The two boys shifted beneath Sonny's observing gaze, the younger of the two moving towards the older as the cop spoke angrily. The older boy only moved to accommodate the younger, his eyes steadily meeting the cop's furious ones. And then he smirked. Just the slightest little smile seemed to set the cop off even more, causing voices to be raised.

"It was a sucker punch!" The cop said.

"You wish." Was the boy's response.

The dialogue continued, the cop growing steadily more agitated.

"That's enough, I can handle this. Thanks for dropping him by." Sonny said. The cop gave a curt nod then left the house, slamming the door.

Sonny sighed, "You shouldn't have done that, you know?"

"Why, because he's a cop?"

"No, because you got him so riled, he left with the keys." Sonny nodded towards the boy's handcuffs.

The boys just smirked again, biting his lip as he looked down to the cuffs. He rolled his eyes.

"But don't you worry about that." Sonny said, as picked up a paper clip attached to one of the files and straightened it out. Sonny noticed both boys, but especially the elder, stiffening as he neared them. Slowly, as not to alarm them, Sonny gently pulled the boy's cuffed wrists towards him. He quickly picked the lock, noting the boy's look of cautious interest.

Sonny's brows squinted slightly as he spotted the bruises that ran up and down the boy's arms.

"The deputy do that to you?" He asked.

The boy shook his head, smiling almost bitterly.

"What, your old man?" Sonny frowned.

"Not exactly."

"Then what?"

"Werewolf."

"Hm." Sonny gave the final twist of the paper clip and the cuffs snapped open. He wondered what would compel the boy to tell such an outrageous lie. Trying to protect his pop, I'll bet.

"So, you two got names?" Sensing the boys' hesitation, he continued. "Considering what your daddy said, you'll probably be here for a while. You might as well tell me."

"Dean." The older answered, he gestured to the younger with a tip of his head, "And that's Sam."

"You're brothers?" Sonny asked.

Dean nodded.

"I figured." Sonny said. Sonny stood up moving towards the kitchen, and heard another's steps in his wake. He turned to see Dean standing behind him.

"How do you know we won't just run away?"

"How do I know?" I repeated. "Well, you're hungry"

"Now I'm not." Dean said.

I sighed.

"Dean, you stole bread and peanut butter." Sonny said.

"He was gonna steal jelly too, but that's when-" Sam's lower lip stuck out, taking on a slightly pouty look.

"Sammy-"

Sam immediately stopped speaking and pressed his lips together.

"How do you know I didn't steal just for the fun of it?"

"Because little Sammy here hasn't stopped staring at the bread sitting on that table since you got here."

"Sam." Sam said, "My name is Sam. I'm hungry."

"Sam, then." Sonny looked pointedly at Dean, who had by now given his brother a subtle glare.

"I am!" Sam said in response.

"That doesn't mean you have to go around telling everybody."

Sam stuck his tongue out at Dean.

Sonny watched as the brothers communicated without words. Dean was obviously reprimanding Sam, but he unable to stay angry at him for long.

"Well, if you don't want to eat just yet, I suppose it'd be a good time to show you around the farm." Sonny said.

Silently, Dean followed Sonny and listened to Sam speak animatedly as they went about the farm. He seemed very cautious, Sonny noticed, overly so, as though he expected the ground to fall from beneath him with every step.

Sonny knelt to Sam's level. "You see that rooster over there?"

Sam nodded anxiously.

"If he ever comes near you or tries to jump up on you, you just give him a hard kick, you hear?"

Sam nodded then looked to Dean, "Chickens don't like me very well."

For the first time since they arrived, Sonny saw a smile creep onto Dean's face. Only one the sun came out did Sonny notice the dark. The boy was tired. Both of them were, but especially Dean. His young face was drawn out with stress already, marred with the exhaustion of a soldier in combat.

Sonny recognized the result of hard times when he saw it. He had had enough of them himself.

A few more stops were made on the way back to the house, the hog lot, the sheep pen, and dog house were all thoroughly examined by Sam.

Sonny had to smile at the extent of Sam's curiosity. The kid was a smart cookie and well spoken considering his age, or at least what Sonny guessed his age to be.

A loud growl of Sam's stomach was conviently timed at the end of their tour.

"Sounds like the supper bell to me." Sonny said. "How 'bout we head back to the house and get you two fixed up with some grub, sound good?"

Sam nodded enthusiastically, while Dean was a little more hesitant.

After a few bites while staring dead at Sonny, Dean's hesitance was drained away. He hadn't eaten in long enough that the feeling of hunger had faded, replaced only by a sense of emptiness. But now, after the first bite of that juicy steak and home grown green beans, the hunger came back in sharp pangs, feeling as though it was ripping his stomach to shreads.

Sonny watched as both boys tore through the food.

Not tearing through it, inhaling it.

A sadness came over him as Sonny realized that these boys were acting as though they hadn't eaten in days. They attacked the mashed potatoes, almost as though they were afraid they'd be taken away from them.

Sonny took the time to observe the boys, noting their worn clothing. The officer hadn't brought in any bags, which meant that all they had were the clothes on their backs. Both were quite thin, yet still strong, their young body's well muscled even at this age.

"How old are you two?" Sonny asked.

"He's 10, I'm 14."

Apparently Dean was more talkative with his stomach full.

While Dean was about average height for his age, but Sam was a little shorter than usual. Yet somehow, Sonny knew that it wasn't a forever sort of short. It was the temporary type of short that would blow up in your face the next time you blinked. It wouldn't be long before Sammy shot up like a tree.

"Alright, now that you've got food in ya, it's on to a bit less pleasant business." Sonny said.

Dean and Sam both looked at him expectantly.

"Jobs." Sonny said. "Every boy on the farm has to do some."

Dean exhaled, and blinked, closing his eyes just longer than normal.

"What do we have do?" He said.

"Well, Dean, you've seen the farm, what do you want to do?" Sonny said.

"Wait- What?" Dean said.

"We get to choose?" Sam said in awe.

"Well, yeah, of course." Sonny said. "I might just give Dean some sometimes, I make all the older boy's haul hay, for example, but other than that, it's your choice."

"Hauling hay?" Dean repeated.

"Yeah, it's simple. Pick up the bale, stack it on the truck. You'll pick it up quick." Sonny said, reaching up to slap the kid's shoulder.

His hand's momentum halted immediately when he saw Dean flinch away from it quite violently, shutting his eyes.

Sonny's heart dropped. This wasn't his first round handling boys that had been victims of abuse at home, but it still broke his heart every time. Knowing now was to early to discuss matters such as those, Sonny didn't mention it.

"Well, that can be dealt with a bit later." Sonny said. "Why don't you both get settled in? You two share the 3rd room on the right, bathroom is at the end of the hall. There's a bucket in the cabinet beneath the sink. Grab a tooth brush, write your name on it with the sharpy marker and stick it in the holder."

Sam's eyes gleamed with amazement as he stared up at the enormous book shelf that was stuffed to the point of having books stacked horizontally over the rows of vertical ones. Dean's attention was caught by the two twin beds that sat side by side in the room. I'll be right next to Sammy. Good. Dean thought.

After glancing at the door to make sure Sonny wasn't watching, Dean slipped a pen knife out of his pocket and carved warding symbols into both his and his brother's bed in as discrete of locations as he could manage.

Sonny quietly walked up the stairs and stood quietly around the corner listening to the boys' conversation.

"How long do we get to stay here, Dean?" Sam asked, "When is Dad coming?"

A near silent gasp escaped his lips. Dean hadn't told Sam. Hadn't told him that they were here indefinitely, that until their pop cooled down and decided to get them, they would stay.

Man, I almost slipped up pretty bad.

"Dad's busy, he's working." Dean said, "He'll get us when he's finished with the job."

"But I don't want to leave, Dean." Sam said, "Sonny is nice. I like him. I want to stay."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Dean sighed, "But don't get too comfortable. Sonny seems nice now, but... things could still change."

"He sorta reminds me of Uncle Bobby." Sam decided.

"Hm..." Dean distractedly ran his eyes around the room. "Let's just hope he stays that way."

"Why didn't you tell the cop we could call Bobby?"

"You remember what happened the last time we were at Bobby's?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded.

"That's why." Dean said.

"Oh." Sam's eyebrows twisted in confusion, "But-"

"We're not calling him, Sam." Dean repeated, "Don't make me say it again."

Sam by this time had lost interest in the conversation, choosing instead to stare up at the enormous bookshelf.

"We have books, Dean."

"We don't have books. Mr. Sonny has books." Dean said. "We're guests."

Sam's next statement made Sonny smile.

"Hm... But can I pretend they're mine, Dean?" Sam pleaded.

"I suppose that wouldn't hurt." Dean sighed, "So long as you're very careful with them."

Sonny could practically hear Sam's grin.

A/N: So, this is my first attempt at a Supernatural fan fiction, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I'd love to see some reviews telling me what I can improve!