FIC TITLE: The Home for Wayward Children

Author- PTBvisiongrrl

Part- 10/? (I promise nothing.)

Date- 9/1/16

Rating – PG-13/T (at least for now…I will clearly warn if it changes)

Pairings/Characters- Sam/Dean brother bond; Dean/Castiel romantic relationship

Word Count- 2,243

Genre- Angst, Family, Romance

Warnings- Spoilers- AU for Season 11. I had already written this before the finale.

Disclaimers- Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters, and make absolutely no profit from taking them out to play…so please don't sue me. If I did own them, there would be a lot more shirtless Winchesters and Angels of the Lord getting some on the show!

Summary-

At 39, Dean has taken more hits than a NFL quarterback, and his body has begun to feel it. His bones practically grate against each other when he gets up in the morning, and the rain makes him want to ball up into the fetal position until the Tylenol and Jack kick in. But if there isn't hunting, what is there? All there has ever been is hunting things and helping people, the family business. Well, maybe it's time to help other people hunt things and expand the family.

Chapter 10

It took Colton and Sam an entire Disney movie plus to get back to the Bunker, but they did return with full wallets. Sam shouted for Charlie as soon as he crossed the threshold, with Colton trailing behind. Charlie, hearing Sam's arrival, made her way from the lounge towards the steps. She barely made it half-way across the main room before she was literally swept up in Sam's arms and spun around. "Long time, Bradbury!" Sam chastised, as he brushed a kiss against her cheek and let her go.

Charlie did a whatareyougonnado? shrug, and punched Sam in the arm. "Stop having the world on its way to ending, and maybe we can go LARP for a weekend again!"

Sam shuddered. "No thanks, really. Once was enough."

From behind Sam's mammoth frame came a puzzled voice. "What the hell is LARPing?"

Charlie leaned to her right to see past Sam, and smiled wide in glee. "You must be Colton! Hi!"

Colton nodded in agreement, then repeated, in a quiet and polite tone, "LARP?"

Dean, who had followed Charlie out of the lounge, leaned against one side of the archway with his arms crossed over his chest. "Live Action Role Play. Like, knights and priests and magic users and shit."

"And Queens!" Charlie protested, curtsying to Dean, who couldn't keep his curmudgeonly frown at that. "Plus, you know you loved being my handmaiden," Charlie smiled sweetly.

"Knight," Dean corrected her, carefully enunciating the "t."

"Shoulda been the handmaiden," Sam muttered, walking around Charlie to reach Dean, handing him a roll of bills. "Pool went well."

Dean flipped through the bills, nodded in agreement, and pocketed the wad. "Great. Cause next up for the kids is—school. Which means school supplies."

Charlie nodded. "And that's why I'm here. Colton, Dean, how about we sit down and talk about that cyber school thing while the little ones are otherwise occupied?"

Colton shrugged a shoulder, but said, "Sure. War room, or library?"

"Library," Sam interjected. "Because when Charlie is finished with you, she and I can start working on the web database idea."

"Let's get all the school stuff settled first—working on all the new identities at the same time is easier when creating this many people," Charlie contradicted. "Plus, I have a feeling that once I get into the database, it will be DAYS before I want to emerge."

Sam agreed, and went to start dinner while Dean was occupied with Colton and Charlie, and Cas had the little ones TV-hypnotized for a bit.

S & D/C… S & D/C… S & D/C… S & D/C… S & D/C…

By the time dinner was ready, Charlie had a firm start on the new Remington family history—the last name that they would ALL be adopting, even the adults. The Winchester line was going to have to come to an end. The backstory was that Dean and Sam's younger brothers had been killed, with their wives, in a car accident, leaving all their children to Dean's care. It also made it easier for the children to keep their first names, which Dean greatly appreciated, and to avoid the entire situation of not being their father. Dean did not want the children to have to call him Dad in front of outsiders and Dean at home; and none of them was ready for the "Dad" calling, anyway.

Colton Remington was also newly registered as an eleventh grader at a local cyber charter school. Charlie could fiddle more with the not-yet-high school kids grades than she could with Colton's. It took a bit to figure out what classes Colton had either completed before (Algebra 1 and 2, but not Geometry) or could decently fake having completed (giving him three years of Latin with an A wasn't that far of a stretch for a hunter). Colton was sure he would have to work hard to pass the classes he was assigned, given the spotty nature of his previous schooling, but he would do what he had to so that he could graduate in what could be considered "on time."

By the time Colton's transcript was finished and standardized testing scores made up (and entered) for him, food was ready.

Dinner was just as chaotic as usual, but Charlie was unfazed, faring better than Cas, who should be getting more use to it by now. After dinner, while the younger children were being bathed and readied for bed, Charlie sat with Rose and Morgan to try and work up their records, too. For them, Charlie actually found a testing service site she could hack, and had the girls sit down to complete subject area tests. She would have them graded by the service and out of the system by tomorrow AM. The testing information should help her slot the girls into appropriate settings. Charlie didn't want to assume their placement just based on age; it was something small, a detail that probably never occurred to Dean or Sam, but something she herself could do to help her friends better help these kids who really needed it.

After sending the girls off to bed, and the little ones settled, Charlie sat down with Sam, Dean, and Cas to discuss their own new identities. "Dean said you all want to be able to work legally. I'm obviously not able to make you an MD or something like that, but what jobs did you have in mind?"

"Paralegal," Sam immediately stated. At Dean's raised eyebrow, Sam continued, "I know enough from internships and just dealing with the LSAT that I can do that credibly, as soon as I find a job. And even in a fairly small city, there will be jobs—although if not, there are plenty of commutable areas nearby I could look at."

Dean raised his eyebrow, but agreed. "How's that pay?"

"Better than anything else I might manage to do part-time. That way, I can still hunt some while I work." Sam sat back in his chair.

"But you don't want to stop hunting. Why chain yourself to any job?" Dean asked. "I do not want to be what makes you give up the hunt before you are ready. I told you, I am responsible for them, not you."

Sam shot Dean Bitchface #13. "I know that. And I want to help them, too. I can work 2,3 days a week and hunt the rest."

Cas put a hand on Dean's shoulder just as Dean started to puff up with a no, and Dean instantly deflated and conceded. "Thank you, Sammy. But if this doesn't work, once you get the job, I don't mind you quitting."

"I mind!" Charlie raised her hand and objected. "Remember, this is not a temporary identity. Once these files are inserted and set, the documents printed, this is you. You can't just disappear, or get arrested, or magically change your field. If you say paralegal, and decide later to be a vet tech, you'll just have to go back to school first. So choose wisely, Winchesters!"

Dean agreed docilely with a head nod, Cas's hand still on his shoulder, centering him. "What about Cas? What will you have to create for him to work as a translator?"

"There are standardized tests to be certified by certain agencies; it's easy. I can also give you some certs to teach languages to kids, which makes sense with your job. A lot of language teachers do translations on the side." Charlie typed away. "What languages do you want to translate? Arabic and Mandarin are in demand. I mean, don't you know like, every language?"

Cas nodded. "Yes. I do. I am comfortable with a great number of languages. Mandarin is not one of the languages I am highly skilled at."

"Mandarin is not one, then. How about Arabic?" Charlie asked.

"Farsi and Urdu, as well. Hebrew, too." Cas tilted his head to the right slightly, thinking. "Latin and Greek, of course. I don't think Enochian will be in high demand, but it still fits the list. Hindi."

"Shit, Cas," Dean marveled. "I mean, I KNEW you speak like a million languages, but when you start listing them… Maybe you'd rather be a professor at a college, teach history or something."

Dryly, Cas laughed. "I have never sat in a college class to even be able to act like I knew what I was doing as the teacher. I prefer translation—it uses my talents, but I do not have to deal face-to-face with people, for the most part. Sam said we could handle it via email."

"Yes," Charlie agreed at that point. "We did talk about that part, and it will be put in as part of the Bunker Archive site as well as your own independent site for translation services. I'll bet that whatever law firm Sam ends up at will need translation services as well. Spanish might be good to add to that list."

Cas genially agreed and Charlie continued talking while typing. "Okay, then you are all set with a college degree, teaching certifications, and professional translator certifications. I also have a new birth certificate, driver's license, and social for you. Welcome to Kansas, Mr. Derringer."

"What happened to Remington?" Dean immediately protested.

Charlie frowned at Dean. "You want Cas to be your BROTHER in this new life?"

"NO!" Dean shouted, then caught himself and more docilely growled, "no. That's just, ugh, crazy fan-girly."

"Then Cas needs a different last name. Unless you are proposing?" Charlie asked, raising an eyebrow loftily.

Dean turned bright red and couldn't get a word out of his suddenly air-less lungs.

Cas simply looked perturbed, waiting for more information. "Proposing to do what?" Cas asked. He repeated his question when no one answered him.

Sam bit his lip, and studied his brother's face before answering Castiel. "Proposing to marry you, dude. So you can take his last name and be a legal part of the family."

Cas sat down and leaned back abruptly. "Oh." He looked at Dean's face, and then down at his own hands clenched in his lap, speaking softer this time. "Oh."

The tiny, soft voice was so unlike Cas that it kicked Dean in the butt and forced him to say something to make his Angel happy again. "Okay, yeah. I guess I am then. Do you wanna get married, Cas?" Dean stared into Cas's baby blues, unblinking and focused.

Cas noted it. Dean rarely could hold Cas's eyes in emotional moments. Dean invariable ended up looking away or turning around so that Cas could no longer see Dean's emerald spheres. Keeping Dean's gaze, Cas tentatively asked, "Do you want to be married to me, Dean? I think that is more the question."

Dean blinked rapidly, his irises falling to the floor and only returning to meet Cas's eyes with a great deal of obvious effort. "Yeah, yeah I do, Cas. I really do. I mean," and here Dean tried to joke in a wet sounding voice, "we already live together and have kids, so we sorta are already."

"Not yet," Sam interrupted the moment. He could see where this was going, and there was no way in hell that he was going to let his brother just suddenly become married without a ring, or vows, or a honeymoon. He could probably do without the bachelor party; Dean had essentially spent the last twenty years on an extended one. "This is a big deal."

Cas looked hurt, and Dean startled, at Sam's words. "You don't want me to marry your brother? I thought you were okay with us, Sam."

Feeling like an ass, Sam clarified. "Of course I want you two married. I just meant that you should actually GET married. Like, with vows and rings. Maybe go away on a honeymoon, too, no kids or supernatural monsters pursuing you."

Dean snorted in laughter. "We got five kids to feed besides ourselves, no legal employment, and certainly no hidden 'nest egg,' so I think a honeymoon is not in the cards." Dean made a slightly squinty face, the corners of his eyes creasing. "But vows and rings, fuck yeah, we should do that part."

Cas agreed with Dean's limited ideas. "I would appreciate a formal swearing of vows, and a constant reminder on my hand."

Charlie grinned ear to ear. This was not quite how she was expecting her trip to turn out, but it was turning into a kick-ass visit. "Well, I can go ahead and create a marriage certificate for Mr. Remington and Mr. Derringer, for in say, a week, and then do a change of name request, backdated…." Charlie typed away, talking to herself under her breath.

Dean reached out and took Cas's left hand, holding it and turning it around to look at Cas's naked ring finger. "I think we can track rings down by then."

"And write our own vows by then," Cas added. "Will you officiate, Charlie? As Queen, it is your right."

Charlie actually giggled. "I knew I'd like you, Cas. I most certainly can!"

Sam sighed. "I am not LARPing for this," he stated plaintively.

"Of course not, Sam!" Dean reassured his little brother. "It's just going to be a little thing in the Bunker, just us family."

"I want Claire to be here, too," Cas spoke up. "I'm going to go call Jody," he said as he left the room to speak to his daughter privately.