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The Secret That Should've Stayed Hidden
Chapter three: To Have The Right To Know
At the pool hall Kadin, Nathan, Chester, and Clayton, were drinking some soda and playing pool (at a pool hall, no, duh!). Kadin was currently beating everybody.
"What happen to your littlest bro, man?" asked Nate as he made a shot in the left corner pocket.
"He had one of his headaches again, last night." Kade said sadly.
"I feel for the little dude, man." Clay said as he watched Kade pick his shot.
"I do to, but … Never mind." said Kadin and then stopped his self. He didn't want to going spouting off his problems.
"Well, you started, now finish." Chester said from beside Clay. Kadin sighed, he knew Chester would never let it down so he gave up from the beginning.
"I feel for my little brother because all of what he had to go through and still has to go through. I just wish he didn't just rely on Dean, you know? I don't know, man. Let's just drop it." Kadin bent back over the pool table and took his shot.
"No, nuh-uh. Spill!" Nate said.
"Let's just drop it! Can I get an AMEN?" Kadin said and looked into the stern faces of his friends. "Can't blame a guy for trying."
"You're stalling." Clay said.
"Alright, fine. Have you guys ever wondered why Sam only lets Dean hug him, or carry him or stuff like that?"
"Yeah, I noticed. Do you know why he does that? Is it intentional?" asked Chester. Kadin shrugged.
"No, it's not intentional. The reason he does that is because when we first brought him home he was scared of all of us coming in contacted with him. Dean somehow managed to break through that. That helps the fact that they are really close."
"So the Kade-master is jealous?" Nate teased and Clay and Chester laughed.
"I guess I am." Kadin said with a smile.
"First step, getting over denial. You're well on your way man!" Chester said with a laugh.
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The guard walked up to the cell to give the jailbird his food.
"Good news, JW. They might let you out in a couple months on account of good behavior." The guard said. He gave him his food and left, leaving the inmate thinking about what he was going to do first when he got out. I'm going to see my kids, he thought. He finished eating, thinking about what had got him in there in the first place.
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A silver Silverado pulled into the driveway at the Winchester Manor at about midnight. The driver turned off the engine and the lights and got out of the truck. Walking to the door, Kadin put his house key in the lock and went into the house. He had been at the pool hall all this time. He had lost track of time. He shut the door and relocked it and trudged quietly up the stairs. He walked past Dean's open door and saw that both his little brothers were sleeping in there, like always. He smiled and continued on to his room.
After changing, Kadin eased himself into his bad with a tired groan.
"Kadin?" asked a whispery voice from the doorway. Kadin opened his eyes.
"Hey Dean, what's up?" Kadin replied back.
"Is something wrong or something? You're acting different."
"Different like how exactly?"
"It's like you're mad at someone. Are you?"
"No, I'm fine, Dean. Now leave me alone and let me sleep." Kadin rolled over and shut his eyes.
"Fine, fine." With that Dean left the room and went back to sleep.
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The house phone rang the next morning and Dean was there to answer it.
"Hello?" Dean said and listened to the voice on the other line. Kadin and Sam, who were both sitting next to him on the couch, saw his face turn into a glare. "That shouldn't be even FREAKING possible!" There was a small pause. "I can get an attitude if I want to, you b-" the phone was snatched out of Dean's hands by Kadin.
"Hello? Yeah, what is this about?" asked Kadin as Dean got up and stormed outside. Sam watched Dean go. He looked at Kade with a confused look on his face. Kade was shaking his head. "No, that's not probable. That won't even hold up in court." a pause. "I DON'T CARE IF THEY GOT OUT ON GOOD BEHAVIOR!" yelled Kade. "Ok, I'm sorry, I understand you're not the bad guy here, but why do they insist on this? This family will not stand for this!" Kadin slammed his hand down on the coffee table, making Sam jump. Sam was so confused, what will they not stand for? Why is Dean so upset? Sam looked at Kade taking down a number. "No, I'll call you." Kade hung up the phone and he generally pissed.
"w-what was that all about?" asked Sam, a little hesitant at first. Kade took and deep breathe before answering.
"I don't know if you should know, kid. I really don't know." Kade said in a defeated voice. I have to call the grannys. Do you need help into your wheelchair?" asked Kade, when he already knew the answer. Sam shook his head. Kade walked up to his room. When Sam was finally able to get into his wheelchair, he went out the front door. Dean was sitting on the hood of his 1970 black Chevelle with his head down and his arms on his knees. His knuckles were bloody. When Sam got closer he saw the rivers of tears making there way down Dean's face.
" Dee, what's wrong?" asked Sam. "What did you do to your hands?"
"I don't know if I should tell you, Sammy." Dean said and looked into Sam's concerned face. He was already missing that face, his little brother's face, the face that brought joy to him every time he needed it. He was going to miss the face of Sammy Winchester, HIS Sammy Winchester.
"Can't you just tell me? Please? I promise I will keep it a secret. I promise." Sam said, he wanted to know what was causing both of his brothers' sadness. Dean sighed.
"Okay, I'll tell you because you have a right to know. Come on let's go in the house and I'll tell you." Dean and Sam went into the house and sat down on the couch. Sam was leaning against Dean's side and Dean had his arm around Sam's shoulders. Dean took a deep breath and started. "I don't know how to put this so I'm just going to come out and say it. The person on the phone was the lawyer of Clint and Christine Wood, your biological parents. They got out of jail on account of 'good behavior' and t-they want you back. They are trying to get custody over you again. I'm so s-sorry Sammy." Dean finished.
He felt so bad. Here he was one of the people who had rescued Sam from that household and yet he might get sent back there. Sam couldn't bring himself to say anything so he let it all out through his tears. Dean turned and hugged Sam tight and Sam did the same. Sam buried his face into Dean's chest.
"I'm sorry, I was supposed to protect you and those people come and do this." Dean said.
"I d-don't h-hold y-you responsible, D-Dee. I don't want to go, I want to stay with you, Kade, the grannys and the guys." Sam cried, he couldn't stop crying, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't stop.
"We'll win this, Sammy. They will have to get past me if they tried and I swear to GOD that if they try they will be in the hospital for months."
