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Summary: The Ives; a nice, suburban, Christian family. Dinner parties and church events are their specialty. They love to foster children- its what Jesus would do, right? Sam and Dean are taken by CPS and placed with this 'generous' family. What mischief will ensue?
A/N: Thank you for all the reviews:) Sorry for the wait, I was supposed to be reading Tooth and Nail and The Tempest over winter break, but school's tomorrow and I haven't started them so I figure what's the point now?
I'll shut up now.
Chapter 2:
Sam and Dean were now sitting in the large over decorated living room Mrs. Ives had led them to.
Both boys had reluctantly come into the house after fifteen minutes of trying to run away, yelling, and many threats from Dean. Ms. Martin had convinced them to enter the house by saying how much more trouble they were causing for everyone especially their Dad. They finally succumbed when she said their Dad would not be allowed to speak with them at all if they didn't cooperate.
Thus, they were seated in the very churchy decorated living room Mrs. Ives had led them to.
Sam was sitting on the end of the couch farthest away from the rest of the house which currently occupied Mrs. Ives and her daughter, Amber. Dean was sitting next to Sam attempting to block him from anyone else's view.
Veronica walked into the living room where Sam and Dean sat. She set the tray of food she had cooked earlier- cookies, rice krispie treats, brownies and little sandwiches- on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Veronica sat on the love seat across from the boys and smiled fondly at the two of them. She watched the two expectantly, waiting for them to try some of her food. When they didn't make a reach for it, she frowned. "Aren't you boys hungry?"
Dean glared at her. "Why would we be? Our dad always makes sure we have food, if you're implying he doesn't, which I'm sure you are," he said.
Veronica was taken back by this boy's attitude. She turned to the younger boy and smiled. "Sam, are you hungry?" Veronica frowned slightly when the boy shook his head. Veronica sighed and said, "Well, you'll have to wait for dinner at around six then. That's when you'll get to meet Harvey, my husband." Veronica stood up. "If you'll come with me, I'll show you to your room."
"We're fine right here, thanks," Dean said.
"Oh I'm sorry, did that come out like you had a choice? I'll make it more understandable; move it, now," Veronica said with fake sweetness. These boys were really getting on her nerves, and she had a feeling it would take a while for the boys to understand how her household works.
Dean and Sam looked at each other. Dean figured it would probably be best to somewhat behave until their Dad came to get them back, so he nodded at Sam and they followed her out of the room.
Walking through the house, Sam saw plenty of Jesus figurines and pictures. In the hallway their were countless picture frames, some with Amber and some with who Sam assumed to be Mrs. Ives son. Their were photos of them in front of a large white church, some photos were of choirs and plays. The frame that seemed to be in the center of it all, was a frame that held a typed version of the Lords Prayer.
Mrs. Ives stopped in front of a room towards the end of the hall and opened the door. "Here it is!" she said cheerfully.
Looking in the room Sam saw a set of bunk beds, a desk, and a toy box. Seriously? Sam thought. There were posters on the wall, one said; "What would Jesus do?" and had a picture of the man that was supposed to be Jesus. There was another large printout of the Lord's Prayer. There was the Serenity Prayer, or that's what Sam assumed it was due to the large letters that said "the Serenity Prayer."
On both of the beds there were stuffed animals; on the top there was a large boat that must have been Noah's Arc, two giraffes, and a big lion. On the bottom there was a large tie-dye teddy bear that had a cross over it's stomach, and a blue teddy bear that was much the same sitting next to it.
Sam looked up at Dean and saw the look on his face. It said; Wtf?
"Now I don't want you boys to spend to much time in here, but until you get more comfortable in my home it will be fine. Tonight I will come get you when Harvey is here and it is time for dinner. Of course, you are welcome to look around, or come with me in the kitchen while I start to prepare dinner. It's a roast, so it will take a while to cook," Mrs. Ives said hopefully.
Dean shook his head and said, "No, we'll be fine in here."
"Well you boys aren't going to become recluses on my watch, so you'd better get used to me soon enough," she replied and with that she exited the room, quietly closing the door.
"This is gonna be a long night, Sammy," Dean mumbled.
* * *
John Winchester turned the key on the door to his motel room.
He thought it was odd that Sam or Dean hadn't gotten to the door when they heard or saw his truck, or when they heard him jiggling the door handle.
He entered the room and decided he didn't like the eerie quiet radiating from the walls. He was supposed to hear "Dad, your back!" or "What took you so long Dad? Did you get it?"
Not the silence he heard.
"Boys?" he asked. Maybe they were playing a trick on him. They did that to each other, maybe they decided they'd give their old man a scare for once.
He looked at his watch. 11:54. Huh. They weren't even home from school yet.
John decided he would go get his boys from school, they could hit the road early. He remembered Dean saying what an annoying school this one was.
John smiled when he imagined his boys faces when they would find out their dad came to get them early.
He closed and locked the motel room door and walked back outside to the Impala.
Review?? Next chapter John finds out and the boys meet Harvey!