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Love and Duty	By : rae_roberts Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and make no profit from this story. Just borrowing Papa Winchester and his boys for fun.

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Sam woke the next morning and stretched luxuriously, feeling warm and alert and completely recovered. In a moment, he remembered snuggling up to his fiance the night before, Dean’s arms wrapped around him as he fell asleep. With a guilty start, Sam turned, but he was alone in the bed. Dean must have slipped away in the night. In a way, Sam thought, it was a relief, but at the same time he found himself suppressing a twinge of disappointment. What would it be like, he couldn’t help but wonder, to wake up next to that taut, muscular body? To see his fiance’s bright green eyes sparkling back at him?
They’d be sparkling with laughter at his expense, Sam told himself, while Dean smirked that maddening, smug smirk of his. Besides, he’d find out what it was like to wake up next to Dean Winchester soon enough.
He’d just finished dressing, splashing cold water from the basin on his face to wash the sleep from his eyes and running a comb through his hair, when a light knock sounded at the door. “Come in.” He blinked as Ellen entered with a breakfast tray. The petite cook had always been kind to him in a gruff way, but distant. Sam remembered her promise to bring him a cup of hot coffee and his face flushed with embarrassment. Had Ellen tried to bring him coffee last night, and found him sleeping with Dean? “You didn’t have to do that, ma’am,” he said as she sat the food down on the dresser. “I can come down to the dining room. I feel just fine this morning.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Ellen’s smile was strained. “To tell the truth, Sam, I wanted to talk to you.” She hesitated a moment, and then went on. “To apologize. I haven’t been fair to you.”
“You’ve always been fair to me, ma’am. Everyone here on the estate has.” Sam was baffled. It was awkward, he decided, standing there staring down at her. “Please,” he gestured toward a chair, taking his own seat on the edge of the bed when Ellen sat down.
She folded her hands in her lap, tension evident in every line of her body. “I suppose Jo mentioned I thought you were a distant cousin on my late husband’s side of the family?”
Sam nodded. “But I’m not that distant, am I?   Do you know who my parents were?” he asked as a surge of excitement ran through him.
Ellen looked flustered for a moment as she processed Sam’s misunderstanding. He still thought he was some sort of Harvelle family cousin. She took a deep breath. “Sam… I’m your mother.”
“Wait, you’re… What?” The words sank in slowly. Sam knew he’d been found by bounty hunters, brought to the Academy when he’d been only six months old. He’d expected some story from Ellen, a cousin somewhere in the vast Kansas territory who’d had a baby boy taken, a name, a vague description… Someone he would never see, not this woman sitting just a few feet away.
“You’re my son.” Ellen’s voice warmed.   “Your father and I named you.   Samuel Anthony Harvelle.   We loved you, so very much. I’m so sorry they took you from us.” Her eyes filled with tears. “So sorry…There was nothing we could do.”
“You don’t need to be sorry.” Sam’s own eyes were perilously close to spilling tears, too as he processed the unexpected news. “I know how the bounty hunters operate. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have told you the moment I saw you. I had my doubts until then, but, Sam, you have your father’s eyes.   His height, too,” Ellen added with a wavering smile.
Sam didn’t know what to say. Like every boy at the Academy, he’d dreamed of his parents...What they might look like, what they might say to him if he could ever meet them.   Now those long-abandoned childhood dreams were coming true and it was overwhelming. “Why didn’t anyone else notice?” he asked   the first question to pop into his mind.
“I came to Winchester Territory as a widow,” Ellen said. “Nobody here knew Bill, and Jo was just a baby, too young to remember her daddy.”
“Jo’s my sister!” Sam’s eyes widened, his mind reeling.   He wondered, vaguely, if he was still asleep and dreaming the whole encounter. But no, he was awake, and he had a mother and a sister… A family. Sam realized Ellen was sitting rigidly in the chair, watching him with a watery smile, her eyes bright but her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She looked fragile, as if she might shatter at any moment. “Ellen?” His reserve crumbling, Sam stood up and reached for her. “...Mom?”
Ellen let out a wordless sob and rose to meet him, enfolding him in her arms as if he was still the baby boy taken away so many years ago.
Feeling his mother’s arms around him for the first time he could remember loosed Sam’s tears and he hugged her back fiercely. Several long minutes passed before he recovered himself enough to ask, “Is it okay if I call you Mom?”
Ellen beamed up at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way…Son.”

“Now that you’re my brother I don’t think you should be able to assign me homework,” Jo announced later that afternoon as she, Sam, and Dean sat on the front porch, seeking a respite from the blistering heat.
“How do you figure?” Sam asked, looking up from his book.
“Nepotism,” Jo said.
“Nice use of a vocabulary word, but no,” Sam chuckled. “It doesn’t work that way. In fact, to make sure the other students don’t start thinking I’m favoring you because we’re related, I should probably assign you twice as much homework.”
Dean snickered as Jo stuck her tongue out at Sam. “Things are really gearing up,” he commented as several workers passed through the front yard carrying sawhorses and carpentry tools.
“What’s going on?” Sam was bemused.
“Word gets around,” Jo said before Dean could reply. “As soon as people found out Dean’s fiance is also Mom’s long-lost son, they started gearing up to party.”
“Party?” Now Sam looked concerned instead of confused. “When? I won’t be expected to attend, will I?”
“Tonight,” Dean grinned, “and Sammy, you’re the guest of honor.”

Sam could hear music and laughter already coming from the dance floor the ranch hands had built out under the trees. The sun had gone down but the air in the room was stuffy, still too warm in spite of a fitful breeze that stirred the curtains and carried in the strains of guitars, fiddles, and Rufus Turner’s silver cornet. It would be cooler outside, but Sam lingered, nervous about being the center of attention at the impromptu party.   A knock sounded at the door. “Come—” he began, but Dean breezed into the room before he could finish the invitation.
“Thought I’d find you lurking in here. Good,” he said briskly. “I want the first dance, after a little shot of liquid courage for the birthday boy.”
“Birthday boy? But, my birthday’s already passed,” Sam protested.
“Ellen’s planning to make up for the past sixteen years.” Dean’s eyes sparkled, just as Sam had imagined them that morning…
With mirth, at his expense. “Oh, no,” he murmured.
Dean pressed a brown glass bottle into his hand. “It’s going to be fun, Sam. Go on, drink up and let’s go.”
“No thanks.” Sam pushed the bottle back at Dean. “I had enough of Bobby Singer’s homebrew last night. Gross.”
“This is peach brandy.” Dean waggled the bottle enticingly. “I know you like peaches.”
Cautiously, Sam took the bottle, raising it to his nose first and taking a sniff. The enticing aroma of peaches wafted out, just as his fiance had promised. Well, anything that smelled that good couldn’t be too horrible, Sam thought, and wasn’t disappointed when he tipped the bottle back for a swallow. “Hey, that’s not bad.”
Dean took a drink and passed the bottle back. “One more for the road, and then we’re going to party.”
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