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Sam is 10, Dean is 15
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Okay... back to my very busy life...
This chapter was very... boring? idk... it wasn't what i expected though. Hope it's still enjoyable though!
Enjoy chapter twenty-one!
They were signed out and on their way back to Mary and John's home.
Sam was still unconscious, unreachable by even Dean. He was uncertain as to whether or not that was a good thing.
He sat in the back of the Impala, cradling Sam's body in his arms. Mary and John were both silent, though he could tell they were both tense and in deep thought.
They weren't they only ones.
Dean kept playing what happened at the hospital in his head, trying to figure it out. A new sensation was stirring in his stomach, a sensation unlike any he's ever really felt before. It reminded him of his mother...
Dean shook his head. He knew he was trembling, but he couldn't figure out why. He felt as if he was going to explode out of his own skin. It wasn't fear that was causing this but something else. He held Sam closer. Please wake up, Sam...
John was tapping his fingers nervously against the wheel, the latest news on the Montegues making him nervous.
Right before they left the hospital, John went to check on Greg and his wife, mostly to make sure they hadn't done anything... rash for lack of a better word.
Turns out, Greg's wife had died. She had lost too much blood and the damage was too extensive for her to be saved in time. Soon after receiving the news of his wife's demise, Greg disappeared. No trace of him left.
It bugged John, the potential threat Greg's existence posed towards his sons. But there was nothing he could do about it. Reporting Greg to the police would bring up questions about why John lied in the first place and then leading to the fact that Dean shot and killed Julie Montegue.
John's eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, watching Dean cradle Sam. He knew that if the police found out that Dean shot Julie that Dean would be prosecuted and the boys would be separated. If the boys were normal, John might have been slightly inclined to turn Dean in. Because no matter the circumstances, Dean did kill someone. And he was dangerous. But John also knew that if Dean went to juvie and was separated from his brother, it might very well kill them both. And John wouldn't allow that to happen.
But that doesn't mean I can just not say anything about the fact that he shot Mary, John thought to himself, not even giving the Montegues another thought for the time being.
Mary was ecstatic and apprehensive at the same time. She knew that she had made great progress with Dean earlier. He was starting to finally open up and trust her and she was sure that his trust for John would follow. But Sam on the other hand... he seemed to have taken a step forward and several steps back. He may have spoken, but it was made quite clear that speaking of any sort was not something one of his previous 'foster parents' tolerated. And broke the boy something awful as a result.
Mary rubbed her forehead, very much exhausted from the previous week and a half. Week and a half! It doesn't seem possible that so much can happen in such a short period of time. I wonder if their life is always like this, Mary thought. She couldn't imagine having an emotional roller coaster like this every week of her entire life. The occasional hunt was wearying enough.
She sighed to herself, minutely leaning back in her seat. She prayed for some normalcy, for both the boys and herself and her husband.
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As soon as they got back to the house and John unlocked the front door, Dean practically shoved past them and ran up the stairs to their room. He quickly placed Sam on the bed and shut the door to their room, grabbing a chair and shoving it under the doorknob for good measure. He didn't really know why he was establishing the barrier between themselves and the Winchesters, but he felt reassured in the extra 'layer of protection,' so to speak.
A sharp gasp caused Dean to turn around, finding Sam sitting up on the bed looking around fearfully with unfocused eyes. Without a moment's delay, Dean rushed to the bed and wrapped his arms around his brother, immediately filling Sam with reassurance and comfort.
As Dean tried to reassure away all of his fears, Sam couldn't help but be slightly spurred. He knew that his speaking made Dean happy at first, but when Sam reacted in vomiting and fits, Dean only felt fear for him and rage for Daniel. Sam knew this and knew how to fix it. But, god, he didn't want to. Sam pressed himself closer to his brother, letting the cloth that separated them soak up his tears. Dean's strong arms squeezed him tighter, knowing that Sam needed it. And with a shaking hand, Sam gripped Dean's shirt and pulled on it, begging the unasked question.
Dean nodded, more to himself than his brother, and let go of his brother for a mere moment, so he could take his and Sam's shirt off.
Sam quickly leaned back into his brother, the flesh to flesh contact igniting that spark of comfort in their mind and bodies. Sam quickly dove into Dean's mind, wrapping himself in everything that made his brother Dean. Dean quickly returned the favor, intertwining himself in Sam, almost to the point of merging them completely.
Sam always marveled at the skill with which Dean controlled his mind. Sam was nowhere near Dean's control or prowess when it came to the mind and Sam was a little envious. But then Dean mentally caressed Sam, assuring him that his own control would come eventually.
Giving in, Sam gave a small affirmative before losing himself in Dean's cleansing presence.
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"What're we gonna do now?" Mary said.
John handed Mary a beer as he sat down next to her. "I don't know. Try to give them a normal life, I guess."
Mary gave an exasperated sigh. "You really think those boys are ever have a normal life?"
John frowned at his wife, a little confused at the vehemence in her voice. "Mary... Even with their powers, they're gonna have to go out into the real world at some point. And when they do, they'll have to know how to function in it."
"They've already seen the 'real world,'" Mary growled. "It's a world full of sickos, who're too stupid and naive to not be scared of a couple of boys."
John sat back in his chair, watching his wife fume. "Mary, are you alright?"
Mary's eyes snapped to her husband. "Why?"
"Well you seem to just have something on your mind."
Mary sighed. "I'm just worried. I mean, with powers like theirs, how can they possibly function out in the world? And beside that point, how do you think they'll function with the trauma they've been through?"
John looked towards the staircase. "We'll just have to try the best we can. That's what most parents do."
Mary shook her head. "No. I wanna do more than just my 'best'. With their powers, I'm sure they've seen more than anyone should." Mary frowned, thinking of her own childhood. "Maybe..."
John waited for Mary to continue, but sighed when she didn't. "Maybe what?"
Mary looked at her husband, her eyes filled with guilt and fear. "John... I think I..."
Knowing something's been up lately, John scooted closer to his wife, placing a hand on her arm. "Mary, what is it?"
She looked up at her caring husband, not even noticing that she had begun to tremble. "I..."
*CRASH*
Both startled, John and Mary jumped in their seats, looking at the ceiling above them. "Boys?" John yelled as he jumped out of his seat and ran towards the stairs. "Sam? Dean?" John yelled as he got to their room. But when he tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. "Boys!?" John yelled.
"Dean?" Mary hit the door with her bare palm. "Sam? What's going on?!"
"W-we're okay...!" Dean's voice responded.
John stopped trying to open the door, not wanting to startle them. "Dean, can you open the door?"
There was a pregnant moment of silence. Then Dean responded. "Why?"
John and Mary exchanged a quick glance. "We want to make sure you're okay. We heard a crashing noise."
There was another pause before the sound of something being dragged was heard, followed by a clunk.
When there was silence again, John tried opening the door again, the door swinging open easily this time. John and Mary cautiously stepped through, wary of the boys and the possible mess.
Sam was awake, his face buried in his brother's chest and his brother's arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Dean watched the Winchesters warily, waiting for a reaction.
There wasn't much of a mess. Their lamp was apparently thrown across the room and shattered when it hit the wall. Mary turned around while she said, "I'll get the broom."
John nodded as his wife left. Focusing on the brothers, he asked, "What happened?"
Dean shrugged. "Just a misunderstanding."
John raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Between you and Sam?"
Sam trembled at this, looking up at his brother with pleading eyes. Dean responded by holding Sam closer, reassuring him that it was okay.
Noticing the reaction, John sighed. "Is everything okay?"
Dean nodded, looking back up at John. "Yeah..."
Mary walked in with a broom and pan. "John, can you help me?" Mary asked, lifting her arm in the sling.
"I'll help," Dean said before John could respond.
John and Mary both looked at Dean in surprise as Dean got up, his brother following suit.
"No, that's okay, sweetie..." Mary started.
Dean shook his head as he knelt next to Mary, his right hand gripping Sam's left. "I wanna help."
Mary gave a small smile, practically frozen with happiness and anticipation on the inside. "Alright." She handed him the pan. "Can you hold this on the ground so I can sweep the glass onto it?"
Dean carefully took the pan and nodded. He held it to the ground, Sam leaning closely to his brother and watching carefully. Mary assumed Sam was wary of her so close to his big brother.
John picked up the larger pieces of the lamp while Mary swept the broken shards onto the pan Dean held. When she was done, she took the pan away from Dean and smiled. "Thanks, Dean."
Dean gave a small nod, looking a little confused. "Y-you're welcome."
Mary stood and said, "We'll probably be having pizza tonight. That okay with you boys?"
Dean shrugged. "It's food."
Mary sighed, recognizing the fact that Dean's wall had come back up.
"We'll call you down when it gets here," John said, grabbing his wife's arm and gently leading her out of the room.
Dean nodded again. "Okay."
Well, so that's that :) please review and let me know what you think ;)
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