John Winchester, father of two young boys and hunter of all that is supernatural dragged his eldest child to the field not far out of town. Dean, the young child, tried to run to keep up with his fathers long strides. They had left the youngest son in the car back a few hundreds metres at the passing bay as 6 was a little to young to be learning the trick that Dean would be learning today. Growing up in the way he had, at the meagre age of 10, Dean was able to hunt and kill all sorts of weird and scary creatures ranging from shape shifters to Demons but he had never attempted something like this, he didn't even know what his father wanted him to learn but he was terrified. It was hard not to be scared of the Winchester father, he was an intense man.
He hadn't had what you would call a normal childhood, in fact he had spent most of his first years learning to fight and being generally beaten up himself, battered and bruised as he learnt how to survive in the tough world his father had thrown him in to. Well, the truth be told his actual first years had been spent with his Mom and Dad in a quiet little house doing ordinary family things, having the crust cut off his bread and wearing cute little childrens T-shirts his mother bought him but- but one evening all that had changed. However, that's another tale of woe and sorrow and it is not our focus for today. That happened years ago, this is happening now. This story is one of the important ones. This is the story of a young boy who suffered a terrifying ordeal at the hands of his father, his father who thought he was protecting him, who did everything he could to prepare him for a tough old world, a world his son really shouldn't have been in in the first place.