I've been writing this for awhile. Tell me what you think please! Warning per chapter.

"Ryuu Ando, what did you do to your hair?" Mom said pulling my beanie off.

Running my hand through my new dyed hair I smiled as innocently as I could. My normally black shaggy hair was now a deep, dark midnight blue except for the tips which were a silvery-white.

Even as I was getting it dyed I knew that my mom wasn't going to like it, but I couldn't help it. I loved having randomness like this. Whether it be my hair or tattoos or piercing, I loved them all.

"Ryuu," Mom said sighing, "I love you with all of my heart, never doubt that, but how much more are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"You have your navel pierced and snake bites, tattoos on your back and forearms, your hair has been red, green, purple, white, and now blue."

"I know, it's it awesome. I'm like a doll."

"Dragon."

"Mom, I know you don't like it, but what harm am I doing?"

"No one is going to take you seriously when you start college."

"Mom, I'm only sixteen."

"This is my point exactly. How are you supposed to get accepted to a good college when you look like this?"

"Breathe, the colleges are going to see my grades and how dedicated I am. It's still a few years away though. It's going to be fine."

Mom sighed softly before nodding her head. She still wasn't happy about everything, but she wasn't going to fight me about it. My stubbornness was something she said I got from my Dad.

My Mom, Tsukiko Ando, was 37 years old and from Kyoto, Japan originally. When she was 19 she moved to America to go to college. Years later and now she was a drama professor at the same college.

When she was 21 she met my father and dated him for awhile. By dating I mean a handful of bar meetings before having a one night stand. He didn't know anything about me since he disappeared before she even knew she was pregnant.

She didn't know much about him, but she told me everything she knew. His name was John Winchester and he was a gruff man. She had never met his family, but from his actions she was sure he had kids.

He had brown hair with gray mixing in with it. His eyes were a mossy green and not very kind at first looks. And his skin was a natural tan. That was all she knew about him.

Every time I looked in the mirror I tried to find something that I got from him. The only thing I had been able to find so far were my eyes. I looked like my mom in every other way and I loved it.

"Tell the boys to come in and that dinner will be ready in a few minutes," Mom said going into the kitchen.

Rolling my eyes I wondered, not for the first time, if my mom was psychic. She always seemed to know when the phone was going to ring or when someone was going to visit before it happened.

Before the knock could even happen I opened the door. There stood two guys staring at me in confusion. They looked to be in their mid to late twenties and were probably brothers.

The taller of the men was probably the youngest. He had green eyes as well, but a little brighter then my own. His hair was brown and floppy. Even through the shock on his face I knew that he was probably the nicer of the two.

The shorter had my eyes almost exactly along with freckles. I was glad I didn't get those. Both of their skins were tan. I'm also glad I didn't get that either. His hair was a blondish color and cut short to his head.

"Hello," I said smiling widely, "Come on in. Dinner's almost ready."

"Okay," the shorter of the two said cautiously.

Leading the men into the kitchen I sat down calmly and looked over all the food. Yeah, my mom was defiantly psychic. There was no way she made all of this food just for the two of us.

The men sat down silently while looking between each other. They seemed shocked by what was happening. Not that I could blame them, but you'd think that they'd have said something by now.

"Ah," Mom said sitting at the head of the table, "You are late boys. Did you have trouble finding the place?"

"No, Ma'am," the tall man said smiling slightly, "It was no trouble at all. My brother here wanted to stop for pie though."

"Oh well, do not worry about pie, Dean. I have two making in the oven right now. Please, make an old woman happy and eat."

The shorter man, Dean, instantly looked up at my mom and grinned. It seemed like he liked pie. I preferred fritters myself. Mom actually started hiding them when she made them because I'd eat them all and end up being sick for that day and the next.

"Mom, you're not even in your forties yet," I said rolling my eyes, "No way are you old."

"Oh, and what makes someone old?" Mom asked filling her plate with some sushi she made while I was at school.

"Not having enough strength to bend me over their knee."

Mom let out a soft laugh while reaching over and pinching my cheek. Smiling I rolled my eyes before turning back to Dean and his brother. They were looking at me like I was insane. That was normal.

My mom was barely 5'3" but she packed a punch. She had taught me how to fight long ago. Not just fist fighting, but swords, knives, and all of that. I thought it was a little weird, but she said that it was part of the Ando family tradition.

"Where are my manners?" Mom said putting her chopsticks down, "I am Tsukiko Ando and this is my son Ryuu. Ryuu, this is Sam and Dean Winchester. Your brothers."

Turning to look at the men I tried to figure out if we looked similar. No, it was all in the eye color. That was the only thing that made it possible to be related, by looks at least.

"I couldn't have gotten a little more height," I said pouting slightly, "And I know, I'm not short, I'm fun size. Still not fair."

"You're only sixteen, right?" Sam said shrugging, "You could still be growing. Your body doesn't stop growing until you're around twenty-five."

"I'll believe it when I see it. So, big brothers, what's up? What are you doing here? Are you in trouble? Do you need a kidney? Come on, spill."

Mom let out another laugh as I bounced in my seat. She knew just how crazy I was. Now it was my new brothers to figure that out. This was going to be fun, or cause someone's, probably my own, murder.

"Calm, dragon," Mom said shaking her head, "Not everyone is handling this news as well as you."

"Okay," I said rolling my eyes, "I'll just sit here and sing the Momiji song."

"No, you will be quiet until after dinner. Then you will go into the living room and do your homework."

"Homework? Yeah, because that's fun. Can't I play a game or draw something?"

"No, you will do your homework."

Pouting I quickly finished eating so I could finish my homework. It wasn't that homework was hard, but it was so boring. I understood all of it, but I still couldn't see a point to it.

School work was never where my heart was. I loved drawing and anime and manga's, but never school. Mom knew that and understood it, but she made a deal with me when I started high school.

As per the deal I was going to have to get a random degree in something that would support me if my drawings failed in anyway. So I had to go to college and get a degree in something. I chose psychology.

The rest of dinner was rather quiet, at least quiet to me. Normally I was talking and bouncing off the wall so that wasn't really all that surprising. The fact I didn't end up yelling at the top of my lungs was.

"Homework," Mom said before I could open my mouth.

Sticking my tongue out I went into the living room and sat down. Sam and Dean had yet to say anything about why they were here and my curious nature was getting the best of me.

As I pulled out my math book I decided that if they didn't tell us what was going on then I was going to annoy them until they did. Maybe being the little brother was going to be fun.

By the time I finished my homework Dean was stuffing pie in his mouth and trying to tell Mom how good it was. I knew how good it was, but not to the point of having the pie covering my face like it was his.

"Spill," I said slamming my book shut.

"Ryuu," Mom said shaking her head.

"I want to know."

"Let them finish eating. Then we all can talk."

Crossing my arms I stood up and walked so I was standing in front of Sam. Mom wasn't going to like this, but my mind was buzzing too much for me to calm down. I needed answers.

"Have you ever wondered what it looked like being a dog?" I asked as quickly as I could, "I think you'd make a good dog. You'd be a puppy. Such a cute puppy. That's right. Who's a good puppy? Who's a good puppy?"

"Alright," Sam said putting his hands up, "We'll talk."

*Chapter Two*

"Close your mouth, Ryuu," Mom said calmly, "You will catch flies."

"Sorry," I muttered as softly as I could.

I couldn't believe what Dean and Sam just told me. Mom, on the other hand, seemed to have expected everything that was being said. I really hated the psychic thing that she had going on.

Apparently my Dad was a man who started hunting after his wife was murdered. Because of this Dean and Sam were brought into the hunting life and the rest was history. At least until Sam left for college, but after the murder of his girlfriend he came back.

Now, Dad was dead and Lucifer walked the Earth along with a bunch of angels. Their angel friend, Castiel, hehe I loved that name, told them that it was possible that Lucifer was going to come after me.

Rubbing my temples I tried to think about everything that I had just been told. How was I supposed to handle this? Oh, I could already feel my head starting to pound angrily.

"Ryuu," Mom said patting her knee, "Come here, my dragon."

Falling to my kneels I rested my head on her lap and closed my eyes. All of this was just too much. I couldn't believe that these two were my brothers and this was my family.

"You might want to get your weapons out boys," Mom said slowly standing up and pulling me up along with her, "We have company."

Dean and Sam pulled out their guns and started to look around. We moved as a group as Mom lead us into the library. She was the only one that didn't seem confused or afraid by the situation.

"Ryuu," Mom said handing me a bag, "You will go with Dean and Sam. They will be your family."

"What about you?" I asked putting the bag on before taking a sword she picked up, "Aren't you coming with us?"

"No, Sweetheart, I am not."

"Mom…"

"Shh, Ryuu, everything will be fine. You simply need to do as they say. Do not worry I will always be watching over you."

"But…"

"No. I love you, my dragon. Now, go. All of you."

Tears filled my eyes as she handed me the last of the weapons she had. She opened the window slightly and motioned for us to go. I wanted to fight her on this, but I knew there was no point.

Sam climbed out of the window first and looked around for anyone. Seeing that there was no one he motioned for me to follow. Before leaving I gave Mom another hug knowing that this was probably the last time I was ever going to see her.

"I love you, Momma," I said holding onto her tightly.

"I love you too, my dragon," Mom said kissing my forehead.

Pulling away fully I climbed out of the window and stood next to Sam. Dean came out a few seconds later. He grabbed my arm and started to pull me towards a car in the driveway when I heard a door open.

Spinning around I looked inside and saw Mom standing there along with three scary looking men. She stood there talking calmly with them. Wasn't she going to fight them off?

"Mom," I yelled as she was stabbed through the stomach, "No!"

"Come on," Dean said wrapping his arms around my waist, "We have to go."

"No! Mommy! Don't die! I need you! Momma!"

Dean fought me into the backseat of the car and held me as Sam climbed into the drivers' seat. As we drove off I kept my eyes on my house. Mom was thrown through the window just as we turned the corner.

Tears were streaming down my face as I turned to Dean. Burying my head in his chest I let myself sob as the image of Mom's death ran through my head. Why didn't she fight?

I don't remember how long I was crying for, but I know that I ended up falling asleep in Dean's arms. Of course I spent all of my dreams focusing on watching Mom die in that room.

When I woke up I could feel that we were still in the car and that Dean was still holding me. I had no idea how long I had been sleeping, but I felt so exhausted right now it wasn't funny.

"Castiel," Sam said softly, "Can't we have a little time to, I don't know, help Ryuu? I mean, he did just lose him mother."

"I am sorry, Sam," a new voice, Castiel, said his voice calm, "We do not have the time. These people need help now."

Sam let out a sigh, but didn't answer back. He wasn't pleased by whatever they were talking about there was just nothing he could do about it. If people needed help then they needed help.

Dean, on the other hand, was sitting there stiffly. I couldn't tell if it was because he was still holding me or if I missed something in the conversation, but I still pulled away from him slowly.

"Sorry," I muttered my voice rough from crying.

"It's fine," Dean said shrugging, "Ryuu, this is Castiel. Cas, Ryuu."

"Hello, Ryuu. I am sorry to hear about your mother."

"Thank you. You said people need help. Who? What's going on?"

Castiel opened his mouth to say something when Sam sent him a glare. Closing his mouth Castiel looked at him in confusion before turning back to look at Dean who was glaring as well.

"How are you doing, Ryuu?" Sam asked looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"I don't know," I said looking at my lap, "I can't stop seeing it. Why didn't she fight? I know she can. She taught me how to and she didn't even raise a hand to defend herself. Why not?"

"She wanted to make sure you got out safely."

"Well, now she's dead and I'm alone. What am I supposed to do now?"

"You're not alone. You're going to come with us and we'll keep you safe. The rest we'll figure out later."

Nodding my head slightly I curled up in a ball and rested my head against the wall. I was glad that Sam and Dean weren't just going to kick me out, but it didn't make up for not having Mom.

Wiping away the tears that were starting to fall again I picked up my bag. I had no idea what was in there and wondered just exactly Mom thought I would be needing on this trip.

"Dean, Castiel," I said softly, "Can you guys help me?"

"Sure," Dean said while Castiel nodded.

"Alright, I'm just going to need you to hold some things for me. I want to know what all is in here."

Dean and Castiel nodded their heads again at my words. Slowly pulling things out I saw a few clothes that I had custom made. It was only a jacket, a few shirts, a pair of pants, a few beanies, and some fingerless gloves.

Next were my two favorite books, a first edition of Alice in Wonderland and another first edition this one of Withering Heights. Honestly, I probably read the books at least twice a month.

The last things for me to pull out were my pencils and a few sketch pads. I knew that these ones were completely filled already, but I was glad that I had my drawings with me.

"This all?" Dean asked looking at the things.

"Yes," I said nodding, "Mom knew how much these meant to me. I mean, the clothes and drawings are one of a kind."

"You made the clothes?"

"I did. Mom says…Said that I'm a natural when it comes to drawing. One day I was showing her some of my sketches and I said that I wish I had the outfit, but I'd never seen anything like it in stores. Next day she taught me how to sew. I've been making clothes ever since."

Nodding his head Dean started to hand me my things as I put them back. Once everything was up, except a sketch pad, I put the bag on the floorboard. Maybe I could drown out my thoughts by distracting myself.

"May I see?" Castiel asked appearing between Dean and I.

"Wow," I said looking between the front seat and Castiel, "Umm…How did…?"

"How did what?"

"You're an angel, of course you can do that. Sure, you can see some."

I handed him one of the sketch pads and sat back while he flipped through it. Mom was really the only one that got to see them usually, but for some reason I liked Castiel and wanted him to be my friend.

As Castiel looked through the book I saw Dean looking at them calmly. They looked in silence, something my Mom could never do. She loved to gush over my drawings or anything I did really.

Turning away from them I rested my head on the window and closed my eyes. My mom was my best friend and we did everything together. Now I could never see or talk to her again.

"Who is this?" Castiel asked showing me a drawing I did.

"Just a guy I had a dream about," I said shrugging, "I never learned his name. Why?"

"Did he tell you anything in this dream?"

"No, well, he taught me how to play chess and checkers. Which is no small feat. I've had at least ten people try to explain it to me over the years and I never got it before. Why do you guys look so freaked out?"

"This is Lucifer."

Freezing I stared at Castiel like he was crazy. The guy from my dream was just that. A dream. There was no way that this person was Lucifer. He had to be mistaken in some way.

What little sense I was able to have about this whole situation was gone. Lucifer was supposed to be the big baddie, but, if what Castiel said is true, he was one of the sweetest people ever.

In that dream he felt like an old friend. He explained something that I never understood before and made it so simple. Why would Lucifer act like that to me? Why was he so amazing?

"Are you sure that he said nothing else?" Castiel asked breaking through my thoughts.

"I'm sure," I said calmly, "He's not Lucifer. There's no way."

"I am sure that it is…"

"No! You're wrong. That man is not Lucifer!"

Sam slammed on the breaks as I threw open the door. Once the car was mostly at a stop I jumped out of it and started running in some direction. I had no idea where I was going just that I had to get away from Castiel.

I hadn't been running all that long before I felt a hand on my shoulder. Before I could shrug whomever it was I was pulled into a hug. Feeling tears once again stream down my face I let the person take on my full weight as my knees buckled.

The person spun me around and let me sob into their chest. I had no idea who it was, but it felt different from Dean so I guessed it was Sam. I would have said Castiel, he didn't seem like the time though.

"I understand," Sam said softly, "You don't see him as a bad guy, as someone that would hurt you, but he is. That's what he wants you to think. He's more then enough times proven that to us."

"But he's never hurt me," I muttered against his chest.

"I know, and technically he hasn't hurt me, but he's using us. It's hard to believe, but that's what he's trying to do."

It was hard to believe what Sam was saying, but Mom told me that they were to be trusted. Nodding my head slightly I let Sam lead me back to the Impala, but this time I got in the front passengers' seat.

I knew that Castiel hadn't meant to hurt me, but that's exactly what happened. I had thought that man was a friend and now I knew different. At least I knew that in my mind.

My heart kept screaming something else though. He had never tried to hurt me or asked anything about my family or anything like that. Was he really such a bad guy towards me?

"Hello Ryuu," a voice said making my eyes open.

"Lucifer?" I asked in shock.