Okay, this first chapter is Pastor Jim's POV. I know that the first part is stuff you already know but, you see, this was origanally a school assignment, so I had to explain the situation to a person who doesn't even know what Supernatural is. (I know- Blasphemy!) So yeah. This story does contain Ridley C. James' Brotherhood characters (duh) so, you might wanna read that first... (no really, you should. she flippin' rocks.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, (yay! Kripke!) and I definitley do not own the Brotherhood AU (yay! Ridley!)
Pastor Jim Murphy-
Dean Winchester. This boys life… well, it's something I don't think anyone can explain enough to convey his courage, his strength, his bravery. This boy, his life has been so hard, and much less than ordinary…Dean Winchester was four when his mother was murdered- but not by any normal person- oh no. If only it were that simple. Mary Winchester, his mother, was murdered, by a Demon. And I mean this in no priestly, foreboding, ominous speak, but in all realty, it was a Demon. To some this may seem far-fetched, but it's true. All the things you've heard as a child- the boogieman, vampires, werewolves, and other assortments of things that go bump in the night- are real, as real as you and I. After that horrible night, Dean, his father, John, and his younger brother of six months, Sam, left, and John vowed to avenge Mary's death, and kill the demon who murdered her. John raised Dean on the road for almost a year. Then again, I should rather say he trained Dean. Soon though, John found me, and I helped to train him into a better hunter (what we call people who fight the evil.). All the while, Dean became daddy's perfect soldier. He did every thing his father ordered, and would never dream of disobeying him. His first and foremost rule being: Look out for Sammy, Dean. And look out for Sammy he did. Sam's first words were 'Dean'. John drank for two days straight after hearing it. Don't misunderstand me, John was still their father, and he never mistreated, or hurt them- would never dream of it- but he was certainly lacking in the compassion department. Since I had meet Dean, he couldn't have said more then two sentences to me that didn't involve Sammy. And even then they consisted of: "Sammy's tired" or "Sammy's sleeping." John promised me he had been a happy, active boy, with an imagination that could rival any journalist or cartoon creator, but looking at the boy back then, I could have sworn that boy had died long ago with his mother- that is until we came upon a boy who needed our help. Caleb Reaves was 13 when we found him, and he was a psychic. Oh- and did I mention? He's a half-demon. Dean immediately took a liking to the older boy. He talked to him, smiled at him, and exchanged snarky comments with him. Slowly but surely, Caleb saved Dean, whether Dean would ever realize it or not. And Dean saved Caleb, whether he'll realize it or not. Dean managed to love him, and not care about his demon side. These days, Dean is a dazzlingly handsome twenty-six year old hunter who still looks over his twenty-two year old little brother. Caleb and Dean's relationship is still the strangest I've ever seen. They are like brothers, even closer than Dean and his biological brother, but both refuse to admit even caring for each other (then again, both have a mutual disliking for, as Dean and Caleb have dubbed it: "Chick-flick moments".). Caleb is Dean's hero, and his big brother- his savior. Dean is Caleb's go-to-guy, and his little brother- his savior.
So yeah. Hope Pastor Jim wasn't too OOC... please R&R. John is coming right up!