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

So here's chapter fourteen all done and dusted for you!

I had loads of chapter prewritten but I've used them all now so now I'm back to square one! I think I can kiss my evening goodbye now

Still its worth it because I love this story. Its definitely my favourite followed closely by Witch Hunt!

Hopefully you'll enjoy it

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

A Discovery is made…

Overall Romances

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

Romance for this chapter

Mentions of Dean Winchester / Tansy Winchester (OFC)

Chapter Fourteen

1st November 2005

17:35 PM

Sylvania Bridge

Jericho

California

Dean Winchester's point of view

The water was freezing cold; weighing him down from the moment his body connected with it, dragging him beneath the surface so the current could batter at him. The effect left him dizzy and disoriented as he struggled desperate to gather his bearings enough to calm him self before his panic made him do something stupid, like release the air he had managed to breath into his lungs when he had realised he was falling directly into the fast moving river below.

The sound of roaring grew in his ears as he flipped him self around, cursing in his mind that he had chosen to wear his leather jacket due to the weather turning colder, he should have kept his lighter jacket on, at least it wouldn't have been such a dead weight on him. A glimmer caught his attention and he glanced up, peering through the darkness surrounding him to see a small round orb of light in the distance. The moon, if the moon was there then that meant the surface and fresh air were in that direction as well.

The currents were strong whipping his body about but Dean had always been a strong swimmer when he was growing up, having his first swimming lesson when he was three and proving him self to be a natural at it. He had always been able to hold his breath longer under water then either Sam or his dad had ever managed to do, a talent he was suddenly extremely thankful he had.

His foot brushed against the bottom of the river bed, he closed his eyes briefly in relief, pressing his boot against it and hunching his body down, using the soft, muddy ground to push against and propel him self towards the surface, swimming against the currents until he emerged into the cold night air, sputtering and gasping for breath as he looked around him. He coughed, spitting out the dirty water from his mouth before he reached a shaky hand to his face and dragged it down it, clearing mud and water from his eyes and clearing his vision. He glanced around him, his eyes landing on the bank to the side of him, breathing a silent sigh of relief he kicked off towards it, shooting through the water like a fish.

"Dean? Dean! Damn it answer me Dean, Dean? Are you down there?" He could heat Sam's voice over the roaring of the water, each syllable sounding more panicky then the previous one. If he wasn't careful then Sam would end up diving in after him meaning that Dean would have to enter the water to save him. Entering the river once was enough there was no way in hell he was going back in there again.

"What? Can't you see I'm a little busy here Sammy!" he yelled back, clawing at the mud as he scrambled onto the bank, collapsing against it. He was exhausted from his struggle. He tilted his head back slightly, glancing towards the top of the bridge, his eyes immediately focusing on his brother. Sam was clinging to the main metal frame which supported the bridge, he was clearly holding on for dear life as he leaned over, his eyes fixed on Dean where he lay on the bank, recovering.

"Thank God" Sam called down to him, concern in his voice. "Are you alright down there?" he demanded. Dean resisted rolling his eyes with difficulty at his brother's question. Shaking his head he rolled over onto his back, resting his head against the squishy mud, staring up at the dark sky above him, his eyes lingering on the full moon with a fond look. He definitely owed the moon one. "Dean? Are you still conscious down there?" Sam called again.

Dean breathed out noisily, forcing his protesting body to move. He lifted his arm up and made an A-OK sign with his hand so his brother could see it before he spoke.

"Oh yeah I'm super Sam, this is all in a days work remember."

He smiled slightly when he heard the sound of Sam's relieved laughter echo down to him on the still air before his brother moved, pulling him self up using the pole and climbing over the barrier to safety. Dean knew he should make a move as well but he couldn't bring him self to do it. His limbs felt heavy as though they were made of stone, he was cold, he was exhausted and all he could think about was the fact that Tansy was going to have his hide for doing something as reckless as jumping over the edge of a bridge without having a back up plan. He could already picture the horrified expression on her face when he arrived back at their hotel room, covered in wet mud and smelling like shit. The minute she found out he had been caught under water in a current stream she would probably freak out. Grabbing him and kissing the life out of him before she smacked him round the back of the head for being stupid and kicking him towards the bathroom for a shower, telling him to stay there until he was sure that every last bit of dirt was gone.

"Are you coming Dean or are you planning on staying down there forever?" Sam shouted down to him, his head appearing over the side of the bridge again. "Are you injured or something? Do you need me to come down there and give you a hand Dean because the way down isn't that steep from what I can see" Sam offered, the concern back in his voice as he glanced off to the side of him, probably looking at the way down.

"I'm fine Sam" Dean yelled back "You stay up there with the car in case that Bitch tried to use baby against us again. I love my car but I don't want to be squished by her."

"Ok then, if you're sure" Sam yelled back, disappearing from view again.

Dean grunted, rolling onto his front and using the rocks and grass to pull him self to his feet. He was shivering in the cold wind but he ignored it, stumbling over the uneven ground to the bank which Sam must have been talking about. Stopping at the bottom, he glanced up at it and snorted out loud.

Not steep his ass. The thing was almost vertical.

Shaking his head, Dean rolled his shoulders back, loosening the tense muscles before he stepped back several paces so he was almost back at the river. He took in a deep breath, his eyes narrowing in concentration and took a run at it, leaping at it and scrambling up using his own momentum to get him half way. He fell forward at that point, cursing as he clutched at the ground to halt his fall, he pulled him self, wincing when the sharp stone cut into the skin of his palm and cursing Constance Welch for everything he was worth.

"Give me your hand Dean" Dean glanced up at the voice, surprised to see that Sam was standing just slightly above him, hunched down with his hand out stretched towards him, the other hand wrapped around a tree branch for balance. "Don't just stare at me Dean, give me your hand unless you want to try it again from the bottom because that's where you're about to end up from the look of it." Sam remarked firmly. Dean searched his face for a moment before he shrugged his shoulder, bracing him self and making a leap forward, gripping Sam's hand tightly the moment it made contact with his. Sam grunted at the suddenly extra weight on him, grimacing from the effort as he slowly stood up, pulling Dean up with him and towards the top of the bank. Dean scrambled up the rest of the way until he was safe on the side of the road, he rested there for a moment, down on his hands and knees as he breathed in deeply before he forced him self to his feet. He was aware of Sam watching him carefully, probably trying to see whether Dean had been lying to him about being hurt but he ignored him.

He had far more important things to worry about at that second, like what state his car was going to be in? If Constance Welch had scratched or damaged his baby in any way then he was going to make sure that she paid for it dearly. He wasn't sure exactly how he would make a spirit pay but he wouldn't rest until he had found a way.

"Thanks Sam" Dean muttered, heading onto the bridge and jogging towards his car which was park haphazardly near to the barrier, he started circling around it as soon as he reached it. The impala looked okay at first glance, her paintwork was still as good as ever and Dean couldn't make out any damage to the metal work. He ran his hand over the roof before he headed to the front of the car and opened the hood up, glancing down at the engine carefully. Definitely no damage to it which was a relief considering how difficult it was to get an engine for his car these days.

"Everything ok with the car? No damage or anything? We're not, you know stranded out here?" Sam asked as he joined him at the car. Dean slammed the hood down, eyes skirting the car one final time before he shook his head and spoke.

"Yeah whatever she did to the car it seems to be alright now" he stated, his eyes narrowing "That Constance chick was a complete and utter bitch" he shouted, not caring that she probably couldn't hear him. He leaned back against the hood of the car, breathing out softly as he closed his eyes for a moment. If he had wanted a shower before hand then it was nothing to how badly he wanted one now. He opened his eyes, tilting his head towards Sam curiously. The other boy was staring down to the end of the bridge, hands jammed into his pockets with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"That's something then" Sam remarked. "It's pretty damn clear that she doesn't want us digging around down here that's for sure which can only mean that we're on the right track. Constance Welch is the person we're after" he commented, Dean bit down on his lower lip and nodded in agreement, watching as Sam settled down next to him, glancing at Dean from the corner of his eyes "So any bright ideas on where the job goes from here now genius?" he asked.

Dean swallowed, throwing his hand up in the air and smacking them down against his thighs. He wrinkled his nose up and breathed out, flicking his hands out to clear the mud from them with a sound of disgust.

"We'll figure something out" Dean remarked with a sigh. Sam remained silent for a moment before he turned to him, his nose wrinkling up in disgust.

"You know you smell like you've been bathing in a toilet" he remarked casually.

"Thanks for that Captain Obvious" Dean retorted, shaking his head as he forced him self to his feet, turning to look at Sam who was watching him with a smile. "Look we're clearly not going to find anything more out here tonight especially since we found what we needed. Constance is the one who is killing or taking these men from their cars. We just need to figure out why? Once we've figured that out then we find where she was buried and we burn the bitch's remains, ending her once and for all. Hell you never know Sammy we might be done here by tomorrow evening if we're lucky" he said, leaning over and rubbing his hand over the hood of his car when he noticed the mud which must have transferred from his clothes. He was definitely going to have to clean his baby before they left this town, there was no way in hell he was going to drive her about when she wasn't pristine and looking at her best.

"When have we ever been lucky?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow. Dean ignored him, heading to the driver's side and putting the key into the lock, turning it and opening the door. He looked down at the seat for a moment before he headed to the back of the car, opening the trunk up; he searched through it, grinning when he pulled out the blanket which they kept in the trunk for James. He headed back to his side and lent into the car, spreading the blanket over his seat so it was covered before he slid in and slammed the door shut behind him. He glanced to the side to see Sam giving him a disbelieving look.

"What?" he demanded. Sam shook his head, leaning over and pinching the soft blanket in-between his thumb and forefinger

"Really Dean?" he stated raising an eyebrow at him before he slammed his own door close.

"Don't you look at me like that" Dean said, jabbing his finger towards Sam. "There is no way in hell that I'm getting mud over my baby's leatherwork. Have you any idea how long it would take me to clean it off from it?" he demanded.

"No of course not Dean" Sam agreed "You're just getting it over the blanket which belongs to your actual baby instead. Isn't that James's blanket? Remember him, cute little kid with big blue eyes?" he queried. Dean glanced away from Sam's face to look at the pale blue blanket he was sitting on and shrugged, ignoring the feeling of guilt which bloomed in his stomach. The blanket was one of James's favourite possessions.

"Look its not like he's gonna notice its gone Sammy. He's two years old besides I'm not gonna leave it this way. I'll put it in the wash when we get home and it will be completely brand new again, Jago won't notice the difference"

"You hope he doesn't realise" Sam countered. "I'd be more worried about Tansy finding out about it if I was you, somehow I think if she found out she would kick your ass" Dean froze at his brother's words before he winced, carefully hiding it from Sam's watchful eyes.

"Tans will understand it's only for a day or two anyway" Dean said after a pause. Sam nodded, his expression making it clear that he didn't believe a word of what Dean was saying.

"You're the one who knows her best" Sam remarked.

There was a silence before Dean shook the thought off and stuck the key into the ignition turning it on. He listened carefully to the engine for a moment, trying to pick up anything which might have sounded slightly off but there was nothing. The car sounded just as good as it had done before it became possessed.

"Remind me to give the car a tune up on Monday after we've dropped you off. I can do it during the afternoon before we head off to dinner" he remarked, Sam glanced towards him, a relieved look in his eyes though he merely shrugged

"Yeah maybe if I remember to" Sam answered.

Dean rolled his eyes and hit the accelerator heading off of the bridge and back onto the main road which would take them towards Jericho and the motel they were staying at for the evening. They had been driving for about ten minutes when Sam reached out and unwound his window, sticking his face towards it and sucking in some loud pointed breathes, fanning the cold air towards Dean with his hands.

"Bite me Bitch." Dean remarked, rolling his eyes as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, ignoring the sound of Sam's laughter. He turned to him. "Now you know exactly how I used to feel when you would get gassy on me. I don't remember you making such a massive deal about it then and trust me when I say that you smelt worst then I do now"

"Whatever" Sam scoffed "At least I didn't smell like shit" he pointed out.

"No you merely smelt as though something had crawled up your ass and died there, most likely over come by the fumes you produce on a regular basis." Dean retorted, grinning when Sam stuck up his middle finger at him before he spoke. "First thing we'll do when we get to the motel is get you your room" he remarked, glancing towards Sam with a raised eyebrow when Sam made a surprised noise.

"I'm getting my own room? I'd assumed we would end up sharing or something?" Sam remarked. Dean shook his head.

"No room Sammy" he pointed out. "James will have the second bed in our room to sleep in and I highly doubt you'd want to climb into bed with me and Tansy mainly because that would be creepy as hell so unless you want the floor then its your own room, isn't that what you want?" he asked in confusion, glancing quickly at Sam before he turned his attention back to the road.

"Definitely" he answered feelingly "I was going to suggest it to you anyway'"

"Awesome, that's settled then" Dean remarked "I'll pay for your room on my credit card, I don't want there to be anything here which can tie you to this place if things go sour, not with your big law interview coming up anyway" he remarked, licking his lips, he immediately gagged on the taste of mud which entered his mouth. "And I am seriously going to use your shower as well as soon as we get there. Tansy would have my hide if I go to our room like this" he commented, shaking his head and smiling when Sam laughed again.

"I'd pay to see her kick your ass" Sam remarked. Dean snorted.

"Never gonna happen Sammy" Dean answered, hitting the indicator and pulling onto the car park of the motel they were staying at. He parked up and exited the car, turning back and lifting James's blanket off of the seat. He gently folded it up, holding it lightly in his hand before he glanced up to see Sam watching him with a strange expression on his face. "What is it?" he demanded curiously.

"It's nothing Dean, just ignore me, it's been a long day already" Sam answered, slamming his door shut and looking towards the reception area. Dean watched him for a moment before he shrugged.

"Let's go then, I can hear that shower calling to me now" he commented, leading the air towards the reception. He pulled his wallet from his jacket pocket, saying a silent prayer of thanks that he hadn't put it in his pocket like back on the bridge.

He yanked open the door, holding it open for Sam who automatically thanked him before Dean stepped forward, stopping in front of the old man at the counter and throwing his fake credit card down on the guest list book which the man had open in front of him. Dean glanced down, skimming the list, his eyes dropping on the reservation which Tansy had made, noticing that she had used her middle name and maiden name again, the same way she always did when she booked their room. He tilted his head slightly, reading the room number so he would know which room to go to.

He glanced up and spoke, meeting the old man's pale blue eyes.

"One room please"

The old man searched his face for a moment, his eyes dropping to take in the state of Dean's clothes before he shrugged, leaning forward and picking up the credit card from the book. He glanced down at it, reading the name before he looked back up at Dean with a questioning frown on his face.

"So are you guys having a reunion with each other or something?" he asked curiously as he began filling in the details from the card into the book.

"What do you mean exactly? What reunion?" Sam asked from behind Dean, Dean waited for the older man to answer. The old man remained quiet for a moment finishing his task before he looked back up at them both.

"Well I have that other guy Burt Aframian staying here as well, he came in a week or so ago and brought out one of my rooms for the entire month. I assume when I saw the surname that you're related, I mean it's not exactly a common name is it" the man pointed out.

Dean's eyes widened as he turned back to meet Sam's surprise gaze.

Their Dad had been there

Author Note

Thanks for reading!