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I took a breath and I followed my parents into eh living room. Sam had been sent to his room, not with out protest. So now my parents waited for me to say something, to late to back out now. I looked to Cas for help, hoping he could tell me how to start. But he looked as lost as I did.

John sat in his chair in the corner and Micheal pulled one out from under the kitchen table, me and Cas sat on either side of Mary on the couch.

I cleared my throat and looked to Micheal. "I'm mad at you, I'm mad you ran away," I started. "I'm not ready to forgive you but I'm trying."

"I'm sorry I ran out on you guys, I screwed up and I'm sorry. I'll do anything to make it easier," Micheal said honestly.

"Ma-Mom and.. Dad. That what I'm going to call you guys, because that's what you are," I stated. I smirked at Marys huge grin, she'd had hope since the day I met her and I guess this was always meant to happen. John kept a calm face, a happy one though. I could tell they were both ecstatic.

"I said I needed to make you guys understand, I have no idea where to start so I guess just ask a question," I suggested.

"Your arm, what happened to it," Micheal asked noticing the fading scars on my wrist. The mention of them made them sting, but I guess that's what memories are supposed to do.

"After I found out you were back I ran away and got drunk, Kinda freaked out and somehow screwed up my arm," I said bluntly, no need to sugar coat it. Pain was obvious on his face, he looked like he wanted to crawl in a hole and die, so did I.

"Do you want me around," Micheal asked hesitantly.

I bit my lip before answering," Truthfully, no. I don't. But I want to learn to. I want to trust you again, but its hard," I said slowly.

He nodded sadly before turning his gaze to the floor. I didn't know what I wanted.

"As for the whole calling you dad thing, we'll just have to wait and see. Before I call you that again I have to be sure," I stated firmly. "As for Sam, you have whole new chance for him, He's 11. Screw this up and you failed."

"I understand Dean," He stated.

"Mom, Dad. I wanna say I'm sorry, for everything that's happened. I'm sorry for getting drunk and sneaking out. I'm sorry for letting you guys down, but I'm going to fix it and be better I promise," I said quietly. Now was not the time to look weak so no crying.

Mary smiled, wrapping her arms around me, a real hug. I didn't mind anymore. Now I knew why Sam liked these.

"No more secrets," I asked. Looking at the adults in the room. They all nodded and I felt relief.

"Dean.. I'm sorry about all those crappy homes you were in, and I know that's my fault. I'm sorry you had to grow up so fast, but now its time to be a kid alright, a real kid," Micheal said firmly. I understood where he was coming from, but I can't just stop being the way I am. I was a kid, a very screwed up one. But a kid all the same.

"All right, enough of this chick flick crap," I sighed running a hand down my face. I smirked at the amused looks on everyone face, This whole thing was getting to mushy.

"Can I come down now," Sam yelled from on top of the stairs.

"Brat! You heard everything," I yelled at him. I wasn't mad though, it was better than having to fill him on on everything later.

He grinned before jumping down the stairs and into the living room, plopping himself between me and Mary. "Our family just got bigger and more weird," he stated. I had to agree with him there.


A week later.

Coming out of the court room made everything real. I was Dean Winchester, brother of Sam and Castiel Winchester. I just couldn't believe it. I was afraid I'd just wake up back in some group home and the last few months have been a dream.

"What do you think guys," John asked, as we headed out to the Impala. I watched as Micheal detoured and headed for his car. I'm glad he let us go, I still wasn't ready to forgive him yet but he's making a great effort.

"Thinking things are great," I answered.

We all climbed in, Mary in the back seat with Sam and me. Cas had gotten his license and was begging John to drive everywhere.

I though about everything that's happened, with Micheal and Danny, the drinking and running away. I was going to stop, I had to be better. I know I'm better. I'm going to screw up but not that bad again.

"Can I take this off now," Sam begged pulling at the tie around his neck, Mary had made us dress up big time for this.

"Fine," She sighed. "How did I end up in a house full of boys,"She teased.

"Hey, were gentlemen," John mocked.

I smirked at there banter. This was how family is supposed to be. I though of that as I watched Micheal follow us in his car, we where heading back home and he was going to eat dinner with us. I knew this was all hard on him, I made him feel guilty everything I mentioned something about my past, which in my opinion wasn't all bad.

Still, things were going great. The Winchester's were headed home, and I was happy to finally be apart of something besides the system.


So I hope that ending didn't suck to much. It may have seemed rushed but that's how I planned it out in my head before I even started writing. Please follow me if you want to know when the next story is posted.