Buying Dean the Hunter

Reunited

“I woke up being dragged out of a van. My vision still blurry from the massive beating I was given earlier but I tried to focus on faces. It was hot when I was shoved in a million different directions. Dirt beneath my feet as I was paraded around. Being sold and not knowing what house you’d be delivered to, you can’t imagine how terrifying that is. When asked what my name was I gave them Robert Singer. I knew Dean would be out there looking for me and I hoped he could find records and see a familiar name.”

You turned down your driveway. “But when he never showed… I can only assume he’s dead now.” You pull up to the house and look over at him, seeing the tears well up in his eyes. “I failed him, let him down. I never got to look at him again or have him tell me that everything’s gonna be okay. I’d give anything for another hug or another word from him. I just don’t want to live anymore with this guilt.”

“Sam you have to stop with all this weight. I’m sure this Dean did what he could to help or get to you. That’s what brothers do; they are there for each other. No matter what the other has done or how rocky the road has gotten.” He looks over at you. “You hold onto his memory Sam because on the coldest and darkest nights that’s all we have anymore. Focus on what he’d say, I mean it’s gotten you this far. I’m proud of you Sam Winchester. Proud of the person you’ve become.” You reach over and wipe away his tear, “now let me show you your new home.”

He slides out from the Jeep and looks around a bit. You walk through the front door and look behind you. “You have a lovely home.” “Thank you; I’ll have my hunter give you a tour.” He clenches his jaw and takes another scan of the room. Then his face grows soft and stares over your shoulder. “Hey I was wondering…” You hear Dean trail off behind you.

You turn around and back away so the two brothers are looking at each other. “S…Sammy?” In near a near sprint they collide while wrapping arms around each other. The pats they give echo through the house. You see Dean look around and shed a single tear before he closes his eyes. They stand there for seconds but it was a lifetime.

When they part Sam laughs a little, “is it really you?” Dean’s hand still on his shoulder, “yea man, its me.” “Dean… your kinda hurting my shoulder.” “Sorry,” he drops his arm to his side. “I thought you were dead. When they drug you to the van some son of a bitch sucker punched me. I spent all I had looking for you. I just… I was-“ Sam put his hands on Dean’s shoulders, “I know but the search is over. We can start over, wipe the slate clean.”

“You boys hungry?” They look over at you and say at once, “yes.” You smile because they haven’t lost a step between them. “Okay follow me.” They sit at the table and you hear them talking and catching up. Dean doesn’t reveal his scars because he doesn’t want Sam to know the pain he went through to find him. Sam doesn’t tell Dean about having to preform “tricks” to stay alive to worry Dean. You moved around the kitchen making an honest to goodness home cooked meal.

Pulling rolls out from the oven you threw them in a basket and took them to the table. Placing them next to the cooked ham and fruit platter you look at the two guys and they you. They are standing and when you sit they sit. A tear wells up and Dean looks over taking your hand. “What’s wrong?” You shake your head, “nothing really its silly.” Sam takes your other hand, “what is it?” You take a breath, “the last time I cooked was for my family.” Both squeeze your hand, “it still is,” Dean said with a smile.

After dinner you give Sam the grand tour of the place and show him to his room. It was just around the corner from Dean’s. “Oh this is the coolest thing. Watch this.” You open the closet and push on the back wall. It pops and a spring reveals a box, moving your fingers behind it revealing a space big enough to walk through. You go through it and Dean looks up at you, “what the…” Sam comes through it, “that’s cool.”