Dean got discharged three days later with instructions from the doctor to take it easy, not do anything strenuous and get plenty of rest.
Driving down the highway, John glanced in the rear view mirror to see the boys in the back. Both were asleep across the leather bench, Sam's head resting against Dean's chest, Dean arms around Sam. John smiled at the sight.
"John..." Mary began.
John turned to look at her. "Yeah."
"About what Dean said, back at the motel. Do you really think..." She paused. "That...you know...they're ours?" She asked. "I mean...like he said, everything fits perfectly. They're brothers, they're the ages that Sam and Dean would be, they have the same features, Dean knew what I said to our Dean when I put him to bed at night, they knew about the fire."
John sighed. "I don't know what to think, and that's what scares me." He answered. "If someone told me a couple of months ago that my two boys that I presumed dead ten years ago would suddenly appear in my life, I would have laughed. But...I don't know..." He paused. "I want to believe it, I really do...I just don't know how to. I mean, Dean is 14, and Sam is 10. They're not the little boys we lost."
"No, but they still could be ours." Mary stated.
John nodded. "There's always a paternity test..." He suggested. "If the boys agree of course."
Mary nodded with a smile.
"Mary..." John began.
"I don't want you getting your hopes up, just in case this turn out to be fake. I mean, luck has never been on our side , so why would it start now?"
"I don't care if they're ours or not, that won't make me love them any less." Mary explained.
"You can say what you want, John, but I know you feel the same way about them. I think you've been converted." She smiled.
I smiled too, shaking my head. "It's those damn puppy eyes that Sam gave me."
-Third Person POV-
Pulling into the salvage yard, John drove up to the house before killing the engine.
"Finally." He smiled before getting out of the car.
Mary got out too before opening the boy's door. "Dean...Sam..." She spoke softly.
Dean stirred before flickering his eyes open.
"Come on sleepy heads." Mary smiled.
"Where are we?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting upright slowly.
"Sioux Falls." She answered.
Dean furrowed an eyebrow. "Sioux Falls? Why are we in South Dakota?"
"Well the CPS foster forms require you to have an address. We don't have one, so we had to improvise."
"So you just picked some random house?" Dean asked with a confused expression.
"No." Mary shook her head. "We know the guy who owns the place."
"That fills me with confidence." Dean stated before shaking Sam's arm. "Sam...wake up."
Sam moaned before reluctantly opening his eyes.
Mary offered Dean a hand as he helped him out of the car. "You alright from here, sweetie?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, thanks, Ma'am." He smiled.
John had gotten all their stuff out of the trunk and was proceeding to walk up the steps of the porch.
Mary closed the door of the Impala before joining John.
Sam looked up at Dean with an anxious expression.
"It's okay, Sammy." Dean whispered in reassurance before taking hold of Sam's hand and following Mary and John up the steps of the porch. He stayed behind them.
John knocked on the door. "Bobby...I know you're in there."
"He not in?" Dean asked.
"Oh he's in...he's just being himself." John answered. "Bobby, I swear to god!"
The door opened to reveal an older man with light unkept stubble, dressed in a plaid shirt, jeans and thick boots with a dark green trucker cap. He had a shotgun in one hand which he was holding behind the door. He looked at John and Mary.
"What are you doing here?" Bobby asked.
"We need a place to stay, just for a few days." Mary answered.
"You're always wanting something." Bobby stated.
John smirked. "And you've always been a grumpy bastard, but you don't see us complaining."
Bobby noticed someone standing behind Mary and John. He furrowed an eyebrow.
"When you said 'we' need a place to stay."
"That is a very long story." John stated before turning to the boys.
As John moved, I got a view of the two kids stood on the porch. The first was a dark-haired kid with a scattering of light freckles under his eyes and across his nose. The kid was stood only a few inches away from the other kid whose hand he was holding. The kid's body language screamed protective as if he was ready to attack at any minute to defend the younger. I guessed brothers. The smaller of the two kids, who also appeared to be the younger of the two, looked small for his age and seemed much more scared by the situation than the elder. He seemed grateful to have his older brother's hand to hold, and was leaning towards him to as if to lean against the elder's side. The youngest had light brown, curly hair which looked messy and unbrushed. Both of the boys were dirty and wearing clothes that looked as if they should have been put in the bin months ago. Who the hell were these kids, and where could John and Mary have possibly found them?
"This is Sam and Dean." John stated pointing to each of them in turn in introduction.
Sam and Dean?! Weren't they the names of their kids?
I smiled regardless to my confusion. "Nice to meet you boys, I'm Bobby." I backed away from the door. "Come in."
The Winchester's and the two boys walked in.
I immediately noticed the eldest wincing as he slowly walked into the house. "You okay, boy?"
"I'm fine." He replied.
"Yeah right, what happened?" I asked.
"He got beaten up and stabbed." John answered for him, obviously knowing that the kid wasn't going to explain it himself. "Dean, couch."
"I'm fine." Dean answered.
"Dean, you know what the doctor said." John replied.
Dean reluctantly walked over to the couch and sat down.
"He always this stubborn?" I asked.
"Oh yeah." John nodded with a smirk.
I smirked. "Kid after your own heart."
John smile disappeared at my comment.
I furrowed an eyebrow. "Something I said?"
"No...no..." John shook his head. "Yeah...he is."
Walking into the living room, the two boys were both lying asleep on the couch.
"Out like a light." I stated.
"Yeah, they're very good at that." John stated. "It's been a long couple of days, we're gonna' turn in for the night too."
Bobby nodded. "Well the room's where it's always been."
"Thanks, Bobby." Mary smiled before her and John walked off upstairs.
I was curious to know more about the boys and how they came to know Mary and John, but I was gonna' have to wait until mornin' before I found out more.
Grabbing the blanket from the back of the armchair, I carefully placed it over the boys before turning of the lamp and walking off upstairs to bed.
Sneaking into the kitchen, I noticed the fruit bowl sat up on the counter. Positioning the stool beside the counter, I clambered up onto it before reaching across and taking an apple from the bowl.
"You ungrateful little shit!" I heard Graham scream.
I gasped and turned around just in time to see Graham run across the room and grab me round the stomach, pulling me off the stool. Throwing me roughly to the floor, I kept tight ahold of the apple.
Dean had been locked in the wardrobe now for nine days. He needed food. All my previous attempts of sneaking it had resulted in me being caught and punished, but I couldn't let Dean starve. I had to keep trying.
"Stealing my food again are we?" Graham asked. "How dare you! I thought you would have learnt your lesson by now." He grabbed one of my hands and put pressure on the burnt skin.
"Gah!" I moaned.
"Guess I'm just gonna have to teach you again." He smiled menacingly before picking something up.
I turned to look at it. My eyes widened as I realised what it was. "No! No please."
"There's no use trying to say sorry now. You're just trying to get out of it. You stole from me, so you get punished, you know the rules." Graham kicked my side flipping me over so that I was lying on my front before striking my back with the whip.
"Aah!" I moaned loudly in pain as tears began to trickle down my cheeks.
"No screaming, or you'll get double." Graham stated before whipping me again, and again, and again.
On my fifth, I couldn't hold my tongue any longer. As the whip tore at the skin of my already throbbing back, I screamed out in pain, breaking down into painful sobs too as I barely had enough strength to keep my head up. Resting my head against the floor, I begged for death. I begged for it to all be over. It was selfish, I knew that, but in that moment, death would have been a gift.
Obviously, my scream meant that I received a further five whips, and by time he was finished, I was barely holding onto consciousness.
Graham smiled as he towered over me. "Pathetic." He spat. "Can't take hits without crying like a baby." He mocked viciously before lifting his foot and pressing it down onto the damaged skin of my back.
"Gah!" I bit down on my hand as I tried to silence myself.
"If I catch you sneaking food for your brother again, I won't be so merciful next time." He walked off.
I heard the sound of the door slamming closed.
In his anger, Graham had forgotten about the apple that I was holding.
I needed to get it to Dean.
As I tried to use my arms to push myself up, I realised that I had no chance due to the fact that my whole body was shaking from the extremely high level of pain I was experiencing in my back. The only alternative was to crawl, and even that was hard.
It took me ten minutes to reach the spare room, and by the time I had reached the wardrobe, I was practically dragging myself across the carpet.
"Sammy..." Dean's voice called.
Since being locked in the wardrobe, Dean had managed to force out a small piece of wood meaning that I would be able to put the apple through.
Dropping flat on the floor, I rested my head against the soft carpet as I tried to take deep breaths to help with the pain.
Hearing the sound of Sam entering the room, I called out for him, expecting a reply. When one never came, I instantly became worried. "Sammy?"
It was then that a red apple rolled through the hole in the wardrobe.
I furrowed an eyebrow.
How had he managed to sneak that out of the kitchen without Graham noticing?
"Sammy?" I called once again.
Lying down on my stomach, I looked through the hole in the wardrobe and gasped at what I saw.
Sam was lying face down on the carpet, pain written all over his face. His back was bleeding heavily. I knew instantly what had caused that amount of damage.
"Sammy." My tone was soft as guilt plagued my voice.
Slipping my hand through the hole, I found Sam's hand and took it in mine before squeezing it gently. "I'm so sorry, Sammy."
"Stop apologising." Sam mumbled weakly. "Wasn't you fault, De..."
I could hear Sam's weak breaths as he fought the pain. He was trying to be strong in front of me too.
"Ahhh, Sammy." I sighed before moving my hand to gently stroke his hair comfortingly. "You shouldn't have done that." I stated.
"Couldn't let you starve." He mumbled.
"If it means you getting burnt and whipped then I can survive." I answered.
"You haven't eaten in nine days, Dean. I had to..." His voice trailer off as he harboured a pained moan, scrunching his eyes up.
I couldn't bear seeing my little brother like this. He was so broken and weak, and that killed me. I was supposed to be protecting him.
"I'm gonna' get us out of here, Sammy."
"Dean..." Sam weakly began.
"One day, Sammy. I promise. We just have to keep surviving until then."