Ellen and Pamela are Dean and Sam's aunts, John's sisters, in this story, for my own selfish reasons, again :].I don't know how to reffer to someone if I don't know the person't gender, but I read once that I can use "they" and "their", so I did. English is not my first language, so I'm not sure, if I'm wrong, please tell me :]
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At the end o!f her story, Ellen Winchester turned to look at the small boys in front of her.
"Is that why dad died?" asked the older boy, Dean.
"Yes, sweetie. He knew, since he heard the deathwatch beetle, that the time had come."
"So he died of a broken heart?" said the other boy, Sam.
"Indeed. And then you came to live with us." said Pamela, Ellen's sister, with a sweet smile.
Sam and Dean Winchester were the children of John and Mary Winchester. They came from the long line that descended from Henry. Ever since the death of Mia, the line of Winchester was feared for being witches and sorcerers, to date. When Mary died, and John followed, their sons had come to live with John's sisters, Ellen and Pamela. The boys knew about magic and practiced their spells, but they were only children, they knew nothing of prejudices and hate, and they were not evil at all, like every kid in town believed. The brothers weren't invited to play, and weren't picked for sports teams at school. When they played in their garden, other kids would come to the fence and throw stones at them. All because of the lies parents told their children about the family. Sometimes, Dean and Sam wished they hadn't magic, that they were normal, so they could have friends, and their parents back.
"It's what happens to all Winchesters" said Ellen sadly "It's what happened to my Bobby"
"Oh, Ellen, stop that, it was an accident" Pamela looked sternly at her sister.
"It was fate!" Dean and Sam looked weary.
"Don't worry dearies, the only curse in this family is siting at the end of this table!" mused Pamela, pointing at Ellen.
Both boys laughed at Aunt Ellen's glare to her sister.
"Come, kids, let's go inside and work on your spells!" said Ellen while standing up and stretching her arms.
Both women beckoned the giggling boys inside.
Their Aunts took good care of them. They were always supportive and didn't care if they ate dessert before their veggies or if they ate anything too sweet before bedtime. Sam and Dean had great times in their house full of tricks and surprises. Even if they were bullied because of it, practicing their spells was one of the best parts of their day. They oftenly wore costumes. Using your imagination is always an important thing when making magic, and Sam and Dean played this part just well. That day, they decided to be angels. Sam was wearing a white shirt with matching white pants, which highlighted his long brown hair and chocolate eyes. Dean was older now, though, and he wasn't wearing a complete outfit, only a pair of dark feathered wings. He really loved these wings, they were different from what everyone thought angel wings were, actually, quite the opposite. Dean had dyed the feathers black, and when the dye had dried, the feathers were sharp at the edges but still soft and fluffy in the centre.
They got their books out "Practical Magic" They didn't practice too difficult spells, they had to start from the basics, but they were fast learners. Dean blew his candle softly and eyes hard in concentration. The candlewick slowly sparkled and lit with fire.
"Very good Dean!" said Pamela cheerfully from the other end of the table "I always said there was a hidden power inside of you!"
"What about me?" asked Sam from his spot over the table.
"Oh, Sammy, we have a good feeling about you too don't worry." said Ellen coming out of the kitchen and handing the boys more strawberries and chocolate.
Dean smirked towards his brother and Sam stuck his tongue out. Then he blew his candle as well, but not even sparks came out. He groaned in frustration and threw a strawberry at Dean, who was laughing and grabbing his belly. A loud and urgent knock on the door was heard. Both women looked at each other and went to the door.
"Dean, dear, stay there and keep on practicing, Sammy, you try too." said Ellen before disappearing through the hall.
There was an anxious looking woman outside.
"Get the bird" said Pamela knowingly.
"Get the book" added Ellen nodding.
They led the woman to the kitchen. Dean and Sam ran to sit at the top of the stairs, where they could get a better look. They loved watching their aunts make real spells and magic.
"I can't stand this anymore! I want him! I want him badly! He has to leave his wife, and he has to leave her now!" the anxious looking woman stormed into the kitchen after the witches. She was shaking, sitting in front of the table and repeating her words frantically.
Ellen looked at Pamela over the woman's head with a frown. Pamela nodded at her sister "Maybe you should find a man that suits you, dear" she said while looking for the correct page in the spell book.
"No! I want him!"
Ellen nodded at the woman handing her a long nail with a crystal on one end and a sharp point on the other, and a pigeon. The woman took them, sighed, and closed her eyes.
"I want him to want me so much he can't help himself" she recited and stabbed the pigeon with the nail right across the heart.
Dean covered his eyes and leaned over his brother's legs, but Sam smiled and stroked his brother's hair.
"Be careful what you wish for" sang Pamela.
The woman smiled shyly and took a photograph of a man from her pocket, and kissed it lovingly.
"I never want to fall in love" whispered Dean in repeat. If it made you die of a broken heart, and hurt birdies who had not the fault of your misery, then Dean most surely didn't want to fall in love ever!
"I can't wait to fall in love" said Sam, watching the woman intently and still soothing his brother.
Dean was outside in the small green house their aunts had. He had a big bowl in his hands and a small notebook sat on the table. He was reading it closely, and when he had memorised the words, he started his spell.
"The person I love will hear my call a mile away, and will humm my favourite song. They will ride an Impala backwards" He took petals from the rose his notebook indicated and put them in the bowl.
"What are you doing?" asked Sam from the doorway.
"I'm summoning a True Love Spell called Amas Veritas, for the person I'll fall in love with." he walked to a shelf with silk white roses, took a blossom and put it in his bowl. "They will be marvelously kind. They will know how to cook pie, and their favourite shape will be a star. Their eyes will be impossible blue, like the sea and the sky" he took two bright blue petals from another flower and added it to his now full bowl.
"I thought you didn't want to fall in love?" asked Sam frowning and following his brother to each shelf he walked to.
"That's the point. The person I love can't exist, and if they don't exist, I won't be hurt." Dean said easily, smiling at Sam and walking outside.
He held his bowl high and waited. Soft wind came and the petals flew with it. They carried with the wind up and far until they were lost to the boys. Soaring across the sky, they started going down, towards a garden with sweet smelling flowers and green soft grass. A little boy sat reading in it. A petal fell on his book and he turned at the sky. Many petals were falling, caressing his cheeks, getting tangled in his ruffled dark hair. He giggled and suddenly felt warmth embracing him. The petals were covering him. When they stopped falling, a chill ran through his body and he shivered. The warmth left and in its place stayed a hole. He felt as if he needed something. He hugged himself and went into his house, feeling down. He knew, somehow, he needed to find something, or someone, to be complete.
Dean and Sam's childhood went in the same manner. Fear from other kids, dirty glances from their neighbours, disapproval from people in the streets, chocolate cakes for breakfast, apple pies for lunch, and cherry pies for dinner. Ellen and Pamela raised them as best as they could, with all the love they could grant them and the comprehension they needed at every age and phase of their ives. All in all, they were happy, they had each other and that would always make them be ok whatever may happen.
That's why Dean was staring disapprovingly at the man under his window. The short man with long hair was wearing a satisfied smirk at Dean's frown, and Dean's stomach lurched with the urge to punch him. What was he smirking about, the idiot?
"Dean, hold the window please!" murmured Sam between giggles, walking into the room with a huge bag. He looked radiant, his eyes glinting, and the smile in his lips was so wide Dean was sure it would hurt his cheeks.
He heaved his bag out of the window and the man caught it gracefuly, not even staggering under its weight. He muffled a giggle and ran to his car to put it in the trunk. Sam turned to loom at Dean and he smiled shyly at his brother, then closed the space between them with a crushing hug. Dean wasn't one to show emotions and that kind of stuff, but he was going to miss his stupid brother very much, his annoying intelligence and boring books, and late night stories with a beer under the moon and chickenpox spells on anyone who bothered them, so he returned the hug.
"Do you even love him enough, Sammy?" he asked, when they broke apart and Sam was starting to go outside the window.
He flipped his hair off his brown eyes and stared playfully at Dean. "Oh, Dean, what's enough? I want to go out of here, I do not belong to this life! I want to be some where nobody knows me and can't judge me, somwhere I can make an actual life for myself!" He almost shrieked at the prospect of such a future, and Dean was sure he was just using the man outside their house as an excuse to leave. To leave Dean.
Dean sighed, Sam would never learn, family is always first, and they have been ok all this time, right? Why did Sammy have to leave to be happy?
"I feel like I'm never gonna see you again." and Dean felt like a school girl, whining like that at the yeti climbing onto the roof now.
Sam turned to look at him, with an intense sparkle in his still teasing look. "Of course we are, Dean, don't say that! It's gonna be you and me, always! We're gonna grow old together! You are my brother, that will never change, no matter what stupid thing I might be doing, we'll probably gonna die at the same age "
Dean shrugged, still unsure. So Sam rolled his eyes and turned towards the short man. "Gabe, baby? I need your pocket knife!" he hissed at his boyfriend.
Gabe smiled and threw the knife to the air, and Sam caught it. He then stretched his hand and cut a fine line with the knife. Bright blood started leaking out and he motioned for Dean to show him his hand. Dean did and winced a little when the knife cut through his skin. The red blood gleamed before Sam crushed their hands together and entwined their fingers. He held them high and looked straight into Dean's eyes.
"Your blood, my blood. OUR blood. Always. Ok?"
Dean nodded and smiled. He pulled his stupid baby brother into his arms again and then smiled and waved at him while he giggled and disappeared through the fence on his boyfriend's back.
Dean only wished his brother will indeed be happy with this small yet huge adventure of his, an that it was worth leaving Dean behind. Or else, he'd be pissed. Any one that even thought of hurting his baby brother would end up in hell, Dean would see to that.