Chapter 2

"So Alexander, you don't look like an Alexander, 494."

"So shorten it. It's common for ordinaries to change or shorten their name when it suits them, Autumn," 494 told her, trying out her new name as they made their way up the driveway to Singer's Auto. Manticore had informed them that one Robert Singer would be the transgenics best lead on Dean and Samuel Winchester.

"Do you like Xander?" she asked him, her serious tone was ruined by the smirk on her face.

"Keep trying."

"We could call you Al, Alex, AD, Alec, Dean..."

"Alec is fine or Alex. You decide, because it isn't me that has to remember to scream it," he told her.

"Screw you," she said, pushing him in the shoulder.

"That's what got us in this mess to begin with," he smirked as they reached the run down house at the top of the hill.

Reaching up to knock, Alec didn't expect to see a shotgun pointed at his face the second the door opened. "Whoa," Alec said, pushing Autumn behind him and holding his hands up to show the man that he was unarmed. Alec knew he could easily disarm the man, but he was supposed to be playing an ordinary kid looking for his biological father. "I'm looking for Robert Singer. Someone told me he could help me find my Dad."

"And who told you that boy?"

"My mom died when I was 6 months old, and inside her belongings was a handwritten note that if something ever happened to her, I was to be delivered to one Robert Singer and he'd call John Winchester. They didn't. I was put into foster care until I turned 18 and my foster mother just found a box of my stuff in her attic. I'm hoping Mr. Singer can help me find my family and tell who this John Winchester is to me."

Lowering the weapon, Bobby looked at the two teenagers on his front porch. There was no mistaking the boy looked like Dean. "What's your name son?"

"Alexander Dean Winchester."

Alec and Autumn found themselves sitting at a kitchen table as Bobby handed them as glass of water and laid a knife down on the table. "Before I make any phone calls, you two are gonna drink that and then we're gonna check you for any silver allergies. If you got a problem with that you can get out now."

Autumn looked at Alec and shrugging, grabbed the glass. Her body was immune to most biological agents, including poison, but a normal girl would ask, so she asked, "What is it?"

"Holy water," Bobby told her.

Their briefing had warned them that they were heading into the land of fantasy, but this was ridiculous. If even half the information stuffed into the notebook in her pack was any indication, Bobby was trying to determine if they were possessed or a shifter. She supposed this was common in this line of work, but still she was a genetically engineered soldier not some fucking demon. "I'm not possessed," she told him.

"Prove it."

Rolling their eyes, they both grabbed the water and drank it. When Alec put the glass of water down, he stretched his arm out. "Give me the knife. I'm not letting you cut my female; I'll do it."

Bobby didn't know what to believe anymore in this life. These kids had passed every test he could throw at them. Dean was going to freak if this kid really was his son, but Bobby knew better than almost anyone that Dean had sown enough wild oats for it to be possible. But if John had known about the boy, why hadn't he told anyone, unless he felt the boy was better off with his mother and never knowing his father, and Dean never knowing he'd fathered a child. Grabbing the whiskey, he poured himself a drink while waiting for Sam to answer.

"Hey Bobby. What's up?"

"Where you boys at?" Bobby asked, as he watched Alec bandaging Autumn's arm.

"Um, we're about 4 hours from your place headed in that direction," Sam told him turning down the stereo.

"Good. I need you boys to come here. I don't care what you're hunting; I'll find another hunter to go wherever you were headed. And Sam, don't tell Dean, but I think his son just showed up at my door. I just don't want the poor boy's head shot off the minute you walk in the door. I've put him through all the tests, and he ain't a demon or a shifter, an he looks like Dean did when he was 20. I think this might be true. Says his Mom died when he was 6 months old and he has a letter from your Daddy."

"So Dad knew?" Sam asked, trying to be vague enough that Dean wouldn't ask too many questions. Sam wasn't sure springing this on Dean was such a good idea, but then if he knew his brother, Dean probably wouldn't go to Bobby's if he knew the real reason they needed to stop.

"I'm tellin you Sam, I think this is real. I saw the letter and its John's handwritting and the boys got a birth certificate listing his Father as one Dean Johnathan Winchester. He was born in 97, January 31. Names Alexander Dean Winchester."

"Ok Bobby. I'll do some digging while we're on our way. Who's the mother and where was he born?"

"Bethany Elizabeth Thomas, born in Casper, Wyoming."

"Wasn't that where Dad hunted that Cu Sith? Yeah, I was like 13, and it took like 4 months for him to track the damn thing down. I loved it, cuz I got to stay in the same school for more than a few weeks."

"Well that would have put Dean at the right age then; he would've been 17 then, and then give 9 months and poof you've got a kid at 18."

"Damn,"Sam tells Bobby as he grabs his laptop off the backseat. "I'll start digging, and we'll be there in a few hours."

"That Bobby?" Dean asks after Sam was done on the phone.

"Yeah, he needs us to stop at his place. Says he has something to show us."

"So what was with the trip down memory lane?"

"What?" Sam asks, looking up from the computer.

"The Cu Sith, school. What's up?"

"He needs me to look into something that has to do with Casper, Wyoming. Brought up memories."

"Casper, huh. Did I ever tell you about the cheerleader I dated while we were in Casper. Man she was hot and she could put her feet..."

"Bethany?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Bethany Thomas died July 1, 1997. House caught fire and fire department ruled it an electrical fire. Both Bethany and her mother perished in the fire. Her father managed to get his grandson out of the house but died from his injuries three days later. Baby was placed in foster care until his father could be located," Sam said, skipping down through the newspaper article.

"Let me guess, six months old?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam sighed. If this was true then his nephew was like him and the Winchester curse had claimed more victims.

"Bobby got a lead on the kid?"

"Yeah, he's sitting at his kitchen table."