'Okay, everyone let's go over the plan once more shall we?' He said with false cheer.
Mary and John just glanced at each other and did that silent communication thingy that he and Sam had down. It was quite freaky seeing it put into use from the outside point of view. They nodded at each other and looked at him.
'Dean, listen.' Mary said in her soft voice. It still sent shivers down his spine whenever he heard it, the few years he had with his mom would all come rushing back. Maybe he'd take a line out of Sammy's book and milk it for all that it was worth. Plus he liked teasing his parents.
'Yes, mommy?' He asked innocently.
He saw her roll her eyes even as she tried to hide a smile. They had parked the Impala about a 2 blocks away and were walking along the sidewalks of the neighborhood. If they were going to be monitoring Jimmy's movements for a while then they didn't want their car to be recognised.
'Y'know Dean, it wasn't that funny the first time I heard it, and it definitely wasn't that funny this time either.'
He knocked her shoulder with his. 'You know I'm freaking hilarious. Don't lie, I see you trying not to smile.' This is what he had missed out on. Normal banter with his alive mother. His brother and father at his side.
'No, really. What is it?'
'J-...Winchester and I have been talking.' Dean tried to hide his wince at what his mother resorted to calling his father. Even from here he could see his dad's tense jaw. Man, it really pissed him off. Probably didn't help that that was what Samuel had called him.
He had to hand it to the guy though, he had been trying, really, really, trying to get back into her good graces.
'Yeah?' He said neutrally as he could as Sam walked in front of him with their Dad in deep conversation. Sam glanced back at him and looked at him, his eyes looking his bpdy up and down, obviously checking him out. Dean blushed and quickly checked to see that Mary hadn't noticed anything, but luckily she seemed oblivious to the tension between the two boys.
Which he thought was weird. It had been about two weeks since they had all gotten together and during this time he and Sam hadn't been able to get together, kiss, or even hold hands. He thought that someone would have notied what was going on between them by now, but then again he and Sam had been extremely cautious.
It was starting to drive him crazy. And since they were committed to each other that meant he wasn't getting it from anywhere else either. Using his hand was kinda out of the question since it seemed like there was always someone in the rooms. Sure they had two of them with a connecting door between the two, but two bathrooms didn't mean sqaut when there was seven people crammed together.
Dean frankly needed to get laid. To have Sam slam him into a wall and kiss him relentlessly until he was consumed with lust. Needed to be thrown on a bed by Sam's effortless strength that never failed to turn him on. Yearned to have Sam lay his larger body over his and just TAKE him.
He needed SAM.
'Don't you agree?' He vaguely heard Mary say and was startled out of his thoughts. His face turned red as he realised he had been staring at Sam's ass for the last minute.
'Huh? Uh, sorry. Could you repeat that?'
She just shook her head at him. 'You didn't hear a word I just said did you?' She stated exasperatedly. ' I said, me and Winchester were discussing it and agreed that it would be best to go into this situation with as much information as possible.'
'Whoa, you guys agreed on something.'
'Shut up.'
'Anyway. We know all of us got brought togther by something. You and Sam know what it is that did this. The rest of us don't. You two are the ones that know how everything is going to turn out but won't tell us and I get that. You don't have to tell us everything, but it'd be nice to know what we're going up against. Heck, I know I die and Winchester won't even tell me how or even why he raised you two as hunters.'
'He had his reasons.' He murmured.
'Yeah, well I don't care.' She glared angrily at his back.
'You should talk to him. Give him a chance to explain.'
She shook her head, big blue eyes watering up and she looked angrily away. As if she was ashamed of her tears. Looking up at him Dean realised just how young his mom was at the moment. Even though she looked and acted older than her nineteen years she was still a young girl frustrated at the world.
'I don't understand. I know he never knew about hunting before, how did he find out? Did I tell him? Teach him?'
Her face was full of despair and self loathing and Dean knew it couldn't hurt to ease her anguish a little. 'No. You didn't. He did that all on his own.' He told her truthfully.
'But why?' She stressed. 'He was...is so sweet. So kind and caring. Full of compassion. I never would have imagined in a million years him like this.'
'He's still your John, y'know? Just a little more rough around the edges.' He smiled at her reassuringly.
'Thanks Dean.' She said softly.
They were almost to Jimmy's house and Dean thought that his mom had forgotten about their conversation.
'I was serious though Dean. The rest of us, my parent's, your younger selfs and John, we all know you and Sam are keeping stuff from us. You'll have to tell us eventually.'
They reached the path leading to the front door and started towards the front porch. 'No.' Dean said resolutely. He swore he was gonna stop all of this. Was gonna make sure they would never know. 'I'm not.' And rang the doorbell.
TBC...