They only had to wait about an hour before there was quiet, insistent knocking at the door. Bobby got up to answer it, grumbling all the way.

"You have demons in your yard," the soldier –Black– says as he walks further into the room.

Sam, Dean and Bobby immediately went to the windows. Sure enough, there were about six demons scattered around various parts of the yard.

"Relax. They won't be getting to anywhere for a long time to come." Black said casually as they started to scramble around for their weapons.

Sam, curiously peeked out the window, instantly seeing how each demon is struggled to move but was stuck in place.

"Devils traps" he says suddenly, silencing Dean's rant.

"Close," Black says, refusing to explain any further when asked. He turns to Bobby and smirks. "You're getting old, Bobby. Got a lot more grey hairs since last I saw you," he teases.

Bobby grumbled before surprising the brothers by crushing Black in a bone-crushing hug.

"Uh...,"was Dean's brilliant response.

The man turned to them with a smirk and shook Sam's hand when it was offered.

"Hadrian James Lupin-Black, hunter and Bobby's godson."

Bobby starts laughing at their dumbfounded faces while Hadrian wraps an arm around Bobby's shoulders.

A week later, Bobby gave them a new case, having gotten Hadrian to clear their names from all government records, databases and files. Like they never exsisted.

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Hadrian was enjoying himself. The pounding bass rattling in his bones, the bumping, grinding bodies on the dance floor and the pleasant burn of the strong alcohol he was drinking.

Letting his head drop from his last shot, his eyes fell on a tall, dark, handsome man in the corner of the bar. Turning, he ordered four more shots and sent one to the man.

The waiter sneered and said he was wasting his time, that he'd been denying drinks all night but brought them over anyway. Leaning back on the bar, Hadrian watched as the man tossed back the shot before he winked.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, Hadrian downed his shot and moved closer, unable to look away from the man with the smoldering brown eyes and intoxicating smile.

Confidently striding over, he slide into the open seat directly next to the tastefully dressed stranger.

Hadrian sipped at his last shot before the other man took it an drank it without breaking eye contact. Giving a charming smile, he offered a hand. Hadrian took it, only to blush when he brushed a kiss to the back of his knuckles.

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