skylar0grace | Family (BtVS/SPN)

Title: Family.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: History often repeats itself.
Spoilers: All of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and ‘Supernatural’.
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Notes: Response to a challenge set by

lightthesparks .

Part One: Surprise (Sam)

Sam breathed in the familiar smell of the Roadhouse as his eyes adjusted to the light and smiled. This place was as close to home as he was going to get again and he moved quickly inside and sat himself at the bar. The stools on either side of him were occupied almost immediately and he saw Ellen walk out from the kitchen with a grin on her face.

“I take it the sucker’s gone?”

Bobby laughed beside him. “Yep, you shoulda seen Sam. Took a runnin’ leap at it an’ fired point blank. It was like somthin’ outta a movie.”

Bobby slapped him on the back and he turned to see the big grin on Dean’s face. “Yeah,” he told Ellen, “Sammy was really on the ball tonight.”

Sam willed his cheeks not to blush as Ellen smiled back at the three of them and she moved quickly to the taps.

“First round’s on me then!”

She filled three glasses to the top with beer and placed them in front of the men. Bobby glanced over his shoulder before looking back at Ellen with an inquisitive glance.

“Where’s Jo?”

Ellen rolled her eyes and leaned on the bar. “Out back cleanin’ dishes. Caught her doin’ more research on another case and grounded her.”

Ellen gave both him and Dean pointed glances and this time Sam couldn’t help the red from creeping up his neck. They’d met the Harvelle’s a couple of months back when Sam had met Jo on the internet. She was doing some research for a case she was working on and Sam had helped her out. He and Dean had even driven down to help her out with it when Ellen had come storming down to pick up her only daughter and drag her back home. Dean and Sam had finished off the case and then headed to the Roadhouse to apologise.

Turns out their Dad was a regular visitor here and even though he was still AWOL, they still stopped in from time to time to find out if Ellen had any leads on him. They’d just wrapped up a big case in Cedarville that they’d needed Bobby’s help on and were surprised when he suggested the Roadhouse; seemed like every Hunter and his rifle stopped through there once in a while and if anyone was gonna hear about their Dad first, it was Ellen Harvelle.

“Remember that time in Tulsa when the spirit of that old guy scared you and you went running back screaming to the Impala?”

Sam looked over at Dean and frowned. “Dude, I was nine and I was not screaming.”

Dean smiled and ignored the statement. “You’ve come a long way since then. I’m proud of you Sammy.”

Sam smiled at the rare compliment, even if the moment was ruined by Dean ruffling up his hair. However the grin returned moments later when a hand reached out from behind him and slapped him on the shoulder. Sam turned around and grinned at Bobby before looking back at Ellen.

“I haven’t heard much ‘bout your Daddy since you were last here but Joe says he spoke with him in Connecticut two weeks ago. John’ll be long gone now but I’ll keep my ears open and let you know if anything else turns up.”

“Thanks Ellen.”

Ellen just smiled in return and filled up their glasses again.

“I figure you boys’ll be looking for some place to crash tonight?” Sam nodded and Ellen pointed over her shoulder. “Well, you know where the back rooms are; beds are already made and if you’re up early enough tomorrow morning, a hot breakfast’ll be waiting.”

Sam could practically feel Dean’s mouth watering at the thought and he rolled his eyes at Ellen. She merely grinned back and walked back into the kitchen. Dean turned towards him grinning.

“So, what do you think--”

The sentence was cut off by the sound of Dean’s mobile ringing and he opened the whole without looking at caller ID, holding up a finger to Sam to ‘hold that thought’. Sam knew that whatever thought had been put on hold was probably going to be embarrassing for him and he ignored his grinning brother as he turned back to his drink and took a large mouthful. He looked up sharply, however, when Dean spoke.

“What?” he heard Dean whisper, almost painfully.

The grinning face of his brother had been replaced by a stricken look and quickly turned to horror as the caller spoke.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

Dean closed the phone quickly and shoved it back in his pocket, reaching for his keys in the other. The familiar jangle sounded as the kitchen door opened slightly and the head of Ellen popped out. As Dean leapt off the bar stool, she emerged fully and Sam noticed that Dean seemed unaware of her presence. He walked quickly, almost running for the door and Sam stood and grabbed the arm of his distraught brother.

The look of fury Dean returned was more than enough for Sam to let go and Dean pushed open the door of the Roadhouse and left without looking back. Sam walked quickly to the door as the Impala pulled out of the carpark and watched as Dean sped away leaving a cloud of dust behind him.

The only thing that surprised Sam more that day than the hurried departure of his seemingly anguished brother was the arrival of his father mere hours later.