Practical Magic [Chapter Two - Part Two]
Title: Practical Magic
Author: Demira_Watson
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Adam/Michael, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel, Ellen/Bobby, Jo/OFC, Past Sam/Jessica, Dean/Lisa and a side order of Adam/Gordon
Chapter Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing, Character Death, brief mention of Sex
Word Count: 12013
Disclaimer: The characters in this fanfiction belong to Eric Kripke and the Supernatural team. Unrecognizable characters belong to me and can not be used without permission.
Summary: When Dean bashes Gordon’s head in with the nearest kitchen utensil (a frying pan of all things) he’s not nearly prepared for the consequences he unleashes on his family and now he has to contend with three (smoking hot) FBI agents and a family curse intent on ripping his and his brother’s hearts out.
Practical Magic | Chapter Two - Part Two |
[Chapter Two - Part One]
The bright glares of the other cars speeding along the highway seemed to mock Dean. They didn’t have any frightened beaten up siblings being held at gun point in the back seat by their evil ex-boyfriends who were defiantly being turned into a shit for sure. Dean’s white knuckled grip on the trashy corded wheel was increasing with every mile and every whimper Adam made in protest of a jerk or twist of his limbs as the ramshackle vehicle hit another pothole or Gordon twitched the wrong way. The eldest Winchester just tried to imagine the thin steering wheel as Gordon’s neck as he tightened his grip and heard the leather groan unhappily underneath his fingertips.
Sam’s gigantic frame was folded into the tiny space that acted as the front passenger seat of the car. The middle child of Winchester flock was defiantly going to feel that contortionist move the morning after and that was yet another pain Dean added to his ‘Why I hate Gordon with the fiery passion of a few burning suns’ list.
“So where are we going?” Dean asked aiming for nonchalant but instead the words barely made it past his gritted teeth and sounded more like a growl.
“Keep driving.” Gordon replied smirking as Dean glared at him in the rear-view mirror. Dean caught Adam’s frightened and apologetic bright blue eyes with his own and tried to relay the fact that Dean wasn’t mad at him, that this fucked up situation wasn’t Adam’s fault and that he loved his scruffy blonde haired younger brother so much that he wasn’t letting him off the Island ever again. Adam’s eyes glistened slightly with unsheathed tears so Dean assumed that the message had been received.
“So you’re warlocks then…” Gordon spoke up after three more miles passed them by in a blur of bright lights and white lines on the dark asphalt. Dean tensed under the smug look that Gordon fixed them with. So that’s why Adam’s not-so-fairytale life had spontaneously combusted all of a sudden.
“Yeah we are…be afraid, be very afraid.” Dean muttered darkly adding the ‘magic fingers’ just for effect. He saw Sam’s dark smirk out of the corner of his eye. Gordon chuckled darkly with no sign of fear in his posture or eyes and Dean was mildly worried. Most people when faced with a real life warlock were terrified, they didn’t chuckle.
“Did we amuse you Gordon? Or do you have a death wish?” Dean asked snapping at the dark man.
“If you could have done something to stop me…I’d already be dead. So no, you don’t frighten me Dean. I have you right where I want you.” Gordon whispered threateningly as he lazily wrapped an arm around Adam’s shivering shoulders. Gordon smiled revealing two rows of perfectly white teeth and Dean wanted to reach into the back seat and rip Gordon’s lungs out with his bare hands.
“And where exactly is that?” Sam asked glaring into the dark and avoiding eye contact with their kidnapper. Dean could sense that Sam was close to just turning around and tearing off Gordon’s face. Dean missed Gordon’s reply as Adam caught his attention in the mirror.
His youngest sibling moved his mirror image in the tiny murky rear-view window. He jerked forward like a puppet on a string and stared at Dean, his bright blue eyes almost glowing.
“The Belladonna it’s in my bag. Take his bottle…” Adam’s voice whispered in Dean’s mind.
Dean nodded minutely as he smirked. He caught Sam’s eye and passed on the message. Sam’s tiny nod went unnoticed by Gordon who had continued his evil bad guy cliché monologue despite the fact that the three magical inclined siblings were plotting the bastard’s demise.
“…So we’ll have a little fun.” Gordon finally finished and Dean faked snored making the dark skinned man glare ominously at the back his head.
“Wow that was unimaginative and boring. You got anything to drink back there? This whole Bond villain gag needs more alcohol.” Dean nattered on watching Sam carefully and inconspicuously feel around Adam’s light green duffel bag. Adam had managed to grab the fraying bag during his daring escape from his shared apartment along with; his wallet, his phone and the car keys…but apparently missing his shoes on the way out. Sam gently pulled the small bottle from the bag and pushed it across the front seat to Dean with the tips of his fingers.
“What makes you think that you deserve to drink from the same bottle as me monster?” Gordon questioned as he cheekily took a deep swig of his Jack Daniel’s bottle that had been resting in the foot-well obviously discarded from another car ride. Dean decided that sarcasm wasn’t getting him what he wanted so time to try a new approach.
Dean just hoped his younger brothers gained fair warning through the link they shared. He swerved the car into oncoming traffic relishing in Gordon’s shock as he pushed the gas pedal down. The little red needle signalling speed, sky rocketed around the semi-circle.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Gordon yelled. Dean smiled cockily.
“Give me the booze and I’ll stop!” Dean demanded as the cars coming towards him swerved into the other lanes their horns blaring noisily.
“Alright! Here!” Gordon yelled as he practically threw the amber liquid bottle into the front of the car. Dean snagged the bottle as he pulled back into the correct lane and released the pressure on the gas pedal allowing the fitting needle to settle at a respectable forty miles an hour.
“Try that again Winchester and I’ll shoot Adam here and now.” Gordon lent forward to whisper menacingly in Dean’s ear and the eldest Winchester gritted his teeth against the spew of angry words he wanted to yell. Dean took a swig and grudgingly admired Gordon’s taste in liquor. Sam occupied Gordon by asking him stupid questions usually reserved for small children when on long journeys and bored. Gordon accepted these questions with as much grace as a tired parent who’s been asked the same question thirty times in the space of thirty miles. Dean didn’t care that the bastard was annoyed, he was about to take a nap and wake up as toad shaped shit.
The eldest Winchester tucked the bottle of Jack in between his legs as he unscrewed the lid on the Belladonna and dumped a large amount of the flaky substance into the warm alcohol. All of this with one hand and his eyes firmly on the road. Dean applauded himself on multi-tasking. Now the asshole just had to drink the drugged liquid.
“This is shit. Keep it.” Dean yelled above the rising argument Sam had begun about Hostage rights. Gordon snatched the bottle out of Dean’s lose grip and downed a third of the remaining alcohol in one swallow. Dean smirked slightly as Gordon’s drowned his annoyance in Jack Daniels and watched the miles blur by as he waited.
“Did you give him enough?” Sam muttered as he tried to un-cramp his muscles with little success.
“I gave him plenty, he should be counting sheep by now.” Dean snapped back as he drummed out a tune on the steering wheel with his fingers. He turned to check the side mirror again and sneered as Gordon continued pissing a couple of meters behind the car. The bastard had demanded the keys after he’d directed Dean to drive down a bumpy service road until they were hidden behind a small forest. Sam was wincing as he massaged his legs whilst Adam was biting his bottem lip nervously in the back. In the harsh light of the overhead bulb Adam’s brusies looked even worse then they did in the dark motel that seemed like a distant memory.
“I don’t think you gave him enough Dean…Gordon’s pretty strong. When I drugged him I had-.”
“Wait! You had to drug your boyfriend?” Dean twisted in his seat to look at his younger brother in accusation.
“I needed to sleep some time…” Adam muttered sheepishly. Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked at Sam and the long haired lawyer just shook his head in disbelief.
“And that wasn’t a warning sign for you?” Dean asked. Adam ducked his head as a deep crimson blush stained his purple and blue cheeks.
“Guys, bigger problems.” Adam whined. Dean rolled his eyes as he faced forward again mercifully dropping the subject. “Are you sure that you gave him enough?”
“For the last time, yes! I didn’t exactly have a measuring spoon on hand you know! But he should be out by now!” Dean defended as he glared at Gordon’s figure in the dirty mirror. His brother’s shut up understanding that Dean was officially bouncing on his last nerve. If the drugs didn’t kick in soon, Dean needed a new plan. Preferably one that didn’t involve running the car off the road like he’d been tempted to do for the past few miles.
Dawn was breaking through the tree line and Dean figured their Uncle and Aunt were probably starting to worry about them. They last talked once Dean and Sam had exited the airport and that had been hours ago. No doubt Bobby would be calling the local Police in case they really had been arrested soon.
The three Winchester’s jumped as Gordon unlocked the back door and slid into the car like a snake. The dark skinned man was pretty drunk but no less deadly and Dean knew not to underestimate the colossal asshole that his youngest sibling had been dating for the past year.
“You tricked me…” Gordon slurred as he approached Adam’s shivering frame on the other side of the car. Dean watched Gordon’s movements carefully, mentally running through the idea of grabbing the gun neatly tucked into the back of Gordon’s jeans.
“No Gordon I didn’t. Come on babe, we had something good.” Adam pleaded.
“We did. But it was a lie. You cast a spell on me, you’re nothing but a monster.” Gordon snarled. Adam was shaking his head.
“No I didn’t! Gordon please- Gordon!” Dean swore violently as Gordon moved lightning fast and wrapped his large hands around Adam’s thin neck. The car jerked with their combinded movements. Dean launched himself over the front seat and onto Gordon’s back narrowly missing breaking his legs on the steering colum. Sam stretched painfully over the seat to try and loosen Gordon’s grip as Dean beat the shit out of neck, spine, arms, anything his fists could reach. Adam wheezed and coughed as he tried to suck in enough air to power his body with little luck.
“LET HIM GO ASSHOLE!” Dean yelled as he pummelled his fists against Gordon’s body.
Gordon’s grip didn’t loosen under the united attack of the Winchester brothers. Adam’s sight began to darken as his lungs burned. The youngest Winchester’s life flashed before his eyes in a collection of broken images. All of which featured his oldest siblings. Dean’s cocky smile and confident swagger, Sam’s dimpled grin and warm eyes. His family in a snapshot of their greatest hits through the years. Adam regretted leaving the Island, it was clear now that he belonged in a huge warm family home surrounded by his freaky siblings and his adorable nephews and an Aunt and Uncle with warm (slightly exasperated) smiles.
Suddenly Adam could breathe again. He gulped down a huge lungful of sweet air as his vision cleared slightly. Gordon was slumped over his chest not even twitching whilst Dean continued his barrage of furious fists unaware that his victim was no longer conscious.
“Dean…” Adam coughed as his voice barely passed for a whisper. “Dean! Dean stop he’s out!”
His eldest brother panted through his exertion. Dean’s hand clamped around the back of Adam’s head, his fingers tangling in the spiky strands of blonde hair.
“You ok kid?” Dean whispered as he steadied his breathing. Relief flooded through their bond and Adam smiled at his big brother.
“Yeah.” Adam replied as Dean nodded and released his hold on Adam’s head. Sam’s cheeks were tear stained as he sniffled quietly in the front.
“Let’s get this dick off of you shall we?” Dean’s cocky smile was back as he shoved his fear back into the deep recesses of his heart and yanked the heavy weight of Adam’s ex off of his youngest sibling.
“Holy shit!” Adam yelled as he looked into the cold dead eyes of Gordon Walker.
One lame and useless attempt at CPR later and Adam was wondering if prayer was a viable option for the shit-storm he and his brother’s were now centre stage in.
Gordon’s lifeless body was laid out across the back seat of his car as the brother’s passed a warm beer Dean had found back and forth as they sat side by side on the hood.
“What now?” Adam posed as he took a sip of the bitter alcohol Sam shoved into his hand.
“How the fuck do I know, there isn’t a manual for this shit! There’s no ‘The Idiot’s Guide to Murdering Your Brother’s Ex’!” Dean yelled as he waved his hand around the air like the problem was a bad stink he could wave off.
“We could go to the police.” Adam provided. Dean snorted as he stole the small can from Adam’s hand.
“And say what exactly?” Dean asked sarcasm lacing his tone.
“My Boyfriend tried to beat me to death and then kidnapped me and my brothers. It was self defence.” Adam glared at Dean.
“So Sammy how long would we get for Manslaughter?” Dean turned to their quiet brother.
“Five to Ten years depending on the Judge, Jury and how they want to spin it…” Sam muttered. Dean gave Adam a look that clearly said ‘See!’.
“Well then what do you think we should do Mr Smart Ass!” Adam snapped at his eldest brother. Dean took a leisurely sip of his beer as he took a moment to collect his thoughts.
“We bury the bastard and torch the car. When the police come looking for him, we say that we know nothing and that we last saw him the night he beat you up. Easy.” Dean said smugly. Adam glared.
“The footage from the security cameras at the motel will show we were in the car with Gordon. Sorry Dean but that plan still ends with us in front of a Jury.” Sam muttered as he continued to stare at the road beneath his feet. It was Adam’s turn to give Dean a look.
“Fuck…Any bright idea’s you want to add Sammy?” Dean asked as he shoved the can into his taller brothers hands grumpily. Sam moved the can to his lips on auto-pilot.
“God my sons will have to visit me in jail…” Sam mumbled as he downed the last of the beer. Adam flinched as Dean rubbed the back of his neck. They’d forgotten their nephews momentarily. Sam buried his head in his hands as Dean tried to reassure the giant of the Winchester line that they’d figure this out. Adam watched them guilty. If he hadn’t have called them they wouldn’t be in this mess. Heck Dean was right, having to drug his boyfriend to get some shut eye on occasion should have been a giant red flag and he’d ignored it. And now his siblings were going to jail, his nephews would have to deal with a whole new level of bullying and all for what? So Adam could have someone to come home too. He had that once and he threw it away whilst he wandered the country like a modern day Moses. Adam forced the tears back as he tried to save his brothers from the mess that he created.
He wished his Dad was here…He had a feeling that John Winchester might know what to…A light bulb burst into life inside Adam’s mind.
“I have an idea!” Adam yelled as he jumped off the hood of the car and rounded on his brothers. Dean looked mildly confused and Sam just looked so pathetically hopeful that Adam hoped they wouldn’t shoot down his idea.
“Spill it kid.” Dean said with trepidation.
“Remember when Mum and Dad died? Sam found a spell that could bring someone back from the dead in the family Grimoire.” Adam trailed off as he watching his siblings land on the same wavelength. Dean’s face morphed into a stern glare.
“Hell no!” Dean stated.
“But Dean! This is our chance!” Adam pleaded.
“No means no Adam…You heard Aunt Ellen ‘What’s dead should stay dead’. Anyway he’d come back as something dark and unnatural.” Dean listed as he crossed his arms. Adam could see he was losing Dean fast.
“He already is dark and unnatural! It’s not like I’m going date him again! We just need him with a pulse!” Adam fired back.
“No Adam!” Dean shouted.
“So do you want to tell Jensen and Jared that their Daddy is going to Jail or shall I?” Adam raised an eyebrow knowing that this would win him the argument. When it came to family, Dean would always choose the stupid and reckless option to save them. Adam watched as Dean’s stern resolve crumbled.
It took two days of driving with a ripe corpse in the trunk before Dean sighed with relief at the sight of their childhood home rising out of the surrounding woods. They’d phoned Bobby to tell them everything was fine and they’d retrieved their wayward brother and were returning home. Dean made the call because Sam sucked at lying to their surrogate father and Adam’s throat was still sore from Gordon’s attempt to strangle the life out of him.
Bobby and Ellen had taken the twins to a Coven meeting out of town so the house was mercifully empty. None of the siblings wanted to explain to their Aunt why they had dead body on her kitchen table. One homicide was more then enough thank you very much.
“Sammy get the book. Adam…Just…Sit over there.” Dean ordered as he surveyed the catastrophe waiting to happen. His brothers did as they were told knowing now was not the time to test Dean’s patience. Dean knew Adam felt guilty for the fuck up that had landed squarely in their laps, he knew the youngest of them also felt guilty for pushing Dean into this plan but Dean could admit there didn’t appear to be any other option and he really didn’t want to see either of his siblings behind bars. Besides, I quick spell and a few drugs and they could send Gordon on his merry way and never see the bastard again. Adam assured Dean that he’d never told Gordon where he was from, in fact the night Adam had the shit kicked out of him was the only time he’d mentioned having siblings. He wasn’t sure that Gordon even knew his last name.
Dean was defiantly sitting his brother down and talking to him about trusting his instincts instead of his dick from then on. Obviously Adam hadn’t trusted Gordon on some level or else the dead prick on the Ellen’s prized mahogany kitchen table would have known more about the youngest Winchester.
Sam dropped the heavy Grimoire on the table next to Gordon’s decomposing form. He flicked through the weathered pages looking for the dark spell their Aunt and Uncle had labelled as ‘off limits for all eternity’. Dean glared at Adam who was currently trying to make himself as small as possible in the corner of the room. When a spell was labelled like that it generally meant ‘do not fuck with in any situation’ and sometimes (despite what everyone though to the contrary) Dean actually listened and abided by the rules. Not often and usually in extreme cases…Dean was placing this particular fuck-up under ‘extreme’.
“Ok we need something white to draw a pentangle on his chest. We also need white sage to burn and Dad’s old tools.” Sam listed as his finger moved down the page. Dean nodded. This may be a seriously bad situation but his brother’s needed him so Dean shoved his inner Jiminy Cricket aside and stepped into his usual big brother role.
“Adam find something to draw the pentangle with, Sam go grab Dad’s tools. I’ll nab some sage from the greenhouse.” Dean ordered over his shoulder as he headed to the glass room.
Once everything was in place Dean and Sam took up position on either side of Gordon’s body. Adam was told to stay in the corner of the room in case things got dicey. His skin still felt tight with bruises making moving a chore and the spell called for easy and graceful movement so Adam was vetoed from the casting seen as he was about as graceful as a drunk swan. Adam did not pout as he was pushed out of the way.
Sam instructed Dean on the hand movements and sounds as they waved the sage smoke over Gordon’s lifeless corpse. Dean was tense and every movement screamed that he didn’t want to do this. Sam was more relaxed and Adam figured it was because the alternative option was Jail time and that meant letting down the twins yet again. Something his older brother had probably sworn he wouldn’t do ever again.
“Ok that’s good enough. Right now we need to cast the spell and…shove the needles through his eyes…” Sam grimaced and paled considerably. Adam didn’t blame him.
“We gotta what?” Dean blanched.
“Needles, eyes. Let’s just get this over with.” Sam waved off Dean’s squeamish concerns as he picked up one of the needles. The wind howled ominously outside as the storm picked up. When they’d driven up the gravel driveway there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky, now there was rain and wind and Adam absently thought that maybe this was a sign.
“Repeat after me: Black as Night, Erase Death from our sight, White as Light, Mighty Hectate make it right.” Sam read and Dean nodded along mumbling the words as he memorised the spell.
“Ok…Ready?” Dean asked. Sam nodded and peered through the sage smoke to his brother in the corner.
“You sure about this?” Sam asked.
“Only option we have…” Adam replied knowing it wasn’t really a great answer but the only one they had. Sam nodded in understanding and locked eyes with Dean.
The power of their bloodline flowed between them. The candles flickered as the smoky essence of sage surrounded them in a circle of magic.
“Black as Night,
Erase Death from our sight,
White as Light,
Mighty Hectate make it right…”
Their voices clambered together like multiple whispers carried on a breeze as they chanted. The power rose like an orchestra reaching a wondrous climax as the candle light brightened and the thunder rolled outside. Goosebumps covered every inch of Adam as the tiny hairs on his skin reached out to the magic like he’d been electrified. His brother’s voices swayed back and forth as the words became unrecognizable. Adam clamped his hands over his ears as the volume of the increased until it felt like the spell was echoing in his very bones and then…silence.
Sam and Dean shuffled back from the table with shocked expressions. Adam shakily approached trying to see what had his elder siblings so worried.
Adam gasped softly, the sound echoed in the utter stillness that had settled over the room like a living entity.
Gordon’s eyes were open.
“Gordon’s alive!” Dean forcefully chuckled, a shaky smile tipped his mouth.
“Gordon?” Adam asked and stood stone still as cold chocolate eyes locked with his. Gordon hadn’t moved except for the shallow rise and fall of his bare chest. Adam opened his mouth ready to ask if he was ok when faster then the lightning that struck across the sky, Gordon lept from the table and grabbed Adam.
Adam had a hysterical thought of De Ja Vú as Gordon’s hands once again wrapped tightly around his throat. Sam was closet and immdeatily took up Dean’s idea of beating up Gordon until he let go.
“Monster! You have to die!” Gordon growled as his grip tightened. Up close Adam could see the burst blood vessels in Gordon’s eyes that made him look even more deadly, like a junkie who hadn’t had their fix. Sam had given up being violent and had moved on to pulling at Gordon’s large hands trying to relinquish their hold around Adam’s bruised trachea.
The vibrartion of the frying pan connecting with Gordon’s head echoed through Adam’s bones. The loud twang as the kitchen utensil connected again with Gordon’s bald head ricocheted through the empty house. Dean swung one last time with all of his strength and was rewarded with Gordon’s corpse falling to the floor. A puddle of blood began to pool around Gordon’s head like a demonised Halo.
“You have the worst taste in men.” Sam panted as the three siblings looked down at Gordon’s broken frame.
Dean’s grey shirt, blue denim jeans and solid leather work boots where caked with mud and soaked through as the rain continued to pour over the siblings as they dug a shallow grave in the garden. Sam’s blue plaid shirt was almost see through as it clung to his chest, his shoulder length long hair was plastered to his skin and coated in mud as he shovelled the soaking slimy mixture out of the way. Adam had even gotten down on his hands and knees to hold back the small mountain of wet dirt so that didn’t fall back into the tiny hole his brothers were making.
He shivered continuously as they huffed and panted with exhaustion. Finally Dean threw his shovel out of the hole and dragged himself across the grass as he levered himself out. Sam followed with more finesse. The three Winchester’s rolled the bloody corpse of Gordon Walker into the ditch and sighed heavily before beginning the task of refilling the ditch and burying the nightmare that had been their lives for the past few days.
“Guys, I just want you to know. You’re the best big brothers anyone could ever ask for.” Adam offered as he pushed some of the mud mountain back into the ditch.
“We know.” Dean replied as he shovelled some more dirt. His muscles ached, his head hurt and he’d had enough surprises to last him a lifetime. “You owe us big! Like seventy two sluts big!”
“Duly noted. You want beer with that.” Adam chuckled.
“Fuck yes.” Dean replied finally relaxing as his brothers laughed freely in the rain.
The next day all that remained of their ill adventure was a hardly-working car, some mud caked clothes and Adam’s fading bruises.
Dean sighed in relief as it looked like their lives might just remain intact. The Winchester luck was usually terrible but as Dean surveyed his younger brothers each fresh and clean and nursing black coffees, he wondered if their bad luck had reached its yearly quota some time in between the first twang of the frying pan he wielded against Gordon’s head and the third.
Either way the new day brought with it a sense of peace that Dean hadn’t felt in a long time. The restless wander-lust that piggy-backed on whatever emotion Adam passed through link was gone. His youngest brother was staying. Dean and Sam shared a relived look over their coffees at that fact. Dean was sure to have a heart attack if Adam turned round after this whole fiasco and said that he still wanted to live in the big wide world outside the Island. Thankfully his youngest brother seemed content as he sipped his black heavenly liquid noisily.
They’d yet to change from the light grey sweats and t-shirts they’d thrown on the night before and were quite happy to remain in the comfy attire as they settled into the normality of their quiet life again.
“What do we tell Uncle Bobby and Aunt Ellen?” Adam asked. Dean sighed, so much for enjoying the moment.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Dean replied. Adam looked a little torn at that comment but bended to his elder brother’s idea. It was the least he could do after the cluster-fuck he dragged to their door.
“And the car?” Adam questioned.
“Take it apart and sell the stuff we can salvage.” Dean shrugged.
“Ok so that’s all covered…What do I do now? I think it’s pretty obvious I’m staying on the Island…that is if you want me here. I understand if you don’t want me here. I mean I screwed up pretty badly-.” Adam kept his eyes lowered and watched as his spoon stirred the black liquid without his help.
“Kid. Shut up. You’re family, heck you’re our baby brother. You’re staying and so help me god Ash is going to background checks on all your future girlfriends and boyfriends. Face it kid you’re stuck with your overbearing, overprotective older brothers.” Dean smiled openly and Adam grinned in return.
“You can always work with me. I could use some help at the office if you don’t mind minimum wage.” Sam offered with a huge smile.
“Sure I’d love too.” Adam finished his coffee with a light heart and a smile on his face.
The rumble of Bobby’s old reliable truck ambling up the driveway alerted the siblings to the return of the rest of their family. Adam shuffled back and forth on the spot as he shoved his sweaty hands into his jeans pockets.
“Relax everything will be fine.” Dean reassured him as he swung an arm around his shoulders. Adam bit at his bottom lip nervously as he watched his Aunt and Uncle lift his nephews from the truck. The twins darted up the path the moment they were loose and barrelled in the front door heading straight towards their father’s legs. Sam let out and ‘oof’ as he caught the excitable five year olds.
“Dad! The coven meeting was awesome!” Jensen yelled.
“It was so cool, there was dancing and music and at the end we all danced under the full moon naked!” Jared shouted. Sam knelt down as he hugged the twins close whilst they rambled on about their trip.
Adam noted the changes in his nephews. How Jensen was slightly taller then Jared and how much he looked like Dean where as Jared looked more like Sam when he was younger. The boys were dressed in white t-shirts and washed out denim jeans with grass stains around their knees and they bounced up and down in their father’s arms with unreserved energy. When the twins spotted Adam hiding slightly behind Dean he gulped.
“Uncle Adam!” They shouted in unison and bounded over to him.
“Wow! Look how tall you boys are!” Adam smiled widely as he wrapped his nephews in his arms.
“I’m taller!” Jensen grinned as Jared pouted at being reminded of the fact.
“Yeah and your louder too brat.” Bobby chimed in as he and Ellen entered their home. Adam stood up again and felt anxious.
“Hi Uncle Bobby, Aunt Ellen. It’s good to see you again.” Adam waved shyly. Bobby snorted before he closed the space between them and wrapped the youngest Winchester in a tight bone-crushing hug.
“It’s good to have you back son.” Bobby whispered into Adam’s ear his voice thick with emotion. Bobby released Adam with a hefty pat on his bruised arm that brought new tears to Adam’s eyes that had nothing to do with the joy of being reunited with his Uncle. Bobby frowned at the bandages hidden under the long sleeved grey top Adam had nicked from Dean. “Let’s get some Mugwort on that…Have you cleared up in no time.” Adam nodded. Ellen stepped into Bobby’s place and wrapped her arms lightly around Adam’s thin frame.
“Who ever did this will get what they deserve. Don’t you worry about that.” She offered with a soft smile as she laid a hand on his cheek. Adam smiled shakily. “Come on a home cooked meal is just what you need. You’re far too skinny boy.”
The family laughed as they moved to the kitchen to begin cooking up a storm, never noticing Jensen glued to the living room window watching the new rose bush that was growing in the garden with a frown on his soft features.
[Chapter Three - Part One]