Hi everyone! Thanks for the reviews. Here's the last chapter. I apologize for any grammatical errors. I do not have a beta reader. I'll definitely try to make more stories and one-shots for this series. Also, as for covering everything, I promise there will be sequels and one-shots. I plan(hopefully) to take Alec and Ben into their teenage years. I also, plan a series of one-shots that will look at the lives of a few ex-Manticore children, just to show the happy endings for everyone. Please review, favorite, or follow if you like this story. Enjoy!
Chapter 25
"DAD!"The front door slammed open, just as soon as Dean and Sam got out of the station wagon they hijacked in Pierre, South Dakota. They drove four hours straight, only caught in traffic twice. Snow drifted from the sky and the lights were on within the mansion. Buses were parked out front. Smoke drifted from the chimney.
A small body slammed into him, nearly knocking Dean over. Dean wrapped his arms around Alec, holding the child close. He planted a kiss on top of his head. Seconds later, Ben slammed into him. Arms wrapped around his legs as the boys held their father close. Dean placed a hand against Ben's back, pressing the boy closer. Alec reached forward, pulling Sam into the hug. Dean didn't want this moment to end. He was back again with his boys and his brother.
"You're not wearing a coat,"Sam complained, pressing his nose to the boy's hair. "You'll both freeze without a coat." They were in their pajamas with nothing but socks on their feet. Sam picked up Ben to get his feet off the cold winter ground. "You'll get frostbite."
"We're alright, Uncle Sam,"Ben reassured, wrapping his arms around his uncle's neck. His green eyes sparkled, extremely pleased that his family was back together. He didn't even take notice of the cold wind that played with his blond hair or the snowflakes that landed on his hair and eyelashes.
"We run warmer than the average human,"Alec explained. Sam huffed, ruffling the boy's hair. Alec giggled, pulling away from Sam.
"I don't care,"Sam stated, walking towards the building. "Let's get inside before we get caught in a damn blizzard." Alec shrugged, unwilling to argue with his uncle. Dean followed Sam.
"I missed you a lot, Dad,"Alec mumbled, resting his forehead against Dean's neck. He soaked in the warmth and scent that was his father. "I was worried about you-" Dean held Alec tightly, brushing the snowflakes from his cheeks.
"Nothing to worry about now,"Dean responded. "I'm here and staying." Alec grinned, a small shiver ran through his body. "Are you cold?"
"Nah,"Alec murmured. He paused, playing with his father's lapel. "Is Lydecker really dead?"
"Dead as a doornail,"Dean reassured. Alec glanced up, nose crinkling in confusion about the saying. Dean chuckled. "It means he's very dead."
"Huh,"Alec mumbled, resting his cheek against his Dad's shoulder. "How did he die?" Alec bit his lip. His brother and uncle had already entered the house. He'd have to make sure Benny had some time alone with Dad too. Ben had been anxious last night and all morning. He had cried when nobody was looking, but Alec noticed. Alec always noticed. Ben had wished that the Blue Lady was real and Alec had to remind him that Dad and Uncle Sam were Batman. If not better. They were superheroes. Alec had to be strong for Ben because Ben was sensitive. He was easily scared by his imagination. "Did you kill him?"
Dean shook his head. "Didn't get the chance,"Dean answered. "The honor went to Raphael." Alec's head popped up again.
"The psycho angel that keeps trying to kill Uncle Castiel?"Alec asked. Dean's brow rose. He hadn't heard Alec use the familial name in reference to Cas before. It suited the angel, considering Castiel was like a second brother to him. The angel had gotten him out of more tight spaces than he could count. "Why would he do that?"
Dean shrugged. "His beef's with Castiel, not with you kids,"Dean stated. "Explained the situation and he killed Lydecker."
"But he's the bad guy,"Alec grumbled, confused. Castiel had explained the angel situation to him and Ben once. It seemed hectic and confusing. Alec couldn't understand why the angel wanted to jump start an apocalypse. It didn't make logical sense.
"Sometimes people have more layers than originally perceived,"Dean replied. "The world's not always black and white, Alec. Even though sometimes it's easier to picture it that way."
"Uncle Sam says the world is gray,"Alec mumbled. "That there's neither right or wrong, just different viewpoints. Life is complicated."
"That it is, son,"Dean agreed. He made his way up to the steps, stomping his feet out on the welcome mat. He could hear the bustle of activity inside.
"I'm glad you didn't kill Lydecker,"Alec muttered. He grabbed his father's cheeks, eyes meeting. The same green eyes that Dean had.
"Why's that?"Dean asked. His hand was on the doorknob, waiting to open the door to their new life. To the chaos that would greet him. And the children who would need to find permanent homes.
"Because it would have destroyed you,"Alec answered. Dean's breath caught in his throat as he held his son close. Those were the same words he told Alec the day they were nearly captured. The day Alec couldn't take the shot. He felt fingers play with his lapel once more. "Revenge never fixes anything. It only eats away at you little by little until you're nothing but a hollow shell of who you once were."
"That it does,"Dean agreed. He pressed a kiss to Alec's hair. "When did you become so smart?" Alec shrugged.
"Don't know,"Alec mumbled before a cheeky grin curved his lips. "Could be the genes-"Dean smirked, pride filling his chest. And ego inflating his psyche. He did have some damn good genes. "But, I highly doubt it."
"Ah, you little-" Dean tickled the boy as Alec squirmed in his arms, laughing out loud. He tried to push Dean's hand away, but the tickles and the tears muddled his concentration. Alec squealed, refusing to surrender. The tickles slowed and Alec calmed, breaths heavy and cheeks pink.
"I'm just jokin',"he promised, patting Dean's cheek. "Yeesh." Dean laughed. He opened the door. "Fair warning, it's absolute mayhem in there. No one knows what's going on. I suggest a meeting." Several kids ran past the door. Dean could hear thousands, if not more. The house was overrun by children. He spotted Jo and Ellen, hair completely frazzled.
"Thanks for the warning,"Dean said.
"But, first,"Alec stated, sliding out of Dean's arms. "You need ta spend some quality time with Ben. That kid's a nervous wreck, I tell you. He has absolutely no faith." Alec leaned forward and Dean lowered, so the boy could whisper in his ears. "He needs hot chocolate with marshmallows...I also need hot chocolate with marshmallows."
"Duly noted,"Dean responded. He ruffled Alec's hair before the kid disappeared into the crowd of rampaging children. "Benny,where's my hug?!" A second blur came out of nowhere, smashing into his chest. He glanced down, seeing the much calmer features of his eldest child. He squeezed the boy close, ignoring the stares and confused whispers from the other children. Some were stoic, while others were catching on to the kid thing pretty fast. All Dean could focus on was Ben. He had missed his Benny cuddles. He and Sam had come up with the name, since Ben was the best at cuddling. Whenever he wanted a story, he would curl up close and tuck up against their sides. "You disappeared so fast, I didn't get the chance to properly hug you."
Ben shrugged, playing with a button as his head rested on Dean's shoulder. "Uncle Sam freaked out about frostbite,"Ben explained. "He wanted to make sure my feet weren't blue."
"Were they blue?"
"Nope,"Ben answered. "I've got good circulation." Ben's nose wrinkled and his face fell. "Do you think my feet will fall off because they got too cold?"
"Who told you that?"Dean asked, sidestepping around a child. He heard the wailing of infants upstairs as hunters tended to them.
"Uncle Sam,"Ben answered, worried. "He said people's feet will fall off if they get too frost bitten. I don't want my feet to fall off."
He rolled his eyes at Sam's ridiculous worries. "Did Uncle Sam warm up your feet?"Dean asked. Ben nodded.
"With hot water,"Ben answered. Dean grunted, nodding his head.
"Then you have nothing to worry about,"Dean stated. "Your feet will not fall off." Ben smiled in relief. "Just make sure you wear warm socks and boots when you're outside for now on." Ben nodded, serious.
"I'll make sure Alec wears his socks and shoes too,"Ben stated. "He sometimes forgets. I don't want his feet to fall off because he forgot."
Dean smiled. "That's my boy,"Dean said, hugging Ben again. Ben was always thinking about others. He had the biggest heart. "I know another remedy for cold feet."
"What's that?"Ben asked.
"Hot chocolate,"Dean stated as he walked into the kitchen.
"With little marshmallows?"Ben inquired, hopefully.
"Course,"Dean exclaimed. "What's hot chocolate without little marshmallows." Ben grinned. Dean spotted Brian and Joann sitting at the kitchen island. Lucy, Sammi, and Max sat across from them. Each girl nursed a cup of hot cocoa. Sammi was dressed in a long shirt. She was quietly listening to Max talk, enthralled by her new found twin. Lucy was just pleased that Max had a sister. In her mind, she now had two sisters. Brian smiled, listening to the two girls talk. He kept shooting glances at Joann, enthralled by the woman. Joann was only a couple years older than Brian. "Looks like they had the same idea."
Brian turned, grinning. "Sammi never had hot chocolate,"he stated. "So, I decided to introduce her to the wonderful taste of chocolaty goodness."
"Bobby gave me my first cup,"Max explained, glancing at her twin. "It is chocolaty goodness. Don't know how I lived without it for so long."
"Yeah,"Sammi agreed, licking her lips. She smiled, sheepishly at Dean. "Hello, General."
"General?"Dean muttered, furrowing his brows.
"Because you led the troops,"Brian explained.
"We found it easier to tell the kids that you were a general from another army,"Joann continued. "Who was unhappy with Manticore's ways." She ran fingers through her brunette hair, blue eyes smiling. Joann looked a lot like Lucy. They were definitely daughter and mother. "The way you led the troops, you might as well be."
"Agreed,"Brian stated as Dean pulled the milk from the refrigerator. Brian shot Joann another look. "Also, a meeting needs to be set up to speak with the children. We thought it would be best if they heard the plan from you and Sam." Dean nodded.
Pouring enough milk into the pot for four mugs. He knew Alec would make his way to the kitchen with Sam soon.
"What's happening to the other children?"Sammi asked, worried. She was worried this stop was too good to be true. Scared that she would wake up and be back in Manticore.
"We're finding everyone homes,"Ben explained with a grin. He was sitting on the counter, watching his father mix the chocolate into the milk. "You'll get to go to school and everything."
"You're sticking with me,"Max promised her twin. She had been surprised about the unknown sister, but within a day the connection was instant. "I'll teach you everything I know."
"Really?"Sammi asked, brown doe eyes wide.
"Yeah,"Max stated,puffing out her chest. "I know a lot, but Lucy knows even more. She's got a ton of experience with school, shopping, and parks." Sammi's eyes shot towards Lucy.
"What sort of experience?"Sammi asked, enthralled. She scooted closer to the girl, ready to absorb every bit of information given.
"Like recess is the best,"Lucy explained. "And PE is hell. Don't ever eat the school lunches-" The girl continued, explaining everything she knew about the world outside. Both girls were fascinated.
"Sammi can stay with me,"Joann stated, smiling. "I don't want the girls to be separated when they just met."
"I'm glad to hear that,"Dean said, dipping a finger into the cocoa and checking whether it was warm enough.
"I'll stick around too,"Brian added. He smiled at Joann and the woman returned the grin. "Just to make sure Sammi settles in."
"You're not heading back to Mexico,"Dean questioned, knowingly. The little looks had started when Brian first met Joann the night before the fight.
"Nah,"Brian said. "Need a change of scenery. Besides, lot of kids here now who need help." He nudged Joann. "Hey, we can take the girls shopping. Get them decent clothes. This can be Sammi's first experience in the real world. Well, besides the cocoa."
Joann smiled. A blush painting her cheeks as she met the curly haired man's gaze. "I'd like that,"she said. The part of her that was terrified told her not to trust. That part reminded her of Jack. But this new part. Her brave part told her to take the chance.
"Fantastic,"he replied, sipping his own cocoa. "Should be fun. Hey, Maxie-" The girl looked up. "Ever been shoppin' before?" Max shook her head. "Well, this will be a pretty epic adventure."He went into an explanation as he made shopping sound like a great adventure. Lucy added in her own bits, only exciting Sammi even more.
Dean grinned as he poured a cup of cocoa for Ben. The boy plopped marshmallows into his cup, excitedly licking his lips before blowing the steam from his cup. "Go, Guevera,"Dean muttered, proud of the young hunter. Brian was a good man. He'd be a good father figure for the three girls too.
A nerf bullet hit his cheek and Dean turned spotting his other son with the mischievous grin. "Don't believe anything he says,"Alec hollered. "Shopping is torture!" He fell against Dean in sudden mock horror. "No, not again. I can't handle seeing another vegetable! No, not the produce section! "
Max rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. If she was closer, she'd punch Alec for being an idiot. "Shut-up, Alec,"she snapped. She looked at her twin. "Don't listen to him. He's an idiot."
"Am not,"Alec retorted. "I just have personality." He winked at Sammi, before spinning on his heels. "Is the cocoa ready?"
"Yup,"Ben said, just as Dean handed him a mug filled with steamy hot deliciousness. Alec slurped before wincing.
"Ah, hot,"Alec exclaimed. "My tongue is burnt."Sammi giggled at the x5's antics, while Max just rolled her eyes, saying 'that's what you get for being impatient.' Alec stuck his tongue out, before pulling out his nerf gun and hitting Max in the face with a foam bullet. "Bang." Max glowered as the nerf bullet stuck to her forehead and Alec laughed hysterically at her expression. Sammi covered her mouth, laughing softly into her hand.
"You'll get used to it,"Lucy murmured into her ear. "That's just Max and Alec." Sammi nodded.
"My new friends want hot cocoa too,"Alec stated, bouncing away from the counter. Dean raised a brow. "There's enough right?"
"Yeah, there's enough,"Dean stated. "Where's Sam?"
"Upstairs with Bobby and Rufus,"Alec explained. "They're taking care of babies." Alec wrinkled his nose. "They poop a lot...and cry a lot too." He moved towards the doorway of the kitchen. "Let's not take a baby with us, alright?"
"That's fine,"Dean stated. There wasn't enough room in the impala for a baby anyways.
"Great,"Alec responded in relief. Ben had wandered over to the three girls, watching Lucy map out a shopping plan for tomorrow. Alec ran out the door, shouting, "Hey, guys! My dad said he'll make hot chocolate for you!" Dean pulled out two large pots, anticipating a mass of children racing into the room for their first real taste of cocoa.
"Cocoa for the masses?"Brian asked. Joann grinned, propping her elbow on the table.
"If we're gonna have a meeting, better make it good with a cup of cocoa for everyone,"Dean stated. Cocoa made everything better. Maybe it would alleviate the stress that the children felt. He'd spend quality time with his boys after the announcement. He knew Benny needed reassurance and cuddles. Alec too, though the boy would prefer a game over a story. Alec could never sit still for long.
"Here,"Joann stated, standing to her feet. "Let me get paper cups and tops." Joann opened the cabinet, barely missing a blurring Alec. "Alec, no running in the kitchen." He slowed his steps, immediately obeying Joann's order.
"Dad,"Alec said, bouncing on his toes. "I want you to meet my new friends. They're pretty nifty!"
"Nifty, huh,"Dean turned, immediately coming face to face with a Lizard-boy, two dog children, and two normal looking kids. Dean's brows popped up. He noticed the uncomfortable movements of the lizard-boy as he tried to avert his eyes. Dean was staring and he didn't even realize it.
"What are you lookin' at?"the kid muttered, barely fifteen. "Never seen a talking lizard before?"
"Can't say that I have,"Dean stated, immediately holding out his hand. "Dean. Alec and Ben's Dad." The lizard child startled, slowly reaching out towards the offered hand. "I don't bite." The kid grunted, grabbing and shaking. Alec bounced on his toes, excited that his new friend and father were shaking hands.
"Moles, really cool,"Alec exclaimed, grinning. "He was designed for desert warfare-"
"Really?"Dean asked. Mole nodded, shuffling his feet. "You're fifteen?" Mole shrugged. "That's a good age." Dean grabbed a cup, pouring hot cocoa into it. "At fifteen, you really start experiencing life. Meet girls, learn to drive, get a car-"Dean grinned, handing the cup over. Mole took it, suspiciously.
"I don't believe I can do that, sir,"Mole grumbled, booted foot digging into the stone floor.
"Course you can,"Dean snorted, patting the boy's shoulder. "You're free now. The world is your kingdom." Alec was sipping on his hot chocolate. "Hey, I'll teach you poker."
"Poker, sir?" Mole asked, wrinkling his nose.
"It's a fun game, Mole,"Alec piped up. "You can earn cookies and trick people." He grabbed his father's hand. "Come and meet everyone else."
"Slow down, Alec,"Dean said. The kid was talking a mile a minute. His body vibrated with unconstrained excitement. "We'll talk later." Mole nodded.
"This is Joshua and Isaac,"Alec stated. "Isaac can't talk because some dick guards cut out his tongue." Dean was shocked by the cruelty, as the smaller dog-child turned away ashamed. "Do you know sign-language?" Dean questioned. The child shook his head. "We'll fix that, Jo knows a bit of sign language. I'm sure we can find someone to teach you." He turned, glancing at the taller teen, who appeared to be seventeen. "You're Joshua, right?"
"Yes, Joshua,"Joshua stated, shyly. He nudged Isaac. "Little brother."
"I have a little brother too,"Dean stated, handing the two teens mugs of cocoa. "Little brothers are a lot of responsibility."
"Have to take care,"Joshua agreed. His vocabulary was limited, but Dean could tell Joshua was wise. "My responsibility. Father said."
"Yeah,"Dean agreed. "I know the feeling. You want to protect them from the danger and you do everything in your power to keep them safe."
"Yes,"Joshua agreed. He whimpered, pulling his brother close. "Sometimes you can't. Sometimes bad things happen by bad people. Failed."
Dean smiled, sadly. "Nah,"Dean said. "I think you did an excellent job. Your brother's alive because of you. Drink your cocoa and take a seat. Don't worry about the past. We'll take care of you." Joshua grinned, taking a sip of the cocoa. He smiled, happily, as he licked his lips. The sweet taste was incredible.
"Isaac,"Joshua said, pushing the cup towards his brother. "Try it." The smaller teen grabbed the drink, sipping. Dean watched, hoping the child wouldn't choke. But, Joshua's gentle care helped Isaac swallow the warm liquid. Isaac smiled as the warmth ran down his throat. "See, good." Isaac nodded, sipping again.
Dean was led away from Isaac and Joshua, coming face-to-face with the two x5s. "This is Mia,"Alec stated. "She's from psy-ops. She can control people's minds!Like Jean Grey." He slung an arm around the other boy's neck, pulling him close. The kid had tan skin and dark eyes. His bristled hair was jet black. he had a sweet smile added to his cherubic features. "This is my best bud from Manticore,"Alec introduced. "He was in my unit." Alec punched him in the arm and the boy punched him back. "We got up to all sorts of shenanigans."
"What's your name, kiddo?"Dean asked. Ben was helping Joann with the cocoa.
"Biggs,"the child stated, puffing his chest out proudly. "Chose the name myself."
"Awesome,"Dean agreed. "I'd love to hear about your shenanigans."
"Oh, don't worry, Dad,"Alec drawled, grinning widely. His eyes were wild with excitement and anticipation. "We have a lot of tricks planned." He leaned forward. "I'm gonna put blue dye into Uncle Sam's shampoo. He'll find it hilarious."
Dean grinned just as wickedly. "I'm sure he will." The hunter's head perked. The naming ceremony/meeting would need to start soon. He handed both Mia and Biggs a cup of cocoa. "Hey, can y'all round up the troops? I have a meeting planned in half an hour. Cocoa will be provided." The kids agreed, immediately running off.
"We'll have everyone rounded up in a jiffy,"Mia promised, following Alec and Biggs. Ben raced after his brother. Mole gave a sloppy salute before shouting orders at Joshua and Isaac. Joshua responded to the bossy lizard with an eye roll. He, Brian, and Joann loaded up trays of cocoa, adding marshmallows to each cup. The three girls sat at the table, giggling, as Max and Lucy took turns telling Sammi about the real world.
The ball room exploded with chatter, the moment Jo encouraged the kids to talk. Energy filled the room as Joann and Brian passed out cups of cocoa and the kids got their first sip of the sweet treat. The children, naturally, had conformed with their units, since they were familiar faces. Units met and talked with other units. Twins finally met, quickly connecting and becoming inseparable. Dean was surprised by the amount of twins in the room. But, Manticore was playing with genetics which meant embryos were more likely to split once fertilized. Toddlers wandered about, not indoctrinated yet to the sit still and be quiet Manticore policy. They moved between units, curiously looking into cups and asking questions as they pointed towards the warm liquid.
"It's the same,"a little x5 girl with blonde hair promised. She grabbed the little x7 hand, pulling him close so that he could see the similarities of the liquids. "See?" The x7 nodded, clapping his hands before running back to his own unit. Some of the hunters noticed that the x7s were hived mind. Though they were able to communicate verbally, they seemed to have a second language or even telepathic communication among themselves. Splitting the x7s would be tricky, but Bobby believed he could find a hunter community that would be willing to take in all the x7s and keep the hive together.
The x6's varied in age, but they found the general age gap was four to seven. They were a lot more clingy than the x5s. Dependent on orders, while the x5s seemed to be more independent thinkers. Dean assumed the differences was based on age and with the right environment the kids would grow up to be independent. The x6s and x8s would find homes quickly, the hunters were sure of it. They've already received calls from other hunters, willing to take in the infants and younger children. That wasn't a surprise since most hunters wanted the experience of raising their own babies. An opportunity they thought they would never receive.
Most of the x5s and psy-op children had already been considered by multiple hunters and psychics. Hunters from all over the world were flying in, ready to adopt a child. Bobby had said the phone calls were generally with excited new parents who were preparing for their interviews and buying gifts for their new children. The older hunter had known this would be the general reaction since most hunters longed for a family and a protege to pass down the family business.
The x8s were currently asleep in cribs. A baby monitor was set on the coffee table with Ellen and a few other hunters keeping an ear out for any cries.
Dean spotted Jody in the back, holding Dalton. The child had latched onto her the moment she made her way through the door. The sheriff refused to put the boy down, completely attached and enamored with the four-year-old. Dean knew Dalton had found a home. Sheriff Jody had already agreed to three more kids as well.
The room was stuffed with thousands of children as Dean made his way to the front. The entire room was stuffed. They had changed the once gigantic ball room into a giant assembly room. Once the meeting was over, tables would be moved back in place and reformed as a mess hall for dinner later. As celebration for their first day of freedom, the hunters had ordered a variety of kid food that they knew the children would go nuts over. The food included burgers, nuggets, fries, pizza, mac n' cheese, grilled cheese sandwiches, and quesadillas. Desserts included ice-cream, cake, pudding, and pie. Juice and milk would fill glasses and vegetables would be added to plates. But, Dean knew the green menace would probably not be eaten today.
"Quiet, everyone,"Sammi shouted. "General Winchester is going to speak." The room went dead silent as eyes turned towards the front, waiting for the speech that was about to be given. Sammi smiled, shyly, nodding her head. It was eerie how silent the room went. None of the children made a peep. It was so quiet that Dean swore he could hear a pen dropping and hitting the floor.
"Shit,"Dean mumbled. Some of the kids giggled before others shushed them. Dean rubbed the back of his neck as he met eager eyes. Some worried. Some hopeful. All wanting to hear what he had to say. "I guess I should start off with introducing myself. My name's Dean-" He pointed to the back. "Over there's my brother Sam-" He proceeded to introduce the other hunters involved in the rescue and planning. "I know some of you believe I'm a General. I'm not." The kids brows furrowed in confusion as mumbling filled the room and suspicious glares were shot forward. The rumor had spread about him being part of the military. He just wanted to make sure these kids understood he was not Manticore. "I am a hunter, who didn't agree with the ways of Manticore and decided to do something about it. You know my boys, Alec and Ben-" He explained the role Alec and Ben played in their rescue. He talked about how the hunter community came together to stop Manticore. He explained why Manticore was wrong and why it needed to be stopped. They were the bad guys. Some of the kids seemed doubtful, but most agreed with the assessment.
"I want you to feel free to ask any questions,"Dean continued, glancing among the children. "I know this is confusing, but I want you all to understand you have a voice now. If you don't agree with something. I want you to tell us-"Again doubt and fear filled their eyes. "You will not be punished for your opinions. I want to hear you speak up-" Immediately, hands shot up. Dean pointed towards a little girl in the back.
"What's going to happen to us?"She asked, worried. Dean could immediately tell the little girl was terrified about the future.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"The kid's brows furrowed confused by the endearing pet name.
"X5-844,"the little girl responded. From here, he could tell the child would normally be a brunette if it weren't for the shaven head. She had fair skin and freckles. Dean scowled. He'd have to come up with a name for her. Really, these kids needed to be named. She looked like a Gemma in his opinion.
"Nah,"Dean responded. "We're dropping the designation bull crap. You're not numbers, you're people-" Again, the whispers ignited, shocked by the human's opinions. They had nothing but their designation. No one had names. They were never allowed names. "How about Gem?"
The little girl beamed, nodding her head. "I like it,"she agreed. "It's pretty."
"Good,"Dean stated, smiling back. "Today, every child here will get a name. Either by their own choosing or if undecided we'll help you find one." He noticed his brother opening his laptop. Dean knew Sam was looking for a site with a variety of name choices. "As for your previous question, Gem, each child will be adopted out. This place is not permanent. Families have already agreed to adopt and give you a permanent home." There was a bustle of excitement as Ben's unit explained what adoption meant. "You'll be living normal lives for now on."
"Will we be forced back into the Military?" another boy asked. Dean shook his head.
"Nope,"he answered. "You choose what you want with your life. If you choose the military, that is your choice. No one will force you into anything against your will."
"What about units?"
"New units will be formed with your new families. If there's anyone you definitely don't want to separate from we will not separate you." Dean noticed the excited whispers as the future of their new lives really sunk in. The kids were starting to understand their new freedom. "You can call unit members whenever you like. A reunion will be set up each year, so no one will lose contact." There was general cheer and excitement among the x5s.
"What about Lydecker?"A question broke from the excited chatter.
"He's dead,"Dean answered. "Most of Manticore is either dead or running." They wouldn't be able to run for long though. Hunters were searching for them. They had been placed on the monster list. There was a collective gasp as confirmation of Lydecker's demise was made. He had been the big bad scary monster among the units, running Manticore with an iron fist. The news that he was dead had shocked the children.
"No more Manticore?"A girl with vibrant red hair asked. She was psy-ops, Dean could tell.
"No more Manticore,"Dean promised. The room filled with cheers. Most of the children were beyond happy. Others, though the minority, were confused and upset by the statement. Dean would have to keep an eye out for those children. Make sure they could overcome the brainwash they had suffered from.
"What about us?!"Mole shouted, among the crowd. He crossed his arms, anger in his eyes. Of course the x-series would get adopted. They were cute little kids. But, the transhumans were freaks. They couldn't even walk out the door without having normals scream and run from them. They had nothing. In the eyes of Manticore, they were nothing. They were the mistakes. The freaks that had a bit too much animal. "It's all well and good for the transgenics, but us transhumans don't have a future."
"Course you do,"Dean stated, meeting Mole's angry glare. "We have a plan for you."
"What?"Mole scoffed. "The dissection table?"A flurry of fear that overtook the transhumans. Dean didn't miss the weeping youngsters as they buried their heads against the older transhumans. Terror in their eyes.
"No,"Dean snapped back. He knew Mole was afraid. He covered his fear with anger. They were kids. Just kids. He wanted to make sure they had an opportunity at life. An opportunity at education and finding love. Sam mentioned online college which Dean considered the perfect opportunity. "We have two options for you-"
Mole glared, waiting for the options. If he was forced back into the darkness, he'd kill a bitch. He got a taste for fresh air, he wasn't giving it up again because of stupid humans and their petty fears.
"One,"Dean stated. "You'll stay here. The boarding house is secluded enough that you can wander around free without fear." Mole scoffed, though his shoulders and muscles loosened realizing they weren't going to be hidden away like the freaks they were. Dean listed the opportunities in that option. "Two-" Mole raised a brow. "Irv found a ghost town in Idaho where he lives. The place can be remodeled and made into your own city. There, you can trade with other hunters and make a living." Mole's crossed arms lowered, realizing the options would benefit him instead of hurt him. "Both options are available to you. You and your people can stay here for however long you want. When you choose to fly the coop, the town will be available to you. How does that sound?"
Mole looked at his people, a smirk curved his lips when they nodded. They would be okay. "That,"Mole stated, breathing heavily. He was trying to keep his emotions in check. For fifteen years he was a freak. Ignored and thrown away like trash. In one day, he was offered a home and a future. He didn't know how to handle the emotions he was feeling. For years, he felt anger and fear. Now there was nothing but relief, excitement, happiness? All because a community took notice of their situation and cared. "sounds...great...amazing."
"You in then, kiddo?"Dean asked. Mole nodded, wiping at his eyes. Something wet was leaking down his cheeks, but it wasn't because of pain.
"Yeah,"Mole sniffed, a laugh bubbled from his throat. "I'm in. I'm all the way in."
"Good,"Dean said, smiling at the boy. "I'm in too." Mole laughed. He couldn't hold back the excitement or laughter. Neither could his people. The feeling was foreign. He had hope. Dean pointed a finger at Mole and the kid startled. "We have a poker match tonight. I need to teach you the ways of a good poker face."
"Can I play too, Dad?"Alec piped up. Ben nodded his head, loving poker when cookies were involved.
"Course you can,"Dean responded. The twins cheered as they discussed the cookies that needed to be used. "Also, I'll be introducing you to your first beer."
"Dean,"Sam protested from the back. "He's fifteen-" Dean rolled his eyes.
"Shut your pie-hole, Sam,"Dean stated. "The kid deserves a beer after the shit he's been through." Mole chuckled, already curious about beer and amused by the argument between the two brothers. "Any kid above the age of twelve will be allowed their first taste of beer." Sam protested, but Dean rolled his eyes. "Shut it, Sammy. We had our first beer even younger."
"Stunted brain development?"Sam suggested with a huff.
"One beer won't kill brain cells,"Dean argued.
"No, but they could suffer from early addiction,"Sam answered, crossing his arms.
"Kids drink in Europe."
We're not in Europe, we're in North America,"Sam quipped.
"Who cares,"Dean drawled. "The law's stupid. Quit being a killjoy."Sam did his signature huff, throwing his hands in the air. Dean won this argument. A quirk curved the younger hunters lips. Could be fun seeing the transhuman teens try their first beer Sam decided. Dean was right, he was being a killjoy. The kids' heads shot back and forth as they listened to the argument with apt attention. Alec explained to the room that this was normal. This was what he had to listen to everyday. Some of the kids chuckled and Alec reassured them that he loved the arguments.
"Now, that's settled,"Dean huffed, rolling his eyes. "See freedom of speech at it's finest." The kids giggled at the joke. Dean grinned. At least, he now had an audience that appreciated his jokes. "Lets get started with name choosing. Everyone who doesn't have a name, I want you to line up." Hundreds of kids started standing, excited for their new names. "The hunters in the back and I will help choose names for all of you. If you don't like a name, speak up."
Each adult was surrounded by children. Names were given and kids were gleeful about the dropping of their designation as they announced their new names to the room at large. The naming took a couple hours with the help of Ben's unit. Near the end, tables were pulled out and kids gorged on a junk food feast.
Christmas Day:
"Mia!"Jo called. "Nessa."Three weeks had passed and already the home was thinning in transgenics. Christmas postcards had been sent from all over. Pictures of hunters and their new transgenic children stood beaming in front of a house or in a forest. Bill and Ann Wilson was the recent card with their four adopted youngsters. Jo smiled, looking at the card and the six beaming faces. The kids had chosen the names Rebel, Riot, Liberty, and Anarchy before they had been adopted by the Wilson family. Jo turned the card, scrawled across, in messy handwriting, was a message.
Merry Christmas from the Wilson family! Just hiked Mt. Olympus! The beautiful scenery in the background of the two boys(Riot and Anarchy) and the two girls(Rebel and Liberty) just expressed the beauty of their new life. Kids will be starting school in January. School supplies have been bought. The kids destroyed Bill during basketball. Real naturals. He's getting them on a team this season. Jo laughed when another picture slid out, showing an out of breath Bill and the four kids that circled him with boundless energy.
She opened another Christmas card from Dan and Laurie O'Connell. A smile curved her lips, seeing a picture of the O'Connell's three daughters with Biggs and Mandy, two of the transgenic children they had adopted two weeks ago. Biggs was giving a mock horrified scream as girls of all ages hung from his shoulders and arms. Merry Christmas from the O'Connell family! As you can see from the picture, Bigsy is getting used to his big brother role! Mel absolutely adores him! Jo grinned, noticing the three year old, hugging Biggs close. Mandy is a real doll! So pleased with our two new family additions.
Jo shifted through the Christmas cards. She could hear the laughter from the living room as presents were opened and games were played. There had been a chubby bunny competition yesterday which Mole had won. The kids had teased the teen about chipmunk DNA. Dean had started the game. And like all things that started, it turned into chaos. Kids were hyped up on sugar and beyond pleased about the amount of presents received. Most were from Worthington, who had the money to get each child a nice gift.
She picked up another card, this one from Worthington. She flipped the card open, meeting the cheerful faces of the older man and the three kids he brought into his life. All four were wearing Santa hats. Gem clung to Richard, looking like little orphan Annie and Daddy Warbucks. The other two kids, Joey and Tina, were licking candy canes. Merry Christmas! The card said. More pictures fell out of the sleeve, showing the children riding bikes through the mansion. Hanging out at Worthington's desk and swimming in the indoor pool.
More cards with Rufus and his three kids(Syl, Jondy, and Zane) were shown. Garth with his two, Marcus and Brandy. Irv with Krit and Zack. Jody with Ralph, Dalton, Cece, and Bullet. She flipped through card after card, each showing the genuine beaming faces of each child and baby. Most of the x8s had already been named and given homes.
Jo looked around her office at her own collection of pictures of her two girls. Even though it had been only weeks since the rescue and a couple months since she found her girls. They were buried deep into her life and she couldn't imagine a day without them. Her Vada and Tinga. She smiled at the picture of her mother making Christmas cookies with Vada and Tinga. The identical serious looks of concentration as they frosted the angel cookies.
"Mia,"Jo called again. "Nessa." There was a soft knock at the door before the door swung open and the little mind controller bounced in. The girl's blue eyes sparkled as Jo put away the cards. "Hey, sweetie."
"Hi,"Mia replied. Her brows furrowed as her hands, worriedly, played with her skirt. "What's wrong?"
Nessa came in seconds later, her vibrant red hair was curled. And green eyes searched Jo for answers. Nessa, Jo learned later, could predict the outcomes of the future very accurately. She had precognitive dreams and visions.
"She has found us a home,"Nessa announced with a broad grin on her freckled face. Jo nodded, returning the girl's smile.
"Yup,"Jo stated, Nessa bounced already knowing what Jo was about to say. The girl had been very cheerful yesterday, having predicted the phone-call before it happened. "Go pack your bags. They'll be here in two hours."
Mia paused, shifting from foot to foot. Jo knew the girl was nervous. The situation was an unknown. "Do they seem nice?"Mia finally asked.
"Yeah,"Jo said, getting down onto her knees. "They seem very nice."Mia sighed, biting her bottom lip.
"Nessa probably already knows, but-"The girl paused, playing with a dark curl. "What are their names? What do I call them? Will they let me keep my new toys?"
"Betty and John Drew,"Jo answered, rubbing the girl's arm, reassuringly. "They are from Georgia and are psychics."
"Like me,"Mia questioned. Jo nodded. Missouri chose them out personally. In fact, the older woman was in charge of the entire psychic adoption portion. She had found Brain his forever home too. Jo wrapped an arm around the little girl's shoulder as she led her towards the stairs.
"Don't worry, Mia,"Jo said. "I promise everything will be fine. You'll be happy." She bent down, hugging the girl. Mia wrapped her arms around the blond. "The toys are yours." Mia grinned, eyes watery.
"I guess I'll pack my stuff,"she whispered, pulling away. Jo nodded. Mia bounced past Joann, who was coming down the stairs with Brian. Sammi followed, dressed in a blue dress that Lucy had chosen out for her. Jo had learned, unlike Max, Sammi was a real girly-girl. She immediately took a fancy to dresses and skirts and cute shoes. She couldn't wait for her hair to grow long, so she could curl it. Max on the other hand was a tomboy. She refused to wear dresses and only wanted leather jackets and boots. She was constantly wearing beanies and fingerless gloves. Jo loved seeing the different personalities develop for each child. Lucy stood between the twin girls, beaming. It was the first Christmas she had felt safe and happy. Her drunk father was gone and she had two brand new sisters. Her mother, Joann, was beaming wearing the beautiful necklace that Brian had bought for her. He wasn't rushing a relationship, instead he had agreed to friendship wanting to see where it would lead them. He had taken on a father figure role with the girls without even realizing it. He was smitten. Wrapped around the little fingers of three girls and a beautiful woman.
"You told the girls?"Joann asked, spotting Jo. Jo nodded.
"Yeah,"the hunter responded. "They'll be arriving in an hour or two. Where are you folks heading?"
"Brian is treating us to dinner,"Joann stated. Her gaze lingered on Brian Guevera's face.
"Then we're gonna walk through the park,"Sammi piped up. Brian was helping her with the coat and handing her fuzzy white gloves that he bought the little girl on their last shopping trip. "The snow is so beautiful." She fluttered her eyes and Max rolled hers.
"As long as I can have a snowball fight,"Max mumbled, grumpily.
"Hey,"Brian quipped, bumping the nine-year-old. "Ready for total annihilation part three?" Max huffed, pointing a finger.
"Hey,"Max retorted. "I won last time. You had no chance defeating me."
"Sure,"Brian teased. "Though last time, I let you win." Max crossed her arms, wrinkling her nose.
"No, you didn't,"Max stated. Brian nodded his head, winking at Joann. The woman giggled at how he riled up Max and teased her competitive streak. "That's not true."
"I think it is,"he joked. Max shook her head, refusing to believe the lie.
"Fine,"She huffed. "Maybe you did last time. But, this time I'll destroy you." Jo waved goodbye as the developing family moved by, heading towards the front door. She heard the other two girls, offering to help fight Brian as the door slammed shut.
Two hours passed, Nessa and Mia sat on the couch, waiting for the arrival of Betty and John Drew. Nessa vibrated with excitement, while Mia was nervous. While they waited, the remaining transgenics and transhumans had wandered in, hugging them goodbye and wishing them 'luck'. Mia had grown used to the new routine and treasured it. Now, it was being ripped away from her again. She just hoped Betty and John were as nice as Nessa claimed them to be.
She heard laughter and shouts of 'No' as the poker game that Dean had started didn't go Mole's way. Dean was scooping in the chips, laughing, as the Lizard teen leaned across the chair, distraught. Joshua smiled, as he painted a picture with his new brush set and the adults had discovered that Joshua was interested in art, they had scrounged up their money to buy him art supplies.
Mia held the picture close. The one that Joshua painted for her. It was a mix of beautiful colors that illustrated the feelings of hope and happiness. Joshua didn't want her to be scared and said this picture would remind her of the good the future will bring. She couldn't even listen to the excited chatter from Nessa. Maybe she should use her abilities to convince the adults to let her stay.
"Hey, kiddo." Mia looked up, just as Sam sat next to her. "Are you ready?" She had grown attached to Sam, finding she couldn't control his mind. Sam was like her, though he kept his abilities dormant. He was afraid of the darkness his powers brought. Mia didn't see darkness, all she saw from Sam was light.
She, vigorously, shook her head before resting her forehead against his shoulder. Sam chuckled, patting the girl's back.
"What if they don't like me?"Mia mumbled. Sam had rescued her. He had been her rock. Her protector for the last few weeks. What if these people couldn't take care of her like he could?
"Who wouldn't love you,"he stated. "You're Mia." Nessa tried to reassure the dark-haired girl that everything was going to be okay. She already saw it.
"Can I just stay here with you?"She asked, tears filling her eyes. "I'll be really quiet. You won't even know I'm here." Sam shook his head, planting a kiss in the girl's hair.
"Mia, you'll have a permanent home,"Sam said. "Parents you won't have to share with the other kids besides Nessa." Nessa beamed. He had read the report about the Drews. They had wanted children for years, but were unable to have any. They turned to adoption the moment Missouri contacted them. "They'll adore the both of you."
"You sure?"Mia stressed. Sam nodded. He could hear a car driving up. By the reaction from the other kids, the Drews had arrived.
"I'm positive,"he stated. "Lets meet your new family." Jo answered the door as Sam led the two girls into the room. Betty was holding presents in her arms, a bright smile on her face. Her hair was curled, lips painted with vibrant red lipstick. She wore a pencil skirt and white blouse. A coat hung from her shoulders. John stood next to her, an arm around her waist. They were perfect, Mia noticed, like a couple from the 1950s, beautiful and posh.
When Sam appeared with Nessa and Mia, Betty dropped the presents and cried. John smiled widely, taking off his stetson.
"Hello,"Betty whispered. The woman was gorgeous. Mia wanted to be just like her. She slowly moved forward, lugging the suitcase behind her. Nessa ran ahead, lunging herself out the woman. Too Nessa, she had already met and known the woman for a while. The past week, Nessa woke up from dreams describing this exact woman. The woman wrapped her arms around Nessa, hugging the girl close.
"I saw you in my dreams,"Nessa whispered, tearfully. The woman used a thumb to brush away the tears.
"Me too,"she whispered. Nessa grinned. The two girls looked exactly like the visions. "It's nice to finally meet you Nessa. Precognition?" Nessa nodded, before hugging John. "Hello, Mia." Mia startled.
"Hello,"Mia whispered. She shifted from foot to foot, deciding if she should say it. If she should test it out. She glared. "Give me a hundred bucks." She put the command in her voice, holding out her hand. When neither the woman nor man came forth with the money, Mia gasped. Betty's brows furrowed and Mia laughed, covering her mouth.
"Honey,"Betty said. "I promise you that you'll be receiving a lot more than a hundred bucks. Oh." She bent down, grabbing the presents. "I brought you a gift. I saw in a dream that you really like stuffed animals and ribbons. So, I bought you-"
"I can't tell you what to do,"she whispered, giggling. She didn't have to worry around them. Choose her words with care. She could say whatever she wanted and they wouldn't obey her every word. She ran forward, hugging the woman close. The present dropped as the woman closed the hug.
"Of course you can't sweetie,"Betty laughed. "Our minds are designed the same way." Betty's was natural while Mia's was forced because of genetic engineering.
"Why don't you open your presents,"John suggested, picking up the gifts and handing them to the girls. "I hope you like them. We were able to put the gifts together based on our visions." He glanced at Sam's retreating form. "Thank you, Sam Winchester, for giving us a family." Sam nodded, closing the door. He could hear the happy chatter as the new parents bonded with their adopted daughters. He could hear John tell the girls about the house and the little creek nearby. Mia had quickly forgotten about her fears as she ripped into her gift and pulled out the stuffed bunny with blue ribbons.
Dean sat in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee. The kids were asleep after a long Christmas. He watched the snow lazily drift. The only light was from the colorful Christmas lights on the tree. The kids had joyfully decorated it a few days before Christmas. Mia and Nessa were taken home with joy on their young faces. After the girls, a few more families came, picking up their own infants or toddlers. The home had been bustling with nonstop energy. The whole day was filled with presents, desserts, and games. Sam's famous eggnog had been introduced to the hunters and transhumans. With Mole and Joshua having a little bit too much. Dix and Luke had played on their new laptops all day. The two hackers had joyfully hacked into multiple government files and business sites.
Now it was quiet. Sam and him had gotten the boys to bed though it had been a difficult task. All the twins wanted to do was play video-games with the other kids. Richard had invested in an x-box. Sam had crashed, leaving Dean alone for the time being.
They would be leaving in a couple days. The family business was calling and monsters needed to be fought. The boys would be sad to leave, but with the freedom of the road and no Manticore to worry about they could go wherever they wanted. Visit whoever they wanted. There had been requests to visit Uncle Richard, since Alec was enthralled by the idea of a comic-book collection. Though it would be sad to leave, Dean knew they always could visit. He had a promise to keep to quite a few teenagers. Mole had wanted to learn to drive. Dean promised he'd be back to teach. For now, the transhumans wanted to stay in South Dakota. They were happy with the home. Since the x-series kids were quickly leaving and joining new families, there was plenty of room for the transhumans. Dean smiled. He knew they would be fine. All the kids would be fine if the postcards were any indication.
"Hello, Dean." Dean jumped, nearly spilling the coffee on himself. He spun, meeting the gaze of steel blue eyes.
"Geez, Cas,"Dean griped. "How many times have I told you not to sneak up on a guy like that." Castiel shrug, stepping out of the shadows. He could see the playful smirk on the angel's face. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Many times,"Castiel guessed as his gaze landed on the drifting snow. Dean snorted, falling back into his seat. He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking the sleep from his mind.
"Where have you been?"Dean asked, finally. His gaze lingered on the stoic Castiel. "I haven't seen you since-" Castiel bobbed his head.
"I've been about,"the angel answered. Dean rolled his eyes at the vagueness. "The Apocalypse will not be happening again."
"That's good to know,"Dean grumbled. "Raphael's dead?" Castiel shook his head.
"After the battle we came to an agreement."Which meant the angel had tucked his tail and ran when Gabriel had joined the fight. Considering the earth had rumbled that pointed to the large amount of power used in the fight.
"So, he ran,"Dean grumbled. Castiel shook his head.
"He's retiring,"Castiel responded. Dean quirked a brow, wondering how angel's retired. "Temporarily."
"How does an angel retire?"Dean questioned. Castiel shrugged, taking a seat in one of the chairs.
"He honestly believed the Apocalypse would bring peace in the end,"Castiel said, ignoring Dean's question.
"Even though in the process millions would die,"Dean pointed out. Castiel nodded.
"He had lost faith,"Castiel stated. "He had grown weary and hoped for paradise. Just in the wrong place and in the wrong way." Dean gave a low whistle, rubbing the back of his head. All this nonsense happened because of a lack of faith.
"The spare key's gone, right?"
Castiel nodded. "I hid it,"Castiel answered. His brows furrowed. "But, I forgot where I hid it." He glanced at Dean. "Which is good, since we don't want the demons getting a hold of it either." Dean bobbed his agreed. He took a sip of his coffee, leaning back.
"You guys back in Heaven now?"
"For now,"Castiel said. "We're trying to clean out the corruption. Gabriel's in charge now with me as his second."
Dean's brow shot up. "Are you alright with that?"
"Course,"Castiel answered. "He's an archangel. I'm a Seraph. Everything will be fixed."
"If you're happy than I'm happy,"Dean stated, offering the mug to Cas. Castiel shook his head. "What's your next step then?"
"Find God,"Castiel answered. "Figure out how this apocalypse rumor started. Why it started. If he was involved with it."
"Sounds busy,"Dean agreed, taking another sip. He swallowed the warm liquid. "If you need help-"Dean gestured to himself and Castiel chuckled.
"Take care of your boys,"Castiel suggested. "They'll need you more than I will. There's a whole world out there and you and Sam need to teach them." Dean smiled, bowing his head.
"Alright,"Dean agreed. Castiel leaned back in his seat with a wistful smile. "Besides they'll need Uncle Castiel to teach them a thing or two as well."
"Uncle Castiel?"The angel asked, lifting a brow. Dean smirked.
"Yeah,"Dean said. "The boys started calling you that. They keep asking when uncle Cas will be back. Can he babysit again? According to Ben, you're taking him to China." Cas chuckled.
"I did promise him that,"Castiel confirmed. Dean smirked. "They're very insistent."
"Yes, they are,"Dean agreed. "Wouldn't be Winchesters if they weren't."
"Tell him soon,"Castiel decided. "Next time I babysit."
"Good,"Dean stated with a sigh of relief. "You agreed to babysit. Didn't even have to strong arm you into it."
"Strong arm?"Castiel quipped. "I'd like to see you try." Dean's brows popped up.
"When did you become sassy?"Dean grumbled with a smirk.
"Learned from the best,"the angel muttered. He watched the snow, mesmerized by the white flakes. "It is beautiful. His creation that is." Dean hummed his agreement, placing his feet on the coffee table. "Tell me about the kids first Christmas." Dean grinned, delving into the tale about the boys beaming faces as they pulled presents out of their stockings and ate candy. He described the sugar rush that had overtook the manor. He talked about the children who finally found their forever home.
Manticore burned. The bad guys fled. The kids were going to be fine now. Everyone was going to be fine. The future appeared bright.
Last chapter! Thanks for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoyed the tale! More stories will come your way! Until next time!