Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters but I have managed to make them into something they hunt but in a good way.

Warning: This is based in an alternate universe where the boys are shapeshifter twins that were adopted by John and Mary after their real parents, close friends of the hunters who were killed by Gordon. They are later adopted by Bobby after the Winchesters are killed on a hunt. He does know they are shifters and has raised them as Hunters, like their adopted parents had been doing while teaching them to be good shifters and how to hide what they are from others.

No, the other hunters don't know they are shifters and they are good at acting human but are fully shapeshifters not human genetically but raised to behave as human by their parents. No, there will be no Lucifer, Michael, or vessel, or leviathan plots in this storyline just the boys hunting as Hunters and shifters.

Yes, there will be Wincest but I will keep it brief and romantic as possible. This isn't that kind of story.

Also with Sam pregnant, this will be chock full of pregnant schmoop, too!

Plot: 12 little girls are dead and broken. Dean and Bobby rush to stop the killing, working with some other hunters they never expected and finding suspects they never thought to find, humans and monsters working together. So which is the monster and which are the men? Or does this mean they are all monsters?

Can they save the rest of the little girls or will they be too late?

Next Chapter: They work with Cheryl and her family to solve the case while hiding who they are. They go after the Stryga and it accomplices. The Hunt continues in the next chapter.

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They were packed and on their way to Cheryl address an hour later. Dean was still confused on how she knew so much about them.

"How does she know so much about me and Sam?" Dean asked and Bobby shrugged.

"She and her Dad were there when we rescued Sam. They knew the Shifter part already, offered to help us with it if we needed them. Apparently, her family was known for their Shifter hunting, much like you and Sam are for your demon and god thing. So we took them up on it and became friends. They like to hear about you and they do most of our background checks for the files for us, too." Bobby explained and Dean shrugged, it made sense.

"So why didn't you tell us about her then?" Dean asked, why the secrecy?

"Never came up. I have a lot of contacts you boys don't know about, Hell, Ellen doesn't know about." Bobby said with secretive smile, "Been doing this before you were born, son, trust me, you accumulate a lot of contacts, mostly past hunters, their relatives, and people you saved, over the years."

"So this woman, she's a Hunter?" Dean asked. She had seemed the type.

"Yeah, from a long line of Hunters, like the Winchesters were. Her whole family grew up in the life until her Dad retired and they moved to Maine. Never thought she'd marry another Hunter after that. She always craved normal. Stan was a good man. So like John, too." Bobby sighed, "That kid must have been Lonnie's girl, hadn't heard from them for a while. They retired to be close to her old man, Thom." He shook his head in admiration, "Always were a close knit bunch, that family."

"So, why weren't they hunting it?" Dean asked. If they were really Hunters, they would have already been on it.

"They probably have been. You have to understand. Thom was mauled by a werewolf pack years ago and lost his wife to the same hunt. He was in a coma for months. So they decided he should retire, before Hunting killed him." Bobby said and added, "She doesn't want that old man hunting; he's got a life now. I bet she and the others have been looking into it. There wasn't much to find, if you hadn't noticed."

"Yeah, there wasn't much, got us there. Well, we're here. We can help now." Dean said nodding, feeling relieved now. So they hadn't just let the kids be killed; that would have pissed him off.

"That's my plan. The old man could know more, we just have to talk to him tonight. Then we'll start hunting the bastard." Bobby agreed. Thom was a sharp one, he'd be a help, Cheryl, too. She had always had good instincts, too.

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They took in their rooms. They were nice and reminded Dean of the rooms they had when their parents had been alive; welcoming and warm. His stomach grumbled and he laughed, they had forgotten to eat earlier. Thank goodness Ellen hadn't been there. She would have made them eat.

Bobby smiled fondly and opened his phone, calling his wife. He missed her. He sat on his bed and talked to her, reassuring her that they were okay and letting her know where he was.

Ellen sent her love to her son, and said to thank the family for letting them stay with them. She was still worried but was encouraged by the fact that there were other hunters to help them with it. They stood a better chance of catching it and surviving it to return to them soon that way.

Bobby felt the ache there, in his chest, and smiled. Dean wasn't the only one who missed their mate and felt like something was missing when they were apart. Bobby and Ellen felt the same one, every time he had to be far from their family and each other. Bobby had meant it when he said that's what love felt like sometimes, he was speaking from personal experience.

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In his own room, Dean was talking to Sam as well.

"I miss you, baby." Dean said smiling softly at Sam's sigh. He could feel Sam's love flowing from him to Dean through the phone already.

"Miss you, too." Sam said and sighed again, "We're going Christmas shopping tomorrow. Kind of wanted to do that with you." He had wanted that, maybe they could when he got back?

"Go shop, just save some shopping for us. I can't wait to see your face when we walk through the mall and look at the Christmas displays. You always liked them. Your face just lights up so happily when you look at them around this time of year." Dean said and Sam chuckled, Dean knew him so well.

"Yes, I do like that part." Sam smiled, "How about I hold off on mall shopping until you get back and that way we can see them for the first time together?" It wouldn't be the same without Dean there anyway. Mom was nice to have but he really wanted to share this with Dean more.

"I'd love that." Dean said and meant it; they could marvel at them together. With fresh eyes. "I'll be with you tonight, in our dreams, baby. Meet me in that room again? I can sleep in your arms that way."

"I'm waiting for tonight, too. I'll meet you there. It feels like you're really there when we're like that there, in the flesh sort of. Is that weird? It feels real." Sam smiled more, "It feels like you're really there, Dean. It makes me feel better."

"It is real, Sammy." Dean said smiling softly, "I'm really with you. I'm always with you, baby. Even when you don't feel me there, I'm still there. I never leave you, ever. You never leave me. I could be sitting in a room alone and you're still there, same applies to you."

"So when I'm alone in the kitchen, say like now, you're still here with me?" Sam teased lovingly, wishing it were true. He wanted to be with Dean right now. So much it hurt a little. Not as much as before, but still, a little.

"I'm there." Dean reassured him and teased, "Speaking of being alone, what are you wearing, baby?" He grinned at Sam's evil chuckle.

"You tell me, since you're here, too." Sam challenged and Dean closed his eyes reaching through his mind link to use Sam's own eyes to look at his body. "You're cheating." Sam said feeling him there and smiled anyway. A ghostly touched stroked his groin, making him hard and aching now. "Stop that. No fair teasing the pregnant hormone crazed man! You know my sex drive is going nuts right now."

"Speaking of nuts." Dean let his soul-self kneel before his lover, his beautiful mate.

Sam felt a ghostly touch to that area and moaned, letting Dean tease him, he needed this to feel better about Dean being so far away. He felt connected to Dean as he did this. "Suck me?" He wondered if they could do that, maybe not.

He felt a ghostly mouth on him and moaned now, hand going down to guide it but only hitting his own thigh. He almost felt disappointed but that thought fled as the mouth worked him and he arched in his chair moaning loudly and not caring who heard it, cumming with Dean's name of his lips, smiling happily.

"You're wearing sweats and a tank top, the ones I left you with my scent on them for you. I'd bet those are my underwear you stole out of my bag before I left that you are wearing right now, too." Dean chuckled at the blush he saw and stood to let his transparent hand touch his lover's face. "So beautiful when you blush, Sammy. You only blush that way for me, you know that, right?"

"So you are here, right in front of me? Really here, while we're on the phone? Really?" Sam was thrilled now! "Can I touch you? Can I hug you?"

Dean let his energy solidify and he now stood before Sam, complete and whole, so to speak. He couldn't hold this form long but he could do this for Sam. "I can't keep this form long, though, it stretches our link too much if I try. Yours too, so be careful if you do it, Sam." Dean warned and still managed to smile, both Deans smiled.

Sam stood and hugged him, kissing him hard and urgently, stealing what he could before Dean's Astral form dissolved on him. "I love you, Dean, I miss you." Dean's hand touched Sam's face and jaw, brushing through his hair. "I love you, too. I miss you, Sammy." Sam felt the form soften and stepped back, holding its hands. It was transparent now, close to being gone. "I'll be home soon, Sam. Don't worry too much, okay?"

"I'll try. You know me." Sam said nodding and feeling the hands go from soft cushiony feeling to being gone.

"I love you, Sammy." Came Dean's voice whispering in Sam's ear one last time, "Always where you are, baby, never far away." A ghostly hand touched his face and ghostly lips touched his again. "Meet me in the room later, baby, I want to really hold you soon."

"I will." Sam agreed and smiled, they said their goodbyes and hung up their phones, pulling up the front of his pants and using a dish towel to clean up his semen. Ellen made a sound in her throat and he jumped, red with embarrassment. She handed him the cleanser and smiled. "You feel better now, Sam?" Sam gave her a soft wry look and smiled, nodding.

"Next time you two try Astral Sex, try not to do it in my Kitchen, okay?" She teased and Sam blushed again, hanging his head to hide it, smiling wider now. She had seen it, he hadn't known she was there, but then again, he wouldn't have stopped it if he had known. He'd needed that contact from Dean and nothing would have stopped him from getting it, not even his Mom's embarrassed presence.

"Okay. How's Dad?" Sam asked and handed her the towel to toss in the washer with the others now.

"He's fine. He's staying with some retired Hunters there. They're going to Hunt the thing there. We'll help with research here, they might need it." Ellen said and asked, "You up for helping with that part?" She knew he was and it would keep both their minds occupied so they wouldn't miss their men so much, too.

"I could help." Sam said and Ellen grabbed them some bottled waters, four of them. They headed to the study to work on the research, both sad but Sam smiling, feeling sated for the moment. Dean was here and that made Sam feel less lonely for him. Now he wondered if he could do it too. Maybe he could try it sometime, too?

Dean steadied himself as he went to stand, letting his Astral-self settle back into his body, smiling. He felt weaker but not too much. It hadn't taken as much of his energy as he had thought it would. He was glad he had finished reading the Shifter journal now. The last page had detailed how to Astral project, and told the restrictions on it, to your loved ones.

He headed downstairs now, smiling widely and adjusting his pants, Astral sex wasn't half bad really, maybe he could teach it to Bobby. Ellen would like Bobby visiting her too.

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They were looking at the files Cheryl had shared with them. They were nightmare worthy to say the least. The reports were boring but informative. Police statements were punctuated with the obvious, they had nothing and were losing heart in ever doing so. The pictures were the worst, the fucking absolute worst. 13 little girls dead now.

Little girls, tiny things, so pretty. Ripped apart and then it gets worse. Each file is filled with photos of the dead girls, the crimes scene, and those broken dolls. So broken, like those little girls. As if the dolls symbolized and shared the fates of their little mistresses. To be broken and destroyed, beautiful unique dolls for beautiful unique little girls. Dean could handle staring at the girls, he'd seen death before, but he couldn't stop staring at the dolls, those horrible dolls. Not because of the possessed one from before, although he was sure it was partly that. But mostly because, like their former owners, they had been beautiful and harmless and someone had killed and broken them. It broke his heart to think those innocent girls, those human dolls someone had broken, were left out like unwanted trash, bleeding and dead, strewn about like trash falling through a breaking bag that one puts out on trash day. Beautiful little girls with beautiful dolls, treated like trash falling upon the grass, blasphemed perfection made imperfect in its violence.

Both men knew it was about the kids, but all they could see, all that they burned into their scarred memories, was the image of broken dolls.

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Supper proved to be a meeting type thing rather than a sit down meal.

The father, Thom, told them what he had found out. Burned in hand prints, a dark smell, possibly sulfur in nature, and the dolls, every girl had doll. Some had their own but the ones that didn't have dolls, didn't even play with those kinds of dolls, all died with one by their sides. Children were laid out in the same positions as the dolls were, duplicated down to the same hair pattern and body positioning. Spooky.

There were no clues and nothing to generate one. Just a bad feeling in the Hunter's gut and the sense of what it could be. Nothing the cops could use.

There was a knock now and she went to answer it, they followed her. Just in case the creature went after her. It was a silly thing to do, like the monster would ring the doorbell! They were just freaked and their Hunter instincts were revving up to get started Hunting this cold-hearted son of a bitch.

It was that detective from before, Dan…they thought harder and got it. Hays, Dan Hays. She was hugging him and he wasn't dressed as a cop or for cop work; he was dressed like a Hunter and looked ready to Hunt, like they were. This puzzled them.

"Dan, this is Dean Singer and his Dad, Bobby Singer. Guys, this is my half-brother, Dan. He's a former Hunter himself. He wants to help, too." Cheryl said and hugged him again.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Dan." Dean said in surprise and had to ask, "So the Police Commissioner is a Hunter and the Head of Detectives is a Hunter. Does that mean the Mayor is too?" He was teasing but he had to know how many damn Hunters there were in this town, damn there were a lot of them so far, retired or not!

"No." Cheryl chuckled getting the joke, the others did, too. Dean was right, it wasn't normal for so many Hunters to move to the same place if they retired. "It's not like that. Me and Dad moved here. Then Lonnie retired with his Sue, and they wanted to be close to Dad, then Sean and his family and then Lee and his moved here. Something wiped out Lee's family a month or two ago, missed him, he was on a hunt, you see. Two kids and his wife. He lost it and is currently out hunting for what did it. We tried to stop him but, Bobby, you know Lee, he won't stop until he finds the thing. I called him earlier and he said he'd show up in a few hours, he'll be staying with us, too." Cheryl explained and opened it to a haggard and red-eyed man that she immediately hugged in welcome and Dan did, too. "This is my brother, Lee. This is Dean Singer and his Dad, Bobby Singer. You know Bobby as I recall."

"Yeah, helps me sometimes with research and backup." Lee said and looked at Dean, "Heard about the baby coming, congrats!" He shook Dean's hand and patted his back. "Kids are…I mean…damn it…mine were…great." He looked broken now but soon hid the expression, "They're great, you're lucky." His voice was breaking, so full of pain. "Sorry. I'm just…"

"We get it, it's okay. We can help you hunt the bastard if you need us." Bobby said suggestively and Lee looked unhappy.

"No, I've got it. It's just with the holidays coming up and, well, it's my first without them. It's really hard." Lee shrugged and wiped some stray tears away. "Bastard keeps slipping away when I get close to him. I'll get him though! Yeah, that son of a bitch is going to pay for that shit, gonna get it." He looked at his sister now, "Heard you say there was case here?"

"Yeah, something is killing little girls here in town, 13 as of today. Lee, it was Sera, Lonnie's girl." Cheryl said and winced at the angry and grief stricken look on the man's face as it fell more now.

"Does he know? And Julia?" Lee asked quietly, shocked and needing to sit now as well. "Crap, he can't be taking this well!"

"He doesn't know yet. And no sign of Julia yet either. We're looking for her , honest." Cheryl said softly, eyes furtively watching the door still. "I'm telling him now." She looked at them sadly, "Sorry to get you involved in our family drama but, well, Jenny was family. I didn't expect this." She told them coldly, " It still has her twin sister, Julia. They were taken at the same time. We think they probably used one twin to control the other, the old 'I'll hurt them if you don't do what I say' thing. Very effective." She eyed the door as the bell rang…again. " Sera and Julia were very close, a bit like you two are but without the Shifter stuff, the love bond thing. Using Julia to control Sera would have worked perfectly." She whispered now, "That's not all, guys. You won't like this part."

"What is it? He tore them apart! Left them broken like the damn dolls lying beside them! What could be worse?" Bobby asked, he couldn't wrap his head around how much worse tearing a five year old apart could get?

"They raped them too. There was signs of sexual activity, possibly while they were killing them." Cheryl said feeling sick again. This part made her sick. "He manipulates them to get them in his vehicle, then…does that…as he tears them apart at the same time. Coroner reports support the theory, too. Sexual activity occurred right when the whole tearing them apart thing does. This guy's one sick bastard!" She opened the door as the bell rang again and cringed when she realized the man outside it had heard everything they had just said.

"Tell me that little girl you found wasn't Sera. Please tell me some perv didn't do what you just said to my baby! Please, Cher, tell me!" the blonde man moaned and fell to his knees as she shook her head in resignation and handed him the file. "Not Sera, not my girl!"

"I'm afraid it's worse than that, Lon. Julia wasn't with her, she's still missing." Thom said, using his cane to walk to his son and held him as he cried, "We got help now, we'll find her. Promise, son, we'll do it our way." He looked at his daughter and son and sighed, "We did it your way, now…we do it ours." His eyes were hard now, cold and angry. "We find it, we don't bring it and we don't interrogate it. No cops see this thing. We kill the bastard, once and for all!" His lips were now pressed into a line, "I am not losing any more of my family to this monster!" Both cops nodded and shrugged, they'd thought it would be this way.

"I can help Hunt." Cheryl said and Lee nodded, "Me, too. Got my gear set and car outside."

"Us, too." Cheryl responded and looked at Dan, "He's got his out there, too. All Hunting cars, not the 'normal' ones. We're ready to Hunt when you're ready."

"You Shifters have great smellers, right?" Lonnie asked Dean who nodded, he could smell a lot more than humans, track anyone really by smell alone.

"Yeah, what are you thinking?" Dean asked and Lon smiled, pulling a dress out of his bag now, from the bag he had dropped nearby.

"This is Julia's. You can scent it and maybe find her that way." Lon said handing Dean the dress. Dean scented it and smiled, he had it, he wouldn't forget that smell.

They eyed the table and smiled coldly, "Let's get started right now. Dean, you go first, find that scent and follow it, the rest of us will follow you." Bobby suggested and Dean nodded, heading out to his car now. The other's followed and locked up. Three dogs ran out with them. One went with Thom and Cheryl, they called him Caeser. Another went with Lonnie, Rex was its name. The last joined Lee, Rufus was its name. All had eyes like like red burning coal and really long teeth at the sides like steak knives. They all smelled like sulfur and were hot to the touch as they brushed by the Singers, almost burning them through their pants fabric.

"Are those…what are those dogs? Not normal ones, I know that." Dean asked as Bobby got in the passenger side and chuckled,

Bobby explained, "They're Hellhounds, Dean. Triplets, so to speak. One day they got up here, saw them people, took dog form and protected that family. No one knows who summoned them but all we know is one minute they were facing a demon attack and, the next, three invisible dogs saved the Hunters, pulled the demons down to Hell, came back and took dog forms, and chose their Hunters, been with them ever since. She keeps them out back for them; keeps their secret better that way."

"Real hell hounds, like from the pit, black dogs?" Dean kept his senses open and scented for the girl's scent.

"Yep, exact ones." Bobby nodded and Dean smiled, it was unusual to say the least but he didn't question the unusual stuff, hell, he was unusual, too. He caught a faint scent that matched hers, parked the car by the road and shifted into dog form, the others joining him, their dogs at their sides. He ran off to chase it, the Hellhounds following catching the scent, too. The Hunters followed them and prayed they would find the girl in time.

Dean reflected to himself that with himself in animal form and the Hellhounds beside him, he could tear the bastard apart for them with his claws and teeth. He stopped and wanted to scream, and ran to turn back now, naked as he approached them, Bobby handed him a trench coat. "Humans, grown ones. I'm smelling one and…we have to get in there and now!" He growled, "I smell sex in there, someone is having sex."

The Hunters rushed in, Dean and the Hellhounds at their heels, and found a man doing something they never wanted to see ever again. Not that they would. Lonnie shot the bastard through the head and Lee and the others got the rest. Several seconds and bullets later, he was dead and Julia was in her father's arms, sobbing and afraid.

"Is there anymore girls, baby, can you tell me that? Is there anymore here?" Lonnie asked gently, soothing his daughter while the others looked around. "Please, it's important. Are there anymore little ones here? Anymore like him here?"

"Yes, downstairs, down that elevator. Three more girls." Julie said softly, trying to answer her father without crying more. "There were two more men, they left a little bit ago, said he could have some fun. He gave them money and he grabbed me." She cried now and whimpered, in pain still. "He was with some creepy thing like I saw in your journal, Daddy. The one with glowing eyes and the cloak, but he had funny skin, it was this ugly green scaly thing and his eyes glowed red. His skin was like the one in the book though, all wrinkly like grandpa." She sobbed and he held her tighter now, crying as well. "He let the men do this to Sera and some of the others then the cloaked one, he sat on them, and sucked this white light from them, and tore them apart while he did it! Daddy, They hurt Sera! They hurt me!" She cried now but her voice was hard when she spoke now, "Kill them for me? For her? Especially the string…stryk…" Her brow crinkled as she tried to remember the hard word for it from her father's journal, "Stryg…"

"Stryga?" Lonnie asked and she nodded. "Yeah, that." She said and cried again as the others came back with three little girls in tow, all crying and afraid. They headed to the cars and took them to the hospital, called their parents, and the cops went to file reports on it, after working out stories for everyone to recite when asked.

They had been out driving when they had seen a light in an abandoned house and heard cries, so they went to check, since the deaths had them on edge, what else could they do? Civic duty and all. They deserved medals for their bravery, or so the cops said. Mostly the Hunters thought they deserved an Academy award for those performances, especially Cheryl and Dan, oh, and a Pulitzer for writing fiction, since that entire report they wrote up, well, it was a complete and very well written work of fiction unto itself.

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They all thanked Dean for saving their girl and the others; if he hadn't have caught Julia scent, they never could have saved anyone tonight. For that, they would owe that man big time!

Afterward, they all headed home, well, Lonnie did. The rest headed back to Cheryl's to rest up. It felt good saving the little girls but it still left two pedophiles and a Stryga to find.

"Did you see those girls with dolls down there, at all?" Bobby asked and they shook their heads.

"No, why?" Cheryl said and it donned on her. "If they're found dead with the dolls but don't have them with them in their cages, where are the dolls coming from? Bet the perp is putting them there, after they dump the bodies and pose them. Bet it's one of the pedophiles, too. Could be their signature." Cheryl got on the phone and, an hour later, had techs scouring the dolls to find out where they came from and if there was any evidence on them they might have missed.

Cops were working overtime tonight and so were the Hunters.

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Eventually they went to bed and Dean taught Bobby the Astral visit thing and they practiced it for a couple hours until he had it right; Ellen letting them know if it was by phone. Then Dean slept and found Sam in their dream place and had him hold him as he cried and trembled at the sight of the broken dolls so resembling children, covering the floor around their bed, blood pooling under each doll part, or was that real little girl parts. Sam tried to will the gruesome images away but failed, settling for only comforting Dean now, with Sam's eyes clenched shut. The gruesome sights stayed with them all night and Dean's eyes barely left them, just as he suspected they wouldn't.

They were seared into his brain, after all.

Sam couldn't ease this pain but he could help Dean bear it. Sam held the shaking man and they slept. And in every dream Dean had, little girls were dead and torn apart.

And broken dolls marked their graves.

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