In this AU Henry actually appeared when John and Mary were married and about to have their only child, Adam. Mary told Henry about her deal for John's life and he takes the small family to meet up with his old friend in the Men of Letters who tells them about the bunker. Henry moves Mary, John and baby Adam to the bunker before Adam's sixth month birthday, saving both mother and child from the Yellow-Eyed Demon. John learns about his heritage and about Hunters. He and Mary, along with Bobby Singer, Jim Murphy, Missouri Mosley, Rufus Turner, Caleb Reeves and Joshua Thomas become a unique combination of Men of Letters and Hunters. All of them use the bunker as their home now since Jim left his parish, Missouri sold her house and Bobby sold the Salvage Yard. Ash also lives in the bunker along with Jo and Ellen Harvelle. Ellen kept the bar but it is run under a manager.

They still Hunt but now if they run into a supernatural benign creature, they study it quietly and help to keep it safe. They also work with Angels, Wiccans, some Voodoo practitioners, and others to keep the world safe from evil. Many hard-core Hunters hate the group, viewing them as enablers and lovers of the supernatural so, of course, there are incidents of clashes.

Now, twenty-two years after Adam was born, the group hears of something weird going on in the wilds of Wyoming and go to investigate. It becomes a race to save two very unique beings from the Hunters.

Sam and Dean are not the sons of John and Mary Winchester but are two rare Homo-Felinus, human cats. In their society, there are three sexes, dominant male, female and submissive male, who can become pregnant but lacks a certain tool to get a Homo-Felinus female pregnant. When a submissive is born it is a blessing to the family. If the dominant and his submissive are born to the same parents it is seen as a special blessing. Matings don't actually happen until the submissive goes into heat, around the age of twenty, though they can and do have sex before then. Matings are different from sex since it is done solely for procreation. The dominant can be challenged for the right to mate with his bonded submissive and only the strongest male will have that right. The submissive usually doesn't have a say in the situation since it is done for the continuation of the species. Sam is Dean's submissive and, when the group finds them, he's about ready to go into heat for the first time.

Ages: Sam is twenty, Dean is twenty four, and Adam is twenty two.

Warning: MPreg, Wincest, rated for violence and some sex.

As usual, Mr. Kripke's toys are his, not mine but they are safe in my hands as I play with them. I promise to put them back when I'm done…really I will!

The creature Homo-Felinus is totally my own imagination, as are the rest of the Homo-Animus that I have written about. I combined the stories of skinwalkers, weres, Sabre Tooth from the X-Men and Cat from the British comedy "Red Dwarf" for the Homo-Felinus. I hope you like them.

To Preserve and Protect

Chapter One

Bobby Singer's mouth fell open as he watched the two creatures play. He honestly thought Henry was crazy this time but the proof of his sanity was in front of the ex-Hunter. Carefully, he put the binoculars up to his eyes to watch them. He could see that they were two males with feline features. Both were wearing jeans and nothing else. They were muscular and lean, Bobby noted. Strong and fast, they moved with a grace that wasn't human. He started to note his observations in his book, feeling not for the first time, strange. He used to Hunt and kill creatures like those down in the field but ever since he became a Man of Letters/Hunter he started to help preserve and protect some of what he had Hunted in the past. Though, he had never run into creatures such as the ones he was watching.

From the information that Henry had given him and Jim, Bobby knew that both males would have tails, whiskers, fangs, claws, and a light covering of fur that could only be seen up close. They had the capacity to learn how to speak but, if what Henry said was true, these two never learned how. The society they usually lived in was called a colony but from what their research showed, the colony that the two males had been associated with was destroyed eighteen years ago by Hunters who opposed anything supernatural. From the looks of the two males, Bobby thought that they probably just opened their eyes when the tragedy happened.

Homo-Felinus were like cats in many regards, not just in appearance but also in how they developed. The pregnancies were short, only about seven months, with the babies born deaf and blind. Around the age of two years, their eyes start to open, they start to hear and they develop milk teeth. Research showed that the kittens, for lack of a better term, were curious, rambunctious, and always in trouble with their parents ever vigilant and protective.

What Bobby really wanted to see was their eyes. According to the books, Homo-Felinus eyes were large and luminous, beautiful and, unfortunately, a prize many Hunters would dig out of the corpses. Teeth and claws were taken to be used as necklaces, charms and bracelets. He knew that some Hunters would take the tongues also since they had special properties as well as being rough. One old Hunter that Bobby had the distinct displeasure of knowing had actually put a dried tongue on a stick to use as a back scratcher. Disgraceful, if you asked him. Even when he was a full time Hunter, Bobby never took trophies, just salted and burned the corpses in respect for the creature.

Because of their eyes and other trophies, the creatures had been heavily hunted throughout history. By the time that the twentieth century had rolled around, the Homo-Felinus were almost wiped out. It took the Men of Letters to make a few safe refuges for the colonies in the twenties but Hunts within the last twenty years had destroyed those sanctuaries. The creatures were all but extinct, the only two left in North America were the ones who were playing in front of Bobby. He was determined that the relocation that was planned would help the two survive. If they did, the race had a chance to survive even if they were both male.

When the colony had originally been established, a Man of Letters had stayed with the creatures to learn more about them. He found that there were actually three sexes instead of the usual two. Females were the obvious sex but the males were divided into two subgroups: the dominants and the submissives. Most males were born dominant, strong enough to keep his mate and offspring safe so when a submissive male was born, he was seen as a special blessing and, for his protection, he was always bonded to a dominant male soon after his birth. The submissive male had both female and male reproductive organs, making him able to conceive and carry babies. It was discovered that the submissive would go into heat for the first time around the age of twenty. Even though he could and usually did have sex before then, it was the first time that he could conceive. Each dominant male in the area would compete with the submissive's bonded for the right to mate with him but, usually, the bonded male would win those contests, proving his worth to the submissive as a protector and provider.

When the submissive first starts to go into heat, the Man of Letters found, he becomes very affectionate and his dominant spent many hours grooming, petting and having sex with him in order to drown the submissive's scent under his own. It was a way of marking and claiming the submissive as his own. The submissive would actually go out of his way to encourage such actions until the actual time he goes into heat then he becomes pliant under the one who claims him as his own, the one who had proved his own worthiness to father the submissive's children. Observations showed that the pair, during the time of mating, could not be disturbed much less moved into a new environment. If the mating was disturbed, the bond was broken between the two males which left the submissive to the mercy of all the other dominants. The other thing that was found was after the mating, when the submissive was pregnant, he had to be left in one place since his pregnancy was fragile. Not many submissive males were able to carry the baby to term, usually losing it during the first couple of months. Even if they were able to keep the pregnancy during such a move, he would end up dying in childbirth.

Knowing all this, Bobby watched the pair closely and frowned. The taller one, that he privately called Tiger, seemed to rub against the shorter one, Ace, a lot. Ace reciprocated the action by holding Tiger down and groomed him with his rough tongue. Bobby took his phone out and made a quick call. Because he was in the forest with no cell service, Henry had made sure he took the sat phone.

"Jim?" Bobby said when the call was answered. "Tell Henry we have a problem. I think the submissive is going to go into heat fairly soon. We need to move them right now if not earlier."

Bobby could hear Jim relaying the information to Henry who asked a question. "He wants to know what kind of behavior the sub is displaying."

"He's rubbing up against the dominant a lot. The dominant is grooming him. Look, we need to move them before he goes into full heat," Bobby said gruffly.

There was some more talking away from the phone before Jim came back. "Okay, Henry says we have some time, probably no more than a week. We have another problem, though, one that will bring Hunters here."

"What's that?"

"Caleb was reading the paper this morning and found that a couple of hikers went missing. According to the article, this had happened once twenty years ago when about twenty hikers and campers went missing. The only thing ever found were torn tents and lots of blood," Jim replied.

"Balls! Sounds like a Wendigo just woke up!" Bobby fumed for a few seconds before asking, "Okay, what does Henry want to do?"

"He says we have to get rid of the Wendigo and make sure those two aren't Hunted. Maybe call Rufus and Joshua since they aren't too far away," Jim said with a sigh. Being part of the Men of Letters had actually fitted the priest to a T since he had always seen things in shades of grey instead of the usual black and white like most Hunters. He hated to Hunt just any supernatural creature without trying to save it first but Wendigos didn't even make his list of ones to help. They were vicious, dangerous, hungry creatures that had the brain of a lizard. Thought a lot like them too, come to think of it, he said to himself. "Caleb's on his way to you so you can have backup if you need it. He's bringing some flare guns, just in case."

"Thanks, Jimmy," Bobby said gratefully. He hated to have his ass hanging in the breeze like it was now. No weapons except for a gun with special bullets made of silver, salt, and blessed iron. Not something that would have much of an effect on a Wendigo. He hung up after a few more pleasantries and went back to watching the pair. What he saw made him blush and wish they could move a bit faster.

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His brother had bumped into him again and it made him feel strange. He tripped his mate and got him on the ground where he could start to groom him again but his brother's scent was tantalizing. He began to sniff his brother all over before he came to the source of the wonderful smell. He wanted to tear his brother's pants off but mindful of how little they had, he gently removed them then went back to sniffing the source of the scent. His brother made wonderful noises as he began to groom that place, making sure to give his brother's member special attention. His brother writhed in joy as he kept going until he noticed another area now giving out a seductive scent. He parted the long legs and started to lick at that source while his brother moaned in ecstasy. Finally, he couldn't stand it and he took out his own member and put it at the entrance of that intoxicating scent. Slowly, as to not hurt his brother, he pushed in until he was all the way to the base. He kept the pace slow just to hear the sounds his brother made until he couldn't stand it then he sped up. When he hit that special spot inside his brother, he grinned wickedly at the loud scream then, adjusting his angle, he kept hitting it until his brother came with a shout. That triggered him and, as he came, he bit his brother on the neck, leaving his mark for the rest of the world to see.

He pulled out then began to clean his brother and noticed a different taste. He became hard again and this time, he noticed his member was very sensitive. When he checked it out he found a small bump on it. He pressed the bump and shivered as a feeling of excitement passed along his spine. He flipped his brother onto his stomach and after moving the beautiful brown tail that graced his brother's backside, he slipped in again but this time he went hard and fast. His brother yowled as he came again and that just got the dominant male to come in his own right while again biting down on that gorgeous neck.

This time, he just cleaned his brother and caressed him until he fell asleep. The dominant stayed awake as a guard, making sure his bonded was safe. While he kept guard, the dominant wondered what was happening. It wasn't the first time he wished there was another of their kind to tell them what was going on. Ever since the massacre, the two brothers had been alone. The dominant had to grow up fast to make sure his brother was safe, fed and warm but most of that was learned by trial and error. His instincts as a protector and provider was fully awakened at the tender age of six as he learned how to take care of a two year old whose eyes were just opening.

He thought about the day his brother was born, the tug on his soul told him and his parents that his brother was his intended. His parents talked to him about the bonding ceremony that would happen a little while after the baby was born and told him that he was lucky. Not many males found a submissive in their own families let alone at all. Submissives, he was told, were very rare and were considered a blessing to not only the birth family but also the mate he was bonded to. Since they were considered brothers, the blessing was tenfold for the family. When the elder came for the bonding ceremony, he had reached for the baby only to have the dominant kitten hiss and growl at him. The elder just smiled and assured the small male that he would never take the baby away but would make sure the child stayed with his mate. The whole colony turned out to witness the bonding and gave their blessings on the family.

Since he was going to be the mate to the baby, the young male learned how to take care of him from the start. Feeding, changing, bathing and playing all became his responsibilities. When the colony was being destroyed, his parents told him to go to the hidden shelter and take his bonded with him. The shelter had everything there that would keep the two young ones alive and was hidden from all. Every family had one but only the two young boys got out alive.

It was after only one summer that they ran out of food and the dominant kitten had to leave his baby brother alone to forage for food. He got very lucky. He found some creatures that looked almost like him that had things he needed for the baby: food, warm clothing and blankets which he took, careful not to wake the sleeping beings up. After that, he kept an eye out for the creatures, stealing food and other supplies when he could. He especially liked the ones who hunted the tall grass-eaters since he could take a couple of the animals to store for the winter. One time, he found what could only be described as a shiny, sharp, large tooth. He took that also and felt relieved since he now had a way to protect his bonded brother.

Then on, the dominant male learned how to take care of his mate like no other male had in the history of their species. He was the submissive's everything and their bond became unbreakable. Not even another male would have been able to take the place of the dominant since the submissive would have fought him off even if it meant death. Usually, submissives would just accept the fact their bonded was not strong enough to fight off other males but circumstances were different for these two. That suited the dominant just fine. He knew that there would never be a problem like that between them and it was a balm to his own aching heart.

The dominant male was pulled from his thoughts at a sound from his beautiful brother. Looking down, he saw the large hazel eyes of love looking back at him. Smiling, he leaned down to kiss his brother, tasting and marking him for his own. After another session of grooming, he let his brother up and they both pulled their pants on before going back to their lair. The dominant groaned as his brother started bumping into him again and he hurried his pace to get them back to safety before he took the submissive again…and again…and again.