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[wreckedwinchester]

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“you know you don’t have to stay at a motel when you’re in town, right? there’s always space for you here.” sam knew that dean had his weird little complex about getting in the way of sams family, but he didn’t seem to understand that he was an important part of the family. sam would never have gotten to this point in his life if it hadn’t been for dean. he’d always had his back, saved his life, brought him back to life. he’d seen him through hell and back. dean was a part of this family, no matter how often he was away. “should get her here for christmas, make a real occasion of it. you too. maybe i can convince cas to stay around for more than ten minutes at a time.” sam said, putting his chicken salad down on the coffee table. a proper family christmas, that would be nice. parker was old enough this year to really enjoy it, and understand the concept. sam would try and not ruin the christmas dinner. everyone together, and happy. sam watched dean and parker interact with a smile on his face, he was so glad that his brother had come back to visit, for her sake. “she misses you when you’re not here, you know?” he said, turning eyes onto dean. “when she hears your voice, or sees a picture of you.” 

“i sleep naked like a starfish since i stopped having to motel bunk with you.” he smirked, figuring that was enough to get sam to back up. dean appreciated the offer and maybe he’d take him up on it sometime but honestly, for him personally he felt ike he would be intruding a little. besides, he liked his own space, the freedom to drink till he passed out and leave empty bottles and take away packets on the floor without judgement. “yeah, we can roast one of the many creatures here on a stick over a big caveman fire and hope its mother doesn’t come to bite our asses while we’re drinking out eggnog.” he raised a brow. sam knew how he felt about this town, he only stayed here in intervals and it was only for sam. “she’s got alex and claire now, this town is the last place they should be. especially claire, she fancies herself the real-life buffy lately, been gettin; herself into all sorts of trouble.” he chuckled, mainly because it actually made him feel kinda like a proud dad. dean chomped on the last bite of his burger, turning his eyes to sam, then back to parker. he wanted to make a dumb comment about how she was too young to miss him, or really have any idea who he was other than a face on a mobile, but he didn’t. mainly because he liked to think it was true, that she did know who he was. “yeah, yeah, i get it. i’m not around enough.” dean sighed quietly. “i’ll work on it. by the time she starts talkin’ she gotta know how to say ‘burger good, salad bad’ and i’m thinkin it’s only me and gen who’s gonna teach her that.”

[wreckedwinchester]

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“well, at least let me look at your knee. to make me feel better.” sam said, turning patented puppy dog eyes on his older brother, the puppy dog eyes he knew dean had never been able to resist. honestly, sam couldn’t help but feel a little more guilt every time dean came back to him with an injury. he felt like he could have prevented it if he was with him. “so you’re gonna be here for a couple days, then?” he said, reaching over to pick up a chicken nugget that parker had dropped on the floor. it was good to know dean was planning on sticking around this time, he never knew whether it was just going to be just a flying visit, one night in and then back on the road. even after all these years, sam felt safest with his big brother by his side. 

“what? no. sammy, i’m fine.” he practically scoffed, taking another big bite from his burger before his eyes looked towards him. those friggin’ sad little brother eyes. dean rolled his own and slouched his shoulders. “alright, one look.” he scoffed, speaking with a mouth full of food, as he often did. his table manners were never the best no matter what company he was around. “yeah, i mean..” shrugging, he swallowed the food. “i booked the motel up for four days so i’ll be here at least that.” nodding. “besides, i got a lot to catch up on. all things you, gen and parker... and there’s some people here i like to check in with.” he was being vague. his brother didn’t need to know that there was a hunter here trying to track a demon. as messy as the town was, it did somewhat.. well, at least considering that over half the population was supernatural. “you talked to jodie lately? she’s been on my ass for months, she wants me to drag you all up to hers for a night. i mean, she’s playin’ it like she wants to see us but really she just wants to meet bubbles.” he nodded to parker, who was looking at him. he crossed his eyes and pulled a face that made her giggle, washing such a relaxed expression over his face, a rare look of contentment that only ever surfaced around those he really trusted. little parker was like a fresh air breeze, so innocent, so much life ahead of her, she was one of the reasons dean knew why he couldn’t stop hunting. it was to protect people, families like sam’s, it was all he knew.

[wreckedwinchester]

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sam rolled his eyes at deans cackle, stabbing a piece of lettuce with his fork and putting it into his mouth. “oh, nice.” eileen was a good hunter, and sam felt better knowing that dean was with someone who had his back. “what did it end up being?” he asked, raising his brows. whatever it had been, it had taken it out of dean, that much was obvious. sam had started to pick up on a kind of.. habit of deans. whenever a hunt had been particularly draining, or he’d been in the fight of his life, he came back to them. he wondered if dean knew he did that, or it he just subconsciously came to family. “you gonna let me do a full MOT after dinner? cause you know if you don’t let me, gen will make you. don’t think i didn’t see you limping when you came in.”

“she was asking after you. i told her you traded hunting for crappy diapers and puke. she seemed pleased.” as in, elieen, along with dean, was happy for sam, getting a mostly apple pie life after everything he had been through. grateful for the mouth full of food, he chewed and used the seconds to collect himself before he answered. “rugaru.” nodding, he shrugged. “we thought it was a wendigo at first. but we got it wrong.” and oh, both him and elieen paid for that mistake. the rugaru slaughtered his wife and his three children only minutes before they busted through the door after figuring it out. the sight was one of the many dean wouldn’t forget. just like it was one of the things he wouldn’t forgive himself for - he should have connected the dots sooner; he should have saved the wife and three children before the husband managed to turn on them. “he didn’t go down easy. nearly wiped elieen straight out of the ball park.” and by his own physical injuries, it showed that he nearly wiped dean out too. “yeah, you’d limp too if you had your knee cap was smashed with a hammer.” with an eye roll, he shook his head. “i’m fine. just need a couple days to recharge. maybe some more grease and a visit to the bar. you know if stacey still works at the grill? she was a good time. you know, friendly, i mean.” obviously that wasn’t what he meant at all. 

[wreckedwinchester]

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“yeah, but you’re also running from god knows what every day of the week. probably cancel each other out.” sam tried not to think about the hunts that dean was out there on his own, he’d tried to convince his brother on multiple occasions to find a partner to work with, but he’d made it pretty clear that he didn’t want anyone but his own brother sat beside him in the impala. sam grabbed two beers from the fridge and went back to the living room. “hey, babygirl. you gonna sit in your chair and eat your nugs.” they had recently upgraded from the highchair to a little plastic chair that they pushed up to the coffee table. it caused a lot of messes, but it was easier than hauling the big high chair around the house, depending on where they were eating. parkers response was to send one of her patented pouts his way and jump up and down on deans lap. “you should be careful, she’s gotten into the habit of climbing on my lap, she’s jumped on my crotch about ten times already. think she’s trying to make sure she’s an only child.” sam opened the bag and placed parkers food down in front of her chair, looking at her with raised eyebrows. “i’m not bringing it to you, so you’re gonna have to come get it.” parker pushed herself off the sofa on her stomach and paddled over to her chair, sitting down and grabbing a nugget. “good girl. i’ll get you some joo joo.” before he went back to kitchen to grab a juice box, he looked at dean and pointed a finger towards him. “not a word about the joo joo thing. it’s what she calls it. not a word.” once parker was settled with her food, he grabbed a fork and his own chicken salad and sat down beside dean. “so where you coming in from?”

“probably.” he hmpfed out a brief chuckle, that typical noise, half-laugh that he did when he didn’t want to elaborate, when he didn’t want to get into the things he was running from. hunting without sam was fine, hunting on his own was fine, but every now and then, a case didn’t go as planned... every so often, he lost and he ended up back here, at sams door, looking for a reminder of his family, of the reason he continued to hunt. his jaw was bruised, his knuckles were half-broken, bruised with dried out blood. he even walked with a little limp which he was sure sam noticed on his way in. “an only child, huh?” dean smirked towards parker who was shuffling and giggling in his lap as he tickled at her ribs. “maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. you know, only children get more presents. you remember that next time you sit on your dads lap.” he chuckled. it still sounded weird to him, referring to sam as a dad, but it was a pleasant feeling. his brother always wanted a family of his own and looking at parker, dean would never, ever deny how much he loved P too. “... no i wasn’t - i wasn’t gonna say anything.” dean lifted his brows and waited till he was passing before he shouted back. “hey sam, can you get me a joo joo, too?” he burst into mocking laughter as he unwrapped his burger. “uhh, oklahoma, you remember eileen? she needed help, i was near by.” 

[wreckedwinchester]

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“i dunno, the dozens of additives and the high sugar and fat content.” sam said with a roll of his eyes, closing the door after dean. he acted like the put out little brother, but really he was always thrilled when his big brother came to visit. when he had first told him that he was hitting the road, it had come as a bit of shock to sam, and he had almost wanted to beg him to stay, but then he’d realised that was selfish of him and dean was never a home bird. they always kept in touch, and sam always had a bag packed in the trunk of the car so that if dean ever sent out and S.O.S, he’d be the first one on the road. 

parker was wriggling in his arms, he put her down on the floor. “go give uncle dean cuddles.” he said, watching her little legs waddle over to where he’d sat down. parker where was getting their with words, she could say mummy and dada, but ‘uncle dean’ was a bit too much for her to get tongue around. “ca’ ca’!” she said, grabbing a hold of deans pant leg to try and clamber on top of him. thanks to the magic of technology, they facetimed as much as possible, more for parkers sake than his own, he didn’t want his daughter to forget her uncles face. 

“chicken nuggets are fine, she might take the banana bread and try and mold people out of it though, so that’ll be your job to clean up.” he said with a chuckle, rolling up the sleeves on his plaid shirt. “gen’s out with the dogs, she had to deal with a poop emergency this morning while i was on a run, and decided she was taking the afternoon off. you want a beer?” he asked dean, moving towards the kitchen and the big freestanding smeg fridge. 

“i eat all the sugar all day and look at me, picture of health. don’t you listen to him, burgers are the holy grail, bacon is good and people don’t eat rabbit food.” he spoke to parker, as if she could understand him. he knew once she was a little older sam wouldn’t be pleased if he taught her any bad habits. he knew he would have to get his language in check too. how hard could not swearing be, anyway? 

a warm grin broke out on his face, one he reserved only for family. “come here, jellyfish.” leaning forward with his hands open ready to sweep her up, it was hard to hide the fact he’d been itching to hold her since he walked through the door. he’d never have his own but having a niece was enough. more than. he was proud of sam and what he’d done with his life. “ca ca? close enough. let’s teach you to say impala then i’ll be impressed.” picking her up, he was gentle, careful not to squeeze her too hard. 

“don’t act like that’s not what banana bread is for, what are you, a grown man?” he chuckled, tipping his head in a nod at the offer for a beer. “hey, little one.” dean looked down, smiling at the life in his hold. a warm chuckle rumbled his chest when parker hugged him. there was something so soft and pure about it, something that made the tension in his shoulders slip away. “yeah, i missed you too, kid.” 

[wreckedwinchester]

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sam heard the knock on the door and then the familiar sound of his brothers voice from upstairs as he finished changing parkers diaper. “impatient son of a..” he murmured to himself as he finished pulling up parkers leggings. he placed her on his hip and headed downstairs, opening the door with an exasperated expression on his face. “you know if you actually called ahead of time, i’d be ready by the time you got here.” he used his free hand to push his hair back from his face. parkers toys were strewn all over the place, there was a couple dishes from last nights dinner still in the sink and sams paperwork was spread all over the dining table. whenever he wasn’t working at the rescue centre, he was busy working on sending out information to up and coming hunters. people had started to refer to him as the ‘new bobby’, but he knew he’d never be as good as him. “and if you’ve brought parker another happy meal, i’ve already told you she’s not eating it.”

“yeah but that takes the prize out of surprise.” his eyes floated over to his niece and his features softened as he saw her smiling. he lifted his free hand to tickle her cheek and poke her nose. “she’s gotten huge.” dean was tempted to hold his hands out and take a hold of her but he would wait. until sam offered or maybe even if she came to him on his own. he strolled into the home and put the bag of food on the table. “what’s wrong with a happy meal? it’s a meal and it’s happy what’s not to love?” pulling a face, he planted his backside on the sofa and looked around. “where’s the wife?” he asked, pointing to the bag. “the greasy burgers are ours. i got you a chicken salad and some nuggets and banana bread for the kid. i wasn’t sure what she likes.” he shrugged. dean knew he needed to check in more frequently and not just after a bad hunt brought him here to remind him why he continued to fight. 

[wreckedwinchester]

The impala pulled into the drive of his brothers home; it was an unexpected visit, as they usually were. He was proud of his little brother, forming a life, making a home, doing what he wanted to do. Personally, he could never give up the life. It always kept him on the road, drifting from city to town, solving mysteries and hunting things. “Rise and shine, Sammy.” Dean yelled as he knocked again. “Come on, open up. I brought gifts and my niece needs to learn now rather than later that kale is not a meal.” Chuckling, he shifted footing and awaited the door opening. @ofplaidiisms

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Episode 15.02 | Raising Hell