Reunion

By

Ava Brett

Disclaimer

The characters of Sam and Dean Winchester do not belong to me; they belong to the creator of supernatural which you know isn't me.

The characters of Tansy and James Winchester however do belong to me so please do not use them without my permission.

As usual I am only using the characters for my own entertainment purposes not for anything else

Author Note

Here's the next chapter for you all!

I can't believe that the overall length of this story so far is over eighty pages! Its madness and I'm still only about half way through it all!

There is a point in this chapter near the end where the story touches briefly on what Dean was doing during the time he was away from both John and Sam when it was just him and Tansy and of course later on James. This is something which will be touched on in the other stories which will follow this one and will be a major point in some of them.

That's right I've decided to make this into a series and to go on for as long as I have the interest to so after this story there will be the next story which will be based on Wendigo so hopefully, you'll all stick with me!

Anyway please enjoy

Overall Summary

When Sam left for Stanford it never occurred to him that life would go on without him, now his brother is back, needing his help in locating their father but he isn't alone. Sam needs to figure out where he stands now and decide once and for all whether he is a Winchester of not.

Chapter Summary

Constance Welch aged twenty four…

Overall Romances

Dean Winchester/Tansy Winchester (OFC), Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore and Troy Squire/Amy Hein

Romance for this chapter

Dean Winchester / Tansy Winchester (OFC)


Chapter Twelve


1st November 2005

14:50 PM

Jericho Central Library

Jericho

California


Dean Winchester's Point of View


"I'm telling you, if there was something which happened on that highway, some sort of weird death or murder or whatever then there's gonna be something written about it in the local paper. I mean a small town like this? It's the kinda of thing they eat up; a suspicious death has got to be huge news to them." Dean remarked as he pushed open the door to the Jericho central library, shivering under the sudden cold blast of air which hit him directly in the face. Why the hell they had the air condition on when it was November and cold outside was beyond Dean. Having the heating on made sense but this, this was just small town madness to him.

He shook it off, looking around him with a searching look, a smile coming to his face when he saw the old fashioned computer situated at the far end of the room, it wasn't as advanced as he was used to using but Dean could overlook it. It did what he wanted and that was all that he cared about at that moment in time. If they could find an article then they would be one step closer to solving the hunt and one step closer to locating their father and heading back home.

"Are you two okay doing the researching by yourselves for a bit?" Tansy asked as she absently wiped her feet against the entrance mat with a quick glance around the near empty room. "I'm gonna quickly change Jago's nappy and then take him over to the children's library while you get on, with it. Not only will it keep him occupied while you search but also he deserves a treat for being so well behaved today, don't you little man?" she said with a soft smile as she stepped up beside Dean and reached out, wrapping her arms around their son and taking him from his father. Dean watched as she bent her head and kissed James' temple, running a soft hand over his hair before she looked back towards him and Sam with a warning look on her face. "Let me know if you find anything at all ok?" she said, her eyes focusing on Dean's, before she looked back at their son, a warm smile coming to her face as she bounced him up and down lightly in her arms. "Say goodbye to Daddy and Uncle Sammy Jago" she said.

"Bye Daddy" James replied happily giving them a small wave "Bye Unc' Sammy."

"See ya later little man, make sure you're a good boy for mummy and take good care of her ok?" Dean remarked with a grin, watching as Tansy turned away from them and headed across the room towards the door which was marked as the toilets. He sighed, reaching up and rubbing at the bridge of his nose wishing not for the first time that day that he could grab a quick cat nap or failing that down a litre of black coffee just to keep him going.

Shaking his head he lowered his arm, turning to face Sam and stopping when he saw the stunned look on his brother's face.

"What's up with you?" he demanded, twisting round so he could look around the room, as far as he could see there was nothing about the place which was out of the ordinary, certainly nothing which could have placed that look on Sam's face. "Sam? You with me?" he asked with growing concern as he reached out and placed his hand on the younger man's shoulder giving him a small shake to snap him out of it.

Sam suddenly blinked, his eyes focusing on Dean as though he was coming out of a deep trance, shock and surprise mingling together in his expression, Dean raised an eyebrow and waited for Sam to speak to him.

"James… he called me Uncle Sammy" he said faintly after a moment of silence. Dean blinked before he nodded slowly.

"Well… since you kinda are his Uncle Sammy it sorta makes sense that he calls you that" Dean replied carelessly with a shrug. "What else would he call you? Auntie Samantha because you know if that's what you'd prefer to be called then I'm sure we could arrange that, Jago is a smart boy, he'll soon pick up on it." he teased, laughing when Sam shoved him lightly away from him.

"Don't you dare" Sam threatened, running a hand through his hair "I don't know I was just surprised by it that's all but you know Uncle Sammy sorta has a nice ring to it" he answered, a small smile coming to his face. Dean shrugged.

"I personally prefer Auntie Samantha" Dean commented with a wink before he rubbed his cold hands together. "Jesus its cold, I don't know about you but I've no desire to freeze to the freaking spot while you finish having a mini break down so let's head over and grab that computer before some teenage brat takes it and spends the next hour or so reading crap fan fiction on it."

"Who knew that you even knew what fan fiction was" Sam remarked with a laugh as he shoved his hands into his coat pocket. Dean glanced back at him over his shoulder, pulling a face at him before he headed over to the computer aware of his brother following him.

Dean slid into the computer chair and quickly booted the machine up, waiting while it warmed up, Sam had taken the seat next to him but he appeared to be deep in thought leaving the pair of them in a surprisingly comfortable silence. When the computer had logged up Dean brought up the newspaper archive search and staring at it thoughtfully for a moment. He bit the inside of his cheek lightly, rolling his shoulders back to loosen his muscle before he got to work.

Going by the information Amy and Rachel had told them he typed in 'Female murder hitchhiker' and hit the go button, making a sound of surprise when the query came up with no articles, without hesitating he highlighted the word hitchhiker and replaced it with Centennial Highway sending off the request only for it to come back with a negative response again. Either the girls had provided them with rubbish Intel or Dean was missing something, something which was really obvious. He just couldn't figure out what it could be.

"Let me try" Sam stated, reaching out his hand for the keyboard. Dean smacked the hand away from him in annoyance, not bothering to look towards Sam as he focused his full attention on the screen in front of him. Everything the girls had said, had fitted in perfectly, even the way the men all disappeared without trace sounded right.. "Seriously Dean I-"Sam began to say, an undercurrent of annoyance to his voice.

"Thanks for the offer and all Sammy but I've got this one" Dean interrupted, nibbling at his lower lip. He made a sound of annoyance when his computer chair was suddenly shoved away from the desk and the keyboard. "Seriously dude" Dean said, dragging his chair back to the computer and smacking Sam hard on the shoulder. "Still as big a control freak as even I see" he commented, Sam breathed out noisily staring at the screen intently as he nibbled on his lower lip thoughtfully.

"Right so angry spirits are born out of a violent death normally, like a murder or something similar to that, some sort of act which makes the spirit feel as though they've been robbed of their life too early right?" Sam asked Dean, glancing over at him with his fingers poised over the keyboard as he waited for an answer. Dean shot him a suspicious look before he slowly nodded his agreement.

"That tends to be the general idea yeah" Dean agreed. "I mean the dead are pissed off and can't accept that they are dead so they refuse to pass over. Normally its because they feel as though they still have something left here which they need to do but lets me honest its always only a matter of time before the spirit turns angry for some reason, maybe they can't do the thing they wanted to or they see their loved one move on and it makes them angry and when they turn angry they tend to turn violent and people around them tend to either end up hurt of dead. It's always the same way" Dean said, pinching at his lower lip before he released the hold and turned to Sam, a serious expression on his face. "What are you thinking in your oversized brain?" he asked.

"I'm thinking that a violent death doesn't necessarily have to be murder" Sam remarked, Dean frowned as Sam highlighted the word murder and replaced it instead with suicide before he clicked the okay button. One single article came up.

"Good job Sammy" Dean stated, slapping his hand across the top of Sam's back. "You know I would have found it if your control freak tendencies hadn't have taken over yet again." He pointed out, shaking his head with a roll of his eyes when Sam looked over at him with a smug look.

"Sure you would have Dean, it just would have taken you an hour or so" Sam remarked teasingly, looking away as he clicked the link to bring up the newspaper article. Dean ignored Sam's comment, leaning forward and quickly scanning the words as Sam spoke. "It was written in 1981 so that's twenty four years ago."

"Yeah and that was right about the time that the first man went missing" Dean remarked. "So this suicide definitely coincides with our time frame" he pointed out Sam nodded his head, before he leaned forward and began reading out loud from the article.

"Constance Welch, twenty four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge. She drowns in the river beneath, apparently according to the ME of the time, she smacked her head on the rocks when she fell and then it was lights out for her permanently" he commented.

Dean looked at the picture of the woman; she was surprisingly pretty with a bright hopeful smile, long dark hair and laughing dark eyes. She looked happy, not the sort of person who six months later would take their own life. Dean swallowed, glancing over his shoulder, his eyes focusing on his wife and son as Tansy read to James, the small boy seated securely in her lap helping Tansy to turn the pages of the book. Constance had been the same age as Tansy was now when she died. It was a thought which made him feel sick inside.

"Does it say why she killed her self?" Dean asked, turning to look at Sam again.

"Yeah the article gives a reason for it." Sam answered quietly, reaching out and running his hand through his hair.

"What reason?" Dean demanded, pulling out his small notebook from his jacket pocket and opening it to a clear page, he uncapped his pen and began jotting down some key notes from the article while Sam spoke.

"Apparently about an hour before they found her body Constance has made a call to 911. Her two kids were both in the bath tub bathing and she left them a moment to go and get something from another room. When she came back into the bathroom both of them weren't breathing. They were both dead, most likely drowned."

Dean raised an eyebrow, his eyes fixed on the picture of Constance as he tapped his pen against the surface of the table.

"Wait, so you're telling me that both kids died within minutes of each other, both of them drowned in the bath tub?" he asked suspiciously. "Does the article say how old they both were?" he demanded, Sam shot him a puzzled look before he leaned towards the screen and quickly skimmed the article for a second time.

"It doesn't say" he replied "Why do you ask?"

"It just seems dodgy Sam; one kid might drown, that I can almost believe but two kids within minutes of each other? Especially if they are older then say three? It just doesn't seem right somehow" he said before he breathed out noisily. "Does the article say anything else in it which might help at all?" he queried.

"Our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it said husband Joseph Welch"

"Makes you wonder where he was the night all of this went down" Dean remarked absently, leaning forward and looking closely at the large picture the article had featured of the grieving husband. "Is it just me Sammy boy of does that bridge in the background look a bit familiar to you?" he asked, lifting his hand and using his pen to point at the picture, his gaze flickering to Sam as the younger man nodded.

"That's the bridge from earlier where they found Troy's car" Sam answered, Dean reached up and rubbed at his face tiredly.

"How much exactly do you want to bet that there is exactly five miles from where those two kids drowned and that bridge" he asked. "At least we know where to head to next, we've got to back there and check it out and maybe we'll see something the police didn't know we have a general idea about what we're looking for and potentially dealing with."

"Well its just gone past three PM now" Sam said, looking down at his watch. "Do you want to go and check it out while we still have some light?" he queried.

"Could do, the sooner we-"

"Daddy!"

Dean glanced down to the side of him, a grin coming to his face when he saw James standing by his chair, reaching his arms up to him with an impatient look on his face. He bent down and picked him up, cuddling James close to his body for a moment. God he couldn't imagine what it would be like, entering a room and seeing James dead and lifeless in it. It was one of his worst nightmares come to life and one which he experienced nightly.

"Hey there little man" Dean commented, tightening his hold on his son. "What are you doing over here? Have you managed to give Mummy the slip or something?" he asked. James leaned back so he could peer into Dean's face, a wide grin on his face as he nodded, looking extremely proud of him self.

"Yes" he responded.

"Poor mummy" Dean said with a sigh as he shook his head at his son, ignoring Sam's gaze, he could just picture the disbelieving look on his brother's face in his mind. "You know James, mummy is probably worried about you, shall you and me and Uncle Sammy go over there and see her and make her happy again?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, a smile coming to his face when James copied the action.

"Yes Daddy" James responded, leaning forward and wrapping his arms and legs tightly around Dean. Dean grunted getting to his feet and adjusting his hold on James, making sure the small boy was comfortable.

"You coming?" he asked Sam when he realised that his brother was still seated at the computer desk doing something on the screen.

"Yeah Dean, I'll meet you over there in a minute or two, I'm just gonna print this article out so we've got a copy to put on the file" he commented, glancing up at Dean who nodded at him.

"Good thinking" he replied before he turned and headed over to the brightly coloured corner of the room where Tansy was still sitting, several open books littered around her. She watched them coming with a soft smile on her face, waiting until they were close before she spoke.

"There you are James" she said. "I see you managed to find Daddy then" James nodded, smiling at them both.

"He was with Unc Sammy" James answered, pointing over Dean's shoulder to where the computer was. Sam had disappeared towards the counter no doubt to retrieve or pay for the print out.

"Good boy" she answered, her gaze rising to meet Dean's. "Any luck with finding something which fits the bill? Were they right?" she asked curiously, a pleased look coming to his face when he nodded.

"Constance Welch, she's a suicide victim from 1981. Looks like she could be the girl we're looking for" he stated. "Sam's just printing out the newspaper article now."

"What happened to her?" Tansy asked. Dean shrugged.

"She decided to take a little dive off of the bridge we saw earlier. We should probably head over there soon and check it out, what do you think?" he asked. Tansy considered his suggestion for a moment before she shook her head.

"You and Sam go and check it out Dean, I'm gonna go to that motel we passed earlier and get us a room for the night. I'm thinking that it will be best if Sam has a room to him self, I'm sure the last thing he wants to do is share with us so I'll leave that to the pair of you to sort out when you get back to the bridge later on. I'll get James fed and bathed and ready for bed tonight and then I'll call the others and see what's been happening while we've been away dealing with this. I'll call Caitlin to let her know we're not finished so she doesn't send us anything. You haven't received anything have you? Have you even checked your phone yet?" she asked.

Dean frowned, moving James so he could reach into his pocket and pulled out a second mobile, flipping it open and scanning the messages he had quickly.

"Nothing major" he answered. "Just a few messages asking where we are and how things are going, you know the usual stuff. Tim wants a call back but that's probably because he wants to brag about his latest hunt and that's a conversation which can wait." He said, flipping the phone down and pushing it back into his pocket before he lowered James to the floor, his gaze fixed on Tansy with a troubled expression. "Should I tell Sam about all of this Tans? You know about the Round Table and everything?" he asked.

Tansy breathed in deeply, searching his eyes for a moment before she sighed, shrugging her shoulder at him before speaking.

"I hate to say it Dean but there's no point if Sam isn't sticking around" she pointed out gently. "He's made it clear from the beginning that once tomorrow has ended then he's out of here whether the hunt is finished or not and I don't think he has much intention of returning to this life,. That's his choice and we can only respect it, however much you might think it sucks."

Dean nodded, sinking onto his knees on the floor.

"Yeah, he just wants to get back to his normal life again" Dean remarked, a bitter tone coming to his voice. "At least we'll be having dinner with them on Monday, that's something. I mean hopefully this time around Sam won't shut us out of his life, not now that he knows James exists anyway."

Tansy scooted forward so she was in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against him as she stared into his trouble eyes.

"Sam would be a complete and utter idiot if he lets either of you go Dean" she stared firmly before she bridged the gap between them and kissed him. Dean's eyes drifted close as he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him while his free hand cradled the back of her hair as he took control of the kiss, all thoughts of Sam and the hunt flying out of his head.

A loud coughing sound came from behind them, distracting them. Dean gently broke the kiss, turning his head so he could glance behind him, his eyes landing on Sam who looked back at him with an awkward expression which Dean found highly amusing.

"I've erm got the article printing out so I'm ready to go whenever you are" he commented. Dean nodded, turning back and kissing Tansy one more time before he forced himself to his feet.

"Yeah let's get out of here; we've a bridge to see."


Author Note

Can I just say how much I love writing scenes between Dean and James? I think writing Daddy Dean is one of my all time favourite things to do!

Anyway I hope you enjoyed it and I'm hoping to update this over the weekend. Now I know I'm continuing the series I really want to crack on!

Thanks for reading