Title - Hunters' Legends.

Rating – PG

Words – about 650

A/N – Part of my Lovers, Heroes and Rouges (Blind!Dean) 'verse, but very loosely so. Takes place after Rock N' Roll Band and before Everyday Life.

Summary: When does hunters' gossip becomes a legend?

Here's a question: When does gossip cross the line and turns into legend? And another question: What does it take for simple gossip to become such a legend? Not even those who hunt legends for a living, not even the hunters, know. Tell a story long and often enough, they say, and a legend will be born.

Let's take the gossip that has been going around hunters lately, the story of the Winchesters. Now that? Might be legend material. It is passed from one hunter to another, usually after a few beers, which explain why the details are, shall we say, a bit fuzzy. Or maybe that is because the Winchesters themselves were never the talkative kind, leaving it to others to gather pieces of information to create their story.

It all starts twenty – no, almost thirty – years ago, the story-teller begins. That guy, John Winchester, lived with his wife and kids in suburbia. Was as normal and middle-classed as one could get. That is, until the night the wife (Miriam? Mary? Marian?) was killed by a demon. Damn thing burned both her and the house.

Winchester…he didn't take it well. He used to be a marine in his youth, before he met the Missus, and went back to his old habits. He started digging around, found out things that normal people don't know, shouldn't know, and don't want to know about. Inevitably, he joined the hunters' ranks, becoming a soldier in the war against evil.

That is the point when the other hunter asks what happened to John Winchester's kids. The first hunter sighs, sadly and somewhat drunkenly, and continues the story. The kids, he says, became their father's soldiers. Never staying too long in one place, always at guard. Like Spartans, they were trained in the way of war since their youth.

Winchester killed lots of bad things during those years, but whatever he hunted, he never stopped looking for the demon that killed his wife. Some people might call it obsession, even madness, but the hunters understood, if not approved. After all, one doesn't just get up in the morning and decides he wants to become a supernatural hunter.

Dean was John's elder boy, and he followed his father's footsteps. A natural-born hunter. Sam was the younger. And he…he was a different matter. Ran away at eighteen to some fancy university (Harvard? Stanford?) and only came back when his girlfriend was burned by the demon, just like his mother.

After that, the brothers started hunting again. Were good at it, too. More than once, hunters who put together a pattern arrived to a town, just to find that two young men in a classic car already took care of the problem.

Thing was, the demon didn't target the Winchesters by accident. He was after the younger son. Some say Sam Winchester is just psychic, some say he is part demon. But either way, the demon had plans for him. The Winchesters, of course, had other plans. The brothers lost the first fight, and their father, but they had won the war. Shot the demon with the last bullet from a gun that can kill anything.

There is always a price to pay for victory, though, even as glorious as the Winchesters'. Dean Winchester wasn't seen since their final battle, and neither Bobby Singer nor Ellen Harvelle will tell anyone what happened to him, other than he is still alive.

And Sam? The other hunter asks. I heard that he went back to hunting, he says.

Yes, the first hunter replies. He's back. Doing very well on his own. Maybe too well.

Tragedy, war, and a hard-won victory. The Winchesters will make one hell of a legend…any day now.

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