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Prologue

"I am so sorry you're Majesty; we could not find the young prince anywhere."

King John of Winchesters felt his eyes close in grief at getting the confirmation that he knew deep in his heart. His eldest son was gone, most likely killed at the hands of his enemies. He felt even more despair when he saw his youngest son lying on the bed, in a coma, not waking up at all. His eldest eight year son was an Alpha and the moment Sam was born Dean identified his younger brother, who is Omega, as his true mate.

It was rare, that's true, for true mates to be siblings but not unheard of. He heard a gasp from his four year old son and he turned to look at him, suddenly hopeful. It was all for naught. His youngest was still in a coma; in a coma because his true mate was nowhere near him. Most likely because he was dead. John knew who was responsible for the tragedies of his life; King Lucifer, the ruler of the rivaling kingdom, and his loyal guard, Azazel.

The rivalry started when his beloved Mary married him and spurred Lucifer's advances. It seemed as if he had backed off and he had even showed up at their wedding. All had been quiet until the original King disappeared and Michael, the original heir to the throne, had gone to search for him, until he too was never heard from again. Lucifer had ascended to the throne. By that time young Dean had been four years old and Sam had been four months old. Two months later everything had gone to hell.

Mary had been burned alive while they were in they were away to relax. John had barely taken his youngest son out and it had been too late for Mary. It took some digging but he found out that Azazel had started the fire that had taken his Mary. John had wanted revenge but decided against it knowing that he had to worry about his two young sons and what was best for the kingdom so he had cut all alliance and trade with Lucifer's kingdom and started allegiances with others on the down low. The last four years had been a bittersweet time. He had seen his sons grow and watched as they became closer. Mary should've been there, too. Still, John had let it go.

The fragile peace that he had been able to cultivate around his children and, subsequently, his kingdom, was shattered that night. The alarms had gone up that they were under attack. A small sized army, not wearing any arms, had attacked the castle he had holed himself and children in. They came in storming with their guns, knives and bombs. John had done his best to fight them off and just when he thought he had won, he had found out his eldest son had vanished and his youngest had fallen into a coma from being so far away from his true mate.

He looked out the window where it was cloudy and huge storm was blowing in. Even with the heaters on John felt a cold chill go down his spine and fill out his whole body. He wouldn't let this go unanswered. He knew why the army that had attacked had not worn any arms; it was so that he had no definite chance of taking it to his allies and starting a war with the corrupt monarch. He would find a way. The first mistake he had made was letting Mary's murderer go without punishment, the second was hiding like a coward. He wouldn't make those mistakes again.

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Three days later, in a neighboring country, a little eight year old, blond boy woke up with no idea where he was or who he was. He got up from the filthy alleyway's floor and went to where there was a crowd hoping to find help. He walked all day and people ignored the little, filthy child asking for help. Those were a dime a dozen in that city.

Finally as it was getting dark the little boy found a garbage can to hide in and slept there for the night. He dreamt. He saw a beautiful, little boy that couldn't be more than four and he felt a connection to him.

'Dean, where are you? I'm scared.'

The little boy was confused, was he Dean?

'Dean!'

'I'm sorry, am I Dean? Do I know you?' the eight year sensed the other little boy's sadness and fear and he wish he could soothe it.

'It's me, Sammy.'

Sammy.

The little boy was abruptly brought to wakefulness when he felt himself being dropped. He woke up and saw two burly men over him.

"Well, look at this Walt. He's pretty."

"Should be an Omega rather than an Alpha if you tell me, Roy."

"I say we use him like the bitch he should be." The boy said tried to scream when he felt a dirty, stinky hand on his mouth. He felt his pants be pulled down and was exposed to the two men. He felt a finger over his hole and he thrashed around as much as he could. Just when he felt something entering his little hole he bit down hard and ran.

"Ow, you little bitch!" He heard the two men after him and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. It didn't help that his pants were around his ankles. He tripped and fell and just when he thought he was a goner he heard to gunshots.

"What is going on here?"

The boy heard the two men stop behind him and he could smell fear.

"Singer, we were just…we were just trying to help this poor little boy."

"Hmm, is that so? Well, scurry along I can take it from here." The little boy heard the men retreating and he felt relief. He saw a hand in front of him and he took it. He was pulled up and his pants were no longer around his ankle.

The boy looked up to get a look at his savior. He was in his mid-thirties, had a scruffy beard and was wearing a hat. Though he looked unkempt the boy knew this man was someone to be trusted, his young instincts telling him so.

"Where you from boy and where's your family?" The boy gulped not knowing what to say.

"Well?"

"I…I don't…know," the last word came out as a whisper and he felt tears trying to fall down his eyes. He angrily wiped them away and tried to seem tough.

"I really don't, mister."

"Do you have a name?" He was about to answer 'no' when he remembered the beautiful boy in his dream.

"It's Dean, sir."

"Really now, well then Dean, come with me I'll get you somewhere warm and safe." His rescuer extended his hand and after a second Dean took it.

"And by the way, none of that 'sir' or 'mister' crap, name's Bobby, you hear?"

For the first time that day (and who knew maybe his life) Dean gave a smile, "Bobby."

They both walked further into the city, Dean not knowing about his future.

First chapter of this story. I hope the person who requested it will like it so far.

All mistakes are my own, and trust me, there will be a few.

Enjoy.