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"So we got three death certificates for all three Winchesters," Willow said.

"But Sam and Dean both died before and came back. What's to say they didn't do it again? Or it wasn't a false death in the first place?"

"If they are your brothers, they are certainly strange, and possibly dangerous. I mean look at how long their rap sheets are, especially Dean's." Willow motioned to the printout of the Winchester's rap sheets, which was somewhere in a large mess of papers on the small table. Among the papers were a copy of the picture in his mom's yearbook of John Winchester compared to a picture from one of his arrests. Picture wise the connection was plausible, along with the fact that that John Winchester would have been 18 at the time of his conception, so the ages fit as well. The only way to know for sure though was to find Sam and or Dean and run a DNA test.

"You know that's how most hunter's rap sheets look right? It's how mine would look if I didn't have connections to the Council."

"I don't like it. What if they are as bad as their rap sheets say they are?" Not all hunters were sane. Not all hunters knew where the line was and some didn't care if they harmed humans who got in the way.

"Do you want to be a Winchester?"

"What?" Xander said startled, he hadn't really thought about it very much.

"Do you want to be a Winchester?" Willow repeated again.

"I don't know. Being part of family of hunters is preferable to being from a family of drunks. But being part of a family of drunks is better then being part of a family of serial killers, if the part where the Winchesters went off the rails and purposely stated the apocalypse is right. "

"You don't think anyone would purposely start an apocalypse would you? I mean humans," she corrected quickly.

"Humans can be just as bad as monsters, and hunters if they don't stop on time can go crazy. One of them I heard is in an asylum at the very moment, too many monsters."

"I see, you're making me all warm and tingly inside."

"You think slayers won't too? Before Buffy what's the oldest a slayer ever got? 30, maybe? Hunters die young too, but I know of hunters who live to retire." of them but none specifically. He was really lacking in information about other hunters. He had never really thought about the fact that due to his ties to The Council he was so out of touch with the rest of the hunting world.

"I need to find a hunter," Xander said absently.

"What?" Willow asked.

"I gotta to find someone who actually knows them, or knew them...wish the road house was still around.." at Willow questioning look Xander waved it off "Never mind."

There used to be a bar he used to go to get information and sometimes hunts, but the roadhouse was gone now. It's owner Ellen, her daughter Jo and Ash were all dead. He knew the Winchesters had something to do with that, but he never got the whole story. He didn't have much in the way of hunting buddies since half of them were crazy psycho's who would kill you rather than look at you and the other half he didn't know. But there was one guy he paired up with once. Not that he had exactly liked pairing up with him, but he still had his number.

"I got to make a phone call," Xander said and stood up and made his way to the other side of the room. He took out his phone, dialed the number and waited for him to answer.

"Hello."

"Hey Garth."

"Hey Xander."

"So do you know the Winchesters?"

"I went on a hunt with them a little while ago."

"So they're alive?"

"They were a few months ago."

"Good, that's good. What do you know about the Winchesters?"

"A bit. What do you want to know?"

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