Disclaimer: the characters are not mine. Everything else is though.

Sam is fifteen, Dean is nineteen.

I know this first chapter is short, but it's only a prologue. (I was originally going to write more, but I've recently fallen ill -_-)

I hope this holds to all of your expectations. It's actually a boring chapter since I'm just setting the stage, but I promise you you'll be seeing our boys in abundance next chapter :)

Enjoy chapter one!

Robert Singer, known by his friends as Bobby, made his way to the Bellevue Hospital in Bellevue, Nebraska.

While he did hunt, he spent most of his time in his home in South Dakota doing research for other hunters. But sometimes, like now, he needed to get out of his house and exercise his conning skills.

Two hours ago, he got a call from a relatively rookie hunter by the name of John Winchester. Something has happened. Something bad.

Bobby sighed as he looked at the clock. It would take at least four more hours to get to that hospital and by that point, anything could have happened.

You see, John Winchester was the father of two non-biological sons, Sam and Dean. And these boys had... unusual abilities. And because of their harsh upbringing at the hands of ignorant people, they were both emotionally and mentally fragile, often clinging to each other as a source of comfort.

John and his late wife, Mary, fostered these boys nearly five years ago, adopting them half a year later. And for once, these boys had a family that cared and nurtured them in the way parents should. But they hadn't even been together for a full year when Mary died.

And not just died. Killed. Killed by some supernatural entity.

To this day, they don't know what killed her or why. But since then, John became obsessed with the supernatural world. Nearly got himself killed in an amateur hunt before Bobby found him.

Bobby was the first hunter John had met. And almost immediately after realizing this, John spilled. He told the aged hunter everything, everything about his wife, the hunting and the boys. Bobby was a little shocked by how the man just caved, but with everything he's gone through, Bobby assumed he needed to vent.

When John explained the nature of his two kids, Bobby was compelled to research, trying to figure out what could have caused these boys to have such powers. He found several cases of children born with an empathic tendencies, but nothing to the magnitude of Sam and Dean's powers. In short, the boys were a mystery.

The Winchesters have since come to the Singer Salvage on a regular basis, usually when John needed a break from the supernatural world. Over the last few years, Bobby had developed a relationship with them, somewhat akin to family ties.

But for the most part, Bobby was not an active part of their lives and their visits remained few and far between.

So the panicked call from the eldest Winchester practically begging him to come and help was surprising, if not worrying.

When Bobby arrived at the Bellevue Hospital, he ran inside to the front desk.

"I'm looking for my brother-in-law, John Winchester," he said hurriedly.

The woman behind the desk looked a little surprised, but she quickly typed the name into her computer. "I'm sorry, but he's not seeing any visitors."

"He called me. I don't know what's going on. Can you tell him I'm here?"

"Of course. Just please take a seat."

Bobby resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew hospital procedure was there for a reason, but it still was a pain in the ass. Please take a seat... Like Bobby could settle down.

It was over three hours before Bobby heard anything, despite his frequent questioning. The hospital had finally decided to let him through to see John. Seriously pissed for being made to wait so long, Bobby rushed to the room where they said John Winchester was.

John was sitting on the bed, looking pissed as hell. His arm was in a sling and his shoulder was wrapped with thick gauze. And he was currently shouting at his doctor.

"You have no right to keep me from them! They're my sons and--!"

"I understand, Mr. Winchester..."

"You don't understand anything, you piece of shit! I'm telling you to let me outta here AMA so I can see my sons, but you keep insisting--!"

"Mr. Winchester!" the doctor finally shouted. "That is enough. You will stay here until further notice. If necessary, we will post a guard here, for the safety of your sons."

Bobby cleared his throat to get their attention. When the doctor turned his head, he said, "I'm his brother-in-law."

The doctor nodded. "Right. If you'll excuse me, I have other patients to attend to." And with this, he left, closing the door behind him.

"What happened, John?" Bobby asked.

"These doctors are asshats, that's what," John growled.

Bobby indicated John's shoulder. "And how did that happen?"

John's face softened a little, his hand unconsciously going up to his shoulder. "It was an accident," he said quietly.

Bobby sighed, pulling up a chair. "Where's Sam and Dean?"

John's face hardened again. "In here. Somewhere. Doctors won't let me see them."

Bobby frowned. "Why not?"

"They... they have to investigate the incident."

Bobby sighed. Getting information out of John was going to be like pulling teeth. "John, if you don't tell me everything that happened, I'm not going to be able to help."

"You can help by finding the boys and getting them outta here! I can't just sit here while they're being harassed and questioned! If you can--!"

"I understand," Bobby said slowly. "I really do. But in order for me to help you, you have to tell me what happened."

John sighed, running a hand down his face. He let out a chuckle. "I must be the worst father on earth."

"That remains to be seen," Bobby said impatiently. "Now start from the beginning. What... happened?"

John closed his eyes. "I can't believe I'm saying this..." He looked up at Bobby imploringly. "I... I think they're addicted."

Bobby did a double-take. "Addicted?! They've been doing drugs?!"

John shook his head. "No, not to drugs..."

Bobby frowned. "John... what are you saying?"

John swallowed. "I think they're addicted... to each other."

So that's the prologue!

Constructive criticism is my friend! so be truthful!