Home Is A Long Forgotten Concept

Chapter 12

"Mrs Winchester?" Came Sam's small voice.

Mary sniffled and looked down at the small kid huddled against her. "Yes, sweetie?"

"Are you sad because you don't think we're your Sam and Dean?" Sam asked.

"Of course not..." She shook her head.

"Because even if we're not your Sam and Dean, we still could be you Sam and Dean if you wanted us to be." Sam paused. "Please don't send us back to the group home, Mrs Winchester." Spoke his sad tone. "Dean didn't mean to get mad." He defended.

"Oh, sweetie." Mary began with a soft smile. "You and Dean don't have to be anything. You could still be you and we wouldn't love you any less." She explained. "And we're not going to send you back to the group home."

"You're not?" Sam looked up with a tearful expression that was laced with worry.

"No." She shook her head before pulling him closer.

"Thank you." He smiled, burying his head against her shoulder.

A groan could be heard as Mary and Bobby turned in an instant to see John flickering his eyes open.

"John?" Mary asked.

"Gah." He looked up at the three of them with a confused expression. "What happened?"

~~~

"What am I supposed to do?" John asked, once the events that took place during his possession had been explained to him. "The kid hates me. Dean's not exactly just gonna' shrug it off, he actually, genuinely hates me right now. And who blames him?!"

"John, you gotta' remember that none of this was you. And none of it was your fault." Bobby spoke up.

"Then who's fault was it?" John asked. "I was the one that wasn't strong enough the fight the ghost's possession. I should have been able to, but I couldn't."

"Don't be so hard on yourself." Bobby stated. "That ghost was a nasty son of a bitch."

"I still don't know how we're gonna' explain this to the boys." Mary added.

"You need to talk to Dean, John." Bobby stated.

"I'll be lucky if the kid will even be in the same room as me, nevermind talk to me." John sighed before standing up and walking out of the kitchen, making his way down the hallway to the living room.

Seeing John walk into the room, Sam's eyes widened before he began to shake Dean's arm. "De..."

Sam's fearful tone obviously triggered Dean's big brother senses as he was alert in seconds, clambering off the couch and standing between his little brother and John. "Dean...Sam..." John began but was cut off.

"Get away from my brother!" Dean shouted.

"Dean." Bobby walked into the room. "He just wants to talk."

"Why?"

"Because there are some things that you need to know." John explained.

"Like what?" Dean furrowed an eyebrow.

John sighed. "Sam...why don't you go and see Mary in the kitchen. She needs some help cleaning up."

Dean furrowed an eyebrow but turned to Sam and smiling reassuringly at him.

Sam then nodded before walking out of the room and down the hallway.

"So, what did you have to tell me?"

~~~

"Monsters?!" Dean scoffed. "You want us to believe that 'monsters' are real?" He asked.

"I know it's hard to get your head around..." John began.

"This is ridiculous! You're insane!"

"Dean..." Bobby cut in. "He's telling the truth."

Dean stopped and slowly turned to face Bobby. As he saw his expression, Dean knew that everything that John had just explained was true.

Bobby knew that the boy trusted him and therefore took his word over John's which was why an expression of realisation was appearing on Dean's face.

"Dean...when I said those things to you..." He paused. "I was possessed by a ghost." John stated.

"A ghost?" Dean's eyes widened. "You can get possessed by a ghost?"

John nodded. "And it wasn't just any ghost..." He sighed. "It was Graham."

"Graham?" Dean gasped with a panicked expression. "But he was dead. I killed him. I thought when he came back at that house...I thought that was it...You killed him? Didn't you?"

"I thought I had...but something's keeping him here. Some form of personal possession." John explained. "It would have be something he really cared about."

Dean stopped and thought for a few seconds. "He had this...ring with his initials on it." He stated.

"Do you know what happened it?"

Dean shrugged. "We got taken away from the house the day he died. I don't know what happened to him or his stuff after that."

John sighed. "Damn."

"But he was wearing it when he died." Dean added.

John immediately gained interest once again. "So there's a chance he could have been buried with it?"

"Probably." Dean nodded. "I mean, it was something he really cared about. Why wouldn't he have been buried with it on."

John smiled softly before placing a hand on his shoulder. "I really am sorry, Dean. I tried to break free from his possession but I wasn't strong enough." He apologised. "The things he said to you..." John paused. "They were horrible things...and most importantly, they weren't true."

"So that wasn't you talking?" Dean asked.

John shook his head. "No."

The kid still looked upset.

"Hey..." He spoke softly. "You're not weak, Dean. You are the strongest person I have ever met."

Dean scoffed quietly. "You're just saying that."

He shook his head. "Most adults would struggle to deal with what you went through, nevermind a kid." He stated. "You are fourteen years old, Dean. You've looked after your brother through impossible situations, you've been through things that most people could never imagine, and you're still standing." John smiled. "So no...I'm not just saying that. It's the truth."

"Thanks." Dean smiled. "And I wanna' help."

John furrowed an eyebrow. "What?"

"With the whole supernatural hunting thing, I wanna' help."

"Dean..." He began. "I'm not teaching you."

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"It's too dangerous."

"Well you just said I was the strongest person you've ever met." Dean stated, using John's own words against him. "I'm sure I can handle it."

Bobby smirked at the kid's response.

John turned to Bobby. "Don't just smirk, back me up here. It's too dangerous." He stated.

"Hey, I don't want the kid going out there anymore than you do, but if he knows the bare basics about the stuff than at least he can defend himself and his brother if anything ever happened." Bobby answered.

John turned back to Dean. "Research only."

"Fine." Dean smiled.

"And I mean only research, Dean."

"Okay, okay. I hear ya'." He grinned. "And you can't tell, Sam."

"Obviously." Bobby stated. "We weren't planning on it."

"Then it's settled then." Dean looked up at John. "So when do I start?"

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