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Chapter 14: Double Whammy

"If you'll just take a seat on the couch there, Dean, somebody will be in to speak with you in a minute." Elizabeth gave me an encouraging smile from the doorway while I sat down, uncomfortable in the small room. For whatever reason, once the social worker people had gotten me all cleaned up and warm and fed, they wanted me to talk to somebody so they could get a read on me.

Yeah, I was totally over the moon about that.

"Thanks." I said, since it was pretty clear Elizabeth expected me to say something before she left.

She smiled even brighter and nodded at me before backing out of the room and quietly closing the door. I got up off the couch and started examining the things around the room, partially out of curiosity, partially because I wanted to have a good handle on what could be used as a weapon.

A snow globe with an Eiffel Tower inside. That was a double whammy. I could break the glass over someone's head, then stab them with the tower.

A mug of pens and pencils. Tons of potential there. I could stab them in the eye or the throat. Endless possibilities. I could break the mug over their head too.

Of course, I could smash somebody's temple into the corner of one of these little wall shelves. You didn't have to be holding something for it to be a weapon.

You know, it was moments like these that I realized that any normal human being who knew what was going through my head would think that I was an absolute psychopath. But whatever. They just didn't get it. Back to business.

There was a nail holding up that calendar, there were so many things I could do with -

Wait. A calendar. A calendar could tell me what year it was. I walked over for a closer look.

The year wasn't on the pages with the months, so I took the calendar down to see the cover. 2020. A whole 25 years into the future. Huh. I started flipping through the pictures, curious. It was a Star Wars themed calendar, and while there were some pictures I recognized, there were a whole bunch that I didn't. I turned back to the front. In little white letters at the bottom, it said Featuring scenes from all three trilogies!

Damn. Looked like they had gotten around to making more after all. A lot more.

"You a Star Wars fan?" a voice came from behind me. I jumped and spun around. A smiling blonde woman, I'd say she was in her mid-twenties, was standing there, a clipboard in her hands. "I'm sorry: I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine." I set the calendar down on one of the shelves a little self consciously.

"It's alright if you want to look at that." She nodded at the calendar, a little too perceptive for my taste.

I shook my head. "I'm done."

"Well, would you like to come take a seat?"

I nodded and went back to where I'd been sitting before, and the woman grabbed a chair from the corner and sat down facing me. "So, Dean, how are you?"

I folded my arms protectively and sat back on the couch, doing my best to appear unconcerned. "Kinda gives you an unfair advantage that you know my name, and I don't know yours."

The woman raised an eyebrow at my word choice, jotting something down on her clipboard. "I'm Ashley."

"I don't get your full name, then?"

"Well, I don't actually have your full name, Dean: you haven't given it to us. So how about this. I'll tell you mine if you'll tell me yours."

I shrugged. "Alright."

Ashley smiled slightly. "Me first, huh? That's okay. My full name is Ashley Winona Carpenter."

"Dean Winchester." I didn't see any harm in being honest, and besides, a deal's a deal.

"No middle name?"

I blushed. Not gonna lie, that was actually a bit of a sore spot with me. "I do have one. I just… don't know what it is."

Ashley nodded, writing on her clipboard again. "Why don't you know what it is?"

I shrugged uncomfortably. "My dad never uses it, and I ain't about to ask."

"And your mom?"

"She's dead."

Ashley looked up from her clipboard, her eyes sad. "I'm sorry. How old were you?"

"I was four." My voice was cold and sharp. I knew she wasn't trying to be a problem, but Mom just wasn't something I talked about. Ever. At all.

"I'm so sorry, Dean. What happened?"

"Fire." Monosyllables. Monosyllables were good. Discouraged conversation.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about that just yet. We can talk about something else." Ashley shifted in her seat to get more comfortable, flipping the page on her clipboard so she'd have a blank piece of paper ready. "But before we really get started, Dean, I want you to promise me something. Can you do that?"

My eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Maybe."

"Can you promise that you'll be completely honest with me? No half truths, no lies. This isn't going to do anybody any good if you're not."

I hesitated for a moment. "Yeah, sure." It wasn't like it was that big of a deal. I'd been planning to mostly tell her the truth anyway, since it was easier than fabricating a whole life. I'd just modify where needed.

Well, no need for modifying on this one. "Yeah. One of his favorite activities."

"Does it make him behave differently?"

"No shit." I laughed. "Everybody acts different when they're drunk."

Ashley smiled wryly. "I was referring to violence, Dean."

"Well, I mean, so what if he does? It's not like he means it." I needed to drag this out, give the Doctor and Sam time to find me. And besides, for some weird, deep-seated reason, I felt this need to defend my dad.

Ashley smiled sadly. "You love your dad very much, don't you?"

I glared back at her and didn't respond. This was supposed to be a simple conversation about facts; my feelings - especially my feelings for my family - weren't supposed to be hauled into this.

"It's alright if you do: people who don't know much about this kind of thing might think it's strange and that there must be something wrong with you, but there are a lot of kids in your kind of situation that feel that way."

"Why do you care how I feel about my dad?"

"Well, it's very important to you, isn't it? It affects the things you want and your choices."

"So?"

Ashley nodded quietly to herself, writing a bit more on her clipboard. "Has your father always treated you badly?"

"No."

"Did he start after your mother died?"

I shrugged. "Ish, I guess."

"And what was that transition like?"

I bit my lip. I'd never talked to anybody about this before, but I had promised myself that I'd be as honest as possible. "It was… it was like losing both of my parents at once, then being asked to live with a scary, drunk, angry stranger, and love him."

"And did you?"

"Of course. He's still my dad, just with a few more issues. He needed me to help him. Still does."

"Help him with what?"

"Everything. He's still really upset, and he needs somebody else to handle the little every day things so he can focus on fixing it. I've gotta help him feel better."

"And you would be willing to do anything, and to let him do anything, in order to make that happen?"

"Yes." I said firmly. "Yes, I would."

"Including letting him hurt you? Is that something that makes him feel better?"

I didn't meet her eyes, speaking quietly to my hands instead. "If that's what it takes."

"Why do you think that 'helps' him, Dean?"

"He's teaching me. He needs to know that he can count on me to do exactly as I'm told every single time, and that I understand there are consequences if I don't. It gives him peace of mind, lets him know he doesn't need to worry."

"Worry about you?"

I shook my head. "No. Just… a lot of stuff. But it's gonna be fine. Soon, I'll have it all under wraps; everything will be okay again. And he'll be proud of me."

XxXxX

Not that I was a big fan of being left in the room alone, but I gotta say, I was pretty friggin relieved when Ashley left. She was a cool chick and everything, and I knew she was just doing her job and wanted to help me, but that didn't mean we hadn't just had a supremely uncomfortable conversation. It was all a little too close to the truth for my taste.

But whatever. Now that they had my full name, they would put me in their stupid little system or something, and the Doctor and Sam would be able to come get me. It wasn't that 2020 totally sucked or anything, but I was beyond ready to jet.

The door opened and I smiled brightly when Sam and the Doctor walked in. Speak of the devil.

"Guys!" I got up off the couch. "Shit, am I glad to-"

Sammy dashed across the room and rammed into me so hard that he knocked me right back down, effectively cutting me off with one of those aggressive hugs only a scared little brother can give.

"I missed you too, Sammy." I said with a laugh.

Sam just buried his face in my shoulder and stayed quiet, shaking slightly.

"Are you alright?" the Doctor asked, coming over to stand next to us.

I threw him a reassuring smile. "I'm great, Doc. 110%."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure; don't worry about me. In fact, I found some pretty cool stuff. I showed up at this Walmart, and you wouldn't believe-"

"Dean." Sam broke in, looking up at me with those sad little eyes of his. "Can we just go?"

I smiled softly. "Sure thing, Sammy. Let's get outta here."

"Who the hell are you?" a woman's voice interrupted, and we all turned to find Elizabeth and Ashley standing in the doorway.

Caught off guard, we all just sat there staring for a second.

"Dean. Who are they?" Ashley asked again while Elizabeth turned and hurried off.

Not good.

"I'm his uncle." the Doctor said, stepping forward. "I've been looking for him since he ran out of the house last night. The little one is my son."

Ashley raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, and looked back over at Sammy and me. Her eyes narrowed slightly, then realization flashed across her face. "He's your brother. Why didn't you tell me you have a brother?"

My arm tightened slightly around Sammy, but I stayed silent, for once doing as I'd been repeatedly told and letting the Doctor handle it.

"I already told you." he said, cutting in. "I'm his uncle, and that's my son."

"Oh, bullshit. That's clearly his little brother; you're a liar. Are you their father?" Ashley turned back to face me. "Is this your father?"

"No!" I said quickly. "No way, he's-"

Elizabeth and three policemen pushed their way into the room, cutting me off.

"That's their father; arrest him." Ashley said, pointing at the Doctor.

"Wait, no-" I stood up and started forward, but one of the cops grabbed me while the other two grabbed the Doctor and cuffed him. The cop that had ahold of me had to put me in a friggin full-nelson to keep me from getting loose, but that sure as hell didn't keep me from trying.

"Wait." Sammy ducked through the people and planted himself in front of the door. "Please, stop. He hasn't done anything; this is all just a big misunderstanding."

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Ashley asked.

"Sam."

"Well, Sam, I think if you looked at your brother, you'd find that your father's done quite a lot he needs to answer for."

"But he's not our dad." Sam said imploringly.

"Leave him alone." I snapped.

Ashley looked sadly over at me and the cop struggling in the corner while the other cops led the Doctor over to the door. "I'm sorry, Dean. I know your father means a lot to you, but that doesn't excuse what he's done to you."

"It's not like that!"

"It's going to be okay, boys." the Doctor said reassuringly. "I'll fix it; everything's going to be fine."

"Move it, you abusive asshole. You don't have any right to talk to those boys." The cops shoved the Doctor through the door and out of the room. The other cop let go of me and headed out the door too, closing it on the way. I just knelt there on the ground staring after them.

Sam came over and knelt down too, putting his arms around me in silence.

"Ah, hell." I whispered. "What'd I do?"

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