Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters but I have managed to make them into something they hunt but in a good way.
(This is part of an arc about a living doll that is killing people so each chapter will continue from the end of the one before it.)
Warning: This is based in an alternate universe where the boys are shapeshifter twins that were adopted by John and Mary after their real parents, close friends of the hunters who were killed by Gordon. They are later adopted by Bobby after the Winchesters are killed on a hunt. He does know they are shifters and has raised them as Hunters, like their adopted parents had been doing while teaching them to be good shifters and how to hide what they are from others.
No, the other hunters don't know they are shifters and they are good at acting human but are fully shapeshifters not human genetically but raised to behave as human by their parents. No, there will be no Lucifer, Michael, or vessel, or leviathan plots in this storyline just the boys hunting as Hunters and shifters.
Yes, there will be Wincest but I will keep it brief and romantic as possible. This isn't that kind of story.
Plot: They are hunting a poltergeist and Dean just has to annoy his brother.
Preview of next chapter: Boys find their lives changing even more and they adapt to it in true Winchester fashion.
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"Sammy, take left and duck. That son of a bitch is here somewhere." Dean said pulling the salt gun.
"Why are we doing this again, humor me, please?" Sam said, eyes searching for the spirit. His shifter senses screamed that it was here…and close. He could smell the ectoplasm like whiskey and smoke in the bars Dean made them frequent for these cases.
"You know why. Lee Parker asked Bobby for a favor and he sent us." Dean said, seeing the spirit and flicking his eyes over to it. Sam got the message and moved closer to the opposite wall, to get behind it.
"Why didn't he finish the hunt then? It isn't like we don't have enough problems keeping up with the damn monster marathon that has been going on lately. Remember those things, with the eyes and the weird teeth from before, Eve's creations?" Sam smirked, clearly picking on him again. Eyes followed the thing as it flitted from shadow to shadow. Their eyes catching each movement easily but pretending not to see it. The spirit was messing with them and they knew it. They also hated it.
"The Jefferson Starships?" Dean said smiling, eyes catching it moving to another corner, closer to where his brother was standing, doing a fine job of being 'bait'. It was his turn for it anyway.
"Stupid name." Sam said roughly, his disdain for the name that Dean chose for the monster in the tone.
"My discovery, my name." Dean said bickering covered their concern for each other like it always had.
"Still stupid." Sam said, his eyes slipping to where it slowly flitted closer to the brothers as they stalked it.
"Tough, Bro, you name the next one." Dean said gasping; the thing was closer to Sam now.
"So, what happened to Lee again?" Sam asked nervously, he had seen how close it was.
"The thing threw him from the third story window and he nearly broke his back. Doctors say he will be okay if he takes it easy." Dean said, eyes behind Sam, signaling it was time to spring the trap.
"Poor guy." Sam said sympathetically.
With practiced ease, Sam reached a hand out to his brother, who pulled him beside him, Sam already pulling out the iron wrench from his waistband. Dean followed suit. The ghost lunged at them, furious at being denied its prize. The ghost was suddenly stuck and unable to move. It looked around in confusion and rage.
"Sorry, Dude, that is a Samarian Ghost Trap. It will hold you still while we find your remains and take care of them." Dean grinned evilly at the murderous specter. "We won't be long." He winked and Sam snickered at the joke.
"You shouldn't taunt the things you hunt, Dean." Sam warned, that spirit was furious!
"I don't see why not." Dean grinned, and searched the bedroom drawers for a photo album then the closet. He pulled out the large red book and found it. He held the piece of hair proudly.
"It's tacky, Dean, and it just pisses them off enough so that if they get out of the traps or whatever, that they will come try to kill us, just like every time you do it." Sam said cringing, it was one of Dean's favorite activities, pissing off the supernatural to the point it tried to kill them.
"Now, Sammy, how many times have I ever done that to you?" Dean's smirk widened. He knew Sam had kept count.
"11 so far; that ghost makes 12." Sam sighed, "Burn the thing already, I'm tired and need to clean up." Sam said reaching to pull it out of Dean's hand, deciding he would do it if Dean kept stalling.
"That hurts, Sam, it wounds me." He lit the hair with his lighter and it went up fast, taking the spirit with it. "You know I would never let anyone or anything hurt you, you know that."
"I'll remind you of that the next time you do it." Sam sighed long-sufferingly. There would be a next time. It was what Dean loved to do.
"Nag, nag, nag." Dean said as they walked to the Impala.
"Yeah, right, like you don't nag me to be your damn wing man at every bar! Like you don't play on the whole sexy twin thing to get the bimbo into bed." Sam said and laughed. He really didn't mind that part. He was just needling his brother now.
"Isn't my fault chicks dig the twins' thing. It would work better if you would take them up on the offer and not act all awkward." Dean advised. Sam was uncomfortable when women tried to come on to him and he had to fight the urge to say 'Christo!' at them. It was actually funny to watch which was probably why Dean did it to him so much. Yes, Dean liked to torture his brother that way. It was one of his favorite torture methods actually.
Yes, Sammy had trust issues. Dean had to admit he did too.
All hunters had trust issues. It came with the job description, right up there with the nightmares and guilt.
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"Anita, this is my twin brother, Sam. Anita, Sam." Sam took her hand and shook it, sighing. Yes, Dean was trying to set him up with women again. At least this one looked a little smart. In fact, she reminded him of the school librarian, a lot. Sam got semi-hard at the thought. Dean noticed and chuckled.
Sam had a thing for librarians, teacher, business professionals. Dean knew this and had picked her for that reason. If it wore glasses, had a bun or something like that, was pretty, and dressed like his third grade teacher, Sam went for it. However, Dean preferred the ones that had trouble with big words and definitely wouldn't know what half the words out of either brother's mouth actually meant.
Yes, Sam and Dean had high IQ's and had graduated from Stanford, Sam was valedictorian. Dean said it was because he was such a kiss up but secretly he knew Sam had earned that honor. He had loved school. Sam thought the same about Dean, not that anyone could ever beat it out of him. Dean wouldn't have ever let him live down that sissy type of comment.
Sam sighed and moved closer to her, giving up. At least this one looked his type, Dean usually introduced him to the stupidest females on the planet. Most were drunk and too flirty, they got touchy and Sam hated that. If Dean had taken the time to search himself, he would have realized he was the same way.
"Oh, my. Twins, huh? Bet you do everything together, don't you, handsome?" The woman purred, playing with his pectoral muscles that peeked out from the top of his shirt. They were both bigger built than most humans, which made sense because they weren't really human to begin with. Sam cringed at her insinuation. The gross factor increasing steadily as she eyed them both; clearly expecting them to be just that twisted.
Sam threw Dean a look that said 'Where do you find these women? Do they follow you back from the gutter or what?' Dean's mind loved the gutter. Sam suspected his brother was buying a condo there and moving in soon.
"Why don't you come back with us and find out? I'm bringing your friend along so it could be fun." Dean winked at Sam. 'Fun' meaning a foursome which he so was not doing. Sam moved back from her and looked at Dean.
"I have to go. I have a big lecture to prepare for tomorrow." Sam lied easily, they were pretending to be a College professors' TA's tonight. The girls were coeds at a dorm near the college.
"Oh, you're a TA here?" the girl leaned closer and Sam backed up some more, trying not to be too obvious about it.
"Yes." Sam said smiling. It was a good cover story for being here.
"Wow, a smart man. I love smart men. I like to…" She then began to whisper in his ear exactly what she liked to do with smart men. Sam had to admit, she was good with her words. "Wanna let me show you?" Her hand edged to his leg and Sam moved his leg away a little, reflecting that she was definitely the touching type. He hated touching types. They were creepy.
Sam made up his mind this was not going to happen right then and there.
"So, Dean, what do you teach?" The other girl purred, biting his ear. Dean let her and enjoyed it. Sam rolled his eyes and Dean shrugged, 'Such a man-whore' rang out from that look and Dean knew it too well.
"Physics." Dean said returning the favor, turning his date on more.
Sam's date kept trying to grab at him but he kept out of reach. He wasn't interested now. She was still a bimbo, just a smarter version of one.
"I like knowing how things work, know what I mean?" Dean said grinning and leaning into her neck, "I would love to see how you work, baby." The woman moaned a little and took his hand to pull him to the door, ready for Dean to plunder, another woman to fall for that charm he just oozed without really trying.
"Coming, Sammy?" He said looking back at Sam, who did not look like he going to. Dean groaned internally as he watched the other woman pawing Sam and Sam backing up. He reflected that she had seemed so smart and his type before but now she was just…not.
"No, I have some stuff to do. I will see you in the morning." Sam said waving him off. Dean looked thoughtful now and let go of the woman he was with, going over to Sam. He looked at the ladies and asked them to wait by the door while they talked.
"What is it, Sam? I'm so sorry. She seemed like your type." Dean said apologetically, grabby chicks were such turn offs, even he had to admit it was true.
"She was. I'm just not interested right now. I'm tired from the hunt, that's all." Sam said, smiling a little now. Dean knew how to talk to him, not many did. He was good at Sam-speak.
"Where you going to be?" Dean asked. They only had one room. He wanted to know where to find Sam when he was done debauching himself.
"Here." Sam said softly, waving Dean off. "It's only midnight, plenty of time until close. Not even you need that much time."
"Don't leave, Sam. I mean it." Dean made him promise to not leave the bar. It was a new town and they only had each other for back up at the moment. They had to be careful.
"I won't. I was just going to call Dad and Lee about the case wrapping up anyway." Sam said pulling out his phone and opening it.
Dean headed back to the waiting women. The one with glasses was disappointed but more than willing to join Dean in a threesome, Sam could tell already and chuckled. He headed out the door, eyes on Sam, letting him silently know to be careful. Sam nodded and the man left pulling the women behind him. The women laughing now, pigeons ready for plucking.
Sam called Lee first and let him know the ghost was taken care of and the man said to tell Bobby thanks for the help. They promised they would. He then called their father and told him how the hunt had went.
"Where's your brother, Sam?" Bobby asked already suspecting where.
"Off with the bimbos of the day. I'm waiting here while he uses the room." Sam admitted. He actually liked the solitary thing sometimes, like now. It relaxed him.
"Sam, why don't you let him set you up with one? It's not like you're proposing to them or something." Bobby said sadly, Sam was the shy one. He liked better women than Dean who, in turn, preferred the easy to get women over the ones that actually had half a brain. He had bimbo radar and damned if that thing pinged regularly. Sam liked a smart woman but didn't expect a proposal either, just someone with some substance to her.
"I was fine with the one he picked this time until she suggested we 'did everything together' and kept touching me. Turns me off when someone does that." Sam explained. He really had liked her until she had said that. "I don't respond to that stuff." Sam sounded defeated now. "I'm never going to find anyone I like." His voice was softer now, almost crying. He was lonely.
"Yes, you will." Came a gravelly voice behind him, taking the phone from him with long tanned fingers. Dean had come back. "Don't let me hear you say that again, Bro." Sam smiled happily at his brother now.
He ruffled Sam's hair and gave him a light nudge to the shoulder, "They weren't worth the trip there, Sam. I didn't like that 'everything' remark either. You'd think that in a college town they would find better material than that."
Sam knew what he was really saying. The woman had gone too far with that remark. It had bugged Sam, so in turn, it bugged Dean. It was their way. Sam was fluent in Dean-speak, too. "I'll find you a better one on the next hunt." Dean sat beside him and, when the waitress came, he gave her a big smile and ordered shots, six of them. Three for Sam, Three for him.
"Hey, Dad." Dean said nibbling on a pretzel from the counter.
"Dean. Heard the hunt went good." Bobby said grinning, understanding what Dean was really saying, too. See, he understood Dean-speak too.
"Yeah, that trap that Sam thought up worked perfectly." He grinned proudly at Sam, who had researched and came up with the Samarian Ghost Trap idea. The lore supported it and Sam just figured out how to draw one out from the vague descriptions of it in the texts. Dean had helped figure out the symbol positioning and layout.
"You two heading home soon?" Bobby asked. Ellen was missing them.
"Yeah, tomorrow morning." Dean answered, smiling now.
Bobby sighed as he read the article and what information he had on his recent case file. It was in their area where they were now and did need urgent attention. It was even their kind of case. Damn, he was going to have to give it to them when all he really wanted was to have them home with him! The boys had been catching case after case, each weirder than the last lately. They hadn't been home since they had left last month. They missed their sons and the holidays were coming up. He hated this part of hunting.
There was some whole weird monster marathon kicking in. Every hunter was busy, and Bobby, Ellen, and Jo were being run ragged trying to keep up with the requests from hunters everywhere for research and assistance on their cases. "Maybe you better hold off on that. Got a case where you are right now that could use your attention. It's a pretty gruesome one, boys."
"Sure, Dad. Got one of those feelings again?" Sam said worried, this case had Dad wigged and that wasn't a good sign.
"Yeah, got four dead college students and some really confusing clues. It's making my Hunter's radar scream bloody murder right now." Bobby said irritably. This was one really weird case, one his sons were good at solving. It was their kind of case, to be honest.
"Email us the file and we'll get started on it right away." Dean said, taking the phone while Sam took notes on what he had just heard from their dad. "Don't forget the confusing clue part, bro. That is important." He teased the grumpy man.
"I know, Dean, not a rookie at this job, you know." Sam grumbled, and smiled at his brother, who was smirking at him now, clearly picking on him now. "Jerk."
"We'll let you know what we find." Dean promised and Bobby nodded at the phone. His sons were efficient little buggers.
"Watch each other's backs closely this time. It could come back and bite you in the ass really damn quick if you're not careful. Go pear-shaped real fast, if you get my drift." Bobby said worried now. Both boys reflected they hated it when cases went pear-shaped. It meant someone would try to kill them…again. It was a favorite activity of the Supernatural baddies they hunted. One that annoyed the crap out of the Shifter brothers.
"We will, Dad." Dean promised.
"Keep in touch, boys. Call me if you need backup. I'll come help." Bobby offered, showing his concern for them. "Love you, boys."
"Love you, too, Dad." Both boys said into the phone, making their Dad smile into his whiskey. He loved them, too. "We'll be in touch after we look at the file. Let you know our next move."
"Okay, you boys stay safe. Get home alive and in one piece or Ellen will kill me. We miss you." Bobby said smiling. Dean had come back because he knew his brother wouldn't ask him to stay there with him and hang out. Sam was too proud to say that. He would just let Dean go off with the women rather than admitting anything. Besides, he was worried about Sam and, when he worried about Sam, he got like this.
Bobby was worried about him, too.
They hung up and smiled down at the shots lining the table. Sam took the first one and slung it back, throat burning from the whiskey pouring down his throat, then waited for Dean to do it, too. They did this with all the shots and then headed home.
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The boys took a nap then downloaded the file, printing it out on their portable printer they kept with them. Well, Sam kept with them. Dean would have forgotten the thing at the first motel if he had his way. The file was vague and had barely anything to it. It was thin, really thin. Thin files were notoriously difficult to work. It meant there wasn't much information on it. These types of files were the bane of their existence and the ones they usually got stuck with.
Most of the time, they had to work them without backup, too. Which is why they probably got stuck with the cases to begin with. That's not to say they didn't get to work with other hunter's sometimes. Most hunters liked working with the boys because they were good at their jobs.
Unfortunately, being Shifters was harder to hide when working with others which explains why they usually worked them alone, or with their family as backup. They had a secret to hide, one that would get them hunted by their own friends, if they knew it.
They really hated thin files.
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