TEASER

Okay … so, I've no idea where this is going to lead (like always)

I've done a lot of research about some stuff and came to the conclusion that it doesn't fit. So I've made up my own lore (like always)

This story is somehow different from those I've written so far. The characters are different, they are acting different. - Just let me tell you: Dean's going to be a real dick in the beginning. But he won't be forever ;) it's wincest. Make love not war ^^

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WARNINGS: unrelated!wincest; hunter!minorHURT!dean, hooker!(kind of)creature!(kind of)blind!majorHURT!(maybe suicidal)sam, (probably)graphic!violence, graphic!sexual!content!ahead, featuring!theBUNKER!kevin!castiel, (maybe)crowley(but I'm not quite sure yet), rated!M!for!a!reason, drug-abuse(pot)

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SUMMARY: Sam!30, Dean!34, UNRELATED!WINCEST. Dean's on a case since a couple of months. All across the US people in their 30's get ripped to shreds by demonic pit bulls. When Kevin has another vision, Dean takes off and comes across a hooker who calls himself Morgan (Sam), who's going to be the next on the demons list.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters or Supernatural in general, I do own the plot-idea though, there's NO BETA for this story (yet)

The End Of Days

Chapter 1 ~ Of Angels, Demons & Men

The History Of Creation

A long time before god created men, there reigned a battle on earth. Angels and Demons were fighting over god's creation.

Angels and Demons …

… they weren't more than dust in the wind. Two host-less armies created by the one big force that had brought them life.

Before the BIG WAR, one of his sons rebelled against him – against GOD. Rebelled against his father's plan to create another being. Something that would be so vulnerable, so tender … so breakable … and though he demanded from his sons and daughters to watch over them. Wanted them to treat them like the precious beings they were meant to be.

But his son wouldn't agree with his father's desire. Ever.

So he got cast down on earth with all those who followed him – and that's how the war began. So many casualties on both sides. - The angels, who obeyed their father's orders. And the fallen ones, who'd fight against the rise of a new race on earth.

There was just one thing: Neither of them stayed dead for long. They rose from their deathbeds again and so the war carried on for thousands of years.

Until their father couldn't watch his son's and daughters fighting each other anymore. So he created a new place. A place for the fallen ones, who had disobeyed so badly. Who had disappointed him the most among his creations.

God created HELL, where his disobedient children should suffer a thousand deaths for their betrayal.

God saw, that his sons and daughters who had fought for his plan had died a thousand deaths. And he thought that these deserved a special place - close to him.

So god created HEAVEN, where his brave children should regain their strength for the task before them, where they were supposed to find their redemption.

But as so often things got awry.

As mighty as god was, he wasn't able to force all of the fallen ones down into hell. So it was with his other children who wanted to stay on earth – so bad.

So god sent one of his sons – Gabriel – on earth to collect them and bring them to his father for the final judgement.

He gave his son a vessel. A vessel that owned the form of his new creation.
Gabriel was looking for his sisters and brothers and for those who had fallen. He sat up a trap and lured them into it – as much as it hurt to betray his siblings … he had no other choice, did he?

When he had called them, had let them know they were allowed to stay or wouldn't be cast down like the others, he sealed his trap.

A hundred long nights and days he thought about what he was supposed to do. Eyes like liquid amber stared into the star-filled sky above him, praying for a solution.

When he returned to his brothers and sisters, he didn't believe what he was seeing inside the invisible barrier of his trap. The bright blue and dark-reddish beings that were once his siblings - and had turned into what they had been over years of war - had fused and become one.

A completely new creation, something his father surely wouldn't allow to exist.

So Gabriel saw just one way to safe them. He banned the new beings into a bottle and took them with him, vanishing from his father's and the earth's face.

God thought his son had died in the course of his duty. That somehow he hadn't survived and had taken the fallen ones and the betrayers who refused to return to heaven with him.

Heaven grieved, honoring their brother's actions.

Hell rebelled, demanding to get their freedom back.

But god didn't listen.

He created men.

As millions of years went by and the human race developed, god saw that his creation was going to destroy what he had built up. He saw anger, betrayal, corruption and envy in a wold where just love and peace should've been reigning.

In shame and doubt about his abilities he left.

But before that, he rose a hand full of the fallen ones whose souls had become darker as the night itself. Those would bring pain and fear over the humanity – and maybe they would finally SEE.

He then opened the gates of heaven, telling his daughters and son's to watch over humanity. Picking out the good ones, that deserved to find redemption. While they were supposed to leave the already tainted ones for hell.

As the years passed by, the angels rarely remembered their father's orders. They rarely remembered what he had looked like … what he wanted them to do …

That was when Gabriel returned to heaven, unseen by his brothers and sisters. He returned to give THEM freedom, give THEM hope as it was lost for all the others.

He emptied a bottle into the lake of souls, giving those of his sisters and brothers a chance to make it better than the others … He wanted them to live a life, to have a real chance to do what they wanted to. He wanted them to be free …

The New World

He sat in one of the wooden chairs and studied the map that was integrated in the surface of the table before him. Everyone of the ten red dots showed one of the victims he had tried to save so bad. Every red dot showed one more failure. One more life Dean Winchester hadn't been able to save.

The hunter had been too late to save them – each time. Students, a mechanic, a faith-healer, a psychic, a gardener, a teacher … All of them innocent and with as good as no criminal or mysterious past. No reasons why demons would want to have exactly these people out of their way – or wanted to have drag their souls downstairs. Since it looked like hell-hounds had come for them, Dean had tried to find leads. But there were just dead ends. None of them seemed to have made a crossroads-deal ten years ago …

No leads why demons should send their pit bulls after them. - Pit bulls, because Dean was still sure that it were hell-hound attacks. Though … somehow it didn't make any sense to him.

Not even Castiel was able to tell. He took him to one of the victims, so he could have a look at the corpse – but even with his angel-abilities he couldn't tell what might have been so special about them.

The victims had been humans. - Normal humans. Hell, they haven't even got psychic abilities (except those who pretended to own them, like the faith-healer and the psychic of course).

After each and every one of Kevin's visions, Dean had researched and based on the pictures Kevin had seen, he had found their locations in no-time. The last one – a gardener – had been barely alive as he arrived at his house. The man had been a bloody mess and had been left to die in between roses and broccoli.

And now he had to wait. - Wait for Kevin to have another vision. Four weeks had passed since the gardener's death now and there had been nothing else yet.

So to say: Dean was more than just agitated.

In the meantime he tried to find a lead what tied the victims together (for the hundredth time). But hadn't found anything yet (like always).

Castiel sat on the opposite side of the table, in the hippie-clothes he loved to wear since the great fall. His eyes bright blue like before – just his manner was a different one. With his cut-back grace he wasn't the angel he was used to be back then.

He had changed. - They all had changed. Life had become harder, now that the survivors knew about monsters and demons … and the virus.

So much things had changed after Castiel had locked down the angels in heaven to get their shit back together. So many things had happened since the croatoan-virus had raided the world. So many people had been infected back then – over night. Just like that.

But they didn't disappear, as they had been when he and Castiel had been where the demons had run their little project. A small village somewhere in nowhere. Back then the whole towns-people had vanished afterwards – over night. There was nothing else left except their houses and vehicles.

But now? Now Dean felt like in zombie-apocalypse.

People were infecting others. Many of them had been eliminated – as long as the marines and the navy kept the overhand. But then … lets say, everything went down from there, since they figured that risking their life for ungrateful brats wasn't worth it. Though – the ones who „lived" long enough looked like „real" zombies now. Rotten meat on two legs, clawing and biting their way through the world.

Gladly there had been hunters. Hunters who knew more as anyone else about these beings and what their purpose had been. But now? Now it just seemed like the demons had given up their plan with the virus … or it was part of their wiping-humanity-from-the-face-of-earth-plan. No one knew. Neither did the demons, Dean had interrogated.

Hunters who still cared about the living, who didn't stop fighting the evil in the shadows, made their way through the US, trying to protect and save as many as possible.

Now the smaller towns and villages were abandoned.

The big cities were alive. People went there – and in case they got through, they were able to have a pretty nice life. Without electricity mostly anyway. Though some people managed to get a hold of generators, some towns even had found a way to get the electricity running again.

As much to say: not a lot humans were left. Whatever lucifer's plan had been … he had won. Wearing his little brother Adam for prom … who now was on lockdown in the cage with that filthy bastard called the devil.

Dean didn't like to think about the time back then. It was horrible to watch his brother jump … with no hope that he'd be able to get him back. No spell. No deal. Nothing.

So he carried on – more or less. He had thrown himself into the hunting-business after a year of alcohol, sex and pot. It hadn't been nice. Not a little. Most of these days went by in a blur.

Now – four years later – Dean hadn't touched marihuana or alcohol again. At least he hadn't touched the alcohol in the same extend he had used to. The only thing that remained was the sex. After a job was done, he picked up one of the hookers, paid them for a whole night either with money or silver-rounds … and well yeah.

That was about it. No feely-thouchy stuff. No responsibilities. No pain. Pain of losing someone he loved.

„Thinking much?", Castiel rose his voice with a serious expression on his face – all innocence gone after these years.

„Old stuff.", Dean gave back with a sigh and leaned back in the chair. „Ya' know ..."

Castiel nodded. „You know I could go with you, Dean.", he said after a while. „Help you …"

The hunter looked up, both eyebrows furrowed and took in his friends features closely. He meant it. „It's too dangerous … you're not ready." He sniffed. „Besides ..." A grin tugged on his lips – only his lips. „You're stoned as hell."

Castiel chuckled amused and threw his head back, looking at the ceiling and back at his hunter-friend. „When am I not stoned?"

The hunter shook his head with a deep sigh. The angel was right. When was Castiel not stoned?

A pained scream echoed through the bunker, letting Dean and Castiel in their rooms shoot up from their night's rest in an instant. Before another cry could follow, Dean was in the corridor and on his way to Kevin's room, short followed by his angel-friend. They burst into the room at the end of the corridor, their look snapping towards the bed, where the kid sat upright, holding his head with both hands. His eyes squeezed shut, his fingers tangled his black hair, as he rocked forth and back.

The hunter knew better than trying to snap him out of it. It was a vision. A vision with informations they'd need probably. Instead Dean sat down beside him, wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulders and held him close.

„It happens again.", the prophet muttered. „It's a man ..." He sucked in a deep breath as the pain seemed to subside. „Tall. Not older than thirty-five. Long brunette hair. Eyes like the stormy sea ..." Kevin blew out a shuddering breath and inhaled another deep one. „A whore ..."

Dean's eyebrows rose in surprise, not used to a verbal expression like this from the young man. He shared a short glance with Castiel who stood beside him.

„It's night. - There are others with him. They're on the street. - A strip. A car stops, someone calls for him … He gets into the car … Detroit. It's in Detroit – I can see a river … They pass a museum – motown museum. The driver takes him to a motel in town. - The Iron Lantern. He's a hooker … The man's a hooker. Damn it … it's gonna rip his heart out … it's gonna kill him." Kevin's breaths became more erratic, he spoke faster ….

„Who, Kevin? - Is it the driver?", Dean asked impatiently. „Kevin, is it the driver?"

The prophet shook his head frantically. „It comes for them … in the room … It's gonna kill them both … The shadows are coming for them." He was panting heavily by now, drops of sweat forming on his forehead.

„It's okay, kid." Dean looked up at his angel-friend. „Get the painkillers.", he mouthed and Cas gave him a short nod. „Great job, Kev. - Just hold on. - Cas' gonna be back in a little with your pills."

The kid nodded, as he tried to calm his breathing down.

Dean settled him back on the pillows and watched him with a slight frown, as Kevin curled up into a small ball.

„You're gonna save this one, do you?", Kevin muttered with closed eyes, „You can be there in time if you go now."

Dean bit his lower lip and nodded pensively. Torn between staying with a hurting friend of his and saving the life of someone he didn't know. Though – Saving a life won, because Kevin would be alright. That was his job, right? Hunting things, saving lives … „Did you see what it was?"

Kevin shook his head and blinked an eye open, glancing at the hunter. „Just shadows … and claws … I … I don't know, man. - It were just flashes again ..."

Dean placed a hand on Kevin's shoulder and nodded with a sniff. „When you're better, tell Cas what you saw. - Maybe he can find something about the thing." … because he still had his doubts about the hellhound-theory. Hell hounds hadn't shadows.

He was afraid that it'd be something way more dangerous and sneaky … Daevas.

Kevin nodded. „And let the guy know that he shouldn't do this to himself."

Dean gave him a nod and got up from the bed, as Castiel reentered the room with a glass of water and a bottle of pills. „He's a hooker, Kev. - Probably since years. I don't think that he'll give up what he's doin' just because you think it's not good for him. These people chose what they are – to survive. Like everyone of us." And with that the hunter was out of the room and aiming for his own to grab his already prepared duffel from the closet next to the door.

„I didn't mean the hooker-thing ...", the prophet muttered under his breath.

One hour later Dean Winchester was on his way, flooring the gas-pedal.

…... to be continued

thought I'm starting off with the teaser a bit earlier ^^

…. just so I see HOW BAD you guys want me to continue posting this ^^

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