Pure Ones Supernatural

by 3DBABE1999

Some VERY adult content will be in this story in future "Episodes" Future Sam & Dean, future Supernatural, Spoilers for Season 7 & only slight A/U. Rated M for future "Episodes",

1. Chapter 1

Ok, so here goes, my second attempt at writing a Supernatural Fic! It's going to be set up, as an entire season, so of course, it falls into a reasonably distant future, from were we are now, so, SPOILERS FOR SEASON 7 will definatly be contained within, as they will still have some of the same issues to deal with (only a thousand times worse). (There will be some slight AU because no matter how I try and stay a step ahead the new episodes coming out messes with my story some.) So I said screw it I'm actually going to finish writing it MY WAY anyway (so please forgive my failure to acknowledge in the story the fact that in episode 16 of season 7 they are supposedly bringing back Misha Collins (A.K.A. Castiel), because I WAS going to bring Cas back myself and I think the series writers are jumping the gun to bring him back so soon and now there's talk of Jim Beaver (A.K.A. Bobby) coming back as well in season 7. I think they are just trying to find an easy fix for all the viewer uproar and to me, this shows the writers can't commit to a solid story so I AM COMPLETLY IGNORING WHAT MAY HAPPEN IN FUTURE EPISODES (IN FACT I AM PRETENDING THAT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SEASON 7 AFTER "Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie" (Episode 14) DOES NOT HAPPEN AT ALL.)

I see this, as a possible season 8-9, time frame, so, Sam and Dean, will be just a little different than some are used to (Mostly Dean).

There are some new characters (I hope they'll be welcomed with open minds by fans of the series). The story/season doesn't start with Sam and Dean in fact it starts with the backstory to one of the new characters so that you as the readers will know them a little.

I would also like to post these WARNINGS: STORY CONTAINS: Abuse, Beating, Torture, Graphic Rape, Post Traumatic Stress, Possesions, etc... ./ People who are to young to comprehend the ficticious nature of this story and those who will be offended by this sort of content should not read!

DISCLAIMER: And of course, for anyone who doesn't already know : I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM THE BOOKS, COMIC BOOKS, OR T.V. SERIES OF SUPERNATURAL. I appreciate the readers who added my first story to their favorites as well as those who commented. I hope all of them and all of you enjoy this story and as always, all comments are wanted and welcomed. (Oh and please forgive any spelling, grammar, spacing, capitalization or punctuation errors! ),(Also there are different fonts in places because I copied and pasted from another one of my notepads, I write things in pieces and cut them together later.)(My excuse for all errors: Many sleepless nights put into this, as it wouldn't leave me alone for even a second untill I got it all written out!), (Plus I had to speed through it to try and beat next weeks episode!), I started this story about a month ago and everything is mostly my idea but I kept rewriting things to fit what was happening in present episodes. I finally decided to stop doing that and let this story be just my thoughts on the future episodes of the series baring everything after episode 14 of season 7.

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Quick Pre-Season Prolouge: Cas is dead, Bobby is dead, Frank Deveraux is dead (Killed by a Leviathan underling for "knowing to much".) , Dick Roman is still unkillable and has his Leviathan henchmen placed into every agency that has three letters, into almost every branch of goverment both foreign and domestic, and some of Dick's lackies, are even positioned into the police forces, all around the country, along with running several media outlets. There are also, humans, who are selling out, their own species and are knowingly, helping the Leviathan take over, just to save their own skins. So now, when the Winchesters, flash any kind of badge or press pass, while on the job, they risk a run in with any one of the hoards of Leviathan or Leviathan loyalists that, pretty much, run the world, right under the noses of the majority of mankind. It's now harder than ever, for the brothers to work or hide.

For places to stay, Sam and Dean have had to resort to sleeping in their car a lot more, staying in abandoned buildings and houses along with camping (which we all know they both hate) and sometimes sleeping under bridges or staying in homeless shelters. They've had to bathe in lakes and rivers or shower at truck stops. For food, they've had to hunt or fish for meat, go to soup kitchens, and steal fruits and vegetables from farms. They live such a vagrant lifestyle to stay under the radar, as they have very few safe refuges left and they don't want to run the risk, of using up all of their resources, because obtaining more, has become inreasingly dificult.

The plague of Leviathan, are getting closer to smoking out the Winchesters, by slowly taking away their ability to hide and hunt. And the fact that Sam and Dean have to be so careful about how, when, and where they eat, sleep and work is leaving a whole lot of other evil beings unchecked, giving them free reign to wreak whatever havoc they want, as long as they stay out of the way of the Leviathan.

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(New Character Backstory)

Chapter 1

Mark and Allison, were both, from very special families. They had known, they would marry each other, from the time that they were five years old, even though, they never met each other, untill the day of their wedding shortly after they turned twenty-four. There had once been thousands, of special families like theirs and by the time Mark and Allison were born, the number of those special families had dwendled down to six.

It had started with Adam and Eve, which unknown to most people were not just the first humans but also the first hunters and the first vessels. After getting kicked, out of The Garden, they were given a task, not mentioned in the Bible.

You see, there were evil beings lose, even in those days. Part of the whole, Lucifer trying to take over thing, had spilled out into the world of mortal man and so there were monsters lose that would make most present day hunters piss themselves. Pretty much the task was, since they had given in to the traitorous angel, they and their descendants, would have to help clean up the mess that they in fact had helped to make.

Of course, most people know, the geneology of Adam and Eve, from the long list of begats in the Book Of Genesis in The Bible and anyone who has read The Bible should know that most of the World's population was wiped out in the Noah's Ark flood. Being the descendants of hunters and vessels made Noah and his brood, hunters and vessels to.

You may ask, around about this point, "If we are ALL supposedly descended from the same people why are we not ALL hunters/vessels? Easy answers actually (or maybe not...).

People who commited murders or other atrocities (like rape, pedophilia, adultry, etc... ) scarred their vessels and the vessels of their line of descendants, (if the acts occured before their first child was conceived),like when Cain killed Able he was marked and no one really knows where.

Once one of these heinous acts were commited, it meant no holy being, could inhabit the body of the person, who had done these terrible things or the bodies of any of their lineage. (Those, who want to be a smarty pants and bring up the fact Adam and Eve, would have had scarred their vessels, because they ate the forbiden fruit, in The Garden, should know, that yes, it was a VERY BIG NO NO to eat the fruit, but it was the first (or original sin) and doesn't count because Adam and Eve were completly innocent untill they were tricked by Lucifer. Any one, after them, however, was BORN with the stain of the orginal sin, along with an instinctual understanding of right and wrong. Therefore, any subsequent people, after Adam and Eve who did something really bad, would have KNOWINGLY, gone against that instinctual understanding of right and wrong plus stained their souls and their vessels and the vessels of their lineage with two sins or more depending on how many REALLY WRONG things a person might have done.)

Of course such evil acts gave evil beings free reign to enter into a wrong doer's soul or the souls of their lineage at will. Ok vessel question is answered, the hunter thing is a little more complex or maybe a little more simple depending on how you look at it. During the Tower Of Babble fiasco, people were scattered across the globe, families were seperated, different races, languages and religons were created in the event, which became, communication barriers, then, eventually prejudices, then, something to fight about. People, forgot, that they had once been family, that they once had the same cause to fight for and in the mix some forgot that they were hunters, and, or, vessels. So the lines of people who were both hunters and vessels had been thinned to about a thousand or so families right around the birth of Christ (whose mother was a hunter and vessel herself).

The fact, that Christ was sacrificed, for the world's sins, changed things alot. Because, now, people could be forgiven of their sins and if they had been Baptised to go along with it then they essentually rid theirselves of any scars on their vessels and the vessels of their lineage, making them inhabitable to holy beings once again. So, the number of families who were both hunters and vessels increased, to about three thousand shortly after Christ died.

Now of course, people are not perfect and some of those forgiven people turned right around and scarred their vessels again obviosly effecting their lineages again. So, about a hundred years after Christ had died the families that were both hunters and vessels had thinned again to just over eight hundred, with only about two hundred being a completely unbroken line of hunters and vessels dating back to Adam and Eve (the families of Christ's ancestors among them.)

Some people were only hunters, some people were only vessels and most people were neither.

Now was a time people forgot evil really exsisted and only became aware of it's exsistance if the supernatural somehow affected their life.

The unbroken lines of hunters and vessels are the relevent families here and the reason Mark and Allison are so special. About two thousand years before their births an angel visited the few families left whose ancesteral lines of being both hunters and vessels had never been broken. The angel told them that their families were special but also rare and to keep their lines from completly dying out they were not to allow their children to marry or have a child with anyone unless they were from those unbroken lines of hunters and vessels because there were important plans for their descendants.

Of course, some rules were broken, some vessels were scarred and some of those unbroken lines were split or shattered shrinking the number of those very special, very rare, families to six and bringing us to the time of the births of Mark and Allison.

Allison's ancestors consisted of very few people of any historical importance, but in the world of hunting a name like Samuel Colt is legendary.

Mark's ancestors were also not very historically notible, they ranged from things like knights that fought dragons (yes real ones), explorers of the new world, members of The Knights Templar and Freemasons, to unknown geniuses that inspired people like Tesla and Einstein. Some branches of Mark's familial ancestors had branched away centuries ago to spread across the globe becoming members of some Incan, Aztec and Mayan tribes along with some Native American tribes. (Yes the members of the tribes they married and had children with were members of some of those special important unbroken lines.) Some members of Mark's ancestoral background were even survivors of the fabled sinking of Atlantis. All of those people were the roots of Mark's family tree.

It's important to know about the anncestry of Mark and Allison so that it can be understood that every single root of their family trees had developed their own traditions, skills, styles and methods of hunting, passed them down to their descendants to be added to the mix of things the people they married had to offer.

Some of the things that had been passed down to Mark were knowing ancient and rare spells and knowing how to make a hex bag for any occasion.

Some of the things that had been passed to Allison were knowing the best fist-aid for any situation and how to administer it with one hand while fighting spirits, monsters or demons with the other, and an extensive knowledge of how to read, write and speak one hundred fifty languages including enochian, the language of angels, along with knowing every exocism in existence. These were just some of the things that they had to pass down to any of their future children.

Chapter 2

Mark and Allison, weren't exactly happy, to be thrust into an arranged marriage, especially, since, they were both, just out of college and there were dreams, that they both had, that didn't involve this life.

It had been drilled into them, from practically birth, that there were certain things that were expected of them and how they had to uphold their responsibilities as members of their families whether they liked it or not. So they both grudgingly tredged to the location set up by their families and went through with marrying a complete stranger, just because their families said so .

But turns out whoever made the choice that Mark and Allison would be brought together through marriage actually knew what they were doing. Because, after seven hunts together, they started trusting each other, after twenty hunts, there was starting to be some chemistry between them, and by their thirty second hunt, they had fallen in love. By the time they celebrated their third anniversary they were expecting their first child and they were happy to settle down to raise their child, like their families before them had done. They took on new aliases and got a house.

Mark got a regular Joe, nine to five job and took the occasional, monster hunting trip on his days off, while a pregnant Allison stayed at home and made hex bags, packed shells with salt, holy water and iron, gathered needed spells, and did the research for all the hunts.

Allison was also Mark's go to, if he had a hang up with local police on a hunt, he'd just have them, "call his supervisor" and Allison could bullshit them into thinking, he was practically second in command of the agency, his fake badge said he was from, if, he needed her to.

For the most part Mark and Allison led a pretty anonymous life. They still didn't take any chances though.

Allison wanted to cross two state lines to have their daughter because one, it was family tradition, two, it was harder for someone to figure out where their homebase was, if the places listed on the birth certificate and other immportant identifying documents was nowhere near homebase, and three, Allison had a bad feeling about having the baby to close to home.

Mark knew Allison was right to feel the way she did, because only he knew what he had done. You see Mark had his own family traditions, for fifteen generations now each patriarch on his father's side of the family would make a deal with a demon that had yellow eyes.

The ways each of them avoided scarring the vessels of the next generation was one, it was always part of the deal, two, they cast a spell that protected their vessel meaning there would be no scar to pass down, three, they waited until their wife was pregnant with the first child so that the child's vessel and their children's vessels could not inherit any scars their fathers and grandfathers might obtain, thus leaving their line and the agreement made with the angel unbroken.

He hadn't wanted to do it, but, that regement, of family, responsibility, and expectation, that had been, drilled, into him, at such, a young age, won out and he, did, the deed, just like the men in his father's family before him.

The deals were made to insure the strength of the children, to give them an edge in battle against monsters and demons. Once the deal was made, instead of waiting the customary ten years, the demon, would tell the father, he'd be back, on the evening of the day the baby turned six months old. But Mark had grown weary that the Yellow Eyed Demon would have a few tricks up his sleeves to breach the deal and come to kidnap the child because of her importance.

You may ask here "Why would a demon give the child of a hunter such a powerful weapon to hunt and fight, well, demons, with? The answer goes back to that angel who wanted the unbroken lines of hunters and vessels to survive and that plan he spoke of for the descendants.

This, was that plan Mark was an only child the last of the line in his family and the same was true of Allison and all of what was left of Mark's and Allison's families had died before Allison became pregnant and by the time they were expecting their first child they were only, one of two, of the unbroken lines. Meaning their child and the child or children of that other family, a family they had no knowledge of, were the only remaining lineages to carry on the line.

The child that Mark and Allison's daughter would someday bring into the world, was a very important piece to both angels and demons in the highstakes game they were playing.

The rule was simple first ones to get talons into that girl's kid first won, or at least that's what the assumption was amongst the majority of both groups.

So, both sides opened doors and made things excedingly easy for these families to fall into their predestined paths and did what they could in the mean time to make it easier for their side to win . Of course, there were a few rebelious players on all sides of the board and their, shear stubborness caused serious obstacles for everyone involved and there were players who didn't even know they were players that did exactly what they were suppossed to making it a little easier for either side to finess some of the details.

Chapter 3

It was storming outside when the first strong contraction hit. Allison was scared because it was a month to early for this.

She left a message on Mark's car phone to let him know it was time. She had her bags packed and ready by the door. She was pacing the floor as a nervous tension she couldn't explain built inside her.

The pain, she could handle, it was the feeling of dread, in the pit of her stomach, that she couldn't stand. Allison couldn't think of a time when the secondhand on the grandfather clock in her living room had ticked as loudly as it was now and the sound of it vibrated through her and increased the anxiety. She continued pacing pausing to let another contraction pass.

"How long has it been since the first one? She wondered along with "Where the hell is Mark?", "Why is it taking him so long?" Allison wanted to cry as the overwhelming feeling something bad was going to happen intensified.

The baby gave a few nervous kicks, that told her mom she felt it to and Allison rubbed her stomach and said soothingly "It's okay Laney it's probably all in my head baby girl.", "I guess you're getting a basketcase for a mom."

Another strong, this time very painful contraction hit and it lasted longer than the others had. Allison knew she was running out of time to get to a hospital, so she could forget leaving the state.

Grabbing the kitchen counter she white knuckled it through an intense contraction, during which her water broke.

"Looks like we're doing this at home kid." Allison said nervously to her stomach.

When the contraction ended she set a pot of water on the stove to boil, covered the kitchen floor in clean towels and layed extras within reach of where she was going to give birth along with three extra bottles of water, two cups of ice chips, a nasal bulb syringe, a heat lamp and some scissors and ties for the umbilical cord as well as keeping a fire poker, some salt and some holy water close just in case.

With the next contraction it felt like she needed to push so she let her body take control as it seemed to know more about what to do than she did and she felt her head being pulled toward her chest and the top part of her body lifted slightly as the contraction came to it's peak.

Allison went with the flow and bore down hard on the push. She was rewarded with an excruciating, ripping, searing pain as the baby's head slid down into the entrance of the birth canal. On the next contraction Allison put all she could into a push and she felt the baby's shoulders hit the entrance of the birth canal and with the pain it caused, she felt she might pass out.

The baby was lodged there untill the next contraction which was seeming to take it's time. Allison layed there screaming and grunting as the pressure and pain were to much and she was nearly driven mad by the exhaustion. When suddenly, the ground trembled cracking the devil's traps drawn in the entry ways. Then the living room door and the back door both crashed open at once and a group of large men with black eyes crowded in through both entrances converging on Allison. She gave a terrified groan mixed with an insane shreik. "AAAII!" Allison screamed as the final contractions started coming in back to back waves. "YOU COWARDS!" She cried as the baby started to crown.

The demons eyed the woman hungrily, they had heard this child would be the mother of the most important vessel to ever exist since Christ. They wanted to get their hands on her so they could control her. So, they wouldn't harm the girl's mother while she was giving birth but after the baby was born and breathing, all bets were off.

The demons kept their distance because when she wasn't having a contraction Allison was slinging salt and holy water, waving the fire poker at them and trying to cast an exorcism.

As the little girl whose mother had named her Laney was born, the first thing she saw in the world, was the real faces of the evil beings under the skins of regular men. It awakened primal knowledges inside the girl giving her, her first education in the life of a hunter. Laney heard her mother's animalistic screams as the demons tried to pry her away.

Before the demons could take Laney or do any physical harm to Allison, light erupted out of one of the men as he died, getting the attention of the others and when the body fell, there was Mark holding an old looking knife. His eyes were filled with hate and rage. The blade was covered in blood. The demons saw the knife, recognized it and smoked out of their meat suits, leaving a pile of lifeless bodies around Allison and Laney.

"WHAT THE HELL?", "MARK!", "WHERE WERE YOU?", "I NEEDED YOU!" Allison screamed, clutching their daughter tightly as she broke into sobs. "Mark.", "Why weren't you here?" She cried, still reeling from the shock that it was over just as quickly as it had started.

Mark moved swiftly to the side of his precious wife and their little girl. "Shh, shh.", "It's okay I'm here now." Said Mark his voice shaking as he realized how he was almost too late. He cuddled Allison, rocking her and looked down at Laney "Is the baby okay?" Mark asked, fear tinging his voice.

Allison replied coldly, "She's fine." Allison's fear had been calmed, but, now she was pissed and Mark could hear it in her tone. He knew he had some explaining to do.

"Listen Alli, I know you're angry sweetheart.", "You have every right to be.", "But I was hunting.", "There were demonic omens in the next county.", "I couldn't just let that go, not that close to home.", "It turned out to be a very old, vey powerful warlock.", "That's where I got this knife." Mark held up the knife for Allison to see."

"Reading the warlock's books taught me this thing was made by a very powerful witch and that it could kill demons.", "I figured the knife and the books would come in handy." He looked at Allison pleadingly. "My phone never rang I swear and it wasn't till I crossed back over the county line that I realized I missed your call.", "When I listened to your message I knew something was wrong.", "Because you weren't due for another month and it was happening when I couldn't get to you in time.", " I've done the math and realized that this was planned."

"The warlock was a distraction. So that the demons could try to steal our child, without anyone here to defend you or her.", "Please forgive me."

"You know what this means?" Allison asked her tears and anger abated "It means we have to move, again!", "Because now those bastards know where we live!",

"How do you think they found us?", "We've been so careful." Allison said still upset.

Mark played like he was just as baffled, while underneath his blood boiled. His deal had been breached.

Later that night while Allison and Laney slept, Mark snuck out of their room at the Motel 6 and drove to a secluded field with an old abandoned barn. There he drew a devil's trap on the floor of the loft and summoned the Yellow Eyed Demon to be positioned right under it.

When the demon arrived Mark had a few choice words for him. "YOU BROKE OUR DEAL YOU BASTARD!" "I'M GONNA KILL YOU HERE AND NOW!"

The Yellow Eyed Demon laughed saying mockingly "Mark, tell me exactly how you plan on doing that.", "Last I checked there were only a handful of items that could kill a demon.", "And, they're so few and far between I honestly doubt you could get your hands on even one of those items."

Mark looked defiantly back at the demon and held up the knife. He noticed how his captive shifted nervously as he asked in a cocky tone "Like this knife?", "I've already killed the fifteen demons you sent, to kill my wife and kidnap my daughter, with it, just tonight.", "So I know it's the real deal."

"Well Mark, I have to say.", "I am truly shocked by this turn of events." The demon said looking smug.

"Yes, you can kill me with your little pig sticker.", "But, I didn't send any demons, so, I honestly don't know what you're talking about.", "And, if you kill me right now, your little girl doesn't get her special formula, she won't be so valuable anymore, she'll grow up to be normal and that's not falling in line with family tradition.", "Is it?"

"Trust me, when I tell you I don't come earlier than when a child turns six months old.", "And, I don't do raising kids, no matter how rare and important their bloodline might be.", "So, kidnapping is off the table, for me at least."

"I'll be honest though, it's not like I'm completly in charge down there, some demons have minds of their own and they might pull a stupid little stunt here and there.", "Maybe, to try and gain favor.", "Maybe, to try and get in charge.", "Who knows?" Yellow eyes said with a shrug.

Mark paced back and forth. He was still fuming but old Yellow Eyes had him thinking now. "If my daughter is less valuable, then, she won't have the favor of angels or demons any longer.", "She's going to need that blood to get even half a chance at growing up.", "So, I can't kill the bastard, not yet anyway." It was this line of thinking that made Mark let the captive demon walk.

With a troubled mind he returned to his family. When morning came, Mark and Allison, planned their next course of action and they hit the road, heading towards, what felt like an uncertain future.

Chapter 4

Laney was brilliant right from the start she seemed to absorb every bit of knowledge she came into contact with. At three months old she could sit up unassisted and was already saying about five words. When she was five months old she was cruising, knew how to tell colors apart and was saying at least twelve words. By the time, she hit six months old, both Mark and Allison, were pretty sure, that Laney could read and they had seen signs that she could do simple math.

On the evening Laney turned six months old, Mark put a sedative in Allison's drink to ensure she'd sleep through the night and as a secondary precaution he planned to spend the night guarding the door to his daughter's nursery.

Laney had no fear when the demon appeared by her crib, she had seen this kind of evil before. Sure, this thing was uglier and it felt more powerful than the others had but she still wasn't afraid.

The yellow eyed demon punctured the skin on the palm of his hand and squeezed out a few drops of blood to pour into the helpless mouth of the infant girl.

The girl, however was not as helpless as she seemed. She turned her head away refusing the drops of blood.

Yellow eyes laughed, he had never seen such a smart, strong, defiant, human child. Laney's resistance was futile as the demon forced the girl's mouth to the bleeding wound on his hand and ensured the blood went down the child's throat. She writhed, fighting as she sensed the substance invade her. The demon chuckled and recited a spell that sealed the blood's power into the depths of the girl, only to be awakened again when she reached twenty-two years of age.

The lights flickered and the smell of sulfer was in the air. Mark knew what was going on. Just on the other side of the nursery door his daughter's blood had been tainted by a demon. Mark felt sick to his stomach with guilt. When the demonic signs quited down Mark knew it was safe to enter his daughter's room.

Laney was quietly laying in her crib, her eyes fixed on the figure that came in. She bore a angry glare, that both reminded Mark of Allison, and told Mark that Laney was somehow aware of his betrayal. Placing a hand on his daughter's head he whispered. "I know sweetie, I'm so sorry.", "I had no choice."

Weeks passed and the girl grew stronger and smarter every day. By seven months old she was walking, by the time she was a year old she was speaking and comprehending as well as any adult and by the time she was three years old Laney was speaking simple Latin, she already knew how to cast a exorcism, and she was showing advanced martial arts skills that were begining to surpass what her parents could teach.

At five years old Laney had been declared "gifted" and she was given a special test that showed she was ready for college level learning and by the time she was nine she held six degrees two of which were doctorites.

Anything Laney took on was easy, she breezed through every subject that could possibly be learned, from: Every type of martial arts, every existing language, every law known to man, weapons proficency and acuracy with every weapon she got her hands on, to medical knowledge that would put the top doctors in every field to shame along with, all sciences, histories, geographies and every form of art.

Her abilities were unmatched in shooting, fighting, dance, gymnastics and parkour.

When it came to hunting she was a top knotch professional, with no fear and she had superb researching, tracking and stealth skills. Mark and Allison were happy to take Laney along on plenty of hunts and by Laney's thirteenth birthday she had more than two hundred hunts under her belt.

Laney started to push to become emancipated three months before her fourteenth birthday and even though it caused fights, Mark and Allison gave in because they trusted Laney's logic and they respected their daughter to much to hold her back. So, two days after Laney's fourteenth birthday her parents granted her, emancipation.

Laney didn't leave home though, instead, she took a part time job in a local bookstore and started paying for her part of the rent and utilities. On her days off she'd hunt with her parents or on her own.

If she wasn't working or hunting she was learning new skills. One weekend she learned how to take apart and put back together vehicles and other machinery. Another weekend was dedicated to computers, the internet and learning to hack. She learned to hussle poker, pool and darts.

She knew what things were expected of her by her parents, that she was supposed to marry and have a child, with some man, who she had never met. A man her family didn't even know. All because of destiny.

Secretly she vowed to never abide by the stupid traditions and methods set by her family. She would eventually make her own way and her own rules but she just wasn't ready to be on her own.

Whether she was ready or not, Laney was forced to be on her own, when one night she came home to find her parents dead. The police called it a home invasion gone wrong, but, Laney knew better it was obvious from the sulfer residue she found around the edge of the back door that this had been the work of demons. It was now a good thing to have proof that she had been leagally emancipated so that the authorities couldn't throw her into foster care.

Laney's parents, had made provisions just in case of a situation like this.

The day they found out Allison was pregnant, Mark and Allison had gotten a safety deposit box and had put money in it every time they got a chance. They also got a few decent life insurance policies, using a couple of different aliases and of course Laney was the only beneficary to collect all the money of each. They bought savings bonds and shares in stocks, all of which were to be given to Laney in the event of their deaths. All in all Laney was set for life and she would never want for anything because of what her parents did for her.

When she packed up her parents belongings, to leave the home she was raised in, she realized the knife her father had once used to kill demons was missing along with her great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather's journal and a few highly dangerous artifacts and spellbooks. She knew then, the purpose for the attack on her parents, she just didn't know how they could have been defeated.

Five years passed and Laney learned to live with the fact she would never get vengance or answers for the death of her parents. In fact she made it one of her rules not to let her emotions control her.

She didn't become cold though, she had rules she would never break and there were things, she would never purposely do, like hurt a child, even if the child, turned out to be, a creature she would normally hunt. She understood, that not all creatures were bad and that some, prefered to live a peacful exsistence. Even though, it was in the nature, of most creatures, to be really bad, she always gave a chance at life, to those who deserved it.

Demons were the only beings she came across to which she gave no chance and showed no mercy. She exorcised, every single demon, no matter how much they, proffessed to be good, promised to change, promised to help or wanted to make a deal.

She saved most possessed people and learned to feel no guilt, over the ones that were left lifeless or dying after exorcism, because she knew the demons were to blame not her and it made her more intent to rid the world of all demonic forces.

Laney became an urban legend amongst a majority of creatures and most believed she wasn't real, unless they had a run in with her.

In their minds there couldn't possibly be a hunter as fierce as her legend claimed she was and there couldn't possibly be a human with so much humanity as told in the stories of her leniency. In time Laney became anonymous to everyone, even the other hunters she had taken the time to colaberate with.

Teaming up with other hunters was no longer a safe course of action. She found that being alone and practicaly unknown was becoming more beneficial, especialy, when one day she turned on her T.V. and saw a monster in the likeness of the once human newscaster. Seeing this she wondered if she was the only hunter left in the world. Signs said that more and more dangerous spirits, creatures and demons were running rampant and no one hunter could hope of defeating the multitudes of beings that obviously meant harm to the human race.

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SUPERNATURAL

Season...?

DISC 1

Episode 1

"The things you can buy at an auction nowadays."

Chapter 1

"DAMN-IT!" Cursed Dean as he cut open his bare foot on a sharp rock at the bottom of the small icy cold pond he was currently trying to bathe in. He looked back at Sam, who was keeping a look out while leaning on the hood, of the P.O.S. they had recently, "acquired", and yelled " I'M SO SICK OF THIS "ROUGHING IT" BULLSHIT!", Then he muttered grumpily as he turned around again "I cannot wait for things to go back to friggin normal, at least we could have a hot shower when we wanted... man this sucks."

Dean was trying to stand on the side of his foot to protect the sensitive cut as he cleaned himself off. He was having a difficult time keeping his balance, which Sam, found slightly comicle, because it was so rare, to see Dean off balance, even nowadays, and he found it hard to keep a smirk from playing across his face, but, when Dean turned around the grin on Sam's face fell flat, because, right about then, they both heard the cocking of a rifle in the nearby treeline.

It had always been a precarious situation from the start, because they were on someone else's land, unknown to the owner of course and getting caught would mean jail or what they were probably up against now an angry or scared land-owner with a gun that might kill them both to protect their family and their property. So, upon hearing the noise both the Winchesters instinctively put their hands in the air as a gesture of surrender and Sam spoke saying "We didn't mean any harm, we just went, to a frat party last night, we had a few too many and I guess we wound up sleeping it off in your field.", "We are so, so sorry, please don't shoot and please don't call the cops."

There was a terrifying moment of silence then a small figure holding a rifle came out of the trees just a few feet behind the car. "Who the hell let's their eight year old tote a rifle around?" Dean thought as he realized the figure was a little boy, then he remember he was around six or seven when he learned to shoot and about eight when he was trusted to have a gun if he had to be alone to protect himself and Sam.

The boy looked scared and Sam said "Hey it's okay we're not here to hurt anyone.", "We're just here by mistake, so you can let us go okay.", "Just lower the gun and walk away.", "Pretend you never saw us and we'll leave.", "No one has to get hurt."

The kid's eyes were still wide with fear and he looked around nervously keeping the gun trained on the brothers. "I can't let you go." The child stated his voice sounding shaky. "If my Pa finds out I even let trespassers get on our land let alone set them lose I'll be in trouble for sure."

Dean spoke now saying "Hey for Pete's sake your a kid it's not like you're a Royal Guard or something.", "Your dad won't know about this unless you tell him.", "I mean he's not here now is he?"

The kid shook his head no and said "But I'm supposed to look after the place while he's gone.", "It's my responsibility."

Dean was getting frustrated and he tried to stay calm as he said "Well how about your mom?", "I mean what does she say about you toting around a gun and having such a big responsibility at your age?"

"My mom's dead." Answered the boy flatly.

"I'm sorry." Said Dean then he asked "How about a older brother or sister?" And when the boy shook his head Dean felt a lump in his throat as he finally asked "Your dad didn't just leave you by yourself out here, did he?"

Tears formed in the child's eyes as he nodded and said "But no one can know or I'll be taken away.", "I can look after myself, I've done alright so far.", "I got the drop on you two.", "I can handle myself." But now the boy was sobbing and his hands started to shake.

Thinking quickly Sam advanced on the boy and disarmed him.

The child hung his head defeated and covered his face. "What's gonna happen to me now?" Asked the kid.

Sam looked down and asked "What's your name?"

"Jake" The boy answered. "How long have you been alone Jake?" Dean asked

"Three days ago, I woke up and I was alone.", "My dad always says I'm man of the house when he goes away.", "But he hasn't gone away since mom died and he's never left me alone."

"Jake, what does your dad do for a living?" Sam asked.

"He used to be a trucker till after mom then he took on work in town as a cashier at the grocery store." Jake answered. "And Miss Rose would watch me for him when he worked.", "But I haven't seen her either."

"Why don't you take us up to your house Jake?", "Maybe we can help figure out where your dad is." Sam said.

Dean hobbled out of the pond and started getting dressed. Both the Winchester's were pretty sure this was their kind of thing and even if it wasn't they weren't just going to leave a little kid in the middle of nowhere without anyone to look after him. In any other situation the Winchesters would have been instantly suspicous, it wasn't likely for them to just stumble onto a job. But, both the brothers were vulnerable when it came to kids. So when they reached Jake's house neither Sam nor Dean saw it coming when they were shot with tranquilizer darts as they approached the front door.

Chapter 2

When Sam and Dean came to they were in cages hanging from the ceiling of what seemed to be some kind of basement. Their were voices coming from behind a red velvet curtain and the Winchesters realized they were hanging above a stage. To their right was a dimly lit staircase and at the bottom of the steps was little Jake.

"I'm gonna kill you!", "You little brat!" Dean snarled.

The kid's eyes had a wide fearful look and tears spilled down his cheeks. "I'm really sorry mister.", "I had to." Jake whispered. Shortly after a taller figure joined Jake at the bottom of the stairs and when it came into the light it was revealed to be a middle aged man. He approached the Winchesters and looked them over as he spoke to Jake saying "You did good, your daddy will be proud." When he said this Dean caught a flash of the man's black eyes.

"I guess you boys are wondering what's going on." Said the demon. "If you haven't noticed we're pretty much running the place.", "Well second to the Leviathan anyway.", "And hunters are pretty much done for."

"But, instead of killing you when we catch you, we sell you to the highest bidder and let them have some fun."

Dean was fuming "How'd you find us?" Asked Dean seethingly.

"Oh yeah, that was easy.", "Your a very hot comodity right now along with a few other names on our list.", "You were actually relatively easy to find compaired to the others.", "Your movements have been tracked for the last couple of weeks by another group and when you moved into our area we just set up a few locations where we thought you'd most likely crash and you sprung the trap here in little ole' Groton Long Point, Conneticut.", "It was just your unlucky day.", "To be honest it had always been just a matter of time and resorces before you wound up in this situation anyway."

"What's the kid got to do with this." Sam asked angrily.

"Little Jake will do whatever he's told if wants to see his daddy again." Said the demon gesturing to the meatsuit he was wearing.

"We had to have a few human children for our plan to work.", "Because every hunter we've come across is a sucker for kids, just some of them are smart enough to check if the kid's human.", "So we smoke into the meatsuits of a few parents and get the children to jump through hoops to keep us from hurting their mommies and daddies.", "And little Jakey here's so good at doing what he's told.", "We just hung back, so that you wouldn't catch on that it was a trap, while Jake told his sob story and got you close enough, for us to capture you." The demon said mockingly while looking smugly at Jake. "Now, if you'll excuse me the auction's about to start and you're the night's first items up for bid."

Jake was staring at the floor looking guilty as he followed the demon as it went back up the stairs.

"How we gonna get out of this?" Dean asked as he banged the back of his head against the cage.

"We'll think of something, we always do." Said Sam trying to comfort himself more than Dean. "

I'm not talking about this, I'm really not to worried about this.", "I mean after this.", "It's gonna be like this no matter where we go from here on out.", "No matter what we do.", "If we get out of this then we have to worry about how to get out of every situation after this.", "And we're going to need serious help to get out of this.", "We're being hunted now.", "And it's like shooting fish in a barrel, cause there's no safe place to hide.", "We're probably gonna be dead within a year Sammy."

"What the hell Dean?" Said Sam sounding frustrated. "It sounds like your giving up!", "What you just wanna sit here and let them kill us?", "Because you don't want to go through the same shit tommorrow?", "Well that's tough Dean!", "Cause even if I have to get us outa here on my own, we are gonna get out of this.", "And everything after this, cause we got work to do."

"Sam I didn't mean I wouldn't go down without swinging." Dean said sounding moody "And I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you.", "I'm just saying there's gonna come a time when we're gonna be completly screwed.", "And we won't be able to do a damn thing about it.", "It'll friggin suck, but mark my words it'll happen."

"No it won't.", "Not if we keep fighting." Said Sam.

There was a tense silence between the Winchesters as the red velvet curtain begain to part.

There was a roar of aplause, cheers and whistles as the caged prizes were revealed.

A nicely dressed man came to a podium at the front middle of the stage. The man raised one hand and banged a small gavel with the other while yelling to get above the noisy crowd. "COULD EVERYONE PLEASE COME TO ORDER!", "WE'LL BE STARTING THE AUCTION IN FIVE MINUTES!", "AFTER THE BIDDING STARTS WE PREFFER EVERYONE REMAIN QUITELY SEATED, ONLY STANDING OR SPEAKING WHEN PLACING A BID.", "METHODS OF ACCEPTED PAYMENTS ARE SOULS AND VIRGINS.", "FOR ANYONE NOT INTRESTED IN BIDING ON THE CURRENT ITEMS YOU ARE FREE TO SPECTATE OR YOU MAY USE THIS TIME TO GO OUT AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE OPEN BAR OUT IN THE LOBBY.", "WHEN BIDDING COMENCES THE DOORS WILL LOCK AND REMAIN LOCKED UNTILL BIDDING ON THE CURRENT ITEMS HAS ENDED.", "YOU WILL BE ALLOWED TO RE-ENTER AND MOVE AROUND FREELY AFTER BIDDING ON THE CURRENT ITEMS HAS CEASED AND THE HIGHEST BIDDER COLLECTS THEIR PURCHASES.", "THE DOORS WILL BE CLOSING IN TWO MINUTES.", "REPEAT YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES TO OPENING BID.", "PLEASE EVERYONE COME TO ORDER."

The nicely dressed man checked his watch, looked up and when he nodded his head the doors swung shut, locking instantly. Now the man spoke again saying "The bidding will start at eighty.", "Do I hear hear eighty?"

Hands flew into the air as bids and auctioneer calls began flying quickly.

Sam and Dean were getting nervous. They were in front of a large crowd of demons and if there was a way to get out of their cages, which there wasn't, there wouldn't be a way to escape unnoticed and they couldn't fight or exorcise that many demons at once with no weapons and no help.

Bidding was beggining to slow down as ten thousand virgins was just to rich for most demon's blood.

Sam and Dean were really sweating it now the demons that had bid last were a large group that seemed to be throwing in together to get a chance at winning. There were to many demons in the group. There would be no way the brothers could fight back if this group bought them.

It was looking hopeless for the Winchesters, as the auctioneer started calling " Going once.", "Going twice."

The auctioneer was just about to bang the gavel and declare the Winchesters as "Sold." When a familiar voice upped the bid to two hundred thousand souls.

There was an angry buzz amongst the group as they couldn't match the bid even pooling all of their resources together. So now the auctioneer banged the gavel and called the highest bidder to claim their purchases.

Crowly stood and made his way to the stage looking full of himself and said "If you don't mind getting them wrapped up for me I'll just take them to go."

The auctioneer nodded and gestured for a few larger demons to come take care of the client's request. After being injected with some kind of sedative, the Winchesters passed out, making it easy for the demons to bind them without damaging the merchandise.

Chapter 3

As the brothers began to wake, they heard the familiar roar of an engine and found themselves, tied up in the backseat, of an older model car, with Crowley at the wheel.

"Oh lovely, you're awake.", "Well rise and shine then." Said Crowly sounding chipper.

"Oh we are so gonna kick your ass." Said Dean sounding angry and wincing as his head had started painfully throbbing upon waking.

"Kick my arse.", "What a wonderful way to show graditude to the guy who just saved you both from being fillayed alive.", "Kick my arse." Chuckled Crowly. "How praytell do you plan on managing that?", "Being all tied up and unarmed like you are I don't see you kicking anyone's arse, at the moment, least of all mine."

"Why did you save us?" Groaned Sam as he tried to sit up a little better. "And don't say out of the goodness of your heart cause we know you have an angle."

"So.", "What do you want?" Said Dean gruffly.

"Well you both sound extremely entusiastic about living to see another day." Said Crowly in a mocked tone of hurt feelings.

"But.", "Your're right, I don't have a goodness of my heart to act apond.", "Because, well I don't have a heart.", "But it's not like I didn't have plenty of souls at my disposle.", "And you'd be suprised what sorts of things you can get at an auction these days.", "You two just happened to be up for bid and you are the only ones I've come across that can make a Leviathan even flinch, so I figured it would be a waste to just let you be killed right away.", "And.", "If you havn't noticed there's just to many "things" running loose these days and you two are just some of what's left that can actually hunt and kill them."

"Well demons are doin well for themselves.", "That's something you should feel happy about." Said Dean sarcastically.

"HAPPY!" Stated Crowly irrately.

"When Castielle opened purgatory, he tore open a rift, for things from both purgatory and hell to just hop back and forth through at will.", " NOW DEMONS ARE USING THIS PLACE AS A FRIGGIN DAY SPA!", "SOME FRESHLY DAMNED PEOPLE POP UP IN HELL JUST TO ESCAPE SECONDS AFTER THEY ARRIVE! "

"DO YOU REALIZE HOW DIFFICULT THAT MAKES THINGS FOR ME DOWNSTAIRS!", "WHEN EVEN THE NEWBIES GET BETTER BENEFITS THAN TOP MANAGEMENT! "HELL'S NOT SO SCARY, IF YOU GET TO JUST TAKE A BREAK FROM ETERNALL DAMNATION, WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT!" Yelled Crowly sounding royally pissed.

"AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ALL THE LITTLE BITCHES AND BASTARDS POURING FREELY OUT OF PURGATORY!"

"So you want us to mop up a mess that you had a hand in making." Growled Dean.

"HEY!", "IT'S NOT LIKE THE OLD DAYS WERE I CAN JUST ORDER THE OTHER DEMONS TO LEAVE YOU BE!," "I HAVE A REBELLIOUS LOT TO DEAL WITH.", "I JUST SAVED YOU BOTH FROM HEARING ONE OF THOSE DEMONS SAY THEY THINK YOU OR YOUR BROTHER HAVE A PRETTY MOUTH!"

"I PUT MY OWN NECK ON THE LINE TO HELP YOU!", "SO SHOW A LITTLE RESPECT, AND SOME GRATITUDE WOULDN"T KILL YOU EITHER!"

"GRATEFUL!", "TO A DEMON!", " AS IF THAT'LL EVER HAPPEN!" Exclaimed Dean.

Sam could sense the situation was getting dangerously heated and he nudged his brother to make him cool it untill they could figure a way out of this.

Crowly pulled over to the side of the road and turned to face the brothers saying calmly. "Hunting things is something you already do."

"Everything from purgatory needs to be rounded up.", "And.", "You want all the Leviathan , especially Dick Roman, dead, just as much as I do."

"Add in the fact that the topside demon population needs to be brought under control.", "And.", " I have no idea why you'd have a problem with doing it."

"All I'm wanting you two to do is put all the loose baddies in their rightful places.", "It shouldn't matter that it's my price for saving your skins.", "You're hunters, this is your arena anyway."

Crowly got out of the car and pulled Sam out the back driver's side door. As he did this he brought out a knife. Dean went nuts "YOU HURT HIM I SWEAR..."

"YEAH!", "YEAH!" I GET THE PICTURE!" Crowly Interrupted as he cut away Sam's bindings.

"I thought, I just established, that I saved your lives.", "So why would I want to hurt either of you?"

"Morons, the fate of the world, and underworld rest on your sholders.",

Now Crowly pulled Dean out of the car, but he kept a wary eye on Sam as he cut away the ropes that bound Dean.

"Alright then, your free.", "Do what you will." Crowly said mockingly.

The Winchesters roled their eyes and started heading back in the same direction as they had been driving from. "

"Hey!" Exclaimed Crowly. "At least be smart enough to continue in the right direction to safety!", "You show up back there those demons will know I helped you and I'll lose even more leverage."

The brothers kept walking paying him no attention.

"Why are you going back anyway?" Crowly yelled after them "You have no way to fight all of those demons.", "You'll just wind up putting your necks right back on the chopping block and I won't be there to save you!"

Crowly shifted nervously he couldn't help them again. Finding himself at an impass Crowly got back in to his car and drove away leaving Sam and Dean to their fate.

Chapter 4

The Winchesters walked in darkness for what felt like hours and Dean was fuming the whole way muttering things such as: "Like I'll work for a demon.", "Crowly can kiss my ass.", "I can't believe an eight year old got the drop on us.", "Wouldn't even be here if it weren't for that little brat.", "Should've waited to take a bath.", "Haven't worked for so long we got rusty. "We got sloppy.", "Who the hell does Crowly think he is?, "Why are we, always such saps for a kid?", "We should've known better, should've known it was a trap.", "But no!", "We want to be heros!"

Sam walked along silently, listening to and taking in his brother's insecent rambling, thinking "Well.", "At least he's not holding it all in anymore."

Finally there were the lights of a small town coming in to view.

Dean got quiet. The brothers hid in the shadows as they neared the center of town. But there was no one to stop them. Untill they reached the town hall, then it was a differant story, there, demons were posted all around the building and they could see no imediate way to get past them. Sam and Dean sat in a dark alley obseving the goings on in and around the town hall. From the sounds of things the auction was still in full swing as the brothers could hear the muffled calls of bids and the hammering of the auctioneer's gavel.

"Apparently, we, weren't the only ones for sell." Said Sam in a worried sigh.

"Ya think!" Exclaimed Dean raising his hand in simbilance of smacking himself in the head as if to say "DUH!"

"Well how do we save the people in there?" Chidded Sam. "It's not like we really planned this out!"

Dean realized that they really were getting rusty.

"That's gotta be fixed." Dean mummbled speratically.

"What?" Asked Sam confused.

"Oh just talking to myself." Replied Dean.

"Thought I was suppossed to be the mental case." Sam Muttered .

The two settled down and started putting together a plan. They knew that if they made any move to eliminate the demon gaurds around the building that they would possibly tip off the others inside. So they stayed quite and as invisible, as the shadows would allow and snuck their way to the side of the town hall.

They could see through a basement window on the side of the building, that, the sick bastards were now bidding on each of the town's children individually and a few of the adults that had not been possessed. Dean was pissed when the auctioneer referred to the frightened people as take home party favors or snacks.

Now, Jake was pulled onto the stage by the demon possessing his father. The boy was heaving with heavy sobs as he bawled and shrieked in near histerics "PLEASE, DADDY, DON'T LET HIM DO THIS!", "PLEASE, YOU PROMISED TO LET ME HAVE HIM BACK!", "PLEASE, DADDY, PLEASE, COME BACK, DON'T LET HIM DO THIS!"

The child struggled, pulling back, trying to pull his wrist from the grip of the demon. The demon laughed mockingly and pulled the boy into his arms and forced him to face the crowd and yelled to the other demons "I can personally tell all of you this one's worth buying, if you want some fun!"

Dean was disgusted and enraged as the demon took out a knife and made a slice on the boy's cheek and then ran his finger over the fresh cut and put it to his lips tasting the blood. A few in the crowd shouted perverse sounding remarks. Jake was shaking violently, the poor kid was horrified.

Dean wasn't going to stand for this, as pissed as he still was at the kid, he understood why the boy did what he did. Jake didn't deserve this, he was still just a little boy and Dean wasn't going to let those monsters hurt him.

Sam wasn't happy about how the demons were treating Jake either but in order for the plan they had come up with to work he needed to keep his head clear and he needed Dean calm.

Sam shook his older brother's shoulder and shot him a look and whispered "Don't get distracted, stick to the plan."

Dean nodded saying "I know, I'm good go."

"Okay." Whispered Sam as he let out a nervous sigh "Be ready for when I get back."

Sam left his brother at the side of the building and disapeared into the shadows.

As soon as Sam was out of sight Dean started climbing up the ladder to the fire escape. Once he reached the top floor Dean pried open an attic window and crawled through. Thankfully there was no demons there to stop him or give him away. Dean set to work clearing a large area, then he he sliced his hand with a stray sharp piece of metal he had come across in the room. Using his blood he drew a devil's trap large enough to contain all of the demons in the basement and lobby , then he watched out the window and waited for Sam's to get back.

Sam made his way back through the town going the way he and Dean had come in. They had passed by a small Catholic grade school and Sam was planning on ripping off a few supplies from inside. He was going through a checklist in his head, of things, that he was certain he would find that could prove usefull against the demons as he broke in to the building.

The first place Sam checked was the school Gymnasium, there he found a bullhorn, some big gymbags to carry eveything in and some water bottles, which Sam later filled with water and using rosery beads that he stole from inide a teacher's desk, he blessed the water, making it holy water.

Then Sam tore through the janitor's closet, all of the lockers, classrooms, the cafeteria, the counsler's office, principals office and the groundskeeper's shed.

He found a tape recorder and tapes, duct tape, speakers, large bags of rock salt, large canisters of table salt, sharp pieces of iron fencing, and a few large, unused chemical spray botttles and jugs, which Sam also filled with holy water.

Using the tapes and tape recorder he found, Sam recited an exorcism eight times back to back filling the tape on both sides. Then he played it back making sure it would loop right when the repeat button was pushed. When he was satisfied that the recorder would play the exorcism over and over for at least an hour Sam taped the recorder to the back of the bullhorn and rigged it to where it would play through the mutiple speakers like a makeshift intercom set up.

He didn't have the arsenall he wanted but he had made due with what he could scavage.

After loading everything into the gymbags, Sam made his way back to the townhall.

The one thing that was beneficial to the plan was that the guards didn't move from their posts. Sam guessed that the demons had thought that there would be no challenges and that they had only put up guards to put the buyers at ease. So it was relativly easy for Sam to set up speakers and lay a salt line around the perimiter of the building, all he had to do was stay quite and out of sight.

When Sam finished with the speakers and the salt perimiter, he fished into the gymbag for two pieces of the iron fencing, the bullhorn and tape recorder set up and two spray bottles full of holly water. After he found the things he needed he layed the gymbags, one piece of iron fencing and one spray bottle close to the fire escape where Dean could find them, then Sam tied the bulhorn into the speaker system pulled the triger on the bullhorn and taped it back, he then pushed play on the recorder and the exorcism started coming from all sides of the building exactly as he'd hoped.

The guards all left their post looking for the source of the recording.

Dean had heard a loud squelch as Sam had hooked up the speaker to the bulhorn and he was already on the ground as the recorded exorcism began to play loudly on all sides of the building. Then the lights inside went out as Sam cut the power to the building.

Dean found and collected each of the items his brother left him then he pried open one of the back basement windows and started spraying the holly water at the demons who were stupid enough to come close to the window. Hearing the exorcism the demons started to writhe in their bodies shouting obsenities and threats.

The exorcism made a good majority of the demons smoke out, leaving the people unconcious but other wise unharmed. But, a few demons had been smart enough to lock themselves into the meatsuits they wore.

Dean was glad that none of them had enough mojo to break the devil's trap. He sprayed the demons that remained making them retreat to the far side of the room.

Using the space Dean forced the gymbags through the window, then, he held tight to the piece of sharp iron and the spray bottle and rolled through the opening. Springing up to his feet before the demons could close the gap Dean raised the bottle and sprayed the demons again, right in their faces temporarily blinding them. Then he stabbed as many as he could with the sharp piece of iron.

A couple had scattered, while Dean was distracted with impaling the others, and started trying to find a way out of the basement. But they found themselves unable to cross over any threshold that would provide a safe means of escape. Turning around they saw Dean Winchester slowly closing in on them. Dean smirked and pointed upward. "Devil's trap." He said cruelly as he took an ominous step forward and coldly plunged the piece of sharp iron right into the body that was once Jake's father. Then turning on the last demon standing, Dean growled angrily "Where's the children?", "All the people who weren't possessed?" Grabbing the auctioneer Dean pinned him to the wall and shouted "WHERE ARE THEY, YOU SICK BASTARD?"

The auctioneer raised a hand and pointed towards the backstage area and said "There's a room back there where they are all being held."

Dean mercilessly stabbed the auctioneer through the heart leaving nothing but a dead meatsuit.

Dean rushed to the area the auctioneer had indicated and forced open the door, revealing the terrified people as they clammered to the back of the room, most of them attempting to protect the children and others. mostly men standing in front of the vulnerable members of the crowd issuing poinless threats of what would happen if anyone were to be harmed.

Dean raised his hands and stepped back as he said reasuringly. "It's okay, you're safe now."

A few people looked relieved, while, others looked disbelievingly at Dean muttering things like: "It's probably a trick of some kind.", " No one go near him." and "They can't really be expecting us to fall for this crap."

Dean stayed back understanding the cautiousnous of the people. He had to be cautious himself and he couldn't take a chance on one of the people in this room being possessed. So, he started spraying everyone with the holy water.

Some of the people gave a frigtened, panicked scream as they didn't know what they were being soaked with, some yelled more threats and obsenities at Dean but others, just as predicted, had hissed menancingly, as their eyes turned black, right before, they gave an inhuman shriek and smoked out of their bodies.

Every one in the room recoiled away from the bodies as they fell unconscious, most throwing themselves over the children to shield them from the danger.

"IT'S ALRIGHT PEOPLE, IT WAS JUST HOLY WATER.", "IT'S SAFE FOR EVERYONE TO COME OUT NOW." Dean announced over the chaos.

Some of the people still protested and Dean was getting frustrated and shouted. "FINE, STAY IN THERE!", "BUT, I'M LEAVING NOW AND I WON'T COME BACK FOR ANYONE.", "OH, AND BY THE WAY THE DEMONS WON'T STAY GONE FOR LONG, THEY WILL BE BACK.", "SO IF ANYONE WANTS TO LIVE, I SUGGEST THEY COME WITH ME."

Some of the people reluctingly filtered out of the room, while the others just stood there with looks of defiance and distrust written on their faces.

Dean waved his hand forward annoyed with the shear stubborness of those who remained. Leaving the door open he turned to lead the few compliant people to safety.

Sam had managed to take out the demons outside that hadn't been exercised and he was heading to help Dean.

When his brother came out the doors of the town hall with a small group of people following behind him.

The people got tense as Sam neared and Dean had to reasure them that Sam was with him. "

This everyone?" Sam asked, looking around at the terrified people.

"No.", Replied Dean "There's ten more inside.", "I think you're gonna have to go convince them it's safe." Said Dean sounding frustrated. Then to hide his annoyance, he chuckled and said "I guess I just don't have your puppy dog face."

Sam nodded and went inside. About thirty minutes went by before the first four people filed out.

They still stayed to themselves, but now, it was more out of embaressment than distrust. Fifteen minutes more and the remaining six people joined everyone else outside followed by Sam.

Dean just shook his head and pulled the corners of his mouth tight trying to keep his face stern towards the newcomers. But his brother's undeniable gift at getting his way made it hard for Dean to keep from giving a sly smile. After a quick head count to make sure they had all of the citizens out of harms way Dean realized that Jake was missing.

Dean asked the group if they had seen him. When all of them answered that they hadn't, Dean dropped everything except, the already bloody piece of iron and ran back into the building to find the child.

When Dean reached the room that he had killed the last two demons in he heard sobs coming from the body of the boy's father.

At first Dean couldn't see where the sounds were coming from.

It was dark and Jake was so small, and, laying beside his dad, the way he was, made him nearly invisible at a quick glance. Only when Dean got closer did the boy react.

Looking up Jake automatically recognized Dean and tried to get away.

Dean wasn't in the mood to have to go chasing after him, so he ended it here. Closing the gap in just a few long strides Dean grabbed the boy by the sholder and forced Jake to face him.

Jake gave a frightened whine and stumbled backwards landing on his rump. The child was sobbing with grief and fear so Dean came down to his level.

"Hey it's okay, I won't hurt you." Dean try to say soothingly, but he faultered as he looked over at the body of the boy's father and he knew it wasn't okay and that for Jake it would probably never be okay again.

Dean's earlier anger at the boy disapeared. The kid had just wanted his dad back and even a knowlegable adult could have been driven to the kind of lengths this child had been.

The boy was shaking and Dean reached out to comfort him.

Jake pulled away and looked up with a cold stare and sounded hollow as he asked "Did you kill him to punish me or to get even with me for my part in trapping you."

Jake took a shaky breath as he became just a little boy again and pulled his face into a pout right before breaking into heaving sobs.

Still a sap for a kid, Dean pulled the child into a hug and said "You don't deserve to be punished Jake and no one wants to get even with you for anything.", "You're just a child."

"Your dad died because the demon that was inside him wouldn't let him be saved.", "Understand?" Dean asked.

The boy pulled away and looking at Dean he nodded his head and wiped the tears from his eyes as he asked sadly "What am I suppossed to do now?"

"Do you have any other family?" Dean asked.

Jake shook his head and whispered "No.", "I have nowhere to go, everything I told you out by the pond was true, except for my dad disapearing."

"My brother and I will help figure something out for you." Said Dean, but then he shuddered as he remembered, the people he and Sam would have normally relied on in a situation like this were no longer amongst the living.

Suddenly Dean wanted to cry to, because, like Jake, he and Sam had no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

Dean helped the boy stand and tried not to sound stern or acusing as he asked exactly how many people had been sold while he and Sam were on a road trip with Crowly, and if he knew who they were or who they were sold to. He also asked about the list the demon had mentioned and if Jake knew any of the names that were on it. J

ake told Dean that the demons had torn away and burned part of the list upon Sam and Dean's capture and that once a person became an "item" up for auction they were no longer refered to by a name, but by a number. So there was never a way to tell if any of the people that had been sold's names had been on the list or not. Even if a name on the list, had, been revealed there would have been no ability to match up any one person to the name, too many strangers had been drug in to be sold and a good majority were probably civilians, so there was no telling how many hunters had met a grisly end via the auction.

Then Jake told Dean about the log book that was on the auctioneer's podium, he told Dean that it had all of the night's "transactions" recorded inside.

Dean felt nausous as he opened the log book. Inside was a list of sixty numbers, each one representing some poor person who was probably being tortured to death or worse right now. It became even more awful, when, to Dean's horror, he found that the book had at least a month's worth of "transitions" logged inside.

Over five hundred innocent people, some of them children had met the worst fates imaginable, all in the name, of turning hunters, into the hunted.

Sam was equally sickened when Dean showed him the book and told him about everything Jake had said. After talking to all of the people that they'd managed to rescue, the Winchesters found out that the demons had been terrifying this town for two weeks and that a majority of the people that had been sold, had been kidnapped, from a few smaller towns, that were scattered throughout the nearby area, untill tonight when they started to sell off the town's people because they were" closing up shop" and were going to move on to somewhere else.

It was terrifying for the group to learn just how few "safe" places there were. All of them asked questions along the same lines , things like: "How many towns are completly vacant or completly populated with these "things" now?", "Who can fight them?", "How do we survive?", "How do we fight back?", "When's it going to end?", "When will it finally be safe, really safe?", "How much control do these monsters have?"

Sam and Dean could only give the group a crash course on how to protect themselves against most things "that go bump in the night", other than that, the brothers had no real answers, because they had some of the same questions themselves.

Sam and Dean waited untill each member of the group gathered enough supplies to keep them safe, sheltered and fed for now, then they gave them all pointers of how to use fake names when possible and how to keep on the move to avoid detection if it came to that for any of them. The brothers watched as the people broke off either individually or into family and friend groups each going their own seperate ways, but all of them getting as far from this place as fast as they possibly could. One of the women agreed to take care of Jake until he could take care of himself and she and Jake were the last ones besides Sam and Dean to put the now vacant town in their review mirror.

Sam and Dean packed what few supplies they had found. The brothers had learned that, their car, most of their supplies and personal belongings had been auctioned off as well. So, they would have to hotwire one of the abandoned cars in the town and start a new stock of weapons and supplies.

Dean wasn't to happy as the best car they could find was a run of the mill sedan, but he didn't complain. It was close to midday before the Winchesters hauled ass out of the town, that, they had set ablaze, to help cover their tracks and the tracks of all the civilians they had saved.

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Episode 2

" Pieces of me"

Chapter 1

It had been two months since Groton Long Point and the Winchesters were still on edge.

It felt like all they could do was stay on the move. One Winchester would drive while the other slept. They only stopped to get something to eat, use the restroom, to steal another car, or to get gas.

They were, for the first time, officially without a clue on how to continue as the way they were now living was getting old fast. They were getting cabin fever, (or car fever rather).

It wasn't like they'd never had to use a vehicle as their main residency before and it wasn't like they hadn't been on the road for days without stopping before. But, it was the notion that they could never stop, but for a few minutes ever again that was slowly driving them crazy.

The reasons they were on the move began to mess with Sam's already addled mind and his hallucinations were getting worse and now he was not only seeing Lucifer twenty-four/seven but he was also seeing other monsters everywhere he looked, even when there was nothing there and he was continually getting the sensation of being caged. It was begining to cause him even more paranoia. Now if Sam fell asleep he woke up screaming almost every single time.

Dean had found it unsettling, especially since it nearly caused him to wreck, the first couple of times it happened.

Finally around the sixth time it happened Dean wanted straight answers and Sam had to stop being dodgy and reluctantly he let Dean know what was going on.

"It's getting worse." Sam had replied gesturing to his head.

Dean looked baffled he hadn't actually thought about Sam's "problem" in a while because he had assumed his brother had gotten better on his own and he had put it in the back of his mind a long time ago, there was just to much other stuff to deal with.

But, now here that "problem" was rearing it's ugly head all over again. "Or maybe it never really went away.", "I, just didn't see it." Dean thought.

Sam had confirmed that he had never stopped seeing or hearing Lucifer, but, he had learned a long time ago to just not let that get to him and he didn't know why he was seeing and hearing "other things" now, along with having nightmares again.

His best guess, was now the fact there was no safe place to go anymore was starting to get to him. It was the fear of capture of having to go through a living hell and then real hell again if they were ever caught. Because surely they would be tortured to death. And. Once they were dead where would they wind up?

When Dean heard his brother's fears, he knew there was nothing he could do, because it was a very real scenario.

How could something like that not tredge up a real legitament fear that even he had?

He didn't want his brother to suffer so Dean contacted his old friend Doctor Robert and told him what was happening with Sam and a couple of days later he was picking up a few different medicines that the doctor said "might" help using some forged prescriptions.

And of course the doctor had to go and pop Dean's bubble with the 'might" part of things explaining how Sam's situation was "unique" and that any medicines might cause more harm than good.

Doctor Robert advised Dean to keep him posted on Sam's progress so that medication could be adjusted, switched or stopped if needed. It made things akward when the doctor asked Dean how "he" was. Because with everything that was happening it would be perfectly understandable to need someone to talk to.

Dean told the doctor he was thankful for his help with Sam and taking back on his old hardened nature he thanked the doctor for his concern and said that he himself would be alright.

As if things weren't bad enough Dean actually was a little paranoid himself and as he picked up Sam's medication he felt, that, even though the doctor had assured him that the pharmacy he was sending him to was devoid of monsters and he was using forged everything to get the meds, like he was leading everything that was hunting them right to their location. So Dean got himself and his brother as far away as possible before the hell that felt like was coming started to rain down on them.

Dean spent several sleepless nights driving, because to stay moving was the only thing that felt safe now. Sam wasn't allowed to drive because one of the last times he had driven he hallucinated and nearly killed them both by almost driving off the road and now with the medications he shouldn't be operating any kind of machinery. Sam was tired all the time now anyway. He couldn't keep himself awake a majority of the time, because his body was still adjusting to the heavy barage of side effects that, wasn't unexpected, but, it was still a hinderance and he felt like a burden to Dean.

Dean wouldn't even park the car and just let Sam take watch for a while so he could sleep because he didn't want to risk something happening to Sam while he slept. So Sam felt guilty and Dean was being stubborn insisting that he was "fine" and that it was "okay" and saying things like: "This isn't your fault Sam.", "You can't drive and we can't stop.", "I'm so hopped up on caffeine right now, I don't think I'll need sleep for at least another month anyway."

It wasn't untill one night he had a face to face with a big rig in the oncoming lane that Dean gave in and let Sam finally talk him into pulling over so he could sleep. While Dean slept Sam had nothing to do but pace in circles around the car to keep from falling asleep himself.

It wasn't easy, because even though he kept moving, Sam felt himself getting slugish.

Stubornly Sam wouldn't wake Dean. He wanted Dean to be able to get a full eight hours of sleep without having to worry about him for a change. But when Sam got dizzy and his knees gave in Dean instinctively sprang up to be at his brother's side.

"Sam talk to me." Said Dean in a panicked tone as he knelt in front of Sam.

"I just got dizzy and it made me feel kinda weak.", "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." Sam managed to say but his voice sounded weak.

"Sam you collapsed, I'm not scared, man, I'm terrified.", "I'm calling Doctor Robert.", "But first we gotta get moving, we've already been sitting still to long." Said Dean nervously.

"You were only asleep three hours.", "You need to rest to.", "If you don't take care of yourself, Who's gonna take care of me?" Sam argued.

Dean heaved his oversized "little" brother into the back seat and said "I'm gonna take care of both of us.", "Trust me Sammy."

Sam felt like a heavy fog was swallowing his mind and before he knew it he was out. Dean grew frantic. Sam's condition had kept him worried from the start and the medicines appeared to do nothing besides continuosly make him lethargic and now his brother was to weak to even stand on his own.

Dean hauled ass to San Francisco's China Town, where, he hoped, Doctor Robert would be able to help.

After Dean made sure that Sam was settled in the doctor's room above the butcher shop, he stepped out to ask just what was going on with his brother.

Doctor Robert went over again on how there had never been a way to predict any outcome because of how Sam's situation was "unique" and he reminded Dean that he had been warned that medicating Sam could've made things worse.

The only thing the doctor could suggest, was that they allow Sam to come off the medicines slowly, so that he didn't have an even more adverse reaction than what they were dealing with now.

"You're going to have to stay here for at least a month so that I can personally monitor Sam's condition." Doctor Robert had said.

Dean shook his head, there was no way that was going to be safe for anyone, but he didn't want to risk irreparably hurting Sam. So reluctantly he agreed and with time the doctor even convinced Dean to finally get some sleep.

Chapter 2

Dean was starting to really worry about Sam. It had been three weeks and his little brother was only getting weaker.

Now Sam was mostly only semi-consious and he thrashed around screaming out and writhing in pain or fear. As the days passed Sam only seemed to get even worse. Dean wouldn't leave his brother's side for anything now and Doctor Robert had to drug him just to get him to sleep.

When Dean finally passed out the doctor had his assistant help him get Dean into a bed in a seperate room.

It was ten hours later when Dean woke up and he wasn't exactly happy to find that he had been away from Sam for so long. After chewing out the doctor he rushed into Sam's room to assure his brother he was still there.

Dean was nearly overjoyed when he opened the door to discover Sam standing up on his own, by the far wall looking in a mirror with his back turned to him. "

Sammy you're up." Said Dean happily.

But something wasn't right. It took a few seconds for Dean to notice his brother's violent trembling and his heavy breathing.

"Hey, Sam, man are you okay?" Dean asked fearfully.

"Was this, worth getting my soul back? Sam asked turning slowly to reveal one of Dean's worst ever fears.

His brother's eyes were a blazing, undeniable yellow.

Dean lost all ability to breathe as this demon that was once his brother gave him a soul crushing stare that said his Sam might still be in there somewhere.

The demon saw Dean's reaction and said "You know what an hour in the cage equals on Earth, Dean?", "It's roughly a million years give or take a decade.", "That's how long this body was there.", "Plenty of time for Lucifer to play." The demon snarled.

Dean finally snapped out of it. He issued a warning for the demon to let his brother go.

"You don't get it do you?", "I am Sam.", "Or at least the part of him that was tainted by the demon blood." The demon replied.

"This body was tortured, used and shattered into microscopic slivers only to be rearanged and toyed with continuously.", "We were fractured into each of our own multiple selves."

When our angel friend broke into hell to save me he didn't know it was more of an "us" by the time he got there.", "And he took our body but he unknowingly left all of the rest of us there to suffer."

"Do the math Dean if an hour on Earth in the cage equals a million years, how long do you think WE were there?", "Here's a hint we were there for a little over a year on Earth and there's a little over eight thousand seven hundred seventy-two hours in one year."

"When Death came to free us he had to practically use a dustpan to make sure he got all of our pieces.", "All so that you can have your brother back."

"You're not Sam!", "You're not even a piece of him!", "He never would have broken badly enough to become a demon!", "He wouldn't have given in!", "He's stronger than that!" Dean said furiously.

"Oh, you think it was a matter of choice." The demon replied. "Trust me none of us chose thise.", "We never had a chance for a choice.", "You see, the demon blood that has flowed through our veins since six months of age automatically turned us into this the second we hit hell."

"The only reason the brother you know and love could even be here at all, is, that we were repressed behind the wall Death put up.", "Your Sam didn't even know what he was getting you and himself into, as he put our pieces back together, after that wall broke.", "But he still did it because it was the only way to get to you."

"There's pieces of us that remembers everything that happened in hell, your Sam is lucky enough to only see hallucinations and remember only small bits at a time of our many, painful and humiliating tourtures in the cage.", "There's what we were like with no soul, I know you're pretty familiar with that part of us.", "There's parts of of us that have all our psychic abilities and all of the special mojo that comes with being like me.", "And so many other pieces that make up our whole."

"Of course your Sam isn't really aware of any of us." "Although he has caught little glimpses, of little pieces of some of us immerging in himself.", "Of course technically, we are all him and he is us, so it's only natural, that we eventually come together completly one day.",

"Even though he isn't fully aware of our pieces he is subconciously fighting against our pressence and it's killing us all.", "So I have to ask again.", "Is knowing that I am a part of your Sam now, worth having his soul back?", "Because you can't get rid of me, or any of the rest of us that you may not like, not without killing us all, that means your Sam would die to."

"He'd rather die than be a monster!" Dean snarled.

"Yes I know he would." The demon said. "But, what would happen to our soul?"

"Do you really want to risk sending your brother back to hell just to get rid of me?", "I haven't hurt anyone and I won't, because I don't want to be a monster either." Said Sam sounding bitter.

Dean took a few heavy frustated breaths. He was so scared and angry he could hardly think. All he knew was that he didn't want to lose his Sam and he definatly didn't want his little brother to have to go back to hell.

Could this have been what their father had meant when he told Dean so long ago that he would have to kill Sam if he couldn't save him?

It was a terrible thought that flashed in Dean's mind and he remembered promising Sam that he'd never stop trying to save him.

Dean managed to look again at his brother and when he met his gaze he felt himself instinctually tense with fear at the sight of those yellow eyes. But he made himself keep looking, he made himself see Sam for all that he was now. It was hard for Dean to accept but the demon or partial demon that was standing before him now was just as much his Sammy as the baby he had carried out of their burning home thirty-one years ago and he still loved him just as much now as he did then.

Chapter 3

Dean didn't know how to handle this situation. But he wasn't going to kill his own brother just because he was "partialy" a demon now. So Dean decided to protect his brother like always and he reluctanly nodded his ability to tolerate all of the pieces that came with having his Sam back.

Sam gave a shudder and went to his knees.

Dean didn't miss a beat and went to his brother in a blink. Suddenly it was clear for Dean that it didn't matter to him if Sam went evil, became completly good or stayed in between, he wasn't going to allow anything to seperate him from his brother ever again.

It was scary for Dean to realize that he really would do anything for Sam, but at the same time nothing felt more natural. Because so many things had been working to seperate the Winchester brothers before either of them had even been born. So it felt good, felt right as he chose to screw destiny right in it's face yet again.

To Dean's relief Sam was alright, he had just simply passed out because his body was to weak and worn out from all of the fighting going on in his mind and soul. After getting his little brother back to bed Dean had nothing to do but wait for his Sam to find his way back out of the chaos.

Doctor Robert suggested Dean try talking to Sam and said that sometimes people in a state like this are able to hear a loved one speaking and that sometimes it helps them recover.

Thinking it couldn't hurt Dean waited for some privacy and opened up about how scared he was and about how he needed for Sam to be okay. By the time he was finished Dean had ended up pouring out more than he had intented and he wound up breaking down and crying.

It felt like he was alone and he just unleashed all of his emotions and allowed them to run rampant. Finally feeling liberated from all of the emotional baggage he had been carrying, Dean took a deep breath and knowing it would stay a secret he said to Sam "Turns out I do, do chick flick moments after all."

Dean wiped his eyes and took back on his tough persona as the doctor came back into the room.

The doctor took Sam's vitals and discussed with Dean how he thought Sam seemed to be getting stronger and that Sam might wake up any day now. Dean was hopeful for a change. But now a heavy question weighed on his mind. "When Sam wakes up which piece of Sam will he be?"

It was pretty astonishing to Dean as he found that when Sam opened his eyes three days later, he looked and acted like himself. Sam also seemed not to remember anything that happened after he colapsed five weeks ago. Sam was still completly oblivious to any of the pieces of himself that needed to be put together. To Dean this meant that for now his Sam had managed to come to the surface, that he had been strong enough to come back out of all that chaos and leave the other parts of himself repressed.

So Sam was still shattered but strong enough to gain some of his stability back. Dean knew that untill Sam could accept everything that was inside himself he would never be able to be whole or truly healthy. Fearing that Sam may die if he wasn't able to get all of his pieces together right and knowing for sure that his brother would definatly get devestatingly sick again if he felt the need to fight the pressences of the other parts of himself, had Dean in a turmoil.

Dean thought the safer course of action would be to avoid anything that may trigger Sam into waring with his inner "selves" again. To just let Sam slowly adjust to the idea that he had multiple parts and help him accept that it wasn't necesarily a bad thing. So Dean decided not to tell Sam what had been revealed to him right away.

Chapter 4

When Sam was ready to travel again Dean packed everything up and got himself and his brother back on the road to face down all the new cases that had been popping up because anonimity was pretty much pointless now that there was nowhere to go without risking a run in with either demons or Leviathan. But first he had one gratuitous excursion he wanted to go on.

"Hey sweatheart d'ya miss me?", "I sure missed you." Dean said lovingly to his "baby" as if the Impala could actually hear him or worse like he was actually expecting his beloved car to respond.

In a way she did respond, the loud "purr" of her motor, somehow, sounded "happy" to be back.

His poor girl had been in storage for nearly over a year and when he got her tires to the asphault Dean let her gallop at top speed for a while untill he noticed how Sam was white knuckling it in the passanger seat.

He eased of the gas and grudgingly brought the Impala back down to the legal speed limit. Thinking about his brother's usual disaproval of anything "fun" or what Dean thought of as fun anyway, made him chuckle to himself "Yep, still my Sammy."

Dean knew he may not be fully prepared to take his brother on any big significant cases just yet. So for now it would be just small trial runs to see how Sam handled it. It was also going to be a few stressful weeks as Dean would have to learn how to be able to sleep at nights knowing Sam could go off his rocker and wind up hurting one or both of them.

It would be hard. Dean had known that when he decided to go back on the road. But hunting and being on the move was all he knew.

Before leaving Doctor Robert's, Dean had the doc implant his brother with an injectable tracking device while Sam slept. So Dean did have a way to track his brother should Sam just take off.

The only thing Dean had to figure out now was how he was going to be able to sleep soundly or split up during a case knowing that Sam could "flip" at any moment and wind up hurting himself or someone else. For now all Dean could do was rely on his insticts of knowing when Sam was in trouble.

The few good things about Dean's decission of going full force back into hunting were that resteraunts, bars and hotels were no longer off limits. Yes they'd still want to shy away from to much soceity and hospitals were definatly out of the question so they'd have to avoid hospitial worthy injuries because they weren't always going to be close enough to get to Doctor Robert if they needed.

But now they could at least stop and sleep in halfway deceant beds when being on the move to long started to get to them. Along with every once in a while they could eat something they didn't have to buy at a gas station plus they could start getting money from hustling darts, poker and pool again so they wouldn't have to worry about money and using credit cards all of the time anymore. Not to mention now that trying to stay under the "monster" radar was pretty much pointless they could go back hunting their way. They'd just have to be careful.

The first "trial run" was only a couple hours drive away near Huntingdon, Pennsylvania and it shouldn't be to hard of a case. . . . .

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Episode 3

"Unholy Moley"

Chapter 1

Dean had picked this case for it's simplicity. It was a freshie only a week and a half old.

It had been only a tiny blurp in the paper but Dean's trained eye had cought the subtlties that made this, his and Sam's kind of thing.

Dean had to frown. Two years ago "strange" murders and disaperances would have been front page news for at least a week. But now even "strange" murders or disaperences barely made the papers let alone front page. In fact "strange" anything in the papers or news was practicly nonexistent unless you knew what to look for. Dick Roman and his minions had done a decent job keeping a lid on things.

Dean guessed everything that was comin to the human race would be more of a sneek attack. Although Dean had no clue as to why the Leviathan, demons or any other "monsters" were still bothering to hide. It wasn't like they didn't have enough numbers to just conquer everything by now. So it made Dean wonder just what the "end game" was supposed to be.

Pulling in to the parking lot of the Serenity Inn, Dean told Sam to stay in the car while he scoped the place out.

It was safe or as safe as they were going to find, so Dean was satisfied for now. He parked the Impala around the back side of the hotel and got out only the essentials in case they had to make a run for it.

Sam was already settled into the room browsing the net for research on the case when Dean came in with the bags. "Nice of you to help." Dean muttered grumpily as he set the two body sized duffle bags on the floor. Turns out the essentials were everything Dean could get his hands on.

Seeing the size of the bags and noticing how packed solid they were Sam chuckled "What d'ya do go buy more stuff?"

Dean let out a frustrated sigh "No!", "I just don't wanna get caught with my pants down again!"

"I believe they were actually all the way off." Sam said grinning.

"Whatever." Dean said sounding annoyed then muttered "Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam replied with half a laugh. It felt good to have some simbilance of normalcy back and it made Dean relax.

When he reassessed every thing that he had brought in he wanted to laugh himself. There was enough stuff in those bags to wipe out Rhode Island, maybe even a small third world country. Dean sifted through everything and managed two sensible sized backpacks full of stuff, a little liter for if they had to bolt, then he put everything else back into the trunk of the Impala.

The research Sam was doing wasn't really giving anything conclusive. Whatever kind of creature they were hunting didn't fit their usual bill. T

he deaths had all happened in broad daylight, which ruled out a few of the usual suspects, when the corpses popping up looked like animal attacks, anyway. The disapearances had always happened either near the Lincon Caverns or in and near the Sproul Forest with the dead bodies popping up in and near the Moshannon Forest and it had always been some poor soul who had come to see the sights.

The distance was from around almost two up to over three hours between points A and B and the paths of carnage took whatever this "thing" was through towns full of innocent people. This made Dean think that the monster they were hunting could probably pass for human and Sam agreed. But that still didn't tell them "what" they were hunting or how to kill it.

So now the next logical step would be to check out the bodies and see what clues they could gather. It made Dean nervous to go into the Elk County morgue, ANYONE in ANY kind of official place or position could be a Leviathan or some other creature and that included EVERYONE in and around this building from security, the coroner, right down to the janitor and leafblower.

Sam could tell his brother was on edge and he couldn't help feel a little on edge himself. Sam felt the weird but all to familiar sensation of something churning inside him. He felt it in his arms and chest, starting out it felt like an odd bubbling roll working itself from the tips of his finger to his shoulders and from the pit of his stomach to his collar bone, then his mouth went dry and before the sensation completly hit his head he found the "spot" on his hand and dug his thumb into it forcing the sensation back down. It happened EVERY TIME he got nervous or scared and he didn't know why but it was beginning to get harder to fight back down.

Seeing how Sam was reacting to his tension Dean forced himself to relax but it wasn't easy.

Chapter 2

When the coroner popped out of nowhere to ask what business they had there the Winchester brothers nearly jumped out of there skins.

"Maybe going all in wasn't such a good idea." Dean thought as he realized how many issues he was personally having when it came to dealing and when he thought about how Sam was probably doing it started to seem like an even worse idea.

But oddly enough Sam bounced back quickly flashing a fake badge and telling the coroner some fake reason for coming and why they had to see the bodies.

Dean was impressed with how easy Sam got back in the saddle. It took no time at all before the coroner fell for what Sam was saying and before they knew it the Winchesters were up to their elbows in the remains of the creature's latest victim. It was a gruesome sight, all of the internal organs had been ripped out, the skin was ripped to shreds and parts of the body had been dismembered.

Dean was still baffled on "what" they were dealing with, the body was too mangled with no teeth or hair or claws left behind as a clue to "what" they were hunting. Until he and Sam visited the areas of disapearances and body discoveries there wasn't going to be any further leads.

First they headed to the Moshannon Forest which was the closet point to where they were now and it was the place where all of the bodies had turned up. Once to the forest Sam and Dean followed the yellow caution tape down to the scene. There was a small gathering of the local Sheriff's Department that set them both on edge but they still flashed their badges and Dean introduced them as agents Marks and Harrison. So far things went without a hitch which was making Sam feel pretty secure and Dean was beginning to noticibly relax and get back into the flow of things as well.

It had been two days since the last body had been found in these woods and the sight of the discovery held as little clues as the body. It was beginning to look like there was nothing simple to this case. Of course there never was anything simple in any part of the lives of a hunter.

Once they visited the other two sites it started to become frustrating that there was still nothing leading them to what type of creature they were dealing with. It was times like this the boys really missed Bobby and even Frank. Having no choice but to stake out the locations of the disapearances put Dean in the predicament of having to split up with Sam and all he could do was hope that Sam wouldn't go off the reservation while they were apart.

"Gotta take the training wheels off sometime." Dean muttered to himself as he drove around the forrest.

He wondered how Sam was doing, but thinking about Sam suddenly made Dean think about Bobby and got the sensation that the old man was there right now.

Dean couldn't stand it. How would Bobby have reacted to finding out what Sam is now? How would he have reacted to Dean's choice?

"What was I supposed to do, kill my own brother?" Dean asked furiously to the empty night.

"Things.", "Have been tryin to rip us apart before we even got into this world Bobby!", "I'm not turning on Sam, I won't let what he is, what he might become or what plans destiny has for us pull us apart, I'm not losing him again!", "If I have to, I'll walk beside him right into the flames of hell!", "I don't care what we become anymore, but I'm never gonna be on the opposite side of the board as my brother, NEVER!" Dean ranted into the darkness.

Tears were pouring down his face. He hadn't expected for an outburst like that to rush out of him at just the thought of Bobby's disaproval or the realization that he was trying to convince himself more than "Invisible Bobby" that he wasn't feeling in the least internally conflicted about the situation.

Having the feeling Bobby was still watching him Dean whispered as he pushed the feeling away. "I'm sorry, but my choice is made." But in the end, he was really only telling that to the part of himself that was the hunter, the part of himself that ate at his edges and crept around inside him, with the sickining knowledge, that he may one day, have no choice, but to kill Sam.

The ringing of his cell phone startled Dean out of his revelry. He wiped away the tears and tried not to let his voice crack as he answered. "Talk to me." He said fighting to sound normal.

On the other end Sam was telling him how there was someone suspicious lurking around a empty piece of land close to the caverns.

"Alright Sammy I'll pick you up.", "Just stay put." Said Dean "Let's go kill us a monster." He finished, trying to be funny.

Chapter 3

As Dean reached Sam, he found that the suspicious man had already gone. But he had drug something through the field earlier and both brothers knew that it could have been the next potential victim. Sam had seen the man drag "whatever" it was away from an area around the caverns. So it fit the pattern of whatever they were after. T

raveling along the path that cut through the empty lot, the brothers discovered, that there were no homes or vehicles in the vicinity. The drag marks just led to nowhere.

"Maybe what we're hunting can fly." Remarked Dean as he gazed upwards scanning for anything in the sky that didn't belong there. "Well there is another way to go." Said Sam kneeling to look at what seemed to be upturned soil.

"Whoa, the thing just burrowed into the ground and took the vic with it?", "What are we calling this one, "Attack of The Mole Men?" Dean asked then he swore under his breath about how much it was going to suck to have to dig after the thing.

"But, everything makes since now at least." Said Dean shaking his head. "The "Mole Man" or "whatever" it is, is taking people at night when it can safely climb out of it's hidey hole and probably dragging them to some kind of underground lair.", "Then feeding off them in the daylight hours and disposing the unwanted leftovers without even setting foot in the sun."

"Yeah." Said Sam. "It also explains how it's getting from A-B with no one seeing anything."

"What do you think will kill the thing?" Dean asked.

"Well sunlight would be my first guess." Answered Sam. "Maybe fire." He finished with a shrug.

"Well I know if we don't get to the thing before the sun rises we'll have another dead body on our hands." Said Dean.

Gathering shovels and other supplies from the trunk of the Impala the Winchesters set to work on the massive undertaking of digging up what may have turned out to be an area the size of an acre or so just looking for an access tunnel. When they finally found a tunnel both men were covered in grass, dirt, and mud and the land around them was completly dug up. "Brains before beauty, Sammy." Dean said jokingly gesturing at the tunnel for Sam to go first. Sam gave a chuckle, shook his head and took the lead.

Chapter 4

There was no telling how long it took all the brothers knew was that he tunnel seemed to go for miles. Both Sam and Dean started to fear that they'd be to late to save this creature's newest victim. As they moved forward they began to notice that the tunnel grew smaller, becoming so narrow that they had to walk sideways to continue on. "

How'd the thing get another person through here?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, but it's getting to be a tight squeeze." Sam replied as he strained to fit through the increasingly narrow passage.

"Dean!", Sam exclaimed with a grunt. "I'm stuck!." To prove his point Sam tried to move back but couldn't budge. Struggling side to side between the walls of the tunnel Sam gave his brother a look of annoyance as Dean tried to help pry him free.

"I'm gonna have to dig around you, widen the tunnel so you can get free." Said Dean as his attempt failed. "

That's not a good idea." Said Sam sounding out of breath. "You could cause a cave in, we'd both be burried alive."

"Well we gotta think of somethin fast cause this is the only way through." Said Dean. "I'm just gonna have to risk it.", "What's the worst that could happen?"

"I believe I mentioned being burried alive!" Sam said sarcastically.

"Actually, the worst thing would be for us to stay stuck here and end up as Brunch for "Guaco-Mole". Dean said with half a chuckle as he started digging the tunnel wider.

Sam held his breath waiting for a mountain of dirt to collapse on top of him. But that never happened. Instead he found himself free of the cramped space and able to move onward. Luckily the tunnel began to open back up and it widened out to the space the size of a small room, with interconecting tunnel entrances leading in.

"Okay I think we've reached the center." Sam said as he found himself finally out of the claustrophobia causing space.

They were to late, the vitim laid in a pudding of their own insides, torn to pieces, just like the others had been found. Whatever the creature was it was nowhere to be seen. It was tough to find themselves to late to save the life of the poor young woman that had been mangled, but even tougher dealing with not finding the monster they were hunting, knowing that once night fell again, the creature would nab another person to add to corpses pileing up.

The brothers worked through the day exploring the cavernous underground lair and tunnels, that were an interconnected web that stretched for miles in almost a hundred diferent directions. The creature had seemingly abandoned it's den. There was no way to tell were it had gone or how far it had gotten and it was well past dark. Having no choice but to resurface and start all over, Sam and Dean climbed out of the tunnel and went back to their hotel room to do more research.

"Apparantly you hit the nail on the head when you said "Attack of The Mole Men" earlier." Sam said as he pushed himself up from his laptop. "Reports of strange attacks like this date back to before white settlers came to live in America, with even discoveries of burrows like we found.", "Started rumors of "Mole People.", "The attacks happen in fifty year cycles, just long enough for people to forget, then the rumors and legends start all over again."

"Did you figure out were it may have gone?" Asked Dean.

"Well it wouldn't have traveled to far from the center of it's original nest.", "So we're in luck because the center of that nest was right under where the bodies were found."

"So when the next body turns up it should be over the center of the new nest?" Dean asked troubled that it was already morning.

"As far as I can guess yeah." Sam answered. "But from what I've read the attacks only last for the first couple weeks of Spring.", "So, if we don't get this thing by tommorrow morning we may not have another chance for fifty more years."

"Well that doesn't put any pressure on us now does it?" Dean remarked sarcastically.

The report of the next dead body came over the police scanner. It was found roughly sixty miles from the center of the old nest. They waited till night and started digging. Sam and Dean still had no clue on how to kill the creature but since daylight was the first guess and seemed like the best bet they brought with them Ultraviolet Lights hoping they'd prove to be effective weapons. As Sam had guessed the center of the nest was under the place the last body had been found. The creature wasn't in there though. "Probably still picking off another poor tourist." Dean said as he climbed down into the creature's den.

The brother's laid in wait for the creature. Ready to pounce when it came dragging in it's breakfast. Soon they heard a person's voice screaming for help and it was drawing closer. Sam struck the figure that came through the entrance. At the distance he'd first seen it, it had looked human, now close up it looked anything but. It had gray skin that was silmy like an earthworm, a hole where it's nose should be and small black beady eyes. It was taller and broader than Sam, but thinner from back to front than Dean.

The thing let out a roar and charged at Sam. Dean blasted it with a U.V. light. The creature shrieked as it's skin started to sizzle and smoke untill it burst into flames. Writhing in it's death throws the thing collapsed into a smoldering pile of ash.

The college aged girl it was dragging in was huddled against the dirt wall eyes wide with terror. When Dean told her it was okay now she responded sounding shaky saying "How is anything about what just happened ever going to be okay?"

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Episode 4

"Weeping Rock"

Chapter 1

By the time the Winchesters put Pennsylvania behind them, they had lined up enough cases to keep them busy for a good couple of months.

"That's how bad the monster population has gotten since our ability to hunt got limited to near non-existance." Sam pointed out to Dean as he showed him all the activity happening simultaniously nation wide.

"Looks bad.", "Gotta do somethin though.", "Pick one." Dean said shrugging.

"Okay." Sam said. "Well there's this little place in Oklahoma, a state park named Robber's Cave right outside of a small town called Wilburton. It actually already has a couple of ghost stories attached to it. ", "Nothing has been violent though until now, anyway."

"What's the stories?" Dean asked.

"There are a couple about the cave itself, one in particular is that a pregnant indian squaw took shelter in the cave to give birth to her child, but she and the baby died during delivery.", "The story says that a cave in covered their bodies.", "And there's a rock inside the cave that has a constant stream of water that trickles down it said to be the tears of the squaw in mourning of her lost child.", "What's really strange is the source of the water that flows down that rock has never been found making the story all the more believable.", "The locals call it "The Weaping Rock".", "Then there's sightings and unusual happenings in the area of the park itself each with their own stories behind them." Sam answered. There's also been alot of moderate earthquakes recently in the area that could have stirred up some spirits." He finished.

"Okay, looks like we're headed to Oklahoma." Dean said.

Proding for info turned out pretty easy. The town was small and everyone who was anyone in the town would gather at a place called "The B.S. Corner" to just well "shoot the shit", as the saying goes. "The Corner" as the locals referred to it, was the parking lot of an old closed up grocery store that was positioned on the corner of the two main roads in town. People came here to tell "Big Fish" stories, spread gossip, cruise or show off their C.B. Radios. Everyone there was more than glad to share stories of all the weird stuff that had been happening at the state park for years as well as the recent occurances.

One man had fallen to his death while trying to go down a slanted slab of rock known as "The Devil's Slide", when he was seemingly drug by an "invisible" force the last four yards of the rock and his whole body crammed into a small space at the bottom called "Hell's Mouth" a crevice that's about four feet long but only six inches high, with jagged edges that gives the hole the eerily resembelance of an evil mouth.

The man had been crushed and shredded upon impact and the rock slide wasn't that high nor steep enough to kill a person should they slip and fall let alone make them fall with an impact forcefull enough to even put part of their body into the crevice at the bottom. Everyone at "The Corner" agreed that that "one" death may have been some "fluke" but the fact was there had been multiple tragedies pileing up at the park.

There had been a riding accident were a girl was thrown from her horse then trampled to death by it, more than a couple of drownings at the lake, two deaths in two seperate cabins at the camping area and hikers turning up dead all over the park were just a few of the hundreds of "odd" happenings at the park within the last month or so.

The park itself really wasn't very impressive, mostly woods with it's main attractions being a filthy lake and a grafity marked cave that was slowly becoming smaller due to the shifting rocks. But it was still a lot of ground to cover with the deaths being so wide spread and with no real pattern. So, the boys took to looking in the local library which was smaller than either of them were really used to to say the least.

With the cave having some historical significance and the fact that it was the towns only tourist attraction, it was reletavly easy to dig up about two centuries worth of research. There were some interesting things to be found like: Vikings had once come to the cave and that several runestones had been turned up in archeological digs, some had even wound up in the Smithsonian Museam. The cave had once been a hideout for famous outlaws Jesse James and his gang along with Bell Starr, hence the name "Robber's Cave" and a small tribe of Choctaws had once used the land, long ago as a base for their village until forced away by white settlers. In fact the story about the pregnant squaw that had taking shelter in the cave to give birth went into more detail as it would seem according to the story that she was pregnant with the child of a white man possibly a Viking and that she had been an outcast from her people because of it. That it had been the reason she was alone and had no place besides the cave for shelter. That her people had plenty of chances to give her and her child a proper burial but instead she and her baby had been left there. It wasn't untill nature itself had the decency to conceal their bodies that they were covered.

The biggest theory was that they were dealing with an angry spirit. The only problem was who's spirit? Was it the mother who'd lost her child angry for the inhumane way she and her child had been treated, some other Native American, a Viking or old west outlaw that had died there?

One thing the brothers could know for sure was that all the "weird stuff" happening at the park hadn't turned violent until after a five point eight earthquake had rattled the area.

The Winchesters scoured every inch of the cave using E.M.F. Meters. Even though there WAS activity it barely registered a couple of blips and only near the area the mother and child were said to be buried and near "The Weeping Rock". The activity hadn't been strong enough to warant calling what spirits that may be there anything more than sad and grieving. Which was good because both Sam and Dean had no clue how to move the whole side of the cave just to get to the bodies so they wouldn't have really been able to do anything had any of the spirits there proved to be malevolent.

They took a guided tour (and they hate guided tours) of the area around the cave listening to Jane the park ranger talk about the history of the cave and park just to be sure they were covering their bases. The tour turned out useless except the fact that Dean got Jane's phone number.

Like usual a pretty girl never slipped by Dean unnoticed. Sam was left to go back to the hotel room alone alone and Dean didn't come in till the next morning smelling like sex, beer and cigarette smoke. Which meant he got laid and went to a bar. The eldest Winchester brother had a weekness for buxomness beauties from the south and when he and Sam went to the local hot spot again that night Dean already started hitting on what was going to become his newest conquest.

Chapter 2

Three days passed and the brothers combed every inch of that state park and read everything there was to read about the land the park rested on.

They were finding nothing and it was becoming increasingly irritating to think they were not going to find anything.

They traveled to the next county over hoping for answers from the Choctaw tribe that resided in Talihina. "

Wanna check out and see if Bigfoot's real?" Dean joked as they passed the Quachita forrest.

"It's unknown to some that it was the area of the very first "Bigfoot" "sighting" and to this day people still swear that Sasquatch lurks in those woods." Dean said with a laugh while trying to do his best tour guide impersonation.

Sam didn't even crack a smile muttered what sounded like statistics and said that there had been no "strange" deaths or disapearances in that area, that if there was anything that was their kind of thing in those woods it wasn't hurting anyone and most likely was not really a "Bigfoot". That "Bigfoot" was probably still nothing more than a hoax and overactive imaginations. Dean just grimaced at his brother's recent lack of a sense of humor and put his focus on getting the info they were going need to crack this case.

Lying (like usual), they pretended to be students from the Eatern Oklahoma State College doing a paper on the "real" history of the Robber's Cave State Park. There were a few small runestones that had been found there displayed along with pictures of the ones in the Smithsonian and a very large one located in Heavener with all of the smaller runestones found at that site and some from little towns like Red Oak and Buffalo Valley.

Sam smacked himself in the forhead he couldn't believe he hadn't seen it sooner. Several of the runestones were marked with ancient Nordic binding spells that had once been used in burrial to bind a person's spirit to the place in which they were laid to rest. It was considered good luck in those times to have captive spirits within the land you controlled. If a stone like that was still in the area of the cave it was safe to bet that the recent earthquake may have broken it and freed some of the more violent spirits.

The only way to stop the spirits was to either A: Dig up a couple hundred acres of land searching for remains to salt and burn or B: make another runestone except with Nordic symbols forcing the spirits to cross over, releasing them of their earthly prison.

Sam made the carving low in the stone wall of the cave that rested over the mother and child and covered the area with dirt so that it wouldn't be seen or meddled with. As they left the cave Sam noticed the flow of water that ran down "The Weeping Rock" had ceased. The brothers didn't have to know what person's spirit had haunted these lands to know they had stopped them from hurting anyone else because even though the spell only covered a small spot on the stone it was powerful enough to set the spirits of any dead that lingered inside a hundred mile circle, free.

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(Sorry this was only a 2 Chapter "Episode". I'm trying to write them all to be 4 Chapters like real Episodes. But this was a filler with just a minor bit for a later plot point (kind of the way the actual Series does sometimes). Just imagine ther was LOTS of commercials during this one.)

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Episode 5

"Animals"

Chapter 1

After being back in "full swing" for a little over four months now, the Winchesters had actually made a dent in the seemingly never ending cascade of cases. They were finally able to take on something "fresh" again. Well not as fresh as they'd have liked. But, a man named Eugene Lambert had disapeared roughly two months ago in Elberon, Iowa and there had been recent deaths in the area, dating back to three months ago, that looked like werewolf attacks.

The missing man in question was married and had four children and knowing the way a werewolf had a prefrence to turn someone close to them meant that, that family was in danger. So, the brothers landed on the doorstep of Katie Lambert, the distrought wife of the missing man.

They claimed to be extended family of her husband, distant cousins and all that, said they were there to help in her time of need and Katie being the sweet trusting naive girl she was just let them right into her home. Katie even set them up a space to sleep in the guest bedroom.

She was only twenty-nine years old and being suddenly forced to be a single mother of four young children had proven extremly dificult so she actually even thanked them for coming, she opened herself like a book to them and told them all her woes.

She introduced them to each of her precious babies talking about what made them each so special.

Her oldest Justin was twelve years old and she talked about how he was the greatest big brother in the entire world and quite the little ladies man with his dark chesnut hair, beautiful bright gem green eyes and long eylashes.

Haylee, her second child and her only girl at nine years old was a bossy, prissy, firey spirited girl that was going to be a future famous clothing designer or something big with the art skills she had. As the only girl she had her brothers wrapped around her finger and she was way to pretty for her mom's own good with straw blond hair and light Cornflower blue eyes.

Jason was probably the cutest five year old ever, with firey red hair, eyebrows and eyelashes with a personality to match and eyes that changed either gray-blue or gray-green depending on his mood.

And there was her littlest, just his name alone tugged on Dean's heart, little Samuel or Sammy as his mom so lovingly called him was three years and had a bald head from chemo thearapy but if he had hair it'd be just a bit lighter blond than his sister's and he had dark olive green eyes, Katie called him her little fighter and talked about how devesating the diagnoses of Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia had been at first but her sweetie had gotten past all that and was finally in the maintanance part of his treatment. Meaning they had finally been able to live a bit farther from the children's hospital and in an area they could actually afford the rent.

"Sam." Katie chuckled and looked at the youngest Winchester. "So funny.", "When my husband suggested the name I thought nothing of it.", "He and I agreed we weren't gonna name our kids after any relatives, I didn't even get to name one of the kids after my granpa like I wanted and he goes and sneaks in a name from a cousin!" She smiled shaking her head. "Oh well, it's a nice name and it suits you both."

It hadn't dawned on Dean till just now , how they passed for family so easy was because of Sam's name and by looks alone they could have really been blood relation to those kids.

After dinner Dean asked how heavy she and the kids slept because he and his brother might be up "rumaging" around in the house and on the property.

Katie replied that they could build a railroad track over her kids and drive a train down it with the horn blairing and it wouldn't wake them, but she on the other hand didn't have the luxury of being able to sleep so heavy.

When she asked why they'd be outside so late Dean responded playfully by saying "We heard vicous wild critters were on the lose and living out here in the country means they might get uncomfortably close to home."

"Are you refering to the animal attacks?", "I've heard about those to.", "As long as we stay inside we should be fine." Katie said with a smirk.

"Honestly though.", "It's gotten to were I drive the kids to school because the bus gets here so early that it's still dark out.", "Last month Justin was bitten by something while waiting on the bus, he never even saw what it was, poor kid had to get rabies shots just in case.", "That really sucked.", "But everything's fine now."

"Bitten, really, where?" Sam asked sounding nervous. "His ankle." Katie answered. "Never seen a bite mark like it.", "And after hearing about all the people killed by some mystery animal, I thank my son's lucky stars that it wasn't more than a little bite." With that Katie excused herself for bed.

Chapter 2

"YOU KNOW WHAT WE HAVE TO DO SAM!" Dean growled frustrated.

"We are not killing a little kid Dean!", "We don't know for sure it was even our "thing" that bit him.", "Or for sure it's even really a werewolf." Sam said clenching his teeth in anger. "I can't even believe that you'd suggested a thing like that."

Dean grabbed the front of Sam's shirt, making a fist in the fabric and pushing Sam against the wall snarling. "I'm even less okay with this than you are, believe me.", "But you can't be so delusioned to think that's not what we're dealing here."

"That little boy has an uncontrolable beast inside of him and he WILL transform probably tonight and if we don't kill him AND the thing that bit him we could be looking at having to kill this whole family cause these thing's base instincts are to change those close to them and kill anyone who poses a threat, YOU KNOW THAT!"

"It has to be done, we don't have a choice." Dean said sounding regretful.

There was a noise from outside the room, of something falling over. Dean rushed out to see Katie, her eyes wide with fear and full of tears. "I'M CALLING THE POLICE!", "I WANT YOU OUTA MY HOUSE NOW!" She shouted in near hysterics as she backed away. Then she made to run for the phone.

Dean closed the gap between them and pulled her back, she fought hard and he had to knock her out.

When she woke up she was tied to a chair as well as her children.

Dean hadn't wanted to risk it when he swept the house and discovered that everyone slept with their window opened for the cool night breeze, any one of them might be bitten and not know it and all it took was just enough to draw blood, so a bitemark might be small or faint, pending on the place it was located.

Dean held the gun ready it was loaded with enough special silver bullets to take the whole family if needed, although he was pretty sure Katie was definatly not a werewolf as she had been unconcious for a good portion of the night.

Dean wasn't going to pull the trigger until a transformation was made and no one looked like they were sleeping anytime soon. Dean figured he should at least make an attempt at explaining what was happening (like it was going to make things easier on the poor terrified mother that would probably kill them the first second she got a chance).

As Dean told Katie about " ALL the things that go bump in the night" and what he believed her oldest child to be and about the only way to put an end to threat he posed, she struggled against her bindings frantically.

Like all people who found out about nightmare creatures being real from them, she thought they were CRAZY. And to make it worse the crazy people were threatening her family.

Justin couldn't handle staying awake. Soon the stress took hold and he started to doze off.

Dean raised his gun ready to squeeze the trigger after the transformation.

Katie went balistic, she had a moment of "freak adrenaline" and rocked forward to her feet.

She threw herslf into the wall shattering the chair and freeing herself from the bindings.

Both Sam and Dean were so suprised by this that when Katie charged Dean, punched him hard in the face and forced the gun out of his hand, neither he nor Sam had more than a second to think as she aimed the gun at Dean. She'd shoot them both dead to defend her children.

Sam tackled her.

Katie let out a scream of agony and rage. "DON'T DO THIS PLEEEAASSEE!" She shrieked as she struggled to get Sam off of her.

Justin lifted his head but his eyes were those of a monster.

Katie stiffened and froze as she saw it. Her breaths came in deep heaving sobs as she whispered through chattering teeth "Oh my god.", "NO!"

Dean picked up the gun and pointed it at the child, he wanted more than anything in the world not to have to do this and he was hesitating.

Katie struggled against Sam harder she struck him, bit and clawed him screaming "NO!", "NO PLEASE!" as Dean cocked the lever back on the gun Katie wailed in grief "WAIT!", "WAIT PLEASE DON'T!"

Dean didn't know why but he was listening to her.

"Please you don't have to kill him!" she said a little calmer now as she saw his hesitation "There's another way.", "If you kill the one that bit him..."

"We've been there done that." Dean interupted flatly as he prepared to squeeze the trigger.

"IT'S SUPPOSED TO ONLY WORK IF THE PERSON YOU'RE TRYING TO SAVE HASN'T MADE THEIR FIRST KILL OR BITTEN ANYONE!", "HE HASN'T!", "PLEEEAASE!", "PLEEEAASSEE!, "PLEEEEEAAAASSSEE!", "YOU HAVE TO TRY!", "DON'T KILL MY SON!", "DON'T HURT MY BABY!", "Please." She finshed shaking.

Dean lowered his gun shaking his head, saying coldly "All this does is postpone the inevitable, the longer I let him live, the bigger the chance he's gonna hurt or even kill someone."

"Please try." Katie said, she had lost that adrenaline rush and now she couldn't even get her voice much above a whisper as the sinking realization of what would happen if it didn't work took hold.

Dean tucked the gun back into his waistband. "Do you got a basement or someplace we can lock him till morning?" Dean asked.

"We have one of those tornado proof rooms under the staircase." Katie replied not meeting his gaze.

Sam still held her pinned to the floor but the fight had gone out of her, because as much as she hated it her mind was starting to wrap around what Dean had said and what she'd seen with her own eyes.

Dean drug Justin still tied to the chair to the room under the staircase that Katie had indicated.

The boy's eyes were a bright blue and he growled thrashing his head side to side chomping on his gag trying get a good angle to bite Dean.

Chapter 3

Katie laid there crying quietly. The second Sam was off of her she bolted up to untie her other children.

Dean raised his hand and shook his head when Sam looked as if he may try to pull her back.

Katie cradled her three frightened children to her and she was a shivering sobbing wreck herself.

Dean told Sam to find the werewolf that bit the boy and to hurry because there were only a couple of hours till sunrise. Dean stayed behind to watch Katie.

Eventually Katie mustered the strength to stand again.

Gathering her babies she teetered a little as she warily avoided Dean and guided her youngest three children to the kitchen table.

She grabbed bowls from the cabinet and cereal from on top of the refridgerator. Trying to get back some sense of normalcy she made her little ones breakfast.

She tried to behave as if Dean wasn't there, but failed miserably as she saw the empty chair her oldest child should be sitting in. She clenched her fist and spun around facing Dean.

Her eyes narrowed as she gave Dean an if looks could kill you'd be dead stare.

Clenching her jaw, the way she stood telegraphed her longing to take a swing.

"Go ahead." Dean said shrugging. "You'll end up tied to a chair again, only this time I'll nail the chair down so that you can't pull another stunt like last night."

"Stunt." Katie hissed furiously. "You pointed a gun at my child." Her tone was getting dangerous as she looked prepared to fight again.

There was enough hatred and anger in her eyes that told Dean that if it came to blows he may actually lose. A good mother protecting her child was one force on earth even he was afraid to fight against. Because that kind of love could win a war with only one woman fighting against the world if necessary and Katie was proof of that.

Dean could sympathize, he would go to the same lengths to protect his baby brother.

"Where'd you learn something like that?" Dean asked. T

he question caught Katie off guard and she took a deep breath looking confused. For now the situation had been succefully de-escalated as Katie blinked and shook her head asking "Learn what?"

Dean tredged cautiously into the question for fear of setting her off again "About werewolves?", "I've never heard that before."

"College.", "I had to do a paper on mythological beasts.", "There's supposedly also Wolf's Bane and if two werewolves were to bite eachother that can lift the curse." Katie responded sounding a little less hostil.

"You'll try everything, right?" Katie asked pleadingly.

The tears were back now as she hoped that anything might work.

"We'll do everything we can." Dean nodded. But then he asked in harsh tone "But you know the odds of anything actually working right?"

"Do you know the odds of you and your brother actually leaving here alive if you so much as hurt my child?" Katie retorted equally harsh.

Sam went over all the deaths in his head the first dead person had been a pushy bill collecter that had harassed the Lamberts for little Sam's unpaid medical bills. Another person had been a cruel uncaring boss that had laid Eugene off and put the family in financial hardship. There was also a teacher that had called social services on the Lamberts because the oldest three children had missed so much school due to the youngest child's chemo.

Reviewing all the people that had posed a threat to the family and that may still pose a threat to them Sam felt bad for the Lamberts because they had, had really crappy luck and now there was this werewolf thing to boot.

Sam staked out the home of who he was certain would be the werewolf's latest victim, a sherrif that had not only given no help to find the missing Eugene Lambert but had harrassed Katie and blamed her for her husband's disapearance.

Sam didn't have to wait long as a shadowy figure appeared in the treeline behind the house.

The figure stalked around the home oblivious to the man stalking it. Once it was in the light and revealed to indeed be Eugene Lambert as a werewolf, Sam opened fire putting two silver bullets in the beast's heart for good messure.

He had just enough time to see the beast transform back into a man and die, then the youngest Winchester had to flee as the lights inside the home came on.

Chapter 4

Katie was wearing a groove in the floor from pacing and her youngest children were still distraught.

Little Haylee looked at Dean aprehensively but found the courage to whisper to her mother "Mom is he going to kill us?"

Katie stopped pacing and looked taken aback, she hadn't thought her children would grasp any part of what was happening other than their fear.

"No." Katie replied flatly . "We are ALL going to be okay."

"Then why won't he just leave?" Haylee asked glaring at Dean with a look that uncaningly looked identical to the look her mom had shot him earlier.

As the sun came up Katie shot Dean a look that said "Try and stop me I dare you." as she rushed for the door to the room under the stairs.

Justin had broke free of his bonds at some point after he had been put in this room and there were claw marks that had taken chunks out of the solid cement and steel walls.

Ignoring Dean, Katie rushed to Justin's side. She got him up and got him into the kitchen and fed him breakfast.

Like with the other children she tried to pretend there was nothing wrong and when Justin asked why she was crying Katie said that she was sad because he was growing up to fast and hugged him close.

The boy acted as if nothing had happened the night before and still behaved toward Dean as if he were a beloved uncle, which even though he didn't show it killed Dean on the inside as he said bitterly "He bounced back quickly.", "Didn't he?"

"That's because he's Autistic YOU SON OF A..." Katie raised a shaking hand to her mouth.

"He's a higher functioning Autistic child he doesn't understand any of this." Katie said reeling in her temper.

"We don't talk about it the way we do Sam's cancer because we don't want people to think of him as disabled. He's a fully capable boy who'll have a bright future, if the universe could just stop taking a dump on our family for even a second and allow him to even have a future that is."

Dean felt truly bad for this family. He knew having TWO special needs children was probably difficult and he figured handiling everything on her own probably felt impossible for Katie.

Then adding in the fact that there were two lunatics that had posed as family and made her trust them only to turn around and threaten the life of her child.

Dean knew that, that probably equaled worse luck than even he and Sam tended to have.

Sam came in and nodded his head that he had killed the werewolf, now all that they could do was wait to see if it worked.

Dean had promised to try anything and he had Sam searching the net for a place near by that might sell Wolf's Bane and he set to looking over the research they had done on this case before coming here, someone in this town had to be the werewolf that turned Eugene Lambert and he was going to find out who it was before nightfall come hell or high water.

There had been deaths of people that had not been a threat in any way to the Lamberts and they all tied back to a man Eugene Lambert had considered his best friend. Tonight was the last night in the full moon's phase so Dean had to figure a way to get that man to Katie's house and get him to turn to provide the possibly curing bite to Katie's son if nothing else worked.

Sam found a place to buy the Wolf's Bane and left to make the purchase and to get ahold of one David Early the best friend of Eugene Lambert, leaving Dean alone with Katie again.

When Sam returned he carried in an unconcious David over his sholder (aparantly he wouldn't have come the easy way) and in his free hand he held the bag of Wolf's Bane. Sam laid the bag in the kitchen and put David in a chair and tied him down.

Katie prepared the Wolf's Bane according to the book she still had from college. When Justin drank it he made a face and said it tasted gross.

"It's good for you.", "Finish the whole glass." Katie commanded in a motherly tone.

As night fell Katie settled her three youngest children in one of the bedrooms. Then she went to sit at Justin's head and ran her hand throug his hair as she tearfully sang him to sleep in the room under the staircase.

Once Justin closed his eyes Sam grabbed Katie and guided her from the room.

Katie pressed her back to a wall and slid down bringing her hands to her face, rocking back and forth while crying in a whisper "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please."

Dean stood at the doorway of the room turning the gun over in his hands as he waited for either the boy or David to turn.

Sam knelt beside Katie and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder "If he turns we'll try to get the other werewolf to bite him but I can't make any guarantees that we can do that or that it'll be succeful if we somehow we manage to do it."

Katie nodded her head but didn't remove her hands from her face as she continued to cry.

Soon she was watching helplessly as Dean aimed the gun into the room under the stairs, she heard the shot that ended the life of her son, screaming she tried to come to a stand but Sam held her down. "NO!", "NO!", "NOT MY CHILD YOU BASTARD!" Sobbing harder than ever she fought to get to her child, out of nowhere hands grabbed her, REAL hands and she jolted awake but not before landing a solid punch to Sam's face.

Her eyes flew open and she was breathing hard.

"You were having a nightmare." Sam said clutching his bruised cheek.

Katie looked around wildly and tried to run for the room under the stairs and was halted by Sam grabbing her around the waist and dragging her back saying "Calm down, he's okay.", "He's been sleeping, peacefully, for a couple of hours and he hasn't made the change yet."

The poor woman looked deranged with bloodshot eyes and dark circles as she realized it had really been just a bad dream.

"Nightmare." Katie whispered understanding. "How is it I was able to even fall asleep?" The question was directed at herself more than the brothers but Sam answered anyway "You didn't sleep at all last night and you've been crying almost all day, you were exuasted."

"What about David?" Katie asked as she rembered there was him to "deal with" to.

"He made the change and we had no choice but to kill him, he was just to strong." Dean replied.

"If Justin stays asleep the rest of the night without changing we'll be pretty sure he's cured." Sam said in an attempt to comfort Katie.

"But if he makes the change, you know what's going to happen." Dean said brazingly and when Sam shot him a look Dean said "Just tryin to keep it real with her Sammy."

Katie didn't waver as she said "If you're going to kill my child, you'd better kill me to.", "Because there is nowhere that I won't find you and I will kill you both." She had that dangerous look about her again, she'd meant every word.

"You know what he is!" Dean exclaimed.

"I don't care." Katie said stone calm. "He's still my son."

As the sun rose that next morning Katie sprung to go to Justin's side. The boy had slept the entire night and had never made the change.

Katie cradled him bawling as she rocked him whispering " Oh GOD, Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.", "GOD thank you so much." She never even realized the moment that Sam and Dean took off all she knew is when she looked back they were gone.

As they disposed of the body of David Early the Winchesters made sure to make it look like he had been the one to shoot Eugene Lambert and vice versa, because Katie had already dealt with to much to be blamed for their deaths to and they didn't want her knowing that it had been Eugene that had turned Justin.

On their way out of Iowa Sam could see how much this case had really bothered Dean by the one tear that streamed down his cheek and said to ease his brother's hurt "One day Katie's gonna realize her son's alive because of us, but we have to realize it now.", "Dean you could have killed that child and been justified because you were right he was a werewolf but WE did everything to try and cure him instead, even when WE were sure it wouldn't work, WE still chose to try and that child is alive because of US!"

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This is the end of Disc 1. I will publish Disc 2 when it is completed. Please review!(For EVERYONE That's already read this: I went through and fixed the formating (or at least I tried) and the fonts. PPLLEEAASSEE tell me what you guys think of it now.)