Hello hello my faithful readers, it is I: Pentagram40 :D I appologize to all but as from my previous chapters you cant infer that I am a cliff-hanger writer :) I know, i honestly hate them but my twisted brain throws them in there anyway so future apologies for all!

And on this day, and any day to the future, no thing was owned.

The Tower residents all sat in the living room, glancing back and forth at each other. The entire team of the Avengers (minus Thor who was still of on Asgardian business) separated the Winchester brothers. The older was wringing his hands nervously while the younger was studying everyone intently.

"Sam," Dean started and quickly fixed his gaze on the floor, "It's time I was completely honest with you. Just promise me that you'll let me explain before you jump to any conclusions, or do anything too rash."

Sam cocked his head with confusion, but quickly nodded in agreement.

"Okay," Dean took a deep breath, "The first thing you should know is that Dad and I kept hunting after you left, obviously, just in case there was any doubt. John completely lost it, though. He became a hopeless drunk, and you know dad when he's drunk; he's… abusive."

"Did he hit you?" Sam's nostrils flared as fire consumed his eyes.

"Yes," Dean admitted, "But that's not the point of the story. The point is that I was left behind to clean up the mess that was John Winchester. The constant worrying and working was starting to get to me and I was quickly losing more and more sleep, I starting making mistakes, and as a hunter you know that any mistake is a deadly mistake."

Dean was watching the wheels turning in Sam's head, God that kid was unbelievable. He never stopped thinking, no wonder he was so damn smart.

"It was about a month in a half ago when it happened; all my dumb luck ran out and my mistakes caught up with me." Dean shuddered with the memory and started to tell his story.

"Alright Dean, we're going to split up and find that son of a bitch, got it?" John hissed lowly and yanked open the trunk of the beloved Impala.

The eldest Winchester grabbed a gun loaded with silver bullets and passed it to his son before grabbing another gun for himself.

"Don't forget, aim for the heart." John stated before closing the trunk as quietly as possible.

"I know Dad," Dean said to his father.

"Don't do anything stupid," John growled, "Try not being yourself."

And with that the older man headed off into the woods. Dean growled slightly and headed off in the opposite direction. Would it kill his dad to be nice to him? Probably, Dean thought with bitterness. The younger hunter crept silently though the woods, his senses alert for any kind of disturbance. Well as alert as they could be with only three hours of sleep in the past five days. He had been up this whole time worrying about his father, again. The older hunter had come home the week before completely shit-face, he came into the motel room that Dean and he had been sharing screaming about how Sammy had abandoned them and that the boy was better off dead.

Dean had known better to say anything; he just sat quietly on the edge of his bed with his head down. John however didn't care; he stumbled over to Dean and grabbed him swiftly by his shirt and yanked the son into a standing position. Dean flinched and readied for the blow he knew was coming, it still caught him by surprise though and caused him to fall backwards against the wall with a fire hot pain on his cheek.

"I thought I told you to get up," The eldest Winchester hiccupped and grabbed Dean roughly by the hair.

He pulled Dean up and then pushed him hard across the room, Dean struggled to gain his footing but was too slow and he struck the edge of the table with his side. The young hunter let out a sharp yelp of pain as he could feel the blood start flowing from the wound. John grinned like a hungry animal that just found a wounded prey. He strode over to his son and kicked him hard in the ribs, causing Dean to crumple to the ground. The son just decided to curl into a ball and let the older man get it out of his system. John kept on kicking Dean for almost an hour before he leaned down and spit on Dean's face.

"Pathetic," John sneered, "It's all your fault that my family is gone."

With that John stumbled over to his bed and fell on top of it, instantly falling asleep. Dean lay on the floor for a few more minutes before he unsteadily pulled himself up to feet, grabbing the first aid kit and walking to the bathroom. He took off his shirt and studied his wounds in the mirror. John's steel toed boots had caused his chest and back to be littered with yellow and purple bruises. Dean felt his ribs gingerly and let out a hiss of breath; those definitely were bruised as well. His gaze made its way to the cut that the table had caused on his right side just above his belly button. The cut required stitches and, no doubt, would scar. Dean sighed and got to work.

Dean was pulled from his flash back with the sudden realization that he had just walked blindly through the woods, with a werewolf on the loose! Come on Winchester, he scolded himself, get your shit together.

No sooner had that thought gone through Dean's mind before he was being shoved roughly from behind from a sudden force.

"Oh shit!" Dean shouted in surprise as he was pressed face down into the ground, an inhumane growl filling his ear, and his gun skidding across the ground.

Great, he thought sarcastically. He could feel the werewolf's claws digging into his back, its breath huffing on the back of his neck as the creature sniffed him. Dean threw his head back and connected smartly with the wolf's face, knocking it back with a howl of pain. Dean scrambled for his gun and was just about the wrap his hands around the cool metal when a white hot pain flew up his leg. The hunter just barely bit back the blood curdling scream that threatened to rip from his throat. He looked down and locked eyes with the beast, its teeth sunk firmly into his calf. The beast's eyes narrowed, as if it knew the turmoil and suffering it had just set up for the hunter in the future.

Dean snarled and lashed out, digging his finger into the wolf's eye unforgivably. The wolf reared back with a howl but not before Dean was able to blind the dog completely in its left eye. The doomed hunter lunged forward and grabbed his gun before turning back to the beast swiftly. The wolf had begun to move back towards Dean for a killing strike but didn't notice the gun until it was too late and Dean had already fired.

The room was completely silent after Dean finished his story. All eyes were on Sam, whose eyes were in return burning intently into his brother's. No one said anything for a while and then Sam was slowly standing to his feet and stalking towards the werewolf. Everyone began to tense. The lawyer grabbed the front of Dean's shirt and yanked him up from the couch and held him at eye level, Dean's feet swinging uselessly in the air. Sam stared with a renewed intensity into Dean's eyes. Bruce was just about to stand up to intervene when Dean was suddenly yanked forward into a back breaking hug. No one said anything, no one needed to say anything; they all knew that it was going to be okay.

"Is that why you're here?" Sam asked when he finally released Dean from his hold.

"Well, Dad caught me in my other form a month after I had been infected and he tried to kill me. He shot me but I got away. I ran until I passed out in a clearing and that's where these guys found me." Dean motioned towards the Avengers and smiled, "They found out after I shifted and they found me. I almost expected them to throw me out or kill me but they just accepted me."

Steve gave the brothers one of his golden boy innocent smiles and Sam smiled back. "Thank you," He motioned to everyone who was still seated on the couch. "Wait," Sam whipped back around to Dean, "What about John?"

"What?" Dean visibly paled.

"Dean, you know how good of a tracker he is, you know he's going to find you!" Sam grabbed Dean's wrist and began to pull Dean towards the elevator, "We have to get you out of here, now!"

A hand caught Sam's shoulder and stopped him. Sam turned quickly to see the smiling face of Bruce.

"Don't worry Sam, if John dares to show his face around here…" Bruce started and was quickly finished by Tony.

"We'll kick his ass!" The playboy yelled and jumped up in enthusiasm.

Sam stared at the team for a moment, "Thanks, but you don't know my father. He is way too skilled for any of you to handle."

The Avengers glanced at each other and then turned back to Sam.

"Do you know who we are?" Bruce asked slowly.

Sam shrugged.

"We are the Avengers!" Tony shouted with a huge smile.

Confusion made itself know on Sam's face before realization slowly began to replace it. "Oh… My…"

"Yeah," Dean clapped him on the back, "I had the same reaction."

"No way Dean, it was more like," Tony teased and brought his voice to a high pitch volume to mock Dean, "'I am your number one fan, will you sign my chest? Can I be on the team? Can I throw the shield? Please please please! I love you guuuuuuuuuuuuuys!'" By this point in the mocking Tony was flailing his arms and prancing around the room.

"I'll kill you!" Dean growled and lunged at Tony who yelped and began to run for his life.

Bruce swiftly caught Dean's arm and stopped his chase of the philanthropist, "Deep breaths, Dean," Bruce warned.

Dean took in a slow deep breath as Tony peeked out from behind Steve and stuck his tongue out. Dean swiftly grabbed the closest thing, which happened to be a couch pillow, and hurled it with deadly precision. The pillow collided with Tony's face and sent the billionaire flying backwards onto his rear.

"Ow," Tony whined and rubbed his butt, "… dick…" he muttered under his breath.

This caused the werewolf to laugh, an actual laugh; the sound was like ringing bells and hit the ear like smooth chocolate. Dean didn't think he had actually laughed since Sammy had left. It wasn't long before the rest of the Avengers and Sam joined into the laughter.

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