So the story's actually come really far and I was positive I was gonna fall flat on my face lol. So because Its come so far I'm going to take some time in between chapters and edit more. Maybe even make them a bit longer. And as an answer to (Ruby's) guest review. I think maybe Sam will meet Gen after all, guess I'll have to think about it some more.
P.s When I use cussing in my stories I usually just do something like this (Sh*t). Because I'm paranoid my mom will find this... I usually don't but this is supernatural and Sam and Dean have there brotherly B*tch and Jerk moments.
I tensed as soon as we walked into the kitchen. John was sitting at the table, like always and reading the paper. I slung my arm around Sam's shoulders and steered him around. Unlike before John didn't look aggravated, he looked up and smiled at us. I nodded and lead Sam and Cas upstairs.
Upstairs the first thing I I did was plop down on my bed. "I'm gonna sleep forever", I mumbled into the covers.
"What happened to you guys", Sam asked grabbing a book off the shelve and climbing up beside me.
"Cas you first", I mumbled.
"Got tripped in the hall met a girl named Meg", He surmised, his brow was ceasing as he thought about something. Something probably completely unrelated to the topic.
I sat up staring at him. Castiel got picked on in school a lot, He was the perfect target, "Who tripped you".
"Some kid named Rodney I didn't see him but apparently he's a jerk to everyone", He answered taking off his trench coat and tossing it over a chair. Watching him I remembered I still had my jacket on. I tugged it off and tossed it.. somewhere into the open closet.
"What happened to you", Castiel asked.
"Ya know that girl Danny. Well some guy thinks I'm stealing her or something. Cornered me in the bathroom", I scoffed.
"Did you steal her", Sam asked. Great even my 11 year old brother knows my history. I always thought I had done a good job with Sam pretending I wasn't a complete jerk.
"I. Did. Not. Steal. Her ", I sighed loudly. With my brothers it was always hard to get the point across.
"Just asking", Sam mumbled under his breath. I smacked his shoulder lightly resulting in him punching my arm, there for I try and smother him with a pillow.
"Dean.. Stop I... Can't breath", He laughs trying to slip out of my grasp. Cas look at us amused before grabbing himself a book off the shelve and plopping own on his bed..
"Come on Cas you fifteen not thirty", Sam panted, wanting him to come join. He sometimes helps me gang up on Sam or vise versa. I held my brother down and pinned his arms on either side of his head and held him in place, "Say I'm the best big brother ever", I demand.
"Never", He laughs struggling even harder.
"Say It Sam", I said loudly.
"No", He yells. He kicked his legs up pushing us both off the bed and into a heap on the floor.
"Jerk", He groans.
"B*tch", I grin.
"Yeah, your both A-holes now will you get off the floor before John and Mary come up here", Cas sighs.
Sure enough."Boys you alright up there", Mary yells.
"Yes Ma'am", Me and Sam answered.
Foots steps pound up the stairs and me and Sam scramble up and climb up on the bed. Someone knocks on the door cousing Sam to look up at me with wide yes. We were to loud, now they were mad.
"Boys open up", John asks. I gulp and climb off the bed and open the door.
"What happened", He asks. He doesn't look angry.
"We were screwing around, fell off the bed", I shrugged casually, my heart was beating out of my chest.
"We'll be more care full. Um Mary wants you guys to come down stairs and eat now", He stats. I nod and look to Cas and Sam.
"Come on guys", They get up and Sam runs to me, I put my han on his sholder then give a short nod to Cas. It means be careful, short signals we've all learned to keep the grownups on are good sides. Were still careful, Marys nice I know that. But John is a wild card.
I lead the boys down stairs where Mary already had the table set and was dishing out mac and cheese onto the plates. I watched the boys shift uneasily away away from me and toward the kitchen door that lead to the back yard. They were uneasy and I got that. After my time in the marines I knew PTSD better than I cared to, and I'm pretty sure the boys did to.
"So sit down before It gets cold", My wife says brightly. They sit down, away from me and closer to Mary. Dean just stares at his food, eyes darting from the plate to me. Sam eats quietly, and Cas looked like he'd never had mac and cheese a day in his life.
"So", Mary starts. "How was school".
"Fine", Dean says bluntly.
"Yep", Castiel agrees.
"I liked it", Sam says smiling slightly.
"I'm glad. And come on guys something had to have happened", She pushed looking at the two oldest boys. She wanted this to work, so did I. But were we really gonna be able to get through to them. Are visit today with the social worker flashed through my mind. They were worried I'd be someone like Max. I'd never hurt a child and If I knew where this Max guy was I'd bust his teeth in.
"Cas met a girl", Dean smirked quietly. Castiel looked at him quickly, his face heating up. "Meg..wasn't that her name Cas, She flirted with him all day", Dean exclaimed. Mary laughed a little and Sam looked grossed out.
Castiel's face heated up and he looked angry."Dean almost got into a fight in the bathrooms", Castiel blurted out. With wide eyes I focused in more on the two boys. I was the on one who informed Mary that nothing could happen on the first day. The social worker had warned us Dean had some trouble at school but on the first day.
"Almost", He quickly defends himself, "Nothing happened and I didn't start it", He said in mono tone. Sounds like he's preformed this speech before.
"Yeah, Dean said the guy cornered him in the bathroom. He started it", Sam stated defending his brother. Its been not two seconds since we sat down that things were already getting out of hand.
I watched Dean as he glared angrily at Castiel who looked sorry he'd opened his mouth. Mary looked a little shocked while Sam looked scared, but was trying to hide it.
"Alright, I think that's enough. Dean try and stay out of harms way. Cas think before you say anything, and yes Sam we know it wasn't Dean's fault", I said hoping to calm things down. Sam relaxed right away, more trusting than his brother. Castiel mouthed something to Dean who just turned his head towards his food.
The phone rang successfully breaking the silence. I got up from my chair before Mary in hopes of escaping the tension building at the table.
"The Winchesters, the Colts and a Novak", I said drily into the phone.
"Got some new foster kids I assume", Samuel Campbell's voice said coming through the speaker. I clenched my fists at my sides, sucking in a breath. Just the person to make me even more stressed.
"Yes we have. What do you want", I said a little more hostile than meaning to.
"I wanted to speak to Mary", He informed.
"Alright", I sighed handing the phone over to her. She had moved to stand beside me a second ago.
"Hey Dad", She said happily. I watched her face twist up as she thought.
"Um.. I'm not sure that's a good idea. We just got a new placement and I'm not su-", Then she was cut off.
She nodded and bit her lip.
"I'll talk to John and see what he thinks", She sighed. That was never a good sign.
My gut was already twisting. Samuel Campbell hated me ever since I had married his daughter at nineteen. I'll admit we were a little young but were still together all these years later and should have let it go by now.
"All right I love you too. Goodbye", Then she hung up and put the phone back on its base.
"So.. Dad wants we to come up tomorrow and visit", She winced.
"Mary.. I have to work late tomorrow there would be no one here when the boys got home", I said aggravated. He obviously manipulated her.
"Dean and Castiel are fifteen, Surly they can keep and eye on Sam for a few hours", She said glancing at them. They were already finished and were talking quietly between themselves.
"I know that but, what if", I didn't know how to voice my concerns. They could decide to run away or get hurt. The house could catch on fire, we've known these kids for three days who knows what there capable of.
"What if Dean went to work with you at the garage", She suggested. It was possible but what about the other boys.
"And Sam and Cas", I asked.
"They could come with me. I doubt Dean would like it very much", She suggested.
"Dean... let you take Sam and Cas to some random strangers house", I said unconvinced. It seemed to me Dean wouldn't ever be voluntarily separated from his brother.
"If he lets Sam go to school run by complete strangers it should be no problem. Besides I think he's realized I'm not going to do anything", She said with excitement creeping in her voice.
I knew she was right and I was a little jealous. Mary had a way with kids that made them feel safe. But with me, I was big and scary to them, I reminded them of sick foster fathers.
"We can try", I said defeated.
I turned to look at the blond headed teenager sitting at the table talking with his youngest brother. Telling him some story about about children that lived in a train car. It had sunk in awhile ago today that Dean has raised his brother all by himself. Sam was virtually Dean's. But Dean himself is still a child and it was gonna be difficult to convince him that Sam wasn't his responsibility to care for all by himself anymore, Dean was a brother not a father. Maybe some time away from each other would be healthy, if we could convince him.
So yeah sorry I haven't updated in a bit. It never fails that every year my birthday somehow turns into a week long event.