Chapter 6: Waking to Questions

"JON!"

Sam's eyes were wide with relief. His hair was covered in ash and his eyes were bloodshot with tears and lack of sleep. Sam almost tripped over his feet as he raced to my bedside. He grabbed the chair resting between Jess and I's bed's. He turned it and sat near the side.

*What happened?*

Sam frowned. "You don't remember?"

I shook my head. *Not really.*

"Well someone saw the fire and called 911. They and I got there five minutes after he called. Saw you jumped out the window with Jess in your arms." He frowned here. "You were acting weird. You wouldn't let go of Jess and seemed like you weren't really there…like you checked out mentally."

*I just remember going into the room. There was fire everywhere and…*

I stopped and forced my mind to remember. Sam just looked at me worriedly.

*And eyes, Yellow eyes.*

At those words Sam's face drained of all color that it had. I frowned.

*It was probably just an illusion Sam. Fire does that.*

A voice whispered in the back of my mind, 'But you know it wasn't an illusion. You know there was someone in that room.'

Sam forced a smile and nodded shakily, "Yeah you're probably right."

'He knows something he's not telling.' The voice whispered again.

I just looked at him with sad eyes, hoping that later he would tell me what upset him.

*How's Jess?*

Sam stared down at his hands. "She has burns on her arms, legs, and collarbone, those will scar. Two cracked ribs and…" He trailed off, cleared his throat and continued. "She's got a four inch cut across her stomach. They had to do surgery. You had a similar one across your chest. The doctors and police said it looked like someone cut Jess and you interrupted, so they swung at you."

That explained my throbbing chest.

*Police? Are we in trouble?*

"No. They just want to ask questions about what happened. They're trying to figure out what happened."

*I see.*

As soon as I said that the hallway filled with a huge amount of noise. I recognized Dean's voice as the loudest.

"No! You can't go in! It's my brother's fiancé, who is asleep by the way, and her brother who just woke up! And if ya didn't notice, BOTH JUST CAME OUT OF A FRIGGIN FIRE! Jon's got no idea what's going and probably scared outta his mind!"

My eyebrows flew up. Dean didn't seem like the type to be protective of strangers. No matter who they were. But regardless of what Dean said two police officers shouldered their way in. Their expanding waistlines spilled over their belts. Beady eyes peered from behind bushy eyebrows. Large mustaches covered their mouths. Clutched in red sweaty hands were hats and a notepad. All in all, they were cops looking for someone to put into jail, whether they were innocent or not. Their beady eyes fixed on me then glanced at Sam. The first one, Tweedle Dee, drew himself up trying to look impressive, it didn't work, he looked like he was constipated.

"Well boy, looks like you're up." His mustache ruffled when he talked.

I just nodded to his question.

"Well think we could ask ya a few questions?"

I nodded again, the man's eye twitched.

"Anyways, what happened just before the fire?"

*I was watching TV. Jess was upstairs getting ready for bed, I heard a thud so I went upstairs to check on her. When I got up there the room was in flames.*

The police just stared uncomprehendingly. Tweedle Dee's partner Tweedle Dumb turned to Sam.

"Hey," His voice was grating, "He stupid?"

Sam's eyes hardened. He stood up to his full height of six foot four. The police had to tilt their heads back to see Sam's face.

"I'm sorry officer but I believe you just insulted my future brother in law. Jon is a very intelligent medical student with a full ride to Stanford. Jon just can't talk. So he uses American Sign Language, which he just demonstrated."

Sam's eyes narrowed further at Tweedle Dee and Dumb, who didn't shrink back. Seems like the few brain cells the pair had were on coffee break. Throughout his rant Sam's voice never went higher than a normal conversation volume. It only increased his deadly appearance.

"So," Sam continued, "perhaps you should ask someone who can understand Jon to-oh I don't know-translate?"

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb now seemed to get it, but before they could get a word out my mom burst in.

"Jon! Jess! Sweethearts!"

Her eyes danced across the other people in the room then landed on Jess and I. She seemed to hesitate, not sure who to go to first but she eventually dashed over to me. Her hand fluttered around me, not sure where to touch. After a few seconds she gave up and pulled me into her arms. Her scent of peppermint and sandalwood filled my nose, I instantly relaxed. Mom was here everything would be fine.

After releasing me she turned to Sam and pulled him into a bear hug. For a small woman she could squeeze hard. Dad, who had entered after her placed a kiss on my head and squeezed my hand.

"How are you sport? Feeling okay?"

I nodded, slumping back on my hospital bed. I was getting tired.

Mom had gone over to Jess, propping her up with pillows, fluffing quilts, putting pictures of our family on her bedside. Tweedle Dee and Dumb stood there shocked. Couldn't blame them, Mom was a whirlwind on a good day, now, she was a hurricane.

The two insults to human intelligence looked at each other and then Tweedle Dee cleared his throat and stepped forward. Mom smiled at him politely, how she managed that was unknown. There was nothing pleasant about him.

"Yes officer? What can we do for you?" Her smile was angelic in its description.

Tweedle Dee and Dumb blushed…..ew.

Tweedle Dumb again cleared his throat.

"Yes ma'am we were just questioning the boy but he refuses to respond."

Both Sam and my parents frowned, Tweedle Dumb shifted uneasily.

"Jon did respond in ASL." Sam broke first. "I can tell you what he said." He offered.

Mom perked up, "Oh if that's all then we won't mind translating." She moved to a chair between Jess and I beds, Dad stood behind her.

I officer frowned. "Well ma'am we'd like to take him down to the station for questioning."

The was chilling to watch my mother's expression freeze. Her eyes turned cold and her smile cutting. Dad straightened up, his gaze turning deadly, a father ready to defend his family. Sam also became a threatening guard dog, his expression murderous.

"No." It wasn't my family that spoke first, or Sam. It was Dean.

"Excuse me?" Tweedle Dumb looked offended.

"No." Dean's eyes were green chips of ice in his face. "Squirt here isn't going anywhere, he's not a criminal. You said so yourself, electrical fire from bad wiring?"

His gaze pinned the policemen where they stood, he seemed to grow. You could almost see an aura of deadly power surrounding him.

"If all the fire was, was from bad wiring why should he go with you? He just rescued his sister from death and might I add, got injured in the process."

Seeing the men start to sweat Dean went in for the kill.

"Or are you saying you made a mistake and it wasn't really an electrical fire?"

My eyes were fixed upon him. He was quite handsome…NO! Bad Jon! No drooling over brother in law's brother! ...But he's so cute! NO! No hitting on sister's fiancé's brother!

Throughout my mental anguish Dean piercing words and my mother's outraged glare drove the two donkeys disguised as men from the room. Dad was looking over Jess and Mom was hugging Sam. Dean hung awkwardly in the doorway. Seeing him start to leave Mom let go of Sam and grabbed Dean's hand. She quickly hugged him and pressed thank you after thank you into his chest. Dean though looking uncomfortable hugged back and gruffly shook of the thanks.

"You okay shrimp?" His voice though teasing held a note of concern.

I nodded at him.

*I'm tired but okay.*

His eyebrows rose and he turned to Sam.

"He says he's tired but okay." Sam then pointed at Dean. "Now you are gonna learn sign language, 'cause I'm not staying a Google Translate."

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. "Yeah, yeah Sammy, whatever."

*You're going to need to. You've been adopted into the family so you need it.*

This time Mom relayed my words. Dean looked on in shock.

"But…I'm not part of this! It's Sammy's!"

Mom's eyes were soft. "Yes, we are Sam's, but you're his family, so, by extension, we are your family."

Dean's eyes were wide, disbelief, hope, and cautious happiness warring. Mom slowly raised her arms and walked over. Carefully she took him into her arms, like he was a wounded animal who would bite at a moment. Dean's arms twitched and his hand clenched into fists his head falling on top of hers. Mom didn't let go. Slowly, almost visibly trembling Dean raised his arms and placed them around her in a hug. They stayed like that for awhile, Mom gently rocking him side to side. When they released each other Dean was cautiously looking around at us, as if waiting for ridicule. But none came.

*Welcome to the family.*

Dad and Sam echoed my testament. Dean's eyes widened but his shaky smile showed his happiness. Together we sat and talked. How's everyone's major was going, when we thought Jess would wake up, minor stuff. It didn't occur to me that I forgot to ask Sam why he was so nervous about yellow eyes.

********** Unknown Location **********

A cry of open rage shook the crumbling mansion. A man stalked back and forth in front of a raging fire. His yellow eyes blazed with unconcealed fury. His thoughts whirled around inside his mind.

'How in the name of Lucifer did a natural born hell damned witch get into a DEAD ZONE! How did they manage to find my Boy King!?'

He stopped dead as another thought came to him.

'If that child is powerful enough to banish me, save the girl, stop the blade, and get them out of hellfire then he may be powerful enough to-'

Desperately the man grabbed a bowl. Slitting his wrist he let blood flow into it. Myrrh and teeth that look suspiciously like a human's followed it. He stirred it and watched it glow a sickly orange. Almost scared he waited. A silence of disbelief followed. A truly infuriated roar followed. The fire leapt out of the grate and set the room alight. The yellow eyed man walked out of the room, anger radiating from his being.

As he left the room if one cared to glance at the bowl and its contents they would be quite surprised. The blood had separated to read "pure". A picture of Samuel Winchester lay next to the bowl, slowly being consumed by the flames.

Authors Note

IM SOOOOOO SORRY *runs away waving white flag* Ive been so busy. I am now a Junior in high school and have been over swamped by work, I have also needed to study the ACT so my agenda is crazy. I hope you enjoy this next installment in my Love of a Brother story, hopefully it wont be as long a wait next update as it was this one. REMEMBER REVIEWS = MOTIVATION=MORE CHAPTERS Love ya'll hope you like it - Messenger of Golden Winded Gabriel