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Sam is 10, Dean is 15

OMG, I got an OVERWHELMING response from the first chapter! I serious didn't expect his story to be so much of a hit!

Just a few things I need to address. No. 1: I'm not going to be update this story this frequently. I just had to get another chapter out before I work on my other stories. On average, I'll probably have one update per week. Maybe two if I'm lucky. No. 2: I had some people complaining about the boy's situation and why they were just being abused like such and how unrealistic it is. I'm just going to say, there's a reason. It's not just by chance or anything like that. There's a reason everybody doesn't like them.

Okay... now that that's taken care of...

Enjoy chapter two!


They were driving home, John and Mary sitting in the front of the old Chevy Impala while the brothers were curled together in the back. According to them and the social worker, they have no belongings of their own. Even the clothes they wear were donated from GoodWill.

Mary's eyes constantly flipped the the rear view mirror, watching the boys carefully. She spent this time to study them a little. She didn't really get a chance to before, and she was curious.

Sam's body was still a little spasmodic, and dried tears covered his face. His eyes were fearful, staring at nothing. Dean was curled around his brother, his body rigid and his eyes always glued up front. When ever Mary looked back, he was there, staring right back at her.

They were both good looking children. Sam was thin and had a delicate face. His hair was longish and chocolate brown colored. Dean was obviously growing into his final adult image, a chiseled jaw and sculpted face starting to form. He was certainly going to be one with the ladies.

And their eyes... They were simply stunning. Sam's were pale green-blue while Dean's were bright green.

Mary's eyes wavered and found themselves staring at Dean's hands. She didn't know how she missed it before, but she did. Both of his hands were covered in burn scars. And they seemed to go up his arm a bit. They looked to be about a year or two old. Mary's stomach wrenched as she imagined how Dean could have possibly received those.

"Alright..." John said as he pulled into the driveway. "We're home."

Dean's eyes shifted from the couple to the house. "Nice house," he mumbled.

John and Mary got out of the car and Mary opened the back door for the boys. Dean kept a watchful eye on the Winchesters the entire time as he and Sam maneuvered out of the car without once letting even six inches of space get between them.

As Mary and John led them to their front door, Sam's trembling increased exponentially as Dean suspicion began to rise.

Once they were inside, Mary and John told the brothers to sit on the couch while they sat on chairs opposite them.

"As you may have already heard," John started, "We're considering adopting you. We're going to take care of you for a year and if the state and we agree... we'll adopt you."

Sam looked up at his brother with a confused look, which Dean returned.

"Because of your situation," John continued, "We've decided to home school you. We'll be hiring tutors to help you through your courses."

"Separately?" Dean asked.

"Together... if that's what you'd like. We won't be starting this until you guys get settled, though. We gonna take it easy at first. Let you get a lay for the land, so to speak. Unfortunately, we were only expecting to get one kid, so you'll have to share a room and mattress for now..."

"That'll be fine," Dean said.

They all sat in silence for a few moments before Mary sighed. "So, is there anything you boys want to tell us?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know... what you like to do, where you like to hang out..." She looked down at Sam. "What about you, sweetie? Do you wanna say something?"

Sam just looked at her with wide, fearful eyes. Dean held Sam impossibly closer, glaring at Mary. Mary sat back, a little hurt at their reaction.

"We don't like to do anything," Dean said. "We don't like to hang out anywhere."

John sighed. "Okay. We'll show you to your room, then we'll call you down when dinner's ready."

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Sam and Dean were curled in the corner of the bed against the wall. Sam was slowly falling asleep in his brothers arms as Dean's mind was working furiously. More than anything he just wanted to get out of this stifling house and run as fast as he could. But he couldn't, because Sam wouldn't be able to keep up, and CPS would surely be sent after them again.

So what, they should just stay there? Try and live a normal life? Yeah, right. That's not even humanly possible for them, even if they tried. They're freaks, and they knew it. It was only a matter of time before the Winchesters knew it as well.

Dean shook his head and curled in further on himself. He just didn't know what to do. Their options seemed to be to stay, or go back to the system. Neither of which Dean wanted. More than anything, he just wanted to take care of Sam on his own. Just get his own job, own home, and they could alone, in peace. But he was only fifteen. He could probably get a job, but the chance of them getting their own place to stay and still avoid CPS was close to none. And he didn't want Sam growing up on the streets.

There was a loud knock on the door, causing the brothers to jump and stiffen.

"Boys?" Mary's voice said. "Can I come in?"

Dean nodded. "I-I guess."

Mary slowly opened the door and came in. She didn't notice Sam and Dean's flinch as the door clicked shut behind her.

"I'm going to start dinner soon. Do you have any preferences?"

Dean frowned. "You're asking us what we should eat?"

"Yes."

Dean looked at his brother then back at Mary. "Food would be nice..."

Mary chuckled at that, but quickly stopped when she realized he was totally serious. "Oh... I see. Any kind of food in particular."

Dean shook his head. "Not really."

Mary looked down at Sam. "Anything you want, sweetie?"

Sam looked up at his brother fearfully, his fists trying to get a better grip on Dean's shirt.

"No," Dean said. "Anything you want is fine."

Mary nodded sadly. "Alright, then..." She opened the door and was about to leave.

Dean frowned. "Wait."

Mary turned around and smiled hopefully. "Yes?"

Dean swallowed hard. He looked down at Sam, who looked back with fearful eyes. Then, Dean slowly started to uncurl himself from Sam. Sam curled into a ball on the bed and started to rock himself as Dean stood and faced Mary. Mary could see Dean shaking and knew he was scared of something.

He held out one of his burn-covered hands and said, "Weweren'tproperlyintroducedbefore."

Mary looked at the shaking hand in surprise. She slowly took it in hers, gently encasing the large, scarred hand with her fingers. Dean flinched at the contact, but his shaking started to decrease the longer they were in contact. "My name's Mary," she said.

Dean smiled and shook her hand. "I'm Dean."

Mary smiled in turn. "It's good to meet you, Dean." She gave Dean's hand another shake before she let go. "I should go make dinner now."

"R-right..." Dean said.

Mary smiled and quickly exited the room, closing the door behind her.

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Mary leaned against the wall of the hallway, staring at her hand in amazement. She really didn't expect that from him. He seemed so timid and hesitant, but then their hands met, and a new trust seemed to form in his eyes.

She rubbed her hand against the other. The smooth and rigid scarring of Dean's hand still imprinted on hers, and made her wonder even more how he got them.

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Dean sat back down next to his brother, starring at his hand. He blinked when Sam placed a hand in his. Dean wrapped his fingers around the small appendage and smiled. "Maybe we can make this work out."

Sam smiled sadly before bowing his head.

"Hey..." Dean cupped Sam's head in his hands and forced him to look up at him. "If it doesn't work for one of us, it doesn't work for either of us."

Tears filled Sam's eyes as he leaned into his brother's chest and softly sobbed. He gripped Dean's shirt like a lifeline as he started to shake.

"It's okay, Sammy..." Dean gently rubbed Sam's back as he held him close. "I'm not gonna leave you... or let you go. We're in this together, no matter the outcome."

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John smiled as he set the table. Mary was practically dancing as she made dinner. The interaction that occurred between her and Dean made it seem as though she could fly.

Seeing her when Sam opens up should be interesting, John thought amused.

"John?" Mary said.

"Hmm?"

"Dinner's almost ready. Do you wanna get the boys?"

"I better," he said. "You've been hogging all the time with them."

"Shut up," she said with a smile.

John finished setting out the silverware and headed up the stairs. He was more wary than his wife, knowing they'd probably be more fearful of him because he was a man. Unfortunately, it seemed to be that most abusers were male. Although there were plenty of females ones, chances are, Sam and Dean were abused mostly by men.

He knocked on the door and said, "Dinner's ready, boys."

"O-okay..."

John opened the door, but stayed in the hallway. Sam stood by Dean's side, practically glued to it. Dean had an arm around his brother's shoulders, watching John closely.

John smiled and indicated the stairs with his hand. "Ready?"

Dean nodded and they slowly walked forward, trying to stay as far away from the man as possible. John tried to appear non-threatening as they passed.

When they got to the dining room, bowls of salad and spaghetti were already set. Mary was standing over the table and smiling. "Ready to eat?"

Sam and Dean sat opposite the couple, their chairs scooted together, and constantly in contact. They barely ate anything, only the occasional nibble, which seemed to occur when they thought John and Mary weren't looking.

Mary tried not to stare at them as time went on, but she couldn't help to at least observe them. They're interaction was extraordinary. They seemed to know exactly what the other was thinking. If Sam was thirsty, Dean would reach forward and bring the glass closer him so he could reach it. Sam also seemed to do no more or less than what Dean did. If Dean ate a bit of spaghetti, Sam would also eat a bit of spaghetti. If picked up his fork and set it somewhere else, he would do the same.

"Dean," John said.

Dean's head snapped up. "Yes?"

"Why don't you put that knife back on the table."

Dean stiffened. Mary frowned until she noticed the butter knife was missing. She looked over at Dean and saw him gripping it tightly in his hand. "Dean, sweetie..." she said. "Put the knife back."

Dean glared up at her and John. "Why?"

"Because we told you to," John said.

"And because we don't want you to hurt yourself," Mary added.

Dean started to shake. He brought the knife up and looked at it for a moment. Then he snarled as he brought his arm up and slammed it into the table.

Mary gasped and jumped up in shock. John remained stoic where he sat. Dean was still gripping the handle of the knife, as if he was scared to let it go. Sam leaned forward and tentatively grasped Dean's arm. Dean's shaking reduced and he slowly let go of the knife. He looked up at the Winchesters, as if daring them to say something, to do something.

"I think you should go to your room," John said.

Dean looked at John is disbelief. "Why?"

John looked calmly at Dean in the eye. "Because I think you need to calm down."

"Or because you need to figure out how to fucking control me!" Dean spat.

John frowned. "Why did you do that with the knife?"

Dean looked at the knife in confusion. Then back at John. He huffed as he grabbed Sam's head and left the dining room.

"Dean -- " Mary started.

"Leave it, Mary."

"What on earth was that about, John!? Why did he do that with the knife?! Why did just storm out like that after -- ?!"

"He's trying to figure us out," John said.

Mary frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You see it in the marines a lot. He's trying to figure out how much power we have and how exactly we'll use it." John sat back in his chair and sighed. "He's trying to figure out how safe he is."


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