Author's Note: This chapter features Dean's POV of the events that happened in the last chapter.
I knew I was screwed as soon as I had heard the guy shout. Why was everyone such a good citizen. Surely the country had worse problems than a 14 year old stealing a dollar candy bar from a crappy grocery store.
The guy was over in an instant, grabbing my wrist.
I winced slightly as his grip tightened around the bruises on my wrist. I had gotten the bruises from having to get myself out of handcuffs a week back when I had been arrested. I never set out to punch that cop, but he had grabbed Sammy, and Sammy was scared. I wasn't just going to let my little brother suffer, so I landed one on him. It wasn't as hard as it could have been, so the cop should have been thankful for that. I only punched him hard enough to make him let go of Sammy and instead focus on me. Sammy had managed to get away, which was all I could want. I didn't mind having to deal with the cops if I meant that Sammy was okay. The cop cuffed me and put me in the back of the car. I had managed to get myself out of the cuffs by time we got to the station, painfully and not without causing serious damage to the skin of my wrists, but I was still free of them. The cop, of course, knew that I was out of them and when we arrived at the station, turned to me and said 'Look, I know a street kid when I see one, do you not have anywhere you can go?' I answered by shaking my head. He then pointed to the cuffs that I had been trying to hide. 'If you promise me that you'll come with me into the station, then I won't put them back on you. And trust me when I say that if you try to escape, the chances of you seeing that other kid again will probably be slim because it'll be out of our hands.' The cop wasn't being threatening, it was as if he was actually trying to help. 'So please, do yourself a favour and come with me.' I got put in a holding cell for the night and was released the next day because the cop had decided not to press charges, which I was extremely thankful about. I found Sam the next day in the old abandoned house on the other side of town. We had found the house in the first week of living on the streets, and I made Sammy promise that day that if anything ever happened, that he would go to the house and wait for me. I promised that I would always come and get him. Because that is what scares Sammy the most, it's the idea that one day I am going to abandon him too, just like everyone else that has ever been in our life. Meeting back up with him, I was barely over the threshold before my brother had thrown himself at me. I had lifted him into my arms and held him close as he cried. I was crying too that day, because I honestly thought that I wasn't going to see him again. The charges that the cops had against me, they were the kind of charges that people got put away for. So to actually be free and with my brother once again, I couldn't be more relieved. Because what would Sam do without me? He couldn't survive on his own out on the streets. The streets are a horrible place, full of horrible people. There would be no one to look after him, no one to steal food for him, not one to help him find shelter. He wouldn't last long.
Looking up at the guy who had grabbed me, I attempted to squirm free of his grasp and release his grip of my wrist, but it was useless.
The owner then started shouting at me to pay up, which I obviously declined, due to the fact that I genuinely didn't have a cent to my name.
This obviously pissed off the store owner. He walked over to the counter to call the cops.
"We'll pay." Spoke a voice.
I turned to see a blonde woman that I hadn't previously realized was even standing behind the man.
Her long blonde hair looked almost golden in the harsh light of the shop and fell down past her shoulders. She reminded me of my Mom. There was a resemblance between the two of them. This made me wince slightly as I remembered what we had lost.
The woman walked over to the store owner at the counter and offered a five bill which the owner rejected, before following up with a twenty.
My eyes widened as I watched. Why was she doing this? I didn't understand why she cared so much about me. And a twenty! I wasn't worth that. Most would have just let me rot.
The store owner did the usual store owner routine about never setting foot in the store again before I pulled my wrist from the guy's grip and ran off. I needed to get back to Sammy.
Back at the boarded up store, I walked in and over to Sam before kneeling down next to him.
"Sammy!" I began to shake him gently. "Sammy, we need to go ...now."
"De?..." Answered a small voice. "What why?"
"I don't have time to explain, just come on."
Hearing the sound of door opening, I was on my feet in an instant. Turning round, I saw the couple from before. I positioned myself between them and Sam. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Did you really think you could just take our hard earned cash! We worked for that." The guy stated in an aggressive tone.
I knew I had to protect Sammy. We just needed enough time to get out. "I'm sorry." I apologized in a mocking tone before throwing a punch at the guy.
Sadly however, the guy knew what he was doing and was able to block every punch I threw at him. When I did land one on him though, his expression changed to one of pure anger. "You little shit!" He growled as he threw a punch back.
The guy's punch had much more power to it then my own. As his fist collided with my face, it knocked me back causing me to fall to the floor. Pain flared up as blood trickled down my chin from my now split lip.
Still raging, the guy raised his fist.
"No!" I heard Sam shout before he ran over and stood between me and the guy.
"Sammy...no!" I shouted, his tone slightly weak from having the air knocked out of me when I hit the floor. My heart race in fear for my little brother, while my brain screamed in anger at myself for being stupid and letting the guy get a drop on me. I am supposed to be looking out for him. I am Sam's older brother. I'm the one who takes the hits and the beatings and the drunken rages and the verbal abuse, not him. Never him. And now, here we were, Sam was defenseless and standing up against this guy to try and protect me, and I couldn't do anything about it.
"John!" The blonde woman shouted, grabbing hold of her husband's arm and pulling him away from Sam and I. "Stop it!"
I sighed, thankful of the kind woman.
"De..." Sam dropped to his knees beside me.
"I'm fine, Sammy." I smiled at him before stroking a hand through his hair reassuringly.
"Honey, where are your parents?" The blonde woman asked, looking around at the building.
The guy was looking around too. "What's going on here?" He asked sternly.
"De..." Sam spoke in a scared tone.
Stumbling to my feet, I wiped the blood from my lip before pulling Sammy close against my side, wrapping an arm around him comfortingly and protectively. "It's okay, Sammy."
I could see John staring at us.
"Where are your parents?" The blonde woman repeated, this time in a softer tone.
"Long story." I stated in the hope that they would just leave it.
"Good, well we've got all night." The guy stated.
"What?" I scoffed. "D'you think I'm gonna' tell you everything just cause' you asked nicely?" I paused. "I don't know you, and I certainly don't trust you so no, it's not storytime."
"Honey." The blonde woman spoke up. "We can't help you if you don't let us."
"Why do you wanna' help us?" I asked.
"Because you're just kids." She stated softly before sighing. "Look, we want to help."
I scoffed once again. "We don't need your help."
The guy shook his head. "Are you sure about that?"
"De..." Sammy spoke up.
I turned to my little brother. The couple would probably give us some money, or some food then drop us off again. Sam had only eaten two peanut butter sandwiches and an apple in the past few days, and I knew he had been lying to me about how hungry he was. Sam's been doing that a lot lately. He seems to have gotten it into his head that he's somehow become a burden to me because I look after him, which is anything but the case. Like I said earlier, he's my little brother, and I'd do anything for him'. I had to do this for Sammy. Sighing, I turned back to the couple. "Fine." I stated.
"Our car's parked just down the street." The guy stated. "I'll go and get it." He walked out of the store.
The blonde woman stayed.
I could tell that she was watching us as I offered a reassuring smile to Sam. I had kept myself between her and him, just in case.
"We're not going to hurt you, sweetie." She stated softly.
"Yeah, that's what they all say." I muttered, thinking back to some of our previous foster parents.
The horn beeped from outside.
I picked up the blanket and duffel before turning to the woman.
She motioned towards the door.
Putting an arm around Sam's back, I led him out of the house and down towards the car that was parked outside. It was too dark to tell what kind of make the car was, but I could easily tell that it was black and looked old. I opened the door for Sam, hearing it squeak as I motioned for him to clamber in first. Sam shuffled across the leather bench before I got in too, dumping the duffel in the footwell and draping the blanket across Sam's legs.
The guy pulled away.
It took several minutes before I eventually decided to speak up. "Where are you taking us?"
My eyes widened in panic.
Maybe I had been wrong about them. Maybe they were just like the rest of them.
Reaching a hand up, I placed it on the metal door handle before pulling it slightly to see if they had locked it. When the handle moved, I sighed in thankful relief before looking at the couple. "Why a motel?" I asked. "Cause' I know I'm skint, but I'm not that desperate."
The guy's eyes widened. "Woah!" He exclaimed. "God no!" He turned to look at me with an equally shocked, and somewhat disgusted expression. "We need somewhere to sleep for the night, and so do you. That's all."
Sighing thankfully once again, I looked over at Sam and lifted an arm up.
Immediately recognizing what this meant, Sam scooched across and leant against my side, resting his head against my chest.
Putting my arm down around him, I stroked his hair comfortingly.
-Third Person POV-
Walking into the motel room, John and Mary went in first.
Mary turned to the kids with a smile. "You going to stand out there all night?" She joked.
The eldest kid squeezed the youngest's side reassuringly before they made their way inside too.
John had paid for two doubles so the room had two beds, one of which he placed their bag down onto before sitting down on the edge.
The eldest cautiously placed the duffel and blanket down on the floor.
"You feel like talking yet, kid?" John asked. "I mean, we don't even know your name."
"Well you haven't told me, yours." Dean retorted. "I heard her shout John, so I'm guessing that's what yours is."
John could see the kid wince slightly as he spoke his name. What was that about?
He nodded. "John Winchester." John turned to Mary. "This is Mary, my wife."
The eldest paled.
"Sweetie, are you alright?" Mary asked, alarmed by the colour the eldest's skin had just turned.
"Winchester?" The kid repeated. "John and Mary Winchester?"
"De?" The youngest spoke up, tugging on the hem of the eldest's shirt with a concerned expression.
Mary began to walk towards him.
The eldest immediately pushed the youngest behind him and began backing away. "Get away from us."
John furrowed an eyebrow, his patience wearing thin. "That's it, I'm calling the CPS." John stated.
The eldest's eyes widened. "No!"
"Then start talking, kid." John's tone was stern.
Glancing behind him, in a second, the eldest sprinted out of the door pulling the youngest with him.
"Hey!" John shouted, sprinting in pursuit of them.
Dean raced down the corridor, pushing Sam in front of him and telling him to run.
Sam did as he was told.
Chasing after Dean, John eventually caught up and grabbed him by the arm before pushing him back against the wall of the corridor and placing an arm across his chest to stop him from running off.
"Get off me!" Dean's voice weakly growled as he tried to free himself from John's hold.
John looked at the boy in front of him. His eyes were fearful despite the fact that his body language wasn't giving any of that fear away. The kid was obviously used to having to be strong for the youngest and so had learned how to conceal it.
"Please don't call the CPS..." Dean stated. "Please."
"Dean!" They heard the youngest scream.
John furrowed as he heard this. Thinking back to what the eldest had been calling the youngest, his eyes suddenly widened as he turned to the youngest that had tears in his eyes from panic. "Dean and Sam..." He spoke in a whisper.
The eldest looked over at Mary before back at John. "You're our parents." Dean choked out tearfully.
John stepped back, releasing his grip on the eldest and shook his head with a scoff. "Stop it!"
Dean stumbled as he regained his balance before glancing at Mary who was stood with wide eyes and her hands over her mouth.
"Why do you think we're your parents?!" John asked sternly. "Just because we have the same names as your parents. Or is it for a different reason?" His tone became bitter. "Is it cause' we have money? Huh? I bet you do this with every couple you meet, don't you. Trick them out of their hard earned money."
Dean scoffed, angrily. "How dare you."
"Our children are dead!" John shouted. "They died in a fire ten years ago!"
"No they didn't!" Dean screamed.
John raised a hand as if to punch Dean again but Mary rushed forward and grabbed his arm before he could take a swing.
The eldest shook his head as a tear trickled down his cheek. "If you wanna' hit me again, go ahead, it's not the first time someone's used me as a human punching bag."
At those words, John's anger drained away.
Sam came running over and stood behind Dean.
Dean carded a hand through Sam's curls reassuringly. "It's okay, Sammy." He then looked back up at John and Mary.
"If you're really..." John paused. "...him...then what did Mary used to say to you before you went to sleep?" He asked.
"She used to say that angels were watching over me." Dean whispered.
And with that, Mary broke down into sobbing tears.
John looked equally shocked. "Oh my god..."
Sammy was crying now. Kneeling down in front of him, Dean wrapped his arms around his back. Stroking a hand up and down the material of his shirt, Dean tried to comfort his little brother. "De...I don't wanna' go back in there..." Sam mumbled so only Dean could hear.
"I know, but you trust me right? Am I always gonna' keep you safe?" Dean asked him.
"Trust me, Sammy." Dean rested a hand on his cheek before standing back up and positioning himself in front of Sam. Dean turned to Mary and John. "You can drop us back of where you found us."
"Dean..." John began.
"Don't!" Dean cut him off in an aggressive but controlled tone. "Just...don't. We've been tossed out of places enough times, and I won't do it again. You're just going to get tired of us eventually. I won't do this to him again, not to Sammy…I wont. You either take us back to the shop or let us go."
"You're not just leaving." John replied sternly.
"You can't stop us."
"What John means is..." Mary couldn't finished her sentence before John interupted. "I know what I mean. If there's any chance you are ours, we're not gonna' just let you walk out of here."
"Why?" Dean questioned.
"What?" John raised an eyebrow at the boy.
"You're effectively just claiming us as yours. We're not yours! You don't own us! You have only just appeared in our lives, that makes you nothing!" Dean shouted. "Stop talking about us like we're your property!" Dean paused. "Now are you gonna' take us back or can we just leave?"
"It's dark out, and it's late. Why don't you two stay the night and then we'll talk in the morning?" Mary suggested.
Dean looked down at Sammy and noticed his stifling a yawn. The kid had been through a lot the last few days, especially in the last few hours. Knowing that his little brother deserved to sleep in a bed, even if it only was for one night, Dean sighed. "Fine. One night."
Dean took hold of Sam's hand and squeezed it gently. They then walked off down the corridor. Making their way back to the room, Dean tucked Sam in before lying down in the bed beside him. He couldn't risk sleeping, not when he still didn't trust Mary and John. Even if they were their parents. Hearing the sound of Mary and John also returning to the room, Dean closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.