Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural and I will never claim too.

Enjoy the story; by the way the story will be AU. Love the show but I had this plot bunny that's been eating me the last couple of days so…

Prologue

I could remember the screams. My brother was screaming and trying to deny what was right in front of him. It was like I was blinded to the world for the first time I could remember. I could see and feel nothing; all I could hear were the sounds of the screams.

I think that was the first thing I ever heard when I was born, my mother's scream of joyous pain when she had me and then it was I who was screaming at being wrenched front my mother's comfort.

Something that still haunts me to this day is the terrified last scream of my mother as the Demon destroyed he body and tried to take her soul. He couldn't though; we wouldn't find out until many years later that she stayed in the house to protect those under her roof. She was a protector even in death. It was one of the best things I could remember about her.

I never told my brother that I remembered that night, even when we were younger and he was my hero. The one I looked up to. Instead of my mother or father, it was my brother who I ran too when I got hurt or received a good grade on a test. It was my brother who took care of me when I got sick and it was my brother who helped through my adolescence years. Of course he got his revenge as only an older brother could, but he was my hero.

We finally found the bastard that destroyed our lives. We took care of his children first. I had found an exorcism that would not only send their sorry asses back to hell but made sure they stayed there, in some cases it actually destroyed the demons. Unfortunately that only served to piss the Demon off even further.

It was one hell of a fight. We had finally subdued the bastard and I let down my guard. I knew better but I couldn't help it, I finally felt free. I wasn't though. The moment I let down my guard he struck. The bastard had been waiting on a mistake and I made it. With all the strength he had left over, he flung me away and I hit the side of the old warehouse we were in and hit it hard. It was like falling from a helicopter a hundred feet over an ocean. I lost sensation throughout my body instantly and I knew I was dying. That was when my brother's scream of denial tore through the air.

I was trying to tell him to finish it while the demon was down, but I couldn't seem to move my mouth. I couldn't seem to do anything. I wasn't able to use my 'great powers', the whole reason that the demon had been after me.

Once I had just been a reluctant hunter, then I was a college boy and then I was a hunter for revenge. A little over a year later I become the hunted. A game had been set and we had just been placed in check and it was one move away from check mate.

Missouri had warned us, and we didn't listen. I knew I wasn't ready and neither was Dean, now though it was too late. I made a move too soon and my brother and I were about to pay the price.