Chapter 1

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Sam let out a shout as he watched his brother crack the ball, sending it flying. Dean dropped the bat, letting his feet fly as it sailed over the perimeter fence, a grin against his face as his teammates cheered. He rounded first, raising his fist in the air as he jogged to second and then to third. He was met by his team, the group of tired and slightly sweaty boys encircled him as they cheered his name.

"Dean, Dean, Dean!"

He felt a swell of pride as he gazed over the crowd spying his brother, who was also calling his name. Life was pretty good right now.

'Another win for the Werewolves', thought Dean as he swung his duffle over his shoulder, his free hand bringing a water bottle up to his lips. He was quick to finish the bottle, when Sammy ran up to him nearly knocking his older sibling over when he jumped. Dean gave out a playful grunt as he corrected his stance and continued to walk.

"That was an awesome last run Dean, it just soared over their heads!"

Dean grinned at his little brother as they walked through the almost empty parking lot. Walking up to an older looking SUV, a loud curse erupted from one of the open windows, followed by rapid fire Spanish. The brothers couldn't help but chuckle as a Hispanic man exited the driver side door. A large dark stain covering his chest.

Looking up to see the brothers the man frowned. "You think this is funny don't you?" Watching as the brothers quickly doubled over in laughter, Dean's large duffle sliding off his shoulder with a thud. The older man huffed as he cussed once more, "Get in the damn truck you two."

Dean straightened as he attempted to quell his fits of laughter, walking to the back doors to throw in his bag. Closing the door, he hopped in the front. Bucking his seat, he looked over and chuckled. "Are you having a problem Hector?" Hector glared at the thirteen year old as he turned the car on, backing out of his parking space before exiting the lot. As they entered the street to make their way back to the Open Skies Boys Home, Hector looked into the rear view mirror, watching as the shaggy headed boy smiled out his window. Turning to his right slightly he watched as the green eyed lad reached for the radio, tuning into something he liked.

'I better tell them now.'

"Dean? Do you remember the day before yesterday, when that husky pup ran into your class?" The teenager looked over giving a nod, passing a glance to Sam who shrugged. "Um, yeah?"

"Well," Hector said, a smile pulling at his bearded face. "The owner of said puppy may or may not be looking to adopt. And he and his fiance may or may not be looking at you and Sammy." Watching out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dean's eyes widen and his head whipping back to look at his brother, who most likely had the same expression.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam finally spoke. "What does he do for a living?" His smile finally broke free as they came to a stop light. Turning to the boys he closely watched their faces, each showing a mix of excitement and concern. "Well, he works at his local high-school teaching shop class, has been for the past four years. I met him and his fiancé the other day and he seems to be really nice, an energetic person of sorts. They want to officially meet you both tomorrow at ten and take you both out to the local arcade, so you can get to know them first. If that's alright with you boys?"

As the light turned green, Dean's brow furrowed. "At his local high-school? As in, he works in a different city?" Hector nodded as he merged into the left hand turn lane, stopping once again at a red light.

"Yeah, he lives outside of Cody, Wyoming; a city just beyond the eastern boundary of Yellowstone. Is there something wrong that?" Sam frowned at the older man as he began to drive once more. He didn't just live outside the city, he lived outside the state.

Dean turned to look at Sam, who shrugged, his eyes shifted around as he thought. "I guess it's fine but, I have friends here. Cooper and Greg are my best friends, I don't want to leave them." Dean's brow furrowed, reaching back to lay a hand on his little brother's knee. He smiled softly, his bright green eyes saying all that needed to be said. Don't worry, you got me, I've got your back. Hector sighed, flipping his right turn signal as he merged to go down another street.

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"Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"What do you think their like? I mean, the couple that want to meet us?"

"I don't know, the guy seemed cool, his lady friend could be nice."

"Do you . . . "

"Sam?

"Do you think they're like Steve and Hilary?"

". . . "

"I'm excited that someone wants to meet us but, do you think something bad will-"

"Don't. Don't talk like that Sammy, I know what you're thinking and you're wrong. We've talked about this, we are not cursed or bad luck, or whatever. What happened to Steve and Hilary was out of our control, and the bastard that hurt them got what he deserved. A six by eight cell in some hell on earth prison, where he became some inmate's bitch. So don't get all sad, because nothing is going to happen to them or us, if they decide to make us apart of their family. Got it little brother, cause I won't let it happen."

"You promise, you promise that nothing bad will happen?"

"I promise, Sammy. Now get some sleep, we're going to be up early tomorrow to meet them.

"Okay . . . could I sleep in your bed?"

"Yeah, come on."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, yeah. Night, Bitch."

"Goodnight, Jerk."