Chapter 4

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While John was meeting with Frank, Sam and Dean were researching the area, trying to find out what might have killed that young couple or rather, Sam was researching anyway.

"What do you think, Dean, is it Medusa?"

Dean looked up from the history book he was reading. "I'm not sure, could be."

"Medusa doesn't exist," Sam pointed out dryly.

"Sam, what are you talking about?" Dean looked at his brother, his brow crinkled in confusion.

"What's up with you, Dean? I mean, I know that research isn't your favourite thing, but you've been re... staring at that same page for the last half hour." Sam had to stop himself from saying reading. Dean was dyslexic and had to concentrate when he was reading. As a result, he was not very fast. Even if Sam had meant it as a joke, he knew that Dean would not see it that way.

"Have not," Dean explained.

Sam reached over and grabbed the book.

"HEY!" protested Dean.

"Tell me what it said," Sam demanded.

"Okay, I have no idea, are you happy?" Dean muttered grumpily.

"What's up with you? Is it about our grandfather?" asked Sam.

When Dean didn't answer, Sam knew he was right on the money. Dean grabbed the book back from Sam and went back to staring at it.

"I wouldn't give him the time of day, Dean. He thought we weren't good enough for him. Why should he be good enough for us?" Sam's voice took on a petulant whine.

"I didn't say I wanted to see him," Dean pointed out, his arms folded defensively in front of him.

"You also didn't say you didn't want to either," Sam said, eyebrows arched expressively.

"Dad makes a good point, Sammy. He did things he wasn't proud of. We both forgave him" Dean reasoned.

"Dean, the man disowned us," Sam responded heatedly.

"Think about it, Sammy. Dad said that mo… mom was his pride and joy. What if he saw dad as taking her away, kind of like Dad saw college taking you away? He couldn't protect you there, so it came out as anger. What if our grandfather had the same reaction? His little girl was leaving."

"That doesn't explain why he wanted nothing to do with us. We're his grandsons." Sam wasn't going to accept his grandfather easily.

"Maybe he didn't know how to fix things. You and Dad said so much stuff to each other you didn't mean. Neither one of you knew how to take it back," Dean offered to counter Sam's argument.

"But Dean, one of the things that got under your skin the most was people looking down on us for not having money. That's what this guy did."

"I know, but he's family." Dean's eyes betrayed his longing at the thought of having a family united.

Sam decided not to comment because he knew that only in Dean's mind would that make sense. When it came down to it, that was the heart of the matter, Dean's number one priority. Family was everything to his brother and Sam knew that no matter what it did to him, or asked of him, Dean would take it. There was nothing he wouldn't do, or couldn't forgive when it came to family. The worse thing about it was that the family that Dean was so devoted to gave him nothing in return. Even worse, the ones who shared the most guilt for this were himself and his father. It had taken Dean almost dying to make them realize this. Sam and John's stroll down memory lane, when Dean was in a coma, made them realize just how much they had taken him for granted. For once in their lives, they were making every effort to put Dean first.

Dean had made a lot of progress emotionally these last few months, but Sam knew that he still had along way to go. Sam knew what Dean wanted, but he was worried that if the meeting didn't go well, or worse, Dean found out what had happened after he was born, he was going to have a major set back. However, Sam had promised to put his brother's needs ahead of his own. He reached over and once again grabbed Dean's book.

"Sam, there's another copy on the shelf if you want it that bad," Dean pointed out dryly.

"Go," Sam said.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"It's obvious that you've made up your mind. You want to see him, so go, I'll finish up here. We both know you're going to get nothing done," Sam offered his brother a small smile.

Dean stood up and then started to walk away. He got a few feet before turned and looked at his brother.

"Um, Sam, thanks," Dean murmured softly.

"Don't mention it," Sam replied. "Now get out of here."

"Call me or dad when you're done." Dean paused for a moment longer, watching his brother, before he turned away again.

Dean left the library and walked the short distance to the main street where the diner was. All the way there Dean was having an internal battle with himself. Was he doing the right thing, would this man like him, what if he wasn't good enough? But Dad was there, and there was the whole argument that he gave Sam. He is family. Shortly after, he found himself at the diner. Part of him wanted to run and part wanted to stay. Before he could change his mind, he walked into the diner and saw his father and grandfather. They seemed to be sharing a laugh about something and Dean allowed himself to relax slightly.

"Hey, son," said his father as he shifted over to let Dean sit next to him.

"Hey, Dad," Dean greeted him as he sat down. He signalled the waitress and ordered coffee.

"Hi. You must be Dean," the older man addressed the young hunter.

"Yeah, um hi, ahh I'm not sure what to call you," Dean murmured, a red flush lightly staining his cheeks.

Frank was surprised. He hadn't thought either of his grandsons would ever agree to see him, then he remembered John's warning. He'd blown it with Mary and he was getting a second chance, he wasn't going to mess it up.

"Frank is fine, or whatever you're comfortable with."

"Sounds good," replied Dean.

"Your dad's told me a lot about you," Frank offered.

"All good I hope," Dean said, cracking a small smile.

John watched his son. To anyone else, Dean's comment would have sounded like a joke. However, he knew that Dean's words were serious and that right now, Dean was on edge, he wanted to make a good impression. One wrong word was going to cause Dean to bolt and like Sam, John was worried. Had he made another mistake? If this did not go well, John did not know how much more his son could take. He was really starting to curse himself for this idea. He was such an idiot.

"Yeah, all good. No worries. He was showing me some of his keep sakes." Frank was smiling as well.

"What were you guys laughing at when I came in?" Dean asked.

Frank looked to John, he wanted to do this right. John understood what Frank was doing, he wanted to know if it was okay to tell Dean what they were discussing. John gave a small shake of his head. Despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, Dean was insecure about his intelligence. He didn't want Frank mentioning to Dean that they had just been discussing that very subject.

"Your dad was telling me about the time he took you guys to Cedar point and that clown scared your brother, and how you turned and kicked it for having the nerve to scare your brother. Good for you. I hate clowns," Frank said.

"They are truly evil things," agreed Dean.

John breathed sigh of relief that Frank had understood what he was trying to say. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. For a short while afterwards, they made small talk about sports, the weather and movies. When Frank mentioned he had really enjoyed Daredevil, who was his favourite comic book hero, it sparked a lively debate in which Dean had to defend Batman's honor. John stuck up for the Lone Ranger and since Sam wasn't there to defend his superhero, they thoroughly trashed Spiderman.

John could not believe how relaxed Dean had become in this last half hour. He seemed to be truly enjoying himself and John was surprised at how much he was enjoying himself as well. He heard his phone ring and he stepped past Dean who slid out of the booth to all him out.

"Excuse me," said John as he took a call from Sam.

"I'm done here."

"We'll be there shortly, okay," John said.

"Dad, how's it going? Is Dean okay?"

"Dean's fine and it's going surpisingly well."

"Good, I was worried."

"Me too, Sam, but so far so good. You find anything?"

"Couple of things. I'll wait for you guys so I don't have to go through it twice."

"Great, see you soon," John said ending the call, then he walked back to the booth.

"Dean, we have to go," John said as he reached his son and father-in-law.

"Okay, dad," Dean acknowledged without argument.

"John, how long are you going to be in town?" Frank asked. He hoped it would be for awhile, he wanted to get to know Dean better and maybe give Sam a chance to come around.

"I'm not sure," said John. It depended on the hunt, not that he was going to tell that to Frank.

"I'd like to meet again, if that's okay with you, Dean. Your father tells me you're into cars. I have a whole garage full of classics, if you'd like to see them."

"Is that your '69 mustang in the parking lot?" Dean asked.

'Yup."

"She's a beauty. Can I dad?" Dean turned eager eyes to his father.

"If you want, Dean," John said, although he was not really sure how he felt about the idea of going to Frank's place. He wanted to keep Dean as far away from Margaret Jackson as he could. However, John could tell that Dean really liked the idea.

Dean was shocked. For some reason he could not explain, he felt a connection to his grandfather. The last time he had felt like this was when he met Bobby. He wanted to go see his grandfather's cars, but he also wanted to hunt with his father and brother.

"Can I call you, Frank, set up a time?"

"I'd like that, Dean." He gave his grandson his phone number.

"Dean, here's the key's, can you go start the car," John said, handing the keys to the Impala over to his son.

"'Kay," Dean said and then he left.

"John, thank you for this," Frank said, turning to his son-in-law.

"You should be thanking Dean for being the type of person he is," John said, a hint of remembered anger touching his voice at the memory of Frank's rejection.

"He is a fine boy, John," Frank said. "I wish to God I had that moment to do over again."

"It's in the past. Let's make sure it stays there, okay?" John's tone was light, but Frank could read the warning that was there.

"No problem, and John I know what you're worried about. Margaret is out of town for the next couple of weeks, she won't be there."

"Thanks, Frank. Listen, I have to get going," John said.

"It was good to see you," Frank offered.

"You too." John was surprised at himself because he actually meant it.

Frank watched as they drove off. Like Dean, Frank had felt that connection to his grandson. He turned on his car and drove away feeling happier than he had in a long time.

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