Chapter 6: The "Family Business"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the voice. Turning away from the safety of the Krisy Kremes, he met the gaze of a soft, happy pair of eyes and a relaxed, though nervous, smile. With a raised eyebrow, they spoke.

"It's so nice to finally meet you; I'm Jessica, but you can just call me Jess," she said. I don't know what I had expected from Sam, but it was totally not this. Jess was a perfect ten-outta-ten; she had a mass of blonde ringlets that shifted at every movement, and the body of a centerfold from-what he could make out from her blush colored dress. Sammy had certainly scored big in the looks department, and she probably had some brains to go along with them. Sam had never been much for dumb blondes, or any dumb chicks for that matter. As soon as the obnoxious laugh and hair twirling started, Sam would already be gone.

With a genuine smile, Dean shook her outstretched hand and shook it, "Nice to meet you, too. I've gotta say, I'm surprised Sammy could land a knock out like you though. What'd he have to pull to get that ring round your finger?"

With a light laugh, she replied, "To be honest, I'm the lucky one. I can see it's in the family, that you're all so good looking," Jess winked, "but Sam didn't have to pull any tricks. He's such a hard worker, and he's so devoted to his friends and family." As she finished her sentence, her face wrinkled with worry. She looked down at her manicured nails and began to pick at the cuticles.

"I know you two haven't seen each other in a really long time, and, well, I just felt that Sam would regret it if you weren't here for all of this," she mumbled, a deep red beginning to mottle her cheeks.

Dean's face, however, was the exact opposite. He felt the blood draining rapidly from his face, his features melting away from their happy positioning.

"I found a P.O. box address a while ago-your P.O. box address-when he was getting rid of some things, and I thought it would be best to save it for something like this," Jess finished, the edges of her nails beginning to brighten from her scratching and digging.

"So, what you're telling me, is that Sam has abso-fucking-lutely no clue that I showed up for his wedding shit? That this is gonna be the best surprise of his life? Let me tell you something Jess; I have tried getting in touch with Sam. I've called him, I've sent him mail, hell, I even tried dropping in once-he didn't show. When he left, he meant it. When he told Dad he didn't want to see either of us, that he wanted no part of the family business. He made it crystal clear he didn't want to devote his life to something like hun- to something that he couldn't give two shits about. That he didn't want to turn into someone exactly like our dad. And honey, the kid I knew had quite a temper. And I'm guessing he's still got it, and things aren't gonna be really pretty when he finds me here," Dean said, his voice tight with restrained anger.

When Dean was finally through, he took a deep breath to steady himself. Sure, he knew things wouldn't be lolly pops and frickin' candy canes, but he didn't know that he was walking into an inevitable shit show. He wiped his hand down his face, rubbing his throbbing temples.

Jess's head lifted. Her face contorted into a look of confusion. "Why wouldn't he want to be-"

Dean tuned out the rest of what Jess was saying as he made eye contact with a tall man with chocolate colored hair and those eyes. The same ones that looked up at him when he needed his shoes tied at the age of four, the same ones that always begged him to buy an extra bag of skittles at the gas station when they had spare cash.

Sammy strode through the room, quickly making his way to his bride-to-be's side. No longer the lanky teenager who needed his big brother by his side, Sammy was taller than him and had filled out. And maybe-maybe- just as good-looking as himself.

With his jaw locked, Sam was able to bark out the few words, "How'd you know about any of this? Why are you here?"

Jess opened her jaw to fess up, but before a sound could come out, Dean responded. "It's nice to see you, too, Sam. Your girl here decided to send me a list of dates for your wedding and all that jazz. I figured you needed someone to represent our side of the family here and thought I'd stop in," Dean's face suddenly turned more serious, " I mean, c'mon Sammy. You're getting married, like monkey suits and stuffing cake in each others faces. I couldn't-wouldn't-miss it for the world."

Sam's face began to morph into the same one when he'd broken a toy, or told the wrong story to the CPS lady making her rounds. He was hiding something. I looked over to Jess, who looked somehow even more confused.

"Sam, what does he mean? I mean, your dad and-"

"There seem to be a problem here?" John Winchester interrupted, his voice a deep rumble. Dad and Sam exchanged looks, communicating solely between the two. It was obvious that there were, for some unknown reason, no issues between the two. The hatchet was obviously buried.

"What the hell is going on? And don't leave out all the itty fucking bitty details, cause this shit ain't natural" Dean yelled.

a/n:

Happy I was able to get this out to you guys! We've got the whole gang back together, and shit is gonna fly! Thanks for reading if you happen to be doing so, and please review, favorite, follow, etc. Tell me what you think is going on, what you don't like, what you do, etc., as long as you aren't too spicy about it;). Have a great week guys, and thanks for your time!

-Indigo :)