A/N: More Amina and the boys!

If You Dare Challenge - #542 (Truths Foretold)

Are You Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge - #203 (happy)

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"Their grammar isn't perfect," Amina explained, "but that would be expected of them. Sonny… Do you know… Did they have deaf family members?"

Sonny shrugged. "I've checked their file, Mina, and there's nothing. I mean, Sam didn't know anyone other than Dean and their dad; their mother died when Dean was four and Sam was a baby. The mother wasn't deaf, and all of their grandparents were dead by that time… Honestly, I don't know how they learned it." He stirred his coffee. "They know Latin, too, can you believe it?"

"Latin?" she responded, incredulous. These were lonely boys, without any family members who spoke ASL. They didn't stay in any one place for longer than a few weeks, so they didn't have time to learn it from a good friend, for they didn't have any friends. They only had each other. "Where would they learn that?"

"I don't know. I've seen them use Morse code, too. The doctor told me that Dean used it all the time when he was too sick to talk or move his hands."

Amina frowned. "Sick?" she echoed. "I thought you said they were in a car crash."

"Oh…" Sonny scratched his head. He wondered how much he could tell Amina without alarming her before deciding he had to tell her everything. As someone would have to interact with the boys on a more intimate level, she would have to know what had happened to them. "They were, but…" He sighed. "Do you remember what I told you about the father? Neglectful? Absent?" She nodded. "Well, he didn't provide them enough food or clothing. Dean went out in the cold to steal some food, developed hypothermia, then pneumonia, and that combined with his malnutrition… It was bad, Mina. Sometime after that he was hit by a car, and… Well, you know the story from there." He talked about the scars he had seen on the Winchesters, both physical and mental, and about how they couldn't function in everyday life. "It's like they've never had to live in the outside world," Sonny stated. "They've only lived in this terrifying box with only their abusive father for company, and… They don't understand how to live any other way."

They sat in silence for a while, sipping on their coffee. "They're strange," Sonny said finally. "I don't know how to help them. Every time I think we're finally getting somewhere...something like this happens." He shrugged his shoulders. "I just don't understand it. Sometimes, in the morning, I'll find them both downstairs in the kitchen, sitting scared out of their minds in this strange circle of salt in the middle of the floor."

"Salt?"

"Yeah."

Amina sucked in a breath. "So—Sonny, do you know… Can I see their file?"

"Sure." He left, heading up to his bedroom, and came back with a thick file of papers. "What is it?"

She scanned the reports. Claw marks, gunshots, abductions, odd wounds… They took salt to school, they spoke Latin, they were scared of everything. They signed about monsters and evil things. They never stayed in one place for more than a month. Their mother… Their mother was Mary Campbell. Mary Campbell.

Amina didn't tell Sonny, Kathy, or Rosa what she discovered; she didn't know how to tell them. Instead, she slept on it. When she awoke the next morning, she set off to find Sonny. However, he wasn't in bed. She checked the boys' room, but they were all still asleep. The kitchen was empty, and the yard was, too… Amina could faintly hear music playing. It was coming from...upstairs?

She walked up the stairs to find Sonny leaning against the door. "Sonny?" she said, and he nearly jumped. "I—"

He put a finger to his lips and beckoned her closer with his head. Look, he mouthed, pointing to the attic door. Amina went up two steps and peeked through the window.

Castiel was sitting at the piano; Sonny often found him playing early in the morning. He was playing something slow and sweet, something Amina didn't recognize but found to be profoundly powerful.

Sam and Dean were sitting in the corner, listening. They weren't shaking in fear or crying or pulling out knives. For once, they were calm and still, watching Cas' hands fly across the keys. Amina nearly cried; the Winchesters almost looked...happy. After the pianist finished a few more songs, Amina and Sonny crept back downstairs. "You wanted to talk to me?" he asked.

She bit her lip, nodding. "This is going to be...difficult," she said. Her bare feet shuffled against the floor in an odd pattern. "I need you to trust me, okay?"

Sonny frowned. "Of course."

"I need to talk to the boys," she said. Her fingers outlined a similar pattern into the wood.

"You're always welcome to talk to them, Mina. You know that."

She shook her head. "That's not what I mean." She stared at the table. "What I'm going to say to them… I'm not sure how they'll respond. It'll either go very well or very badly, and I need you to tell me that it's okay for me to...go ahead with it."

Sonny, conflicted, ran his hands through his hair. "What will you say?"

"It's hard to…" She stopped herself. "You're going to have to trust me, Sonny. I can't tell you what it is."

Fifteen minutes later, Amina was upstairs with the boys, listening to Castiel. When he finished another song, she politely asked him to leave. Dean immediately stiffened once Castiel was gone, viewing Amina as an immediate threat.

I WANT TALK, she signed, kneeling before them. The frayed edges of her skirt tangled in the straps of her sandals. DON'T WORRY. YOU ARE SAFE.

NO SAFE, Dean snapped. YOU HERE. GO AWAY.

I WANT TALK.

NO TALK YOU. GO AWAY. Dean growled, low and dangerous. He signed to his brother quickly, so quickly that she couldn't understand him.

Amina placed her hands in her lap. "Dean, look at me." To her surprise, he listened. YOU SCARED BECAUSE YOU THINK ME MONSTER?

Sam let out a small yelp, and Dean immediately went into protector mode, hissing and yanking out a knife. WHAT KIND MONSTER YOU?

Amina could still understand his words with the knife in his hands. I NO-MONSTER, D-E-A-N. She paused. MONSTER KIDNAP ME WHEN YOUNG. V-A-M-P-I-R-E. YOUR MOTHER AND HER DAD SAVE ME.

Sam stepped out from behind Dean. KNOW MOMMY YOU? he asked. Dean pushed him back, keeping his knife out.

YES. NAME M-A-R-Y C-A-M-P-B-E-L-L. Obviously, they did not believe her at first; Amina had to spend the next hour convincing them that it was true. Although it was difficult, by the end Dean put his knife away. YOU KNOW MOMMY, he said.

YES, she answered.

A/N: Thanks for reading! More will come soon...