I finally got around to writing my sequel to A Sam Winchester Story! Been wanting to for a while, too even though I have two other unfinished stories. Critism is welcomed and considered.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, CW and Eric Kripe does.
A Winchester Story
"Jon! Your dad told you to get up, twice now! Get up!" Dean pounded on his nephew's bedroom door, several times. He could hear a groan coming from inside, but no sound of movement.
His niece, Mary came from her bedroom, dressed in a black sweatshirt, a white T-shirt, and sky blue basketball shorts, with dark blue stripes going down the sides. She also wore black tennis shoes. "Uncle Dean, when will you learn?" she asked, shaking her head. Dean watched as she walked between him and the door, shouting through it. "Jon, there is a pretty girl in a swimsuit, holding a plate of pancakes out here!"
Suddenly, not even two seconds later, the bedroom door was flung open, and there stood Jon, looking around. "Where is she?" he asked. Jon fell for his little sister's tricks every time. When he saw there was no pretty girl, holding a plate of pancakes, he scowled at his sister as she walked down the hall, laughing. "You're gonna get it later, Mary!"
Mary turned, walking backwards. "Oh, I'm so scared, Jon," she continued laughing, before walking forward again.
Jon turned to his uncle, looking for sympathy. "Can you believe my sister, sometimes? Sure she isn't adopted?"
Dean looked down at his nephew. "I'm sure. Now get dressed and don't make me have to come back." He walked back down the hall, going the same direction, Mary went. "I'm leaving today, and I want to say good-bye before you have to leave for school." Dean said back over his left shoulder.
Jon stepped back into his bedroom, shutting the door so he could get dressed in private.
It had been four years since that terrible day. Since Mary was so young at the time, she didn't really remember what happened, but Sam, Dean, and Jon remembered, clearly and it still haunted them to this day. Sam finally moved his kids out of that small apartment and found a large house, big enough for everyone to have their own room, even a home office for himself.
Dean even stayed there, every few months before he went off hunting again. He usually was gone for two, three months tops. He tried to stay a part of his niece and nephew's lives as much as he could. Whenever Jon's little league team made it to the championship, Dean always came home to support him. He called in, every night because Mary couldn't fall asleep without hearing her favorite uncle's voice.
Every now and then, Castiel would pop in to say hello. He had been busy with other stuff, so the visit was usually brief, but it wasn't like Castiel was trying to avoid them.
They lived on the outskirts of a small town, where everyone knew each other. It was quiet and Sam loved it. It had plenty of room for the kids to play outside whenever they wanted. There was woods down the road, but Sam had warned his kids many times not to go anywhere near them unless he or Dean was with them.
Jon was the sports player of the two of them, naturally. He loved all sports and has played football, baseball, and basketball several times over the last three years. He was pretty good in school, but nowhere near honors. Jon was mostly a B student and if he wanted to continue with sports, he had to make sure his grades didn't fall below a C. Sam wanted his kids to succeed, but he didn't push them to over achieve. He knew what their limits were, and helped them when they needed it.
Mary was one of the top students in her class, and one of the few who were already reading children's chapter books. Her favorite was Ralph, a book about a mouse who rides a toy motorcycle. Sam knew Mary was just like him, almost a mini version.
Jon was just like his uncle, though. After Sam told him about how Dean used to watch out for him, Jon took on the same role to watch out for his sister. He made sure Mary got to her classroom every morning, and helped her when she needed it, like pouring a bowl of cereal or glass of milk or juice. If Mary was picked on, Jon would confront whoever was doing it. He couldn't hit them since he was four years older, but he scared them into stopping. Jon didn't get into fights anymore like he used to.
Mary had sat at the kitchen table when she had come downstairs. "Good morning, Daddy," she greeted her father, who was busy making everyone's lunch and breakfast.
Sam looked up from frying leftover ham from the night before. He smiled at his youngest, "Good morning, Mary. Are you all ready for school?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"You're not trying to sneak out of the house, wearing shorts again, are you?" he warned.
Mary hesitated, which Sam knew the truth.
"Go change, Mary Joanne," using her first and middle name.
"But, Daddy," she whined.
"Are you talking back to your father?" Dean had walked into the kitchen at that point. "Do you need your backside spanked?"
Mary quickly shook her head at her uncle.
"Then you better listen."
Mary slid off her chair and headed back, upstairs, defeated. Dean watched, sadly. He and Sam both hated being hard on them, but sometimes they had to.
When Mary was out of earshot, Dean turned his head towards his brother. "Already found my first job," he told him.
Sam asked, "Really?"
"Yup, about a four-hour drive from here, too."
"Any idea what it could be?"
Dean shrugged. "Could be a shapeshifter, several kids at a local college goes missing, then suddenly turns up, killing their roommates."
Sam zipped Jon's Pirates of the Caribbean thermo lunchboxclosed. "Good luck," he told his older brother.
"Hey, I've taken down plenty of these," Dean said, trying to sound smooth.
"You're not as young as you used to be, Dean," Sam reminded him.
"What are you talking about, I'm fine."
Sam just sighed. He'd been trying to get his brother to quit ever since Dean moved in with them, but Dean won't listen. Sam turned off the stove and prepared everyone's plates, setting them on the table. "Dean, could you go tell the kids we're going to be late, if they don't hurry?" he asked of Dean, who was about to sit at his spot at the table.
Dean let out an irritated breath as he headed back, upstairs.
"Tell them the TV won't come on after dinner, tonight if we're late again," Sam called after him.
Dean pounded on both children's bedroom door. Jon came out, dressed in jeans and a Kansas City Chiefs, white sweatshirt, with a white T-shirt on, underneath and carrying his black backpack on one shoulder.
"Your father has breakfast ready," Dean told his nephew.
Jon nodded, heading downstairs.
Dean pounded on Mary's bedroom door again before he opened it, to find his niece, pouting on her bed and still wearing her shorts. "Really, it's the day I'm leaving and you act like this?" he asked of her.
Mary ignored her uncle.
"You're ten seconds away from a spanking, now quit pouting and change. It's freezing out there, Mary, you cannot wear shorts."
"But the cold doesn't bother me, Uncle Dean and it warms up by lunchtime," she told him.
"Mary, I'm not going to tell you again. Your father and I care about you and do not want you to get sick."
Mary reluctantly slid off of her bed and went over to her small dresser, taking out a pair of jeans. She closed it back and looked at her uncle. "Will you help me with the zipper?"
"Sure, kid." Dean walked over as his niece took off her shorts and put her jeans on. He kneeled on one knee and fastened them together, zipping up the zipper. Dean wrapped his arms around her, looking at her. "Hey, I'm gonna miss you kids while I'm gone."
"Why do you have to leave?" she asked, snuggled in his arms.
"I have to, I have to go save people from terrible things," he told her.
"I don't like when you're gone, Uncle Dean."
"I know, little one, but it's my job."
Mary wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed it tight. "I'll miss you."
Dean kissed the side of her head.
"You won't tell Daddy I was pouting, will you?" she finally asked from his left shoulder.
"No, not this time," he told her.
"Thanks, Uncle Dean."
Once the morning routine was complete, the Winchesters parted ways outside. Dean hugged and kissed his niece and nephew, good-bye, and hugged his brother. They watched as he got into the Impala and drove off before piling into Sam's white Ford Focus.
Sam drove to the school to drop the kids off. That was the one thing he didn't like about the house, it wasn't on a school bus route. On the bright side, at least the school was on the way to his job. Sam had gone back to school before his kids were born, where he met their mother in a coffee shop down the street from it. The marriage ended up, not lasting and now Sam was a widower and a single father, just like his father before him.
As Sam drove, his iPhone rang from his pocket. He reached inside his suit jacket, taking it out to look at the front of it. It was just a number and not one he recognized either. Answering it, he said into the phone, "this is Sam Winchester."
Sam lowered his eyebrows at the voice. It couldn't be who he thought it was, it was impossible. Sam glanced in the rear-view mirror at his children and hushed his voice. "Dad?"
"Yeah, it's me, son. Can we meet somewhere? It's urgent."
"Uh, yeah," he replied. Sam wasn't sure to believe this man he was talking to. His father was dead, and there was no way he could be alive again. "I just have to make a stop somewhere first. Where are you?"
"A Chevron, on Route 303. I'm not the only one who's back, either," his father said.
"Who else is there?" Sam asked as Jon called from the backseat, "Dad, Mary is trying to put her boogers on me." Even though Jon loved and watched out for his sister, it did not mean she wasn't an annoying little sister. Mary loved teasing her big brother. Sam did not want to mention he had children yet, in case that wasn't really John, but out of reflex, he looked back in the rear-view mirror and scolded his daughter to stop, that it was disgusting.
"Who's Mary?" John asked when he heard his son say that.
"Uh, I'll tell you when I see you, I'm not fully trusting yet if it's really you," he replied.
"That's my boy," John told him.
Sam and John eventually hung up. When Sam pulled into the school parking lot, in front of the elementary school, he parked beside the curb and got out with his kids to hug and kiss them good-bye, sharing, I love yous. He watched them until they were safely inside, then got back into his car and drove to the Chevron on Route 303.
When he pulled into the parking lot, sure enough, there was John, leaning against a green pick-up truck. Sam still wasn't convinced, though. He parked a ways away and went back to open his trunk. He unlocked a tin box, taking out a knife and a bottle of holy water. The gun he had in there, Sam put behind him before shutting the trunk and walked over to where John was now standing up, straight.
John gladly did the whole routine of making sure it really was him, and to Sam's surprise, Mary Senior stepped out of the truck as well, and took the "test."
"How are you both alive?" Sam questioned, confused out of his mind.
John shrugged, "We don't know. It just happened. So, now that you know it's us, who's Mary?"
Sam couldn't help but smile. He took his wallet from his back pocket and opened it up to take out a family photo, the four of them took last Christmas. Sam handed the photo to his father. "Mary's my daughter, and the boy is Jonathan, my son. Mary just turned six, last month and Jon will be eleven next month."
Mary Senior looked at the photo in her husband's hand. "They're beautiful, Sammy," she told him.
"Thanks, Mom." Sam couldn't believe he was able to show a photo of his children to his parents. It made him smile.
"Where's Dean?" John asked, looking up from the photo, passing it back to Sam.
Sam took it, returning it to his wallet. "He just left this morning on another hunting trip. He said, there may be a shapeshifter, four hours away." He put his wallet back in his pocket.
"Really?" said John. Sam noticed his father seemed annoyed. "That's one of the reasons why I wanted to see you. There's a creature right here in this town, too."
Sam asked, "What is it?"
"You have two kids and you haven't heard about the sudden attacks on children?"
Sam stared at his father. "Sudden attacks?" He then remembered the flyer, Jon and Little Mary had brought home from school a few days ago. "When Jon and Mary came home with those flyers, I just thought the flu was going around. I even made doctor's appointments to get them flu shots."
"Flu shots won't help them, Sammy," Mary Senior said. "We're dealing with a shtriga."
Sam backed away, shaking his head, "No, not here. Not near my kids. I got to be dreaming. Yeah, that's it, I'm still in bed, sleeping, and none of this is real."
John shrugged, "It's real, Sam. With Dean involved with another hunt, it's down to the three of us."
"No, I swore when my son was born, I was done hunting."
"You don't have a choice, Sam," John told him. "Your kids are at stake here, you have, too."
"Why can't you do it, then?" asked Sam.
John sighed, frustrated.
"Sam, I hate having you do this, too. I never wanted this for you and Dean, but it did and we have to accept it, at least one more time," said Mary Senior.
Sam ran his hand through his hair, the other in his pants pocket. He knew both his parents were right. He had to be a hunter, one more time, for his children.