CHAPTER FOUR: Family Reunion

Dean turned his body to face his brother, a smirk plastered on his face. "They wanna talk, Sammy." The eldest demon's tone was sarcastic and mocking, hinting that there was no way in hell he was willing to talk to the filth that had trapped him. The youngest demon glanced at the disheveled rug, putting two and two together about the devil's trap underneath it.

"So I've heard." Sam grumbled. When his brother gave him a confused look, Sam remembered he actually hadn't told his brother about the previous encounter with the old drunk. After shooting his brother a sheepish grin, the tall demon cleared his throat.

"We'll talk as soon as you free Dean." Sam demanded, his gaze cruel as he stared at the older hunter he was getting tired of running into.

"'Fraid we can't do that Sam. Dean has to stay there for now." John piped in. After all, he didn't get the reputation of being the best damn hunter by making silly mistakes like letting psychotic demons loose.

"Who the fuck are you?" Dean spat, nostrils flaring.

John took turns looking at both of his sons, begging with his eyes for them to believe him. "My name is John Winchester. I'm your father."

Dean scoffed, not wanting to deal with the obvious lies the hunter was telling. "Come on, Sammy. Take care of these two. Quit playing helpless." The elder demon's tone was dangerous as he locked eyes with John, utter hatred radiating off of Dean.

Sam rolled his eyes but complied, vanishing and reappearing right next to his brother, quickly pulling the rug out from under him as soon as Dean had jumped.

Bobby and John stared at the two in shock as Dean cracked his neck. "Sorry gentleman, your time is up." The elder demon held up his hand, palm facing the two hunters. "Let's never do this again." With that, Dean sent the two hunters flying, Bobby's head hitting the side of the nightstand while John hit the fridge, a loud thud echoing in the room.

The last thing John remembers seeing is a smug looking Dean Winchester approaching him.

….

"Come on Sam! Our dad, a fucking hunter? I call bullshit." Dean crossed his arms, trying to hide his anger.

Sam gave him a disapproving look before he glanced around the parking lot, making sure no one was around to hear them. "Do you not find it weird he has the same last name as us, knows our names, and moms?" As Sam named the different reasons, he ticked them off on his fingers hoping a visual would help his brother. "I don't see how you could doubt this."

Dean scoffed. "Mom wasn't stupid! There's no way in hell she'd trust some hunter. That's not even possible right? I mean humans and demons can't…" The eldest demon wiggled his eyebrows, trying to get his point across.

Sam shook his head, trying to clear the image his brother had just put in his head. "Dean, we always knew we weren't like other demons. This all makes sense! Angels and humans have had offspring before."

"We are nothing like those feathered dicks." Dean hissed, pointing a accusing finger at his brother.

"I just don't see why we can't at least give him a chance." Sam knew Dean could be stubborn, but this was ridiculous. It was like arguing with a brick wall.

"You don't trust hunters Sammy! Do you not remember that's what got mom killed?" Dean was fuming; he narrowed his eyes at his brother, not believing what he was hearing.

"How could I forget Dean?" Sam yelled. After taking a calming breath, he continued more gently. "All I'm saying is, we've got them both tied up in our room. We might as well hear em out."

Dean ran a frustrated hand down his face. Scowling, the elder demon opened the door and walked back into the room.

….

Bobby awoke to muffled yelling. He quickly blinked away the slight haze on his vision, feeling the rough texture of rope around his wrists. His eyes flew open, taking in his surroundings.

John was sitting tied to a chair across from him, his eyes filled with failure.

Although they could both hear the brother's arguing, they couldn't make out any words.

"That was strange right?" Bobby asked as he tested the strength of the bindings.

Noticing his friend's struggle, John decided to warn him. "Trust me, the boys know how to tie a good knot. No doubt they learned it from Mary." John's gaze saddened before he remembered his friend had asked him a question. "What was strange?"

"How Sam had to free Dean so he could send us flyin'. Wouldn't it have saved time just to have Sam do it? Just seems a little backwards." Bobby's brows furrowed in concentration, trying to wrap his head around the brother's thinking.

Both the hunter's gazes quickly went to the door as they heard it opening.

"Oh look, the kids are already awake Sammy." Dean strolled over to Bobby, stopping inches from his face. "And here I thought I'd have to wake you up." A cruel glint shined in Dean's eyes as he never broke eye contact with the old drunk.

"Sad I missed out." Bobby quipped, wanting nothing more than to smack the smirk off of the eldest demon's face. "Answer a question for us."

"We're an open book." Dean remarked, backing up slightly from the old hunter.

"Why didn't Sam just fling us? Does big brother just like to do it?" Bobby's tone was curious as he glanced at Sam who had been standing mute by the door.

"Because I can't." Dean shot Sam a death glare which Sam shrugged casually at. "Since our father was human, it was a hit or miss what powers, if any, we got." The whole time he was speaking, Sam purposefully kept his gaze on Bobby, never wanting to meet John's.

"I can fling, Sam can teleport, it's all very 'you complete me' kind of shit." Dean joked, sending a wink in his brother's direction.

After an over exaggerated eye roll, Sam turned to John. "Prove it. Prove you're our dad." The taller demon's voice was hesitant, not wanting to fully trust the hunter in front of him.

"Mary drove a '67 black Chevy Impala. If I'm not mistaken, it's the same one you boys are driving." John watched as Dean's tough façade faltered. "Dean at the moment you are…" The hunter paused, doing the math in his head. "Twenty-six? So that'd make Sam twenty-two."

"I'm going to stop you right there, if you are our father, and that's a big if, how come mom never mentioned you and you weren't around?" Dean interrupted, not wanting him to go on.

John sighed, ashamed of his actions. "When Mary and I met, I was unaware that she was demon. Just like she was unaware I was a hunter…" He paused, clearing his throat. "When Mary came clean with me, I decided there was no need to tell her who I really was because I was going to quit the life." John chuckled humorlessly at the memory. "If only I'd known there was no getting out."

"Dean, on your third birthday, Mary found out what my 'business' trips really were and kicked me out. She didn't know at the time she was pregnant with Sam." Dean could see the self-loathing evident in John's eyes but at the moment didn't care. He had lied to mom and hadn't fought to stay for her. It's his fault she was killed, The eldest demon thought.

"Mom never mentioned you." Sam said quietly, betrayal in his tone. He was angry at their mom for not telling them the truth, they had grown up without a dad and at the age of twelve, Sam grew up without a mother as well.

"You know how mom died right?" Dean hissed, his fists clenched at his sides. "She had left Sam and me in the motel room while she went to go take care of a hunter problem. She was gone long enough that I thought something was up. So, I left Sammy and went looking for her." Dean hesitated, his voice gruff from unshed emotion. "I walked around to the back of our building just in time to see a hunter stab some knife into her, killing her."

John looked at his son in horror, not able to wrap his head around what he just heard. What kind of blade can kill a demon?, he thought, distracted for a moment.

"Why find us now?" Sam interjected, eyeing their father suspiciously.

"Um, I've been trying to track you boys down for years. Bobby was helping me. But, you weren't easy to find." John answered simply.

Finally having enough, Dean forced a smile and walked over to the infamous hunter, undoing the ropes while Sam did the same with Bobby. "Not that this hasn't been fun or anything, but we all have our own separate lives. So, if you wouldn't mind, you can get the hell out."

John and Bobby quickly moved to where they were both next to each other facing the boys with their pistols out. "We can't let you walk out those doors to just damn more people." John forced out, not liking the idea of having to exorcize his boys.

Dean's dark laughter reverberated off the walls before his now black gaze rested on their father. "Is daddy dearest going to shoot us? This is rich."

"No, but I am." Before either of the demons could react, Bobby buried one bullet in each of their chests, rendering them powerless.

"Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me." Dean growled, feeling stupid for not thinking that they could've carved devil's traps into the bullets.

The four all remained still, the brother's dark eyes locked with Bobby and John's gazes.

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TBC

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