I am so so sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have been very busy of late. I will be updating this story at least a chapter a day if not more. Thank you for your patience and understanding.
Dean was woken up by the doorbell.
"Sammmmm dooorrrr" He groaned.
The door bell kept ringing though.
"Ughhhhh bitch" Dean groaned to Sam who was alseep next to him on the couch.
"Jerk." Sam replied. Still not making an attempt to get the door.
Dean got up off the couch and headed for the door.
He must have fallen asleep in his clothes last night while watching western movies because he was fully dressed.
He opened the door and was shocked to find a red head. Wearing a very formal looking skirt and suit jacket and a black brief case tight in her hand.
" Mr. Winchester?" she asked looking bored.
"Uh...yea that's me." Dean replied unsure.
Who was this chick?
"My name is Anna Milton, I'm with Jim's office he talked to your brother on the phone. He couldn't make it today so I'm here to read you and your brother's fathers will." She said smiling.
Dean sat there dumbly with the door half way open.
"Can I come in?" She asked looking serious again.
"Oh! Yea, yea of course." He stepped out of the way and let her pass.
She walked through the door with her head held high like she owned the place.
Sure she was hot, but Dean didn't know what to think.
"So, um...What came up that Jim couldn't make it?" Dean asked curiously.
Anna laughed at that.
"He um, had a case, one of his clients screwed up on something, and he had to run over on short notice to fix it."
She placed the brief case on the kitchen table and began to unlock the small locks on the side by pressing in the four digit combo.
"Is your brother home?" She asked casually as she unlocked her breif case.
"Um, yea he's still sleeping, we didn't expect you to come this early." Dean said feeling embarassed now.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't call, I forgot since Jim called me on short notice alsbunches in the middle of a meeting..."
"No it's no problem, hold on I'll go wake him up." Dean laughed nervously.
He made his way back to the living room where his giant of a brother enjoyed his slumber.
Geez, why was he so damn nervous of this chick? No, no that wasn't it. He wasn't nervous of the chick, he was nervous of what the chick would tell him. What his father wrote down on the office of paper called a Will.
His father and him did not part on a happy note.
Dean didn't know what to expect, money, the mansion, or there was always nothing.
Thats what scarred Dean the most. Not knowing what to expect.
"Sam wake up a chick with Dads Will is here." Dean said as he shook Sam awake.
"Whaaa...Dean stop...joking...ZZZZzzzzz..."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Sam seriously, her names Anna Milton, ring any bells?" Dean smirked.
Sam jumped up immediately.
"What? Anna Milton from Jim's office?" Sam asked suddenly wide awake and serious.
Dean nodded.
"Sam jumped up, he was still dressed from last night to, and ran a hand through his hair and followed Dean into the kitchen.
Anna looked up from her papers when they entered.
"Hello Sam, It's nice to finally meet you." She smiled sweetly at him.
Sam smiled back and shook her hand.
"Anna, Jim has said a lot of great things about you, says you keep him on his feet at the the office." Sam smiled.
Anna blushed and gave a small smile.
"Just doing my job, cleaning up that old mans messes." She laughed.
Sam smiled.
These two must have talked on the phone or something Dean thought since they were so comfortable together. Either that or it was a law thing.
My finance Jessica, should be around in about half a hour to help us sort through the stuff.
Anna looked surprised.
"So I take it that means you are planning on selling the mansion?" She asked curiously.
"Yes"
"No"
Sam and Dean replied at the same time.
Sam looked wide eyed at Dean who just returned his gaze coolly.
"You didn't tell me Jess was coming over to help pack stuff up, and you didn't tell me about your little plan on selling the house." Dean said confused.
"Mansion." Sam corrected.
"Whatever, the point is we can't sell this place Sammy. This was our child hood home, Dad wouldn't want us to sell it." Dean tried to reason.
Sam have a curt nod. "Yea, I hate seeing the old place go, but unfortunately as you know Dad was in a lot of dept when he died, even though he was famous, and the only way to pay it off is to sell the old place." Sam told Dean obviously getting irritated.
"You just wanna keep it cause it has a garage out back with a bunch of fancy appliances." Sam sighed.
Damn Sam and his knowledge. Thats exactly why Dean wanted to keep it. It had the sweetest garage a man could dream of, it put Bobby's garage to shame.
"So therefore yes we are planning to sell the house." Sam finished telling Anna.
Anna gave a small nod.
"Ok then." She took the Will out of the brief case and Dean froze. Suddenly he couldn't breath.
He took out his inhaler, which he always checked was in his pocket every minutes (It was a habit what could he say) and took a breath.
Anna started reading the Will with fast efficiently.
I, John Eric Winchester...
Deans ears went a little fuzzy after thatspit sounded like his father was writing to an English scholar. And some of the words were just not in Deans vocabulary.
Somewhere in the will it mentioned the mansion would have to be sold off because of the dept he was in, Sam would be in charge of selling everything, and that there was no money left to give his sons because it all went to the hungry tax collectors and dept collectors exc...exc...
Deans name wasn't mentioned once. Not once. Until...
"And therefore my last and final possession, My beloved Castiel goes to my eldest son Dean Winchester." Anna stopped talking and put the Will back in the brief case.
Dean just stood in shock. What was a Castiel?
The only thing his father left him and he didn't even know what it was.
Sam also looked shocked, but he looked like he knew what the hell that meant, other like Dean who didn't.
"Um...What's a Castiel?" Dean asked confused.
Anna and Sam looked at him like he was the dumbest person alive.