned. It wasn't often that he could shock his kids and he reveled in every moment he did. He knew that, if he had been out of the house at the same time that Dean had been gone, Sam would be cutting him with a silver knife just to check to see if he was a shifter.

Hank grinned weakly then remembered his invitation, "Well, if it's good for you, we can have that barbeque later today. Let you meet the neighbors."

John once again made his sons wonder by replying, "Sounds good. What time do you want us over at your place?"

"Five sound good to you? Gives me a chance to get everything ready," Hank asked. John nodded his agreement. After a couple more minutes of small talk, the Hills left with Bobby excited about his new friend and his parents puzzled.

After the door closed, Dean looked at his father and asked, "What the fuck?"

tbc

A/N-sorry about the absence but I had a problem with writer's block. This has been fun to write and I hope you like it. next chapter will be published in a couple of days.