Mysteries of the Past Unfolds

A Supernatural and Multiple Crossover Story

Chapter Two

Author's Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. Eric Kirpke is the one that created the wonderful world of Supernatural. I do not own anything from Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling is the one that created the amazing world of Harry Potter. I do not own anything from Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Joss Whedon is the one that created the brilliant world of Buffy. The only thing I own is my imagination (You can't have it!) and how I make my ideas for this story come true. :)

Update: For the date of William "Bill" Harvelle, I'm going to make it to where he dies on April 15, 1986, instead of May 16th 1995. It fits for my story, and since no one really knows when he died, I'm going with John Winchester's journal entry, instead of what Jo told the boys. Since it also says in the journal that Jo was four when he died, I'm going to make her born 1982, so she's a year older than Sam and Alex, and three years younger than Dean and six years younger than Harper.

Summary: This is a new version of the story! It all began with a deal and then soon ended with the death of a mother. As John Winchester tries to overcome his sorrow and pain at the death of his wife, he begins his own mission for revenge. As the oldest, Harper Winchester is forced with the weight of protecting and watching over his three younger brothers, taking care of his father when he forgets, training to become a hunter like his father, and trying to keep his siblings oblivious to the darkness in the night.

As the second oldest, Dean Winchester learns just what the meaning of being "the middle child" really is. Dean soon discovers that perhaps he'd been fortunate to not be the oldest and deal with the pressure his father puts on his big brother. Though Dean still deals with the weight of watching his baby brothers Sam and Alex. While also trying to keep his brother from collapsing at the weight he's been forced to hold on his shoulders.

As the twins and youngest of the family, Sam and Alex Winchester have never truly wanted the life of traveling to town and cities, from hotels and motels and never really making friends. At lease they were fortunate enough to have each other, and their big brothers. They loved their family and the meaning their life gave them, but sometimes they wished for the normal life, with a backyard, a pet and a mother that took care of them.

The Winchester siblings have long since dealt with what it really means hunting Supernatural creatures, losing loved ones, dealing with their own personal problems and fighting between each other. With the job of a hunter, they discover that perhaps finding out the mysteries of their pasts isn't a very good thing after all.

Pairings: Undecided

Setting(s): Pre-Show, Season One to Present Season. This story will be AU. There may be some BTVS and HP character appearances later in the story.

Ratings: NC-17 or M at times

Warnings (Including but not limited to): Violence, Supernatural Creatures/Monsters, Strong Language, Adult Situations, Graphic Sex (Maybe), Alcohol Use, Mention/Show of Martial Abuse, Mention/Show of Child Abuse, Drug Use, Mention of Drug Use, Suicide, Rape, Nudity, Fights, etc.

Song: Dust in the Wind by the Eagles

7th November 1983

Missouri Mosley's Home

Afternoon

John Winchester leans over towards the passenger side of the black Impala. His eyes look at the Victorian home that supposedly holds a psychic; a psychic that would be able to help him find out what had brutally killed his wife. He has searched through the phone book over the last five and a half days to find a psychic that could help him. The last five have been unsuccessful. He hopes this one is the real deal. He leans back into the driver side of the care and looks over at his silent son. Harper, the former chatterbox and happy seven-year-old, is now a silent and sullen boy ever since the tragic death of his mother. "Hey Harp, help me get your brother's up," John quietly tells the child.

Harper doesn't respond verbally and only nods in understanding at his father. He opens the passenger side door and slides out of the car and leaves the door open. He waits patiently while his father pushes the front seat forward. With the seats tilted forward Harper climbs into the backseat and starts to release his baby brothers from their car seats. Harper looks over to the side and watches his father place the twin's strollers on the sidewalk. With a small sigh the dark haired boy lifts baby Alex up into his arms.

The six-month-old startles at the sudden movement before cuddling into Harper's arms. The older boy shakes his head silently and carefully gets out of the car with his brother in his arms. He bends down and straps Alexander into the stroller's seat. John kneels into the backseat of the car and tries to wake Dean up. The four-year-old remains oblivious to the gentle shaking and noises around him. John allows a soft smile to spread across his lips at the grumbling from Dean at being awoken in the middle of his nap. John glances from the corner of his eyes to see Harper strapping little Sammy into his stroller. His smiles grows a little wider at the small amused smile he can see gracing his oldest lips. It was nice to see his oldest smiling, if only a little bit.

"Come on Dean you need to wake up buddy," John says with a shade of exasperation coloring his voice. He shakes his head at the fruitlessness of his endeavor and finally lifts the child up into his arms. He leaves the front seats pushed up and only shuts and locks the car. Walking around the car he stands on the curb beside his oldest.

John feels a chaotic influx of emotions that makes him feel like he's suffocating slowly. It was an unpleasant sensation to experience. He can't recall the last time he has had a decent sleep. He turns and looks down at Harper with a frown of concern appearing at the state of his oldest child. He knows his son has the same difficulty trying to sleep. John has awoken every night since Mary's death to the sound of his son crying. He has spent those nights just holding his child, as he cries for his mother and the unfairness of it all, while trying not to cry himself. He hates seeing his children like this. He knows Dean and the twins don't fully understand what is going on, but he's had his fair share of Dean crying because he wanted Mary. He wonders how he's ever going to be able to explain what happened to her to the twin's when they get older and start asking question. Shaking his head he rubs his eyes with his free hand.

John sighs when he notices dark bags underneath the child's eyes. He'll have to find some way to get Harper to sleep better. "You got 'em Harper?" John inquires. He waits for his son's nod before the small family makes their trek to the front door.

Evening

Harper sit silently in the living room of Missouri Moseley's home. Bright green eyes scan over the room. His eyes look at the pictures hanging on the walls, bookshelves that stand on both sides of the doorways that lead into the kitchen and entrance hallway. They finally land on the young woman sitting across from his father in an arm chair. He can hear her talking to his father about what had happened to his mother. The seven-year-old blinks back tears at the thought of his mother. He gently holds his Dean who has thankfully remained asleep. "I'm so sorry John," the dark skinned woman sighs, "to lose her so ruthlessly…and left to raise your boys by yourself." A sad smile is directed at John who sits stoically on the couch beside Harper.

Harper's gaze is dragged away from the adults and towards the sound of whimpering coming from the stroller. Silently he adjusts his position on the couch so he is now sitting on the edge of the couch. He carefully adjusts his hold on Dean. "Shh…" Harper hushes softly and uses his left foot to slowly rock the stroller back and forth to keep the twins silent and asleep. He's uncomfortable in this position but he doesn't want to bother his father. It sounds like this conversation is important. Harper knows never to interrupt adults when they're speaking unless it's important.

"There isn't much I can tell you, to be truthful," The young woman begins. Her dark eyes are thoughtful as she gazes into John's. He opens his mouth to speak but is stopped when Missouri Mosley continues. "What I felt at your house..." she shakes her head, "whatever it was, it was evil and cruel… twisted," She states with a heavy sigh and a disturbed look in her eyes.

Missouri's eyes turn to look at the silent seven-year-old. She can clearly see the child's pain, sadness, and anger at what happened his mother. She can also see the power hidden in him and that is was slowly waiting to be released. "Such power…" She murmurs with a soft smile. She turns her gaze away and turns to look back at John. "Your wife, Mary had a deep dark secret that she never wanted you to know about." There's a pause when she contemplates telling him the truth. "She was a hunter and none of that animal huntin' neither." Missouri firmly replies before John can demand what she means. "She hunted the things in the dark. Every myth you know she hunted. She hunted the monsters that hide in the dark."

John Winchester sits in a frozen silence. Shock and surprise is clearly seen across his face as he stares back at the other woman. "Wha– How?" He finally utters with wide eyes. His hands roughly rub his face with disbelief. Could this be possible? Could his Mary have been killed by something out of nightmares and myths? His resolve hardens at the answer he already knows in his heart. He knows deep down that it's the truth. His Mary had been killed by one of those things that hide in the night. "What do I do? How do I find the thing that killed her?" John questions as he looks from Missouri and over to Harper. He would get his revenge for his wife and children. He'd do it for Harper and Dean who had her taken so suddenly. He'd do it for Alexander and Samuel who would never get to know her and know what a wonderful mother she was.

Missouri instinctively knew that she couldn't change John Winchesters mind. She knows that his boy's lives will be changed forever when he begins his crusade for revenge. She knows that the oldest of John's will have the weight of protecting his baby brothers, helping his father with his revenge, and caring for the man as well. "You can find Pastor Jim Murphy in Blue Earth, Minnesota. He's a Pastor at Salem Evangelical Church and he's very familiar with the Supernatural," Missouri begins. She watches John write down the name and location on a piece of paper. "A man named Caleb Orson is a hunter. He can be found in Fremont, Colorado. William Harvelle, he's also a hunter and can be found at Harvelle's Roadhouse in Nebraska. Then there's Bobby Singer who's a hunter as well. He runs Singer Salvage Yard in South Dakota."

"Thank you," John breathes out. His shoulders sag in relief at finding help. A weight had fallen on his shoulders about what had killed his wife and what she was. But with this information there were people to help him find it.

"You're welcome," Missouri says with a soft look on her features. "You just make sure you take care of those boys," She smiles at the sleeping children and Harper.

"You ready to go buddy?" John questions as he stands from the couch. He's ready to move and head towards Minnesota to get some answers. Harper gives a small nod at his father's question. He hesitates when his father bends down to take Dean from his arms. Missouri instantly notices his hesitancy and can already see the loss of the rest of his childhood. The boy has already changed. Harper slowly releases his tight hold on his brother and lets his father take him. His left foot drops to the floor and he slowly stands. He keeps the discomfort he has from being in that position to himself.

Harper grabs the stroller and follows his father out to the Impala. While he listens to what his father is saying to him, his full focus is on Dean. He watches his younger brother closely and then glances down at Sam and Alex to make sure they're still asleep too. The feeling of change settles heavily on his mind as he gets settled in the front seat after strapping Sam and Alex inside. He knew his old life was over and that a new one was going to take its' place.

Three Years Later

Los Angeles County, California

15th August 1986

A Highway

They have been driving throughout the day and partway through the night to reach a hunter by the name of Bill Harvelle for his help with a hunt. His father was too cautious to hunt with just him. From what his father has told him, hellspawns are nasty sons of ah bitches. The ten-year-old turns his eyes towards the backseat to check on his seven-year-old brother and three-year-old twin brothers. Dean was busy trying to keep his younger brothers preoccupied. The twins seemed to be in no mood to pay any attention to their big brother and were trying to see how much of a mess they could make in a short time period.

"Dudes cool it," The oldest Winchester sibling states as he turns around in his seat so he can face his baby brothers. He raises an eyebrow in amusement and dread at the mess smeared across the twin's faces, hair and hands. "What did you give them Dean?" Harper inquires with a shake of his head.

"Food," Dean replies in a "duh" tone. Harper glares at his brother and sighs with a roll of his eyes.

"I know that dumbass," The pre-teen snaps.

"Watch your mouth Harper," John orders gruffly from the driver seat. He head turns to glance at his oldest, "I don't want your brother's learning that kind of language," He states firmly. Where had his son heard that kind of language? Maybe he should keep the boy away from other hunters from now on. At least until he's a little older and can handle that kind of language. His resolve wouldn't last long he knows. John Winchester will soon forget about it when a new case of something supernatural occurring.

"Sorry sir," Harper apologizes with a frown. "But seriously Dean, what did you give them?" He demands, "Do you know how long it takes to wash them? It's gonna take me even longer tonight with the twins covered in that sh–" He stops himself from continuing at the sharp look his father gives him. At only ten Harper was already cursing, John thinks to himself. 'Mary would be so proud.' He adds sarcastically. "Stuff," Harper finishes with an innocent smile at his father. John only looks at him in amusement and shakes his head.

"They had banana and peanut butter sandwiches with ice cream as desert." Dean admits after a few moments of silence. An angelic expression appears on his face as he looks at his big brother. He notices the burgeoning anger on the other boy's face and realizes that perhaps telling the older boy what he had given the twins was not such a good idea.

"You little fuck-" Harper began furiously. In a split second he was half way over the seat to reach where Dean was sitting.

"Harper Christopher Winchester!" John shouts over his oldest son's angry threats and Dean's frightened squeaks. "What did I just tell you about cursing in front of your brothers?" John demands as he reaches out with his right hand and roughly yanks the older boy by the back of the shirt back down into his seat. The twins start crying at the loud yelling coming from their brother and father. "Hush, Alex, Sam," John soothes his youngest. They sniffle and pout as they calm down.

"I'm gonna kill that little-" Harper stops himself and takes a deep and calming breath. He knows Dean, the little shit, had given their baby brothers those sandwiches and ice cream on purpose. He's always trying to test his limits and to piss him off and make his life more difficult. He knows Dean doesn't realize what kind of weight he had on his shoulders. That he has to take care of him, their twin brothers, their father, and keep up with both hunting and school work. He's just thankful that he's nearly eleven and in the fifth grade.

"Now, you're all going to sit silently for the rest of the ride and if I so much as hear a peep from either of you, Harper, Dean, you'll get a butt kicking you don't want." John threatens in an annoyed tone of voice. The two boys know what he means by that. Their father would never abuse them physically, but spankings and hard chores were quite possible. They both slide silently down in their seats and do not talk as their father ordered. It was going to be a long drive.

10:47 P.M.

Lucky 13 Motel

Dean smiles in amusement from the doorway of the motel bathroom as Sam and Alex scream and giggle insanely while they happily play in the bathtub with each other. He nearly bursts into laughter at the exasperated expression on Harper's face. It was always a hassle to wash both of the twins at the same time, and it's even worse when they were hyped up on sugar. Dean knew his brother blamed him completely for giving the twins the banana and peanut butter sandwiches with ice cream for dessert.

"Dean I swear to God or whatever being that exists that if you even think of laughing I'm going to lock you outside for the rest of the night." Harper promises as he's splashed with a wave of water from the two younger boys. He glares playfully at Sam and Alex who smile with full sets of baby teeth. He remembers the hell that came when they both began to teeth. One baby was hard enough to deal with but two was a nightmare. It was even worse because they went hunting on top of that. During those days sleep was just a myth.

"You wouldn't!" Dean denies with a firm shake of his head. However he isn't so sure internally. He can still remember the time Harper tied him to the bedpost when he consistently pestered his big brother for some ice cream. Their father had not been happy with Harper. He had given his big brother a firm talking to but Harper had found it amusing and well worth the lecture.

"Try me." Harper challenges with a raised eyebrow. He knows he wouldn't actually do it. He knows what's in the dark while his brother don't. He blinks rapidly as yet another wave of water splashes out of the tub and onto him. He sputters and coughs as water drips down his face. He knows he most likely looks like a drowned rat. "Alright you two bath time is over." He firmly announces.

"Nooo Harper!" The twins yell in chorus. The sound of his name sounds more like Har-puh than Har-per. Identical puppy dog eyes gaze up at the older boy, silently begging for a little more time. Harper can't get over how different but similar the twins look while similar in personality. Sam has light, shaggy brown hair while Alex's hair is a darker brown but just as shaggy. While Alex has blue eyes and Sam has green eyes their skin tones are the same light tan.

Harper shakes his head and reaches for their towels. He quickly picks Sam up and wraps him with the green towel before he sets the small boy back down. He then picks up Alex and wraps him in a towel and dries him off. "Dean, watch them while I drain the bathtub," Harper orders as he sets the other boy beside his brother and turns to drain the bathtub.

Harper straightens and cracks his back from bending over the tub to wash his baby brothers. Turning around he pauses when he notices all three of his brothers are gone. "Dean!" Harper yells in annoyance as he steps out into motel's large room. He sees the two beds that are queen size and the shabby looking wooden table in front of the motel's only window. He notices the equally shabby couch placed before the table and the television sitting upon the long wooden dresser. He sees the small fridge in the corner of the room, set besides the small shelf filled with food. It was then he notices his brothers.

He watches with raised eyebrows as Sam and Alex run around the room butt naked screaming at the top of their lungs. Dean is lying on one of the beds watching the twins with amusement. He laughs as the twins continue running around.

"Yeah?" Dean questions with amusement in his hazel green eyes.

"You were..." Harper sighs with a shake of his head, "never mind." He reaches down as his brothers run past and picks up both of the little brats and hold them in his arms. Sam and Alex continue to scream and started to cry as their playtime is suddenly cut short. "Hey cool it." The raven-haired boy orders with a no-nonsense tone.

"Down. Down!" The twin's cried with pouts and tears in their eyes. "We don't want bed! We don't want dress!" They scream right into Harper's ears. He winces at the volume they have in their lungs.

"Stop being such drama queens," Harper says with a roll of his eyes. He carries the two children to their bed, which they share with Dean, and sets to changing them into their pajamas and putting them to bed.

It's nearly half an hour later before Sam and Alex are finally asleep in their beds with the pillows surrounding them so they won't fall off. It's nearly eleven at night and Harper is waiting for his father to come and take him on a hunt. Harper pauses near their father's bed and smiles softly at the sleeping form of Dean. He didn't even notice he had fallen asleep. Chuckling softly he walked over and gently lifts Dean from his uncomfortable position, half lying on the bed and half off.

Dean mumbles and groans in his sleep while curling into the pillow beside him. Harper shakes his head and pulls off his shoes, pants, shirts and tosses them onto one of the black duffel bags. He grabs the blue and black checkered pajamas. He swiftly dresses his brother into the shirt and pants. He has done this countless times since the death of their mother. Whenever Dean falls asleep still dressed in his day clothes he changes him into pajamas. The oldest Winchester sibling lifts the sheets and comforter over Dean's smaller form. Harper lovingly rubs the light brown hair and whispers a soft, "Goodnight," to the crashed out figure in the bed. Taking one last glance at the dreaming form, Harper steps back and over to his bag. He silently and efficiently readies the weapons his father has told him he would need. He goes over the other materials he's supposed to bring with them.

California

Devil's Gate Reservoir

Midnight

Nighttime hunts were always the best ones for Harper and his father. It lets them leave while his younger brothers are asleep and unlikely to get into trouble. Of course Harper still hates the idea of leaving them alone, but he has monster proofed the room to the best of his ability. It was the best he could do while his brothers were by themselves until he and his father got back. Harper snaps to attention at the sound of heavy booted footsteps he recognizes as his fathers. He adjusts the bag's strap on his shoulder and quietly walks to the door. Glancing one last time around the room to make sure it was well protected. He nodded when he saw it was and slips out of the room and locks the door behind him. He hates leaving his brothers alone while he and his father hunt but he knew they were as protected as possible. "Ready to go Harp?" John inquires with a bright gleam in his eyes. Hunting always seems to make his father happy.

"Yes sir," Harper utters with a firm nod. Together father and son make their way down the hallway and towards the black '67 Chevy Impala. In the passenger seat of the car sits another figure, one that Harper is only vaguely familiar with. He has only met him and his family three times. "Mr. Harvelle." The raven-haired pre-teen greets with a friendly nod.

"Harper." Bill Harvelle replies with surprise that he was with them. "I'm surprised to see you coming with us." He says with a raised eyebrow towards John.

"Don't start with me Bill." John warns with a shake of his head. "I don't tell you how to raise your kids so don't start tellin' me how to raise mine." His jade green eyes clearly told the other hunter that there will be hell to pay if he makes another comment about Harper with them.

"Fair enough." Bill replies with a short nod of understanding and agreement. "And it's Bill, Harper. No need for that Mr. Harvelle shit." The man says with a friendly wink and smile.

John sighs at the curse. "I really should stop havin' Harper come with me on hunts with other hunters." The man remarks dryly. Perhaps he's to blame for his oldest son's crude language.

Bill raises an eyebrow with his amusement clear in his eyes. "And why is that?" The man inquires.

John scoffs and shakes his head. "You haven't heard my boy's language." He says and begins to tap his fingers against the steering wheel. "It can be downright nasty at times." He remarks offhandedly. The Impala purrs contently down the darkened highway, driving farther away from city life and deeper towards the Devil's Gate Reservoir.

Harper leans forward and places his arms upon the front seat with his head propped up on them. "I'm not that bad." The boy denies with a shake of his head and smirk. "I just…let it slip sometimes." He states with a small shrug as he looks at Bill with amusement shining his eerily bright green eyes. "Of course I've heard worst from dad but you don't hear me telling him not to do it."

Bill chuckles at the impish attitude the boy has. It was refreshing and reminds him of his Joe. "I like you kid." The older man announces with a smirk. "You give your daddy enough grief." His electric blue eyes glimmer in the dim light from streetlights when he turns to look at the boy. He feels his heartstrings pull as he looks at the boy. For such a young child he has a weight on his shoulders that no child should be forced to carry. Bill wonders if perhaps John is raising his boy's right. Last time he saw the Winchester boys he noticed Harper taking care of his baby brothers instead of acting like a boy his age should. Bill also notices that Harper tries to keep his brothers oblivious to the life he and his father lead so they can remain as innocent as possible. It seems to have worked so far. Bill is proud of the boy's behavior, especially with how hard it must be for him to never truly know what it's like to be a child.

"I try not to," Harper replies with a shrug. "That's usually Dean's job." Brilliant green eyes sparkle with mischief and mirth. "Of course, the little brats enjoy torturing me." He sighs in exasperation.

"I don't know how you handle those boys John." Bill remarks with raised eyebrows. He could barely handle his Joseph and Joanna at times. To have to raise four boys, with only Harper helping to raise the younger ones, it must be difficult.

"I have Harper helping me." John responds in a dry tone as he glances at Bill before looking back to the road. He's anxious to get this hunt over with so he can start on the next one. With a flick of his finger John turns the left blinker on and turns onto a dirt road that leads into Devil's Gate Reservoir. The road is bumpy and uneven from potholes, bumps, and trenches.

The classic car pulls into an opening covered by trees and bushes; hiding the Impala from view. They step out of the car and walk silently through a meadow that leads to a river, a rocky cliff and a strange tunnel. "Who will be the bait?" Harper inquires. Bill shrugs carelessly and figures he might as well.

"That will be me. Yer daddy is more anxious to kill these sons of ah bitches than I am." Bill confides. Harper nods slowly and doesn't remark on it. He knows what he's supposed to do. He's not meant to ask questions. He's only supposed to help his father and Bill with their hunt.

"Let's get this hunt finished," John says gruffly as he begins a salt line around the perimeter. Harper helps his father and Bill with the salt line. Harper never realizes that he forgot to connect a small part of the salt line together, which would protect Bill from harm. He was already becoming tired from the long day he's day dealing with his younger brother's. It also doesn't help that a child of his age was still up so late when he shouldn't be. It was saying something about the oldest Winchester son that he's becoming use to lack of sleep and staying up so late.

With their job done Harper and John head towards the tree line and sink into the darkness. It was nearly one in the morning and both were beginning to fill with energy for this hunt. They both kneel and wait in silence for the sound of the hellspawn. Harper's stomach churns with anxiousness and nervousness. It's making his leg begin to bounce on its own accord. John too is eager for the hunt to begin, causing him to accidentally scuff the salt line with his foot. The two Winchester's freeze at the sight of something exiting the tunnel and nothing is stopping it.

It looks like smoke and sounds like a million flies. Bill, who is looking up at the sky, looks down just in time for the hellspawn to fly right into him. Harper and John watch in horror as Bill Harvelle starts seizing; like a condemned man in an electric chair, except there is two voices emanating from his mouth. One is the thing; the hellspawn. Harper and John rush into the clearing and raise their weapons at the thing inhabiting Bill's body.

The two Winchesters don't know what language the hellspawn is speaking but its voice is horrible. The two watch with frozen shock and horror. They watch the hellspawn inside of Bill start to tear into him apart. The hellspawn are shredding from the inside out. Blood is gushing out from the steadily growing wound in his stomach. They watch with wide eyes as Bill finally collapses onto his knees. His arms are wrapped around his stomach and holding his intestines in his hands. They listen to the man choking on blood and praying to see his Ellen, Joesph and Joanna one last time. Harper's eyes burn with pained tears as Bill looks to the two of them with wide pleading eyes. "John, Harper, shoot me, please shoot me, John, Harper." The man pleads. A man rambling for death and to see his wife and children one last time. John and Harper silently cock the hammers of their guns before pulling the triggers.

It seemed like the catastrophic hunt lasted an eternity but it was over in less than fifteen minutes. Bill Harvelle was dead. Harper is silently shaking and fighting the urge to vomit at what just occurred. His shaking is barely noticeable while he continues to stare down at the blank eyes of Bill Harvelle. Harper opens his mouth to speak but pauses and closes his mouth. There was nothing he could think of to say. He felt horrified, disgusted and disbelieving at what has just occurred. "Help me move 'em Harp." John whispers reverently in the still silence of the reservoir. Harper snaps himself out of his shock and walks with his father towards Bill's unmoving body.

The two Winchesters silently lift Bill and carry him to the Impala. They gently set him down and head to the trunk of the Impala for blankets. John pulls them out and walks back to the side of the car and lays them out. They silently lift Bill's body again and set it on the blankets. They wrap him in them before placing him in the backseat of the car. John and Harper are suddenly thankful that they had taken the car seats out of the backseat before they had left a few hours earlier.

Harper moves silently away from the two and looks at the salt lines to see what has happened. His flashlight trails over the lines slowly. His stomach drops at the sight of his father's scruff mark and a part of the salt line not connected. His throat tightens and his eyes burn fiercely when he realizes what he too has done to Bill Harvelle. With wide eyes he turns away from the salt line and looks back at his father. He walks slowly up to him and the Impala. His eyes snap back towards the backseat, his eyes seemingly drawn to the shadowed figure. "Dad?" Harper finally chokes out with tears his eyes away from the backseat and over to his father.

"Yeah Harp?" John asks softly. He looks down at his oldest son with pain filled eyes.

"W-what are we – what are we going to do about…Bill?" Harper questions with sad eyes and a frown on his lips. John sighs and rubs his face harshly. He leans back and stares up at the night sky with a frown of his own.

"We're gonna give im' a proper burial," John finally answers after a stifling few minutes.

"And Ellen…Joanna and Joesph?" The ten-year-old asks. He feels horrible about what he and his father did. What they created because of two small, stupid, accidents.

John sighs, "We tell them what happened." This was the worst mistake he ever made. He had been careless and stupid and it had gotten a good man killed. Who was a husband, a father and a damned good hunter? He doesn't know how he's going to explain this to Ellen, Joseph and Joanna. He frowns heavily at the thought. The poor girl, she's only four-years-old and her brother only is only seven-years-old. How is he going to tell them? He can't just let Ellen do it. He's responsible. And what of Harper? How is she going to deal with the idea that his son killed Bill as well if only to put the man out of his misery?

"It was an accident dad." Harper says softly but firmly. "You didn't know about the salt line getting messed up. You and I didn't know about the salt line not being connected and we helped Bill by taking him out of his misery." John wonders at times why he placed so much responsibility on his son. How could he handle knowing that he put so much pressure on such a young child's shoulders? Harper is his soldier, his oldest. The one he counts on to follow his orders without a question. To watch over his baby brothers without a sound of protest. How could he have done this to his son? It was far too late to change what he created. It will forever be on his shoulders that he made his oldest a soldier.

Was he a horrible father?

"It was a rookie mistake Harper." John replies with a heavy sigh. "We should have known better and now a good man is dead because of it." He doesn't mean to make it sound so harsh but it's the truth and nothing will ever change that. Nothing will ever change what they had had to do. "Let's give Bill the burial he deserves and then head to Ellen's." The older man slips into the Impala and turns the car on before rolling the windows down. It's time to move on and head to their next destination.

Harper quietly sits in the front seats passenger side. He stares out the window as his mind continues to flash back to Bill's death. It will weigh heavily on his mind for the rest of his life.

Reviews would be awesome!

I hope you like what I did with some of the information discovered from the show and changed to fit my ideas for this story.

Playbys

John Winchester - Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Age 32)

Harper Winchester - Chandler Canterbury (Age 7) Dylan Sprayberry (Age 10)

Dean Winchester - Hunter Brochu (Age 4) Ridge Canipe (Age 7)

Sam Winchester - Baby Sam (Pilot Episode) - (Age 6 Months) Garrett Ryan (Age 3)

Alex Winchester - Baby Sam (Pilot Episode) - (Age 6 Months) Malkolm Alburquenque (Age 3)

Flashback/Memories Chapter Ages

Chapter Three - 1989 - John is 35, Harper is 13, Dean is 10, and Alex and Sam are 6.

Chapter Four - 1992 - John is 38, Harper is 16, Dean is 13, and Alex and Sam are 9.

Chapter Five - 1995 - John is 41, Harper is 19, Dean is 16, and Alex and Sam are 12.

Chapter Six - 1998 - John is 44, Harper is 22, Dean is 19, and Alex and Sam are 15.

Chapter Seven - 2001 - John is 47, Harper is 25, Dean is 22, and Alex and Sam are 18.

These chapters are to show why some of the characters will be different in the story. Like Dean, as you've all probably noticed, Dean's not as mature as he was when he was shown in memories in the show. That's because he doesn't have to have the weight of taking care of Sam and his father. It's Harper that takes care of his siblings, father and also hunts and deals with school. Though Dean will grow up a bit when he finally discovers the Supernatural world.

Also, I hope I haven't made any of the characters OOC. They will be slightly different because of their different childhoods, but hopefully, their personalities will have some qualities from how you know them from BTVS, Supernatural and Harry Potter. Though I'm pretty sure Harper is pretty much like Harry already, just more mature and paternal.

Hope you enjoyed!

TheWeepingRaven