Chapter 2: The Beginning of a Long Career

After making it out of the ICU (which, he learned, was on the third floor), he tailed "Agent Halen" and "Cas" to the lobby, where "Agent Queen" was waiting outside with a black 1967 Chevy Impala. Jason listened while he was behind a corner.

"Okay, Cas. Where do you think the demons would be hiding?" Queen asked him. There was a pause, then: "I believe, if I remember correctly, there is an old warehouse where, in the 1970's demons were reported by angels to be seen gathering there. It's a good chance that's where we'll find them." He heard the doors of the car open up, and then close. Watching them speed off, Jason looked around. He saw a Harley and prayed. 'Thank god Dad taught me how to hotwire and drive these'. Actually, he had no idea why his dad taught him how to hotwire any kind of vehicle. Starting it up, he sped off to the Impala.

They went for probably one or two miles before the Impala abruptly stopped by a curb. Jason slowed, only to see them get out of the car. Queen looked pissed. "The hell do you think you're doing, kid? Following us from the hospital to find your parents really isn't okay with us. You should be back there resting! I mean, look at you, you look like crap." He was right, since Jason's clothes had rips and some small blood splatters on them. Also, Jason had a couple of stitches on his forehead and a bandaged left hand. Basically, he looked like something out of a post-apocalypse movie.

"First off, you're not real agents. I can tell because you haven't stopped for the past hour or so. Real agents would've been smart enough to notice. So, who are you people?!"

Halen looked at Queen with a sad look. Queen rolled his eyes and nodded. So, he began talking. "Okay, you got us. We're not real agents. I'm Sam Winchester, and Mr. Cuddles here is my older brother, Dean. We're hunters." At this point, Jason was getting confused. "What, did someone steal your deer during your accident?" Queen chuckled.

"No, not that kind. We hunt things. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghosts. We basically kill any son of a bitch that goes bump in the night." Jason couldn't believe this. "Okay, fine. So, who's the trench coat?" Halen answered this one. "He's our friend Castiel. He's an angel."

Jason started cracking up. 'So, you're telling me that you two hunt the monsters I saw in movies as a kid, and your pal's an angel? Not buying it. I can't believe I decided to follow some psychos, hoping I could find my parents. If you could go back to whatever nuthouse you came from, that'd be gre-"

All of a sudden, the sky was blanketed in dark clouds shooting lightning. He looked at Castiel, who's eyes were that same blue glow they were before. Jason couldn't believe what he was seeing. There were wings on Castiel's shadow. The storm stopped.

"Do you believe us now?" Sam asked. Jason nodded. "Good. If you want to go with us, then-"

"No!" Dean growled. "I'm not having a twelve year old go with us." Jason scowled. "First off, I'm fifteen. Second, I can drive a motorcycle, so obviously I'm more mature than you think. Lastly, I'm going with you, whether you like it or not." Dean grunted a little bit. "Okay kid, I'll bite. You got spunk. That won't save you though. Know how to shoot?" Jason nodded. He'd gone hunting with his dad a few years back for deer.

"That's good. Here." He handed him a pistol. "It's a 9mm with special bullets. They've got a Devil Trap carved on them. Get a demon with one, they're powerless.

"We done here? I'd like to go gank some asshats right about now." So, they got in the Impala (with Jason following on the bike) and drove to the warehouse. Dean and Sam went ahead while Cas stayed with Jason. After a couple of minutes, nothing happened. Jason took out his phone and opened up Flappy Bird. Cas stared at him, intrigued. "What is the purpose of this game?" Jason laughed. "Well, you tap on the screen to make the bird jump, and the goal is to make the bird go through as many spaces as possible before you touch a pipe.' Cas nodded. "Interesting."

The sound of bullets broke the silence. Jason and Cas ran in to find one demon dead and the other pinning Dean to the wall. Sam had been knocked unconscious. "Hello, Castiel. It's been a while." Cas yelled. "Let them go, Kristofer! You know of their fates."

"Yeah, yeah. Bigfoot is my king's vessel, and the dwarf is your big bubby's vessel." Dean flipped. "What did you call me?" Kristofer hit his head against the wall, and Dean crumpled on the floor. Cas ran to him and threw him to the wall. Jason, seeing this as his cue, took out his gun and shot the demon in the chest. He grunted, and looked at him. "So, you're the Anthony's kid? You look just like your mom." Jason shot him again. "Where are my parents?!"

"Oh, them? Well, they caused my boss a couple of problems back in the 90's, so they were… disposed of." Jason looked at him with cold eyes. "What do you mean?" Kristopher giggled, that kind of giggle you'd expect from a girl whose crush just asked her to prom. "Kid, don't tell me you didn't know you're parents were the best hunters of the late 20th century? Well, other than these two's dad. They killed my sister, so it was so much fun to rip their throats out. You should've been the-"

He suddenly gasped. The veins around his eyes glowed, and his eyes became a bright orange. The body fell, and Dean was behind him with a knife in his hand. "God, I hate demons.

Later…

Jason stood with the boys outside of a motel. Cas had to go and take care of some business involving a sudden demon horde in London. Sam looked at Jason and sighed. "I'm sorry about your parents. Do you need some money for gas, food and places to stay?"

Jason shook his head. "No. I'm going to go with you guys, you'll teach me about the stuff you hunt, and then I can find out where my parents are." Dean sighed. "Listen kid, you heard that dick. He killed them."

"That was a demon. I don't trust him." Dean and Sam looked at each other, seemingly communicating with their eyes.

"Look, Jason," Sam said, "this career isn't for the lighthearted. We've seen things you wouldn't even have nightmares of. There's more death on our hands than we want. If you want to do this, you have to understand that." Jason nodded. "I understand. My parents were hunters, apparently. So, I have to carry on their legacy. When do we start?"

"We'll take you to our friend Bobby," Dean said. "He knows more about this job than anybody I've met. You'll learn a lot from him. He's kinda like that crazy uncle that you end up wanting to be like, minus the alcohol." Jason smiled, and he got into the Impala. Little did he know, he had a long and challenging career ahead of him.

So, there's chapter two! The next chapter will be between "Swan Song" and the season six premiere. Also, thanks to NatashaMulliganBVB for reviewing!