Author's note: it's something that's been in my head for, like, ages! I just wanted to give it a shot. Hope you guys like it. Comment and stuff. If it's horrid then i'll stop immediately, so tell me honestly. lolXD. SUPERNATURAL is not mine though there is an OC character somewhere down there. ENJOY!~.~

Stanford University

Palo Alto, California

"Now, are you gonna come with me or not?" Dean asked his brother, frowning.

"I'm not." Sam said.

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good." Sam said.

"Come on. It wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad." Dean said and started walking to the door.

"Yeah?" Sam challenged as he followed his brother. "When I told Dad that I was scared at the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."

"Well, what was he suppose to do?" Dean challenged, stopping in front of the door.

"I was 9 years ol Sam was cut off by a scream from the apartment. "JESS!"

Sam bolted with Dean right behind him, gun at the ready. Sam burst through the living room and headed to the kitchen. Jess was pressed against the wall, to Sam's relief, grabbed her and placed her behind him. Dean burst in and stepped in front of Sam, gun pointing to the intruders.

One of the intruders was on all fours, his brown hair grown too long, head bent down and was having trouble controlling his breath, like he just ran 2 miles and back. Another one who gripped the back of a chair like it was the only thing keeping him upright looked younger than the others, his sandy hair cropped unlike the tall one, who's as out of breath as the other guy. And last was a guy in a beige trench coat who sat on the floor as if he slipped on an ice cube with his nose bleeding and looked disoriented.

"What the hell?" Dean muttered. The younger one's head snapped at his direction as soon as he heard Dean's voice. There was a look of disbelief in his eyes and a smile spreading across his face as if Dean was some kind of angel or something.

"It- it worked." he whispered.

"What worked?" Dean asked harshly, gun pointing at the kid's chest. The guy in the beige trench coat looked at him and relief was plastered all across his face. Dean stared at both of them like they were crazy monsters about to jump at him. Then his gaze stopped at the guy with the overgrown brown hair and a cold shiver ran down his spine in recognition. He turned and saw his baby brother looking slightly panicked and confuse with his girlfriend, Jess, behind him looking frightened. Dean looked back to the intruders. To the man with the overgrown brown hair.

"Who are you?" Dean asked before he could stop himself, gun poised to shoot.

"You wouldn't believe me," the man said and looked up. Those green eyes piercing Dean through and through. "Even if I told you."

"Try me." Dean forced out.