Author: Myself
Spoilers: Nada so far
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, but if I did I would be uber-rich and uber-happy.
Summary: We have given the basic plot and the job the two brothers are headed for. Now it's time to introduce RIVAL brothers.
Author's Note: Originally Chapter 1 but for lack ofI don't know,I changed it. It just didn't sit well with me.

"Life will never be ordinary for us.
There are powerful forces out here, things that can't be explained.
So we protect those who are lost and afraid.
This journey is our burden, our secret, our destiny."--Sam Winchester

Chapter 2

Red Bank, New Jersey

August 14th, 1995

I opened my eyes, the pupils dilating wide in the center of dark chestnut colored eyes in under a split second. Blood was pumping through my veins so fast that I could almost swear that I was going to explode. My mouth was hanging open, gasping hard for breath, saliva dripping from the center of my lip like the condensation off an ice tea in the cradle of sweltering summer heat. There was this repetitive pounding in my temple, my vein there was protruding from lack of oxygen.

I shifted two blue eyes down to look at the cause of my worries and saw its two monstrous hands gripping my throat. I knew these hands, recognizing almost instantly the tattoo that ran from the forearm to the thumb, a grim reaper done in only black ink which was glaring at me knowingly from the underside of the arm. I didn't see but felt the blow to my face, a fist knocking me right in the eye and it was then that I had come into a full realization of my current situation. Sound bled into my ears like the low, humming dusk song of crickets in July; my surroundings appeared like the laying of bricks.

I was in my bedroom and my father was sitting on my waist choking me. I could hear my mother screaming, see her beating on his back, see him strike her back into my dresser and crumple on the floor. I knew why now he was choking me, I took the last hundred dollars from his wallet so I could get school supplies… apparently he didn't like the fact that his excuse "I'll take you next week" was getting old since it was now Indian Summer in August and he started saying that at the end of June. My brother had offered to pay but I refused.

My attention was soon drawn away as I saw a flash, something metal rising into the air and someone appearing under it. My mother reached for the figure, maybe to stop him maybe to urge him on I didn't know until she opened her mouth.

"DON'T! HE'S JUST DRUNK, CASSIDY!" My mother roared loudly from the floor. Cassidy is my older brother, my best friend, my protector. The guy was my savior, my own personal Jesus, he had the answers for everything and advice about anything. So when he came to my rescue that day… it was of no surprise.

Cassidy swung whatever it was in his hands into our father's back. It had the same effect on the man like a fly swatter on four inch thick steel would. Cassidy swung maybe three more times before I lost consciousness. I opened my eyes again to the sound of Cassidy yelling my name a bright light in my vision, it sounded like I was underwater but I knew it was just the drugs that they had given me. My body rocked back and forth on whatever I was laying on and I knew then that I was lying in an ambulance.

A woman with dark hair and dark eyes leaned over me with a flash light, her mouth moving but no sound was coming out. My eyes were feeling heavy again and just before I passed out I prayed to God that I wasn't deaf and, stupidly enough, that my father was okay. Cassidy would forgive me later for it, but he would understand. At the time I didn't know that she was the last thing I would see for a while.

I remember sitting up in the hospital bed when some happy nurse (Justine) asked me to, I remember her asking me how I was feeling, but what I don't remember is seeing anything afterward. I remember the cherry jello, the bad food, and the heart monitor beeping… and someone crying softly next to me but I don't know who, my mother I think.

The nurse had come back; she sat at the end of my bed, I felt it push down, and she held my hand. Bad news was definitely coming.

"Phineus… there's something that I think you need to know. Now the doctors said it has been enough time that you won't go into shock. Just know that I and your brother are here with you." She said sweetly. I had gotten to know her well over the course of two weeks time, she was amazingly nice, smart, funny, and her laugh was overly contagious.

"Cassidy's here?" I asked, my voice shaking and reaching with my other hand for him, his larger fingers sliding in mine and squeezing hard.

"I'm here, been here the whole time." He spoke, his soft country accent harder then normal.

"When can I take the bandages off my face?" I asked in the direction of my brother's voice but felt his hand let go and the heat linger above my hand for a moment before moving from the bed and to what I could only believe to be the window.

"Phineus… it's just that…" The nurse said her other hand now resting on the top of mine. "Today… they come off today and I want you to tell me what you see, okay?" Her voice was shaking but she was trying to be strong. I felt a shock of fear from it all… what the hell was going on? Cassidy was somewhere else and she was shaking… oh God.

"Take them off." I said but no one moved. "TAKE THEM OFF!" I screamed hysterically before ripping them off myself to reveal nothing, a black screen, a gaping hole, an endless nothing.

"Phin…" My brother spoke again, moving closer. "What do you see?"

"Nothing! I can't see anything, I CAN'T SEE!" I screamed, tears burning down my face. I moved from the bed, my legs slid off and landed on the cold tile. "Nothing… I see nothing… Cassidy… I can't see you." But I felt him; his arms hug around my head and hold me close to his heart.

"I know… I'm sorry Little Brother. I wasn't there, I didn't protect you… I'm sorry." I felt his chest rapidly jerking and knew he was silently crying, always silently.

I was 10 and he was 15, he was already an adult working for some paranormal investigators (he would drive to pick up their equipment and was in charge of the audio and video archives), going to school, and taking care of me and my problems. My brother had just beaten up four kids the week prior for picking on me. When I was 7 we made a promise after getting jumped that we would always protect the other. I guess he feels he broke it. I just lie and say to him that I was 7 and barely remember.

Cassidy felt guilty, because he couldn't save up the money for me so I took it from dad… it wasn't his job to provide for me, that's why we had parents but they were too poor or too stoned to make any real money. We lived in this real rundown duplex where all the crack dealers or broke people lived, there were gang fights, fires, drive by shootings, everything here almost everyday. My parents had no want or actual need to live else where, so generally if you lived in the duplexes you had to grow up virtually over night here. Cassidy was scared for me; a blind kid living in the "Druggy Duplexes" was something unheard of and, at the same time, frightening. People would come for me, he knew this, to use me, to beat me up, to… do other things I'm not comfortable mentioning… how could a blind kid ID a rapist or something? So he checked me out from the hospital and we left. That was the last time I saw my home or my parents. We never knew what happened to our father or mother.

5 years ago…

"This house is a freakin' mess." I said kicking something that had a metallic sound that I couldn't see out of my way.

"How can you tell? You can't even see." Cassidy asked grinning, punching me softly in the shoulder. You can always tell when someone is smiling when they talk… it just sounds different, maybe only I noticed because I was blind so my other senses were heightened.

"Yeah, that may be true, but I can feel… and smell. This is horrible." I said softly making my brother chuckle in return.

"Yeah but it's a cheap house, in a decent neighborhood where we can do our research and be left in peace." By research he meant paranormal investigating, it had apparently rubbed off on him and now me. Cassidy moved something in front of me, letting it bump my legs and placing one of my hands on it. "So sit down and I'll get cleaning." It was a chair, which felt about as old and disgusting as the house.

"What, our maid take the day off?" I asked sarcastically before moving around the chair and picking things off the floor that I could push with my walking stick, which doubled as a baton in the necessary situation. "I don't want to sit."

"Sit please… let me do this."

"Let me do something, god damn it!" I yelled loudly, hearing it echo back at me. "I am not helpless or USELESS." I moved around him instinctively feeling his hand rub my back.

"I know… I just wanted you to relax for a bit." He said resuming whatever it was he was doing. "And don't yell at me… just cause' you're blind don't mean I'm deaf." Cassidy laughed at his own joke before moving away.

"Real funny." I said moving my hand through what I could only imagine to still be dark blonde hair, my bangs resting on my forehead. It was short, but not less then two inches short. I had Cassidy cut it, his was shorted… maybe an inch or more and a lighter blonde then mine. He often asked me to describe things to him just to see that I could still remember. Trees, flowers, women… everything.

I heard something, footsteps, boots, someone else was moving behind me. I turned my now azure eyes searching but not seeing.

"Cassidy…?" I asked the room now silent. I moved, my cane swinging back and forth and hitting something hard. "Cassidy?"

"Phin… RUN!" I smelt the gun powder in the air before I ever heard the shots, butto my relief I never felt them.

"CASSIDY!" I ran through the room tripping over something on the ground, something soft and warm. "Cassidy…? Talk to me." Shaking hard, I placed a hand firmly on the person's chest and felt it rising and falling. In an instant it felt like lightning going through my body and into my brain, pressure forcing itself against my skull like my head was going to explode. I saw things for the first time in years but nothing I could remember, a man sitting on a train with a gun in his lap, someone robbing a convenient mart, a family that wasn't mine. I pulled my hand back from the body like I had stuck it into fire. I was seeing the memories of someone else.

"Phineus…" Someone whispered from the corner. "Are you okay?" It was Cassidy; I heard something shift when he moved.

"Yeah… you?" I asked unsure of what else to say.

"Yeah, seems that I just blew myself through our book shelf." Cassidy coughed before grabbing me under the arm and lifting me from the ground. His arms wrapped around me, his chin rested on the top of my head. Cassidy was taller then me by over 6 inches, topping out at 6'3" before he even became legal. I was still growing I had hoped, but doubted it.

"What kind of gun did you use to do that?" I asked against him and he shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling quickly.

"No gun… this might sound crazy but I think I did it with my mind, little brother." He breathed hoping I wouldn't pull away. I leaned closer, considering I had just had my own experience with mind powers.

"I believe you… I just had…"

"Thank God! Didn't want you thinkin' I was some freak or somethin'." Cassidy pulled away, his accent returning as he calmed down. I struggled with the thought to tell him but decided against it for now. I moved, my hand running down his jacket arm before I laced my fingers in with his and the intense pain returned in my head. I saw, felt, and smelled everything in the memories from gunpowder from his guns to the bonfire he had with his friends from school several months ago. It was like I had my vision back for the brief moment that I held onto his skin, it didn't happen when I touched clothes or hair I noticed.

"What?" Cassidy asked moving away from me, but grabbing my chin and surprising me. More memories of his, some we shared, flowed into my brain before he let go.

"What?" I asked back adjusting my stance. Any longer peaking inside his brain and I was sure my knees were going to buckle under me.

"Your eyes… they're starting to cataract. I thought that only happened to old people?" I knew he was scrutinizing me, searching me for the answer in my face and stance but I would let nothing go.

"I don't know." I kicked around until I found my cane and sat back down in the chair. I was exhausted mentally and physically from the assault on my mind. I knew why my eyes were starting to cataract, it was the memories of others that I was forcing in, your brain is like a tube it can only hold so many memories at certain stages in your life and I was exceeding my limit.

I felt something warm slide down my top lip and rubbed it with the back of my hand, and smelt the liquid substance which stunk of metal. Blood… it was blood. I had never once in my life had a nose bleed, but I knew know that I had to be careful of who I touched and what my mind consumed from others. I knew now that I was clairvoyant and my brother slightly telekinetic.

TBC for now. Sorry for the total upheavel of changing chapters, the setup wasn't to my taste really plus this chapterpoorly written.