Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.
Warning: Unrelated Sam and Dean. Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery.
If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you.
Plot: The hunters decide to meet the Past Winchesters and get to know them.
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Bobby called them back later that night. He'd spoken to the pair secretly and had made excuses for their leaving the compound.
Past Dean and Sam hid nearby to make sure they were alone then came out and eyed the pair with tears in their eyes, overwhelmed with memories of their parents. "You're…them…" Sam said so softly they almost missed it. "So like them."
"We had to see you…you can't tell anyone we're here." Dean said insistently.
"Why not come live with us?" Mary asked going to them and hugging them, both men so like her son and his mate but not either. They wore jeans and t-shirts not camo and black pants and soldier gear. They had no armor on where theirs wore body armor and vests during hunts. These men were natural, their clothes casual and light. But that didn't make them less dangerous than them themselves, they could sense that already. "You'd be welcome."
"We don't belong among you. We're the past, we have to stay that way. We stay a legend, an origins story you tell your kids. We're not hunters anymore, we're not needed. We just want to be left alone…but would like to know you, if you could visit sometimes if we stay here in these woods. Our cabin is well hidden, not even the 'Authorities' as you call them know of us. We cloak from the others, even you Hunters. We don't hunt but we keep these woods clean of threats. We protect our Homelands, that's it. We're not superpowered, we're just…humanish and hunters, that's it." Past Dean explained.
"Visit us more?" Sam pleaded. "Keep our secret and we can see you and stay near you. Be our family again?"
"We'd love to." John said hugging them as well in turns. "Sit over here, tell me your story."
"Tell us what you know of us first, you had a picture before…can we see it?" Sam asked holding out a hand. John gave it to him and smiled as Sam misted up. "This was taken… it was in September and we'd done that hunt and just got the Colt, remember?" He said showing it to Dean. "Before Dad was taken, we asked for a picture so we took one and a few weeks later, he was dead. Azazel took him from the hospital after his deal…This is that picture…where did you get it?"
"It was in one of the family scrapbooks I found of my ancestors. What about me and Mary?" Bobby asked, seeing their pain hurt him and he hugged them close. They recalled their Bobby had often held them the same way and they sunk into the familiar comfort. "Whose the angel that comes to us? Do you know him?"
"Mom burned up on Sam's nursery ceiling, Azazel killed her when she tried to stop him from bleeding into Sam's mouth at six months old. You were shot by a Leviathan in the head and you…passed." Sam admitted. "We mourned you so hard." The others cried a little then with the boys. To have your family ripped from you by demons that way had torn them up, hurt them so much and left them alone. "We were alone then."
"Tell us your story, Sam. Then we'll tell you the version we know of it." John negotiated.
So they spent hours doing so, and then John told what he knew with Bobby filling in the gaps for him. Then the men nodded and sighed. "Our stories are the same. They told it correctly and must have wrote it down at some point. It is nice to be remembered…" Dean said softly. "We aren't gods, guys. We're just men who have been through too much and are done with it. We just want rest and peace now; just the two of us. That's all we really want. We're just as fallible as the next guy, trust me. We make mistakes."
"Who's the Angel?" Mary asked. "He shows up and blesses the Leaders, shows the true leaders that were chosen. Who is he?"
"He's Castiel, a very good and very old friend; very dear to us. Our family is his responsibility, you see. We are his Charges. Me and Sam, he watches over you for us. Heaven tells him who is the leader and he tells you who they are, blesses them. He visits us often, too, and we talk a lot. He's a valuable friend to us even now. We've been through a lot with him so it bonded us." Dean said smiling. "He's really a rather…quirky kind of angel, once you get to know him. He's strong but so gentle. His sense of humor, well, he takes things quite literally; let's leave it at that. Have you ever spoken to him directly when he shows up?" Dean asked curiously.
"We're too afraid to; too in awe of him. He glows and shows up, we bow and he touches their heads, then he's gone. We've never talked to him." John admitted. "He sounds like a really nice guy."
"He is, don't worry about that. Blessing your leaders is always his job; along with watching over you Hunters and us." Dean admitted. "He's one of our Immortal companions."
"Who else is there? Anyone else around?" Bobby asked.
"Balthazar shows up occasionally, we hang out. Gabriel, he's a god now, he became one when Lucifer killed his Grace at the Motor Inn. He also helps us cloak. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't hide among you sometimes; just to watch you interact. He's a crazy kind of guy, a Trickster god but he's toned it down a lot. We made him promise to not influence you that way or them. He hides now. He used to live in the open but it got too risky once more Immortal Hunters showed up. So he's more careful now." Dean said.
"Not that we haven't enjoyed meeting you but we should go. Someone may worry if we stay away too long and come looking for us." John wisely advised. "We will see you again soon. We promise to visit you again soon."
"We'd like that." Sam said hugging the men and Mary briefly. "See you soon."
"See you soon." The others called back and when they peeked back, the pair was gone. Vanishing into the woods as if they had never been there. "I take it that visiting involves us calling first?"
"It does." Bobby said with a chuckle. "They're shy."
"So I see." John said shaking his head and heading to his car.
Then they drove back to their compound and resolved to keep the Winchester's secret for them. They really wanted to spend some time with the pair.
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John was working on figures when he sensed someone in the room. Pulling a gun, he turned and saw an unfamiliar hunter there. "Who are you?" John asked suspiciously. He didn't know this guy which meant that he wasn't one of theirs.
"After all you've heard of me, I'd thought you know…I'm Gabriel." The new hunter said and smiled as John's eyes widened and he checked to make sure the door was shut tight. "Ah, so you do know me…good. I just wanted to meet you, don't panic. Yes, I'm a god but, no, I don't want to make that public; so keep it quiet. Dean said he spoke to you and I just thought I'd drop in and introduce myself."
"Well, you are their friend and I'm grateful to you for that." John said. "They get lonely. Your visits help them feel less so."
"And now so will yours." Gabriel said before going to the door and unlocking it. "See you again soon. I'll be around but you won't know me. I just wanted to tell you that you made the right decision getting Sam to mate to Dean, and Dorian to Dante, and you to Mary. You must avoid war among the hunters at all costs. And you were meant for each other; that's why the pairings were arranged that way long before they happened. We knew in Heaven that there would be forced matings for peace among you and didn't want you unhappy with your mates. Peace shouldn't mean you get to be unhappy while everyone else gets to be happy. That's not fair in our eyes so we fixed it so it wouldn't be that way for you guys. You are of our friends; you are their family, so we would never allow you to be treated that way. You're doing well, John…I approve." And with that he walked out.
John ran out to see where he went but didn't see him anywhere. His heart raced as he had thought. He had a god in their midst and an angel watching over them. And their ancestors living nearby as well. Those were new but welcome oddities he could live with. No one else would ever need to know a thing about any of those facts either.
Another secret they'd keep, but a much nicer one this time.
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