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Title: The Way Things Were 2/?
Rating: R
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Disclaimer: I don't own them and I'm not making any money off this. Don't sue.
Summary: The war is over, and the Demons have won. Sammy's in hiding, and Dean's determined to find him, and bring him back where he belongs. On their side.
A/N: When I started writing this chapter, All Hell Breaks Loose hadn't yet been released. So, consider it a happy coincidence. Either that, or I'm psychic. *mystical voice* "I know what you're thinking... and you should be ashamed of yourself!"
Incidentally, AHBL part 2 is on tomorrow night! I will finally get to see it.
April, 2008
Dean Winchester stood in the middle of the road, debating whether or not to go through with it. The impala sat quietly a few metres away, gleaming in the moonlight. Dean drew in a breath, steeling himself, before bending down and wiping the dirt across the road so it covered - buried - the box in the direct centre of the crossroads.
The wind picked up around him briefly, before dying down just as quickly, and Dean knew that she was there.
“Well well well, if it isn’t Dean Winchester,” the demon said, coming up to him. “What do you want? I kept my end of our last bargain, if you recall.”
Dean swallowed, thinking of Sammy in the hospital. He had to do this. “I want to make a deal.”
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August, 2012
Sam Winchester was cooking dinner - wearing an apron - when his brother walked in the room, followed by a little girl and Zack. Dean took in his brother’s appearance quickly, noticing the longer than usual hair, the way the fringe fell into his eyes, hiding them. His tense posture also caught Dean’s attention. Sam was nervous.
“Hey, Sammy,” he said, carefully moving Rosie behind him. There was something about this situation that wasn’t making sense to him.
“Dean!” Sam said in surprise, dropping the spatula as he turned to look at Dean. Except the Sam Dean knew wouldn’t ever have dropped a weapon, no matter what the surprise. He picked it back up before speaking again. “Man, it’s been ages. How are you? Where have you been? How’s Dad?”
Dean froze at the question, “Dad?” he asked.
Behind him, Zack said quietly, “This is what I meant, Dean,” then to Sam he added, “Sam, your dad died five years ago.”
Sam scoffed. “No, he didn’t, the demon got too close and he went into hiding, and then when it was killed, Dad had to stay there. Didn’t he?” Sam turned pleading eyes on Dean.
“I’m sure, Sam, if he’s still out there, we’ll find him,” Dean said, hedging, and not answering the question.
Sam didn’t seem to notice though, “Good.” Sam turned back to meal he was making, and an awkward silence grew.
Rosie, it seemed, wasn’t used to long periods of silence. She darted out from behind Dean’s legs before he could grab her. “Are you my Uncle Sammy?” she asked, grinning up at Sam.
Sam put the spatula down, on purpose this time, and squatted down until he was at Rosie’s height. “I might be. It depends on who your daddy is?”
A blinding grin on her face - one that reminded Dean of Sammy, and got Rosie whatever she wanted - the little girl pointed at Dean.
Sam smiled at her. “Then, yes, I guess I’m your Uncle Sammy. And what’s your name?”
“Rosie Winchester!” Rosie said proudly, and Dean felt a sliver of pride travel down his spine at how well the names went together.
Sam looked sharply at Dean. “Rosie? From Salvation?” he asked. Dean just nodded. “What happened?”
Dean shook his head minutely, and Sam understood. Not here, not now. Not in front of Rosie. He nodded back, though his gaze clearly said he was going to find out later.
“Hey, Sam,” Zack said, “why don’t I finish cooking? You can get reacquainted with your family.”
Sam smiled, “Sure, thanks Zack.”
Dean looked at Rosie, raising an eyebrow, silently sending the girl a signal. Her eyes lit up and she turned to Sam.
“Uncle Sammy! Uncle Sammy!” she cried, grabbing his hand and dragging him from the room into what Dean assumed was a lounge room. Muffled noises from inside ensured Dean that Rosie was taking care of Sam, keeping his brother occupied. Dean turned back to Zack.
“Tell me what happened to Sam,” he demanded.
Zack took a deep breath, and that's when Dean realised, this could take a while.
TBC