Big thank you once more for the reviews. They make me laugh. You were unanimous in wanting a fourth story so by the end of this chap then you'll have a new title and it's possibly wise to author add me so you know when it's up.
I love the ideas you had for Cole and your obvious love for him. I can't let you know what's going to happen just yet but there are going to be some laughs on the way and plenty of angst as well as a massive shock. As for the sport? Can't say yet but I think there was one clear leader (it's all in the uniform!)
This chap had me sobbing. As you know I live away from all my family and only see them a couple of times a year. It's my choice but it still gets to me every time I leave my mum and Dad. Writing this made me think of all the things I wished we had more courage to say to our families, because you never know when it might be the last time you'll ever see them.
So this will be the last chapter of Offspring and it's an odd one. The others all had masses of action and this one is the opposite for the most part and short of laughs, but it doesn't mean to say there can't be a cliffhanger.
Sam struggled to keep his eyes open as he bounced Lily up and down trying to burp her. If he was tired he dreaded to think how Bonnie and Dean would cope when their time came. He didn't know how couples with regular jobs managed to do this all night and then sit in an office all day too.
His daughter dribbled down her chin and gargled. He wiped the milk off with his thumb and licked it sleepily as she yawned back at him. He felt like he hadn't slept in decades as his chin dropped to his chest. Lily kicked out with her feet and his head snapped back up his eyes blinking rapidly as she watched him. Brooke had gone back to sleep following the feed and he let her rest as he got up and decided to go for a wander.
It was three days after Christmas and the cramped quarters were getting crazy with everyone playing musical beds each night. Today it would end though he thought with a pang as he went to run a bath. It was barely five am but he hadn't had the chance to have a proper bath in a couple of days and figured he needed it as much as Lily.
Since the fight on Christmas Eve everything had been calm as they prepared for the imminent departure. Dean had outlined the plans and Sam had been slightly stunned to say the least. It wasn't like his brother to relinquish control over anything, least of all his kids. It was pretty brave and he knew that even though he didn't say as much, Dean was devastated.
Johnny, Steve and Bobby had decided to get a flight out too and head back with the kids, just leaving Luc who tried to appear as untouched as he could. Everyone could see that he was struggling to part from Hope and they had been taking a lot of long walks together in the afternoons. He had no idea what they planned on doing in the future but the previous night Luc had announced that he was taking a job in Russia.
From a full house they would suddenly be reduced to Dean, Bonnie, Sam and his little family. Despite the fact that they had a dog and the Impala to get back home, Bonnie was also unable to fly which meant one hell of a road trip through the barren landscape. The weight of this responsibility was weighing heavily on his brother. Bonnie wasn't getting any less sick the longer they left it, but the thought of them all in the car for hours on end was a nightmare. Sam had thought of sending Brooke and Lily ahead with the others but she wouldn't think of it. They still didn't know where they were going to go or even if they could return to their old house. They'd left things in such a mess back home that Sam thought it might just be easier to let everything go and settle elsewhere.
As it was Steve was going to put out his feelers and give them a call as soon as he knew anything. Cole would also have to return for his truck before he and Hope could move on. Bobby would be fine, he always was. He would find somewhere to stay until they could regroup at a later date.
There was still a lot to do and they were waiting on passports arriving later that day. Steve had somehow kept his job despite having been absent without telling anyone and had also come through on the plane tickets. Sam was even more tired just thinking about it all as he stripped the baby and himself and climbed in the bath. He felt the warm water ease the aches in his body. His back didn't often hurt but in this cold weather he could almost feel the harsh stainless steel of the screws in the damaged vertebrae.
Swishing Lily around in the water he watched her eyes lock on his and he smiled at her. There was one thing he knew for sure, wherever they did end up, he knew there would have to be a good school for Lily to go to and he needed to get a start on signing. That meant more money. He and Brooke had set up a college fund years before but if Lily needed to go to a private school that would eat into it before she reached college age. The only other alternative was home schooling but he didn't want to make her feel like she was different. Even now it was always pressing on his mind and he dreaded to think what he would be like when she got older.
When he thought of what Dean was going through that day, he supposed that no matter what challenges your kids faced you worried all the same.
He laid back against the cold enamel and rested Lily on his chest running warm water from his cupped hand over her little back. "It'll all work out. It always does." He said, not knowing who he was trying to reassure more.
Dean awoke with a feeling of dread causing a hollow in his stomach that no amount of food would fill. The moment any parent shrank from was upon him as he realized he was going to have to let his kids go. Unlike most Fathers he wasn't packing them off to college for four years of drinking and sex, he was sending them into battle without their General. He was terrified and sick in equal amounts as he wondered how he was going to feel when they walked out of the door. He knew one thing with certainty, he wouldn't be able to take them to the airstrip, Sam would go. He couldn't stomach watching them take off and suddenly realized again how tough it had been for John.
Dean hadn't been able to get to sleep until the early hours as he mulled things over. He may be sending them out on their own but he could still try to prepare them as much as possible. He had spent a long time updating the journal he'd been keeping for years. He had been talking to Bobby about various contacts trying to find out who was still alive or active. It wasn't much but it was the only inheritance they would be getting from their Father.
Bonnie stirred next to him and he knew the only reason she had slept was because her body ruled over any worry in her mind. He leaned over her and frowned suddenly. "Shit."
He shook her gently and she opened her eyes. Her lips had turned blue and stood out in stark contrast to the rest of her pale skin. She looked up at him. "What?"
He took one of her hands and saw there was no circulation going to them turning them an almost purple colour. He leaned over to his nightstand and started to pop pills out of foil wrappers letting them fall onto the bedding. He sat her up and pulled her roughly against him. "Open up." She didn't object as he started to pop pills in her mouth one by one holding the glass in front of her and massaging her throat to make sure she swallowed them.
Water dripped down her chin and she shook her head. "Are you trying to drown me?" She spluttered as she wiped at her face. She looked at her hands suddenly and stared in fright. "Oh God, that can't be good." She touched her lips and the line between her eyes deepened as she realized they were numb. "What's happening? Dean?"
He didn't have an answer. He put the glass down, held her chin in one hand and moved his mouth over hers. He imagined that it was almost like kissing a corpse and the thought sickened him. What the hell was happening to her? He had definitely had more erotic kisses in his life but he couldn't think of anything else to do so he carried on regardless.
He pulled away briefly and looked at her. Her lips were looking slightly better but Bonnie was limp and drowsy. Either he was a better kisser than he thought or her blood pressure had plummeted. He tried to remember there was no hospital in town and attempted not to panic. "Can you breathe?"
"Not with your mouth all over me, but don't let that stop you." She smiled weakly.
He laid her back down and pulled the blankets all around her tucking her in. "You're gonna be fine. Ok?" He said like it was an order.
"I don't want them to go Dean." She whispered.
"I know. Hey, at least you'll have some peace and quiet."
"I don't want peace, I'm not dead yet."
She sighed. "Sorry."
"Jesus woman, you know how easily I get jinxed."
"Don't start that up Dean."
"You're not cursed."
"I'm the only man in my family who hasn't had a chick bail on him."
"The word I think you're searching for is 'die'."
"Yeah, whatever, it's not happening so just don't mention it, not even as a joke ok?"
"You're so damaged."
"Can I help it if I want you to stick around for another twenty years?"
"You don't want to trade me in?"
"For two twenty year olds ya mean?" He shrugged as he leaned over her. "The thought had crossed my mind. Only problem is, they wouldn't fit quite so well right here." He said pulling her closer.
She felt the gentle prod of him against her leg and peered under the covers. "Raises my blood pressure each time Dean."
He smirked. "What can I say? I'm a genius." He kissed her again and then laid his head on her chest feeling the soft beat of her heart against his cheek. His own thundered in comparison and he knew he had to get her out of this hole sooner rather than later.
Sam was considering getting out of the bath when there was a light knock on the door. "Sam? That you in there?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." He frowned wondering what Dean was doing up this early. His brother walked in, flipped the toilet lid down and sat on it.
"Grab a towel." Sam told him. Dean did as he was told and Sam handed Lily over.
Dean was glad to have something to keep his hands busy and his mind off the nausea that threatened. He needed to talk to someone and was glad to have a moment alone with his brother.
"You wouldn't have sent them if you didn't think they could handle it." Sam read his mind as he poured more hot water in the bath and sat back.
Dean exhaled as he rubbed Lily's little chest gently and wrapped her up in the towel. He smiled in spite of his mood. He loved his son and he would love the new one too but there was something about baby girls that got you right in the gut. "I know." He looked up at Sam who rubbed water on his face and over his hair. He looked exhausted and Dean felt bad about heaping more crap on him.
"It's not just that is it?"
"It's Bonnie. I need to get her to a hospital."
Sam sat up again and frowned. Dean didn't get like this without good reason. "How soon?"
"Ok, what do you wanna do?"
"The only way is airlift, but I don't know if that would make things worse. I can't drive her to Anchorage. I don't know what to do Sam."
His younger brother considered him carefully. It was rare for Dean to utter those words, least of all to him. "Ok man, we'll work something out. Are you going to say anything to the others?"
He shook his head. "No. I don't want to worry anyone and I think we need some space ya know, to deal."
Sam nodded and Dean threw him another towel and he got out of the bath. He wrapped it around his waist and Dean handed the baby to him as he stripped off and jumped in the water himself. They were getting used to life on the frontier, not much choice otherwise. Sam left him alone and Dean sank below the surface of the water enjoying the blissful rush of silence in his ears.
Luc awoke alone in front of the fire and rolled over. Cole was asleep in the car and Bobby was snoring on the couch yet again. Hope was nowhere to be seen. Pulling the sheepskin around his bare torso he padded over to the kitchen and started making coffee as he yawned. He saw her from the window sat on the porch in the freezing cold. He frowned and poured water into his mug seeing she already had one and went out to join her.
She was hunched up and sat on the step staring out at the snow all around them. He sat next to her and put the coffee down enveloping her in the large blanket as he pulled her close. "You couldn't sleep?"
She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Nah, nerves I guess."
"You're nervous? That's new."
"Not of hunting. Just…"
"Leaving your parents must be hard, I don't know what that's like."
"What's this job in Russia?" She asked him quietly.
"Best I don't tell you and I will remain ignorant of the dangers you face too."
"How will we keep in touch?"
"E-mail is best." She nodded and he held her tighter fearing the pain of losing her for months on end. "Promise me one thing?"
"What's that?" She prayed he wasn't going to ask her to stay faithful because she would see it as both an insult and an impossibility. Hope needed sex like she needed air and anyone who knew her realized that.
"Listen to Cole, he is not so impetuous as you. You can be a handful."
She took his hand and placed it on her breast. "It's a trademark."
"Just swear you'll stay safe."
"Only if you promise to come back for me."
"Deal." He squeezed the flesh in his hand like it was a secret handshake.
She leaned up and kissed him. "I'll miss you."
Sam walked into the den trying to put a smile on his face for the assembled travellers. "I'm going to be taking you to the airstrip."
Cole frowned. "Dad's not coming?"
Sam was feeling choked up enough as it was. "No, he couldn't face it, but he's in the car now. He wants to talk to you Hope. Cole, go see your Mom and then when you're done." He moved his hands indicating a swap.
Hope took a deep breath and rubbed sweaty palms on her jeans as she stood up and walked out of the house to the road where the Impala was parked. She could see her Dad sat behind the wheel and she tried to capture the moment in a mental image. She suddenly had the feeling that she was a child again and wanted to wrap her arms around his ankles and beg to stay. She braced herself, opened the passenger side door and got in.
She smiled nervously as Dean looked at her. He was always so strong and self-assured that it was a slight shock to see him looking so grey and tired.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Not much to pack."
"Not what I meant."
"I didn't wanna come and see you off cos I just don't have it in me. This is tough for us."
"I mean, you're my little girl." He sighed. "It only seems like five minutes ago you were Lily's age and now look at you. I know I give you a hard time but it's only cos you're so much like me sometimes it drives me crazy."
That made her laugh. "I don't know if that's a compliment."
"You kiddin'? I'm awesome." He put a hand over hers and looked at her seriously. "Because you're like me I know I don't have to tell you to look out for your brother. But you know he's different to us. He feels more and things tend to hit him hard, so I want you to watch out for that. Don't let him mope or get all angsty ok? I'm trusting you to keep him going."
"You know I will."
"Yeah." He smiled and took a breath "You're strong Hope, a lot stronger than most of us but you have to reign that in sometimes. It's why we're better in pairs ya know? Ling used to call it Yin and Yang." He shrugged. "Whatever it is just listen to your brother and try to control some of your urges. Remember, there's no point in bein' brave if you wind up dead. You gotta know your limits, it was always my issue and it used to drive Sam crazy with worry."
He swallowed hard. "Just cos you're all independent now, it doesn't mean you can just fall off the grid. I want you to check in with me." She nodded and he pointed at her. "If I go forty eight hours without a call then I'm comin' to get you, and don't think I won't find you. You make sure the first thing you do is get cells and GPS."
"If either of you gets hurt or needs me for anything, text me your co-ordinates with an SOS. I'll get there or send someone to you as soon as humanly possible." He paused a second and coughed trying not to lose it completely. "I want you to make me a promise now and I'm deadly serious about this."
"If anyone tries to use you to get to me, whatever you do don't try to protect me. I won't thank you for it." She nodded and he stared into her eyes. "Say it."
He nodded in satisfaction staring blindly through the windscreen. "Now get lost."
"Thanks Dad." She brushed away a tear as she smiled at him. "I love you too."
Dean leaned towards her and pulled her into a hug. "You come back safe. That's an order."
The reverse scenario was being played out in the bedroom as Cole hugged his tiny mother and reassured her that everything would be ok. "I don't want you to worry Mom."
"It's my job." She sniffed unhappily. "You'll call though right?"
He smiled and kissed her hair. "Of course we will."
"I don't want you to be one of those kids that just forgets about his Mom."
"Not gonna happen. You just look after yourself."
She snorted. "Not like I have much choice, your Dad's like a Pitbull."
"Good, you need to relax and take it easy, I want you to be healthy and happy when I come back to see my little bro."
Bonnie was trying hard to be strong but was failing miserably. She sat up and took his face in both hands to look at him. "I don't know what I did to deserve you but I thank your real Mom for you every day."
He smiled at her. "You are my real Mom, nothing will ever change that."
"I'm really sorry." She sniffed. "I wish I could have been stronger and done more stuff with you when you were kids."
He frowned and pulled her hands away. "I didn't miss out on anything. Don't ever think that."
She smiled at him and paused a second "Is this what you really want Cole? You know it's not too late."
He nodded. "It's what I want and what I need, but it doesn't mean I won't miss you."
"I can't deny you anything, that's something you definitely get from your father. Just look after each other."
He kissed her on the cheek and stood up. "I'll see you soon. I love you."
She laughed through her tears. "I love you too. But you're killing me here….just go hunt demons already."
He gave her a radiant smile as he opened the door and left. Bonnie collapsed back on the pillows and couldn't believe she had to go through that again. She could literally feel her heart cracking in two as Hope walked in.
Hope's face crumbled as she walked in and collapsed onto the bed making Bonnie bounce on the mattress. She had always been the dramatic one in the family and Bonnie would find it depressingly dull without her.
"Hey Poppet." Her Mother hadn't called her that in years and Hope found she liked it. "I'm guessing you talked to your Dad?"
She sobbed. "He's gonna miss me so much."
Bonnie laughed. Another thing her daughter had inherited from her Dad was her overwhelming modesty. "I know he is. Me too. Who's going to make me laugh and watch chick flicks with me?"
She looked up and brushed her long auburn hair out of her eyes. "You'll still have Brooke."
"I know, but it's not the same." She said running her hands through the long tresses. Hope didn't elicit the same emotional response from her as her brother but she could still feel the imaginary knife twist in her chest. "You know the lovely thing about having a daughter?"
"The dream that she'll get to do all the things you never got the chance to."
"Like what?" She frowned.
Bonnie shrugged. "Go to the prom instead of getting drunk with some loser. Have a beautiful white wedding, a home."
Hope frowned. "I won't have any of that stuff though."
"Weirder things have happened. I'm going to ask you a question and I want an honest answer."
"Is this what you want? I asked your brother the same thing."
"What did he say?"
She thought about it for a second. "It's not like it's my dream come true but I take it more seriously than you all think. I believe in destiny and I'm ready for mine."
Bonnie smiled. "I look at Cole and I see your Dad but when you talk, that's when I hear him. If it's what you want then that's ok."
"I want to ask you a question too."
"Is it worth it?" Hope said with a quivering lip.
"Dying to create a new breed of Hunters?"
Bonnie's eyebrows shot up. "Is that what you think?"
Hope shrugged. "I just know that I'm the one who made you ill in the first place."
Another of Dean's traits reared its ugly head as Hope blamed everything on herself. "You didn't make me sick, it would have happened anyway. Even if it was the case, it would totally have been worth it." She told her as she looked at her beautiful but slightly swollen face. "Look, I know we're like the Addam's family sometimes but we didn't intend to create some X-Men. It was a little rushed at first but when you love someone you want to have a baby with them, it's more of a birthrite than hunting will ever be."
"Don't you ever get sick of it though?"
"The constant excitement, the music, the laughter and watching your Dad kick ass? Yeah, it bores the hell out of me." She smiled. "I was lucky, I chose this life and in spite of everything I love it but you had this thrust on you. I can see how you could get tired."
"I know I'm a pain in the ass but I never felt bad about it before cos Dad was just the same, only bigger."
"Well that's true." She laughed. "He does lead by example. Come here and give me a hug." Hope did as she was told and relaxed against her. "I know you always but heads about things and it's because your Dad's insecure about certain stuff. When he looks at you it's like he's holding a mirror up in front of himself."
"Dad's insecure? Now I've heard it all."
"Don't let the cockiness fool you. He just wants what's best for you. Maybe spending some time alone with Cole will mellow you out and also bring him out of his shell without the general public needing riot shields." She sighed. "To me though, you both got the best of him. I love that your brother's so protective over everyone and loyal to a fault."
She kissed her. "You brighten my day, just like your Dad. I feel stronger when you're around because you have all this energy and you make me laugh so much it hurts. People can say whatever they want about you but you'll never listen to them and you'll never know a boring moment in your life as a result. You inspire people. Those are amazing gifts Hope, some of the best."
"And the fact that you put up with us is yours. I'm going to miss you, I really will."
"That makes me feel even better see?" She smiled down at her.
Dean reached into the glove compartment and handed Cole his journal. "This is for you."
"You're giving me your journal?"
Dean cleared his throat. "I updated it with some contacts. There are Hunters in most States if you need anythin' but first point of call should be me or your Uncle so remember that. We're only a phone call away." He leaned over and flipped to the first page. "That's the address of a storage space in Buffalo. It used to be my Dad's and I kept it on. I cleared out most of the crap but I haven't been there in over a year so all the weapons in there will need a full detail."
"There's a lockbox in there with some credit cards that'll still be valid so that should keep you goin' for a while. I wish I could give you the Colt but we can't risk it getting' yanked by customs. As soon as we get back to civilization I'll find you and hand it over."
"You don't have to do that."
Dean stared at him. "Yes I do." He sat back finally and sighed. "Me and your sister, we understand each other. She's a spitfire and attracts trouble like moths to a flame, I'm countin' on you to bring her back without any bullet wounds or herpes."
Cole smiled. "Ok."
"Everyone's gonna assume you're a couple but don't let it freak you out. You could even use it to your advantage."
"It could be worse, they could think Sam was your lover. Don't ask." He warned. "Above all, don't piss her off when she has her period. You might not live to regret it." Dean shuddered.
Cole laughed and looked sideways at him from under his eyebrows.
"What I'm tryin' to say is she drives me crazy sometimes and she'll do the same to you, just like I tortured Sam. She's strong but you're her conscience, without you she's weaker."
"I know that now."
"As for you, you'll always be the brains of the outfit. You have some awesome talents Cole and I don't want you to hold yourself back…"
Dean shifted in his seat. "One thing you inherited from me is your thick skull. The sooner you realize you're more human than anyone in that house, the better your life will be. I want you to enjoy yourself and understand that you already earned your right to live in this world. I know the way you were born wasn't exactly normal but it never mattered to me or your Mom."
"No. It's not often I'm in this mood so just listen to me. You're a chip off the Winchester block, I couldn't be more proud of you or love you more than I do. Just don't forget that."
In a way Dean found this harder than saying goodbye to Hope and he could feel the fear of the unknown within him.
"I don't know how you do it. I mean, after seeing what those kids are capable of you're letting me leave with your only daughter?"
Dean felt angry that his words hadn't gotten through. "Next time I see you, I want you to talk to me like you're still a member of this family and not some freakin' stray we picked up for shits and giggles. You got that?"
"Don't call me that, it just makes it worse." Dean tried not to raise his voice and took a second to calm down. "When you were little you used to follow me around all the time. We used to have this morning routine…" Dean smiled at the memory. "We'd sing together, you'd watch me shave and copy everythin' I did, you were like a mini-me and I loved it. You could talk before any other kids could and you used to tell me everythin'."
"I don't remember that." He said with regret.
"I do. You wanna know how it made me feel?"
Cole was slightly shocked that his Dad would ask. "Ok."
Dean exhaled. "Hope had no choice but to be like me, it's who she is. You saw me and chose to be like me and it made me feel good. You made me want to be a better parent because you looked up to me so much."
"Dad. Why didn't you tell me this before?"
He smirked. "I was savin' it for a special occasion."
Cole looked at the journal. "I'm sorry, for everything."
"I don't want your apology."
"What do you want?"
"All I ever wanted Cole. I just want you to be happy. If you do this and you still wanna play guitar afterwards then just promise me one thing."
Dean smiled. "You'll let your old man be a roadie for ya."
He laughed out loud. "I don't tell you this enough but you rock. You really do."
Dean shrugged and then looked directly at him. "You're my boy, you know that right? There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
Cole took a moment and then leaned over to give him a hug. "I know that Dad."
"Just cut your freakin' hair. Please."
When they finally all left, Dean walked back into the house and stood for a second hating the silence with everything in him. He knew that Brooke and Dylan were keeping themselves scarce and Bonnie would have heard the car pull away. Dean just didn't have it in him to face her, he was meant to be the strong one and he wasn't feeling it.
The Christmas tree had lost its sparkle and the fire had dwindled to embers as he considered the despondency within him. He knew he had to focus his energy on Bonnie and the baby but couldn't find the energy to be pro-active when he just felt like disappearing. He suddenly understood the term 'empty nest' and felt like a part of him was missing. He took a moment to feel and embrace it before pushing it away to be filed like everything else in the clutter of his darkly overloaded soul.
He made his way to the bedroom he had been sharing with his wife and paused a second to find his resolve before going in.
He paused on the threshold and stared at his wife in shock as she lay in bed. She looked fine.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"I did my crying when I said goodbye. I'm done." She pulled the sheet away from the mattress. "Come here."
He hesitated a second and then put the toe of one foot to the heel of another removing his boots quickly before climbing in next to her. "You're evil." He said as she wrapped her arms around him.
"I know exactly how you feel, don't be scared to show me Dean. I'm not gonna freak."
Bonnie had let it all out when she was in front of the kids preserving her strength for him. He couldn't show them how much it hurt but after all these years he could finally let it go in front of his wife.
When Sam finally got back he collapsed on the couch cursing the fact they were out of freshly chopped wood. He didn't have the energy or the impetus to start a fire let alone chop wood. The fact they had no TV or stereo hadn't bothered him until now but suddenly the silence was overwhelming and he could almost smell the presence of despair. He felt like shooting himself until he heard little feet pounding on carpet and was winded as Dylan jumped on him.
"Hey." Sam groaned. His son was just what he needed right now to cheer him up. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." He said hugging him.
"It's been an hour and seven minutes." He answered sticking out his bottom lip playfully.
"That long?" Sam closed his eyes and tried to imagine again how he would feel when his son left him. He couldn't bear it. "I'm depressed."
"I can tell."
"What can we do to cheer us all up?"
Sam laughed. "Maybe something Aunt Bonnie can join in too?"
"She can spin the dial."
"Can you imagine Uncle Dean playing Twister?"
"No and that's what makes it so funny."
Sam suddenly felt revitalized and threw his little boy in the air as he squealed happily. "We have chores to do first then we can play."
"Chores? Isn't that a bit Little House?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "You spend way too much time with your Uncle." He sat up and slapped his hands together. "Right, we need food, wood and the washing needs doing. That's your job."
"Washing? Don't girls do that?"
Sam looked over his shoulder. "Don't let your mother hear you say that!" He whispered. "I'll show you how to work the washer, men can do housework too you know?"
"I know you do but no one else does."
Sam sat back and looked at him. "Does that seem weird to you?"
He thought about it for a second. "I guess not, cos you do so much guy stuff too."
Sam coughed diplomatically and looked at his son. "What's "guy stuff" mean?"
He shrugged like it was obvious. "Shooting, fighting and protecting girls."
Sam laughed. "You've heard too much about guy stuff. I think it's time I taught you what it means to be a real man."
"Are you going to teach me about responsibility cos I already know."
"There's a little more to it than that. Don't worry though, something tells me you'll be a natural."
Dean could hear the axe fall outside and felt like it was splitting his skull wide open. He woke with a start and wondered for a minute where he was as he sat up. He checked his watch and saw that it was already the afternoon. He had passed out exhausted in Bonnie's arms and not realized he had almost wasted an entire day.
He cursed himself and his stupidity as he checked on his wife. She seemed ok but he could no longer be sure. "Bonnie?"
"Honey you have to wake up. You haven't eaten or drunk anything in hours."
"I'm ok, just leave me."
"Not a chance."
"Dean, I just want to sleep."
He thought for a second and jumped off the bed. "I got an idea about what might keep you awake."
"I don't wanna have sex right now babe."
"Yeah, you wish."
"Where are you taking me?" She grumbled as he wrapped the blanket around her and picked her up. "For some fresh Alaskan air."
"Are you mad?"
"I must be." He said as he charged through the house and kicked open the back door.
Sam and Brooke both looked up as he emerged into the dim light. "Hi." Brooke said in shock from where she sat on the back stoop.
"Hey, is this a private party or can anyone join the perv fest?" He asked as Sam paused mid swing.
They continued to stare as he set Bonnie down next to Brooke. She pulled the blanket around her and she looked at him like he had lost the plot.
Dean looked back at her. "We haven't got TV so you may as well watch Sam tryin' to be macho."
"Where are you going?"
"I gotta make a phone call. Perv on." He answered as he went back into the house.
"Any idea?" Brooke asked her.
"None. But that's nothing new."
Dylan handed his Dad another fat log and Sam placed it on the chopping board. "So chicks really like this huh?" He asked him.
"Don't call them that, most of them don't like it. And yeah they love this stuff." Sam smiled.
"If I knew the answer to that then I'd probably win a Nobel Prize." He thought about it for a second. "One minute they want you wielding an axe and the next they want you watching Oprah and changing diapers."
"So that makes you the perfect man then huh?"
Sam pulled the axe up to his shoulder and looked at his wife and sister in law. "Only to them, but they're slightly twisted." He whispered.
Dylan laughed as he looked at the two women. "You have no idea Dad."
"Look, I know it's a lot to ask and we're in the ass end of the planet but I don't know what else to do."
"Ok, let me look at flights and I'll get there as soon as I can."
"Man, you're a legend."
"I can't promise anything Dean, if it's as bad as you say then I don't know what I can do."
"You can do better than me and that's all that counts."
There was a sigh on the end of the line. "Ok, I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll call you."
"Appreciate it." Dean said as he hung up the phone and sat down heavily in the armchair.
Nitro padded up to him and rested his muzzle on Dean's leg. "You too huh? Sucks doesn't it?"
The dog raised his brows and Dean stared at him a little freaked out. "You eaten yet? Hey has this dog eaten?" He screamed out into the yard.
"NO!" Sam yelled back.
Dean instinctively went to check on the baby. Once he saw she was safe he relaxed and decided not to turn Nitro into kebabs. He stepped out into the frozen backyard. "Anyone up for barbeque?"
"Are you kidding?" Brooke asked. "It's freezing and what are we going to cook?"
Dean shrugged. "I'm in the mood for some meat and by the looks of you women you are too." He rolled his eyes as he watched Sam flex his muscles. "I'll go to the store. Any requests?"
"Formula…my nipples are killing me." Brooke said looking up.
"Too much information, but done. Anyone else?"
"I don't suppose strawberries are in season?" Bonnie looked at his face. "Didn't think so. I'm good."
"Ok, I'll be back in a bit."
Dean sat down at a booth in Whalers and closed his eyes. He just needed to sit for a second and catch a breath before going home. The word cursed him. He'd never had one until he married and now he missed the feeling. He missed his kids and it had only been hours. He hated Alaska and its lack of shops and cell reception. He was in a foul mood and wanted to disappear for a while.
A shadow passed over his closed lids and he opened them to see Kyri sat opposite him. She pushed an open beer bottle at him. "On the house."
"What did I do?" He raised his eyebrows.
"The Sherriff's got food poisoning."
"I don't wanna hear this right now do I?"
"Kyri, c'mon! You got a town full of blue collar men."
"That are celebratin' New Year early. We got a situation. Someone's gone to your house already."
"Awww shit." He said taking a swig of beer. "What happened?"
"A house party that's kinda gone South."
"You want me to break up a house party? Are you kiddin' me?"
The door opened and Bart stormed in. "Thank God you're here."
"What the…?" Dean felt bombarded.
"They got the girls in there."
Kyri cursed and stared Dean cold in the eye. "We got cells and we got keys to them, just no one to fill them."
"For cryin' out loud." He took a breath. "What girls?"
"Our High school has a senior class of forty." Bart explained. "One girl was having a party and it's been crashed by a bunch of Pipeliners."
"It's like five in the afternoon!"
"And it'll be dark in ten minutes. Your point is?"
"What are the guys doin?" Dean sighed.
"Well they're not there for the Peach Schnapps." Kyri told him.
"Are they armed?"
"For the most part I doubt it." Bart said with a shrug.
"Well that's reassuring. Where is it?" He asked draining the bottle and standing up.
"I'll take you, we can go on foot." Bart responded.
"I'll take the car." He looked at Kyri. "You owe us dinner."
She smiled. "Any time hero."
He did a double take and frowned as he followed Bart out of the door.
When they got to the house Dean was shocked. A full on riot was in progress as angry parents tried to get into the house that seemed like party central. As he pulled up he could hear screams coming from inside and his gut clenched as he thought of kids being in there.
"Hell of a Sheriff you've got if he missed this for a bit of bad shrimp." Dean commented as he put on the brake and opened the door.
As Dean walked around to open the trunk Sam came jogging down the street. "Thank God you're here Dean."
"Yeah, I'm just in a savin' the world mood today Sammy." He said tossing him a shotgun.
They loaded up and Dean closed the trunk and walked to the front of the house. "We need to be deputized or anythin'?" He asked Bart.
"Yeah." He looked at them. "You're deputized. Did I not mention I'm the Mayor?"
Dean laughed. "This is actually pretty cool Sam, kinda like the Wild West only with drunk Russians instead of Indians."
"Great Dean, so now you're a cowboy?"
"I always was, I just don't do chaps and spurs."
Sam rolled his eyes as Dean fired a round into the air.
"ANYONE WHO'S NOT A DRUNK RUSSIAN OR A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS PLEASE LEAVE NOW!"
Bart frowned at him but followed suit as he moved the parents a safe distance away. They were all shouting at them and Dean had had just about enough as he faced the small crowd.
"Look people I'm a parent too. I can hear the freakin' screams from here, but the longer it takes me to keep you guys under control then the less time I have to kick ass in there! Are we done yet?" He glared at them all. "That's what I thought."
He turned his back to them and sighed at his brother. "Ok, it was a lot easier to blow up a government place where everyone inside was guilty." He looked at Bart. "You have any idea how many kids are in there?"
"Great. Stay behind me Sam." He said as he went in.
As soon as he walked in he could smell the marijuana, he'd been in Cole's room enough times to recognize the scent. It was almost as dark as his room too as the sun set and the strobe lights flashed. "Guess the kids make their own fun in town." Dean whispered over his shoulder.
"What's the plan Dean?" Sam answered as they entered the hallway.
Dean spotted a phone cable and grabbed it tearing it out of the wall with one hand. He wrenched it loose and grabbed his knife cutting it into lengths. "Plasticuffs." He said to his brother as he handed some back to him. "Cuff anyone who goes willingly and brain anyone who doesn't."
"I think so." He shrugged as he moved through the pine hallway to the den. A girl was screaming loudly and Dean felt his gorge rise as he heard her yell 'No' repeatedly. He motioned back to Sam to cover him as he moved around the doorframe. "Freeze!" He yelled.
He was stunned when they all obeyed and he looked over his shoulder at his brother. "I always wanted to say that."
"Knock yourself out." Sam retorted when he saw the teens crapping themselves.
Dean saw a guy manhandling a teenage girl in the couch and yanked him off her. "Cuff him Sam." He said as he kicked the man in the head. He could get into this law enforcement thing if he set his mind to it. He helped the girl up, averting his gaze as she pulled her top back on. "Stay here, til I tell you it's ok." She nodded fearfully as he covered the door.
They hadn't exactly taken the silent approach but bizarrely there were still screams coming from somewhere as the rest of the crowd bolted at the first sign of arrest.
"Dean. It's upstairs."
People were running all over the place but somewhere in the house a young girl was living her worst nightmare.
Dean sprinted up the pine staircase and headed to the source. He found the door and kicked it open as the screams abruptly stopped. Dean stood in the doorway and stared in shock at the carnage in front of him. He didn't even turn his head as he yelled to his brother. "Vampire!"
Sam heard Dean let off a couple of shots and hurl himself into the room but he needed to find something capable of decapitating the bastard thing before it could get loose. He burst into every room searchng desperately before he returned. "Dean I can't find anything!"
He ran back and heard Dean yell. "Sammy I need some help!"
He practically fell into the room and saw Dean on top of the vamp. "Shoot his freakin' head off!" He shouted.
Sam aimed for the neck with his handgun and started to fire. It took a full magazine before Dean could wrench the head clear of the body and the threat was gone.
The young girl on the bed continued to scream and Sam went to check her over. "Did he bite you?" He shouted.
She nodded despite the shock.
"Did you drink any of his blood?" He asked as he stared into her face.
She responded by vomiting on him and he fought the urge to flinch. "It's ok….it's ok, you're safe now." He wrapped the bedsheet around her naked body and hugged her for a second. "Dean?!"
"Think freakin' fast cos the townspeople are carrying torches and we just decapitated a dude."
"Don't deputies do that?" Dean asked. "Yeah, ok, maybe not. I don't know…maybe it's one of the freaks that came from that place."
Sam stared at him. "Dean, tell me you didn't let all those monsters go free from there."
He grimaced. "Not all of 'em. Some maybe?"
"Collateral damage Sam."
Sam stood up from the bed and stared at him in shock. "This is the nearest town for miles Dean."
Dean got a sick feeling in his stomach. "Oh fuck."
"Can you say all you can eat buffet in Latin Dean? Cos that's what you just brought down on Point Hope." Sam felt like hyperventilating. "I guess if you wanna fix this then there's a new Sheriff in town." He shouted angrily. "FUCK!"
So there's the conclusion of Offspring. The new story will be called 'Supremacy'. Look out for it to find out what happens with Cole and Hope's hunt. What happens in Point Hope in general and of course Bonnie. Add me as an Author to get alerts and I shall provide you with porn!"