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Many Meetings and Sour Greetings

Dean was a regular man of mystery. Sam was his brother so he'd know best. He knew Dean to be an incredible person. Despite the many flaws he had, he knew, deep, very deep inside Dean had a solid heart made of gold. He often showed it too.

Like if they were being attacked by a pack of mystical flying hyenas.

Dean would go to extreme lengths to make sure that his brother was kept safe at all times. This was one of Dean's most incredulous and wondrous qualities.

Although he did have a knack for doing absolutely stupid things when the situation did or didn't call for it. This was a natural born gift…one that Sam couldn't beat out of him despite the many times he tried. He'd displayed this side of himself many times too.

Like the time Dean came up with the master plan of blowing up the demonic ant infested house using a bottle of tequila and one match.

That would have been genius had not they both been stuck in said house.

Oddly enough, it was his own stupidity that landed them in most of their life threatening situations…only saving them after he caused it.

Yep. Dean was…Dean. Doing stupid things then doing even more stupid things just to get out of the first thing he did.

And right now, this probably made at least number ten on Dean's List of Stupid Things. Sam was pretty sure…because the man that had received Dean's snarl looked twice as murderous and didn't look like he'd think twice before killing them and stuffing their bodies down some well. Even though Sam and the man appeared to be right around the same height, the—aura—or whatever the man gave off was, unlike Sam's…

Dangerous; was the closest thing he could come up with.

"Whoa, whoa…calm down everybody! I want no fighting in this house!" Charlie's voice chastised at he stepped into the already small looking kitchen. "Now somebody tell me, what's going on? Or do I have to get my police badge?" he joked at the end.

No one laughed.

"Who the hell—" Charlie glared, "Who the heck is this!?" Dean demanded.

Apparently he got the same feel Sam did.

The man however only looked confused ere a bit frustrated now. He was eyeing Dean with something akin to annoyance and outright fascination. With some sorta dazed shock, Sam realized the man had yet to blink and his breathing seemed non-existent at the moment. Slowly, the man lowered his gaze only to set his golden-eyed stare on him.

The man's stare was intense and for a brief second, it seemed to Sam that the man was trying to see through him—trying and failing by the looks of it but it was still nerve-racking to say the least.

Sam was tempted to step back but that would only give this guy the impression he was intimidated. Instead, he straightened himself out and leveled a glare on him too.

The man now seemed amused. And this ticked off Sam more than anything.

"Cha—Dad! Who are they!?" Sam blinked and turned his attention to the girl being hidden—almost possessively—by the strange man. He'd almost forgotten she was there…

"Oh…Isabella." The girl winced and now it was Sam's turn to be amused. "Isabella Marie Swan, I'd like you to meet your cousins. My nephews. My family. Dean and Sam Winchester. "Charlie pointed to them respectively. " I have a great idea!" Charlie now seemed overly eager and Sam wondered if now was the time to fake an aneurysm and get the hell away. "Why don't you take them around the town! A tour! They've never been here. It seems like a nice time to spend alone time with just family! You know, get to know them better and vice versa."

Sam felt like he had wandered into the Twilight Zone or something. Charlie must not like this guy at all, why else would he send his daughter away with two men she didn't know?

Apparently the girl agreed because she looked close to blowing a fuse.

"Um, I think we've pretty much got the whole town covered," Charlie's face visibly fell as Dean thought up who knows what, "but family time sounds good… Whacha think Sam?" Dean merely gave him a grin before turning back to Charlie. "Getting to know Izzy here sounds like fun."

'Izzy' visibly twitched.

"But—I—and Edward!" she stammered out and Sam took a moment to gauge 'Edwards' reaction.

Edward looked close to twitching himself. He looked between the girl and her father before stepping away slowly. "You understand, don't ya Edward?" Sam had a feeling Charlie's words implied something else entirely.

"Yes, but of course Mr. Swan. Bella, I'll be heading…home. I'll be back later okay?" Just saying the words seemed to bring Edward physical pain. Charlie seemed to know this and his already cheerful demeanor brightened noticeably.

Dean looked smug as well.

Sam sighed. It surprised him he was still sane; being born into a family of sadists tends to have a negative effect on people. Maybe Dean was right…maybe he should get himself committed before anything actually affects him…

Like he could be kicking puppies next…who knows?

"It was… nice to meet you Mr. Winchester and…Mr. Winchester." Again Edward looked like he was in pain but this was probably due to the fact he was stopping himself from saying something potentially nasty.

Dean grinned and sauntered over to the two teens and wedged himself between them. He nonchantly swung both arms around them at the same time despite the height difference. "I knew Eddie and Izzy here would understand. Family time is essential and important. Who knows? We might not come back for ten years…"

'Eddie' looked hopeful and 'Izzy' looked on the edge of having convulsions.

Sam felt embarrassed for them. The girl slowly tore herself away from Dean's grip and with one last scorching look towards the grinning fool who was holding her boyfriend hostage; she stomped out of the kitchen. "Let me walk him to the door then." She called curtly. Dean smirked.

"Ooh! Let me come! I wanna say bye to him too!" he pulled Edward away and Sam studied this. The movement sorta seemed 'faked' on Edwards's part. Like if he were trying and not trying at the same time. 'How odd…'

Sam was snapped back to reality as he heard Charlie give a quiet gleeful laugh. As Sam turned to the man who couldn't help but wonder if everyone in his family was this weird and dysfunctional…

And by the look on the man's face; he'd chosen his favorite out of the two brothers…

"Who was that?" Sam asked as he stared toward where the man last stood. Charlie gave another grin before turning back to Sam looking like if this was the first time he'd seen him. "Oh!? Him?! He's Bella's special friend." He didn't elaborate any farther and Sam raised an eyebrow. He was about to continue his questioning when he heard Dean say something along the lines of, "Don't I get a kiss too?"

Sam froze feeling mortified.

Charlie on the other hand let out a loud laugh. He collapsed on a chair, his bouts of laughter leaving him breathless and panting. There was a slam of doors; something that sounded like a slap and then cursing…surprisingly it appeared that both Dean and the girl where voicing their lovely opinions of each other.

"Wish I'd thought of that…" Charlie mused. Sam rolled his eyes and sat down at his own chair. He rested his arms on the table and waited for Dean to come so that he'd be able to assess the idiot's bruises and possibly give him more…

"I'LL BE IN MY ROOM!" Sam winced at the volume. There were a few more stomps and another slam of the doors and then it was quiet except for Dean's footsteps. He came in and gave both men sitting at the table a wide smile and sat down at his own seat. 'Wow…no bruises…'

"Such a smart boy…" Charlie chuckled. He checked his watch and gave them both and calculating stare, "Game's on. Do you…?" he motioned to his living room and Sam quickly shook his head.

"Sorry, but Sammy here's a little tired. And I wanna talk to Izzy too…" Dean tried to give a disarming smile and it apparently worked. Charlie shrugged and left to watch his game; giving a chuckle here and there.

Once he was out of hearing range Sam turned and gave a glare to his brother. "What were you thinking!? We barely know the man and especially the girl! We haven't even told him about dad—"

Dean scoffed, "Stone."

Sam blinked. "What!?"

"Even or Stephen! Whatever the dude's name was! He felt like fucking stone." As if to emphasize his point Dean punched his own hand making a grinding motion. "And no one is that—good looking." Dean spat; clearly displeased. "Plus he drives a Volvo."

"Well…that explains everything. He drives a Volvo…he's clearly the devil."

"Come on! Isn't it a bit suspicious—"

"Dean, you drive the old Impala, does that make you a hobo…?"

Dean's eyes flashed. "That reminds me…be very afraid. I know where you sleep and I might not be allowed to physically harm you that bad but I can certainly—"

"You said something about stone!?" Sam cut in impatiently and not willing to listen to Dean explain the many ways he was likely to be killed just for insulting the old scrap pile—

"—bury you alive! Or maybe run you over a few times with my precious—"

"Oi! Stop acting like a modern day Smeagol and explain—"

"I'm going to eat you."

Silence.

"Okay…well, I'm going to pretend you didn't say that."

"Much obliged Sammy but the threat's still there."

"Hmm…" Sam cleared his throat. 'Awkward…' "Do you think that's why Charlie doesn't like him? And what about the girl? Do you think she knows something?" Sam began to tap his fingers on the kitchen table and for a few seconds that's the only sound you could hear besides the television in the next room. Dean seemed to be thinking. "Don't hurt your self." Sam muttered but he was apparently heard.

"Pft. Maybe she's possessed? Did you see how pale she was?" Sam's eye twitched.

"Dean, she looked burnt compared to Edward."

"An exorcism. Tonight. We'll sneak into her room. We'll keep it quiet and if she wakes up screaming then we'll know for sure." Dean smirked and feeling self-satisfied with his plan he leaned back on his chair and folded his arms over his head.

"I love how you take my opinions into account." Sam scowled.

"Come up with better ideas then." Dean shrugged.

"Listen Dean. There might not be anything wrong here at all! Maybe we're taking things that don't really matter and making them into something big! Maybe he just works out and if you haven't noticed, "Sam motioned towards the window where it showed that the sky was bleak and gloomy. "This isn't exactly Florida. People here probably don't even know what a tan looks like."

"We still have to tell the dude about dad." Dean added.

"Okay, let's tell him then leave. Call him in right now."

Dean sighed and looked his brother in the eye, "Sammy, these things have to be handled with care. You can't just tell a guy his brother's dead…it's against the law." He nodded as wisely as he could.

"Against what law Dean!? When my cat died you practically danced around with glee…you even sang it. 'Your cat's dead because I said, his blood was red and his name was Ned'. Or some crap like that." Sam narrowed his eyes.

Dean blinked. "I would never come up with something that shitty—let alone sing it."

"Whatever. Unless you have a better reason then I'm—"

"Wait! Maybe…?"

Dean quickly leaned in and moved Sam's head closer, "Weren't you spewing all that crap about vampires and stuff!? Did you actually read any of it? Everything fits…sorta. But I'm almost a hundred percent positive that—"

Sam listened eagerly nodding for him to continue.

"There are blood sucking monkeys in this salad bowl and they're closer than you think."

A loud BAM resonated from upstairs suddenly…

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(A/N: Done. Remember; if you want to continue this story; please review.

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My cousin and me fight like this. Most of the stuff he says makes me laugh rather than get angry and frankly, this annoys us both. Heh heh…?

Till Later

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