I do not own Sam, Dean, or the Impala. They belong to Eric Kripke and The CW.
All other characters are my own.
Chapter 1
I had seen my fair share of nightmares. My brother and I grew up training to protect ourselves from the evils that our parents knew to be real. We heard stories about Hunters who constantly moved around, always desperate to search for the evil rather than waiting for it to come to them.
But my family was as close to normal as a Hunter could be. My parents owned their own company, so they could easily disappear as needed for a job. They also had a steady income that allowed us to live more than comfortably. They kept us close to home. We only hunted things nearby. I guess you could say that my parents were just overly cautious and wanted to know we could always take care of ourselves.
As we grew up, my brother, Francis, and myself were raised on the importance of education. I was slightly more applied in my studies than my older brother, but we came off as fairly average students. He was the big sports guy. It helped that he had outside training to be a fighter. As for me, I dabbled in a bit of everything.
For a while I did gymnastics. And ice skating. And then ice hockey. Basketball. Rugby. Volleyball. Soccer. And then I finally found my passion in dance. Aerial dancing was even more fulfilling. Being able to soar through the air while sharing art with my body was invigorating. Being up in the air made me feel like nothing else mattered. There was no evil. No stress. No worries. Just freedom.
Francis and I were happy. We got to help on hunts and still have normal lives. As we got older and went off to college, my parents travelled more. At first I thought they were just celebrating their kids being on their own, but looking back I wonder. Francis went on to play professional football and always stayed in contact with me. Sometimes he would find monsters when he was playing in different cities and would stay behind to take care of things.
As for me, once I graduated college I travelled a bit then migrated back home to work IT at my parents company. They said they were getting too old and worn out to keep hunting so much. They left me with the company and took off to find a normal life. Basically, shit had gotten crazy over the past few years, and we had dealt with more demons and other bullshit than ever before. They couldn't take it anymore, so they bailed. I don't think they ever really wanted the full life of a Hunter. They just wanted the safety of the training. They were like book Hunters. So when things went sour, they left it all behind.
Of course, I knew exactly why things had gotten so bad: The Winchesters. The brother's who were supposed to be chess pieces for the Angels and Lucifer. The brother's who basically just seemed to leave a wake of destruction and then tried to fix it. The brother's who caused my parents to run off to a different country.
Winchesters. Ha! A thorn in my side those two were. I had never seen Hunters in the news more than these two. I mean, I knew most of it was due to monsters and such taking their form and causing shit storms, but come on. Get your shit together. How hard could it be to keep a low profile?
Needless to say, one blustery day I got wind of a problem that needed to be taken care of nearby. So after finishing up some things at my paying job, I went on the three hour drive to check out the reports. When I arrived, I recognized the infamous Impala outside of the house I intended to do some questioning at.
I couldn't believe this stroke of luck. What were the chances of finally running into them. And now I had something that seemed to be so precious to them. How could a car be that important? I pulled up next to it and looked in the window of the house. The boys were talking to a crying woman and hadn't noticed my arrival. As I walked over to the Impala, I noticed the keys still in it. So in a moment of stupidity, I left my cell number on my windshield, and drove off in the Impala.
To this day I'm still not sure what possessed me to steal their car, but I am forever glad that I did.