Title: Winchesters, Good and Bad.
Author: ConnorAndCalifornia
Rating: T, some language
Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Ellen, Jo, ect.
Disclaimers: I don't own Supernatural, but I do own anything that was not on the show.
Summary: AU. Dean and Sam are both married and have families. Dean is 27 and Sam is 24, they quit hunting a while ago, but they made sure their children knew how to fight and shoot guns, just in case. What happens when the yellow eyed demon comes around...for the children and wives???
Note 1: Yes, Wyatt and Chris are from Charmed, but I decided to add them cause I love them so much! (Cali)
Note 2: This is our very first story!
Note 3: Reviews are appreciated!
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Chapter 1. "Teasing"
"Daddy..." a little boy whispered
"Yeah?" Dean asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Make the monster go away." The boy said, looking at his closet.
"What monster?" Dean asked
"A bad one." He answered
"There's no monster." Another boy said from the bed next to his.
"Yeah huh! He has yellow eyes!" the little boy said and Dean paled.
"W-what?" Dean asked
"Yeah, he has yellow eyes and he wears all black...I saw 'im daddy. I swear!" the little boy said
"Chris, are you sure it wasn't a dream?" Dean asked the little boy.
"I'm sure." Chris responded
"Dad, he's crazy. There wasn't a monster in there last night." The elder boy said
"I know Wyatt, cause monsters aren't real." Dean said
"Then why do we train?" Chris asked
"Just to...keep on the alert. Now go to sleep." Dean said
"Alright." Chris mumbled, pulling his covers up. Dean kissed his head and hugged him before doing the same to Wyatt.
"Night guys, sleep tight." Dean said, before turning off the light and he walked down the hall. His brother, Jess and Carmen were in the living room. Surprisingly they all live together. Alone each couple only had enough money for a small apartment or something crappy, but together they had enough money for a very nice house with 4 bedrooms, which was perfect for them.
Jess and Carmen know about hunting and actually trained themselves, still do.
"Chris, uh, he said he saw a monster in his closet last night." Dean stated, sitting down and Sam handed him a beer.
"That's normal for a 5 year old Dean." Sam said
"No Sammy, he said it had yellow eyes." He said and Sam dropped his beer.
"In his closet?" Sam asked his voice quiet.
"Yeah, I just don't know why that son of a bitch would go after him. He's not special, I'm not special, Carmen isn't special, and Wyatt isn't either. I would think he would go after Danny."
"I know." Sam said, frowning.
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Chris was nervously looking around his room. He shares it with his older brother, Wyatt, and normally that makes him feel really safe, but ever since last night...he's terrified to come anywhere near his bedroom.
He slowly took a deep breath and looked at his closet, which was open, and fear engulfed him once more as he saw yellow eyes and a smirk.
"Wy..." Chris whispered and Wyatt groaned. "Wyatt."
"What?" Wyatt snapped and he saw his brother staring at the closet, so he looked and his eyes widened and he jumped out of bed and dragged his brother down the hallway, running as fast as he could.
"DAD!" he shrieked, and he ran on the couch and jumped next to Dean, holding Chris at the same time as they started down the hallway.
"Wyatt, what's wrong?" Dean asked
"He...he...yellow..." Wyatt whispered and he looked up at Dean. "Chris wasn't lying dad."
"Danny!" Sam yelled, and he took off down the hallway, Dean behind him. While Carmen and Jess stayed back with the boys. Sam burst into the room and saw his 6 year old son in his bed. He ran to him and picked him up before they ran back to the living room. Dean grabbed a key and opened a vault and took out the colt.
"Let's go." He said and they walked down the hallway. Sam turned on the light and Dean aimed the gun for the closet, but it was empty. They slowly walked in, looking everywhere. Then Dean opened the closet more and it was still messy and filled with clothes and toys.
"Dean..." Sam said, "Do you smell that?"
"Yeah." Dean said and he ran his middle and index finger along the wooden door and he rubbed his fingers together. "Sulfur."
