They sat at the kitchen table, a ménage of food was laid out in front of them like they were at some form of banquet rather than just breakfast. There were various flavours of pancakes, bacon, eggs every way you could think of, sausages and French toast. Bobby had been to a lot of effort just for them. Typically Dean had filled his plate to bursting along with the biggest cup of coffee he could manage, where the Alpha put it all was a mystery. How he could eat like he did and still look like he had walked straight out of the pages of a magazine Sam had no idea. Sam himself just stuck with the scrambled eggs his nerves not allowing him to eat much more than that
They sat in relative silence, clashing cutlery being the only sound. Sam kept his gaze focused on his plate though he could feel Bobby's eyes boring into the side of his face. He knew he should say something but what…Hey Dad good to see you….are you sure your my Dad?... Do you even want a son as broken as me? Words felt like ash on his tongue every time he tried to open his mouth to say something. So he settled for the awkward silence. He knew that Bobby was in the same position.
Dean's leg pressed against his knee with his left hand resting on his upper thigh, he was tucking into his breakfast but it was clear that aware of the tension brewing. He chewed the last part of his sausage before removing his hand. He placed his fork onto his plate, drowned his coffee and clapped his hands, the sound echoing like a gunshot. He smirked as he pushed his chair back and picked up his plate dumping it into the sink.
"My baby needs a tune up," he declared his eyes moving from Sam to Bobby, that smile was still on his face, that smirk that screamed out Dean Winchester had something up his sleeve. "Give you two time to talk," he added moving to Sam's side. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Help yourself to my tools," Bobby offered his eyes staring at the two of them.
"Thanks," Dean replied capturing Sam's lips in a short kiss, one that asked if he was going to be alright. Sam kissed back his reply, he knew that he couldn't put this off much longer, he had to face his father. Satisfied Dean pulled back his green eyes smiling at Sam. "I love you," he whispered quietly though with his advanced hearing Bobby would still be able to hear.
"I love you too," Sam replied smiling at his mate. Dean's eyes focused on Bobby for a moment seeming to convey a hidden message before he nodded. He grabbed his leather jacket from the back of the chair and took his leave.
…
Sam watched his mate go, his eyes not moving away from the front door that had now slammed shut. His whole body became tense and he found he had to fight an impending panic attack. He didn't want to face this moment, he didn't want to have to tell his father what a mess his life had become. He didn't want to become that victim anymore, he had come a long way in the past couple of months and that was all thanks to the amazing Alpha he could call a mate. He drew in a deep breath allowing himself a couple of moments to regain his composure. Mentally he was congratulating Dean from not bolting through the moment he sensed that Sam was in distress. Feeling more in control he allowed his eyes to flicker to Bobby who was staring at him like he had seen him for the very first time.
"You have her eyes," he said his voice soft. "How did I not see it…" he trailed off.
Sam swallowed a lump in his throat at the mention of his mother. He wished he could have known her. "She was beautiful," he murmured feeling stupid because of course Bobby would know that.
"Yeah," Bobby replied his expression sobering up. "I can't believe you are here…"
"Me neither."
"Son, I tried to look for you," Bobby said leaning forward a serious expression flicking across his face. "They covered their tracks…I didn't stop looking I swear…" He pulled his hat off and placed it next to his plate. "You were all I had left of her…Loosing Karen…It almost killed me…Hell it almost did….I couldn't…not knowing you were out there somewhere…I always knew you was still alive…I could feel it…" he patted his chest. "In here…" his broken sentence trailed off like he was expecting some kind of reaction though Sam didn't know what to say. "Son I wouldn't have abandoned you…" he added a desperate look crossing his face.
"I know," Sam replied.
"What happened to you?"
Sam laughed without humour shaking his head. "I don't remember anything from before I was ten," he went on to explain about the accident and how it caused amnesia, how the earliest memory was of him in an Omega house being sold to the family to be a servant, how it hadn't been as bad as it seemed. How he had been happy there until one day Adam Winchester waltzed into his life and made him believe that they were meant to be. He skipped over some of the gory details as he didn't want to revert back to the person he had been when he had been under Adam's control. Though from the look on Bobby's face he was getting the jest of it.
"Never trust a fucking Winchester," Bobby growled his expression murderous. "I'm going to kill him."
"Get in line," Sam laughed knowing that that particular honour had already been promised to another Alpha. "Dean gets first dibs," he explained not liking the look of disgust that crossed his father's face at the mention of his mate.
"His own brother…You think he wouldn't side with him?"
"What? No!"
"If I know Winchester nothing matters more than family."
"Dean's not like that with Adam."
"How do you know? Their family had always been close, if I know John he would have raised those boys as soldiers trained to take over from him. Brothers in arms."
"No, it's not like that. Ok maybe it might have been…Dean is not like Adam. Dean is loving, he cares about me and what I think. He always goes with what I want not just takes. He gives me every part of him, even parts he didn't think he would. Dean saved me, he put the pieces of me back together. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here right now."
Bobby sighed his hand running through his hair as he picked up his hat and placed it back into position. "That boy has stood his ground several times in my house," he growled. "I have never known a more arrogant Alpha…but I can see he loves you. If he has ever hurt you…"
"He hasn't," Sam interrupted quickly. "He won't. I love him and he loves me. He's my mate and if we are going to be a family then you need to accept the fact that I am a Winchester now."
"You will always be a Singer to me," Bobby interjected. "But I will try and get to know Winchester…Dean."
Sam smiled a watery smile. "Thank you."
"You're my boy…I'm not going to let you go when I have just found you."
This time a single tear rolled down Sam's cheek and before he knew it both he and Bobby had pushed themselves to their feet and grabbed hold of one another like they were going to disappear. He leaned down and buried his head in the crook of his father's neck breathing in the scent that screamed out family. He transmitted it to memory not wanting to lose this moment. When he had a chance he would have to thank Missouri for bringing them together. But for now he would revel in this moment being reunited with a father he didn't know he had.
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Dean wiped the grease on his jeans grinning at the disgusted look he was going to get off of his mate when he walked back into the house. He peered down at his watch seeing that he had been gone for at least two hours and from what he had heard there had been no obvious signs of shouting which he took as a good thing. He had submitted the urge to run to Sam's side when he had sensed his mate's impending panic attack. He didn't want to show the omega up as being weak or needing him for every little thing. Sam had come a long way since being rescued from Adam's clutches and he was stronger than he thought. He smiled at that thought closing the tool box and throwing it into the boot of the impala. He lovingly closed her lid and gave her a once over.
With his smile widening he turned his back on his baby and began to head back inside. He had taken a couple of steps when the sound of a shotgun cocking had him freezing mid stride.
"Don't take another step," a harsh voice growled from somewhere behind him. "This buckshot is lowered with silver powder I wouldn't risk it," they added the gun pressing against Dean's back. He could almost feel the person's breath ghosting across his neck. His wolf growled in revolution pushing to be freed, to make this person regret ever trying to threaten him. Drawing in a deep breath he threw his hands up in the air to show that he wasn't a threat. He had no idea who had found him or why but he knew one thing, the last time he had had a gun pointed at him it had left him to be arrested for murder. He had to tread carefully if he ever wanted to go back home.
"I…"
"No," the voice growled the tone becoming harsher. "You don't get to say anything," the gun pressed tighter into his back causing him to wince at the bruise he knew was going to form there. "I have finally tracked you down and you don't get to weasel your way out of this. I just want to know why…why did you do it?" the voice broke showing a feminine edge to it, great some pissed off woman he didn't know this was just peachy.
"Do what?" Dean asked his eyes focused on Bobby's house. The shotgun crashed into his back while the woman's leg kicked out at the back of his knees causing him to fall face first onto the floor. Hands grabbed at his jacket flipping him over so that he was now facing her. She leaned down, towering above him still she pressed the gun to his heart. A venomous look crossed her face. Her eyes were cold with the soul behind them seeming to be non-existent. "Listen lady…"
"DON'T YOU DARE!" the woman screeched her poisonous words spluttering over Dean's face. "YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME….YOU RUINED MY LIFE…" the gun whipped up into Dean's chin causing the bone to crack under the weight of it. She moved it to Dean's temple, her finger shaking on the trigger. Dean's hand reached up to stem the flow of blood from his now spilt chin. "I HAVE BEEN TRACKING YOU FOR WEEKS…WEEKS…AND HERE YOU ARE…ALL ALONE…ALL MINE…" her words became louder with an insane expression crossing through her eyes. "SPEAK!"
Dean moved his hand away, the appendage soaked in his own blood, and he held them out in front of him though he made no attempt to get up off the floor. The woman's finger was already twitchy he didn't want to give her a reason to pull that trigger. He might be immune from silver but a direct shot to the brain by a shot gun…yeah even he couldn't survive that. "I don't know you," he said.
"Maybe not," she hissed her free hand reaching into her jacket pocket. She pulled out her wallet, flicked it open and threw it down on Dean's chest. "You know her."
Dean frowned, keeping his eye on the crazy woman he reached down and brought the wallet up. He peered at the picture that she kept in it. His heart skipped a beat as he recognised it. It was the same one he had found in that forest a month or so ago, however long it had been. The same picture that had been present on the girl's corpse he had found. He had guessed that it had been a mother and a daughter but looking at the woman in front of him he was sure. Hell had no fury like a woman scorn, worse when that woman was a mother. He dropped the wallet on the floor, his mind running a mile a minute. "I…"
"DON'T LIE TO ME! I SAW THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE. YOU KNOW HER. I KNOW YOU DO. YOU SON OF A BITCH…."
"I…"
"STOP LYING TO ME!"
"How can I lie when you won't let me speak," Dean grumbled earning a kick in the crutch.
"I KNOW WHAT YOUR KIND IS LIKE, EVERY TIME YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH YOU LIE. YOU THINK THAT BECAUSE YOU ARE IMMORTAL THAT YOU ARE INVINCIBLE. THAT THE LAW DOESN'T COUNT FOR YOUR KIND. GUESS WHAT I AM THE LAW AND THIS…" She lifted the gun away from Dean's head. "IS AN EXECUTION!"
Seeing his only chance Dean leaned forward. He grasped hold of the barrel of the shotgun, managing to duck as the woman fired it on instinct. She grappled with him, her hands scratching at his face trying to push him away from her. Dean held on not wanting to hurt her though she seemed intent on killing him for something he didn't even do. He praised her fingers off and threw the gun somewhere behind him wanting it out of her reach. She screamed reaching into her jacket pocket. He didn't see the knife until it slashed across his face. He felt his skin rip and blood poured into his left eye.
He cursed as she brought her knee up to his chest once more sending him flying to the floor. Her body straddled his, her hands held above her with the tip of the knife pointing down towards Dean's heart. Dean grasped hold of her hands fighting for control. He could feel her exerting all her pressure into plunging the knife downwards. Inside his wolf was roaring, he could feel the change pushing at his skin…he couldn't let that happen…there was no way he would have control…he had to make her understand.
"Just listen to me!" Dean growled his voice lowering an octave.
"NO!" She screamed continuing to try and kill him.
"LISTEN!" Dean growled the power of his wolf gracing his words. He could see his skin begin to tingle as the change was almost upon him once more. No…he had more control than this dammit. Blood continued to distort his vision. "I DIDN'T KILL HER!" he shouted his hands gripping hold of the knife. In response the woman dug her knee into his crotch once more, looked like he was never going to have children at this rate. He groaned reaching up he kicked at her stomach forcing her back. The knife clattered to the ground an inch from his head. "IT WASN'T ME!" he shouted pushing himself to his feet with the irate woman standing right in front of him, her eyes screamed murder and revenge.
"YOU LIE," She screeched like a banshee rushing towards him once more to which he dodged. "SHE WAS ONLY TWENTY, SHE HAD HER WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF HER. I TOLD HER NOT TO GO, I TOLD HER YOU WAS NO GOOD…"
"Wait…" Dean grasped at the woman's wildly waving hands stopping her mid rush. "You said what?"
"YEAH I TOLD HER THAT HER INFACTUATION THAT HER NEW BOYFRIEND WAS GOING TO GET HER HURT ONE DAY…YOUNG GIRLS SEE WOLVES AS A ROMANTIC NOTION, THAT'S WHAT FUCKING TWILIGHT DOES TO THEIR MINDS. AND YOU PLAYED ON HER FANTASIES, SO WHAT YOU COULD HAVE LUNCH?"
"She said she knew me?"
"YOU GOT AMENSIA? YES ALL SHE COULD TALK ABOUT WAS DEAN WINCHESTER THIS, DEAN WINCHESTER THAT LIKE YOU WAS SOME GIFT FROM GOD." The woman leaned down and sunk her teeth into Dean's hands causing him to release her. She ran towards the knife, picked it up and just when Dean was going to restrain her she sunk it into his knee.
Dean grunted falling to the floor once more. "FUCK!" he exclaimed holding onto his knee trying to stop the flow of blood. Why was he always getting stabbed or shot lately? What was with his shitty luck? The woman had retrieved her shot gun and was once again towering over him, Dean's own reluctance to hurt her or to use his wolf had him at a disadvantage.
"I HAVE WAITED MONTHS FOR THIS MOMENT. SAY GOODBYE!"
Her finger held down the trigger. Before she had the chance to let go a rush of dark brown fur knocked her off of her feet. The gun flying to the side and shooting a hole into the side of Bobby's house.
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"DEAN!" Sam screamed running to his mate's side. One moment he had been telling his father about he and Dean had met and the next all he could feel was the Alpha's pain and anger. His mate had bene tuning up the car how the hell had he gotten into trouble. Then again Dean was a Winchester and trouble seemed to follow them wherever they went. His feet had him running outside before he had even realised. He had seen the woman pinning his mate down and before he could shift a four legged Bobby had bolted out of the door and tackled her off of the young Alpha.
Sam's hands cupped Dean's cheek, he wiped at the blood that was gashing out of a nasty cut that started from his right temple across to his left eye, and the eye itself wasn't split thankfully. There were several bruises littering the Alpha's skin and there was a knife embedded in his knee but apart from that he seemed alright. Sam nodded his head and fell to the floor beside his mate not wanting to focus on the crazy woman that his father was holding back. He will deal with her later. He pulled Dean into his lap and wrapped his arms around his waist. He nosed at Dean's mating mark needing the comfort that the man was still with him. Dean tilted his head to allow more access and Sam breathed in the scent that was all Dean. His right hand reached down and grasped hold of the hilt of the knife, without warning he pulled it out causing a stream of expletives to exit Dean's mouth. He threw the blade beside him before pressing a kiss to his mark on Dean's skin.
"You ok?" he whispered.
"I'll live," Dean replied his attention seeming to be on the woman. "You ready to listen?" he asked her as Bobby forced her forward. He was standing behind her, his hackles were up and he was snarling fiercely. Sam's heart soar at the sight of his father being protective over his mate…maybe it wasn't too late to mend bridges between their two families.
"Fuck you," the woman spat. "Your little wolves won't stop me. You need to pay for what you have done!"
"What has Dean done to you?" Sam growled his arms tightening around his mate's the urge to protect him was overwhelming his senses. He might have only been an omega but that didn't stop him for being there for his mate.
"He killed my little Joanna, he took my daughter away from me."
"What?" Sam declared his eyebrows raising peering down at his mate. "The girl in the woods?"
"HER NAME WAS JO!" the woman screamed.
"Yep," Dean replied. He shrugged out of Sam's grip, his hands went to the floor and he attempted to stand though his weight buckled on his injured knee. Sam stood to his full height reached down and pulled Dean to his side, his arm wrapping around his waist becoming his crutch. "I didn't kill her."
"You're Dean Winchester, you met her there and you murdered her that's all your kind does."
"He didn't kill her, he found her," Sam reiterated his own wolf wanting nothing more than to tear the woman apart for the lies she had sprouting. "Dean may be many things but he's not a killer."
"Who are you to say that?" the woman challenged.
"I'm his mate," Sam warned his eyes glittering dangerously.
"M…Mate?" The woman's eyes widened seeming to take in their position for the first time. Her eyes scrutinised Sam's arm around Dean's waist, the way Dean was standing slightly in front to shield Sam to their matching marks on their necks. "Must have been recent Jo said you were unmated."
"We have been mated for half a year," Sam added.
"I never met your daughter until I found her," Dean cut in. "In case you didn't notice I don't swing that way…" he let his words trail off.
"No…No…she said…He was Dean Winchester…she said…they said that it was you…I saw a picture…" she fumbled into her pocket and pulled out the same picture that the were council had used to convict Dean in Jo's murder. "That's you…"
"I found her."
"No…you killed her."
"I never met her."
"No…STOP LYING!"
"Ellen the boy isn't lying," Missouri's voice broke through the tense atmosphere. She smiled at the four of them clapping her hands together. "Who wants coffee?"
TBC (Hope you enjoyed that chapter! So who did kill Jo? Will Ellen believe our boys? All these questions and more will be answered soon I promise. Thank you for reading and those lovely regular reviewers of mine, you know who you are, you all mean the world to me and I always look forward to seeing what you have to say. I will see you all next week for Part Twenty One!)