Fic: The Earth and Heaven to You (Part 3)

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Part 3

Dean started his journey to Kansas. It was funny, because not even ten minutes after Dean had left his house, his mom called his cell phone to make sure that Dean was all right. But Dean expected nothing less, and he appreciated it all the same.

Dean knew that it was going to be a long drive down to Kansas.

He made dozens of stops along the way. He met a lot of people. Got about twenty three phone numbers. Made a bunch of money playing pool. Ate a crap ton of burgers. Slept in a handful of different motels.

After a week of driving, he finally made it to Lawrence, Kansas and the House of the Hunters.

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Dean stepped into the main hall of the House of Hunters. It was huge. There were statues and shrines made out to each of the Hunters who played an important role in the fight with the Demons. There had to be at least fifty of them surrounding the hall. He had no idea what, or who he was supposed to be looking for.

All he brought with him was his baby blanket that was stuffed into his back pocket.

It was the middle of the night, and the House of Hunters was always open to the public so he just walked in. Of course, he was the only person there. The only light that shone into the hall was from the full moon.

He stood in the middle of the room looking around. He decided that it was best to start off at one end of the hall and look through each of the Hunter statues for something. He came across a lot of Hunters: Samuel Colt, Ellen Harvelle, William Harvelle, Ash, Caleb, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Samuel Campbell, Deanna Campbell.

Apparently hunting was a family affair. Suddenly he felt like it was wrong for him to be there. He started to think the worst. Like there had to be a reason why they dropped him on Earth. Maybe the Hunters were in danger, like Clark Kent and Krypton. Or maybe they lost him during a family vacation. Or maybe they didn’t want him.

He turned around to leave, when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He stared in that direction stepping toward it, hoping to see the source of the movement. He didn’t see anything and figured that he was delirious for driving thirteen hours straight.

Being around statues was creepy.

He wiped his face and was about to leave when he saw movement again. It was coming from the John and Mary Winchester statues.

He brought his face up close to it to inspect it.

Then John Winchester’s statue blinked.

Dean jumped back and fell on his butt. He scooted back a couple of feet before he stood up again. He watched as the statue blinked again. “Holy crap!” he yelled. “You… you just blinked. Oh my god, I’m losing my mind.” He watched as the statue started to move out of its pose.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Dean stood in his place frozen. The statue was yelling at him. The statue was asking him a question. “Hi,” he squeaked out.

“Who are you?” John asked.

Dean shook his head, shaking out of the shock he was in. “Um…” he scratched his head, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. He wanted to ask the Hunter statue if he knew who his parents really were. When he told his mom and dad that he was going to Kansas to find answers, he had no idea that this is what it was going to entail. He had so many questions. But he couldn’t think of what to say. “This was a bad idea.”

“Yeah,” the Hunter replied. “Just pretend this is a dream and me and you can go on living our lives.”

“You’re John Winchester? The Hunter?” The statue in front of him slowly transformed into a person.

“Yeah,” the man said. “I get to come down here every full moon for a little while to make sure that Earth is still Earth. So again, I ask. Who are you?”

“This was such a bad idea.”

“You said that.” His voice wasn’t as gruff as it was the last few lines of their conversation. He felt a little bad for the boy in front of him.

“I should… I should go. I’m sorry for disturbing you.” Dean turned around and walked to leave the hall. It was waste of time coming all the way down here. He heard a few steps follow him, then stop. He didn’t bother to look back. He sagged his shoulders in defeat.

“Dean?”

Dean knew that he should have just kept walking, but the sound of his name on the other man’s lips made him freeze on the spot. He wanted to know how he knew his name. He spun on his heels to face the other man who held his baby blanket in his hand. His hand flew to his back pocket and felt that it wasn’t there. It must’ve fell out when he fell. “I’m really sorry,” he whispered. He found himself unable to look up from the ground. “This was a really bad idea.”

“Dean? You’re Dean?”

“I… yeah.”

“Oh my God,” John whispered. He dropped the blanket to the floor.

The next few moments happened for Dean in slow motion. He watched his blanket fall to the ground. John Winchester came running toward him. John Winchester then embraced him in a hug so tightly that it could rival his mom’s.

When John pushed him to separate them, time sped up.

“What?” Dean asked. He looked at John who looked like he was going to cry. The Hunter still hadn’t let his arms go.

“You… you’re still alive,” John whispered.

“What?”

“I… I’m your… You’re my firstborn. Mine and Mary’s.”

“What?” Dean yelled, unable to find anything else to say.

“Dean?”

“I… I think I’m going to be sick.” Dean bent over, keeping his hands on his knees to keep himself from falling over.

“Dean, hey,” John said patting Dean on the back. “It’s okay.”

When Dean’s breathing was back under control, he stood back up. He stared at the man in front of him. John Winchester was his father. “You’re my father?”

“Dean.” John tried to step forward to put a hand on Dean’s shoulder, but Dean stepped back, putting more space between them.

“I’m sorry,” Dean quickly apologized. “I just…”

“It’s a lot to take in. I get it.”

“Do you?” Dean snapped, and his hands immediately covered his mouth. There were just so many emotions flowing through him and he wasn’t capable of dealing with them rationally. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad, I promise.”

“It’s understandable if you are.”

“I have so many questions. So many damn questions. But I can’t keep you here. You have stuff to do.”

“This seems more important.” John pointed to one of the benches that were set up in the hall. “Why don’t we sit down? Then you can ask me whatever you want.”

Dean nodded and followed John to the bench. On the way, John picked up Dean’s blanket. They stay down, putting a comfortable distance between them. John held Dean’s blanket out to his son. Dean snatched it away.

Dean wrapped his hands in the blanket. “Did you not want me?” he whispered.

“What? No.”

“Then how did I end up on Earth?”

“Demons kidnapped you. It was so chaotic. We had no idea what was going on, but the sirens were blaring and your mother and I ran to your room. And you were gone.”

“And you… didn’t—”

“Dean,” John interrupted. “We looked everywhere for you. We had every Angel and Hunter searching. But when we finally found you on Earth, you were one year old. And we couldn’t take you away from your parents.”

Dean thought about his parents. Missouri and Rufus. The people who raised him. “But you’re—”

“Your biological parents, yeah. But those two, Rufus and Missouri, they made you who you are. Dean, you were a baby. We weren’t going to steal you from people that you bonded to. They would not have stopped looking for you if we took you. We had to let you go. And it was the hardest damn thing that me and your mother had to do.”

“But what about… Can I see Mary? I mean… mo—mother? Can you take me to see her?”

“Dean, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because humans aren’t allowed on the Hunter plane.”

“But… so I’ll never see her?” Dean asked, his voice choking up. The thought of never seeing the woman who gave birth to him hurt in his chest.

“Dean, it’s not that we don’t want you up there, it’s just, rules are rules.”

“Not even for me to see my mother?”

“I’m sorry. Dean, I don’t make the rules.”

“I understand.” He sighed and shoved his baby blanket into his pocket. “It was nice meeting you, though. At least now I know where I came from.” He stood up and was about leave, when John grabbed him by his arm.

“There is a way.”

“What?”

“For you to meet your mother.” John let go of Dean’s arm when he was sure he had his attention.

“What is it? What will I have to do?” He hoped that he didn’t sound too desperate.

“Dean.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“It’s going to be a lot of work.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

“You have to become a Hunter.”

“What?”

“A Hunt—”

“No, I heard you,” Dean interrupted. He waited for a second before he could speak again. “How am I supposed to do that? There’s nothing to hunt down on Earth. You guys and the Angels got rid of all of it.”

“There are still smaller things in the world that humans need protecting from.”

“So, I’m just supposed to find those things and do what?”

John shook his head. “You aren’t doing that the way you are. That wouldn’t be smart.”

“What?”

“You’re Human. You need to get trained first.”

“And how long will that take?” Dean groaned.

“It depends on how good you are.”

“This is ridiculous.” He sighed and paced back and forth in front of his father. Then he stopped. And he looked at the other man. His father. The man who he shared DNA with. “I’ll do it,” he whispered.

“Dean, this isn’t something you can take lightly.”

“I figured as much,” he replied.

“Okay, I’ll send you to the best Hunter trainers on Earth.”

“Sounds good,” Dean said, feeling tired with everything that was happening to him. He knew that he was going to be a lot more tired the next few months. “Well, then. I should go grab a piece of paper so you can write down the address and I can be on my way.”

“Sure thing. Oh, I have someone for you to meet,” John said before Dean could even step in the direction of the exit.

“Who?”

“Your little brother.”

“I have a little brother?” John nodded. He couldn’t believe it. In two weeks, he got two new parents and a sibling. “How little?”

“You two are four years apart.”

“Oh. That sounds cool.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

John wasn’t joking when he said right back, either. As quickly as he was gone, he reappeared with a boy. Or preteen.

“Dean!” he yelled, running up to him and throwing his arms around his waist.

“Hi… um…” he said nervously. His voice trailed off because his father didn’t tell him what his brother’s name was before he went to get him.

“Sam,” he said.

“Sam,” Dean repeated. “Right. Hi. Nice to meet you.”

“I finally get to meet my brother,” he said, sounding a lot more excited than Dean did. “This is freaking awesome.”

“Okay. So, we’ve met,” Dean said, looking at his father. He was hoping that he didn’t have any more surprises for him. There was only so much his human heart could take before it gave out on him.

“I’m joining you on your mission.”

“My mission,” Dean repeated.

“To become a Hunter.”

Dean looked up to the sky thinking that was where the plane was located. “How long were you freaking up there? You were gone for less than a second.”

“Time is a weird concept,” Sam said. “So, a brother road trip.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“Why not?”

“You’re like ten.”

“I’m fourteen. But I’m a Hunter. You could use me.” He turned to his dad, his eyes large and pleading. “Dad. Tell him.”

“You’re brother is joining you, Dean. He can help.”

“How is this possible?”

“Because he’s a second generation Hunter who was born on the Hunter plane.”

“So many damn rules,” Dean sighed.

“You’re telling me,” John said.

“So, Sam is going to be training me?”

“No, that’s ridiculous,” Sam scoffed.

“He won’t be the one training you.”

“Then who?”

“Yeah, who’s training him, dad?”

“You’re going to be trained by the best. Bobby Singer and Pastor Jim Murphy.”

“Aw,” Sam sighed. He was jealous. “Now that’s cool. I didn’t even get trained by them.”

“Why?”

“They came down to Earth before I was old enough to start getting trained. They’re the best. Lucky.”

“Right,” Dean replied as if he should have known that answer.

John walked over and put a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Dean, it won’t be easy. This process could take years.”

“I expected that. Nothing in my life has ever been simple.”

“Dean,” John said, squeezing his oldest son’s shoulder. “I want you to succeed. I really do. There is nothing more that I want than for us to be a family.” He looked to the sky, searching for the moon. “I have to go,” he whispered.

“Okay,” Dean said.

“Bye, dad,” Sam replied.

John nodded to Dean. He didn’t know if it was all right for them to hug. He then walked over to Sam and messed up his hair. He then kissed him on the crown of his head. “You two keep an eye on each other,” he said.

“Of course,” Sam said with a smile.

Dean could only give him a salute. He watched as John walked over to where his statue was and turned back into stone. He looked at his brother who was still staring at his father. “We should head out of here,” he said.

“Yeah. Of course.”

Dean reached into his pocket, making sure his blanket was still there. There was no way he was leaving it behind. When he saw that it was where he put it, he started walking out of the hall. Sam followed a few steps behind his brother.

They made it outside and to Dean’s Impala. He unlocked the car and looked to Sam who stood a couple of feet away from the car. “What are you doing?”

“Is this your car?” he asked.

“Yeah. Get in.”

Sam got into the Impala without another word. When he closed the door, he ran his hands on the leather, and the dash, and everything else. “This is amazing.”

Dean got into the car and just watched his brother for a minute or two. “Never seen a car before?”

“I’ve seen cars,” Sam said. “But I’ve never seen cars. Not like this. This is awesome.”

“Preaching to the choir, Sammy.” Dean started his car and waited for it to warm up. “Where are we heading?”

“South Dakota.”

“South Dakota?” Dean asked.

“I know, right?”

Dean turned on the radio, blasting Metallica throughout the car. He saw that Sam was going to say something about it. “Do not complain about the music.”

“Okay,” Sam said, biting his lip. He could learn to deal with the music choice.

“We got work to do. Let’s go make me a Hunter,” Dean said. He pulled out of the area that he parked and began their journey.

Part 4