Okay so someone on Supernatural Amino had made a post crossing over Hamilton and Supernatural, matching SPN characters with people in Hamilton and I was like huh, part of me wants to write this AU and Luci (the person who made the post) said I should do it and here it is. You don't need to have listened to Hamilton or know what its about while reading this. This is basically an AU where the people in the musical are replaced with SPN characters (ie. Hammy is Sam and Burr is Crowley and such forth) and each chapter will be one song from the album. I'll also be including the deleted songs that didn't make it into the cast album like Congratulations and Let it Go (yes, there is a song called Let it go). Warnings and pairings will be put before each chapter set specifically for that chapter and I hope you guys like this cause I have tons of ideas for this!

Also, keep in mind this does follow the musical, so there are historical inaccuracies. Disclaimers, Hamilton: An American Musical belongs to the talented Lin-Manuel Miranda. Any lyrics taken from the musical are not mine.

Pairings: Mary Winchester/John Winchester, Mary Winchester/Azazel (past)

Warnings: death, non graphic mention of suicide, natural disaster (hurricane), abandonment by a parent, illness, historical inaccuracies

Chapter Song: Alexander Hamilton

Ch. 1: What's Your Name Man?

Through history, one question always remained, bouncing around in the minds of many: will they tell my story? A harmless question, and yet it was all about the idea of having a legacy, of being remembered for something even long after you died. And for many, they had a legacy that outlived them, surviving decades after their passing with monuments and names featured in the history books studied still to this day. They had films or appeared in other forms of media, and people knew their name, knew of their deeds. But not everyone was so lucky. Many became reduced to a name mentioned in the footnote of the stories about the greats, their stories and accomplishments lost despite the efforts of many.

That was the case for one individual, a man by the name of Samuel Winchester. He had been an immigrant with a difficult past that often lead even the most dedicated historians to ask, how did a man like him, a bastard child of a whore and scotsman grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

He was he man on the ten dollar bill, a founding father often mistaken for a president - but he never was -, is story hidden from the spotlight despite how big his achievements were. Perhaps this was due to his enemies had tried their hardest to destroy his reputation after his death, ultimately leading to America forgetting about him.

But how could they forget how much he overcame in the end, how he rewrote the whole game?

Because he had been born of illegitimate birth, the youngest son of two to Mary Campbell Winchester and John Winchester. Due to this, he was labelled a bastard child, along with his older brother Adam. They lived on the island of Nevis in St. Croix, a small island in the Caribbean, a place where Sam's hardships had first started. Money had been no easy thing for the Winchester family, and they often struggled to make ends meet, to make enough to feed their sons. It was during the time when money became extremely tight that rumours began to circulate their town, whispers of Mary being a whore passed from ear to ear. In hushed voices. Talk of her previous husband, an Azazel Campbell, whom she had been married to on a different island elsewhere in the Caribbean, only to leave him and later fall in love with John, a charming scotsman. It had been a sudden thing, which was probably why many began to think of her is such horrid ways, sneering at the young women. But Mary didn't allow for the whispers to get to her. They did however add another title for Samuel Winchester - he was now the bastard whoreson.

Still, regardless of money, they did their best to try to make their children bright young men, though the titles the Winchester children carried proved to make things difficult. Many educators turned their noses up at the Winchester boys, showing no kindness and refusing to teach them, and those few who offered prior to the rumours turned them away quickly, not wanting to be tarnished by having taught such children. So for the first few years, both Sam and Adam were taught the basics at home. It wasn't the greatest, but Sam survived, and often found himself seeking out other means to further educate himself. The youngest Winchester read every book he could get his hands on, soaking up as much information as he could like a sponge.

Eventually though, they had been lucky and John found a willing tutor for the boys to learn. And, for a while, things were perfect. But like all good things in Sam's life, this happiness was short lived.

At age 10 his father received a letter from his family back in Scotland, stating how after the death of his father, the family estate had been handed over to him. A large sum of money was also in his possession back in Scotland and John hardly hesitated before packing his bags without a word, without a note and leaving. He had had a rather strained relationship with his family prior to the death of his father, most of them disagreeing with him marrying a women like Mary after having met her in the Caribbean, so to having this promise of wealth and comfort handed so easily, John took it. He viewed it as a sort of forgiveness, a welcoming back into the family and after the last few years of hardship, it seemed much more ideal. So he left behind his family to deal with the debts, running back to his homeland and never being heard from again.

The remaining Winchesters were left with hardly enough to survive, even less than what they had had when John was still with them, struggling to keep afloat. Their main provider of money was gone and Mary was now left caring for two young boys as well as making enough money. The absence of John hit them hard and had left Sam feeling hurt and confused by his father's actions, often spending the first few months crying and asking why he wasn't coming home. Adam, on the other hand, being much closer to their father became withdrawn and quiet, trying to find a way to step in the empty place his father had created, but at the same time, becoming distant.

But, despite all the pain that came with their father leaving, Sam survived.

Just as things began to look up for the family, Samuel grew ill, having caught some sickness that left him bedridden with a fever. Their mother began to dedicate herself to her youngest, trying her best to help him get better, but being so overworked and tired herself from her two jobs - she had, since John's absence, taken on another job cleaning and would often come home tired to the bone because of it -, it was no surprise she fell victim to the illness as well. Because of this, Adam was left trying to make enough money for medicine for his family as well as tending to them in hopes of breaking the fevers before their conditions worsened. But their fevers didn't break, instead lasting for days, the two lying in their sweat in their mother's worn out bed, skin pale and shiny.

They were sick for weeks, and by the time Adam had managed to get enough money for medicine, it was still barely enough for both of them. Every coin earned went to getting the medication for the two ill Winchesters, but it hardly seemed to work. After all, the doctor informed Adam one evening after checking on them, that there was a huge chance they would not survive, bodies too weak to fight against the disease without the aid of medication. But still Adam did his best - though secretly all the medication when to Sam, not that Mary let either of the boys notice.

After being sick for weeks on end, Sam knew this was it. He knew he was slowly dying as he laid in the bed beside his mother, shivering as chills racked his body. Sweat drenched bed sheets were loosely tossed over the two of them, but they were useless in helping. "Mamá," Sam whispered quietly, voice barely heard as he shifted weakly, turning to face his mother.

Her breaths were raspy and uneven, barely audible as she struggled to remain alive. Looking at her, a voice in his mind began to murmur.

'This is it,' his fever riddled brain told him. 'You're dying.' And he knew he was. But he was terrified of the fact that he was, as he was far too young to die - even though here many died young -, not yet satisfied with what he had done. He wanted to do something more, be more than just the bastard whore's son, and the thought of not being able to do all that left him feeling scared. He didn't want to die yet.

But after month and a half of lying in bed with a horrid fever, throwing up anything solid that made it's way to his stomach, Sam began to show improvements in his health, slowly fighting back against the illness. The medicine proved to be helping, destroying the virus that plagued his body.

"A miracle," the doctor had murmured, the first positive thing said in relation to the condition of the Winchesters in ages, and Adam smiled weakly, exhausted from lack of sleep and worry that dragged him down the last few weeks. All would be fine, he believed. But Mary, unlike her son, had not been so lucky.

Due to her constantly giving up most, if not all of her medication to her fever stricken child, her body was unable to survive the battle. On her last night, she lay a feverish kiss on her son's forehead, murmuring to the sleeping boy in her arms, "Te amo hijo mio. Tú hará grandes cosas. Sé que me harás orgulloso," before closing her eyes for the final time. It wasn't until Sam woke did he find her dead, her limp body resting beside him. Her arms were still holding him, but no life was left in her body, having succumbed to the fever in her sleep.

That was the first time Sam had cheated death. But it was far from the last time.

After their mother's death, Samuel and Adam found themselves without a cent as Azazel, their mother's first husband came and took all of Mary's belongings, leaving her children with next to nothing. So, with only a few of their belongings, the boys were sent to live with their cousin, a relative on their mother's side they had never met before. At the age of 13, Sam found himself working at the same place his mother had, but instead helping with clerking as the owner found the young boy had a knack for writing. He spent hours working, clerking and hunched over a desk with his quill scratching against paper. He wrote down the names of every slave sold and traded away, wrote down the goods that entered Nevis, and the goods that left on ships. He wrote until his hands cramped and fingers stained black, but still that didn't stop him. His older brother worked elsewhere, preferring a job that required more labourous tasks opposed to sitting at a desk and writing.

Writing didn't bother or upset Sam. He enjoyed writing, could spent hours writing, filling page after page with words about everything and nothing. His mother used to joke that Sam wrote like he needed it to survive, and that without it, he would die, and perhaps that was true in a way. He wrote when his father left and wrote constantly after his mother died, using it as a way to express his feelings and release the grief that was bottled up. And, when he and Adam returned one day to their cousin's house to find his body on the ground with a gun in his hand, Sam turned to writing to sort out everything that was happening, trying to find some way to cope with the tragedies in his life so far.

All he had left was his brother and his writing, and Sam cherished both of those. So it was no surprise that when tragedy struck Sam at seventeen that he turned once more to writing to escape.

They were left homeless, without any money and cousin dead, when a hurricane hit the Caribbean, heading straight through their town.

The winds had been fierce, ripping trees out of the ground like they were nothing and tore apart houses and buildings with ease. Water flooded the ground and all around him, Sam watched as the hurricane destroyed his town, watched as friends and neighbours were lost under rubble or in the rising waves. Screams and shouts were heard amongst the howling of the wind and Sam struggled to find some sort of shelter from everything. He dodged pieces of wood that were whipped around in the air, narrowly avoided the rising waters as he called out for his brother, having been separated from him earlier on. The hurricane showed no mercy to the island and Sam, after taking one wrong step while running to help a friend, found himself submerged in icy cold waters. Swept away, he struggled to get air, lungs burning and body aching as debris continued to beat on him. He wasn't a horrible swimmer, but it was impossible to swim even to the surface.

This was it, he realized. He had survived the illness that had taken his mother, but now he would surely die from the hurricane. His body would perhaps be found by survivors - if there were any - having drowned. He was going to die and join his mother, and potentially his brother as well, should Adam have been killed by the storm as well, and if Sam were honest, it didn't seem like a horrible thing.

But Sam just couldn't seem to die.

He survived the illness, and he survived the hurricane.

His body had washed up near a semi submerged house and with what little strength he had left, Sam managed to pull himself onto the roof of the house, out of the raging waters. He had crawled weakly away from the edge, coughing up water from his lungs while still keeping his ears open, listening to the winds. But all had gone silent. Blinking and lifting his eyes, the youngest Winchester stared up at the sky, which was now a yellow, before looking down at the chaos below. There was hardly anything left and he could spot bodies scattered around the debris, most unmoving. Giving out a whimper, Sam curled in on himself, praying for it to all be over, and asking why had he survived when so many others hadn't.

Days after were spent trying to find survivors, searching for loved ones lost in the flood waters or trapped under debris. Sam helped with the searching, trying to help find his neighbours and family friends, especially keeping an eye out for his brother, but after a week or so of searching, there were still many that hadn't been found. And Adam was one of them.

Some that were missing had their bodies found some ways away from the town where they had been swept up by the current, having drowned, but Adam's body specifically was never found. That broke Sam further, because he was all alone now, stuck in on a ruined island where everyone he knew or cared about died or left him. Where he looked at the face of death and still survived despite all odds.

He was angry, bitter and miserable about how he had lived through the hurricane without being seriously injured, and Sam often times couldn't bring himself to meet the gazes of neighbours and those struggles to rebuild their lives in the town, because he felt he didn't deserve to be here, be walking among them after leaving a trail of bodies behind him. So, to escape all of the feelings and pain, once more Sam did the only thing he could think of. He wrote.

He wrote day and night, creating a long letter to eventually send to his father - - whom he knew was still alive and well, and might, perhaps, come back home to him if he realized how bad things had truly become - - explaining the details of the hurricane, getting every emotion he had felt during it, and afterwards, down on the page. Sam wrote about how the sky was a yellow colour, how he stood in the eye of the storm, starring out on his damaged town, how before that he had nearly drowned, those that were lost, those who had survived, he even wrote about Adam. He told his father how Adam and he had been separated and even a week and a half later of searching, the older Winchester son hadn't shown up. That none knew if he was dead or not.

Everything flowed out of Sam onto the blank pages before him, words upon words in black ink found in a box that had survived the storm. And when Sam felt satisfied, and not longer felt so lost and helpless in his situation, he sent the letter in hopes of it making it to a John Winchester in Scotland.

While the letter had reached his father, it was sent back without having been opened and instead along the way back to Nevis, fell into the hands of an editor in America, who, upon reading it, were awestruck at the writing. Not only at the sheer amount of pages stuffed into the letter, but also the detail of the hurricane and the writing style, and published it in his paper for all to read

While awaiting his father's reply, Sam spent his days reading and writing as well as helping his town the best he could. And, in the end, he was approached by a couple men, months after having sent the letter to his father, explaining to him that his writing was incredible, possessing a skill very few had, and offered him a chance to break out of his ruined town and do something with his life. He was given the chance to go to America, a place where you could be a new man, make something of yourself and Sam found himself overjoyed at the idea of it. This was his chance to be more than the bastard whoreson that was trapped in a hurricane torn town and Sam could hardly believe his luck.

The townsfolk realized as well, fairly early on the skills Sam possessed and knew the offer he was receiving was something big, something that never happened so despite the damage and struggle to get enough money, they all collected enough coins to allow for Sam to board a ship and sail to America, to escape and make something of himself.

"Get your education," they told him, handing the young man the money they had collected and Sam took it with tears in his eyes, beyond grateful. "But don't forget from whence you came," they added as a warning, reminding him to never forget his roots, forget who he once was and how he got to where he was and Sam nodded, promising he never would forget them, forget everything they did for him and what his mother sacrificed for him.

And as Sam boarded the ship, he was stopped by an old childhood friend of his, Ned. "Sam," he said with a grin, bidding farewell to his good friend. "One day they're gonna know your name, everyone will."

Sam had chuckled. "You really thinks so?" He assumed his friend was joking, but for once Ned had a serious look on his face.

"I know so. No one will ever forget the name of Samuel Winchester. Just you wait."

And Sam believed him. He boarded the ship with a used satchel and the few remaining belongs he had, ready to start his new life in America. He would miss Nevis, his town and the people he had known his whole life, but deep down he knew going to America was the best option, especially if he wanted to do something with his life than dying early and becoming forgotten.

'Mamá would be proud of me," he thought happily as the ship left and Sam watched the place that had once been his home for 18 years disappear.

Death, it seemed, continued to follow Sam even off the island as many of the passengers on the ship fell ill and died. Sam had done his best to avoid the illness, while trying to help comfort those fighting it, knowing the fear he had felt when being so sick like this, believing death was quickly on its way.

( "But I just couldn't seem to die.")

But he had survived, and was one of the few passengers who stood on the deck of the ship, staring out at the gleaming outline of New York City, a place that promised chance, hope, and a fresh start.

'This was it,' he thought. And he knew, staring out at the city in the distance that he was not going to let his town down. They had done so much for him, allowed for him to be more than what he would've been in Nevis and so Sam decided he was going to make sure the world knew his name. He was going to create a legacy that outlived him decades after his death, and ensure the effort his townsfolk had spent on him was not wasted.

Days crept past as they moved closer and closer to the harbour and Sam found himself giddy beyond belief, everything seeming just so much more real the closer and closer he got. Stuck so far in his excitement, he had missed the smell of smoke, and soon his excitement vanished as he turned to find orange flames hungrily leaping across the wooden planks of the ship, consuming everything it could.

Panic erupted on the ship as the crew tried to stop the flames, screams of those trapped filled the air, and Sam realized, once more, death was trying to destroy the piece of happiness he had in his life. But this was the first time, he didn't want to die, didn't want to perish like the other on the ship with his new chance so close. So, as he felt the heat of the flames licking his skin, he made up the decision of what he would do.

Sam knew he had a better chance of survival should he jump off the boat rather than remain on the ship, and so he did just that. He jumped off the burning ship, still holding his satchel and plunged into the icy waters. He swam the short distance that remained from the boat to the harbour, climbing out eventually exhausted, drenched and overall looking like a mess, but wearing a grin.

Because he had made it. Despite the constant times death tried to take him, Sam could seem to die and had made it finally to New York. Looking around, he wiped the hair out of his eyes and took in his surroundings.

It was perfect, unfamiliar and strange and Sam loved that.

While in New York, he continued to write, never stopping, driven by the idea of making this legacy for himself. He attended Princeton College (he had been promised a spot there by the men that had first offered him the chance to come to America) but continued to work harder, striving to eventually get a scholarship to King's College, one of the most prestigious colleges in America. Even when times were tough for Sam, the orphaned immigrant didn't give up, writing day and night until he got exactly where he wanted to be.

In the end, it was his writing that got him out, that brought him to greatness and it was his writing that ultimately led to his destruction.

So here's our intro and next chapter we'll meet the rest of the cast (the Rev set and our antagonist/foil character). And also, yes for anyone wondering, Hamilton's ship actually did catch on fire and the guy faced a ton of crap before he even got here. Fun times, huh?

Fun fact, Dean was originally going to be James Hamilton JR instead of Adam but I thought that since James hardly appears in the early years for Alexander's life, I decided it would be more fitting for Adam who disappeared and was forgotten from the story (show).

I have most of the characters cast, but there are still some missing. I need suggestions for John Adams, John Jay, Samuel Seabury (especially him cause he's supposed to appear in like 4 chapters so yeahh, if you have suggestions on who would be best, let me know in the comments), Theodosia Prevost Burr, and Theodosia Burr Alston so if you guys think of someone who fits any of these characters well, leave a comment!

-Twist