I certainly don't own any of these characters or Supernatural the show. Right, let's get this thing going then. Listen to the song if you like, which I also do not own in any way shape or form.

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Jumpin Jack Flash

Sam awoke the next day to shouting. He half opened one eye. Dean was arguing with their dad again. He rolled his eyes, it was just too early for this, couldn't they at least wait till after noon to start bickering? Geez, all Dean had to do was just do what their dad wanted, was that too much to ask? Sighing he swung his feet over the side of his bed to get up. If he hurried he could at least calm his brother down before their dad got mad enough to hit him again. Sam hurried down the stairs and stopped dead when he realized what they were arguing about. He stared at his brother's face his jaw gaping.

"I don't care, this is not about free will, boy!" John shouted back "you are going to take that thing out right now! Something like this happens every time you hang out with that kid!" he shook his head in disgust.

"You think this is because of Fergus?!" Dean yelled almost poking a finger at his father "it was my idea, he didn't do anything except be my friend!"

"For some reason you always want to be friends with the worst sort!" John shook his head exasperated, "don't you realize your little brother looks up to you? Or do you even care about that? He tries to be just like you and all you do is cause trouble with that hell be damned boy of Lucifer's!" he was literally shaking he was so upset why couldn't Dean just see that , that kid would lead him on a path straight to hell. "That kid is no good, why can't you see that!".

Dean staggered back as his dad's hand impacted the left side of his face. Sam rushed forward to his brother "Dean, just take the lip ring out! That's all dad's asking you to do. Why can't you just do it?" he tried to get between them hoping his height would help create a wall.

Dean looked at the floor and then up at Sam "I never get to do what 'I' want to do, Sammy. Just for once I'm gonna do that! And I'm NOT taking my lip ring out just because YOU tell me too!" he looked around his giant of a little brother shaking his fist at his dad.

Their dad had a murderous look in his eyes, "What did you tell me boy?"

"You heard me. I said, no." Dean calmed down a little.

Sam stared stunned at him unable to process how he was talking to their dad. "Sam" John told his youngest "go to your room".

Sam's brain raced because he knew what that meant. His dad was getting ready to beat his brother again. No, he wouldn't let that happen any more. He looked at his brother with a pleading expression, "Dean, please just do what he says. You don't have to do this. You don't. Why is that thing so important. Just take it out".

John spoke up "Sam! Go to your room!" he shouted.

Sam turned around and walked back up the stairs looking back at his brother with sadness in his eyes because he knew his brother wouldn't fight back. He stopped when he was just out of sight, gazing in the direction that he'd just come.

Their dad took his belt off and wrapped the buckle end around his fist. "first of all" John said "NONE, of my kids are going to dress or act like a damned faggot!" he lashed out at his oldest boy hitting his arm with a loud pop. Dean flinched but made no sound "second, you will take that out and straighten up and be a good role model for your brother!" Dean turned away a little as the next blow hit his back.

"You mean like you were?! Be as good a role model as you were… dad?!" he screamed making Sam wince as their dad went crazy hitting his brother with his belt. Dean howled " I hate you! You abusive dickhead, look what you did to me and Sammy!" Dean never once openly cried but silent tears ran in rivers down Sam's cheeks enough for him. He knew why Dean did it. It was to keep their dad from going after him. Their dad blamed both of them for their mom's death.

"What did you just say to me?!" John stopped seemingly calm.

Sam whispered "Dad… no, please don't do it".

"You say that to me again, boy" their dad looked like he was ready to kill Dean.

Dean straightened a little more and looked his dad in the eyes in defiance and said flatly, "You are an abusive dickhead and I hate you."

John punched Dean in the gut. "Don't you talk to me like that, you little faggot boy! You think I don't hear people whisper about what you're doing with that skinny kid next door?"

"You leave Cas out of it, he didn't do anything to anybody!" Dean yelled.

"It is true then. How could you embarrass me like that to everyone at the garage?!" John had an expression that reeked of failure. That was what it was he'd failed to raise his boys to be men, well one of them at least. He pulled his fist back and popped his belt across the side of Dean's head.

Sam ran to his room terrified that their dad would kill his brother after finding out about the boy next door to them. What was going to happen to him when he discovered that his 'innocent' son was in love with Castiel's older brother. He flew into his room and out the window like he always did when he was troubled. He shimmied down the back porch post and ran toward the Shurly's house. He pounded on the door "Mr. Shurly, help!" he yelled almost as loud as he beat the door, "help, dad's gonna kill Dean!" he was in hysterics when Balthazar, home from collage at Stanford University, opened the door. "Balthazar! God, please get your dad!" he sobbed "dad's beating Dean again and this time he's gonna kill him I swear…"

"What?" he could barely understand what the kid was saying "slow down, moose".

"Dad is beating Dean because he found out about Castiel. He's gonna kill him please get your dad or my brother's gonna die!"

"Calm down, he won't kill your brother. Come inside, Cassie and Gabe are in the basement. Stay with them, I'll get dad" he motioned to the shaken boy to go downstairs with his brothers. "DAD! There's a problem next door at the Winchester's house!" he shouted and then thought 'when was there ever not a problem at the Winchester's house'. John was an obnoxious drunkard.

Sam scrambled down the basement steps. All he wanted was a safe place to be away from the fighting. He was scared to death for his brother but he didn't know what else to do. Chuck had a way of calming people down which is why he came here, that and his boyfriend was here too. He dreaded his dad finding out about him as well.

Castiel and Gabriel both jumped up, from the old sofa they'd been sitting on playing video games all morning, as the tall lanky kid ran down the stairs toward them. "Sammich, what's wrong baby?!" Gabriel said with a worried expression.

Sam launched himself into Gabriel's arms, which was a little odd since he was 8 inches shorter. Sam was bawling by this time but managed to somehow get out what was happening. Gabriel immediately regretted this whole thing he'd set up for Sam but it was too late now, all of them were stuck here for 24 hours. He sighed, they'd just have to let it play out as it did. "It'll be okay, Sammy. I won't let anything happen to you" he cooed "or your goofball brother" he'd laugh at the mental image of Dean with a lip ring if Sam wasn't so upset.

"So… your dad knows about us now," Castiel mumbled, heartbroken that his Dean was beaten for it. "Sam, is he okay? Do you know?"

"I don't know Cas, I ran to get your dad as fast as I could, but you know Dean. He won't fight back," Sam said sadly.

It was right then they all heard the Impala door open and slam shut. All three ran to the small basement window and peered out. Dean started his car and cranked the song he had playing to full blast… but it's alright now… in fact it's a gas… but it's alright… jumpin jack flash it's a gas gas gas… and he burnt the tires as he sped out of the drive and down the street.

All three looked at one another. Cas was optimistic mumbling, "Well, we know your father didn't kill him Sam". He looked at his older brother with and almost pleading expression but didn't really understand why.

Gabriel looked almost pained. "Come on, I gotta feeling I know where he's going".

Cas' eyes brightened a little as it dawned on him. Of course, he'd go to his best friend. The only one who would be able to identify with him and his situation. "Fergus..." their nephew, whom he felt sorry for also; Lucifer was even worse than John sometimes.

All three run up the stairs sounding like a herd of wild horses just as Chuck was coming back inside. He looked up and smiled at his boys and the younger Winchester. "Whoa! We are we all head to in such a hurry?" he looked at Sam and said "I convinced your dad to let you stay over here today because you were upset".

Gabriel almost rambled back at him in his usual Gabriel way, "That'sgreatdadsorrywegottagoovertoLuci'shouselikefiveminutesago"

Chuck shook his head at all that, "I'm sorry son I didn't catch all of that," he stared at Gabriel with an expression that said he wasn't entirely happy with his decision to create this whole thing. But, he firmly be lived in free will and he loved all of them as his children, so he went along with the game hoping they would all get this stuff out of their systems. His angels and the Winchester boys.

"Father, can we go to Lucifer's house to visit Fergus?" It was Castiel who spoke up this time.

Chuck sighed, "I don't want to keep you boys away from Fergus, but I don't like where Lucifer lives. That is the worst part of town, and that house needs to be condemned it's a hell hole". Oh, the irony in that.

Gabriel blinked at what their father said, "So… does that mean we can go or not?"

"Not by yourselves no," since his son had set it up this way he was going to treat them as if they were still kids even though none of them had been in ages. He narrowed his eyes a little at him.

"Oh come on, dad!" Gabriel whined giving Chuck a cheeky smile, "Well need to go see Fergus! Cassie has a car, he can drive so you don't have too."

"Okay son, you guys can go if Balthazar will take you" he said walking away with a smile.

Gabriel gave an over dramatized teenager sigh, "Fine," he rolled his eyes, "I'll go ask". He may as well play it up also. They ran through the house looking for their older brother and found him reading an old book of Shakespeare that looked as if Shakespeare had probably hand written it.

Cas is the one that interrupted his reading because well, everyone loved Cas and Balthazar wouldn't be angry if it were he who asked… maybe. "Balthazar, would you have time to take us to Lucifer's house to see Fergus, please?" he asked timidly.

Balthazar lowered his book and gazed at them. "Why? You know how to drive and have a car, Cassie," he said wait for a reason he should stop what he was doing.

"Yeah, but dad won't let him," Gabriel answered.

"And I should care why?" he asked as if they should already understand the answer.

"Balthazar, please, that's probably where my brother ran off to. I wanna… I have to know if he's alright but… nobody else can take us," Sam asked with pleading eyes.

Well damn, Balthazar laid the book down, how could he resist a request like that from such a beautiful boy, "Oh Sammy, if you weren't already spoken for," he smiled softly at him, "Alright, I will take the lot of you over there but I'm not staying," he scowled, "I have no wish to see Lucifer".

They all sighed in relief and then it dawned on Gabriel what his brother had said, "Hey! I heard that…"

Balthazar cut him off, "Take it as no more than a compliment, Gabe, and leave it at that," his brother got up with a sigh.

For some strange reason the only song on the radio all the way over to Lucifer's house was Jumpin Jack Flash by The Rolling Stones, yet no one seemed to find it odd. Gabriel rolled his eyes, he liked the stones but this was Dean's angsty ass fixated on the song. After it seemed they had to listen to it 20 times or more they finally got there and Balthazar let them out.

"Gabe behave yourself, dad doesn't need to deal with Lucifer's crap tonight, right," he smiled sympathetically at them.

"Yes, Balthy, I promise I will cause as much trouble as possible," Gabriel chuckled.

"Gabriel I mean it! Dad doesn't need the crap right now," he scolded.

"We promise we won't cause any trouble, Balthazar, thank you for bringing us over here," Sam said giving Gabriel a slightly annoyed look.

"Call dad if you need a ride home Cassie, and I'll come pick you up," he smiled.

"Will do," Cas waved.

As he left Balthazar shouted, "Have fun".

They waved to him as he left and turned toward the house when he was gone. All of them frowned, they felt dread just looking at Fergus's house. It was a dump. There was no air conditioning in it and it was always hot inside. They didn't know how Fergus could stand it. They looked around outside and found the old beat up pickup truck Lucifer drove was gone. The Impala wasn't there either. "Shit…" Sam muttered. The same thought was echoed by the other two.

"Hello boys," Fergus said as he silently walked up behind them, "What can I do you for?"

All of them, even Gabriel, nearly jumped out for their skin, surprised by his sudden voice and appearance.

"Fergus!" Castiel shouted, " I wish you'd stop doing that all the time," he sounded irritated.

"What and miss the chance to watch you three jump?" he smiled, "not a chance".

Sam noticed he looked as if he had a busted lip. 'Dad probably called Lucifer and complained to him about the so called trouble he and Dean caused' he thought. Only it looked like Lucifer wasn't as hard on Fergus this time.

Fergus noticed what they were looking at and turned a little in response, "So, to what do I owe the honor of your visit, chickies,". He eyed them stopping with Sam, "Where is your brother, Moose?"

"It's a long story that I'm guessing by the looks of it you know at least a little about," Sam answered.

Fergus looked at him, "I tried to tell him your dad wasn't going to like what he was doing, but you know Dean, all headstrong and defiant with your dad,".

Sam nodded in agreement as they walked to the garage where Fergus stayed, finding the house too stuffy for his tastes. Though, for some reason, what Fergus said didn't really feel 100% right either.