This chapter is sort of a filler chapter and I'll be going into some back stories of other characters as well as our favorite demon brothers. Unless otherwise noted, all stories in this chapter occurred roughly two years ago from where the story is currently. I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: A Blast From The Past

Two years ago…

Everyone averted their eyes as Special Agent Victor Henriksen made his way down the hallway, on his way to his corner office of the FBI in St. Louis. His suit was freshly pressed, accompanied by a plain navy blue tie.

"Sir, there may be a new threat."A small disheveled looking secretary rambled, walking hurriedly to try and keep up with his boss.

Henriksen looked bored as he glanced distastefully at his always over exaggerating assistant. "Another supposed serial killer?" He asked, snatching the manila envelope from the recent college graduate.

The secretary moved his shaggy dark hair out of his eyes, taking off his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt before he answered. "These two actually are! Well, more like psychopaths or I guess they could be-" He was cut off by a glare from Victor, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Sam and Dean Winchester sir. These two have been seen talking to people about giving them what they want for a price." He paused for dramatic effect, Henriksen stopping right outside his office with his arms crossed, tapping his toe impatiently. "Their soul." He hesitated again, hoping for some type of response from the agent. Disappointedly, he continued. "These people always end up dead the next day, always after talking to these two."

The experienced agent stopped, his brows narrowed before he 'humph' with interest. "Thanks for bringing this to me. I'll check it out." With a forced smile and a nod, Henriksen stepped into his office and shut the door.

"Okay let me know-" The young secretary stood there, his eyes trained on the now shut door before he turned and leaned against it, arms crossed. "Maybe pull out that stick shoved up your ass while you're at it." He grumbled bitterly before making his way to a nearby room to file a never ending pile of papers.

As Henriksen quickly flipped through a small pocket book, on the search for the one phone number he needed, he tried to recall where the hell he had heard 'Winchester' before. Deciding to think more on it later, Victor finally found the number and punched it into his desk phone.

"Hello?" Came a rough reply, sounding not the least bit interested.

"Gordon? It's Henriksen. I was wondering what all you could tell me about Sam and Dean Winchester."

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"So it doesn't bother you at all that people have been dying?" Sam questioned his insensitive older brother, wishing he could do something to get through that thick skull of his.

Dean shrugged casually, throwing another dart flawlessly. He smiled proudly as it landed right in the bull's eye before he turned to the younger demon who was sitting at a table a few feet behind him. "It all of a sudden started happening, it'll probably all of a sudden stop happening. I don't get why you care anyways, they're just getting sent downstairs a little ahead of schedule." He said, pointing a finger at his brother before picking up his half drank beer and taking a long swig.

Sam shook his head. "It's not the same." He argued, although he knew it wasn't a strong argument.

Dean chuckled ironically, setting down his beer and moving to the dart board, removing the darts before positioning himself to start throwing again. "Oh, I see. It's fine to take their souls and have them die in ten years, but the second they start dropping like flies before their due date is up is when you grow a conscience?" He laughed again, wishing Sam could see how hypocritical he was being.

Sam scowled, taking a sip from his own beer before he straightened. "It's just weird actually knowing they die. I mean, in ten years I won't necessarily remember all these people. But knowing they die the next day? Just…" He stopped, Dean's snickering cutting him off before he finished in a rush of bitterness. "It's just different!"

The eldest demon shook his head, getting tired of the darts after landing all three in the middle. He turned back to the table, his gaze skirting over the mass of people before it landed on a tall African American man standing in the corner of the crowded bar, watching the brothers intently. "Sammy." He started, patting him on the shoulder and nodding with his head at the creepy man.

The youngest Winchester turned in his seat, being completely obvious about checking out the guy who was clearly interested in them. Dean rolled his eyes, grabbing Sam's arm and hauling him up.

"Let's go." He ordered, laying down a few bills on the table before the two walked outside, locating the Impala and making their way towards it.

"Didn't feel like closing any deals tonight fellas?" A gruff voice from behind them sounded, causing the brother's to spin around, gazes landing on the same man from inside.

Dean shoved his hands in his front pockets, a cocky grin on his face. "What's it to you? Feeling left out?" He quipped, assuming what the stranger in front of them did for a living.

The man stepped forward menacingly, pulling out a silver flask from his jacket pocket. "I was going to ask you two the same thing. Except I was talking about the two demons I exorcized a couple towns over."

The eldest demon widened his eyes, turning to face Sam. "And to think we missed all the fun? Oh well." He stopped, eyes enveloping with black as he returned his attention to the man. "I guess we'll just make our own fun."

The stranger lunged towards Dean, only to be stopped by Sam appearing behind him and yanking on the man's jacket, pulling him to the ground.

"Dean, you don't think this is some rookie hunter do you?" The youngest Winchester asked, a small hint of pity in his tone.

Dean pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as he put his hand out in front of him towards the hunter, keeping him pinned on the ground. "Well, it must be because he obviously hasn't heard of us before."

"He wouldn't have taken us on alone if he had." Sam agreed, nodding his head. Thankfully, they were along the side of the building, meaning they didn't have to hide their demonic powers. "Come on, take care of him and let's go. We should try to make it to Indiana by morning." With that, he turned and made his way to the black classic car, climbing in.

With a cruel grin, Dean flicked his wrist, sending the hunter slamming into the cement wall of the building.

Unfortunately for the brothers, this was not the last time they'll see Gordon Walker.

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15 years ago…

Bobby awoke to frantic knocking coming from downstairs, the noise constant and insistent, pulling him from his dreamless slumber. He grumbled and lifted up his rustic alarm clock, cursing inwardly when he read the blinking '3:03 am'. With slow movements, the old hunter made his way down the steps to the door, opening it with a sour pout.

His nasty look was soon replaced with one of utter bewilderment, eyes widening as he took in the flustered mother at his door. His eyes took in her unkempt hair, hastily put on jackets and makeup. "Mary-" He stammered, opening the door wide to invite her in, unable to find the words to tell her to.

The mother rushed in, quickly shutting the door behind her and leaning heavily against it, trying to catch her breath.

"Would you care to explain why you're here?" He asked, brows creased in confusion. He hadn't seen this woman in seven years and all of a sudden she was back at his doorstep.

Mary straightened, running both hands through her hair as she walked over to the couch, plopping down in it like she owns the place. "I know you probably hate me after I kicked John out but-"

Bobby cut her off with a hand motion, not in the mood to hash out old memories. "What happened, happened. I don't blame you for the way you acted, John shoulda told ya." He smiled slightly, watching as relief flooded the demon's features. "Now, what is it you need?" He encouraged, taking a seat on an empty stool.

Mary shook her head, thinking of her unsupervised kids in the motel room in town. "I'm screwed Bobby." She said softly, sadness evident in her tone as she raised scared eyes to the old hunter.

He wrinkled his features, taking off his cap and resting it on the knee. "Care to explain that?" He questioned, concern starting to seep into his voice.

She stood up and begun to pace, a habit she has always found calming. "I need the colt to kill Azazel." She said quickly, as if it tasted foul in her mouth.

Bobby chuckled, not taking her seriously. "The colt? I thought that wasn't real." He said, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

"If it weren't would I be asking about it?" She spat, sounding harsher than she meant. Bobby gave her a pointed look, the demon giving him an apologetic smile in response. "I've heard rumors it's in circulation; last I heard the demon Crowley had his hands on it."

The hunter replaced his cap, shaking his head. "So, what? You're wanting to steal it from the King of Hell? Hate to break it to you, but that may be a little risky." He said, not believing the woman in front of him could pull off such a feat alone.

Mary squared her shoulders, stopping mid-pace to glare at her old friend. Before everything went to crap, she and Bobby had actually gotten close. But then, the demon found out the truth about what her husband spent his time doing. Now, this was the first time she's seen him since the week before Dean's third birthday.

"Crowley doesn't scare me. If I ever let some punk ass former crossroad demon get the best of me, I might as well be a fucking human." She retorted, not impressed by what she's heard about the King.

Bobby smirked with amusement, remembering how hard-headed Winchester's could be. With a shake of his head, he agreed to help. "I'll keep an eye out for it, call you if I track it down."

Mary gave a small smile, standing up and approaching him. The two stared awkwardly at each other, not sure where their friendship was. Finally, with a 'fuck it' sort of attitude, the demon embraced the old drunk. "Thank you." She whispered right before she left.

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"No, please! Stop!"

Ruby's cries were broken, unanswered pleas as she wished for nothing more than death while she endured the worst Hell had to offer. She was strapped to a long metal table, her wrists and ankles bound with thick leather straps, one extending across her chest and lower body to cover her smooth naked skin. Her torturer had just removed the one covering her mouth which prevented her from leaving her current vessel.

The cruel man did a 'tsking' sound as he circled her, a wickedly sharp knife dangling from his fingers. "Ruby, I never pegged you as one to beg. A little dramatic are we?" He purred, sounding twisted.

Ruby took a deep breath only to wince when a sharp pain blossomed from her abdomen and branched through her whole body. She had to admit, he had done a pretty good job at slicing into her.

The worst part for the blonde demon was the fact she couldn't see. Her torturer had decided to blindfold her, that way she never knew what was coming. But, she didn't need to see in order to know who the man was.

She would recognize Alastair's sinister voice anywhere.

Speaking of, "Why do you want me to stop?" His voice was dangerously low as he leaned over, his hot breath running chills down her spine as he whispered in her ear. "I would think a little whore like you would love having anything inside her." He slid the blade into her torso agonizingly slow, the demon moaning in pain as she clenched her teeth, not wanting to give Alastair any satisfaction. He didn't move from his current position as he continued to talk. "Buckle up, because I'm nowhere near done."

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TBC

Hopefully this chapter wasn't too strange and random… I just wanted to give you guys a few back stories without having to do a bunch of flashbacks. Plus, I wasn't too sure where I wanted to go with the story line but don't worry, I've figured it out. Thanks for bearing with me, reviews are greatly appreciated. Special thanks to Nina Ferraro (Thanks! And hopefully Dean will save Jo before anything drastic happens.), VattaKeto (Thanks, I wanted to incorporate Garth and Mary both in the story so I figured might as well put them together!), LeeMarieJack (Yes, yes I do. And they'll lead to some interesting stories.), Babyreaper (Azazel can be pretty tricky, but Dean's gotten out of sticky situations before right?), Ncsupnatfan (I'm hoping they can all work together like one big happy family, but since when are things that easy in the land of Supernatural?) for reviewing! It means a lot.