Chapter 4

"I'll keep fighting. I'll keep swinging until I got nothing left." -Dean Winchester

John stared at his youngest son, Jamie had his hair, and Mary's eyes. His boy was also clinging to both Dean and Sam, but more to Dean, surprisingly. So, both of his young sons cling to Dean, which made John both comfortable and uncomfortable.

"Hello, James," John stated.

"Hello, Sir," Jamie responded, not looking into John's eyes. Dean had his hands on Jamie's shoulders. Sam stood shoulder to shoulder with Dean and crossed his arms, both in a protective stance. Dean looked ready to curl himself around his brother, and Sam looked ready to get in-between him and Dean, to stall, so that Dean could get the kid to safety.

"Why don't you go upstairs with the boys, and we can talk about it tomorrow, alright James?" John asked. Jamie nodded, and Dean walked up the stairs behind Jamie, and Sam walked in front of him. John was proud that his sons were so protective of Jamie.

Dean sat down on the bed, next to where Jamie was getting settled. "Dad may not be the warmest father, but he does love us," He stated, almost as if he could read Jamie's mind.

"How do you know if he loves you guys?" Jamie asked both Sam and Dean.

"We know he loves us because not only did he come here, but also, in a way, he left when he sensed danger," Dean stated. "When Sam was still in school, and away from us, Dad would stare at a picture of him, Sam, and I, standing in front of the Impala."

"Do you think he would have gotten into hunting if I was not taken?"

"He probably would have waited, but most likely." Dean replied. "If he had gotten into hunting immediately, and you had still been there, then I would have had two baby brothers to look after."

"So, all three of us did not have normal childhoods?"

"No, we did not. Sam and I grew up with weapons training, fight training, and never anything steady," Dean explained. Jamie nodded.

"I grew up in a cupboard under the stairs, a punching bag for the boy who I thought was my cousin, and a scapegoat for my guardians," Jamie reminisced. Dean and Sam gave each other a look that Jamie did not catch.

"Jamie, once you trust us, we are going to need to know everything, school and home life included," Dean stated. Jamie just nodded, and put his head against Dean's stomach, in a way that Dean could tell that his brother was exhausted, regardless of the nap that he had taken earlier that same day. Dean just ran his hand through his littlest brother's hair.

"You know, he is rather adorable," Sam stated after a few minutes. Dean nodded and continued to run his hand through Jamie's hair.

"I know, I still can't believe that he has been alive this whole time. We have not known him for long, but it feels like we have. He is so small, and it feels like I will break him if I press too hard," Dean stated, still being gentle with his kid brother.

"I know what you mean, when I held him, so you could pop the arm back into alignment, he tensed up, but did not flinch like we were expecting," Sam stated, while nodding, and fluffing up his pillows. Dean and Sam always slept in their t-shirts and their boxers. Dean tucked Jamie in, much like he had done earlier that day. Sam got settled on the bed closest to Jamie, and Dean started getting ready for bed himself. Like always, Dean took the bed closest to the door, just in case of an attack. Dean had seen Jamie tuck his wand under his pillow, like Sam and Dean had either a gun, or a silver blade. One thing that Dean was going to do in the morning, he was going to grab John, and they were going to patch Jamie up. When the brothers had found the kid, he was getting chased by a demon, who knew if he had been magically thrown, or had something hit his head, or even the people that he had thought were his relatives, they might have done something to hurt Jamie.

Both Sam and Dean, once Jamie was settled, they tucked him in, and Dean gently kissed his kid brother's forehead, in the middle, not on the scar. Dean did not kiss the scar, because he was not just that scar, his kid brother was so much more than that. Jamie was kind, innocent, but also, he had eyes that looked like he had seen war, even though Jamie was only 11. Jamie fell asleep almost immediately, almost like he felt safe in the presence of his older brothers.

***Dream****

A blonde woman walked up to Jamie. She was in a long white nightgown, and her hair fell in wavys down her shoulders. "My beautiful son, it has been a while," She stated.

"Mother, Mary Winchester?" Jamie asked, in a guarded tone.

"It is me; I am so sorry for how you grew up."

"It is not your fault."

"Still. I am so glad that you found your brothers, and you reunited your brothers and your father. I am so proud of you, James."

"Thank you, that means a lot."

"I have a message for my other boys, will you please pass it on?"

"Of course."

"Tell them that, 'You have done a good job hunting, but forget Yellow-Eyes for now, figure out how to be a family, and then hunt him like a family.' Can you tell them that for me, sweetie?"

"Of course, and they will know what this means?"

"Yes, it was good to see you, my baby, but it's time for you to wake up now, we will talk soon, alright?" Jamie nodded as his mother finished speaking. She hugged him, and kissed his forehead, right where Dean had earlier. "Be safe, my child."

Jamie shot up, and in doing so startled Dean and Sam, both of who were getting ready for the day.

"Jamie, are you alright?" Sam asked.

"I am fine, but I need to talk to you guys and Dad, like right now," He stated. Dean nodded, and left the room to get John, and Sam helped his brother down the stairs to the living room, and onto the couch.

"We are in the living room," Sam called up to Dean and John. Dean rushed down, and sat next to Jamie. John pulled up a chair, and sat in front of his three sons.

"What is it, Jamie?" he asked.

"I have a message from mom," Jamie stated.