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MEET THE FAMILY
Summary: AU.The Moore family meet the Winchester family, if only it were under better circumstances ...
Note: This story breaks away from the Supernatural series but retains all the same characters and some of the plot. This story occurs while Sam is at college and Jessica is still of course alive.
Note also: This story hasn't been checked so I apologise for any errors, they are unintentional. Please give me a break, it's 2am.
CHAPTER ONE
Sam stood next to Jessica gazing in awe at the well-decorated dining room table. It was Thanksgiving and Jessica's parents had invited him over for the holidays. They were an old fashioned family full of traditional American morals. The family Sam always wished he could have had.
Sam had been watching football with Mr Moore and Jessica's little brother Chris. He had polished off more beers than he probably should have. Sam was a master of stealth, he would not let it be noticed that he was tipsy in front of his girlfriend's parents who he had only met an hour or two before.
'Wow. This looks fantastic Mrs. Moore' Sam commented politely.
'What's this Mrs. Moore nonsense? It's Jill and Allan to you Sam' spoke up Mr Moore.
Jill added, 'We're honoured to have you join us.'
When Jill had asked Jessica if she was bringing home her new boyfriend, she instantly replied with yes. There seemed to be some awkward tension around discussion of Sam's family. But the Moore's put it aside, he seemed like a lovely boy and if he was good enough for Jessica then he was good enough to sit at their table. Besides, he is pretty cute.
'Would you like to do the honours of cutting the turkey Sam?' asked Allan.
'Sure' he replied. He instantly went to work expertly cutting the animal. All four Moore's noticed Sam's skill with a knife but no one said a thing about it.
'I know we may be a little old fashioned and simple in our Thanksgiving celebrations, but what kind of things did you do with your family?'
Sam stopped cutting the turkey and looked directly into Jill's eyes. Whether of not it was the alcohol talking or the holidays making him emotional, (Dean said that he was always as emotional as a girl year round anyway) he let it slip, 'We never celebrated Thanksgiving … that I remember'.
'Oh, dear. You poor thing. How could your mother not have something to celebrate with a child so lovely as you?' Sam blushed. Maybe it really was the beer talking or maybe the fact that he needed an outlet to vent his thoughts Sam said, 'my mother died when I was six months old. There … um … was an accident … an … um … fire. My father didn't really feel like celebrating anything after that.'
All four Moore's were stunned and silence filled the room. The only information about Sam's family Jessica was able to get out of him was that it was just himself, his older brother Dean and their father. She never knew what had happened to his mother and was now horrified. She really did not know the details of her own boyfriend's life.
Attempting to relieve the awkward pause, Sam said, 'It was okay though. My brother Dean and I would sometimes watch football if Dad was out hun … working and as a treat if we still had enough pocket money, we would buy as many Twinkies as we could.' Somehow, saying this only made the situation worse.
Chris spoke up, 'At least you got to watch the game though, man. That's cool.' The statement broke the trance that had taken over the room.
'Now Sam, you best hurry up on that turkey or we will be eating it cold' said Jill smiling. She was smiling not because she didn't want to eat cold turkey, but more the fact that she would do anything to change the topic of conversation right now.
Everyone else shuffled around placing the final items on the table, refilling drinks and finally taking their assigned seats. Sam finished the turkey and took his seat placing his napkin over his lap. Jessica's hand snaked out and found Sam's, grasping it comfortingly.
'All right now, let's say grace and dig into this feast. You have really outdone yourself his time darling.' Everyone at the table bowed their heads as Allan led the prayer.
'Thank- you God for-'
Ring. Ring.
A phone was ringing.
Ring. Ring.
A cell phone was ringing.
Ring. Ring.
Sam's phone in his pocket was ringing in fact. He had forgotten to turn it off thinking that the only person who would call him on Thanksgiving would be the girl sitting next to him.
Ring. Ring.
'I'm so sorry. I forgot to turn it off. I'm so sorry.' Sam mumbled reaching into his pocket to silence the cell. As he went to push the reject call button he noticed the name on the screen – Dean.
What would Dean be doing ringing him? They hadn't spoken since Dad and him had had that fight the night he left for college. There was just too much friction in the air. Without giving it another moment of thought Sam flipped open the phone and accepted the call forgetting completely about where he was.
'Dean?'
'It's Sam.'
'What's wrong Dean?'
'What kind of situation? Where's Dad?'
'What? Okay. Are you and Dad hurt?'
'You're where?'
'Fine. Okay, just be a sec.'
Sam hung up the phone and looked up apologetically around the table.
'I'm so sorry about that. It was ah … my … brother Dean. He's kind of out the front of your house. Excuse me a moment.'
With that Sam got up and headed out the front door already noticing the Impala's headlights illuminating up the driveway. He saw the elder Winchester getting out of the car and quickened his pace.
Dean was here. His Dean. His big brother. His best friend. His protector from all things evil.
'Hey Sammy, how are you?' Dean said smiling.
'Sam is doing quite fine. What are you doing here? Where's Dad?' questioned Sam as he gave Dean a quick brotherly hug around the shoulders.
'Get off me, man. Don't tell me you've switched to the other side at college! I will explain it all once we get inside. I'm freezing out here.'
Sam nodded and led the way. He opened the front door and noticed the Moore's attempting to peer around the corner to get a look at Dean. Sam suddenly noticed something.
'Dean, you forgot to lock your car.'
'Never mind Sammy, I'm sure he will be okay.'
Sam turned quickly, 'You're not my brother.' He began to back up defensively.
'What are you talking about Sammy? I thought college was meant to make you smarter?'
'The real Dean would never forget to lock his beloved car and the car apparently is a female and not a "he".'
Dean smirked, 'Well, you got me Sammy boy.'
Faster than Sam could react the shapeshifter brought the butt of a gun to the side of his head knocking him into unconsciousness.
Dean and John were awake and alert but unfortunately tied up in a disgusting sewer. The shapeshifter had gotten the upper hand this time. John and Dean had seriously ticked this freak off.
He was going to go after the one thing that John and Dean hold precious – Sam.
John struggled to wriggle his hands.
"Are you having any luck, Dean?"
"I found a piece of glass on the floor if I can reach it with my foot maybe we have a chance."
John heard scrapping along the ground and knew Dean had been successful. Two minutes later Dean was free and untying his father.
"We have to hurry Dean. He's going after Sam. Do you know where he would be?"
Dean was silent for a moment. "I have been keeping an … ah … eye on him. He's got a girlfriend, Jessica. He's spending Thanksgiving at her parent's house."
John had expected no less from Dean. "You're a good brother. Let's roll. Get to the truck. He left looking like you, so I'm guessing he took your car."
"Oh, man. There's one thing to want to kill my family, but to take my car as well. This bastard's going to pay!"
John raced after Dean out of the sewer. They were on their way to save Sam.
TBC ...
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