And here's where the story really starts to take off. I know I'm doing a lot with Sam's POV but the main POV will be Dean, for this story at least.


I stepped into the small conference room, we were told this is where they took the children who where taken from there parents while they wait for a Foster family to come through. That little fun fact made me nervous. We were about to meet Micheal Colt. The father of the children we wanted to adopt, we'll a father to two of them anyway. The room had a table with four chairs around it, two for me and John and two for Micheal and Mike.

We had gotten to call a few days ago that they had tracked Micheal down and then set up a meeting. Mike said at first he was hesitant but when he assured the man Sam and Dean were not going to be there he agreed. We both took a seat, nervously wringing are hands waiting for that door to open. Well I was nervous, I had no idea what was going through Johns head, half the time his face was more blank then Cas's.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened revealing a very tall man, with dark brown hair and dark eyes. What shocked me the most, was his striking resemblance to John. Even though I could clearly see he had Sam's eyes and hair. Sam's eyes where lighter though, a little serious for a boy as young as Sammy but with what he's been through it made sense. This man's were just as hooded, they had dark circles under them, but other than that he looked normal. He was wearing nice clothes and combed hair, over all he just looked tired. I didn't see any Dean in this man, except maybe the way he holds himself, tense and ready. Made me wonder what Dean's mother looked like.

The man sat down across from us and Mike sat beside him. It was an awkward pause before the man cleared his throat and introduced himself.

"Micheal.. you must be John and Mary", He smiled tightly. I had no idea what to think, this man was there father, the father of the children I've come to think of as my own.

"Yes", I replied. This was going to be so much harder than I thought.

"Well", Mike began, "Lets cut to the chase. Micheal, John and Mary would like you to terminate your parental rights of Sam and Dean so that they can adopt them", Mike said bluntly. Geez Mike no need to break it softly.

I didn't miss the pained look on the mans face at the word terminate.

"How come they haven't been adopted sooner", He asked quietly.

"Well... there were some problems in the beginning, The boys haven't had the best experience in the system. That is until they come into the care of the Winchesters", Mike said proudly. Mike should be proud, he always has made the best placement matches.

"Um.. Mike said you brought pictures of them, can I see", He asked. I had brought pictures, they were in my purse. I'm embarrassed to say I spent all night reading posts online that had to do with situations like this, they all said the worst thing I can do is try to block them out.

I nodded and pulled the pictures out of my purse, the first one was of Dean. He was sitting on the couch with Danny, her head on his shoulder. I wanted to show him they were happy, they were growing. The next was of Sam, he was sitting on top of the Impala's hood. Grinning ear to ear, I liked this picture the most because he was wearing a beanie with his hair tucked inside and you could finally see his eyes.

Many emotions crossed Micheal's face as he held the two pictures. He almost looked as if he wanted to cry but simply wouldn't allow it. "Dean's got a girlfriend, I always knew he'd be a heart breaker", He smiled.

"Yeah, she keeps him in check", John said quietly.

"And Sammy looks so grown up", He laughed. Sammy, that word brought a pang to my chest. I had made the mistake of calling Sam that once, he made it clear ONLY Dean can call him that. That its a stupid special nickname for only brothers. Then this man sat here and called him that.

"He is, made a promise he was gonna grow even taller than his brother, I'm holding the kid to that", John smiled. John could do all the talking for now, This man gave me so many mixed emotions. On one hand I wanted to thank this man for bringing Sam and Dean into the world, since I couldn't thank there mother. But on the other hand He abandoned them, left Dean to raise his brother all by himself. No five year old should have that thrown on there shoulders.

"So.. I get a couple days to think about it", He asked.

"Its encouraged", Mike informed.

"We'll I guess I'll see you two soon then", He said standing up from the table shaking our hands. The meeting was quick but It was all we needed for now, we might have to spend more time with each other later, but for now it was fine.


"So what was it like to live with a new family all the time", Gen asked. I tapped my finger on the bus window, counting mail box we passed.

"Confusing.. scary. Like living in a whole different world every month", I answered. Gen wasn't like other kids when they found out you were in Foster Care. She didn't tip toe around the subject like it was the plague. She liked to ask questions.

"Are you going to move again soon", She asked hesitantly. I didn't think so, John and Mary said they wanted to be our Foster Parents forever.

"We can stay until Cas and Dean turn eighteen, then the system will make us leave", I think that's how it works. I'm not sure, all I know is that when kids turn eighteen the system kicks them out.

"Why?", She asks. "So they can make room for the other kids", She wonders.

"I guess?".

"What if they kick your brother out when he's eighteen but keep you because your younger", Nope, no filter at all.

"If he gets a job and a house or something then he can file for custody", I tell her. I don't mind all the questions, its cool to talk to someone else besides Dean and Cas.

"How'd you get into Foster Care", She pulled her book bag into her lap and pulled out a notebook.

"My Dad didn't want to take care of us anymore", Dean said he left one day and never come back, why would he do that if he loved us. So he must not have wanted us anymore.

I watched her scribble in her notebook, it was almost like mine. "What are you writing?", I asked.

"I make a list of things that interest me, so I'm putting you in here see, Sam Winchester", She said proudly.

"OK except my names Sam, Colt", I corrected.

"Yeah, but John and Mary are like your mom and Dad, so would you have there last name".

"No, they'd have to adopt us", I said sadly. John and Mary were almost as good as real parents, maybe even better. "Here's my stop", I announced as the bus pulled to a stop, I stood up and grabbed my bag, sending a wave to Gen.

I then ran up the walk way and opened the door with the key left under the mat. I didn't need real parents.


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