The house was easily the largest building the boys had ever stepped foot in. There were both indoor and outdoor pools, a formal dining room, a casual dining room, Tony's workshop, Steve's home office, a library (Sam's eyes had gotten as big as dinner plates trying to take in all the books so readily available to him), a home gym and Dean's personal favourite, a garage lined up with over twenty luxury cars.
"Why is there a punching bag in the corner?" Sam asked their guides, big brown eyes gazing up at them.
"Tony and I don't get to spend a whole lot of time together just the two of us, so sometimes when Tony is tinkering with his cars I come down and box. Just to be near him." Steve wrapped an arm around the shorter man, kissing the top of his head as Dean rolled his eyes at the display.
"Mr Wilson said you were married, but you're both men?" Sam had no idea that his question was so wildly inappropriate and simply looked to the men for the answer .
Dean on the other hand did. He reached out and shoved Sam behind him, waiting for the back hand.
"Dean what the heck? I was just asking a question!" Sam pushed his brother away from him, annoyed. The older boy blinked a couple times before looking up at the couple.
Steve's face was pinched in concern, before shaking himself and started explaining gay relationships to Sam. He was very calm and sported a smile the entire time. Answering any questions the young by had.
Tony on the other hand was studying Dean. His face was unreadable as he looked the teen in the eye for a long moment, before joining the conversation.
Dean was confused. Surely that comment had to have offended the couple, why didn't they react?
The last stop on the tour was their room. It was twice as big as their last motel room with dad and held two identical wooden frame double beds. The walls were sparsely decorated but was painted in shades of green and blue. Opposite their beds were matching desks and wardrobes, complete with laptops on the desks and clothes filling the drawers.
"I know it's pretty plain right now, but you can decorate it however you'd like. Just let one of us know and we can go shopping for whatever you like. And those laptops on the desks are for the two of you, we don't track what you search but please do try and be responsible." Tony said from the doorway. Him and Steve were standing just outside the room, watching the brothers with smiles on their faces.
Dean turned to his hosts. "Thank you." His smile was tight, as though forced, where as Sam was gleaming ear to ear.
"Dean! Laptops! This will make research so much easier!" Sam ran to the furthest desk and started fiddling with the computer.
"We figured you would want to share a room for now. If at any time you want your own rooms just let us know and we'll fix something up, we have more than enough rooms." Steve told Dean. "Sam can you look at me please?" he called out to the boy. He made sure both boys were paying attention before speaking. "This is your room. No one else in allowed in your room at any time except for you. The only exception to this rule is when you're sick and need to be taken care of, or if we feel someone is in danger. Other than that, everyone in this house will get express permission before walking through this doorway. Understand?" Sam nodded and returned his attention to the computer. Dean eyed Steve, scanning him for something, before nodding slowly.
"Good! Do you have any questions for us before we get dinner ready?" Steve asked.
Dean shook his head and Sammy called "Nope!" from his desk, already engrossed with the new technology.
"Okay then. We're going to eat in the casual dining room, we'll call for you when the food is ready. If you get lost we'll send someone to come find you. Now it's time for Mr. Wilson and Mr. Coulson to go home, why don't you say goodbye." Steve pushed his husband toward the stairs, muttering about leaving them to get acclimatized.
Mr. Wilson cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at Dean. "May I come in your room?" He smiled.
Dean rolled his eyes and gestured for the two men to come in. Mr. Wilson walked into the room and knelt beside the teen.
"You know the drill and you know my number. Feel free to call at any hour for anything at all." This was the case workers usual statement to the boys before leaving a foster home, but this time he added. "Steve was actually my commanding officer in the army, so these aren't just random people that I'm leaving you with this time. I really do trust these men with my life." He reached out and put a hand on Dean's shoulder. "However. If you don't feel safe at any time, know that I will take your side every time. You say they are the most despicable human beings on the planet I will come get you at two in the morning, bring my gun and start the lawsuit before you can even hang up. Heck, if someone even looks at you funny, you call me immediately."
This was the reason that Dean didn't just take Sam and run. Mr. Wilson was truely a good man that believed in the two of them with his entire heart. It wasn't his fault that they kept getting stuck with the worst kind of humans.
Dean nodded and gave a rare genuine smile to the man. "You know me. Anything threatens Sammy, I won't hesitate."
Mr. Wilson smiled back before squeezing the teens shoulder and standing up, attempting to pry Sam away from the internet.
Dean looked at the other man now. The 'Mr. Coulson' that was the reason they were here. Dean didn't trust him yet. The man nodded to Dean before sitting in the desk chair a few feet away.
"I know your history." The man began, not even bothering to keep looking at the teen. "I know you stayed with some real monsters in the past." At this he pointedly looked at Dean before continuing to roam his eyes around the room. Dean's breath stopped. Monsters? He knew about the supernatural?
"You'll find everything you need to be safe already in place, and everything you need to feel safe in your bottom desk drawer." The man continued. "Steve and Tony aren't ignorant of the situation as a whole, but the specifics are very fuzzy. If you feel the need, you can share anything with them and they will not tell your secrets to another being. Either way, while you are in this house you are under both my and their protection and always will be." At that, the man lifted himself from the chair as waited for Mr. Wilson to finish hugging Sam, before giving one last pointed look to the teen and leaving.
"Dean this is awesome! I can't believe they gave us laptops!"
"Yeah Sammy, it's awesome. Now you can finally ascend to full nerd." Dean teased his brother as he sprinted to his desk and opened the bottom drawer very carefully. Inside was a full hunters supply minus any weapons. Holy water, rosaries, salt, an exorcism ritual, guides for protection wards and a flip phone with a post note on it.
"This phone is programmed with my number and is completely untraceable to anyone but me. Use only in case of emergencies. -P.C.
Fucking hell.