Jessica wasn't sure why Sam was so upset as they carried the twins upstairs to their room. "Are you mad that I volunteered to be Mary's Watcher?"
Sam sighed; he hadn't expected Jess to understand where he was coming from. "It's not that, but I still wouldn't have let you do it. Not that you wouldn't make a good Watcher Jess, but Mary's my niece and there's no way I would let anyone else do that job but me." He threw her a smile to make sure she knew he wasn't mad at her. "It's just that the PTB's keep sticking their noses into my family's business and screwing with us. My mother died because that demon wants me for some reason. While it's probably because I'm a Seer, that doesn't mean it doesn't have other reasons too. When they chose Mary to be a Potential, they also made Johnny a magic user. Either of those reasons could be the reason that their mother was killed.
"Now, granted, for them that's not such a bad thing, but these are Dean's kids Jess. They deserve to have the choice if they want to go into the family business or not." He gently laid Mary down in her crib next to where Jess had laid Johnny. It had only been a couple of months since they had been rescued and no one wanted to try and separate them yet.
"Dad made a choice when I was a baby to make sure that whatever had killed Mom wouldn't be able to kill anyone else. He didn't just stop on that one idea because that's the sort of man he is. He's determined to kill every evil son of a bitch between that him and that demon, not just because they help to train him for the big fight, but because they are a threat to me." He smirked, "I know, ego much? But I think it's got to do both with the fact that I was marked by the demon for some reason and because I was the baby. You know, the baby of the family is never allowed to grow up thing"
"Was that what that fight was about when you said you were going on the Hunt last weekend?" Jess asked. She had been surprised to hear John and Sam yelling at each other over Sam's participation in a Hunt. It made sense to her that he wanted to go, there hadn't been anything else going on that weekend.
"Honey, my dad and I will butt heads at the drop of a hat. It took us not talking to each other for nearly a year before we sat down and talked about it. Basically it boils down to the fact that we're too much alike and he wants to make sure that I'm safe, no matter what. He didn't think it was a good idea for me to go on that particular Hunt because the thing was attacking psychics. We've worked it out as much as we can for now but you're going to have to learn to deal with us blowing up at each other because it isn't going to stop, we're both too stubborn.
"Dean was the one who chose this life for the right reasons, I think. It wasn't that the demon killed Mom, or that Dad pushed him into it. He watched as Dad helped so many people and said that is what I want to do. His definition of the family business is killing things and helping people and that comes second for him, right after keeping his family safe and together. I just wish for Dean's sake, that his kids had the same choice he did. I mean, I've yelled and thrown temper tantrums over the years about how Dad was pushing us into this life, but the fact is Dean could have left if he wanted too.
"He stayed for Dad and for me and now, these two won't have that choice." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. They stood watching the twins sleep, her back to his front and his head perched on top of hers. "They just shouldn't have had their choices taken away Jess. If they want this life it would be one thing, but only if they want it."
"What about us? I mean, are you going to make sure that our kids have a choice?" Jess asked. Yes, their relationship had begun as a whirlwind romance but nothing she had seen, from the demon riots in LA to the patrols and Hunts that she had been involved in during the last two months had changed her mind. She loved Sam and wanted to marry him. They hadn't really talked about it, but she was sure.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked, amazed that she would even consider marrying him.
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Halloween at the Slayer house was THE place to be as far as the students of Stanford College were concerned. Not only was it a party, (one that Jess had organized as none of the men wanted anything to do with it) but it was also a chance to actually get into the Slayer house and it was a very exclusive party to boot. The invitations had been the most talked about items for the last two weeks.
The rules were rather strict, although they made perfect sense if you thought about it. Any one who wished could dress up in a costume, but no one was allowed to come dressed as a supernatural creature. No vampires, ghouls, zombies, vengeful spirits or anything else of that nature would be allowed into the Slayer house. As Jess had explained to one of the sorority girls who was looking for an invite, "If you want to make the mistake of walking up to men who never go unarmed looking like one of the things they Hunt on a regular basis, be my guest. Just don't come running to me when you get shot in the chest with a load of rock salt."
So it was no surprise that those who showed up for the party and 'training movie' marathon were dressed as everything from doctors and nurses to rock stars; everything but the supernatural. One girl who had been dragged there by her boyfriend came dressed as a nun, both to enforce the idea to her boyfriend that nothing was happening no matter what he thought, and so that she could bring her cross and hold it without being called on it or insulting anyone. She knew that the Pope had endorsed the Slayers publicly but she wasn't a Catholic and wasn't sure no matter how many times she was told. She figured the best thing she could do was to go and check things out for herself.
Curiosity, combined with everything from heroine worship to nervousness to wary acceptance was the normal reaction to the presence of a Slayer and it showed in the faces of those people who showed up for the party. Normally Dean would have been very interested in checking out all of the college girls who were attending the party but Willow's news had knocked him for a loop and the only thing he wanted to do was spend some quiet time watching his kids. He really didn't have the focus he needed to work his charm or to answer their questions. It wasn't long before he escaped up to the twins' room.
It wasn't the thought that Mary was a Potential Slayer or that Johnny was a magic user that ticked him off. It was the knowledge that he already had a Slayer to watch over and he wouldn't be able to be Mary's Watcher or Johnny's teacher. He was already committed to Hannah. That Sam had volunteered to be Mary's Watcher was the only thing that made this even the smallest bit alright with him. It wasn't that he regretted being Hannah's Watcher; it was just that he wanted to be able to be there for his little girl.
He ghosted his hand over Mary's head as she slept. Sam hadn't wanted to be a part of the family business for years, and while he had spent the summer Hunting, Dean had expected him to go back to school and forget about Hunting. Instead, he had moved back in with them, babysat with his girlfriend, made sure that they had real meals like they really hadn't had since Mom had died and did tons of research for them in between his school assignments.
Somehow thanks to that bitch he had slept with he had his family back better than ever. His brother was back with them and had made sure that when the time came Mary wouldn't have to have a stranger watch her back. That wasn't true for Johnny, but whoever Willow picked as his teacher had time to become part of the family before he really needed her. Jordan and Hannah had already become the little sisters he had never had. Jessica was quickly becoming the girl that Dean would have picked out for his little brother if he had been given the chance.
All in all he had to admit that things were going pretty good for them lately. Mary would even get her casts off tomorrow. He turned to look at his son. "Don't you worry about anything, little man. That teacher of yours will have to pass our tests before he gets anywhere near you." Maybe he should start looking into alternate teachers for Johnny. Just because Willow was the most powerful white witch in the world didn't mean that she knew what was right for a Winchester. They needed special handling.