Ah, it's almost new year. So what better way to bring in 2016 than a new story? Hi, hello, to all the newbies and regulars of mine out there. As always, I'm Simplyxlovely who enjoys writing for multiple fandoms and my latest venture is Supernatural. It's gonna be a long ride so ramblers, let's get rambling!

What you need to know beforehand: we're starting from the very beginning with an main OC and some AU stuff thrown along the way. This will most definitely be a big series which makes Saints + Fiends part I (season one, episode one—episode twenty two).

-Saints + Fiends

-Paring(s): Sam Winchester/OC/Dean Winchester

-Rating: T (currently) for language, suggested violence, and slight adult situations

-TV-based

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. The characters belong to their creator, Eric Kripke. I only own the OCs introduced.

chapter one:

"you see, i'm trying to find my place.."

—misguided ghosts, paramore

In an old apartment building near Stanford University, a couple were getting ready for the annual Halloween party at the local college bar..well, more like one of them had. Jessica Moore, a beautiful blonde, currently was dressed in a provocative nurse costume. She was almost finish, adding the last piece atop her head. The young woman called out to her less-than-enthusiastic boyfriend, Sam Winchester.

"Sam. Get a move on, would ya? We're supposed to be there, like, 15 minutes ago." No response came as she was clearly being ignored. She tried again, more persistence. "Sam. You comin' or what?"

He appeared in the doorway of their bedroom then. "Do I have to?"

"Yes. It'll be fun." she smiled. He rolled his eyes, coming inside with regular clothes on. "And where's your costume?"

Sam laughed humorlessly. "You know how I feel about Halloween."

Even so, he was still dragged along to the party. There was an important reason Halloween wasn't a favorite holiday to him. But that was part of a past he didn't want to discuss or think about anymore. Instead, he tried to have fun as much fun as he could.

"So, here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory." toasted his girlfriend along with their friend who was currently dressed a zombie and already very drunk.

"All right, all right." Sam brushed off, tapping drinks. "It's not that big a deal."

Jess rolled her eyes. "He acts all humble but he scored but he scored a 174."

"Is that good?" their friend questioned.

"Scary good."

"So there you go." Sam was patted on the shoulder in congrats. "You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want."

"Actually, I got an interview here, Monday."he informed him, "If it goes okay, I think I've got a shot at a full ride next year."

"Hey. It's gonna go great." Jessica reassured.

"It better." smirked Sam though he was a bit nervous it wouldn't. A strange gut feeling told him that but he tried to disregard it with yet another shot.

"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?" his pal wondered curiously.

"Ah, they don't know." he was told. Well, not completely true. There was one person he informed via text from his past who he still keep in contact with now and then. They weren't family by blood but the two had been close. Even when he left home, they were the only one who wished him luck and happiness with a warm hug and smile. When Sam found out, they were the first person before Jess he told..though he still hadn't received a reply. With that reminder, concern filled him as he hoped they were okay.

"Don't know? I would be gloating. Why not?"

"'Cause we're not exactly the Bradys." Sam replied with a toss of popcorn.

"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables." the guy informed drunkenly, "More shots."

"No!" his companions denied, thinking he had more than enough. But he didn't listen, heading to the bar anyway.

"Hey, seriously, I'm proud of you." Jessica told her boyfriend once they were alone. "And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday, and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it."

"What would I do without you?" he smiled, staring at her with utter adoration.

"Crash and burn." she replied simply before kissing him which he happily accepted and gave back. When they pulled apart, she went to check on their friend to make sure he didn't get alcohol poisoning. He watched her go with a goofy smile before all of a sudden, a light brush to his arm that caused a warmth to flow through his body brought him out of his lover daze. Sam quickly spun around in his seat but found no one there.

He laughed with a shake of his head, uttering. "What am I thinking? That couldn't have been.." His voice trailed off as hazel eyes landed on a note tucked under an unopened bottle of beer. He hurriedly picked it up and read the familiar loopy handwriting—

Just a heads up, expect a blast from the past soon. Hear them out because it'll be important.

P.S. Congrats on your LSAT & Interview, sugar. Proud of you.

xx

His gaze shot up and into the crowd once done. He managed to briefly spy exiting through the door was woman with shoulder-length brown hair wearing devil horns while dressed in a leather jacket and faded blue jeans. Sam was out of his seat before the door had even shut, pushing through fellow party goers like a man possessed. The young man ignored the exclaims and drunken profanities thrown his way. No, all that matter to him now was that mysterious woman.

He burst outside into the startlingly quiet night and frantically searched around, hoping..praying she was still there. But of course, she wasn't. She had a strange talent at not being found. His mouth went to call out when a hand touched his arm. Spinning on his heel, a smile formed on his face as Sam thought it was her but instead met with his concerned girlfriend.

Jessica looked up at him. "Hey, you okay, babe?"

He sighed, dropping his smile momentarily. "Yeah..Sorry, I just thought I saw someone I knew."

"Oh. It's okay." she said, visibly relaxing. "I was coming back to the table and saw you take off. Thought something bad had happen."

"No, everything's fine." her boyfriend reassured, kissing her forehead. He then grinned mischievously. "Hey, what do you say we head home and continue the party there?"

She giggled, wrapping her arm around his waist. "Sure, let's go." The couple walked away then, chatting lightly.

On the other side of the street in a dark alley, the lit end of a cigarette flared as the owner—none other than the woman with the devil horns—took a drag while observing the loving pair.

"All grown up and happy now." she smirked with slight contrite, "Too bad his new life has to be interrupted..tsk, I just hope you're happy with yourself now, John."

Back home, long after the party, the couple now slept. All was quiet until a loud thud startled Sam awake. He slowly got up without waking Jess too before stealthy walking around their apartment in the dark for any sign of danger. In one of the rooms, he discovered a window had been opened, confirming that there was an intruder.

The young man stilled in the hall and searched for some sort of movement or shadow. He got his wish—a figure hurriedly walked by at the other end. He took a shortcut through another room to wait til the possible threat passed again. When they did, Sam wasted no time and attacked. The person fought back with skills that almost matched his own but better as he was soon pinned down to the floor.

"Whoa, easy, tiger. Heheh." said a familiar voice. Showing his face in the bit of moonlight from the windows, Sam stared up at him, shocked.

"Dean?!" It was his older brother, Dean Winchester. "You scared the crap out of me."

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." he smirked, only to have their positions reverse. A breathless chuckle escaped him. "Or not..Get off me." Sam complied and helped up him.

"Dean, what the hell are you doing here?" the younger Winchester questioned, still bewildered by his sudden appearance. Then again, that day seemed to be the day the past came back like the rising undead.

"I was looking for a beer." his older brother jested casually. The other rolled his eyes, ever the sarcastic joker Dean was.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he repeated in a dead tone.

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone?"

"If I had called," noted Dean with a raised brow, "Would you have picked up?"

Before he could reply, his girlfriend's voice called his name before the light were turned on to reveal her in the doorway. A confused Jessica stood staring at the boys, having woke upon hearing their fighting.

"Jess, hey." her boyfriend greeted while his brother just blatantly ogled at her; much to his chagrin. "Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

"Wait." she said, surprised. "Your brother, Dean?"

"I love the Smurfs." blurted Dean with a wide grin, referring to her shirt. He walked over to her then as he tried to lay his charm on her. "You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league." Another about his sibling was he could be considered a playboy. There wasn't a time he didn't have some fling with a girl every couple of towns the family stopped in. Their childhood friend would always scold him for doing so too.

"Stop sowing your wild oats every chance you get, Dean." she told with crossed arms and a fixed glare. "You'll end up catching something."

He tossed a grin their way. "Relax, mom. I play it safe."

"That's not the point. Just turn your urges to something more productive." A young Sam watched as his brother walked over with his usual bow-legged swagger to stand in front of their friend.

"Like what, you? Because I'd be more than happy to comply if given the chance." That remark was then met with a hard fist to his left eye that resulted in a hairline fracture in his brow bone and a black-and-blue that lasted a good two weeks.

Sam chuckled mentally at the memory before tuning back into the conversation. "Just let me put something on." Jess said then, moving to leave but was stopped.

"No, no, no. I wouldn't dream of it, seriously." Dean stepped away, heading back towards his brother. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No." Sam told as he went and stood by his girlfriend instead. "No. Whatever you wanna say you can say it in front of her."

"..Okay." the eldest Winchester drawled before informing, "Um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So he's working overtime on a 'Miller Time' shift." his younger brother replied with indifference. "He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

"Dad's on a hunting trip." clarified Dean cryptically; his tone oddly calm. "And he hasn't been home in a few days." Sam's face went blank, realizing how serious the situation was now and remembering the note at the party as well.

—Just a heads up, expect a blast from the past soon. Hear them out because it'll be important.

Because the term hunting took on a completely different meaning with the Winchesters. There was no killing of bears or deers but spirits and demons instead. They were hunters of the supernatural, destroying any that may cause harm to innocent, clueless humans across America. No super-human powers involved. The brothers were just 'normal' boys out doing a civil service.

"Jess, excuse us.." the younger Winchester told, strain evident in his voice. "We have to go outside."

"I mean, come on," Sam scolded while following his brother down the stairs to his car. "You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you."

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing." Dean stressed, "I need you to help me find him."

"Remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gate in Clifton? He was missing then too. He's always missing and he's always fine."

"Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?"

"I'm not." the younger Winchester refused firmly.

"Why not?" Dean paused at the bottom step, giving a baffled expression. He couldn't understand his brother's lack of enthusiasm at helping his family. Family used to mean so much to him..he wondered what had changed; just like Sam's decision to suddenly leave.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good."

The eldest Winchester rolled his green eyes, walking away. "Come on, it wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad."

"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet," he pointed out, "He gave me a .45."

"What was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old! He was suppose to say 'Don't be afraid of the dark.'"

"Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you kidding me?" his older sibling scoffed, incredulous. "Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."

"Yeah, I know but still. The way we grew up after Mom was killed," the youngest ranted angrily, "And Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her. But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."

"Saved a lot of people doing it too." he was reminded.

Hazel eyes stared at him, doubtful. "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" A response wasn't given as Dean stormed away. The topic of their mother was always a sensitive one. Sam knew this well but felt he needed to get his words across to his only sibling. "The weapon training? And melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."

"So what are you gonna do?" The two finally made it to Dean's car—a '67 black, four-door Chevy Impala. The machine still looked in mint condition since the last time he saw it. No doubt because his brother who loved the car like it was his very own child. "You gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

"No, not normal." he corrected, "Safe."

"And that's why you ran away. Tsk." Dean shook his head, earning a disbelieving look.

"I was just going to college." Sam told, "It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone..and that's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now," the eldest noted, "If he's not dead already. I can feel it." They stared at each other for a moment. "I can't do this alone."

Sam knew that wasn't true. "Yes, you can."

"Yeah..well, I don't want to." his brother reluctantly admitted.

With a heavy sigh, the youngest gave in. "What was he hunting?" Pleased, Dean proceeded to open his trunk and lift the false bottom, revealing an arrangement of various weapons and items.

"All right." he muttered to himself, rubbing his hands together before searching. "Now where the hell did I put that thing?"

"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?"

"I was working my own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans."

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" his brother inquired with surprise.

Green eyes glanced at him, briefly stopping his search. "I'm 26, dude." He then pulled out some print out articles from a folder. "All right. Here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane black top just outside of Jericho, California." One was handed to Sam. "About a month ago, this guy—they found his car but he vanished, completely MIA." The article was titled 'Centennial Highway Disappearance' and the man missing was named Andrew Carey.

"So maybe he was kidnapped?"

"Yeah, well, here's another one in April, another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of them over the past twenty years." The eldest snatched the article back and returned all back into the folder. "All men, all the same five-miles stretch of road. It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I haven't heard from him since which is bad enough." A tape recorder was removed from the various items. "Then I get this voice mail yesterday."

It was played with a bit of static interference—

"Dean. Something is starting to happen. I think it's serious. I need to try and find out what's going on. It may be..looking..Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."

"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam inquired once it finished.

"Not bad, Sammy." smirked Dean; glad to see even with his time away, he hadn't lost his skills. "Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it? All right, I slowed the message down and ran it through a Goldwave. Took out the hiss and this is what I got."

"...I can never go home..." was whispered ominously in a female voice.

"Never go home." repeated the youngest Winchester.

"You know, in almost two years, I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." the eldest stated, closing the trunk now before taking a seat on it.

"..All right. I'll go." he agreed at last, "I'll help you find him. But I have to get back here first thing Monday. Just wait here."

"What's first thing Monday?"

"I have this..I have an interview."

"What, a job interview? Skip it."

"It's a law school interview." clarified Sam, "It's my whole future on a plate."

"Law school?" Dean repeated, quite impressed.

"So we got deal or not?" His brother raised his hand in an 'all right' gesture. Satisfied, he turned to head back to his apartment but stopped. There was one more thing he needed to know..

"Dean?"

Said person leaned his head back to glance at him. "Yeah?"

Hazel eyes peered over. "You came alone, right?"

"I did." the eldest Winchester answered, confused by the random question. "Why you asking?"

"It's just.." Sam paused for a moment, "Earlier tonight, I was at a party and I got this note out of nowhere. It was a warning letting me know you'd come—well, not you exactly but someone." The other sibling, abruptly unsettled by this news, pushed himself off the trunk and stood across his brother. His face harden; hunter mode switching on.

"Did you see who it was?"

"I did briefly." A silence fell between them for a moment then as the younger wasn't sure if he should go on.

"Damn it! Spit it out already, Sammy!" Dean demanded, growing impatient.

"They looked like Sasha!" he shouted back. The two stared at each—Sam waiting for the others' response and Dean appearing surprised and slack-jawed a tad. "..That's why I thought you weren't alone. Plus, you said you were doing a voodoo case and that's her expertise—"

His blond head slowly shook no, seeming strangely conflicted. "No..Sash'..She couldn't know. She hasn't been around much since.."

It was his younger brother's turn to become impatient. "Since what? Is she all right?"

"Yeah, she's fine last I heard and that was awhile ago." he was at last told, "Sasha went to do her own thing a little after you left." Sam blinked, taken off-guard. She didn't stay with Dean and their dad? Why? "She still hunts though. Keep us update on anything she possibly finds about the demon. So, yeah, there's no way she could have known unless—"

"She was involved with whatever the hell happen to Dad." Sam finished, eyes narrowing. "..I'll be back down in ten minutes." Before his brother could say more, he spun on his heel and rushed back the way the two came with one thought in mind.

"Sasha..please be all right."

Back in his shared apartment again, Sam, having changed clothes, prepped discreetly a hunter's bag for the road.

"Wait, you're taking off?" Jessica questioned, coming into their bedroom from the bathroom. "Is this about your Dad? Is he all right?"

"Yeah, you know, just a little family drama." he reassured her with a white lie.

"Your brother said he was on some kinda hunting trip."

"Ah yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin and probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. We're just gonna go bring him back."

"What about the interview?" his girlfriend mentioned then.

"I'll make the interview." he promised her with a smile, grabbing his bag and heading from the door. "It's only for a couple of days."

"Wait, Sam. Stop for a second." Jess called. He complied, turning back to face his concerned girlfriend. "You sure you're okay?"

The young man scoffed with a laugh. "I'm fine."

"It's just..you won't even talk about your family and now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend the weekend with 'em? And with Monday coming up which is kinda a huge deal—"

"Hey. Everything's gonna be okay. I will be back in time, I promise." Sam kissed her on the cheek before hurrying away.

"At least tell me where you're going?!" she called after him, only to receive a shouted 'I'll see you in two days!'

..to be continued..

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