Disclaimer: Hahahahahaha, oh, if only, if only...

This story is COMPLETELY AU. It's actually based off a manga I read recently. Sam and Dean are not related. This is NOT wincest.

Mkay, so this chapter is a bit short, and I DEEPLY apologize for the delay. I've had the most stressful few weeks of my life. I'm hoping things get better soon.

Dean is 20, Sam is 14

Enjoy chapter eleven!

Three Months Later

The Hunter and Common had fallen into a routine of sorts. Between hunts, Dean would train Sam physically and teach him the basics of math and English. When Dean was called to a hunt, he would leave Sam behind a series of protections and a pile of 'homework' for him to do while he was gone.

The rate at which Sam was learning seemed to be growing exponentially. After Sam's wounds had fully healed, much needed muscles began to form, helping to accelerate the training process. A month into training, Sam had sufficiently mastered knife fighting and could even go up against Dean without being defeated immediately. Because Sam lacked the natural Hunter speed and strength, he would never be able to overcome Dean or any other Hunter. But Sam clearly had the skills to at least hunt efficiently. Dean had already begun to teach Sam about the various guns they use and how to take care of them. It's only very recently that he actually started to teach Sam how to use them.

The 'bubble' seemed to have gone by. He hadn't been called on a hunt in over three weeks now, which is the usual norm. Dean was glad. He coulds focus on Sam's training. And his mental heath.

As far as Sam's mental progression, they seemed to be at a stand still. Sam refused to talk about it and seemed fine for the most part. He would have the occasional panic attack though, and had formed the habit of crawling into Dean's bed at night when he was having nightmares. It seemed to help the nightmares, but it wasn't helping any of Sam's long-term mental health.

They were deep in the South Dakota forests, training for a while. Dean was teaching Sam some of the techniques to living a rougher life; how to make shelter when in wild, how to make a fire, and how to find food. Sam was doing alright. He handled all the practical skills with relative ease. However, finding food was proving to be a challenge. He didn't have the stealth yet to sneak up on an animal to kill it. Or an accurate enough hand to shoot one.

But it wasn't just that. The first time Dean told Sam he was going to be hunting for animals, Sam had gone pale and looked as though he were going to vomit. Dean had asked Sam if he was okay, but Sam just shrugged him off and prepared to go hunting. However, in the middle of the hunt, he started shaking badly and hyperventilating. Before Dean could say anything, Sam fell limp to the ground, passed out.

It wasn't a big deal for Dean. He just picked Sam and the supplies up and carried them back to camp. On the way, Sam woke back up and immediately started panicking, apologizing for his failure. Dean just held Sam tightly to his chest and quietly reassured him that he did nothing wrong.

Later that night, after eating some dinner and going over some USA geography, Dean decided it was time to start teaching Sam about the Association.

Sam froze at Dean's suggestion. "But... you never talk about the Association."

Dean sighed. "It's kind of a law amongst Hunters that Commons should never know anything about the Association beyond it's existence. That way Commons wouldn't meddle in Hunter affairs. Only the President and the Secretary of the Interior have complete knowledge of the Association."

Sam nodded. "Right. That's what you told me before."

Dean closed his eyes. He was praying to god that he wasn't making a mistake. "You're training to be a Hunter. And you can't be a Hunter without understanding the Association."

Sam pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. "So what do I need to understand?"

Dean leaned back against the tree he was sitting under and sighed. "Well, I guess I'll start with its origins."

The existence of the supernatural was acknowledge by the government in 1862 under Abraham Lincoln. This was after the spirit of his son, William "Willie" Wallace Lincoln, continued to haunt the Lincoln and his wife until Marcus Campbell put Willie Lincoln's spirit to rest.

Marcus Campbell was a hunter, but not like today's Hunters. Hunters like today didn't exist back then. He had the physiology of a Common.

Sam frowned. "What does 'physiology' mean?"

"Umm... a person's physical nature. Like, I would say that my physiology is different from yours in that I'm stronger, faster, and have sharper senses."

Sam nodded. "Okay."

President Lincoln demanded Marcus Campbell to explain himself. So he explained the supernatural world to the President; the different creatures and their dangers. It was after this that the president publicized the existence of the supernatural and took certain measures against them.

He passed a series of Executive orders to start a research and defense program against the entities that threatened the citizens of the United States. At this time, President Lincoln was fighting a war on two fronts. He was fighting against the now-known entities that infected the country and he was fighting the Confederation in an attempt to keep the Union together.

After President Lincoln was assassinated and the Civil War had ended, President Ulysses S. Grant continued what Lincoln had started. I won't bore you with any of the details, but in 1902, during Theodore Roosevelt's presidency, a breakthrough occurred.

The governmental program created by Lincoln, which was now simply called the Association, had created the first Hunter. Through blood fusions and some unknown method of breeding, the Association had combined a Common hunter with the supernatural entities which they hunt. Annabell Campbell, Marcus Campbell's granddaughter, was the first Hunter to be created.

Dean tossed another log into the fire to keep it going. "It was at this point that a new breed of human was born. With our own supernatural abilities, we would be more efficient in hunting down entities and protecting the Common Americans."

Sam just stared into the fire, absorbing the new information. It was a lot to take in. It was a lot to understand.

Finally, he looked up at Dean. "So... you're part supernatural creature?"

Dean nodded. "Basically. That's why we have such strict training and rules. We can be just as dangerous as the things we hunt, so the government has to make sure we're controlled."

"What kinda rules?"

Dean hesitated for a moment before answering. "Well, I already told you about not harming any Common..." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Let's not get into this now. The rules are complicated. Everything about the Association and how it's run is complicated. I would hardly know where to begin."

A jolt of anxiety shot through Sam's chest. "Rivel..." he murmured.

Dean turned to Sam. "What about him?"

"H-he's a Common... and you..." Sam bit his lip. He felt a little traitorous saying this. "You hurt him," he said quietly.

Dean shrugged Sam off. While he, himself, was worried about the possible consequences of his actions against Rivel, he didn't want Sam to worry. "There's a very low chance that the Association will link me to what happened that night. I'll be fine."

Sam continued to stare at Dean with worried eyes. "You sure?"

Dean threw an arm around Sam's shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure, Sam."

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