***This series does not belong to me. I did not create the Supernatural world, nor do the characters belong to me. This is my disclaimer. The Fields Family however is of my own pure genius mind so I kindly request if use is wanted to please ask. Thank you!***

CHAPTER 1

To my fans of Supernatural:

There are always those stories never told to protect something. I spent much of my time, writing these stories trying keeping out a large portion of the truth. But as I get older and as the world's destiny changes I have realized the missing piece of the Winchesters' story is the one piece most important, not necessarily to the world but to them.

So here are the missing fragments of their journey. The Winchesters' will probably kill me once they've learned I've written this down but I could no longer hide this from the world…

Chuck

The Impala roared as it drove down the deserted road of the Berkshire foothills, arousing the wildlife in its wake. The speakers whispered "Back in Black" by ACDC, while Dean sat behind the wheel fighting the urge to turn up the volume and sing along. He glanced over to his younger brother, Sam, with apprehension. Sam's lack of sleep was starting to show, even in his ability to hunt, and Dean's concern was growing though he would never admit it.

Six months, that's how long it'd been since the two of them started out on their new journey to find their MIA father, John. Once so far they actually found him, but the reunion was short lived. Yet still, every now and again John would send them to some anonymous ominous destination with known demonic clientele. This time was no different. A couple of days ago, Sam received a text message "42.20-73.15." Coordinates. It was their father's secret language. Sam determined the coordinates lead them to October Mountain State Park, in Becket Massachusetts, right off the Appalachian Trail. And so they were off to a different place. It was a quick drive from Upstate New York and their last case.

Dean stretched out his back. He'd been up for over twenty four hours now and it was starting to wear on him. It was at points like this when Dean would forcefully nudge his brother awake to take the wheel but Sam getting shuteye was more important these days. With this in mind, Dean sucked in a breathe shook his head vigorously and slapped his cheek while keeping a lookout for any back alley store with a cup of coffee… good … bad it didn't matter. He just wanted the caffeine.

Sam's body began to turn shake violently. His eyes began to twitch under his eye lids. Dean knew immediately, another bad dream. Sam let out a scream, calling out Jessica's name and then awoke in freight. He swore under his breath, it was a mix of anger for having the same dream yet again, or that Dean knew.

"I thought you were done with the nightmare's Sammie."

"So was I, but apparently not." Sam said in a huff. "Where are we?"

"Berkshire foothills, we are right outside of Becket Mass and about 10 or so miles from October Mountain State Forest." Dean took a moment to check Sam's mental condition. "You sure you want to do this Sammie? I mean with everything that's happened...finding dad and then with Sarah. I could always just swing back there if you want. Give you a chance to let yourself go a little?"

"No thank you."

"Sam."

"We've been searching for dad for months…"

"I was talking about us going back to Sarah."

"Dean, please stay out of my love…" Sam stopped himself before he continued down this path. It was a useless discussion and a replayed argument and neither side was going to win. "Right now I think our best bet is to stay busy."

"Fine. Why did dad send us all the way out here? Where you able to find anything?"

Sam shook his head. "The only strange incident reported over the last few years was a desecrated grave." Sam noted reaching into his duffel bag for his laptop.

"How is that strange? It's not like we don't do that ourselves almost every day. Never mind, don't answer that."

"I've never dug up a grave to bury a second body… have you?"

"See and that's what makes this our case…"

"Actually, what makes this our case… the second body found was a man named Michael Connors, and get this, he was a beaten to death."

"Ouch…Connors… why do I know that name?" Dean asked.

Habit took over as Sam instinctually reached for their father's torn, unloved, leather bound journal. He delicately, yet purposefully leafed through pages. "Because dad's mentioned him a few times in his journal."

"What, so he's a hunter?" Throughout their lives, Sam and Dean spent little time with other hunters. But there were times when their father would get help and when he did, he made mention of it in his journal noting the good from the bad, and the ones to watch out for.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, a damned good one from what I can gather from dad's journal. Dad apparently had a lot of respect for the guy. He was a loner type though. His work with dad was out of the norm for this guy."

"A hunter ends up in a coffin sharing eternal sleep with some unknown? This most certainly sounds like our case." Dean nodded toward the computer. "Any mention of how the second body was discovered? Like you said, it's not really common practice to just exhume a body." Dean contemplated that thought for a moment. "Well for normal people anyway." He exchanged a witty smile with Sam.

Sam glared at Dean for a short moment before going back to his computer and scrolled through the article he'd saved on his laptop. "Marissa Sheldon was a victim of a murder. All the article mentions is that DNA was needed so the city got permission to exhume the body."

"I bet they got a full Monty surprise," Dean chuckled to himself. After a moment of silence Dean spoke up again. "So, what's the plan?"

"Dad mentioned another hunter in his journal, one who lives in the area named Lex Fields. I think we should see if Lex is around, perhaps he might know something."

"Anyway these two hunters know each other?" Sam shook his head as he scanned his father's journal while comparing what he could with the newspaper article. "What does Dad's journal say about Lex Fields? Seriously, who name's their kid Lex, it's like dooming him to be a villain."

Sam forced himself to hide a smile, but he couldn't hold it off for long and chuckled at Dean with an aggressive head shake. Quickly, he flipped through pages of the journal making a mental note of pages to remember. His faced flickered in with interest and surprise. "Down the years, how many hunters has Dad worked with on a regular basis?"

"Besides Bobby? I can only think of a handful. Usually Dad works alone."

"Five years he's known Lex and there are ten mentions of hunts with him. That's two hunts a year, Dean." Sam took a moment to consider what this meant. How serious this was. "Dad mentions the hunts and Lex but his details are vague at best about Lex. Like usual."

"Dad never mentioned him, ever." Dean gripped the leather wheel in annoyance. He was annoyed at all of Dad's secrets. He was annoyed at Sam pointing them out. He was just planned annoyed with everything. "Dude, I'm starving. Let grab a bit to eat and we'll figure out our next move from there." Yes, he was hungry but this was the only thing he thought to say to change the subject.

Sam nodded in agreement knowing Dean's true intentions.

Dean cranked up the radio which was still playing ACDC.

The town of Becket was small and cozy little town, housing roughly one thousand eight hundred people. It was one of those places known for its tourist. It was right off of the Mass Pike and within distance to the Appalachian Trail a well known hiker trail that spans the entire east coast of America. Many people would take a summer off and travel the entire trail while others made weekend trips. Becket was right in the heart for all those travelers to stop, fill up on goods and get a hot meal. Meaning, non-locals are very much welcomed.

Sam and Dean found themselves in a tiny dinner attached to a mom and pop market. The locals greeted each other by first name while being kind and courtesy to anyone they didn't know, striking up a conversation about anything that came to mind. The boys sat by a window taking in the homey feeling of the dinner and the delicious smell of the meals being served around them. Dean knew exactly what he wanted the moment he saw it on the menu, and Sam just ordered the first thing he saw before he immersed himself in research.

Most of the breakfast was chewed in utter silence. The knowledge of a hunter dad actually seemed close to was just as bad to the Winchester Boys as every other secret their father kept and continued to keep. It was hard for them to understand their father's motives, but when everything seemed just in arms reach, like they were almost about the touch the light at the end of the path… they find themselves getting pushed one hundred feet down a lightless tunnel.

Dean chewed down a mouthful of his sausage omelet in ecstasy, while Sam barely touched his plate and continued pouring over the journal. He was looking for information about Lex Fields, Michael Connors, and this job their father had them going on. Anything would've been good, but so far he was coming up completely empty.

"Anything?" Dean said between his chewing.

Sam shook his head at his brother's disgusting habit, refraining from saying anything, because it wasn't like he was going to say anything new. "No. I've searched all the local newspapers and databases I could find. I've found ten different families all with the name Fields and none of them with a Lex in the household."

"Maybe it's a nick name?"

"It could be…"

The room jingled as the door to the dinner grocery store opened. A young woman walked in. She carried herself with confidence as she made her way to the front counter. She had long flowing strawberry hair, and penetrating green eye. Her face was pale with perfectly placed freckles. The woman was tall enough to be considered tall for a female reaching over five feet eight inches. She was an Irish las through and through. She wore a pair of ripped up shorts, a Linkin Park logoed t-shirt and work boots.

Dean noticed her the moment she walked in the door. After first, it was her looks. Dean could always find a good looking woman in any crowd, but there was something about her, something Dean couldn't place. His hunting instincts were telling him something. He didn't trust her. He slapped Sam on the arm to get his attention and pointed toward her.

He looked up from his research until he realized what Dean was hinting at. "Yes Dean, a hot girl, wonderful." He said with annoyance adding an eye roll just to emphasize his annoyance.

"Alexis," the owner of the store came from behind the counter to greet the woman with smile and a hug. "It's been so long! I hear your brother will be heading off to Med School."

"A full ride to Harvard Medical out in Boston."

The store owner pulled Alexis away from him with a smile. "Your parents would be so proud of you two. One child has already graduated from MIT and the other is off to Harvard to be a doctor."

"Thank you Mr. Monroe. It means a lot." After a quick smile she pulled out a piece of paper from her back pocket. "When I called you earlier you said you had all this." The shop keeper took her list. "If it's not too much trouble."

"Of course not. But I have to admit you're the only reason I keep some of these herbs in stock. You ask from some of the strangest things."

Alexis laughed. "Oh no. Not me. Eli is the cook I just get the ingredients."

After a quick five minutes Alexis was walking out with a bag in hand. As she walked out the door Dean caught her eye. In a single moment a feeling of recognition flew across her face. Dean saw it. She thought she knew him. Before he could get Sam's attention she was out the door and heading down the street.

"There is something about that girl." Dean muttered. "Sam, there was something about her, something I can't put my finger on."

"Because she didn't get all googly-eyed when she saw you." Sam didn't even waste the effort to look up from his computer screen.

"Sam, damn-it, I'm serious."

Sam signed closing his laptop in defeat. "Like what? Is she a demon? Witch? Changeling?"

"I don't know. I just know my hunting instinct is telling me not to trust her." Before Sam could say another word, Dean was already packed up and out the door throwing a couple of twenties on the table. Sam threw his bag over his shoulder, thrusting his laptop in his arm and racing after Dean, who was already on the girl's trail.

Sam knew the keep his mouth shut. He sloppily shoved his laptop into his leather book-bag following Dean's movements. It was easy to tell when Dean switched into hunting mode. His back was straight; his eyes were stern and checking their six; he would check and double check to make sure his gun was within reach, locked, and loaded. He wouldn't talk; he wouldn't laugh or even crack a joke. He was all about the hunt. Sam also knew, more often than not how in tune Dean was with his hunting instincts and how more often than not he was right. So Sam made sure he had his own gun locked and loaded just in case.

Dean followed the girl around the corner and down a back alleyway off the main streets of town. It was an old fisher's market, currently torn down and being rebuilt. The old buildings' remains lay scattered across the ground with concrete walls and heavy wood pillars as a reminder of their existence. It was a perfect place to hide. It was the weekend so the place was deserted. It was open enough to attack and yet had enough ruins for cover. The girl knew she was being followed. Dean looked down searching for tracks in the dirt. There were so many from all the workers it was hard to tell which where hers since the girl was wearing work boots herself. Dean swore under his breath.

As Sam ran up to his brother's back both men turned around to the sound of a thud from behind them. The girl had jumped from one of the windows above landing on the ground below. "I hate being followed." Before either brother could raise his weapon, the young woman was on them.

She went after Sam first shoving the heel of her hand into his fisted gun causing him to lose his grip. The gun went flying behind. Before he could react she'd used her free hand to punch him in the gut. He let out a puff of air before falling to his knees gasping for breath. She turned her sights to Dean who had yet to shoot. His aim was good, but he couldn't trust himself not to hit Sam. The woman attempted a round house kick but Dean caught it in mid air. She dropped to her hands putting her other leg behind his knees and with sheer leg muscle knocked his legs out from underneath him. He let go of her to stop himself from hitting the ground.

Sam was back up throwing a punch. It connected. The girl fell back into a wall with a smile. It was Dean who launched forward knocking her even harder into the wall. Her head snapped back hitting the wall with a thud. She gave out a groan of pain before she raised her elbow and threw it down onto his kidney. Dean grunted but didn't let go. "The gun!" He screamed grabbing her hand pinning it to the wall.

The girl was able to wriggle her other hand free. It was enough. She'd had a knife hidden on her person and flung it in Sam's direction. It stuck into the wall behind him pinning his jacket and him to the divider. "Stay!" The woman brought her knee up to Dean's stomach repeatedly before he finally let her go. She dropped to her feet taking in a welcome breath of fresh air before doing a front roll to Sam's gun. Just as she got her hands on it Dean rolled to his own gun cocked it and fired aiming only inches from the girl's head. "Drop it."

The woman raised her hands into the air, the gun still in her possession. "Alright you win." She knew her way around a gun. It was obvious the moment she unlatched the magazine dropping it to the ground and unhampered the free bullet from the gun in a single well practiced motion of her hand before dropping it to her feet. She kicked it over to Sam who'd freed himself from her knife.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded.

The girl retorted angrily, "Seriously? You two bone heads were tracking me. Maybe you should go first."

"I don't have time for this bull. Who the hell are you before I decide what you are and fill you with holes." To make sure the girl was aware he was not bluffing he cocked the gun aiming right at her chest.

She raised her hands into the air even higher. "It seems we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. How about we drop our toys and talk like civil people." To make sure Dean knew how serious she was, the girl reached behind her pulling out her remaining knife and dropped it to the ground.

"Dean…" Sam questioned walking to his brother's side. Dean fought the urge but lower his own weapon.

This time it was the girl who hesitated a moment. She swallowed hard in shock. "…Sam…" She pointed at him and then chuckled almost in a cackle. "Dean and Sam Winchester?"

"How do you know us?" Dean demanded throwing the gun back into the mix aiming it at her with ease.

"You're dad sent you here didn't he? Gave you coordinates? Let me guess they led you to October Mountain." The boys' reactions were enough to give her the answer she was looking for. The girl shook her head in disbelief. "Damn you John! Damn you."

"You still haven't told us who you are."

The girl laughed, "I wondered why you two looked so damned familiar, but I couldn't place it. John Winchester's boys…" She looked at both of them up and down, her smile broadening with every glance. "Who the hell would've thought?"

"I still have a gun pointed at you," Dean reminded casually.

"Trust me, not forgetting. My name is Alexis Fields."

This time Sam answered. "Wait… Are you related to a Lex Fields?"

"You could say that."

Dean considered her a moment never wavering his aim on her. "Is he your dad or something because that would explain a few questions I have..."

The girl lowered her head. "No, my dad died when I was five." She reached out her hand. "My name is Alexis Fields, but my friends call me Lex."

Dean laughed in disbelief dropping his aim, "there's no way you're Lex sweetheart. My dad's first mentioned Lex about five years ago which would've made you like twelve."

Lex smiled, "Sixteen and if I recall correctly that was the first time John took you on a hunt," she said glaring at him with her vivid green eyes.

Sam and Dean exchanged cautious yet shocked glances. "How do we know you aren't some demon reading our minds and telling us what you think we want to hear?"

Before Lex was able to come out with a clever answer, Sam unscrewed a small flask he carried on his person for times like this and threw its contents upon her. Both men waited for something to happen. They both were hoping for a much more reactive action. But Lex merely glared at them and wiped the water from her face. "I'm so glad I'm not wearing white or this would be really awkward right now." Lex continued to glare at them both. "Are you finished?"

"For now." Dean muttered slipping his gun into his back belt loop. "So you know our dad?"

"Yes. Look, it's great to finally meet you two but now I think its time you leave town. I asked your dad for advice not help and I make an awful babysitter."

"We're not leaving," Sam interjected taking an extremely firm stand in front of her.

Dean grabbed Lex's arm as she turned to walk away from them. "Our dad sent us here for a reason and we plan to follow it through."

Lex gave out a sigh. She's had this argument so many with their father except usually the tables were turned. Normally she would be arguing with John begging him to allow her to go on a hunt with him. She wanted to fight alongside him fighting against the unnatural. "The closest motel is about ten miles out of town. There are a few inns and BnB's in the area but they are pretty expensive. You two are welcome to stay with my brother and I. I'll even throw in two warm beds and a home cooked meal. Of course there is a catch."

Sam and Dean glanced at one another both unsure of her offer and yet both excited for the idea of staying in a real bed and the enticing offer of a real dinner. It was something they both couldn't pass up. Yet both men still remained leery of the girl. "Which would be?" Dean questioned.

"This is my hunt. I learned Hardt was missing so I'll be calling the shots on this hunt." Deep down there was more to her request, but it was not something she was willing to indulge to the Winchester boys. Not just yet, and since the only thing John gave them was coordinates, he didn't tell them everything.

"Deal." Sam answered without even looking at Dean for approval. He could handle playing second fiddle if it meant he could have a restful night's sleep in his own room and a real meal, home cooked. He caught the wary eyes of Dean but ignored them.

Lex turned to Dean waiting for him to agree as well. Dean did his him and haw but he too conceded to her demands. Lex climbed up the destroyed wall to grab her bag of supplies. "You're driving. I walked into town." Before either brother could retaliate, the girl was already moving down the street back to the Impala.