| A Mikey Special Event. |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|02:56 pm] |
Aaah. I've been talking about writing this story since at least pre 1 mil. I didn't know how to go about it and I still don't think it's written the way I imagined it, but it's still pretty good without being a total departure from the actual story.
I think maybe Jensen has the best bit on this one, execept of course for Sam, but he didn't make me giggle nearly as much
You can click the links as you go or save them until the end, either way it's gonna be fun!
Title: Home School Musical.
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs Jared/Jensen
Rating :R
Words10,300/2,921,300
Warnings: Wincest,
Summary: Something strange is going on in South Carolina and Sam's determined to get to the bottom of it.
Notes::AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard
It was commonly accepted that Evan was the sweetest out of all the kids. Sam hadn't always thought so and Dean most certainly hadn’t, but Evan got sweeter and sweeter as he aged sort of like a cantaloupe according to James who said he was the undisputed expert on fruits. Saying that Evan was the sweetest didn’t mean the rest of the kids didn't have their moments, but he stayed sweet all the time regardless of the situation. Even when he was ragging on Jensen for being a butthead he was still just precious and Sam was sure he'd always stay that way.
Unfortunately on Monday morning Evan decided that he was sick and tired of being sweet. He was standing on his helper stool squeezing the life out of some tomatoes and he finally had enough. He dropped the wad of tomato into the bowl, threw his hands into the air, and quite loudly proclaimed that Aaron and all other Italians by association were nothing more than total cocks which Sam agreed with in part. He didn't know enough Italians to call them all cocks, and he also didn't have the heart to tell Evan that Aaron wasn't Italian at all. He was at best a transplanted surfer boy who just ended up in Italy.
Even if Sam had told Evan all that it wouldn't have changed his opinion. Sam was okay with that and he didn't say a thing about not nice words because sometimes it was appropriate. If John played favorites he was a cock, if Dean complained about what they were eating he was a cock, and if Jeremy went all evil he was a cock and also a devil. Aaron however was normally pretty well behaved but if he requested an elaborate meal and then proceeded to give helpful hint and tips he was most assuredly a cock. He wasn't even giving the hints in person, he had spent the weekend telling Sam everything he already knew over the phone.
Those phone calls really fucked up Sam and Evan's plan for project Bolognaise because they were just going to used canned tomatoes. It was November and the tomatoes weren't looking so great at the store. The ones in the cans were put there during their peak season and Sam always thought they were delicious especially if they cooked all freakin' day. He mentioned that to Aaron who went into a ten minute speech about how it wouldn't be authentic if it came from a can. He said some other stuff too after that but Sam mostly just heard cock noises through his phone.
Aaron also requested homemade pasta which Sam absolutely refused to do. He didn't care how much he loved Aaron, he wasn't even making fresh pasta for Dean who regularly kissed him right on the button, usually for a really long time. Aaron agreed that fresh pasta wasn't necessary a little too quickly and as soon as Sam hung up Jeremy ran into the kitchen and started yelling at him. Aaron had tried the whole get a devil to beg in person for you trick but Sam wasn't falling for that and neither was Evan who told Jeremy to leave them alone or no one was going to eat ever again.
Jeremy tried even harder to sway Sam but it just wasn't happening and once he was gone Evan called him a total douche. Sam agreed with that as well though he didn't say anything. He just wiped off his hands and turned to stare at Evan who was taking all of his frustrations out on the tomatoes. Saying someone was a cock was one thing, but then hearing him say Jeremy was a douche struck Sam as a little odd. Neither of them were very nice names to call people and he wanted to find out where Evan had heard such words.
Apparently he knew that Aaron was a cock because Jeremy had mentioned it to Dean several times. He also knew Jeremy was a douche because Dean had told Justin at least twice that Evan had heard. He seemed to get what cock meant but when Sam asked what a douche was he just shrugged and went back to squeezing the tomatoes. Sam was so sure Evan was being bad but he was just repeating what he heard and he couldn't even yell at Dean or Jeremy for not watching their language. They were probably having a private conversation and Evan was so polite that he'd never want to interrupt them. Sam had caught him several times just sort of standing around and waiting for an appropriate time to interject. If Ethan had done the same thing it would be eavesdropping but Evan was just being considerate and waiting his turn to talk to Dean and because he was small and quiet no one had noticed him and held their tongue.
Since there was some miscommunication Sam felt like it was his job as a daddy to make sure Evan knew it wasn't nice to call someone a douche. If he felt the need to express himself he was to call Jeremy a devil and Sam also recommended not calling Aaron a cock even if it was particularly apt. Evan's foray into being a bad boy was awfully short lived and Sam was very thankful for that. He was also a little proud particularly when Evan said he just might make Aaron and Jeremy special cards that he would then force Dean to sign under penalty of withholding kisses.
Even after he got the name calling out of his system, Evan was still a little peeved and Sam really couldn't figure it out. Spotty was chilling out on the rug next to the sink so Evan wasn't missing him and Ethan was outside "screaming at stuff" which was an activity only he really enjoyed. The recipe was complicated and time intensive but it really wasn't that bad, at least not bad enough to annoy Evan who was incredibly patient thanks to having Ethan and Ollie as little brothers.
Sam was considering asking what was going on but then a little light bulb went off. He had been complaining about the bolognaise for a solid week or even longer since it wasn't the first time Aaron asked for it. Sam was mostly joking, but Evan must have thought he was completely serious and if something bothered his daddy it bothered him. After Sam figured that out he made a conscious effort to not complain and Evan picked up on it right away by saying that all the peeling, cutting, shredding, and stirring wasn't really that bad, but they did earn a break.
That was actually an excellent idea because Sam had finished cooking breakfast and started cooking with Evan right away. He had been on his feet for a while and before they did anything else he wanted to rest for a second and maybe go check on the kids who were all outside playing. Before he could do that Sam wanted to clean up some. He liked to clean up as he went to save him the hassle of a big clean up when he was done. It always went pretty quick and Evan was a great help with the actual cleaning and his humming.
"Baby, what's that song? It sounds familiar."
"Lady Gaga."
"Lady Gaga." Sam said. "Where did you hear that?"
"Craig." Evan smiled. "We dance to it, but I like to sing too."
"Oh, well…"
Evan jumped off his stool and tossed his towel onto the counter so quickly Sam didn't realize what was going on. He actually backed up some and it was a good thing he did because Evan needed a lot of space to do his very elaborate dance moves which were damn impressive. Sam was even thinking about breaking out the iPod so he'd have some music to dance to.
"I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me! Papa, Papa Sammy!"
"Oh!" Sam clapped. "Yes!"
"Baby there's no other superstar you know that I'll be your papa-paparazzi!"
"Yes!"
"Promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop until that boy is mine! Baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me, Papa, Papa Sammy!"
"That was fantastic!" Sam laughed. "Very nicely done, Evan!"
"Thanks, daddy! I like singing, but sometimes I worry it might conflict with my dancing." Evan said and then paused. "But I guess you can write books and still be a highly paid wiener model."
"That's um…that's true…who said I was a wiener model?"
"Uh…" Evan whispered before playing with his hands. "I think I heard that when we were in France…someone on the internet, maybe...wienermodels.com/daddy."
"Did daddy say that?"
"Maybe…don't hit him daddy, he's so short!"
"Don't you worry, baby. I won't hit him even once!"
"Wow!"
"Let's go see what the husbands are up to."
"That's a great idea, daddy. Let's hold hands."
"That’s an even better idea!"
Sam took Evan's hand and then decided that skipping was in order. The little bit of dancing and singing had put him in a pretty good mood and he wanted to enjoy it before getting back to work in the kitchen. It was really nice out and just cool enough to be comfortable so Sam was thinking he might take an extended break since dinner was still hours away and he had worked pretty hard with Evan.
Everyone was off in the distance and they seemed to be very involved in something. Sam wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but Ollie was front and center and everyone else was behind him moving together. Ethan was most definitely dancing, but Mikey and Charlie looked like they were maybe having sneezing fits because they weren't nearly as coordinated. Evan didn't approve of anyone dancing without him so he picked up the pace while never letting go of Sam's hand.
"Dean." Sam said as they got closer. "What's going on with…"
"Shh!"
"A wanna take a wide on a disco stick!"
"Ollie!" Sam yelled. "Where did you hear that!"
"Hol' me an love me, jus' wanna touch ya wit a minute! Maybe in a butt is enuff for a heart to quit it!" Ollie sang. "Les have some fun a beat is sick, a wanna take a wide on a disco stick!"
"Ollie!"
"Wha?"
"Don't…um…don't sing that."
"You are so jealous." Dean whispered. "No one sings you songs because you're awkwardly proportioned."
"Dean." Sam sighed. "Shut up. For your information Evan just sang me a song."
"Was it Gaga?"
"Actually it was."
"That's weird…you don't strike me as someone worth busting out into song over."
"Well…"
"Every night is disco night!" Dean sang. "With you I'm living every moment for you, seeing things in a different way and oh, my God…"
Sam covered Dean's mouth with his hand and then squinted just as hard as he could. Evan had sung and then Ollie and Dean followed which wasn't so weird, but Sam felt a little something strange and then he saw something so terrifying he was sure he'd never sleep again. John was way off in the distance taking the babies for a stroll and he had paused to entertain them with singing and dancing. Sam had seen a lot of fucked up shit in his life, but watching John leap through the air was just about the worst.
"Something weird is going on!"
"Is dad singing?" Dean asked after pulling down Sam's hand. "What a queer for brains."
"Daddy, be nice." Evan said. "He's expressing himself."
"Why is everyone singing!" Sam yelled. "Jeremy!"
"Oh…this is so something he would do." Dean whispered. "On account of him being a devil."
"Jeremy!"
"Daddy stop yelling." Ethan sighed. "That's completely unnecessary."
"There's something really weird going on and…"
"Your butt is mine, gonna tell you right just to show your face in broad daylight!"
"Oh, God."
"I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it!"
Ethan spun in the grass, grabbed his crotch and then moon walked right past Sam. Evan had to get in on that and Sam let him go even though he really didn't want to. He sort of felt like he needed to keep the kids close since clearly there was some kind of musical demon lurking in the woods. That was bad enough but even worse was that they'd probably have to get Anthony to stop him. Sam was just about to suggest it, but Dean broke into a very disturbing rendition of "Hangin' Tough" with Ollie. There was even a lot of choreography which was pretty scary since Dean wasn't much of a dancer normally.
Sam had to scream Jeremy's name three more times before he decided to grace them with his presence. He walked out of his guesthouse and Sam totally had to do a double take. Aaron was going to be arriving in just a few hours and Jeremy was more than ready for their reunion. His hair was blindingly shiny and straight and he was more dressed up than normal. He was wearing a pair of jeans that were obviously a size too small in all the right ways with a tight little black shirt which Sam was sure he stole from Dean. He looked pretty scrumptious but it didn't excuse turning their lives into a musical for shits and giggles.
"I'm gorgeous!" Jeremy smiled. "I'm the best looking Winchester on record and…is dad dancing?"
"Yes!"
"That's cute. Justin must have blown him."
"Everyone is singing and dancing!" Sam yelled. "What'd you do now, devil?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"I'm so sure." Sam hissed. "You're behind this and…"
"I want a freak in the mornin' a freak in the evenin' just like me! I need roughneck brother than can satisfy me, just for me!"
"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me…"
"I got a freaky secret!" Jeremy sang. "Everybody sing cuz' we don't give a damn about a thing!"
"Done!" Sam yelled. "I'm so over this."
"I will be a freak until the day until the dawnnnn!"
If Jeremy hadn't looked so cute Sam would have pushed him down into the grass and then kicked him. If he was joining in the sing along there was a good chance he was telling the truth for once in his life and he wasn't responsible. Someone was though and Sam was going to need big help to get over a big problem. John and Dean were useless and Mikey looked like he was planning a really big number so Sam went looking for James and found him in the workshop being completely quiet while he sanded down a piece of wood. He wasn't singing or dancing which Sam took as a good sign.
"Dude."
"Sam."
"Dude!"
"What?" James asked. "What's wrong?"
"Everyone's singing and being weird! Dad's dancing! Ollie was singing Lady Gaga and Jeremy says he didn't do anything even though he's quite clearly a devil!"
"Sounds like a party."
"No, it's terrible! It's freaking me out." Sam frowned. "I just…what are you…"
"I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan!"
"Gabe! Get your ass down here!"
"I put my hands up, they're playing my song, you know it's gonna be okay! Yeah, it's a party in the USA! Yeah-eee-aaaah yeah, I settled the USA!"
"Stop it!"
"Noddin' my head like yeah, movin' my hips like yeah!"
Sam grabbed James by his shoulder and shook his as hard as he could. That stopped the singing but he was still noddin' and movin'. He didn't stop until Sam slapped the shit out of him and knocked him into the wall. He gasped when that happened and then frowned before going back to his piece of wood. Sam was pretty sure the backwards gay slap should have fixed everything but James was still humming and obviously waiting to continue his song in private.
Not only was the song and dance routine just plain weird but Sam was really worried there was something sinister behind it. He didn't want to be a negative Nancy but he really couldn't help it. Maybe if John hadn’t been dancing Sam could have pretended it wasn't much of a big deal but it so obviously was. The only thing Sam actually had going for him was that he seemed to be immune. That was a good thing because he sang Milo and Mary to sleep and that was it. Sometimes he sang to Dean too but it wasn't anything he was going to win awards over.
Before he could figure out what was really going on Sam thought it best to see if everyone was affected and unfortunately they all seemed to be. Jenny was on her phone and it sort of looked like she was having a meaningful long distance duet with Tony who would be in South Carolina by the end of the day. Alex was belting out Celine Dion with Michael and Ryan singing backup. It was getting scarier by the moment and Sam just prayed that someone would have a normal conversation with him without any singing.
"Sam!"
"Hi Jensen." Sam sighed. "You're looking totes fuckable today."
"Have you noticed everyone's singing?" Jensen asked. "I tried to wake Jared up but he yelled at me, but it was angry melodic yelling!"
"You'll start singing in a minute and then I'll be all alone and the only one not crazy. Then you'll probably cocktease me some more and never actually let me rim you."
"Maybe we should research!"
"I'm waiting."
"Sam, I think I'll be able to control myself and not sing." Jensen laughed. "Really."
"Really? I think there might be a musical demon in the woods. We should go kill it with our freaky powers. You down with that?"
"Yes, that's a plan! Nothing phony don't hate on me, what you get is what you see."
"Oh Jesus." Sam sighed. "I got my hopes up."
"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got!" Jensen sang. "I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block! Used to have a little now I got a lot!"
Sam actually had to sit down in the grass and wait out the rather long version of Jenny From The Block which of course wouldn't be complete without elaborate dance moves. It was a shame Ethan and Evan weren't around because they probably wouldn't have busted Jensen's balls anymore about the dancing. He wasn't half bad but Sam knew once the demon mojo wore off that he'd go right back to being another awkward white guy who was not from The Bronx.
When he was done dancing Jensen cleared his throat, looked over his shoulder, and then hightailed it back to his guest house. That was the smart thing to do since he'd be alone in there with Jared and no one else would see him dance or sing. Everyone else was still going at it so Sam decided to scream Gabe's name one last time in an attempt to figure out what the hell was going on. He was normally pretty punctual and when he didn't show up Sam got nervous. He was even more nervous when a woman walked into his line of sight with a very pleasant smile on her face.
"What the…" Sam said as he scurried to his feet. "Who the hell are you?"
"Gabriel is currently occupied."
"You're an angel?"
"Yes."
"Right." Sam whispered. "Um, I was sort of under the impression he was always around like one of those helper monkeys."
"He is, but something more urgent came up."
"More…more urgent than us?"
"Yes, sir. Some meetings are very difficult to get."
"What does that…oh…Oh!"
"Yes."
Suddenly all the singing and dancing didn't seem that important. Just a few days ago Gabe had said that talking to God wasn't something that happened very often. Clearly he was currently in a meeting with the big guy which excited and terrified Sam at the same time. He was really hoping Gabe might come back with some info about Joe, but at the same time he was hoping he didn't come back at all and that he got to be with his son.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Of course, sir."
"Sam."
"Sir." The woman said. "If I am at liberty to answer I will."
"Good." Sam smiled. "Why do you need the body Gabe's in?"
"Because of his abilities of course."
"Angel power?" Sam asked. "Doesn't that get installed like internet service?"
"No, sir. He's a rather powerful psychic. I'd say one of the most powerful we've ever seen present company excluded."
"You're using him."
"Personally? No. We're all in service of a higher power Mr. Winchester and we all came willingly."
"I need you to do me a favor."
"Anything, sir."
"Go tell you friends that they need to put the word out. You're going to let him go or I'm going to get a little upset."
"I'll let them know."
"Thank you." Sam said. "Now, any idea why everyone's singing?"
"That's a question for your son."
"My…" Sam said before she disappeared. "Come on there's like twelve of them!"
Sam was still weirded out by the singing thing but little Ms. Angel had just slipped up which he loved. It seemed like Sam wasn't meant to know about Gabe's human life and she had just told him everything he wanted to know. Obviously they really did need his body and with another little piece Sam was just a bit closer to solving a puzzle. He was really hoping all the angels watching were buzzing with his news because Sam was absolutely determined to get Gabe back to his son.
He was also determined to figure out the whole singing thing and he was pretty sure Mikey was maybe responsible. When Sam asked he said he absolutely was not, but he was watching Ollie pretty closely who was being romantically serenaded by Dean.
By the time Aaron arrived the singing and dancing had sort of tapered off which upset Dean a little since it was pretty much awesome. He loved singing and it made the kids so happy. He didn't get what Sam's problem was but Dean assumed most of it was just residual spaghetti rage. Everyone had sung a song but Sam just wouldn't do it and it seemed like Ollie was really pushing hard to make it happen.
When the singing started Dean sort of thought Ollie was behind it but he couldn't figure out how on Earth he was doing it. He got the whole special hug to make a happy thing, but Ollie hadn't hugged on anyone. The singing just sort of started out of nowhere which in turn made everyone happy. It was a special little gift Ollie had and unlike a certain Mr. FussyBritches Dean really enjoyed the singing and the dancing. It was a nice way to waste some time for everyone especially Jeremy who was teetering on the edge of completely ballistic.
He had been waiting for a week to see Aaron again and he was anything but patient. He had fits of all consuming depression followed by psychotic episodes and a hell of a lot of gay dramatics. It was actually a little cute but at the same time Dean was dreading what kind of state he would be in if he ever had to go a week without seeing Sam. That was one of the worst kinds of torture he could imagine and the only thing worse would be not seeing the kids. Luckily it wasn't something Dean was ever going to deal with because they both worked for themselves and could come and go when they pleased which Aaron unfortunately couldn't do.
John had gone to pick him up because Jeremy was too nervous to drive. At first Dean thought he was just joking but he really was nervous, so much so that he was shaking. He could have gone along for the ride but Sam thought and Dean agreed it'd be best if he stayed behind and calmed down. It was actually sort of cute to see him so flustered but nowhere near as cute as he was when Aaron was actually in the house.
He walked in alone with his bag since John was smart enough to stay outside. He was doing a lot better with their relationship, but he still wasn't comfortable enough to watch them kiss, which Dean and Sam were more than okay with. It happened really quickly and Aaron barely had time to drop his bag before Jeremy was on him. If Dean had to go a week without Sam he would have wanted some sloppy teenager style making out, but Aaron and Jeremy were surprisingly reserved at least at first.
"You look so handsome." Aaron said. "I like your shirt."
"You look nice too."
"Wow." Sam whispered. "Conceited…"
"Sammy, what do you think about Jared?"
"Jared? He's the second most beautiful man in the world."
"And we're conceited." Jeremy said as he rolled his eyes. "I missed you."
"I know you did. I'm here now."
"We're here too." Dean said. "Right here on the other side of the kitchen and…okay, go back to making out, we'll wait."
"Wow, look at 'em go."
Jeremy and Aaron were both motioning with their hands to clear out, but they were in Sam's kitchen and Dean wasn't going anywhere. He was going to stand there and watch his two little brothers make out with each other until they were done or he shot his wad, whatever came first.
"Come on, sing!"
"Dean." Sam sighed. "Don't encourage that sort of behavior."
"Hmm?" Aaron asked once he came up for air. "Sam, it smells wonderful in here. I really appreciate you cooking for me."
"It's my pleasure."
"It'll be a while until dinner." Jeremy shrugged. "You can see the kids and then we'll put your bag away."
"Yeah." Dean scoffed. "Sure."
"Yes, we should do that and then put my bag away."
"I don't guess he's going to sing."
"Thank God." Sam said. "I'm still trying to…"
"I'll take you to the candy shop. Boy, one taste of what I got. I'll have you spending all you got, keep going til' you hit that spot."
"Oh, sweet Jesus." Dean whispered. "Everything else that happens in my life is awesome from this point on."
Aaron was doing some very sexy whisper singing while nibbling on Jeremy's earlobe. Dean had been so sure that Sam was being a buzzkill but once he saw Aaron singing and doing a little bit of dancing he got why he was so freaked out. It was still cute and Dean was still very happy about it but it was weird and he could see why Sam was so worried.
"I'll let you lick the lollipop, keep going….ah!" Aaron yelled. "What on Earth is going on!"
"Ollie sort of worked his mojo on everyone." Jeremy laughed. "Oh, and you were right about Gabe!"
"Shut up! He admitted he's in love with Sam and I missed it?"
"What!"
"Wait." Dean said before pausing to yell. "What!"
"No, not that, he's a psychic."
"Oh, I knew that." Aaron said. "So Ollie's working the mojo and making everyone sing?"
"It's awesome."
"What!" Dean yelled again. "Gabe isn't a homo and Sam is so mine. I own him, me and Evan, right down the middle!"
"He's got the papers and everything."
"Start talking! Did he mention being in love with Sam at your crusaders for Christ meeting?"
"No." Aaron said. "But it's painfully obvious."
Apparently to Aaron it was painfully obvious but he couldn't remember a single instance where Gabe was anything but all business. Dean was sure that Gabe probably was in love with Sam in some fashion because everyone was but he wasn't about to bend over the kitchen table and take it like a man. That image was a little interesting to Dean though and Sam was obviously thinking about it as well which was just nasty and maybe totally appropriate.
"You knew Gabe was psychic?" Sam asked. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I know plenty, Sam. It's none of my business. I wouldn't tell other people about you or the children. I didn't really see why it mattered."
"Why is that?" Dean asked. "He's a psychic, it's not like there's a lot of them."
"Well, yes." Aaron smiled. "The human is, but he's got all that angel power which must eclipse any of his ves…"
"Ahem!" Jeremy said quite loudly. "Sorry."
"Eclipse any of the powers the body he's in may have."
"What were you going on say?"
"It doesn't matter." Sam said. "We get what you mean, the body he's in...his host, if you will."
Dean narrowed his eyes and tried to figure out what was going on and why everyone looked so strange. Aaron had almost said something else and Jeremy stopping him was clearly for Sam's benefit. Sam looked incredibly nervous which meant, as it always did, that freaky dream world was edging in on real life again. Sam got weird about that stuff sometimes and Dean knew not to ask because if he needed to know someone would have told him.
"How did you find out?"
"Another angel came down earlier because he's in a meeting with God."
"Wha…what?"
"Yeah, he's in a meeting with God. Sorta neat. I hope he's not in any trouble, I guess it could go either way."
"You okay?" Jeremy asked. "They probably talk to God pretty often."
"I suppose they do." Aaron smiled. "That's very interesting."
"You'd really like that, wouldn't you?" Dean asked. "To have a face to face with the big guy."
"I think I would." Aaron nodded. "And it actually reminds me of an idea I had to find out about this Joe person."
"It can wait." Sam said. "Let's go check on the kids, they want to see you."
"Re…really?"
"Mmhmm."
Aaron seemed a little surprised by Sam not wanting to do anything about Joe or even talk about it but Dean wasn't at all. It was Monday and Thanksgiving was on Thursday. Sam was going to have his perfect family holiday no matter what it took and Joe wasn't going to get in the way of that. Dean got that Sam wanted it to be nice for everyone but he had a sneaking suspicion that there was something else behind the holiday frenzy.
When they got outside Dean expected the kids to all run over because they had been missing Aaron and normally they probably would have but that was before Ollie put the whammy on everyone. The kids and everyone else was gathered around watching a truly one of a kind performance. The singing stuff had gone from cute and fun to awkward with Aaron and then downright terrifying with Jared who could neither sing nor dance even if he was trying really hard to do both.
"Kill me." Sam sighed. "Or at least shove pencils in my ears and burn out my daddy colored eyes."
"What is he doing?"
"He's murdering one of the best songs ever written." Mikey frowned. "A classic, if you will."
"I know there ain't nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it and believe me ya'll he's worth it!"
"He so is." Michael whispered. "Trust me, I know."
"So here's to the future cuz we got through the past!" Jared sang. "I finally found somebody who could make me laugh!"
"Aw." Jensen blushed. "Jar-jar!"
"You so crazy! I think I wanna have yo baby!"
"Aw! You are so romantic when you wanna be!"
When Jared ran over to get his smoochies Dean had to hold him back. All the kids were standing right there and Jared was so rarely able to behave appropriately or kiss his number one girl without playing with his butt. Whenever they kissed it was like Jared was trying to eat Jensen's face which was sort of hot but it always made Dean hungry for delicious sandwiches.
"Well, look who it is!" Ollie said once he noticed Aaron. "A guess a have time to see The Beans aftah a spend so much time makin' out wit a Jesus!"
"Ah." Aaron said after looking at his watch. "I've made it five minutes before hearing my first bit of blasphemy. A new record. Hey guys!"
"I bet Jesus is a top."
"Ethan!" Sam whispered. "I don't think that…"
"Clearly he is." Mikey added. "I heard that Aaron is what's refer to an as uberbottom, even worse than grandpa."
"Someone's more of a bottom than me?" John smiled. "Awesome!"
"Aaron we spent all day cooking dinner for you." Evan said. "And tomorrow you're going to give Spotty his bath and wash daddy's car."
"Will you assist me?"
"I guess I'll have to."
"Then I'll be more than happy to."
"Come and do a play!"
"He will in a second." Jeremy said before squatting down. "We need to put his bag up and I need to talk to him about important big boy stuff."
"A lies."
"What?"
"Ya lies." Ollie said. "A do a butt, The Beans can tell!"
"How?" Dean asked. "How do you know that?"
"Daddy." Ollie sighed. "A know a thing or two about a bad boy brothas."
"Me!" Jeremy yelled. "I'm the good one!"
"Pft." Charlie scoffed. "Devil."
"Hey!"
"I done told you once you son of a gun!" Charlie sang. "I'm the best that's ever been!"
Jared had nearly ruined the sing-along fun with his disturbing version of a love song, but Charlie made Dean forget all about it. He was hopping back and forth playing an imaginary fiddle and Jeremy was turning redder and redder. The rest of the kids didn't get it, but Dean did and he laughed so hard he thought he might pee a little. Sam was even giggling some but he still wasn't singing. Dean just wanted one little line, he didn't have to perform an epic ballad but Sam just wouldn't give into the good time fun.
"You are awesome." Dean whispered. "You're like…you're just awesome."
"Right?" Charlie grinned. "It's true."
"About as awesome as a two by four upside the head…"
"What was that, Jeremy?" Justin asked. "What'd you say about my boy?"
"I said that was a touching duet of Cat's In The Cradle you two did earlier."
"How appropriate was that?" Charlie asked. "Again with the awesome."
"Agreed." Dean smiled. "Sammy, I'm going to help Aaron with his bag and see if Jason needs help with the relocation."
"Alright, Evan and I are going to resume cooking, right, baby?"
"You know it!"
Since it had been a week Aaron and Jeremy needed some privacy. Jason had been staying with Jeremy but he was moving on out to a guest house of his own. Michael wasn't on board with that and didn't want him alone at all. He had actually convinced Jared and Jensen to let him stay in their house but Jason was ready to do something on his own. He didn't want to be watched over twenty-four seven and Dean was thinking he'd probably enjoy the privacy a little. It if was too hard on him all he had to do was tell someone and they'd figure something else out.
Dean wanted to help Jason move his stuff if he needed it but he was more interested in hearing Aaron's solution to the Joe problem. Jason wasn't even in the house when they got there and his bedroom was all neatly picked up. He had already moved out on his own and Dean figured he was probably getting set up in another house with a little help from Michael and Alex. That worked out well because it meant Dean could talk to Aaron and not worry about anyone overhearing him.
"Get out of here you weirdo." Jeremy said. "We're gonna do it."
"Is that what you want?" Aaron asked. "You don't want to talk for a while and be non-sexually tender?"
"Gross, I already have two brothers that don't put out. I wanna eat that open and then do a tappy tap."
"Lovely." Aaron smiled. "You're very romantic."
"You're one to talk, Fiddy. What's your Joe plan?"
"Oh! Yes, we know someone who could find where he went."
"We do?" Jeremy asked. "Who are…oh, no…no, no, no."
"Ugh." Dean groaned. "Is this some kind of devil thing?"
"In every sense of the word." Jeremy said as he shook his head. "Not an option."
"I think that's for them to decide."
"I so don't want to have sex anymore."
Dean was intrigued and a little worried as well. Aaron really was the good one and he never suggested anything that could even be considered remotely bad. If Jeremy, who was a total badass, wasn't in board that had to mean that Aaron was about to say something truly horrific. Sam probably knew that on some level which explained why he was so quick to change the subject in the kitchen.
"When we were children we had a…nanny."
"Oh, don't make it sound like we had a James." Jeremy said before collapsing on the bed. "And she wasn't our nanny."
"There's a demon nanny?" Dean asked. "Seriously?"
"No, that's not her job, she was an…associate of our mother. When she went on business someone had to keep an eye on us because we were…rambunctious."
"The demons?"
"Yes." Aaron nodded. "Anyway, we can go to her and ask for help."
"Awesome, if you think you can handle that."
"We'd need Sam's help. She's sort of somewhere else."
"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked. "You need a plane ticket?"
"The angels that are watching you." Jeremy said. "You can't see them because they're not really here. They're on a different plane. When Gabe disappears he just steps back to where he came from."
"And this demon nanny is with them?"
"No." Aaron laughed. "The angels are, let's say, north of here…she's a bit further…south. Does that make sense?"
"Not a lick." Dean said. "She's not a demon, is she?"
"No, she's a Crone."
"A witch?"
"Ha!" Jeremy laughed. "That's like calling Darth Vader a storm trooper. Little problem big brother. We'd need Sam to get there and as soon as she sees him she's going to try to kill him."
"What!" Dean yelled. "Why?"
"He sort of stabbed our mom in the skull."
"That doesn't matter." Aaron smiled. "She'll help us or else."
"Or else what?"
"Sam will kill her."
"Look at you all dressed up in my clothes." Jeremy said. "They look terrible on you."
"I'm not saying it's the most noble thing to do, but she can help and I feel like it's better to take care of this before it gets worse."
Dean really liked to think of Aaron in a certain way and hearing him say Sam could just gank a bitch left him feeling very nervous and a little scared. He was scared that Aaron had suggested something Jeremy didn't approve of but even more scared of Sam not having a problem with it. Everything about Joe and the angels was really way too scary for Dean but Aaron had a point and things were most likely going to get worse before they got better. Dean felt a little better that they had some sort of workable plan but it was still going to have to wait until after Thanksgiving.
"I'll uh…" Dean said before clearing his throat. "Let you guys unpack."
"I'm not much in the mood for unpacking anymore."
"Then maybe you two can talk."
"I think that's a good idea." Aaron said. "I missed you, Dean."
"I missed you too." Dean smiled. "Oh! Did Bobby say whether or not he was going to get off of work for Thanksgiving?"
"I'm not sure. He left on Thursday."
"Oh, we thought he was still at the house."
"No." Aaron said. "When I got back from work he was gone and had left a note in the barn for me. I assumed he told you he was leaving."
"Maybe Dave wanted him in the city. I'll call him later."
"Okay."
"You two talk!" Dean said. "Don't get all pissy and ignore each other. You gotta talk."
"We will Dean." Jeremy said. "Dinner's at six?"
"Always."
Dean got a hug from Aaron and then very quickly exited the guest house. When normal couples disagreed about something it was always a little awkward to be around them, but when Jeremy and Aaron got into it, it was like being struck by two lightening bolts simultaneously. They didn't just argue with their words, it was like a battle of the wills which just so happened to be perfectly matched. Dean had to get out of there and back to the good times outside in the backyard. He didn't mention anything to Sam about Aaron's plan, but that was only because it could wait.
John declared dinner Sam's best spaghetti and meat sauce yet which made Evan reach across the table and smack him. It saved Sam the trouble of doing it himself and he made a little mental note to give Evan double ice cream with dessert for taking care of business. John didn't get what the problem was and once again Evan handled it by making sure he knew they most certainly weren't eating spaghetti and meat sauce. That was easy and involved some ground meat and maybe a jar of sauce. Bolognaise with tagliatelle was something else entirely. It involved long slow cooking and the perfect blend of ingredients which apparently Sam had done correctly since Aaron was moaning and eating even louder than Dean.
All in all fixing the meal wasn't that big of a hassle and Sam loved spending the day with Evan in the kitchen. They weren't likely to make it everyday or even once a month but the next time Aaron asked Sam was just going to do it which Evan also agreed with since he got most of the compliments on the meal. Everyone thought that he made the best dinner ever and while Evan would never take full credit he did enjoy all the attention while making sure they all knew that Sam had helped some.
The topic at the table after everyone had talked about the food was their newest guest who had arrived just before dinner. Tony had rented a car since they were in short supply and he found the house just fine and then spent about ten minutes hyperventilating. He was a really nice guy and great for Jenny and Becca but Sam always had an overwhelming urge to slap the shit out of him. He was so nervous all the time and it was so bad that it made any interaction with him incredibly awkward. Jenny had warned them that it was going to be bad for the first night there but she promised he'd chill out some once he became more comfortable.
The main reason he was so uncomfortable was because of Dean who was without a doubt one of the nicest guys Tony had ever met. He was always very nice to him and he went out of his way to welcome Tony into the house and even the family. Dean could have gotten down on his knees and sucked his cock and Tony still probably would have thought he was seconds away from getting his ass kicked. He was actually scared of Dean which Sam thought was maybe a little cute since his handsome hubby was about as threatening as a fuzzy gray mouse, at least when it came to Tony.
Out of everyone Mikey seemed the most interested which Sam knew was because he didn't really get him. He had admitted to it several times and even sought advice from Sam, but there really wasn't much to get. Mikey understood Tony's role in Jenny life but he was a completely ordinary guy. There weren't a lot of those around and for some reason it confused Mikey but Sam knew where he was coming from. Jenny and Tony weren't married yet and a certain someone had told Mikey over and over again that marriage was the very best thing a person could do. The overwhelming nervousness was confusing Mikey too but Sam never attempted to explain that.
"Age ain't nothin' but a number." Michael sang. "Throwin' down ain't nothin' but a thang."
"Wow." Alex whispered. "I so need a cigarette."
"Wha!"
"Baby." Dean said. "Michael is singing a song about how it's okay to be in a cross generational relationship."
"Like you and gwampa?"
"Exactly."
"I'm sorry." Michael whispered. "I can't seem to control myself. I just really want to sing."
"I need more wine." Sam sighed. "Anyone else? Tony?"
"No, thank you."
"When a gonna sing, daddy!"
"I sang three times!" Sam laughed. "I sang enough I think."
"You were faking it."
"What?"
"You were faking it, daddy." Mikey said. "You need to just let loose and….I used to rule the world! Seas would rise when I gave the word!"
"Work it, make it, do it, makes us…"
"Dad! There will be none of that in my house or I will strike you down."
"You hate Kanye West, don't you?" Tony asked. "Like you really hate him. I read something about that on your wikipedia page."
"Shut up." Jenny whispered. "Aaron, I see you don't have on your priest costume. What a sensible choice."
"Well, no, I…"
"Why do you hate him?"
"Dude!" Jenny said. "I just told you to shut up."
"I never forgave him." Sam said wistfully. "For what he did to Taylor Swift."
"Here we go." Dean sighed. "Good job, Tony."
Normally Sam didn't preach at the dinner table but Tony had asked and it was important he know all the facts. It actually seemed to work out pretty well because he calmed down and was talking at a normal rate while Sam outlined all of the atrocities Kanye had committed directly against him and Taylor Swift. Dean rolled his eyes a couple of times but that was just fine because he was going to get smacked on the ass when they went to bed anyway.
Mikey was actually right and Sam had faked it earlier because he just didn't feel the urge to sing. Dean described it like having to tinkle and if he didn't sing he might make a sissy in his pants. Sam didn't feel that at all and even though Ollie glared and then hugged extra hard he just wasn't getting it. Initially Sam had been worried and annoyed by all the signing, but then Ollie really wanted him to and he couldn't. He had sung but it wasn't like everyone else. They were just bursting into glorious song and Sam couldn't get it up. It was probably just performance anxiety which wasn't helped any by the fact that Dean, Jensen, Michael, and Jeremy could sing like Whitney brought to life. No one was expecting Sam to give a earth shattering performance but that was sort of his whole deal and he didn't want to let anyone down.
There were plenty of people to let down too. Sam was feeding Milo who needed a little break after a few spoonfuls. When he refused his spoon and had a sip out of his little plastic cup, Sam went around the table and did a headcount. Everyone had officially arrived which meant that the grand total for his small intimate Thanksgiving came in at eighteen adults, five kids, and three babies. Realizing how many people it was made Sam feel even less like singing because sixteen adults wasn't intimate at all. They were all sprawled out down the long dining room table and Sam fought an incredible urge to tell them to get the hell out of his house.
He felt bad about it but cooking gigantic meals for the rest of the week and then a super gigantic meal on Thursday was going to be exhausting. He wasn't looking forward to that at all and unfortunately there was only so much Evan could help with. John was okay in the kitchen but he was pretty slow and clumsy and with so many kids around Dean mostly stayed outside keeping all of them in line. Michael might help some but he was on vacation from school and Sam wanted him to relax. Jason would totally lend a hand if Sam asked but he was spending a lot of time helping out Todd who loved having his own personal assistant.
"I'm sorry." Dean whispered. "Sammy, I'm…I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I heard that. I just wanted to have a good time with all my friends and I forgot that you'd be cooking for twenty plus people three times a day."
"Dean, it's okay."
"No, it's not. I shouldn't have…"
"Hey, it's okay. It's just one week and I'm sure everyone will pitch it to help."
"I can tell Jared and Jensen to go. You know they won't mind and maybe…um…hmm."
"No, we're not telling anyone to go. It's okay, we'll order out one night, pizza maybe."
Dean was scanning the massive crowd too but it wasn't going to do any good. They couldn't ask Jenny to leave because Becca was there for Mary. Justin couldn't leave because Craig was there for the twins and Mikey wouldn't want Charlie to go. Jared and Jensen were the two who could have gone but that wasn't fair to them and cooking for eighteen wasn't much different than cooking for sixteen. Sam was just venting to himself inside his head while forgetting that most of the time his thoughts weren't exactly private.
When dinner was over several people offered to do the dishes but Aaron had called dibs on that soon after he arrived. It was his special meal and he wanted to do the cleaning which was just fine with Sam. Dean usually helped too, but he cleared out of the kitchen a little too quickly after snapping his fingers at Jeremy who had been very quiet during the entire meal. Jensen tried to stay in the kitchen too, but Sam sent him outside with everyone else because he wanted to spend some time alone with Aaron. John was apparently thinking the same thing but Sam threw glances his way until he cleared out. Sam had no problem with John being there but sometimes talk between brothers got a little sexy and it was probably better he not be there since the topic at hand was going to be doing a naughty.
"Well." Sam said. "How was it?"
"The flight? It was lovely."
"The sex. He's been obsessed about you coming in since we got here."
"Oh, we didn't do that yet."
"Why?" Sam laughed. "God, if I was away from Dean for a week that's the first thing I'd want to do. I'd tear it up."
"He didn't want to."
"Say what?"
"Jeremy didn't want to." Aaron said as he cleared off the table. "He wasn't in the mood because I upset him. I can't really talk about it with you, Sam, it's an idea I had about Joe."
"Oh…you can tell me, I'm just not going to do anything until after Thanksgiving."
"We know someone who might be able to help. She'll most likely try to kill you, but you're stronger and if she doesn't help you could just kill her."
"Um…I don't really kill people as often as we all pretend I do."
"She's not a person, Sam. She's someone we can use to help us."
"Awesome." Sam nodded. "Hey, um, you don't by any chance know what happened to my brother, do you?"
"Sam."
"What the fuck, Aaron? We're using and killing people now? That's not you."
Aaron looked so ashamed of himself and he just wouldn't make eye contact with Sam. He kept his head down and resumed washing the dishes like he hadn't just said something really horrible. Sam didn't care if they were talking about killing someone or something. If it meant keeping himself and his family safe Sam was totally on board but he couldn't handle Aaron treating life and death so casually. Jeremy didn't even do that any more and Sam wasn't going to let Aaron do it either.
"Do you know something?"
"No."
"Aaron."
"No, Sam." Aaron said. "I don't know anything more than you do, but…"
"Oh." Sam whispered. "I get it."
"Get what?"
"We might have a problem with this guy, a big problem that you want to take care of so Jeremy doesn't have to, so he won't be expected to."
"You're stronger than he is. We need to handle this without involving him. He's doing really well, Sam, and I won't let him slip."
"I understand that."
"Now he's angry with me for suggesting we seek help and all I want to do is protect him and you, Dean, and the kids."
"I guess the two of us together could kick a little ass." Sam smiled. "You ready to do that?"
"I'm ready to do anything if it means I can still fall asleep holding him."
"What…what would happen if he…slipped."
"I don't know, I don't want to know. I assume he'd either turn or whatever's inside of us would take form outside his body."
"Like a demon?"
Aaron nodded and looked away again so Sam completely dropped the conversation. Normally Aaron was pretty good at staying composed but he was struggling. If something did happen to Jeremy, Aaron wasn't only going to lose his brother, he was going to lose the man he was in love with. They were never going to have the really conventional relationship Sam had with Dean, but that wouldn't matter if Jeremy lost it or himself.
Thinking about it made Sam appreciate Aaron much more and if it was possible he appreciated Dean more as well. Jeremy was a bigger concern for everyone, but there were times when Sam's own future was uncertain. He was a little concerned about himself and though Dean never said anything Sam knew he was worried for a while when they first got together. All that had changed though because Sam had really been through the wringer and he was still the same man he had always been which was probably entirely due to Dean. He was his tether much like Aaron was Jeremy's.
When Dean came back into the kitchen he had Jeremy with him and they had obviously had a heart to heart as well. Aaron made a pretty big dent in the dishes and that was good enough. Dean sent him out of the house with Jeremy so they could actually talk and then maybe do the hanky panky which was going to make both of them feel so much better. It always made Sam feel better but just standing next to Dean and washing dishes felt pretty damn good as well.
"They can find out about this Joe guy and you need to help them."
"I will. Aaron told me."
"Jeremy says this woman is bad news, so we go in with the Colt. You can be backup."
"Worried about me mojoing?"
"Not really." Dean sighed. "I just haven't killed anything in a really long time."
"You're adorable."
"Apparently not too adorable." Dean said. "If that was the case someone would sing me beautiful love songs."
"I did!"
"Singing "Baby Got Back" while you're changing Milo isn't a love song."
"He's got ass for weeks!"
"Wonder how that happened."
Dean smacked Sam on the ass with a damp towel and then went right back to drying off the dishes. Milo was getting a very bubbly little butt and that was all Sam's fault, but it was Dean's too since he had a very nice piece of something in his jeans. It didn't really matter who had fathered Milo because things like Winchester butts didn't play by any rules. John was probably the one they should have thanked for Milo's cute little pumpkin butt, but Sam was tired of him getting so much credit.
With so many people staying with them Sam really had come to enjoy his quiet time with Dean. It was so nice when it was just the two of them together and while doing the dishes never got Sam hot and bothered it was a hell of a lot of fun doing them with Dean. He was always so incredibly careful because he knew how much the dishes meant to Sam and there was no way he'd risk breaking or even chipping one by being careless.
Dean was so fucking considerate in every aspect of their relationship and after a very long day Sam felt something rising up inside of him. He didn't feel like he had to excuse himself to make a little piddle, but he did feel like he might explode if he didn't sing just one little love song to the man who made him believe all the shit people wrote in love songs.
"Maybe we can roast marsh…"
"You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere. Maybe we can make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere. Anyplace is better, starting at zero got nothing to lose. Maybe we'll make something, me myself I got nothing to prove."
"Sammy."
"I know things will get better. I'll find work and you'll get promoted. We'll move out of the shelter, buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs." Sam sang. "So remember when we were driving, driving in your car, speed so fast felt like I was drunk."
"City lights." Dean smiled. "Lay out before us."
"And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder."
"I had a feeling that I belonged and I had a feeling that I could…be someone."
"That was good, Dean."
"Somebody's gotta take care of him." Dean whispered. "So I quit school and that's what I did."
"Dean…"
Dean blinked some tears out of his eyes and tried to put on his brave face while he turned away. Sam wasn't going to let that happened because he was the most handsome man in the world even when he was upset. They both had a bit of a trip down memory lane and it felt good but it stung a little too. Sam just wanted to focus on the good bits from the song but good songs always had a bit of the bad as well. Ollie was going to be happy that Sam finally sang, but he would raise hell if he knew it made daddy cry.
"Hey."
"I tried so hard to get us out of that shelter, Sammy."
"Dean, we never lived in a shelter. We had a very nice house. You had a fast car and a job that paid all our bills."
"I think you two deserved better."
"We had a place for our son to sleep and a roof over our heads. You made the money, I cooked dinner and on the weekends we went to the park. How could it get any better than that?"
"I'm sorry, Sammy, I'm just worried about Aaron and Jeremy."
"What'd you two talk about?"
"Just this shit with Joe. Jeremy's all ready to lay down and die to protect Aaron who I assume is ready to do the same for him."
"Pretty much."
"That's not healthy."
"Really?" Sam asked. "Sound like young love to me, and yeah, maybe it's a little more serious for people like us, but they're not so different from you and me, how we were."
"You're right."
"So maybe one day in nine years." Sam smiled. "They'll have a perfect relationship like we have and they'll be worrying about our other brothers."
"Other?"
"Dean, come on. You know dad probably had like six more bastard kids. He's a whore."
"He totally is." Dean whispered. "He sang that Cazwell song to me earlier, All Over Your Face."
"How does he even know that song!"
"Don't attempt to understand how Ollie's mojo works. I think we had a fun day."
"Mmhmm."
"Come on, Sammy! You know you had fun."
"I did enjoy Jensen singing Jennifer Lopez."
"What!" Dean yelled. "When did that happen and why didn't you spank me off during?"
"There's still time." Sam laughed. "You know what? These dishes can wait."
"Wow…you feeling okay?"
"I feel like hanging out with the kids…maybe doing a little dancing."
"You better do some private dancing later, Sammy."
"I just might."
Before they went outside Sam thought it best to make out som since Dean's eyes were still a little bloodshot. For the record that was the only reason they were doing it and certainly not because it had always and would always be one of the most incredible experiences of Sam's life. Dean was a fantastic kisser and Sam had yet to get enough.
When they got outside no one was singing or dancing but they were all just hanging out and having a good time. Everyone was in agreement that the singing and dancing had really made for a fantastic day and Sam decided to agree as well before joining Ollie for an old fashion father son duet of My Humps. That made Ollie very happy and he decided to cut back on the mojo before reminding everyone that they just might sing again one day. |
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