Supremacy Chapter 20, a supernatural fanfic

I know it's been depressing but what could we expect? It's gonna take a while for the laughter to come back and I loved the reviews especially the messages from people who had gone through similar experiences.
I can't just pull a 180 on this but I need to add some cheer as Dean emerges from his cocoon and everyone starts to look at what's going on around them. The main thing you all cared about was Dylan and the happy pills which is a disaster when you think of what he used to be like. I'll fix it... I always listen to ideas and one reader wanted to see the boys out with a baby and so we get a little of that here although I daresay there's more to come!

We also get to see what Cole and Hope have been up to which may come as a shock to their father. Have they given up? Who knows but by the end you'll get some answers. Cole deals by playing his guitar and I've been waiting for a perfect time to bring this in as we finally see him playing a gig. OK, it's not the right time frame music wise but the song you'll need is one that I'm sure you all know: 'Bring me to Life' by Evanescence.
Can you say Sqeeeeeeeeee?!
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Apart from when he was shaving Dean avoided mirrors like the plague choosing not to be confronted with the haunting image of what he had become. He had to get his act together but he knew the only way he would feel remotely human was by taking care of those around him. Waking early he had finally cleared all the crap from his room and then set to carefully folding up Bonnie's discarded clothes and put them out of sight in the closet as he talked to the baby lying on the bed sucking his toes.

"So ya think I look ok without the beard?" He asked looking down at him.

Logan gave him a gummy smile.

"Thought so. I'm gonna go get your brother's ass out of bed then we're gonna go get you some new duds." Logan had grown out of everything they had that would fit a sixth month old let alone a baby half that age. "I know you're workin' the romper suit thing but it's not a good look for a dude so I'll get you some jeans and you'll be cool."

Logan smacked his lips happily as Dean picked him up and shoved him under one arm making a beeline for Cole's room. He sniffed the air and rolled his eyes before opening the door. Cole looked up from the bed as his Dad walked in and exhaled the sweet smelling smoke into the air. Dean couldn't blame him for what he was doing but he intended to put a stop to it for good.

He walked over and grabbed the reefer from between Cole's lips and squashed the burning stub in his fist letting the embers fall into the metal bin by the nightstand. "Where's your stash?"

Cole nodded at the open guitar case in the corner and Dean bent down pocketing the bags of weed and the lump of resin. "You been dealin'?"

"Nah, it's personal use only."

"That's some habit man but enough with the emo crap; this stuff'll send you psycho." Dean held the smiling baby and looked at his son in all seriousness. "You got two choices; cold turkey or an ass kickin'. What's it gonna be?"

"I don't do cold turkey and you're too old to kick my ass." Cole smiled and stood up. "It's good to have you back Dad."

"Hold that thought, c'mon we're goin' clothes shopping."

Cole frowned. "Clothes shopping?"

"I'm Mr Mom now remember so get your shit together and be downstairs in five."

When Dean got to the kitchen Bobby was sat with Sam and Dylan drinking coffee they looked up at him but didn't comment on the clean clothes that hung off him or the shaved chin. "Where's Brooke?"

"Sleeping." Sam said glad of the change in his brother.

"How's the head?" Dean handed Logan to him casually even though it was the first time Sam had actually held his nephew. Going to the counter to pour a coffee Dean sipped the luke warm liquid challenging them to say something with his eyes.

"He's blond." Sam said.

"Nothin' gets past you Scully."

Sam was mesmerized by the massive child, he was gorgeous as were all their kids but he looked so much older than he should and smiled happily at him like he was used to being held by anyone but his father. "Hey Logan." Sam smiled as a chubby fist grabbed his finger and squeezed it tightly before popping it into his mouth. "Wow, you're strong." He said in awe.

Lily may be almost five months older than her cousin but he would dwarf her. Despite the fact both her parents were tall Lily was a dainty baby and they all knew she would be the first girly girl any of them would have to live with, add to that the fact she was deaf there would be a houseful of nervously protective men watching over her as she grew.

"You wanna hold him Dyl?" Sam asked.

Dylan nodded silently and held out his arms as Sam handed over Logan and watched them together for a minute.

Dean sighed and tried not to have any regrets about the way he had acted but it was tough not to. He decided the best course of action would be to just move on and try to fix things. "I'm takin' Cole into town, you guys wanna come?"

"Sure, that'd be good." Sam said. "Right Dyl?"

"Yeah."

"I'll stay here and keep Brooke company." Bobby offered as Cole emerged brushing his shower fresh hair behind his ears.

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Spring was hitting Alaska and the sun was out although the air was still cool. Dean struggled to find parking downtown in the small city but eventually found a spot that was reasonably accessible. Sam was riding shotgun as usual but the baby seat between them now came as standard and Dean knew he would have to buy a second one in case they took both kids out at once. Cole got out of the back pulling the wheelchair with him as they all exited the Impala like they were embarking on an expedition.

As they made their way down the street heads turned and not just because their clothing set them apart from the generally outdoorsy crowd. Dean's head barely turned as a woman openly stared at him carrying Logan but Cole saw it so did Sam and Dylan; it had started.

"Where does Brooke normally go to get baby stuff?"

Sam was ashamed to say he didn't have a clue but Dylan came to the rescue. "There's a store down this street."

Dean turned to him. "You been shopping for Lily before?" He nodded. "At least we have one guy who knows what he's doin' then."

"Don't worry Dad I have a feeling the shop assistants are gonna be real helpful." Cole smiled at his feet as he soved his hands in his pockets.

Dean walked into the shop first and held the door for Sam who avoided most stores but as this one had to be buggy friendly he'd be ok. As Dean and his Uncle wandered about Cole looked at the counter and caught the three shop girls playing rock paper scissors as they fought over who was going to wait on the newcomers. Cole laughed to himself and went to join the others as the winner; a young dark haired girl in black trousers and blouse approached.

"My name's Geri, can I help you gentlemen?"

Dean turned to her and his face didn't register her looks at all as he turned Logan in his arms. "Yeah, he needs kitting out."

"Ok…what are you looking for?"

Dylan squinted as her pupils dilated and was forced to move away as her thoughts took on an unhealthy tone.

"Pretty much everything though mainly clothes."

She ran a hand over the baby's cheek. "He's gorgeous, what's his name?"

"Logan."

"Hi Logan." She said. "He's about nine months right?"

Sam looked at his brother who lied. "Yeah, but I don't wanna be here every coupla weeks so gimme stuff for a year to eighteen months."

"Sure." She looked a little disappointed. "Well, these are really popular at the moment and we have them in his size."

Cole sniggered as his father stared expressionlessly at the dungarees. "Does he look like a retarded hillbilly to you?"

Sam moved forwards as the young girl blushed. He slapped Dean on the back when he looked at her. "Geri, hi. Have you got anything like the stuff he's wearing but in miniature?"

Finally she got it. "Leather and denim right? I'm sure we can come up with something, why don't you come over and grab a seat, I'll bring some things to you."

"Thanks." Cole smiled and watched her walk away before turning to his father. "Let me hold him."

Dean stared at his son. "If you can't get pussy without holding a cute baby then you're changing your name."

As they went to sit down Sam looked around for Dylan but couldn't see him. He frowned and called out his name moving down the racks of clothes and into the toy section. "Dylan?"

"In here."

Sam stopped by a Wendy House and leaned down pulling up the plastic door at the front seeing Dylan sat crossed legged inside. "You ok?"

He shook his head. "This is a place for kids so why are they all thinking about sex?"

Sam reached in a hand. "C'mon let's go get a hot chocolate while Uncle Dean works his magic."

Dylan emerged and Sam went to tell his brother they were going.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, we'll just be at the café on the corner."

Dylan kept a hand on the back of Sam's chair as they headed down the street to the café, it was nice weather so they sat outside in the sun. Dylan moved a chair away from the table to make space for his Dad and Sam thanked God yet again for such a sweet little boy who always thought of others even when he struggled to cope himself.

"You want to eat anything?" Sam asked him when the waiter emerged. Dylan shook his head. "Just a coffee and a hot chocolate thanks."

They sat in silence for a minute until the drinks arrived. "Hey, marshmellows." Sam tried. "We'll have to remember this place."

"I don't wanna take tablets any more." Dylan blurted out.

"Ok…" Sam sighed. "We'll try something else."

Dylan shook his head. "No, nothing will help."

Sam rubbed a hand over his son's long brown hair. "Tell me what you need and you got it."

"I have to face my fears right? I mean it's what you and the others do."

Sam frowned feeling inadequate. "I don't know about that."

Dylan stirred his drink thoughtfully. "I know you don't like going out in public 'cos people stare at you and not in the way they look at the others, but you do it anyway."

Sam chewed a lip. "You're right, I hate it."

"And Uncle Dean's flirting and stuff but all he's thinking is that he'd rather be in bed with a bottle of whiskey." Dylan looked at him. "Cole's just wondering where his next high is coming from and if he can get through his gig tonight without vomiting."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "I can't comprehend how hard it must be for you to have all this stuff in your head Dylan but it's pretty obvious the pills aren't doing anything to help so they're gone. I don't know how we can control this but I promise you I'll find a way, you trust me?"

He smiled. "If you guys can do it, so can I."

"You know how much I love you?"

"I know."

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After they had lunch they all went to the supermarket and stocked up on healthy food, diapers and formula. They got back into the Impala which was laden with bags making it a squeeze.

"What now?" Sam asked Dean as he started the engine.

"Just on more stop to make." He answered enigmatically.

It took a while to negotiate the afternoon traffic but Cole suddenly grew nervous as he recognized the area they were heading to. Dean glanced at him in the mirror. "You ok back there?"

"Sure." He said looking out of the window.

"Good." He answered with a set jaw.

"Dean, where are you taking us?" Sam asked as they pulled into a side street downtown.

Dean stopped the car and looked out of the windscreen. "You can stay and wait or join me for a beer." Dean told him getting out.

"Shit." Cole muttered.

Sam leaned out to look at where they were parked and did a double take. "Hooters?! He's not serious?" he muttered as he saw Dean walk in. "Cole, get me my chair and stay with the kids."

"Sam…"

"Now dammit!"

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Dean sat at a table near the entrance and watched as the door opened and Sam came in looking around. "Dude!" He almost shouted as he moved to the table. "There are kids in the car."

"I just need five minutes Sammy, ten max."

"I know you're in a bad way but I don't think this is gonna help." He pouted.

Dean gave him a tight smile as a busty waitress came over. "Well hello…I'm Devon and I'll be your waitress, what can I get you?" She asked in a husky voice.

The girl was a knockout but Dean didn't check her out as he looked at the menu ignoring Sam's steely glare. "Hey Devon, we'll get two small beers and no offense but I'd like Hope to wait on me if you don't mind." He set the menu down and smiled at his brother as she walked away disappointed.

"Oh shit." Sam huffed. "Hope's a Hooters girl?"

Dean sighed shakily. "Don't get me started I'm savin' myself."

Devon walked back to the bar. "Oh my God girl, you get all the hot ones." She said to Hope. "He's a bit older than I normally go for but…damn! Two small beers for table twelve and he's askin' for you by name."

Hope smirked. "Yeah?" She said sticking her chest out as she watched the barman pour the beers and place them on a tray. "It's not that dick from the other night is it?"

"Nah, never seen him before, he's with some guy in a wheelchair."

Hope's heart almost stopped and she edged out into the bar area hiding behind a pillar. "Shit!"

"Jealous ex?" She frowned.

"Worse: my Dad."

Devon stared back with wide eyes. "The guy in the brown leather jacket, that's your Dad?"

"Yeah and he's gonna kill me."

"Is he a Mormon or something?"

"Or something." Hope took a deep breath and picked up the tray.

Making her way over to the table under her father's gaze had to be one of the longest walks of her life. Dean sat back with his arm slung over the back of the chair and looked up at her angrily. Hope had the figure of a playmate and it was all natural which made her a hit anyway but why she had to put it out there like this was beyond him.
She was wearing the beloved uniform but in a nod to their current State she was wearing big furry boots on the end of her long shapely legs.

"Hey Dad, Sam…this is a nice surprise." She leaned down to place the beers on the table and Dean covered his eyes as she displayed a face full of cleavage.

"I think I'm gonna go blind."

"Dad, don't be a hypocrite, this is your Mecca."

Dean pushed a chair out with his foot. "Sit down."

Hope grabbed the seat and crossed her legs flicking her long hair over her shoulder. "It's no worse than hustling so don't have an aneurism."

"How d'ya think I knew you worked here?"

"You followed me?"

"No, I saw your profile online!"

"Ewwww." Sam and Hope both said.

"Exactly. I been on the road since before I can remember but through every miserable State you can imagine, every gory hunt and grim body there was one thing and one thing only that was a constant source of joy in my life: just one." He emphsized with a raised finger.

"Sam?" She tried.

"Hooters." He corrected. "The one thing I thought I could always rely on and you've ruined it."

Sam fought a smile as Hope rolled her eyes. "Let's not be dramatic."

"I'll never be able to look at the uniform again without seeing you, as if my life didn't suck enough."

"I'm sorry Dad." She said. "I didn't mean to spoil your fantasy."

"Yeah, well ya did. I hope you're proud of yourself."

"You want me to quit?"

"How much do you make in tips?"

"Dean!" Sam warned.

"Yeah, I want you to quit." He drank his beer enjoying the bitter taste. "I know you had to stay close to home and I know I haven't set a good example but just 'cos I let you drop outta school this isn't what I want for you."

Hope smiled and leaned over to kiss him. "Ok, I'll finish the shift and I'm done. Just ask Cole to pick me up before he goes to his gig."

Dean blinked. "He has a gig?"

"Yeah, Chris's High School Reunion."

Dean sat back in shock. He hadn't seen Bonnie's Doctor since the hospital board hearing when he had to speak in her defence so she could keep her job. "You stayed in touch?"

"Cole mainly."

"And he's playing there tonight?"

She shrugged.

"The things you find out when you're not a hermit. Ok, we better get the kids home but I'll see ya later ok?" Dean stood up and made for the door. "Oh, wait." He rummaged in his pocket and gave her a twenty.

"Dad?!"

"Make sure you split the tip with that other chick."

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When Cole got to the school gym his buddies were already set up and Christina was a nervous wreck. "Thank God you're here!"

Hope was still in the Hooter's uniform having kept it as a parting gift figuring Luc would get his kicks out of it even if it banished her father to a mental home. Luc was due to join them having been out of town for a couple of days and she couldn't wait to see him.

"Relax." Cole told Chris as he noted how classy she looked in the simple short black dress. "You look really amazing."

Hope rolled her eyes. "Sound check bro." She reminded.

"Right." He went to the stage longing for a spliff but fending off the urge as he greeted the rest of the band. He had met them at an open mic night and they were getting well paid for this gig which was the only reason they were considering something so cheesy.
For his part, Cole wanted to do it for Christina who hadn't come away unscathed from his mother's death as the hospital board had come down on her hard. In the end Dean had saved her job by agreeing reluctantly to an autopsy on his wife and speaking on her behalf in front of the board of administrators.

Hope looked at her sideways. "You look really nice."

"I'm shitting bricks."

She laughed. "High School was that bad?"

The woman looked at her. "You know I went to Mexico once on a sabbatical? I delivered a baby to a woman who was trapped in a landslide. That was less scary than this."

"I bet they're all losers." Hope said confidently.

"I still feel like a fat kid inside."

"You were fat?" Hope looked her up and down.

"Huge."

"So…" She coughed. "You were a fat loser at school and now you're a slim, gorgeous Harvard Grad and the hottest guy in the room wants to sleep with you. Work it."

"What?!"

"Cole totally wants to sleep with you…by the time he's done playing his set, every woman in this place will want to sleep with him too."

Chris was speechless for a minute as she watched him on stage. "He's too young…" She muttered.

"Yeah, you're probably right but what does that matter when he's got a tongue like a slinky?"

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Brooke walked into the kitchen to investigate the noise and saw Dean with a blender. "Isn't he a bit young for that?"

"It's not for Logan, it's for me." He smiled as he emptied the contents into a glass.

Brooke picked up the big tin on the counter. "Muscle mass?" She read. "Two thousand calories a serving?!"

"You wanna put on weight fast go with the protein shakes." He sighed drinking the shake in one go with a grimace as it dripped down his chin.

"Body building formula…" She sighed. "What have we come to?"

"You could do with some I can see your ribs."

She shrugged. "I'm ok."

Dean looked at her for a minute admiring everything about her. She was definitely the unsung hero of their clan. "You kept this family goin' for a long time under tough circumstances, I appreciate it."

She smiled. "It's my family too Dean."

"You're a badass."

"I know." She replied with no false modesty.

Dean looked down at his bare feet. "I thought of a way to get Dylan better."

She stood up straight. "I'm listening."

"With everythin' that's happened he's lost touch with his sprit guide, we need to get Ling back."

"You think that'll help?"

"Can't hurt." He shrugged.

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The reunion was in full swing with the DJ playing old school tunes and everyone milling about desperately trying to outdo one another and get drunk at the same time. Chris still stood alone by the drinks and Cole shook his head going over.

"Are you gonna enjoy this at all?"

She shrugged. "The only friends I had haven't shown, they all moved away or had kids and stuff."

"I can't believe you organized all this for a bunch of assholes."

"I bet High School was easy for you."

"I wouldn't really know, I went to so many and never graduated anyway."

"You didn't?" She asked in shock.

He gave her a goofy look. "I'm a retard."

"Far from it, so all your friends went to college or stayed home?"

"I don't know; they're still seniors." He shrugged as she choked on her drink.

"How old are you?"

"I'm gonna be eighteen in a couple of weeks."

"Oh my God." She turned and wiped at the front of her dress. "I'm a dirty old woman!"

Cole laughed and took her arm. "Listen, age has nothin' to do with anything."

"You don't know what thoughts are running through my head right now."

"Yeah?" His hips shifted into hers slightly as his face moved to her hair. "Which one of these losers are you trying to impress?"

Chris took a deep breath. "Your nine o'clock…buxom blonde."

Cole turned his head. "Cheerleader?"

"That obvious?"

"Is she the one who tied you up in our basement?"

"Among others."

"Dance with me." Cole gave her no choice as he took her hand and they moved onto the dance floor when the DJ started to play 'Beautiful' by Christina Aguilera. It was definitely not his style but tonight wasn't about him.

Hope stood watching them with a wry smile as she sipped at the heavily laced punch. A couple passing by stared at her uniform and she opened out her arms shimmying her shoulders and her breasts in response. The man stared and his wife hit him. "There ya go!" Hope said with a wink.

"Still torturing people?" Came the sexy accent over her shoulder.

Hope's loins immediately melted at the sound of Luc's voice and when his lips touched her neck she tilted her head and reached behind her to stroke his hair. "This party just got a whole lot better." She turned and he took her in his arms.

"I missed you chou fleur."

She rolled her eyes. "A slight improvement on cabbage but cauliflowers still aren't..." He halted her with a kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He pulled away eventually. "It's good to see you but I don't like you in those clothes here."

"You'll get over it. Call it a band gimmick."

He knew he couldn't tame her and didn't want to. "Cole up soon?"

"Me too apparently."

"You're going to sing, wearing that?"

"We're trying to impress Chris's alumni." She nodded.

"Or piss of every woman in the room?"

"That too." She grinned. "You know me so well."

The DJ announced that the band were going to play in five and everyone went to get drinks or go to the toilet.

"I have to go." She said kissing him again.

"I'll be here."

Cole was already on the stage and Hope was making her way over down the side of the room when she walked into someone. "Sorry." She said frowning before stepping aside.

A large hand grabbed the top of her arm and she looked at it before checking the face. "Hey!"

"Sorry Hope." The man took his hand away and stared down at her with a look that made her pause.

"Do I know you?" He wasn't being aggressive but there was a cold pit in her stomach as she looked up at him and realized that he didn't belong here. She glanced nervously backwards to see if Luc was there but he was lost in the crowd. "Who are you?"

The large man's hands rested on her shoulders. "I'm not here to hurt anyone."

Taking a deep breath she did a quick assessment. The man was pretty big and dressed beautifully in a dark grey suit and black open necked shirt but he had an air of danger to him. Although he had a face that would have most women fainting his head was shaved and his neck started somewhere above his ears which meant he had an overall air of menace.

"I'll say it again…who are you?"

"Someone who can help you."

"Do what?"

"Bring your mother back."

Hope stared at him unable to tear her eyes from his as Cole called her up to the stage.

"What?!"

"Go." He told her. "I'll be waiting when you get back."

He pushed her gently in the direction of the stage but she carried on looking over her shoulder at him as she walked until he disappeared. Hope paused, her mind a massive swirl of thoughts as Cole called her again.

Her heart was pounding as she walked up the steps to the stage. Cole put a hand over his mic. "You look like you've seen a ghost, are you ok?"

Hope nodded and pulled herself together. "Yeah, I'm ok…what are we singin'?"

Cole gestured to the band. "Bring me to life."

"Well, that's fitting." She said as she stood in front of the crowd and found her voice as the keyboard started. As if she hadn't a care in the world Hope began to sing as Cole played his guitar next to her.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

Hope's singing voice was amazing and combined with the uniform all the guys were going mental. Cole was next to her providing some rocking back up vocals as he pounded on his guitar so the women weren't short of eye candy either.

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life

Frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
Bring me to life

The buxom bully sidled up to Chris as she danced to the music. "Is that your boyfriend?"

Chris smiled. "No but I'm having sex with him later."

"He's very young." She commented cattily.

"Yeah but he's hung like a donkey." She raised her arms in the air and whooped out loud feeling better about herslf than she had in years.

(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
(Bring me to life)

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As soon as the song was done Hope jumped off the stage making Cole stare after her. "Hope?!"

She ignored him and vaguely heard him start to sing 'The River' by Good Charlotte as she jumped up and sought out the tall man over the heads of the crowd.

Luc came over. "That was amazing."

"Yeah." She said vaguely as she suddenly spotted the guy standing next to an equally hot woman wearing grey trousers and a black top like they were co-ordinating. She pushed through the congratulatory crowd and made her way over with Luc hot on her heels.

"That was great." Thee smiled down at her. "You sing really well."

"Save it, start talking Hulk." She glared.

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