Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Supernatural or the characters. However I do own the AU universe and the OCs. The universe of Silthrims and Royalia are completely my creations and hence totally mine.

Sadly, the story is UnBeta'd till date, so all mistakes, big or small, are definitely mine.

A/N : Hello…

Sorry for such a looong delay… I'm sure most of you are pretty mad at me… I deserve it… but real life caught up to me and I just got sooo lost… I couldn't find the energy or wish to write anything, not that I am good author, but still... Anyways, I am awfully sorry for everything. Hope you can forgive me enough to read and hopefully enjoy the chapters coming up… Good news is next two chapters are almost done…I'm putting in some finishing touches… they would both deal with the episode Home… then we could jump to Faith…Drop me any suggestion you like. Anyways, hope you enjoy this one….

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Hello, Son

Two words that froze him… words meant to comfort a child… they transfixed him with an unknown terror… he did not know what to say… the eyes … the smile… it was all wrong…

Two words that forever changed his life… two words he could never feel at home with…

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Matt woke with a start… Sunlight filtered into the motel room. They were on the move once more… after spending a fortnight at Bobby's, Matt welcomed the fresh air and change of scenery… he loved Booby and his place but this time things were different. That night changed his life and his relationship with his twin and his brothers… Matt wished he had never leant Ryan's secrets … their secret … but, there was no going back anymore. He sighed and looked across the other bed where his twin slept fretfully…

Ryan was pale, dark circles under his sunken eyes… he looked like someone who had just escaped death… well, he had almost died… Matt was not very forgiving of him… they had hardly spoken since then… he knew he was hurting Ryan but then again, Ryan did deserve it… He knew Dean and Sammy were worried – of course, they didn't know what dear Ry had been upto… so, yes, Matt understood they were irritated at him… after all, who tortured their sick brother by ignoring them when they begged for forgiveness… To say Bobby had been downright pissed with him would have been an understatement.

However, they did not know what Matt was going through and couldn't guess… I mean, who could guess that your own brothers were not totally humans, but, half-breeds… and who on Earth had ever heard of a race or rather a species called Silthrims… fancy name and all….But, Matt knew it to be true… his mother was not human… she was a Silthrim… and also a Razel at that… Razel meaning Empress, Matt reminded himself.

Hello, son…. The words sent a chill down Matt's spine…One night was all it took to break him thus… to fill him with such a deep sense of loss and despair that he could not meet Dean's or Sammy's eyes… he understood part of John's rage… Missouri's mysterious, yet sad smile… and Ryan's own sneaky acts… he slowly understood all of it as if waking from a dream or a nightmare….

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"What are you doing?" Matt cried… he still did not believe her… Mother… it was a strange word to him… he had waited so long to know her… but he wasn't sure anymore.

"I am soo sorry, sweetheart… I wish you hadn't found it this way… but, we are pressed for time here…"

"Why are trying to give him that?!" Matt looked revoltingly at the blood trickling down her wrist.

"He was given demon blood… for a Silthrims that is perhaps one of the most lethal poisons… my blood is the only way to cleanse his body and soul…"

"What rubbish!"

"Stop your pity-party and let her work, boy" Missouri had admonished. He had stopped himself from saying something hurtful but, of course, she had known… they had both known… Maya had stopped Missouri's rebuke with a soft shake and a sigh.

"I am sorry, but, it is the truth… the medicines for humans can only do so much… if you don't want him dead, then do not stand in my way, son"

"Don't call me that… I am not your son!" Matt wanted to punch a hole in the wall but Ryan was convulsing in pain… Matt looked at the sad blue eyes of his so-called-Mother and then at his twin and slowly gave way… she was no demon … he had tested every way and he knew Missouri… still, he did not really trust their mother… but he couldn't let Ryan die either… Thea seemed to know Maya as well… Lady Maya…she had called her and bowed to her in reverence…

Matt looked away as Maya brought her bleeding wrist to Ryan's mouth…

"shhhh… baby… shhhh… you're going to be okay…"

"M'm…" Ryan forced open his eyes… even in his pain muddled state he would recognize her anywhere… "H'rts… d'mn bl'd… t'rd…"

"I know, baby… I know…it's going to be okay, now… I'm here… I'm here" She kissed his clammy brow as silent tears welled out of her eyes. "Hold on a little longer, love… Mom's here now…shhhh…rest well sweetheart…rest…"

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Ryan coughed in his sleep … it brought Matt out of his trance…Matt scowled… Ryan was still weak, even after two whole weeks, but, at least he was getting better… When he had half-dragged his twin to Bobby's, he had been filled with a strong sense of déjà vu… from then, everything seemed to move in a fast forward…they hadn't let Dean and Sammy know while they were hunting, but, when they returned they had been very concerned for Ryan's health but more so for the rift that had developed between the twins… Matt could never tell them the reasons… he was in a whirlwind of emotions these days…maybe puberty hit Silthrims in their late teens and early twenties…well, puberty was a b**ch, no matter when it hit!

They had tried to break the ice between the twins, but to no avail… Matt was simply too hurt to forgive Ryan… and Ryan was too guilty to try and persuade Matt… In the end, an exasperated Bobby had almost thrown them both out… couldn't blame him… they had really pushed him… they had never managed to get on Bobby's nerve all these years…no matter what they did, Bobby had been there and forgiving to a fault but, this time, they had pushed all his buttons at once, it seemed… He had sent them off with hugs… and glares in Matt's case… yeah, of course they were going to take Ryan's side… poor sick, hurt Ryan…if only they knew…

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She knows there is someone there… why won't Mommy listen…. The chair scrapes away and the closet door creaks open… Sairie sits up in bed… she's scared… she doesn't like the house…

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In the basement, Jenny, Sairie's mother finds an old trunk…she really hopes its not rats… she hates rats…She kneels down and gingerly opens the trunk… and her worry gives way to slow smile as she find some old photos. Must be of the previous family that lived there… they are warm pictures of a husband and wife, very much in love with each other… and then the best of the lot… a family photo …the husband , wife and two cute boys…it warms her heart… Jenny smiles and turns it over. Written on the back of a picture are the words, "The Winchesters. John, Mary, Dean, and Little Sammy."

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Sairie tries to be brave… she really does…but the closet door parts open and sees a person standing there… a person on fire and she can't stop her screams…

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Ryan woke with a gasp… The bed sheets drenched in sweat… the nightmare still lingered at the edges of his waking senses… he was acutely aware of his heart racing away and tried to calm himself…he guessed it was around midnight… He fumbled for the switch. Clicking it on, he turned for the glass of water but his hands were shaking as if they would fall off… he did not know if he could pour himself a glass… and then a glass of water seemed to appear before him… Matt's passive face swam into vision… he took the glass gratefully… glad that Matt still supported the glass and helped him drink…

"Th-thanks…"

Matt did not answer…

"It was a ni-nightmare… I'm okay… n-now…"

"Whatever…" Matt shrugged and went back to bed, turning his back to Ryan. It hurt but at some level Ryan knew he deserved it…he sighed and crawled back into bed, hoping not to be woken by the nightmares again.

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Its dark outside… the house is silent… it's eerily quiet…too quiet… She is inside her bedroom, banging on her bedroom window screaming for help, begging for help…

The blaring horn, coming from outside, forced him awake… Sam could not shake the creepy feeling rolling down his spine, chilling him to the core, even as he sat on the bed, blinking to clear his head… he could still see her screaming… begging for help…

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The next morning, when the twins entered their siblings motel room, Dean was on the computer, Sam was drawing something that looked like a … tree?!

"Hey, you guys, sleep well?"

"Yup…" They lied in unison… so at least they still had some of their sync left after all…

"All right. I've been cruisin' some websites. I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali - its crew vanished. And, uh, we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas." Of course, to Dean's utter annoyance, Sam's mind seemed to be elsewhere. "Hey!" Sam looked up from his drawing - thank God for small mercies… hopefully no b**ch fights this early in the morning… Ryan prayed for some peace… his head was killing him, not to mention he had been edgy ever since the nightmare.

"Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?" Dean wasn't pleased much with Sammy.

"No. I'm listening. Keep going."

Thankfully, Dean turned back to his research… (Seriously?!). "And, here, a Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times." Dean looked at Sam only to find him busy again; he waved his hand to get Sam's attention, in vain… "Any of these things blowin' up your skirt, pal?"

Matt snickered while Sam hardly even looked up from his drawing. Oh here we go… Ryan rolled his eyes and sighed.

Sam scowled at the picture. "Wait. I've seen this."

"Seen what?" Matt and Dean asked in unison while Sam got up and started searching through his duffel bag.

"What are you doing?"

Duh, Dean… he's looking for something…but what? Ryan frowned. He was sitting at the end of Sam's bed, so he was the first to see it… the drawing… of the tree as Sam compared it to an old family photograph outside their home in Kansas… John, Mary, Sam and Dean… he caught himself from showing his surprise… the same tree…but how…?

"Dean, I know where we have to go next."

"Where?"

"Back home - back to Kansas."

"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?" Dean's voice shook a little.

Sam showed them the picture. "All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?"

"Yeah."

"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?"

"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?"

"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but... the people who live in our old house - I think they might be in danger."

"Why would you think that?" Matt too was scowling.

"Uh... it's just, um... look, just trust me on this, okay?" Sam started to walk away but Dean clearly wasn't done yet.

"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?"

"Yeah."

It sounded lame to even Ryan… and Ryan was a master at lame excuses….so of course Dean wasn't buying it…

"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that."

"I can't really explain it is all."

Here we go… Matt sighed, bracing himself for the outburst. He didn't have to wait long.

"Well, TOUGH. I'm not goin' anywhere until you do."

Sam sighed while Dean waited expectantly.

"I have these nightmares."

"I've noticed."

"And sometimes... they come true."

"Come again?" Dean seemed pretty stunned.

"What?" Matt didn't know if he had heard right.

"Look, guys... I dreamt about Jessica's death - for days before it happened."

"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence." Matt reasoned even as Dean sat down on the bed.

"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?"

Ryan started in shock.

Dean was overwhelmed. "I don't know."

Sam sat down across from Dean. "What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!"

"All right, just slow down, would ya?" Dean staring to pace was never a good sign. "I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when..."

"When what?"

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" Dean's face had paled, a sad tremble to his lips. He looked away, turning his back to them; afraid that if looked he'd break down.

Sam sighed and walked to him. "Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure." It was the voice that Dean could never deny…

"I know we do." He sighed.

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"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."

― John Lennon.

Keep smiling as always….

Till next time.

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