Third alternate, last half of the Pilot episode
Bree woke up two days later...and found that he was in another alternate.
"God I hate this. Worse than a damn hangover!" said Bree.
There was a knock at the door. Bree activated the lights above it which became an instant devil's trap. He opened it...and found Loki there.
"You know who I am?"
"Gabe Evans, Sammy's roommate/hunter pal. The dog behind you only proves it. What the hell man? You up and vanish and Sammy went nuts trying to find your ass!"
"Which retake is this?"
"Fourth by my guess. First three Lucy is sent back to hell or never leaves it, but last time the Winchesters got killed off. Demon killed them and had some dumbass human set the demon's gate wide open."
"It was late and I was exhausted. By the time I left that place I was too tired to be of any use without getting an immediate trip to heaven in the process, and I'm not that stupid," said Bree flatly.
"You ever figure out how to do the slide thing yet?"
"I apparently did it in my sleep. Hold on a moment..." said Bree, touching the wood of his 'house'. He could still sense the energy from the slipstream.
Apparently it was an odd balance of time-jumping via Grace and apparition used by wizards. The reason why he kept getting thrown into different points of the Winchester adventure was because he kept either over or under using the time travel bit.
"Wonder if I could use Hunter as a focal point to find that one Sam who was my roommate."
"Be interesting if you could. I thought you were supposed to save all the alternates but you jumped mere days before that last one was wiped out."
"I saved Sam and kept Dean from making a deal. The demon killing them did in fact save that alternate, because he took out the vessels remember?"
"Time travel makes my head hurt. Can I come in for a drink or not?" asked Loki.
"You're planning to do something that will make me want to maul you later, aren't you?" asked Bree.
"What makes you say that?"
"Usually when we go out for drinks you get me to do these stupid ass stunts that make me punch you in the face. So out with it, what's the scheme this time?"
"Switching you for Sammy boy in the nursery. I want to see Azazel's reaction to the fact he just sent an angelic cambion to be the leader of his army...only for said leader to exorcise the entire lot of them before they even get out."
"The fact I could send Johnny boy to heaven is just a perk, right?"
"Yup. I'll leave you on their doorstep, then have Sammy kick up a fuss so that John takes him downstairs..."
"And drops blood in me, which won't do a damn bit of good considering I'm half angel," said Bree, getting the idea.
"Bingo!" said Loki.
"On one condition..." said Bree.
"What's that?"
Loki didn't even see the fist coming towards him. He ended up splayed on the ground flat.
"You take care of Hunter until I 'find' him and convince Johnny boy to let me keep him."
"And the punch?"
"Consider it payment for dosing me just now," said Bree flatly right as the magic of the chips Loki had dumped in his drink took full effect.
Loki looked at the sixth month old infant, and a simple confundus made everyone believe Mary had twin boys when she had Sam.
He was going to avoid Bree until the guy cooled off first...though he was nice enough to leave the little 'charm bracelet' Bree used to call his house to him around his wrist along with the notice-me-not charm so John wouldn't remove it.
Hunter whined when he saw Bree.
"Easy boy. You'll be staying with me for a while," said Loki, petting the hellhound.
Say what you will about the breed when raised by a demon, but when trained by an angel, they were more loyal than the Winchester brothers were to each other. In any alternate.
Too bad his brothers couldn't look past their breeding to consider raising one. He might have to pop into hell for a bit to get his own puppy.
John heard Sammy stir up a fuss and picked him up. Sammy wouldn't quiet down so he let the kid sleep next to him on the couch. He lightly dozed off while Mary went to check on Gabriel, Sam's twin.
Hadn't that been a shock, finding out she was going to have twins. One they named after Mary's father, the other they named after her favorite arch angel.
John woke up to hear Gabriel crying like mad, and went to check on him, taking Sam with him.
He noticed blood drops and looked up in shock. On the ceiling was Mary, covered in blood.
"NO!"
He handed Sam to Dean, and grabbed Gabriel once it was clear he couldn't help Mary. That was only the start of the madness.
Stanford, 22 years later...
Sam took his bat and prepared to hit the idiot who broke into their apartment.
He got gut punched and had the bat removed by a very familiar face.
"Gabriel?"
"Hey bro. Long time no see," said Gabe.
"Dean?"
"Hey Sammy."
"What are you two doing here?"
"Dad's gone missing. He was hunting and then all of a sudden he stopped talking to us. He's even turned off his phone so I can't hack his GPS," said Gabe bluntly.
Sam had always been the smart one, but Gabriel had always been smarter. While Dean and John hunted, Gabriel took online college courses out of boredom. He had several degrees, mostly in technology and a few in the occult.
"What about Hunter?"
"Hunter can't find him either," said Gabe. Said dog whined beside him.
Hunter was a half breed that followed Gabriel home when he was thirteen. John wanted to shoot him, but Gabe refused to let him. When he took out a werewolf about to bite Gabriel and saved Dean, well, John let him live but always kept an eye on him.
Hunter was more like a pet wolf most of the time instead of some evil hellhound out to maul them to death, unless something big and bad was around. He didn't even like demons, and considering most hellhounds tended to listen to a demon, that had come as a large shock.
"What do you need me for?" asked Sam.
"We need help, and he was your father too," said Gabe.
"I can't! I have an interview on Monday!"
"Consider this a weekend off from worrying about school. You think you're the only lawyer in the family?" asked Gabe.
"You passed?" asked Sam.
"I'm on the bar and everything. Who do you think gets Dad and Dean out of jail when they get busted?"
"I love the insanity defense," said Dean.
"You would. Most hunters are by nature either suicidal, insane, psychotic or just idiots from the south," deadpanned Gabe.
"And which are you?"
"Bored. Hunting deer isn't nearly as fun as hunting a ghost," said Gabe.
"This coming from our own private research monkey?" said Dean.
Gabriel had never been much of a hunter, but he had his uses in other ways.
For example, he could speak a Latin exorcism without looking it up. He could figure out what they were hunting and how to kill it in fifteen minutes or less, and he found a way to carve sigils into a knife so it could kill things that normal knives couldn't.
He was the family's research monkey, and he made good money off fellow hunters selling info. John was very proud.
"One last hunt, and then we come back," said Sam.
"Hunter, attack," commanded Gabe while Sam and Dean were pinned.
Hunter went hellhound in a hurry, and bit the ghost. It screamed like the damned, attracting the attention of the two ghost children upstairs.
"Dude, I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love our dog," said Dean.
"Technically he's Gabe's dog," Sam reminded him. He would listen to Dean, Sam or John, but he only really obeyed Gabriel.
"He's our dog, but he knows who's the master of the pack," said Gabe, "I'm taking a nap. Your records of arrest were already erased and I stole the files when I went in. Night ya'll."
Gabe fell sound asleep in the back and was snoring like a log.
"I never will get how he can fall asleep so damn fast...he's as tall as you are and he never complains about being cramped," said Dean.
"Modern day mystery," said Sam dryly.
Sam walked into his apartment...and found salt everywhere.
"Jess?"
He found Jessica, shivering like crazy from shock.
"What happened?"
"There was a man...he tried to come in! He had the most awful yellow looking eyes...I think he had rabies or something!" said Jessica.
All around her was a thick coating of salt and what looked like iron filings.
"What's this?"
"Your twin, Gabe, he said that someone was coming after you. If I saw yellow eyes I should dump this all around me..." sobbed Jessica.
"Gabriel told... How did he know?"
"The yellow-eyed demon who came after mom, he has plans for you. Plans that don't include Jessica being alive," said Gabriel, stepping past the large salt line with ease.
"What?"
"The yellow-eyed demon is after you Sam. After us. He killed mom and he will kill Jess if we don't do something to protect her," said Gabriel. Dean walked up beside him with Hunter at his side.
"What are you talking about Gabriel?"
"Look, if I hadn't given Jessica that bag, the yellow-eyed demon would have killed her like it did mom. You have two options. Either you stay on guard and she dies anyway, or you can let her go and we kill the bastard so you can come back to your normal life," said Gabriel bluntly.
In the end Sam allowed Gabriel to use his gift to wipe Jess' memory so she could live. The demon would have no reason to target someone who was 'in a coma' as long as Sam was on the road.
It was going to be a long two years for Gabriel.