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phantismaFandom: Supernatural, Keeper!Verse
Title: Finally Home, Part 4 (All Keeper Verse Here)
Rating: PG-13 (for this partl)
Word Count: 12,444 (total)
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean (long term established wincest), John, Dana (Dean's daughter), Scott (OMC)
Summary: Scott and Dana talk...and Sam gets what he wants.
A/Ns & Warnings: This story pics up shortly after Losing Sam, Arc 3. There are four parts, all complete. I will be posting them over the next few days. There is some angst and some funny and Dana acting decidedly like an 18 year old with her first taste of freedom, and a little bit of sex and a whole lot of schloomp at the end. As ever in Keeper!verse, thanks go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shotofjack for the beta of awesome and for keeping me sane. *loves*
Dana closed the door and looked at Scott. He seemed distant.
“It’s okay, if you don’t want to tell me. I won’t pry. I just…I want to know you’re okay.”
“You can’t fix everything, Dana.” Scott said, looking up.
“I know. I do. I’m not trying to fix anything.”
“Good.”
“I just…I care about you.”
He rolled his eyes and put his text book on the bed. “Dana. I get that you might be feeling guilty about the other day. I mean, we both agreed to see other people, but that was assuming we wouldn’t have to see it, right?”
She blinked and crossed her arms. “I wouldn’t say I was feeling guilty.”
He looked her in the eye. “No? That’s what it looks like from here.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I agree.”
“So…I shouldn’t feel guilty.” She was fairly sure she was right. Problem was, she was fairly certain Scott was too. “I don’t feel guilty. I was worried about you. I’m still worried about you.”
Scott sighed wearily. “I’m fine Dana, I just have a whole lot of catch up work to do.”
He was keeping something from her. It bugged her. “I could help with English Lit. We could maybe have dinner and—“
He stood and came to her, taking her hands. “Stop. You’re pushing. I’m not ready.” He kissed her cheek. “Go have dinner with Sam and Dean. Go back to the dorm. I’ll see you around campus.”
That sounded an awful lot like rejection. Dana couldn’t comprehend that. “But, Scott, I love—“
He stopped her with a finger on her mouth. “Don’t. We decided it was time we see other people, that’s what college is for. Let’s just leave it there. For now.”
She frowned. Pouted. That wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to miss her. Want her back…because she was pretty sure she wanted him back.
“I really have a lot of work to do.” He left her there at the door and went back to the bed. Back to his books. He ignored her. After a few moments, Dana let herself back out. She moved toward the living room in a daze.
“Everything okay?”
She nodded, then blinked and looked up at Sam. “You know what? I’m going to take a rain check on that pizza.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Scott reminded me, I have some work to do.”
Sam was nervous. He had no reason to be. Not really. He waited on the court house steps for his father and Dana. Dean was inside, pacing up and down the hall way. They hadn’t told Dana or John why they wanted them there.
Their petition had been simple. Sam could have pulled some strings, the same way he had when he changed his name from Winchester to Winechrest in the first place, but he wanted this to be…real.
He did call in a favor with a local lawyer they’d helped out a few years back, and he maybe fudged a little blood work. But this was as close to the real thing as they would get.
Sam smoothed his tie and re-buttoned his suit jacket. Finally, he spotted John, and then Dana running to catch up to him. John had conceded to a sports jacket over his jeans and Dana was in a black dress. He’d only told them to be at the courthouse at 2 and to dress nice.
“You gonna tell us why we’re here?” John asked without preamble.
Sam felt Dana prying, but blocked her out. “It’s a surprise.”
“Told you Papa. He’s had me locked out since yesterday.”
John made a face, and Sam felt a flush of discomfort from him. He squinted, but John slapped at him. “Cut that out.”
“You okay?”
“Fine. I just wrenched my knee.” He pushed past Sam, and he could tell it was something more, but he let it go. They only had a few minutes.
“Come on then.” He led them inside to where Dean was still pacing. He was sweating lightly and his lips were red and swollen from biting them.
“We’re next.”
Sam nodded and took his hand. “Calm down.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Not really. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to rattle the windows.”
The doors opened. “Dean Winchester and Samuel Winechrest.”
“That’s us.” Dana’s curiosity doubled as they moved into the courtroom. Once the previous petitioners had left the room, they were called to stand before the judge.
“Well, it isn’t every day I get a petition like this one across my desk.” The judge was a woman, roughly John’s age, and so small she almost disappeared behind the giant desk. “According to your paperwork, the two of you have lived under the same roof for eighteen years?”
Sam nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
She looked at them, then at John and Dana. “And these are your witnesses?”
Dean cleared his throat. “Yes, my father and my daughter Dana.”
She looked through the file, nodding. “Well then. I see no reason not to grant this petition.”
She looked at each of them. “Are you sure you don’t want something more formal?”
Dean nodded, squeezing Sam’s hand. “Yes, ma’am. We just want official, not formal.”
“Alright then, Dean Winchester, is it your desire today, before these witnesses and this court to take Sam Winechrest as your husband?”
Husband? Dana’s mental squeal rocked Sam almost physically.
Dean glanced at her, then up at Sam before looking square at the judge. “It is, your Honor.”
“And Sam Winechrest, is it your desire today, before these witnesses and this court to take Dean Winchester as your husband?”
Dana let loose another blow of psychic squealing. Calm down. Sam sent the words on a wave of comfort before looking to the judge. “Yes, ma’am. It is.”
She lifted her pen and scribbled her signature. She looked up at Sam, then at Dean. “Congratulations Mr. Winchester…and Mr. Winchester.”
Sam beamed and Dean grabbed at him, holding Sam’s lapels. Sam got the distinct impression that Dean’s knees were kind of wobbling on him. Then John was there, wrapping his huge arms around them and squeezing.
Dana’s shock and joy and laughter bounced around the room and she finally found a way to squeeze into the hug. The judge’s gavel sounded and the bailiff was trying to get them to move so they could bring in the next case…but Sam didn’t care. He was home.
Finally home.
Title: Finally Home, Part 4 (All Keeper Verse Here)
Rating: PG-13 (for this partl)
Word Count: 12,444 (total)
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean (long term established wincest), John, Dana (Dean's daughter), Scott (OMC)
Summary: Scott and Dana talk...and Sam gets what he wants.
A/Ns & Warnings: This story pics up shortly after Losing Sam, Arc 3. There are four parts, all complete. I will be posting them over the next few days. There is some angst and some funny and Dana acting decidedly like an 18 year old with her first taste of freedom, and a little bit of sex and a whole lot of schloomp at the end. As ever in Keeper!verse, thanks go to
shotofjack for the beta of awesome and for keeping me sane. *loves*Dana closed the door and looked at Scott. He seemed distant.
“It’s okay, if you don’t want to tell me. I won’t pry. I just…I want to know you’re okay.”
“You can’t fix everything, Dana.” Scott said, looking up.
“I know. I do. I’m not trying to fix anything.”
“Good.”
“I just…I care about you.”
He rolled his eyes and put his text book on the bed. “Dana. I get that you might be feeling guilty about the other day. I mean, we both agreed to see other people, but that was assuming we wouldn’t have to see it, right?”
She blinked and crossed her arms. “I wouldn’t say I was feeling guilty.”
He looked her in the eye. “No? That’s what it looks like from here.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I agree.”
“So…I shouldn’t feel guilty.” She was fairly sure she was right. Problem was, she was fairly certain Scott was too. “I don’t feel guilty. I was worried about you. I’m still worried about you.”
Scott sighed wearily. “I’m fine Dana, I just have a whole lot of catch up work to do.”
He was keeping something from her. It bugged her. “I could help with English Lit. We could maybe have dinner and—“
He stood and came to her, taking her hands. “Stop. You’re pushing. I’m not ready.” He kissed her cheek. “Go have dinner with Sam and Dean. Go back to the dorm. I’ll see you around campus.”
That sounded an awful lot like rejection. Dana couldn’t comprehend that. “But, Scott, I love—“
He stopped her with a finger on her mouth. “Don’t. We decided it was time we see other people, that’s what college is for. Let’s just leave it there. For now.”
She frowned. Pouted. That wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to miss her. Want her back…because she was pretty sure she wanted him back.
“I really have a lot of work to do.” He left her there at the door and went back to the bed. Back to his books. He ignored her. After a few moments, Dana let herself back out. She moved toward the living room in a daze.
“Everything okay?”
She nodded, then blinked and looked up at Sam. “You know what? I’m going to take a rain check on that pizza.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Scott reminded me, I have some work to do.”
Sam was nervous. He had no reason to be. Not really. He waited on the court house steps for his father and Dana. Dean was inside, pacing up and down the hall way. They hadn’t told Dana or John why they wanted them there.
Their petition had been simple. Sam could have pulled some strings, the same way he had when he changed his name from Winchester to Winechrest in the first place, but he wanted this to be…real.
He did call in a favor with a local lawyer they’d helped out a few years back, and he maybe fudged a little blood work. But this was as close to the real thing as they would get.
Sam smoothed his tie and re-buttoned his suit jacket. Finally, he spotted John, and then Dana running to catch up to him. John had conceded to a sports jacket over his jeans and Dana was in a black dress. He’d only told them to be at the courthouse at 2 and to dress nice.
“You gonna tell us why we’re here?” John asked without preamble.
Sam felt Dana prying, but blocked her out. “It’s a surprise.”
“Told you Papa. He’s had me locked out since yesterday.”
John made a face, and Sam felt a flush of discomfort from him. He squinted, but John slapped at him. “Cut that out.”
“You okay?”
“Fine. I just wrenched my knee.” He pushed past Sam, and he could tell it was something more, but he let it go. They only had a few minutes.
“Come on then.” He led them inside to where Dean was still pacing. He was sweating lightly and his lips were red and swollen from biting them.
“We’re next.”
Sam nodded and took his hand. “Calm down.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Not really. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to rattle the windows.”
The doors opened. “Dean Winchester and Samuel Winechrest.”
“That’s us.” Dana’s curiosity doubled as they moved into the courtroom. Once the previous petitioners had left the room, they were called to stand before the judge.
“Well, it isn’t every day I get a petition like this one across my desk.” The judge was a woman, roughly John’s age, and so small she almost disappeared behind the giant desk. “According to your paperwork, the two of you have lived under the same roof for eighteen years?”
Sam nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
She looked at them, then at John and Dana. “And these are your witnesses?”
Dean cleared his throat. “Yes, my father and my daughter Dana.”
She looked through the file, nodding. “Well then. I see no reason not to grant this petition.”
She looked at each of them. “Are you sure you don’t want something more formal?”
Dean nodded, squeezing Sam’s hand. “Yes, ma’am. We just want official, not formal.”
“Alright then, Dean Winchester, is it your desire today, before these witnesses and this court to take Sam Winechrest as your husband?”
Husband? Dana’s mental squeal rocked Sam almost physically.
Dean glanced at her, then up at Sam before looking square at the judge. “It is, your Honor.”
“And Sam Winechrest, is it your desire today, before these witnesses and this court to take Dean Winchester as your husband?”
Dana let loose another blow of psychic squealing. Calm down. Sam sent the words on a wave of comfort before looking to the judge. “Yes, ma’am. It is.”
She lifted her pen and scribbled her signature. She looked up at Sam, then at Dean. “Congratulations Mr. Winchester…and Mr. Winchester.”
Sam beamed and Dean grabbed at him, holding Sam’s lapels. Sam got the distinct impression that Dean’s knees were kind of wobbling on him. Then John was there, wrapping his huge arms around them and squeezing.
Dana’s shock and joy and laughter bounced around the room and she finally found a way to squeeze into the hug. The judge’s gavel sounded and the bailiff was trying to get them to move so they could bring in the next case…but Sam didn’t care. He was home.
Finally home.
