Fraternal

Lucas and Nathan returned just Sam was about to inform Dean that his beloved car was gone as well. He watched as the Scott brothers parked the car and prayed for their sakes there wasn’t a scratch on it. Lucas was taking things out of the back of the car while Nathan eased out of the passenger side. It was clear from where he stood that Nathan was still in pain both physically and emotionally. When he heard Dean coming up behind him towards the window, Sam whirled around and kissed him. Dean naturally gave in to the kiss allowing himself to be pushed back to the bed.



“There back,” Sam whispered, breaking the kiss.



“Tease,” Dean chided.



The door opened and the first thing Sam and Dean noticed was the smell of greasy burgers and fries.



“We bought dinner,” Lucas smiled, placing the bags on the table before turning to help Nathan.



“What’s all the other stuff?” Dean asked, already pulling up to the table and digging in.



“Nathan bought me a suit for...you know.”



Dean held his hamburger in mid air. “You just went out spending money without asking.”



“I sold my car,” Nathan interrupted.



Dean’s mouth fell open and Sam held back his urge to laugh. It was always fun to see Dean shut down.



“If you sold your car, how did you get back here with all this stuff?”



Sam’s eyes widened with terror. “That must have been an awfully long walk,” he said nodding his head and glaring at the brothers.



“Oh...um yeah, especially with Nate injured and all.”



“Nice try guys. I heard my baby’s engine the minute you two clowns pulled up. And Sammy,” Dean added, “you owe me for starting something you couldn’t finish.”



Sam would be more than glad to deliver just as long as Dean was happy. The four sat down to dinner. After they ate, Nathan insisted they split the money from the sale of his car four ways. Dean was surprised when Sam eagerly agreed. He was afraid Sam would take the moral high ground and refuse. By dusk the were packed and in the car. They were delayed only by Dean’s fifteen minute inspection of every inch of his second love before being fully satisfied his car had been returned unharmed.



Nathan sat upfront with Dean to give directions. Sam and Lucas rode in the back. By late evening they arrived at Nathan’s home. They followed Nathan in, bags in tow and stood by as well wishers offered Nathan their condolences. A striking blond woman appeared and ran into the brunettes arms. Nathan winced as she hugged him tight.



“Mom, these are my friends from school, Lucas, Dean and Sam.”



“We’re sorry for you loss Mrs. Scott.”



Dean noticed the uncomfortable look in her eye as Sam expressed his condolences. Dean knew people well. He suspected the Scott marriage was an unhappy one. It wouldn’t be surprising considering the way Dan Scott had treated his sons.



“Nathan, why don’t you show your friends to the guest house. You boys can have some privacy there. Get settled and come back and have something to eat.”



“Thanks mom.”



Nathan led them around to the side of the house and out through a courtyard. A few yards away was a smaller building. Nathan opened the door to a spacious hall area. A carpeted staircase faced them as they entered. To the left was a room with overstuffed sofas and armchairs covered in expensive looking floral fabrics. Heavy oak tables served as end tables. To the right was a huge kicthen with an enourmous wood table and benches. Two openings on either side of the wall where the stove sat led to a smaller room with sliding glass doors that overlooked the well manicured lawn. The chairs and furnishings in that room were more casual and Sam supposed this is where guests mostly hung out.



Nathan led them upstairs to the bedrooms. At the top of the stairs to the left was a bathroom with antique looking fixtures. There were three bedrooms, one opposite the bath at the top of the stairs and two to the front of the house on the left and the other on the right. The first room was small and decorated more for a girl. There was a door that led from the smaller room to the bigger one on the right. Both had huge beds covered with pillows and comforters with floral designs as well. Each had walk in closets and dressers.



“Take your pick,” Nathan smiled.



“Sammy gets the girls room.”



“Ha ha,” Sammy mocked.



“No one will come here except to clean so you guys can stay in the same room.”



Dean dragged Sam to the one attached to the child’s room. Sam knew his brother had some kinky idea of making love on that tiny bed.



“I guess this is us.” Nathan took his brother’s hand and walked into the room opposite Sam and Dean’s.



“Nate, if you’d rather stay in the house with your mom, I’ll understand.”



“No Lucas. I need you now more than ever. I want to be with you tonight.”



Lucas held his younger brother in his arms. The moment was marred by Sam and Dean racing each other down the hall to the shower. The Scott brothers laughed at their new friends antics. Both were glad they came.



The funeral rivaled most dignitaries. Dean and Sam learned that Dan Scott was considering a mayoral candidacy. Plus he had been a high school hero on the basketball court. Old friends and enemies alike attended. After they returned to the house where people mulled around eating and offering sympathy to Dan’s family. Nathan stood by his mother, leaving Sam, Dean and Lucas to fend for themselves. They wandered out to the garden despite the cool fall air with plates in hand. By Lucas’s count, Dean had helped himself to three plates of food and though Sam kept scolding him, he was pretty sure Sam actually had four servings.



When the crowd thinned out, Nathan came out to find Lucas, Sam and Dean. He sat on one of the wrought iron benches with them.



“Have you eaten?” Nathan asked.



Lucas eyed both brothers daring them to lie.



“A little,” Dean said. “How you holding up?”



“I’m good. The reading of the will is two days from now so I’ll have to stick around.” It was Nathan’s way of letting Sam and Dean know they could take off anytime they wanted.



“We’ve got a few days to kill,” Dean smiled.



Sam balanced his empty plate on his knee and reached for Dean’s hand.



“Are you going to tell your mom what happened?”



“The werewolf thing, definitely not. What he did to me, I’m not sure. I mean, what good could come out of it now.”



“We’re here for you if you change your mind,” Dean offered. He meant it sincerely. That being caring scored him brownie points with Sam was just icing on the cake.



“Thanks guys. I appreciate it.”



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“The dude is rich,” Dean told Sam, “Why would he want to come hunting with us?”



“Look at him Dean. None of this matters to him. All he cares about is his brother. He knows there is real evil out there. Just ask, Dean. That’s all I’m saying.



Two days had come and gone. The will had been read and Dan Scott had left everything, two houses, his dealership, everything to his son. Dean couldn’t comprehend how Sam could even think Nathan would be interested in staying in seedy motels chasing demons but Sam seemed to yearn for the company and Dean was willing to do anything for Sam.



By the end of the week, Nathan had taken them to the other house he’d inherited; the beach house. It was just as amazing as the main house they’d stayed in all week. Lucas had gone to visit his mom and Nathan was tying up some loose ends.



“Sammy, I know you want this, but I just want you to be realistic. I know I’m not always the best company for you but I love you and you might have to face facts that I’m all you’ve got.”



Sam was in his brother’s arms in an instant. “Dean, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that sometimes we’re running on fumes, especially you. We could use the help. Besides, even if they don’t come, maybe Nathan could back us financially.”



“You mean give us more than the couple of thousand he gave us from the sale of his car?”



Sam nodded. “I thought maybe...nevermind, it’s stupid.”



“Maybe what?”



“Maybe we could spend a night in one of those expensive hotels or something.”



“I’ve always wanted to try the honeymoon suite,” Dean teased before pressing his lips to his brother’s.



“Hey you two knock it off,” Nathan said, standing in the doorway.



“We were just...”



Nathan held his hand up. “No need to explain,” he smiled. “Is Lucas back yet?”



Both Winchesters shook their head’s no. Nathan looked worried.



“Something wrong?” Sam asked, finally releasing himself from his brother’s embrace.



“His mom knows about us and she wasn’t too pleased. I went to see my dad’s lawyers to liquidate pretty much all his assets, the car dealership, several properties, suff I have no use of. The only thing I decided to keep was the house my mom lives in, and this beach house."



"Man, you must be more loaded than before."



"Dean." Sam gave him a 'shut the fuck up' look.



"It's alright. I did it so I could go anywhere I want with Lucas and be even more financially secure. It would just be best to have nothing really tying me down in Tree Hill."



"Yeah, about that. Sam and I were talking and were wondering if you and Lucas would like to come with us?"



Nathan gave them a confused look.



"What Dean means to say is that we face supernatural stuff all the time. Just the two of us alone. It would be nice to have more company with us on our hunts. We would train you and Lucas to help us if you want."