Chapter 3

"Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they are talking about their own family." -Dean Winchster

Harry looked around and saw that he was not in the Impala anymore, instead he was on a bed, and in a room with two other beds. He was still with Dean, but he could not see Sam.

"Where's Sam, is he alright?" Harry asked, as he sat up quickly.

"Sam is fine, he is just downstairs, explaining everything to Bobby," Dean replied in a gentle voice. "We are at Bobby's, and Dad should be here in a couple of days, he is finishing up a hunt in Nevada."

"What is our father like?" Jamie asked, and Dean was quiet for a minute.

"When you and mom were with us, he was the best, but when you were taken, mom died the same night, we thought that you died in the fire that mom was killed in, because you were in the crib in their room when mom went into Sam's room, but when dad

looked in there, before he left the house, he didn't see you, so he ran out to me and Sam. After mom died, dad trained me to look after Sam, and that was my only job, to take care of and protect Sam. I basically raised Sam, while dad was trying to find the demon that killed mom. Dad was a drill sergeant, and I was trained to be his perfect little soldier. He started to train me to hunt, when I was about 10, and he started training Sam at age 8. He is obsessed with finding the demon that killed mom, but we haven't found it yet, so we kill whatever we can find. On my seventeenth birthday, I got my first solo hunt, but it was not the life that we should have lived," Dean admitted.

"I did not grow up the best either. The people that I grew up, were Lily Potter's sister, and her husband. I was basically the husband's and the son's punching bag, and I was their servant on top of that. Very quickly, I got used to the pain, and when they realized that they weren't getting a reaction out of me, they started to hurt me in other ways," Jamie admitted.

"Hey, listen to me, Jamie," Dean stated, wrapping one arm around his brother, and with his other hand, he raised his brother's chin, so that Jamie was looking in his eyes. "Sam, Dad, and I, and even Bobby are not going to let you go back to them. I am sure that we can find a magic school for you here in the US, and maybe, we can put roots down for the summer, do a couple of hunts no more than a day or two out, and Sam and I could get jobs."

"To be honest, that sounds amazing, then you guys could have a place to return to, and I would have what I have always dreamed of, a family, with a home," Jamie stated, and Dean pulled the child close to him, and gently hugged him, resting his head on top of Jamie's head. Jamie wrapped his arms around Dean, and for the first time in his life, felt loved.

"Dean, Jamie, come on down for dinner," Sam called, breaking the oldest and the youngest out of their silence.

"Coming," Dean called back. He helped Jamie up, and ushered him down the stairs, watching his little brother carefully to see what he would need to take a look at before dad got there. If Jamie was still hurt when dad got to Bobby's, then Dean would get the lecture of all lectures. Despite being covered with bruises, Jamie moved with grace, much like a hunter would.

Dean smelled the air, and could smell tomatoes, cheese, and some kind of meat, so they were having pizza. Jamie also smelled the air and glanced questioningly at Dean. "We are having pizza," He replied to the child's unasked question. Jamie nodded and smiled uneasily at his older brother. Dean just smiled gently back at him, and motioned Jamie to get some food first.

To Jamie, the idea of serving himself first, was a novelty idea, but he hesitantly reached over and got two slices of cheese pizza. This was his first-time having pizza. Dean passed Jamie a bottle of water, and Jamie sat on the couch, and soon, both his brothers joined him. Dean on one side, and Sam on the other. The man, Bobby, sat at a desk across from them. The three adults had what looked like beer. Harry flinched a little at that.

"What's wrong, Jamie?" Sam asked. Dean looked over at him, with concern in his eyes.

"My old guardian was an ugly drunk, he would beat me, and blame me for all his problems. He also almost exclusively called me Boy," Jamie told his brothers.

"We would never hurt you, and both of us have pretty high alcohol tolerances," Dean told Jamie, as he looked at his brother. Sam looked at the care in Dean's eyes and knew that he would protect their little brother from everyone, even their father.

"Bobby calls us Boy, a lot, but it is affectionate," Sam stated. Jamie nodded, and started to eat, and soon, after he had finished the food, he was leaning against his brothers, and he was reading a book from off Bobby's shelf.

"Bedtime, Jamie, and I want to see if you have any more injuries," Dean stated, and the boy just nodded, and slipped off his shirt. Sam grabbed a first aid kit, and both he and Dean started to treat the wounds from both the demon, and his previous guardian. Dean wrapped his chest, to help with his bruised ribs, and Sam started to dress the cuts. A large bloodhound came up to Jamie and sat by him. Jamie gently let the dog smell him, and once the large dog was done smelling Jamie, he rested his head on Jamie's lap, and looked up at him, with love in his eyes. Smiling, Jamie rested his hand on the dog's head, and let it trail over the large velvet ears.

"That is Diesel," Bobby told Jamie, and Jamie smiled. There was a loud sound of knocking at the door, and Bobby and Dean both grabbed weapons, and went to check who it was.

Dean saw that it was his dad and gave him the flask. John drank without question, and Dean shut the door, so that Jamie could not hear what was going to be said.

"Ok, so Dad, it is Jamie," Dean stated, John looked relieved. "He is eleven, and he is a natural-born wizard, which means he was born with his power. He was also abused by his former guardians. So we have to show him that he is welcome, and that we are not going to hurt him. Also, we may need to put down roots for the summer months, get jobs and settle down while Jamie is with us, so that he has a good solid foundation. I was thinking that Sam could go back to school online, and you and I, Dad could start a mechanic shop."

"That is not a bad idea, Dean, but where would we move?" John asked, as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

"I was thinking Waco, and Sam could go to Baylor University, we could start a shop for restorations and remodels, and Jamie could make some friends," Dean told his father.

"Sounds like a good idea, but we don't have the money for something like that," John stated.

"I have plenty of money," a small voice came from next to Dean. John looked down to see an eleven-year-old, with black hair, and luminescent green eyes. The kid stood at 4 ft 6 inches and had a bolt of lightning on his forehead. One of his arms was in a homemade splint.

"How much money do you have, Jamie?" Dean asked, getting down on the child's level.

"I have about 2.6 million in a vault that I can't access, but about $66,400 in American dollars. I am sure I could get access to a little bit more, also; we need to see if the Potter's had a will," Jamie responded. John stared at the boy.