Our Love Will Survive (complete)

The adoption

Today, Friday, second of June, it's time for the Winchester family -John, Mary and Dean- to go adopt their newest family member, Samuel -now also- Winchester.

"If you would just sign this paper then you're good to go" the lady with a green dress and black hair said. Mary and John both signed the papers and then followed the woman outside. They could see the young boy -Sam- sitting in a corner on the playground.

"Sam!"

Sam stood up and made his way to the Winchesters and the woman. He was tall for his age, higher than Dean even. "This is your new family Sam, why don't you say 'hello'" the woman said. Sam shook his head.

"Sam, I said say 'hello'."

He still refused. The woman started to loose her patience, "Say 'hello' right now young man or I swear-." John cut her off, "Okay that's enough," he turned to look at the hazel eyed boy, "Sam, do you want to come with us?" He slowly nodded, surprised that he wasn't yelled at.

After a while they pulled up at their driveway. John parked his '67 Chevy Impala and stepped out, everyone followed. "Dean, could you grab Sam's bags?" His mom asked, but it wasn't really an option to say no in this case, so he did what she said. Sam stopped him by making a disapproving sound. It took Dean a second, but then gave Sam his bags anyway.

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Dean has been watching Sam all day, he couldn't help it. There was something about this boy that he just loved. He knows that Sam is his brother now and it can't become anything, plus he's straight, although he has pretty gay thoughts about Sam.

Sam liked this family. In all the foster homes he's been in, they always forced him to talk. The Winchesters didn't do that, they didn't care that he didn't talk and if they really needed to know something, he could write it down. He also noticed that Dean was watching him all day, it somehow didn't make him uncomfortable, like most people would.

Sam and Dean were now both in Dean's room. "Hey Sammy? Can I ask why you don't talk?" Dean handed him a piece of paper and a pen. Sam nodded and started writing. After a minute or something he handed the paper back to Dean.

When I was young my mom got killed and the murderer didn't want to kill a kid, but because I was there he needed some reassurance that I wouldn't tell anyone. He said that if I told anyone about who it did, that person would die too. I told my father and that same night I found him, also dead. Then I told a police officer and before he could share the information, he got shot and died too. So now I don't talk at all, that way I can't hurt anyone.

Dean looked at his younger brother, "I can understand that. I won't force you to talk, but I would love to communicate with you other than writing. How about sign language, do you know that?" Sam shook his head.

"I know it, I can teach you if you want, it isn't that hard?"

Sam nodded exited, he'd love to learn it. "Okay, look" Dean moved his hands in what seemed to Sam random movements. "I signed, 'Hello', I'll show you again, but slower so you can copy." Dean did it again and Sam did the same. "Okay now your name, Sam," Dean moved his hands when saying the words, "Winchester." Sam did the same as Dean, but hesitated when he came to the name Winchester. Dean grabbed Sam's hand, "Ill show you." Dean moved Sam's hands with his own. "Now you try." Dean wanted to let go of Sam's hands, but Sam held them. He looked at Dean apologetic and let go of his hands. Dean ignored it and continued showing Sam some different words and sentences. After and hour or two of practicing and awkwardly holding hands, they got called down for dinner.

"So Sam what did you and Dean do today?" Mary asked him, totally forgetting the not talking part. Sam looked at Dean with a look that said 'help'. "I'm learning him sign language, so we can talk to each other without him having to write everything down. He's actually really good at it" Dean answered for him. The rest of dinner was quiet, maybe even a little awkward. Sam and Dean had too clean the table and do the dishes and after that they went back upstairs.

Sam waved with his hands in front of Deans face. He looked up, "Sorry Sammy, what's up?" 'Can you help me?' He signed. "Sure, with what?" Dean asked. Sam motioned for Dean to follow him. They went to Sam's room and he pointed to his bags. Dean thought for a second, "You want me to help you unpack?" Sam nodded.

After a while they were done. "Is this all you have?" Dean asked, kind of concerned. Sam looked around the room and grabbed a piece of paper and pen from the desk standing in the corner of the room. He scribbled some stuff on it and then gave it to Dean.

We don't get much stuff, so yes this is all I have.

"Sammy I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" Sam waved with his hands and shook his head, probably meaning for Dean to stop. Dean helped Sam making the bed and after that they sat on the bed, across from each other. "How did you like today?" Dean signed and asked at the same time. "It was nice, I'm happy to have-" Sam started struggling with the movements. "Met you?" Dean asked and signed at once. Sam nodded. "I'll show you" Dean grabbed Sam's hands and showed him what to do. They stared into each other's eyes again, they've been doing that a lot today. They were still staring and holding hands, when their mother walked in. "What are you boys doing?" She asked, somehow making it sound like she knew something. Dean quickly let go of his brothers hands, "I was showing him some sign language stuff." Sam nodded in agreement. "Okay, anyway. You boys need to go to bed, it's 11 and we want you to meet my parents, so your grandparents tomorrow." Sam nodded, but Dean noticed he was nervous. He didn't say anything about it just yet though. "Okay mom, I'll go to my room in a minute." Mary left the room. "Hey man, what's wrong?" Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder. He shrugged, 'don't like people'.

"Me neither bud, me neither. It'll be okay, they're actually very nice. Anyway I'm going to crash now, I'm pretty tired. You need anything?"

Sam shook his head.

"Okay, when I'm done, I'll come and say goodnight to you."

After 15 minutes Dean was ready for bed, so he did what he promised. He went to Sam's room. He saw him standing in the corner of the room, shirtless, holding up a shirt when looking at it disapproving. Dean couldn't help but stare at his younger brothers chest, it was beautiful. "Did the shirt cheat on you or something?" Dean chuckled at his own joke and Sam did too. Sam shook his head, threw the shirt on his bed and grabbed a piece of paper. Doesn't fit.

"You can have a shirt of mine if you want?"

Sam blushed softly and nodded. Dean motioned for Sam to follow. Dean grabbed a shirt out of his closet and threw it to Sam, "I think this will fit you." He put it on, it was a bit tight, but Sam liked it. Sam went back to his own room and Dean slit under the covers (of his own bed.)