Chapter 3
A/N: I am sooooooooo sorry that this took so long! I started college and things got crazy! But in light of season 13 starting nest week (whoohoooo!) I got back into writing this story. I'm starting on chapter 4 as soon as this is uploaded! I'll have that one up in the next couple of days. Anyways on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own SPN, or the characters. I only own Nat and this plot line.
"Sam" Dean said. Sam was staring off into space, no response.
"Sam!" he said louder. Still nothing.
"Sammy!"
"Huh? Yeah I was listening" Sam said, snapping out of it. Dean looked at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Sure you did Sammy, what'd I just say?" Sam racked his brain. He really hadn't been listening. He was trying to figure out how to get Nat to tell him what Dean didn't want him to know.
"Okay, fine. I wasn't listening. What did you figure out?" Sam asked, admitting defeat. Dean smirked having caught Sam.
"What I was saying was that I think we need to do some recon. Whatever is going on is weird, even by our standards. I'm made some calls, put out some feelers. I need you to do some research on angels and wiccans. Anything comes up could be relevant." Dean explained
"Do you think Nat would let me have a look at her aunt's journal?" Sam asked innocently. Dean looked at him skeptically.
"You can ask her. I'm going to check out Nat's work. See if I can find anything around there, since that's where the angel cornered her." Dean said walking to the door. He took a glance around the house and walked out. Sam got off the couch and walked upstairs.
"Nat?" he called
"In here, you can come in!" She yelled from the room at the end of the hall. Sam pushed the door open. The room was obviously her aunts. There were jars of different plants and some animal parts around the room. Some wards were painted on the walls. Nat was sitting on the floor with her back against the footboard of the bed looking at a book. She looked up at Sam.
"Here, come sit" she said patting the floor next to her. Sam sat with her. He saw that it was a photo album, there was a picture of her and Dean in the kitchen.
"Your brother is the best chef I've ever met" she chuckled.
"Yeah, he is isn't he?" Sam replied. Nat smiled. She looked over at Sam.
"Can I tell you a story Sam?"
"Sure"
"When I first met Dean, he was being all heroic. Anyone who saw him fighting that werewolf would have said so. But afterwards when the werewolf was dead, and I saw how clawed up he was. I realized he wasn't being heroic, he was looking for an adrenaline rush. I offered to stitch him up, he had some pretty bad cuts. He said
'No one patches me up except my dad, and my brother. And since you're a chick and obviously not either of them. I'm good. Have a nice day, and try to forget you ever saw me'
Then he passed out. So I dragged him to my car and drove him back to my house, my aunt helped me patch him up. I found his keys in his jacket, drove his car over to our house.
I sat with him all night. He would wake up screaming for Sammy. I didn't know who that was. When he woke up I think I scared him so bad by asking. He said he had to go, that his dad would kill him for not giving an update. Thanked me for patching him up and ran out of the house.
I thought that was the last I'd ever see of him."
"I'm guessing it wasn't" Sam chuckled
"Nope, I work at a diner my aunt owns in town. He stopped by for food the next morning. I gave him a slice of pecan pie on the house. I asked about 'Sam' again. He gave me the cliffnotes version. You were his younger brother who left for college. His dad was pissed. He was super proud cause you got into Stanford but it hurt that you didn't tell him until the day you left.
I asked how long you'd been gone, he said two months and he hadn't heard anything. He stopped by the campus a few days ago and you looked so happy he couldn't bring himself to say anything, or even call.
And just like that I guess I opened the floodgates.
He started to tell me about how he only ever had one job and it was to take care of you, now that you left and obviously don't need him anymore, he realized he doesn't know how to be anything other than Sam's big brother. Dean doesn't exist.
I kept the pie coming and listened. Eventually he got to the part about how you were always his dad's favorite, and he was just a soldier, not a son. And I told him, to stop doing what his dad tells him. He was 22 years old, he didn't have a childhood and wanted to figure out who he actually was as a person. So I told him if he stayed, I'd give him a job at the diner.
He took me up on the offer. He stayed in my aunt's house with me. We got close. He told me stories about you, always about you. Never about himself, unless he was talking about taking care of you. I'm not sure when we fell for each other, but we just started going out on dates. He finally kissed me after a month of living with us. We were stuck in the honeymoon stage for about six months. His dad showed up then. Started yelling and saying all these horrible things. Dean just took it. Apologized for being disgraceful. I was shocked, in a matter of minutes, this confident, tough guy, became this complacent, self-conscious little kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. My aunt gave John a piece of her mind and kicked him out."
"Anyone who has the guts to stand up to an angry John Winchester is fine by me" Sam commented, chuckling a bit.
"I heard you did it all the time" Nat mentioned innocently
"Yeah well, we had a difference of opinion on just about everything. The last time I saw him all we did was fight. Dean was uh… not there at the moment, so there was no peace keeper" he mumbled.
Nat let the silence hang in the air. Both parties lost in thought.
"Natalia!" Dean yelled from downstairs
"Uh oh. I'm in trouble!" Nat giggled as she got up and started walking to the door "Coming!" she called.
"And Sam…" he looked up "Don't be so hard on Dean. I know you guys have been through a lot, but he went through some tough crap when he was here with me. We both did" she whispered the last part. Then she disappeared through the door. Sam sat in thought for a few moments, then his curiosity got the better of him. He started to walk down stairs, and heard yelling so he stopped.
"I don't understand what you're mad about!"
"You renamed the diner!"
"So?"
"You named it Dean's!"
"And…?"
"I didn't want this for you! I wanted you to be happy and get married and live the apple pie life I should have known I would never get."
"What makes you think I'm not happy?"
"You hated this. All of this. You didn't want to know about the monsters. You were always happiest when we were doing simple stuff. You wanted kids. You wanted to get married…"
"You wanted that too!" Nat interrupted. "You wanted to be a dad and a husband, don't you dare stand here and pretend you didn't want the same things. So let me ask you, are you happy?"
"That doesn't matter, I was never gonna get that and I knew it. And I did the dad thing. I did it for Sammy. But this is about you. I walked into that diner and everyone freaked out. They kept asking if Nat knew. And if I was staying this time…"
"Are you?"
"You can't do that. You know why I can't"
"I know. I'm sorry… I'm gonna go upstairs" Nat said rushing up the stairs. "Hi Sam" she said as she ran past him. Sam was was so much he didn't know about Dean, but now he was more determined than ever to figure it all out.
A/N - Read and Review! Hope you guys like it! Chapter 4 coming soon!
Em
