~18 years ago~

John checked once again to make sure that he had everything he needed. This was the demon he had been itching to get his hands on for quite some time. Either way though, this would be his last hunt. Demon exorcised or not. He had a new job to move on to. He was in an old abandoned house in the woods, plenty of room to do what was planned.

He began summoning the demon, chanting the summoning ritual. By the time he was done with it the lights were flickering and the demon that he had followed all the way to America was standing in front of him.

"Ah, John. It seems we meet again. I thought you would have backed off considering what nearly happened to your brother." The demon before him said casually as he walked around the room.

"You nearly killed him. You didn't think I was just going to let that go, did you, Lasriel?" John asked just as casually.

He just needed to be patient. Lasriel just needed to step a few paces to the left...

"So, why exactly am I here? You summoned me here, I'm assuming it wasn't just for a friendly chat. You're obviously still new at this Johnny." He asked, still walking around the room until...perfect.

"Actually, I think I'm getting pretty damn good at it." John said looking to the ceiling where a devil's trap had been set and now Lasriel was standing perfectly in the middle of it.

The Demon followed his gaze to the ceiling. He seemed a bit surprised but the smile didn't waiving from his face.

"Ah, so this was your plan?" He asked.

John nodded.

"You're stuck now. All I've got to do now is say what's in this book," John said holding up a small book in his hands, "And you're going back to Hell. Permanently."

The demon chuckled as though he knew something that John didn't.

"Looks like you finally got me." Lasriel said sadly.

John Rider thought he was missing something but he wasn't going to let that stop him. This was the way to stop the demon and this demon was going to go back to hell. Tonight.

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Alex smiled for what seemed for the first time in months. Things were finally looking up for him. He was finally caught up in school since MI6 had been leaving him alone for a while. Which was why he had been hanging out with his friends for the better part of the day after Tom practically begged the blonde to come out with them.

And surprisingly he had been having a great time. His friends had welcomed him back with open arms with nearly no questions. Though he had a feeling Tom had a little bit to do with that but he was grateful for it nonetheless.

And now, on his way home, he finally felt content. Maybe this where his life started to get back to normal.

As he approached his house he was a little caught off guard when he saw that all the lights were on. Jack was out with one of her friends from her short time at college. Usually when Jack was gone she kept lights off because she was paranoid about the power bill going up. And her car wasn't in the driveway so she was obviously not home.

Shrugging it off, he brought his keys out to unlock the door. Maybe she got home early. Once he was in he shivered slightly at how cold it was in the house, usually Jack demanded it stay warm in the house during the winter.

"Jack? I'm home," He called out tentatively.

There was no answer and he was finally on edge. Jack was a light sleeper, she would have heard him entering the house and she wasn't stupid she wouldn't not answer him, she knew how paranoid he got about those kinds of things. Alex saw the television flickering silently from the living room. Carefully he entered the dark room and scanned it for his guardian but there was no sign of the American.

Suddenly footsteps were echoing from the hallway upstairs. Heavy, steps that were in no way to be confused with Jack's light steps. But there was no time for him to hide, instead he jumped into action and grabbed the expensive Japanese fighting knife that Ian had brought him back from a trip as collectable to make up for missing his birthday. He unsheathed it and held it up threateningly as the footsteps got closer.

"Sam, I don't believe this! Tell me I didn't just take a freakin' plane all the way to London just for you to tell me this kid isn't here?" Came a frustrated male's voice. It was deep and American.

"Dean, would you calm down? He's a teenager and it's Saturday. He's probably out with some friends." Said the voice which Alex assumed was the person called Sam.

Then both of the men were at the landing of the stairs and the trio came face to face.

Alex looked the intruders up and down. The shorter man with the shorter hair was eying the teen warily. He didn't know what to make of the boy before him handling the sword with ease.

The taller man had shaggy brown hair looked to his brother. They both looked to each other and the shorter man shrugged.

"Well this isn't exactly going as you planned, Sammy," he said.

'Sammy' rolled his eyes before turning his attention to Alex.

"Who are you two and what the hell are you doing in my house?" Alex demanded.

"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. We need to talk to you, you're in trouble." Sam introduced.

"Yeah, so why don't you put that thing down before someone gets hurt, kid?" Dean asked gruffly, not at all concerned about the teen and his weapon as he walked close to Alex.

"Who do you work for?" Alex asked, already thinking the worst. The last thing he needed was a surprise visit from SCORPIA or MI6.

But Sam and Dean only exchanged glances again.

"Who do we work for? What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked, taking a step forward, making Alex wave the knife at the man as he took a step back.

Dean seemed to back off though as he raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back.

Then it dawned on Alex.

"What have you done with Jack?" The teen said angrily.

"Relax, your guardian is still out with her friend." Sam assured.

Alex gave a silent sigh of relief but didn't drop his stance.

"You need to come with us." Dean said coming closer and reaching for the knife.

Alex lunged at Dean, who was standing nearest him. He slung his knife wielding hand at Dean's face.

The eldest Winchester only barely dodged the hand, surprised at the boy's speed.

"Holy crap!" Dean muttered, grabbing Alex's hand and slinging it against the nearest wall to get him to drop the knife.

Alex dropped the knife but he wasn't giving up yet.

Alex shoved Dean away from him and then threw a roundhouse kick to the side of the man's face.

Dean fell on his butt, sprawling out as he held the side of his face.

"Son of a bitch! Kid, will you calm down? We just wanna talk!" He yelled deeply before turning to his brother who had a smirk on his face.

"You know, you could help me," Dean accused.

"Nah, it's not everyday I get to see you get your ass kicked by a fourteen year old," Sam replied, knowing that his brother could handle himself.

"Who are you?" Alex asked heatedly.

Sam looked at the boy.

"We told you we're-"

"No! Who do you work for? What do you want?"

Dean sighed feeling his face tenderly.

"Kid, we don't work for anyone." He replied.

Keeping a respectful distance from the teen, Sam began to explain.

"Our father's name was John Winchester. He knew your father, John Rider."

Alex looked blankly at him.

"And?" He asked, tensing at the mention of this dad.

"And your dad used to work jobs with our dad." Dean put in, finally picking himself off the floor.

"Jobs? Your dad's a spy?" Alex asked, before he realized what he had said.

Dean saw him tense.

"Relax, we know your dad was a spy. But no, our Dad wasn't a spook. He was a hunter...so are we." He said.

"So, you broke into my house because our dads went hunting together?" He asked doubtfully

Sam shook his head.

"It's more of what they hunted." He stated cryptically.

Again Alex stared between the two brothers.

"I'm gonna need more of a hint because if I don't get some straight answers soon I'm calling MI6 and they can deal with you."

"Demons." Dean answered immediately, tired of playing it safe like his brother had wanted to.

"Dean!" Sam yelled but his brother ignored him.

"Demons?" Alex asked slowly.

"Yeah, well, your dad mostly hunted demons, our dad hunted other things too. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, wendigos. The list goes on." Dean admitted.

Alex looked to the floor for his knife. These two may not be working for anyone but they were couple of crazy people.

"Maybe they escaped from a nearby mental institution." Alex pondered silently.

"Look, we're not crazy, but he is telling the truth." Sam said as if reading his thought.

Alex gave a humorless laugh.

"You'll have to excuse me for not believing you. Look, if you leave now I won't call anyone." Alex reasoned. He just wanted these two out of the house before Jack got home and freaked.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," A voice said from behind him.

Startled, Alex cried out before promptly swung out his arm, punching the man behind him in the face.

Alex groaned and doubled over with the pain that shot through his hand. It felt like he had punched a brick wall instead of a man's face.

Looking at the unknown man, Alex was startled to see that the his punch hadn't even phased him at all.

"Way to go, Cas. Next time why don't you pop in with a Jason mask on and really scare the kid." Dean suggested.

"Who is Jason?" Cas asked.

"Not now." Dean said rolling his eyes as he turned to Alex.

"Look, I don't care if you believe us or not, but the gist of things is that a Demon is after you. This demon knew your dad, he wants to kill him, but your dad's...kinda dead. So, you're the next best thing. We need you to come with us. We'll keep you safe." He said bluntly.

" Why is he after me?" Alex asked despite himself.

Sam shook his head.

"We can't discuss this here. We need to go."

"I'm not going anywhere with you people. I don't know what cult or crazy house you people escaped from, but you need to go back."

"Look, I know it doesn't look like it, but we are here to help you." Sam tried to reason, not really wanting to take the kid by force.

"Help me? You broke into my house and-"

Suddenly the lights began to flicker and Dean cursed loudly, pulling out his gun.

"Forget trying to reason with the kid. Cas, just get him to Bobby's." Dean ordered.

Alex looked to the man called Cas, expecting a fight. But, instead, all he felt was the man put two fingers to his forehead before his world faded to black.

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Alex woke up to a spring poking into his back. He blearily opened his eyes and looked around. He looked to the ceiling and saw a pentagram there and an identical one on the floor.

Dread filled Alex's mind. Great, now not only had he been kidnapped, but he had been kidnapped by demon worshiping people that wanted blood. Sometimes Alex wondered what he did to deserve so much bad Karma.

He sat up and saw that he was in a bare steel room with no windows. That meant there was no way to tell where he was or even what the time was.

Just as he went to stand up and try to look for a way out, the door squeaked open and the man he remembered as Dean stuck his head in. Alex could see the cut forming on the side of the man's head from where he had hit him.

"Finally, you're up. Cas is gonna have to take it easy on the angel mojo next time. Come on up, you gotta be hungry." He said opening the door widely.

Alex blinked. He wasn't being held in this room?

Dean noticed his confusion.

"I know it looks like a holding cell but this really was the safest place for you. It's a panic room. Bobby originally made it to keep things out, not in." He explained before walking back out of the room but leaving the door open for Alex to follow.

The teen sighed before going after the stranger and up the stairs.

Then they entered a really cluttered and dingy house. Alex saw books and papers scattered everywhere. Books about supernatural folklore.

They entered the kitchen and a man with a trucker's cap and a beard was making eggs.

"He's awake, Bobby." Dean announced, taking a seat at the table and motioning for Alex to do the same.

There was a dismantled gun on the table and Dean began cleaning it.

'Bobby' then turned around and walked over to Alex with a plate of eggs in his hand. He sat the plate down in front of Alex along with a glass of milk.

"Name's Bobby Singer. You need anything just let me know. I figured you'd be hungry." The man introduced awkwardly.

Alex nodded silently and looked down at the food and milk. He noticed no one else was eating yet. He had been drugged one too many time before so he wasn't about to be fooled this time.

"I'm not hungry." Alex said before his stomach gave a growl to prove otherwise.

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Man, they're not kidding when they say spies are paranoid." He said before picking up a piece of egg from Alex's plate and popping it into his mouth and then took a swig of the milk.

He handed the glass back to the boy.

"Unless you're afraid of cooties?" Dean taunted before turning back to his gun.

Alex rolled his eyes at the man but picked up a fork and began eating. He really was starved.

"Man, Bobby, those eggs are good. Did you make 'em for everyone?" Dean asked licking his lips.

Bobby gave Dean a look before sitting down at the table with his own plate of eggs.

"You got two legs, boy. Go make 'em yourself."

"You made them for him." Dean retorted, gesturing to Alex.

"He's a kid that you've kidnapped out of his home and drug halfway across the world, ya idjit." Bobby responded.

"Where am I?" Alex cut in.

"America. South Dakota. This is my humble abode. Not exactly Buckingham Palace though." Bobby stated.(1)

"How long was I asleep?" Alex demanded.

Dean and Bobby shrugged.

"Not long. Two...Three hours tops." Dean replied.

"Oh really?" Alex asked sarcastically. From London to the middle of America in three hours? He doubted it.

"How long are you planning on keeping me here?" Was Alex's next question.

Bobby sighed.

"Until the boys get rid of this demon."

"Why exactly is this 'demon' after me?" The teen asked, deciding to play along for a while. He knew that he may have to play along with these people to get the full picture.

Dean and Bobby exchanged glances before Dean cleared his throat.

"Your dad wasn't a hunter long. A year maybe two tops before he was recruited by MI6. There was a demon that had John had been following for awhile. He managed to exorcise him but he didn't know that what he did was just going to send him back to Hell and that Lasriel could get out...It's taken awhile but he's out of Hell and he's back. He knows your dad is dead so he thinks that the only way to get back at him is to kill you." Dean summarized.

"Lasriel? Demon's have names?" Alex asked.

Dean only nodded.

"And 'Lasriel' is mad at my dad because he sent him to Hell? Didn't this 'demon' come from Hell? Isn't that like his home?" He questioned.

Dean snorted.

"Hell's not a fun place for anyone, Alex. Trust me." He said wisely with a far off look deep in his eyes.

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Soon Bobby left the kitchen and it was just Alex and Dean left in the room.

"You know I met your dad a few times." Dean said after awhile.

Alex looked disbelievingly at the man before him.

"Really? Was he exorcising a demon?" He asked doubtfully.

Dean shook his head, ignoring the teen's sarcasm.

"Actually, no, it was a poltergeist. He was doing a job with my dad and it lasted longer than they had intended. He crashed at our hotel a night or two. Sammy really liked him. He played chess with him a few times."

"So what happened to your dad?"

Dean paused for a moment. "He died on a job a few years back."

"And you followed in his footsteps?" Alex asked.

Dean nodded. "Kinda all I know how to do. Dad trained Sam and me."

Alex nodded. If anything this man was telling him was true then Dean really knew how to make a kid feel like crap. Alex had been spending the last year of his life trying to get away from what his uncle had trained him to do and what his father had died for.

Dean looked over and saw the crestfallen look on the boy's face.

"Look, we all know what you've been drawn into. MI6 forced you into being James Bond way too soon. They blackmailed you, right? Following after a parent's footsteps isn't for everyone. Sam will be the first one to tell you that. He fought tooth and nail not to be a hunter. He went all the way to college trying to escape it. It's okay that you don't wanna be a spy." Dean assured as he reassembled his gun with ease. Alex noticed that it was a really old gun, not a modern one.

"And your dad was a pretty cool guy. After what you've been through, I'm sure he'd understand." Sam said as he entered the room with a post-it note in his hands.

"Got a lead from the police about where the demon is. We need to check it out." Sam then said to his brother.

"What about me?" Alex asked.

"You'll stay here with Bobby. Maybe we can get rid of this thing and get you home." Sam said sympathetically.

Alex nearly jumped with joy. Alex didn't think he could get away from all three of these people but he knew that he could if it was just the oldest man around.

Dean finished the last of putting the gun together and he stood up with a smile, his eyes dancing with excitement. This man obviously liked his job.

"Let's roll."

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"When are you going to tell him that his guardian isn't, 'fine'?" Sam asked as they rolled down the highway in Dean's beloved Impala.

"She's gone, Sam. Lasriel got to her before we could stop him. That means Alex doesn't have anyone to go home to...I'll tell him when we've gotten rid of Lasriel and after we've decided what we're going to do with him." Dean replied decisively.

"Decide on what to do with him? Dean, we can't do anything. He'll have to go into the foster system."

"John was Dad's friend. He wouldn't let his friend's kid be bounced from house to house." Dean replied, gripping the wheel harder.

"You don't know that. What can we possibly-"

"I'll think of something, Sam. Just focus on getting this Son of a Bitch." Dean interrupted sternly, effectively ending their conversation by throwing the volume on the stereo up full blast.

A/N- Ahh, the dreaded first chapter...always makes me nervous.

I got the name 'Lasriel' from a name generator online...I liked it. Lol, I hope it sounds like a demon name.

(1)- I'm not sure where Bobby's house actually is...I googled it and it came up with South Dakota...if that's wrong lol take it up with google.

I decided to put this somewhere after Dean gets back from Hell. I wanted Cas to be in it.

And if there's anyone who is a legit hard core Supernatural fan who wants to help me with do's and don'ts of demons and angels I'd be grateful. I'm a huge fan but it's hard to keep things straight lmao.

And lastly I'm a Dean fan so this will more than likely be centered around Alex and Dean...But Sammy will definitely be right in the middle of things so no worries.

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