Black Widow or Black Demon?

A new Supernatural Story

Disclaimer: Nope not mine, sigh just my own weird and evil imagination.

Another Wee!Chester story, Sam is four and Dean is eight.

Chapter Three: And Step-Mommy Makes Four

Sammy and Dean sat at the breakfast table in silence, both barely touching their lucky charms, John sat on a stool at the bench sipping his coffee, unable to look at either boy without wanting to breakdown. He caught a glimpse of the bruise on Dean's arm when he was dressing and the guilt threatened to overwhelm him. He was doing it again, unable to control his temper and he hurt his son.

'Hurry up boys I have to get you to school and Sammy to day-care.'

'We're ready Sir.' Dean said picking up the unfinished cereal bowls and placed them on the sink, 'come on Sammy help me get your bag ready.'

'Sammee don' wanna go.' Sammy pouted, 'Sammee wanna stay wif Deanie.'

'Sorry little dude but you gotta go to Miss Janice's an I gotta go to school.' Dean said crouching down to meet Sam's sad gaze. 'Won't be for long an' then we can play armies.'

'Promise?'

'Pinkie swear.' Dean grinned crooking his little finger around Sam's.

'Pinkie swear.' Sammy mimicked his brother perfectly.

'You guys ready?' John interrupted their banter as he picked up the car keys and his jacket.

'Yes Sir.' Dean said taking Sam's hand in his he led his brother out to the car and strapped him into the booster seat, before scrambling in beside him, their father stood back and watched the boys when he saw Dean favour his bruised arm he visibly winced and hurried to climb in behind the wheel. The short drive to the day-care centre was silent and tense, the boys unsure how to act around their father, and their father unsure of how to apologise and to make up for hurting them yet again.

'Morning John.' Janice Shaw greeted the single father as he walked up the ramp carrying Sammy with Dean trailing behind.

'Morning Janice,' John said forcing a pleasant smile for the young woman, the gentleness of Sammy's carer was the first thing that John found comforting when he met Janice Shaw for the first time. The former kindergarten teacher set up a child minding centre in her own home after she lost her only child to cancer, now she cares for twelve children with the help of two others. The children ranged in age from six months to five. The young widow always had a smile and soft brown eyes that twinkled when she was around her children.

Janice held her hands out to Sammy who went to her instantly a dimpled grin her reward, 'Hi Miss Jan'ce.' He lisped giving her a hug, 'can I play wif Allie?'

'Yes sure Sammy she's already here.' Janice set the small boy down and watched as he gave his brother a big hug and kiss and then turned to his father and gave him a big hug before he took off with a wave calling out to his best friend Allie.

'How are you doing Dean?' She turned to Sam's older brother, he had already managed to endear himself to her completely with his serious attitude and sparkling jade green eyes.

'Fine thanks Miss Janice, doin' just fine.' He greeted her with a small grin, 'thanks for looking after Sammy.'

'My pleasure Dean, so John what time would you like to pick Sammy up this afternoon?'

'I'll pick Dean up at two thirty and then come and get Sammy.' John said as he glanced at his watch, 'come on dude or we're gonna be late.'

'Have a good day both of you.' Janice called after the father and son as they headed back to their car. She watched John carefully admiring his build and sigh those eyes and dimples. She could see just how handsome the two boys were going to be when they grew up by looking at their dad. She shook her head and went in to join her children, while her assistant Kelly fixed the fruit for the morning tea.

John walked Dean to his classroom, the silence had descended over the two as soon as they got back into the impala and headed towards Dean's school. Now standing outside the room John hesitated and crouched down in front of his eldest. 'Dean ... listen son what happened yesterday I am so sorry, and I promise it won't happen again.'

'Then how come you won't listen to Sammy when you promised?' Dean said not willing to let his father off the hook just yet.

'I dunno what happened, but I know it won't happen again sport okay?'

'Kay dad.' Dean nodded fidgeting with his backpack. 'So you gonna pick us up?'

'Yep, I have some research to do at the library and then I'll come and get you first and then Sammy.'

'Kay dad.'

'We might go out for an early dinner and movie tonight how's that?'

'Sure dad that'll be great.' Dean smiled and gave his dad a quick kiss on the cheek before he strutted into the classroom like he owned it.

S-------D

John pulled up outside the house and went to get his research papers already done to work on even further at the library. Pausing briefly for a cup of coffee he went through his notes on the next hunt before stuffing them into a satchel and headed out the door.

'Hey John.' Sally called as she sauntered down the footpath. 'You going out?'

'Ah yeah gotta do some work.' John mumbled, a blush staining his weathered cheeks, 'look Sally about last night.'

'Perfectly fine, are the boys alright?'

'Yeah, yeah they're fine.' John scowled at the woman, something felt so wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it, 'ah sorry I have to cut this short but I really do have to get going.'

'Mind if I get a ride into town with you?' Sally flashed him a bright toothy smile, 'I have so many jobs to do and my car won't start.'

'Sure, jump in.' John said although he immediately regretted it, as he slid in behind the wheel he glanced sideways at his passenger, his eyes roving over the sculptured leg to where the hem of her short, short skirt started, to her low cut top and perfectly made up face and styled hair. 'You're looking all ... dressed up.'

'Why thank you John, it was just so hot today I couldn't bare wearing anything else.' Sally said as she twisted slightly to face him, 'thank you again for the ride.' Reaching across the bench seat, she ran a finger down his cheek and then tangled it in the ends of his hair. 'Do you have time for a coffee before you start work?'

'Huh?' John blinked and then swerved to right the car as it started to veer to the shoulder of the bend, 'yeah a coffee would be good.'

'So where are you off to?'

'Gotta go and do some research in the library.' John admitted tonelessly, 'pretty important.'

'Oh okay, well I don't want to distract you.' Sally pouted prettily and ran her hand down his thigh.

'No, no you're no distraction believe me.'

S--------D

Sammy snuggled against Janice and sniffed back his tears, all of the other children had gone home with their mommies and daddies but his hadn't come to pick him up and he wasn't answering any phone calls.

'Sh it's alright Sammy, I'm sure your daddy will be here very soon.' Janice tried to comfort the distraught toddler.

'Wan' Deanie.' Sammy mumbled and pressed his face harder against her side. 'Sammee wan' Deanie.'

The sound of soft footfalls on the ramp had Sammy snapping his head up in expectation, Janice picked him up and went to see who it was. She opened the door to discover a pale-faced, sweaty and panting Dean. 'Oh Dean sweety are you alright?'

'Yeah sorry Ma'am I got here as soon as I could.'

'Deanie.' Sammy squealed and twisted out of his carer's arms and launched himself at his brother, 'Sammee scared.'

'Sh hey runt it's okay, I'm here now.' Dean soothed his brother, 'sorry Miss Janice I dunno what happened to dad.'

'That's okay Dean, how about I drive you guys home and see if we can find your dad?' Janice said picking up her bag and car keys, 'I'm sure he'll have a good reason, maybe your car broke down.'

'Hey no disrespectin' ya Miss Janice but the impala don' breakdown.' Dean declared with a serious look on his face.

'Okay, and there's no disrespect there Dean.' Janice chuckled, 'so how about we get going?'

Janice drove the boys slowly back to their house all of the time looking for any signs of the big black classic car. As they pulled into the driveway, she caught the looks of disappointment on the small faces and her heart melted. 'I'm sorry guys it looks like he's not here, do you want to come back to my place and wait?'

'Nah it's okay, it's gettin' late and Sammy needs his bath and stuff we'll be okay dad's prob'ly on his way now.'

'Dean I don't want to leave you alone, how about I come in and help you bath Sammy?'

'Ew no, no Miss Jan'ce you girl.' Sammy screwed his nose up and shuddered, 'Sammee don' wan' girls.'

'Okay so how about I fix something for you guys to eat while you have your baths?'

'Hmm okay I guess.' Dean said unsure of how his father would react when he got home but then his dad did ditch them again.

Pulling out his key threaded on a leather thong from under his shirt Dean glanced around before he slid it into the lock and carefully stepped over the salt line, 'don't smudge the salt.'

'Salt?' Janice looked down at the small boys with a confused stare.

'Yeah, ah it helps keep ants out.' Dean shrugged and led the way back to the kitchen dumping their backpacks by the bottom of the stairs on his way. 'If you want you can make yourself a coffee or whatever.'

'Thanks Dean.' Janice ruffled the boy's hair affectionately, 'what are you having for your dinners tonight?'

'Umm I think that there's hot dogs and stuff.' Dean blushed and went to the fridge, embarrassed at the affection shown by Janice.

'Deanie gotta go.' Sammy's plaintive wail made both Janice and Dean giggle breaking the awkward silence. 'Sammee gotta go now.'

'Coming Sammy, thanks Miss Janice.' Dean smiled and then ran to help his brother.

Janice watched the boys as they inhaled their food with amusement, the bond between them was amazing, although her worry about their absentee father blurred any happiness.

'Dean is there anyone you know who you could ring to find out about your dad?' She finally asked trying to sound casual.

'Huh? I guess there's uncle Bobby, or Pastor Jim but they's not near here.' Dean said, 'we'll be fine Miss I'm sure Dad'll be here soon.'

'Perhaps ...' before Janice could finish her line of thought the telltale sounds of the impala roared up near the house.

'That's dad.' Dean grinned weakly at the woman, 'thanks for stayin' with us.'

'My pleasure Dean, Sammy are you alright?'

'Yeah Sammee okkies.' Sammy nodded but kept his stare fixed on his food a sad look on his face.

'He's prob'ly tired.' Dean reassured the woman, 'been a long day.'

'Boys you home?' John's loud voice echoed through the small house, 'Dean? Sammy?'

'In the kitchen dad.' Dean answered.

'I'm sorry guys ...' John started and then stopped when he saw Janice Shaw sitting with the boys at the table. 'Miss Shaw?'

'I brought the boys home and thought it would be best to stay with them until you got home.' Janice rose and picked up her bag and keys, 'now you are I'll be going.'

'Don' go Miss.' Sammy cried jumping up he wrapped his arms around her legs, 'Sammee wan' Miss.'

'Aw Sammy I'll see you on Friday okay?' Janice said bending down to look at him, 'how about you go and play with Dean?'

'Kay.' Sammy pouted and hurried after his brother completely ignoring his father.

'Look Miss Shaw I appreciate you looking after Dean and Sammy.' John started, 'I got caught up and wasn't near a phone ...'

'That's fine John, I'm just glad to see you home safe, and please it's Janice.' She broke in on his panicked ramble, 'I'll see you on Friday.'

'Friday?'

'Sam's next scheduled day at the centre, are you alright John you look a little piqued.'

'I'm fine, it's just been a long day.'

'Okay well say goodnight to the boys for me and I'll see you Friday.'

'Thanks again Miss ... I mean Janice.' John shook her hand and guided her to the front door, watching as she carefully stepped over the salt line.

'Dean told me that it stops ants.' Janice said glancing at his curious look, 'think I might try it myself.'

After Janice left John sat down on the bottom step and held his aching head in his hands, he had no recollection of the afternoon, actually for most of the day. He remembered dropping the boys off, coming home to get the paperwork, giving Sally a ride into town and that was it.

'Dad you okay?' Dean asked, putting a comforting hand on his father's shoulder, 'you don' look so hot.'

'Yeah dude I'm fine, just got a headache.'

'Again?' Dean frowned and put his hand on his father's forehead, 'maybe you comin' down with something?'

'Nah I'm tough.' John gave Dean a watery smile, 'where's your brother?'

'He wanted to go to bed.' Dean said evasively, not wanting to upset his dad again, 'he had a long day.'

'Yeah guess we all did dude.' John squeezed Dean's shoulder and then picked his son up, 'let's get you to bed too.'

'Sammy wants me to sleep in his room again.' Dean said softly waiting for his father to explode.

'Huh? Oh okay just for tonight then.' John said as he put his son in with his already sleeping baby boy, 'I am sorry about today Dean, promise it won't happen again.'

'Miss Janice is nice dad.' Dean yawned, 'she made us hot dogs.'

'That's good son, now you get some sleep too.' John brushed a kiss on Dean's forehead and then gave Sammy a gentle one on his cheek, 'sweet dreams guys, love you.'

S-------D

John sat staring at his half-finished glass of whiskey, his head felt like it was going to explode, that and the lethargy started to get to him, maybe he was coming down with something.

'What's wrong sweetheart?' a female voice came from behind him, spinning around John stared up at Sally dressed in a floor-length black nightgown and matching robe, the sheer fabric clinging to all of the right places.

'Sally what?'

'John darling what's wrong? Are you alright?'

'What are you doing here?'

'Why John it's our wedding night ... how could you forget?' She pouted as she slipped down onto the sofa and draped herself over the soft cushions, 'remember lover we got married this afternoon?'

'M-married?' John blinked and winced as the pain spiked behind his eyes again.

S-------D

Dean and Sam stared sullenly at the intruder in their all-male household as they sat at the table for breakfast, 'where's dad?' Dean demanded refusing to break his staring match with her.

'Having a shower, we wanted to tell you two together.' Sally said as she placed two bowls of cereal in front of the youngsters.

'Tell us what?'

'You guys are up early.' John said as he strode into the kitchen and went straight to Sally giving her a kiss.

'What's going on Dad?' Dean asked his level gaze flickering between the two adults, his dad was acting seriously weird now.

'Boys I'd like you to meet your new mother.' John beamed wrapping an arm around Sally's waist.

'New what?' Dean yelled jumping off his chair he sent it flying, 'dad what are you on?'

'That's enough Dean, now I want you to respect Sally, she's your new mother ... we got married yesterday.'

'So while Sammy and me were waiting all afternoon for you, you got married?' Dean demanded suddenly sounding more like an adult than an eight year old.

'Watch your tone son.' John growled.

'We don't want another mother.' Dean yelled angrily not wanting to hear what his father had to say.

'I said enough Dean now you apologise right this instant.' John grabbed his eldest son and shook him hard.

'Daddy!' Sammee screamed his eyes wide with fear as he watched Dean bounce helplessly in his father's strong grip. 'Daddy don' hurt Deanie. Sammee scared.'

'Sammy?' John blinked and carelessly dropped Dean onto the floor, immediately Sammy ran to his brother's side and refused to look at his father. 'Sammy Dean's fine.'

'No ... you hur' Deanie.' Sammy cried, 'you meanie.'

'Sammy that's enough sassing, get up Dean.' John ordered trying to take back control of the out-of-control situation. 'Both of you say sorry to Sally.'

'No.' Dean ground out as he stood up and pushed Sammy behind him, 'she is not our mother.'

John's hand connected with Dean's face before anyone could register what was happening, the strike leaving a red hand-shaped mark on his pale cheek, choking back a sob Dean grabbed his brother's hand and ran upstairs refusing to respond to his father's futile apology. It was happening all over again.

'Sammee scared Deanie.' The three year old sobbed as he looked at the bruise forming on his big brother's cheek, 'Deanie got owie.'

'It's gonna be okay Sammy, we'll work it out.' Dean hugged his brother close as they hid in Sammy's closet, hot tears ran down the eight year old's face as he comforted himself and his baby brother.

'Boys?' John's remorse filled voice filled the confined area of the closet but they remained silent both too scared to answer him. 'Dean? Sammy? I – I didn't mean ... oh God Dean I am so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you.' John wept standing in the centre of the room he gazed around trying to work out where they were. 'I don't know what happened downstairs but I promise I will never hurt you guys again.'

The closet door opened and Dean slowly stepped out into the room keeping Sammy firmly behind him, 'why dad?'

'I-I don't know Dean, I don't know why I ... oh God son.' John broke down when he saw the bruise on his son's face, the bruise he put there. 'I never wanted to hurt you again.'

'You did dad.' Dean shifted his feet and stared around the room, 'where's Sally?'

'She's gone back to her place for now.'

'Why did you marry her dad? You just met her.' Dean asked once again looking and sounding older than his tender years.

'I can't explain it Dean, I would if I could but I can't.'

'What if we go way from here?' Dean asked hope filling his eyes, 'we can pack the car and go see uncle Bobby.'

'What are you talking about Dean? Why would we want to leave?'

'Coz we don' like her dad.' Dean said, then he flinched as he watched the look on his father's face changed.

'Dean Winchester I will not have you sass me or your step-mother, now when she gets back I want you to show her respect.'

'What name did you use dad? I just wanna know if she's Murphy or Winchester?' Dean asked defiantly.

'Murphy of course.' John said and then stopped himself, his eyes widening as the realisation hit him.

'Did you tell her about the family business?'

'Dean you are an eight year old kid you don't ask those kind of questions.' John growled.

'Why?' Dean jutted his jaw out, almost daring his father to strike him again, John lifted his fist but stopped himself before he struck out again instead he turned on his heels and left the room, slammed the door and locked it behind him. Effectively trapping his sons once again in the room.

'Sammee don' like Daddee.' Sammy wailed from behind Dean's shaking form, 'Deanie I wanna go to Uncee Bobby.'

'So do I kiddo.' Dean wrapped his arm around Sammy's shoulders and hugged him tightly, he tried to fight back his tears but they fell heavily with no signs of stopping. 'Guess we're here for today.'

'Play wif Sammee?' Sammy looked up and gave Dean a tremulous smile showing his dimples, 'army?'

'Kay squirt.' Dean sniffed as he scrubbed at his nose with the back of his hands, 'let's get the bad guy lady.'

S-------D

Sally giggled and clapped her hands happily, it was working out better than she could ever hope. John would provide enough feed for quite a while and although she was tempted to snack on the offspring, she preferred to play with her prey first.

Dressing in a black sheath dress, she carefully applied her make up and styled her hair, 'Mrs John Murphy,' she sighed, 'or should I say Mrs John Winchester, hunters are so predictable.' Humming she finished dressing and then packed a bag to take to the Murphy house, she needed to keep the pretence up for just a while longer, weave her web tighter around her prey and then she could reap the rewards.

As she sat on the edge of her bed, Sally allowed herself to daydream, her mind wandered back to yesterday when she worked John into a frenzied state. The rest was easy, the marriage, fake legal documents, adoption papers for the two boys, it worked so beautifully. Her poisonous touch to bare skin was all it took to entice John, then a quick bite on his neck injecting enough venom to make him pliable and then she fed from him just enough to make him forget his offspring until they returned home.

Addicted to his strength and innate powers she revelled in the feeding, almost taking too much at one stage rendering him unconscious for a few minutes. Flicking her hair behind her ear Sally stood up, adjusted her figure hugging dress, slipped on her black pumps and then picked up her small overnight bag she sashayed out of her bedroom and towards her new family. In her mind, she was already rehearsing her talk at the funerals for her two young step-children and comforting words for John their grieved father.

Letting herself in through the back door, Sally put the special bottle of milk into the fridge, left her bag by the stairs and went in search of her new husband.

TBC