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Tobias Danvers ([info]of_letters) wrote in [info]lost_world,
@ 2014-04-20 18:53:00

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Entry tags:dean winchester, rob winchester, sam winchester

To tell the truth (Sam, Dean)
Rob sighed as he set the phone down. It was finally time, and he had no idea how this would go down - he didn't see it going all that well. He tapped at the phone's face, avoiding waking it up or making it do anything.

He'd called Mary and Jo, but both seemed okay with it just being Sam. Rob would have preferred not doing this; he didn't want to be the grown up. He didn't want to say anything, but they were all right - Rob did need to tell the last of the Winchesters the truth. He took a deep breath and glanced at the clock.

Sam had set up the meeting. Sam would be there for all of this. Rob stood up with a soft sigh, and he started toward Sam's room where this would all happen. He had suggested finding somewhere a little more neutral, but he wasn't sure where that might be, not in the new city anyway.

A few minutes later, he knocked on Sam's door, hoping he was there before Dean.


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[info]wayward_soldier
2014-04-21 04:14 am UTC (link)
Sam wasn't surprised when Rob came to him about telling Dean the truth. He wasn't looking forward to the conversation, but he thought that it needed to be shared all the same. It would come out eventually, and if he knew his brother-it would be better received if it wasn't a secret that everyone had been keeping for months. Though that was as far as he could go in trying to predict how Dean was going to react to this bombshell. On the one hand, it was an alternate reality with a few very clear differences. On the other, he couldn't see Dean ever being okay with the idea of some form of Sam hooking up with some form of Jo.

He wasn't sure if it would be better for Jo to be here or not, but Rob had asked to keep the conversation small. Rob had promised to give Jo and Mary a heads up that the conversation was happening, so at least they wouldn't be caught off guard when Dean reacted to everything.

Sam had waited in his room for Rob and Dean to show up. He'd been the one to ask Dean to come up to talk about something. He'd been vague on what, because it would be difficult to explain a piece of what this was about without getting into the whole story. And this really was a conversation better had face to face.

So Sam had gotten a 12 pack of beer, hoping that it would soothe some nerves. And then he was just left to pace until Rob showed up. Once he heard the knock at the door, he opened it. There was a little rush of relief that Rob had arrived first. Somehow, that seemed like a better order for things to occur in.

"Hey. Come in," he said, tilting his head. "How are you doing?"

If he was nervous about this, then he could only guess how Rob might feel. Rob was meeting his uncle for the first time, and there was a very real chance that he wouldn't be well received at all. A very real chance that this was all going to blow up in Rob's face. Sam just hoped that he could shield Rob from the brunt of whatever fallout that might come.

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[info]of_letters
2014-04-22 01:27 am UTC (link)
Rob gave Sam a look. He really wanted to know how the young Man of Letters, apparently the only Man of Letters, was. Rob gave the man who could have been his father a slight smile and a shrug. What was he supposed to say that would do anything he felt justice?

He continued inside and looked around, wondering when the alcohol would be brought out. Alcohol did seem to be the great equalizer/tranquilizer of the Winchester clan. He smirked at the thought, and soon found a place to lean against.

"I'm doing. How did he sound when you set things in motion? Angry, sad, asshattish?" He gave Sam a slight smile before looking to the window. He would have preferred to be anywhere, but in that room at the moment.

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[info]of_little_faith
2014-04-22 04:19 pm UTC (link)
Dean was never fond of phone calls that were vague.

He liked things to be straightforward--now more than ever before. But he'd always been that way. You called, you asked for help, you told him some kind of important information, whatever. You didn't tapdance around it and say 'we have to talk,' or some other junk like that.

He wasn't happy Sam had approached it that way. But he wasn't happy about a lot of things lately.

He hung up the phone and rubbed at his left eye, like it might get some of the annoyance out of his head. And then he stood up from his bed and pulled on a flannel shirt over his black t-shirt. He hadn't heard much movement in the adjoining room, and he hoped Superman wasn't, like, dead or something. Or missing.

Dean made his way to Sam's room, and once he was there, he knocked once, then just went in. The one knock was a nice gesture and only was given because he could hear another voice in there. Dean didn't fucking knock on Sam's door. It was Sam. He'd just walk in.

Dean arched a brow at the kid, then looked at Sam. He started to wonder if maybe this had something to do with Annabelle, since Dean knew she'd made friends with Sam, or something to do with Phaedra, since he hadn't seen much of her lately and this kid was a hunter. Dean didn't think anyone was likely to dispatch her, though, if he'd had a hard time fighting her.

"So?" he asked.

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[info]wayward_soldier
2014-04-22 10:35 pm UTC (link)
Sam didn't have time to answer Rob's question since Dean showed up just after the question was asked. Truthfully, Dean hadn't seemed any strong emotion, aside from impatient. Sam knew that his brother preferred that he just cut to the chase, but this wasn't his story to tell. Even if he and Jo were both going to have to deal with whatever fallout may come from it.

"Thanks for coming," Sam said. "Dean, this is Rob. He's... he's got something to tell you."

He held out a beer to both men and gave Rob an encouraging nod. He wasn't going anywhere. He'd be here for both his alternate reality son and his brother. And if that wasn't pretty high on the list of weird things he'd had to think about, then he didn't know what was.

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[info]of_letters
2014-04-23 12:43 am UTC (link)
Rob shook his head at the offered beer; thankfully he hadn't jumped when Dean knocked and came on in. Somehow he had expected it, it was just a Dean thing to do. Not that Rob had any experience with Dean things, just read about them.

He adjusted his sleeve, the clothes more of a professor than a hunter. He was who he was, and he wasn't going to hide it. Not much. The sleeve adjustment was something he learned long ago to keep from rubbing at the back of his neck or his hand through his hair. It had only been this and one other planet so far that he'd been allowed clothes he was more comfortable in. That and the ship.

"I'm Robert William Winchester. I was named after my father's father - figuratively speaking - and my mother's father." He paused, not trying to be dramatic, but hoping that the oldest of the Winchesters would get where this was going. "I never knew my uncle, nor his angel friend. They had died in battle, so to speak, long before I was born. I have one older half-sister, my uncle's child. She was named after her father's mother."

His jaw tightened ever so slightly as he prepared himself for the backlash of what came next.

"Dean, in another reality, you are my dead uncle. Mary is my half-sister, and Jo and Sam Winchester are my biological parents. There is no Ellen - yes, I know of her. Sam raised Mary as his own." He took a breath, and added quickly. "And I'm bisexual and seem to be the only one who knows about the Men of Letters, which should have been the Winchester legacy." If he was going to really screw with Dean's mind, why not go all the way?

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[info]of_little_faith
2014-04-23 01:23 am UTC (link)
Dean didn't take the beer just yet.

He looked at the kid.

This was that kid that always looked at him like he had a huge bug up his ass about something, or like he'd done something to hurt him. Dean didn't know a lot about teenagers and just figured that was the kid's face. What did they call it? Resting bitch face? Whatever. He'd figured if there was an actual problem, he'd have heard about it by now.

His eyebrow raised, and Dean shook his head just once, quick, right to left, expectantly.

It wasn't that he wasn't listening.

It was that if Dean let the words that the kid was saying really sink in, he was going to have some kind of fucking episode. He'd already found out he had kids. Hot kids. That he and Jo got together, that it all worked out. That the angels kept right on calling for him and when he was gone, they came and asked his kids for help, too. Listening to another possible version of the story was brain-breaking, especially after everything he'd already been through.

With Sam and without.
With Jo and without.
Before and after York.

His mouth twitched. He didn't open it because he didn't want to growl at the person talking. He had no emotional attachment to Rob, even if he was some kind of family, because he hadn't known. The kid had been around how long, now, in this fiasco and he'd said nothing?

A throb started to work itself between his shoulders.

Dean put his left hand out for the beer Sam had offered him and waited for his brother to give it to him, wiggling his fingers. Once the bottle was there, the drank a good two thirds before he said anything.

He looked at Sam. "How long have you known this?"

Then he looked back at Rob, and just stared at him.

He was trying to see Jo in his face. Now that he looked, he couldn't help but see Sam. A lot of Sam. And he couldn't help but stare.

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[info]wayward_soldier
2014-04-23 01:41 am UTC (link)
Sam wasn't expecting Rob to blurt out everything at once, though he supposed that there was an argument for just ripping the band-aid off. He winced as Dean's attention turned to him. Somehow, he didn't think that there was any right answer that he could give. He sighed heavily and hung onto one of the declined bottles of beer as if it were a life raft.

"Two days. Rob told me that he wanted to be the one to tell you and that he was planning to do it soon."

The secret had weighed on him over the last two days, but he could also respect that it had to be on Rob's terms. And while he could understand to some extent, he was also surprised that Rob had managed to keep it under wraps for as long as he had. From what he'd gathered, it was pretty recent news to Jo and Mary too. Which didn't make any of this any easier, but now the truth was out and they could go through whatever they needed to before they began to patch things up again. He hoped.

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[info]of_letters
2014-04-23 02:14 am UTC (link)
Rob didn't cow or hide his face at the reaction. He didn't back up as he got stared at. He just stood there; he'd been subject to far worse.

"No one's known very long. I didn't want to burden anyone with the truth of who I was. Or how I came...to be." He shrugged. "Much less what I was doing when I got yanked along for this pain in the ass dysfunctional family reunion.

"Doing a location spell for Mary because the angels thought they'd try Apocalypse 2.0." The Man of Letters shrugged, answering the question before they could ask it. "So, now you know. Do you two want to be alone, or do you want to ask me questions?"

His voice was even, not flat, only a hint restrained - as if there were emotions, but which one wasn't clear. He took a lean against a table, his sleeve catching his attention. The shirt didn't feel right, nor did his pants. There was a tightness and shortness, but nothing that told him anything was off - perhaps the clothes hadn't been cleaned properly. They shrank? It was a small distraction from the room, a brief one, because he didn't want to miss this interaction. He'd never seen it before after all.

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[info]of_little_faith
2014-04-23 02:44 am UTC (link)
Dean didn't hesitate to polish off the beer. He was, at best, a functioning alcoholic 90% of the time. This appeared to be part of that 90%.

Without flinching, Dean laid into the kid.

"You knew, though. You were there when Mary was taken and you went after her and you stood there and stared at me like I was hurting you and you didn't think maybe you should tell me this?"

That was all more or less one breath.

"I assume Sam and Jo raised you with some kind of common sense, that you know what we think of family. What I think of it. But you let us go to medieval times and shit like that before saying anything?"

Dean shook his head. He sighed heavily.

He didn't ask anything about this apocalypse nonsense. Mostly because he was tired of hearing angels fucked his family over again and again and just did not have the capacity to hear anymore about it right now. So it wasn't just Ellen and Mary. It was Sam's kids, too.

And he'd lay into Sam for Jo in a minute. This wasn't the Old Testament.

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[info]of_letters
2014-04-23 03:32 am UTC (link)
Rob looked at the man who would be his uncle in another life. Actually, Rob could not think of a single instance in which he and Dean could actually live in the same time. He'd tried in the past, but it always came down to Dean's death or disappearance, especially when Rob found out the truth.

"You didn't hurt me, Dean. You disappointed me. Though now I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You took a human life back there, and no one seems to mind it. Yeah, I know that woman was batshit crazy and she hurt Mary, but when did that give any of us the right to take her life?" The youngest Winchester shook his head.

"Common sense would tell me that you and I wouldn't exactly see eye to eye. Which would probably end in your being an asshat or my being a jackass, and either way, family, something you supposedly hold high and dear, would be forced to choose. Which do you think they would choose, Dean?" His brow lifted. "The Dean who belongs to them, or the kid who just looks a little like your brother and knows things he probably shouldn't?"

It was self preservation on many levels, and the functioning - mostly - alcoholic had to understand that.

"I didn't exactly have a choice in keeping secrets." Eventually it was going to come out, but he wanted to keep the peace a little while longer.

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[info]of_little_faith
2014-04-23 03:47 am UTC (link)
This time, he did sort of snarl. The way Dean's lips moved back over his teeth was far from friendly.

This snot nosed little brat existed because he and Sam had started to do things LIKE take human lives. And it wasn't like he'd done it arbitrarily. The woman who had taken Mary was a serial killer.

Dean considered that just as much monster, if not more, than a lot of the things he spent his life chasing and putting down.

"You," he said, "Don't know the HALF of what I've been through and how I decided that. Be disappointed all you want. You don't know me, and you never have. All I am to you is, is what? Some stories and a picture in a frame?" He snorted, and pointed at Sam. "He doesn't know me either. Because he wasn't fucking here, or because he went missing from York, or because one of us was in Hell, and the other one wasn't."

Dean managed not to ask Rob if he'd been to Hell. It was tempting. Maybe his jackass nephew forgot the part of the story where Dean was tortured and broke. Why anyone expected him to be a moral paragon was completely mind-blowing to Dean. He wasn't the posterchild for anything, except how to constantly get used by angels and make bad decisions. Why this kid didn't know that was beyond him, too.

He shook his head.

"My kids dropped out of the goddamn sky and told me that angels sent them to the past to help me and Jo. Ellen tried to keep who she was from me and it didn't take me that long to figure it out. And it has been a hell of a mindfuck, but both of my daughters are now my family. I'm really sorry you think that nobody would accept you. Maybe your world is different."

He glared.

"We take care of each other here. And I really have a problem with you not even giving me the fucking chance."

The tone was getting quieter, but the indignance was still there. "I don't see eye to eye with Sam. Like, ever. Or Jo. Or Bobby. But that doesn't mean they're not my family. I don't know what this choice crap has to do with it."

He turned his back to Rob and locked eyes with Sam. "There had better be more beer."

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[info]wayward_soldier
2014-04-24 03:44 am UTC (link)
When Dean's voice rose a bit, Sam stepped in between the two men. Even though they were far enough away that they were outside of punching distance. It was instinct as much as anything, and he'd put himself between the two of them for both their protection. He didn't respond to Dean's jibe about how he hadn't been around for the last few years. He hadn't had much choice in that, and he was just as angry with himself for missing out as anyone. He didn't know about the situation that Rob was referring to, and he didn't think that now was the time to ask. Neither Winchester brother had their hands clean at this point. Hunting had stopped being black and white a long time ago, and there were a lot of things that Sam regretted about that, but the blood was on both their hands by this point.

He nodded to Dean.

"Yeah, there's more beer. Help yourself."

Then he turned his attention to Rob.

"None of us are ever going to simply choose between you two," he said softly. "That's not how this family works."

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[info]of_letters
2014-04-25 12:20 am UTC (link)
Rob's jaw tightened as he got lectured about family, about giving people a chance.

"I guess you're both forgetting the other thing this family likes to do to each other. We're damn good at lying. To each other and ourselves." He knew he could fall prey to that vice.

"We're also damn good at making bad choices. I know how you two would part ways, and yeah, you always came back to each other.." Just in case either of them decided to butt in. "But, it wasn't ever the same. Distrust, anger, disgust, pain - holding a grudge is a Winchester past time."

Rob sighed. "Giving you a chance or breaking your heart? Sam wasn't even around, and I thought what they didn't know wouldn't kill them a little inside. What you didn't know wouldn't hurt you, you, Jo, Mary, Sam. Would think you'd both understand that too."

He might have lectured Mary about it, or made a comment anyway, and he would give hate himself for it later. Yet, he looked at the door.

"I'm going to go. And, you don't have to worry about saving my ass, or looking me up for my birthday." He looked at Sam. "I've looked after myself before; I'm fine with doing it now. My parents taught me how."

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[info]of_little_faith
2014-04-25 02:55 am UTC (link)
Dean did help himself. He grabbed and opened another beer while Sam told Rob about how family worked.

What the hell kind of worlds had everybody come from, anyway? Sam came from a place where it was okay to just be possessed by an angel, and this one? He came from a place where apparently he was so scared of being thrown away that he didn't even TRY to tell his family who he was?

Fuck everybody else's worlds, Dean thought. His was clearly one of the least insane. Jesus Christ.

The more Rob talked, though, the more he pissed Dean off. All Dean had done was tell him he'd have appreciated knowing sooner, since Rob had been around for several worlds now. Sure, he might've done that gruffly, but that's who he was.

He was right about one thing, though.

Grudges.

And what did Rob think would happen here based on all of this? What did he think he'd done, other than build a great case for Dean actually having a problem with him? It was a self-fulfilling prophecy at this point.

"Kid," Dean began, "you're talking to both of us like we've never been through shit like this before." His voice was calm. "That's insulting. Understanding has nothing to do with it. You know all the stories no matter what version of reality you're from, so how well has any of us withholding information from the family EVER gone well?"

He looked at Rob for an answer.

It hadn't.

John didn't tell them about their mom. That she was the hunter. He didn't tell Sam that he thought he was dangerous, and instead laid that on Dean as he said his goodbyes. Dean didn't tell Sam he sold his soul. Sam didn't tell Dean about Ruby... it all just kept fucking going.

"You're definitely a Winchester if you're pulling that bullshit. You wanna throw a tantrum and walk out of here, be my guest."

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[info]wayward_soldier
2014-04-28 02:54 am UTC (link)
Sam had to wonder just how badly he'd dropped the ball for Rob to be this disillusioned about their family. They weren't perfect, and he was right that lying seemed to be an issue on all sides. But they'd also learned the hard way that they were stronger when they were together. Stronger when they were honest with each other. So maybe they'd learned that lesson more than once, but still. He would have hoped that if he had a son, he wouldn't repeat the mistakes that their dad had made. But it seemed like he'd gone and screwed Rob up all the same. It didn't matter if it was a different world. It was still a failure that Sam felt the weight of.

"Rob. Maybe you can look after yourself, but that doesn't mean that you're going to. You might not ask, but you can bet that I'll do whatever it takes to be there to save you if it's needed."

He didn't expect Rob to stay to hear any more, but he had to at least make that part known. He wasn't going to just turn his back on his son.

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[info]of_letters
2014-04-28 03:10 am UTC (link)
"I know." Rob gave Sam a slight smile. "Him too?" He motioned to the uncle he didn't exactly have. "Mary, Jo, all of them I'm sure. It's what we do.

"I'm letting you know that I'm okay if you don't." Rob patted Sam's shoulder. He wasn't angry; he wasn't even mad with Dean. He didn't have any reason to be, not exactly. Though Dean's getting upset with him for doing exactly what either of the older Winchesters might do. They did have a point, but...

"I'll see you round. You have my number if you need anything." Perhaps he was saying this to both of them, perhaps only to the man who was genetically his father.

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[info]of_little_faith
2014-04-29 12:59 am UTC (link)
Dean didn't say anything else until Rob left. Mainly because he'd said everything he needed to to the kid, and anything that he had to say to Sam wasn't something Rob needed to hear.

Rob hadn't done what Dean would've, actually. There was a time when yeah, maybe. But not after what he'd been through with Ellen and Mary and Jo. And probably not after Sam'd gone to the box, either. He might not like the idea of Rob being Sam and Jo's kid but that didn't really matter. He hadn't like Adam much either.

Once Rob was gone, Dean looked at his brother and arched both eyebrows.

"I think after that, the only real possible reaction is getting white-girl wasted on these. Are... is there berry in this beer?" He made a face. Berries didn't belong in beer.

He had to lighten the mood or he was going to break a lamp.

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[info]wayward_soldier
2014-04-29 10:12 pm UTC (link)
Sam wasn't sure if he was expecting things to get better or worse once Rob was out the door. He eyed Dean cautiously and shrugged at the question.

"It was whatever I could get from room service. Wasn't too sure what beer brands they had here."

He took a beer for himself and settled into one of the chairs at the table.

"So on a scale of one to ten, how mad are you?"

Dean might want to change the subject and drink away the problem, but Sam knew all too well that it would still be there in the morning if they did that. Talking it out or yelling it out usually seemed more cathartic than trying to shove it under a rug.

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[info]of_little_faith
2014-05-05 12:17 am UTC (link)
Dean raised both eyebrows and tilted his head, beginning to pace slightly.

"I have no frigging clue."

He sat opposite Sam. "Who am I supposed to be mad at? Rob? You? Jo? The place Rob came from?"

He paused.

"You don't have feelings for Jo that I need to know about, do you?"

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[info]wayward_soldier
2014-05-05 02:33 am UTC (link)
Sam actually laughed out loud at that question, before he realized that it very well could be serious. His laughter faded and he did his best not to make a face as he shook his head emphatically.

"No. That would just be... I mean, she's more like a sister at this point."

And if Mary's future came true, eventually Jo would be his sister in a more legal way. Though he didn't know how any of that future was affected now that they were all in the midst of an alien abduction with no clear end in sight. But none of that really had any bearing on the fact that he saw Jo as more of a sisterly type than anything along the lines of what Rob described.

Sam took another pull from his beer and watched as Dean paced.

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