Summary: AU. The Novaks find a new family has moved in on their block, and discover that they seem to be complete strangers to kindness. But the two youngest Novaks find that the kids in the family need kindness more than anyone. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Isabelle Winchester.

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-Two: The Winchesters-

Dean sat by his sister and hung his head, taking her hand in his own which made her look at him for a moment. She saw his face was a deep shade of crimson, and that his eyes were looking a little teary. She hated to see her brother get upset, and she bit her lip, gasping as he looked up at her with a tear rolling down his cheek.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, Isabelle's brow furrowing with confusion in response.

"What for?" She asked, Dean closing his eyes and looking away from her, "Dean...? What are you sorry for?"

"For making us have to move here..." He whispered, "For causing all this..."

"D-Dean?" Isabelle said softly, on the verge of tears, "God, please, Dean, you can't blame yourself for this!"

"It's all my fault..." He breathed, "If I weren't gay then..."

"Stop it." Isabelle snapped, "Stop that right now! It's not your fault, none of it. If it's anyone's fault it's the sick, prejudice kids back at Lawrence High, okay?"

Dean just closed his eyes and Isabelle pulled him close to her, holding onto him and pressing a kiss to his temple. Even a big brother needed protecting sometimes. Dean was only six minutes older than Isabelle, yet he acted as though he was perhaps a year or two older. He was always there to protect her, and always willing to do whatever it took to keep her safe. That was what big brother's did, right? But at the moment, Dean just needed a little love and protection, and Isabelle, as always was more than happy to give it.

"You wanna head inside?" She asked, "Mom's almost finished making lunch."

Dean nodded and held Isabelle's hand, the two of them heading inside the house.

The oldest Novak waited patiently outside the new family's house, smiling as the mother opened the door, her baby in her arms.

"Hi," Michael said softly, seeing the mother bit her lip and grimace a little out of what he assumed was worry, "I'm Michael Novak...I live with my family just down the street."

"Hi." She replied.

"We saw you move in this morning, and I just thought I'd come and say hi on the behalf of the others, since they're either lazing about, on Facebook or working their backsides off like my twin brother." Michael said, the woman smiling in response.

"I'm Mary Winchester." She replied, kissing her baby's head before shaking Michael's hand, "This is Adam..."

The baby blinked slowly and sniffled, Mary stepping back a little.

"You wanna come in for a coffee?" She asked, Michael smiling softly.

"Are you sure, you seem really busy..." He said, gesturing to the boxes left in the hallway and looking as one of the boys came forward, going to lift one.

"Oh, Sam, not that one, baby." She said, "It's too heavy for you...full of books..."

Sam just nodded and smiled at Michael who smiled back, Mary beckoning him forward.

"This is Michael Novak, honey." She said softly, "Michael, this is Sam..."

"Hi, Sam." Michael said with a smile, Sam smiling back shyly.

"Hi." He said quietly, lifting up a box with some of his clothes in and heading up the stairs, a little shakily, Michael thought.

"Poor baby..." She breathed, "He's got a deficiency in his muscles...he can't lift things that are too heavy or carry heavy loads for too long."

"Oh...gotta be pretty tough for him then." Michael replied, Mary nodding sadly.

"He can't even carry Adam. He's gotta sit with him on his lap," She said softly, "The kids at the other school made fun of him because he couldn't play sports for too long, or carry a lot in his school bag."

"Damn..." Michael breathed, looking to the mother who was on the verge of tears, clearly tired, "Um, look, if you ever need anything then we're just two houses down on the other side of the road, okay? You can't miss us, we've got a huge SUV in the driveway."

Mary looked and saw the big red car, smiling and nodding in response.

"Thank you." She said quietly, thinking of something to ask, "Oh, Michael? Your family...how many kids are there in senior year? Only, my two oldest are starting school on Monday, and I just...I worry...especially for Dean..."

Michael was a bit taken back by that, but he smiled softly.

"There's our cousin Anna, she's thirteen, Jimmy and Castiel are seventeen, and Gabriel's nineteen." He replied, "He does the school run for us. Oh, and there's my twin brother, Lucifer too."

"Um..."

Mary bit her lip, wondering if what she was about to ask was a good idea. Dean and Isabelle would benefit from having friends in class, as Sam would. She sighed and rubbed Adam's back as he hiccupped and whimpered, clearly quite tired.

"Would you like to come for coffee tomorrow?" She asked, "Bring your family? You're the only neighbours who've been kind enough to come and see us so far..."

Michael nodded and smiled, thinking for a moment.

"Of course, that would be wonderful." He said with a dazzling smile, "Thank you."

"Thank you for coming to see us." Mary replied, "I'm sorry, I'd better get this little one to sleep. He's not been very well recently."

"Alright. See you tomorrow, Mary." Michael said softly, "What time?"

"Um...any time in the afternoon." She replied, "Bye, Michael."

"Bye, Mary."

That night after dinner, Jimmy wandered to his bedroom, turning on the light and sitting at the desk space he had to just finish off his history homework. He looked towards the Winchester house, feeling pretty nervous about meeting the daughter the next afternoon. He bit his lip, going to his closet and looking for something decent to wear. He wanted to impress her since he thought she was drop dead gorgeous. But what if she was a total bitch? What if she didn't like him and liked someone else?

"What are you thinking about?"

Jimmy turned to see Castiel standing in the doorway, arms folded as he smiled.

"Oh, wait, don't tell me." He said, sitting on the bed, "You're thinking about that girl, right?"

Jimmy flushed and shook his head.

"M'not."

"You are, because I can't stop thinking about her twin brother." Castiel said, "I'm your twin, Jimmy, I know everything about you."

Jimmy sighed and sat by his brother, remembering the times before Castiel came out to the family (at the dinner table, I should add). He remembered when Castiel would curl up in bed with him and cry through fear of the family kicking him out. Jimmy had always known. Like Castiel had said, they were twins. They knew everything about each other. He remembered the amount of times Castiel had been cradled in his arms, just laying there trembling and sobbing like his world would crash around him. And Jimmy being the loving older brother he was (well...older by four minutes), just promised him that everything would be okay, and that the family would love him no matter what happened.

"It's okay, y'know..." Castiel said, "She's a beautiful girl."

He chuckled bitterly and hung his head.

"At least you have a chance with her. I don't have a chance with her brother." He whispered, "He's too hot to be gay."

"No, he's too hot to be straight." Jimmy replied, sighing and getting back up to look in the closet, "You're good with fashion sense...what should I wear tomorrow?"

"Jimmy..." Castiel said, his brother looking back at him as he cupped his face, "Just. Be. You."

With that, he smiled, Jimmy looking a little happier than before. He left the room, sighing and going to his own room to mope about another boy he had the hots for, but could never have.

The sound of Adam's crying woke the Winchester house, and Mary trudged tiredly into the nursery, knowing that it was unlikely he'd settle in here. Lifting her baby from the crib, she bounced him lightly in her arms, considering sleeping on the floor by the crib so he knew she was here. But he had to get used to his room and sleeping in it on his own, so she was a bit unsure of what to do.

"Mom?"

She turned to see Isabelle standing in the doorway, looking at her mother with a grimace. She hated to see her mother looking so tired and she stepped forward.

"I can take this, if you want..." She whispered, Mary sighing in response.

"Go to bed, honey...you need your sleep." She replied, Isabelle shaking her head.

"Mom, you're exhausted. Go to bed and I'll stay here, okay?"

Mary didn't have the energy to argue so she just nodded, passing Adam to Isabelle and kissing her head softly, pressing a kiss to Adam's cheek.

"Goodnight, my loves." She whispered, "Thank you, Izzy."

Isabelle smiled and Mary left, heading back to her room while she closed the nursery door, rocking Adam in her arms. She began to sing to him, the baby hiccupping and drifting off to sleep slowly in her embrace. She smiled with relief, pressing a kiss to his head and lay him in the crib, tucking him back in and rubbing his belly as he stirred.

"Goodnight, baby brother." She whispered, locking the crib quietly before setting off his mobile which rested above his head.

Leaving the room, she headed into her room, shocked to find Dean sitting on the bed.

"Honey?" She whispered, "What's the matter?"

She turned on her bedside lamp and looked to her brother, seeing him bite his lip before that shameful flush came again.

"I...I never told you..." He whispered, Isabelle instantly concerned, "We're making a new start...and I wanna be completely honest with you all..."

"At two-fifteen in the morning?" Isabelle asked, Dean nodding sadly in response.

"When...when it started...back at Lawrence High..." Dean said quietly, "Y'know...the threats...the cold words..."

"Yeah?" Isabelle replied, worried sick for her brother.

At school, Dean always put on an 'I don't give a fuck what you think' attitude, but behind closed doors, Dean was hurting beyond understanding, and he was afraid. He was afraid of the fact that he was gay, and thought that everything that happened to the family was because of him. Because he was gay, Dean thought that the family's bad luck was a punishment for it.

"I...It became so difficult to shut it out." He breathed, Isabelle shocked that her brother was opening up to her.

They had the closest bond out of the family, and Dean knew he could go to Isabelle for everything. That instinct that twins had about each other was how Isabelle knew Dean was gay. She'd always known, and she'd always supported him, since of course it wasn't her place to tell anyone else or to tell him that it was wrong. She didn't think it was wrong that Dean was gay at all. It was only like being attracted to women but with different packaging.

"Dean?"

Pulling back his wrist bands that he always wore, Isabelle saw a series of faint scars, gasping at the sight.

"I never cut too deeply...just enough for it to hurt..." He whispered, Isabelle breaking into tears as she looked at her brother.

She knew he'd been hurting but she didn't know he'd been self harming.

"I...I stopped about two weeks ago..."

The remains of one cut were still there, the cut covered by a thin scab which made Isabelle feel sick to her stomach. She didn't know what else to do other than to pull Dean into her arms and cry against him. She hiccupped and sobbed, trying to keep quiet so as not to disturb their parents, Sam or Adam. She rubbed his back and ran her fingers through the back of his hair, crying herself out until she fell asleep in his embrace.

Dean sighed and kept hold of her, going to lay her in bed before she gripped him tighter.

"Don't go."

Dean stayed all night.

-TBC-

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