Dean Winchester was one of the worlds best hunters he had been training and hunting since he was a young boy and his mother Mary had passed away. He had never questioned his way of life until his father had died. His whole existence became very real when his dad died, never being able to love anyone, dragging Sammy into danger almost every week and a few meaningless hook-ups with women in pubs.

Why did he have to hunt the evil creatures, he asked himself repeatedly. It just seemed so pointless he wasn't saving people in his life he was just endangering. He wished that he had never started the business and that he could just forget about all the evil that lived out there.

He looked around the diner that he had been eating breakfast in. The plastic red seats and the cold metal tables seemed so tacky. Dean longed for a real home cooked meal. He wished that he could have a real solid bed to go home to instead of living in cheep motels. He took a large chunk out of his pancakes and stab viciously at it with his fork. He checked his phone as Sammy text him to tell him where the corpse of a angry spirit was buried.

Dean left the handful of change on the table to pay his bill and went to the impala. He checked his equipment and headed to the abandoned plot of land that Sammy had directed him to. Slinging the shovel over his shoulder he slammed the boot and headed to the old oak tree in the middle of the land beside a dirty lake.

"Lets finish this now then bitch." he muttered under his breath as he started digging. He found the skeleton of the spirit and salted it before preparing it for burning. Dean stood back up and dropped the match onto the corpse. Watching as it went up in flames he let out a small chuckle under his breath "You caused me and Sammy so much trouble." Dean then sighed looking upon the sight, "I always wanted to be a mechanic you know, I would much rather be fixing cars than burning your ass."


Dean grabbed Sammy and gave him a cuddle. "Lets go and get some dinner Sammy, I wanna talk about summat."

"Aright Dean, sounds serious is it another spirit?"

"You could say summat like that I guess, lets go"


"YOU WANNA QUIT" Sam's voice echoed through the diner.

"shhhh Sammy not so loud"

"what about all the evil we kill and the people we save what will happen to them if we quit hunting."

"Sammy think of the other hunters we have met, these people will be fine and we will be free, no more chasing things, we can give up the family business and start our own lives instead of following in dads footsteps, we will max out the credit cards and just disappear no more hiding and running from the law everytime a card gets found out. I will start my own garage and fix cars, you can go back to law school. All those cards we have could easily get us cover to start out."

Sammy pondered the idea and then a small smile crept on his face, "I could finish my law studies?" Dean nodded slowly. "And I can open my own law firm?" Dean nodded again. "Lets do it then," Sammy said excitedly.


The next morning Sam signed into his computer and Dean headed to the bank to open a first bank account and get their lives on track. The cashier looked at him and then checked her computer screen, Dean saw that she was a little bemused how someone of his age had never had a bank account and he smiled sweetly. "Ok Mr Winchester your account has been made, I hope you have a great time with your new garage idea."

Dean walked out with his head held high, for the first time in his life things were going to be normal. He and Sammy would rent a place somewhere cheep and he would get both of their lives together maybe settle down have a couple of kids. The true American dream.