Title: The Other Winchester Brothers
Summary: Dean's not the oldest son of John and he's always known it. They just found out Sam's not the youngest either. It's been twenty two years since Dean last saw his big brother and neither of them had met the youngest but that's about to change even if they have to knock their dad out in the process.
Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters. I'm just playing with in their sandbox. This is the only time I will put in the disclaimer that doesn't mean I'm claiming ownership it just means I'm lazy. :P
AN: here's another plot bunny that just won't leave me alone. This is AU for Supernatural during the last episode of season 1. They aren't hit by the semi. They get to the hospital and are released a few days later with John on crutches. BtVS is cannon to season 7 but not for the comics or books. The time line for BtVS hasn't changed. This story is set in current time so the Scoobies are thirtyish. I'm taking liberties with ages assuming that most of them graduated at age 17 or 18 in 1999. The supernatural time line has been pushed forward with season 1 happening in 2011-2012 time-frame. Adam is a few years younger than in cannon. He's fourteen in this story.
John was sitting in the back seat of the impala with his leg up while his sons talked to each other ignoring his existence. They had been giving him the silent treatment for a week and a half by this point and it was getting ridiculous. The last time they had spoken to him had been to ask for the addresses of their brothers. He honestly didn't know where his oldest had moved to after his home town had collapsed nine years ago but Sam and Dean were angry enough not to believe him. Hell the only reason he knew Alex was even alive was because he'd run into Jessica Harris about a month after the collapse and she'd told him that Alex had contacted her and let her know that he was alive. She hadn't known where he was, where he was going and he hadn't left any contact information either so he truly had no idea where his oldest was.
He had at least known where his youngest lived. That had stopped the yelling and been the beginning of the let's ignore our asshole of a father stage they were currently in. And okay he kind of deserved it but he hadn't actually known about Adam's existence until after Sam had left for Stanford. He should have told Dean but damn it he was only human. Kate had made him promise to keep Adam away from Hunting before she would even let him meet Adam four years ago. He had let Adam be a child because he had a loving mother to care for him but John was mentally kicking himself for not at least teaching the basics.
With Alex it had been different. John had had him every summer until Mary died. Eight year old Alex had been brought to Lawrence by his mother for Mary's funeral. It had been the last time John had seen his oldest son. He'd been so focused on learning everything he could about the supernatural and trying to take care of Sam and Dean that he just couldn't handle having Alex as well that first summer and the next year hadn't been any easier. Eventually Alex had stopped asking to visit, Dean had stopped asking for his big brother and John had signed over custody to Tony Harris. By the time the boys were eleven, seven and three years old respectively Alex had become a taboo subject in the Winchester family. Sam had completely forgotten his oldest brother while Dean had kept silent.
Azazel had taunted them with the fact that his other sons were even more vulnerable because they had no way of knowing what was after them and John hadn't taught them how to protect themselves. It wasn't just Adam and Alex in danger either. Alex could have a wife and kids by now for all John knew. That thought was eating him up inside.
The impala was currently parked across the street from the Milligan home in a quiet suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. They were currently waiting in the car with the windows rolled down for Adam or his mother to get home. They'd been parked there for about an hour before John spotted Adam and a group of girls walking toward the Milligan residence. The girls were surrounding Adam, one in each side of him two in front and two behind him. They were laughing and horsing around but all six girls were paying attention to their surroundings. "That's Adam walking with those girls," announced John.
"Well damn, little brother's got game," joked Dean. The girls were a mix of different races. One of the girls was black, one was Asian, one was Latina and the other three were white. Even the three white girls were diverse in looks, one was a red head, one was blonde and the last was a brunette. All six were adorable though.
"Um, is it just me or are those girls a little too aware of their surroundings. They kinda look like they're Adam's protection detail or something," stated softly Sam.
The pretty little black girl with wild ebony curls next to Adam said something that caused Adam to stop and look straight at the impala. Adam recognized the impala and his dad in the back seat but had no idea who the guys in the front were and with the way his week had been going he wasn't going to get anywhere near that car without a detailed explanation of who they were.
Adam stayed where he was but called out, "Hey Dad, what are you doing here? And who's that with you?"
"At least he's smart enough to stay away from strangers," muttered Dean as he and Sam got out of the car. Dean walked around to the trunk, opened it, grabbed a pair of crutches, closed the trunk and handed them to John.
The girl that had informed Adam of their presences snorted while the brunette giggled in response to Dean's words. Three demons had tried to kill him before he'd learned what most five year olds already knew, stranger equals danger. Adam was their friend but he was denser than a brick sometimes.
"They're your older brothers, Dean and Sam. They wanted to meet you so we came to visit," answered John as he levered himself out of the car and leaned on the crutches. "You think we can talk inside?" The alone part was implied.
"Adam's supposed to come home with us because Aunt Kate has to work a double shift tonight and there's been a couple of attempted abductions in the area and she doesn't want Adam staying home alone. We're just stopping to let Adam get some clothes before we go home. You're welcome to come with but Dad's a real worry wart and if we go home with out Adam we'll probably get grounded and I really don't want to get grounded because we have a dance on Friday and I can't go if I'm grounded. Mom and Dad won't mind if you come over. They'd want to meet you all anyways," babbled the brunette.
John's eyes looked a little glazed after that. Sam had managed to follow most of her babbling but even he was looking a bit dazed at the information overload. Dean just stared in awe at the girl that hadn't even paused to breathe during that award worthy babble.
"I think you broke them," stated Adam totally unfazed by his friend's babble.
The other girls laughed while the brunette looked sheepish.
"I thought Sammy could babble but that was amazing," offered Dean shaking off his awe at her ramble.
"That was nothing, you should see Dad and our aunts, they're like babbling gods," offered the black girl with a grin.
"Who are all of you?" asked Dean before adding, "Because calling you girls one through six in my head is getting a bit annoying."
"I'm Niaira," said the black girl, "These are my sisters, Dylan the babbler, the blonde is Alayna, the red head is Ariel, Camila is the other brunette and last but not least is Kyoko."
"You're all sisters?" asked Sam not trying be rude but kinda surprised. You didn't see that kind of multicultural family very often.
"Mom and Dad adopted Niaira when she was seven, Dylan's one of their biological kid and the rest of us are their foster kids," answered Camila with a shrug. People asked that question a lot.
"What happened to your leg?" asked Adam.
"Your brother shot me," answered John truthfully eyeing Sam.
"Why'd ya do that?" asked Alayna.
Sam looked at Dean helplessly.
"Cause Dad was being an ass," answered Dean with a shrug.
Sam face palmed and said, "It was an accident. We were hunting."
Dylan laughed and Niaira elbowed her hard. The three Winchesters frowned at their antics.
"Sorry, its just Niaira shot Dad in the leg with a crossbow two years ago when we were bow hunting and I remember Dad acting the same way afterwards. He kept telling everyone that asked about the crutches that his daughter shot him. It was funny," explained Dylan.
A woman walked up at that moment and asked, "What's the what?"
Dean took a long moment to appreciate the hotness of the woman that had just arrived and whisled. Even Sam couldn't stop himself from checking her out. John snorted at his sons behavior. Sure she was a good looking woman but they didn't need to be so obvious about it.
The woman leered right back and said, "Sorry pretty boy you're not my type. I like my men-"
"Mom!" whined Dylan interrupting her mother, "These are Adam's Dad and brothers. They want to talk to Adam but Dad said we aren't supposed to separate for any reason so we invited them to come home with us and we got a little sidetracked."
"Of course you did. Short stack, did you get your stuff yet?" asked Faith.
"Not yet. We kinda got distracted," answered Adam.
"Go get it before I do," ordered Faith. Adam turned around and raced into the house. He'd known her long enough to know that she'd pick the most embarrassing clothes he owned simply because she was got a kick out of it.
"Short stack?" asked Dean with a grin.
"It was that or poptart, he chose short stack," answered Faith with a shrug.
"I know Kate wouldn't mind if he stays here with us," announced John.
"Probably not but I don't know you and he's supposed to spend the night at our house so that's where he's going to be. I have no problem with you three tagging along but he's coming home with us," countered Faith.
John nodded his head in understanding. To her he was a stranger and he appreciated her looking out for Adam. "I guess we'll follow you then. How far are we from your house?"
Faith grinned and said, "Not far at all, about a five minutes walk. Girls get ta stepping . We'll meet you there." The girls headed home with out complaint. Their mom could handle three guys with both hands tied behind her back. The younger two were pinging their slaydar slightly but it wasn't in a demony way. It was the way that Dad, Aunt Dawn, Aunt Willow and Aunt Cordelia pinged. The way that Talented humans pinged.
After the girls left Faith asked, "Mind if I hitch a ride with you?"
"Sure," answered Dean.
"By the way I'm John and these are my sons Dean and Sam," offered John as they waited for Adam.
"Name's Faith," answered Faith as Adam came back out carrying a backpack.
"Hop in short stack. We're getting a ride in this wicked beauty," stated Faith as she got in the back seat.
"How come I always have to sit bitch?" asked Adam petulantly.
Faith laughed and said, "Because little bitches sit in bitch."
Dean snorted, Sam smiled and John shook his his head at the by play.
Faith directed them to her home and boy were they surprised at the sight that greeted them. They couldn't even see the house. It was surrounded by walls fifteen feet high and the driveway had a wrought iron gate across it. The old fashion kind with spear shaped tips. There was a biometric hand scanner attached to an actual gatehouse.
Dean turned around in his seat to face Faith as he said, "You sure as hell don't look like the kind of lady that would live here."
"Dude, I'm a Boston Southie not a Beacon Hill rich bitch. This is a company property. We live here but we sure as hell don't own the place. Plus there are about thirty of us living here," stated Faith as she reached out the window and placed her hand on the scanner.
The gate opened and they continued on their way. Dean and Sam both shivered as the impala crossed over the property line and shared a look but forgot about the weird sensation they had felt as they got their first look at the place. It wasn't a house at all but a manor, four stories tall and sprawling with a detached garage that could double as a nice sized home.
"Park where ever you want but I'd recommend staying as far away from the mini coop as possible," offered Faith.
Dean parked the impala away from the shinny red mini cooper, they all got out of the car and headed inside. Adam was sent to put his stuff away and to hang out with the rest of the kids while Faith lead his new family members away for questioning.
She led them into a study, plopped herself on the large mahogany desk while they seated themselves. "So...want to tell me why Azazel keeps coming after Adam? We've already had to stop three attempts so don't give me any bull shit."
Sam looked gobsmacked, Dean narrowed his eyes in suspicion and John steadily met her eyes.
"Azazel killed my wife when Sam was a baby and his girl last November so we've been hunting him," answered John looking just as surprised that he told the truth as his sons did.
"What the hell Dad?" yelled Dean.
"Aww don't be yellin' at your pops. He would have told the truth no matter what he tried to say. The room is truth spelled. You don't have to say anything but everything you do say is going to be the truth," offered Faith.
"You a witch?" asked John sending a stand down look to his sons. He was going to give her the benefit of the doubt because she'd been protecting Adam.
"Nah, I'm a Slayer. Red's the super Wicca. She did the truth spell on the room. It comes in handy," answered Faith.
"Does the truth spell work on you or does it just work on people you bring in here?" asked Dean.
"The spell works on every one in the room no exceptions," answered Faith.
"How do we know you're tellin' the truth?" countered Dean.
"Ask me anything you want," replied Faith.
"What's your full name?" asked Dean.
"Faith Fiona Lehane," answered Faith.
"Are you married?" questioned Dean.
"No," replied Faith.
"Why not?" asked Sam.
"My Boytoy has a fear of marriage. Left his fiancee at the alter on their wedding day. She died about a year later," answered Faith.
"How long have you been together?" asked Sam.
"Nine years," answered Faith.
Sam and Dean exchanged a look, they remembered Camila telling them that Dylan was Faith and their dad's biological kid.
"Nine years?" repeated Sam.
"Yeah, we had sex before that but we've only been together for the last nine years," answered Faith.
"You both took care of her?" asked Sam.
"Neither of us had her. We slept together once during high school, I fell in with a bad crowd and ended up in a coma for nine months. He didn't know I was pregnant and I was still coma girl when Dylan was born so she was put in the system. We got lucky and the family that had her was a good one. I woke up a few months later still messed up and freaked out. I thought I'd lost the baby and went a little more off the deep end, ended up in jail for a couple of years. I got myself sorted out while I was there and broke out when a friend needed me. I got a presidential pardon a few months later," explained Faith.
The Winchesters were silent for almost a minute just processing before Dean asked, "How old were you when you got called as the Slayer?"
"Sixteen. Longest living slayer in history as this point. We changed the game though no more one girl in the world bull shit. We got thousands of slayers now. No one fights alone any more meaning the survival rate has gone up," answered Faith.
"You mean that all those girls are slayers? You take them from their families? You force them to fight?" asked Sam.
"Yes, only the ones in bad situations the rest are at our boarding schools voluntarily and go home to their families during summer and winter holidays and after they graduate they can do what they want. A lot of our girls have gone on to college and some of the oldest group have gotten married, started families and have actual careers besides slaying. And for your last question no, if they don't want to fight we don't force them to. We give them the training they need to be able to protect themselves. For the ones that refuse to come at all we send a trained slayer watcher team to keep an eye on them for their protection but otherwise we leave them alone," answered Faith.
"Why are you protecting Adam?" asked John.
"You mean besides the fact that he's an innocent? Short stack's been friends with my daughters since we moved here. He's practically family. When the other kids wouldn't even talk to Niaira because she spoke differently than them, he played with her, stuck up for her and generally made her transition from Africa to Ohio easier. He reminds me of my Boytoy, sometimes denser than a brick but all heart," answered Faith.
"Does Adam know about the supernatural?" asked John.
"Yes, for the past two years and before you ask he doesn't patrol at all. Boytoy's been teaching him how to protect himself though. He's pretty good with a crossbow and staff. He just started learning sword fighting," answered Faith.
"Sword fighting?" asked Dean.
"We deal with corporeal demons, vampires, rogue witches and warlocks for the most part. Beheadings usually work on demons. Bullets just piss off most demons so swords, axes, crossbows and stakes are our go to weapons. And the rocket launcher but we haven't had to use that in a few years. The biblical smoke and possession demons tend to be rare but they're getting uppity lately. We've had more cases involving them this year than the five years before that combined," explained Faith.
"What the hell is your boytoy's name?" asked Dean.
"Xander," answered Faith with a smirk. She'd been waiting for that question since she called him Boytoy the first time. She was a bit surprised it taken them so long to ask.
Dean snorted and asked, "What the hell kind of name is Xander?"
"Short for Alexander. He went to high school with a Buffy, a Harmony, an Aura and an Aphrodesia so really not that weird," defended Faith.
Before the Winchesters could ask his last name the door to the study opened and a little boy stumbled in with tear tracks framed expressive brown eyes and a bloody shirt held to his nose. The little boy, that couldn't have been more than seven or eight, looked a pitiful mess. Dean and Sam winched in sympathy for the kid.
"Mommy," cried the boy. "We were playing and Emie forgot and I hit the wall but it was an ak'cident Mommy."
Faith had gone into mama nurse mode as soon as she'd seen the tear tracks and blood. She pulled a first aid kit out of the desk, grabbed an ice pack wrapped it with a hand towel before setting it aside and scooping up the boy. She set him on the desk and pulled the wadded up shirt away from his face to check the damage. The bleeding had already stopped and his nose wasn't broken so she grabbed a few moist towelettes and gently cleaned him up.
John's heart skipped a beat painfully when he got his first look at the boy's face. John heard a sharp intake of breath from his left that he assumed was Dean noticing the same resemblance that had stolen his breath.
After JD was cleaned off Faith held the towel wrapped ice pack to his nose and said, "Hold that there until I tell you to stop and don't move."
"Okay Mommy," replied JD.
"Where's your dad?" asked Faith.
"Trying to get Emie to stop crying. It was an ak'cident and she said sorry and then she started crying cause my nose was bleeding and I tried to make her not cry 'cause I'm okay its just a little booboo but she kept 'pologizing and crying and I didn't want her to cry any more so I got Daddy because Daddy always knows how to stop the crying," answered JD.
Faith nodded at her son in understanding before asking, "You mind watching JD while I go check on them?"
"Sure, no problem," answered Dean.
"Make sure he keeps the icepack on his nose. The little shit's sneaky," added Faith just before she left the study.
"Who are you?" asked JD.
"I'm Dean," answered Dean. He pointed to Sam and said, "He's my little brother Sam."
"My name's Jesse Dean and I have a little brother too but his name is Jackson. I like being a big brother, don't you?" asked JD.
"Yep," replied Dean with a smile. "I heard you've got a lot of sisters too."
"Uh huh, I got lots of sisters. Dylan, Niaira, Alayna, Camila, Kyoko and Ariel are older than me. Emie's younger than me. Tara and Janna are twins and younger than me but they my half sisters because Daddy's their daddy but Aunt Willow and Aunt Kennedy are their mommies. Do you have any sisters?" asked JD.
"Not that I'm aware of," answered Dean sending a narrowed eyed look at his father.
"Poor you. Sisters are cool. Mine take me and Jackson to the park all the time and they help me when I ask and they love me no matter what," announced JD with dimpled grin before putting the icepack back on his nose.
"That sounds nice," said Sam.
"How old are ya JD?" asked Dean.
"I'm eight, how old are you?" countered JD.
"I'm twenty seven," answered Dean.
JD looked at Sam waiting for his answer.
"I'm twenty three," answered Sam.
JD smiled at Dean and said, "I'm four years older than my little brother too."
"You know what?" asked Dean.
"What?" asked JD.
"You're a very smart kid," replied Dean.
JD smirked and said, "Of course. It's the age of the geek, baby."
The Winchesters laughed. Dean glanced behind himself when he heard a soft laugh and locked eyes with the man that had to be Xander. He was holding a little brunette girl that Dean guessed was little Emie if the puffy red eyes were anything to go by. Neither of them were making a sound. Dean sent Xander a questioning look, Xander responded with a smile and a jaunty little wave before motioning for Dean to keep quiet. JD, John and Sam hadn't noticed them and he wanted it to stay like that for a little longer.
"What do you do for fun around here besides going to the park?" asked John.
"Daddy's makin' a boat in his wood-shop and he lets me help. We also have a paint ball course in the backyard. We play guys vs gals it's fun," answered JD.
John thought the paint ball course was a very useful training tool for the kids and wished he had that when Sam and Dean were young. Sam probably would have complained a hell of a lot less.
"That doesn't sound very fair. There are a lot more girls than boys from the sound of things," said Sam.
"Its not fair for the girls because Uncle Connor's a master at tracking, stealth and evasion, Uncle Graham's an Army Ranger, me and Adam are sharp shooters and Daddy's a mastermind. He says losing is character building but he won't play on their team so I think he just likes winning," answered JD with a crooked grin.
Sam snorted in amusement while John and Dean chuckled.
"What's your name Mister? Cause Dean didn't tell me who you were," asked JD.
"He's your Grandpa John," announced Xander from the doorway. "Dean and Sam are your uncles and so is Adam apparently."
John and Sam jerked toward Xander in surprise.
"Oh. Nice ta meet ya Grandpa. Daddy do I have to call Adam, Uncle Adam now?" asked JD.
"Nah, but you might want to call him that just to see how he reacts. It should be pretty funny," answered Xander.
"Can I go do that now?" asked JD mischievously.
"How's your nose feeling?" questioned Xander while the little girl tensed up in his arms.
"Cold but otherwise its fine. See," said JD as he removed the icepack.
"Its all better Emie. Come help me prank Uncle Adam?" asked JD as he tugged on her hand.
Little Emie's expression looked torn as she glanced between the men that she'd just learned were family and her big brother wanting to play a prank on their favorite target.
"Go play with Jesse. Your grandpa and uncles aren't going anywhere," offered Xander as he set her on her feet.
"Come on Emie, that's Dad's 'the grown ups have to talk' voice," said JD as he pulled her away.
"Don't leave," yelled Emie as the door to the study closed behind them.
Xander took a seat on the desk and the study was quiet for a full minute as they just stared at each other.
"So..." started Sam only to trail off as he didn't know what to say.
"Faith's really hot," announced Dean.
Xander nodded in agreement and grinned. Sam sent Xander and Dean a funny look. Xander shrugged and asked, "What?"
"That doesn't bother you?" asked Sam in return.
"Dude, admit it even you were thinking that and its not like he said he wanted to have sex with her," answered Xander, but he did raise a questioning eyebrow at Dean.
Dean raised his arms in a placating gesture and said, "Not after I learned she's your baby mama, but you ever break up yeah probably."
"Dean! What the hell is wrong with you?" asked Sam while John cuffed Dean upside the head.
Dean looked slightly mortified at the words that had just come out of his mouth and said, "The truth spell's still in effect."
Xander laughed, decided to spare the rest of Dean's dignity and changed the subject, "So Adam and Azazel?"
"Azazel killed Mary," stated John.
"Oh. Well that explains a lot. You know how to kill him? Because other than an exorcism that'll only send him back to hell we haven't found much on getting rid of his kinda demons," asked Xander.
"We have a gun made by Samuel Colt that can kill demons. But we only have one bullet left," answered John.
"I take it that it has to be a kill shot?" questioned Xander.
"Yeah," answered Dean. The fact that it would kill the helpless host as well was left unsaid but Xander got the message.
"I've go an idea but I need to see the bullet," announced Xander.
The three Winchesters exchanged looks. They were wary of handing the Colt to any one. Sam and Dean hadn't known John was possessed until they were already in the cabin. Xander could be possessed by Azazel right now for all they knew.
Xander seeing the shared hesitance pulled the collar of his shirt down far enough for all three to see a tattoo over his heart and said, "After the third time I got possessed Willow, Dawn and Giles brainstormed and came up with this. Its my very own anti-possession tattoo. Made with blessed ink and mojo'd for my protection."
"Third possession?" asked John in surprise. Faith had said they didn't have much contact with the incorporeal demons.
"You know how it is. Crazy shaman does a ritual trying to absorb a Primal Hyena Spirit that I happen to walk into unsuspectingly during a field trip to the zoo sophomore year. Former demon summoning current chaos mage turned everyone into their costumes for Halloween trying to get his former friend's attention cause he was lonely. And last but not least, actually I'm not mentioning that one...No really I'm not talking about it. There is no power on earth that will make me tell you about that horrible incident."
Faith snorted causing everyone but Xander to jump. She was about to speak when Xander interrupted, "You tell them and I'll be sleeping on the couch for the next month."
She pouted at him but kept her mouth shut. Xander was perfectly capable of with holding sex and that was never fun for her.
Dean removed the gun from the small of his back, took the last remaining bullet out and handed it over to his older brother.
Xander closed his right eye and studied the bullet with his left. After two minutes of careful scrutiny he opened his right eye, nodded and said, "Willow can make more bullets."
"Ya know I still find that creepy," commented Faith.
"What did you just do and why is it creepy?" asked Sam.
Faith sent a questioning look at Xander. He grimaced slightly before nodding. "Boytoy's left eye is a prosthetic. The First Evil's right hand man crushed it with his thumb almost ten years ago right after calling him The One Who Sees. He got the prosthetic a few months later and noticed he could see stuff out it. Everyone freaked out until Dawnie figured it out."
Sam and John stared at Xander in growing panic while Dean raised an eyebrow in question at him.
"Bloodline Talent," stated Xander.
Dean hummed in understanding while John and Sam exchanged confused looks not noticing Dean's reaction.
"What the hell is a bloodline talent?" asked John.
"It's a supernaturally inclined talent. The actual Talent or Talents depends on which bloodline you have and if you carry more than one. Sometimes the Talent stays dormant for generations, sometimes long enough for the families to entirely forget about it and sometimes every member of a bloodline has an active talent in every generation. Only thing we truly know for a fact is that its not demon induced. Dawn thinks its angelically induced but as we've never come across an Angel of God I'm not holding my breath for conformation. I can see magic out of my left eye socket," explained Xander.
Sam was starting to look hopeful and John still looked confused.
"How does that work exactly? Do you have to close the right or what?" asked Dean calmly but interested at the same time.
Sam and John were now staring at Dean like he'd just grown another head. Dean was taking this too calmly for their liking. They shared a look something was definitely up with him.
"I can see a multicolored translucent overlay on everything when both both eyes are open. It's just the magic visible when I close the right eye and when I close the left I just see the physical world and ghosts. Ghosts I can see with both eyes and let me tell you they're fucking everywhere. Hell there's one in the room with us right now," answered Xander.
Faith smacked Xander's arm after all three Winchesters tensed up and said, "You're an ass. Denis is harmless and he's the only housekeeper we've been able to keep so stay the hell away from him. Anything happens to him and I'll hunt you down and make all three of you my personal slave complete with frilly little french maid uniform."
"Loud and clear sister," answered Dean.
"Okay," agreed Sam.
John nodded and said, "Good help is hard to find."
"Got any other Talents?" asked Dean.
"Why would you think that?" returned Xander.
"You said Talent or Talents earlier and that implies you or some one you know someone has more than one Talent so do you have any other Talents?" questioned Dean.
Sam couldn't stop himself from interrupting, "Why the hell are you taking this so calmly?"
"I already know about Bloodline Talents," answered Dean with blank face.
"They don't know?" asked Xander.
Dean shook his head, "Didn't know how to bring it up."
"How long?" asked Xander.
"Since Mom," answered Dean in a barely there whisper.
Xander exhaled sadly and said, "Damn, no wonder you shut down," remembering how silent Dean had been at his mother's funeral. Dean hadn't made a sound the entire week that Xander had been with them before his mother had taken him home, but he'd clung to Xander the entire time.
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked John.
Dean crossed his arms mulishly and shrugged. Over twenty years of silence had Dean on the defensive. He literally didn't know what to say to the two people that should have noticed but hadn't.
"Dean! Answer me!" ordered John standing and heading toward Dean.
"Why?" stated Dean softly while meeting John's eyes calmly. His tone was completely at odds with what his body language was screaming though. His arms had loosened from their previous position and his feet were braced for a fight.
John froze when he saw Dean's face. The last time he'd seen that face had been after Mary died and Alex had been taken home. Dean had shut down so completely that the doctors had thought he was catatonic. John hadn't known what to do back then and it was baby Sam that had brought four year old Dean out of that state. John stumbled backwards into his seat as breathing became painful.
Sam didn't know what to do. Dean's blank faced stare and monotonous tone had been like a punch to the solar plexus. Dean had only gone blank like that once before in Sam's memory. It was how Dean had looked the entire car ride to the bus station. He'd been too angry to really notice back then but right now his lungs felt like ice and it hurt to breath.
Faith dragged John and Sam out of the room and closed the door behind them while Xander slowly and calmly stepped in front of Dean and spoke, "Dean, breath. Let it out. Breath, come on breath, in...out...in...out...in...out...in...out. Its okay, in...out. You won't hurt me. Block everything else out, focus on me and just breath. in...out...in...out. Just focus on me," by the time Xander had spent ten minutes speaking soothingly Dean was entirely focus on him. His breathing had steadied and even his heartbeat had matched itself to Xander's instead of the chaotic staccato it had been preforming.
"Okay, now we build your shields up properly. Can you feel what I did?" asked Xander.
"Yeah but how do I do that?" asked Dean.
"I teach you, just like I was taught," answered Xander.
In the hallway John and Sam had sunk to the floor.
"What just happened?" asked Sam shakily.
"Overload, Xander will take care of him," answered Faith.
"What's overload?" asked Sam.
"Depends on the Talent. If its one of the Seeing Talents: Overload happens when they just see too much their brains kinda turns to mush because it's not built to withstand the constant onslaught of foreign images. Happened to a friend of Xander's about a decade ago. Though she got better. If its one of the Feeling Talents, it happens when they lose control of their shields and literally get Overloaded by feeling everything on the planet. They can go one of two ways then, suicidal or homicidal, both ways can do a lot of collateral damage. Overload for the Healing Talents happens when there's a lot of wounded and dying people around. Healer loses themselves healing others and either dies or burns out their gift. Those are worst case scenarios though," explained Faith.
"Which Talent does Dean have?" asked John deciding to trust Xander with Dean for now.
"I don't know for sure but if I had to guess I'd say one of the Feeling Talents and a touch of Healing," answered Faith.
"A touch of Healing?" asked Sam.
"Dean's the one that's in charge of patching you two up right?" when they nodded Faith continued, "You should have a lifetime of Hunting scars and you don't. You have a few scars, sure, but not enough for the lives you live. Don't get me wrong he's not a full healer and never will be. But you heal faster and with less scars because Dean's got a touch of Healing Talent. He heals faster then normal humans and so do you when he's around, Xander's the same way. It took us a while to realize that because me and B have been Slayers longer than we've known him. We never quite noticed how fast him, Giles and Willow were healing because in-comparison to us it seemed normal. But they've all had injuries that should have kept them down a lot longer then they did. Plus Dean's the one that had to hold himself back when JD stumbled in bleeding, so yeah, my guess would be a touch of healing."