The New Kid In Town

Title : The New Kid In Town

Author : Joxie

Pairing : Sam/Dean

Rating : R

Summary : A peek into the world of Sam, Dean and Robbie. A collection of short stories and drabbles set in the Naturally Supernatural universe.

Disclaimer : I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

 

War And ……

“Things are on the move Castiel can’t you feel it?” Anna looked expectantly at him.

He simply looked blankly at her eager features and turned as if to leave. She grabbed his arm and held on tightly, Castiel pursed his lips and stood still within her grip.

“You didn’t really think they’d give up did you?” Anna’s tone was exasperated.

“I prayed and hoped” Castiel pulled his arm free.

“Pray by all means” Anna’s eyes flashed “but be ready for war.”



“There is no war…” Castiel returned.

“Your hope is showing” Anna taunted softly.

“Except for the one long put in place by our Father” Castiel finished his interrupted sentence.

“Heaven and hell Castiel all by his hand and grace do you ever wonder why?” Anna asked.

“Never his will is enough” Castiel changed the direction of the conversation with “you gave Robert John a feather.”

“I’m a little surprised you haven’t given him one of yours” curiosity was clear in Anna’s voice.

“He doesn’t need one from me” Castiel’s tone was bland and them he was gone leaving Anna alone on the desolate road.

Then play ground was empty but for the girl from the diner she sat on a swing looking pretty and enticing. Robbie felt his heart beat a little faster at the sight of her.

“Hi” he called immediately feeling stupid.

“You were in the diner” she blinked at him “with your Dad.”



“Mm yeah” Robbie smiled “want a push.”

“Please” she smiled back.

Hands sweating a little he took hold of the swing and pulled it back releasing it only to catch it again. The girl’s hair streamed behind her and she laughed. Robbie stepped back and watched as she worked her legs to keep up the momentum.

Long seconds went by and the swing came to halt. She stood up and came towards him a glint in her eyes “That’s an unusual bangle for a boy” she smiled sweetly.

“It was a gift” Robbie looked at the bangle feeling a little self conscious.

“Its awfully pretty” she was still smiling “can I try it on?”

“I don’t take it off” Robbie mumbled remembering the one time he did, though the moon had been worth it.

“Not even in the shower?” She teased.

“Not even then” Robbie blushed.

“I never take this off” she held her hand out showing a ring that looked like it was made of jet and had a dull black sheen to it.

“It’s a mourning ring” She told him brightly.

“Morning?” Robbie echoed.

“No mourning silly people back in the day made jewellery and keepsakes out of dead peoples hair” there was humour in her voice.

“That’s super gross” Robbie pulled a face.

“But useful” the temperature dropped and her smile turned cold “they tie the soul to the earthly plane makes the controllable if you know how.”

“What are you?” Robbie demanded.

“You can either take the bangle off or…” Her smile developed teeth.

Robbie reached for his salt spray as a hulking man materialised in front of him. He was sent flying backwards the spray spinning from his grasp.

“Get it off him” she ordered the spirit.

Robbie scrambled to his feet looking around in panic. A gust of wind slammed into him and he was down again pinned to the ground.

It was a struggle but he managed to start chanting “Oramus le, deus omnipotens” the wind whipping his words away from him.

“The bangle” she screamed frantically as the Latin sent shafts of pain through her.

“Vivit et regnat in unitate spiritus” tears ran down Robbie’s cheeks and into his mouth.

Wind, rain and bone deep cold swirled around him. Yet Robbie could still hear her screams clear as a bell.

The silence when it came was sudden and violent. Black smoke poured from her mouth and her body collapsed. No longer held fast Robbie scrambled over to her feeling for a pulse relief flooding him when he found it. His second action was to remove the ring from her finger and shoved it into his pocket. He then sat back on his heels shaking and trying to gather the energy to move.

Robbie realised his phone was ringing and on autopilot he flicked it open and answered it.

“Robbie where the hell are you?” Sam demanded angrily.

“Dad” that one word was hard enough to get out.

“Take a breath and tell me” Sam made himself sound calm.

“She was possessed, she tried to” Robbie pulled in another breath “she waited Grandpa’s bangle.”



Sam rather thought whoever she was didn’t so much want the bangle than want it off Robbie’s person. But he didn’t tell his son that and continued to listen.

“She…. It was controlling a ghost” Robbie came to a halt.

“Do you know how?” Sam prodded.

“With a ring made from the man’s hair” Robbie stopped.

“Where are you?” Sam asked.

“The old playground off Main Street” Robbie supplied quickly.

“We’re on our way” Sam told him.

Once they got the girl back to her parents the three of them returned to the apartment they had on short term lease.

“What happened to research at the library?” Sam demanded harshly.

“I was on my way there” a stubborn look was on Robbie’s face.

“Really?” Disbelief was clear on Sam’s face.

“Really” it didn’t look like Robbie was about to back down.

“Cut the crap Robert John and moderate that tone” Sam snapped.

“Robbie” there was warning in Dean’s tone.

“I was just taking a bit of a walk first” Robbie said quietly.

“A walk! When you’re told to meet me at the library that is where you go” Sam’s temper flashed in his eyes.

“I did nothing wrong it was only a walk for God’s sake” answering temper showed in Robbie’s eyes,

Sam’s hand shot out and the sound of the slap was loud in the room.

“Robbie I…” Sam darted forward as Robbie stepped back out of reach.

“I hate you” Robbie whispered bitterly.

“No you don’t” Dean’s calm voice cut through the tension “go and have a shower it’ll help you cool down in all senses of the word.”



“I don’t regret helping her” Robbie tossed over his shoulder leaving the room and heading for the bathroom.

“I’m turning into Dad” Sam looked miserable.

“Dad did have some good points he kept us alive” Dean approached his brother.

“We could have lost him” Sam murmured.

“But we didn’t Robbie in the shower and the girl is back with her parents” Dean pulled Sam into his arms and kissed him sweet and deep.

“Hell Dean” fine tremors ran through Sam “this is our life now always worrying about Rob…”



“Stop it Sammy” Dean tightened his hold “Robbie’s a Winchester and he’ll be just fine you’ll see.”

“Dad drove me away” Sam buried his face in Dean’s neck.

“You wanted a different life Robbie wants to hunt” Dean held Sam at arms length “learning by trial and error is the only way” his lips quirked “he has us Sammy we’ll all be fine.”

Dean let go of his brother as Robbie entered the room and approached them stopping in front of Sam “I shouldn’t have been…” his words trailed off and his tone was subdued.

“No you shouldn’t have and I shouldn’t have slapped you” Sam returned quietly.

“I’m sorry” Robbie’s lip wobbled.

“So am I” Sam pulled him into a bone crushing hug as he sniffed.

Dean rolled his eyes “Great I’ve always wanted to live with a couple of chicks.”

Tears banished and tempers cooled all thoughts turned to the ring. Robbie held it out in his hand palm up and looked expectantly at his parents. Reminding Sam of Frodo urging someone, anyone to take the ring.

Dean plucked it from Robbie’s hand “It doesn’t look like much.”



“Neither do you” Sam snatched it from Dean’s hand.

“Hey!” Dean was indignant.

“Look on the bright side at least I’m not going to set you on fire” Sam happily told him.

“Oh I don’t know” the words hung in the air suggestively as Dean enjoyed Sam’s blush to the full.

Robbie rolled his eyes in a very Dean like way “We’re going to burn it?”

“Yep” Sam emptied a metal waste paper bin and threw the ring in it.

“Salt” Sam looked at Robbie who ran to the kitchen and brought back a salt shaker.

Sam shook a good amount onto the ring than pulled a book of matches from his back pocket. Striking one he dropped it into the bin and the ring went up in flames.

 

 Fucklicious

(Not a proper word I know and probably spelt very wrong.)

Sam had taken Robbie for his yearly dental check up. So Dean was taking his time washing and cleaning his baby. Tee shirt wet and clinging to his torso he wiped over the hood of the Impala straightening up he saw her looking at him as if he were naked.

“We never did get to have that angry sex” she was still looking at him in an overly familiar way.

“I thought you were in hell” Dean glared she maybe blond with crystal blue eyes now but she was still Bela probably even more so after hell.

“I’m a quick study” her eyes went black “how about it Dean do you fancy a quick one?”

“I’m not into necrophilia my standards aren’t that low” he hissed.

“Think Sammy would fancy a dip then?” She smirked.

“You keep away from my brother” Dean took a step closer taking the flask of holy water from his back pocket.

“Dean, Dean predicable as ever” her smile was wide.

“You were the girl in the playground” it was a statement not a question.

“Who else” Bela shrugged “Sammy disposed of Ruby or should that be destroyed. He went all staring eyes and don’t dis the hand,”

“No he used her knife on her” Dean gritted out.

“Is that what he told you” she was smirking again “it’s a good job your pretty you don’t have much else going for you” her words ended in a scream as the holy water hit her square in the face.

“Destiny never changes it just finds another road, another Winchester” Bela snarled then black smoke vomited from her vessels mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Dean almost choked on the words.

It was already dark when Dean returned to the apartment after dropping Robbie off at the cinema. Sam was sprawled in front of the TV with a beer Dean joined him on the sofa with his own beer.

“Spit it out” Sam said when the silence went on a couple of minutes to long.

Dean did and Sam listened without interruption asking when he had finished “Are you sure.”



“Bela’s back and she still thinks I’m fucklicious” Dean replied matter of factly.

“Demons lie” Sam snapped back “what did she want or didn’t you ask. “



Dean gave him a look “Something about destiny can’t be changed another road another Winchester.”

“Maybe Dad ploughed the fields and scattered” Sam suggested.

“Now there’s an image I could do without” Dean complained.

“Well he must have done it at least twice” Sam replied enjoying Dean’s discomfort.

“Dad sex” Dean shivered “cut it out Sammy your giving me the creeps.”



“Ah poor baby” Sam teased.

“Bitch” Dean accused.

“Jerk” Sam returned then went on more seriously “so its Robbie they’ve got in there sights?”



“Yeah they probably think he’s young and pliable” Dean pulled a face.

“Quite obviously they haven’t met him” Sam said.

“More to the point they haven’t abandoned apocalypse now and I can’t say I’m surprised” Dean frowned.

Silence descended again and Dean took a drink of his beer before saying “She told me about Ruby.”



“What about Ruby?” Sam asked innocently.

“Don’t” Dean demanded and added “were you ever going to tell me?”

“No” Sam said with total honesty.

Dean got up from the sofa “I’m going out” Sam didn’t try to stop him.

Dean walked towards the diner his hands were in his pockets and he had his head down avoiding all eye contact. Because of this he almost walked into Castiel who automatically steadied him then stepped back.

“You are conflicted” the angel stated.

Dean glared at Castiel “The apocalypse is still on the table.”



“Unfortunately but that is not all that concerns you” Castiel fell into step with Dean and they entered the diner.

Seated and with steaming cups of coffee in front of them Dean said “He lied through his teeth he destroyed Ruby with his powers not the fucking knife.”

“He saved your son” Castiel said quietly.

“Why did he lie to me” Dean demanded.

“Only you can answer that” Castiel told him.

“Whatever” Dean snapped not wanting to think about it “so the apocalypse?” his tone became questioning.

“Things play out the way they must” Castiel informed him.

“Robbie’s birth was meant to stop all this crap” Dean fumed.

“And it will have faith” Castiel urged.

Dean’s responding snort did not surprise Castiel “His birth didn’t mean the end of the fight.”



“Now you tell me” sarcasm dripped from Dean’s words.

“I thought you already knew” Castiel replied blandly.

“Never mind” Dean sighed with frustration.

“You should collect Robbie” Castiel disappeared leaving Dean with two cups of coffee and a frown on his face.

 It was raining feathers all shades and sheens of black. They covered the ground building up into a thick layer until Robbie was thigh deep in them.

“What the fuck” he demanded as they got higher and higher.

In a sudden movement his foot went out from under him and he was literally swimming in them. They got into his mouth, ears and clung where they touched. Robbie flayed and kicked tumbling out of his bed waking as he hit the floor.

He sat up muttering “This is so unfunny” he plucked a black feather from his tee shirt then another and another.

“Dream, nightmare or vision” he asked himself.

Six feathers rested on his palm “I’m going to have one hell of a necklace” he got up and dumped them on the bedside table.

As the sun was almost up he desided not to go back to bed. Instead he started his usual work out routine. When his warm up exercises were complete he left the apartment and went for a run. On his return both Sam and Dean were waiting for him along with the new feathers.

“Something to tell us” Dean asked.

“After my shower” Robbie made a dash for it.

“Not so fast” Sam stopped him “where the hell did these come from?”



“I had a whatever” Robbie shrugged “about being buried in feathers and when I woke up they were sticking to my tee shirt.”



“Whats with the feathers anyway” Dean asked “I mean there must be something to them.”



“They amplify pray to the angel they belong to and call them to the mortals side” Anna intoned quite seriously.

“An angel leash” Dean ignored the fact Anna had just appeared in the room.

“Not really being called doesn’t mean we’ll help or that we won’t smite you” Anna said with dark humour.

“You gave me a feather” Robbie reminded her.

“I want to help you” Anna focused on the boy.

“Can you find Lilith?” Robbie held his breath.

“Given time yes” Anna promised disappearing before there eyes.

“Nice work Robs” Dean didn’t know whether to laugh or cry so he settled for smirking.