I usually hate doing big Author's Notes at the beginning of the story, but I think it's good to give you an idea of what will happen before you read.
First, disclaimer. I don't own Harvest Moon nor Supernatural, none of these characters are mine unless stated so.
Now that's out of the way, I saw a picture on tumblr of a Harvest Moon/Supernatural crossover, and being a fan of both, I fell in love with the idea. I'm basing it off of "A Wonderful Life" Version, since that one was my favorite. I nearly have everyone as who's who, but it's a bit tricky. Also I've decided to have Sam in this later on, but I'm not sure to have him stay or not...I think he might since I love him but we'll see...
Anyways, I have the first three chapters written, and if it goes well I'll add them later. But this fic is my baby, I've worked so hard on it. I designed character's outfits and everything. Also, I decided to make the sprites bad instead of good; they're sort of haunting things for Dean.
But the main ship will be Destiel with slight hints of Dean/Jo and Dean/Lisa (Maybe) anD MAYBE SABRIEL i dunno I don't ship it but who knows.
But anyways, I hope you guys like it! And author's notes won't be this long, hopefully ^^
Once they moved off smooth pavement and on to dirt paths littered with pebbles, Dean knew there was no going back. The familiar towering cityline slowly faded into soft, lolling hills, that reminded the young man of childhood trips. The ride was quiet, except for the occasional snorts and shuffles from the taxi driver and Dean's soft drumming. Apprehension swarmed in his chest; he's given up life at the shop to take care of his father's ranch out in a small town. John passed away a few months back, and Dean finally took on the responsibility as the older brother to take care of it.
He will have help however; the farm wasn't just his father's. It was called the Winchester-Singer Ranch for a reason. Bobby Singer, the man who was pretty much like a father to Dean and his younger brother Sam, would be showing him the ropes of the farm.
John Winchester fell ill to pneumonia back in Winter, and he wasn't able to pass through it. The death didn't effect Dean and Sam as badly as he thought it would, but it still stung because Dean looked up to the man, practically worshipped him. And it didn't lighten the load when Mary died when he was ten. She was caught in a fire, but luckily Dean was able to pull himself and Sammy out. But alas, the farm was given rightfully to Bobby, but he asked for extra hands, knowing he wouldn't be around much longer. Every summer he'd spend time at the farm, but around high school came along they stopped, busy with ordinary things. John took care of it from afar, stopping by to sell things in the city and buying new tools for Bobby.
It surprised him how time flew by so fast, because the driver was hustling him out of his car and reaching for his money in a matter of seconds. Once the dust cleared from the car, Dean raised a hand over his eyes to block the sun, looking at the bit of field before him. Images from visiting here flooded back to him. The farm on to his right was the one where Ellen, Jo, and Ash lived. They supplied most of the town's food and profit. A small smiled laid over, and he was just about to stop by to get in a quick hello, his pocket buzzed. Pulling out his phone, he smiled even more at the caller I.D.
"Hey Sammy-yeah, I just got here actually." Dean rambled on to his brother, crossing a bridge that gained way to the main center of town, but before was the farm. "Hey, look, I'm here now-yeah, nothin's changed. Look I'll call you later, alright? Yeah sure, love you too. Bye." The green eyed man hung up, walking up to the gates to be greeted by Bobby.
"What took you so long, boy?"
"Nice to see you too, Bobby."
The older man just smiled, pulling Dean into a hug and muttering his trademark 'idjit' insult. With a final pat on the back, Bobby lured him inside. "I suppose I hafta show you were you're gunna be sleepin', huh?"
Dean took in the sight, smiling. A few buildings were set around, a small house near the entrance, a barn across, a house in the corner, and a chicken coop was scattered about. In the middle was a pasture with a tree, and a few flower beds laid here and there. He stayed quiet while Bobby gave the tour, jogging notes into his memory. The food storage was located right besides Bobby's house, where he could sell what they produced back at the city or just keep it for themselves. He introduced them to the animals in the barn; which surprised Dean that they didn't have names.
So Dean took it upon himself to name the animals. A sweet, gold cow laid down, and that one he decided to name 'Stevie' after Stevie Nicks, one of his favorite musicians. Another one was a large grey bull, with horns that looked bigger on any one he's seen, and steel blue eyes. Eastwood seemed to fit the brute, and Dean gave it a pat before walking over to the goat. Looking at the beard on that thing, all he could think of was Z. Z. Top. Zeze would do for now, and taking a look at the sheep, Dean gave her the name Halen. The newest farmer seemed to get along with the bard critters, which amused Dean greatly.
After the two spent their time in the barn, Bobby warned him about the chickens that escaped every so often and the ducks that visited the pond. Soon after, the men went on a small tour of the village. What intrigued him the most was the inn keepers: Young in age, but managed greatly. Anna Milton seemed to be the one in charge, quiet with a steady voice (She was a tad bit nerving if you asked Dean, but he did find the dark cherry hair and wide green eyes attractive) and younger sister to Balthazar. He found it odd that the older sibling looked nothing alike, aided with an English accent on top of that. He sent off the pretentious douche bag type, but talking to him he was quite interesting, also explaining he grew up in England while Anna grew up somewhere else.
The one who surprised Dean the most was Gabriel Novak, cousins to the Milton's. Finding him in the kitchen of the inn, unwrapping the cover to a kitkat bar. He said he ran away from home a while ago and escaped here, while his older brothers worked in the city. Mischievous and a bit chipper with Dean, he could talk on and on, and could always find himself having a good time. At the mention of Dean's little brother, Gabriel chirped up about how his little brother moved with him too, but he was sleeping at the moment. He also explained how his father lived right down the lane with his little brother Samandriel and his new girlfriend Becky. Him and his ex wife split a long time ago, and she lived back in the city. Dean was impressed by how big the family was in such a small town.
Bobby grunted to signal it was getting late and they should head back home. Dean shot a glance at the clock and didn't even realize he spent that much time there. The two waved at the three, and walked out. They headed on their way back, but something felt...odd. As if he was being watched. Looking up, he swore there was these two eyes, two eyes that looked like a stormy sea, but the curtains ruffled slightly. He blinked to see if he was going crazy, but nothing was at the window.
Bobby said his good night and told him a few more things about the town before he did so. Dean took one long gaze at his new home before stepping inside the cabin.
That night he watched a bit of T.V. and celebrated by himself with a can of beer, before heading to bed. His dreams that night were filled with short memories of a younger him and a younger Sam chasing each other in the field, wile a youthful John and Mary watched them happily.
