Will Them Into Existence

(A Courtyard Fool)

Wilbur stood from their seat, setting their water bottle on the counter in front of them. They looked back to Dean and Sam, who were doing the same.

"Hey, Toms. Uh-" They started, hand coming up to scratch at the back of their neck. The blonde shook his head, stepping forward and leaning against the wall.

"What-" He cut himself off clearing his throat frustratedly. When he looked back up, his eyes were the most clear they'd been since he wandered into the hallway at the school. "What are you talking about? What was after you? Eldrich horror? Wilbur, what the hell is going on?"

At the questions from his twin, the green haired teen grimaced. They rocked back and forth on their heels, eyes tracing familiar lines in the walls. "Uh-"

Thomas shook his head, arms shaking from their spots cradling his chest. He looked to Dean and Sam, both men gritting their teeth. "You all know something I don't. Very obviously something important." He said, lifting one arm weakly to gesture at himself. "Normally I wouldn't push like this. Keep your secrets, I don't care. But this time? This time it fucking hurts. Literally." He attempted, weakly, at a joke, arm shaking back around himself at the lack of response from the other three in the room.

"Listen, all I'm saying is-" He started, being cut off by his green haired twin, who stepped forward solemnly and led him to a chair at the dining table to sit down. They retrieved his discarded blanket from the living room, making eye contact with Dean as they sat across from their twin and reached for his hand, squeezing on instinct.

"No. You're right. You deserve to know, Tommy. I just..." They trailed off, rubbing the top of his knuckles with their thumb. "I'm not sure where to start."

The brunette man sighed heavily, pushing off of the counter where he had been leaning and pulling out a chair beside Tommy, leaving it open and pulling one out beside Wilbur which he sat down in. Sam walked over and took the seat beside the younger blonde without hesitation, face set as his eyes darted between the green haired teen and his own brother. He set a gentle hand on Tom's shoulder.

"When Mom and Dad split up," Wilbur began, eyes searching the green reflected across from them, "Dad and I moved to Pennsylvania for a little bit. You know he was uh, never the greatest." They reached out with their free hand and tapped Dean's arm. "But, Dean here took care of me, yeah? Always made sure I was doing okay. And, uh-"

The brunette man in question took their trail in stride, looking to the blondes on the other side of the table. "Sammy was in college. And you were racing. Both of you, presumably, happy and safe. So I did what I could when I could manage. A sign out of school here or there, camping trips and weekend getaways," At that, Sam's eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded to let his brother know to continue. "It was nice. We, uh, we both missed our blonde bitchy 'little' brothers, so we bonded over that."

"Okay, so, you went camping a few times. Thank you for taking care of my twin. But that still doesn't explain- anything." The shortest lifted his free hand to scrub at his eyes, tears of frustration making his eyes burn red. "I don't understand how any of that can relate to any of this."

The other three at the table looked at each other, Wilbur squeezing their brother's hand again and looking down at the table.

"Let me help try to explain it, okay?" The other blonde at the table said, and he used his hand still on the younger's shoulder to turn him gently to look at him, raising his other hand to gently wipe away the tears on his cheeks with a sad smile. "The camping trips- I used to go on them when I was a kid, too. It'd be Dean, our dad, and I- think of them more like hunting trips. We'd always go out there with a set purpose in mind."