OPENING: Hello beautiful strangers! I AM BACK! If some of you don't know, I started writing this story back in 2010 and never finished it. Since then, I've definitely grown as a writer and cringe when I read my past work (it's so cringey, help.). BUT. I am NOT ready to give up on this story. SO. I will be re uploading it from the beginning with the new changes/edits/more-badass-material I've written - that way new readers can start the story fresh and other people who have followed this story from the beginning can reread it and experience the new version...because I'm sure after all this time, no one (including myself) knows what the hell is happening. I've also changed the name from "The Winchester Saga" to "Three Against the World".

I'm letting all readers know now, there is adult language, violence, and some triggers throughout this story. This story will contain a lot of feels (who doesn't love getting their honey-nut-feelios crushed?), fluff between the siblings, and many other fun things I hope you stick around to experience!

I hope you all like the new and improved story! Thank you for sticking with me all these years! Your support is everything to me.

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Winchestergirl1994

(Set mid-season 1...doesn't follow the exact storyline of the show, some aspects are the same, some change.)

(Dean - 26 years old... Sam - 22 years old... Sophie - 16 years old)

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"I never realized how much Cable T.V. sucks," Dean Winchester huffed, shutting off the fuzzy screen and throwing the remote onto the small, rickety kitchen table.

"You're just realizing this now?" Sam laughed at his older brother, not taking his eyes away from the laptop resting on his lap.

"No," he retorted, pushing up from the chair he sat in, "but it's making itself real apparent in this shitty motel room," he said as he crossed to the window and peeked outside.

The parking lot of the Blue Days motel was practically empty - just the Impala and a few other cars could be seen, one belonging to the front desk clerk. It was just after 7:30 p.m. and the sky was already pitch black. The silence in the town of Scranton, Pennsylvania sent a chill through Dean as he took in the deserted strip. All that could be seen were empty diners, bars, and stores - the wind blowing skeletal leaves around the streets layered with thin sheets of snow.

It was the middle of February and biting cold outside. Most of the town was probably bundled up at home. Yet, Dean couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something was off.

Dean closed the blinds and headed back to the kitchen table, picking up the shotgun he had been cleaning. "Dude, doesn't this town give you the creeps?"

Sam remained silent, zeroing in on whatever he was looking at on his computer.

The older brother stared at Sam. "Hello? Earth to Sam," he said, waving his hands around, Sam still silent. "Man, that must be some real interesting porn you're lookin' at there," he finished with a shit-eating-grin in place, finally drawing Sam's attention.

"Shut up," Sam smirked, finally looking up at his brother.

"What're you even doin' on that thing," Dean asked, focusing back on reloading the gun.

Sam sighed and pushed his mop-like brown hair out of his eyes. "Just lookin' for a job. There's a lot of crazy shit going on, man."

"Well it's a good thing crazy shit is our specialty, then."

"But it's way more than usual, Dean. More demonic activity, a spike in unexplainable deaths, it's all increased. We should call up Bobby and see if he's got any info on what's goin' on."

"Yeah, alright," Dean nodded, before adding, "hey, you know, maybe that's why dad's been MIA for so long. Maybe he's neck deep in whatever's going on. That could explain a lot."

Sam looked unconvinced, shutting his laptop. "Yeah, maybe. Or he's already dead."

"He's not dead, Sam, shut up," Dean snapped, glaring at his brother.

"Well, then he better have a good explanation as to where the hell he's been all this time. I mean, c'mon, Dean. We've been following dad's trail for months now and we've got nothing!" Sam spit back, sitting up on the bed, "we're no closer to finding him now than we were three months ago!"

"It's not like we're following the yellow brick road here, Sammy."

"But still, Dean, doesn't it piss you off? Aren't you angry?" Sam demanded. "I mean, the man doesn't even have the decency to call us and let us know he's alive. Or even shoot us a text. Hell, I'd take an email at this point!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, he's not that tech savvy, let's get that straight," Dean smirked.

"I'm serious, Dean," Sam huffed, shaking his head at his brother and taking a deep breath. "Even if he's busy or on a job or something, why hasn't he called us for back up? Or contacted Bobby? Or even Pastor Jim or Caleb? No one has heard anything, man."

"Sammy, Dad's a great hunter. The best out there. I'm sure he's fine and will explain everything," the older brother retorted with a shrug, confidence unwavering.

"Yeah, well, if we find him-"

"When," Dean cut in, giving Sam a look, "when we find him."

Sam rolled his eyes. "If we find him, he better have some answers."

"He will," Dean finished, setting the shotgun back on the table, grabbing a beer from the six pack next to him and popping it open, taking a long swig. "Want one?" he offered Sam.

"Nah," Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Dean watched him with worried eyes. "You should get some sleep."

"Yeah, wouldn't that be nice," Sam muttered, mostly to himself.

"Seriously, man. When's the last time you slept more than a couple hours?" the older brother questioned.

Sam half-laughed to himself. "Can't remember."

It had been three months since Jess had been murdered and the nightmares were only getting worse. That, on top of these mysterious visions he was getting, sleep had not been his friend.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Pinned to the ceiling. Blood covering her stomach. Fire engulfing her body.

There's nothing like watching the person you love die, knowing there's nothing you can do to stop it.

It was a fate the Winchester's were all too familiar with.

Sam never understood their dad. Couldn't figure out why John had dragged them into this life, how selfish a man could be to do that to his children. But then Sam saw the love of his life burn, and he got it. He understood. And he would have done the exact same thing.

Jess died 16 years after their mom was killed. On the same exact day.

The Winchesters believed in a lot of things, but coincidences weren't one of them.

Sam knew that the sooner they found John, the sooner they could find demon that destroyed their family - the sooner they could avenge Mary and Jessica's death.

"I'm worried about you, man," Dean finally said, pulling Sam out of his thoughts.

"I'm fine, Dean. I just want to work," the younger brother sighed, feeling for the cell phone in his pocket.

"Okay, Sammy," Dean said softly, not believing him for a second, but deciding to let it go for now. "Just promise me you won't over do it. You're no good to me dead," he half joked, his throat constricting a little bit.

"I'll do my best," Sam smirked, rolling his eyes and taking the phone out of his pocket, "I'm gonna call Bobby, see what he knows," he finished, dialing the number of their old family friend.

Before Sam could press call, there was a loud knock at the motel door. The brothers froze, staring at the door in silence. When another knock came, even more forceful, Dean grabbed the shotgun he had been cleaning while Sam grabbed his pistol off the nightstand.

They crept quietly towards the door, Dean motioning for Sam to stay back a bit. Another pound on the door and Dean cocked his shotgun, approaching the peep hole. He took a glance outside and saw nothing but the empty parking lot. He shot Sam a look and shook his head once, Sam's brow furrowing in confusion.

Before Dean could look back out the peephole, the door shattered off the hinges, swinging open and crashing into the wall, knocking Dean back.

Sam jumped forward but in a split second, he felt himself being thrown into the wall opposite of the door, his pistol flying out of his hand and onto the floor. Before he could process what happened, he felt the impact of Dean's body hit the same wall next to him.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean groaned, struggling to move but coming to the realization they weren't moving anywhere. Both brothers fought the invisible restraint holding them against the wall, but to no avail. "You okay, Sammy?" the older brother growled through gritted teeth.

"Peachy," Sam groaned, clenching his jaw.

The sound of footsteps drew both of the brothers attention to the splintered doorway and suddenly, a shadowy figure stood there.

"Son of a-" Dean growled as the man entered the room, his arms outstretched towards them.

"Howdy, boys," the man sang, coming out of the shadows, eyes turning from piercing blue to pitch black.

"Demon," Sam whispered, glaring at the man.

"Very good, Sammy boy," the man praised sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "and I thought Dean was supposed to be the dumb one."

"Who are you?" Dean demanded, still struggling against the hold the demon had on him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Adrian," the demon greeted, holding out a hand to Dean, before slowly retracting it. "Oops. I forgot you're a little 'tied up' right now," he finished, a toothy smile breaking across his face.

"What do you want?" Sam grunted, chest heaving.

Adrian shrugged, "I'm here to help."

"Yeah, I can see you're a real stand up citizen," Dean barked back.

"Look, think what you want, but it's the truth. The only reason I pinned you two back is because we need to talk. And hunters nowadays are more, 'Shoot first, ask questions later' if you know what I mean," the demon mused, taking a seat on the bed closest to the door, still facing the boys.

"Sure, make yourself comfortable," Dean muttered under his breath to himself, looking around the room, trying to formulate a plan.

"What do you want?" Sam demanded, shooting daggers at the demon.

Adrian stood up and began pacing back and forth in front of the brothers, running a hand through his shoulder length, swept back brown hair. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm gonna pay hell for this," he mumbled under his breath to himself. He glanced at the boys, seeing them both still struggling against the force against them. "I wouldn't use up all your energy. You're going to be needing it."

Both brothers stilled. "Needing it for what?" Sam questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

The demon went back to pacing, hands clasped behind his back.

"Okay, enough of the bullshit! What do you want!" Dean growled, clenching his fists tightly.

"I'm not supposed to be here. If my boss found out what I was doing, he'd have my head. Literally. But I can't just sit by and watch this happen," Adrian muttered, half to himself, half to the brothers, running a hand through his hair once more. "I can't watch this happen again."

"What the fuck are you talking about!" Dean roared, sick of the demon's games.

Adrian abruptly stopped and looked at the two men. "Your sister's in danger."

Dean and Sam stared at the man in silence.

Their thoughts went straight to their 16 year old sister, Sophie. Both Dean and Sam were extremely protective over her - they had raised her since she was just an infant - after Mary had been killed. She hadn't even turned one month old when their mom died and ever since that night, the brothers took it upon themselves to keep her safe. It was their job. Their responsibility.

They hadn't seen their sister in almost a year.

After an incident that almost killed Sophie, John had approached the boys and let them know that their sister wanted nothing to do with the life. She wanted nothing to do with the family. She wanted out.

Dean and Sam had been hurt, but understood in a way. Seeing what had happened to their sister, it was the brothers worst fear come to life. Sam was in his third year at Stanford, so with reluctance, the brothers agreed that maybe it was time Sophie followed her brother's footsteps and got out of the life as well - for her own safety, as John had put it.

It hadn't sat well with the brothers though, letting their sister go off and be unable to protect her. Something about it didn't make sense, and still didn't make sense to the boys. The life they lived was tough and scary and painful, but Sophie had always expressed how much she loved her life because she had her brothers. That the life they lived was worth the sacrifice because she had her family by her side.

So when John had told the boys Sophie wanted out, it didn't make sense.

That was a year ago. A year without their sister by their side. Sam returned to finish his third year at college and John was always off on a hunt, which left Dean to feel the full force of her absence. It hadn't been the same without Sophie, but both brothers refused to drag their little sister back into this dangerous life if she truly wanted out. But that didn't mean it didn't kill them to not have her around.

When Dean and Sam had dropped Sophie off, they promised they would try to call every day and visit as much as they could. The first few weeks, they kept that promise. It was tough for Sam, with him being all the way on the other side of the country, but he tried to call at least once a week. Dean, on the other hand, would drive hours out of the way to see his sister. Sometimes, he would drive by without Sophie knowing, just to make sure she was okay. He did the same with Sam.

Old habits die hard.

But as time went on, their contact with Sophie got less and less. Mostly due to John, who had made it clear to Dean that by going out to see Sophie, he was constantly putting her in danger. He could lead something evil directly to her. After that talk, Dean stopped visiting.

Both brothers still tried to talk to her every so often on the phone, but Sam had started to get overloaded with work and studying for the LSAT, while Dean became more and more involved in hunts as supernatural activity started to pick up. Now with Dean and Sam on the road together again, their mission to find their dad and the yellow eyed demon consumed them.

It had been a month since either brother had even spoken to Sophie.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Dean growled, snapping back to reality.

Adrian sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Look, I know what it sounds like and you can think what you want but it's the truth. Swear to God…or, er- whatever is out there, I guess."

"What'd you mean she's in danger?" Sam spoke up, trying to keep his voice steady.

The demon took a deep breath. "There's this demon. He's real high up there - at the very top of the chain, I mean. He's after your sister. He's had his eye on her for a long time, but we've been…unable to locate her."

Dean shot Sam a look out of the corner of his eye. Before they had dropped Sophie off with the family friends she'd be living with, the Grobers, they had given her a hex bag that would keep her off the radar of anything Supernatural. Luckily, it worked.

Back when the Winchesters lived in Lawrence, Kansas, the family was good friends with their next door neighbors, Elaine and Tom Grober.

They would get their families together every weekend and have BBQ's, or John and Mary would leave the kids with the friendly neighbors while they had 'date night' - things normal people would do. The Grobers were the closest thing John and Mary had to family besides their own children.

After Mary died, everything changed. John and the three kids up and disappeared, the house went up for sale, and the Grobers never saw them again.

That was until a year ago when the family ran into Elaine and Tom at a bar out in Berkley, Massachusetts.

John, Dean and Sophie had been working a case in Berkley at the time - a simple salt and burn. Sam was in the middle of his third year at Stanford, so it was just the three of them. After burning the bones of the latest haunt, the three Winchesters had gone out to the bar/restaurant across the street of their motel to celebrate and get some dinner. Neither family could keep the shock off their face when they finally recognized each other.

It'd been fifteen years since they'd last seen one another.

After a quick reunion with the kids, Dean and Sophie headed back to the motel while John stayed to catch up with the family. He found out that Elaine and Tom had moved out to Berkley with their daughter Hannah for a job opportunity not long after the Winchesters had disappeared.

They spent the whole night talking - John making sure not to spill the family secret, of course. He told them his job in business had the family moving often, but the kids were doing well- Sam was off at college, Dean would be pursuing the family business, and Sophie was excelling in high school. All things normal families would be excited about. They toasted in Marys' memory and talked for the rest of the night.

The same night, Sophie was almost killed. The next day, the Grobers accepted John's plead for them to take Sophie in. A normal family. A normal life. A safe life.

"We've been unable to locate her…until tonight, that is," Adrian finished, pulling the brothers out of their thoughts once again. "He's sending out his right hand man, Dmitri, to…retrieve her…" he said solemnly, bowing his head. "If you don't get there before Dmitri does…I'm afraid, there will be nothing you can do to stop it."

"Stop what?" Sam whispered.

Adrian shot the brothers a sad smile. "The sacrifice."

"And why the hell should we believe anything you say?" Dean questioned fiercely.

"You know, I didn't have to come out here and risk my own ass for you maggots," Adrian growled, stepping right in front of Dean, "do you know the fate of a rebel? Do you know what will happen to me if my boss finds out what I've done? That I've betrayed my own kind?"

"Yeah, well, my heart's breaking for ya," Dean muttered sarcastically.

Adrian scoffed, quirking an eyebrow. "You can think whatever the hell you want about me, but I'm doing this for Sophia. You two can stop this. You have to stop this."

"Why do you care?" Sam spoke up.

The demon turned away quickly from the brothers and headed towards the door. "I have my reasons," he said quietly. "My boss has an entire legion of demons behind him - an army. And it's growing every day. They will stop at nothing until they have Sophia. The attack will happen at midnight."

Adrian turned to face Dean and Sam, and with a quick snap of his fingers, the brothers dropped to the ground, finally released from the invisible force holding them.

"Your sister is running out of time. You have to hurry," the demon declared, turning on his heels and disappearing into thin air.

A moment passed where neither brother moved. Too stunned to do anything.

Suddenly, Dean shot to his feet and began to whirl around the room, throwing all of their belongings into the duffle bag on the floor. "Get your shit together, Sam," Dean spoke quietly, but fiercely.

Sam jumped to his feet, following suit of his brother and collecting his belongings strewn around the room. "Dean, wait, let's think for a second."

"What is there to think about, Sam?" Dean snapped, his movements becoming more frantic.

"We don't even know if any of this is true! You of all people should know demons lie! We can't trust what he says - this could be a trap for all we know," the younger brother reasoned.

Dean zipped up his duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Sammy, I don't give a shit if this is a trap or a fucking surprise party. I'm not taking any chances. We're getting Sophie back tonight and she's not leaving our side again, you understand me? She's safer with us. We were stupid to let her leave in the first place!"

Sam sighed, nodding his head. "Yeah, you're right man. We never should have let her go."

The older brother dug into his jacket pocket and ripped out his cell phone. He dialed Sophie's number by memory and waited for the ring. It never came. "Straight to voicemail," he said through gritted teeth.

"We'll keep trying in the car," Sam offered with a quick nod.

Dean ran a hand through his cropped hair and stormed to the door. "I'm gonna pull up the car. Finish packing, we're leaving in two minutes," he called on his way out, practically running to the car.

Less than two minutes later, the Impala peeled out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell, leaving nothing behind but tire marks.

Tense silence filled the car for a few moments. "Dean," the younger brother whispered, breaking the quiet, his voice thick with emotion. "What if we're too late? I've already lost Jess…I can't…I can't lose Soph-" he broke off, staring out the window.

Dean glanced over at Sam and took a deep breath. He had to hold it together, he had to be strong for his brother and sister. It was the only way any of them would be getting through this. "We're gonna make it, Sammy. I promise we will," he said, not sure if he was trying to reassure Sam or himself.

Silence took over once more before Sam spoke up. "Look," he said quietly, nodding towards the clock.

8:00 p.m.

Dean cursed under his breath, his grip tightening around the steering wheel.

"Dean, it takes almost five hours to get to Berkley from here. There's no way we're gonna make it before midnight," Sam finished, looking at his brother frantically.

"It takes five hours, you say?" Dean questioned, pressing down harder on the gas pedal, pushing the Impala well over 80 mph. "I'll make it in four."

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