Hi everyone. After another lengthy pause, I am back. I have just started University so I have been struggling to write this as well as keep up with my homework. Sadly, I can't really see this improving anytime soon.

Also, A BIG thankyou to everyone who has reviewed this story. You have all been so kind. Every one of you has made me smile.

Warning: This was written in a rush over two days, so it may not be very good. However, I feel that it doesn't really matter as you can easily watch the first two seasons of Supernatural and get the same story. Enjoy.

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"And looking back, I don't think I gave him the help he needed"

Sam winced from his place at the door frame. He knew his life was a twisted mess, but he had hoped that no one, especially his beloved Uncle, would blame themselves for his screw ups.

Sam watched as the Leech (Vampire, he corrected himself quickly)caught his thoughts and shot him a glance. In one clear motion, Edward elbowed Jacob next to him and nodded at Sam. Jacobs head shot around, scanning the former Alpha.

Walking gingerly towards the table, Sam ignored the looks of surprise from his Uncle and Emily and deposited his items on the kitchen table with a loud thud. Pulling out a chair, he sat down next to Emily, who wrapped her arms about his shoulder.

Sam sighed. "Well, you've heard my familys story. Now, I guess you should hear mine."

Sam watched as all eyes were fixed on him, suddenly wishing that his brother was here to support him. But that was impossible. For all he knew, Dean and the rest of his hunter coven had been tracked down and ripped apart by Jacobs pack.

Pushing those images from his mind, Sam lent back in his chair.

"As you know, My mother was killed when I was six months old in what you were told was a house fire. But it wasn't. The night my mother died, a powerful demon came calling, looking for me. This demon, who we called 'Yellow Eyes' was creating an army to destroy the world and he wanted a human, an Antichrist, to help him. I was just one of the unlucky children chosen."

Sam was silent for a moment, trying to find the courage to continue.

"I don't know how many children he picked for that purpose, but I know they are all dead now."

Sam was silent once again before sighing.

"My mother made the mistake of walking into my room while he was there....He gutted her before throwing her onto the ceiling. Then he disappeared. My father, hearing her screams, ran into my room and found her like that."

Sam gave a small, bitter laugh.

"The Demon had booby trapped her body. It caught fire, setting the room alight. My father grabbed me and my brother and got us out of the house. However, it was too late for my mother."

Sam started to drum his fingers on the table, sending a hollow sound through the room.

Tap, tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap, tap.

"Mums death almost destroyed my father. I don't know how he fell into hunting, but by the time I was one, we were living in hotels all over the country. By the time I could walk, I was being taught to run. By the time I could hold a gun, I was being taught to shoot. My brother and I were raised as soldiers in a war my father waged against the demon race. Dean Loved it. But I hated it."

Bringing his fist down on the table, Sam rose to his feet and paced the length of the room. Six strides one way, six strides back.

The group watched him for a minute. Slowly, Edward scanned the items on the table. A set of silver keys, two books and some photos. Reaching out, he picked up the larger book and scanned the title.

"A Demon Hunters Guide to Survival" he read.

Sam stopped his pacing and sat back down.

"My dads." He commented dryly.

Edward nodded and flipped through the book. Sam groaned and through his head back as a silence fell over the table. Then he lifted it again and looked at Jacob.

"Do you mind getting rid of them? I don't really want to go over everything again."

Jacob gave Sam a confused look. Then he froze before giving the air a sniff.

"Oh." He said.

Sam nodded as Jacob stood up and walked towards the door. There was a sharp knock. Jacob ripped the door open, already knowing who was there.

"Go away Leah." He growled.

The occupants of the room watched as Leah took a surprised step back, her shock as clear on her face, as her and anger had been only seconds earlier.

In one stride, Jacob was outside, amoungst his pack.

"All of you. Go home."

"But..." Seth stuttered "Whats going on? Sam?"

Sam looked up to meet the younger wolfs gaze. Jacob watched for a moment before turning to Seth.

"I will explain everything later, When I know whats going on. Until then, you are all to go home." Jacob said, his voice like ice.

Leah growled. "So what? We wait around while he sweet talks you into siding with his leech brother?" She spat. She froze, realising she had said that outloud.

Sam visibly paled, his reaction matched by all the wolves in the clearing as the pack stared in horror. They may have been angry that Sam had kept his brother a secret, but Sam had led them safely through a war. None of them believed that he would work only for his own gain. Jacob growled, a deep, dangerous sound.

"Paul. Get her out of here, before I do something I regret."

Paul rushed forward, grabbing her arm and dragging the wolf towards Embry. One by one, the pack turned and walked across the front lawn, disappearing into the woods. Soon, only Seth stood. He gave the group a small smile.

"Get better soon Sam." He called.

He turned and ran after the pack. Jacob shut the door and turned back to his seat. With a sigh, Emily let her arms slip from Sam's neck and stood up.

"I'll go and get something to eat." She said. The rest of the group nodded, except Edward, who was reading the book and smiling. Sam stared at him.

"Will we be receiving a visit from your family anytime soon?" He asked.

Edward put the book down.

"No. They know to wait for my return. Besides, Emmett isn't really house trained."

Sam nodded as Emily returned to her seat, a plate of cookies on the table.

"So anyway, my dad was so desperate to destroy the demon that killed mum, that nothing else mattered anymore. We were hunters first, and human beings second. Dean loved it. He loved to hunt and fight. I hated it."

Sam clentched his fist.

"Dad and I fought. A lot. When I was 18, I completed school and was offered a place to study Law at Stanford University. Got a full ride. Dad was furious. He refused to let me go. The fighting grew worse and worse. Then, one night he just lost it. Told me to go and never come back. I was too stubborn to try and change his mind, so I packed up and left. For three years, I heard nothing from my family. But then, one night Dean showed up with some news. Dad was missing. I was living with my old girlfriend Jess at the time but I thought nothing of leaving her alone to help Dean. It was the biggest mistake I have ever made, and it cost Jess her life."

Emily shot a glance at Sam but reached over and took his hand in hers.

"After completing a hunt with Dean, I returned to Stanford. But the Demon got there first. I found Jess dead, killed just like my mum. I took to the road with Dean again, and for a while it was great. But then, liked normal, it all changed. For months, I had been plagued by dreams of deaths. At first we thought they were images created by the trauma of seeing Jess killed, even though I had been having the dreams before she died. But then I had one involving our old house. The one mum died in. I talked Dean into letting me investigate it, only to discover a Poltergeist..."

Sam cut off, looking thoughtfully at the book Edward had been reading.

"Page 28" He said at last.

Edward snatched up the 'Hunters Guide' and opened it, his eyes scanning the page for the information required. Then he gave a snort of laughter. Sam grinned.

"Anyway, A Poltergeist had invaded the house and was trying to kill off the owner. We attempted to stop it but soon discovered that something else was in the house. You see, Ghosts are most commonly created through violent deaths, and I don't think anyone had a worse death then my mother."

Sam gave another small, bitter laugh.

"She saved us. The Poltergeist, unhappy with our meddling, was about to kill me when she turned up. She destroyed it, destroying herself in the process. Dean was freaked out, partly that mum was still protecting us from beyond the grave, but mostly because I predicted it. We started testing these dreams and discovered that I could predict the future. But not the good, people winning the races sort of future. The people getting killed in horrible ways kind. We tried to ignore it until we met Max. Max was a kid whose Father and Uncle had both died in my dreams. That's where we discovered the connections. You see, Max's mother had died, just like ours, when he was six months old. And Max had the power to move objects with his mind. It turned out that Max had been using these powers to murder his family. We caught him as he tried to kill his step-mother. Realising he was caught, he killed himself."

Sam shook his head, clearing his mind of the images.

"Shortly after that, we were reunited with our father. He was looking for a legendary gun called the Colt, which was said to be able to kill anything, even a powerful demon. Dad had discovered it, in the possession of a coven of vampires. We attacked the vampires and retrieved the Colt, killing the head vampire in the process. However, we failed to kill his mate. And she wanted revenge."

"We didn't pay too much attention to her threats, more concerned with killing the demon, who we learned was called Azazel. We had tracked him down, but he got the better of us. Both Dean and Dad were badly injured, Dean fatally. Dad couldn't deal with it. He made a deal, giving up his soul and the Colt to save Dean, not knowing that he was giving Azazel the key to his plan."

"Dad was dead and Azazel had the Colt which we discovered, was the key to opening the gates of Hell and unleashing his Army. Now, all he needed was his Antichrist. Dean and I hit the road again, Only this time, we found a group of people willing to help us. First there was Bobby, a hunter and old friend of our dads. Then there was Ellen and her daughter Jo. Ellen ran a bar for Hunters and always knew what was going on. Jo wanted to be a hunter, even though she didn't have the training. She was stubborn as hell about it. And finally, there was Ash. Ash was a bikie wannabe but I don't know anyone who knew more about computers then him. Anyway, soon we started discovering others like me. And they were all dying. Some were being killed by an insane hunter named Gordon, some were killing themselves, and some were simply vanishing. Then it was my turn. I don't really remember much of the incident. One minute, I was in a cafe, getting food for myself and my brother, the next I was lying on the floor of an abandoned house."

Sam gave a deep sigh.

"You see, Azazel only needed one Antichrist. And by the time I entered his twisted competition, there were five possible choices. Myself and four others were forced into a fight to the death. I already knew two of the others. A guy called Andy and a girl called Eva. Andy could control people, planting suggestions to make them do what he wanted and Eva was like me. She could see the future. The other two making up our group was a soldier called Jake and a woman called Lily. Lily was the first to die. We found her hanging from a windmill. Andy was next. I talked him and Eva into sealing themselves in a protective circle while Jake and I looked for a way out. However, Eva, who had grown both powerful and power hungry, killed him. She then tried to kill me. However Jake stepped in at the last moment and broke her neck. So then, it was just down to the two of us. Jake attacked me, his gift of super strength gave him a huge advantage. However, with my training as a Hunter, I managed to beat him. But I couldn't kill him. He hadn't, in my mind, done anything wrong. I turned away, wanting to let him live. I can't say that it was a mistake to let him live, since he wasn't a demon or any of the other things I hunted, but he is the one I blame, everyday, for everything that has happened since."

"You see, at the same time that this was all going on, Dean had dragged Bobby into helping find me. And he did. I remember turning away from Jake, happy to see Dean, thinking that the nightmare was over. Then I remember feeling a hot pain in my back. Jake had jumped up while I was destructed and stabbed me with a knife. I remember Jake letting go of the knife and turning away, running before Bobby caught him. I remember falling into Deans arms. I remember him yelling at me, trying to keep me awake, keep me alive. And then nothing. I died."

Sam gave another, heart felt sigh.

"I was dead for three days, before Dean proved just how much of an idiot he is. He sold his soul to a crossroad demon...Page 53"

Edward nodded and continued looking through the book.

"The demon brought me back to life but it return, she gained ownership of Deans soul. He was given a year to live. Bobby was furious at Dean but we didn't have time to try and sort it out. The world was ending. And the Hunters were the first hit. Ellen's bar was attacked. Ash was killed, along with a lot of our allies. However, before he died, he managed to discover Azazels plan. Ellen survived and managed to get the information to us. You see, Azazel gave Jake the Colt and showed him where to go to open the Gates of Hell. Using Ash's infomation, we managed to track Jake to a graveyard. However, we were too late to stop him opening it. As demons escaped into the world, I confronted Jake, killing him. But Azazel had noticed us and attacked Dean. It turned that Azazel had predicted that Dean would do something to bring me back. He had counted on it. He wanted me to lead his demons to take over the world and he wanted to make sure that Dean wasn't there to stop me. Azazel had us pinned. Bobby and Ellan were trying to close the gate. We were screwed. But then something happened. Our father, who had been sent to hell to save Deans life, managed to climb out. He distracted Azazel long enough for Dean to get the Colt and kill him. The Gate closed. It was over. The one thing keeping Dad fighting was gone. Before our eyes, he disappeared, to go where all souls go."

"Azazel was defeated and the world was saved. But there was still one thing we needed to do. We needed to save my idiot brother from Hell."

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And cutting it there. Sorry for the cliffy, but there is no way I can post this plus the rest of Sam's story (Which I promise, will get original soon. But I really needed to recap this story cos, in my mind, Sam doesn't skip over the things we already know, and I would never forgive myself (And I don't think he would forgive me) if I did.)

Oh and one other thing. 'The Demon Hunters Guide to Survival' is a real thing. It was a Birthday present I wrote about a year ago for a good friend. Its worth a few laughs, so if anyone wants a copy, please E-mail me and I will see what I can do.

P.S. Quick Competition. In the next chapter I will reveal which of our beloved cast of Vampires turned Dean. So anyone interested in having a guess should do so as soon as possible. There will be an invisible cookie as a prize.