Chapter 2 - Brothers

They ended up at her place, and in her bed, and very glad of the condoms Wilson had jokingly given him before the date. He never expected to get as far as her bed, not that he was complaining. Although he hoped to actually never buy those condoms for himself because two of them slipped off and one burst. They decided to forgo them after that, they would have caught any STD by now and she was on birth control anyway. He didn't think he'd been turned on this much even when he was a teenager. Five times in one night was pretty good for a forty-one year old man with a bum leg. He was going to get teased by Wilson because he probably won't be able to walk straight but he really doesn't care. At least his friend would be there and alive to tease him.

They both woke up at five in the morning because there was a crashing noise coming from the living room, and someone softly swearing and another voice arguing quietly. Cameron rolled out of bed quickly and quietly, and pulled on her panties and the Rolling Stones t-shirt House had been wearing under his shirt last night. She stalked away as graceful and light footed as a cat and House swore lightly under his breath, pulled on his pants, took two Vicodin and limped behind her gripping his cane tight.

He got into the living room and turned on the light to find she was right about being a good fighter; one man was on the ground wincing and holding between his legs. The other, who was a big guy probably a couple inches bigger than him House is. She had his arms in a lock behind his back and amazingly used the guy's weight for leverage and threw him over her and onto the couch. What confused him most was that guy and Cameron were laughing.

"Hay, that's not fair Allie Cat! I get a kneed in the nads and thrown on the floor and Sammy gets the couch?"

"Serves you right for braking into people's apartments Dean. It was dark and I thought you were a burglar."

"He did the same thing to me in Stanford."

"At least she got me; you can even get beaten by a girl Sammy."

"It's Sam; Sammy is the name of a chubby ten year old," Sam replied annoyed, "besides that 'girl' has a black belt in judo. Oh and she beat you too."

"So I don't need to call the cops then?" House interrupted with sarcastic amusement.

"No, it's just my two idiot brothers. This is Sam." She motioned to the one on the couch. "and Dean." She pointed at the one who was now picking himself off the floor. "Although how they found me is another story."

"Turned the GPS on, on your phone."

"How did you even get my number?"

"Bobby Singer. I mean I get the fact you didn't want to be found, the whole marrying a dying guy to change you name, and not even calling your brothers in the last nine years kind of gives that away, but something's happened and we needed to make sure you are all right."

"It was to get away from Dad, not both of you. If I called Dean, you'd only tell Dad. And if I called you Sam you'd tell Dean and he'd tell Dad."

"Yea well Dad went away on a hunting trip and we've not heard from him in a while."

"Good, hope whatever he was hunting ate him."

"This is serious Allie. Sam's fiancée died in a fire, just like mom... Exactly like mom. Pastor Jim and Caleb are dead. Do you really want me to get into more right now?" Dean asked looking pointedly at House.

Cameron groaned noticing him there and knowing it was completely against his nature to let this go. Dean just handed a nice juicy puzzle piece to him. "I'm sorry about this House." She walked up and kissed him lightly.

"Who?" He quipped; he'd talked to her last night about her not calling him by his last name outside work.

She smiled. "Greg. Sorry still getting used to this. I really don't want you to go, I'd much rather get back in bed with you right now but-"

"But you need to talk to your brothers, I get it. After all you did just say you missed them during our date last night. Catch up; I'll need to go home to change for work anyway."

"Oh I've got your t-shirt."

"Looks better on you anyway," he called over his shoulder as he limped back to the bedroom.

"God Allie Cat, I really didn't need to know that," he heard who he thought was Dean say sounding disgusted as House finished buttoning up his shirt and grinned when he noticed there was now a couple buttons missing.

"That's kind of the point in pointing that out isn't it? At least by your standards he's got good taste in music."

"Don't you dare say anything that would make me need to seriously scrub my brain with bleach before I ever listen to The Rolling Stones again."

"Please, do. I've been stuck listening to them the whole way here from South Dakota," he heard the other brother say. "Dean's as bad as Dad, he don't listen to anything made since the invention of the CD player."

"Sorry Sam only got the t-shirt for ammo on that front. Still have those old cassettes of Country music somewhere from that time we switched them on him though."

"I can't believe you kept those," Dean groaned.

House finished getting dressed and made sure the used condoms were in plain sight in case her brother was in here. He loved messing with people's heads after all, and limped out. He looked to were her brothers were now sitting in the couch and said, "well guess this is the part were one of you says you'd seriously hurt me if I hurt your sister?"

"Nope," Sam replied seriously.

"She's perfectly capable of doing that herself. You really don't want to know about her first boyfriend and what she did to him," Dean finished.

"He had it coming. Besides I was a hormonal teenager then."

"Handcuffed naked to the school gate, covered in black paint and feathers, and a sign saying 'cheater' around his neck. I'm betting he's still telling that story to a therapist somewhere. Don't look at me like that, she did. Don't let her sweet innocent act fool you she's been perfecting it since she was six."

"Any more embarrassing stories you would like to tell while you're at it Dean? Because I've got a fair few about you that I'd bet even Sam don't know about."

"Really like what?" Sam asked.

"Oprah."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh, sure, it just happened to be on at the time right?"

House was actually enjoying listening to the siblings banter. It was only giving him pieces of the puzzle that showed Allison was a bigger puzzle than he ever imagined, but one he was sure he'd never get bored with. He actually grudgingly liked her twin brother Dean, but wasn't sure what to make of Sam yet because he was quieter although he didn't think he was by nature, just the twin bond between Dean and Allison is stronger making him talk more. He can tell already though the three once shared a very deep bond. One he'd seen from people that his father served with, been through hell fire and came out the other side bonded stronger together for the experience. House wondered what they been through as kids, and if he had a brother or sister that went through the abuse he did with him would they be the same? He didn't know.

"Well I guess I'd better go and let you talk. See you at work." She followed him to the door and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Love you Allison," he said quietly.

"Love you too Greg, will see you later."

"Bye Greg!" Her brothers called out and House decided it would be more trouble than it's worth to yell something sarcastic back and just said a quick 'bye' and left.

Allison Catherine Winchester-Cameron waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone, not believing her luck. She finally got him to admit his feelings for her, even got him in bed. Something was up with House because she was sure he was about to say something scathing to her but he blanked out for a moment there then did a 180 and was confessing his love to her and opening up so much she had slipped about the family business somewhat. The last thing she thought she needed was to tell him what her childhood was really like. 'Well you see Greg, after mom died in a fire when I was six, Dad decided to start hunting down and killing monsters and trained me and my brothers to do the same.' Then Sam and Dean showed up, now he's going to ask a lot of questions she'd rather not answer. She grabbed the salt from its hiding place and replaced the salt lines she had cleaned up before her date; then whirled on her brothers, "what you mean Dad's is missing? What happened you fiancée? And what happened to Pastor Jim and Caleb?"

"Dad skipped out on a job. I couldn't risk going on my own because we didn't know what happened then, he'd just disappeared, and so I went to Sanford and picked up Sam. We went to were Dad had been working soon picked up his trail, only to find that he had apparently left and left his journal behind."

"He what? He never leaves that behind, he takes it everywhere, and it's one of the few things he has left of his father."

Dean reached into his coat and pulled out the journal throwing it down on her coffee table. "Yea well this time he did. He left map reference in there for us but that turned out to just be another job. Before that I took Sammy back to Stanford. Then his fiancé was killed in a fire."

"I'm sorry Sam." Allison sat down on the couch beside Sam and put an arm around him. "It must be rough; I know what it's like to lose someone. My husband died of cancer, yea I know I married him to change my name but I married him because I loved him as well. I actually started hunting again for a while because it's a good way to take out your anger and not think. I pulled out of it and got into med school eventually though. If you need to hunt now, so be it. Just don't get lost in it and let it rule you, don't let all those years of law school go to waste because you know Dean's going to need you to get him out of jail someday."

"Hay!"

"You know it's true Dean," she teased back trying to make Sam smile.

He didn't though. "At first when I got back everything seemed fine. She'd baked cookies and left a note wishing me luck for an upcoming interview about a TA position. I went to bed and lay down, was disturbed by something dripping on my face and looked up. There she was dead with blood pooling out of her and spreading on the ceiling then Jessica burst into flames."

It took her back to Sam's nursery and her mother. "That's exactly what happened to Mom. I was there, came in with Dad, you were crying. Dean came after the fire started. Dad grabbed you out of the cradle and gave you to Dean and told us to get out as fast as we can. So the same thing that killed Mom killed Jessica. Why?"

"We think it was a warning to Dad. He's close to something, something that has that son of a bitch scared. That's why they killed Pastor Jim and Caleb. They want to know we're Dad is."

"So you came here? Why?"

"Well maybe you forgotten but we're family, and we were worried you might be next."

"I've not forgotten Dean."

"Yea well you've not called, or these days there is this nifty little thing called email you could have tried that. I know you been keeping tabs on us through Bobby."

"I wanted to," she admitted thinking of what she told House about missing her brothers.

"Then why didn't you?!"

"I was scared you wouldn't want to talk to me after everything Dad said. I was going to, and then put it off. And I kept putting it off getting more afraid as time went on. The longer you put something off because you're afraid the harder it gets because the fear has built up so much."

Dean looked uncomfortable for a moment. "We went to your graduation. Dad and me, when you graduated from Med School."

"What?!" Sam and Allison cried out in unison.

"Yea well you didn't want to talk to us so we stayed back and mingled with the crowed so you wouldn't see us. We didn't tell Sam where we were going because he wouldn't have been able to not great you and congratulate you. So I guess I could have made a better effort as well. I could have said something to you that day and never mind Dad. Congratulations by the way. Becoming a doctor, graduating second in your class, quite an achievement. Seems you and Sam got all the brains in the family."

"You should have said Dean!" Sam admonished, "Always do everything Dad says like a good little soldier!"

"Yea well if I said anything to you he wasn't going to take me, you know what he's like. And as far as doing what Dad says-"

"Alright Sam, Dean, let's not get into this right now." She had always been the peace maker in the family.

"You serious about that guy, Greg?" Sam asked suddenly.

"What? What's that got to do with anything? You going to do the protective brother thing suddenly? If you must know, yes never been more into a guy in my life. Although for the life of me I don't know why at times."

"Because you should tell him about what we do. I never told Jess and I can't help thinking she may not be dead now if I had said something."

"I can't. He'd think I was crazy. He's very much a scientific and logical thinking guy. I doubt her knowing would have helped though I think the demons mean serious business and there is only so much time you can spend behind salt and wards before needing to leave for something. If it helps, I make the coffee every morning for him and the others and I always use holy water to brew it with."

"You've spent way too much time around Bobby," Dean commented.

"Very likely, but just because I don't hunt much, don't mean I'm still not careful. Look guys it's been great seeing you, but it's already time I was on my way to work." She ignored protests and ran into her room and started to get ready. She saw the bed and smirked when she seen what House had done with the condoms and soon as she had finished dressing ripped open the rest of the useless unused condoms that House left behind on the night stand and stretched them out to appear used and left those on and around the bed as well. She made it back into the living room and called out, "Feel free to crash here guys and I'll see you when I get back from work."