A/N Sorry for long wait. This was my last vacation. I promise. Two more chapters coming. Thanks to Mel for being my first reader and to TheAmazingTecnocolorRingWraith for the beta work . The two combined make my life easier.

Review just to let me know if this story has readers or if it losing interest.

I'm done babbling, the chapter starts now.

Once upon a time there lived a little boy called Dean Winchester. He was a sweet kind of kid that loved spider man, watching TV with his father, and his mother's bed time stories and basketball. Who had friends who invited him over to their houses.

That child died the same night his mother did. Burned away by the same fire that tore his family apart. Took his mother away.

And from its ashes came Dean Winchester soldier, brother and hunter. A loner.

But in spite of his best to be perfect in every role he was still human. Still had dreams. Still wanted more that hunting. He was ready to follow his dreams...he really was. He was ready to fight for his freedom.

Until he saw that same dreams were in Sam.

A chance for a normal life, friends, maybe even college.

He even got a scholarship So like a big brother he promised to be all those years ago while was holding a infant and watching the life he knew burn away, he made choice. He gave it all up, gave it up for his brother.

It's what big brothers are supposed to do.

Years after Sam left he met Cassie. He fell in love for the first time in his life. Somehow Cassie managed to give him his dreams back. Pictures of what could be if he chose her played in his dreams. He gave Cassie up for his father and the vengeance that marked their family.

It's what loyal son's do.

It only stuck him after the demon took form of his father that all his life he gave up things and what he get in return? The only two people he had, his family, left him without a word.

Without an explanation. Without a backward glance.

Then he got a chance to start over, to start fresh. Away from his father and brother. A chance in the form of Michael Tanner. But he was still a Winchester; and no mater how angry or hurt he was a Winchester and a Winchester always picks his family. .

Until that night.

When the trust he had in his father and brother was broken in a single act.

And the last part of him that was human died. The last drop of Winchester blood in him was spilled that night. The last drop willingly given.

Then came Samantha, and new start. She wanted Dean. Not a protector. Not a soldier. She didn't demand or expect from him to be perfect. She didn't care that he was broken or lost. She didn't even blink when it became obvious he didn't know who he was.

After years of living under those standards it felt weird to meet someone who didn't need anything but him. Samantha settles with the Dean who is mostly quiet until his first coffee, the Dean who doesn't put the seat down, the Dean that loves old fashioned music and most importantly, she fell in love with the Dean who adores his Impala car and refuses to buy or drive another.

She settled with the man he didn't even know he could be. And yet he managed. Day by day he fell more and more her, and more and more he fell for his new life; the cranky boss, the little girl who woke him up by jumping on the bed, the clerk at the shop knowing his real name, the neighbors saying good morning or night or Michael showing up before work at 6 in the morning for coffee.

He should have seen this coming.

After his mother, Jess...he should have seen this coming. Life was too perfect. Too peaceful.

But he didn't. And like always, when he let his guard down...he lost everything.

But evil this time made one mistake. After years of destroying family, after years of looming over the Winchesters it made one fatal mistake.

He wasn't Samuel Winchester. He wasn't John Winchester either. He wasn't Dean Winchester anymore for the matter.

He was something far more dangerous.

He was a pissed off father ready to kill anything and anyone if meant getting his daughter back. Even if that meant killing his wife.

His hand pressed stronger on her throat.

"Let's start over"

Mary Winchester was really her fathers daughter.

From the moment she was brought here she was doing one thing...annoying them.

She glared at the man who took her out of her house.

"I can't wait"

He turned to her, for a moment puzzled.

The girl suddenly smiled. She was a true Winchester. Even when they are small, the Winchesters don't just lie down and die. They fight. When not psychically, then mentally and to the last breath.

"Can't wait for Daddy to come to kick your-"

The backhand hit stopped her from continuing that sentence. Green-brown eyes filled with tears as her face slowly turned color.

The possessed body smiled.

Satisfied.

Two Winchesters down; one more to go.

The glue holding the damn family together: Dean Winchester.

By the time the world came back to John Winchester Sam was long gone. The sun already burning.

Pushing the pain his back and head he rose to unsteady feet.

First Dean...now Sam.

What he hell was happening?

Or a better question; how to hell will he get the family back together?

The demon with his wife's face only smiled at the treat...promise in his voice.

There was something wrong here...

Suddenly Dean felt power hit him from the front, making him fly backwards.

Again.

But this time the Samantha imposter didn't wait or gloated.

She moved to the window, jumping thru it. Dean followed but it was too late. She was gone. The dent in the car all the evidence he needed.

His hands slammed on the windows edge, glass peaces breaking the skin of his palm without him noticing. He was far away in the future to feel such little pain.

"Shit" he spun around" Fuck-"

He turned ready to head for the doors, ready to finish this once and for all...only to come face to face with the barrel of a gun.

Even in growing irritation his inner smart-alec, the one Samantha both loves and hates, gave a grin. "Hello there."

Michael stared down at the nurse, "Where is Mrs. Winchester?"

The nurse, a good looking woman who would draw anyone's attention typed in the name. He was too irritated to notice the fleeting looks she was giving him.

"Room-"

"Freeze!"

He spun around, years of working as a cop coming back to him in a flash. By the pure memory of his old job adrenalin filled his body, all his senses went on high alert in order to find the source of the voice.

Shaking his head at his stupidity he pushed the feeling on dread away. You paranoid freak, Dean's right, you really need to relax more in life.

"-362" said the voice behind him.

Feeling like time was running out he broke into a run.

Sam suddenly stopped, turned and blinked.

There was a brown haired woman in front of him. She gave a satisfied grin. The cat that just ate the canary type of grin.

"There you are" she moved" I started thinking you weren't going to show up"

In one move she had him on the ground unconscious, brown eyes on him" You just made my life a hell lot easier"

The body stayed silent.

"Get the van ready"

Her companion emerged from the darkness into the shadow and moved back to the busy street.

The cop gripped the gun nervous as, his fingers twitching. Figures, a rookie.

Dean moved to raise his arms but the already nerves rookie lost it. He did what cops call a rookie mistake, following a rookie thinking.

The silence of the room was broken by a single shot, followed by a scream as a body crumpled to the floor.

Then nothing.

It came to him too late. He was bleeding from the head.

Bad.

It came to him on his way to the pick up trunk parked in the back. It came to him when he slipped down the side of the car, right to the ground because his legs were
too weak to hold him upwards.

Gray dots were swimming in front of his eyes.

Suddenly a warm touch was on his face, he forced his eyes to open. The picture of the world was blurry.

First thing that he noticed was the blond hair, second were the eyes filled with worry as they checked his injuries from last nights hunt.

"Mary?"

The figure stilled, blond hair framing her face, those soulful eyes meeting his.