A Second Chance

Chap 4

Sam's POV

We walked into the diner. "Dean we're done with the case here," I said.

"Alright," said Dean as we sat down. "Where does she live."

"Califormis," I said. "I hope her husband doesn't kill me."

"Nobody can hurt you Sammy," said Dean. "Where's the Sam Winchester that won't let anyone hurt him?"

"Still here," I said.

"Excuse me," said a male who walked up to us.

"Yes?" I asked looking at him. The boy had my eyes and looked to be eighteen. "How may we help you?"

"Are you Sam Winchester?" asked the boy.

"Yes," I said. Him and a girl pulled up a chair as sat with us. The girl looked like Alexis. "I'm sorry but you look so much like my ex-girlfriend." I sighed. "How can we help you?"

"I'm Justin English and this is Abby English," said the boy. "You knew my mother."

"Excuse me?" I asked. Justin handed me a photograph. "Alexis is your mom? Is she okay?"

"First, you're my father. Mom told me. Abby is my hald sister from Mom's sade," said Justin. "Blake English is her father."

"Wait, you're Sammy's son?" asked Dean.

"This is from my mom," said Justin handing me a peice of paper. "She wrote it."

I read it and looked at Justin. "Where is she now?" I asked.

"Mom died," said Abby.

"What?" asked Dean. "She's dead?" Abby nodded. "Natural causes?"

"If it was natural causes, I don't think she would have a wound in her abdomen or the house would smell like rotten eggs," said Justin. I tensed up. "Mom said you guys can keep is safe. Can you?"

"Yeah," I said. "And the rotten egg smell is sulfer."

Dean's POV

"What does demons want with you?" I asked.

"Mom didn't say," said Justin. "I'm eighteen, Abs is sixteen."

"We need to find out what these demons want with you," said Sam.

"There you are," said a six foot two shaggy hair guy walking up to us. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Blake English, their father," said the guy.

"Dad, how's you get here?" asked Abby.

"Uncle Drew's Dad didn't mind bringing me," said Blake.

"How'd you find us?" asked Justin.

"Your phone and your own LoJack system," said Blake. "Were you able to find —" He held up a picture and looked at Sam. "You're Sam."

"Dad, he's you know that?" asked Abby.

"Your mother told me if I find him, I'll find you," said Blake.

"Justin said Alexis died," said Sam.

"How are you communicating with the dead?" I asked.

"I didn't," said Blake.

"Dad?" asked Justin.

"I got there with TC. Your mother was still alive," said Blake. I sighed. "She told me enough information before she died in my arms." He teared up "Her dying wish was for me to find you guys."

"You found us," I said.

"Along with that she said was that you guys would keep us safe," said Blake. "How do you plan to do that?"

"Well, Sam and I get around with an alias," I said. "Which means you guys will need one too."

"Great," said Justin.

"Let's hit the road and head to Bobby," I said. "Justin and I will take my car and you, Abby, and Sam can take whatever you guys came in."

"Abby is driving my car," said Justin handing Abby the keys. "You know I trust you with the car."

"What about me?" asked Blake.

"Dad, I want Abs to drive," said Justin. "My car. Especially if it's my black mercedes."

"Let's go," I said already halway out of the diner.

"We should before he gets annoying," said Sam.

Justin and I got into the Impala. "This is a nice car," said Justin.

"It was my Dad's," I said.

"Let me guess the year, make, and model," said Justin looking at me.

"Go for it," I said.

"1967 Chevy Impala," said Justin.

"You know your cars," I said driving. I made sure Abby was following close behind. "I'm surprised." Justin looked at me. "That your mom sent you out alone and you found us without really looking."

"Mom was never much of a detailed person unless it came to something specific," said Justin. "She took care of us most of the time while Dad went to work."

"What does your father work as?" I asked.

"He's a singer in a boyband," said Justin.

"That's the definition of a pretty boy in my book," I said.

"And your not?" asked Justin.

"Bitch," I said.

"Jerk," said Justin.

He was just like Sam. "I like you kid," I said smiling.