A/n- So here's the first chapter. Um, not alot else to say. I'm introducing an Oc, which I'm a bit nervous about and tring very hard not to make a Gary Stu as he's kinda important to the story.

Disclaimer: All Characters and episode ideas belong to their creator Eric Kipke, his co-writers and CW television. I make no profit from this fictional work.

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Because I cannot hope to turn again, concequently I rejoice, having to construct something upon which to rejoice, and prey to God to have mercy upon us, and prey that I may forget, these matters with myself I too much discuss ..

Ash-Wednesday (I) T..

Chapter Two.

James Miller pressed his foot down hard on the acceleration pedal, as he speed down the dark highway. He knew he was asking too much, the impala was a wonderful car but she was getting to be quite old. He should slow down and give the engine time to warm up before he tried 180 miles an hour, but for once he could not bring himself to care.

Sam was coming home.

He'd been gone six months now and James had not known what to do, where to find him, where to even start. One day he'd been there, the solid dependable thing he was in James' life and the next he'd simply disappeared.

But it didn't matter where Sam had been, or why he'd been missing so long. It didn't matter what condition Sam would be in when he made it back- because there was no way, Sam would have left him so long without a dam good reason.

It only mattered that he was coming, that James wouldn't be alone anymore.

Bobby would have told him to be wary, to look at the facts, that nothing came for nothing. James would have said the same had it been any other situation, but as it was he angrily ignored the loud voice of cynicism in his head, repeated the event to himself over and over.

Sam was coming back, dammit .

So yes, Bobby would no doubt be sceptical, suspicious but Bobby's was the place he had to go, the place he knew Sam would head for now he was able. The place, the only place the two had considered home since James had lost Mississippi, normalcy and a soft smile. Since Sam had lost….

Well everything.

He was an hour away, slightly sore from the simple salt and burn which of course had not been at all simple. That was another one of Sam's phrases, it's always the easy jobs which bite you in the…'

His thoughts cut off abruptly, his foot crashing down on the break. He barely stopped in time, and when stationed he could no longer see it over the bonnet. For one sickening moment, he'd thought he'd hit….

But once he'd jumped out of the car and scrambled around the front he saw he'd done it, barely half a foot out. That he'd managed to avoid disaster.

Now he just had to figure out why there was a bloody, naked man lying in the middle of the highway.

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Bobby Singer had been enjoying a quiet beer of an evening, lazily looking over the notes on an apparent Wendigo attack in North Carolina. He was expecting James home within the next few days, after all how long could a simple salt and burn take? Then the two of them could make the trip down, to the small town of Luxemburg for the job.

He was possible being too hard on the kid, Bobby thought to himself in chagrin. After all he was only sixteen, and he did a dam fine job for someone so young and inexperienced. Especially since he didn't like to hunt with others, not since Sam had gone.

It was hard to remember sometimes, that James had only been hunting a year, had only known about the supernatural for four. The kid was a natural if eve he saw one, but Bobby did worry, more than was probably healthy for him at his age, when the boy went off on solo hunt after hunt, that look of apathy on his face that was far too familiar.

Bobby remembered the arrival of James Millar. It had been about six months after Dean had been taken from them and Bobby had begun to truly fear for the last remaining Winchester.

Sam had thrown himself into hunting with a figure that Bobby hadn't realised possible before then. He had hurtled from one job to the next barely keeping in contact with the older man, which had been disturbing and somewhat terrifying. Sam was getting more creatures than ever, but he was doing so with such a lack of care to his own safety.

And then he'd gone on the job in Mississippi, and didn't check in with Bobby for three weeks, until he was about to drive across-country to find the kid, at which point he'd turned up on Bobby's door at three in the morning with a bleeding scalp and a twelve year old James at one arm.

When he'd first turned up, James had been the quietest boy Bobby had ever come across. Later he'd found out about the death of his mother and chalked it up to grief. He was proven right when, as the months progressed James had emerged as an incredibly bright, inquisitive kid, with a temper to rival a….well a Winchester.

Bobby had been suspicious of that at first, at the randomness of the previously nearly cationic Sam turning up suddenly, with a young boy. At the strange resemblance between the two. He'd even gone so far once to accuse Sam of James being his illegitimate son.

Sam had laughed and pointed out that for that to be true he would have had to conceive him at twelve, and Bobby remember Sam at that age?

"Listen Bobby." Sam had told him then "His mom, was…an old friend, one that knew our line of work, I meet her on the job and she was sick, dying actually and there was no one else. She didn't have many close friends and her family…well their deaths was kind of the reason we meet in the first place. She asked me to take care of him. She died. We came here. That's it, no mysteries and not my love child, Bobby, I promise."

Bobby, who did remember Sam at twelve, in all his geeky glory had blushed at that, and let the matter drop. There was still more to it he was sure, because what sort of woman, dying or not gave away her son to a man she had not seen in thirteen years.

But whether James was a Winchester or not, hardly mattered. All that mattered was that he'd brought Sam back from whatever that dark and dangerous place was he'd gone when his brother had died. He'd given Sam back a purpose.

So for the next two years Sam and James had lived with Bobby, James going to school in the local town, while Sam had hunted during the weeks and returned for the weekends. This easy complacency had continued until James was fourteen and the arguments over whether James was old enough to hunt had arisen.

Sam had not wanted him to, had tried to shelter the boy from it for as long as possible, while still protecting him from the things that went bump in the night. Bobby was in no doubt this was because of his own childhood spent at the barrel of a gun.

Lord knew he'd argued with John enough times about the effect of that on his boys, and he'd had to respect that Sam (who was almost as obsessed with getting Dean back as John had been with revenging Mary) had done his darndest to give James a chance at innocence and be a better father figure than his own had been.

But Bobby could also see the hunter's itch with the young James, the desire and the fear in his eyes every time he'd watched Sam leave for the week. The arguments had grown fiercer and fiercer and Bobby had been left to marvel at how much like John Sam always ended up being, even when doing his exact opposite.

Eventually he'd told Sam frankly that if he didn't start letting James come that the boy was going to sneak out on his own. Sam had gotten a bit upset at that idea, and he and Bobby had had a very small argument. The next week however, Sam had changed the day he left to a Saturday and taken the delighted James with him.

They'd stuck to simple salt and burns at first, gradually building up as James had learnt the Trade. Only working on non school days much to the kid's frustration because Sam refused to compromise his education. over all though they had settled back into that easiness their relationship had possessed before.

An easy one but a deep one, so that Bobby began to realise, perhaps for the first time, what exactly it was that John had lost ( or rather not lost but possibly never gained.) by being the father he had been. By never knowing the sometimes there needed to be a little give.

And then Sam had disappeared out of the blue. No note or explanation, not taking the impala or even his duffle bag from the motel room where he and James had been staying. Sam had disappeared and James had inherited his strange and emotionless face from the time he'd lost Dean.

And Bobby had felt far too old and alone for it all.

The situation was different this time. James was much younger that Sam had been and Bobby was able to insist that he return between hunts. He also didn't have the terrible guilt that Sam had experienced when Dean's deal had been claimed.

Only the same loss and the emptiness and seemingly the same desperate desire to get as far way from it as possible.

Bobby was brought sharply from his memories as he heard the load sound of the impala as it roared into the yard, followed shortly by banging on his door and James' fearful cry of "Bobby!"

He scrambled from his seat, making his way swiftly for the door. James was leaning in the entrance way, his face exhausted and an unconscious and naked? man supported on his shoulder.

"I found him on the road about an hour back." James gasped "he's bleeding and I can't tell what's wrong with him."

Bobby, who had been leaning closer in the dull light to get a better look at the man, to a hurried step back, recognition suddenly falling over him. He felt the blood draining from his cheeks, freezing in his veins.

"Bobby?" James asked, getting a look at his expression.

"Quick boy." Bobby muttered, gruffly hauling the two through the doorway. "Help me get him in the devil's trap.

James started "What? But Why?" he asked, even as he headed for the living room.

"Because it's not a real man, because it's wearing a dead man's face."

James who had reached the trap, dropped the man and turned to face Bobby. "How do you know? Who is it?" he asked surprised.

Bobby pulled James away from the unconscious figure with a dark expression.

"Dean Winchester" He replied grimly.

TBC............

Yeah, so here it is. Tell me how I did on Bobby, cause I've only read him a handful of times. And tell me what you think of James.

in other words, Review!!!