Hey everyone! I'm here with a new story. A crossover between two of my favorite shows! Here it is! Please tell me what you think. I'd love to hear it.

Lots o' Love,

Miss Vannix.

"Hey, Seeley."

Booth looked up from his computer, his brown eyes widening slightly. Before him stood two men he thought he'd never see again. Dean Winchester and his brother, Sam.

Booth stood up from his desk, his brow curled in confusion. "How did you two get in here... Ya know what? Never mind. I don't want to know. What do you two want?" he asked.

Dean smirked, then looked down at the toes of his work boots. He looked back up, catching Booth's eyes. "Um... Our dad's on a trip and he hasn't been... Home in a few days," Dean said.

Booth chuckled slightly and dropped back into the leather office chair behind the wooden desk that separated him from the Winchesters.

"John Winchester... So he's working overtime. He'll come stumbling back in, drunk out of his mind, in his own time," Booth stated, leaning back in his chair.

Dean's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't object, knowing his friend was right. "So, are you gonna help or not, Seeley? Cause I really don't need your shit."

Booth sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked at the picture of his son on his desk, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He was the reason he'd gotten out of hunting and got a 'normal' job. It had taken a lot for him to get out of the life, and rarely any hunters managed to do so. He knew that if he went with the brothers, there was a slim chance he was ever getting out again. But, he owed it John, who'd been more mentoring than the man who had fathered him.

He shook his head and looked warily up at the two men who were more like family to him than friends. "I have a few weeks of vacation time built up. But once it's over, I'm done, you hear me?"

Dean gave a smile, and threw one back at his brother, who rolled his eyes. He then turned back to Seeley, who was beginning to shut down his computer and pack up a few things.

"I'm driving, 'cause I ain't riding in no piece of shit government issued car," Dean stated, reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket and twirling a set of car keys around his finger.

Booth sighed heavily and gave Dean a rough shove out of his office. He pushed Sam in front of him with a pat on the shoulder, asking the quiet man how he'd been, and closed the door behind him, the sound of the lock engaging echoing in his mind.

...

His dad had met John Winchester in the Marines. Both had hit it off, and kept in contact after they were discharged. Seeley remembered the call that dragged them from their home in Philadelphia to Lawrence, Kansas. Seeley was eight, his brother, Jared, barely three. John's wife had died. Or had been killed.

Their lives changed forever. John and his father hunted together, forcing their children into the life as well. Seeley could remember the late night talks with Dean as they both waited up for their fathers to return home. They would eventually stumble through the door, bruised and bloody, but breathing. After patching them up, the older men would collapse into their beds, out cold. And in the morning, they'd pack up and head for the next hunt.

Seeley remembered shielding his brother from their father when he decided that they had done something wrong. Seeley remembered hunting side by side with Dean, laughing at a corny joke the other man made about hookers and priests. Seeley remembered beating the hell out of a bully who thought Sam and Jared were easy to push around. He also remembers the beating he received afterwards, and Dean handing him a beer, and a frozen something out of the freezer because, 'Dude, you have a lump on the side of your head that looks like it's about to start talking to me.'

He remembers teaching Jared how to use a knife, and separating Jared and Sam when they'd begun to bicker. He remembers the hunt he had to carry Dean out of, the weight of a downed comrade heavy in his arms. Seeley received the beating of his life for that one. Cause, dammit, that should have been him in that hospital bed and not Dean. He remembers John pulling him by the arm off the ground and giving him a rough pat on the shoulder that made him wince slightly, and telling him that Dean was going to be fine.

He remembers the day that he graduated from high school. Jared, Dean, and Sam were the loudest people in the auditorium, their shouts and whoops still echoed in his mind. He left for college, a sports scholarship, but returned a year and a half later after a shoulder injury. He remembered shoving Sam out of the motel room after he'd told John he was going to Stanford, telling him to go live his dream, Dean smiling sadly as his baby brother waved goodbye.

It was the first time John had hit him. It was also the first time Seeley had fought back against his own father, spitting at his feet and grabbing his brother. "You bastard. I'm done, and I'm taking Jared with me. And if Dean has the half the brain I think he does, he'll leave too."

Seeley also remembered the last time he saw the oldest Winchester. It was after he found out a one night stand had gotten pregnant. He remembers the sad look in Dean's eyes as he told him to find a normal job. It was a month after Sam left for Stanford.

...

Seeley was quiet as he flipped through the one thing he thought he'd never see again; John Winchester's journal. He read through the random scrawls and things until he came across a mostly blank page with Dean's name and the coordinates 35-11 written in capital letters across the page. Blackwater Ridge, where they were currently headed for. Seeley looked up from coordinates as Sam, who had previously been asleep in the passenger seat, gasped awake and sat forward quickly. Seeley slowly closed the journal and curiously looked at the youngest Winchester.

"You okay, Sammy?" Dean asked with worry in his voice as he took his eyes off the empty two lane road and looked over at his brother.

Sam didn't say anything, just cleared his throat slightly.

" 'Nother nightmare?" Dean pressed as he returned his eyes to the road.

Seeley cocked his head as he studied the brothers he knew so well. Sam had always had nightmares. It was a regular occurrence that had him climbing up in bed with Dean almost every night.

Sam shook his head as he turned to look out the window at the green blur of passing trees. "I'm fine, Dean," he said with a quiet finality.

It was quiet for a moment, and Seeley was still studying the side profile of Sam's face when Dean said something he thought he'd never hear the oldest Winchester say.

"You wanna drive for a while?" he asked casually.

Seeley couldn't help the laugh that slipped between his lips and bubbled out to fill the quiet cab. Dean flicked his eyes back towards him, green eyes narrowed.

"Nobody asked you, you sonuvabitch," Dean growled at the smiling agent.

"Dean, as long as you've been alive, you've never asked that question." Sam got out around his laugh.

"Shuddup," he muttered as he flipped the radio on, Foreigner's Hot Blooded pouring out of the speakers.

Seeley smiled more as he began to easily sing along with his favorite song, the words rolling effortlessly off his tongue. Ignoring Dean's look, he went back to John's journal, quickly opening it to the page he was last on, then flipping to the next, knowing what he'd see. Blank pages. John never finished writing in the journal before he left it behind for his boys. Seeley flipped back to the front of the worn leather backed journal, where John's personal entries began and ended after five pages.

"Where are we?" Sam asked nobody in particular, eyes glued to the map.

"Just past Grand Junction," Seeley said without looking up. He could feel their eyes boring into him as Dean muttered something he couldn't quite catch. Something about being a showoff.

The rustling of a map was heard as Sam traced their route along the paper. "Why is dad sending us to the middle of nowhere?"

Seeley looked up and caught Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror. That was a good question.