SUPER IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE. DO NOT CONTINUE WITHOUT READING: The characters in the story are the same as the ones on TV. However, I changed the main characters names from Sam and Dean Winchester to Zach and Dave Savage (Zach being Sam and Dave, Dean). I realize many readers may have an issue with this, which is why I wanted to let you know before hand, that I feel very strongly about sticking to this change, and am not willing to revert to the standard names. In every other case, this is completely based off of Eric Kripke's Supernatural, and is in every other aspect just like it.

Sorry if you find this hard to follow along with, and I hope you enjoy the story!

Part I

1

I waited for years. I was essentially, The Girl Who Waited. Maybe not as extreme, but after years of yelling at a book, telling its characters the mistakes they were making, and getting frustrated with some of the ridiculous storylines, they finally made The Hunt into a television series.

I'm almost positive that I am the first person in the entire world to have ever read those books... Maybe ninety percent sure. Okay, fine sixty percent sure but that's still pretty damn sure. I was crazy obsessed with the series. Edward Konz' ability to make me dream of being in each thrilling tale at night, was astounding to me, considering the whole premise was based around two brothers who hunted down whatever went bump in the night.

So when they finally turned my all time favorite series into a TV show, I felt all my dreams were coming true. Every single time after finishing a book, I would literally pray to God that they would turn it into a show. Guess what? I'm pretty sure the Almighty Bro is so on my side. I mean, I will admit that I was a little worried they would botch up the whole thing, and give the roles to morons. But, again, someone upstairs wanted to make this chick a whole load of happy.

I mean every character was just as I pictured them. It was almost strange how down to every little detail they got. The jacket Dave wore, the mole on Zach's face, even the mechanic logo for the fake shop was spot on.

I supposed the only part they really messed around with were the stories in each episode. I didn't mind though. I mean a lot of whatever happened in the books usually got me so angry, and this way I wouldn't know everything that would happen in every episode. They never stick to the story with these things anyway.

One thing that I loved was the way they made Zach's nightmares happen.

He had these strange premonitions where he could see when people were in danger. The show wrote it out, so that whenever he had a vision or a nightmare it had something or another to do with the demon that killed their mother when Zach was just a baby.

In one episode, they went back home and saved a woman and her family because he had a nightmare about her being attacked. After realizing there were more people like him out there, both Zach and Dave decided that this evil demon was doing this all for a bigger picture reason. Finding out what that reason was, was vital.

None of this was in any of the books, which added so much more mystery to the plot.

I guess at this point this mainly sounds like the squealing of a teenage girl who is obsessed with something silly. Typical fan girl behavior, right? Well, trust me, there is definitely a story where this is going. I'm just trying to get you familiar with my love of the series, and then somehow ease you in to how this "love" of mine so royally screwed me over. Let me explain. Let me start at the beginning of all this.

To be honest, I was a fan girl. I was a full on fan girl. I wanted to have Dave Savage's children, and give his brother Zach some serious bear hugs. He just looked so cuddly. I would sit around analyzing the beauty of the brothers' unbreakable bond. Every time a season would end I would literally sit in my room all day, reading fan-fiction, looking up photos from upcoming episodes, and re-watching old episodes from start to finish.

That's when it happened. That's when the train came. My roommate was asleep late at night while I was re-watching the first season of The Hunt, starring Clayton Smith as Zach Savage, and Grayson Shields as Dave Savage, squealing over one of my favorite scenes in one of the early episodes I almost forgot about. At this point, Zach had been kidnapped by some lunatic who was trying to keep him from sending a loved one back to where ever it was she belonged, while Dave was gearing up to fight the bastard for his little brother. So exciting.

See, the trouble with living right next to a train station is that whenever a train goes by and you're trying to watch someone kick all kinds of ass on TV, there is so much noise, that you cant even hear the awesome parts. That's what was happening while I was trying to watch Dave kick ass. I was tucked in bed in my bedclothes, eagerly waiting for him to barge through that door and beat up someone and save his brother, when almost out of no where, a freight train of all things comes choo chooing it's brains out, blocking out anything audible from my laptop.

This kind of thing wasn't rare. I would usually just shrug it off, and lean closer to my speakers, turning it into a habit to block out the sound. The problem was that after a while the train was still going. Yes, yes, I'm not some sort of idiot. I get what a freight train is, but this train lasted a lot longer than any one I'd been stuck waiting for to pass. This one lasted too long, and I noticed that at some point, but guessed that maybe it was another train and I just was too engrossed in the brothers' roundhouse kicks to pay any attention.

Nonetheless, I paused the video, and walked over to my window, just waiting for the train to shut up already, and wondering how my roommate was managing to sleep through the ruckus. It was funny, I couldn't really see a train moving, but it was obviously there, it was just way too dark out to see. The train didn't pass. It didn't even slow down, or stop on the tracks. It just kept going, and I looked closer out the window, growing awfully tired. What was this? The longest train known to mankind? I let out a yawn, and closed my eyes, resting my forehead on the wood of the window.

Suddenly, the train stopped, and immediately I looked up. But the trouble was that I wasn't in my room anymore. I was in a grocery store. An empty one for that matter. It was one that I vaguely recognized, but it wasn't coming to me. What just happened? Was I dreaming? Obviously, yes. I mean, what was once the wood of my window, was now a rack holding Greek yogurt, and cottage cheese. Was my subconscious trying to tell me I yearned for some dairy?

"Who are you?" I heard a voice from behind me, with a click of a gun. I jumped and spun around.

At first I just stood there, not really grasping what was going on.

"Who are you?" The other man repeated, also pointing a gun at me. Then I started screaming, which kind of made them start screaming. Zach and Dave Savage were standing in the middle of a grocery store with me.