Sam is 15. Dean is 19. Adam is 7. Anna is 11. Jo is 13.
Dean sighed in relief as he finally pulled into the Roadhouse. Adam had been complaining in the backseat for the past hour, and Dean was glad that his little brother could finally get the chance to stretch his legs. Dean didn't know why, but sometime around when his little brother had turned six, he had stopped looking up to his older brother like he walked on gold and instead started to constantly argue with him. It wasn't just Dean though; Even their mom had a hard time with the kid sometimes. Dean hoped he hadn't been that bad as a kid, but most of his memories of that time dealt with missing Sammy and constantly being on the road, so he didn't really know. Dean still loved the kid though; he just got annoyed at him more easily. Either way, Dean was just relieved that they were visiting Ellen and Jo. For some reason, Adam was always well behaved for them.
Adam was out of the car as soon as Dean had put it into park, and racing towards the Roadhouse with absolutely no regard for the fact that it was probably filled with hardened hunters who weren't known for being the kindest breed. Not that any hunter would ever touch another hunter's family; still though, it was the thought that counted. Dean followed his brother at what he thought was a much more dignified pace. After all, he was an adult and a hunter now, and had to act mature. Even if he did really miss the woman and girl he thought of as an aunt and cousin.
When he walked into the bar, Adam was already standing next to Ellen chattering excitedly. He was probably telling her about school. Kid had only just finished second grade but he was already a real whiz. Dean didn't get it; sure school was good for seeing his friends and picking up girls, but Dean had never gotten excited over the actual learning part. Meanwhile, Adam got excited when he practiced his multiplication tables with their Mom. Personally, Dean was glad he had graduated last year. As he had been planning all along, he started hunting pretty much full time after graduation, though the bunker was still his home. His parents, over protective as they were, still weren't letting him do solo hunts that were more than a classic salt n' burn. According to them, he always needed at least one other hunter with him on anything bigger; his usual partners were one of his parents, though he had teamed up with Caleb for a good four months last year. He may have cheated his parents' rule by taking on a poltergeist or two, but what his parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them. He was nineteen for God's sake, an adult, and had been hunting for over three years. You'd think his parents would have eased up by now. As much as he wanted to though, he couldn't really blame his parents; they didn't want to lose another child to the life. They couldn't stop Dean from hunting, but they could make sure he went in prepared.
Dean gave a wave to Ellen as he went to sit at the bar. He knew she wouldn't serve him; something about he may be a hunter but he still wasn't legal, but he still wanted to catch up. By this time, Adam had finished whatever conversation he was having with Ellen, and went to find Jo, who had conveniently just entered the bar from the back room. She was chattering animatedly with a shorter redheaded girl. At first Dean assumed it was a friend from school or something, but after a moment he could have sworn he knew her. It didn't take much longer for the realization to hit. It was Sam's little sister; he was pretty sure that her name started with an A. If she was here, that probably meant that her older brother was too. God, Dean hadn't thought about the kid for almost a year. Not that he would be a kid anymore; Sam was probably in his mid teens by now.
When he had first started hunting, Dean had thought about hunting with the kid who he had so amazingly got along with for a few days when he had barely hit puberty, but as the years passed the thought had crept up less and less. He figured that if he hadn't seen the other boy in all that time, he probably wouldn't see him again. Besides Dean was pretty sure that their parents didn't really like each other all too much if his dad's reaction to when ever Michael Dangé was brought up was anything to go by. Honestly, Dangé was brought up in hunter conversations to talk about how he was a loner or to mention that he was the best in the business. Dean was pretty sure his dad was a bit jealous of that since it seemed like Dangé and the Winchesters were in competition for said spot of best in the business.
It only took Dean about a minute to find the boy. He was sitting at a table towards the back of the bar, surrounded by what looked like research for a hunt if the decades old tomes piled next to him were anything to go by. Dean immediately wanted to go over and see if Sam still remembered him, but Ellen had finally noticed that he was sitting at the bar, so Dean was drawn into conversation with her.
"Dean! How are you, boy?" Ellen greeted him with a smile and a hug. No matter how old he got, Ellen still saw the little boy who came into the Roadhouse and immediately started acting like an older brother to Jo.
"I'm fine, Ellen. Mom and dad found a hunt in Washington and I don't have anything right now, so I'm looking after Adam. I thought we'd come visit instead of going back to the bunker." Ellen melted under what Dean thought was his most innocent smile.
"And I'm glad you did, honey. You're not the only ones visiting. I'm watching the Dangé kids as well. Do you remember them? I think you met a few years ago." Dean nodded.
"Yeah of course. Sam and Anna, right? I'll just go say hi." Dean gestured towards Sam's corner.
"You do that. Maybe you can help him with whatever he's researching. Won't tell Jo a peep about it. He says she's too young yet. Boy's a hunting genius though." Dean turned to go. "Oh, and Dean?" Dean turned around to look at her. "I talked to your mama this morning. Absolutely no hunting while you're here. You're on break. She told me your last hunt was pretty rough." Dean sighed. His mom and Ellen knew him to well. He had wanted to leave Adam there and see if he good find a good hunt; and his ribs weren't hurting too much from his last salt n' burn. They weren't even broken; they were just a bit bruised.
Dean approached Sam's table casually. He didn't want to appear too eager to see the boy again. It had been years; Sam might not even remember him. Nope. He would play it cool and act like he hadn't been thinking about seeing him on and off again for the past six years or so.
"Sam. Hey Sam!" Dean called out to the kid as he reached his table. It took awhile to get Sam's attention. He seemed to be really into whatever he was researching. Dean could literally see Sam's eyes widening as they made eye contact. Apparently, Sam had not forgotten who he was.
"Hey. You're Dean Winchester right? We met a few years ago. How are you? Have your parents finally started letting you hunt yet? Are you hunting alone? My dad's let me do a few solo hunts but they're all pretty easy and I can't really drive on my own in most places yet so he usually comes with me." Sam suddenly blushed as he realized how much he was rambling on. Dean was pretty sure Sam hadn't taken a breath the whole time.
"Yeah. It's good to see you again Sam. I'm doing really well. Yeah my parents finally let me start hunting a few years ago, but I haven't done anything too interesting. The only solo hunts I'm allowed on are salt n' burns." If Dean wasn't a fully grown man, the face he made at that statement could have been described as a pout. "So what are you working on?"
"Oh I'm just helping Bobby with a translation. This," Sam pointed to a heavy and very old book in front of him, "is some kind of demonic hand guide written in what looks like a mix of cuneiform, ancient greek, and ancient hebrew, but it's kind of hard to tell cause it all seems to be in a really weird dialect." Dean just stared at him.
"And you're helping him with that? Shouldn't he be calling a college professor or something?" Sam started to blush again.
"My dad's just really good at languages," he mumbled, "and, well, he taught a lot of them to me and I'm just kinda good at them." Sam ended with a wry smile. Dean took the smile as an invitation and sat down across from him.
"Jesus, kid. You're like a genius or something. No wonder they think you're like a hunting prodigy." Sam was still blushing like crazy at the praise, but he threw it right back at Dean.
"Hey I've heard the same thing about you. The great Dean Winchester; continuing the Winchester legacy." Sam said the last part with enough sarcasm that the air quotes he used were hardly necessary. Dean took it in stride though and gave at mocking bow. In return, Sam threw a pen cap at him.
"So Sam, anything I can do to help? Greek and cuneiform are beyond me but I do know a bit of hebrew."
"Sure grab a notebook and a pen, and we'll see what you can do." The two boys actually managed to get some work done for about half an hour before they devolved into catching up and joking around. From what Dean did gather of the book though, it was some pretty gruesome stuff and Dean could see why Sam wouldn't let Jo or his little sister near it. All in all, Dean and Sam stayed sequestered in their corner of the bar until it got late and the bar got busy, when Ellen came over to bully them into helping serve.
Hey Guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a few days. I returned to university this week and was busy trying to figure out my classes. On that note, I'm nearing the last few chapters I already have written. From then on, updates will be much more spread out as I write the chapters. Anyway, my awesome sister Leo did a really cute drawing for this fic of Sam with the rabbit in chapter 5. You can find it on her tumblr: 100gallifreyan-demigod under the tag GenesisSPNfanart. So go check it out! (It's also the cover for this fic but that's kind of small and hard to see)