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Chapter 10
It all happened so fast. One minute I was hugging my dad and the next…he was charging at Dean with balled fists and raging anger…
"W-What?" I asked stuttering, hoping I had heard him wrong. Lowering his tone he replied,
"What. The. Hell. Are. Those. Marks. On your. Neck?" John repeated. I replied with quiver in my voice, which was inevitable,
"…I-It's nothing…really!" forcing a smile onto my face, I continued, "Come on dad lets-"
"NATALIE!" the sudden loud and harsh call of my name made me jolt, causing me to tightly close my eyes, fighting back the tears. "I'm going to ask again, and I better get a proper reply! Do you understand me?!" unwillingly my head rapidly nodded as the rest of my body began to tremble. John never scared me this much in my whole life.
"So what happened?" asked dad in a low voice once again. I didn't want to reply, I didn't want to betray Dean, I didn't want dad to yell at him for something he never meant for to happen. However at that moment the fear I felt…made me spill my guts.
"W-We went to t-the park…Sam went and played with his friends…Dean saw s-some girls and went and talked to them…and a guy came up to me. He threatened me…and grabbed my neck…" I couldn't continue, as John suddenly enveloped me into a tight hug. Tightly holding me to his chest, I could hear the thrashing of his heart before he revealed the tremor in his voice as he spoke,
"It's going to be okay…" quickly tightening his hold he then let go. Standing up he quickly passed me. I stood there in a mix of fear and shock, my vision blurred as more tears began to spill down my face. The loud bang from above practically shook the house. Looking up I somehow instantly knew what the sound was. Running up the stairs I instantly heard yelling and cursing, it came from Dean's room.
Sprinting down the hall I suddenly stopped as I heard a thud come from Dean's room.
"Dean!" I called out as I ran to his room. Gripping onto the doorframe of the room door, I came to a halt.
My eyes instantly widened as my mouth gaped. Dean was sitting up on the floor as if he'd just fallen and was gripping the left side of his jaw with John hovering closely in front of him.
"Natalie!" Dean exclaimed in surprise, shocked to see me.
"SAM!" John called out. Instantly Sam stood behind me.
"Y-Yea…" Sam trailed off as he stared in shock at the same sight as me.
"Take your sister outside, Dean and I need to talk" John instructed.
"Dean are you okay?" Sam managed to ask before receiving a glare from John.
"Sam! Do what you're instructed and take your sister outside!" Sam choked on his response as John yelled. He grabbed my arm and reluctantly pulled me away. The last thing I heard was dad yelling at Dean to stand up.
"Is Dean gonna be okay?" I asked looking up at Sam. Trying to build a sand castle out of dirt will never work.
"I guess…" replied Sam, unsure. A truck pulled into the driveway of Uncle Bobby's junkyard. I heard the sound of the loud engine turning off and watched as Uncle Bobby jumped out of the vehicle.
"What are ya two idjits doin' out here in the damn heat?" asked Uncle Bobby as he walked over to us holding a bulky green duffle in the right hand.
"Dad and Dean are fighting…" I replied, Sam continued in my stead.
"…It was pretty bad so dad told us to wait outside."
"Balls!" yelled Uncle Bobby before running inside, dropping his duffle that landed onto the dirt floor with a loud 'clink'.
(Sam's P.O.V)
As Bobby ran into the house, I could clearly see the anger and worry on his face…so I quickly shadowed after him into the house.
"Stay here Nat!" I instructed before running in. Almost instantly after entering the house I could hear muffled yelling, smacks, and thuds that became clearer with each step. Bobby ran up the stairs like a bat out of hell. I've never seen him run so fast my whole life…even on hunts. Upon reaching the room Bobby practically broke the door down.
"JOHN STOP!" Bobby practically screamed, running in, he grabbed hold of dad's arm before he was able to strike again at Dean.
"Let go Bobby! He needs to be taught a damn lesson!" yelled John.
"Not like this John! Beating him isn't going to help anyone!" ignoring what Bobby had just said, dad still tried charging at Dean. It was obvious Bobby had had enough, "DAMN IT GO COOL OFF!" John stopped with his struggle and began to stare at Bobby. They both had an intense stare down until; finally, dad pulled away and walked out of the room.
"Dean a-are you okay?!" I asked, landing onto my knees beside my brother.
"You shouldn't have come…" stated Dean. He looked like utter shit. His lip was busted, and he also had a bruised cheek and jaw 'How could dad do something like this?!' I internally screamed as I looked at Dean.
"We shouldn't have had too," said Bobby, "What in the hell happened boy?" asked Bobby as he and I helped him onto his bed. He explained everything to Bobby; the park, the creep, the ice cream parlor, and how dad came down on him. But Dean being Dean kept thinking he deserved it.
'I can't believe dad…no…John, would do something like this to his own fricking son!' I could feel my anger building up, and it was all towards John.
"None of it was yer fault Dean, ya hear?" said Bobby in a soft tone, but Dean's face simply remained blank.
"Dean?" I called out softly, again no response. Bobby stood up,
"Come on Sammy, we should leave him be." Said he said as he and I walked out of the room. Looking back one last time, all I saw was an emotionless boy laying propped up against the headboard, not Dean.
(Natalie's P.O.V)
I began to feel hot and somehow dry from the heat. I decided it was time to head inside and see what was going on. I tried to sit still but nothing seemed right with me. 'What was going on? What happened? Is Dean okay? What did dad do?' as each thought pulled itself through my head I finally had enough. Standing up I began to slowly walk toward the shack like house, stepping onto the first porch step I was suddenly met by dad. I was still too scared to speak to him.
"I'll be back soon Nat," was all he said as he walked over into his truck, and practically, only seconds after closing his door he sped away.
'What's going on?!' I thought franticly, quickly pushing past the front door. I ran inside, my first and only instinct after entering the house was to see Dean. Sprinting up the stairs, skipping a step each time I could, I finally reached Dean's door before my mind could process it. However I didn't dare open the door, I was too scared, what if Dean was mad at me? But all of that was forgotten as soon as I heard a crash come for his room.
"Dean!" I yelled running in. I instantly began to wail, "What happened?!" I screamed in horror while running over to my brother. "It's all my fault! I'm SO SORRY Dean!"
"Natalie, it's all okay!" said Dean squeezing me tighter in his embrace, "I deserved this, and I let you get hurt. I broke my promise"
"You didn't break shit!" I exclaimed.
"Nat-" I cut off Dean before he could comment on my language.
"Dad's wrong! You protected me, you got hurt, and so don't you dare think this was your fault!" I hated myself enough at that moment. It was my fault that Dean got hurt, I got him in trouble and I wouldn't be able to bare anymore if he thought any of this was his fault. "Please Dean…it wasn't your fault…"
Kissing my forehead with his soft gentle lips he replied,
"It wasn't my fault Nat, it was that evil guy's fault…" there was no sincerity in his voice but I didn't care. I'd make him believe it.
"That's right!" I said hugging my brother tighter. The room was silent; no sound was to be heard, until Dean spoke
"I'm hungry, are you?" looking up at Dean I replied,
"Yes!" I don't remember when my tears stopped, but I'm glad that they did. Happily my gluttonous brother and I walked down the creaky wood stairs to the kitchen.
"There you two are!" called out Uncle Bobby as we entered the kitchen. "Well dinner's about as cold as Greenland but you can give it a shot."
"Definitely!" I exclaimed running over to the dinner table pulling Dean closely behind.
A raven like darkness claimed the sky later that day. We all sat in the chaotic living room watching what Dean called 'old people TV'. But I really did like 'The Munster's' it was corny yet funny and when I couldn't help but yawn at only 8:34pm, I got irritated because Dean noticed instantly I was tired.
"Let's get you to bed monkey." said Dean, pushing himself off of the beat up couch.
"But I'm not tired!" I exclaimed, in my pointless crack at trying to stay up longer.
"Like hell you aren't, and besides if you come now I'll tell you stories." bribed Dean.
"Really?!" I gleefully exclaimed falling right into his trap.
"Really, really," he replied, with a soft smile gracing his face.
"Okay!" I said immediately, jumping off the couch.
"Sammy you comin'?" asked Dean. Sam simply shrugged before following behind us. But I could tell he was happy, as a hint of a smile graced his face.
Once reaching the top of the stairs, Dean spoke, "Alright you two, get changed and get ready for bed. When you're done come to my room."
"Okay!" Sam and I responded in almost perfect unison.
Sam and I raced into our room nearly knocking each other over several times.
"Watch it Nat!" growled Sam.
"Watch it yourself! You klutz!" with that, I scrambled over to my duffle and began to throw my clothes around until I came across my pajamas. Quickly grabbing them I ran into the bathroom before Sam managed to.
"Natalie! Get your ass out here!" Sam harshly whispered banging on the latched door. My guess was that he was trying not to scream.
"Hell no, slow poke!" I promptly replied. Throwing off my shirt and pants I quickly replaced them with my pajamas. You're probably wondering why Sam and I are acting like total maniacs. Well, as you most probably have already noticed, Dean is the eldest among us. Which means he has the most stories to tell, even more than Sam, he knows the most about both our mothers and our childhoods. But he never really shares much, so this is kind of like a once in a blue moon moment.
Finally I was done changing and quickly started to brush my teeth until suddenly the bathroom door flung open. My lack of a scream was due to the foam in my mouth, I looked like a rabid squirrel, and the expression on my face didn't exactly help.
"I KNEW IT!" Sam nearly yelled.
"WHA DTHA HEGH?! (WHAT THE HELL!?)" I managed to (somewhat) get through the foam.
"Outta the way rabies!" exclaimed Sam as he shoved me to the side. We began our battle on who would gain control of the sink long enough to; brush, gargle, and rinse.
"Done!" I cheered in victory. Quickly I made my decent to the door when Sam abruptly stopped me.
"Yo arrrrt goog amy wear! (You aren't going anywhere!)" Gurgled Sam. Biting down on his toothbrush. He held my shirt in a deadlock grip with his left hand. Oh yeah did I mention, the first one who make it to Deans gets to pick the story?
"Let go Sam!" I grunted trying to free myself from his deadbolt grip, "Sam!" Spitting, he responded,
"You got to be first last time Nat! And you chose princesses!"
"I was a kid!" I grumbled, pulling away.
"You were six!" Sam exclaimed then paused "…I wanna hear about mom…" I stopped.
'I wanna hear about mom…Mary too.' I thought, and then spoke "Fine."
"What?" Sam suddenly asked, more than a little confused.
"Fine, you can go first… but promise, I can go first next time." I replied.
Sam was a bit stunned, but quickly replied, "I promise!"
"Okay go. I'll lag a bit behind." I stated. Slowly Sam's grip on me loosened as he walked passed me out the room. I followed behind him and stopped as he abruptly stopped before me.
"Sammy?" I was unexpectedly enclosed into a tight yet affectionate hug. "Sam?" I repeated.
"Thanks, Nat." he spoke softly. Hugging him back I replied,
"It's cool…I wanna know too." after precious seconds of a warm hug Sam stood and continued his journey to Dean's room. Once again I followed behind.
"You guys really did take your time with that!" exclaimed Dean, sitting under the covers of his spacious bed. Wearing his boxers and a black shirt, per usual.
"Sorry!" Sam quickly apologized.
"Nah its cool, hop in," replied Dean patting on each side of him, not a single second later we were curled up right by his sides.
"So what's it gonna be?" asked Dean. There was a moment of silence as Sam glanced over at me then hesitantly replied,
"Could you…please…tell us about mom?" once again, there was a silent pause. I could practically feel Sam's heart race. Dean was the only one who really remembered Mary out of us three and it was somewhat of a touchy topic.
"Sure!" Dean suddenly replied, we were both a bit shocked.
"Really?" Sam asked a bit surprised.
"Dude, she's your guys is mom too." answered Dean in a matter-o-fact tone. "So let's see… where should I start?" he asked himself, he paused, "Got it!" Sam and I looked at each other with gleaming smiles.
Dean told us how beautiful she was, how kind, fun, smart, and much more. Many of the stories he relayed to us was told to him by dad, and I don't think he noticed but at times he'd use present tense, and I could see the smile grow on his and Sam's faces when he did. Sam's smile never faded, even after he'd fallen asleep.
"Well Sam's out…" whispered Dean.
"You can say that again!" I replied, in a whisper.
"Well…goodnight then."
"Hell no!" Dean quickly exclaimed in a hushed tone, "I told Sam stories he wanted to hear, which do you wanna hear?"
"What?" I asked. I now understand why Sam sounded so confused earlier.
"Nat I'm not this kind very often, so take advantage." Dean plainly stated.
"Oh…umm…" I paused, there was something I desperately wanted to ask, but I didn't know if it would be okay.
"Spit it out."
"Ummm…c-could you tell me about…" I stopped and thought 'I don't want to know after all…'
"About?" Dean pressed, I didn't want to ask, I really didn't, but it unconsciously slipped out, and god did I regret it.
"…Could you tell me about my birth mom?" I looked into Dean's eyes. It was obvious he didn't expect this, and neither did I. "N-Never mind!" I quickly said turning over, "It's totally fine, and you probably don't know anything anyway!" I whispered to Dean.
Why would Dean know anything about my real mom? He always told me Mary was my mother, but a part of me always wanted to know more about 'Sarah Johnston'. I guess I was kind of disappointed, but dad always said I was better off not knowing. I was a 'Winchester' now.
"She was beautiful." Dean suddenly whispered.
"Who?" I asked turning back to look at my elder brother.
"Sarah…your mother." replied Dean. My stomach suddenly began to churn.
"H-How do you…know?"
"Never underestimate the power of alcohol." the confusion of what that meant was probably evident on my face as Dean let out a light chuckle, "Dad was drunk and told me lots about your birth mom."
"C-Can you tell me about her?" I asked turning my body over.
"Anything for you monkey." as Dean replied he gently pulled me into his chest then continued, "She a gentle person, easy to get along with. She used to teach at an elementary school. And she had curly hair…just like yours." that was it. I couldn't fight back the tears any longer.
As Dean continued to speak, I continued to cry. He never stopped telling me about my mother, instead he held me tighter against him, and I was grateful that he never stopped because if he had…I would have begged him to continue. She seemed amazing; she was like Mary in so many ways…that was probably made her and dad become so close so fast. As Dean continued to speak I couldn't help but wonder
'What would everything be like if she hadn't died…'
I awoke to a sunbeam that was rather determined to blind me, but I forgot all that, when I noticed I was wrapped in Dean's arms. His soft breath blew into my hair with each exhale, and my god was it annoying! I was stuck under my heavy ass brother, in a hot room, not to mention him breathing on me with his smelly breath!
"Dean…wake up…Deeeeeeaaaaaaannnnnnn?" my first attempt was gentle, and it really did not work 'Okay, phase two!' I thought. Taking in a deep breath I yelled "WAKE UP!" instantly Dean jumped up straight.
"What the hell?!" exclaimed Dean, fully alert.
"Thanks!" I stated, jumping off the bed.
"Whaz goin on?" grumbled Sam, slowly rising from his slumber.
"Nat what the hell's wrong with you?!" yelled Dean.
"You're heavy and I needed to get away from your smelly ass breath."
"Nat you freaked the shit outta me! I thought something had happened! Geez!" Dean grunted throwing himself back onto the bed. I simply shrugged and walked out of the room then headed back to mine.
I changed into a pair of jeans and one of Dean's shirts. Then I started my morning routine; change, brush teeth, do hair, eat, and go with the flow. I headed down stairs in hopes of seeing Uncle Bobby cooking a hardy breakfast, but instead what I saw wasn't something I was not in the mood for. John had been sitting at the kitchen table by himself staring down at his coffee that had long ago chilled.
I couldn't speak to him and even if I did I wouldn't have, not after what he did to Dean. Walking into the kitchen I retrieved a rather chilled bottle from the fridge, I didn't need more. Heading back I was unfortunately called to.
"Natalie…" John called out.
"Yes?" I replied harshly, I wasn't in the mood for his lectures.
"Please sit," I knew it would only bring problems if I refused, so I reluctantly complied. Sitting down at the table opposite of him I spoke,
"What is it?" I asked bluntly. I could feel my anger slowly building up inside me. I didn't want excuses.
"How are you?"
'Is he REALLY trying to act as if nothing happened?!' I internally screamed.
"How do you think John?!" I could see the combination of anger and sadness become visible on Johns face as I called him by his name. But I paid no mind to it as I continued; "You hit my older brother for something that was NOT his fault! And most of all it was to do with me, so how the heck do you think I feel?!" I yelled. The anger wildly coursed throughout me entire body made the fear I felt practically disappear.
"I'm sorry…" John said timidly. My eyes widened in utter shock.
"Really?"
"Yes…I never meant to hit Dean, or make you feel upset…" I was actually somewhat happy until the asshole continued, "…but it WAS Dean's fault. He could have stopped him from hurting you." that was it…I snapped.
"You mean just like you let my mother Sarah die?" I plainly stated, locking my gaze with Johns.
"Natalie…I couldn't have stopped that, it was-" I didn't let him dare continue.
"Then how could you EVER blame Dean?" there was a pause. He knew I was right.
"She's right John." A voice stated from behind, it was Uncle Bobby.
"But it's his job to protect Natalie and he messed up," said John looking at Bobby.
"John that may be, but it's also his job to be a kid every now and then. You had him stacked with responsibilities by the age of ten. Natalie and Sam only ever got to be kids, and that wasn't even for long."
"Don't tell me how to raise my family Bobby." said John.
"God damn it John! When have I ever tried that?!" yelled Bobby.
"What's my training going to be today?" I simply asked.
"What?" the two elder men asked in unison.
"I'm sick of this, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Lets put it simply; Dad if you blame Dean for what happened I'm NEVER going to speak to you ever again. A Winchester always keeps their word…right?" I stated, leaving no room for negotiation.
"I see where she gets her stubbornness from." chuckled Bobby.
"So…dad, are you going to forgive Dean? Because I think he blames himself enough already."
"Fine, but if it ever happens again…" John warned
"Do you sincerely think Dean would let that ever happen again?"
"I guess not," said John with a subtle smile.
"Okay then!" I exclaimed, somewhat happy, "What's on the agenda today?"
"Weapon training." John simply replied.
"Awesome!"