Legalities, as always Sam and Dean and all things Supernatural do not belong to me. They are the property of the CW and Kripke Enterprises. I wish they would share, but I don't think that is going to happen so I guess I will simply play in their sandbox for a bit.

Rating T: For language and injured/tortured Dean and injured/worried Sam throughout the story.

This story does not contain slash just good old brotherly love. If you like the story please review it, I have not had this Beta'd and am new to this experience, please keep this in mind when reviewing. At this point the story should mostly follow cannon, but as always I reserve the right for that to change if the story goes there.

Chapter 10

The Move

Cole looked up at that and then over at his brother. He brought his attention back to his father and stood slowly, walking the few steps to the bed. He looked into the anguished eyes of their only living parent, now, and the tears started to roll again as he leaned in and hugged Dean.

Sam had to look away from the scene, the emotions that were welling up inside him had been pushed down so many years ago that he all but forgotten. This was what it was like to have family…family that really wanted you and that would do anything for you. He knew that both he and Dean would die to protect these boys, but the loss of their mother would scar them in ways that both the elder Winchesters understood.

Dean inhaled a shuttering breath and knew that their lives were about to change, drastically. They couldn't abandon their mission, but he couldn't abandon these boys either…and he refused to raise them as their own father had. So it looked like they would all be going back to the 'bat cave'…together.

The funeral took place the following Saturday, the doctor had to be 'convinced' to let Dean out of the hospital, meaning that he had to sign himself of AMA. But there was not a chance in hell that Dean was going to miss that. The twins stayed with Sam while Dean continued his recovery in the hospital for the previous days and Sam brought the boys in everyday to visit. Dean was concerned about how quiet Cameron had gone, but he was ecstatic at how easily Cole seemed to allow him in. Cameron seemed to talk to Sam a lot, and while that made Dean sad, he was glad that the kid was talking to anyone. He just wished that it was him. He wanted to know these two kids, but the fact that the introduction of him into their lives had cost them their mother weighed heavily on him too. Sam was constantly telling him that it wasn't his, but if it wasn't his then whose was it? Dean couldn't blame Sam or even their father for the recklessness of his youth that was totally on him. The fact that two children had resulted from such actions was what Dean regretted, he wasn't sure that he could bring himself to regret that these two boys were born, it was just that he wished he had been involved from the beginning. Dean hoped that the man that he was when he was younger would have taken the situation seriously, but he wasn't sure that was the case.

He sat in his wheelchair, since the damn doctor wouldn't allow him to walk from the hospital, and waited for Sam to bring the Impala around. Cole was standing next to him, rocking back and forth on his heels, Dean smiled as remembered a young Sam doing the exact same thing when he was younger.

"Cole, you okay?" Dean asked.

Cole turned his head in his father's direction, and tried to smile, "Yeah, just missing mom today." Dean nodded and turned back to looking at the parking lot as he answered. "Yeah, I miss her too."

Cole looked at him again, "Uh, where are we going after the funeral?" His voice cracked on the word 'funeral'.

Dean brought his attention back around, "Sam and I have a place that you guys will be safe in. You can go to school and you won't have to move a bunch."

Cole's green eyes watered as he asked the next question, "But we won't know anyone…and we won't have any friends."

Dean's throat clenched at the innocence of that. "No buddy, you will have to make new ones, but you will have me and Sam."

Cole inhaled a shaky breath and stepped over to his father's arm, "I'm glad I still have you." He whispered.

Dean felt his eyes prick with tears, "I'm glad I have you too pal."

The Impala roared up as Sam and Cameron exited the vehicle, "Dean, you were supposed to wait in the room." Sam admonished as he walked around and placed a find hand on his brother's shoulder.

"I know, but I'm starting to feel pretty 'cagey' so Cole and I thought that we would wait out here." Dean glanced over at Cameron and was surprised to see a small smile playing at the corners of his oldest son's lips.

"Yeah, Cole's not too good at doing what he's told to."

Sam snickered, "Yeah, well…neither is Dean."

"Hey, we are right…here." He said as he gestured between himself and Cole.

Sam just nodded, "Yup…there you are jerk."

"Bitch, don't start with me." Dean grumbled and then immediately realized that there two little kids listening to everything that they said.

"Sorry, guys."

"We've heard worse." They said simultaneously.

Dean's eyebrows rose at that, "Well, that's something that we'll have to work on."

The twins nodded and climbed into the back seat of the Impala, Sam rolled Dean to the passenger door and helped him into the car. He was careful of Dean's feet, since they still weren't healed anywhere near enough that he could walk unaided yet. Dean still had remnants of the bruising on his face and he moved slowly to avoid jarring the other injuries that were still pretty painful.

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The boys were asleep in the back seat as Sam drove the last hundred miles back to their home base. The funeral had been awful, just like they had known that it would be, the townsfolk were still reeling from the tragedy and the loss of their sheriff. CJ had been well loved in the town and the twins would be seriously missed. The legalities where the twins were concerned were surprisingly simply. CJ had left explicit instructions that should something happen to her that the boy's biological father, one Dean Winchester, was to have full legal custody of them. That fact had caused Dean to have to leave the room, while he tried to collect his fragmented emotions. She had entrusted these two little boys to his judgment without ever knowing if she would see him again.

"Dean, how are we going to do this?" Sam whispered.

Dean shook his head, he had absolutely no idea. "I got no clue." He said quietly.

"Our lives aren't really set up for this." Sam continued.

Dean cut him off, "No shit dude. You think I don't know that?"

He looked over his shoulder at the pair, Cole's head was resting on Cameron's shoulder and the older boy's head was leaning against the window.

Dean was seized with a memory of him and Sam when they were little, they had spent so much their childhood in this car and the fact that he was about to pull his own sons into this world was tragic as far as he was concerned.

Dean had known when he gave up Ben, that it had been for the best; but Ben had Lisa and a normal life. Castiel had seen to that. But these two…they were damned by the very blood in their veins. It didn't matter how much he and Sam tried to protect them from the supernatural, at some point someone was going to go blab to Crowley and then what?

"Sam, what happens if Crowley learns about them?" Dean asked.

Sam looked over at his brother for a moment, "What do you mean Dean?"

Dean remembered that he had never had a chance to really explain Matt's master plan to his brother, and pulled in a deep breath before he continued.

He looked to make sure the boys were still asleep before he continued. "Matt was going to bleed the boys and sell the blood to Crowley or whoever would pay the most. Apparently the Winchester blood is rare and extremely useful for specific spells."

Sam inhaled sharply but stayed quiet, hoping that Dean would continue.

"Anyways, the blood of twin Winchester boys…extremely valuable."

"Dean, do you think he told whoever his 'acquaintance' was about them?"

Dean blew out a breath, "I don't know, Sammy."

Sam nodded his understanding, his eyes flicking from the road to his brother and back again.

"Dean, I repeat, how is this going to work?"

Dean didn't answer, he just looked out the window and was quickly lost in his own thoughts.

Neither brother saw the small movement from the back seat as Cameron laid his head back against the window quietly. He had heard his father start talking to his uncle and the nosey twelve year old part of him had wanted to know what the 'adults' talked about when they thought the kids were asleep. He wished he didn't know now. Cameron was concerned for both himself and Cole and the fact that they were being thrust into a world that consisted of monsters and death scared him. He rolled his eyes to the rapidly passing road and wondered if he and Cole were destined to die just like their mother had.

Cam pulled his gaze back to Cole as he shifted in his sleep, tightening his grip on Cameron's bicep.

Cole, I'm not going to let anything happen to you, I promise.

Sam turned onto a well hidden dirt path and drove the car to front of what looked to Cameron like a dam, with doors. He sat up, waking Cole at the same time as he leaned over to get a better look at their new home.

"It doesn't look like much of house." He said to Sam.

Sam snorted, "It's bigger on the inside buddy." He said as he laughed.

"You guys can have your pick of the empty rooms, you don't even have to share one if you don't want to." Dean said as he turned to look at wide eyes of the two little boys.

They each nodded in turn and then grabbed their bags as they raced from the car.

Dean waited, somewhat impatiently, as Sam brought around a wheelchair and helped Dean into the hateful contraption. "Sam, I got this, you better go catch them before they end up as part of a crazy spell that were don't even know about."

Sam chuckled, but there was no humor in it as he turned and headed into the building. Dean started rolling his way up the ramp, his shoulder complaining loudly at the motion, now he knew that he probably should have let Sam push. Because this shit hurt like hell, and that was saying something since he had firsthand knowledge.

By the time he reached the door, he was sweating and his shoulder was on fire, but he had made some progress as far as he was concerned. He pushed the metal door open and rolled through, he was met with squeals of laughter from the room down the hall, the one that happened to be next to his own. He shoved the door closed and continued to roll toward the peals of laughter as quickly as his pain racked shoulder would allow him to. He wasn't prepared to see his sasquatch of a brother buried under two grinning little boys as they proceeded to pummel him with pillows and jump from one full sized bed to the other trying to escape his long arms.

Dean felt an unfamiliar pang of jealousy as he watched them from the doorway, he wished that he was able to rough house with the kids. He waited for them to notice that he was even there as they continued to play with their uncle Sam. His eyes took on a distant look as he remembered playing games like these with Sam when their father had left with strict instructions not to leave the motel room. Even though they never really knew why, it was up to Dean to keep Sammy occupied so that he would forget that they were under orders.

"Dean…" Sam coughed as he realized that his brother was watching their antics form the entryway, his face a mask of emotions. Dean's eyes reflected pain, concern, and finally an emotion that Sam had never seen directed at him before…jealousy. He stood and quickly extricated himself from between the kids and moved to his own brother looking a bit lost and extremely sad sitting in his wheelchair.

"Hey, the kids want to take this room, if that's okay with you?" he wondered that if he went ahead and let Dean have the final say, then maybe he would stop looking at Sam like a traitor.

Dean forced a smile and nodded his approval before he slowly wheeled himself out of the door and started rolling toward his own room.

Sam saw the grimace of pain as Dean reached down toward the wheel of his chair, Shit, his fucking shoulder. Sam realized with a sudden pang of guilt. He rushed to the back of Dean's chair and took over the propulsion as he called over his shoulder, "Guys, bedtime."

"Okay, night Sam…" Cameron called.

"Night dad." Cole called after them.

They rolled into Dean's room and Sam helped Dean out of the chair and onto the edge of his bed.

"Think he means that?" Dean whispered.

Sam leaned down to help remove the white slippers from Dean's feet, "Yeah, Dean. I think he does."

Dean nodded, "What about Cam?"

Sam heard the wistful quality of his brother's voice and his heart clenched for him, "Dean, he will get there. Just give him some time."

"Okay, thanks Sam."

Sam smiled and helped Dean changed and got him settled into the bed, handing him the pain meds that the doctor had insisted he take, or else he wouldn't sleep.

"Sam…thanks for saving them…and me." He managed around a large yawn as his eyes started to droop shut.

Sam leaned over and carded his long fingers through Dean's short blonde hair, "Always Dean.

TBC…

Author's Note: So the boys are back in the 'cave' and the kids have arrived. Let the fun begin. The boys are going to start school and Sam and Dean will still have to try and work with Kevin on the gates of hell. It should be an interesting time.

Thanks for the reviews, and again I'm so sorry for anyone that is upset over the death of CJ, it wasn't vindictive…I promise.

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