Authors Note: Uh I am completely embarrassed. I totally messed up on Dean and Sam's ages. I believe they are more around Sam 23 and Dean 25 or 26. But to my defense I don't think they actually say their exact ages on the show. I even looked it up and couldn't find it! But thank you very much readers who pointed this out, thank you for saying something. Another thing to address, from an anonymous reviewer, who mentioned something about how Jacob stole the motorcycle.

If you are reading this, he didn't steal the motorcycle and then go straight to graduation. He stole the thing months ago, probably should have mentioned that but I didn't think it was important. Thank you for pointing that out, I appreciate it. Other than those mistakes all I can say is I'm glad you liked the first chapter and here's the second!

Three Brothers

Chapter 2

Jacob slowed his motorcycle down as he rounded the corner to his apartment complex, upon seeing a very familiar Impala sitting across the street from his home. He instantly knew who it belonged to and couldn't help but smile. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he really did enjoy seeing his brothers. For a Winchester, family was the most important thing in your life.

Even if they annoy the hell out of you, Jacob thought with a shake of his head.

As Jacob passed the Impala he reached over and touched the hood, it was still slightly warm which meant Sam and Dean hadn't been there long. Four to five minutes give or take. Jacob turned his motorcycle off and hopped onto the street, where he pushed it towards the apartment complex garage. Once his pride and joy was locked safely up he pocketed the "key" and headed for the stairs only to stop and frown.

I could either A) go the normal way and run into Sam and Dean so they can make fun of me. Or B) sneak past them and save some of my dignity. He debated before changing course.

His apartment was on the second floor right next to a strangely large oak tree, he'd had to sneak through his bedroom window many times after accidentally forgetting his key inside and getting locked out. And he'd found the easiest way to get back inside was to climb the tree.

It was a much better alternative to going to his landlady and asking for another key. His landlady was a crotchety, old bat that detested Jake with a passion. Talking to her was like pulling teeth with no anesthesia.

Jacob jumped up and grabbed onto the lowest branch of the tree he could find. Since he wasn't that tall the branch was about five feet off the ground. He hung in the air for a moment before swinging his lower body over the branch. He pulled himself the rest of the way up before climbing up to the next branch with practiced ease.

The young man continued upward until reaching the branch directly above his apartment window, as he stared down at his destination he was thankful he left the window unlocked.

Jacob put his arms out for balance and walked out on the sturdy branch keeping his gaze locked on his window. The young man was deathly afraid of heights and only resorted to this option when he had no other choice.

The eighteen year old took a deep, bracing breath and walked out onto the branch. He stared straight ahead, refusing to look down as his stomach swirled unpleasantly. After what felt like an eternity, Jacob reached the window and popped it open before sliding inside. He sighed deeply, calming his shaken nerves, and straightened his shirt as he passed the living room, which consisted of a small red couch stuffed in the corner and a couple of jeans strewn across the cushions.

A coffee table, which was actually the top of a round wooden table balanced on top of a stack of books, but he still considered it a table. Also in the room was a shelf full of books on werewolves and vampires and other supernatural occurrences. His favorite book just happened to be fictional: Dracula.

Jacob passed the living room and came around to his front door. He put his ear up to the door and could just make out the sounds of two people talking and a rattling in the lock. He shook his head and backed away from the door. His brother's were actually going to break into his apartment!

"I can not believe they're still doing that," he grumbled, glaring at the door with the might of a thousand suns. I blame dad, he huffed, resisting the urge to stomp away.

Snarling softly under his breath, Jacob walked into his bedroom and pulled off his shirt, grabbing a towel hanging from the top of his door. After kicking his boots off he opened the door and walked into his tiny bathroom that was just big enough to hold a shower, toilet and counter, but just barely.

Jacob turned the water on and braced himself for the cold as he took off the rest of his clothes, before stepping into the stream of water.

After a quick four minute shower Jacob jumped back out of the water gasping for breath. That was another thing he hated: getting a shower in cold water. Jacob ran the towel through his brown hair and changed into a clean shirt and jeans. At least he thought they were clean, Jacob sniffed his shirt experimentally and shrugged. It didn't smell too bad. Once he was done he stopped catching sight of his reflection.

Everyone he knew always said he was the spitting image of his father, but Jake didn't see the resemblance. His nose wasn't the same it was too crooked, from being broken one too many times. And his chin seemed just a little too big. But he had the same hair color as his Dad, only cut shorter to where it stuck up in spiky clumps around his head, making him look like he had permanent bed head. He wasn't really a looker like his father or brothers but Jacob figured it was because he was still in that awkward stage between adulthood and childhood.

The young man ran a hand along his jaw line, annoyed at the fact that there was not even a hint of stubble. He was still incapable of growing a beard, not that he'd ever learned how to shave, anyway.

Jacob glared at the thought and his icy blue eyes flashed in agitation. Just another thing I can't do that my family can, Jacob thought with a scowl. That thought brought his attention to the fact that he barely stood over five feet five inches.

I stand corrected there is something else for dad to be embarrassed about. Jacob was much shorter than both his brothers and father and much smaller. He didn't even weigh over one-hundred and fifty pounds. And most of it wasn't muscle, he was a wiry guy not a stout one. During highschool he was usually made fun of for being such a "shrimp."

He would argue that he was made for speed rather than brute strength. And that 5'6 was a completely normal height.

Whenever Jacob looked in the mirror he had to stop and wonder if he was even a real Winchester. He wasn't as good a hunter as his brothers and father. Yes, he'd been trained like his brothers but he hadn't hunted anything big in about three years. It wasn't something you forgot how to do but Jake still worried. What would his father say if he saw him so out of practice? Jacob snarled in his throat as the thought crossed his mind and threw his towel down.

Who cares what Dad would think? And just because I'm a Winchester doesn't mean I have to run around in the night killing things. He nodded at his reflection and stormed out of the bathroom. The first thing he saw was Dean and Sam sitting in the living room, talking quietly to each other. They both jumped when their younger brother threw the door open,

"Whoa, Jake, someone flush the toilet when you were showering?" Dean asked jokingly.

"No, but I can bet you were thinking about it," Jacob countered his bad mood still evident.

Dean smirked and said under his breath, "Mrowr." Jacob frowned at him but decided not to push it. He sat down in a rickety chair across from the couch, and leaned back in it. The chair creaked loudly in protest.

"So, how exactly did you find my apartment," Jacob asked, doing his best to sound nonchalant. It annoyed him to no end that they had found it so easily. He wasn't listed in the phone book, and he had his mail sent to another address. So how could they possibly find him?!

"Your friend Roy told us," Dean explained putting extreme emphasis on 'friend'. "Interesting friend you got there; said that you two had been inseparable for the past two years, said you were brothers from another mother if I remember correctly."

"Figures," Jacob muttered with heavy annoyance. He knew Roy was a good friend, one in a million, but sometimes he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. "Alright, next question why are you two still here? You said hi and that's great, but now I'd really appreciate it if you left."

Sam looked a little hurt at the question, while Dean appeared annoyed, Jacob noted with interest. He'd always been able to tell his brothers emotions, ever since they were kids. "We told you Jake. Dad's missing," Sam said a hint of steel creeping into his tone. Jacob winced knowing whenever Sam got like that it was serious.

"Yeah I got that, and I thought you guys got that I don't care." Jacob forced his voice to sound uncaring. He was so wrapped up in his inner annoyance he'd forgotten about the demon attack earlier, all he cared about at the moment was getting his brothers to leave him alone. "Sam, you know how I feel about Dad," he continued, eyes straying to his brother. "He can take care of himself; he's never needed us before. Why is this time any different?"

Dean stood suddenly with a furious expression, starling his younger brother, he took a step towards him. "That's not the only reason we came little brother," he said in an uncharacteristic serious tone. "If you'd bothered to keep in touch you'd know, Sam's girlfriend is dead."

Jacob froze in his chair, face paling. Not Jessica. Sam was totally crazy in love with her, he'd only met her a few times but she was a good person and he'd really enjoyed her company. And now she was dead. "W-what," he croaked.

Sam spoke up his voice quiet and subdued, "She was killed a couple months ago. Demon we think, she was stuck to the ceiling…just like mom."

The rest of the color drained from Jacob's face and he stood abruptly, the chair he was sitting in tipped over with a clank. He backed away from his brothers, hands shaking, No, no I don't want to think about this, anything but this. Jacob walked over to the window and leaned one arm against the sill, placing his forehead against the cool glass in an attempt to calm his racing thoughts.

This was too much to take in at once. Jacob couldn't believe that this day was supposed to be a happy day. "I'm sorry, Sam," he whispered, breath fogging the glass in front of his mouth.

"S'kay," Sam said from behind Jake. "We just need you to listen to us," Jacob nodded, but didn't turn to face his brothers. "We think that dad may have gone after that demon that was responsible for mom-"

"Wait," Jacob spun around, the memory of the demon hitting him like a brick. "I just ran into a demon a little bit ago," he trailed off when his brothers stared at him.

"You what?!" Dean exploded his lips quirking into a half snarl.

"I-uh when I left you guys in the parking lot I went to the old house, and there was well there was a demon in one of the rooms." Jake stuttered and looked down at his feet, feeling like a naughty child. He tensed his shoulders as he felt his brother's glares raining down on him.

"And you didn't feel the need to tell us, why?!" Dean demanded at the same time as Sam said,

"It didn't hurt you?"

"No it didn't. It just wanted to talk to me. It was really weird. I couldn't move but it didn't try to hurt me or anything," He looked to Sam, silently begging for help. But Dean stepped in front of Jacob, blocking Sam from his vision. Dean glared down at his much shorter brother,

"And you didn't tell us, because?" he probed.

"I-I just forgot, okay," Jake said narrowing his eyes up at Dean. "I didn't exactly expect to see you guys today," he defended. And I kind of wish I hadn't, he added mentally.

"You forgot," Dean said, in a tone that suggested he didn't believe a word of it.

"Yeah," Jacob muttered, more towards the ground than his brother. "I know it was important but it just kind of slipped my mind, you know?"

Dean eyed Jacob and looked like he was going to say something but Sam slipped in, "Yeah it's alright Jake. I know today hasn't exactly gone as you planned it to," he patted Jacob on the shoulder. And the young man looked up at him gratefully.

"But you still should have told us, first thing," Dean added and Jacob rolled his eyes. Sometimes his brother tried just a little too hard to act like dad.

"What did the demon say?" Sam said, face taking on a pondering look.

Jacob froze and bit the inside of his cheek. On the one hand he could tell his brothers exactly what the demon said and they would most likely charge over there guns blazing. And that might have been exactly what the demon wanted. If they went into that house with the demon there, it wasn't likely they would leave alive. And Jacob wasn't willing to put his brothers in danger like that. So that left option two, Jacob could lie and keep them safe.

"It told me that the Winchester's should watch their backs," Jacob fibbed, praying his brothers wouldn't see through the lie. "I think it was gloating, you know how they are."

"Annoying sons of bitches," Dean muttered, beginning to pace back and forth.

Sam caught Dean by the arm before he could begin to rant and whispered in his ear, too low for Jacob to hear, "Dean I think we need to get Jake out of this town."

"You think the demon was after him?" Dean also whispered quietly.

Sam shrugged, "It might have. But after what happened to Jess … I just don't think leaving him alone is a good idea." The brothers shared a nervous glance at Jacob and Dean nodded.

"But how are we going to get him to leave? I'm pretty sure he's not gonna go anywhere with us."

"Unless we make him," Sam let the sentence hang.

Dean eyed him before smiling, "I like the way you think, Sammy." The two older Winchester's turned on their youngest sibling standing at their full height, shoulder to shoulder. Jacob eyed them warily – he knew that look. And it wasn't good.

"Um, so," Jacob said edging away from his brothers until his back touched the far wall. "It's been great catching up and all but I think you should go." The young man closed his eyes momentarily, mentally searching for a way out of this situation. He didn't know exactly what his brothers were planning but it couldn't be good, not with the looks they were sending him.

"Yeah, sorry Jake but that's just not workin' for me," Dean said, feigning innocence. But Jacob could see right through it. "We're not going anywhere, at least not without you."

Well, that's slightly menacing, Jacob thought with unease, pressing himself further against the wall. "I-I'm not going anywhere," he said, standing his tallest. "This is m-my house and what I say goes." That sounded incredibly lame, he mentally sighed.

"You mean, apartment," Sam corrected, advancing right along with Dean.

As one Sam and Dean jumped their younger sibling, wrestling his smaller frame to the ground where Sam grabbed a hold of Jacob's flailing arms and pulled them behind his back. While Dean reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thick, white strip of plastic.

"C'mon, let me go!" Jacob grunted, fighting against his much larger brother's hold. "You can't just kidnap me."

"See, that's where you're wrong, Jake." Dean said snapping the plastic zip tie around his brother's thin wrists. He tightened the strip until it was cutting into Jacob's skin, "And it's not really kidnapping when it's family, right Sammy?"

"Yeah, it's more like, a forced family get together." Sam agreed, keeping a tight hold on his brother's bound arms.

"Guys, this is ridiculous!" Jacob pleaded, but Dean ignored him and walked out of the room. Jake twisted his head around to face Sam, "Seriously, I've got a life Sam. I can't just disappear, what will my friends think?"

Sam frowned, the plea striking too close to home. A sharp cry of, "Sammy," from the next room destroyed any thoughts of releasing Jacob and Sam shook his head. "Sorry, Jake but it's for your own good."

Dean came back into the room holding a bag stuffed full with Jacob's clothes and a toothbrush. "Alright, looks like we're ready to go." He slung the duffle over his shoulder and turned on his heel, heading towards the front door.

Jacob knew that once his brothers got him into the Impala there was no going back. Once they started their search for their father he'd have to stay with them till the end. And he did not want that to happen. So he planted his feet firmly on the ground, refusing to budge, "I'm not going with you," he stated calmly.

"Yeah, ya are," Dean said without even turning around. Jacob resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at him.

"C'mon Jake," Sam said, yanking Jacob forward. Jake grunted as he tried to fight Sam's hold, but his brother was too strong and easily pulled him towards Dean's waiting form. Dean nodded and opened the front door, only to come face to face with a short African American woman with frazzled black hair. She had her hands on her hips and an amused expression on her face.

"Missouri!" Jacob exclaimed with relief. He knew she wouldn't let Dean and Sam drag him away from his home, Missouri was pretty much his guardian, not legally but the closet thing he had to one. After he had decided to go his own way he came back to his home town and went straight to Missouri. She let him stay with her until his seventeenth birthday. After that she let him have his own apartment but still came by to check up on him regularly.

The woman spared him a quick glance before looking back at Dean, "Sam and Dean Winchester. I have to say it's been awhile."

Jacob smirked at his brother's shocked expressions. They had no idea what Missouri was capable of, but he was sure they were about to find out. "Who're you," Dean asked gruffly, turning his body to the side so he could glare at the woman and Jake at the same time.

"I think Jacob just told you who I was," the woman stated indignantly.

The expression on Dean's face was hysterical and Jacob had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, he had never seen his brother look so thrown. Dean shot Jake a look before staring back at the woman, "You're Missouri," he glanced at Sam. "You wouldn't happen to know a John Winchester, would you?"

"Why, yes I would, honey," Missouri said, sliding past him to stand in front of Jacob. "Are you alright, dear?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Jake said a grin spreading across his face. Missouri looked away from him and glanced up at Sam thoughtfully. Before Sam could move she reached out and touched his hand, her face instantly becoming somber.

"Ah, you poor thing," The woman murmured. "I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

Sam faltered and stared at Missouri in pure shock, "W-what did you say?" Jacob could actually feel his brother tremble against him and he craned his head around to meet his eyes.

"Missouri knows things, Sam," The young man explained. "She can just … sense stuff."

Sam eyed the woman distrustfully and Missouri spun around to glare at Dean, "Think what you like, boy. But I am not some fake witch, scamming people with psychic mumbo jumbo."

"I didn't say anything," Dean objected.

"But that's what you were thinking," Missouri countered, leering slightly at Dean. The man took a step back, actually looking flustered.

"Now, wait a minute-" Dean started, but Missouri had already turned back to Sam and was staring up at him.

"You're trying to find your father, aren't you honey?" Sam nodded mutely, not trusting himself to speak. "And you're kidnapping your brother so he doesn't get hurt?" Again, Sam nodded a little reluctantly.

Jacob grinned; Missouri won't let them drag me out of here. All I gotta do is sit here and look pathetic and then I'll be home free. The woman glanced down at Jacob before looking back at Dean, "Well, you don't have to worry, Dean. I'll take care of things here, you kids have fun."

"What!" Jake shouted struggling against the tie holding his hands. "Missouri, you're going to let them kidnap me?!"

"Oh, it's not really kidnapping when it's family, sweetie." Missouri said cheerfully, patting the young man's spiky hair. "Now you three better get a move on. It's late and if you want to make it to Colorado you should hurry."

Dean and Sam shared a look before moving out into the hall, "Um, thanks?" Dean said to Missouri, still looking suspicious.

The woman waved him off, "Don't worry about it. I'll watch over your things, Jacob. And Dean, Sam be nice to your brother." With that parting word, Jacob's apartment door closed and the three brothers were left staring at each other in confusion.

"Well, that was … weird," Sam mumbled, glancing over his shoulder at the closed door.

"Yeah," Dean said, rubbing his head.

"I can not believe she just did that," Jacob muttered angrily under his breath.

"Yeah, she just made it easier for us," Dean grinned, taking hold of one of Jacob's bound arms. "C'mon, Sam," he shouted over his shoulder as he led his younger brother down the stairs.

Sam, still standing in the hallway, jerked his head up at his brother's shout. "Coming … I'm coming," he yelled back, moving away from the door. The man rolled his shoulders uneasily, shaking away the ominous feeling that had just come over him.

"I'm sure it's nothing," he whispered following his brother's down the stairwell. He pushed the feeling to the back of his mind not planning on thinking about it again.

ML: Uh … Heh, sorry for the wait. I'm really, really sorry for the wait I mean. Got caught of with school and was kinda busy. But I'll try my best to get ch. 3 up soon. Sorry again and if you want to rant at me about my lateness feel free to, -hides face in shame-