Sometimes the greatest people you will every meet come across as complete dicks. I met Max and Mat three years before I started the hunt for my father. They were those annoying brothers who thought they owned the ground you walked on.

The two had hazelnut hair and pale blue eyes. They had been the ones that approached me with the idea that my father was back from the dead again. The boy's mother Mrs. William was a private investigator who had been apart of the Winchester brothers case after they held host a handful of people in a bank.

Being the weird children the William twins were the became obsessed with the case convinced there was something more to the whole ordeal. After the multiple deaths and resurrections of my father and uncle, they decided that the last finalized death was also a hoax's.

They approached me demanding information convinced that I was working with my father hiding his whereabouts. When they finally decide that I wasn't smart enough to pull such a scandal off they let me in on the there investigation.

"Your family is batshit crazy," Mat informed, "Could be hereditary will have to test your physiological stability to be sure."

"Kind of kinky I must say with the whole grave desecrations," Max comments, "What do you think is up with that?"

Curious myself the four of us (once I convinced them to let Tyson in) analyzed the Winchester Brothers Case. That was my team, we were the four Winchester Hunters. Mat had done the research, while Max drew out the plans. He mapped out the steps my father and uncle had followed from the information Mat provided.

I told them about the night of my father's death, needing someone to believe me. "You're batshit crazy," Mat tells me, "Defiantly hereditary."

That earned a punch in the arm from Max who gave me a look of sympathy, "Let's say this happened, these 'monsters' actually killed your mother, there's still the question of why?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, but if your right about my father being alive and all then he'll know," I bowed my head, "He could help me understand...everything."

It was then I told them my secret the one that only Tyson knew. I told them because theses three where my family and you trust family. The first time I had an 'episode' (as my uncle 'mothers side' used to refer to them) I had turned eight. I don't know what triggered it. We where all having dinner. One second I was stuffing my face the next I was being yelled at for carving into the table with my butter knife.

My Uncle had touched my shoulder and I had begun to scream. It took nearly an hour to get me to calm down and when I looked at the cuts on the table it was the words 'Mors'. I later learned it was Latin for death. A week later my Uncle died.

Not all my episodes resulted in Latin words being carved where ever I could put them. Sometimes during an episode, I would draw pictures and on rare occasions, I would hear voices or I have a vision that I couldn't decipher.

Mat and Max decided to do experiments because of this new information. The did all sorts of test hoping to scientifically understand my dilemma. "Maybe your family is aliens," Max once joked causing Mat to start typing on his computer.

"Maybe your physic!" Tyson offered.

"Its a possibility," Max comments.

"If it is the case promise not to go all Carrie on us?" Mat adds. That earned me the nickname Carrie from the (twelve minutes) older William twin.

To summaries these to where the brains behind the operation of finding the Winchesters and where my back up so when the man in a trench coat released my bonds my first course of action was to get to Tyson and call the brothers.

"TY!" I chocked crawling to his side. My eyes scanned for wounds but they were gone. His pulses were calm under my fingertips like he was asleep. In a panic, I found his phone my finger twitching as I went through contacts.

"Hunter," a voice said slowly.

I snapped to face the man with raven hair and blue eyes. "Who are you? Who was that demon thing? How do you and him even know my name?"

The man didn't reply instantly instead he stared at me his eyes squinted. I felt like I knew him, not so much as him personally but as if his presence was common. I wasn't sure how I felt about that realization.

"I see the resemblances," he suddenly said.

"What?" I cried.

"I don't know how they found you, I've warded you, your untraceable," he says more to himself than me, "Listen when you wake up you need to get as far away as possible, go home."

"What? Who are you? What are you?" My words were wobbly on my lips.

"Castiel, I'm the angel of the lord," he claimed.

Before I could demand what he was doing his fingers were pressed to my forehead and all was black. My last capable thought was a plead. Don't.

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The moment I was conscious I was up my heart was pounding in my chest. My head was heavy and my surroundings were blurred for a moment. I groaned scanning my surroundings. Ugly wallpaper, mildew smell, out of date television.

"Motel," I groaned.

"Horrible isn't it?" Tyson sounded from my side.

I snapped my eyes to the familiar male. He stood by the door to coffees and donut box in his hands. I couldn't stop myself from launching up into his embrace. He yelped in surprises nearly spilling the drinks.

"Woah, okay," He spattered.

"You're okay," I nearly sobbed, "But how? How did we get here?"

I jumped back looking into his eyes for answers. He looked at me confused, "We walked from the airport?" he answered, "You okay? Your kind of pale."

"But the demon and the angel Cam or something!" I recalled. His confused expression didn't waver.

"Someone ate too many sweets," He states, "I told you they give you hella nightmares."

I shook my head running my hands through my hair panicked. 'Listen when you wake up you need to get as far away as possible, go home.' The words burned in my head. As quick as I could I could I dived for my bags.

"What are you doing?" Ty had set down our breakfast. His eyes followed my insane rush to pack everything. It wasn't much we hadn't unpacked anything really.

"I don't know what you remember from last night, but we have got to get out of this town!" I tell him.

"What? Why? We came all this way to see your fathers childhood home and you're just gonna up and leave before you get the chance?" Ty frowned and reached to stop me I couldn't help but flinch.

"Plans have changed!" I say after a moment. I began to scan the room taking any of my stuff and stuffing it away.

Ty grabbed my arm in an attempt to calm me, "Hey, just come down tell me whats got you so on edge while I shower, then we'll go get some breakfast and after you calm down and you still want to leave then we will okay."

I relaxed my shoulders and took a deep breath, "Okay," I agreed and ignored something glowing off to the corner of my eye.

--

Tyson was in the shower why I sad alert on the toilet seat. My small army knife, the one Tyson got me for my thirteenth birthday was opened and clenched between my fist. I don't know how Tyson had managed to get it on the plan and here but his uncle was a pilot so it's not too surprising.

"Demons," Tyson repeated, "You're saying that I was possessed by a demon named Francis?"

"Yes," I answered.

He was quiet for a moment, "Francis is a terrible demon name."

"Tyson this is no time for joking I'm being serious!" I cried in frustration. He opened the curtain slightly sticking out his head. His hair stuck to his face and wet droplets of water slid down his nose and cheeks.

"I am but Hunter think about this," He says, "Its kind of crazy are you sure you didn't dream it?"

"No!" I growled, "I'm telling the truth I can't believe you don't trust me!"

"I trust you Hunter but that doesn't mean that I can't question what you say, its just a little unbelievable," He moving the curtain back and continuing his washing.

"I wouldn't make this up, besides that thing is just like the monsters that killed my mother!" I tell him, "Let's not forget my freaky final destination crap you've seen, so how far-fetched can demons really be."

"Okay fine I believe you but note I still have slight doubts," he claims, "So this guy shows up heals me and releases you and thing were here and I have no memories of this whole possession thing and all you know is that he wants us to leave Lawrence?"

"Yes, which is why we got to leave," I state.

"Fine okay but I still want breakfast and were not leaving Kansas until you visit the house," he replies.

"Fine," I surrender.

"Good," He said, "Now get out so I can get out and get dressed!"

"It isn't nothing I ain't seen before," I declared.

"HUNTER!"

"Fine I'll close my eyes," I say and squeeze them shut. I hear him sigh and I hummed impatiently. For a moment as I wait for him to declare his nudity is covered I don't think of what happened with the demon instead I think of my father.

How he has all the answers and how he can help me. I imagine him smiling at me, telling me he's proud even though I offer nothing. Perhaps my hunt for him is enough for him to be proud of for I was going to find the man the law hunted years before. I was going to find the one person who could make me feel less crazy and more normal. I need to understand.

"Okay," Ty says, "Done."

He was referring to him being ready by I replied differently, "No," I tell him, "We still have a lot of hunting to do."

I open my eyes his hair dripping onto the tiled floor dressed in a button down and jeans. His eyes were normal and I was gonna make sure they stayed that way. He smiles and says "Lets go find your dad."

"Yeah, lets," I agree.

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The house was just like the picture on google earth. For having nearly burned to the ground years before it stood tall blending into the neighborhood. No one would have ever thought that a fire killed my grandmother. 

I walked up the steps manovering around a few toy trucks and candy wrappers that littered the walkway. The house wasn't quiet and hovering like I imagined it. I could here joyous laughter just behond the front door.

I smiled sadly thinking about what it would be like to grow up here. I raised my fist and knocked Ty stood close to my side and I barley acknowledged his presence. The sound of suffling and a woman yelling, "Ritchie pick up your toys!" Sound from the inside before the door opened revealing a blond woman with a soft smile. 

Behind her I could see a young boy who I assumed was Ritchie picking up a toy truck. The woman followed my eyes for a second before looking back and forth between me and Ty. 

"Hello, Can I help you?" She asked.

"Actually yes are you Jenny?" I asked.

"I am," She replied.

"Great I'd like to talk to you about who used to live here," I said, "May we come in?"