Authors note; Thanks for the reviews guys I've tried in vain to reply to you but can't seem to work out how to do it…..Honestly technology baffles me at times I'm amazed that I can even upload this bloody story!! LOL. Ah well never mind. Anyways…………..I'm going to try an upload chapters as soon as possible and not really decided how long this story is going to go, especially with it being completely AU. It is going to focus a lot on the early years of the boys formative years and seeing as I'm a BIG fan of papa Winchester I'm not going to make him out to be the big bad. I should also point out that I'm from the United Kingdom so my American geography is pretty pants so please forgive anything that's not remotely near anywhere where it should. Just taking poetic licence here guys… So that's it from me enough babble and on with the show…….so to speak.
Disclaimer: Still no claims on my part but I look forward to either Jensen or JDM in my Christmas stocking……..oh the thoughts that that brings up……drools…….
Out Of The Frying Pan .
The hospital waiting room was quite quiet for a Friday night and John thanked whatever God was watching over him and the small boys. He'd stopped believing in any higher powers the night his world had been ripped from him, not that he'd had much faith after the horrors he'd seen in Vietnam. The receptionist yawned widely at him as he approached the desk and was met with a Winchester glare for her trouble. " Sorry sir its been along day " she apologised " how can I help you ? " John opened his mouth and closed it again. What the hell was he supposed to say?
Oh I just happened to see a house on fire and couldn't save the parents but I saved the kids?! Yeah and get done for kidnapping. " Erm………" he scratched his head and looked tiredly at her, he was met with a sympathetic gaze. " Is it your children sir ? Do they need medical attention ? "
" Yea " he replied automatically " We………..I …….." he stuttered, the receptionist looked to the small bundles wrapped in a large travel blanket. " Why don't I get a nurse to have a look at the 3 of you ? " he nodded dumbly. What the hell was I thinking he thought. I don't even have a convincing lie, what can I say ? I should just go and hope the kids are going to be ok. But before John could move the receptionist had returned with a middle aged nurse, she walked towards John her brown eyes shining with kindness and a look of 'another frantic parent' etched on her features. " Can I help you sir ? " John felt an embarrassed smile come to his face
" Yea my boys….I think they need their lungs checking they been making strange wheezing noises. Is that normal? , my wife usually dealt with this kind of thing but she was killed in a house fire a couple of months ago…..and ….well……I been worried about um they don't seem right " he finished hurriedly hoping that the lie sounded convincing, the nurse looked at the bedraggled man before her and her heart broke. So that's why he seemed so vague, confused even, he was still grieving.
" Sure honey bring them this way, you can fill out the forms for them while we check them over ",
" thanks , I appreciate it. We're relocating at the moment and things have been……..well…."
"Its ok hon I understand", she placed a comforting hand on his arm and took the small boys from Johns strong arms. " What are they called? "
" Dean and Sammy " he replied with a grin " Deans the oldest and Sammy's the baby ". She smiled at John as she examined the boys carefully trying her best not to wake them, she handed John the forms to fill in whilst she did her check. " You're pretty lucky you got us on a quiet night, someone was watching out for you that's for sure "
" Yea, seems that way " John agreed, he watched the woman's ministrations carefully breathing a sigh of relief when she informed him that she detected no signs of damage to either boys lungs. " I can get the doctor to check them over if you want to "
" No that's fine I'm sure it was just my imagination " he smiled easily and the nurse smiled back happy that she'd managed to put the young fathers mind at rest. " You take care now, and good luck" .
John left the hospital with the boys in his arms and loaded them into the back of the impala. In the morning he would have some serious shopping to do, he grimaced at the thought. He'd need to talk the older boy into calling him dad now, the baby would be easy but would James accept him as his father? What if he didn't? What if when he woke he screamed bloody murder? Again John thought of turning around and taking the boys back to Minnesota , but there was something about the sleeping children that had touched the hunters heart and he felt like his fractured soul was being placed tenderly back together. He decided to pull into the nearest motel, it had been a long day and it was the early hours of the morning when he pulled into the 'Happy Gathering' motel.
After booking a room with a crib he settled the baby down and placed his new son on the bed farthest from the door. He laid salt lines along the entrance and windows then wearily climbed into bed and fell into a peaceful sleep.
He was awoken by a smile hand shaking him awake " mister…? Mister wake up. Sammy's hungry and I gotta go potty " John opened his eyes and sleepily looked at the small child who's expressive jade green eyes where watching him. He smiled at him " sure Dean, come on lets get you to the bathroom "
"My names not Dean, its James " he said confused but reached for Johns outstretched hand all the same. John helped the toddler in the bathroom and helped him to wash his hands. " Where are we?" the small boy asked. " Well, we're at a motel because we all needed some sleep " John explained he smiled at the little boy who was staring at him " are you going to look after us now? " James asked
" Yea kid I am " John knelt before the small child " is that ok with you? I mean I could always take you back home to Minnesota . Is there someone there who could look after you? ". The little boy looked at him and scrunched up his face in thought. " No…there is no one else to look after us, well I don't think there is "
" Ok sport, here's what's going to happen, from now on we're going to play a game of sorts. You and your brother are going to have different names.."
" Can I be batman " the 4 year old asked excitedly
" Err, no kid sorry " John smiled at the disappointed look the child shot him
" Spiderman then, but batman would be cooler. He's got a cool car…like yours" his eyes widened in childhood innocence " are you batman mister ? "
" What ? " John asked surprised at the strange question
" Are you batman ?, you saved us from the fire monster so you must be a hero "
" No kid I'm not batman and I'm no hero…I….I was just there is all. Anyway from now on I want you to call yourself Dean ok? And your brothers going to be Sammy do you understand? "
The little boy nodded his head slowly " ok mister, I'm Dean "
" And another thing, call me dad from now on ok? Not mister or else people will take you and your brother away from me ". The little boy looked startled and nodded his head frightened. John picked up the small boy and pulled him close " Hey kid its ok, I won't let anyone hurt you your safe now "
" Dean " the small voice said
" what's that " John said
" Its not kid, Its Dean now member? " Dean snuggled closer into Johns chest and sighed contentedly. John smiled " sure it is son, you're right I'm sorry " he placed his hand on the back of his sons head and breathed in the smell of youth and innocence it was a smell he'd missed and hadn't smelt since he'd held his own flesh and blood, he kissed the small boy on the forehead " lets get your brother some food huh and I bet you're hungry too ? ".
The little boy nodded, " yea I'm so hungry I could eat the biggest burger in the whole entire world"
John laughed " Ok well lets see what we can do about that hey ? "
An hour later saw the small 'family' sat in the booth of a small diner, Dean was tucking into a burger and fries while John fed the baby who was nestled safely in his arms. " Can I get you another coffee honey? " the waitress sauntered over eyeing John appreciatively
" Yea thanks " he grinned, she poured the coffee into his cup giving John a view of her ample chest as she leant over. " Daddy ? " Dean frowned at the waitress
" What is it son ? "
" Can I have another drink of milk please daddy ? , I'm real thirsty "
The waitress smiled at John, as he nodded his head she wandered off glancing back at John, " I don't like her daddy she's weird, and she smells funny "
" What do you mean Dean ? " the little boy shifted in his seat and scrunched his face ending in a shrug and placing another fry in his mouth. " Its ok son as soon as we've finished here we're going to visit my friend Pastor Jim. You'll like it there he has a farm "
" Really? A farm? With aminals an stuff? " his eyes widened in excitement " Sammy likes aminals".
" Yea with animals " he laughed " you'll like it there, an I just know that you an your brother will love Pastor Jim an we can get to know each other ". The little boy nodded and reached for the milk the waitress had deposited on the table " Thanks ma'am " the waitress smiled
" well isn't he just the cutest ? "
" he looks like his mom " John said smiling at the little boy reaching over and stroking his hair tenderly. Dean smiled at him and for a moment Johns breath was caught in his throat as the little's boys smile reminded him so much of his dead wife's. How the heck is that possible he thought. He looks more like Mary than my own son did. " Well she must be real pretty " the waitress said, Dean looked at the waitress " My mommy's with the angels now isn't she daddy ? "
John swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to hold the tears at bay that where threatening to fall, he just nodded and looked away from the sympathetic eyes of the waitress " can we have the bill please miss " he said still avoiding looking at the waitress.
" Sure thing, I'll be back in a moment……..I'm sorry for your loss " she added.
In the car on the way to Jims John looked into the rear view mirror to see both 'his' boys sleeping, he smiled despite the aching in his heart at the mention earlier of his precious wife, after 2 years it still hurt and John wasn't sure if the pain from losing his beloved family would ever go away. But he had a feeling that these two children whom he'd stolen…no he reminded himself not stolen adopted, saved even would help him to heal. He'd called the Pastor from the motel room before setting off on the journey to his farm and briefly explained the situation. To say the Pastor had been shocked was an understatement. He'd often questioned whether John Winchester was always in the right frame of mind or not and from their first meeting one and a half years ago he was seriously thinking that Missouri Moseley had some explaining to do. The man had shown up on his doorstep at an ungodly hour looking like he'd faced all the hounds of hell and lost. After answers to questions and guidance on how to rid the world of evil. John had stayed with the Pastor for nearly 2 months learning from him and they'd struck up an unlikely friendship one that had taken both men by surprise. So when John had said he was coming to visit and he was bringing his new boys with him, shocked wasn't a strong enough word for how the Pastor felt. John had promised to explain in great detail just how he's come into possession of the two small boys. So it was early evening when John pulled into the yard of Pastor Jims farm, a smile tugging at his lips as the Pastor greeted him in the yard with a warm smile and a wave. John rolled down the window of the impala and called " Lucy I'm home !!".
Authors note; Ok guys not altogether sure of this chapter, so feedback would be appreciated. Let me know what ya think. Is there anything you'd like me to include?
This chapter to me is a little slow, but I'm thinking of skipping a few years so we can get the boys into the ass kicking of some demons. But let me know………Press da button….it calls to you….leave feedback…leave feedback……………….