A/N: Okay so you all probably have a lot of questions, and the answer is, this is an A/U It will be different from the actual series but have a lot of the same elements, I am sure that as it goes on you will start to understand.

Warnings: Gore, Slash, M/Preg, mentions of non-con, Foul language, and anything else you normally associate with supernatural. (did I mention angst? Lots and lots of angst!)

Disclaimer: All characters except for Izel belong to Ker Pike and I take no claim to them and am not receiving ANY profit from this. Plus if I owned this they probably wouldn't be able to show it on air…XD

Pairings: Mentions Dean/Cas, Sam/OMC, Possible Dean/OMC/Sam


Dean huffed as he leaned against the wall of the only bar in town. It was small and dank and only had one kind of drink that could probably kill you, yet here he was, leaning against the wall and watching his little brother work his magic. Dean huffed again and watched the man Sam was sitting across from laugh and continue on with what he was saying. Dean watched Sam move as he stood, thanking the man and then walking over to him. Dean pushed off the wall and sighed lightly when Sam reached him.

"Did you find anything out?" Sam shook his head yes and pointed to one of the back tables.

"Let's go back there to talk about this, I am pretty sure that if that man hears me repeating what he said, ill die in my sleep from a slit throat" Sam chuckled and dean just sighed again –he seemed to be doing that a lot, at least it was better then yelling at Sammy-. Slowly the two brothers found there way to the back of the bar and Sam sat down and Dean sat across from him, looking expectantly into his siblings eyes.

"So Sammy, What did you find out about this dingy little town?" Sam chuckled at the disdain lacing around Deans words. Honestly his brother could be such a child, and he was the oldest!

"Alright, hears the deal, This little town that you seem to hate so much is a frequent bypass for slave traders. They come through here every two or three weeks with new slave's and when we had arrived they had just left.' Dean nodded as Sam relayed the information to him "You see, here is the thing, these slave traders deal with all different kinds of creatures, some just mutated house pets and other…Well let's just say that there of the more, unfriendly, type." Dean physically bristled as Sam spoke.

"You mean these slave traders are dealing in supernatural creatures? Dammnit Sammy! This was supposed to be simple! Me just satisfying your desire to help a damsel in distress!" Dean huffed, and ran a calloused hand through his short hair. Sam huffed slightly and looked away his bitch-face starting to make its way into the world.

"Dean this isn't some whimsical adventure, I was told by SOMETHING that I had to stay and so I did, now I'm trying to figure out what the hell he wants me to do and who the hell this person was. Or you know, I could just LEAVE and possibly be KILLED buy whatever it was that entered my dreams and burned my shoulder, because yeah, that seems like SUCH a good idea" Sam by this point was in full on Bitch face mode.

"My god Sam! Alright! We'll stay, but not to much longer! We have a job to do, people to save and monsters to kill" Dean watched Sam open his mouth to protest and he stood up "Five more days Sam, Five more day's then were gone, if you cant figure this thing out by then, well I guess your Shit out of luck because I am NOT staying here for another week, let alone three!"

Dean watched Sam shift in his seat, obviously wishing to fight back but knowing that his big brother was right and he just had to deal with it. Sam finally sighed and set to his resolve, Dean wasn't going to budge, but at least he gave Sam some time.

"Alright Dean, five more days, and if I find what im looking for, then we can leave even sooner, so how about helping me with this?"

Dean sighed and sat back down, he leaned back in the chair and sprawled his legs rather lazily underneath the table. Sam rolled his eyes and rested his hands on the table, both clenched together in an attempt to keep relatively still.

"So, as I was saying, this is how things go down with the Slave traders. They come every three weeks, they cart the humans in first and then, later, they cart in the others." Sam looked down in thought.

"From what I could tell the other creatures are carted in up to two days later." Sam shifted and leaned back, his eyes still glued to the table. He was thinking over everything that the other man had said and while Dean waited for Sam to speak he realized –just a little- how devoted Sam was to this.

"From what I could tell, the most human looking creatures are at the front, brought in two or three hours before the other ones, I have a feeling, that I will find what im looking for in one of those, but I know it will be quite a task just to get the slavers to stop, from what I learned it is very rare for them to sell while passing through this town."

Dean stared at Sam as he spoke "You found all that out from one guy?"

Sam chuckled and shook his head "Of course not, I've been looking into this information ever since I had that dream, and before you start yelling, I was careful about it" Dean glared at Sam and crossed his arms.

"I don't care Sam, you NEVER do these things alone!"

"I know dean but I need to find out more-" Dean gave Sam a sharp look and he instantly silenced "Alright Dean I won't do it again."

Dean nodded and got back up "I am going back to the room Sam, I think ive had enough with the investigating…When your done come back, but I don't want to hear any bitching if you cant find anything." Dean turned to leave and waved over his shoulder.

Sam knew he was in trouble now, he had gone behind Deans back and now big brother was pissed, which was why he was leaving now and telling Sam to do exactly what he just told him NOT to. Sam huffed and his lips pressed into a flat line of frustration. Sam shoved his hands into his jacket and leaned back in his chair. He knew he should probably forget about investigating now that he was on Dean's shit list but he knew he had to keep going. The youngest Winchester Stood and made his way back over to the bar and sat down, getting right back to work.


Sam sighed as he slunk his way back into the room him and Dean shared. Sam didn't even bother to take a look around before he collapsed on his bed, Head starting to ach and mind still reeling from all the information he had received. The brunette could hear the shower going from where he laid on his bed. Sam looked to the door and then back at the stained ceiling of the grungy little room.

How had him and his brother ended up like this, the day's and nights spent hunting something that shouldn't exist, weird dreams never ending nightmares. Sam glared up at the ceiling, hadn't it all started with a ceiling? With a monster and his mother that he never got to know? Why though, out of all the time's he had laid in this same position on hundreds of other beds, did he think of this now, Why in the world did he ponder his life, when he was supposed to be searching for something, No, someone? Sam groaned and glared at the damn ceiling, wishing it would just go away and he could look up at blue skies that he has heard so much about.

He didn't want this anymore, to have to search for something from a dream he hadn't wanted to have. To hunt things that were only trying to live. Sam sighed and sat up, he needed to slow down, he needed to calm his thoughts. He always got stuck on pointless things he couldn't change. Sam took a few deep breaths and rid himself of the unimportant thoughts, filed them away for a later date. He looked to the door as the water shut off and then back down at his hands, which were now clenched tightly together.

Dean stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his hips, water still dripping over his chest. Sam looked up and caught the brunt force of Dean. Sam had to admit his brother was good looking, but as he stood where he was, soaking wet and skin slightly flushed from just showering, Sam couldn't help but think that he looked like a god. Sam quickly looked away and stared down at his hands which were clenched even tighter. Luckily Dean was oblivious to the thoughts going through Sams head.

Dean moved over to his duffle and looked at Sam "Found out more information Sam?" Sam mentally winced, he was still in trouble. The brunette nodded and he heard Dean open his duffle a little bit more forcefully then need be. Sam sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. His head ach was only getting worse.

"Do you even want to know what I found out or are you still pissed that I actually found something out?" Sam bit out the words, he instantly regretted it when he looked up and Dean was glareing daggers at him. He had just dug himself a deeper hole, he just hoped it wasn't somewhere no one could find his body, because dean looked ready to kill.

"You know DAMN well why I am angry Sam! You knew better then to look into things alone and yet you STILL did it! I had known something was up when you would look so tired in the morning. But you would just smile and say you didn't sleep well. Not only did you go against everything we learned you lied to me!" Sam winced as Deans voiced escalated into a yell and he shook his head –which he instantly regretted-.

"You know why I did it Dean! I had to find something ou-"

"You should have waited!" Dean interrupted. Sam glared at him and stood "I would be nowhere now if I hadn't gone without you! We have been here for weeks Dean, WEEKS and you just now decided we should start looking into things!" Dean glared at Sam –he had somehow managed to get his jeans on while Sam was yelling at him and still keep the pissed off brother demeaner- and Sam glared back. Sam was the first to give, he was stubborn, but he knew that Dean was more so then himself.

Dean pulled on a shirt and Sam sighed "I already said I understood what I did was wrong Dean, and I wont do it again, but after that dream, and this mark, I had to start looking" Sam hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to will the ever escalating head ach away.

Dean sighed "Alright Sammy, Just next time tell me, I hadn't heard anything from you on wanting to start investigating so I took my time…" As dean went on with some lengthy non-apology, it hit Sam like a load of bricks and he collapsed onto the bed, his head in his hands. He groaned and Dean stopped in the middle of what he was saying.

"Hey Sam..Sam…Sammy! hey bud are you okay?" Dean rushed over to his brothers side.

Sam just hissed at the noise and the pain escalated to where he felt like his head was going to explode. Suddenly images and voices were floating through his mind. The were loud and bright and they only made the pain worse, but something in Sam scream at him to keep looking, he couldn't ignore them.

"Get up you wretch! We have a job for you!" Images of a cage and strange people came into view. The men laughed at something and same felt the feeling of frustration wash over him. Suddenly the images shifted and the picture of a boy who couldn't be older then Sam himself fell into the puzzle. The boy had long red hair, down to at least the middle of his back. His arms were chained apart and his legs were chained to the ground his head hung and then there was a loud snap.

The boy's head suddenly jolted up and fierce green eye's filled Sam's vision. The boy had soft feature and feminine curves, his hair was held back from his face in two simple braids, the rest just hanging down. "I see your awake, you know, if you would just behave we wouldn't have to chain you like this" the boy hissed and Sam flinched at the sound "Im sorry I don't feel like playing your bitch tonight, why don't you go use one of those whores you call gaurds" Sam felt the vision shift again and the picture of the boy was replaced with the same man from his dreams. Sam could swear the man was looking at him through the vision "Save him" was the last thing Sam heard before the vision ended and the pain disappeared almost instantly.

Dean looked at Sam, watching as he seemed to come out of whatever daze he had been in. Similar eye's met Deans and Sam looked him in the eyes. His face was set in a mask of confusion and determination.

"I know what I have to do Dean…."