AUTHOR'S NOTE: TheWanderer23, Tamilyn313, AgentOstrovich, melken, Lexie Lou, Marryzinha Black, Ponygirlrunner25, Claire, Thank you for leaving reviews and comments! This is a really fun story to write, because I have to think of each situation from different perspectives. When I'm writing a character, I get into their mindset so that I can write from their point of view, which in this case is a teen-ager. But then I also consider things from a parent's PV, how I would deal with a situation as a parent, and then how John Winchester would react. It's a great writing exercise too! And yes, there is going to be jealousy on both sides, and angst of course- these are moody, hormonal teens, you know!
CONTENT WARNING for mild smut. Dean and Jane are alone for the first time in a while, what did you expect? So, question: IF there comes a point that the smut gets to be more than mild, and Dean and Jane "go all the way", is that something that will make readers uncomfortable? Do you want me to delineate the part of the chapter that will have the "R-rated action" somehow? Or not? Please let me know in the comments.
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I woke up hearing a loud metallic screeching and then a thump, and got out of bed to see what was making the noise.
I opened the bedroom door and looked out- Mr. Winchester was putting the cushions back on the sofa.
He noticed me as he stood up. "Sorry, I didn't realize how loud it would be, putting the bed back in. I can see if some oil on the hinges helps."
"That's okay," I said, coming into the living room.
He finished putting the cushions in place, and then pulled some clothes out of a duffle that was on the floor. He walked down the hall and I heard him say, "Boys, wake up. Time to get up for school," and then the bathroom door closed. A moment later the shower started to run.
I went into the kitchen and got out eggs and bacon, turned the burners on to heat the pans, and then made coffee. I laid strips of bacon into a frying pan and then scrambled eggs and poured them into the other pan.
The first batch of bacon was cooked when Dean came stumbling out, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "I smell bacon," he mumbled, sinking down into a kitchen chair.
"You like scrambled eggs?" I asked.
"Yeah," he yawned, and then stood up and walked over to the pantry. He brought out boxes of Lucky Charms and Corn Flakes, and then stopped next to me.
"Oh," he said, blinking at the stove.
"Eggs will be ready in a couple minutes," I said.
"Oh. We usually just have cereal in the morning." Dean got a bowl and spoon out, and walked over to the table.
I heard Mr. Winchester saying, "C'mon, Sammy, up and at 'em!" and then he came into the living room. He put his pajamas in the duffle and came over to the counter. "What's this?" he pulled the coffee carafe out of the machine. "You already made coffee?"
I poured the eggs into a serving dish. "Yeah, I hope it's good. I wasn't sure how strong you liked it."
He took a mug out of the cabinet and filled it, taking a sip. "Tastes fine to me."
I placed the dish on the table and then took the last slices of bacon out of the pan and set them on a plate. "It's all ready."
Mr. Winchester was looking at me. "You didn't have to do all this."
"It's what I did every morning for my sisters and brother," I shrugged, "so I'm used to it."
"Well, thank you," Mr. Winchester got a stack of plates out and some forks and carried them over to the table. He walked back down the hall, and I heard him say in a loud, deep voice, "Samuel! Get up NOW!" and the sound of a swat.
Sam's yelp was muffled. "Ow! Okayokay, I'm up!"
Dean chuckled and shook his head as he served himself eggs and bacon. "Sammy's really hard to wake up in the mornings."
Sam followed his dad out to the kitchen and slumped in a chair next to Dean, yawning and scratching his head. "We got eggs and bacon?" he asked blearily.
"Jane made us breakfast, so make sure you thank her," Mr. Winchester said. He shifted and pulled a small flat paper bag out of his pocket. "Forgot to give you these yesterday," he opened the bag and pulled some things out. He opened his hand and keys fell onto the table with a metallic clank. "Got copies of the door keys."
He pulled something else out- three small plastic key fobs that said "Kripke and Sons Hardware" on them. He began to thread a key onto one of the rings.
Dean picked up a key and stuck it in his pocket.
"Do you want one of these?" Mr. Winchester held up the key fob.
Dean shook his head, making a face.
"Don't lose it, if you do, we'll have to get a new door knob."
"I won't." Dean finished scarfing down his food and stood up, picking up his dishes and walking them over to the sink. He leaned over and grabbed another piece of bacon, and said, "Thanks for the chow, babe," and winked at me. Then he went into his room.
Sam ate slowly, staring off into the distance as he chewed a piece of bacon.
"You in there, kiddo?" Mr. Winchester asked him.
Sam looked at him. "Yeah. Can I have some coffee?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Sam got up and poured himself a mug, adding milk and sugar. Mr. Winchester slid a key fob over to him, and then began to put the last key on the fob. When he was finished, he set it in front of me.
"Thank you," I said timidly.
"Dean, are you almost ready? You need to be out there 10 minutes before the bus comes." Mr. Winchester called over his shoulder.
"Yeah, Dad!" Dean called back.
Sam finished eating and carried his plate and fork to the sink, then he left the room. I stood up and picked up the plate that the bacon had been on.
"I'll get this, you cooked breakfast, go sit down," Mr. Winchester said.
I went to my room to get dressed. When I came out, Dean was sitting on the sofa tying his shoes.
I walked over and sat next to him. "You nervous?" I asked.
He shrugged, glancing at me. "We've been to so many new schools, it's not a big deal anymore."
"Have fun."
He sat up and made a face. "I don't think that's gonna happen."
Mr. Winchester walked over to us. "Got your lunch money?"
Dean nodded, and stood up, shouldering a worn backpack. Mr. Winchester put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Have a good first day."
Dean made a face again as I stood up. I went over to him and hugged him. "Have a good day."
He hugged me back, leaning his head down and burying his nose in my hair for a moment. Finally we let go and stepped away from each other. "See ya," Dean said, and he left.
Mr. Winchester waked over to the door and stood there, looking out. I sat back down on the sofa and began to thumb through one of the pregnancy books. I few minutes later, I heard the rumble of a bus, and I realized what Mr. Winchester had been doing, he'd been watching Dean.
He turned as Sam came out to the living room. "You want me to wait with you, Sammy?"
Sam shook his head as he sat down to put his shoes on.
"Got your lunch money?" Mr. Winchester crossed over to the kitchen and poured himself more coffee.
"Yeah," Sam replied. He unzipped his backpack and rifled through it, and then zipped it closed. He sat up and began to jiggle his leg, staring off into space.
"It'll be fine," I told him with a smile.
"Yeah, I guess. I just hate being the new kid again, y'know?"
Mr. Winchester came over and stood by the door. "You should go on outside now."
Sam stood up with a sigh, hoisting his backback up. Mr. Winchester hugged him and ruffled his hair. "Have a good first day, kiddo."
"Bye, Sam, have a good day!" I called.
Mr. Winchester did the same thing for Sam, stood there and watched out the front door. When the bus came, he turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. "I'll write down all the phone numbers you'll need tonight, and the bus information." He picked up the remote and turned on the t.v., watching a local news channel.
When it got to be right before 8 am, he handed me the remote. "Well, I've got to go. Remember, don't answer the door. I'll be back at lunchtime."
I sat forward. "Okay. Have a good day at work."
He left, and I flicked the t.v. off. I started to read through the pregnancy book, about all the things to expect. I wondered how I was going to go to the doctor's if I had no ID or money or anything. I started to feel overwhelmed thinking about that, so I picked up the other book and began to look at the photos. When it got to the end, the last set of photos was a mother in a hospital bed holding her newborn baby. I wondered what it was going to be like, holding my own baby, and I started to feel emotional. I blinked the tears back and turned the t.v. back on. I was tired of crying all the time...and then I noticed the commercial for baby formula, with mothers and fathers holding little babies while they fed them, and I got tears in my eyes again. I couldn't believe that I was going to be feeding my own baby in several months. My mother had bottle-fed my sisters and brother, but the book said that "breast was best". I wondered if I'd be able to breastfeed. I wondered if it was difficult, or "natural" like the book said.
woke up hearing a car door slam outside. I sat up, blinking- I had fallen asleep on the sofa. The t.v. was blaring a game show, and I turned it off, rubbing my eyes.
I could hear voices talking outside, and felt nervous. Had two men come to hook up the phone? What if they tried to come in?
The door opened, and Mr. Winchester came in. I heard a car engine start and then the crunch of gravel as it drove away.
"How's it going?" he asked. He was wearing an olive green coverall over his clothes, with "Madison Auto Repair" embroidered on the right side.
"Okay," I coughed and rubbed my face.
"You fall asleep?" he chuckled as he walked over to me, setting a paper bag down. "There's a deli next to the mechanic's, I brought you a sub," he sat down next to me.
"Oh, thanks," I said. He pulled one out and handed it to me, and then took another one out.
"Phone should be hooked up. Listen, what I do when I'm away on a hunt, is I call the boys and let the phone ring twice, then I hang up, and call right back. I'm thinking we should do that for now, to keep you safe. And when the boys are home, you let them answer the phone, all right?"
I didn't quite understand why he felt the need to do that, but I'd go along with it. I didn't want to ever have to deal with what I had gone through in the back of the ambulance, ever again.
"How is it, at the garage?" I asked him as we ate.
"It's fine, I'm still learning the ropes. The hardest thing is dealing with irate customers, but I don't have to deal with that too much. They've got a couple of receptionists, so the mechanics are pretty much behind the scenes. It's nice, I've worked at smaller places where we have to answer phones and work on the cars, and that's a lot harder."
"That's good," I said.
"Dean's supposed to get home shortly after three, and Sam a little past 3:30. I'll be home a little after 5, I think. I have to double check my hours."
"Okay, that's fine. What time do you want me to start dinner?" My step-father had always insisted that dinner be on the table when he came home, and he would fuss if it wasn't.
He looked surprised. "Oh, you don't have to do that. The boys can cook, or I can, when I get home."
"It's what I'm used to doing, and they'll have to do their homework."
He scoffed, "Not Dean, that boy'll do everything in his power to put off doing homework."
"Oh, I'll make sure he does it, I'm going to want to do everything with him, since I'm not in school right now."
He smiled at me. "Well, good, if you can actually get him to buckle down and do everything, that would be great. Maybe for once he'll have a good year and won't fail anything."
"He's failed classes?" I asked curiously.
He sighed. "Yeah, only for lack of trying. He's a smart kid, he just won't do the work."
"I'll work on him, don't worry."
He grinned at me, showing his dimples. "I can't wait to see how you do!" He crumpled up his sandwich wrapper and stood, and then walked over to the kitchen. He leaned down and reached into one of the lower cabinets, and pulled something out. It was a cordless phone with a square base. He set it on the end of the counter and plugged it into the wall, and then pressed buttons. "It may need to be charged, or the handset may need new batteries. I'll check it tonight, see if it's charged up. There's an answering machine in the base as well, I'll record a message too."
"Okay."
He walked over to the door. "I've got to get back. I'll see you later."
"Thanks for bringing me lunch. Bye," I smiled at him as he left.
Once again I was on my own. I threw away the paper from my sub, and then went to take a long hot shower, shaving my legs and armpits. I had bought the kind of razor and shaving cream that I liked- the razors that the Home had offered were the ultra-cheap disposables that nicked your skin no matter how gentle you were.
After I got dressed again, I went through all the kitchen cabinets to see where everything was stored, and moved a couple of things around to make it easier for me. Then I looked in the fridge at the food we'd bought, and planned out the next couple of dinners. We had two pounds of ground beef left, I could make hamburgers tonight with that. There were potatoes, so I could slice and fry some up with onions and garlic. I wondered what kinds of vegetables the boys liked- my sisters and brothers had each had a list of foods they wouldn't eat, and a short list of foods they liked. Then I laughed at myself, for already thinking of Sam and Dean as "the boys".
I sat down on the couch again and began to read the part of the pregnancy book about giving birth. Reading about what would be happening in my body made me feel nervous, but reading about "making a pregnancy plan" made me curious. Apparently you were supposed to write a list of things that you wanted to have during the birth- certain medications and procedures, certain positions to lay in, asking if you could be in a tub during labor, even details like having music playing, what kind of clothing you'd wear, and who was in the room with you. My mother had never mentioned having a "birthing plan", she just did what the doctors told her. My step-father had been in the room with her because he was expected to be there, but I had overheard him telling a relative that he was grossed out by the whole process and he spent the whole time looking at my mother under the guise of "supporting her" so that he didn't have to watch the baby come out.
I didn't think Dean would want to be in the room with me when the baby was born, either. He was already so embarrassed by things like sanitary napkins and hearing about the placenta- there was no way he'd agree to be with me and hold my hand or tell me to push when the time came. And the thought of having Sam or Mr. Winchester in there with us left me cold. I'd have to ask the doctor about this when I saw them.
I read through the section on eating healthy and diet, and then I was finished reading for a while. I set the book down and picked up the remote, settling on a travel show.
Eventually I heard the sound of a large vehicle outside, and the loud squeak of brakes. I didn't even think about what it could be, and then I heard it pull away, and then the key in the lock.
Dean walked in, his face lighting up as he looked at me.
I stood up, feeling relieved to see him. "Dean!" I hurried over to him.
"What's all this?" he asked happily as I threw myself at him. He caught me and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the ground as he squeezed me. I put my arms around his neck and he bent his head and kissed me.
He set me down, and pulled me tighter against him. We stood there kissing for a couple of minutes, then I broke away. "How was school?" I asked as we walked over to the sofa, "Do you like your teachers? Do the classes seem hard? Is it crowded? Do you want a snack?"
Dean sat down next to me and laughed, holding his hand up. "Whoa, one thing at a time!"
He pulled his jacket off and slung it on the arm of the sofa behind him. "Yeah, I am hungry, the school lunch sucks. Wait-" he put his hand on my arm as I went to stand up. "I just want to-be with you." he pulled on me, and I leaned into him. He put his arm around me and looked down at my face. "It was okay. It's not too crowded, this area's a small podunk town. The big thing at the school is the football team." He picked up my hand and laid it on his open palm. "I missed seeing you around in the halls. I wonder what it would be like..."
I shrugged. "Well, it's not going to happen, so..."
He folded his fingers in between mine, sighing. "Yeah..." he turned to me, pulling me into his arms, and then we were kissing again. "We're alone now..." he murmured, "No little brother in the other room..."
"Mmm..." I moaned in the back of my throat as he shifted us so that I was laying down on my back, and he was on top of me. He rolled his hips against me, and I arched my back, pressing my chest into his.
"Ohh God, baby," he murmured, kissing his way down my neck. His lips ghosted across my collarbone, and I shivered with desire and thrust my hips againt him.
He put his arms around me again, and then he flipped us over so that he was laying down and I was on top of him. He moved his leg off the sofa so that I came to rest between his thighs, and his hands moved down and cupped my butt.
I arched my back again, pressing my chest against his, and he moaned and squeezed my butt. He ran one hand up and down my back, and then rolled his hips again. I moved my hips in tandem with him, feeling a pang in my lower belly. He slipped his hand under my shirt, and the feeling of his fingertips on the skin of my back made me shudder with excitement. It felt like my nerves were on fire, and I wanted him. I could feel his hardness against me as our hips moved together. His breath was coming in quick pants, and I ran one hand down his cheek and then cupped the back of his head.
He unhooked my bra, pushing my torso up slightly, and then his hand moved around to the front, and he reached into my bra. He teased my nipple, brushing his fingertips over it, and then pulled my shirt up. I pushed up with my arms, arching my back again, and then his mouth covered my nipple and I moaned out loud as I felt his tongue on me.
"You feel...so good..." he panted, running his fingers down the side of my breast and then thumbing my hardened nipple.
He bent his head again, and then we heard the rumbling sound of an engine, and the squealing of brakes.
"Sam's home," Dean said, and I leaned back and got off of him. He stood up and quickly walked into the bathroom, and I reached back and hooked my bra closed, and then ran my hands through my hair.
Sam came through the door a moment later.
"Hey, Sam, how was your first day?" I smiled at him, hoping I didn't look too frazzled.
"It was pretty good," he said enthusiastically.
"You hungry? Want a snack?" I stood up.
"Sure!" he followed me over to the kitchen.
Dean came into the kitchen and shoved the back of Sam's head. "Hey, dork, how was it?"
"Fine," Sam rolled his eyes, and tried to kick Dean's shin, but Dean stepped out of the way.
"What're you doing?" Dean came to stand next to me.
"Getting a snack for you two."
"Well, Sammy's a big boy, he can get it himself, you know."
"I know, I'm just used to doing this." I finished slicing an apple and set it on a plate, then walked over and got out a jar of peanut butter. I set them on the table, and then got out a knife, handing it to Sam.
"Hey, where's mine?" Dean demanded.
I turned to him, and he took me into his arms, pulling me close. "I know what I want for snack." he wiggled his eyebrows and leaned down to kiss me.
Sam cleared his throat, and we broke apart. "Guys, I'm trying to eat here," he said peevishly. We laughed, and Dean sat down and took an apple slice.
I started to work on dinner as Sam talked about his school. He liked his teachers, and was confident that the placement tests he'd taken would put him in the highest academic groups. He was excited because they had several kinds of clubs that you could join, and some of them met during school, and some after school.
"Dad may not want you to do any of that after-school stuff," Dean said.
"I know," Sam huffed with a frown.
"Why not?" I turned from the stove.
"Because of stupid training," Sam sneered, getting up and grabbing his backpack. "I don't wanna train all the time."
"What exactly are you training for?" I asked, looking at Dean.
He leaned back in his chair. "Well, we're gonna be hunters with Dad, so we've got to train for it. Get proficient in sparring and running, shooting, all that stuff. Our bodies have to be in great shape for that, y'know?"
Sam had pulled out some textbooks and was flipping through one. "Well, I'm not gonna. I need to concentrate on getting back into the swing of things with school."
"That won't take a brainiac like you very long, kiddo," Dean smiled at him. "And we'll see what Dad has to say about it. Go ahead and tell him no, I dare you."
Sam frowned at Dean. "I gotta do my homework now. Don't you have homework too?"
"I'll do it later," Dean said.
"I want you to show me everything," I said to him.
He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows, grinning at me. "Everything?"
"All your books, you goofball!" I flicked at him with a towel.
"Yeah, maybe."
"No, not maybe. You and I are going to go over all your homework, so that I can keep up with things as well."
"Well...okay. But if I'm gonna be doing all this extra work, I expect a payment. Hmm..." he wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips lasciviously.
I threw the dish towel at him and it landed on his head.
We heard the Impala's engine as it pulled into the yard, and then the door opened and Mr. Winchester walked in. He was still wearing the coverall, but now it had smears of dark grease on it. He smelled like motor oil.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, and then I want to hear about the day," he said, going to his duffle and getting clothes out. He left the room and we heard the bathroom door close.
Dean stood up, twirling the towel into a tight twist, and then walked over to me and flicked it at my butt.
"Ow!" I gasped when it connected. "cut it out!" I turned and gestured to the cabinets. "If you're not going to do your homework right now, then make yourself useful and set the table. And give me that." I pulled the towel out of his hands.
He got out plates and utensils and carried them over to the table. Sam grumbled as he moved his books and sat on the sofa. Dean set the table, and then got out glasses and the milk as well.
I had started to put the food on the table when Mr. Winchester came out, wearing sweatpants and a faded USMC shirt. "Smells good," he commented as he sat down.
"C'mon Sam, dinner's ready," I told him.
He got up and came over, sliding into a chair next to his Dad. I sat down and looked around at them, Sam pouring some milk, Dean digging into the potatoes. I felt good, like this could be a home. I could get used to this.