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Starring…

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as John Winchester

Samantha Smith as Mary Winchester

Katheryn Winnick as Angel Winchester

Dove Cameron as Teen Angel Winchester

Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester

Ridge Canipe as Young Dean Winchester

Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester

Alex Ferris as Young Sam Winchester

Jim Beaver as Bobby Singer

Chris Pine as Asa Fox

Adrianne Palicki as Jessica Moore

Prologue: 22 years ago Lawrence, Kansas

Crickets chirped outside of a suburban house where a large deciduous tree with no leaves stood. In the nursery of the home a woman in a white nightgown, Mary Winchester, carried a small four year old boy, her son Dean, as well as held the hand of a grinning six year old girl, her daughter Angel, as she led them to the crib of her newborn baby, Sam.

She smiled lovingly at the two before leaning over the side of the crib to grin down at the cooing baby boy, "Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother."

Angel tiptoes over the side of the crib and kissed his nose, "Goodnight Sammy. Sweet dreams."

Dean did the same from Mary's arms and kissed his forehead, "'Night, Sam."

Mary leaned over Sam as well and brushed his hair back before kissing his forehead, "Good night, love."

A man's voice was heard from behind them, happiness evident, "Hey, kids."

Dean and Angel turn simultaneously to see their dad, John in a USMC T-shirt, grinning at the doorway.

The two grin ecstatically and take off for him, "Daddy!"

"Hey you two." He quickly scooped them both up in his arms giving kisses as he lifted them, "So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean shook his head as he laughed, "No daddy."

Angel grinned, "He can't even walk yet!"

John laughed with them, "Guess you two are right."

Mary passed by John and the kids on her way out of the room but stopped, reaching for Angel, "You get Dean. I'll get Angel?"

Angel hugged her father tighter, "Mommy can daddy tuck me in too?"

She smiled lovingly, "Sure sweetie."

Mary looked to him questioningly and he nodded, "I got it." Nodding she gave her daughter a kiss before she left the room, and John hugged them both closer before sending a smile to his youngest son, "Sweet dreams, Sam."

John carried them out of the room, flipping off the lights on his way. Sam watched them go, gurgling, then reached for his toes happily. The baseball-themes mobile above his head begins to spin on its own while he watches and the transportation themed clock on the wall ticks twice before it stops. Then the moon shaped night light on the stand flickers.

Later on, in John and Mary's bedroom the lights flicker on the baby monitor sitting on the nightstand. Strange noises come through on the monitor causing Mary to stir.

She turns on the light, "John?"

Looking around she notices she's alone so she gets up and walks down the hallway to Sam's nursery. She sees the silhouette of John standing over Sam's which made her a bit curious.

Mary studied them, "John? Is he hungry?"

John turned his head, "Shhh."

She smiled, "All right."

Turning, she headed back down the hallway but stopped when the light by the stairs started to flicker. Frowning, she went to tap on it and it steadied. As she was about to turn and walk away, more flickering came from downstairs so she went to investigate. A war movie played on the tv as John was asleep on the chair, snoring steadily.

Panic struck Mary as she realized whoever was with her baby wasn't John and she took off back upstairs, "Sammy! Sammy!"

Upon hearing Mary's scream from upstairs John jolts awake and scrambles out of the chair before bolting up stairs, "Mary? Mary!"

He ran straight into the nursery but the room was quiet and appeared empty except for Sam, who was still awake in his crib.

John glanced around and pushed the side of the crib down, "Hey, Sammy. You okay?"

Something dark drips next to Sam catching John's eyes. He touched it curiously and two more drops landed on the back of his hand. It looked like blood. Puzzled, John looks up to see Mary sprawled across the ceiling. The stomach of her nightgown drenched in blood. She stared at John struggling to breathe.

John collapsed onto the floor staring at her in grief, "No! Mary!"

She bursts into flames and the fire spreads over the ceiling as John stares frozen in shock and fear. Sam wailed jerking him back to reality and he quickly scooped the baby out of his crib before sprinting out of the room

Angel and Dean, who were awoken by the screaming and commotion, walked through the hall trying to investigate. Dean gripped his big sister in fear as they saw the fire erupt from Sam's room and their father bolt out of there holding the baby.

"Daddy!"

John shoved Sam into Angel's arms and looked her in the eye, "Take your brothers outside as fast as you can and don't look back!"

"But dadd-"

"Now, Angel, go!"

Angel turned with the baby as well as Dean who was still gripping her tightly and bolted out of the house as John ran back to the nursery.

"Mary!" The entire room was engulfed in flames and Mary herself could barely be seen, "No!"

Outside Angel ran with her brothers to safety and held them both close.

She gripped Dean tightly as he whimpered in fear, "It's okay. It's- It's gonna be okay."

She looked up to Sam's window and was gripped with more fear when it exploded in fire.

John ran outside of the house, quickly scooping his kids up and carrying them to safety, "I gotcha. It's okay, it's okay."

Present Day: Salem, MA

Angel Winchester stood in front of a crappy motel bathroom mirror as she studied her face closely. The shower roared on behind her still so she had to wipe away the steam. Her green eyes sparkled in the mirror brilliantly, a trait she shared not only with her late mother but her younger brothers as well.

At 28 years old she was almost the spitting image of her mother before she passed, only with a few of her dad's traits as well. She held her mothers eyes and hair but her fathers prominent smile. She ran a brush through her long blonde hair before placing her nose stud back in its place. Grabbing her clothes she slipped on a pair of jeans, combat boots and a tank top over the tribal tattoos that lined her left arm. She slipped the chain that held her mothers wedding bands as well as the silver cross her brothers gave her when they were kids, over her neck. Her lips turned down in a frown as she eyed the nasty gash like bruise that was settled just below her chin from her most recent hunt. Sighing, she plopped herself into one of the motel chairs and opened her laptop. Before she could begin her research, banging sounded from the door making her tense.

Quickly she grabbed her black engraved Beretta M9/92, checked if it was loaded, and then cocked it before heading to the door. She opened the door until the chain stopped it, with the gun being held on the other side out of sight, and met eyes with her little brother: Dean.

He grinned at her, "Hiya, sis, busy?"

Angel smirked at him but shut and unlocked the chair so she could open the door to see him, "Always." A click was heard as she uncocked the gun and set it down, "You done with your hunt already?"

"Yeah, uh, finished a few days ago." He noted the research spread around, "You still workin'?"

"This is Salem, D, I'll probably be here for a few." She stepped in his way before he could come in when she heard the shower shut off, then looked over his shoulder to the empty impala, "Where's dad?"

"Thats why I'm here." He pushed his way in, "Can I come in or what?"

"Babe?" A man's voice sounded as he stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, a man Dean himself didn't recognize because they'd never met, Asa Fox, "Are my pants out here- oh."

He stopped, shocked to see another man in the hotel room. Ever the hunter, his eyes shifted from the strange man to his own gun on the nightstand not sure if the newcomer was a threat or not. He cleared his throat.

"Uh… hello." Asa sent a look to a mortified Angel who had a hand over her face but otherwise motioned that Dean wasn't a threat, "I'm Asa… you are…?"

Dean crossed his arms but looked at his sister like he'd caught her in some big secret.

He laughed stiffly, "Uh, Dean. Dean Winchester. I'm her, uh, brother." He pointed awkwardly, "You guys… ?"

"Alright. Out. Get out." Angel snapped pushing her little brother through the door before smiling apologetically at Asa, "We'll be outside Ace. Sorry."

He sighed smiling at her, "Sure thing. It's fine."

Grabbing her jacket she walked outside after her brother, "Really, Dean? Who just barges into someone's room like that?"

He laughed, "Well, I didn't know you weren't alone. It's not like you working with other hunters is a normal thing." He looked at his sister pointedly, "That your secret boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend is a strong word."

Her knowing look make Dean grimace, "Oh, gross!" She laughed and he shook his head, "Just forget I asked."

"Done." She motioned, "Now, you were saying about dad?"

"He's missing." She raised a questioning brow so he explained, "You remember that last hunt he was on? Well he hasn't come back yet and he's not returning or answering any of my calls. I gave him three days. We need to buckle down and find him." She nodded in agreement before studying his face as he went on, "I mean all of us, Angel."

She scoffed, "No, have you lost your mind? Sams in college, Dean. Freakin' Stanford for Christ sakes. He got out. I'm not going to be responsible for plunging him back in."

"He's gonna want in." Dean pushed, "And we need him for this."

"We need him for a hunt? We haven't needed him for a hunt in years. He left and hasn't contacted us since." She scoffed, "So from where i'm standing, we're more than capable of finding dad without bringing him back in."

"Don't be like that, Angie." Dean looked her over like she should know better to which she glared at, "I mean, he's still our little brother and he deserves to know that dads in trouble.

Angel unclenched her jaw before shaking her head, "Fine." She pointed, "But i'm not begging him to come with us, Dean. If he wants to keep his life separate then we're leaving. No fights, no pushing."

He put his hands up, "Scouts honor."

She glared, "You weren't in the scouts."

At his grin she shook her head and walked inside out collect her things

Palo Alto, CA: Stanford

Angel walked over to the fire escape Dean was going to scour so he could sneak in through Sam's window.

She rolled her eyes, "I still don't see why you don't just knock."

"Are you kidding me? As soon as he saw it's me he'd probably pretend not to be home."

"Okay, pick the lock to the front door."

"It's more fun this way." Dean grinned, rubbing his hands together, "Alright, you stayin' out here?"

"Handle it, little brother." She faked a smile, "You have all my faith."

Chuckling, Dean climbed the fire escape and quickly made his way inside through the window like he said he would. Angel shook her head as she heard the idiot make a loud thump upon entering. Turning she headed inside the apartment building so she could listen from the front door.

Inside, as Dean got up from his tumble and entered the next room, another man, Sam, lunged forward and grabbed him. Dean knocks Sam's arm away and aims a strike at him, which he ducks. Dean grabs Sam's arm, swings him around, and shoves him back. Sam kicks but gets blocked, then pushed back into another room. Dean elbows Sam in the face and Sam kicks at his head. Dean ducks and swings but Sam blocked it. Dean knocks Sam down and pins him to the floor, one hand at his neck and the other holding his wrist.

Dean laughed, "Whoa, easy, tiger."

Sam breathed hard, scowling up at his brother, "Dean?" He laughed again and Sam scoffed, "You scared the crap out of me!"

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Sam grabs Deans hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Deans back and knocking Dean to the floor, "Or not." Dean taps him, "Get off of me."

Sam rolls to his feet pulling his brother up with him, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for a beer."

He put his hands on Sam's shoulder, shakes once, and then lets go.

Sam watched him, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Okay. Alright." Dean turned to him seriously, "We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone?"

"If I'da called, would you have picked up?"

Sam's girlfriend Jess, who was wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt, came downstairs.

She turned the light on and looked around in confusion, "Sam?"

The boys turned their heads to her in unison, "Jess, hey." He turned a warning look to his brother who was eyeing her appreciatively, "Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

Jess smiled nervously, "Wait, your brother Dean?"

Sam nodded, as Dean grins at her and moves closer, "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you…" He smirks, coming to stand right in front of her, much to Sam's dismay, "You are completely out of my brother's league."

Jess nodded slowly before she motioned, "Just… let me put something on."

Dean shook his head, "No, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." He smiled as he backed over to Sam, who was still watching him with a stony expression, "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No." Sam goes over to Jess and puts an arm around her, "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay…" Dean turns to look at them both straight on, "Um… Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam scoffed, "So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

At that comment Angel, who had been listening as she picked the lock on the front door, opened it and stepped into view. Sam's expression read even more shock as did his girlfriends. Dean ducked his head and looked back up at her warily at Angel, noting the irritated glint her eyes.

Angel's green eyes pierced her youngest brothers in a warning, "Hey, Sammy… Long time no see."

Sam's eyebrows shot up, "Angel?"

He was shocked to see Dean but even more so at the sight of their older sister. When he left, she took it the hardest after their father. While she understood he didn't want to be a hunter for the rest of his life, that he wanted a chance at a normal life, she wasn't expecting him to cut all of them out of it completely. She took it personally when he left and even more so when he dropped all contact.

"Your sister too?" Jess huffed a breath, still a little shocked and confused, "Wow… you guys planning a family reunion or something?"

"Nice to meet you… Jess." Angel smiled at her before turning her eye to her youngest brother, "Look, what Dean means is… Dad's on a hunting trip, and he's gone ghost for a few days."

Sam's expression doesn't change while he takes this in and Jess glances up at him, "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

After putting on jeans and hoodie, Sam led the three of them outside.

"He's in trouble, Sam." Angel started, "We just thought you'd wanna know."

"But I mean, come on. You two can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you."

"Actually, Deans the one that broke in." Angel quipped, "I waited patiently outside until you started being a brat."

"You picked the lock to the front door."

"Whatever. You're not hearing what we're saying, Sammy. Dad's missing. We need to find him."

"You two remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton?" Sam pointed out. "He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine."

"Not for this long." Dean stops and turns around causing the two of them to stop as well, "Now, are you gonna come with us or not?"

Sam dismissed them, "I'm not."

Dean looked over, "Why not?"

"I swore I was done hunting. For good."

Angel started back down the stairs followed by Dean and then Sam, "Look, our life wasn't easy in the least, Sam, but don't make it out to be some terrible upbringing. It could have been a lot worse."

"Yeah?" He countered, "When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."

"And I corrected that by letting you sleep with me and telling you I'd protect you from said closet monsters, did I not?" Dean snickered but stopped at her look as they stopped at the door to the outside, "And anyway, what was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."

"Don't be afraid of the dark?" Dean repeated with a scoff, "Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her…" They both looked away from him at that, "But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything else we can find."

"We save a lot of people doing it, too."

There was a pause in conversation at Angel's comment before Sam trekked on, "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Dean rolls his eyes as Angel slams the door open and they start down another short flight of stairs that leads to the parking lot, "The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Face it, the three of us were raised like warriors."

"Yeah we were, and you know what? We're better for it to this day. He prepared us for the shit out there that could kill us in seconds, Sam. Yeah dad was a gruff son of a bitch as we grew up but you two still had me." Angel shook her head, "I did everything I could to raise you two with what dad couldn't. I tried to take mom's place the best I could at that age. So excuse me if i get a little offended when you bash your upbringing." They crossed the parking lot to the impala, and Angel turned to him glaring, "So? What are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life with your head in the sand? Is that it?"

Sam's jaw clenched. He never really had the gull to go up against his big sister in a fight, even as a rebellious teenager. His dad, he had no problem challenging. Angel was a different story.

"No. Not normal." Sam corrected, "Safe."

Dean looks away from him, scoffing, "And that's why you ran away."

Angel crossed her arms and Sam sighed, "I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."

"So that means, what? Just drop your brother and sister like we're nothing?" He was about to counter but she brushed him off, "Look, this isn't about that. This is about Dad. He's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. We both feel it." Sam is silent so she pushed on, "We can't do this alone, Sam."

"Yes you can." He motioned, "You've got each other. You don't need me."

Dean looks down, "That's not the point. We don't want to do it without you." He pointed to Angel, "Plus, she's kind of overbearing. It'd be nice to have someone else to out vote her." A first landed on his shoulder painfully, "Ow!"

"Shut up."

Sure she was 28 but her brothers always had a hand in making her feel like she was 17 again.

Sam laughed watching them then sighs and looks down, thinking, before looking back up at them, "What was he hunting?"

Dean opened the trunk of the impala triumphantly. Then the spare-tire compartment which was an arsenal. He propped the compartment open with a shotgun and dug through the clutter.

"All right, let's see…" Dean shuffled around, "Where the hell did I put that thing?"

Sam looked from him to Angel, "So when Dad left, why didn't you two go with him?"

"I was in Salem for another hunt." She kicked out at Dean who was going to make a snarky comment and smiled when he hissed out in pain, "Few pissed off witch spirits."

"And I was uh, working this voodoo thing, down in New Orleans."

Sam eyed them, "And Dad just let you two go on a hunting trip by yourselves?"

Dean looks over at him pointedly, "I'm twenty-six, dude. She's 28. I think we can handle it." He pulls some papers out of a folder, "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy…" He hands one of the papers to Sam, "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

Sam reads it and glances up, "So maybe he was kidnapped."

"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." Dean tosses down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentions, "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two… Ten of them over the past twenty years." He takes the article back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder, "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road." Dean pulls a bag out of another part of the arsenal, "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him for a few days, which is bad enough. So I went to Salem and got Angel and we just got this voicemail yesterday."

He grabs a handheld tape recorder and presses play. The recording is staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up but their father's voice sounded from it.

"Angel, Dean… something big is starting to happen… I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may… Be very careful. We're all in danger."

Dean pressed stop and Sam pointed, "You know there's EVP on that?"

Dean grinned, "Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?"

Sam shook his head.

"Anyway." Angel interjected, "We slowed the message down, ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and…"

She motioned to Dean who presses play again.

A woman's voice sounded, "I can never go home…"

Sam repeated with a frown, "Never go home."

Dean drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk to lean on it, "You know, in almost two years neither of us has ever bothered you, never asked you for a thing."

Sam looks away at their eyes and sighs before looking back, "All right. I'll go. I'll help you two find him." Dean sends a knowing 'i told you so' look to Angel before nodding at Sam, "But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."

He turns to go back to the apartment then turns back when Angel asks, "What's happening first thing Monday?"

"I have this… I have an interview."

"What, a job interview?" Dean waved, "Skip it."

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."

Angel looked him over impressed, "Law school huh?"

Sam smirked, "So we got a deal or not?"

Dean says nothing but Angel shrugged, "Good enough for me."