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Sam is 12

Dean is 16

Chapter 2

Dean awoke the next morning to a face full of little girl. He blinked at her, and she blinked back. She looked to be somewhere in the preschool age group. Her dirty blond hair was frizzy and had obviously not been brushed yet this morning. Looking closer, Dean realized that she was in pajamas. She had her thumb in her mouth and seemed very content to keep staring at Dean.

"Can I help you?" Dean grumbled sleepily. He wasn't in the mood to deal with small children. It was too early in the morning. The little girl gasped, as if surprised by the knowledge Dean could speak. She took a few steps backwards out of the room, and ran up the stairs of the basement, where the Winchesters were currently residing. Dean heard her talking to someone upstairs, presumably David.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daaadddy. They're awake now! I saw! I saw them wake up." Dean groaned now they would probably have to get up and meet the rest of David's family. Dean wasn't sure he was ready for that yet. Dean glanced towards the other bed in the room and saw that Sam was still sleeping. Dean threw a pillow at his bed. If he had to be awoken rudely than he would make sure that Sammy got the same treatment.

"What's going on?" Sam said as he groggily tried to throw the pillow back at Dean. Dean smirked when the pillow landed on the floor nowhere near him.

"Looks like it's time for us to make nice with the Tanners." Dean replied while he looked around for some clothes.

"It's Tranne Dean, you know that." Sam yawned.

"Whatever." Dean grumbled as he pulled on yesterday's jeans. "Get dressed Samantha; I know how long it takes you to get ready." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother but got up and started getting dressed. Unlike Dean he fetched some new clothes out of his duffel. He actually wanted to make a nice impression. Dean hastily finished getting dressed, and pulled out a rather large knife from his backpack. Sam rolled his eyes as he watched Dean slide the knife into a hidden sheath in the back of his jeans.

"C'mon Dean, it's not like there's going to be anything supernatural lurking under their kitchen table." Dean turned sharply towards Sam.

"Never let your guard down!" Dean hissed with sudden ferocity; Sam actually flinched a little at his brother's tone. Sam rarely saw Dean's anger directed towards him.

"Sam, you never know when there could be something lurking. Don't ever go anywhere without some sort of protection." Dean stressed each of his words. He needed to make sure that Sammy understood that the world wasn't safe. As much as it pained Dean that Sam had to be aware of this knowledge, Sam needed to be aware. He needed to know that there might come a time when Dean or John was not around to help protect him. And Dean needed to know that Sam could protect himself.

"Why do you think we spend so much time training? It's sure as hell not for fun, damn it, it's not even all about revenge anymore Sammy. It's about making sure that we're safe!" Dean had gotten himself worked into a panic. Seeing this, Sam held his arms up in a placating gesture hoping to calm his older brother.

"Dean! Stop. I get it. Okay, I'm sorry. Look, I'm even bringing my pocket knife with me." Sam said slipping the knife into his pocket. Dean sighed, he rubbed a hand through his short hair, it wasn't much but at least it was a start.

Sam started up the steps towards the kitchen and Dean slowly trudged behind him. When they reached the kitchen Dean noticed the little girl who had awoken him sitting at the table eating what looked like it had once been eggs. There was food everywhere; on the table, in her lap, and even in her hair. Dean shook his head; Sam had never been that messy even when he was little. Dean thought David's parenting could use some work.

"Hey good morning guys." David said brightly. 'He's too cheerful for the morning.' Dean thought grumpily.

The little girl waved her egg-covered hand at the boys and smiled. Sam grimaced as he noticed some egg falling out of her mouth. A big yellow lab sat next to her, tail wagging and catching much of the stray egg that fell off the little girl.

"Good morning David," Sam replied, his eyes not leaving the little egg covered disaster. David noticed Sam and Dean's gaze. He too looked over at his daughter and let out a resigned sigh.

"I see you met Chloe, sorry about the mess but we've learned it's easier to just let her eat and clean up after we're all done." Dean snorted. David needs to learn a thing or two about discipline, Dean thought. This was disgusting, if David was so worried about getting the kid to eat he just needed to wait for her to get hungry, there was no reason to let all this perfectly good food go to waste.

"Sit next to me! Sit by me!" Chloe called out to Dean. She patted the empty chair next to her. The chair already had small spots of eggs splattered over it. The dog leaned forward and grabbed more of the flying eggs.

"Yeah, no thanks, I like these jeans and I don't think they'd look good covered in egg." Chloe pouted for a moment at Dean's response before brightening again.

"Will you sit next to me for dinner, we are having Pizza, no mess!" Dean was pretty sure that this child would definitely make Pizza messy.

"Maybe, we'll see how the day goes." Dean tried to give a neutral response before sitting down next to Sam who had already claimed a slightly cleaner side of the table.

"Right, so you know Joey, and you met Chloe. She likes to wake up early even on Sundays. We might have to wait a little bit longer on the other kids. I've got four including this little princess." David exclaimed leaning down to kiss Chloe's messy egg-head.

"Four" Dean choked a little on the toast he had just put in his mouth. Four wasn't such a big number but he didn't want to think about three other Chloe's running around. Sam patted his back and gave him a look; he knew what was going through Dean's head.

"Be nice." He muttered to Dean. "You have four kids David?" Sam said leading the conversation back to David.

"Three girls and a boy so don't worry about being totally outnumbered. Kyle will be so relieved to have more men in the house!" David wiped down more of the table and put out five more plates. The dog was shooed out of the way and David headed over to the back staircase.

"Joey! Carmen! Kristy! And Kyle! If you don't come down in the next ten minutes you'll miss breakfast. Come one we've got guests remember!" David hollered up the stairs.

"We're coming, keep your pants on." Sam heard Joey yell back.

"Kristen, dad I've told you!" Came another yell from upstairs.

Sam wondered whom the fifth plate was for. David, Chloe, Dean and himself already had place settings, and it didn't seem likely that David was setting a place for the dog.

"What's with the extra plate?" Dean questioned. He knew David was incompetent but could he not count how many members there were of his own family?

"Oh yeah, sometimes, Joey's fiancée stops by for breakfast. You guys will like her. She is very hip and down to earth. She works for social services so she sometimes has work on the weekends but she comes over when she can." David grew very enthusiastic. His future sister-in-law was a social worker and worked for child services, David thought that she'd probably like to meet Sam and Dean.

Sam sighed internally he could tell that Dean's tolerance for David was quickly running out. Dean was tapping his foot and trying not to clench his fists. He didn't want to be here and he had no desire to meet a 'hip and down to earth' social worker. Dean and Sam were already wary of anyone who had connections to Child Protection Services. They often mistook Sam and Dean's lives for the lives of abused or neglected children. Dean hated having to prove that his father really was a good dad, and he knew he was a better 'mom' to Sam than a lot of actual moms. Of course Dean wished that Sam could have a better childhood. He wished for that all the time. But he knew that wasn't the life for Sam and him, and at least their lives were never boring! Dean didn't need anyone butting into his life and his family.

"Sam and I actually have plans for the day. We wanna check out the school and stuff. So we're not gonna stick around." Dean ground out. Sam wasn't surprised that Dean wanted to get out and get a lay of the land; he supposed this was also a cover for them, to get to training. Sam really wanted to stay and meet the family but he understood Dean's need to leave and his brother's mental health was important to him. Sam supposed that the longer he could keep Dean calm the better his experience with the Trannes would be.

"Don't you guys want to finish breakfast? I could drive you to the school if you want?" David said. He wasn't sure what the boys wanted with the closed school but he supposed they were probably nervous to be starting a new school in the middle of the year.

"Thanks but I think we can figure it out. We had enough to eat." Dean said standing up and pulling Sam with him. "C'mon Sammy, we got stuff to do."

As Dean stood up from the breakfast table he felt something hit against his leg. He reached into his pocket remembering that his dad had slipped something in there the night before. He felt a small leather pouch. Dean left the room and went downstairs back to his and Sam's room from the night before. He opened the pouch from inside his pocket; it contained a very nice lock pick set and a small plastic case inside of which there was a fake I.D. and a fake credit card. The names on the cards matched up making Dean, Allen White, age 21. Dean smiled a little, it was just like John to make sure Dean could still have his own means and life, he grabbed his backpack; it was loaded with a bunch of weapons and training tools and headed back upstairs.

"Sorry, Dean likes to feel settled when we go somewhere new." Sam said to David. "We move a lot."

"Do you know what time you'll be back here? What if you get lost, do you have our phone number?" Dean came back up the stairs and headed out the backdoor with a gruff "Let's go Sammy."

Sam placated the worried David and followed his brother out the door.

"We could have at least stayed to meet the rest of the family, Dean." Sam said as he caught up with his brother.

"We'll meet them later, they aren't going anywhere and we were wasting daylight. Besides if I had to sit through another minute of that awful mutilation of eggs I probably would have stabbed something." Sam chuckled. Like Dean he had not been impressed with the waste of food and while he was used to being dirty, messy children unnerved him.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Sam asked.

"We might as well find the school and then after that we should track down the lot Dad mentioned last night. " Sam sighed, it was going to be a long day but maybe after Dean let off some steam he would be more pleasant to be around.