HELPING A HUNTER

DISCLAIMER

This is one of two AU stories that I came up with. The other one has Sam more receptive to hunting, but I wasn't sure how I wanted to start that one. In this story, Sam and Dean aren't brothers. Mary Winchester was still taken by the ceiling demon and Dean and John still hunt evil. Sam is the demon's biological son and Meg's brother. All original characters belong to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the plot.

CHAPTER ONE: LEAVING

TWO YEARS AGO

Twenty-year old Sam packed a duffel. He had to get out of here. He couldn't stay anymore. The boy had blondish chestnut hair with brown eyes.

"Sammy, what are you doing?" a voice asked. He glanced over his shoulder to see his sister Meg. A few months younger than her brother, she had blond hair and hazel eyes and was smaller than her brother who had reached six feet.

"What does it look like, Meg?" Sam responded.

"Sammy, you can't leave. Father won't allow it," Meg reminded him.

"Do I look like I care?" Sam snapped. Once he was finished, he slung the bag over his shoulder and headed for the door.

"Where do you think you're going, Sam?" a voice asked.

"I'm leaving," Sam replied. Instantly, his father materialized in front of him.

"What?" the man asked. At least, he looked like a man. But Sam wasn't going to let the human appearance fool him.

"You heard me: I'm leaving," Sam answered defiantly. The man reared back a hand and slapped his son across the face. Sam touched his cheek and could feel the burning sensation. Almost instantly, a scorch mark appeared on his cheekbone.

"Get out of my way," Sam said.

"You think you can just walk out on this family! Is that it!" the thing roared.

"I'm not like you! I can't kill!" Sam shouted. Meg huffed. Not this again! She honestly didn't know where her older brother had picked up a conscience.

"You're my son, and you'll do what I say," he snapped. Sam just scoffed and stepped past the man.

"Sam, you walk out that door, and I will make you pay. You hear me?" his father warned.

"Go jump in a lake," was his response. Meg watched as Sam stepped outside and closed the door. As the door thudded, her eyes darkened into an inhuman black color. Fine. Let him leave! She didn't need him! With a roar, she turned into fire and angrily raced towards the ceiling. Her father just sighed and shook his head.

"Meg really needs to work on that temper of hers," he muttered.