I am in the process of rewriting and re-editing this story. Please forgive my spelling mistakes as I am using open office and we all know how annoying that can be.

This story will be mainly about my character and Sam. They are not a couple in this story. In fact, it'll be more than likely that Dean and Charlie get together. I'm going to say anything goes in the story. I am manipulating certain events to fit my needs. I am probably going to add the angels in, but that is to be seen. When I originally started this story, they weren't part of the t.v series plot line. Since I am revamping my story, consider it open season on any of the characters that pop up in the series.

Disclaimer: As much as wish I do, I do not own the boys.

Prologue

I had been working on the case for about two years now. A case that my brother had dumped on my desk in the middle of a friday afternoon. Told me to see what I could do about it. It was an odd file. The case file detailed the life of two brothers. They were wanted for several crimes. Some more mundane then the others. Some of the more mundane crimes were unusual to say the least. The eldest was wanted for murder. Which was somewhat puzzleing as there had been a dead body that had shown up at one of the crime scenes. DNA analysis had the body identified as a direct match to Dean Winchester. Then in a rather unlikely bank robbery, he was I.D.-ed by my brother as still being alive. The case had been closed but then re-opened with the new evidence of him being still alive. Samuel Winchester was an interesting one. My brother liked to call them a regular Bonnie and Clyde. My bother was usually right, but I think there was something missing. Something no-one was quite getting.

There list of crimes were extensive. The eldest was wanted for murder, attempted murder, credit card fraud, insurance fraud, impersonation of government officials and desecrating grave sites. The younger brother was wanted for aiding and abetting a suspected murderer, credit card fraud, insurance fraud, impersonation of government officials and desecrating grave sites. They were also both wanted for numerous amounts of property damage by fire and other such minor charges.

It seemed each time that we'd get close to the brothers; they'd end up disappearing into thin air, sometimes only seconds before we arrived on scene. I couldn't understand how they could disappear so suddenly and neither could my brother, which was why he had originally assigned me to the case. In the department I had a bit of a blood-hound image. I would sink my teeth into a case and wouldn't let go. I had been forced off of cases by my superiors because of my single minded obsessiveness that I could exhibit.

My brother got tired of the screw ups by his direct subordinates and had received permission from his superiors to put me on the case. I knew his end game if no one else did. It was his way of getting me out of the way. He wanted the brothers behind bars but he didn't necessarily care who did it and if it meant keeping me busy, that was just an added bonus. Even though I was technically no longer a field agent, I would still be assigned cases. The brothers were considered a low priority case so my brother threw it my way. He knew I would get curious and find out everything I could. It would also mean that I was out of his way when it came to some of the department politics. A game I refused to play.

I had once been a damn good field agent, according to all my medical records I was no longer cleared for active field duty. I was perfectly capable of doing the work, I just liked having people underestimate me. My brother knew that I wasn't as 'inactive' as I lead everyone, including my superiors to believe. It suited my goals just fine to be shunted to the shadows.

Two years ago, right before my brother handed me the Winchester case, I was seriously injured on assignment. I was shot in the leg, which would have been a somewhat minor injury if I hadn't have also been stabbed in the back as well. The stab wound had severly damaged my nerved, which cause a minor loss of mobility after I healed and went through the require physical theraphy. The gun shot wound cause a permament limp. I passed most of the physical exams that allowed be the retain a 'mostly' active status. In other words, I could be assigned cases, but I always had to work with a senior field agent. Most of the time that senior field agent was my brother.

He probably assigned me more cases than any one else would have, but he knew I could handle it, after all he'd been the one to shot me in the leg to take down that bastard that had stabbed me in the back. He may not have liked me as much as he should have by being blood relations, but he had personally overseen my physical theraphy and knew most of what I was capable of out in the field. Though since I was not on full active status, I had to rely on my other skills to retain my position in the FBI.

I was a hacker and a profiler. I created and routinely checked the security system for my branch. I was one of three people capable of hacking my system. One hacker was in jail for hacking my system and the other I hadn't caught yet, but was fairly sure I knew exactly who he was. Lately someone had been trying to hack through my firewalls and it was starting to piss me off. He hadn't breached the system yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time. I mostly acted as department profiler. I took pride in the fact that I was very good at my job and it was a blow to my ego that I could't completely figure out the brothers. I had to constantly change my private profile of them. Yes I did keep a few secrets from my superiors, some of my profile was a bit odd, even for a case such as theirs.

There was something that bothered me about the brothers. It was my job to get into the heads of the brothers and try to understand what they were doing. What I had found was a contradiction in terms and that was what both bothered, irritated and intrigued me.

The elder bother, Dean Winchester, was a predator, yet at the same time he was a protector. He would do anything and I mean anything for his brother, something we had found out from interviews we'd conducted at the various hospitals, hotels and other locations we'd found traces of them. I couldn't understand why he killed those girls in St. Louis. Nothing in his personality said that he would raise a hand against women. He was charismatic and respectful of women. Yet he was still undeniably a womanizer. He was also a hunter, a seasoned hunter and I hadn't yet figured out who or what he was hunting. Something was driving him. In Dean's case I could understand the credit card scams and the insurance frauds, it was how he was raised. I'd found that in the last couple of years since I'd been on the case, trouble followed the boys like a moth to the flame. Both of them were hunters and were hunting something, I had yet to tell the bureau of this morsel of information. If I couldn't explain it to myself than how the hell was I suppose to explain it to my superiors. There was also someone that seemed to be hunting them, afterall how else would you explain the trouble that followed them.

Now, the younger brother, Samuel Winchester, had me going stir crazy trying to figure him out. I didn't understand him at all. Nothing about him made any sense to me. From the information I had gathered about him, I could understand that some kind of revenge or vengeance was driving him. I'd hacked into his school records and found that he'd left school shortly after his girlfriend had died in a freak electrical fire. A fire that was eerily similar to the way his mother had died when he was six months old. Witnesses had claimed that a man in dark clothing had dragged Samuel out of the apartment that he and his girlfriend had shared. I believed that it was Dean who'd been there that night.

Besides hacking into his files for information on that night, I'd found a few other startling facts. Samuel Winchester was incredibly intelligent. He'd been at the top of his class and had received a full ride scholar ship into Stanford Law (ironic really with all the trouble his family was always in). The school had already given him the scholarship and had set an interview for technical purposes. I was pretty damn sure he was my hacker that had been giving me heacaches the last couple of weeks. Little bastard.

However everything changed on October 31st, his brother had shown up and from what I'd gathered from interviewing his friends, he went missing and wasn't seen again. His friends said that Jessica Moore had known where Samuel had gone and when he'd returned on November 2nd the fire took his girl friend's life.

Samuel was seemed to be the most level headed criminal that I'd ever had to profile, yet he covered for his brother. Even though Dean was his brother, there was undeniable proof that he was a murderer and Samuel didn't seem the type to go around protecting murderers, family or not.

The father, Jonathon Winchester, was a mystery. Reports of his death had come in, oddly enough through an untraceable email that I believe was sent by Samuel, as far as anyone could tell, they were true. However there was no body, it was either burned or dumped in an untraceable location, I believed he was cremated. After his wife had died, it was documented that he went a little crazy. Child services had been called, but he'd disappeared before they'd gotten there. He had dropped off the radar for several years. It wasn't until Dean was about eight years old that they'd showed back up on paper. Again child services had been called because the boy had looked abused and again they'd disappeared. The nurse that had taken care of the boys, wrote in their file that other than the obvious bruising and broken arm that Dean had, the boy had shown no signs of an abused child, neither had young Samuel. Like his sons, he was or had been wanted for several crimes.

Unfortunately I wouldn't be allowed to continue the investigation that I had started two years ago. My brother had taken all my official documents yesterday on orders from his superiors. I was rather pissed off at them. I considered it a slight to my skills. I was finally getting somewhere and they were pullling the plug on my investigation and giving it to my brother? Call it sibling rivarly if you wanted, it still pissed me off. After the back robbery where they had held several hostages and my brother had been called in to be negotiator as I had been sitting in an interogation room attempting to profiler a serial rapist, the agency felt it would be better if my brother took the reins once again. It didn't help that every witness refused to testify against the brothers when they were caught. They were warned that they would be handed a supena and be forced to testify in open court, some of the answers to that had varied in language, but essentially they told the agency to stuff it. Even though I had been removed from the case, I was still doing my own digging. I was sure my brother knew about it, but he must have approved otherwise he would have tied me down to my desk and swamped me with a ton of paperwork. He'd done it before and was not opposed to using such methods again.

With the reassigning of my case I was being forced to take a sabbatical. The agency wanted me out of the way while my temper was in danger of exploding. As I metioned earlier, I did have a bit of a repitation around the office.

Since I'd been with the agency for roughly ten years, I was allowed to take a three week vacation. They were calling it a leave of absence, I was calling it being forced to sit in the corner like a naughty school girl. I could have argued, but there would have been no point, that and I risked the fact that they could remove my partially active status. If they did that I would quit. I hated paperwork. It made me shudder to think of the mounds of it that awaited me when I was allowed back. I knew that my filing system would have to be completely redone and eveything my assitant did would have to redone. There was a reason I hadn't taken a vacation in ten years, everything was fucked up when you got back.

Since I was being forced to leave I was going to my best friend's house in upstate New York. It was time for a vacation and I hadn't seen Kaddy in about five years. We'd grown up together and were like sisters. We had a closer relationship than I had with my own brother.

So this is were my story truly begins: the day I was shot and almost killed, to be saved by two of the most wanted men in the United States and then have my entire life turned upside down by two brothers who would do more than just save my life from a gun shot wound.