Summary: It's been fourtee years since Charissa Singer last sawher father, because she got pregnant at 16, and ran away with her boyfriend. Nowwith her sons Dee and Sammy in toe, what happens when she turns up on his doorstep, with a hell of a lot of baggage.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. If i did, I would be married to Dean by now.
That evil slut whore bitch!
Dean watched the two brothers as they worked together. Sammy was reciting Latin in the front seat of the Beau, and every now and again, Dee would look up from under the bonnet of the car, where he was on a laptop as well as working on the engine, and tell Sammy if he was wrong or right in his translation.
Dee, he found out, was a natural with a wrench, and had been taught how to look after a car since he was old enough to say the word spanner. Sammy was whiz at reading, and had read almost half of Bobby's books in the week he had been there. He had also seen Dee reading at one point, but the minute he had asked about it, Dee had slammed the book shut and stormed from the room.
Seeing the way the two worked together, made him miss his own brother, who was somewhere with Ruby, in the northern states. HE was supposed to be stopping by with Ruby soon, if his last phone call was anything to go by. HE honestly couldn't wait to see Sam's reaction to Charissa being back. Sam had absolutely adored Charissa. Charissa walked out of the house, and into the yard, carrying a beer, and two soda's. One was a diet Pepsi, and the other was coca-cola.
"Yo, Dee, Sammy, head's up!" she yelled, and she threw the soda's at them. Sammy caught the coca-cola, and Dee caught the Pepsi. They looked at the drinks, before switching, and opening them. "And Sammy, if you spill any of that in my car, your getting a job to reupholster my seats."
Sammy nodded, knowing she was serious, and saluted her, while Dee took a large drink of the soda. Dean looked at her, as she came and leaned against the Impala beside him. She took a long swig of her beer, before handing it to him. He took it, and took a drink of it, realising his was gone. "So... I'm guessing you want to know where Sam is, right?" he asked, and she nodded. "Sam is on his way down here," he said, handing her the beer, which she took a drink off, "With his demon girlfriend Ruby."
Charissa choked, and the bottle slipped from her grip, as she choked, and coughed. Dee looked over, and Sammy leaped out of the car, running over to his mother, and hitting her on the back, while Dee wiped oil from his hands, and made his way over, a cold look in his eyes, as he watched his mother hyperventilate. He looked at Dean. "What did you do?!" he hissed, clenching his fists, and Charissa shook her head, placing a hand on Dee's arm.
"No... Dee... Ruby..." she seethed, and Dee immediately paled, and looked at his mother. She was beginning to breath normally, and stand straight, while Sammy looked completely confused. He looked at Dee, who was now furious, and his mother, who was muttering under her breath.
"Who is Ruby?" he whimpered, big puppy dog eyes full on his face, and Dee turned, and kicked a can that was on the ground.
"Ruby, is an evil bitch," he stated, and Charissa looked at Dee, a chastising look on her face, before looking at Sammy. Sammy looked at her, confused.
"She is no one important, baby. Go and finish your homework." she ordered, more than requested, but Sammy nodded, and walked back to the Beau, to do his homework. Dee fumed, for a few minutes, before he yelled in frustration, and marched off deeper into the yard, for some alone time. Charissa looked at Dean. "Why the hell is that slut whore bitch with Sam?" she demanded. Rumsfield barked, from the hood of Bobby's 1968 Ford F-350, and Charissa shushed him, before glaring at Dean.
"Why do you have a problem with her?" Dean counter-questioned, and she glared at him, before marching into the house, slamming the door behind her. Dean smirked. 2Well, this sure is interesting."
