12 years later
My name is Dean Winchester, I'm 16 years old and from the time I was four years old I have been living on the road training to become a hunter just like my dad. . I can't remember the last time we stayed in one place for more than two months, stayed somewhere other than dirt cheep motels that the health board would shut down in a heartbeat. Nor can I tell you how many times I was left in those hotel rooms by myself wheil my dad was out on a hunt.
Don't get me wrong I was once like everyone else. I lived in a house with my mom and dad I even had a dog and the white picket fence to go along with it. Someone once said to me that in everyone's life there is always one event that changes everything. This one event shape's the whole person being there very reason for existing. November 2nd 1983 was the date that had changed my life it was that night that my mother died pinned to the ceiling, consumed by fire. That night my dad became a hunter that night revenge was sworn.
Wednesday June, 26, 1999
It wasn't the alarm clock that woke me up that morning no that would have been bliss compared to what I got. Instead of waking up to the alarm clock shrilling in my ears, what I got was my duffle bag throw in my face and my dad's gruff voice telling me to get packing. I was weary to the bone the sprit we took out last night deicide to throw me into a tombstone giving me a nice collection of multi shaded bruises. Sighing I grab my duffle and started to shove my clothes in it. It looked like we were leaving already.
In the car it was silent hell you could hear a pin drop. "So where are we going?" I asked
He looked over at me his jaw was clenched and his grip on the steering wheel tinted considerably. "I have to meet another hunter he's got some information that I need."
I admit I should have shut my mouth left it at that, but I was pissed I was tried, hurting and sore. "So why do I have to go you've left me alone when you went to see other hunters why am I going?"
"DEAN that's enough!"
I didn't say another word the whole drive.
It was about 9 pm by the time we got to the meeting place. I thought it was kind of strange every time I went with my dad he always met them in a bar or a hotel somewhere public out here there was nothing but woods. The impala finally came to a stop. The hair on the back of my neck stood up something was wrong. Three other hunters were waiting for us. It seemed that the one in the middle was in charge. The guy in question was short not even 5'6 his he had an overall creepy appearance. He was completely bald and his grey eyes were just a narrow slit. The two men flanking him you could tell were defiantly muscle from the way they stood I could tell they had training and could be a threat.
I checked to make sure the Glock dad had given me was tucked safely in the back of my jeans.
"Dean if this goes south I want you to head back to the car and go to Bobby's is that understood?"
I looked over at him ready to protest but from the look he was given me I knew it be a waste of breath. Os instead I just nodded then we both got out. Little that I knew at the time that this event would be the one to change my life.
Something is wrong I don't know what to think anymore. I don't understand how someone who claims to be a hunter to protect humanity could do something like this. No wonder why dad wanted to bring me along. I found out a few things about the hunter his name is Jacob Reese, he is the vilest lowest person I have ever met.
The meeting was to say the least was tense the whole time my dad stayed close to me barley a foot apart. We sat there all five of us in tense silence waiting for the other to speak and out there cards on the table. Then the guy in the middle spoke "so you're john Winchester?" his voice was just like the rest of him sneaky and veil. It left a bad feeling in my gut. This guy was dangerous. There was more to him than met the eye.
"Ya… I am you Reese" I could here the harshness in my father's voice it was the tone he reserved for people he didn't trust.
Reese just smirked like he was finding this whole thing amusing. His grey eyes locked with Dad's before turning to me.
"So this is your son? Dean is it? I wanted to vomit with the way he was looking at me. Tell me Dean did you're daddy ever tech you fight for yourself?"
I bristled at the comate and opened my mouth to responded in kind, but dad beat me to it "you leave my son out of this you don't talk to him don't even look at him!"
The guy had the nerve to smirk "relax John I was just asking question. Besides you know I don't sell humans even if they are the son of a hunter as great as yourself."
"Can it Jake I just want the information"
He smirked" later John acutely you know what I have I fight lined up for tonight werewolf V.S demon for tonight it should be very entertaining why don't you and your son come I inst's"
Dad got this pained look on his face then I knew
We had no choice.
Now I know why dad was on edge this guy sold the creatures we hunted. I herd of people like him instead of killing the things they capture it alive, force them to fight agenst each other or sell them to a buyer for the highest bid.
I remember when my dad came back from a hunt the look in his eyes was something I haven't seen since the night mom died that night he actually hugged me before he went to bed. Then door opened once more and Bobby came in he didn't look any better than he did. That whole week my dad was acting strange he kept me in his sights constantly making sure where I was that week my training was also stepped up from the time the sun rose to the time it set I would be out outside going over drills I had learned always learning new moves in hand to hand combat.
A few days later I came down and Bobby was in the kitchen nursing a beer. We sat there for a while before I asked about what happened on the hunt. I remember Bobby face when he told me" that hunt we had it wasn't a regular hunt. I got a call saying some hunter was capturing demons and anything else he could get his hands on. He was selling them off to hunters and other people anyone wh0 had the right amount of cash in their pockets. "It's a fate worse than death kid especially for werewolves."
'Why" I asked he never gave me an answer.
So now I am sitting here in the lion's layer so to speak dad is somewhere else checking out Reese's hideout. I heard one of the guards talking about a fight in the pits tonight, cars lined up men and women dressed in there evening finest lined up at the door placing bets.
From my position I could see them starting to line up around the huge pit. The pit itself was at least four feet deep the smooth concert walls and floor were stained the crimson color of blood. The crowd started to cheer the anocre took his place in the center of the pit, called the first line up then walked off. The spectators went wild cheering even louder than before.
Two steel massive doors at the opposite ends of arena opened. Two guards on each side pushed the two struggling opponents thought 2 pairs of pitch
black eyes locked on one another. With a final shove the guards left the doors closed with a resounding thud.
I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned around to find my dad looking at me, his eyes full of regret.
"I'm sorry dean."
I knew someone was going to die tonight