Dried Leather and Withered Flowers

Chapter 8

Dean is pretty sure that Bobby might combust if they bring home any more mystery siblings. Still, he's got to admit that the old man has taken the surprises like a champ. One DNA test later and the attic is cleared out for Adam to make his bedroom. Dean thought the kid might have gone back to school but he seems set against it.

While it had taken the twins some time to open up to him and Sammy, they had taken to Adam like a duck to water. Sam too, for that matter. All four of his siblings could be found together more often than not these days. Though, he's found Lea at his side whenever 'training' begins. It seems like the ghouls really freaked his sister out. Honestly, Dean thought the monsters they find wouldn't bother her compared to the issues the Potter books detailed, but she's clung to him when the guns come out all the same.

Even now, Azalea sits on the ground with a book, levitating tools over to him when he asks as he leans under Baby's hood. Gunshots sound in the background as their idiot brothers use some old crates as target practice.

"Gimme the socket wrench."

Lea doesn't even glance at him as she flicks her wand, murmuring some enchantment that floats the tool over to him.

"Azalea Potter!"

She startles and the pliers drop to the ground before Dean is able to snatch them out of the air. He watches as Lea pales, reaching into the backpack that sits beside her. Dean glances around, not seeing their brothers or Bobby. Whose voice was that?

"Flower!"

After rummaging around for a few moments, Lea pulls out a hand mirror. She holds it out in front of her face. "Hey Siri."

Ah. Not only is his sister a witch, she's insane too.

"Flower!" The bodiless voice repeats the word. Dean suddenly realizes the noise is coming from the mirror. "You haven't called in ages!"

"Sorry, Padfoot." Lea frowns, then glances up at Dean over the mirror. "Har and I have been pretty busy."

"Busy enough to forget your own birthday?"

Her frown deepens then her eyes widen. "It's the bloody thirtieth!"

"Happy Birthday! It's midnight here, so in England you're fifteen!"

Dean watches a small smile grow on her face as she looks into the mirror. "Thanks Siri."

"Who's that?" Lea glances at him over the mirror again before looking back to it.

"Padfoot, this is my oldest brother, Dean." The redhead flips the mirror around to face him as he leans against the car. A gaunt man with stringy black hair stares back at him from within it. "Dean, this is Sirius Black. He's mine and Harry's godfather."

"You've got a wand and a magic mirror?" He raises a brow as the man waves at him from the glass. Azalea scowls back at him.

"Lily! You didn't tell me you found John again!"

Dean's brows rise higher as Lea cringes, facing the mirror toward her again.

"Padfoot, it's Azalea. That's my brother Dean, John's older son."

"Of course, Flower. Now, where's Harry?"

"He's off shooting guns with Sam and Adam."

"Adam? John only had two sons, Steven and Drake."

"Sam and Dean." Dean has to fight a laugh as she stresses the names. "And it seems John had more than two mystery kids. Adam is a few years older than us, but he's our brother."

"Hm, a man after my own heart. You know, back in our prime James and I-"

"Sirius, who are you talking to?"