Hello! So, this is my first crossover story from Supernatural x Harry Potter in English, and I hope you guys enjoy it.

First things first, I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter, I'm just playing with them for a while. And this is the only time I'll put on a disclaimer, so, please, memorize it. Thank you.

The story will seem a bit 'what the HELL is going on', but I swear every little bit of information will be explained in time. Don't worry.

The name of the story comes from the song by Styx, Renegade, which plays at the end of one of my favorite episodes from season 2, Nightshifter.

I do hope you enjoy the story, I'll be changing HP's storyline, as well as Supernatural's, but I won't be posting it episode by episode.

WARNINGS!

READ THEM!

This story will be SLASH. If you don't like it, please, turn around, hit the back button, close your window, anything, just DO NOT read it.

This may be considered incest. Depending on the way you look at it, things here MAY seem as incest, or not. Is adoptive brothers being together considered incest? I'm not sure. He.

There will be mature scenes and language. I'm not much of a fowl mouth myself, but, hello, Supernatural isn't exactly a Sunday school vocabulary, and I'll try to keep it up.

Flames will be answered in kind. I'm all for constructive criticism, but, please, poise and elegance, folks.

There's a banner for the story, that can be found here: (just take off the spaces) http : / / i930 . photobucket . com / albums / ad142 / DarkW / MyCovers / renegades . gif

Other than that, I just hope you guys have fun.


Renegades

Far Away From Home

John closed his duffle bag trying to be as silent as possible, so as not to disturb the boys who were sleeping in their beds. Taking one last look around the room, he put the bag on his shoulder, and tried to be quiet as he left. His sons would know he'd come back soon, and he would die before admitting he always left when they were asleep because it was just so much easier not having to say goodbye.

But just like most nights, his silent leave was not to be. Just as he touched the doorknob, he heard soft footsteps. Looking back, his eyes fell on black hair, just like his, and eyes so green he could see them shining even in the dark.

"Are you leaving on a hunt?" the boy asked softly, his childish voice nothing but a whisper in the cold dark room.

"Yes. Now go back to bed, before you catch a cold." He said in what he hoped was a stern – but not a distant - voice.

"Can't we come with you? We're big now, me and Dean. We could help."

"You know the rules. You help me here, and when you're all old enough you can come along. But only when all of you are old enough."

The boy sighed, having heard that argument many times before.

"Okay. Good night, dad."

"Good night, son. Take care."

"I'll take care of Sammy, and Dean will take care of me. We'll be fine."

John gave a rare smile to the child, and watched as he soundlessly made his way to the bed he shared with Dean.

"Goodnight, Alex." he said, closing the door behind him.

John Winchester was a hunter, before and above everything else, even a father. His three sons were going to be hunters just like him – not because he thought this was a good life for them, but because he wouldn't bear losing them to the world. He was a man of few words and even less shows of affection, but he loved his three boys with every ounce of his being, even if one of them wasn't his by blood.

Alexander Winchester was with him since the boy was a little over three. The day his house had been burnt down by a demon, he found the boy inside his son's nursery, as if he'd been there all along. At that moment, he knew nothing about the Supernatural. About demons, and werewolves, and witches, and curses. He had been a simple man, with a lovely wife, and two great sons. He saved the kid because he could.

To the day of his death, John would thank the fact that he wasn't then the man he was now. Had he been John Winchester, the Hunter, he would never have taken in a child found in the place his wife had just being murdered. He didn't know what he would have done – he didn't even like to think about it – but he sure as hell wouldn't have taken Alex in.

The kid stayed with him that day simply because he had nowhere else to go. The day Missouri had told him all about the Supernatural, all she could to help, she also told him to keep the child. To raise him as one of his own. She had said that single child would change their lives in ways unimaginable – and so John kept him.

His adoption hadn't been exactly legal, but he was John's son in all but blood. Ironically, Alex was the only one of the kids who had his hair – black and messy – while Sam's was straight and light, and Dean's was blond, like Mary's, perhaps a few shades darker, it was too short to judge properly.

Now, four years after that day, John had his hands full with three boys, from nine, seven and five to take care of, but he managed. He always did, and always would.

Alex knew he was adopted, and also knew no one was sure where he had come from, or who he had been before the day he became Alexander Winchester. He enjoyed the life they lived as only a child could, thinking the dingy motels and fast-food diners were fun. Having two little brothers helped Dean deal with a lot, mainly because Sam wasn't his responsibility alone – he could always count on Alex for help.

John knew it wasn't fair on the boys that they had to raise themselves. That Dean was better at changing diapers than he ever was, that Alex knew how to tell bedtime stories when he should be the one who had them told to him, but he had sworn he would catch the demon who had ruined all their lives, and he would make him pay. The hunter was sure that Alex had been one of the demon's victims too, and his revenge was for his sake too. Their lives weren't a fairy tale, or even a good life, but it was what he could offer.

Not even once had John thought he should put the boys up for adoption, giving them a chance at a normal life. Not even once had he thought they could have wanted something more from their father other than a promise to make their mother's killer pay.

John Winchester had always been absolutely sure he knew his children well, he knew what they needed from him, and he struggled to give it to them.

But John Winchester was, after all, only human.

And humans are known for making mistakes.

.x.

Alex had just listened the door shut at his father's back, when he heard his brother whispering.

"Is dad gone?" Dean asked, in a low, but almost angry voice. Alex turned in bed so that he could see his brother's face in the moonlight.

"Yeah. If you were awake, why didn't you say goodbye?" Alex whispered back. Dean had a frown on his face, and Alex started thinking what could have been wrong.

"He left in the middle of the night because he didn't want us to see him going. So I didn't say goodbye, because I should be asleep."

"But you weren't", Alex pondered, "That's kind of lying."

"No it isn't", Dean said back.

"It is."

"Isn't!"

"It is!"

"Shut it, you'll wake Sam up", Dean chided; just like he did every time he was losing an argument. Being the biggest brother counted for something.

Not that biggest meant older, he thought.

Alex was seven, and Sam was five. They were both almost the same size, and Dean was sure if the difference between him and Sam wasn't so big, he would be smaller than his brother.

He had heard his dad saying that Alex was shorter because he didn't have their blood – maybe Alex's other parents were short too.

"Do you think dad will be fine?" Alex whispered a few moments later, seeing his brother still had his eyes open.

"Dad's always fine, Alex, you know that."

"Yeah, he's like a superhero", the younger boy said, with a big smile, that made Dean smile too. He enjoyed having someone to talk to like this. Sammy was too young, and he just didn't understand things that Alex did.

"We should get back to sleep" Dean said, trying to be responsible. He had to. He was the oldest.

"I would have if you weren't hogging up the whole bed. I don't have space", Alex complained, moving a little, trying to be more comfortable.

"Then go and sleep with Sam. He's smaller than us", Dean answered, turning his back on his brother, and smirking. He knew what was going to happen.

"Sammy kicks. All night long. Last time I slept in his bed, I woke up all bruised."

"Then stop complaining about me."

Alex could swear he could hear his brother's smirk.

"Dean."

"What, Alex?"

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Just another normal night with the Winchesters.

So, what do you think? Who is Alex (ha, as if you don't know it)? Did you enjoy it? Do I continue it? Let me know!

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