Okay, just wanted to write a short one. This one is set in the 2040's or something like that...
Hope you enjoy.
"Have you ever heard the story of the Winchester brothers, John?" I asked across the bar. The guy on the other barstool shrugged.
"Maybe?"
I eyed him suspiciously. He introduced himself as a hunter, but he didn't know of the legends?
"It was back way back when. From the 1980's all up to the middle of the 2030s."
The guy on the other stool listened carefully.
"They were raised by their father, after their mother was killed by a demon. Their dad was a good hunter, but not the greatest father. They weren't raised, they were trained."
The guy to my left lifted his beer to his lips, and took a shallow sip.
"Dean, the oldest one, started hunting before he hit junior high. Sacrificed himself time and time again, never selfish. Sam was always coined the smart one, he went to Stanford, but got drawn back into hunting when his girlfriend was killed by the same demon who killed their mother."
"I think I've heard of them…" the other hunter said with a deep tone. "But I could always hear it once more…"
I smiled, then continued. "They traveled all across the country in a black muscle car. I think it was a '67 Impala. A couple of years after 2005, when the brothers started hunting together again, hunters across the country started speaking their names. Some out of hate, some out of admiration."
The guy smiled a crooked smile. "What more?"
"They had their ups and downs. Some say they started the apocalypse more than once, but they cleaned up the messes they made. One thing was for sure, they left the world a safer place."
"They were good men." The hunter winked, a cocky grin on his face.
"As far as the stories go, they were. Even if they raised a little hell every now and then." I sighed, heavily. "They were active hunters, did a damn fine job. Then they disappeared in 2036. No one has heard from them since… The greatest hunters to ever live."
I looked up at the hunter on the other stool. His grin had disappeared, it was replaced by a tear trailing down his right cheek.
"You okay?" I asked.
"My father taught me everything I know… He was just as fine a hunter as the stories say… My uncle was just as smart… Just as great."
I looked over at the stranger, puzzled.
"Dean was my dad… He died, selling his soul for me, Bobby and Mary."
My jaw dropped, I brushed my long blonde hair away before I focused on him. "You are…"
"John Winchester Jr." he wiped away the stray tear. "And thank you, Emma, for telling me the story…"
Okay... Hope you liked it!