Coming Home Ch. 3

Disclaimer: See chapter one

AN: Pease forgive me, I was not able to answer all the reviews in the last chapter due to lack of time. Just know that I really do appreciate each and every one of them!

Previously: "I sure hope so," John murmured as he watched his wife slowly fade off to sleep. It scared him to death to think something could go wrong and he and Mary would be left devastated, never to recover from losing the boys again, if indeed, Joey and David really turned out to be Dean and Sammy.

"It's almost 11:00. The boys should be here soon," Mary voiced excitedly as she once again pushed back the curtains to peek out the front bay window for what must have been the tenth time in about fifteen minutes.

"Mary, Honey, you need to calm down or you're going to overwhelm the boys with your enthusiasm when they do arrive," John warned lightly as he palmed his wife's cheek with his calloused hands and pulled her in for a kiss. He had taken the next few days off from the garage where he worked to be there for the boys in their initial adjustment to being in a new home.

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it. I've waited for this moment for so long and I want everything to be perfect," Mary crooned as she once again surveyed the area within her sight. She had rearranged the living room area to make it a little roomier for the two children knowing that boys sometimes liked to relax on the floor when watching television. She had even went grocery shopping earlier and bought foods that she hoped the boys would like as well as some snacks such as ice cream and chocolate chip cookies since they were a standard staple for most children's diets whether their parents liked it or not.

"I'm sure everything will be fine. With the way they've grown up, the boys probably aren't used to getting much at all and will be bewildered by all that you've done for them," John stated sadly as he thought about what the caseworker had told him and Mary concerning the boy's lives before escaping from their abusive home. If he ever got his hands on the people who hurt those two boys, he would make sure they were shown no mercy.

"Maybe I should make some sandwiches for lunch or something. They might be hungry when they get here," Mary said as she thrummed her fingers nervously upon the window ledge. "What do you think they'll want? Boys like peanut butter and jelly, right, or maybe ham and cheese sandwiches?"

"Whichever you make will be fine," John assured his wife with a grin. " I'll find a bag of chips to go with them."

"I bought one of those variety packs they just came out with; you know…the kind that has lots of different bags of chips in them. Just pull that out and the boys can decide which chips they want to have with their sandwiches," Mary informed her husband as she grasped a loaf of bread and then set about getting the other stuff to make the sandwiches. She would make both the PB&J and the ham and cheese so that hopefully, everyone would be happy.

"Sure Sweetheart, whatever you say," John voiced as he walked over to the pantry in the corner of the kitchen and found the box that Mary was referring to. Placing the box on the table beside the sandwiches that Mary had just finished, they soon heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into their driveway.

"They're here," Mary announced needlessly as she quickly placed some plastic wrap over the tray of sandwiches to keep them fresh so that she and John could go welcome the boys.

"Well, let's go greet our charges," John voiced with a big smile as he reached his hand out to grasp his wife's as he lead her from the kitchen and to the front door where they went out to stand on the porch, each eagerly awaiting the reunion with the two boys they already loved.

~~Supernatural~~

Parking her silver toned 1985 Buick LaSabre in the driveway of the Winchester home, Mrs. Amelia Whitworth smiled as she looked up at the white two story house with the nice big shade tree in front of it. It had a nice spacious front yard with plenty of room for playing or tossing a football for the boys and the tree even sported a tire swing that hung down low from one of its massive limbs, just waiting for a youngster to swing on. She desperately hoped the boys would be happy here as the two of them really deserved to have a loving family after everything they had been through.

"Okay boys, are you ready to go inside and see your new home?" Amelia asked after turning around to address the nervous boys who sat in the backseat of her car, Joey sitting right next to David who had an arm firmly wrapped around his younger sibling.

"Whatever," David sighed as he squeezed his brother's shoulder in support before thrusting the backdoor open and sliding out, Joey mimicking the movement scant moments later, while Mrs. Whitworth climbed from behind the wheel with her brown leather attaché case firmly in hand.

Glancing up at his big brother as they started towards the porch, Joey pulled on his elder sibling's shirt and whispered, "I'm scared," as tears began to glisten in his eyes

"You have nothing to be scared of Squirt. As long as I'm around, ain't nothing bad gonna happen to you," David intoned, even though he knew those words didn't always hold true. He had tried his best to protect his baby brother, but there were times that the kid had been hurt regardless of how much he tried to keep it from happening. Taking a deep, calming breath, David held his head high as he reached out to take his sibling's hand and then led him up the concrete walkway with Mrs. Whitworth right by their sides. As he looked at the house, he couldn't help but think that the place looked slightly familiar somehow.

"Good morning John and Mary, I trust that you have slept well," Amelia stated as she acknowledged the two adults standing on the front porch.

"Yes we did," John responded, holding his right hand out in greeting as Mrs. Whitworth sat down her briefcase on the wooden porch. Turning his attention to the two boys with her, he could see that both were somewhat nervous and it upset him to see the tears glistening in little Joey's eyes as the child shimmied slightly behind his brother as if seeking protection. Kneeling down to Joey's level, he pasted on his brightest smile.

"I sure am happy to see you boys this morning," John expressed jovially, trying to put the boys at ease. "Are you hungry? We've made some sandwiches for lunch."

"I guess I could eat something," David agreed, though he didn't know if his stomach was up to handling food at the moment. He knew not to turn the food down though because the next meal could be a long time in coming if these adults were anything like…well, he didn't want to even think about it.

"What about you Sa-Joey? Would you like a sandwich and some chips?" Mary inquired, catching herself before calling the little one Sammy, as she too knelt down and then reached out to caress the little boy's cheek.

"Yes Ma'am," Joey voiced softly before chewing on his bottom lip and turning his face into David's side.

"Well okay then, let's all go in and eat," John stated as he stood up and reached out to open the screen door so that he could usher everyone inside.

"Mr. Winchester, I would really like to stay and enjoy the sandwiches with all of you, but I need to get back to the other children. Would you mind walking me to the car so that you can get the boys suitcases?" Mrs. Whitworth asked.

"Sure, I'd love to," John agreed, waiting for Mrs. Whitworth to say her goodbyes to the boys before following her out to her car.

~~A few moments later~~

Encouraging the boys to sit down at the wooden mahogany table, Mary uncovered the platter of sandwiches and then opened the box with the various assortment of chips while John pulled out some glasses from the cupboard to pour them all a glass of sweet tea.

"Help yourselves boys," Mary prompted when the boys just sat there for a few moments and looked at the sandwiches.

Reaching out to grab one of the ham and cheese sandwiches, David placed it on his younger brother's plate before getting another to place in front of himself.

Hesitantly taking a bag of Fritos cornchips from the box, Joey opened the small bag and then dumped the chips on his plate beside his sandwich as John placed a glass of tea beside him. Of course, he was startled by the unexpected appearance of John at his side and accidentally knocked the glass of tea over.

"Oh crap," John gasped loudly, as the tea spilled everywhere, without thinking about how it would affect the small boy in front of him so he was totally unprepared when Joey reacted and threw his hands up in front of his face in sheer terror.

"I'mmmmm sorrrrrry, I diddddn't meannnn toooo" the child stammered in unabashed fear with tears flowing down his face before he slid off the chair and under the table, David quickly following him to the assumed place of safety at this point.

"Shhh, s'okay, I've got you," David cooed as he wrapped his arms around his distressed sibling and began to rock him back and forth. He could tell by the look in his baby brother's eyes that Joey was remembering a time when he had paid dearly for spilling a glass of milk, David unable to prevent the vicious backhanded slap to the face that Joey took from their bastard of a father.

Feeling very ashamed for his overreaction to the spilt tea, John quickly knelt to look under the table, only to have David give him the coldest glare he had ever seen on a pre-teen's face before he then pulled his younger brother further away from the perceived threat of what he thought was going to happen.

"Le-Leave us alone," David warned, prepared to take a hit from the man if it kept him from hitting Joey.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare either of you," John apologized as he witnessed Mary kneel down beside him from the side of his eye. "I was an idiot for reacting the way I did. It won't happen again."

"You me-You mean Joey's not in tr-trouble for spilling the tea?" David asked, not quite sure what to make of things. "You're not going to h-hit him or me or anything?"

"Of course not, it was an accident," John answered with a smile, though inside was he was burning up with anger, ready to kill the ones who had put the boys through so much anguish. "And in this house, we don't hit children, no matter what," John added, wanting the boys to know they were safe with him and Mary.

"That's right," Mary agreed as she reached out a hand and lightly began to rub Joey's leg, hoping that it would somehow comfort the lightly sobbing child. "Won't you two please come out from under the table and at least eat a sandwich. I promise, we're not going to hurt either of you."

"Can-Can we just go to our room?" David asked with a heartfelt plea as he glanced at Mary with solemn eyes. There was no way neither he nor Joey would be able to eat at the table now.

"Sure," Mary answered affirmatively, even though she was saddened that they boys wanted to be alone right now. She had hoped they could start bonding as a family through lunch.

Guiding Joey out from the table after a lot of encouragement that everything really would be okay, David waited for John and Mary to lead them to their room, he had a baby brother to calm and take care of.

TBC. So, are you still interested and want to read more?