I'll edit this more later. I just wanted it get it up because I know it's been a while. Sorry, schools hell especially senior year. High school's lovely isn't it? Can't wait for college. Anyway, there is a POV shift to third person in this chapter and might happen periodically from here on out. Also, I've decided this is all taking place in season 11 and I'm also bring back a character or two, Charlie and possible Bobby.

Anyway, please enjoy follow, favorite and review. Again, I'll edit it chapter more later so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Blood splattered across my face followed by the thud of a head my machete severed. It felt good. Too good. It was my first hunt in months; since Lucas. I starred at the vacant eyes and open mouth revealing jagged fangs and for a moment saw Lucas's pleading gaze. I felt anger boil in my chest, then my blood, and kicked the head as far as I could which was about ten feet and left my foot hurting. My breath came out short and ragged and in little clouds, but I was hurt more than anything. I blinked away the tears and I fell back against the side of the shed.

That was the last one. I looked around at the bodies lying near and far from me. I sighed and started dragging them into a pile to burn. I had no reason to hurry since Judy wasn't back at the car waiting for me.

I dropped the body I was dragging and rubbed my face. Judy was probably pissed and would never forgive me for leaving her at the bunker. Hunting is a curse I realized. One that I was stuck with, but I think it has something to do with my Winchester blood.

I left about a month ago maybe a little less. In the middle of the night as soon as I found a possible case, but it turned out to be nothing. But after Lucas I just needed to get away.

I picked the body back up and finished dragging it to the pile of his friends. I poured gasoline and threw a couple of lit matches. There was a 'womf' and a burst of flames that sent a haze through the dark night air. I wrinkled my nose at the burnt flesh smell and left for the car.

It didn't take long to walk back to it and I immediately turned on the heater and breathed into my hands to warm them. My phone sitting in the passenger seat caught my eye. I'd turned it off soon after I'd left (or ran away) and hadn't looked at it since, but now my curiosity had gotten the best of me so I turned it back on and unlocked it.

I sucked in a sharp breath as the amount of calls, texts, and voice mails I had. I started with the voice mails. Most of them were from Dean and consisted entirely of "Where the hell are you!?" and "Ethan, answer me dammit." pretty generic. I didn't brother with the texts. I felt a little guilty for worrying him.

I signed and turned it back off and tossed it back into the passenger seat.

I was currently in North Carolina and not far from Willowcreek. A part of me really didn't want to go back, but I wanted to know what ended up happening to mom after we left. Maybe they buried her? Maybe they buried us? I snorted at the thought, but they never did find Judy and I so who knows. They probably all think we're dead.

I made up my mind and head back to the little town I grew up in.

I drove about ten miles slower than the speed limit as I made my way down Main Street. I was scared someone might recognize me even though it'd been nearly three years. There were lots of people walking around, some I recognized.

I took a left down a gravel road that led to our old house. I parked and got out slowly. It'd had seen better days that was for sure. A couple of windows were broken, the yellow paint was a dingy brown, and the ivy mom had fought every year had more than taken over the right side. It hardly looked like what I remembered.

All it took was a hard shove with my shoulder to get the front door open. The furniture was covered in a thick layer of dust and many beer cans littered the house. Probably where the broken windows came from along with the graffiti.

The lamp was still laying on its side and there were still bloodstains in the kitchen. After a few moments I headed up the stairs to my room and was a little relieve to find it still somewhat intact. It could have been my imagination, but my bed looked a little ruffled. I couldn't fathom someone actually wanting to have sex in a murder mystery house, but it had been a while since I'd been in high school. I went to Judy's room next. Her stuffed animals still looked intact. I smiled at the white walls and hot pink bows pained on. I sat in her windowsill for a while and tried to imagine things back to normal. I couldn't bring myself to go to mom's room. It was hard enough seeing the blood stains in the kitchen.

It was Saturday and it left like the whole damn town was walking around me, which was a very high possibility. Willowcreek wasn't very big; 2000 people at the most. A group of girls I remembered passed by without a glance towards me. I pulled my coat collar up a little higher as they passed. I headed to the town library thinking that was the only place with computers and I was right.

It took me about ten minutes to find out where my mother was buried.

I stared at the article for a long time. Seeing the words and not. I couldn't explain the emotions I was feeling, hell I wasn't even sure I was feeling anything at all. I was happy to know they really did bury her, but I wondered who showed up or if only a preacher and the grave diggers came to do their jobs.

I closed the window and left. On the way out I passed two girls laughing at something till they saw me and edge away like I was road kill. I glared and pushed passed them.

There was only one cemetery in Willowcreek. I'd been there once before for some friend of mom's who had died when I was six. Once you got to the center, every direction you looked there were headstones some so old the engravings couldn't be deciphered anymore. Just gray rocks sinking further into the ground. I used to think that was how mountains were formed. One headstone after another till you had a whole mountain.

I wondered what people I was stepping over. Did anyone come to their funeral? Will anyone come to mine? Will I just be killed by a monster and left as a John Doe? Will Judy die before me? Will I die protecting her? What will happen to Sam and Dean? Will they just shrug our deaths off like all the others? Is that what they do? God, I wish I knew the answers to these questions.

I didn't bother with the tears that spilled over as I read Angela Grey Mother and Friend Left This World September 26, 2014

I sat on my knees and traced the stone angel standing over my mother's grave with her face tilled upwards. I tried to swallow the stiffness in my throat, but it caught in a sob. I rested my head against the cold stone. My chest ached and more tears slipped off my cheeks darkening the stone in plops.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I bit my lip not sure why I was trying to keep it together. I adjusted so that I sat criss-cross-applesause like a child and tucked my head under the angel's wings. "I found dad." I started but wasn't sure how to continue, "I've done some bad things. I've tried to give Judy the best. I'm sorry." So badly I wanted her to wrap he arms around me and tell me it would be alright, but they air remained still and the angel cold as stone.

"Ethan? Ethan Grey?" I snapped my head around so fast I'm surprised I didn't have whiplash. I almost ran. It'd become an instinct after years of dealing with Drew, but I held my ground.

He stood about ten feet away, his blue eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. I didn't say anything for a few minutes, not quite sure how I should respond.

"It's been awhile," I shrugged looking away.

"Dude, we thought you were dead." He breathed like he couldn't believe I was really standing in front of him, but the feeling was mutual.

"I'm not." I turned to him and shoved my hands into my pockets. He still had that scar on his eyebrow that left the hair to grow in white. He'd filled out and shot up several inches, too.

"Um, where did you go?" he shifted his weight from foot to foot and stood stiffly.

"Where ever I wanted to."

"But why—Where did—How—?"

I shrugged, "It felt right at the time. I was scared they'd separate Judy and I."

"What the hell happened that night, Ethan?"

I rose an eyebrow. It was strange hearing my actual name come out of his mouth. "I thought you'd be the last person to care." It was a bit colder than I originally meant, but I think it needed to be said. Drew visibly flinched and reached up to rub the nape of his neck.

"Look man, I'm really sorry about all that. I did some pretty unforgivable shit to you. I-I wish I could take it back. Um." He trailed off and look at his shoes. "I—um, we all thought you and Judy were dead. They uh said you're house was a massacre." His eyes widened, "Shit, I didn't mean. I—"

"It's alright." I cut him off. I rubbed the scar on my palm, remembering that night. "It was a massacre." Drew took a few steps towards me.

"What happened?" he almost seemed awkward like he wasn't used to his bulky build and height.

"Vampire." I said plainly. I expected him to laugh and call me an idiot or a looney, but he didn't say a thing so I continued. "Somehow it got it and attacked my mom. It then attacked me and I cut off its head. That's the only way to kill them." I said matter-of-factly.

"You're serious?" I nodded, "Holy shit! No wonder you ran, that's crazy." This was definitely not the same Drew I remembered. "Why-Why didn't you ever come back? Until now I mean."

"I didn't want to face it, I guess." I looked towards the cemetery and the markers sticking up like boney knuckles. "I just came to see mom." I turned to leave.

"Wait," I looked back at this different Drew and tried to figure out what changed about him. "I'm sorry I was such an ass to you when we were kids." It'd only been two years since we were "kids" but it felt like a whole life time had passed. "Come back to Willowcreek, Ethan. It's not much, but—" he shrugged, "you're mom's still here. That's something right?" I felt like he was trying to say something between his worlds, but I wasn't sure what it was.

"I knew the whole time, Ethan, or I figured anyway. I just didn't know how to handle it. I'm sorry." I felt a faint blush burn across my cheeks and I looked away immediately and into my inky reflection in the shop window. "Can we start over? As friends?" he almost looked like a hopeful puppy.

I frowned a little, "You're different. Not a bad different, but what happened?"

He looked away. "After you and Judy disappeared, one of my ex-friends spilled on the train incident," he paused to look at me, but I kept my face as indifferent as possible. "Basically, my dad found out and shipped me off to Military School the next dad. Man, I hated him at the time, but it's the best think he ever did for me."

We stood in silence for several moments. I wasn't sure what to say. I felt like a stranger in Willowcreek. Everything—everyone—felt different and I felt out of place. Maybe they were all the same and I was the one who had changed. The old Ethan would have started running at the first sound of Drew's voice, but I turned around and faced him. No, I didn't belong here. Not anymore.

"Yeah, maybe we can start over." I scuffed my show against the concrete.

"I'll see you around, Ethan?" I nodded. He started to walk away. "You know we never buried you and your sister. It's nice to know you're still alive." With that he left and turned the corner.

I wondered if I'd ever see Drew again and I'd ever come back to Willowcreek. I took one last look at the cemetery and mouth a goodbye to mom before I head to my car hidden in an alley.

I was fifty miles outside of my hometown with the accelerator floored and all the windows down even though it was chilly. It felt good and freeing. I missed Lucas. I missed mom. A part of me missed my old life. There were so many things I wanted to get back. I missed Judy in the backseat. Everything felt off balance and I was on the edge.

There was a glimmer of light as I passed through an intersection. I felt glass cut into my cheek and a scream escape my mouth as the car flipped and I looked at asphalt though the sunroof. The seatbelt cut into my chest. The sound of metal crinkling like wrapping paper and then everything went quiet.

My arms hung over my head, my legs were crapped under the dash, and something trickled down my forehead, but that's all I remembered before I blacked out.

Dean stood in front of a half made sandwich, his face etched with thoughts about his missing kid. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde locks and pulled out his phone scrolling till he found the right name and hit call.

It rang three times before a female voice said, "Hello?"

"Charlie, I need your help," more rushed and worried than he had meant.

"With what?" Charlie was tense at the sound of Dean voice. The tone set her on edge and she knew immediately that something was wrong. Very wrong. She just hoped the world wasn't ending again.

"It'd be easier if you could just come to the bunker. When's the soonest you can be here?" Dean was silently hoping it was tonight or sooner. Ethan had been missing for a month now and no leads on his location.

"I'm in Montana, so a day or two at the least." She said a little sorry.

"Can you get a plane or something?" Dean asked irritably.

"Dean what's going on?" Charlie tried to keep her voice level and calm but Dean's frantic attitude was rubbing off on her.

The eldest Winchester took a deep breath before starting, "I've got a kid and some crazy shit happened and he ran away and we can't find him and I'm afraid he did something stupid because I would do something stupid and I need your help finding him because it's been a month and he's gone and I'm scared he might be dead because he's a hunter and that's a very likely possibility and I need your help Charlie." Dean was breathless at the end, but it explained everything for the time being.

Charlie was silent on the other end of the line for several moments while she processed everything Dean had just spewed out. "I'll be there as soon as I can, Dean." And hung up leaving Dean with his forgotten half made sandwich and all the worry Ethan had left him with when Dean woke up to find him gone.

Dean looked back down at the half spread peanut butter and jelly jar. He finished the sandwich and headed up to Judy's room. He knocked on the door before entering. The room was dark, but he could make out her form on her bed from the light spilling in from the hallway.

"Judy. Hey, you uh hungry? It's your favorite." He held the plate up like she could see it better with her back towards him and the lights off.

"I'm not hungry," came her quiet reply.

"Come on Judy. You haven't eaten all day." Or yesterday for that matter, or the day before that. He groaned when she didn't reply and decided it was best to just set the food on her nightstand. At least she could eat it later if she wanted.

He shut the door and as soon as he did Judy broke down in tears. The anger she had felt towards Ethan had dissipated after a few days, now she was just terrified. She could hardly remember her life before That Night; with mom. She couldn't remember her mother's face when she was alive. No matter how long she studied the face in the picture Ethan had it just wouldn't connect.

As far as she was concerned, she didn't really have a mother. It was always Ethan. Ethan was all she had and now he was gone and she wasn't sure he'd come back. Judy curled in on herself trying to hide her sobs so Dean or Sam wouldn't hear her. It hurt knowing Ethan left her, but it hurt more knowing he might never come back.

"He's all I have. Don't take him away." A great pain shook her ribs as she contained a sob. "Please don't take him away."

Dean pushed away from the door and wipe away a tear. "Ethan, where the hell are you." He muttered.

The loud banging that woke Dean up the next morning wasn't welcomed whatsoever until he saw his favorite redhead standing in the threshold. "Charlie?" he squinted at the early morning light. "I thought you wouldn't be here for a few days." He step aside to let her in. The racket had woken Sam and even roused Judy out of her room for the first time in a week.

"Oh, hello." The red head waved to Judy when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Judy barely lifted her hand in a finger wave. She turned back to Dean, "I caught a plane. We have work to do?" she wanted to get right to it and out of this thick air as soon as possible.

Dean nodded and led her to the study where she began to set up her equipment. "Now," she started with her fingers poised over the keyboard, "how about story time?"

Dean took a seat across from Charlie and laced his fingers together. "I had this fling with this girl when I was on a hunt. It lasted about a week, maybe. I don't even remember her honestly." He cleared his throat still feeling a little guilty about that. "She got pregnant and had Ethan. I never knew, obviously." He huffed out a stiff laugh, "Until a few months ago when I ran into Ethan on a hunt."

"What's his full name?" she already had Ethan typed.

"Ethan Winchester Grey." He waited a few minutes while Charlie did her thing. "He's 17. I think he has a birthday coming up soon. Uh, he looks like me." He waited for some sort of response. Preferably that she had found something.

"Continue." She gave a quick hand motion before returning to typing.

"A vampire attacked and killed their mom. Ethan went down to investigate after Judy told him something was downstairs. He had to fight the thing and kill it. It's a miracle he survived." Ethan had told him in graphic detail what exactly happened that night and it sent shivers down his spine.

Charlie stopped typing and looked up with wide eyes, "What?" she stammered. "Ya know what, don't answer that. What else is going on? There's always more with you two." She muttered the last part but Dean still heard.

"We've been hunting the Darkness, but so far no leads on that either." Charlie raise an eyebrow. "God has a sister."

"God?"

"Yeah, and he has family issues. He locked Amara—the darkness—away with the Mark of Cain. When Sam and I got the mark off of me, we released her."

"And now the worlds at stake." Charlie said dryly.

"Oh yeah."

"Holy shit." Charlie fell back in her chair. This was a lot to taken, so she decided to just focus on Ethan. It was thirty minutes of intense silence before she got something. "I think I might have found something, but if it's him it's not good."

"Why? What do you mean?"

"John Doe was involved in a high speed accident on a nearby highway with another car. Patient is in a comma due to head injuries. Patient is male, blonde hair, green eyes, approximately 17—"

"That has to be him. Let's go."

"Wait, Dean." They both stood quickly. "It might not be him. Maybe I should go alone."

"I think she's right Dean," Sam said as he walked in on their conversation. "Besides, we still need to focus on Amara or finding Ethan won't matter."

"Fine. Just get back as soon as you can." He agreed after a few moments of debate. For good measure he sent a pointed look at the red head.

"You found Ethan?" Judy spoke up allowing hope to spill into her young voice. Charlie bent over on her knees so that she was more eye level with the 9 year old.

"We hope so."

"Can I come?" she asked, but looked up at Sam and then Dean.

"Yeah, yeah, actually that would probably be better than you staying here." Sam replied. Judy nodded and ran to her room to pack a bag.

Charlie moved quickly through the halls looking for room 3140 where she severely hoped Ethan would be. Her fingers shook with worry and anticipation. The receptionist had said that the boy had already been claimed by child services after he woke up from his comma a few day's ago. If that was the case, Charlie would have to get creative with a plan to get Ethan out of here. If it was infact him.

She and Judy entered the room and Judy started to cry at the sight of her bandaged wrapped brother.

"Ethan?" she walked up to the bed and tenderly touched her brother. There was a slight movement causing Charlie to sigh with relief.

"You're sure it's him?"

"I know my own brother." Judy sent her a frosty look.

"Right, sorry." Charlie quickly apologized.

"Ethan? Ethan, wake up." Judy shook her brother's arm a bit. "We need to go." She said a little more franticly. We she heard the words "child services" she knew that meant trouble. She knew that was one of the reasons Ethan had taken her and ran after what happened That Night.

Charlie kept looking around to make sure there were no nurses around since they weren't given clearance to see Ethan. So far so good.

Ethan stirred and opened his eye that wasn't swollen and looked at his little sister. He was confused at first thinking it might be a dream, but quickly realized it was really his curly haired little sister. "Judy?"

"Ethan!" she jumped on the bed and wrapped her arms around him. He groaned in pain but didn't say anything.

"How are you—" he then noticed the young red head woman in doorway. "Who are you?"

"My names Charlie. I'm a friend of your fathers." Charlie was getting antsier as time went on. She knew a nurse would soon be making their rounds and they would be caught. "Can you walk?"

"Why? What's going on?" he realized he was in a hospital, but couldn't remember when he got there.

"You've been in a comma for about a week because you were in a car wreck. You woke up sometime yesterday." Charlie again looked over her shoulder. "We have a problem. You were claimed by child services, so we're going to have to brake you out."

Ethan stiffened and immediately tried to get up, but a shooting pain stopped him. "Fuck." He cursed and gripped him thigh as his eyes watered. Judy's eyes bulged at the curse word and covered her ears on reflex. Ethan cursing meant something was wrong. He looked down at his thigh and placed a hand on the starch white bandage, but he didn't get that chance to see the damage underneath.

"Hey, you can't be here." A tall African American said crossing her arms and shoot daggers at Charlie. "Get out." Charlie raised her hands in surrender and grabbed Judy's hand who started to fight her grip. There were two more women with the nurse, who Charlie could only assume were child services that entered the room with nurse.

"Shit."

"We can't leave him!"

Charlie turned and slapped a hand on Judy's mouth.

"We're not going to leave him, but we can't just walk out with him."

Judy slumped knowing the older woman was right.

"Then what are we going to do?" her bright blue eyes watered.

"I have an idea." Charlie smiled knowing it would work. It had to.

I had been trying to convince the child service women that I wasn't Ethan Grey who went missing three years ago and that I was Alan Montgomery who was 16 and took his dads car for a joyride gone wrong. I was trying to stall in order to give this Charlie time to execute a plan I really hoped she had. One of the women held up a picture that I recognized as my school ID.

"That's not me!" I decided if I started yelling and getting annoyed they might start believing me. The woman huffed and looked like she was about to start saying something when the fire alarms started going off and soon the sprinklers. The nurse ran out of the room and came back with a wheelchair. She quickly moved me into it and started going down the hallway.

There was screaming from down the hall and the nurse went to go investigate instructing the service women to get out of the building, but before they could someone grabbed my chair and started running with me forcing me back in the seat.

"What the—" I looked up and saw Charlie and Judy running beside her.

"Come on." She grabbed my sister's hand and started pulling her along.

"Holy shit," I muttered and held onto the arms of the chair. I looked behind up and saw the service woman chasing after us. "What the hell did you do?"

"Pulled the fire alarm." She called over the alarms blaring.

Well, at least she didn't set an actual fire.

We ran though the automatic doors and to a shabby looking car. I struggled into the backseat, ignoring the pain from my leg and shut the door. The service women were running towards us while trying to get help, but in the chaos of evacuating all the patients no one listened.

Charlie hit the gas and we sped out of the parkinglot. Judy was in the front seat and putting on her seat belt while still looking behind us. I decided I like Charlie. "Holy crap, we did it!" she high-fived my sister.

"Did you like my screaming? Charlie recorded it on her phone." She grinned.

"Yeah, it was great. Thanks."

"No problem," Charlie said breathlessly. "That was exciting. We'll have a story to tell when we get home, won't we?"

I could only nod in agreement.