Sorry for any typos or mistakes that I make. I send these out right when I'm done typing them, making a quick scan for red lines and that's it. So sorry if anything sounds funny, I'm gonna try to go back in the very beginning and read the series over and fix any mistakes I've made

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Episode: Season 2 Episode 2

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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~Woods, night~

The only light comes from a wrapped, burning body. It was John's funeral. The way hunters are honored when they die. Standing behind, hands in their pockets, were Sam and Dean. Sam is near tears and fidgeting, Dean staring into the flames silently.

"Before he....before, did he say anything to you? About anything?" Sam asked.

"No. Nothing." Dean replied, not looking at his brother.

(M/n) came up to the two, silent.

~Junkyard~

~A week later~

Dean was underneath his car, working on it, only his legs sticking out. It was a little more than a rusted frame, but looks more considerably less crunched than less time. Sam walked up.

"How's the car coming along?" He asked.

"Slow."

"Yeah? Need any help?"

Dean dropped something heavy. "What, you under a hood? I'll pass."

"Need anything else, then?"

Dean pushed himself out from under the car ad stands.

"Stop it, Sam."

"Stop what?"

"Stop asking if I need anything, stop asking if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise. Trust me, (M/n) kept asking and you saw where that got him."

Sam remembered seeing (M/n) walk oddly, lightly saying 'ow' as he walked. Big bite marks on his neck that healed a little slower then usual.

"It's fun hooking up with a demon, they heal fast." Sam shook his head, not wanting to think about the two together.

"All right, Dean, it' just....We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up dad once."

"You know what? You're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, and maybe even slow dance." ((Loved this scene))

"Don't patronize me, Dean, dad is dead. The colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Say something alright? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day long buried underneath this damn car."

"Revenge, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Sounds good. You got any leads on where the demon is? Making heads or tails of any of dad's research? Because I sure ain't. But you know, if we finally find it- oh. No, wait, like you said. The colt's gone. Bu I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it. We've got noting, Sam. Nothing, okay? So you know the only thing I can do? Is I can work on the car." Dean said, crouching by the car again, getting back to work.

"Well, we've got something alright?" The younger Winchester pulled out a cell phone. "It's what I came by here to tell you. This is one of dad's old phones. Took me awhile, but I cracked his voicemail code. Listen to this," Sam handed Dean the cell phone, who stands and takes it reluctantly.

"John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me." A woman said.

"That message is four months old."

"Dad saved that chick's message for four months?"

"Yeah."

"Well, who's Ellen? Any mention of her in dad's journal?"

"No, But I ran a trace on her phone number and I got an address."

"Ask Bobby if we can use one of his cars."

~Road~

In a beat-up, poorly maintained minivan, Dean, Sam, and (M/n) pull up to the Roadhouse Saloon.

"This is humiliating. I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!"

"It's the only car Bobby had running." They start looking around. "Hello? Anybody here?"

"Yeah, calling out anybody helps." (M/n) said.

"Got any other ideas?" Sam asked.

"Hey. You bring the, uh." Dean asked.

"Of course." Sam said.

He tosses something to Dean, who catches it. They open the door and go inside. The saloon is quiet except for a fly buzzing. A light bulb blows out. They go to the back and see a man passed out on the bar.

"Hey, buddy." (M/n) walked up to him. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."

"Yeah."

Sam and (M/n) go into the back room, looking around. Dean goes down the steps, then pauses as he feels the point of a gun touch his back.

"Oh god, please let that be a rifle."

The gun cocks. "No, I'm just real happy to see you. Don't move." A girl said.

"Not moving, copy that. You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it against their back. Because it makes it real easy to do..." He turns fluidly, grabbing the rifle and cocking it. "That."

The girl punched him in the face and takes back the rifle. Dean doubles over, clutching his nose.

"Sam! Need some help in here. I can't see, I can't even see." He muttered.

The back door opens, Sam and (M/n) enter slowly. Both hands on their heads.

"Sorry, Dean, I can't right now. I'm a ....little tied up."

He nods his head, indicating Ellen, who is behind them with a handgun to their heads.

"Sam? Dean? Winchester?" She asked.

"Yeah." Both brothers answered.

"Son of a bitch."

"Mom, you know these guys?" The girl asked.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys." She lowers the gun, laughing. "Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo."

Jo also lowers her rifle, and Dean smiles at her.

"Hey."

"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Dean said.

Ellen is handing Dean a small towel filled with ice. (M/n) was slowly backing away, being in a room full of hunters was making him uneasy,

"Who's that then?" Jo asked, cocking the gun again.

"That's a friend of ours. (M/n) (L/n)." Dean said.

The boy stopped in his tracks, sheepishly smiled and waved.

"You called our dad, said you could help. Help with what?" Dean asked.

"With the demon, of course. I heard he was closing in on it."

"What, was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed? I mean, who, who are you? How do you know about all this?" Dean asked.

"Hey, I just run a saloon. But hunters have been known to pass through now and again. Including your dad a long time ago. John was like family once."

"Oh yeah? How come he never mentioned you before?"

"You'd have to ask him that."

"So why exactly do we need your help?"

"Hey, don't do me any favors. Look, if you don't want my help, fine. Don't let the door smack your ass on the way out. but John wouldn't have sent you if..." She stops, realizing, "He didn't send you." Dean looks down, then back at Sam. "He's alright, isn't he?"

"No. No, he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um, it just got him before he got it, I guess."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We're all right."

"Really? I know how close you and your dad were."

"Really, lady, I'm fine." (M/n) put a hand on oldest Winchester's shoulder.

"So look, if you can help, we could use all the help we can get."

"Well, we can't. But Ash will."

"Who's Ash?" Sam asked.

"Ash!" Ellen yelled.

The man passed out on the bar jerks awake and sits up, flailing.

"What? It closin' time?"

"That's...Ash?" (M/n) asked slowly.

"Mm-hmm. He's a genius." Jo said, smirking at the boy.

"Of course...."

A brown folder is slapped down on the bar; Sam and Ash are sitting, Dean and (M/n) standing behind them. Jo is on the other side of the bar pouring glasses of water.

"You've gotta be kidding me, this guys no genius. He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie." Dean commented.

"I like you." Ash said.

"Thanks."

"Just give him a chance."

Dean sits and opens the folder.

"All right. This stuff's about a year's worth of our dad's work, so uh, let's see what you make of it."

Ash pulls out the papers and starts rifling through them. He shakes his head.

"Come on. This crap isn't real. There ain't nobody can track a demon like this." The boy behind him giggled.

"Our dad could."

"There are non-parametrics, statistical overviews, prospects an correlation, I mean...damn! They're signs. Omens. Uh, if you can track 'em, you can track this demon. You know, like crop failures, electrical storms...You ever been struck by lightning? It ain't fun." Ash said.

"Well, a demon can track them before they can track it. And a demon can track another.....demon.....oh shit..." Realization hit the boy.

"(M/n)? You ok?" Dean asked, getting worried.

"I'm the one that got him killed...It's my fault...Me being with you guys killed your father!" He yelled. Dean got up and grabbed the boys shoulders.

"No you didn't. It wasn't your fault. Don't say that! None of this was your fault." Dean said to the demon, who was in tears. He pulled (M/n) in for a hug.

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asked Ash,

"Yeah, with this, I think so. But it's gonna take time, uh, give me....fifty one hours." The man said before getting up.

"Hey, man?" Dean said, still holding the demon.

"Yeah."

"I, uh, I dig the haircut."

"All business up front, party in the back."

As he left, Jo walked by, flirting a little with Dean, earning a glare form the demon.

(M/n) leaned in Dean's ear, whispering something, making the male laugh a bit. Then, gave Jo a 'sorry' look. Dean picked up (M/n), throwing him over his shoulder. "We'll be in the van if you need us, Sammy." And left.

Sam face palmed. Jo looked surprised. ((No one hate me for this. I'm thinking of Jo and (M/n) having a rivalry for Dean))

"Hey, Ellen, what it that?" Sam asked.

"It's a police scanner. We keep tabs on things, we..."

"No, no, no, no, the, um, the folder."

"Uh, I was gonna give this to a friend of mine. But take a look, if you want."

She takes a folder from the wall and places it in front on Sam. It has some newspaper clippings attached to the front, and on the front, in red marker:

COUPLE MURDERED

CHILD LEFT ALIVE

MEDFORD, WISC.

"Well...now I gotta go tell the two rabbits in the back of a van...." Sam said, grimly.

"Wanna drink something first? Those two might be a while." Ellen asked, chuckling a bit.

"Yeah."