Will Them Into Existence

Untimely Occupation

"What do you call it then?" Tommy pressed, both hands now holding one of Wilbur's. "You've gotta call it something."

Sam shook his head, biting his lip. "Names have power, Tommy. Even a nickname would tip it off. Maybe not an exact location, but enough of an idea to make it just too dangerous."

"Too dangerous. Right. But hunting it, and things like it, isn't?" He asked, head tilted stubbornly.

Wilbur squeezed his hand, sighing through clenched teeth. "Tom-"

"No, no it can't be too dangerous. Because that would mean that a grown ass man was taking my eight, nine, ten - less than double digits brother, and then eleven, twelve, thirteen years old. Fourteen. My fourteen year old sibling on incredibly dangerous "hunting trips". And no one told me." The shortest said, eyeing the mentioned brunette with fire in his green eyes.

Dean closed his eyes, guilt washing over his features briefly. "The first time I took Wilbur on a trip, it wasn't to hunt. It was just to get them out of that damn house. Their father- your father- was an asshole. But yes. I did take them hunting. Of-"

The blonde man stood and squeezed Tommy's shoulder, who furrowed his eyebrow. "Of course he wishes he didn't have to so early." He knelt on the floor near the younger blonde's chair, turning it so it faced him and then putting his hands on the other's knees. "But sometimes the most dangerous situations aren't the ones with the things we hunt, Tommy. Sometimes they're people. I understand your anger, kid, I felt it when I left for college. The unfairness of something being taken away. But that anger is a whole hell of a lot better than being dead, yeah? Or in this case, Wilbur being dead."

Tommy scanned his face, his own scrunching as he scoffed hollowly. "You hated your childhood. You hate your dad. You stopped hunting, right? To go to college. And you expect me to just...accept? That Wilbur was safer like that?"

The green haired teen squeezed his hand, and he looked over to them. "I was. I swear, I was. Gods, it was freeing. I wish I could explain it to you- I wish you could've seen it at the time instead of hearing about it in the way you are now."

"I could've." He replied, tears pooling in the crest of his eyes. "I could've."

He pulled his chair back into place, throwing his head back. "While you went to college, Sam. While everything happened, Dean. While you were traveling, Wilbur." He looked back up, glancing to each of them. "How many times did you pass through my state? How many times were you just so close? How many times did you see the sunrise and not think about me?"

The blonde shook his head, tears falling freely. "Because you were all I ever fucking thought about. Every second. Every sunrise. Every star in the damn sky, all I could think was 'What is Sam doing right now?' or 'I wonder if Dean still drinks Jack Daniels' or 'Jesus, I hope Wilbur's okay'. I knew you for barely eight years of my life before I thought I'd never see any of you again, and I was so lost because of it."

Wilbur shook their head rapidly, breath coming fast as tears filled their own eyes. "Tommy- gods. Of course I thought of you. I thought of you all the damn time. Every time I looked in the mirror and saw green eyes reflected back to me, I thought about you. Every time I talked to Colby and Sam, I thought about you. Every time I breathed, I thought about you. I lived every second of my life with the hope that you'd be proud of it, if you ever got to live it with me. And here we are, and you do get to live it with me, and I would do it all over again if it meant this is how we ended up."

They laughed, looking to Dean. "I mean it. I'd do all of it. I'd face a week alone with Syntec again if it meant I'd get to be by your side."

Dean smiled sadly, sighing. Sam stood from his kneel and took his spot back in his chair, face set in a gentle frown. Tommy cocked his head to the side in question.

"Syntec?" He asked, voice finally evening out from all of the talking, tears, and strain.

"Uh," Wilbur started, reaching their free hand up to rub at the back of their neck. "Yeah. The, uh. The company who took me. That's- that's kind of the reason I freaked out when,,,when everything happened. They weren't the greatest-"

"Didn't Daddy work there?" He asked, head still tilted. The green haired twin snorted despite themself, hand dropping back down from their neck to rest against the table.

"Country ass." They took a deep breath. "But yeah, he did. Uh- that's actually why they took me."

Tommy's eyes widened. "They took you because he worked there? They did know you like...hated him, right?"

"Well, yeah. But we were twelve. So it was-"

"Before he passed, right, sorry. I- I just. I feel like it rings more of a bell then that. 'Course, that's probably where I know it from, but..." He leaned back in his chair, tsk'ing with his mouth. "It just sounds so familiar."

Wilbur glanced towards Dean and Sam, their eyebrow raised. Dean shrugged, and Sam stood and pushed his chair in, rubbing the back of Tommy's neck as he passed to grab his jacket from the living room. "I'm sorry guys, my shift starts soon. I'll be back later." He stopped to kiss the top of Tommy's head, who batted him away with a twinkle in his eyes. "Don't do any strenuous activities." He said to Tommy, turning towards Wilbur and Dean. "If his wound reopens you'll have to cross stitch it."

The two nodded, waiting until after he'd walked into the kitchen to start gathering his keys and work box to turn back to Tommy, who still leaned back in his chair with his head cocked.

"Tommy, it's really not that big of a deal." Wilbur said, squeezing the other's hand again before letting go and standing themself. "We, uh. We should throw away your stuff though. It's kind of ruined now."

Dean stood from the table as well, making his way around it and helping Tommy stand, the blonde leaning heavily on him, still deep in thought. "Seriously, kid. It's probably just that twin telepathy bullshit making you feel like you've heard it before."

As the trio stood in front of the trash can where Tommy's ruined belongings were piled, and as Sam pulled his bag over his shoulder and made his way to the entrance, the short blonde gasped and snapped his fingers, leaning down and picking up his stained and torn racing jacket. He flipped the inside tag out from the collar, reading over it before looking up at the two who stood near him.

"That's where I knew it from. Rusteeze- my old sponsor- they branched off from an old oil company in 1934. Called Syntec." He said passing the jacket to Wilbur and letting them read the tag, who then passed it to Dean, who walked it over to Sam at the front door. "Probably unrelated, but still. An odd coincidence."

Wilbur and Dean made eye contact, each of their brows furrowed. Dean cleared his throat and walked back to clap Tommy softly on the back. "Yeah. An odd coincidence. We'll, uh, we'll look into it. Thanks, Tommy."

The blonde nodded, sighing and shuffling in place. "No problem. Just glad I had at least a little information." He looked down at his feet, his shoulders curling in again and his arms coming up to wrap around his middle again. "Can- can I have some more medicine? And a nap? It's just- damn this hurts." He said, an attempt at a laugh coming out as a dry sob. At the door, Sam turned back, immediately going for the cabinet and a stronger pain medicine.

Wilbur helped their brother into his room, running their hand through his hair and pulling his favorite Lightning Mcqueen and Tow Mater blanket up to his chest. Sam came in with a glass of water in his favorite cup and two (probably illegal) pain pills, helping the younger blonde take them them and then ruffling his hair. He whispered something to Dean, who had just come in with extra pillows, about being back later, and then left the room.

As they watched their brother's eyes close, Wilbur looked up at Dean, a question dying on their tongue. He held the tag from the jacket up, nodding and leaving the room once they waved their hand, a grateful smile on their face.

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and there we have it! the end of the arc :) had sm fun writing this. details from this arc will continue but this was really the main bulk of it