Author's Note: I do not own Supernatural or the characters but I do own the characters that I have created.

What if things had gone just a little different in the Winchester's life. This is just one of many ways that things could have gone. Please let me know what you think. I will be trying to update the story as I get each chapter finished.

With every choice we make there are thousands of others not taken. What if the path you are on is not the one you were supposed to take? Can you change your destiny? Can you change your future? Only if you can change your past.

Four & Six Months

John cradled his youngest son in his arms as he sat on the back of his car. Dean scooted closer laying his head on John's arm. A policeman walked past glancing at him and shaking his head slightly. John looked up at him and narrowed his eyes. The officer quickly walked away not saying anything.

"Mr. Winchester" John turned to face the fire chief. "It has been determined that the cause of the fire was some bad wiring in the wall." John only nodded. "The rest of the house seems fine but it would be best to wait a few days, just to be on the safe side. Is there someone you can stay with for a few days?"

"I'll find a place." John's voice was raspy from the smoke and non use.

The fire chief just nodded and walked away. John carried Sam around and placed him in the backseat of the Impala. He then went back and picked Dean up hugging him tight before placing him in the backseat.

John turned and watched the smoke circle around the roof of his home.

"You don't believe him do you?"

John turned toward the voice and saw a fireman standing beside him. John wandered when he had walked up but just shrugged. "Believe what?"

"That it was bad wiring."

John looked back at his house. "What else could it have been?"

The man sighed. "You are a smart man John. You know there is no way it could have been just bad wiring." John looked back at the man in shock. "Bad wires wouldn't have pinned your wife to the ceiling. Nothing natural could have done that."

John placed himself between the man and his sons in the backseat. "Who are you and what do you want?"

The man held his hands up and took a step back. "I'm just here to help you answer some questions. Try and help you get through the next few days."

"Why should I trust you?"

The man laughed. "I don't want you to trust me. The only people in this world that you should ever trust are your family."

"Okay then why are you helping me?"

"I have my reasons."

John thought about it a moment before nodding. "Okay fine so tell me what just happened to my wife?"

"You really don't mess around do you?" The man crossed his arms. "Fine your wife was just killed by a demon. And before you ask I'm not going to tell you why she was killed, that you will have to learn on your own. But I will teach you how to hunt it down, it and many other things."

John looked back at the house. Thoughts of carrying Mary over the threshold the day they signed the papers. The night they carried Dean so carefully into the house for the first time. And four years later when Mary walked in with Sam in her arms and the sound of Dean begging to hold his baby brother. This was supposed to be the happiest place ever, their home. Now it was all gone and deep down John knew it had nothing to do with the wiring. He looked back at the man. "I'm not saying I believe you but I will listen to you."

The man smiled. "Sounds good to me." He turned to leave but stopped and faced John. "Always remember this one very important thing John Winchester. Never keep secrets from your sons. The three of you are only strong together. I will contact you tomorrow and start your training."

"You haven't even bothered to tell me your name." John said.

"You can call me Thor" The man said smiling. "I will contact you tomorrow."

John watched the man walk away wandering what he had just gotten his self into. Glancing into the backseat he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his two boys cuddled together asleep. Sliding in behind the wheel John took a deep breath and closed his eyes. What was he going to do now?

John jerked slightly when there was a light tap on his shoulder. He turned slightly and looked at his oldest son. "Don't cry Daddy."

John ran a finger down his son's check. "Thanks Deano you want to sit up here with me?"

Dean looked back at Sam and shook his head. "I don't want to leave Sammy alone. Daddy is Mommy coming with us?"

John knew this question would come about at sometime he just didn't realize it would hit him so hard. "I'm sorry kiddo but Mommy's well she's…" The man's words came back to John, 'never keep secrets from your sons.' "I'm sorry to say that Mommy will not be coming with us this time or ever."

"Is she with the angels?" Dean asked.

John thought of lying again but instead he said. "I'm really not sure baby."

Dean thought of this a moment before yawning and cuddling back down next to Sam. John stared at them for a few minutes before turning forward again. He didn't know what he was going to do but he did know he was going to keep his boys safe.

"Keep your mind on what you're doing." Thor yelled.

John tried to take a breath as he pushed himself off the ground. "I am"

"Then how did it get away?"

"Why didn't you do something?"

"You're the one training not me."

John cursed as he took off after the monster. They had been hunting the werewolf for two days. Tonight was the last night of the moon cycle. There was a growl form his left and John spun around just in time for the werewolf leapt at him.

"If it bites you, you are done for as is your sons." Thor said standing not far from him.

John slashed at the monster with the silver knife Thor had given him. The werewolf screamed and stumbled backward. As John stood he pulled the gun. He hesitated a moment. The werewolf was a sixteen year old girl who had been attacked on her way home from a friends. She snarled at him and took a step toward him. John fired once hitting the girl directly in the heart. As she crumbled to the ground she returned to the sixteen year old that she truly was.

"Why did you hesitate?" Thor asked his voice calm and cold.

"She was just a kid." John said looking down at her.

"You cannot think that way John. She was nothing more than a monster that needed to be stopped. If you hesitate at the wrong time it could cost you your life or that of one of your sons."

"I'm not sure that I can be that cold and heartless?" John said, looking at the other man.

"It is what must be done to do the work that you have ahead of you." Thor said flatly. "For the good of your sons."

"I'm really getting tired of you using my sons as leverage." John said looking toward the car. He hoped that the two boys were still asleep. "I've been thinking that maybe I should find some of Mary's family and…"

"NO" Thor snapped.

John looked at him in shock. "They would at least be safe."

"There you would be wrong." Thor said calming slightly. "Believe this if nothing else. You are the only one that can keep those two safe. And they must stay safe. One day they will be stronger and even better hunters then you."

John laughed. "I'm not that great now."

Thor gave him a slight smile. "You will be."