"John!" I heard Sam and Dean screaming from outside. Up in an instant, I sprinted through the living room and out the front door before running down the steps of the porch and onto the grass, I noticed Mary lying unconscious. "Mary!" I knelt down beside her, noticing the gash on her head. I turned to the boys. "What happened?" I demanded.
Dean had pushed Sam behind him. "It was an accident." He stated. "She got hit with the ball and fell."
"Mary? Mary? Can you hear me?" I shook her arm gently, but she didn't respond.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I called 911. Getting off the phone, I turned to the boys.
Both boys looked traumatized as they looked down at Mary.
"John..." Dean began cautiously.
"Get out..." I stated as my temper rose.
"What?" He asked.
"I said get out!" He screamed.
Sam jumped slightly.
Dean put out a hand and took Sam's in his before squeezing it gently in reassurance.
Neither of the boys said a word as Dean led his little brother off towards the house.
I turned back to Mary.
Sirens could be heard as the ambulance came down the street.
-Third Person POV-
"Come on, Sammy..." Dean spoke softly as he pulled his crying younger brother against his side as they walked.
"Where are we going, De?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean answered truthfully. "But we'll find somewhere."
Walking round the back of the house, Dean helped his brother over the fence before climbing over himself. Making their way through the fields, they headed towards the town.
"Are we gonna' have to go back to the group home?" Sam asked in a saddened tone.
Dean sighed. "I don't know, Sammy."
The rain continued to pour down as we sought cover in an alley. Sat next to Sammy, I could see him shivering. It was already cold tonight, and the rain wasn't helping. Putting an arms around him, I pulled him against me.
Sam slumped down and rested his head against my chest as he wrapped his arms around me.
"You should get some sleep." I stated softly.
Sam nodded. "Okay, De." He closed his eyes and was soon asleep.
I sighed. How had it all ended like this? One minute everything was fine, and the next...well...we were back here. Looking down at Sam, I noticed he was still shivering. I didn't have time to grab the duffel or the blanket when we left, they were still back at the Winchester's. I shrugged out of my coat slowly, not to wake Sammy as I did so, and draped it over him to act as a blanket.
A million thoughts were running through my head. Where were we going to go? Cause we couldn't stay here. Where could I steal food from? Cause I couldn't let Sam go hungry. The major problem lay in the fact that I didn't know the area. This hadn't been a problem back in Kansas because in the two years that Sam and I spent on the streets, I had come to know every back alley, boarded up shop, abandoned house and easy to steal from grocery store. I didn't know where to begin here.
I sighed, still feeling guilty as hell. It was all my fault. Mary was hurt because of me.
"Get out!" John's voice echoed through my mind.
We'd done just that.
I hoped that she was going to be okay. I hoped for John that she would be okay, too. I don't know what he would do if anything happened to her.
Seeing a police car drive past, I knew it wouldn't be for us. John wouldn't have called the police and reported us missing, he's in the hospital with Mary. That's if they want to actually find us. This may be the lucky break they've been praying for.
I flickered my eyes open slightly. I could see Dean thinking. I hated the fact that he felt so responsible for all this. Us being back on the streets wasn't his fault. What happened to Mrs Winchester was an accident. John shouldn't have shouted at him, he hadn't done anything wrong. I could tell that he was also worried about finding us shelter and food. This time though, I was going to make him eat too, even if that meant that I had to go to a shop and steal something myself.
Dean was looking around now, obviously vigilant against anyone that might attack us and police. I knew he was annoyed by the fact that he hadn't been able to find us anywhere to sleep. Ever since we first started living on the streets, Dean has always beaten himself up whenever he's been unable to find us shelter, as if he's failing me. I don't think he realises just how grateful I am just to have him. Without him, Graham would have killed me years ago as Dean used to take the hits and the beatings for me so I wouldn't have to. Without him, I wouldn't have survived a week on the streets by myself. I would have frozen to death because of not being able to find shelter, or starved to death because he wouldn't have been there to steal from the grocery store so I had something to eat. Without him, my life would have been so different.
Shivers continued to rack my body as the rain became even heavier. My already drenched clothes couldn't absorb much more as it continued to fall on us. Brrr. It was cold. Really cold, but I couldn't say anything. I can't be anymore of a burden to Dean. Glancing down, I noticed Dean's coat over me.
"Sam?" Dean asked, noticing my eyes were open.
"It's cold, Dean. You need to put your coat on." I stated, picking it up and handing it to him.
"Sam, you're shivering." He replied.
"So are you."
"It's nothing I can't handle." He stated before hiding a yawn.
"Dean, you have to sleep." I stated.
Dean shook his head. "Not when we're in an alley like this, it's too dangerous." He explained.
"So why do you to have to stay awake?" I asked.
Dean smiled, and carded a hand through my hair. "I appreciate the offer, Sammy..."
"Dean..." I cut him off.
"I am your older brother, and it's my job to look after you." He stated. "Now what kind of older brother would I be if I made you stay up to keep watch?" He paused. "Not a very good one."
"Thanks, Dean. I really do appreciate it." I smiled.
"I know you do, Sammy." He smiled back.
I motioned to the coat. "I'm not going back to sleep until you put it on."
Dean reluctantly put his coat back on. "You're relentless." He smirked.
"Also, stop worrying about finding us food and somewhere to sleep..." I stated. "We'll figure something out." I smiled. "We always do."
Dean smiled. "Goodnight, Sammy."
I closed my eyes. "It's Sam by the way." I smiled cheekily to purposely annoy him before I found myself drifting off.
-Third Person POV-
Flickering her eyes open, Mary found herself in a hospital bed. Turning her head to the side, she noticed John sat in the chair beside her bedside.
"Hey." He smiled softly.
"Hey." She replied with a croaky voice and a smile.
"How you feeling?" He asked.
"Better." Mary nodded. "Where are the boys?" She furrowed an eyebrow.
"John, where are the boys?" Mary asked in a stronger tone.
"When you were lying there, I was scared and worried, and my temper got the better of me and I shouted at Dean for hurting you."
"It wasn't his fault, John." Mary stated.
"I know." He looked guilty as hell and I could see traces of tears from the red marks around his eyes.
"It wasn't anyone's fault. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." She answered. "If anything, it was mine for not looking where I was going. The boys were just playing around, I should have been more careful." She explained. "They are just kids, John." Mary stated softly. "And they're fragile. Shouting at that isn't going to make them feel safe with us, it's just gonna' make them think that we're just like all the other foster parents they had that treat them like dirt and a used them at every chance they got."
"I know..." He sighed. "I screwed up."
"Where are they now?" She asked.
"I don't know." John answered.
Mary began to panic. "You don't know? What do you mean you don't know?!" She shouted. "What exactly did you say to them?"
"I told them to get out." He stated, and I could see his hands shaking as he did. "I meant for them to just go back to the house. When I went inside to apologise, they were gone."
Mary pushed back the covers and took the IV out of her arm.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
"I'm not staying here when the boys are out there." Mary stated.
"But the doctors want to keep you in for observation."
"We need to find the boys."
John nodded and helped her gently down from the bed.
Mary took her phone out her bag and dialled a number.
"Hello?" The voice answered.
"Bobby, oh thank god!"
"Mary? What's wrong?" Bobby asked, sensing that something was wrong instantly.
"It's the boys, Bobby. They're missing." Her tone was fearful. "I got hurt and it was an accident but John shouted at them and told them to get out, and they did. You need to find them Bobby. Anything could happen to them out there."
"Damn son of a bitch." Bobby cursed. "The next time I see him..." He began.
"It was a mistake, Bobby." Mary stated. "Just please, find the boys. They're already had to sleep on the streets overnight."
"Don't worry, I'll find them." Bobby reassured before hanging up.
Walking down the street, I was in search of a shop to hopefully get some food from, and somewhere to stay the night. Finding an old building or boarded up shop in Sioux Falls was proving difficult, so each night, Sam and I were forced to sleep an alley again. I was determined that even if I couldn't find us some shelter, I was definitely going to get Sammy some food.
It was then that I noticed something. Stopping, I crouched down to take a closer look. There by the curb was a $5 bill.
I smiled, picking it up and stuffing it into the pocket of my jeans.
Walking into the shop down the street, the owner smiled as I walked in.
Making my way over to the food, I grabbed two candy bars before taking them over to the counter.
As the owner put them through the cash register, he looked over me.
"You okay, kid?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I nodded before handing him the bills.
"Take them, I don't want your charity." I stated in a tone that was thankful but blunt about the matter. People shouldn't have to spend their hard-earned cash on me. And yes, you can say that I am robbing them of their hard-earned cash when I used to steal from their shops. But that's why I check out all the shops. I knew which of the shop owners were dickheads and which ones were nice. I would never steal from the nice ones.
The man sighed before ringing up the candy bars and handing me back the small change.
"Thanks." I smiled before walking out the shop.
Making my way across the car park, I heard the sound of whimpering. Stopping, I turned to see a small kid around Sam's age sat beside the newspaper stand outside.
I walked over to him.
"You okay?" I asked.
Taking a closer look at the kid, his clothes were dirty and so was he which told me that he was a street child too.
The kid shied away.
"Hey." I began softly. "You can talk to me."
He didn't answer.
"Do you have anywhere to go? Family?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Not now."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Had a fight with my Dad." He stated. "I ran away."
I sighed. "Have you tried talking to him since, I'm sure he's worried sick about you." I stated softly.
"I doubt it."
"You're his son, of course he will be." I smiled softly at him. "You should go back and try to fix things between you and your Dad. You have a home, and someone who loves you. Don't give up on that."
"You don't think he'll be mad?" The kid asked, looking up at me.
I shook my head with a reassuring smile. "He'll just be happy to have you back." I paused. "What's your name?"
"I'm Dean." I introduced.
He reminded me so much of Sammy. Like Sam, he was far too young to be out on the streets.
I noticed how skinny the kid was.
"You hungry?" I asked softly.
He looked up at me once again before nodding.
Taking my candy bar out of my coat pocket, I held it out to Peter. "Here."
He hesitantly looked between me and the candy bar.
"Take it." I smiled.
Peter took the candy before opening the wrapped and taking a bite.
"Thank you." He smiled.
"Go home, Peter." I smiled back.
Peter nodded as he stood up before running off.
Night had fallen by now and I was still out looking for shelter. Walking down the street, I desperately hoped to find somewhere with a roof. The rain was definitely coming, it was just a matter of when.
"Stop, please!" I heard someone shout.
Breaking into a run I followed the sound of the voice until I came to the store from earlier where there were a group of older boys stood around a guy on the ground. I immediately recognised the guy to be the store owner. They were standing over him and I noticed one of them kick him in the stomach.
"Hey!" I shouted, sprinting over. "Leave him alone!"
"Ahh, how cute." The first guy smirked.
I landed a punch across his face.
My advantage was height as despite the age gap, I was already taller than them. Swinging another punch at the second, I hit him dead on the nose knocking him to the ground.
It as the third guy that I was caught out by.
Delivering a punch across my face, I was knocked backwards. Before I hit the ground however, I was caught by the fourth guy and held by the arms.
"Get off me!" I shouted, trying to squirm free of his grasp.
The third guy then delivered a number of punches across my face before kneeing me in the stomach.
"Stop it!" The store owner shouted. "He's just a kid!"
"Yeah, a kid that doesn't know when to leave something alone." He stated. "Take his stuff, we're leaving."
The guy holding me reached into my pockets and took out Sam's candy bar and the change. "He hasn't got anything! Fucking waste of time!" He threw me to the ground before they ran off.
"Gah!" I moaned before glancing over at the shop owner, trying not to make eye contact, embarrassed by them stating that I was poor in front of him.
"Bastards!" The store owner shouted after them as they walked off. Getting up, he offered me a hand.
Getting to my feet, I wiped away blood from my lip. "I need to go, my brother will be getting worried." I ran off before he could say anything.
Stumbling into the alley, I walked over to Sam and sat down beside him, leaning back heavily against the wall.
Sam smiled before noticing the bruises on my face. "What happened?"
"Some douchebags were beating up a store owner, four against one, so I stepped in to help." I explained.
"You're hurt." Sam stated.
"It's not that bad anymore." I reassured before sighing. "I couldn't get us any food. I had managed to get some but the group took them along with the money I found."
Sam nodded. "It's okay, De."
"It's not okay, Sammy." I stated. "I'm supposed to be looking after you, and you haven't eaten in two days."
"Neither have you." Sam replied.
"Whatever." I shrugged, not really caring if I got fed. "Get some sleep, Sammy."
Day three marked yet another failure. No shelter and no food. I sighed, not knowing how much longer we could go without food. Sat on the wall outside the grocery store, I sighed.
"Hey, kid!" Came a voice.
I turned to see the store owner.
"I'm moving, I'm moving." I stated.
"That's not what I meant." He smiled before sitting down next to me and handing over two candy bars and some change.
I shook my head. "Don't spend your money on me. I'm not worth it.".
"Now you and I both know that's a lie. You saved my ass last night, and you didn't have to. You didn't think twice about coming to help me even when there were four of them up against you. So thank you for that." He motioned to the candy bars before sighing. "I know a street kid when I see one." He stated softly. "I want you to promise me that if you ever get desperate, then you'll come to my shop. I'll give you some food."
"You can't." I shook my head. "You've earned that money, it's not fair for you to lose out because of me."
"I am not going to let two children go hungry." He stated. "Now promise me you will."
I smiled, extremely grateful for the man's kindness. "Thank you."
It had now been three days since I had started my search. Each day having proved unsuccessful.
Driving through the town, I stopped at the entrance of every alleyway and looked down it in search of the boys. Realising that this wasn't working, I parked up and began walking.
"Dean!" I shouted. "Sam!"
Searching every one, I couldn't find them.
"Damn it boys, where are you?"
It was then that I noticed a small alleyway hidden away behind some large bins. Quickening my pace, I rushed down the alley and found two bundles asleep with their arms wrapped each other, for warmth and protection. They were both shivering heavily which wasn't being helped by their clothing which appeared to be still be wet from the previous few days.
I sighed in sympathy as I knelt down beside them and slowly put a hand on Dean's shoulder.
Dean jump slightly as he opened his eyes, his ready to defend Sammy mode coming to him instantly.
"It's okay." I stated softly. "It's just me."
I smiled. "It's me."
A smile appeared on Dean's face too as he threw his arms around me.
My smile grew. I hadn't known the boys for long, but in that time, Dean had come to trust me. Wrapping my arms around him, I was thankful that they were safe and appeared unharmed.
Pulling away, it was then that I noticed the bruises on his face.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Got into a fight." He answered. "Don't worry about it."
"That's my job." I smirked before noticing that Sam was awake now too and smiling.
"Hey, champ." I looked between the boys. "How about we blow this joint and go and get you warmed up?"
They both nodded.
Driving to the store in town, I parked up before getting out of the car.
Dean and Sam got out the car.
"Where are we going?" Sam asked.
"I need some shopping." I answered before walking into the shop.
"Hi, Bobby." Mark greeted with a smile.
"Hi, I need some new clothes for the boys. Not sure of their sizes though." I stated.
"That's fine, we can work that out."
Dean walked over to me. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"You need some new clothes. You can't keep going round in those rags." I explained.
"No." He shook his head.
"Dean, I wasn't asking. You need new clothes." I insisted.
"Then give me a job at the salvage yard. I can pay you back that way." Dean stated.
"Dean..." I sighed. "I think we need to talk."
Dean sighed too.
"Why won't you accept them?" I asked.
"Because it's your money. If you're determined to buy clothes for us, then just buy some for Sammy. I don't need any, the ones I have are fine. Just please, don't waste your money on me." Dean explained. "Trust me, I'm not worth it."
I sighed. Dean's low opinion of himself saddened me because he was such a great kid. Mature for his age, responsible, well-mannered, grateful. "Don't say that." I said softly.
"Why, it's true."
"How?" I asked.
"What?" He furrowed an eyebrow.
"How are you not worth it?"
"Well, I'm a street kid, everybody sees street kids as being dirty and not worth the hassle. But before we even started living on the streets, I was still not worth it. That's why no one wanted to foster me, I was just not worth the hassle."
"You're not a street kid anymore." I stated. "You have a home, and a family."
"I haven't had a family in a long time." Dean answered. I could hear the underlying sadness in his voice as he spoke.
"Right..." I began. "You listen." I stated in a caring tone. "You are not a hassle, and you certainly are worth it. You deserve everything good in your life, Dean, you've just been through a lot to get it." I looked at Sam. "You both have." I paused. "You also do have a family. A family that have worried sick about you since you left three days ago. I have been searching all over town for you, and Mary and John have been calling every contact they have to tell them to keep a look out for you." I explained. "I am not the only one who would be upset if anything happened to you boys."
Dean and Sam nodded.
"I'm sorry I argued with you." Dean spoke up. "I just..." He paused and sighed. "I don't know...I'm just used to everyone having a reason for doing something nice. I mean the foster woman who gave us back, one day just out of the blue, she took us out for the day and bought us ice creams and a meal from a diner. I remember thinking that day that maybe this would work out with her and we could be like a proper family, and then she sent us back to the group home the next day. And that was that." Dean's head was lowered now as I was sure that I could see tears forming in his eyes.
"Sam, why don't you go and have a look around and see what things you like?" I stated with a smile, knowing that Dean would probably not want his brother to see him cry.
"Okay..." Sam nodded, obviously aware that something was wrong with Dean, but he walked off down the aisle.
"You're scared." I stated gently.
Dean scoffed. "Pathetic huh?"
"There's nothing pathetic about being scared." I answered before pausing. "You're scared that you're going to get attached to Mary and John then they're gonna' send you back..." I paused once again. "Am I right?"
"They love you, Dean. You and Sammy." I stated.
"They still don't believe that we're actually their kids." Dean added.
"I'll talk to them about doing a paternity test."
"They already said no." Dean explained.
"I'll talk them round." I smiled.
Dean smiled too.
"Come on, let's find your brother and get youse both some new clothes."