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"Okay Dean, explain." Sam demanded as he watched his brother sew his hand back on with morbid fascination.
"I don't really know what there is to explain." Dean said, not wanting to make Sam hate him anymore than he already might.
"Dean, you just cut your hand off with little to no pain, it ran around by itself, you can ingest poison with no problem, and apparently, aging is voluntary for you!" Sam shouted ticked at Deans unwillingness to talk to him.
"How'd you know about that last one…?" Dean asked, hoping he didn't give anything ELSE away.
"Well, you remembered a ten year old girl from before she could've been born, and Morticia asked how we got you to age."
"Gosh dang it mom….." Dean whispered to himself.
Sam's eyes just about popped out of his head at this point. "MOM!? But you're OLDER than her!"
"Yeah, well she doesn't like getting older okay?"
"Look, you better start spilling soon or I'm going to leave you here by yourself."
Dean turned hopeful at this statement. "You mean you might not leave?"
Sam sighed, hating Dean's puppy eyes. He might not be able to just whip them out for manipulation like Sam could, but dang it if he didn't look like he was begging.
"I guess that depends on what you got to say." Sam said, hating that he was using Dean's abandonment issues against him, but if he didn't Dean wouldn't say a word.
Dean sighed.
"Okay fine. So it all started long, long, ago in a galaxy far, far, away….."
Sam groaned. "Deeeeeeeeean….."
"Okay, fine. So it started like what, fortyish years ago? I don't remember exactly when but it was awhile back. Anyway, before my mom met Gomez, she married out of 'the clan' as its called. She hooked up with an abusive jerk because let's face it, we usually turn out as masochist. Not like he could do to much to hurt us, but any way, he tried to literally murder us so she left. When I got left with you guys he was STILL trying to get her in trouble with the courts by getting evidence of her poisoning me, Wednesday, and Pugsley, which she was but again, doesn't really have any effect besides flavoring the food, but I mean, come ON man it's been twenty years, give it up already! Anyway-"
"Wait a second, twenty years? And you still weren't older than three?"
"Well I was old enough to walk around and stuff but still young enough I could pull the whole 'he doesn't know better' card. Plus, I did NOT want to get sent to school."
"That is possibly the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
"Look, will you let me finish already?" Sam rolled his eyes and Dean didn't wait for a response.
"ANYWAY, they split us up for a little while and then the fire happened and they couldn't find me. I had to seem normal so I aged till we had to leave and at that point I had to take care of you and figured that we didn't need less than a four year age difference, plus dads a hunter so yeah. And you were around for the rest." Dean summed up.
"But that doesn't explain HOW you do any of it or anything about your hand." Sam said annoyed that this just wasn't logicing.
"Well I don't know what to tell you, that's just how we are."
"Wait a second, with Wednesday and the electric chair, was that-"
"Yes. We also used to play autopsy with each other. It doesn't really hurt so much as it does….. Tickle? I don't know, can't really describe it unless you experience it. OH, you know when you hit your funny bone and your whole arm feels kinda like static? Its like that minus the pain part."
"Well how long does it take to heal?"
"Depends on the injury. Skin could just be a couple seconds. My hand should be good bye tomorrow."
"That's just- nuts"
"I know right? We have a cousin named thing, who is literal JUST a hand. He has to talk to us through sign although now I think about it, I don't know how he hears us…."
They spent the rest of the night talking while Dean's hand healed, and agreed that it was probably best for Sam to stick by Dean if they saw the other Addams again, which Sam was VERY determined to do. They also agreed on no more secrets, and from that point on, Dean was always the one to take the bullet since they knew he'd heal from it. Nothing really changed between them though, and that was just how they both liked it.
