Jen's Kids for Madison Valley (jenmvkids) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-04-13 15:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, !log, [plot] future kids take 4, ~2017 april, ~25 points, ~~dean winchester (boundtothehunt) |
Who: Dean Winchester & his son, Sammy
What: LOL
Where: Dean's house
When: Thursday morning
Warnings: Nope
Status: Complete gdoc
It wasn’t unusual for Sammy to wake up and find that both of his parents were out of the house. He was plenty old enough to get himself ready for school. At least he was when he woke up in his bedroom and his stuff was there. For some reason, this morning, his room wasn’t decorated right and his clothes weren’t in the closet. Obviously something weird was happening in Madison Valley again, so he went and rummaged through his dad’s dresser for a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. They were a little too big, but at least they were clean.
Since something weird was happening, he probably wouldn’t have to go to school, so that was a plus. He made his way down to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of orange juice, and decided to make some breakfast. At least there was food in the fridge. That was always a toss up where his parents were concerned. By the time he heard the front door open and someone coming in this direction, the counter was a giant mess and he was singing AC/DC while he made scrambled eggs.
He glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “Hey, dad. Want some eggs?”
***
Funny thing about being a civilian was that the hours were a lot more normal. But not really. Today, Dean had actually been out already, spent a few hours working on a project on some local business that could only be handled outside of business hours. Why they didn’t just close for a few days, he’d never know. He didn’t care. It just meant he’d crashed early, a little before Sara had gone out for the night, gotten his solid four hours in and spent the last six or so painting shit.
He was still rubbing dry paint off his hands when he walked into the house. Not paying close enough attention to the singing, just enough to appreciate the song choice, he wandered toward the smell of food, ready to ask if Sara had just gotten in too.
Except it wasn’t her. It was a kid standing over his stove, calling him dad. Well damn.
“Huh?” There was no way to make that sound clever. “Who the hell are you?”
Dean was usually better with kids. He actually liked kids.
***
Sammy sighed. He hated when weird crap made his parents forget him. It wasn’t the first time that happened because forgetting your life was part of living in Madison Valley. “Samuel Oliver Lance-Winchester,” he said, figuring he should give his whole name. “I’m thirteen. And you usually call me Sammy, after Uncle Sam. Unless I’m in trouble. Then I get my full name.”
That happened more than he cared to admit. Of course, the fact that he was a Winchester meant his dad could probably figure that out.
***
“...The hell?”
This wasn’t Dean’s first rodeo. He’d been around long enough that he’d seen this happen before. And it was still as bizarre as the first time. More bizarre, though, was calling him after Sam. What the hell had stupid alternate Dean Winchester been thinking.
That had to get confusing. His brother and his kid having the same name.
“Okay. Uh. Don’t get in trouble, then.” Seemed like the obvious answer. “You know what, sit your ass down. I’ll do that.”
Dean wasn’t a world class cook by any means, but he’d learned young and he was perfectly competent. Plenty competent enough to manage eggs.
***
“Whatever,” Sammy said, shrugging as he handed over the spatula to his father and went to sit down at the table with his juice. “Mom’s not home. She stay with Uncle Sam last night?” He didn’t understand why his mother and uncle didn’t just move in together, but when he asked, he was told he was too young to understand.
His parents always underestimated him, but as a kid who grew up in Madison Valley, he understood a lot more than anyone gave him credit for. Especially since he learned to listen to what was going on around him.
***
The kid’s questions did more to tell Dean about the kind of reality he lived in than an interrogation would, but that was probably always the way of them. Kids said a lot when they didn’t think they were saying it, and Dean’s tactic really was to just let it come out, prod only where he needed to.
“Uh, dunno. She might’ve. Might not be done yet.” Really, since Dean had thought Sammy in the kitchen had been Sara at first, he didn’t have the first idea where she actually was. That was fine. They were roommates, didn’t need to babysit each other. “You sure she’s not just passed out?”
It wouldn’t really surprise him if Sara had spent the early hours elsewhere, though.
***
Sammy rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure,” he said. “I checked her room.” He wasn’t stupid. “And Aunt Jo isn’t here either. You piss her off again?”
His parents were weird. It was never a secret that they hadn’t been a couple and hadn’t planned on having him. They made sure he knew that it didn’t mean they loved him any less, it just meant his family was a little unconventional. Then again, in Madison Valley, a lot of families were unconventional, so it wasn’t like it made him an outcast or anything.
***
“Probably,” Dean just shrugged, finishing up the eggs quickly and sliding them across the table to the kid. Sammy. What a stupid choice of names. “Look. You’re from around here, right? You know how this place is?”
If he did, if he was as smart as he seemed, the kid would probably figure it out. He’d probably put it all together and realize that Dean had absolutely no idea who he was. But if he had Dean as a dad, he’d also know that didn’t matter. Family was the most important, and Dean would fight like hell to protect that even for someone he didn’t actually know.
***
“Uh huh,” Sammy said, diving into his eggs. Mouth full, he added, “I know I haven’t been born yet. I looked at the date.” He was definitely a smart kid who had been well trained by both of his parents to be aware of his surroundings.
He also knew that not much had changed in his parents lives after he was born, so he was pretty sure that his guesses about their relationships were correct.
***
“Not just yet,” Dean corrected. “You’re not going to be.”
Because Dean didn’t look at Sara like that. She was a friend, and that was it. A hot friend, sure, and maybe if they hadn’t hit it off the way that they had things might’ve been different, but there was no way he was going to be doing anything stupid like getting with her. Even trying to. As far as Dean was concerned, she was Sam’s girl.
And he wasn’t an idiot like his brother.
***
Sammy was pretty sure that was what his parents had said before he ended up existing. At least if the stories he heard were true. But he wasn’t going to argue with his dad. Growing up in Madison Valley meant that he was well versed in the concept of alternate universes.
“Well, looks like I’m stuck here for a while,” he said. “So that means you’re stuck with me.”
***
It really was probably more like Sammy was stuck with Dean, but whatever he wanted to go with.
“I think we’ll live.” For a week or so, however long this lasted this time. “I mean, we’ve obviously put up with each other for...how many years? How old are you?”
That was kind of important. Not just for putting up with each other but for Dean to know what to do with the kid.
***
“Thirteen,” he said. “Can we make some toast?”
Sammy was a growing boy and a bottomless pit. He might eat Dean and Sara out of house and home this week. “So I don’t have to go to school, right?”
***
“Toast. Yeah. I can do toast.” Dean turned immediately to go make toast. Toast was impossible to screw up, and keeping himself busy feeding the kid would keep Dean from trying to panic. He already knew what a crappy dad he made, that had been proven to him time and time again in this place. With Ben, with the last kids who had shown up, Ben again. He might want a family of his own, but that wasn’t in the cards for him.
“Uh...nah, kid. I think you can skip for a while.” It was more effort than a week was worth to get him registered anyway.
***
Keeping him fed could potentially be a full time job. While Dean was making the toast, Sammy went to the fridge to pour himself another glass of juice. “Can I mess with Mom when she gets home?” he asked. “Tell her I’m like, the oldest of six, and you guys are all lovey-dovey and married and crap?”
***
Dean blinked for a second, then bust up laughing.
“Actually, yeah. You can should do that.” He’d even put on his own acting face and not spoil the fun. Sara absolutely deserved that for deciding to go out and get some after work instead of coming home to deal with the random kid instead of him.
***
Sammy grinned. “Awesome. That’ll be fun. After breakfast, can we play video games?” He was really a pretty easy kid to entertain.
***
“Uh.” Dean didn’t own anything resembling a video game. “We’ll figure something out.”
He might have to go buy video games. Awesome.
He set the toast down in front of the kid just in time for his phone to ring. Probably someone telling him there were more kids somewhere. Great day. “Eat that.”