The Third Winchester Brother

Chapter 1

A sleek black federal car pulls up outside a rural crime scene. Well, a crime scene nowhere near a town that is large enough for a hotel rather than a motel, but not far enough away to deter the spectators. Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs is first out of the car and he surveys the scene before the agent accompanying him climbs out as well. He looks the way they had come in time to see two trucks coming up the dirt track behind them. 'DiNozzo.' He states thumping the top of the car. The passenger door opens and as Senior Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo climbs out and pulls his cap on top of his hair. He surveys the lingering crowd and the crime scene beyond.

'Ranger Thompson said the witnesses will be in the cabin on the far right. They have been instructed not to talk to one another.' He reports as the trucks pull up behind them.

'Good.' Gibbs states. 'David, McGee. Start processing the scene. DiNozzo, you're with me.'

'Yes boss.' The three chorus as they spread out to their assigned tasks. Tony DiNozzo follows his boss through the crowd to the end cabin. At the door he pauses and looks back critically over the scene.

'Just a minute boss. Want to follow up a hunch.' Tony hurries away before Gibbs can tell him otherwise. Tony heads to a cabin closer to the one where the bodies are hidden. He crouches at the door and swipes a gloved finger along the bottom of the door. his eyes narrow slightly before he enters the cabin. Within seconds he is right back out and breathing deeply. Gibbs looks over at him with a raised eyebrow. Tony tilts his head towards the door. Gibbs humours him and makes his way over. 'Go in.' Tony prompts him. Gibbs does so and like Tony, he is out almost immediately.

'What's that?'

'Sulphur.' Tony states. 'But not the ordinary kind. We're out of our league Gibbs.'

'Why?'

'Because our killer is either supernatural or has summoned the supernatural.' Tony pauses. 'Just my luck as well.'

'Why?'

'Supernatural why or my luck why?'

'Luck.'

'The best in the business. I don't really want to see them at the moment.' Tony glances over the crowd and groans softly. 'Gibbs, go interview the witnesses.' Gibbs glares at his subordinate.

'Rule 38.' He mutters softly.

'The only way I can tell you what to do huh?' Gibbs gives him a look that tells Tony the answer. He pulls out his phone and scans the crowd again. 'They would already be here wouldn't they?' He mutters to himself dialling. Gibbs frowns but doesn't say anything as he walks away. 'Follow. Me. Quiet. Both. Close. Understood?' Gibbs understands the basics to Tony's side of the conversation but not the details. He knows that Tony has received an answer in the affirmative because he is moving to one side of the scene before ducking back under the tape. Movement in the crowd catches Gibbs' eye. Two men are moving in the same direction as Tony. Gibbs glances over at Tony but seeing him watching them as well relaxes only fractionally. The lead agent thinks that they will meet near to the scene but as soon as Tony makes eye contact with the pair, he glances over to Gibbs and gives a tiny shake of the head before sprinting away from the scene. The pair, both tall and muscled one with close cropped seemingly dark hair and the other with longer and lighter hair, take off after him. Ziva and McGee watch them go and make to follow but Gibbs' looks tells them to stay at their jobs. Reluctantly, they do so.


Tony leads the two men from the crowd on a merry chase through the woods. He keeps just far enough ahead to make sure they can't predict where he is leading them but close enough so it is easy for them to track him by eye. Abruptly, he stops in the middle of a clearing. He spins on his heel and faces them with his arms crossed and a sour expression on his face. The pair skid to a stop a safe distance away, meaning no fists will be flying. The shorter of the pair shifts uncomfortably. Tony pins his gaze onto him. 'Hi Tony.' He says trying to get his natural confidence in his tone.

'Dean. Sam.'

'Tony, we're sorry. We should have been there. We really should have.'

'Dude.' Dean interrupts.

'Dean. It's Tony and our Mum.' Tony glares at Dean.

'Dude, I'm sorry. Sammy-'

'Don't just blame Sam.' Tony interrupts.

'I wasn't. I made sure we wouldn't be able to go. Sammy kept saying we needed to go. To get ready. To be there.'

'That true?' Tony asks Sam. He nods. Tony's gazed drops to the floor for a brief second before flicking back up to look at the boys. 'So you two princesses fancy working for your big brother?'

'What we got?' Sam asks all professionalism.

'Summoning ritual. Demons.'

'Singular or plural?'

'From the reek, I'd say plural. Three to five maybe. Didn't get a good enough look to judge.'

'Our kind of gig.' Dean smirks.

'Obviously.' Tony drawls. 'Or I would have arrested your asses and handed them over to the Bureau.'

'Give us the rest brother.' Sam interjects before a full blown argument can arise.

'Two Marines dead. Don't have the specifics. My team does.'

'Your boss give you that team?'

'His rules.'

'Number thirty four?'

'Close but no dice. Thirty eight actually. Your case, your lead. He turned it over to me.'


Ziva, McGee and Gibbs all covertly watch the woodland as they finish processing the scene. As one they all turn to face the Winchesters as they emerge from the woods. 'We're going to-' Tony cuts him off by holding his hand out for the keys.

'Keys.'

'Tony, no.'

'Fee-' Dean cuts Tony off by handing over his keys.

'You wouldn't dare.' Dean accuses his older brother. Tony just gives him a look that says try me before walking over to the crowd and pushing through. On the far edge he groans.

'Where is it?'

'Behind the trees.' Dean yells back. Sam ducks under the tape and wanders over to the cabin.

'Tonio. Which cabin?' Sam calls. No answer comes back making the tallest Winchester frown. A mobile beeps and Gibbs retrieves his. He struggles to look at it prompting McGee to read it out.

'Show them.' Gibbs raises his eyebrow at the tech expert. 'It's from Tony. It just says show them.' Gibbs growls at the young agent but strides over to the tall Winchester.

'This way.' he growls.

'You must be Gibbs.' Sam says conversationally. 'Tony talks a lot about you.'

'Does he now?' Gibbs grits out.

'Yup.' Sam glances over at the crowd. 'Tell him I said this and I'll deny all knowledge.' By this time Dean has stop sulking about giving the Impala keys to Tony and has joined the two. Curious, Ziva and McGee follow but at a safe distance.

'What that Gunny Gibbs is Daddy number two?' He interjects before Sam can say anything more.

'And our dad being Daddy number one yeah.'

'What about Senior?' Gibbs asks curious.

'Father not Daddy.' Sam says.

'He's just the guy who helped bring him into existence. You and Dad are his real fathers, so Tony says anyway, Agent Gibbs.' The rumble of the Impala makes the brothers look over. Tony guides the car around the crowd and parks it near the sulphur infused cabin.

'Hey Princess.'

'That's you.' Dean mutters to his younger brother.

'I think you'll find that's you Dean.' Sam counters smirking. Dean glares at Sam before glancing at the agents. He growls deep in his throat as he marches over to Tony. The senior field agent clips him around the back of his head before pushing the packed duffel in his chest. Gibbs and Sam approach the cabin. Gibbs wrinkles his nose and Sam recoils. He spins round on his heel to take a couple of deep breaths. Ziva offers a pair of the crime scene gloves to him. He takes them reluctantly breathing deeply as he does so, preparing his lungs for a decent time of not breathing.

'Are you really going in there?' Ziva asks incredulously. Sam nods. 'Why?'

'I need to check it out.' Sam states before spinning round and entering the cabin, keeping the door as closed as possible. The agents recoil as fresh waves of rotten eggs reach their noses. Dean and Tony approach and take note that Sam isn't there.

'He in?' Tony asks. Gibbs nods.

'Five you say?' Dean snorts before pulling a face a the stench of sulphur. 'I'd say seven.'

'Yeah and like you've ever been good at calculating this stuff.' Tony retorts.

'Better than you.' He mumbles. Tony smirks.

'Since when?' The door opens and Sam stumbles out he pushes past the group of Winchesters and agents to gulp in fresh air.

'Enough for five.' He states before striding over to trees on the opposite side of the crime scene tape. 'Meet at Motel.' He signs in military speak to Tony and Dean. They both nod.

'Military signals?' Gibbs queries despite himself.

'They were brought up on the road.' Tony says quietly. 'By a Marine.' He adds knowing that fact will help their cause with his bad tempered boss. 'Scene processed?' he asks.

'Pretty much.' McGee says before pausing. 'Why?'

'Rule 38.'

'How is it your case Tony?' Ziva enquires snidely. Dean gives Tony his "seriously?" look when Ziva questions his authority.

'Because it is.' Gibbs states. Tony shares a looks with Dean. Dean nods once.

'Right.' Tony looks around the scene. 'Ziva take Dean to see the bodies, I assume Ducky hasn't moved them yet.'

'He hasn't' McGee confirms before Ziva can say anything.

'McGee take the truck back to the Motel. Ziva can have the sedan. Gibbs you've got questions I'll answer in the car.'

'Dude, you're not taking my Impala.'

'Ziva's driving. Don't sweat I'll take good care of her.'

'Dude.' Dean protests. Tony just makes shooing motions with his hands. Dean takes the hint and follows Ziva.

'Ziva, if he miss behaves, break his arm.' Dean sends a glare over his shoulder. Tony call tell from Ziva's posture that she is smirking.

'I'd like to see her try.' Dean's mutter can clearly be heard by the three men left behind at the cabin.

'He's Dean?' McGee asks Tony quietly. He nods. 'Dean?' McGee calls over.

'What?' Comes the curt reply.

'She's ex-Mossad.' Dean smirks.

'Really?' He drawls. Tony fights to keep a guffaw in and fails miserably.

'Something funny DiNozzo?' Gibbs all but accuses him.

'Aw yeah.' He pulls himself together. 'McGee. Truck.' McGee reluctantly peals away and heads over to the forensic truck. 'Come on boss. I did say I would answer questions in the car.' Tony leads Gibbs over to the Impala and settles himself behind the wheel. 'Man it is a long time since I drove her.' He sticks his eyebrow up at his boss. 'Aren't you going to get in?' Gibbs smirks but does get in.

'Whose is she?

'Sam and Dean's, primarily. But I look after her every so often. Spent a year or so living in her with them.'

'Her?'

'She's Dean's baby. Even when he was a kid.'

'You've known them how long?'

'Since Dean was a baby.' Tony doesn't give any more information. He reverses the Impala back to the track and follows the truck back to the main road. Once on the road he opens up the engine and roars past the truck taking his frustrations out on the gas pedal.

'Driving a bit like me, aren't we DiNozzo?' Tony grunts in reply. 'Care to explain?' Tony sighs heavily in frustration.

'They're my brothers. Little brothers.' Tony adds onto the end. 'Younger half brothers.'

'I thought your mum died.' Gibbs says slightly confused. 'That was our motel.' He points out at they roar past.

'I know. Giving Sam time to get back. That sulphur, it brings back bad memories for both of them.'

'Of what.'

'Hell.'

'Hell?'

'Hell.'

'As in?'

'As in the underworld, where your soul goes if it ain't going to heaven. Yes.'