So I miss writing and I've actually been sitting on this story for a while. The premise is that Henry was able to banish Abaddon to the future alone and remained in the past. Therefore the Men of Letter's was never destroyed and John is brought up as a Man of Letter's. Sam and Dean are as well, but Dean isn't into it as much as Sam. Because of this Dean wants to go off hunting where he meets our favorite hunter who sort of adopts Dean and shows him how to be a hunter. Join Dean on his adventures of sneaking away from the Men of Letter's and becoming a hunter.
Dean hissed in pain as the vampire grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt over his shoulders and slammed his back into a brick wall. The machete in his hand clattered to the floor and with it went any chance of victory Dean had in this fight. For a moment Dean regretted not having told anyone where he was or what he was doing. Just a few hours ago he had seen a newspaper article about what he suspected was a vampire attack, just a thirty minute drive from home, and foolishly thought he would be able to take care of the creature himself. Now he would die and no one would know what happened. He hadn't even been able to find the vampire, it found him while he was looking at the site the woman was found by the police. The fact that this might be the end made Dean's gut twist. He glared at the vampire, deciding that if this was the end then he wouldn't give the creature the satisfaction of seeing him afraid. The creature looked a little surprised, but it seemed to move past that rather quickly. "Bring it on bitch." Dean hissed. The vampire chuckled as if it was amused. It started moving toward his neck and Dean raised both of his arms, shoving back against its chest. He knew it was a futile attempt, the last hope of a dying man, especially when his elbows gave under the vampires strength.
A loud 'twack' sound filled the room and the body gave way, toppling back onto the ground and the head rolling away. Dean looked down at it in shock before looking up where the vampire had loomed over him just moments before. A man stood nearby with a bloody machete in hand. "You alright there kid?" he asked, looking Dean up and down trying to see if there were any wounds on him.
"You…you killed it." Dean said in awe, looking back down at the vampires body.
"It was either him or you kid and seein' as how I just saved yer life I think the first words out of yer mouth should be a thank you, don't you?" the man sounded irritated and a little offended. Dean looked back at up at him, realizing the man took his words the wrong way.
"No I mean, you knew how to kill it!" Dean said. The man looked at him in confusion for a moment, then realization. Dean knew there was no further need to explain, but he felt the need to anyway. "You're a hunter." he said. Despite not knowing the stranger, it wasn't that Dean didn't have any clues who the man must have been. The bloody machete in his hand told Dean that not only had the stranger known what he was looking for, but he knew exactly how to dispatch it. He hadn't tried to stab the creature or distract it, he had gone straight for it's head. There was only of two things he could be. Dean was sure he wasn't one of the Men of Letters. He looked too rough, too much like a man who was used to getting the job done. He was defiantly a hunter.
"You a hunter?" the man asked, his eyes falling on the machete near Dean's foot. Dean leaned down and picked it up, wondering what he should say. He knew he couldn't tell the man is family name, but there was another name he wanted to use anyway. After all if he was going to do this, he would go the whole way.
"I'm Dean. Dean Campbell." Dean said. The man looked up at him, looking a little startled.
"Campbell, as in Samuel and Deanna Campbell?" he asked. Dean nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, they were my grandparents." Dean said. Dean had never actually meet Samuel and Deanna Campbell, they had died in 1973 to a demon before Dean had even been conceived. As a child Dean had seen many of the Men of Letter's treat his mother as if she was beneath them for her hunter heritage. It was part of why Dean was so fascinated with hunting. Despite his father John banning all talk of hunters from the home, Dean still begged Mary to tell him stories of hunting and with John and Dean's little brother Sammy asleep in their rooms, she obliged. The stories were always full of terrifying creatures, strange events, and of course the great heroes, Samuel and Deanna. Samuel was always described as cold and isolated but also the kind of man who would do anything for his family. Deanna was described as kind an warm hearted, but just as deadly if not more so than her husband. Dean had always been captivated by the stories, it was part of the reason why he wanted to be a hunter now. The way his mother told it, the Campbell family was a long line of hunters, having come over to the America's with some of the first settlers in order to help protect the new colonies from the things that hid in the dark. Mary had said they were famous in the hunter communities, and Dean never had a reason not to believe what his mother said. They had to have been a talented family anyway, else the Men of Letter's would never have reached out to them in the first place, and John and Mary wouldn't have met. Looking at this man's face, Dean realized just how true that must have been.
"Really, I thought their kid died years ago." the man mused. Dean winced at that.
"Mary Campbell? No, she retired." Dean said. The man looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding and Dean realized that he was being tested. This hunter was looking to see if Dean's story checked out, that Dean was telling the truth or at least had researched his story enough to try and pull it off. Dean passed the test, or at least it seemed that way.
"Bobby Singer." he introduced himself. Dean nodded, running the name around in his mind. He hadn't heard the name before, but that wasn't saying much. Henry, his grandfather, hated hunters and saw them as barbarians. With the exception of Mary, John pretty much saw the same. Dean was kept away from hunters and the only ones he knew of were the ones from his mother's stories.
"Well nice to meet you, and thanks for the save." Dean said, offering a cocky smile. The man chuckled.
"Don't thank me yet, I'm not as young as I once was. Help me drag this thing outside." Bobby said. Dean blinked in surprise but nodded. He figured this was all part of hunting after all. Find a case, research what was going on, kill the bad guy, and destroy the evidence. Dean moved to the top of the body, looking at it in confusion. He wasn't exactly sure how to do this. "Well what are you waiting for, a written invitation? Grab that arm." Bobby said, gesturing to the left side. Dean nodded, grabbing one of the vampires arms. Bobby grabbed the other and they started to drag it to the door. Bobby stopped for a moment to scoop up the head and they dragged it out the door and into the grass. Once they were far enough away Bobby let go and Dean quickly did the same. "Go to my truck and get out the salt and lighter fluid." Bobby said, pointing to a nearby truck. Dean nodded and rushed over to do as asked. He opened the passenger door of the truck and spotted the container of salt and lighter fluid sitting on the passenger seat. He rushed back to Bobby.
"Got it." He said. Bobby nodded and took the salt from him. He ripped open the salt canister, upending it over the body, scattering it over the remains until the entire container was empty. He reached back into Dean's grasp, pulling the lighter fluid from the teen and spraying that over the body as well. Dean watched, briefly wondering if they really needed that much salt or fluid but decided it was best not to ask.
"You got a lighter?" Bobby asked. Dean patted around his pockets, pulling out a match book he swiped when he was getting ready to go. One of those just in case measures.
"Will this work?" he asked. Bobby nodded and took the matches from him. He pulled three free and struck them on the back of the book, dropping them onto the body which burst into flames. Dean jumped back a step in surprise, not having expected the flames to leap as high as they had. Bobby gave him a skeptical look.
"Haven't done this much yet have ya?" Bobby asked. Dean shrugged and Bobby looked him over. Dean flinched a little, wondering what Bobby was thinking. "Look kid, I'm guessin' yer momma don't know yer out here, and clearly you don't know much about hunting so why don't you quit before you get yerself killed." Bobby said. Dean bristled at that.
"I want to be a hunter." he said. Dean was surprised by how much honesty was in his own words. Dean had been raised knowing that he was expected to become one of the Men of Letter's. Yet he couldn't say that was what he wanted. The Men of Letter's were intelligent sure but they followed strict rules and guidelines. Nothing was done without the Elder's orders, they were expected to be Soldier's almost, following the commands of those above them. The endless briefings were a pain to sit through and honestly Dean just wanted to have the freedom that his mother used to talk about. He also wanted to go out there and make a difference, to actually do things. Men of Letter's researched, learned, and studied but they never actually did anything with that information. Dean wanted to make a difference, to save people.
"No, you really don't." Bobby said. Dean glared at the man. He had enough of people telling him what he and did not want. The Men of Letter's all told him that he wanted to be like them, hunters were saying he didn't want to be a hunter, his family were all telling him what he wanted. Dean had enough of it. "Besides, shouldn't you be in school or something?" Bobby asked. That was the final straw for Dean.
"Its summer asshole." he snapped. He crossed his arms, trying to ignore the fact that he looked every bit like the seventeen year old rebellious teen that he was trying not to look like. Bobby chuckled.
"Sure, doesn't change the fact that yer still a little brat who has no business hunting." Bobby said. Dean uncrossed his arms.
"What I do is my own business." Dean snapped. Bobby shook his head.
"Then go off and get killed then." Bobby said. Dean thought about storming off but he also knew Bobby was right. Dean was a lot of things. Reckless, impulsive, hot headed, the list went on. What he wasn't though was stupid. He had known coming out like this was a risk, had known that if he continued to try facing hunting without any guidance he would be killed. Learning about monsters was one thing, learning combat skills was another thing. Actually putting them together and fighting for his life was something else altogether. It would be best to have someone teach him the ropes.
"Why don't you show me how to not do that." Dean said. Bobby gave him a stunned look.
"I'm not a babysitter kid." he said. Dean glared.
"Not asking you to be." he said. Bobby laughed at that. "Look, just show me the ropes, do a few hunts with me and then we never need to see each other again." Dean said. Bobby's look turned from amusement to serious.
"A few hunts, then that's it." he said. Dean nodded. That sounded good enough to him.