Dean's P.O.V.
I felt my body stiffen before my eyes fluttered open slowly to a blinding light. I sucked in a sharp breath and sat straight up, feeling the silk blanket slip from my body. I furrowed my eyebrows, glancing down at my very naked self, realizing that I was in someone else's bed. I kicked off the sheets and frantically looked for my clothing, I didn't remember where I was or how I got here, or why I was here. The room I stood in was large, decorated with black and white furniture, very modern, and I was really liking the style. I made a bee-line for the wardrobe, hopefully there would be something here for me to wear. I almost jumped at how the clothing was organized, it was all sorted out by colour and by style. It was most definitely men's clothing, and it was all in my size. I slipped into a pair of dark blue slacks, a dress shirt and a blazer, if I was going to walk out of this house, it would be with class.
I creaked open the door, carefully padding down the hallway, passing a massive bathroom. I stopped mid stride and backed up, eying the open, black tiled and stoned sidings. The shower itself was a walk in with crystal glass sidings, a rain shower head with side spray nozzles built into the wall. I couldn't help myself but feel the burn of want for this house, it was perfect. I had to drag myself out of the bathroom before I spent all day in the shower. I crept down the grand staircase stopping again after I noticed the chandelier hanging in the Fourier. The stairs themselves looked to be black granite. I had to admit, whoever owned this house was filthy rich. I passed by the living room, noticing a bunch of pictures lining the massive fireplace. I homed in on the picture of my mother, I could see her from across the room. I picked up the picture, almost cradling it. It was a picture with her my dad, though she looked older than I remember. Another picture caught my eye, noticing that I was standing beside my mom, in my graduation cap and gown and I nearly dropped to my knees. This was impossible, she couldn't have been there, she was dead. What is going on? I placed the picture back on the mantle just as the phone rang. I turned to the sound, following the noise until the ringing stopped and the answering machine picked up the call.
"Hey, my little angel. I just wanted to check in to make sure that you got in from your flight and to remind you that Sam is coming over tonight. Don't forget about the dinner please, I know things are a little hard right now, but I want you to know that I'm proud of you. Call me back when you have time. Love you. Bye." Her voice sung through the air, making my heart drop. I could never forget her voice and that was the sound of my mother. I felt the hard pull in my chest, feeling the tears slip down my face. In a panic I searched the main floor of the house until I found a phone book. Looking up Winchester, finding myself, and Mary, but not John. I swallowed hard and ripped out the page, grabbing a set of keys of the counter in the kitchen and ran out of the house, finding the Impala in the driveway. I let out a breath knowing that my car was okay in this weird world, or dream or something. I pulled out the paper and then it hit me. This massive mansion was mine. I almost puked at how freaked out I was. I drove off and made my way across the town, tracking down the address of Mary Winchester.
I pulled up to the house slowly, sitting across the street so I could look into the front window. I could see a blonde haired woman vacuuming in the living room. I set the piece of paper on the seat beside me and got out of the car, not taking my eyes off the house. As if I was afraid of what I would find inside, I nervously knocked on the door. She opened the door after a few seconds, smiling brightly when she saw me, my legs almost gave out from under me when I saw her. She was beautiful, she was my mother, which means that Azazel never killed her.
"Mom." I didn't know if it was a question or a statement.
"Dean. I didn't know you were back from Hong Kong. "I stared at my mom as she spoke, too entranced by her being here to really register what she said. She was still here, still alive. I had no idea what was going on but she was here and alive and I really didn't care about much else at this point. But she had said I was back from somewhere?
"Hong Kong?!" I finally blurted out. She probably thought I was sick or something, that was the way she was looking at me, but again, I really didn't care. I was just overwhelmed that my mother was alive. I wondered if Sam knew… I'd have to remember to call him.
"Dean, are you okay? Do you have jet lag? You should be resting." My mom looked worried as she moved forward and rested a hand on my shoulder. I cleared my throat and swallowed hard, my heart filling with joy as I blinked back a few tears.
"No, mom, I'm fine. I just wanted to see you." I choked out, reaching out and pulling her into a hug, burying my face into her shoulder. She smelled just like I remembered and it was hard for me to finally pull away while she laughed a bit. I didn't want to let her go at all but she already seemed a bit freaked and I didn't want to make it worse.
"Alright." She laughed again and stepped to the side, allowing me to step into the house. I looked around and smiled at how homely everything looked. "I was just cleaning a little. Would you like something to eat? You must be starving?"
"Yes, please." I muttered, sliding out of my shoes and walking further in, my eyes grazing over the pictures. There were a few of me and dad and one or two of me and Sam when we were younger, but that was about it for us. The rest of them were us alone with either mom or dad, or just separate photos in general. I swallowed at the thought that here we might not actually get along. I frowned and stopped short of what looked like a wedding photo, though I didn't look long enough to register who was in it. Mom had waked back in with a sandwich and I smiled at her, blinking back more tears, swallowing hard to keep my voice steady. "Uh, can I ask you something?"
"Sure thing, sweetie." Was her reply as she handed me the sandwich, a soft smile on her face.
"It's about dad."
"Oh." She sat down next to me and gently touched my hand, the look on her face returning to worry. "I know you've had a rough go at things since he passed. It was hard on all of us, his cancer tore us apart, but I want you to know that he loved you so much and he knew why you weren't there that day. Dean, sweetie, I thought we went over this, your wife said that you were getting better? Is there a reason why you're relapsing? Dean are you drinking again?"
"I-uh-I no. I think you're right. I'm probably jet lagged." I put down my sandwich and tilted my head back, taking a moment before I took my mom's hand. "Dad still loves you, very much, and I love you too." he gave me an easy smile and patted my hand before she got up and moved away, starting to clean again.
"Sam and his girlfriend are in town tonight, we're all going out for dinner. Don't forget. And Dean, this time could you be nice to your brother, he has big news for us. I know you and him aren't on the best terms right now but, if you could just show him a little compassion for me." I stared at my mom and blinked in slight shock. I had been a bit suspicious because of the lack of pictures of us together on the walls but this was… the confirmation was hard. I couldn't remember a time we hadn't been close.
"Anything for you mom." I could feel my voice get low as I forced a smile and continued to eat the sandwich, the shock of everything that was happening hitting me hard. I had no idea what was going on and as much as I wanted to stay here with my mom, I was sure something was wrong.
Akuma's P.O.V.
I shot up and blinked hard, rubbing my eyes and peeled what seemed to be a piece of paper off of my face. I pulled the paper from my face and rubbed my eyes, my eyes taking in the words Arrest Warrant in big bold letters at the top of the page. I shoved myself away from the desk and swore loudly when the chair tipped and I fell backwards, a groan escaping my lips as my head hit the ground. Further inspection revealed that I was in a cop uniform, a badge hanging at my waist. I frowned as I rolled and shoved myself up, turning and taking in what seemed to be an office. "What the hell?" I turned back to the desk I had woken up on and picked up one of the framed pictures, my eyebrows lifting and the picture falling from my grasp. It had been me and my mother standing in a field while I was dressed in what looked like a graduation gown. I swallowed hard and set the picture back on the desk, turning to another one of the pictures and picking it up. I blinked back tears at the sight of this one. In the picture I was standing with a wide smile on my face and I was wearing a wedding dress with my hair in an updo. My eyes immediately fell to my left hand and I swallowed hard when I saw a diamond ring on the proper finger. I set the picture down again and backed up, digging in my pockets for a phone and rushed outside, my breath catching in my throat when I couldn't see Sirius anywhere. The only car in the lot was a sleek black jaguar. I searched through my contacts, hesitating when I saw Dean's name before continuing to Alice's and hitting Dial.
"Hello?" Alice answered after a few rings, sounding very groggy and tired. I swallowed and ran a hand through my hair, looking around. I noticed that the sign on the building read Lawrence P.D.
"Hey… Uh... can you come get me?" I asked, sitting on the ground and resting my head in my free hand. "I'm uh. At the police station? I just... I can't find my car." I grumbled out, I unconsciously rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a kink in my shoulder.
"You what? It's like five in the morning Akuma…"Alice groaned out, her voice sounding a little more annoyed than I had thought it would be. "We've been over this before. It's the fancy black one… have you been drinking again?"
"Have I? What? No. Sorry. Go back to sleep… I'll uh... I'll be home soon. Just tired. I was here all night." Alice grumbles something after I finished mumbling and hung up. I took a moment to breathe before standing, still looking around and taking in this strange feeling that had settled in. I checked my phone again, searching the contacts, stopping when I saw my mom's number. I hesitated before I closed my phone and took out my keys before getting into the car. I took another moment to look at my phone again, thinking about how I could find my way to my house. Finally figuring that I could use a number to track it back to an address. I put the car in drive and followed the directions to the house, seeing a light on I stopped in the driveway. James always had lights on and was always up early, it was something that I was used to when I was living on the farm with him and Alice. I swallowed hard and got out of the car, hesitating again before walking up to the house and knocking.
"Hey! You're here early." James opened the door and greeted me, but I couldn't help but stare for a while before hugging him hard, burying my face in his shoulder. "Are you okay? Did something happen with you and Dean? Or is it your partner?" I pulled away quickly and gave him a very confused look.
"What? Dean? Uhm… I'm just...having a hard day." I muttered out, wiping away the tears. James frowned and moved to the side, giving me room to step into the house if I wanted to. "Come in sweetheart. We'll get you some coffee." I slipped passed him, looking into the house in awe as I took off my shoes. It was weird not seeing him in the farm, but it was nice. I swallowed and looked at him again, a thought crossing my mind and filling my chest with hope.
"Is… is mom here?" My voice was soft as I asked, not sure what I wanted to hear. It would be amazing if I was right and she was here but it she wasn't I wouldn't know what to do.
"She's coming downstairs in a bit." James continued, showing the way to the kitchen. I nodded and we sat down in the kitchen. I heard my mom singing from upstairs in the shower, followed by the sound of the water shutting off. My head fell into my hands for a moment as I tried to clear the fuzziness from the night before out of my head. I stood up quickly, almost knocking my seat over when my mom entered the room.
"Akuma?" I turned around sharply at her voice and shot forward, hugging her hard. I didn't want to say anything, I didn't want to start anything. I was just happy that she was here and very much real and alive. She smelt like rain and grass just like always. I was never sure what perfume she used but she never seemed to run out.
"I'm just… my partner stuff." My mom hugged me back and I felt the tears start to slip down my face. My mom just rubbed my back until I had stopped crying and got control of my breathing. I pulled away after a while and looked at her, she was just as beautiful as I remembered. Her green eyes were soft and bright and her lips were pulled into the smile I remembered so well.
"You've stayed clean though right? You've been doing so well. No relapses, not even with alcohol. I'm proud of you." I crinkled my nose slightly at the thought, feeling confusion wash over me for a moment, but I nodded and let my mom lead the way back to the table to sit down. James had set down the coffee and I eagerly pulled it into my hands. Everything was so weird and confusing, but I wasn't about to screw everything up by asking questions.
"Yeah, I have been… I was at the station all night though. I'm exhausted." I took a long sip of the coffee, looking between my mom and James. I noticed the wedding rings on both of their fingers and I chewed on my bottom lip, realizing that they were married. I smiled at the thought. It was weird but whatever was going on here, this had always been something I dreamt of, especially when I was younger.
"Well you should go home and nap, have a shower and relax before tonight's dinner." My mom smiled, her hair had been pulled back into a loose ponytail. She patted the back of my hand and waited for me to respond. I checked the clock on the stove, realizing that it had taken me almost three hours to get here and I've already spent basically another two hours just sitting here taking everything in.
"Dinner?" I questioned, tilting my head and studying her smooth face. I never wanted to let this moment go.
"Yeah, Alice has something big to tell us all." James explained briefly, while I finished my coffee and stood up.
"Alright… Uhm, could you send me the address again? So I can get there…" I ran a hand through my hair, swallowing hard and glanced between them again.
"Of course sweetie." James was the first to answer. They both gave me a hug before sending me out the door. "Tell Dean we say hi, and please talk to him about how you're feeling. He's always the one who understands best." I just nodded, though I was very confused about why they kept mentioning Dean, but I just went with the flow.
"Alright... I...I love you guys." I cleared my throat, moving out the door. I could feel the tears coming again. "I love you a lot."
"We love you too" They both said at the same time, almost in a harmony. I swallowed hard and waved at them again before returning to the car and starting the engine, frowning when I realized I had no idea where I was or where I was supposed to be living. I leaned back and listened to the car radio, realizing that if Dean was here I should probably find him. I had no idea where he would be, so driving around and finding the Impala would be my best option.
I only had to drive for a few minutes before I spotted the impala parked outside a huge house. I lifted my eyebrows as I parked in the driveway and got out, walking up to the door and knocking hard. "Dean?!"
I heard approaching footsteps before the door opened and Dean stared down at me, his face a bit more pale than usual, and eyes tired. "You could've just came in. The door is unlocked." He moved to the side to let me in and I stared up at him, tilting my head a bit.
"Why would I?" I frowned, pushing past him and looking up at the giant staircase in front of me before turning my gaze to the rest of the area around me. It was all huge and grand. Dean must be fucking rich if he was living here.
"You live here too." Dean sounded a little shocked as he moved around me so that he was standing between me and the living room. I kind of did a double take and stared at the back of his head, feeling my eyes going wide before I peered into the room, seeing the massive fireplace lined with framed photos.
"What do you mean I live here too?" I turned back to Dean, he was standing a lot closer now, making me a little uncomfortable. I couldn't help but think about why everyone wanted me to say hi to Dean for them. Dean cleared his throat, bringing me back out of my thoughts and I kicked off my shoes before following him into the living room and over to the mantle. Dean pointed towards the pictures on the fireplace and I walked over to the one picture that caught my attention. It was a wedding photo of me and Dean and all I could do was breathe out a "Holy shit." I turned to look at him and set down the picture, taking in a deep breath. "Well… I'm… I'm gunna get changed." I pushed past him and darted up the stairs, trying to keep my breathing under control. I walked past a massive bathroom and to the last door on the right, stopping outside and pushing it open. My eyes darting around the room, taking in all the features. It was huge and in a style that I loved. I hesitated before stepping in and looking around, tugging on the end of my low ponytail as I moved to the closet, my eyes widening when I opened it and realized that it was a walk in. It was all organized by size, colour, and style and took my breath away. It was definitely something I could do if I had the time, I was crazy about keeping things organized. I leaned against the door frame and sucked in another breath, forcing myself to stay steady as I walked in, pushing through the female, my, clothes and frowning when I realized that there were only skirts and dress shirts before I reached the dresses. There were no pants…..whatsoever. "What the fuck?!" I blurted out, looking again and groaning. My mom had said there was a dinner and Alice had something big to tell us, which probably meant that we should dress up. I clearly didn't own any nice pants so I sucked it up and went for the dresses, groaning softly as I picked out a light blue sundress that would match my eyes. I made quick work of changing and pulled my hair from the pony tail, grabbing some heels with another groan before moving to the bathroom. I had no idea what was going on or where I was and despite the thing I didn't really like, like not having Sirius, it was nice. My family was whole and even if it was Dean, I was married too, which I didn't really understand, but it was nice.
Dean's P.O.V.
Akuma had gone upstairs to change out of her work uniform and I wandered around the kitchen again, trying to locate anything that I could snack on before this whole dinner thing. I could hear her heels clicking on the stairs as she made her way down. She entered the kitchen slowly, trying not bring attention to her, I knew that she was uncomfortable in dresses but she did look really nice. After a long silence, I spoke.
"Alright well… this is kinda weird." I tapped my finger on the granite countertop. She nodded in response and then moved towards the coffee machine, giving me a quick look over before she started to make coffee. I walked over to the stools on the other side of the island counter and sat down, watching her carefully. I noticed that she was wearing a rather large diamond ring on her finger and I smiled to myself. Nicely done Dean, nicely done. I thought to myself, and I glanced down at my wedding ring, it was a solid gold colour with three small, thin cut, rectangular diamonds. It's wasn't as elaborate as Akuma's but it was a nice ring.
"So, we're married." She spoke, as if reading my mind.
"Yeah, for like almost two years...but we've been living together for almost seven." I had looked into our past, there had been what looked like a scrapbook that was kind of like a wedding gift from someone. It had articles and written stories and, according to this scrapbook, we had both ended up in rehab. Mine was for apparent alcoholism over something that had happened when I was a teen and Akuma had been addicted to a couple of drugs. I guess we still had some friends from there and they had added stories of how I had helped her with the harder withdrawals and we had become quick friends. It was all kind of sappy and I would definitely be lying if I said it hadn't pulled at a heart string and made me kinda giddy. I shifted my weight again and looked at the time. "Hey, we should try to go find this place."
"My mom gave me the address." Akuma cleared her throat, obviously she was emotional about her whole family situation, as was I, both of our mothers were alive and well.
"Your mom?" I questioned, remembering that her mother had died when she was young, like mine. Though she hadn't told me much about her mom, so it was kind of difficult to understand where she was coming from. For all I know, she could have died a normal death… well as normal as a young death could get. Either way it was hard to lose a mother at such a young age.
"Yeah… my dad… I mean Alice's Dad is alive too... they're married." Akuma's expression changed from sad to a lighter, happier grin. I had never seen her happy but never quite this happy...I didn't want to ruin this for her, but I knew that something was very wrong with this whole situation. I bit down on my lip, taking a moment before I said that something was wrong. We still had things to do, and I wasn't going to put her in a shitty mood for that.
"That's awesome…I, uh, I saw my mom too." Akuma stared at me for a moment before grinning wider. I was happy to see my mom, but I was concerned that this was all one big dream and that somehow Akuma got into my head. It was weird, her dream life overlapped with mine, or maybe it was all in my head and I was dreaming all of this on my own. Whatever it was it was starting to give me a headache, so I took a big drink of the coffee that Akuma had made for me.
"That's really great… did you see your dad?" She seems hesitant when she asked, maybe she was unsure about if my life was like hers? After all, I would want to have one big happy family right?
"No…" My voice dropped, I didn't know if I was disappointed in myself or just that she had mentioned my father. Akuma just nodded in response before going to set down her coffee cup on the counter. She wasn't paying attention and set it on the edge so it started to fall, though when she turned she didn't try to catch it, she just kind of held a hand out and watched it drop to the ground and smash. I stared at the mess on the floor for a moment before lifting my gaze to hers, meeting her wide eyes with my own. She had clearly thought she wouldn't need to physically catch it, she had her powers for that, but here she was apparently human. She put the pieces together and a strange, a way too happy smile crossed her face, making my heart hurt a bit. I swallowed hard and looked away. I had finally accepted her for who and what she was, she was actually kind of awesome with her powers and all, kind of like a superhero and if she was human then she was vulnerable; which worried me. I glanced down at my watch and stood up. "... We gotta go. Don't want to be late. Wanna take Sirius?"
"Dad still has him... I have a nice new Jaguar though… so let's take Baby. That car makes me uncomfortable." Akuma muttered, running a hand through her hair and moving away from the mess of coffee and glass on the floor. We'd have to clean it up later.
"Oh… alright…" I grabbed a jacket from the closet and handed it to Akuma, hoping that she liked the gesture, after all I was trying to be a gentlemen. Maybe this would put in a good word for myself. I knew that Akuma had been a little awkward around me since the whole drunk blow job, so I wanted to make her feel more comfortable with this whole situation. She smiled and pulled the jacket on as we exited the house. I followed her down to the impala, opening the door for her and let her get in first. Slipping into the driver's seat I gave her a smile before starting the car. I asked for the directions, in which she was almost overjoyed that I, a man, asked for directions.
We pulled up to the restaurant and parked, staring at each other for a moment before I asked in the most awkward way possible. "So, uh, are we supposed to hold hands or something? I mean like they think that we are married. Should be all couply and stuff?"
"Okay, you can hold my hand but we are not kissing." She laughed slightly before she got out of the car. I chuckled while nodding in agreement.
"Alright." Akuma took my hand and we walked in, noticing that my mom was already sitting at the table. I smiled and tugged Akuma in that general direction and I had just now realizes that I never told Akuma about the dinner. My eyes met with Sam's as we neared the table, I didn't see him before from the angle that I was in but I could see that he generally looked the same. Alice was seated beside him, no surprise there, but two other people sat beside them. I figured that they were Akuma and Alice's parents. They were chatting and laughing together when we sat down beside my mom. They all greeted us and continued making light conversation until the waitress came back with the appetizers and then taking our order.
"So Dean, how was Hong Kong? Did you get everything in order?" Akuma's dad asked and I nodded, not knowing what to say exactly.
"Yeah, everything is great. Glad to be home though." I smiled at Akuma and she looked at me and then to her dad, smiling back.
"And work is going good, Akuma? I'm sorry to hear about your partner." My mom breathed softly, her eyes soft as she reached across the table touched Akuma's hand for a moment before pulling away. "But congrats on the promotion to chief!"
"Thank you, and yes, everything is getting better." There was an awkward silence before the waitress came back with our food, we all took our orders and fell back into a silence. I studied Akuma's mothers face again, still stuck by how similar they looked. They had the same high cheek bones and dark hair and the only real difference was that Akuma's mom had more normal coloured skin and it was a bit more tan, as well as her bright green eyes rather than Akuma's bright blue ones. I swallowed my mouthful and shoveled another forkful of food into my mouth and tilted my head a bit when I noticed Akuma's mom looked as if she had remembered something exciting.
"Akuma, I almost forgot to ask, how was your ultrasound? Did you find out if the baby is a boy or a girl?" At that moment the water that I had been drinking sprayed all over the table and Akuma started to choke on her food.
"Oh my god, Akuma, you're pregnant?! Why didn't you tell me?" Alice squeaked, clapping her hands together quickly before reaching out and holding Akuma's hand, the small ginger's smile wide and eyes bright with excitement. I swallowed hard and took another drink of water, making sure that I actually swallowed it this time.
"What?!" Akuma and I looked at each other and then back to everyone else. Akuma's mom and my mom were both grinning and Sam looked a bit shocked but also a bit grumpy about it. I leaned back and thought for a moment for a reaction that they would expect.
"Uhm, it's surprise, we want it to be a surprise." I answered, keeping my voice steady as I looked back at Akuma, taking in her white face and wide eyes, though she returned Alice's smile.
"You changed your mind about knowing? Well good for you. What colour are you going to paint the nursery then?" My mom asked and I shrugged a bit, waiting to see if Akuma would reply first. I had no idea how to handle this situation. It was all so fucked up.
"I… I have to uh... pee." Akuma pushed her chair back and stood before turning and walking deeper into the restaurant. I watched her until I couldn't see her before turning and facing everyone again, offering a nervous smile.
"Uh… Akuma is the one picking that out. I suck with colours." I turned my gaze to Akuma's step father and bit down on my lip at the look he was giving me. It was a full out death glare, though I wasn't sure why. We were supposed to be married which clearly led to…. other things. He seemed a little over protective of Akuma, and by a bit I meant a LOT.
"Congratulations." Sam glanced at me for a second but then turned his attention back to Alice, she clapped her hands together as she let out a small giggle of approval. Soon after we had fallen into an awkward silence again Akuma got back, her face was still pale and her eyes were a bit red but she smiled at me softly as she sat down.
"So what do you guys have to tell us all?" She asked, meeting Alice's eyes.
"We're getting married." Alice blurted out, practically bouncing in her seat from excitement. I had assumed that her father would already know, as Sam would have probably asked him for permission. Though my mom and Akuma's mom seemed outrageously surprised, they both half screamed at Sam and Alice. I watched as Akuma got up and hugged Alice. I stood up after her and reached across the table to shake Sam's hand, I was proud of him, though he didn't seem to care what I thought.
"My goodness, this is the best birthday ever." Mary had squeaked out, clasping her hands over her mouth, tears in her eyes and I couldn't help but feel the pit in my stomach grow deeper. I was sure that I was going to bed with a bottle of gin tonight.