This story comes from requests from readers who wanted a story where Dean and Arandi meet from childhood.
Also I got a couple of requests for a longer story along the lines of the Chronicles. So this story will start out with Dean and Arandi from birth and go on from there. I will include some aspects of the show but rewritten to fit this story. So if I don't get names, dates, careers, right, it was on purpose.
You will notice that I rarely mention city names and or states. I do this so that the reader can image them anywhere they see fit.
In my opinion since Jensen and Jared are both Texas boys then I think Dean and Sam should be the same. Yes, I am from Texas as well.
They are hunters in this one.
Add to that, if you have read my other stories you are familiar with the way I write. I do not follow custom punctuation because it annoys me. If that bothers you turn away now.
My stories have a lot of curse words.
My stories have a lot of SEX. This one in particular has just about everything under the sun. Toys, same sex, and probably some worse in later chapters. I will try to give a warning in each chapter. If it slips my mind please forgive me.
My stories have and I cannot state enough A LOT OF HURT DEAN!
Many characters go through my stories but be assured my stories are DEANCENTRIC.
AGAIN I HURT DEAN A LOT.
I state it over and over because I had more than one complaint last time even though my summary stated in large letters. LOTS OF HURT DEAN!
NOT YOUR THING then don't even start reading this one.
All SUPERNATURAL characters sadly do not belong to me. I do though own the entire REMINGTON clan. Arandi, Jade, Johnny, Beth, and Jonathan.
For those of you who decide to read this please enjoy and please review.
Thank you!
WINCHESTER/REMINGTON: LIFELINES
ALL ALONG
January 24, 1979
The snow was falling steadily as John Winchester tried to drive his very pregnant, very in labor wife to the hospital.
Mary Winchester was doing her best to breathe the way she was told but the pain was unbelievable. Not as bad as her own mom had made it sound but it was no cake walk.
"Please, hurry John. This baby wants out." She panted.
"I'm trying, the snow is making it hard to drive fast. We don't need to get into an accident." John said as calmly as he could even though his heart was about to beat out of chest in fear that he might have to deliver his child on the side of the road in the snow.
Freaking Texas snow storm the one time that they didn't need it there it was.
He was concentrating on his driving when a figure appeared out of nowhere waving his arms frantically and John was glad that he had not been driving much faster as he slowed down.
The man banged on John's window and John rolled it down just barely enough to see what the man wanted.
"Please, I need help my wife is in labor and our car won't start." The man said desperately.
"Help them." Mary huffed.
"You're in luck, pal, I'm on my way to the hospital too with my wife in labor." John said as he climbed out of the car to help the stranger get his wife into the back seat.
"Thank you so much." The woman panted, also in full labor.
"What a blessing you came along when you did." The man said. "By the way we are Jonathan and Beth Remington."
"John and Mary Winchester." John replied as he eased the car back into motion.
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John and Johnathan paced the waiting room. It seemed like hours since their wives had been taken away and they had heard no news.
John wrung his hands in worry everything that could go wrong in his mind and before he realized it he was praying in Latin. He turned to see Jonathan watching him intently.
"Sorry, I speak Latin when I'm worried." John said easily.
Jonathan walked closer to him and with no warning reached to pull John's necklace from inside his shirt.
"What the hell, man?" John grumbled.
"You're a hunter." Jonathan whispered.
"Yeah, I like to hunt like most men."
"You know what I mean." Jonathan insisted.
John stared at him until Jonathan pulled out a similar necklace.
"I don't believe in coincidences." They both said at the same time.
They both swore they could hear the sounds of giant gears going into motion at the same time as they heard the first cries of their newborn children.
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Mary and Beth had been taken to the same delivery room. It turned out they both had the same doctor and they both realized that they had seen each other before at his office.
The doctor flitted between both of them amazed at how both women were dilating at the exact same pace.
"The race is on." He joked.
Mary looked around the room uncomfortable with the increasing pain and she so wished that John was with her. She was vulnerable right now and she hated that.
Still to make herself feel better she squirmed and said 'Christo' as if she was cursing her pain.
No one flinched but when she turned to look at Beth she met knowing eyes and a tiny smile of kinship.
They could both swear that they heard something big starting in motion and then they had to push.
They next thing they knew they were hearing 'it's a boy', 'it's a girl' and seconds later the cries of their newborns.
They looked at each other again because neither believed in coincidences.
They were handed their babies both with wide eyes.
Mary's with unbelievable green and Beth's with blue.
"Don't get too attached to the eye color it usually changes as they get older." A nurse said cheerfully.
Mary and Beth somehow knew this time she was wrong.
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The Winchester's and the Remington's all regarded each other as Mary fed her baby boy and Beth her baby girl.
The doctor had asked them if they minded sharing a room since they were minor celebrities at the moment.
They were the only deliveries that day in the medical center and one boy one girl born at the exact same time.
The room was awash with well-wishers gifts.
The parents though knew something had clicked into place today and all they could do was wait it out.
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As it turned out the Remington's were looking for a place to live and as it so happened there was a house available right next door to the Winchester's.
It was exactly what the Remington's were looking for and ridiculously affordable. So within weeks they were neighbors and became the best of friends.
The Remington's already had a little two year old boy named after his dad but they called him Johnny. He climbed up onto John's lap the very first time he met him as if he had known him along.
"He has never taken to anyone that fast." Beth said in awe.
As they got to know each other they found that they had all been raised as hunters by hunters and had met their partners on the hunt. They had semi-retired once married, only hunting things that came too close to home. Once the women had become pregnant they become the house wives and the men kept sharp eyes on everything within a hundred mile radius and making sure other hunters took over from the end of that radius on in every possible direction.
While the women no longer hunted they stayed in the loop on research and sent hunters to other places that they usually would have gone.
Not many hunters got to settle down. They considered themselves lucky. Now they were wondering if it all had been planned for some other cosmic reason.
They watched Dean and Arandi with hawk eyes searching for any sign of impending doom.
Mary and John had decided to name their little boy after Mary's own mother, Deana, killed by a demon.
Beth and Jonathan had named their daughter after a long ago queen. They had always liked the name and it suited their raven haired blue eyed little princess.
That was how two hunting families came together and while John and Jonathan worked all day. The woman stayed home and kept their family home up and safe. One always over at the other's house.
Dean and Arandi shared a crib, a play pen, a sand box. They cried when they were separated at the end of the day.
Johnny was always close by watching over his baby sister and he insisted that Dean was his brother.
So life went on.
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JANUARY 24, 1980
The smell of steaks on the grill filled the air. Mary and Beth hustled in Mary's kitchen making side dishes and making sure the baking cakes didn't burn.
The yard was full of neighbors and coworkers invited to celebrate Dean and Arandi's first birthday.
Screaming kids ran around in the cool January air but it was perfect for a party.
A small sized picnic table had been set up in honor of the birthday honorees and they were having fun.
Everyone was having fun.
Presents were opened, piƱatas busted open, and the cakes were brought out to cut.
Dean and Arandi stood side by side on the bench of the bigger table to blow out their candles while they held hands and everyone thought they were the cutest thing ever.
The first slice cut everyone stood silently watching as Dean picked up the plate carefully and toddled over to where Arandi was sitting at their special table.
He set it down in front of her with a big triumphant smile and said something in baby speak to her which she answered in the same manner.
Dean smiled and kissed her on the cheek. Arandi patted the seat next to her and Dean obediently sat and she took the first piece of cake from the plate carefully using the fork the way her mom had been showing her. She offered it to Dean and he opened his mouth to take the offered cake.
She then lay her little head on his shoulder and he put his arm around her.
There was hardly a dry eye at the cuteness before them.
Mary and Beth exchanged glances as a knowledge set into their gut. It was all about Dean and Arandi whatever was out there was waiting for their children. The dread that filled them was only increased as a random crash of lighting crashed close by.
Fearing a storm the small crowd began to disperse and the few that stayed to help clean up laughed in amusement at the birthday boy and girl, tired from their day of excitement lay fast asleep curled together in the sand box.
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Dean began to cry in his sleep a fear in his still too young to understand mind taking hold as he slowly woke crying for his mom and dad.
He saw the figure in his room and screamed louder.
John came tearing into the room machete in one hand and a gun in the other. "Stay away from my boy!" John yelled.
The figure laughed and disappeared in a swirl of smoke. The image of the yellow eyes would never be forgotten by either father or son.
TBC
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