You two are one letter off from the title, so you win a sneak peek for all! This story is titled Wayward Sons, and sometimes wayward sons have to return home to the family they left behind.

XD This is one of those titles that makes everyone facepalm and go “Of course!” if they’ve watched the show. 


“Of course I know where we are!” Dean interrupted. “It hasn’t been that long since we were around…”

Up ahead, what looked like twelve feet away but must only be seven inches, there was an end to the path. Part of the wall shifted, then moved aside under the control of someone inside. A block was substituted for a door.

Dean, who was paying more attention to Sam behind him than the path in front in order to keep bickering, pulled to a halt when he heard someone clear their throat. Sam almost ran right into his brother, caught off guard by the suddenness of the gesture.

Blue eyes like steel stared out at them.

“Boys,” Walt Watch greeted, his arms crossed and his face stern.

While everyone was staring at each other in the shock that came from a long time spent apart, a small ball of energy pushed right past Walt. Mallory, her long blonde hair a mess and bouncing in loose curls behind her back, flew out from the small home. “Dean?! Sam!”

Walt didn’t have a chance to catch her before she barreled right into Dean with a sob, pulling the much taller man into a hug. There was no resisting her, and she did the same with Sam, small tears peeking out the corner of her eyes. “Oh, thank God,” she breathed as she pulled out of Sam’s arms to get a good look at both of them. “We thought you were dead or worse.”

“Never bett–”

Dean’s declaration was cut off with a loud slap that sounded like it could be heard from one end of the motel to the other. Shocked, Dean stumbled back, tenderly holding his cheek.

Mallory’s tears were overflowing. “How could you leave us like that?” she demanded tearfully.

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June 21st excerpt:

“Oh! Okay!” Mallory hugged Sam back. “Don’t let me keep you then. Just be sure to stop in later to say goodbye, and Jacob, you don’t have to worry about stomping around so much when you’re in the room! We really don’t mind. There’s no need to put yourself out for us like that.”

Jacob chuckled sheepishly, the quiet sound barely echoing out of his chest. “Ah, yeah,” he muttered, thinking of his last few days in the motel. He had hardly done much walking around, except when training with the others. Ever since learning that there was a home under those floorboards, he had paid extra attention to the so-called “earthquakes” he caused when he walked. He’d avoided the small house entirely.

Even with Mallory’s assurance, he would probably refrain from walking around unless he really needed to. “Thanks. It’s pretty relaxing anyway, so don’t worry about me too much yourself.”

June 20th excerpt:

As the training began under Walt’s strict guidance and Sam’s gentle suggestions, Dean remained in the small home with Mallory. He paced impatiently back and forth, trying to count the seconds until he could start.

Mallory was sitting in the small living room she and Walt shared, patiently dethreading some cloth while she watched Dean curiously. Everyone had known about his knack, but it wasn’t something Dean had ever actively worked on back in the day. It was a passive sense that would tell him you need this before he stumbled over it.

After a good hour of time passed, Dean started to concentrate.

June 19th excerpt:

“They know what they’re doing,” came Mallory’s soft voice from behind.

Walt glanced over his shoulder. “I just find it hard to believe this was all Sam and Dean’s idea.”

“Really?” she asked with a grin. “You find that hard to believe?”

June 18th excerpt:

Sam could feel the ground shake under his boots and knew Jacob had him in his sights when the back of his neck burst into a tingle. He didn’t slow down, knowing if he hesitated it would be over. Compared to a human, he couldn’t cover enough ground to make a difference when it came down to it.

That was what Dean was waiting for.

Ha! ” yelled Dean triumphantly as he darted out into the open. He was hidden away on the side of the dresser that was closer to the middle of the two beds, and gave him a shorter distance to cover. With any luck, he could serve as a distraction before he managed to reach cover to get Jacob away from Sam.

June 17th excerpt:

Jacob sought his revenge by reaching over to nudge Dean in the side, getting the little hunter to jolt and put his arms up like he was raring for a brawl. Jacob drew his hand back well before any retaliation could be taken against it, but it was the only retribution he needed.

June 16th excerpt:

Jacob was stretched out on the bed watching a TV channel showing sci-fi B movies. It was the best offering on the motel’s limited channel listing for the time being, and he let himself doze off once or twice while he watched.

He didn’t get up much. In truth, he was nervous to walk around.

He couldn’t help but think of Walt’s wary demeanor, the distrust in those tiny, hardened blue eyes. He could only imagine what kind of instincts were directing the man’s caution, and didn’t begrudge him that at all. Jacob was big, and he had proven himself dangerous to people like them when he first swept Dean up in a fist, and again when he grabbed Sam.

He’d learned a lot since then, but he’d never forget the fear on their tiny faces. Both brothers thought they might lose each other, all because of Jacob. Walt, as far as he had known, had lost his adopted sons, because of Jacob.

June 15th excerpt:

“I’ll have you know I did decorate some,” Dean shot stubbornly back.

“Devil traps in the hall don’t count!” Sam chirped, countering Dean’s point.

“There is nothing wrong with functional decorations!” Dean argued back.

June 14th excerpt:

“Would you think any less of me if I was that size?”

“No,” Walt’s answer came mulishly. “It just isn’t the same with you boys though. We’ve known you since you were kids. Of course we trust you.”

Dean had to stop fast before he ran Sam over, realizing everyone was waiting for them. Walt sealed up the wall behind them, casting them into darkness.

June 13th excerpt:

“I guess I’ll just lie up on the bed for now, give you guys some floorspace if you want it. Okay?” Jacob waited to make his move, knowing that even though things were much more at ease, he couldn’t take it for granted. Even Sam and Dean didn’t like it much when he loomed, so advance warning was always welcome.

Walt took an uncertain step back, unconsciously raising his blade-wielding arm. The instinct was strong in him to vanish behind the nightstand at the thought of the human in the room getting up, but he suppressed it. Sam and Dean hadn’t moved, and he was driven to match them.

“No one’s stopping you,” Walt shot back stubbornly. Somewhere deep inside, his mind wondered what he was thinking, backtalking a giant like that.