Chapter 1

"Sam , you wanna come at my place this weekend ? We can hangout." Said Lucas glancing at Sam while flinging his backpack higher over his shoulder.

Sam sighed. This was the part he hated most about his life. He can never stay at a place long enough to make some friends or you know do normal stuff the kids his age do like hanging out at eachother's place. Sometimes his life really sucks. He had practically no-one to just talk to or hangout of his age or even close to his age. He doesn't even have any siblings either just his dad for company which doesn't count because more often than not they don't talk except to argue. And there are somethings which he definitely can't talk to his dad about. Like you cannot just go to your oldman and ask , "Hey dad , I have a huge crush on this one girl Susan but she doesn't spare me a glance. What do I do ?". Yeah , he can just picture himself asking that question to the hunter almighty 'John Winchester'. Even thinking about it makes him snort because for one he doesn't remember having a conversation with his father which wasn't about hunting and which didn't end in either one of them slamming the door at the other and for two , you have to stay at one place long enough for even thinking about hitting on a girl.

"Dude, you alright ?" Lucas asked with a slightly worried expression when Sam didn't reply.

"Yeah man. I am sorry but I have to go with my dad, maybe next week ?" Sam cringed inwardly at the lie. Well it wasn't like the first time he had lied and with his family business it wouldn't be his last but it doesn't mean he have to like it.

"No problem, man. See ya." Lucas said and with one friendly pat on Sam's back he ran towards his brother who was standing across the school's parking lot flirting with Anne , the wonder girl who was school sweetheart and the dream of every boy.

Sam watched the teasing and playful bickering between Lucas and his older brother with a wistful expression. Times like these he really feels all alone and wishes more than anything to have an older sibling of his own so that he would have someone to always talk to, rely on and joke with no matter wherever he goes. He sighed and made his way towards the shit hole motel he was staying in.

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John looked up from the guns he was cleaning when his son entered the motel room. He took notice of Sam's hunched shoulders and a pinched expression on his face and wisely shut his mouth. He hated arguing with his only son and that was happening a lot nowadays because Sam was full of teenage angst. He knew anything he would say now or even if he simply asks Sam, 'How was your day ?' or maybe just 'You alright ?'. Either Sam wouldn't reply or would throw some sarcastic remark which would eventually result in him loosing his temper. Besides John knew what was bothering Sam. Contradictory to the popular belief (which means Bobby's , Ellen's, Caleb's and Pastor Jim's ) , he knew his boy enough to read his every expression. Sammy was upset because they were once again moving to a new town which means his kid was forced to leave everything behind.

Its not like John wants this life of hunting for his boy but he doesn't have a choice. They have to find the son of a bitch who killed Mary and more than that he wants to keep his son safe. He needs to make sure that Sam is fully prepared now that he knew whats out there lurking in the dark. Which means they have to give up the life of normal people and live the life of hunters even if they don't like it one bit.

"We leaving this place tomorrow ?" Sam asked from his spot on the bed furthest from the door.

"Yeah we are." John replied and quickly averted his gaze when he saw a resigned expression flickering on Sam's face. He was a hard man but still not hard enough to see his son suffering even if he doesn't show it. Sam was becoming more quiet with each passing day and he was at a loss of what to do. Bobby says that a kid of Sam's age needs some friends or someone around his age to keep him company and since Sam doesn't have anyone besides John , he was feeling lonely and bottling up his feelings which was not healthy. John would die before admitting that Bobby was right because the grizzly hunter has already an ego taller than Mount Everest but in truth Bobby was right.

Mary and he always wanted two kids and Sam was their second born. Their first born was a premature who died just hours later he was born. After that they tried for years to conceive and after several hardships and various doctor visits they were finally able to give birth to Sam. They were planning to adopt once Sam was old enough but they didn't get a chance because when Sam was four, Mary died and with her died their every dreams and hopes for a future. If only Sam would have a brother or a sister things wouldn't be so bad. But its not feasible now is it ?.

"We will be leaving at 5 so make sure you are all packed before you go to sleep." John said snapping out from his inner thoughts to focus on the present.

Instead of replying with a 'Yes sir' as John would have liked Sam lied down on the bed turning his back towards his father.

John sighed and didn't say anything and lost himself to the familiar task of cleaning his guns which never fails to calm his mind. Sometime around evening his phone rang. John glanced at the caller ID and smiled because it was his friend well more like a brother , Caleb , calling.

"Hey …..Yeah….What are the similarities between the missing men ?...You sure its our kind of gig ?...Shut up…. Okay… Minnesota got it."

Sam didn't get much from the one sided conversation his father was having with whoever was on the other line but he could guess from the small smile on his father's face when he picked up the phone and the relaxed way with which he was talking or well as relaxed as John Winchester could ever get it was someone they knew and they were going to Minnesota. Well another trip and another hunt and the lonely and pathetic life of Sam Winchester continues.

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Sam shoved his earphones in trying hard to drown out the sound of his dad's stupid country music blaring from the impala's speakers. He wondered if he maybe was adopted because he was really different from his dad. They don't match at all well if you overlook their stubborn nature. His dad loves country and classic rock while he was bluesy, emo Jackson or Death Cab For Cutie kind of guy. His dad was a mechanic before becoming a hunter so he loves everything about cars while Sam would take his books anyday over spending hours pouring himself over car engines unlike his dad. Even their food choices don't match. Sam would eat meat but he doesn't like it because well Sam is an animal lover and he would turn vegan in near future he was sure of it while his dad cannot have a meal without some meat in it. Sam prefers healthy food like salads while his dad prefers fried and cheesy food. So see , he was different in every way. His dad says he takes in after his mom so maybe he wasn't adopted just different. But being different sucks because there's no common ground for them to talk about except hunting and even in that area they end up arguing. Sam is now thirteen and would soon turn fourteen but his dad still treats him as if he was a kid which never fails to irritate him.

It was sometime around evening when they decided to make a stop for the night. After dropping their bags in the motel room. John turned towards his son and said,

"I am gonna go make us some cash. You stay here. Okay ?"

"Like I have a choice." Sam muttered under his breath and if John heard it he didn't show it and just made his way out shutting the door behind him.

John made his way inside the bar trying hard not to be too worried about Sam. But it was a lost cause , he could feel the distance growing rapidly between him and his kid everyday and try as he might he was freaking out , damnit. Sam is his only son and only family he had left. If not for his boy he would have eaten a bullet years ago. He sighed and let his eyes sweep out the bar trying to get a good look on tonight's crowd. The town he was staying in was a small town. There have been some cases of missing Truckers from a small diner at the outskirts of the town. The police wasn't able to find anything not that that surprised John. There was no trace left behind as to what has exactly happened to the men. But Caleb had called him to check it out and even if John wasn't sure if it was his kind of gig he owed his friend to atleast try and that's what exactly he will do starting from tomorrow. Tonight he would make some money.

"Hey sweetheart. Can I get a beer ?" A voice drawled besides John and John craned his neck to get a good look at the man no scratch that at a boy who had occupied the bar stool next to his.

"I would like to see some ID." The young blonde bartender replied politely.

"Sure." The boy said and fished through his jacket for a moment before slamming an ID card over the counter with an award winning smile. John would bet his right hand that it was a fake ID nevermind a pretty awesome one because god knows he had made it enough in his line of work to clearly identify a fake one from the original with just a look. The bartender didn't look too convinced but since she had gotten the ID proof from the kid she shrugged and left to bring the beer as ordered.

John tried to get a good look at the boy well at the same time trying not to come out as a staring creepy guy. He noticed the boy had short cropped hair kind of like an army cut. He was wearing a brown leather jacket. He was shorter than John but not by much. He was definitely not twenty one that's for sure.

"Take a picture , dude. It will last longer." The boy replied and John blushed slightly and cleared his throat a little.

"What ?" What an eloquent response John , really. He thought to himself.

"Nothing." The kid replied in a bored tone and continued to drink his beer which John didn't see before because he was staring at the kid while trying not to. Something about the kid gets to him. He didn't know what it was but there was just something he can't quite put his finger on yet.

"John Winchester." John introduced himself sticking his hand out. See that's another thing, he rarely used his real name while introducing himself to the strangers. He didn't know what possessed him to use his real name now but it was too late to take it back and he waited patiently for the kid to reply.

After a moment or two during which John was sure he would be ignored if the fact that the kid wasn't even looking at him was anything to go by. And as he was about to drop his hand , it was wrapped tightly in a surprisingly strong grip.

"Dean." The boy replied. John nodded and his throat suddenly closed up because 'Dean' was the name he and Mary had thought for their first born and then he cursed himself for getting all emo like some teenage girl due to some stupid coincidence. And if a little voice in his head said that today was 24th January , the day he became a father for the first time to his little Dean who was snatched from him just hours after being born and now here he was meeting another Dean with whom he could just feel a strange connection then that too was just a stupid coincidence and nothing more. He was a hunter damnit. He needs to behave like one and not like a chick from a hallmark movie.

"You up for some game ?" Dean asked jerking his head at the pool table tucked at the far corner of the bar.

"Sure kid." John replied before he could think and made his way towards the pool table rolling his eyes when Dean said "After you , grandpa." The kid was sarcastic he could give him that and a master at pool which John got to know sometime after loosing three games in a row and about hundred dollars to Dean.

John was a little confused as to how he lost because he never does and certainly not to some kid but here he was staring after Dean's back who was waving him backwards with John's money clutched tightly in his hands. Dean stopped before disappearing down the alley to glance one more time at John. John rolled his eyes heavenwards seeing the smug smile on the kid's face.

"Nice to meet you John." Dean replied and it was not his usual sarcastic or bored tone that he had used all evening but it was something different in his voice and by the time it took John to look at him , he was already gone.

John stood there for a long moment not knowing what he was expecting and after nothing happened he made his way back inside to earn some money and this time hoping he wouldn't lost.

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A/N : I am working on this new story. I know I should finish my other two first but this just came to me and I couldn't shake it off.

I hope y'all take time to review it. I wouldn't be updating as soon as I would like because of my studies. But this time hopefully it wouldn't be that long.

I am planning to write a new chapter for 'Adopted Sons' but I can't tell you when. I want to make some more headway with this story first.