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Chapter One: Hunter's Sons

The first time the world met the Winchesters was the winter of 1985. They were tiny little things, curled up asleep behind the bar at Harvelle's Roadhouse, and Bill and Ellen spent all night answering questions of "Whose are they?" and "Where did they come from?"

"They're John Winchester's boys," they would say, "We're watchin' 'em."

John Winchester was reclusive. Occasionally someone would see him leaving Bobby Singer's or the Roadhouse with a stack of notes and a case of beer, but other than that he worked alone. He knew how to shut up and do his job though, so no one really bothered him.

By the next morning, word of the Winchester children had spread, but a week later Hunters had forgotten all about them thanks to Jake Thompson's tale of an exorcism that had very nearly gone wrong.

Over the years, Winchester trained up his boys, but the little family never hunted anything worse than a wendigo or a poltergeist. They weren't heard from often, and even less after Ellen Harvelle held a gun to John's head when she found out her husband had been used as bait.

Until summer of 2001. The younger brother ran off to college. The elder sat at the bar in the Roadhouse and drank himself stupid. John Winchester dropped off the face of the earth and rumors flew. Some said that he had run off to a secret family, others said Bobby Singer had shot him, and others still said that he had made a deal with a demon for his youngest to have a normal life.

And for four years, the Hunting world forgot about the Winchesters. When they resurfaced, it didn't take long to realize how stupid that was.

A/N: Jake Thompson is only going to be mentioned in this chapter. You'll never see him again.