Title: Tomorrow Never Knows

Summary: Tomorrow is defined as a future period or time. The life of a Hunter means there is no tomorrow. There is only a series of todays and yesterdays. Being a Winchester is different again. (Three part short fic.)

AN: These were supposed to be 3 individual stories but they all had a common theme so I threw them together. Hope you like!

Chapter 1: Tomorrow brings Memories

Summary: Set pre-Supernatural.

OC: Fred Jones (from S8 x E8)

It was after midnight but they both felt wide awake. The young boy and the older man sat on the hood of a black tough car. The man was explaining his adventures of that day and his latest hunt of a Wendigo. His eyes widened as his face and hands expressed the story. The boy listened in awe. This was a man to be inspired by. He was strong, in control and psychokinetic. The man finished his story with a chuckle. The boy joined in although he didn't know exactly what he was laughing at.

Fred turned to him and raised an eyebrow. He leaned to the side and reaching inside his ice box, he picked out a second brown bottle. He unscrewed the cap and handed it over.

The boy shook his head and glanced around the empty car lot. "I can't. I'm only twelve years old."

"Only twelve years old!" the man exclaimed. "Dean," he began, speaking slowly. "Do you know how to hold a gun?" The boy tilted his head slowly and said that he could.

"Do you know how to change a flat tyre?"

"Yes sir," Dean replied. Before he was even allowed in the front seat, he was taught how to change a flat tyre.

"And, more importantly, if the Devil himself came charging towards you, would you know how to protect those you love?"

"Of course!" That wasn't even a question.

"Well then," the man nodded. "You're no longer just a twelve year old boy. You're a man and you deserve this... Just don't tell your father," he said as Dean took the bottle into his hands.

Dean twirled it back and forth between his fingers. What he was doing was so wrong. First of all, it was illegal. Secondly, if his father ever found out, he'd be dead. He wrapped his lips around the cold opening and tilted his head back. At first, all he could taste was foam but after a few seconds, the liquid finally touched his tongue and it slid down his throat. He tried, in vein, to hide the disgust in his face. The older man gave a hardy laugh as he lit a small cigar. It was the same routine his father had. Sit on the car bonnet, drink beer, reflect on the hunt and stare into the dark night. It was a gang Dean desperately wanted to be part of it.

He heard his father shout out that a call had come through for Fred and he quickly hid the bottle behind his back. Fred slid down the car bonnet and left his cigar balancing on his beer. Dean waited until he was alone before reaching forward and picking up the cigar. He raised it to his nose. It smelled like the charred remains of a demon and it didn't taste much better either.

In between the coughing, he heard a small voice appear alongside him. "Whacha doin'?"

Dean instantly recognised the voice and quickly flicked the butt of the cigar out to his side hoping he hadn't been caught. The small blonde haired boy appeared in front of him with a dropped jaw. "Does dad know you're smoking that?"

"No," Dean growled. "And he's not going to find out." He took another gulp of beer to wash the ugly taste from his mouth.

His little brother gasped again. "Does dad know you're drinking that?"

"Dammit, Sammy, relax," Dean snapped. "It's not like I stole it. Fred gave it to me."

"Oh," his head dropped. Dean knew what was coming next but said nothing. Sam dragged one foot in the gravel making a semi circle shape. "Can I have some?" he asked after some time.

Dean laughed. "No, Sammy, you're too young," he replied but he couldn't stand to see sadness in his brother's eyes. "When you can change a tyre on the Impala, then you can have some."

Sam was content to wait and pulled himself up on the car bonnet to be beside his big brother. "Can you teach me how to do that?"

Dean laughed again. "Yeah, little bro, I can teach you."

The night was silent and neither wanted to break it with words. They watched the lights in the sky sparkle above them. Dean glanced at his watch and noticed it was getting close to one in the morning. "You should be in bed, Sammy. You have school in the morning."

Sam nodded but asked to stay up a little longer. Dean sighed. He was always a sucker to his brother's big brown eyes. "Fine... but just until Fred comes back. Then you have to go to bed, okay?"

"Okay, thanks Dean," Sam leaned his head back so he was practically lying on top of the car. Dean took another gulp before leaning back too.

"Do you want me to show you the constellations again?" Sam asked. He didn't know all of them but he knew the ones over Bobby's house and even though they moved around a lot, once he saw those stars he knew where he was. Dean didn't know the constellations as well but he did recognise some stars. Like the yellow one that sometimes appeared beside the moon or the blue and red sparkling one that appeared above the tree line. When he saw those, he felt the same. He felt at home. But tonight he declined the offer. "Not tonight, Sammy." Tonight he was just happy to lie on their father's car beside his little brother.

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