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Mary called the boys in sick the next morning. Dean had wrestling practice he couldn't miss, so he went for his afternoon classes. Sam sat on the floor of the living room eating lunch and watching cartoons.
"Hey," Mary said, sitting on the floor next to him, "can we talk?"
Sam turned off the television.
"I know you were eavesdropping last night," Mary continued, "and I just want you to know, if there's anything you have questions about, you can ask me. Or you can ask Dad if that's what you prefer."
"Dean's really mad," Sam said quietly.
"I know he is. But I want to know how you feel right now."
"Do I really have a brother?" Sam asked, trying not to sound excited. He always wanted to have a little brother to play with. Especially now that Dean was a teenager and a pain.
"Yes you do. His name is Adam and he's probably around three."
"Can I meet him?" Sam almost jumping through the ceiling; he was so excited.
"I think that'd be okay," Mary said, slightly laughing. "We'd have to talk to Dad first but I'm sure he'll want you to meet."
Sam started daydreaming about meeting Adam. He wondered if Adam looked more like him or more like Dean.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Mary said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Are you and Dad gonna get a divorce?"
Mary's heart dropped. She knew the question would be asked someday. She loved John, but lately things hadn't been the way they were. And now that Adam and Kate existed, she knew things were going to continue to be different.
"I don't know honey," she said, holding his hands. Sam's face fell and he dropped his head.
"I don't want Dad to go," he whined.
"Dad's not going away forever! Maybe he'll come back home, maybe he'll move out, I don't know. But I do know that he is not going to leave you or Dean. And he will always be there for you when you need him. Okay?"
Sam nodded his head.
"Listen, Dad is picking Dean up from practice today and wanted to know if you wanted to go with him," Mary said, hoping the change in topic might help Sam feel better.
Sam popped his head back up.
"He's going to be here in an hour so go get ready if you want to go."
"Okay!" Sam said, jumping up and running upstairs to get dressed.
"Guess who's home?" John announced, walking in through the front door.
"Daddy!" Sam cheered, running into the room and hugging his dad.
"Hey kid, what'd you and Mom do all day?"
"We watched cartoons!"
"Obviously. What else would you do on a day off?" John joked.
"Sam, don't forget your hoodie," Mary said, walking into the room. Sam ran back upstairs.
"I hope it's not too weird that I used the key for the front door," John told her.
"It's still technically your house John."
"Look, uh, I was wondering if I could take the boys tonight. I know it's a school night so I'll have them back at a reasonable hour. Just dinner, maybe rent a movie?"
"Where are you staying?"
"A friend from work is out of town so I'm crashing at his apartment. It's empty so he said I could bring the boys over."
"Have you talked to Kate?"
"I left a message but she has yet to call me back."
Both of them grew silent.
"I can't find it!" Sam cried, breaking the awkward silence.
"Sounds like it's time to clean that room!" John called back upstairs.
"Okay, I'm ready!" Sam said, running back downstairs and hugging Mary. "Bye Mom!"
"Bye Sammy. See you later."
She watched them walk down the driveway and get in John's car and drive off.
Dean was in the locker room changing out of his practice clothes.
"Winchester!" Coach called.
Dean threw his regular clothes back on and ran to Coach's office.
"Yes sir?"
"Sit down for a sec."
Dean sat in the chair in front of Coach's desk while Coach closed the door.
"You were a little off your game today. Is everything okay?"
"Just not feeling well today sir."
"Yeah, I noticed you were absent in your morning classes."
"My mom called me in sick."
"Is that all?" Coach asked. Dean nodded. "Alright then. See you tomorrow."
Dean waltzed out of the room and went back to his locker. He slowly gathered his things and walked out front where he saw his Dad and Sam.
"There he is!" John said.
Dean slowly walked up to them with no emotion.
"What's up?" John asked.
"Nothing," Dean answered. John sensed that wasn't true but knew better than to push his teenage son.
"So I have you two for the evening," John said, changing the subject. "What shall it be for dinner? Pizza or burgers?"
"Pizza!" Sam cheered.
"Dean?"
"Pizza's fine."
"Alright then. Let's go."
"Can I pick the movie? Pleeaaase?" Sam begged.
"Yeah, we'll see," John said, trying not to laugh. He threw both his arms around his boys and led them out to the car.
It was 8:30 and the movie had just finished. Sam, of course, was passed out on the couch. Kid still couldn't stay up for a whole movie.
"I should get you two home," John said, throwing a blanket over his youngest. "Your mom will be wondering where you are."
"We could stay the night," Dean suggested.
"You don't have your things. I'm not sending you to school tomorrow in the same clothes."
"We could skip again."
"Sit," John said, pointing to a stool at the kitchen counter. Dean rolled his eyes but did as he was told.
"Why do I get the feeling you're mad at me?" John asked. Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Dean I need verbal answers."
"Who said I was?"
"Mom told me what happened after I left last night."
Dean stayed quiet and shifted on the stool.
"Dean," John said, sitting on the stool next to him, "you have every right to be upset at me. You have every right to be upset at Mom. But the facts are, I left. I want to come back but I think the space would be good for now."
"That's what Mom said," Dean mumbled.
"She's right. As much as I hoped that you all wouldn't find out about Kate or Adam… I was stupid to think you never would. I should have said something when it happened and I should have told you and Sam about Adam when he was born."
Dean shifted in his seat and crossed his arms across his chest.
"What's on your mind Dean?" John asked.
"Why'd you do it, Dad? Why'd you cheat?" Dean asked, looking up at his dad. John could see the hurt in Dean's face, even if Dean would never admit it.
"I know you want to be an adult, but you're fourteen. Okay? There is still so much that you can't understand."
"Try me."
"Dean-" John began. He was interrupted by his cell phone ringing. "Hello… yes Mary they're still here… yeah our movie just ended I'm bringing them home now… see you soon."
"Dad," Dean pleaded. He didn't want to leave. He wasn't even sure if he was actually mad at his dad. He just didn't want to go back home if he wasn't coming with.
"Get your guys' schoolbags. I'll carry Sam out to the car."
John carried Sam out and put him in the backseat. Dean sat upfront but looked out the passenger window the whole ride. When they got back home, John carried Sam up to his bed and Dean went into his room, slammed the door, and put his headphones on.
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