This is my first story, so please be nice. Tell me what you think.

I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex) and I do not own any of the storylines.

At Hell's Gates

22 Years Ago…

A beautiful blonde woman walked into a nursery with a four year old boy on her hip. She flipped on the light and then set him down.

"C'mon, let's say goodnight to the twins."

The boy rushed to one crib, kissed one little baby on the forehead, and then repeated the actions for the other little baby while his mother looked on, standing in the doorway.

"Goodnight, loves," she said as the little boy came to stand next to her once more.

"Hey, Dean," said a man from the doorway, standing behind the woman now.

Dean turned around.

"Daddy!"

He ran directly into his father's arms and his dad leaned down, picking him up.

"Hey, buddy. So, what do you think? You think that Sam and Alex are ready to toss around a football?"

"No, Daddy," said Dean, shaking his head.

"No," said the dad, rolling his eyes.

The woman turned to them and smiled warmly.

"You got him?" she asked her husband.

"I got him."

Dean snuggled closer into his dad's chest.

"Sweet dreams, Sam and Alex," said the dad.

He smiled and walked out of the room then, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind him and his older child.

The babies' room was silent except for baby Sam. He was looking at the mobile above his head, cooing to himself while his sister lay silent in her crib. The clock was ticking and the lights suddenly began to flicker.

In the master bedroom down the hall, the baby monitor went off with the sound of baby Sam's crying. The mom sighed and flipped on a light on her bedside table.

"John."

She sat up and looked around, but John was nowhere near her. She sighed deeply once more and got out of their bed to go to the twins' room. She walked in and saw a figure standing over Sam's crib.

"John, is he hungry?"

"Ssh," cautioned the figure, bringing a finger to his lips to emphasize his warning.

"Okay."

She then left the room and headed down the hall. She noticed that a light was flickering. She went over to it and lightly tapped it, but nothing happened.

"Huh."

She then headed downstairs and saw that John was asleep in his armchair, with an old western movie playing on the television. She gasped and quickly ran back up the stairs to the babies' room.

"Sammy! Alex!"

She entered the room, gasped very loudly, and screamed.

John was suddenly startled awake when he heard his wife screaming.

"Mary!"

He ran up the stairs two at a time, heading straight for the twins' room. He walked right in as the door was already open.

"Mary?"

John looked around, but saw no sign of his wife. Both of the babies were whimpering quietly. He walked over to Sam's crib first.

"Hey, Sammy," he said, smiling down at his youngest son.

The baby smiled up at him. John reached over to touch Sam's cheek when something dripped on his knuckles. He looked at them, confused. He looked up then and pinned to the ceiling was Mary, blood dripping from the gash across her stomach.

"No, Mary!"

John fell to the floor as Mary's body suddenly burst into flames. The babies began to cry profusely. John stood up, grabbed Sam from his crib, and then he grabbed his only daughter, Alex. He ran into the hall and handed them gently but quickly over to Dean, who had woken up from all of the noise.

"Take them outside as fast as you can and don't look back. Now, Dean, go!" ordered John.

Dean ran down the steps as fast as possible with his siblings tucked under both of his arms as John ran back into the flaming nursery.

"Mary!"

John shielded his face as flames and flying debris surrounded him.

Dean looked up at the window of the burning nursery when he was safely on the front lawn. The babies were still crying.

"Ssh, it's okay," he said as he tried to soothe them into silence, rocking them gently.

Dean looked back up at the house, but then John suddenly ran from the house, scooped all three of his children up into his arms, and ran away from their house just as it burst into flames.

The firemen sprayed down what was left of the house while the small family looked on. Dean held a now sleeping Alex and John held a still whimpering Sam. John looked at each one of his children, then at the shell of what was once his house, and knew what he had to do.

Stanford University, Present Day…

"Sam, let's get a move on! We were supposed to be there like, fifteen minutes ago," said a blonde woman as she finished putting in her earrings.

She sighed as she finished her chore. She placed her hands on her hips.

"Sam! Are you coming or what?"

"Do I have to?" asked Sam as he stuck his head in the doorway of their bedroom.

"Yes. It'll be fun."

Sam walked up to her.

"And where's your costume?" she questioned.

Sam scoffed.

"C'mon, Jess. You know how I feel about Halloween."

Jessica rolled her eyes, but grabbed what she needed and they headed out the door.

Loud music played as Sam sat at a table with his friend, Brady, and his girlfriend, Jessica. Their other friend, Justin, was currently at the bar getting them even more alcoholic drinks.

"So, here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory."

She raised her shot glass and chugged it with Sam and his friend.

"Alright, alright. It's not that big of a deal," said Sam, setting down his shot glass.

"He's so humble even though he scored a 174," said Jessica.

"So, now, you can go to any law school you want," remarked Brady.

"Actually, I have an interview here on Monday. If it goes well, I think I have a shot at a full ride next year."

Sam smiled as he finished his remark.

"Hey, it's going to go great," said Jessica, placing her hand on top of Sam's that was resting on the table and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?" asked Brady.

Sam sighed deeply, shaking his head.

"They don't care."

"Nah, man, I would be gloating! Why not?" asked Brady.

"Because we're not exactly the Bradys," replied Sam.

Jessica sighed and squeezed her boyfriend's arm gently. Brady looked from Jessica to Sam and then leaned his head back, looking for Justin at the bar.

"I'm going to go and get us some more shots. And maybe I'll find or check on Justin along the way somewhere," said Brady, walking away.

Sam and Jessica chuckled, but then Sam's expression became very serious.

"Seriously, I'm proud of you," said Jessica, staring into Sam's eyes.

She pulled Sam in for a long kiss.

Lying in bed that night, Sam heard a crashing sound. He quickly got up and headed down the hall slowly. He saw an open window and looked around. He noticed a figure scampering across an open door, so he entered the room. Sam hid in a closet and just as the figure passed by, Sam jumped out. He threw a few punches, but the man pinned him to the ground very easily.

"Whoa, easy tiger."

"Dean? You scared the crap out of me," panted Sam.

"That's because you're out of practice," replied Dean.

Sam suddenly sat up and had Dean on his back on the floor.

"Or not. Get off of me."

Sam let Dean up.

"Dean, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I was lookin' for a beer."

Dean smirked at his clever remark. Sam crossed his arms and looked Dean straight in the eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he repeated.

Dean held up his palms in a placating manner.

"Okay, alright. We gotta talk," replied Dean.

"Sam?" said a voice.

Jessica appeared then and flipped on the light, squinting at Dean as she took him in.

"Jess, hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend Jessica," introduced Sam, walking over and placing an arm around Jessica's waist as he made the introductions.

Dean smiled and nodded his head in approval.

"Wait, your brother Dean?" asked Jessica, looking over to Sam.

"I love the Smurfs," said Dean, pointing to the shirt Jessica was wearing.

Jessica crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously as Dean continued on.

"You know, you are completely out of my brother's league."

Sam scoffed and Jessica turned around, beginning to head back towards the bedroom.

"Just let me put something on," she said.

"No, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously," said Dean, smirking.

Jessica turned back around, looking slightly more uncomfortable and looking up at Sam. Dean sighed heavily.

"Anyway, I've got to borrow your boyfriend to talk about some private family business, but, uh, it was very nice meeting you."

Dean gave Jessica some sort of slight wave, but Sam held his ground, staring his brother down.

"No. Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

Sam placed his arm back around Jessica's waist after his statement. Dean's face fell slightly.

"Alright. Um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days," said Dean.

"So, he's working overtime. He'll stumble home in a few days," replied Sam, scoffing and rolling his eyes.

Dean looked him in the eye firmly, his tone very serious now.

"Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam's tall, lanky form immediately stiffened and Jessica looked up at him, very confused.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside," said Sam, not looking at his girlfriend.