A Hunter's Tale.
By Freddyfrmelmst
Disclaimer: I Don't own Supernatural this a work of Fan Fiction Written for fun not Profit
It's amazing and as much as this sounds like the opening to a Penthouse Forum letter I would never have believed it could happen until it happened to me.
I was your average Supernatural Fan I had the DVDs, The Books, the T-Shirts and yes I will even admit a few of the Prop Replicas hanging on my wall. Then came the day that I was in a Car Accident and I woke up in a motel room and I am face to face with Chuck.
"I'm dead aren't I?"
"Kind of but I had need of someone to try something new and I decided to bring in some outside help."
Chuck smiled.
"Can I ask what you are going to try or with this be you working in mysterious ways?"
Chuck just smiled and snapped his fingers and by mind was flooded with memories of a second life.
"Ok so not so mysterious then." I grunted as fought through the headache that came with the new memories.
"I need a ringer to prevent things from getting too bad and I know about those Fanfiction stories you wrote."
I winced yes I had been that big of a geek. "I loved some of your ideas so I made them part of your back story.
"You'll find your stuff in the duffels. There's also a map to the Roadhouse in your glovebox. Your van is out front I'm sure you'll be able to tell which one."
"Will I be seeing you again?"
Chuck smiled "Not til season 4."
And with that Chuck was gone.
I raced to the bathroom and looked at myself in the Mirror and Snorted. I still looked like me put was a few years Younger and little bit more muscular.
"Not bad." I walked back to the Duffel Bags Chuck had left and I decided to get acquainted with my new life. Since I am dead from a car crash or in a coma and I am imagining this. Either way I was going to enjoy the ride.
Opening the bag I found an Angel Sword with the name Daniel on the blade, my Hunter's Journal, a ledger and a box with a key inside.
It seemed Chuck had crafted my identity from fanfiction stories and idea notes. I was a History major with a minor in Criminal Justice and I had discovered something in the Course of a Research Paper I was writing about how Different events of the 60's and 70's affected the rest of history from a Criminal Justice Standpoint and I discover a Grigori that was causing mass casualty events to feed of the souls of the wounded to try and force his way back into heaven.
I was saved by another Grigori that had been trying to stop him from caring out his insane plan. The Grigori Daniel had saved my life and then did something I would not believe possible he passed his Grace and his Angel Sword to me. He told me he planned to live and die as a human and hope that he his life was over God would let him go home.
Don't think that having his grace made me and Angel or gave me his powers, not by a long shot. All it does it prevent me from be possessed by Demon or Angel alike. That and it let me hide the angel sword.
After that experience I finished School while I trained and set up my Hunter Covers.
First I got a federal gun dealer's license and a private investigator's license. So my Official Job and Cover is I buy and sell guns mostly antiques for money and I am a PI with a bunch of semi connected cases and files that would be enough to link them to whatever hunt I happen to be on.
And the best part they were all legal and above board a rare thing as Hunter covers go.
Gathering up my stuff I decided to head for the Roadhouse and see what I can find.
Stepping outside to load my van, I found God has a sense of Humor. It was the A-Team Van.
Stepping inside the Roadhouse all I had to set my jaw so I wasn't smirking as I walked into a place that had once only existed on TV for me.
"Welcome to Harvelle's what can I get you?" asked Ellen as I walked in.
"Burger and a Coke would be good." I smiled.
Looking around the Roadhouse I clocked Ash under the Pool Table and the multiple hidden weapons around the room. Thank you for that Chuck. It must have been like what Jason Borne felt like when he was operating on instinct.
"Just a coke?" Ellen asked with a smirk.
I pulled a book, note book and a pair of reading glasses out of my bag. "Got some research to do as I eat. Need to keep a clear head, subtext is important with this stuff." I told her as I took a seat the bar and put my glasses on.
Ellen looked at the book and snuck a peak at my notebook and her eyes widened as she read the words Yellow Eyed Demon= Azazel.
"You're a Hunter aren't you?" Ellen asked.
"That's right." I answered.
"You're hunting a Yellow Eyed Demon?" She asked her focus was leveled right on me.
"Not quite. I used to be a Criminal Justice Major in College before I found my way into Hunting I was doing a research paper on the phenomena of Mass Murder pre-1980's to show that it hasn't been a recent thing it's just more well-known now. One of the cases I used was a Massacre in a Church in 1972 a priest whacked a bunch of nuns and claimed a demon made him do it."
"Where was this?" Ellen asked having never heard of such a thing,
"IIchester Maryland. The Priest was doing life without parole. They thought he snapped or something and he's been in lockup since. But I found him and a Witness who claimed to have seen him. A young lady studying to be a Nun, She claimed she has witnessed the Priest with Yellow Eyes before he bellowed out a Black Smoke and dropped. She was the one who called the cops. I spoke to them both of them and got the story from them."
"So you just stumbled on to this information?" Ellen asked her interest clearly peeked.
"Yeah. I also had a case a few weeks ago where a man was killed trying to find a Yellow Eyed demon to save his Daughter Ava. Guy summoned a Cross Roads Demon to find out who was holding the Contract on his Daughter. He believed his wife sold their Unborn Daughter's Soul to a Demon with Yellow Eyes to save his life after he was shot in the Line of Duty while he was a Police Officer. The two pieces just clicked so it's a side project I started researching."
Ellen nodded and walked to the Kitchen.
"Hey man I heard you tell Mom you were a Hunter." Looking down the bar stood Jo Harvelle.
"Yes I am and not looking for any partners or hunts right now just looking for a meal and some time to finally do some research." I answered back trying not to geek out at having the real Joanna Beth Harvelle notice me.
Jo's eyes narrowed at me and I could feel the glare.
"You must think you are hot shit if you thought I was coming to you looking for a Partner Hunting or Otherwise?"
The urge to roll my eyes was extreme, the chip on her shoulder was ridiculous.
"No just experience. Anytime a woman has approached me in a Hunter Hangout they are looking to pawn off a hunt or looking for some schmuck to do the heavy lifting on a hunt and think that by batting their lashes at me I will cave. Just because I look like I was an AV Geek in High School."
Jo laughed.
"It's the glasses."
I huffed. "I spend many an evening over large old books. Eye Strain is an occupational hazard."
Jo just nodded.
"Actually I was looking for a second set of eyes for a hunt I was putting together and was wondering if you could take a look at it" She set a folder down on the table.
"Looking to make sure it's not out of your weight class?" I asked as I looked over what looked to be a simple case of a ghost turned vengeful spirit. Simple salt and burn.
Jo nodded no. "Mom won't let me hunt so I'm hoping that if I bring her cases to pass on to other hunters she will relax about me researching and learning stuff. Then down the road a bit get her to ease off the no hunting thing.
"Game of Inches got it." The Expression on her face told me she hadn't heard of that phrase.
"You have a goal insight but something is blocking you and watching making sure you done run past and get there. So instead you move an inch at a time so they don't notice until you are at your goal and they have noticed because you moved an inch at a time over a long period of time."
The Kitchen door swung open and Ellen appeared with my Burger and a serious look on her face.
"Hey kid I got a Hunter coming to meet you. He has been hunting a Yellow eyed demon over 20 years. He's never even got the Demon's name he wants to meet you."
"Winchester?" I asked.
Ellen nodded. "John Winchester that's right."
"Fuck."
"Problem there Glasses?" Jo asked.
"Family issues." I answered.
Ellen looked at me.
"You don't look like the pictures I've seen of John's boys so who is he to you?"
"I'm his son Adam's Cousin. We've met a few times. Adam even helped patch me up after a hunt and he knows what I do. So I'm the guy that introduced the one son he has kept out of this life to the Supernatural. This will not end well trust me."
The Harvelle's looked shocked as I rattled off my history. In my stories I often felt Adam got shafted so my stories often brought him back from the cage or kept him from ending up Michael's meat suit.
"He said he was a few hours away asked I keep you here til he can get here." Ellen admitted.
I put on a face that said I'd rather have root canal without Novocain. "Can't dodge him forever I'll be here."
Ellen nodded. "Meals on the house, drinks too if you need a little Dutch courage."
"No thanks best be clear headed, but what's your policy on a Shotgun hidden under the table for personal protection." I asked with a straight face.
"If it was anybody but John I'd say no but I know how he can get. As long as it's just rock salt we're good kid."
I nodded. "Rock Salt is just fine I just don't want him killing my ass before I can explain myself."
"Such a nice ass too." Jo muttered not knowing she said it out loud."
Taking off my Glasses I looked around the Bar.
"You know Ms. Harvelle for a Hunter's bar I've noticed a lack of protective sigils and symbols on this place."
"Sigils?" Ellen asked.
I nodded and reached into my bag and pulled out a book and flipped a few chapters in looking for the right information.
"Protection Sigils." I told her as I showed her the book.
"These really work?" she asked as she looked them over.
"Never sleep any place without putting them up." I admitted.
"Smart." Jo commented.
"Better safe than sorry. You'll live longer that way."
Jo just laughed.
Ellen's eyes narrowed on me for a second. All I could think was shit I'm on her radar now.
I quietly went back to my research as Jo and Ellen began to put the Sigils around the bar taking advantage of the near empty roadhouse as I awaited the arrival of John Freaking Winchester.
Little more than two hours later I heard a rumble of muscle car engine and figured it was the Impala.
A few minutes later in walked Jeff Dean Morgan or as he was known in this world John Winchester, and following on his six was the one and only Dean Winchester.
"Fuck he brought Dean."
I kept my eyes down but I caught Ellen pointing me out.
"You the One with the Info on the Yellow Eyed Demon?" Came John Gruff voice.
"Why yes I am John and it's nice to see you again." I answered with a small safe smile and I got to enjoy the look of pure shock on John's face.
"Joseph?" John asked not believing what he was seeing.
"The One and Only."
"Dad you know this guy?" Dean asked
I cocked an eye at John like I didn't know. "Dad huh?" I asked.
John slummed into the chair across from me.
"Dean this is Joseph Klemm he is family Dean."
Dean walked up to the table and gave me the once over.
"Family huh?"
I looked at Dean then turned to John. "You want to explain or should I?"
John gave me a look that said if I opened my mouth he'd kill me.
"I'll explain later Dean. Now Joseph what do you have on the Demon."
I reached down to my bag and pulled out a file and slid it over to John.
John flipped it open with a look like he was going to be disappointed by what was in the file then he stopped dead.
"You have his name?" John asked as he looked up at me.
"That and a lot more." I nodded.
After a minute John looked at me with tears in his eyes.
"Mary?"
"Yeah she did to save you. It's why she mostly stopped."
Dean looked at me like a wolf ready to attack.
"Your mother came from a long line of Hunters Dean. Her family was killing Monsters on the Mayflower. Your Grandfather Samuel has one of the biggest kill counts of any Hunter in History. He was killed by the Yellow Eyed Demon along with your Grandmother Deana and your Dad. But Yellow eyes made a deal with her. She'd bring you dad back to life if in ten years' time he could enter your house freely for one night. It's what this sick fuck does he takes people to their lowest and then offers them a deal to give them some hope. A deal with no apparent downside for them. No Selling your Soul no going to hell just something that wouldn't matter in that moment when you would agree to anything to get out of the Darkness he just dropped you in. That's why you've had zero contact with the Campbell side of your family, they disowned her when they found out she made a deal. She became a family cautionary tale. One of her cousin's told me about her when I met Gwen on hunt about a year ago."
John looked damn near broken.
"Why did the demon do it?" He asked.
"Sport."
"What do you mean sport?" Dean Snarled. His anger at his dad's state and the damage to his memories of his mother boiling over.
"He is creating Psychic Powered Kids. He is planning on a Death Match between all the kids he tainted and the Winner is going to be Strong Enough to literally open the Gates of Hell and loose all kinds of nasty shit on the world.
Dean's head snapped to his father "Sammy?" John just nodded.
"Ok Let's go we hit the road and we can be in Cali by tomorrow we explain everything to Sammy then we find this yellow eyed fuck and gank his ass."
"Not that simple Dean. Sam has been tainted by Demon's Blood. As of this moment we have no way to get it out of him." I explained.
Dean looked at me his eyes almost black.
"Then find a fucking way."
"That's part of what I am researching here Dean. It's not just Sam it's however many kids that this Demon dosed."
"Dean he's right it's not just about Sam." John told him.
Dean looked ready to kill.
"I'm not saying that saving your Brother isn't high up on the priority list Dean. I'm saying it's not something easy and it needs to be looked into because it's not just his ass that's one the line."
"And where exactly are you going to find out about getting demon's blood out of my brother?" Dean demanded.
Thankfully Chuck had prepared me for this one.
"Their used to a Secret Society known as the Men of Letters. They were the Researchers and Brains behind a lot of Hunters over the Years. They were all but wiped out in the 50's but most of their Research and Information was stored in Storehouses all over the County. I met one of the Surviving Members a few weeks ago he gave a key to one of their Storehouses. The Main Bunker is Holy Grail of Demon Hunting Research but it's locked up tighter then Millionaire's asshole on Tax Day. And no one knows what happened to the key. But the Key I have will get me into the Store House where they kept all copies on all records on Human Creature Interaction. Like what medically will happen after contact with different things. It's basically the medical wing of the Men of Letters. I'm hoping to find something there that can help the tainted kids."
John looked me dead in the eyes. "Do you think save Sam?"
"John I just don't know I can't rule it out. There are rituals I've seen to purge all kinds of shit from the human body. And that's just the religious shit I looked into, who knows what the Men of Letters found out."
John nodded.
"Dean go out to the car and get my Journal." John ordered his son.
Dean snapped to and headed for the door.
"Does Adam know about any of this?" He asked in a low voice.
I'd been wondering when he would get to this.
I gave a brief nod. "He saw me kill a Werewolf that was planning on making a meal of a Cheerleader at his School. And he followed me on a salt and burn in Windom. I've tried to keep him as far from this shit as possible while still having him learn to protect himself."
John smirked.
"You're the one got him started on the Karate classes."
"Seemed like a good start."
John nodded. "Thanks for that."
Dean came back and set John's Journal on the table.
"Dean have a seat I will explain how Joseph is Family and then we are going to plan out what we are going to do to save Sam."