"I can't believe you guys talked me into this," Priestly moans from the back seat.

Sam glances in the rearview mirror and studies the pout twisting Dean's - Priestly's - features. He had been bitching since they'd left Santa Cruz four hours ago and there seemed to be no end in sight.

The youngest Winchester couldn't really blame him, though. They did just pop into his life, break his brain with Hi, we're you're long lost brothers! Meet your twin, Dean! and then tell him they needed to bring him back to Kansas to meet Missouri.

Sam was trying to be understanding, while Dean… Dean looked about ready to grab one of the guns out of the trunk they hadn't told Priestly about yet.

Sam was still trying to figure out how they were going to do that.

Long lost brother was a hard enough story to sell, even with Dean's mirror image helping it along… but demon hunting?

Priestly would go back to thinking he was on an acid trip.

Sam glanced at Dean who had been rather quiet despite his obvious thoughts of fratricide. Much like going in, leaving Santa Cruz had put him in a tense mood, and the silence around the driver's seat was damn near deafening.

"Why don't we put on some music?" Sam suggested suddenly, instantly feeling like a nervous mother trying to prevent two kids from squabbling in the back of a minivan.

"Ooo," Priestly gushed, the great injustices of the world momentarily forgotten. "What'ya got?" he queried, leaning forward in his seat like an eager child.

"Uh," Sam stalled, realizing he hadn't really thought his plan through. "Classic rock?" he ventured, hating the way his voice squeaked at the question mark. For some reason he was both afraid of angering Dean and putting Priestly off.

God this was going to be a long drive.

"Meh, alright," Priestly shrugged, enthusiasm waning, "If you've got any Metallica, throw that on… the good Metallica," he said after a quick thought, "Not the 'St. Anger' Metallica."

Sam swears he hears Dean mutter fuckin' right under his breathe. He resists the urge to throw his hands in the air in an exasperated gesture, but figures he should just be thankful the twins can agree on something right now.

The tape is in the deck and Enter Sandman fills the voids and Sam thinks they're all safe for a while.

Then Priestly pulls out a guitar.

Seriously. And Sam gets that exasperated gesture urge again because the guy can't seem to sit still for five damn minutes. He's also trying to figure out how the guy managed to fit a guitar in the backseat amongst all the other stuff he insisted on bringing, which Sam swears looks like at least half of his worldly possessions.

I can't just leave this stuff behind! he had insisted. The girls will either steal it, hide it or break it.

Not wanting to make a big deal, Sam had told him he'd have to ride with it in the backseat while Dean watched his double with something half way between annoyance and disbelief.

And now here they were, the three of them trapped in the car with more than a day's drive ahead of them and Priestly insisting on playing along with every Metallica song that burst out of the dashboard.

Sam is seriously starting to question whether or not Priestly is the evil twin.

*****

It's about six hours later when Dean pulls into a motel parking lot and gets out of the car without a word.

Priestly arches an eyebrow but Sam just sits patiently, familiar with the routine.

Dean's back in a moment with a key and Sam is out of the car, motioning for Priestly to follow.

The new Winchester (which Priestly had instantly adopted, claiming the name to be much cooler than the old one), managed to climb out without knocking too many of his things out of the car and followed his brothers through the parking lot, wondering why the hell they had stopped here, of all places.

Dean opens the door an immediately does his rounds, checking the room the way his father had taught him.

Priestly watched from the door, unsure of what he's seeing, and Sam just makes a noise in his throat before tossing his bag by on of the beds.

It's then that Priestly realizes that they have a dilemma: 2 beds and 3 grown men.

Before he can voice this mathematical issue, however, Dean pipes up from the other side of the room.

"Sammy and I will take the one by the door and you can have the one by the window, alright?" he says, turning back around to face his twin.

Priestly looks like he might protest but quickly shuts his mouth when Sam flops onto the bed in front of him, a tired groan releasing into the comforter.

"Sure," he says instead, his body suddenly realizing it had been crammed in the back of a car for the last ten hours. "What time do we head out tomorrow?"

"We'll want to be on the road by nine," Dean answers, walking towards the bed currently covered in Sam, and the comforter/Sam lets out another groan.

Priestly winces but nods, tossing his bag onto the other bed and feeling slightly strange about undressing in front of two guys he'd met about 24 hours ago.

Family or not.

But he strips of his shirt and Sam and Dean do the same, the three of them taking turns using the washroom and he doesn't ask about the scars littering their torsos despite his morbid sense of curiosity.

And then it's lights out after Dean shoves Sam over to what is designated as his side of the bed and Sam mumbles something that sounds something like Welcome back, big brother and Dean catches Priestly's eye on the other side of the room, but neither of them say a thing.

*****

When Sam wakes up alone in the room, his first thought is that Dean has actually killed his twin.

He dismisses that thought quickly only to come to more sinister, supernatural conclusions.

He's about to leap out of bed when the motel door opens and his big brothers walk in, laughing at some joke who's punch line Sam is not privy to. They're not killing each other and they have coffee, and that's good enough for Sam.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," Dean chirps, disturbingly chipper for (Sam checks his watch) eight in the morning.

But he takes the coffee gratefully and rubs his eyes with the heel of his free hand. "Where've you been?" he grinds out, words still sluggish in the morning hours.

"Coffee," Dean answers, though the word sounds a lot more like duh to Sam.

"And breakfast," Priestly chimes in, smiling and holding up a MacDonald's bag like he had tracked and hunted the burgers himself.

Sam squashes a groan at grease for breakfast by taking a long swig of coffee, smiling on the inside when he realizes Dean got him a latte.

But his thoughts turn back to Priestly as he sets the bag onto the bed and plops down without a word, stuffing his hand into the bag and retrieving a McGriddle which he gives to Sam.

"Dean says you're the only person he knows that'll actually eat these things," he says, face scrunched up, eyeing the abomination.

Dean just smirks at Sam when the youngest Winchester rolls his eyes and takes his breakfast, which is delicious, thank you very much.

He does raise an eyebrow, however, when both men start munching on overly intricate looking, made-to-order, everything-but-the-kitchen-sink BLT bagels.

All Sam has to do is point at the two of them and raise the other brow and both men shrug.

"Twin thing," they say at the same time, mouths full.

They look at each other and suddenly burst out laughing like this sort of thing happens all the time and Sam wonders for a moment if he's gone insane.

*****

They're about an hour outside of Lawrence when Priestly clears his throat.

Sam's muscles tense, unsure of what's about to come, but he's still not quite prepared when the normally loud and abrasive voice asks softly, "What were they like?"

Dean's hands clench and unclench on the steering wheel, and neither boy has to ask for clarification.

"Mom was beautiful," Dean says suddenly, before Sam can think to answer. "That's what I remember most. She had soft hands and a gentle smile, and a voice that could make you feel better no matter what."

Sam watches his brother, but Dean keeps his eyes on the road.

"Every night when she tucked me in, she'd tell me that… that angels were watching over me."

Sam feels that pain in his chest again and resists the urge to lay a hand on his brother's arm. Instead he looks in the rearview mirror for Priestly's reaction.

He has a small, sad smile on his face like it all makes perfect sense.

"And… dad?" he says after a moment, stumbling a little on the word.

"He was a good man," Sam says before Dean can open his mouth, and the older Winchester tears his eyes from the road to glance at his little brother.

"After mom died…" Sam continued, trying to put his feelings into words, "Her death left him broken. I think he was still picking up pieces of himself up until the day he died."

Dean's hands clench a little tighter on the wheel and his forehead is furrowed, but he keeps his eyes on the road, saying nothing.

"He did the best he could with us, and it wasn't always perfect, but…" Sam turns around to face Priestly. "We were damn lucky to have him."

Priestly smiles that same sad smile and says, "I wish I could have met them."

"He never stopped looking for you, ya know," Sam says. He isn't sure if it's the right thing to say at first, but when Priestly's eyes get glassy and he turns to look out the window, Sam knows it's exactly what he needed to hear.

*****

They pull into Missouri's drive way and Priestly starts fidgeting again.

"So…" he starts, staring at the house like it's haunted. "She's the one that found me, right? She's a family friend?"

Sam and Dean glance at each other.

"Something like that," Dean says slowly and he gives Sam this look that says How long can we go without telling him everything? and he gets out of the car.

Sam tries to give Priestly a reassuring smile and jerks his head toward the house.

"Come on, I promise she won't bite." His smile falters. "She might hit you with a spoon, though." And then he's out of the car too, leaving Priestly wide eyed and wondering whether or not the younger boy is kidding.

*****

Priestly knows something is wrong as soon as he steps into the eerily familiar kitchen.

He looks around the room, knowing rationally that he has never been here before, and yet…

He turns to one of the cupboards and opens it, feeling his heart beat faster when he realizes that he knew that's where the glasses were kept.

"Priestly, you ok?" Dean says from somewhere on his right. But he's not really listening. The feeling is getting stronger and stronger until he sees her enter the room and all the air rushes out of his lungs.

They just stare at each other until Priestly takes a step back, fear and confusion gripping his chest.

"You," he gasps. "But that's not possible. You're not real."

His eyes are wide and wild and it's real terror in his voice and somehow Dean can feel it in his bones.

"Priestly? What's the matter? That's Missouri. She's the one that found you. What the hell is the matter with you?"

The new Winchester turns to his twin, forcefully dragging his eyes away from the stunned woman, unsure of just how to explain the fact that he's been seeing this woman in his dreams for over twenty years.

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