Okay, a few people didn't like my first story, Nerves, so I just wanted to say, I'm sorry if it sucked, and I promise from now on none of my stories will involve people being brought back from the dead. I will no longer include Ellen or Jo in any of my stories, either. Just please don't stop reading all my stories because of one screw-up in the last ones.

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever own anything from Supernatural.

Chapter 1

"Did you hear that?" Dean asked his little brother, pointing his flashlight in the direction of the noise. The light reflected off the cold stone walls and revealed mold and little spiders.

"Dean, for the third time tonight, I didn't hear a thing."

"Dude, I'm not making this up. I heard metal clanging coming from over there. This is the fourth time I heard it."

"I think you're imagining things. I haven't heard anything since we got here."

"Four times, Sam. I've heard it four times. I'm not imagining anything."

He heard the sound again and whipped his flashlight in the direction the sound was coming from.

"Damn it!" he shouted, "That's gonna drive me completely insane!"

"I can't believe it. You were serious."

"You heard it this time?"

Sam nodded and walked toward where Dean's flashlight was pointing. Just then, they heard the sound of rocks being kicked and a loud voice said, "Shit! Stupid rocks!"

Dean rounded a corner and raised his gun. Before him stood a boy about sixteen years old with dark brown hair and lighter brown eyes. The boy held up his own gun, one-handed.

"Who the hell are you?" the boy asked in a slight Australian accent.

Dean glared at the boy, "Who the hell are you?"

"Don't start that. I asked you first!"

"I'm not starting anything! You're just a kid!"

"Dean, stop that," Sam said. He walked into the small room and looked at the other boy, "I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean. Now. Who are you?"

"Eric. Eric Fuller."

"Okay, Eric," Dean said, trying to sound calm, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm a hunter. Winchesters? Related to John Winchester?"

"Yep," Sam said, "He was our father."

"Really?" Eric lowered his gun slightly and then held it back up, "Wait, how do I know you aren't shapeshifters?"

"Well, for one thing, you don't see our eyes changing color, do you? For another... nevermind, I don't have another reason. But we're not. Now, how do we know you're not one of them?"

"Same reasons I suppose. I'm really not."

Dean scoffed, "That's what any shifter would say. We need a real test."

"Like what, Dean?" Sam asked, "How are we going to prove he's not a shifter?"

"I don't know."

"Wow. That's your great plan? How is that gonna work, Dean?"

"Just shut up, Sam."

"Do you two always do this?"

"Yeah. Pretty much," they said at the same time.

The same metallic clanging sounded through the room, causing all three hunters to look around.

"What is that?" Dean asked, getting agitated, "It's been doing that all night."

"I don't know," Eric said, "I've been hearing it, but I can't figure out where it is, either."

"It's driving me insane!"

"You still never answered the question," Sam pointed out, "Why are you down here? You're just a kid."

"I'm sixteen. You don't have to be thirty to be a good hunter, you know."

"I'm twenty-seven," Dean said.

"Close enough."

"I don't like you."

"Sorry. Didn't mean to call you old, but you get what I'm saying, right?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, we get it. But you shouldn't be down here. Shifters are really dangerous."

"No more dangerous than an agrivated bear," Eric shrugged.

"And you know this how?"

"I watch TV. I'm not stupid. Bears aren't nice when they're agitated. Shifters may be able to shift into other things, but they're still fairly human. They're a cinch to kill."

"Dude, did you just say 'cinch'?" Dean asked, grinning.

"Yes. I did."

The clanging started again and this time, Eric took off. He sprinted through the darkened halls with Sam and Dean right behind him. They turned another corner and Eric skidded to a halt. There was a large cage in the center of the room with two people in it. One was a sixteen year old girl with blond hair and green eyes. The other was a boy, about fourteen years old with black hair and blue eyes. The two shook the metal bars and broke into hysterical laughter. Fear was written on their faces and the girl's eyes suddenly got wide. Eric whirled around when he heard a gun shot. A man stood in the doorway, holding a gun of his own. His eyes sparkled white and he was smiling.

He lifted his head up a little and Dean and Sam were thrown into a wall.

"Aw, shit," Eric muttered.

A/N That's the end of this chapter. Hope you enjoyed, and don't worry, there's a reason it was Sam and Dean, and I'll get to that in the next chapter. Not gonna say AUSSIE SMILES this time. Too much effort for nothing. Please review. Many thanks.