Hello everyone in the spn fandom. These will be my first story for these fandom. I'm really excited and hope to see these one through. Just a heads up, I changed the age difference between Dean and Sam, instead of four years apart its three.

sincerely, Luce

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Prologue

The only thing Dean ever liked about the system was the movement, it was the one thing he was used to, even when he wasn't a foster always had them moving. Don't get him wrong, he hated moving, but in his messed up life it was the only thing he could count on, well that and the moment Sammy was slumped over in his seat. Sammy's head laid against the window and Dean couldn't help but smile as his brother drooled in his sleep. Sammy was always good at sleeping in cars, a fact Dean was never to proud of. However Dean was feeling a bit drowsy himself, they had just spent the last four hours cramped in the back of clean rental car with there social worker .

Missouri Moseley was an interesting woman to say the least. She was also a darn good social worker. She had vowed to keep the Winchester brothers together, as troubling as the two were, she had long ago realized that they were worse apart. The stories she had.

" So Missouri what's the deal with the new place?"

" Boy I know full well I taught you some manners, do you want to try that again?" Dean couldn't help but turn a soft pick at the scolding.

"Sorry Ma'am. So Miss.Missouri what's the deal with the new place." Missouri smiled at Dean through the the rear-view mirror. Her heart had a special place for those boys.

"Well it's one of the last few decent place I can send the two of ya, at least together that is." Missouri watched as Deans relaxed face slightly coiled, as his eyes showed a tinge of fear a boy his age should not have known.

" But I won't be needing to find you two any new homes because your going to make these one work right?" Dean head rolled down, but it didn't matter, Missouri had already seen his lips twitch into that smirk of his.

" Boy you best get those ideas of yours out of that head and put that there smirk away." Dean whipped his head up in surprise, his smirk turning into a full out grin. The car grew quite as Missouri returned all of her attention back to the road. A good five minute passed before Dean started his questioning again.

"Will we be expecting roommates?" Dean was always at a crossroad when other foster kids or any kids were involved. Sometimes the home felt too much like an overcrowded boys home and other times him and Sammy made great friends. More so on Sammy's part then Deans though.

" Nope no roommates, other than your brother." Dean relaxed a bit more for a second, before realizing Missouri really hasn't answered his question.

" What about any other kids?" Dean could sense her hesitation.

" Well she's got a few I I'm sure you'll love it Dean. There a good group and Miss Mills is a good caregiver." Dean was good at telling when someone was holding out on him and right now Miss Missouri Moseley was definitely holding something back.

" What aren't you telling Miss Missouri?" She once again looked in the rear-view mirror, copying the face Dean had at the beginning of their conversation.

" Well lets just say that these kids Miss Mills takes in, well that got similar problems as yours darling."

" What kind of problems." Dean almost didn't want to here the answer, maybe because he already knew.

" Lets just say family problems and leave at that okay Sugar." Dean took a deep breath, before leaning as far back into his seat as he could. These time the silence stayed and Dean was fine with that. He didn't have any more questions.