I don't own Supernatural nor do I intend to make any money off of this. If you intend to sue me, you would only get my cats, and trust me they would only cost you money, they're very high maintenance. That and I think they missed the memo where it said they were not rulers of the world.
Rating: MA
Pairing: Dean/Seamus (Sam) means male/male and implies Wincest, sort of.
Warnings: Wincest, which means Sam/Dean are together in a romantic sense of the way of the world. Which is true, sort of. Also slash, which means man on man or two men in a sexual relationship. If either bothers or triggers you or upsets you then you really shouldn't read this fic. Plus you know any other type of warnings you can think of that could be involved with the Supernatural world.
A/N: Ok, so just to put this out there; yes, Sam (or Seamus) and his family (who, yes, are my own creation but swear are in no way a) me b) going to overly take over the fic or c) be some kick ass people who know all about the supernatural world and how it all works. They're just your normal every day family) are Irish. However, I will not pretend that I can fake their accent or culture very well. I will try culture wise. If I mess up, please don't kill me. If you see something and know it to be wrong point it out and I will fix it. As for the accent; I won't even try. I don't want to butcher a beautiful language and have people out after me, lol. So you're going to have to use your imagination on that one; just whenever you hear Sam or his family talking, imagine it to sound Irish.
Summary: When Sam was four years old he went missing and despite months of searching there was never any clue as to what took him, until 8 years later when Bobby sees him walking down the street. Only when he calls out to him, he doesn't answer. However, when a redheaded woman calls out for Seamus to hurry along, he answers.
Seamus
Chapter 3: Brothers?
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Dean's POV
"Your brother? Mama, there something you want to tell me?" I hear Sammy, or I suppose he would consider himself Seamus, ask this Morna lady. She is definitely not his mother; she doesn't seem to be evil, and definitely not a demon.
I say the proper names and start a muttered exorcism in Latin under my breath when she is near me, and nothing.
"Like what, young man?" Morna asked him while putting her hands on her hips.
"I don't know, like, maybe father wasn't the only person you ever loved?" Sammy asks, and I nearly choked on the water I was drinking.
Was he suggesting his supposed mother had an affair and I was his half-brother or something?! Apparently it was and I wasn't the only one who realized that this is what he was asking.
"You're lucky I don't take a belt to your behind for suggesting I would ever cheat on your father, get pregnant and then give up my child! As it is, you're grounded! I have never seen this young man before you brought him here tonight!" she huffs while cuffing Sammy around the ear.
"I was just asking, Mama! No need to be so upset! I'm sorry! Don't worry, I will deal with this. You just start on making that stew and show the girls how to make it, like you said you would, and I will talk to Dean here," Sammy says while trying to appease his mother and get everyone to calm down.
It seems to work slightly when she glances at me again.
"Well, he is nothing but skin and bone. It would be remiss of me not to give him a hot meal at the least. Come on girls, I will show you how to make the stew so you can cook it yourself when you get older," Morna says before gathering the girls and taking them to the other side of the kitchen after she gathers everything she will need to cook with.
"So Dean, look, I think maybe I just look like the person you think is your brother," Sammy says after leaning against the counter next to me and checking my eye over again; which is fine. It stopped hurting long before I even saw him.
It was more shocking that I was seeing and talking to Sammy that had me letting him do all that than anything else. I had had a nasty run in with a rugaru but I won in the end, so it was ok; and everything was mostly healed now.
"No, I am sure you're him," I say as I shake my head and look him over, wanting to memorize every detail of him.
"Dean, my Mama wouldn't lie about this. If she says she never gave birth to you then she never did," he says gently, as if trying not to hurt me.
"No she didn't, and she didn't give birth to you either," I say bluntly.
I know that they weren't some supernatural monsters now, I had tested them, but that doesn't change the fact that they have Sammy, and he is mine. I want him back, and I want him now. Suddenly Morna was there holding onto him, and him onto her, for a few minutes before they pulled apart. She kissed his forehead before moving away again back to the other side of the kitchen.
"You're right, she didn't give birth to me, Dean. My family is dead. I had a mother and father and they both died in a car accident when I was four years old. One day the orphanage I was stuck in took a trip into town and Morna saw me. She followed me back, and took me home with her. I am her son. Perhaps not by blood but in every way that matters I am hers," he tells me fiercely.
I have no idea what he is talking about. We did lose him when he was four, but there were no accidents reported in the area, we checked. Before I could open my mouth to correct him on his family history, there was a knock at the door to which Morna went and answered, and Sammy glimpsed dad, whom he kneed earlier, standing in the doorway.
"Mama, that's the man, the bad man trying to hurt Dean! Hurry shut the door!" Sammy called out to Morna, and the woman may look slight and harmless but apparently you don't mess with someone she was willing to protect and think you can get away with it. In two seconds flat she had my father's ear in hand and was pulling him outside by it. I could only stare in shock.
"Messing with children in this manner! What kind of monster are you?! Well you came to the wrong house, mister. If you think I am letting you anywhere near that young lad, you have another thing coming, and if I so much as see you look in his direction, I swear I will have Seamus fetch me a switch and leave you with welts and see how you like it! Hurting children!" Morna is saying as she drags my father out and away from the motel door. Sammy has moved from leaning next to me to standing in front of me. Apparently they thought he was abusing me.
"Uh, that's my father, and well, your father as well, that she is threatening to whip with a tree limb and he didn't do anything to me. I got into a fight at a bar," I say, hoping it would get them to calm down some and maybe not start a lynch mob against my father.
"It's ok, Dean, you don't have to protect him. We won't let him hurt you anymore. You have nothing to be afraid of. I know it might seem impossible right now but we will keep him away from you. He won't lay another finger on you, unless he wants to lose it," Morna says as she finally releases my father's ear, and backs back into the motel.
"I'm not protecting anyone; he really didn't do this to me," I try to tell her, but Sammy interrupts me with a hand on my shoulder.
"I was there at the park, remember. He was chasing after you, trying to make you stay with him, when you obviously didn't want to. It's ok, you don't have to fear him any longer, Dean. You're safe now," Sammy says, and I almost want to laugh because it should be me telling him that.
Well ok, maybe not in this exact same situation obviously, but I should be the one caring for him, not the other way around. I get up and walk around him and out the door to my father's side.
"It was a bar fight, Sammy, honest. This is our father, John Winchester, alive. He never died in a car accident, by the way. He was yelling because he didn't want me to just run up to you and go 'hey, guess what? You're my long lost brother.' I had lost you for over 8 years now; I wasn't going to wait for a second longer. That's what you interrupted," I tell them all, wondering what their reactions will be and how long I am going to have to wait before Sammy would be mine. Oddly enough, it is Sammy who speaks up first.
"Right, ok, so that's what I interrupted. I believe you. I am sorry I kneed you earlier. I thought I was defending Dean there. We took care of the wounds we saw from his bar fight. And really, you let him get into bar fights? Anyway, as for the rest of it, I told you, Dean, you're mistaken. My parents both died in a car accident when I was four. I never had any siblings before Mama came and got me, and I got my girls," he says with a sigh while handing me the melting ice pack. I reach out and take it.
"It's fine, Sammy. You did what you thought you had to in order to protect your brother. I respect that," Father says with a nod at Sammy. I can almost see him snap when it happens.
"Mama, please take the girls inside and don't forget to watch the stew so it don't burn. I will be right in," Sammy says.
You could tell Morna doesn't want to do so, but Sammy kisses her cheek and gathers the three girls to her side. She turns and takes them inside. She then slams the screen door shut but the hard motel door stays open.
"It's not your fault seeing as we just met, and you and your son here are under the mistaken belief I am someone else, so I am trying to let it pass. But you're upsetting my family and I don't like it. For another, my name is not Sammy; it's Seamus. If you're going to speak to me, and wish to hold any sort of actual conversation where I respond to you, you will learn to use it; starting now."
"Now, I understand how upsetting losing family is, I truly do. Like I said, I lost both my parents to a car accident. So I understand how badly you must want to find this Sammy. I am not him. Now, I will play the 'what if' game with you. What if I am him, so what? I was legally adopted by Mama and Father, and I am their son. I have no intentions of leaving Mama or my girls ever; period. Even if somehow it were true, we are not family. Family is not blood, family is always being there. Family is Mama and my girls. I won't be taking off suddenly to be your son and brother, I'm sorry. That's just the way it is."
"Luckily for you both, however, that it's not true. I am not this Sammy you're looking for. When I was four, the highway patrolman found me wondering down the highway, all bloody. He picked me up and called for an ambulance for me. And as he did that, he came upon the fire, the one that took both my parents. I never had any brothers or sisters before Mama adopted me and gave me my girls." Sammy says with a slight growl before tugging his shirt up to show some jagged scars across his hip bones.
"They're from when I crawled out of the car through the window. The glass cut me up. I am sorry, but at least this means, maybe, when you finally do find this Sammy, perhaps he will wish to come with you after all. I am sure the stew is done by now, and that Mama would be willing to allow you both to share in our evening meal as an apology from me for my earlier behavior. I really thought you were trying to hurt Dean. I meant only to look out for him. I will tell her to set two extra plates," Sammy says before walking inside the motel.
I am still reeling from what he said and what he has shown me.
"Whatever he wants to be called, aside, I know my baby brother when I see him, and that's him," I say without looking at my father, who hasn't spoken a word either.
I am terrified he is just going to walk away thinking this isn't Sammy. I feel a hand clasp my shoulder for a moment before he opens the door to the motel and walks in. I breathe in a sigh of relief at that and follow after him.
When I get in, the girls and Morna are already seated and so is my father. I take one of the two seats left and smile at my thanks at Morna for making the dinner. I am waiting for Sammy to sit down next to me after putting the pot on the table but he doesn't. First he serves Morna and the girls, then me and my father, then himself, before buttering bread rolls and passing those out as well. Then comes the ice tea; he pours a glass for everyone at the table before finally taking a seat himself. Everyone is silent and sort of tense while eating, looking at everyone else.
"So, Seamus, was it? What school do you and your sisters go to?" my father asks gruffly; but trying, at least. Which was really something; but obviously not the right something, if the suddenly closed off and upset look on Morna's face is any indication. Sammy answers, nonetheless.
"Well, at the moment, while Mama is closing down father's files and what not here, and until we get back home, I am homeschooling all three of my girls. They're brilliant, they are. The twins even skipped ahead a grade. They could have done two but they didn't want to, because they met someone they liked and wanted to stay with them. Nowla is just brilliant when it comes to science. Mama has the most brilliant kids ever," Sammy says fondly while looking at each sister in turn and smiling.
"Wait; get back home? Where exactly is home for you?" I ask, wondering how we could get them to believe we wouldn't randomly show up there as well without police being called, for stalking.
"Oh, I doubt you know it. We live on the outside of a small town called Newtownabbey. It's a small place really, but it's home and we love it. We haven't been home in almost a little over a month, dealing with some of my late husband's work dealings, but that's mostly done now. I wasn't going to say anything, wanted to let it be a surprise, but since all the upset to you four, I guess now is the best time to tell you. We're nearly ready to go home. By the end of the week I should have everything done, so by the start of next week, at the latest, we will be on our way home." Morna announces to her kids with a smile; and they suddenly light up and start to dart around the table, happily laughing, playing and chatting with each other.
"I don't think I ever heard of it. What state is that in?" my father asks her as the twins start to use him as a tree to chase each other around.
"Oona, Orla; leave the poor man be," Seamus says as he quietly sits with a small smile and watches them playing.
"Oh no, we're not from the States at all. This is actually the longest we have unfortunately had to stay here. No, Newtownabbey is in Ireland." Morna tells my father, and I nearly choke on my bread.
"I for one cannot wait to be home once more, Mama. We can finally be in our own home again. Soon as we get back and the girls are back in their classes, I will get to finding me some work to help, Mama. Don't worry. Speaking of, what do you do, Mr. Winchester?" Sammy asks my father, but I notice Morna isn't completely happy with what he has said, and somehow I doubt it has anything to do with being home or asking father about what he does. However, I have bigger fish to fry at the moment.
"Ireland?! You live in Ireland?!" I demand, because following them across states lines could be explained away. It would be hard, sure, but doable. Following them across the freaking world would be a bit harder to cover up and explain away.
"Yeah, I can't wait to get back. Not to be rude about your home, but it's really loud for no real reason. The pastures and forests are quiet," Sammy says with a grin, thinking of his home, no doubt.
"You live in a forest?" I ask, unsure whether to laugh or cry at the ridiculousness of it all. I just got Sammy back and now I am going to lose him again in a week.
"Oh no, our home just backs onto the forest. It's preserved. We live more on a pasture than anything, I guess. Lots of grazing sheep and cows and the like. Horses and whatnot. So, job?" Sammy asks, refocusing on our father after answering me.
"I pick up whatever work I can manage to get when I can get it. I am good with cars, so usually I try for garage work," Father says with a shrug while sitting back and pushing his plate away.
"Oh, me too! Well, minus the cars. I never was very good with them. I did help in a garage once though. It was nice work." Sammy says as he stands up and starts collecting the plates; leaving them on the sink and taking the extra leftovers in the bowls to the garbage bag to toss away.
"Seamus, how old are you?" my dad asks him pointedly. So, he is wondering the same thing as me.
"Seamus has just turned 14 years old." Morna says as she straightens the kitchen up and then herds the girls into the other room before returning.
"Should you not be in school as well then?" my father asks without batting an eye, all the while staring at Morna.
"He should indeed, and it's a discussion we have had many a time," she says, staring right back, not in the least intimidated, which was saying something.
"I would appreciate it if you don't upset my Mama by bring up such things. The short of it is, my father is dead. I am working now to help where I can, I can always go back later and get what I need, but none of us will gain qualifications if we starve to death or have no home to live in. Not that it is of any concern of yours. Mama, don't worry. I promised, didn't I? Have I ever broken a promise to you yet? No, I haven't and I won't, so you're worrying for no reason. It will be fine," Sammy says as he kisses her cheek and hugs her close to give her comfort. She doesn't look particularly happy about it but she doesn't say anything while he goes back to cleaning the dishes.
"I am sorry to sound rude, but it is getting late; and while Dean is welcome to stay and sleep if he has no other place, I need you to leave, regardless of his assurances, because I have kids and I don't know you, and they need to get some rest now." Morna says to my father. He nods and starts towards the door.
"It's fine. I have some friend and they rented us a place near here when we thought Seamus and Sammy were one in the same," he says as he moves towards it.
Morna nods and bids us goodnight and goodbye. I freeze. This could be the last time I see Sammy if I go.
"I want to stay." It's out before I even think it all the way through. It doesn't matter though, I don't want to leave. Morna looks at me then glances at Seamus.
"All I have to offer you is the couch. Would you not miss your father if you were without him?" Morna asks me while glancing between the two of us. My father shrugs his shoulders.
"I traveled a lot when he was younger so he would be fine here while I go into town and look around for some work. That is, if it wouldn't be any trouble to you," my father says.
"Write down where you shall be staying and a number I can get a hold of you at. Remember, 1 week, and we are going to be leaving ourselves, so you need to be sure you're settled by then. Understand?" Morna says with a sigh as she hands Father a notepad to write down said information. After a quick pat to my shoulder, he walks out the door and is gone. Morna shuts and locks the door behind him.
"Alright, the couch is yours at night. At least it's not lumpy," Morna says to me.
"It's fine, Mama. I will share my room with him." Sammy says, apparently done with the dishes. Morna looks over at him.
"Seamus, are you sure?" Morna asks as she moves over to him and embraces his shoulders.
"I am, Mama. You share with my girls; and besides, nobody's back should be subjected to that couch. It's cruel and unusual punishment." Sammy says with a grin and a laugh. I haven't heard my baby brother laugh in over 8 years.
"Very well, both you boys wash up and then head to bed, ok. I will see you both bright and early. We have much to do. I love you, Seamus. Goodnight, Dean. I hope you sleep well, dear," Morna says with a kiss to Sammy's forehead, and before I can react she pulls me forward and kisses my forehead as well before disappearing behind the same door she had herded the girls earlier.
"Quit standing there with your jaw on the floor, and wash up," Sammy says as he passes me on the way to the bathroom. I follow him and watch as he washes his face and hands, and brushes his teeth. He shuts the door for a minute and then there is a flush. The water runs again then the door opens, he comes out and nods for me to go in. I go in and do everything he did, minus the teeth brushing because I don't have a tooth brush on me. Opening the door, one is thrust in my face, with a grinning Sammy standing there smugly. Rolling my eyes, I take it and brush my teeth quickly. Then I follow him into the only other room in the small motel they were renting out. There was just the one bed, a dresser and a desk which, true to his words earlier, held school books for second graders and third graders.
"Seeing as you don't have any clothes right now, besides what you're wearing, you can borrow mine. It should fit well enough for tonight to sleep in. We can fix the rest tomorrow." Sammy says as he grabs an oversized shirt and shorts for me while I am looking at the crystal necklace he has on his dresser. It isn't until I pick it up and he notices, that he shows any emotion other than care or worry towards me.
"Never touch this, do you understand me? You are never to pick it up or touch it or play with it! Now, go get changed." he says, breathing heavily as he slips the crystal on and under his shirt. Muttering something under my breath, I grab the shirt and shorts, and make a break for the bathroom. When I come out dressed for bed, there is a pallet made up on the floor and he is sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have yelled like that. It's just very important to me, and I don't let anyone touch it. Anyway, let's get some rest, yeah?" he says when he looks up and notices me. I nod and start towards the pallet, only he slips down onto the floor before I get even close.
"What are you doing?" I ask, confused.
"Going to bed. I will have a ton to do tomorrow," he says as he slips under the petty thing I would say barely qualifies as a blanket.
"Yes, but why are you not on the bed? It's yours after all," I say as I stand in the middle of the room, unsure what to do. Sammy glances at me and sighs.
"Actually, my bed is in Ireland. That's the motel bed, and my Mama brought me up right. I offered you my room, I can't do that saying it's an upgrade from the couch then have you on the floor. Now go to sleep, Dean," Sammy says all that in one breath before turning over to go to sleep again. Sighing, I move over to the bed, and curl up under the blanket, wondering if Sammy is cold down there.
"You wanted to stay because you still believe I am this Sammy, don't you?" Sammy whispers after some time has passed. I don't answer. What can I say that he doesn't already know, and what could he say that he hadn't already said earlier?
/END CHAPTER/
I am dedicating not only this chapter but the rest of this fic to my uncle Don, who died on August 2nd 2014 and gave me my love for animals. Please remember to thank bas_math_girl for making this readable for you! I will get to work on chapter four as soon as I can. I hope you like what you got so far! Hopefully enough to leave a review!
