Chapter 2.

After the death of his wife, their were no leads, John felt like someone had taken him and started beating the living shit out of him, he barely noticed his two boys, anymore; Dean had stepped up: believing Sam was to young: and that seeing his mother in a coffin-during her wake- would disturb him, the little hunter was forcing himself to grow up- he had even allowed Missouri to come over and baby-sit, his little brother- he was going- as support for his father- he help onto Sam: making sure his pace- maker worked.: for his weakened heart. He started getting jobs, stealing credit cards, running scams, anything, to support his family.

That night- after the wake-, John swore revenge, he would seek out, the killer, who murdered his wife. And in the end forsake his remaining children. John left, becoming nothing more, then a passing memory, and to Dean Winchester, it felt like, he had lost both a mother and a father, luckily he still had his brother: with that in mind: he went to go check on Sam.

Sam, had gone into shock, seeing, the horrific scene, Dean tried, to shield him away, but, Sam, kept peeking from in-between his brother's fingers, the lights and sounds: red and blue lights flashed into the night: dean would never forget the night he lost his mother

at night, Sam, would cry for his mother, and Dean's heart would break a little more.

Dean held on tight, refusing to let go, fearing that if he did, he to, would lose his mind, police had come and gone. Offered John, as much as help as he needed. But John didn't need help, he needed a miracle: in both senses: he feared for his youngest' s health: his failing heart: the surgeons said he'd need a new heart every 2-3 years. Sam had lost the ability to speak: and to John, he had become a mute.

Dean had ended up fishing out the snuggles bear out, glowering down at the bear, as if it was ,its fault that Mary had died, that Sam quit talking, that his life was a living hell. He crushed the bear's arm under the weight of his strength. Throwing it across the room, it knocked into a lamp: which knocked over: glass shattered-scattered across the floor- he'd have to pick it up- Sam had a tendency to go around bear foot: he shoved the bear into the back of the closet closing the door- he set to work cleaning up. Sam, was fragile, Sam needed looking out for- and as far as the little eight year old was concerned he was all the family Sam needed.

For the next few months, things were a living hell, John would go out, drinking, stumble his way home, and find that the door, locked. He would pound relentlessly, cursing his sons- but he knew this was Dean's doing, he would call out to his wife- and wish that she was here to make it better.

Dean was staring out from, the window, he had just put Sam, to bed, the poor kid, hardly touched his meal, John howled at his sons to let him in. and Dean had to smile, as it had reminded him of the three little pigs, and the big bad wolf. Only, their were no pigs here, just a hurt, sorry, three year old, and his fierce protector. Dean had left his father to wallow, in his own grief, only dragging his sorry wet ass, back in, after their father lay passed out on the lawn. For a few minutes Hauling his father, up, and laying him down, on the couch was no easy task.

"god I wish Ben or Alec was here?' thought Dean knowing that was impossible, he hadn't even gotten a chance to say goodbye that day, his father told him that Ben and Alec had ran away. Which Dean thought was strange, because any good father, would be worried shitless, over their missing children. But not John, he was calm, and his voice was even. So much had happened over these months, Dean couldn't grasp much of anything, he walked Sam, to and from school, or, home schooled the child. He found that Sam was smart really smart, and that Dean was a good teacher.

Aug! what the hell hit me! Came a voice that belonged to none other then John Winchester "Boys! He yelled.

"Shh, dad Sammy's sleeping" said Dean, in a firm tone. John sobered up, "did you find him, did you find the bastard that killed your mother! John whispered harshly slurring his words together.

"no, is that all you think about, no wonder, the CPS, has been calling, the phone has been ringing off the hooks, since morning, to prove his point the phone started ringing. screaming at them, from the wall, inside the kitchen. They want Sam, I wont let them , he's mine, my responsibility, my pain in the ass little brother, who I love, so don't whatever you do dad, don't fuck this up!" he cried slamming his hand onto the coffee table. Dean acted older then he actually was, and without Mary, John feared he lost, his sons, because wherever Dean went Sammy was sure to follow, like the nursery rhyme: little Bo-peep. John felt sick, really sick,- like he was going to throw up Texas sick-, he made his way to his feet, dashing to the bathroom, he made it time, spewing into the toilet, Dean followed closing the door behind him. Leaving John, with his thoughts. He made his way upstairs, to check on Sammy. But John couldn't help: wonder if Dean was sick in the mind: or was it the hang over talking: was he worried about his younger's safety.- or would Sam: turn out to be like the rest of his boys-

Dean& Sam's Room

Dean made his way upstairs, his old pair of cowboy boots, clanking their way, at the stairs, Dean had this feeling, like they were being watched, he had also had this feeling, that John was hiding something important from them, which tweaked him- he was good at keeping things hidden and away from view: Sammy didn't need to know how depressed he was: and he didn't want his little brother to think it was his fault, that he had been cutting himself: he had hide the bloody knives:

He swore when they got old enough, when he was able to drive, he would take Sammy away, far away, make him forget, about his terrible life, He no longer cared, what happened to his father, cause his father brought it on himself.- his father was dead to him- quiet snuffles brought him back out of his red haze, it was coming from behind the door.

"Sam! Sammy I'm coming in" called Dean their was a quiet shuffle, of feet- as Dean reached up to unlock the door- he had also locked the window- bolted them really good-, he didn't want Sam to see their father like that,- and he didn't trust- this neighborhood he didn't want the shame and embarrassment of caring for an emotionally crippled father, he feared, that it would scare his little brother for life, knowing, the ups and downs in life. As Dean unlatched the door, the door swung open, revealing a small room, Sam, was huddled on the bed. It broke Dean's heart, knowing their was nothing, he could do to stop the anguished look from crossing his brother's face. His heart pounded in his chest, as he took the necessary steps to comfort Sam., putting snuggles down, Sam, hugged his older brother, seeking comfort that Dean was happy to comply. Dean didn't know, the plan, Tom, had in store for his little brother, and the remaining family members- that were scattered around the world.. He began to rock Sam back and forth, putting Sam's head, to his chest :like his mother did, with him Until Sam fell asleep in Dean's arms, Dean, laid him down onto the bed, sliding in next to him, he wrapped a protective arm around his little brother, pulling him close, Dean kept a weary eye on the window, his ears were always open, He normally caught up on sleep in school, teachers became concerned, and soon, they had to pack up and leave. John was in the driver's seat, Dean in the passenger, flipping through old photographs, that he was sure, that John thought he burned a long ago, they were of, him, and the twins, some of them, were of Tom. Most of Tom's were burnt, as John saw his eldest as a failure, and nothing more, Sam was in the back, reading, a children's book, quietly.

"Pup" how are you feeling?" asked Dean looking at his brother from the rearview mirror, all he got was the sound of a page turning- and a shy smile.

Mediocre

Meanwhile, On the Mediocre training grounds, Alec was peering, out the fenced prison wall, when he caught sight of the black impala, as she sped across, the highway, he was following it with his eyes, automatically recognizing it as his father's. The young transgenic, was seething, his insides were on fire, Alec snarled, a few choice words, and picked back up on his training, he was still learning, and he was gaining more knowledge, and experience, he was becoming more dexterous, and cunning. with each day, that past, His fighting abilities had improved greatly and he was ready to take on the world, but He hated Ben, who out ranked him, for the time being, Ben was being sent on a retrieval mission hunt, and capture 595. So he was all alone, he was just a number, without a name, he had lost, everything that had connected him to the Winchesters, He was the lone wolf, the outcast, he didn't mind, he liked the silence, it gave him time to think, and thinking had become a dangerous weapon to him, he still remembered his promise, he would find John Winchester, he would make his father pay for his betrayal, and then, and only then, he would mend the family, that was torn by distrust. He hadn't heard about his mother's Death, Dr. Locklyer feared, that 494 would do something irrational…. He was right.

Meanwhile back, In the Impala, John had let Dean, pick out the music, from a box of old cassettes tapes, it was straying from the house rules "driver picks music, shotgun shuts his cakehole, but dean didn't care he was silent listening to Metallica, rumble in the background, Sam was passed out in the back seat, his book had fallen from his grasp. He looked so cute, turning back, not realizing how late it had gotten, "now what?" he asked in a low voice so not to disturb his little brother, Where are we going now dad?

"To see an old friend" replied John Winchester, pulling into Mediocre training facility, Dean froze, recognizing the building, on the other side of the fence, Alec froze as well,, watching the black beauty, pull into, the Mediocre parking lot, cutting off the engine, John unbuckled his seat belt, and opened the driver's door, I want you two to stay in the car" ordered John. Dean didn't say anything, didn't agree, and still had no clue to why they were there, he was angry, it was getting cold, Sammy was shivering, and he was hungry. exactly, who lived here? what was so important, that it had, his father sweating bullets, What unknown reason, held his father, by the balls.

That Unknown reason, watched them, from behind the fence gate, John had left to go talk to Doctor Locklyer and Dr. White. Dean hated this: long agonizing hours spent cooped up in, a too, tight car, with only his slumbering brother to keep him company. It made him squirm, like none other, unbuckling himself, he moved to the back, quickly unbuckling Sammy he lifted the boy, up into his arms. And shut the door behind him, "if dad can leave so can we" he thought. Entering, through the gate, a couple guards blinked at the similarities between 494 and the strange boy, that held another, Alec watched, with a smirk, it was nice to see his little brothers, especially Dean. He made eye contact with Sam, who was sucking on his thumb, Dean gently pulled it out, from his mouth, with a firm no, Sam stopped, but kept his eyes on Alec. Alec waved, offhandedly showing off a little bit, for his new brother. Or, Dean had a child without his knowledge, but his smile soon faded into a snarl, as Dr. Locklyer called the X5 in.

Alec obediently obeyed, coming to stand, all soldier like, wearing cameo, and combat boots, god he looked so much like an older version of dean it wasn't funny, the sixteen year old glowered at John who stood in the corner. shadows eclipsing his face "at last, we meet, he thought bitterly- he hardly thought this man standing before him, his father figure: that man, died, sometime ago, if that man, ever existed at all.

Green golden hued eyes, flashed with the animosity of an angered lion, "I've come to take you home my son. John's eyes relayed. the air around them stilled, filling with tension. as Alec awaited instructions. Standing as still as a headstone.