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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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“Hey. I’m Jo.”
Sam was sitting on the bed staring blindly at a page of the book open across his lap when the door banged open and a coltish blonde girl barged in. He took the hand she’d thrust out with a skeptical expression, torn between annoyance and gratitude at the interruption.
“Hey, yourself. I’m Sam,” he replied, imitating her brusque delivery. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to knock before entering?”
“If you didn’t want anybody entering you should have locked the door.”   Jo hooked her thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans and regarded him. “You sure know how to piss people off,” she said, eyes sparkling.
“I didn’t mean to.” Sam didn’t bother protesting his innocence. He’d heard voices raised in anger less than a minute after Dean Winchester had gone back downstairs yesterday evening.   Sam hadn’t been able to make out the words, but it wasn’t too much of a stretch to assume he’d been the topic of conversation.
“Dean actually yelled at his dad! Dean never back-talks John,” Jo said with relish. “And I missed it,” she added, her lower lip poking out in a pout.
“I’m sorry?” Sam said uncertainly.
“Eh, it’s okay. And then my mom was going to bring up a tray with some supper for you,” Jo continued her narrative, “and John yelled at her. He said, ‘Either the breeder eats at my table or he doesn’t eat at all!’ I thought Mom was going to—”
“Don’t call me that,” Sam snapped, interrupting.
“What? Breeder?" Jo shrugged. "But that’s what you are,” she pointed out reasonably.
“So? How’d you like it if everybody went around calling you an evolutionary dead end?”
“Evol-what, now?”
Sam sighed. “Barren,” he said, pointedly.
“I’d rather be barren than a breeder,” Jo retorted breezily.
Privately, Sam agreed with her.   “How about we just call one another by our names?” he suggested with a smile.
“Oh, that reminds me, my last name’s Harvelle, too. Mom says you’re probably some distant cousin, isn’t that weird?”
“Weird,” Sam agreed, deadpan.
“Well, come on, Sam, breakfast ought to be on the table by now.” Jo bounced out of the room as abruptly as she’d entered it.
Sam was quick to follow. He’d been dreading breakfast, knowing no one in the household except his reluctant fiance and intimidating future father-in-law, but at least now there’d be one friendly face at the table. Even if she was just a little kid. Sam would take whatever allies he could in his new home.
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“Well, aren’t you a long, tall drink of water,” purred a dark-haired woman with one eye covered by a black leather eyepatch, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm and steering him toward the head of the table. “You must be Sam. I’m Pamela Barnes.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Barnes.” Sam had no choice but to let her lead him to a seat far closer to John Winchester than he would have preferred.   Minding his manners, he pulled her chair out from the table for her, earning himself a pat on the backside as she seated herself. Mortified, Sam could only hope no one else had noticed.
“You’re scaring the poor boy, Pam,”   a voice behind him said mildly.   “Welcome to Winchester Territory, Sam.”
Sam kept a tight rein on his composure as he turned to greet the petite woman who’d obviously just witnessed his humiliation.
“Ellen Harvelle. I take it you’ve already met my daughter, Joanna.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Well, go on, sit down and eat,” she ordered him kindly. “You must be half starved after your journey.” Ellen shot a glare at John Winchester.
“Give it a rest, Ellen,” he growled.   “The boy doesn’t exactly appear to be wasting away.”
“Rufus Turner.”    Another hand was shoved at Sam from the dark-skinned man seated across from him, next to Bobby Singer.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Turner.”   Sam shook his hand and the man sat back down. At least he hadn’t forced him into the middle of an argument, Sam thought wryly, or tried to play footsie with him under the table.
“Bobby, here, tells me you can’t sit a horse worth a damn,” Rufus snickered, killing Sam’s hopes of being left to eat his toast and scrambled eggs in peace.
“No sir, I guess not,” he murmured.
“Well, that’s all right. Don’t suppose you’ll be doing much horseback riding anyway, once you’re in the family way."
“Shut the hell up, Rufus,” Dean snapped.
One by one, the others finished their meals and left the table, leaving Sam to fidget and wonder if he could just get up and leave, too, or if he should ask to be excused. It didn’t help that no one had told him what would be expected of him, besides the obvious.   All the other members of the extended family seemed to have work to do. Was he supposed to sit in his room all day?
“Dean,” John barked as his son stood up. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Sam tensed at the patriarch’s harsh tone. In that moment he was glad he hadn’t tried to leave the table without permission. Bobby and Rufus looked from John to Dean, clearly entertained by the unfolding family drama, while Sam kept his eyes glued to his plate.
“Got work to do.” Dean pointed out, adding a belated, “Sir.”
“Not today, you don’t. I listened to your objections to marrying a total stranger and set a June wedding date. You’ve got a month-long engagement to get to know your blushing bride, so get to it.”
“Well, come on, then,” Dean snapped at Sam, who quickly scrambled to his feet.
Spending the day in the company of his sulky fiance wasn’t going to be any picnic, but it was definitely preferable to staying at the table with John Winchester and his cronies. Both red-faced—Sam with humiliation and Dean with fury—the two young men fled from the room.
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