Green eyes stared deep into his father's brown. For a second. But he was determined to do this.
He started walking away.
"Dean?"
The big brother in him obeyed the call of his younger one. It was almost like a reflex.
But he didn't change his mind when he saw fear in the eyes and faces of his only family.
"You are my father and brother-" the pause was a blow to all three" But I'm done with looking after this family"
He made a steep back, Sam flinched. Dean ignored it.
"I need to start fresh"
He started to turn away.
"Without you two"
And slowly but determined he walked into the light. Into world he knew nothing abot.
BOSTON
3 YEARS LATER
Dean Winchester hated one thing above all others.
It was the most difficult, the most painful job that was ever invented.
Doing the groceries.
It was simply the most ego killing, boring job on the face of the planet.
And yet no matter how much he fought over with Samantha over it...he always lost.
Not that it was hard to lose.
Samantha was a woman...which meant she had a certain power over a cretin area.
And since Dean was a man it was easy to see why he was always at loss.
Why does he hate it so much?
Because once a month he is sent on the most difficult hunt of all.
Tampon search.
It was easier to kill any demon, he would prefer to stare at the face of Death ( Reaper ) than to do this. Every damn month.
With aloe vera, small, round, black, blue, smelly, large...
He stared at the shelf's with a mix of fear, hatred and above all...lack of knowledge.
"What the fuck is all this?"
Sensing someone besides him he glanced. A older man - around 40 - was staring at the shelf's with the same look. It made him look
The man turned to him, and the two shared a nervous smile.
"Wife"
Dean turned back to the 'product'.
"Girlfriend"
The man grabbed 6 kinds, shoved them in the shopping cart and on his passing by patted Dean on the back.
"Get used to it kiddo"
Dean only laughed nervously, grabbed 10 kinds and prayed to God that one of them is the right...perfect one.
Or there will be hell to pay once he gets home.
The doors behind him weren't even closed when Samantha came to him, kissing him on the lips, grabbing the damn paper bag and vanishing upstairs.
Dean sighted and adjusting the rest of the four bags in his hands he moved to the kitchen.
Passing by the table he glared at the catalogues on the it.
"Samantha we said no more changes!"
No answer, his glare switched to the hole on the wall connecting the living room with the kitchen.
"A peace of cake my -"
Sensing someone behind he turned sharply dropping into defense position...only to relax and smile.
"Mary"
The blond little girl reached for him in all her child innocence.
Innocence he didn't even remember ever having.
"Daddy"