Title: The Swap
Rated for: T
Genre: Family, Friendship, Adventure,
Fandom/Universe: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel / Pastor Jim, Mary Campbell, Samuel Campbell, Deana Campbell, Christian Campbell, Mark Campbell, Gwen Campbell, Henry Winchester, John Winchester, Adam Milligan, OC's - Diana & Samantha Winchester.
Pairings: NONE
Spoilers/Warning: Mentions or info of some episodes through all 8 seasons. This chapter is taking place in S7.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. Good Omens and all related characters belong to Neil Gainmann and Terry Prachett. No infringement intended.
Summary: They were looking into a forbidden hunt – as per usual.
Status: in-Progress
Author's Note: Posting and moving it along, still AU but I'm gonna start including some Info and scenarios from the episodes. Kinda forgot that Sam had Luci haunting him and that Cas is dealing with some guilt about the Leviathans.
Ok, so I've gotten most of the typos out and added little snippets to this piece.
Chapter: Got Me Wrong…
The sight of the farmhouse glowing and smoldering in the dead of night is like a lead weight in the pit of Dean's stomach. The Impala skids to a stop in the gravel of the driveway and both jump out of the shiny black beast.
"Bobby!"
"Shut your yap!" Diana hisses in a harsh whisper. "You don't know what's still around." She hurries around the front of the Impala and grabs his arm. "Dean!"
"Either help look for him or sit your ass in the car." Dean orders before moving towards the junk yard.
"Son of a … damn it." Diana stomps her foot in the gravel and scowls after him. It's not like she's not worried about Bobby. Looking up at what's left of the burned husk that used to be Bobby's house, Diana doesn't want to imagine the worst but it certainly looks as though Dean and Sam just lost another member of 'Team Free Will'.
"Fine." Diana turns towards the house, the gun tucked at her waist slips easily into her hand. Dean's bitching about her 'extra baggage' is going to come in handy when he finds himself in need of iron rounds or silver bullets. Especially Men Of Letters bullets, but she's going to wait until he asks before offering him an extra clip with some choice words for that bitching he was doing. Then she wonders if she's just as bitchy with her sister as she's noticed Dean can be?
'That would suck.'
The first step onto the smoldering porch crumbles under her boot. Diana stumbles, catches herself and decides walking along the dirt path around the house would be smarter. There's no glass in the windows, the empty holes no longer spew black clouds of smoke like she imagines they had done. A sheen of perspiration coats her face because the house still emits heat. She doesn't see anything that says this is an accident nor that it's been done on purpose. The outside is clean and that's just not comforting at all. There's also no sign of Bobby.
"Damn." Diana mutters as she completes her turn around the house. She's standing by the impala looking around but now there's no sign of Dean either. "Now what?" she looks around again before heading towards the yard. She's tempted to call out to Castiel but the last few times the angel came around he was off somehow. Diana might have assumed it was part of the angels normal behavior except that Dean couldn't hide the concern. She's well aware they are all not saying things in her presence about what's going on. Now Diana wonders if that's the reason for the husk of Bobby's house.
'As soon as we find Uncle Bobby, I'm getting some fucking answers. Enough with playing dumb blond.' Diana vows.
The closer she gets to the yard, the easier it is to pick up Dean's voice. There's something else about her other half that weirds her out; aside from being able to look at his face and know what he's thinking, noticing the droop in his shoulders or an inflection in his voice- its friggin unsettling but right now she can hear Dean and he's in pain.
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John is mad. He got a call from Ellen, another of Mary's friends he hadn't thought could be a danger to his family considering she kept Hunting confined to handing out cases to other Hunters. But hearing about Diana missing- lost on a Hunt… What the hell had he been thinking to leave his girls with that kind of family?
John is mad at Henry too because he has to be aware, he had to have been the first one Samantha went to. Because Henry taught his girls and then accepted them as Women of Letters. And Mary … because she allows them to Hunt in the first place.
'Family business my ass!' John knows his girls never had a chance of living normal – not when Men Of Letters were on one side of the family tree and Hunters on the other.
Maybe if John had taken the girls with him from the very first…
Maybe if they had gotten to know Karen…
If they'd had a chance to live in a normal household…
Without Hunting.
Without Men Of Letters.
Maybe it would have been easier for the girls to adjust and accept Karen …
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"You can't live their lives for them, son." Henry tries to put his hand on John's arm but he draws back.
"This isn't a life!" John is angry. He's lost Mary to Hunting. He's losing his girls and Henry is helping take away the family John has worked so hard to keep together. "All this shit you and Mary have put in their heads- why couldn't you let them be normal girls?"
Henry knows the real question here is not only about the girls. He's disappointed John refused to take his place among the Men Of Letters, denied his legacy… "This is normal."
"No!" John yells. "This…?" he doesn't need to say anything else for his Father to see what John really thinks about the life his girls will be raised in.
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Diana shoots at the man threatening Dean, quickening her pace towards them. She chooses to ignore Dean's yelled orders for her to run.
Pfft! Right, because that's what a Campbell does, ha!
"You can't kill it with bullets!" Dean yells as the leviathan turns towards her.
"Fine." Diana holsters her gun and takes the spelled dagger tucked in the sleeve of her jacket. It lunges right at her barely snagging at the back of her jacket when she slips beneath its reach and drags the blade across its side, running the tip up along its ribs. She turns, now standing between it and Dean when the 'man' faces her again. Its smiles, its mouth opening wider and wider until it shows rows of jagged teeth.
Diana gasps, shocked by the human looking shark that apparently has no need of water to survive. She back pedals – the dagger held pointed menacingly between them. "Krap!" she yelps jumping a good foot away from the car smashing it like a pancake. "Hey!" she whirls to face Dean. "I'm standing right here." As emphasis, she jabs the dagger point down towards the ground.
"And I just saved your ass." Dean retorts, face twisting in pain and covered with bloody sweat.
"And what world are you dreaming that in?" she demands. Her eyes wander over him assessing the obvious damage as she walks towards him, cleaning the black goop from her blade before tucking it back into its sheath. "Look at you," she practically tisks at him like you would a child who'd gotten his clothes dirty after you told them not to get dirty.
Dean winces when Diana kneels at his side and gently probes his leg. She's careful not to exacerbate his injuries though concern is written all over her face.
"I'm fine." He grimaces while restraining the urge to smack her hands away.
"Right." Diana's dark gray-green eyes narrow on him. "You see the bone sticking out of your leg?" she points. "That's normal." The heavy sarcasm comes with annoyance and a healthy dose of worry masking fear. She looks around because Dean's too heavy for her to carry back to the Impala and she doesn't want to leave Dean alone while she runs over to the Impala and drives it over to get him in the back seat. What if there's another human shark lurking in the dark? It's not like there's another car ready to fall out of the sky to squash it under.
"I can get -."
"Save it." Diana cuts him off firmly. "I'll make you a splint." She gets up to do that, searching for anything that's not coated in rust or liable to cause infection but it's a junk yard…
"We gotta go." Dean insists. "It's not safe here."
"Feel free not to point out the obvious." Diana replies with her back to Dean. "Sammy does that too and it's equally annoying coming from you. I mean, I'm not that blond!" she straightens up with two bars of about the same length and heads back to Dean. "And just because my hair gets lighter in the summer- it's still not blond. It's more like a caramel color- like Sam's. I do like the natural highlights, sort of this copper and bronze, you know?" she spares Dean a perfunctory smile and catches his expression; a combination of annoyance and disbelief. "What? Your hair is lighter than mine." She points out as she sets the bars on the ground.
Dean just scowls.
"Let's splint you." Diana grabs her belt.
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"I can climb a damn tree on my own." Samantha snaps even as she's reaching for the cat stuck in the branches above her head.
Down below, her boy-half is frowning up with his hands sort of raised as if he's ready to catch her though there's a strong urge not to. "Just let me help, Samantha." And then he makes a yuk face because he's reminded once again of Dean teasing him.
And it's still weird.
"Take a walk." Samantha orders. "You little -!" she sucks in a breath and makes a last grab at the cat ignoring the scratch and the claws digging into her wrist. "You little beast! Ouch!"
It makes a fast escape and scrambles to a higher branch almost falling out of the tree in its haste.
"Damn it!" she glares down at Sam. "You're scaring it."
"Right." Sam scoffs. He's getting used to being blamed for everything where Samantha is concerned.
"Don't roll your eyes at me." She scowls. "You're the one who volunteered for the cat rescue." She glares up at the snowy ball of fur clinging to its branch. "I hate cats."
"Then why did you climb up there?" Sam wonders dropping his hands and blowing out a frustrated breath.
"Listen Sasquatch." Samantha pauses just long enough to gain another foothold and pull herself up the tree close enough to the cat. "Your big ass is too damn heavy for this job."
Sam is taken aback by the 'insult'. "It's weird how you remind me of Dean." He tells her dropping his arms.
"Ditto." Samantha agrees. "But you're more of a girl than Diana ever was. You do get whiny, Sam." She grabs another branch and stares down the swaying ball of fur. "Seriously, come here you shitty little fur ball." She orders.
"Whiny?" Sam echoes. He's deciding Samantha can fall on her ass…
"You're like the poster child for the emo freaks. Or spoiled bratty 2 year olds." Samantha makes another grab for the cat just as it topples off its branch. "Victory!" she chortles and holds it by the scruff.
"Are you normally such a bitch?" Sam demands glaring up at her.
"I get worse on my period." Samantha replies just as she tosses the cat, claws flailing, into Sam's hands. Sam's 'gross' face turns into one of pain as the cat digs its claws into his skin.
Jo's laughter draws his attention from Samantha who drops down a branch then swings off the bottom branch now that she doesn't have the cat to worry about.
"Even Sammy can't stand herself." Jo says.
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Diana has a sullen boy-half laid out in the back seat of the Impala. She drugged him, which is why there's been blessed silence the past four hours. She kinda regrets sneaking the pain meds into his coffee because without Dean's bitching about her driving, Diana has had too much time to think of John and the memories driving Baby has forced to the front of her mind. Try as she might, Diana can't push them all back where she can pretend they never happened.
"You're speeding." Dean's groggy voice breaks into the soft strains of Unforgiven playing through the radio.
"Good morning." Diana replies. She shifts in the drivers seat, trying to ease her shoulders and the kink in her neck without much use. "We're almost there."
"Morning?" Dean scrambles into a sort of upright position and squints into the gray light of dawn. "What the hell…"
"I snuck you some drugs." Diana tell him without a hint of repentance in her tone. "Kept you nice and quiet. I like you quiet." She smiles into the rearview mirror and catches a green-eyed glare. "We are much prettier quiet." She shrugs a shoulder and stares down the road. "Mom thinks so. Anyway."
"You drugged me?" Dean repeats. He's going to ignore mentions of Mary and no way is he going to comment on that wistful-sadness in her voice.
"Sure did." Diana nods. "You were grumpy, and annoying, so I slipped a couple in your coffee." She peeks at him in the rearview again. "How you feeling, brother?"
"Fine." He growls then winces and casts a wary glance to the rearview mirror wondering if she saw it.
"Dude, I can hear it in your voice." Diana sighs. "It's not just our faces that we read, Dean. So if you need some meds just says so. It's not gonna make you more of a wuss anyway."
"A wuss?" Dean echoes. "You like talking shit, Di."
"Don't you?" she winks at him in the rearview. "I know you do."
"Where are we?" Dean scowls trying to hide the pain when he shifts again and his leg doesn't like it.
"Middle of Montana– oh, look at that." Diana points to the mile markers. "We made it to Whitfish in one piece."
The bumpy road she takes doesn't help Dean's broken leg but it's mercifully short. They pull up in front of a cabin Dean can see from his back seat. It looks semi abandoned but he's hopeful that's just a cover. Then again, it's Rufus' old Hunters refuge so the inside isn't gonna be like the Ritz.
"You want some help?" Diana asks him turning around to look at her boy-half. "Or are we pretending you didn't break your leg?"
Dean can see the glint of amusement in her eyes and it's not helping his sour mood.
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John stomps into the RoadHouse and spots Ellen coming around the bar with a box in her hands.
"Took your sweet time." Ellen notes as she sets the box on the counter and wipes her hands on her jeans.
"Damn it, woman." Bobby scowls and almost drops the two cases Ellen asked him to bring in.
"He wasn't part of the deal." Ellen points out. "Details, Bobby."
"Where's my daughter?" John demands. He doesn't have time for their bickering and once he gets his girls he's gonna take them… he's gonna try.
"Talk to Mary-." Bobby starts but doesn't get more than that out.
"I'll deal with her when she gets here." John states but his glare is level on Ellen and Bobby. "Right now, I want some answers."
"You're not gonna hear anything you like, John." Ellen leans on the bar and crosses her arms.
"I never do when it comes to the Campbell's or my Father." John assures.
They hear Jo's laughter as the back door opens.
"You take that monster before I skin it." Samantha orders.
"Aw, he's cute." Jo giggles.
Sam sees the expression on his girl-half and it reminds him of Dean. He sports a sad smile just thinking about it.
"So is he." Jo adds pointing at Sam.
"Yugh." Samantha catches a 'Diana' expression on Sam's face and a bit of her animosity leaks away. "That's like saying I'm cute."
"Hey," Jo laughingly shakes her head. "I don't swing Charlie's way."
"Neither do I." Samantha scoffs.
"Uh, you're the one kissing her." Jo retorts and she doesn't miss the surprised expression on Sam's face.
"Hey, I remember you doing a lot of tongue sucking that night." Samantha points out. "And it was college. I wasn't about to experiment on some skank." She shrugs and smirks seeing the blush creeping up Sam's neck. "Charlie is cute. I like her."
"We downed a bottle of Reposado," Jo shakes her head. "I barely remember that night."
"You woke up fully clothed." Samantha reminds her then winks at Sam. "Doesn't mean she went to sleep that way…"
John steps forward; "Sam."
The trio look into the bar area and in the same breath Sam and Samantha utter; "Dad."
Samantha smacks her fist into Sam's midsection and glares up at him. "Button it." All her amusement is wiped away.
John has a frown on his face, glancing between his daughter and the giant at her side that looks familiar to him somehow. It's the knowing look on his face that panics Samantha when she recognizes it.
"Dad!" she exclaims rushing towards him. "What are you doing here?"
"Diana-."
"Seriously?!" Samantha turns on Bobby and Ellen, glaring at the pair by the bar though Bobby has no qualms about pointing to his wife as the culprit for the impromptu visit.
"I've told you." John grabs Samantha's arm and turns her to face him. "This life they lead is dangerous. It's not for you girls. It never should've been."
"Thanks, Dad." Samantha pulls out of his hold and glares at him. "That tired old speech is really helpful."
"Don't sass me Samantha!" John yells.
"Don't lecture me like you know what our lives are all about." She yells back. "You haven't really been here since you left. You chose to turn your back on Pops and the Men Of Letters. That's not my choice."
"I never wanted this for you girls." John shakes his head. "Your sister could be dead…"
"She's not." Sam finds their attention turning to him and feels a little like a deer caught in the headlights. He's aware that people dead in his sand box aren't dead in Samantha's but seeing John… That's not something he was expecting.
Samantha glares at Sam. "You," she points to the back door. "Scram." And when he doesn't move or look away from John she takes a step towards him. "This is not for you. …. GO."
Sam gives one last look at John before he turns around and starts for the door. Its feels a lot like Dean scolding him and Sam doesn't like it any better coming from his girly-half.
Samantha almost lets out a relieved breath but then John steps past her looking after Sam…
"Who … are you?" it's like John can already tell-
"He's a Hunter." Samantha snaps. She knows John won't like it and that's why she says but the look crossing Sam's face is like a punch in the gut. The big baby reminds her of Diana to.
Sam doesn't hide the hurt expression and leaves them to their screaming. He wonders if this what Dean saw each time he got into it with their Dad… because watching Samantha and John fight twisted his stomach into knots. Another thought jumps into his mind and Sam wonders if Diana had played the peacekeeper between them the same a Dean.
Sam kicks at the pebbles, frowning because this sand box is confusing. Sometimes, Samantha reminds him of Dean and other times it's like Sam is looking into a mirror. And how much better would Dean be dealing with Diana because the girls do mirror their counterparts a lot.
In the front parking lot, Sam spots the Impala. He walks over to it feeling sad that its not Dean in the drivers seat. He's grown so used to seeing his brother there – like it had always been his. But there's this bittersweet wistfulness just thinking of John driving the Impala. Thinking of his younger years on the road …
Sam runs his fingers over the dust covered hood worrying about Dean because he's alone hunting leviathans and taking care of Diana. He wonders how that's working out, Dean dealing with a second him… 'God, is it as bad as it gets with Samantha?'
The dust cloud churning up the road utters a guttural roar as the car speeds up to the Road House.
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"I'm doing everything I can to get my sister home." Samantha assures. "Instead of bitching at me, did you even bother to pick up a book? You got some helpful suggestions? Some experience-."
"I know-."
"You really don't." Samantha cuts John off. "This isn't Vietnam." The words are out before she can take them back and she's just stubborn enough not to apologize even though she can see her Father's hurt expression.
The utter silence at her statement is broken by John's steady voice. "Dead is dead." He states and straightens his shoulders. "Does it make a difference to you if its by some supernatural monster?"
Samantha is not going to apologize because she knows John will take that as capitulation on her part and right now she doesn't want to give him a foot hold.
The slam of the car door precedes a familiar angry voice that Samantha recognizes instantly. "Son of a bitch!"
John frowns at his daughter when she sprints past him and out the front doors. "Sam! Damn it." He glares and heads after her.
When they get outside, Mary has a gun on Sam.
"Wait!" Samantha shouts. "I can explain!"
"Mom, no…!" Sam winces but he's already said things he shouldn't have.
"I'm not your Mother!" Mary yells but she's not blind to the resemblance he bears to John and that's what's pissing her off even more. "You don't have to tell me who your Father is." She assures. "You have that son of a bitch's look."
"Mom-." Samantha grits her teeth chocking back a frustrated scream. "Damn it!" she glares at Sam. "Do you have some type of condition?" she demands. "You've gotta be … argh!" she stomps over to stand in front of him and glares up at Sam because he's so damn tall that Mary still has a clear shot at him. "Would it kill you to make yourself shorter?" she demands. "Since you obviously don't know how not to make yourself a target."
"It just …" Sam shrugs apologetically his eyes straying over to Mary. "Slipped out." He shrugs.
"Save it." Samantha orders.
John and Mary remain silent seeing them interact and both find it very disconcerting and strange how both bicker like siblings. Mary just wonders what kind of creature could do this to her girls…
"Just Adam." Mary narrows her eyes on John. "You're a lying son of a bitch, John Winchester!" she glares at Sam. "And you! Claiming to be my son."
"Yours?" John echoes confused.
"Now you're going to pretend this one doesn't belong to you?!" Mary demands.
"I can explain-." Sam cuts in and winces from Samantha's elbow in his med section.
"Shut the fuck up, Sam!"
"Sam?" John echoes, his features morphing into the beginnings of a frown.
"You son of a …" Mary turns her gun on John because she can't believe he would dare use her Father's name-
"Mom! Wait!" Samantha jumps forward and belatedly grabs Sam too because she can't cover them both if they're standing far apart, not that she's gonna provide them much cover if they stand together but at least Mary will hesitate enough to listen. "Just-. Will you stop pointing your gun at them and hear me out? Please!" she glares at Sam over her shoulder. "I can explain."
Once again, Samantha is having regrets about the Hunt and Diana's warning that it just didn't feel right …
'I promise I'll listen to my big sister from now on.'
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Bobby opens the door and steps aside to let Dean crutch his way into the cabin.
"Hi Uncle Bobby." Diana goes on her toes and plants a kiss on Bobby's cheek ignoring the surprise on his face. She drops Dean's duffel next to the couch and patiently waits for her stubborn boy-half to painfully sit his ass down and tisks at him because he stubbornly does not ask for help.
"What the hell are you thinking boy?" Bobby demands closing the door.
"He got grabby with the shark face dude." She teases and turns her attention to Dean. "No means No, brother."
Dean scowls. "It was trying to eat me." He ignores Diana's yuk face and looks up at Bobby. "What happened to your house?"
"They didn't like my taste in décor." Bobby dryly states. He gets a soft chuckle from Diana and smiles with her amusement.
"I'm enjoying the banter here," Diana smiles at them but her eyes glint just like Dean's when he knows something's up. "Really, it's nice not listening to my boy-half bitch and moan. Although," she turns to Dean. "Broken leg kinda lets you off the hook for a few more days."
"Thanks." Dean snorts. He almost wants to chuckle at her amicable expression and the deadpan delivery of her comment.
"You're welcome." Diana agrees and turns back to Bobby. "So what is it that you all aren't telling me? We can start with those shark-men." She waits patiently – as much as she's ever been able to have patience. "Aint getting any prettier here." She adds in a sing-song voice and glances between them again. "Or those what's-its, Cas was talking about- Right there!" she jabs a finger at Dean and the shuttered expression he pulls over to hide the warning he was trying to convey to Bobby. "Dude! How many times are we gonna do this?"
"Do what?" Dean snaps and winces when he tries to sit up and his leg reminds him he can't.
"Ohmygod!" Diana throws her hands up and turns to Bobby. "He may think me stupid, which makes him a bigger idiot than he looks-."
"Hey!" Dean protests. "I'm right here." He points out.
"Duh, and you're lying badly so stop it and just tell me what the hell is going on."
Bobby's watching the back and forth between the D's and shakes his head. "Leviathans."
"Bobby!" Dean protests.
"Shut your yap, clone." Diana orders and stands up to face Bobby. "You were saying…?"
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"Explain?" Mary echoes. "Him?" she points at Sam and glares at John.
"He's me." Samantha blurts.
"From an alternate reality." Sam adds.
"Will you shut your yap!" Samantha yells completely frazzled. "Jeez, all you had to do was shut up."
"Look," Sam frowns. "I get you feel responsible for Diana and this mess-."
"OhmyGod!" Samantha grabs at her hair trying hard not to scream.
"Hey!" Mary snaps her fingers just like she's done a million times when the girls bicker. "Yes, both of you. Start explaining."
"Alternate reality?" John is more than disbelieving.
"This is Hunter business." Mary states and makes a shooing motion at John.
"My daughter is missing!" John yells. "Dead for all any of us know."
"She's not." Sam assures yet again. There's a part of him that wants to make-up for the shit he would tell John and blurting things out to this alternate version of his Dad doesn't seem to make the situation any better than it had in his own sand box when it mattered.
"For the love of …" Samantha throws her hands up and steps away from Sam. "Go ahead. Shoot the fucker." She tells Mary. "He's been a pain in my ass."
"I'm sorry." Sam glares. "Did I somehow hijack you into my reality?" he demands.
John looks at them all aghast. "This is …." He can't even utter the words.
Mary nods in agreement but keeps her thoughts to herself. She can't begin to understand how the giant is hers too. But she knows that Henry will have a better explanation- she can hope.
"Hiya." Ash happily waves at the little family gathered in the dusty sun bleached parking pad. "So," he raises the beer in his hand waving it in their general direction. "You tell 'em about your other you's?" he looks at Jon and Mary. "Cool, huh?"
Samantha throws her hands up in defeat. "Fucking hilarious."
"The girls were Hunting a witchling." Sam explains. "It somehow… switched me with Diana. She's in my reality with my brother, Dean. And I uh, ended up here …" he glances at Samantha but for once she's not glaring at him or yelling. Sam knows the expression on her face; he's seen that same dismay on his own face plenty of times.
"Hunting." John states with disgust. Mary can see the blame and recriminations on his face clearly.
Sam moves towards John. He has regrets about the relationship they've had, the way it ended between them … and even if this John isn't the John Winchester that raised him there has to be some part of him. Just like there's been with Samantha and himself.
"You raised us, like Hunters."
"No." John shakes his head denying that because he's never wanted anything to do with Hunting. "I'd never do that."
"Right." Sam sighs. It's not his Dad no matter how much Sam wants to believe they're the same. "My Dad, the John Winchester I knew… he gave us, my brother and I, a fighting chance. I'm not saying that I liked it- hell, I fought him any chance I got…" he sighs. "He didn't have a choice. He did his best."
How many times has Dean said the same thing?
"Why?" Mary asks.
Sam glances at her then at Samantha because he's already told her what happened in his sand box.
"Mom-."
"I'm asking him." Mary doesn't look away from Sam.
"You died when I was 6months old." He's using the puppy eyes but that doesn't seem to soften Mary because he sees her mouth press into a tight line and her eyes harden.
Mary's waiting to hear the rest of it, the reason she died and Sam can see that but he still hesitates.
"Demon." Sam straightens up, his expression serious – no more puppy eyes.
"Hunting." John's angry. "My children are left motherless- that other me. Because you refuse to step away from 'the family business'!"
"He spoke of you in the past tense as well." Mary glares at him. "Funny how you didn't comment on that. And that other you was Hunting as well. So I'm guessing that's how you went out. Hunting." She repeats.
"Sort of." Samantha hedges.
Sam glares at her, shaking his head 'No' but she's not listening to him.
"You either say it or not but don't give them bits of the whole story." Samantha frowns. "You wanted this." She points at her parents. "You wanted to meet her, my version of your dead Mother. Now tell her why."
Sam's jaw clenches stubbornly refusing to tell them about the krap hand they've been dealt.
"Or I will." Samantha looks back at him with the same stubborn glint in her eyes.
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Diana nods like it's all very normal and sensible. She's listened to Bobby and kept an eye on Dean just to catch some hint that they're still hiding things from her but at the moment she's not willing to call either of them out for omitting details. Those she can't get once this Leviathans are eating people and taking on their appearance. 'Likes its some remake of The Body Snatchers or Pod People!'
"So…" she breathes out a long sigh and looks up at the cabins ceiling before glancing between them. "You were planning on filling me in…. when?"
Bobby looks to Dean but its clear by the frown on her face that Diana already has the answer to the question.
"I am a Hunter." Diana states stressing the title. "Same as you. I've survived my share of Hunts. You too!" she glares at Bobby who seems surprised to be included. "Yeah, you. Uncle Bobby, you've taught me everything I know about tracking, and how to shoot- I mean it's not like I'd ever shoot Bambi but come on!" she throws her hands up. "Bambi? You can't still be mad we never took one down?"
"Bambi?" Dean echoes, his eyes slightly widen because he remembers those weeks spent with Bobby while John was off on a Hunt. They'd go hunting in the woods and Bobby could never get either of them to shoot a deer.
"Yup," she turns on Dean. "And being a girl doesn't mean I'm useless." She glares and turns on Bobby. "Just like being old doesn't necessarily mean senile."
Bobby scowls but Diana turns on Dean again.
"Broken leg … I can keep going." She promises and plops on the arm of the couch to teasingly swing her legs in front of Dean's face.
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Sam doesn't see how this is helpful but he also doesn't want Samantha putting her spin on things – especially since he hasn't told her everything. "It's a long story-."
"Make it short." Mary cuts in and turns around heading into the Road House. "I have a daughter missing." She motions Samantha to her side. "You and I will talk once Diana is home safely."
"Safe-!"
"It's not the time, John." Mary stops with her hand on the door.
"It's never the time!" John explodes.
"Are you somehow the only concerned parent Diana has?" Mary turns, her voice is deceptively calm. "Because it's been a long time since you've been around. Why don't you go 'home'? You've got your nice version of the life we used to have."
"You didn't want it, Mary!" John shakes his head, unwilling to let her blame him when he'd pretty much demanded she give up Hunting, cut them out of their lives the same as he'd done to Henry and the Men Of Letters. "You never let the Hunting go and I wasn't going to sit by and let you kill yourself. Or our girls."
"Why can't you two admit neither of you is happy apart?" Samantha yells jumping between them. "Even Sam can see it. Right?" she turns to her boy-half who looks startled.
"Uh, I don't … think-." Sam feels overwhelmed and his head once again starts to pound.
"I need you to get in touch with your feelings here." Samantha stomps towards him and smacks his chest.
"Later," Mary waves her hand dismissively and shoves the door to the bar open. "Tell me what happened."
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