So sorry for the sabbatical people! This 'most killer TV show' contest took hold of my life for the past two weeks, but on the bright side, we won! But now that it's over, I'm back to writing again! Oh and I heard the song "The End" by Mayday Parade the other day, and I swear it explains Supernatural practically perfectly. Needless to say I love the song now ;D
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"So let me get this straight. My mom and Sam's dad, our parents separated us because they thought it would keep us safe? How does that make any sense, Bobby?"

Dean paced restlessly across the wooden floor as he struggled to process the information his surrogate father had given him.

"Boy, you need to understand that your parents did this for you. I was against it but they insisted that it was the only way to keep you both alive. What was I supposed to say to that? I wasn't about to let you boys die when I had a shot at savin you." Bobby pulled his cap off and ran a weary hand over his head. "We did what was best for you both."

Dean whirled on the older man, green eyes flashing dangerously. "What was the best for us both? You call this life 'the best for us'? That's a load of crap and you know it, Bobby. I was Hunting at the age of four! And Sam wasn't even aware of what's out there in the dark! You call this 'the best'? What if something had gone after Sam, huh? What if he ran into a werewolf like John did? He'd be dead too! All because of your stupid idea to keep us apart."

That seemed to catch Bobby's attention, and his head shot up to pin Dean with a stare. "What do you mean he'd be dead too? You mean Johns dead?"

Sighing, Dean halted his pacing and shot Sam a worried glance. His brother had planted his ass on Bobby's couch and hadn't moved or talked since Bobby started his explanation. "Yeah, he's dead. That's how I met Sammy. John…" He still couldn't bring himself to say Dad, especially now that he knew John's selfish reasoning behind keeping them apart. "John was killed by a werewolf the other day, and Sam went looking for him, almost got himself killed too. Want to know why? Because he didn't know damn werewolves existed!"

He wasn't really mad at Bobby, what was really pissing him off was the fact that Sam could have ended up dead because of their parent's decision. He shot another glance at his brother, who was glaring holes into the worn rug. Dean heard Bobby mutter something unhappy under his breath and he turned his attention back to the problem at hand.

"What do you want from me, Dean?" The older hunter sounded twice his age as he brought sad eyes up towards Dean's face.

The expression on Bobby's face had his anger dimming, but it still burned like acid in his stomach, begging him to smash things and throw some punches. Taking a deep breath, Dean forced himself to reign in his emotions before he dared to open his mouth. "I just want some answers, Bobby. Why would us being together put us in danger? So far it looks like keeping us separated was causing more damage."

Bobby shook his head sadly. "Kid, I'll only tell you what your daddy told me."

That had both Dean and Sam's eyes glued on the man, both of them silent in anticipation of what was going to be said.

Bobby's eyes darted between them for a moment before he gathered himself together. "Alright, now don't go shootin the messenger here, okay?" When he received no answer, he sighed and reluctantly continued, "Guess I'll start at the beginning then. Boys, your mom made a deal with a demon."

Instantly Dean was denying the possibility, shouting at Bobby that he was insane, but a withering glare from the seasoned Hunter had his jaws snapping closed.

"As I was saying, your mom made a deal with a demon, and not just any demon either, but a powerful one. When your parents met, some things happened, not all of them good either. In fact, your dad ended up dead, and so Mary made a deal to bring him back. The price however, was that the demon would come back for her second son."

Both brothers remained silent, shock written across every feature, but neither of them spoke a word and Bobby was forced to continue.

"Mary, bless her soul, didn't want something happening to you, Sam, so she sent you off with John. She sent you away the moment you were born into a life of normal, with no monsters, and no demons. It saved your life too, the demon couldn't find out where you had gone, and he couldn't track killings either because John was out of the Hunter life. We knew it was dangerous, but you don't know what your parents were willing to do for you boys."

Dean shot a look at Sam that the younger boy returned, some unspoken understanding passing between them.

"The last time I saw John was when you, Sam, were probably about three. He came to my house begging me to ask Mary if he could see her. He was practically at his wits end, a total mess, and I told him that he knew what would happen if I did. But John, well he was one stubborn bastard that's for sure, and he started begging me to take you," He nodded at Sam, "off of his hands. And Dean knows the rest from there. I waved a shotgun in his face and told him that the next time he came back I'd blast him full of buckshot."

A pregnant pause filled the air once Bobby finished speaking. Dean's mind was working furiously to comprehend it all, and the look on Sam's face told him he was doing the same. The idea was ludicrous to him, but the echo of truth in Bobby's eyes was enough to convince him.

"So mom never told me about Sammy because…because she wanted Sam to stay safe? Did it ever occur to them that we could keep him safe? We're family. We're stronger when we're together." Dean's voice was quiet with anger.

Bobby didn't grace him with an answer; instead he turned and left the room for reasons unknown to Dean. Without the older man in the room anymore, Dean turned his attention towards the only other occupant.

Sam's eyes were once again riveted to the floor, and Dean could see a hint of loathing in their depths.

His heart dropped to his stomach at the look of hatred in his brother's soulful eyes. Does he hate me? The thought was irrational and hit him out of nowhere, but he couldn't shake the fear that maybe his brother hated him now.

"Sammy?" Dean started, but Sam looked up at him then and the anger was gone, replaced now with such utter devastation that it stole his breath.

"Dean…"

"What's wrong? Sam?" Dean took a step towards his distressed brother, searching his mind for something that may have upset him. Stupid, Dean. Stupid. That whole conversation would have made him upset.

"It's my fault." The words took him by surprise and he stopped his advance.

"What's your fault?" Dean asked slowly, but then changed gears with, "Nothing is your fault, Sammy. You hear me? Nothing." The conviction in his voice should have been enough to convince Sam, but he was learning fast that his brother was as stubborn as a mule. Trying to convince him of anything he didn't want to believe was like giving a cat a bath, it just never ended well.

"Yes it is! It's all my fault! Because some stupid demon is after me! Me, Dean, not you. If it wasn't for me you would have lived a happy life with Dad and Mom. You wouldn't have had to live the way you did." Sam shrunk back into the couch, self-loathing written all over his face.

Without conscious thought, Dean found himself sitting next to his brother, his arm thrown over Sam's shoulders in a comforting manner. It was the only invitation Sam needed to turn and bury his tear streaked face in Dean's chest, small sobs shaking his form.

"Sammy, I'm only going to say this once so you better pay attention, okay?" Dean waited patiently for Sam's cries to stop before continuing. "What Mom and Dad did…what Mary and John did, that's the reason for this mess. Not you. Don't you ever think otherwise or I'll have to kick your ass. Understand? This isn't your fault Sam, and I don't blame you for anything."

Red-rimmed eyes turned up to stare into Dean's face, searching for any hint of a lie, but Dean knew he wouldn't find any. He meant every word he said.

Satisfied, Sam pulled away from Dean's embrace just as Bobby came back into the room. The older man was carrying three bottles of beer in his hands, and Dean's eyes narrowed as he approached them.

"Here, boys. Looks like we could all use some booze right about now." Bobby extended a bottle towards Sam but Dean snatched it away before his brother could take it.

"The Hell you thinking, Bobby? Sam's nineteen."

"So?" Bobby asked, dumbfounded.

Dean's eyes grew impossibly large with surprise. "So? So he's not old enough to drink. God, Bobby, what are you thinking?"

"Since when did that stop you? Boy, you were drinking booze at the age of fifteen and don't even try and tell me otherwise. Why ain't Sam allowed to drink? Lord knows we all need one."

He about to go off on the older Hunter when Sam stepped in, "Uh, Dean? I think it's fine if I just have a couple."

Dean cut his eyes towards Sam, words freezing on his lips. "…What? Hell no! You are not drinking underage!"

Dean was staring into Sam's blue-green eyes, fully intending to intimidate Sam into complying, when his brother's expression changed completely. It happened so fast that it left Dean reeling in confusion, one moment he was staring into stubborn hazel eyes, and the next…well he would swear he was looking at a puppy. A puppy with floppy brown hair and blue-green eyes full of emotion.

"Fine Sam, but only one. You are not getting shit-faced the first time you drink alcohol." He didn't know why he even agreed in the first place, but he was at least putting his foot down on this.

The dimpled smile that spread across Sam's face was enough to convince him he did the right thing, and the brotherly punch Sam gave him said without words how thankful he was.

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"So how bout you boys tell me what happened to John. You said werewolves? They still out there?"

Dean stopped sipping his beer and leaned forward on the couch, Sam doing the same beside him.

"Um…we killed one. But there were others out there. John-" Dean started.

"-Disappeared out of my motel room the other night, I got information on where he might be so I went looking for him-" Sam continued.

"-And I ended up shooting you in the shoulder because I thought you were the werewolf. But then we heard a scream off in the woods-"

"-So I ran towards it, because I just knew it was Dad. I could tell, you know?-"

"-And so I ran after you, because I knew it was the werewolf. And I ended up ganking the wolf, but it was too late-"

"-And Dad was already dead." Sam finished.

A beat passed in total silence. Bobby's eyebrows had disappeared somewhere under his ball-cap as he listened to them explain the situation.

"Well you two sure are brothers. No doubt about that," Bobby grumbled. Sam exchanged a confused look with Dean, who shrugged in response. "Well if that's true, then you boys know that those other werewolves are going to be on your asses, right? They have your scent now, and now that you've killed one of their own, they aren't going to let you off easy."

Dean cursed himself for not realizing that earlier, unknowingly putting Sam in even more danger.

"So we have to kill them?" Sam asked. Bobby nodded seriously at him, worry working its way into the seasoned Hunter's eyes. "Good." Sam stated as he stood from the couch and polished off the rest of his beer, coughing at the burn.

"Where do you think you're goin, idjit?"

Dean rose from the couch too and followed his brother out of the room. "We're gonna hunt down some werewolves, where do you think we're going?"

"Balls!" Bobby cursed as he made to rise from the chair he was currently planted in, but Dean was already out the front door and heading towards his baby.

Sam was already at the trunk, pulling weapons from the stash he held there and shoving them in every pocket he had. Silver blades vanished in the recesses of his clothes and he loaded a pistol with silver bullets before shoving it in his waistband.

"Whoa there, Saminator. I don't think you need that many weapons. Save some for your brother why don't you." Dean appeared at Sam's side and grabbed his own marble-hilted pistol, tucking it in his waistband.

Sam shot him a cursory glance but otherwise didn't acknowledge Dean's presence as he continued to load silver weapon after silver weapon onto his person.

Dean opened his mouth to reiterate himself when a piercing howl tore through the night air. The sound froze the blood in his veins and his heart sped up in his chest. Werewolves. And they were close too.

An answering howl split the night like butter, followed by another, and another, and another, and-

"Sam, run! Back inside now! Go, go, go!" Dean slammed the trunk and spun back towards Bobby's house, making sure that Sam was running before following behind him.

Bobby already had the door thrown open and was angrily gesturing at them to run faster when suddenly his expression changed and he shouted something at them, but the words were drowned out by the deafening snarl that sounded way too close for comfort.

In the next moment a wolf barreled into his side, well either that or a sixteen wheeler, and he was flying through the air. His back collided with the old metal of one of the cars in Bobby's junkyard, and he was pretty sure he blacked out for a moment, because when he opened his eyes all he saw was white.

For an instant he thought he was in a hospital, but then his vision sharpened and he realized the horrible glow was coming from the moon. People thought that the moon was made out of cheese. Well Dean called bullshit on that. The only thing the moon was made out of was evil. Every time it showed up something monstrous came out of hiding and people always ended up dead because of it. Dean hated the moon. He hated the way it seemed to smirk down at him from the heavens like it owned the damn world.

A gunshot split his wandering thoughts apart and jerked him back into reality. The wolf that had taken him down now lay dead at his feet, a pool of blood growing around its still form as the menace in its eyes faded along with its life.

He looked up from the dead beast to see Sam standing a few feet away, pistol pointed at the fallen monster and a wild look in his eyes. Dean rolled painfully off of the crushed car and got to his feet slowly, his eyes still locked on his brother.

"Sammy…look out!" He had seen the gleam of blue eyes looming over his brother a second too late and he was forced to watch in stunned horror as Sam was taken down by a werewolf the size of a truck.

Without even thinking he pulled his pistol out and fired off shot after shot into the werewolf's massive chest. When nothing happened, he switched to firing at the beast's stark blue eyes, but before his bullet could hit its intended mark, another werewolf was jumping up and taking the bullet in its own neck.

Within minutes he was surrounded by at least five of the wolves with no means of escape. He glanced hopefully up at the doorway where Bobby had been standing only to find it empty, and Sam was currently being used as a chew toy by Chewbacca himself.

Well shit. He was well and truly fucked.

I promise more action next chapter! This chapter was mostly informative and probably boring lol but oh well. I promise to start updating more frequently now, but I do have AP testing soon so it may not be every other day as I promised, but it definitely won't be too long xD Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think~ Thorn