First Alternate, episodes Simon Says and Croatoan
The first minute Sam realizes that he's dealing with someone who shares his psychic gift, he calls Gabe for help.
"Good grief. This idiot has a twin in the wings...I can sense it."
"Your odd power over souls?" asked Sam. He had only witnessed it once in the hospital and felt it wise not to mention it to Dean.
Especially not after what happened to their father when the demons came to collect him, rather pissed off that he had given the Colt to someone who had no use for the thing.
Even Dean couldn't defend his father for doing something that was absolutely idiotic, like summon demons to get information on someone who had only ever helped them without once demanding payment outside of cash.
As any hunter would tell you, demons have no use for cash. They were more interested in souls.
"Gabe! Glad you could make it!" said Dean.
"Yeah. He's like Sam, only in this case he has a twin brother. I don't think he's behind the murders in town," said Gabe.
"I have a twin?"
"Yup. I looked up your records before I came here once Sam gave me the name. You were split up at birth, but unlike Sam your mother wasn't killed by the demon who goes by the name Azazel. Only a few have ever had that happen," said Gabe.
"So what do we do?"
"Well I do have something that will make it infinitely harder to use his powers...which reminds me, Sammy we'll have to start on your training so I can clean out any demonic influence left in you by the demon. But the easiest method would be to talk to him and see why he's killing people. We may have to take him out."
"I'm not killing my own twin!"
"Who said you were going to do the killing? If he's an unrepentant murderer, I'll be the one to deal with him in a permanent fashion. Whether he lives or not is debatable."
In reality Bree was tempted to show the little murdering bastard what an angel looks like uncensored. Burn out his eyes, or possibly drive him insane by speaking in Enochian with his Grace. He knew that angels could speak without driving a human insane, but the use of Grace when doing so had become an ingrained habit by the time they took a vessel. It was something Bree learned from his dad when he first obtained his own.
Either way this human wasn't going to survive an encounter with Bree. He was just that irritated for Sam bothering him on his vacation to a nude beach in Tahiti.
Bree ignored the psychic compulsion the idiot was using...really it had nothing on an Imperious with any serious intent. It seemed the twin brother wasn't too bright as he focused his entire gift on Bree who shrugged it off with practiced ease.
"You're a hundred years and a blood war too late to get one of those past me brat. I was able to shrug off the magical version of your compulsions when I was fourteen," sneered Bree.
Sam filed that information to himself. He had long suspected Gabe wasn't normal, but as long as he wasn't trying to kill him, Dean or Bobby he could care less.
Gabe closed the distance and threw the idiot halfway across the concrete with a vicious uppercut. He could just tell Dean was chuckling at that one.
Breaking both his arms and handcuffing him to the railing kept him nice and cozy...a few charms to turn his power back on him would insure he got his just rewards.
Apparently the one Bree labeled 'good twin' didn't have any issues with his brother being in jail. And the girl the evil one planned to kill for dumping his brother had no reservations about claiming he had been the one to kill those people.
A little planted evidence went a long way, more so when the police weren't checking for magical sources.
The second time Sam interrupts Bree's nice little vacation (he has his information service down to an art form, and word of his site directing hunters to hunts in the local area have netted him a nice little nest egg) they were in Oregon on an odd case.
Considering Bree remembered his history very well after doing their Hunter bio, he agrees to meet them just outside of town at a nearby diner.
During the first repeat, Bree had gone to every single private and public air port so he could memorize the apparition points. A few charms would dissuade anyone from messing with his little box, not that the sign didn't keep any interested parties from bothering him.
As far as the American Ministry was concerned, he was a wandering British wizard who took up hunting in his spare time. So long as he didn't break any of their laws, they agreed to ignore him.
A few discreet bribes for diplomatic immunity didn't hurt either.
Bree discreetly checked the Winchester Brother bio and a list of hunts before he narrowed down what they were dealing with. He was almost rather smug at the fact that he would be immune to the virus, as would Sam and Dean considering the angels would never allow them to be taken over by something as simple as the Croatoan virus...not this early anyway.
Besides, he'd long since learned that specially treated holy water could erase the virus...so long as it was boosted by angel's blood anyway.
"Gabe!" said Dean grinning. Beside him was a very well trained hellhound half-breed, who Bree had long since given to Sam since the brothers had grown very fond of the wolfhound.
Hunter was a respectable two hundred pounds, and his claw caps which were in fact his natural claws given silver properties, hence the coloring, and very intimidating. He had a spiked collar (probably Dean's idea) and was far more vicious than any normal dog because of how well trained he was. Hunter would never harm humans unless there was something in them, or they were just pretending to be human like a shapeshifter. His natural black fur, which was lined with red streaks, was clean and well groomed.
Dean didn't mind giving Hunter a good brushing if it meant avoiding dog hair in his precious car.
But most of all were the eyes. Hunter's eyes had been a warm brown when Bree had originally gotten him, now that brown was streaked with some inner light that any real demon would recognize.
In short he had come into his full hellhound heritage, though he only loyal to Sam, Dean and Bree. Besides, Dean had no issue spoiling Hunter with any pie he had left and didn't want.
The three drove into town, with Bree using his odd little mini-printer to make more demon traps.
"What's with the printer?" asked Dean.
"I've found you can print a demon trap off a computer so long as you use a certain type of ink...usually I just pay off some suppliers for blood bags donated by the Red Cross with the ink and use that. Instant demon traps without cramping your wrist, just add the final touch."
"Nice. Mind sharing it with Bobby?"
"Who do you think helped to mix the first batch of donated blood and ink? Another fun fact is that these activate only when it comes into contact with anything demonic. Hunter can touch them because he is a hellhound, but anything with constant demon taint won't be able to escape."
Sam looked back at Bree.
"Hey Gabe, I've been meaning to ask... the demon said he had plans for me last time we ran into him. Any idea what he meant?"
"Rumor among the demon grapevine is that Azazel is breeding soldiers to fight in the war against heaven. You were just one of the unlucky bastards picked...though from what I heard you have a different destiny waiting for you," said Bree.
"What destiny?" asked Dean, pausing after he parked the car.
Bree flipped his coin, then shrugged.
"You two are the true vessels of Micheal and Lucifer. At some point Lucifer breaks free and he'll be gunning for Sam when he gets out. When that happens angels are going to be on both your asses, mostly so they can force Dean to act as Micheal's vessel. You have to give consent in order to be used," said Bree.
"Since when do demons need consent to steal bodies?" demanded Dean.
"Lucifer is a former arch-angel. He may have made demons, but he isn't one."
"You're telling me Lucifer, Satan, is a former angel?"
"He refused to bow to humanity like all the rest, so God cast his ass down to hell in a cage. Lucifer was pissed so he made demons to harass us, the first of which was named Lilith. Real bitch, that one."
"One of these days you have to tell us how you scare demons that badly without being one."
"Maybe once we're out of here," said Bree.
It took all of two hours before they were barricaded inside the local doctor's office because of the Croatoan virus.
And exactly five minutes to see how effective Gabe's portable demon's trap were against it.
"How do we know you're not infected?" asked Dean to Gabe.
"I'm immune to something as weak as a demon virus," snorted Bree.
"But why?"
"Let's just say it's in the blood. Demons can't possess me, and this virus can't take hold."
Dean snorted.
"I don't know what you are Gabe, but you're not a demon that's for damn sure. Demons don't side with hunters or just demand cash for their help...and they certainly don't drink holy water without screaming."
Bree grinned at him. At least Dean had more common sense than his father ever did.
"I do have a question...how do you know all this stuff about us?"
"Mostly time travel, combined with being able to cross worlds. The reason why the site is called Monkey Magic is because I'm a research monkey who uses magic. I prefer to hunt without it, so people like your father won't try to kill me on sight," said Bree.
"You're too good to need demon or pagan help. So long as you're on our side, you can hang with us," said Dean.
"So what is this virus?"
"It's called the Croatoan virus. If blood from an infected gets into an open wound, then in a few hours that person gets infected. It's a demonic virus that's a pain in the ass to deal with, because people become more like zombies from some crappy Romero movie instead of rational people. There are few ways to treat it, mostly because it's a pain in the ass to get the one thing that can treat demon blood infections," said Bree. He reached into his bag and pulled out a familiar looking bottle.
"Is that holy water?"
"More like super charged holy water. It's been treated with angel's blood and stirred with unicorn horn. It can purify most demonic taints, though I've never tried it with the Croatoan virus yet."
They drew some blood from Mr. Tanner, who Dean shot, and Bree measured out a small amount of 'super holy water' into the dish. The doctor looked at it through the scope and was amazed.
"The water seems to be eradicating the virus with a vengeance. I've never seen a medicine work that fast."
"Angel blood does not like demon taint. And the rate of infection is pretty high...the whole town might be infected by now."
"How do we know if someone's infected or not?"
"Two things. One is the circle I had printed out on that paper I handed Mrs. Tanner which trapped her, and the other is Hunter. He can smell things like this."
"Dogs aren't allowed in clinics," she said firmly.
"Hunter is not a normal dog, and frankly I can clean up any mess he makes before it becomes an issue," said Bree flatly.
"The roads are blocked," said Dean.
"Thought so. In any case anyone who comes into contact with the outside will have to hold onto one of the special demon traps I printed out and allow Hunter to give them a sniff. If he stays calm, they're clean. If not then we'll double check with the holy water. Anyone infected will start screaming like the damned, but it will clean them out."
Three others came from the outside. The soldier, a girl, and the one that Sam had seen in his vision killed by Dean.
They tied him up when the demon's trap took full form and branded the markings in the ceiling and floor.
"And we have the culprit. Those traps don't react unless you have a demon riding in you..." smirked Bree.
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love those portable devil traps?" said Dean.
"No, but Bobby damn near kissed me the first time it saved him from a demon riding in his neighbor. I had to use an entire bottle of mouthwash," said Bree. Dean laughed.
"What the hell is going on?" demanded the old man.
"This little idiot has a demon inside of him...he probably let the virus loose to draw us in."
"Then why have I been having visions about this?" asked Sam quietly.
"You had a vision of the kid getting offed?" said Bree. Sam nodded.
He looked at Dean with amusement.
"Well that explains who it is. It's not a girl or Azazel...so it must be his son."
Bree walked in with a blade Sam recognized as Bree's favorite. The kid took a deep gasp of shock at the sight of it.
"Recognize what this is do you? Very difficult to get your hands on an angel blade, let alone one of this type. One hit of this and you're a dead demon. Now start talking and I might ignore your existence," said Bree with a cold smirk. He hated demons.
And so the demon-possessed fool started talking. Apparently this was a test to see if Sam would be immune to the virus...the rest were just pawns to draw them in. Finally Bree left Dean in there with the demon kid, who he stabbed in a painful but non-fatal place killing the demon.
Azazel would be pissed when he found out who killed his son and how.
"What about the rest of the town?" asked Sam.
"Two options. Either we force feed them the special holy water...or you two can stay here while I deal with them. They can't infect me...though I will explain why later."
Dean let him go outside and Bree cast some silencing charms that would withstand what was about to happen.
All the people inside the office heard were the screams of pain as Bree dealt with the infected.
When asked later, all he would tell them was that he did a mass-exorcism that was extremely painful for the infected. They would live, but that was it.