I DEFINITELY don't own Hannibal, nor do I own Supernatural, and I don't think that's a bad thing...

Winston, the dog, sat next to Will on the bed, his head on the man's chest, trying to shoo away his owners nightmares. Wills head tossed feverishly on his pillow, his curls and shirt soaked in sweat. Winston whimpered at his master's distress, and the five other dogs staring worriedly at their pack leader. The man suddenly sat up with a small scream and the dogs pressed their noses against his exposed hand. He threw off his wet shirt and grabbed some towels from his bathroom to sleep on as a sheet when his phone rang. Will checked the time and raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He was almost 100 percent sure that telemarketers didn't call people at 3 AM.

The empath sighed and picked up his cell phone.

"Hello?" His voice was still rough and slurred with exhaustion.

"Willy! Howdy, cuz!" A gruff, cheery voice said loudly from the other end. Will nearly dropped the phone in shock. He hadn't heard that voice in decades.

"D-Dean?" He said, shakily.

"Who else would it be?" Will could practically hear Dean's smile through the phone line. "Sammy and I just thought we'd check up on our baby cousin after we finished up a job. How are you doing now-a-days?"

"I'm a special agent with the FBI, now. My abilities are helping to save lives again."

"That's awesome."

There was a silence that lasted a few seconds before Dean said, "We're still hunting. So much has happened with us. It'll take us forever to catch up."

"Wait... Catch up? Dean? What are you saying?"

"Well, I looked you up and it looks like you're still living in Maryland. We just finished a job. Maybe we could drive down and spend some time with you."

"Um. WHAT?" Will's voice shook as he began to tremble. To see Dean and Sam again would be great, but he didn't know his level of sanity, and it seemed to be slipping through his fingers extremely quickly. What would they think of him when they saw what he had become? "Can we talk about this later? It's 3 in the morning here."

"It's two here." He could hear the eyebrow being raised.

"I need sleep. Even if you don't. Do you guys EVER sleep?" Will heard a chuckle on the other end.

"Badly. Talk to you later, then?"

"Yeah." Will looked at his dogs, excitement forming a bubble in his chest.

"Good night, Will."

"You too, Dean."

"We miss seeing you."

"I miss you guys, too."

Will sat down on his bed and smiled at his phone. He couldn't believe that his cousin, who he hadn't seen in a decade, had finally decided to call.

But why Dean had called went unmentioned. Dean had picked up a trail.

Usually, after Sam went to bed, Dean would grab his bottle of whiskey and feel the alcohol warm his insides. He would lay in bed for hours, listening to his music on repeat until finally, he would pass out with exhaustion or from the drink. That night, when Sam went to get ready for bed, he heard Dean tapping away on his laptop. He growled in frustration and hoped that his older brother didn't freeze the computer on a disgusting porn site again. The research that was done on the computer was how they got most of their jobs. As he washed up in the shower, he heard Dean talking to someone on the phone. When he got out of the shower and scrambled into his pajamas, he pressed his ear against the wall and listened. It was obviously an important conversation, or his big brother would have noticed how long it was taking him to get out of the bathroom. He snuck out of the bathroom and listened right outside of Dean's door.

"Good night, Will." Dean said. Will? Like their baby cousin that they met a really long time ago? Why would Dean be calling Will, now? "We miss seeing you."

Sam walked into his room after hearing his brother hang up the phone.

"Dean, what are you doing?" He scratched the back of his head and yawned.

"I couldn't sleep." Dean looked at his younger brother, his eyes glazed with sleep.

"I just heard you putting down the phone. Who were you talking to?"

Dean sighed and stood up from his bed. "I was talking to our cousin, Will. Remember him?" He looked at Sam, ready to defend himself against the argument that he knew his baby brother was trying to piece together.

Sam's eyes lit up and widened slightly. "Yeah. Of course. But last time we saw him, it was, like, 10 years ago. It's not possible that Will would remember us. He's grown up without us, and he has had a hard enough time living his life on his own. We really shouldn't interfere with his life. The chance of people living long, full lives after we visit them goes from about 80 percent of the time down to about 20 , he wasn't brought up in the life like we were. He was brought up as a normal child, and he only found out about us when we had to kill someone in front of him."

"So?" Dean crossed his arms. "We explained that their neighbor was no longer their neighbor and was a demon. We got them to believe us. Hell, they even let us use their basement as an interrogation room!"

Sam shook his head and put his hands on his hips. "We bring REALLY bad luck to everyone around us. And demons. And angels. And all the other monsters that come out from under their beds! Plus, he wasn't brought up in the life like we were. He was brought up as a normal child, and he only found out about us when we had to kill someone in front of him."

"I know, but he knows how to protect himself from them. And he remembers us. He knows us. I asked him." Dean looked at his brother again. "Go back to sleep. We'll leave as soon as you're up. I'm gonna take a shower." Sam nodded, slightly frustrated with him playing the 'older brother' card, and went back to his room, Dean to go and get ready for bed.

Hey! This is my first fic that I have published, so critiques are always welcome. Please tell me if I should post more of the story, and I'll try to do it within a few days.
I hope you liked it!
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