A/N- this is the very beginning of an idea that won't leave me alone. It will alternate between Dean's narration and "interludes" which will be detailed Scene descriptions, and internal monologues.
Dean sat across from Garth, scratching absent-mindedly at the glowing circle on his right forearm that marked him as Castiel's husband. Garth looked overly serious, quill poised over a large journal. He was wearing his late uncle's hat, which Dean had given him a lot of flak for wearing at first, but had grown to accept. "Come on," said Garth, showing an earnestness that would seem out of place, if one only considered how happy go lucky he was the majority of the time. "Your story needs to be written down, for posterity's sake."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Which story? The one where I save the city using nothing but soap? Or the one where I fail to stop my brother from being kidnapped as a sex slave by the king of the Demon Kingdom? Or the one where my father dies bringing me back from the dead, so I can kill the bastard who killed him and our mother and Sam's wife? Or the one where I take sides in a civil war and my husband becomes an all-powerful lunatic with delusions of godhood and goes on a killing spree? I have a hundred stories."
Garth tapped his quill on the parchment. "The way I see it, it's all one story, one part leading to the next. So why don't you tell it all, from the beginning."
Dean thought for a minute. "Well, I guess things got interesting when my Dad went missing. He found a lead on Azazel and said he'd be back in three days. On the fourth day, I started asking around, and on the fifth day, I knew what I had to do, so I got Impala out of the stables and rode her down to the Moore complex where Sammy was, and…"
"Hang on a minute," said Garth. "That's not the beginning. Start with your parents, go from there." He set his quill at the top of the page expectantly.
Dean leaned back and put his feet up on the desk. "Right. My parents were John and Mary Winchester. She a Campbell by birth, so she was raised a hunter, and the Winchester's kept the Ancient Library of Arcane Lore and History, so their families worked together a bunch, but they didn't like each other, so Her father was all upset when she said she had her eye on one of them for marrying, because she was the youngest and there wasn't much alliance crap that needed working. Anyway, she talked Grandpa Campbell into it, but he refused to let John become a Campbell, so she had to suck it up and become a Winchester, and move into the library with his family. So then I was born, and then a couple of years later, my brother Sam was born, and she named us after her parents, even though we were Winchesters, and then…She died. Azazel killed her, plain and simple. So then my dad became obsessed with finding this guy, and he taught himself how to hunt via the old lore-books, and taught us all sorts of old fighting styles and taught us to work with different weapons, and left his family home to go out hunting all the time, half the time dragging us with him to the Lands-Between, and half the time leaving us with Uncle Bobby, who had married one of his sister, been widowed, and stuck around anyway, but you knew that, cause he was your Uncle Bobby too."
Garth didn't take his eyes off the parchment, where he was frantically scribbling down every word Dean said, "True that, but this is for posterity, so you can't just leave out the bits I already know about."
Dean sighed. "Well, anyway, we grew up, and Sam was sick of everything, so he got into this huge argument with Dad, then he ran off and married Jessica Moore, and became a Moore himself so he could train as a judge under her father. Dad was pissed and refused to go to the wedding. Anyway, after that, he got his lead on Azazel, which he didn't specify about, and then rode off, and when he didn't come back, I asked around, found out what direction he was headed, and went by the Moore place to see if I couldn't talk Sammy into going with me. That enough background?"
Garth frowned. "I think so. Why don't we take a break, then you can tell me about what happened the night you went and picked your brother up."