Sam and Dean Winchester had to have met a lot of people while growing up and traveling across the US. Some of those people became our favorite movie and TV characters. People you'd never expect.

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Nobody saw through his façade. He'd been taught to hide his real self from anyone, even other Hunters like himself, over the years and now that he was normal—or trying to be, at least—he couldn't quite remember how to stop. So he acted innocent and naïve and needy, following his mentor around everywhere as an Intern.

He knew he annoyed his friends at times by being so clingy, but he couldn't help it; he knew the truth about what hid in the shadows and in the darkness. And that he could lose any one of his friends, his family, at anytime because of the things that went bump in the night. So he acted like the innocent one of their group, the one that needed to be taken care of.

He and his older brother had been raised as Hunters— everyone in their family, dating back to when Hunters first appeared, had been one, so even if they hadn't been raised that way, it was still in their blood. They traveled a lot because of it, mostly during the Summer and Spring break. Their father claimed it was because he wanted to spend time with his sons, and since he was an office supplies salesman, he thought the best way to do that was by bringing his boys along with him on his business trips. No one knew they were actually learning how to shoot guns and throw knives.

After he was almost killed by a Demon at age seven, his parents thought it best that they split up for a while. So, telling everyone that they were getting a divorce, his father left and went to help John Winchester and Bobby Singer for a while, looking for the Yellow-Eyed Demon. Their mom still taught them how to kill evil and to speak Latin, but their dad was the one who usually took them Hunting.

However, he wasn't as enthusiastic about Hunting as his brother. So while he still learned, he gradually began focusing more on a different future, one that didn't involve Demons and Werewolves and having to break the law all the time. And when he turned 17 and graduated from High School, he went off to college, knowing that his brother and his father would forgive him eventually.

College was where he met his best friend. His best friend who was normal, and wanted to be a surgeon, and was sort of a jock, so he became the exact opposite—he became the nerdy white boy, who liked girly drinks and called his friend 'Chocolate Bear', himself becoming 'Vanilla Bear'.

They went to the same Med. School, and even got accepted to the same Hospital. And after eight years of living normal, safe life, he still couldn't get fully used to it, but he tried anyways. Except when his father died. He and his brother had told everyone it was a heart attack, but their mother said otherwise—she said it was a Demon by the name of Meg. So, taking a week off, he and his brother Hunted the bitch down and, with the help of the Brothers Winchester, finally killed her. And he went back to the hospital a few days later, trying to ignore the secret thrill he got whenever he Hunted.

Now, though, he really wished the only thing he had to worry about was pretending to be somewhat normal. Instead, he had to worry about the Demon bitch name Lilith, the upcoming Apocalypse, and what the hell the Demons that were attacking his hospital wanted.

With narrowed eyes, he looked at his friends, fear clearly shown in their eyes. Elliot and Carla were holding onto each other, Turk holding onto Carla and Izzy. Dr. Cox and Jordan were in the corner, holding Jack and Jennifer Dylan, trying to keep them quiet. And the Janitor was sitting on the other side of the room with The Todd, Ted, Doug, and Kelso.

They were hiding in an empty room on the first floor, and he knew that their floor was where the head Demon was at. So, without warning, he stood up and pulled out the knife he always secretly carried with him, and ran out the door, ignoring the shouts from his friends. He had to kill as many Demons as possible—there was no way in hell he was going to let them kill his family and quite possibly open another Seal.

After all, he was John Michael Dorian, M.D. Hunter.