This is a Pre-series Fic!

Hello folks! First story here! I'm rather new to the fandom so cut me slack where I mess up, also, please help me out! I don't think that I have managed to quite capture the characters of Dean and Sam so any advice will be great. Also this story will probably be face lifted and re-edited as I write it due to new ideas, insights, and my terrible grammar; so bear with me. I happen to despise when OCs take over the story and become a fix all for the plots, but I recognize the need for OCs in this fic, so please let me know if they become too much!

Alrighty! Standard disclaimer! Supernatural, don't own! If I did, my life would be a hell of a lot easier. However, any characters who receive significant development do bear resemblance with real people and I have based locations off of real places! For the places, names and personal facts are changed while the overall idea remains the same. Now for the people. I based them off of dear friends and family members who have passed on. Like with places, the names and small facts are changed, but more things stay the same. Everything has been altered to fit into the world of Supernatural.

For me this story is also a requiem for the people that I am immortalizing in words. I can only hope I do them justice.

-Skully

Chapter 1

The engine of the '67 Chevy Impala purred softly as the afternoon sun glinted on her black hood. Her occupants were a different story however, in the front seat a scruffy looking dark haired man with a beard sat behind the wheel, burnt out from long hours of driving, beside him in the passenger seat sat a young man on the cusp of adult hood, drumming his left hand fingers on the dashboard while he conversed on his father's cell phone to a distant man on the other end, in the backseat an early teen who had just begun to hit his growth spurt stretched his gangly legs which he hadn't quite grown into across the entirety of the backseat while his back was settled in the angle between the door and the seat back behind the front passenger seat, his head turned as he moodily observed the car's surroundings.

"– Great, thanks Bobby. Yeah, we'll update you when we got more info on the case. Yeah, yeah, I hear ya—okay bye!" The dirty blond hung up on the phone

"What did he have for you Dean, any updates on the case?" the gruff voice of the driver rumbled from the front seat.

"Nothing too new Dad, he thinks it's little mermaid graduating from singing with fish to Samara Morgan cuz the bodies have been found in various lakes, ponds, and streams rather than just one and all the cases are unrelated and unconnected which rules out vengeful bitch from the grave, also the unlucky bastards have all been newlyweds, but only the men's bodies have been found, the corpses' brides are all missing persons. The only thing that doesn't match Ariel here is the fact that the bodies have been found cut to pieces with a sharp blade and sealed inside barrels and left to float. The MO is all wrong."

"Right, so we can keep the door open to just about anything else then. Let's find the nearest motel and start setting up, this is gunna be a long term."

"Bout that, Bobby knows someone who is willing to put us up while we are working the case. Apparently some years back he help put her husband's spirit to rest so he called her up when he saw where the case was to see if she knew anything else, she didn't know anything more but she did protest our staying in motel, her words and I quote from Bobby here 'if those boys of yours are gunna be saving our skins, they'll be doin it with a proper roof over their heads and a home cooked meal on the table.' He gave me the address and it's fairly central so we'll be in a good location for investigating this case." Dean supplied

John Winchester grunted in acknowledgement "sounds convenient"

Twisting round back to face his brother dean added "Apparently there's a pretty good Charter school nearby too that you can attend, how's that sound Sammy?"

"It's Sam" came the automatic response from the back seat, before the fourteen year old could stop it from slipping out, he quickly, if not immaturely, clamped his mouth shut and jerked his head back towards the window. Dean sighed, he knew his little brother was still upset about having to change schools again, a sentiment that he himself couldn't understand, after all he had just finished with it and was glad that he no longer had to deal with school work on top of hunting, but Sammy? He loved the stuff and always pitched a fit whenever they had to move on from a place, it had only gotten worse as he hit his teen years. In fact he had spent the entire car ride from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where they had bunked with their family friend Robert Singer for a bit while they recovered from their last case (they thought it was one wendigo, turned out to be two) to Arvada, Colorado where their current case was, sulking. He had eaten only after his father ordered him to, and refused to talk the entire time. Hopefully he would grow out of it soon, glancing to the back seat again, Dean realized he probably wouldn't get that lucky. He shifted his attention to his father and quickly rattled off the address as well as the rough directions there from where they were. His father nodded tersely and readjusted the mirror, some tension returning to his shoulders at the sound of his youngest son's voice before switching lanes to adjust their course.

As it was, the house turned out to be pretty nearby and before they knew it they were parked on the gently sloping driveway decorated by cracks that led to a red brick house with a towering grand oak tree that seemed to stand guard before the home like a silent sentinel, the vibrant green of the leaves creating a sharp contrast with the dark bark of its trunk and branches. A neat green lawn bordered by juniper bushes and an old weather beaten farm fence while a blue spruce stood opposite of the oak in the yard across the driveway with a carefully tended rose garden lining the walkway from the driveway to the porch, in the corner of the yard farthest from the driveway an old apple tree laden with unripe apples. The black impala pulled up into the driveway before the engine was cut and the successive slamming of car doors echoed through the quiet neighborhood as they all piled out of the car grateful for the chance to stretch after long hours on the road.

"Ya'll must be the Winchester boys that Robert spoke to me about. I'm Peggy Rodgers, but you can call me Grandma Peggy or Peggy if that's too childish for you, the Grandma is a newer addition from the young gal across the street, she helps me with my yard." A soft south drawl came from the brick walled atrium to the house. An elderly woman stood there stooped with age, short, curly hair that had once been dark now silver with age, her face was marked by laugh lines and a rosy hue on her cheeks gave a youthful light to her pale, elderly features.

"Now c'mon over here with the silver knife o' yours pokin' outa that jacket of yours and the holy water, it would be best for you to test my humanity over here on the porch so that the neighbors don't call the cops on ya, young man." Her blue eyes sparkled.

"I'm John Winchester and these are my boys Dean and Sam." His voice was laced with suspicion as he studied the old woman warily. He strode over to the porch and swiftly gave her a quick, shallow cut across her forearm and handed her the battered flask of holy water that she easily took a swig from.

"Satisfied? Now there is potpie on the table and lemonade in the fridge and I got a salad in the kitchen made from the produce of my garden, so you boys can bring yourselves inside and wash up for supper." She said.

John's lip curled, "Now listen here, my boys don't go anywhere until I've said they can. For all I know your house could be crawling with demons or you could have monsters in your basement. You may be human but that doesn't mean you couldn't be on some fucking bastard's employ. Bobby might have cleared you a few years ago but a lot can change in that time. I have no reason to bring my boys into what is probably a trap. "he snarled

Peggy's hunched back straightened as much as it could and her jaw was set. "Now listen here boy, I don't know what your daddy taught ya, but mine taught me that too many folk have died in the name of liberty to ever give it up if it is in your possession. You weren't even a twinkle in your mamma's eyes when I saw the fires of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, or the skeletal refugees of the German swastika; human life is a precious thing, and if ya dare accuse me of bein a traitor to our own species you gunna have somethin' far worse than the monster under the bed to worry about son!"

John glared at her fiercely and she glared right back like a mother scolding her son. After all this was Margret Leeann Carter Rodgers and she did not back down. John backed down and flicked his eyes to the side.

"Now that the testosterone has cleared the air, you boys can come on in. this house is 'bout as safe as Robert's." Her body's poster relaxed as she began to turn back to the house.

"Oh really" John muttered shooting her a resentful glare. She snapped back around in a flash that belied her age.

"I got my sprinklers special rigged to a tank out back so I can switch out the regular water with holy water if need be, there are devil's traps and other forms of protection are painted on behind the wallpaper and under the carpets, I keep hex bags behind the base boards and door posts across the house. this is about as fortified as a suburban home can be." John opened his mouth to interrupt but she carried on with her tirade.

"And you can also have one of your boys check that black rubber tube that's running around my property; it's filled with salt and iron filings, so as long as it's intact that should do the trick." She said calmly pointing to the end of her driveway where the thin line of black was nestled neatly in the crack between the sidewalk and the driveway.

The three males stared at her in shock.

"But if you still feel that's not adequate, feel free to add whatever you want." Catching Sam's stunned but curious look she softened slightly and explained further.

"I'm an Orleans's girl born 'n bred, I was well aware of the supernatural long before my late husband was rockin' in his chair on the back porch for fifteen years after I buried him. Incidentally that also how I met Robert, called in old contacts when my Steve wanted to move on; they sent me his way." She paused a slightly sad but fond look pass across her face before she shook herself and carried on. "Well get your bags and get inside, no use standin' round here like a bunch o' scarecrows, my momma would have my hide if I had you standing out here any longer."

John turned back to his boys "Dean, check the lines, Sam help me get the bags." He barked and the two boys responded immediately to his orders. Grabbing a few bags himself from the impala's trunk he made his way into the house following after Peggy, Sam trailing after him with the rest of the bags on his shoulders.

"Now I only have two guest rooms so if you two boys don't mind sharing one, then your daddy can have the other." She said as she pointed to a short hallway off to her left that connected two bedrooms to each other and the foyer which led to a large cozy living room and in the back a dining room and kitchen and a metal and screen door to the back porch where they could just get a glimpse of a good sized garden with ripening corn and vines laden with ruby red tomatoes. "One guest room is up here, it's the room on the left, the one on the right is my room, the other room is in the basement. The room up here has twin beds which would be good for you two boys, and there's a queen in the basement."

The small family turned to eachother in silent debate before quickly and efficiently separating their belongings and splitting ways, Dean leading the way into his and Sam's new room before selecting the bed on the left, which had the bonus of being closest to the arched windows that led to the front of the house and door to the hallway, while the bed on the right was propped against the walls while being closest to the bathroom suite.

"The gal across the street, her name's Trac, sweet young girl a little younger then you Dean by my reckoning; she stocked up the bathrooms for me; she also cleaned your room in the basement John, it gets harder and harder for me to get down there every year, so she did it for me. Anyways we didn't know if you had any preference for soaps and since her one of her sisters works at a soap shop, she just picked out some stuff and hoped you would like it."

She turned to their father and said "The staircase down is in the middle of the kitchen, and you will need to pass through the first room to the second room and it will be the door on your right. When ya'll are done settling we can eat."

Dinner was a surprisingly cheerful affair with Peggy with her rousing tales of her youth and the bizarre sights she had seen in many travels, she turned out to be quite the character full of everything from the history of the entire block to gardening anecdotes or the tales of Trac who did outrageous stunts but was a rather polite and kind hearted girl who liked to help Peggy around her house and garden. By the time they finally left the table, the sun had long since gone down and Sam had forgotten to sulk at some earlier point during the meal, all of the house's occupants left the table far more satisfied then when they had sat down.