Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters but I have managed to make them into something they hunt but in a good way.

Warning: This is based in an alternate universe where the boys are shapeshifter twins that were adopted by John and Mary after their real parents, close friends of the hunters who were killed by Gordon. They are later adopted by Bobby after the Winchesters are killed on a hunt. He does know they are shifters and has raised them as Hunters, like their adopted parents had been doing while teaching them to be good shifters and how to hide what they are from others.

No, the other hunters don't know they are shifters and they are good at acting human but are fully shapeshifters not human genetically but raised to behave as human by their parents. No, there will be no Lucifer, Michael, or vessel, or leviathan plots in this storyline just the boys hunting as Hunters and shifters.

Yes, there will be Wincest but I will keep it brief and romantic as possible. This isn't that kind of story.

Plot: There is a new addition or two coming to the Winchesters.

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John and Mary were hunting a shifter in Lagado, Kansas. It had gotten away twice now and they were on its trail again. A trail that led to the home of a married couple Sandra and Jacob Wilkonson. They had just had two twin boys a few weeks ago. Unfortunately all the people killed by the shifter were people who had worked with the small family at the hospital during the wife's labor and a few days of recovery afterward. The doctor had killed his wife, as the shifter. The nurse had killed her husband, as the shifter of course. Both had time cards to prove they weren't there and there were many witnesses that saw them at work at the time of the murders. There were also yards of video tapes and witnesses that agreed it was them at the scene, right when the murder were occurring. The police were confused and annoyed by this little paradox. The Hunter couple saw it for what it really was.

Eventually they had found the connection to the couple and watched them through binoculars. Nothing seemed off about it but they couldn't shake the feeling there was one. They noticed a figure watch them from across the street, behind a wall of bushes with a good view of the house. As car headlights hit its face as they drove by, they saw its eyes flare white and knew it. It approached the house carefully, going for the nursery windows. The couple pulled their guns loaded with silver and began to follow it silently. When it had managed to cut the glass out and try to climb in, they held it at gunpoint and told it to step away from the room. The thing leered at them evilly.

The couple swept into the room at the sound of glass smashing over the baby monitors, which they used to keep track of the babies and make sure they were safe without being in the same room as them. they saw the hunters facing down their trespasser and froze in fear. The hunters were here, and hunters killed them.

"Grab the kids and get out of there!" Mary shouted, spurring them to do as she said. About that time, another car drove by with its high beams and they saw the couple's eyes flare. They grabbed the kids and ran out, terrified now. They shot into it and it fells to the ground, dead. Now they had to meet the others and see what was going on.

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"We're shifters, you're right." The man sighed and looked to the woman, they were sad. "But we didn't kill anyone, we were targeted by it. It's been chasing us for a hundred miles so far. We will have to move again."

"So it wasn't you killing those people?" The hunter couple had caught onto this fact earlier. They had been packing when the thing had broken into the nursery.

"No, we weren't. We've been here living a normal life and the thing is making us move again." The shifter man said, "We can't afford to right now, to be honest." The baby stuff and their nursery had taken them months to buy.

Both were sad and waiting for their decisions

"You don't have to now. The cops had nothing to begin with." Mary knew the problem at hand with them before coming in for their hunt.

They gave the couple their number and said to call them if they needed anything. The couple in turn said they would. A friendship was forming here, they could feel. It felt nice, they hadn't made many friends over the years and the Winchesters seemed like a good match for them.

They began to peruse properties in Lawrence, Kansas. They would have to move soon. They may have to save their money up to do it and take a small apartment there until they could afford a rental house but it would be worth it. It was better for them now. They had to move anyway and this time they would be moving closer to a place where they had friends, it was a good change from what they were used to.

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"It's…nice." Mary said gulping, okay, nice might have be being too polite. It was tiny rat trap. There was a little room off the side, the bedroom supposedly. The kitchen and a living room formed the second room and were joined, and that was it. So not a good place for the babies to grow up in.

"It will only be temporary." Sandra said softly and smiled tentatively, knowing what her friend was thinking. "We should have a house soon. We just need to save our money up to get one. Jake's job let him transfer here and gave him a hefty raise to sweeten the deal. Since we were going anyway, it seemed like a nice bonus."

"How soon until you get one?" Mary had an idea.

"In a month or two. One of his bosses here knows someone who is going to let us rent with the option to buy but it won't be ready for a month or two. He guaranteed us the house; we just have to save up enough for the down payment. This place is low rent enough to let us do that." Sandra pleaded, hoping her friend wouldn't complain too much. Sure the place was small and cramped but it's cheap and that's what mattered.

"No, you won't. You can come stay with us. We have a spare room or two." She eyed the babies and looked like she wanted to cry, "You see, we wanted children, no, we still want children. It's me you see. I have been injured so much from hunting. Hunters get hurt a lot. We get hit in a lot of places, even in our lower parts. I had surgery a few years back, one of many actually, but this one was different." Mary wiped her tears away hastily and looked away, focusing on a spot on the floor for a moment. "He said I was damaged…down there. Too many hits to the stomach and the nether regions. I had to have surgery to repair me but it would take my uterus and my ability to have my own. "

Sandra came to her side and touched her shoulder. Mary fell into her and began to cry. "Please stay with us! Just until you get your house, that's all I ask. Let me spend time with them, please! Let me give you a better place to go than this rat trap. It's only for a couple months and you don't have to pay anything. You can save up every penny you earn that way. I could use the company, John too. Please say yes, Sandra, please?" Mary cried softly some more, "I need this." Her eyes were soft with tears and need. She needed them to stay, needed time with those kids, with her friends.

"Okay, we'll stay." Sandra sighed smiling, Mary's face lit up with joy. "Just until we can get the house."

"Fine with me." Mary said, "But I get babysitting rights whenever you need one, and they come over on weekends to visit, you, too." Sandra smiled and nodded.

"Thank you!" Mary hugged her hard and smiled widely, "Thank you so much!" They hurried out, carrying the baby carriers with them. Mary shut the door behind them and headed toward her car.

"Um, I have to find a way to tell Jake about us staying with you guys." Sandra said nibbling her lip, she was pretty sure that Jake wouldn't mind if they did, John either. Those two were attached at the hip lately so that part would work out.

"I don't think they will mind too much. I'm sure John had already moved your stuff into the garage by now and returned the U-Haul. He wasn't keen on you taking this place to begin with. Jake probably knows all about it by now." Mary laughed and Sandra joined her laughing, too.

They decided to pick up supper from a restaurant and save the boys the trouble of waiting for them to cook the dinner for the man. The two women picked up some wine too. This was a celebration and they wanted to celebrate it.

They were glad their friends had decided to stay; Mary just hoped they would be happy here.

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Mary and John helped them move into the house exactly one month later. They didn't have much in the way of furniture but once the Winchesters cleaned out there attic, they were able to give them a house full of stuff. It was a nice house and Mary made sure the guys brought all of the nursery furniture they had been using up so that the women could set it up for them. Their old stuff wasn't nearly nice enough and they had talked them into getting rid of it early on. They had them take their baby stuff they had saved for their own kids…if they could have had one that was.

Mary and John pulled away, subdued and sad, already missing the little family that had stayed with them. They felt like family to them and like they belonged there, not in this monster of a house.

"I miss them already." Mary said looking down at her hands, tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Me too." John took her hand and squeezed it gently. Mary looked up at him and gave him a tentative smile.

It had meant a lot to her, to them, having them there. They could keep them safe there. Here they were vulnerable to attack, or that is what the Winchesters told themselves. Neither acknowledging the truth.

The truth being they would really miss those babies more. They were so wonderful to have around, almost like having their own finally. It hurt to see them leave. It left two baby shaped holes behind in their hearts and their homes. Shapes nothing would ever fill, hunting had made sure of that.

Mary began to cry softly into her pillow that night and John rolled over to pull her to him. Mary put her face into his shoulder and cried as if her heart were breaking and in a way it was. John held her and soothed, unmindful of the tears streaming down his own face.

The place felt wrong now. Something gone that somehow belonged there. It felt too quiet and empty.

Strangely enough, the Wilkonson's were feeling the same way across town. They missed their friends and wished they had stayed. They made a promise to visit them soon, and make sure they had weekly visits with the boys. They also had called up Bobby about setting up the legal papers giving the Winchesters officially the boys Godparents, in case anything happened to them. The Winchesters had introduced them months before on a trip they had made together. The old man had liked the boys instantly and took care of them every chance he got. Mary had said if they needed something like this, to call the man, he was connected that way.

Bobby was glad to help and said he would do it. He wished them luck and hung up.

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They died soon after.

They had felt someone watching them and they tried to be careful. They tried to protect their children. They tried to protect their friends. They tried to protect their family.

They failed and succeeded at the same time. A sad testament to how short life can be and how tragic it can end.

It was the black man again, the one that always seemed to find them. This time he had gotten too close to miss them and they had to do something, something for their boys. They made a plan and hated the way it would end. It would end with them dead but the kids alive. Mary would take them in. They just had to keep the hunters from catching on to what they had in mind.

They made plans to celebrate their anniversary and asked Mary to watch the kids for them. There was no anniversary, it was months away. They dressed up and put on their happy faces, while inside they were crying, already leaving their friends and their children behind, preparing for their deaths and hoping the others did not catch on and interfere. They held each other and cried their last tears, gave their kids one last hug and kiss. They dressed them and packed their diaper bags, leaving a note inside one of them, a note for their friends.

They carried the kids to the car and buckled the seats in…one last time. They took them to their friends. They watched their friends take in the kids and smile with love at them, loving them like only real parents could. They hugged their friends goodbye…one last time. Then set out to die. They went to the place all the way across town, the small Italian place, even though the place they liked best was a block from their house. They chatted and walked along arm in arm, taking their time when all they wanted to do was run and hide, they couldn't do that or the black man would know about their kids and kill them too. They didn't act suspicious when he came up behind them and took them hostage with a gun to their heads.

The couple looked into the man's eyes and saw their deaths. They closed their eyes and waited for it to come; their last thoughts were of their sons and how much they would miss them.

Gordon put the bullets between their eyes and into their hearts, never knowing their most precious secret. The secret they had died to keep from him.

A secret that if he had known it, it would have cost their sons their lives. Their deaths were a small price to pay for their safety.

Besides, know the Winchesters, if Gordon showed up, he wouldn't make it past the front door before dying in a puddle of his own blood. They would kill him before he got near those babies. They were the perfect protectors for their shapeshifter sons. They were glad they had included the shapeshifting manual in Sam's diaper bag, the family would need it.

They bled out on the cold and wet ground. They weren't found until the next morning and by then, it was over.

The news said it was a mugging gone bad but John knew the signs, so did Mary. A hunter had done this and now the babies were orphans. They weren't human and they needed to hide them from the others. The Winchesters decided to retire right then and dedicate themselves to taking care of and protecting the boys at all costs.

They called up Bobby to get help falsifying the adoption papers for the boys. They were theirs now and no one would lay a finger on them. John would kill them first.

They missed their friends but swore to take care of the twins. It was what they had died for after all.

They found the note and the journal that day and read them. The couple had known the hunter was after them and had lured him away before he could find out about the boys. It had been their final sacrifice.

The Winchester cried for them and mourned for them, but most of all, they swore to be there for their sons and get the bastard that had killed their friends in cold blood. That guy would pay and it would hurt, John vowed this.

And John being the good man he was…he always kept his vows.

Mary handed him Dean to feed and he took the bottle to do it. Mary took Sam and fed him. They sat on the porch and watched their new sons drink from their bottles and let the love for them fill them up once more. They were theirs and that was all that mattered. They couldn't have loved their own children more even if they had given birth to them themselves.

This was their family now. Anyone who threatened it would die painfully.

The boys were all that mattered now.

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When the boys were 6, they began to shift. They mostly liked to take images that reflect those they liked most. Dean liked to shift into superheroes on television, superman, batman, flash, you name it , he became it. He even took on his father's shape once or twice, mostly to attend parent teacher conferences for him or to attend the IED planning sessions at his school. He could download memories but just enough to make sure he could be that person but not become them for real. He healed faster than humans but the more critical injuries would take longer to heal, a day or two more most of the time. He could be anybody. He had enhanced strength, about two times as strong as a human and he was faster than one too. His change was pulled into himself and he did not shed like some of the ones they had chased down before.

Sam preferred to become people like Stephen Hawking, Bill Nye the science guy, and others like that. He often turned into his favorite authors by just using their pictures on the inside cover to change by. He was often made to be his Mom by Dean. Dean didn't like to turn into girls; it went against his 'macho' code. So when a situation called for Mary, Sam had to be her, and, boy, did Dean tease him mercilessly over that every time. His other abilities were like Dean's but different in what they became.

They were trained to be hunters by their parents, and were doing well with the weapons training. The hand to hand was fun too. Dean's favorite sparring partner was Sam and vice versa. They were close now and even finished the other's sentences, felt their pain sometimes. Dean got appendicitis and Sam had to be given a pain shot too. Sam fell out of a tree and broke his arm. Dean could be found holding his arm crying in pain; the same arm Sam had hurt moments before. It was the little things that pulled them together and made them a good team. It was as simple as Sam's world revolved around his older brother and, Dean, well his world revolved around taking care of Sammy. John and Mary were second to them most of the time. They didn't mind, second was a wonderful place to be for those kids.

They depended on Mary and John for all their needs, their hugs and kisses, to tuck them in and tell them stories (although if Sam didn't like the way his parents told the story, he would crawl in with Dean and have him retell it the way that he knew Sam really like it, complete with laser beams and cannons, and often sea monkeys and unicorns playing starring roles). Dean never complained when Sam had nightmares or was scared of thunderstorms, and ran to his bed and clung to him for protection. John and Mary knew their son's fears but knew he would never come into their bed for comfort; no that was Dean's job, Dean's place.

One could say that the first time they found Sam cuddled into his brother after the first storm, they knew this. By the second or third, they saw how far down the parenting chain they really were. Eventually, they just accepted the fact that Sam would always need Dean more, more than anyone else. Dean would always need Sam more, so much more than anyone else on Earth. It hurt to acknowledge this but neither Sam nor Dean ever showed that they loved their parents any less, if anything they made sure they knew how much they loved them and needed them. John and Mary loved them for this and cherished them all the more for it.

It all changed with the boys turning 10 years old and a hunt gone wrong. A hunt they had promised never to do again.

A friend called in a favor. A witch was killing couples and they were needed to be that couple.

They didn't want to go but they had to. They were sure they could handle a little hunt like this one; it was one they had done before. They would be back with their boys in no time.

They were wrong.

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They walked up to Bobby's porch and held onto the boys, relishing them in their arms, hugging their legs tightly. They begged them not to go but they had to.

"Uncle Bobby!" They cried happily and ran to the man, hugging him at the same time, making him pick them up. They laughed as the man tickled their cheeks with his scruffy beard and that made him do it more. He carried them inside and sent them off to play upstairs in the room he kept their toys in for when they visited, which was frequently. Bobby knew losing their friends, the boys' parents had hurt the couple and they had done their best to raise those boys as their own. They had drawn up papers making him their Godfather and began steps to include the clause in their wills that Bobby got the boys if anything happened to them. He would love them and protect them like they had.

They intended to live a long time and see those boys graduate, get married, have real lives outside of hunting. The hunting training was so they could protect themselves and defend each other if it came down to it. A hunter had killed their parents; they couldn't risk them meeting the same fate. They would make them ready for the other hunters out there that would hurt them if they knew what they really were.

They made sure Bobby had to Shapeshifter manual and could refer to it, if their sons ran into issues with their shifting abilities. It had been 4 years since they had first shifted and they had really good control over their abilities by now, John could proudly say. They acted and seemed perfect normal, so human it was scary, but the truth was that they weren't and that truth was what they had to know how to fight.

"Thanks for keeping them for us. It's safer for them here." John said, wishing they could just go home but knowing he couldn't.

"No problem, they are always welcome here. Truth be told, I've been missing them something fierce." Bobby said, listening to them argue upstairs over who was cooler, Mister Potato Head or Batman (the one with the little utility belt full of tiny gadgets). The other listened as well and smiled fondly up to where their children were playing.

"I vote for Batman." Bobby smiled. He liked that utility belt the hero wore. It was like a portable hunter's chest that he carried with him.

"Us too." The Winchesters chuckled and then got serious again. "We won't be gone long, a few days at most. Rufus is waiting for us, we show up, the witch shows up and Rufus ganks her. Pretty simple really."

"Sounds like." Bobby said serious, he had a bad feeling about this, a really bad one. "Want me to call them down to say Bye?"

"Yes, please." Mary said and Bobby called them down. Both boys ran down to the adults and eyed them expectantly.

Mary held out her arms and held both boys. She hugged them hard and kissed them on the cheeks. John held out his and they ran to him, kissing his cheek. He hugged and kissed them back.

"Now be good for Uncle Bobby, boys." John said sternly as two pairs of serious eyes looked up into his. "We'll be back in a few days." The boys ran to the couple and hugged them again, hanging on this time.

The parents managed to free themselves from their kids and said, "We'll be back, I promise. We love you, boys. You are our hearts. We'll come back for you. Just be nice and obey your Uncle Bobby. Promise me, boys." John said sternly and saw they were nodding in reply.

"We'll be good." Sam said, soberly, an almost adult look of understanding on his little face. The others saw grown up Sam shining out of it then, and realized how devastatingly handsome and good he would be when he grew up.

"Yes, We'll be good." Said Dean, flashing them his 'I am awesome' smile and it's second cousin, the 'I'm the greatest, worship me' eyebrow curve. They saw him in that look as the man he would become, devilishly handsome and charming as all get out. They pitied any girl who fell under that look; the poor things weren't going to stand a chance of resisting him. They also saw the good man he would become, so strong and resilient.

"Okay, well we'd better hit the road. Rufus wants us to hit town by tonight, that is the best time to catch the witch." They looked at their kids who ran to hug them one last time, Dean hanging on a little longer to whisper in his Dad's ear, "Be careful, Dad, I love you."

"We love you boys, too. We'll see you soon." They waved as they headed out the door and shut if behind them. Dean heard the Impala roar out of the yard and went watch them go. He felt a hand in his and knew it was Sam's. They watched the taillights fade and turn out of their sight. They sat down and stared in the direction their folks had left in, already missing them but knowing they would be back making it easier.

"Will they be okay, Dean?" Sam asked, leaning into his brother's shoulder, holding his hand tightly. The touch comforting him like nothing else ever could.

"Sure, Sammy, they'll be fine. It's just a witch is all. Besides, Rufus, the other guy, will be there watching over them. He'll back them up. It's a simple bait and trap thing. Don't worry, Sammy, they'll be okay." Dean reassured his brother and he felt Sam relax against him, the worry fading like it had never even been there.

Sam smiled at his brother and kissed his cheek, "Thanks, Dean. Sorry I was such a baby just now." He looked down, secretly still worrying about his folks but feeling a little better thanks to what his brother had said.

"Nah, Sammy, you weren't being any such thing. You were just worried about Mom and Dad. That is not girly. That is a man thing. You're going to be such a good man someday." Dean promised, and meant it. If it was being a baby to want to take care of those you love; it was the best thing in the world to do.

"You're going to be a good man someday, too. Dean." Sam said, hero worship shining from his face for the brother he sat beside. His belief in Dean written plainly there.

Dean saw the look and suddenly believed it too. If Sammy said it was true, it was true. Sam felt the same, if Dean said it was true, it was true. No if and or buts about it.

"Supper time, boys, go wash your hands and get in here!" Bobby called out and they went in to do it.

The small group ate happily together, laughing and smiling, secure they would be with their folks soon.

The next day, Bobby got the call he had hoped to never get. The witch had killed the Winchesters before Rufus could gank her. There were three of them, not one. One had stabbed John first and the other had held Mary while they did it. They had cut her throat after that, letting both their bloods comingle in the goblet. Rufus finally managed to kill the head witch but had broken into the room to find the Winchesters dead on the ground and the witch offering up their blood to her demon master like it was a precious offering. He shot his clip into her and watched her fall to the ground dead.

He stared at the couple in the corner. He took their dead bodies to his truck and laid them down carefully then covered them with a tarp. He called Bobby from the road. Bobby fought his tears but called the boys down to tell them the news, their parents were not coming back for them. They were being brought back to burn like all hunters do in the end. The boys' eyes got wide and they began to cry, wail as only kids can. They held onto him for dear life and he pulled them close. They made their way out to the yard and set up the pyres, a big one made for two. They helped Bobby carry out the salt and oil.

Dean stood staring at the waiting pyre and a hard look filled his feature, masking his pain, pushing it down. Sam turned to him and hugged him, crying softly. Dean's arms held him and let him cry, soothing him with soft words and gentle touches. Sam hugged him harder. Dean was all that was left of their family now, besides Uncle Bobby. Dean's face softened and looked down at his brother, his pain and loss filling his green eyes. A tear escaped but he let Sam see his pain, his loss, letting him know he wasn't alone in this, Dean felt the same way. It didn't take away their pain, this shared knowledge but it enabled them to function once Rufus and Bobby took the bodies of their parents, salted them and poured oil on them, wrapping them in bandages until they were full covered from head to toe, now resembling the mummies they had seen at the museum a long time ago.

Except these weren't some unknown Egyptian dude, this was their parents, their parents who would never come back to them ever again. They would never hug them or kiss them, they would never say 'We love you boys' or 'Eat your vegetables, Dean.' when Dean refused to touch them, merely pushing them around his plate.

They were alone now. Just Sam and Dean Winchester. It hurt and felt wrong. They watched their folks burn to ash and didn't cry, but the tears still fell silently down their faces. Their expressions were somber and lost. The fire reflected orange and yellow in their eyes, giving them an unholy light, flaring the way shifter eyes do when light hits them. Thank goodness Rufus had left after setting the people to burn or he would have seen the flaring eyes and knew what they were. Bobby watched it though and sighed, flare or not, those eyes were full of pain and loss. He wanted to help them through it. Take care of them like he had promised their parents, protecting them from those that would want to hurt them for just being what they were and not human enough for them.

He would teach them to fit in and hide. It was their best defense right now. He would also keep working on developing their abilities, since that was the only to keep them from losing control of them later. He went to stand behind them and put a hand on each of their small shoulders and pull them back a little to himself. They leaned into him but held each other, the only thing keeping them from falling apart at the moment.

Bobby collected their ashes into one urn and took them to a cemetery there in Lawrence where he buried the urn in a deep hole in their burial plots. The stone had both their names on it and the years they had lived. It said, "Good Friends, Good Parents, You Will Be Missed", and Bobby had meant every word as he had ordered the tombstone. They would be missed and he would take care of the boys, raise them the way their parents wanted him to, and maybe they would love him like them someday, if not, he was fine with being 'Uncle Bobby'.

The boys needed him. He would be there for them. It was the least he could do for them.

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Over the years, the boys learned to call him 'Dad' and loved him like their own father. They remembered John of course but knew their real father would never hold it against them if they loved Bobby that way too. They grew closer to each other, strengthening the strange bond they seemed to already have, the unnatural attachment to each other but always willing to make friends or love others anyone, inviting them in to their lives.

They knew what they really were and who their real parents had been. They knew they had died protecting them from a crazy hunter and they loved the people they couldn't remember for that, they had loved them and that was all they cared about.

Dean became stocky and heavily muscled but not overly so. His skin was tan from working on the Impala and playing outdoor sports at school. He played them all and excelled at them. His face filled out and his green eyes were now more pronounced, his lips poutier, his cheekbones deeper, His body was short but filled out, in good shape. His hair was spiky and short. His temper however was short and explosive, especially when someone picked on his brother, his geekier brother.

Sam got taller and leaner. His body was muscular but the muscles were more stretched out, flatter. His arms were toned rather than heavily muscled like his brother's. His face was longer, his jaw squarer. His cheekbones were high rather than deep. His eyes were green blue hazel. His hair was longer, feathered and styled, slightly emo in appearance. His smile was sexy and slow, revealing white teeth and dimples that drove girls wild every time he did smile. Dean had a similar smile but his was poutier whereas Sam's was more wicked and alluring, begging for wickedness. His temper was slow and his fuse was long, unless you were saying something offensive about his brother. That would make him pound you into the concrete if you did so. Dean did the same if someone said something offensive about Sam or threatened him, either one would put the offender in a world of hurt. Sam preferred to quietly pass his time in the library or working on extra credit. No one made too much fun of him for it, they were too scared to try.

Both boys were excellent fighters with perfected Hunter skills, since Bobby had been taking them hunting every summer between classes to show them the ropes. Both boys took to hunting like ducks to water. Their shifting powers coming in handy on more than one case and had saved Bobby's life more times than he cared to keep count of.

Graduation came and went for the boys. Bobby proudly shared the camera with his new wife, Ellen, and her daughter, Jo. Jo had graduated last year but she was just as proud of her step brothers as she could be. They looked so handsome in their robes and caps with the tassels. They grinned up to their family and their sunglasses hid their eye flares since so many were taking pictures that it was required. The school had raised a fuss at first, saying no sunglasses but Bobby had pointed out that wearing sunglasses to their Graduation ceremony was not forbidden and let them try to find it. They couldn't and grudgingly agreed to let the boys wear them on the excuse the lights hurt their eyes. It had saved all but the family from noticing the telltale shifter signs, the eyes, the eyes that flared on camera or in ultra -bright light.

Ellen ran a roadhouse in the next town, Harvelle's Roadhouse, although she preferred to call it a 'saloon'. She ran it daily and returned to the yard to them. She was a good mom and had raised them from when they were 12 years old. She had known Bobby years before but had never approached the man about being interested. Bobby took to visiting her place until she agreed to go out with him. They were married several months later, Ellen's and Bobby's second one. Jo was a good sister, and was a good influence on them, training with them, hunting with them, and accepting their true identities as shifters not human. That part didn't matter, they were her brothers and she would take care of them, it was never a question of her betraying their secret which she would never do, she would cut out her own tongue first, with a rusty knife at that. She was their age and it was nice to spend time with her. They did the brother things, following her on dates, stalking her boyfriends to make sure they aren't cheating on her, and all the things brothers do.

They still were closer to each other than anyone else but now more people shared that space, even if they would always take second place to each brother's devotion to the other. Their bond was different and confusing. It was best not to question it to hard, it was just the way they were. They had girlfriends at school of course, both of them being the 'good-looking twins' there after they had filled out and then Sam was Valedictorian so they each had their own ways of being themselves. One was more brute strength with a lot of brain behind those green eyes while the other was more quiet and sensitive, giving off a quiet confidence that impressed all those around him. He was eager to learn where Dean was bored easily in class, often sneaking out to peek in at Sam in his classes, just because he could.

They rotated around each other and nothing could stop it, so they stopped trying. They were shifters and twins, both things carried a world of weird with them. This was just a by-product of that. Bobby would have disagreed. To him, it was just a Sam and Dean thing, just another thing that made them different, made them special. They fought side by side, their motions in perfect sync. They were fluid and smooth, each one's moves flowing into the others. Their skills were spooky. They were in sync with each other at all times. Two sides of the same coin, yin to the others yang, and that was just the way they were.

They chose not to go to college but go into hunting instead and helping their father with his research and putting together case files for others. He was the information hub for most hunters, the one who could find anything out if given the time. He was the one others called when they needed more information on a bad thing. He had knack for it and was the best at it. Harvelle's was the sister hub. Hunters went there to hang out and talk shop, knowing it was a safe haven for them. Ash helped Bobby with research sometimes, helping him find out more about the more obscure and technological end of it.

They were 19 now and had become hunters in their own rights.

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Then one day the safety factor failed. A hunter sensed they were different and was drawn to them. It turned out to be an ironic meeting. The hunter that had sensed them was also the one who killed their birth parents and would have killed them if the Winchesters hadn't taken them in, if their parents had not sacrificed themselves to protect them. That hunter was Gordon Walker, and he had a nose for the Supernatural. He was also crazy and had a 'If you're not human or I don't think you're human, You have to die' kind of guys. A whole new bucket of crazy they had never met before.

It all began with picking up some files from their Mom that Dad had asked Ash to look up for him.

The Boys had walked into Ellen's to pick up some research files for Bobby and were looking for Ellen when she shouted for them to come over to her, "Sam, Dean, over here!" She smiled at them affectionately. A black man approached them as they sat down and said with a wide over-exuberant smile, "Dean and Sam Singer? Bobby Singer's sons?"

"Yeah, why you asking?" Dean said, instantly on guard. He didn't trust others much. The he edged closer to his brother.

"Gordon Walker, an old friend of John Winchester, your father I believe." Gordon smiled widely and neither boy believed it was real in the least.

"I'm Dean, he's Sam." Dean said briskly, just waiting for the files so they could leave already. This guy made him twitchy.

"Here, these should work." Ellen said and handed them the files. Her eyes flicked knowingly at Gordon then to the door, warning them to leave, something about Gordon was making her want to get him away from the boys. They trusted her and left but resolved to tell their Dad about the man. He might know what his deal was.

Gordon watched them leave with a familiar gut feeling in his gut, something that said something supernatural around but that made no sense but he turned to get another beer anyway. He'd wait to see what this was about, his gut was never wrong.

Gordon smiled to himself. He would be seeing them later.

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"She was right, that guy is trouble. Heard he was the one that killed your real parents years ago. Good people they were. Stay away from him. He had the nose for the supernatural, mostly goes by his gut." Bobby said worried now, "and you two? You are as supernatural as they get. You hide it well but a guy like that will find you. That nose for the supernatural is a scary gift, all the best ones had it, Mary, John, Me, Ellen, and Gordon to name a few. It's what made them such effective hunters."

"Don't worry, Dad. We'll stay away from him." Dean promised and Sam nodded in agreement. That had always been their way, one would often speak for them both, it was like they had their own wavelength or something. It was spooky to see in action, like now. It was even worse when they finished each other's sentences, that was just plain eerie.

A few days later, Sam never came back from visiting the Sheriff. He was going to help paint her house for her and wanted to see when she needed him to come over. Gordon took Sam out with tranquilizer dart and drug the unconscious young man with him into an alley. He drove off speeding away. A witness saw it and reported it. The Sheriff called Bobby with the news and description of the guy who took him. Bobby now knew exactly who had taken his son. He also knew who he worked with more than anyone else, Erick Leckmann.

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Sam woke up bound and gagged to a chair and looking up into the face of the black man that had talked to them before. The same man they had been warned to stay away from.

The man that had murdered their birth parents in cold blood.

The man began to talk and talk and talk, ranting at him and taunting him, a cruel sadistic tone creeping into his voice with every word, an evil pleasantness behind each one. This man was pure Evil, Sam could feel it and was afraid.

"They hid you well, your parents, the Winchesters, even Singer…but I found out about you eventually, took some digging. You were taken in by the Winchesters the day the shifters died. They practically let me kill them; that should have been a clue. I missed that one but realized it this week. They died to keep you two a secret from me; otherwise I would have hunted you down too. Don't usually miss stuff like that, my bad. I will be remedying that right now." Gordon said to Sam, who was in front of him. He watched the monitors for the cameras to keep track of when his prey is finally here.

He tested all kinds of things on Sam: Holy Water, Salt, iron, then silver which caused Sam to scream as he jabs it into his arm a little.

Bobby drove to Ellen's and went in shotgun ready to shoot. "I'm Bobby Singer, this is my son Dean. Gordon had taken my son, Sam." Bobby stated, searching the crowd for the man he was looking for. All the hunters looked at him, one of their own was in danger, and then he continued, "One man knows exactly where he has taken him. I just want Erick Leckmann."

Ellen and Jo came to stand by her family, glaring around, searching for him as well. Her family was in danger and, like Bobby, she was pissed!

A running sound hit their ears and they looked to see a slightly built hunter running for the back room. Two hunters grabbed him and carried him by his arms up to Bobby, the man was clearly terrified.

"Where's Gordon?" Bobby demanded, handing his gun to Dean because he would be less likely to give in to his urge to shoot the man that way. On the other hand, one of the others listening in might do it for him. He was okay with that. He pulled out his knife instead and turned it in his hand contemplating how best to use it to find his son on the man in front of him. Bobby was shaking with rage by now.

"I don't know!" Erick whined and no one believed him. He was a very bad liar.

"You don't tell me, I will gut you…slowly and painfully, Erick, and them," he looked at the others, who also had knives out. "They'll let me."

The man's eyes roved wildly at all the angry hunters surrounding them and gulped in terror. He looked at Bobby and said softly, "The abandoned house at the end of Bradberg Road." He eyed the still approaching knife fearfully.

"Is he still alive?" Bobby asked edging the knife to the man's stomach, lifting his shirt as he spoke. The man nearly passed out from terror until Dean punched him in the jaw, waking him out of it rudely. "If not, you are dead. Whatever happens to him I will make sure happens to you, but ten times worse. I can get creative when the mood hits, and when it comes to this, I feel really creative, if ya get my meaning."

The man nodded in terror, he got his meaning loud and clear. "Last I heard, yes, he was. He's bait for him." He looked at Dean who looked at Bobby and then back at the man, getting angrier by the second. The bastard was after him! No one got away with using his brother as bait. Then again, it gave him a plan and he was sure it would work. He just wanted to gut this guy first before they left. "He wants to take them both out at the same time. Two birds, one stone kind of thing." They went to gut him themselves until Ellen put a hand on their shoulders and stopped them. They turned to look at her, mad she had stopped them.

"We got him. Go save Sam." Ellen said grimly, eying the terrified man with hatred. The group of hunters around them split in half and some went to stand by the man and half went to stand by Bobby.

"It's a trap." Said the sandy haired hunter by Dean's side.

"I know." Bobby said grimly.

"Well, let's not keep the man waiting." Dean said with his lips curved into a small cruel smile.

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"Shift for me, Sam, and this all stops. I'll let you die easy. Come on, Sam, it's a win/win for us, well for me, but a little for you. Shift for me, Sam." Gordon said as he leaned into Sam's face, holding up the silver knife so the light hit it and reflected onto Sam's face. Sam's eyes watched the knife then returned to Gordon, afraid but resolute in his resolve not to give into Gordon's demands. He would not give in! "One less evil thing to worry about walking the Earth, what with you two gone?"

"No, I'm not!" Sam shouted angrily, he wasn't evil but Gordon was.

"Yes, you are." Gordon said calmly and coldly. Cutting Sam on the arm with it. Sam had to grit his teeth and push his mouth into a line to fight the pain it caused. Gordon eyed him appreciatively, admiring his control.

"So are you!" Sam growled as his arm burn from the silver knife cut.

"Nah, now we both know that's not true." Gordon said cutting him again and Sam didn't make a sound, not giving him the satisfaction.

Sam glared at him and chuckled coldly, obviously not knowing any such thing. "One difference between us though." He said with an evil joy creeping into his voice.

"What's that, Sam?" Gordon asked, deciding to wait before cutting him again.

"You're going to die and I'm not." Sam said and watched Gordon approach him again. He drove the knife into Sam's shoulder a little and twisted it, making Sam have to grit his teeth harder to bite back a shout of pain.

"Shift and I'll stop." Gordon said, not removing the knife but driving it deeper, not all the way in yet, and twisting it again. Sam let out a shout of pain that time and Gordon smiled widely at it. He was enjoying Sam's pain.

"I'm not going to do any such thing so you should just kill me now!" Sam shouted angrily but flinched when the knife was pushed deeper again and twisted hard back and forth both directions.

"Not yet, I'm missing the matching set." Gordon said stopping the twisting but leaving the knife in to burn Sam as it touched his flesh.

"What?" Sam said with horror in his eyes as he realized what Gordon was waiting for.

"Your brother. You're both evil freaks." Gordon said pushing as he pushed the knife in a little more; Sam's head fell back in agony as it shot through his shoulder again, like a hot fire poker being slowly driven into him at a slow pace, utter agony driving a cry of pain from him again. "He'll come to save you." Gordon chuckled good-naturedly, clearly not the sanest apple in the barrel, in Sam's opinion.

"I'm going to kill you if you touch him!" Sam growled, struggling with his bonds, and finding no give there. He glared at the man again while trying to get his long fingers onto the knot to untie it without the man noticing.

"Not likely." Gordon said happily as he drove the knife in all the way and then gave it a hard turn to tear more at the healing flesh that had begun to wrap around it. Sam screamed this time, and again when Gordon did it again, laughing a little at the man's pain. He stopped for a second, and left Sam gasping in agony as the pain in his shoulder and arm increased exponentially from what it had been before.

He turned to see Dean approaching the back door, gun drawn, looking around for threats. Gordon laughed again, "Oh, look, he's right there. Let's welcome him." Gordon pulled out his own gun and went to stand by the door. Dean was almost there and Sam struggled, despite his pain, to get free. There was the sounds of the door being kicked open and a big fight taking place. Dean came running up to him and began to cut him loose, gun in one hand looking around in case Gordon came back in.

"No, Dean, get out of here! It's a trap." Sam said looking around in case Gordon was back.

"Got the memo already, big guy." Dean said smiling, his lip bleeding a little. A bruise was visible on his jaw, already yellowing. "What did he do to you?" Dean took off his shirt and pushed it to Sam's cuts and shoulder wound, wiping off the blood. The shoulder bled heavily as he pulled out the knife so he pressed the cloth into it hard to staunch it. He knew it should heal fast but with the silver sitting in there so long, it wouldn't heal as fast at all, it would be slow to close up.

Gordon stood there watching and came into the room. Dean stood and helped Sam up with him. He held his gun on the black man, not flinching, his green eyes shining with fury. Sam eyes were on him too and took the knife Dean had in his belt.

"We've been waiting for you." Gordon drawled, limping in and holding his side, Dean had hurt his ribs.

"Figured you were." Dean said smiling now, lowering his gun, "That's why I brought friends." He looked to the windows and Gordon saw what he had done. He had gotten the shed surrounded by hunters while he had distracted the maniac.

Gordon went to shoot them both, insanity filling his eyes as he realized the 'evil freaks' had gotten the drop on him and his mind broke under that knowledge. Two rounds took him in the heart and lower back as Bobby jumped out from behind a pillar and pumped two rounds from his shotgun into him. Gordon fell to the ground dead and Bobby went to his sons. Dean saw how Sam's shoulder was bleeding and put the cloth against it again. Sam crumpled under the pain it brought as it pushed against the already tender place and passed out from the blood loss.

"He's hurt badly, Dad. He's lost so much blood, too much!" Dean cried out and went to his knees to hold Sam's head, next to Bobby. The other hunters burst in and helped them get him to the car. They took him back to the roadhouse.

When they got there, the other man, Leckmann was gone and it was almost empty now. Ellen laid him out on a table and tended to his shoulder. The blood flow had slowed a little bit by then and not as heavy but she could tell he had lost a lot of blood. She had Jo go get a pack of Sam's blood type from the cooler she kept under the bar. She hooked him up to it with an IV pack she kept with the blood. They put a pillow under his head to make him as comfortable as they could until the blood pack was empty and had morphine shot to ease his pain. An hour later, they were able to stabilize Sam enough to get him into the car to leave for home. Ellen laid a soft kiss on his forehead and smoothed his hair with her hand.

"It's okay, Sam. The others don't know and won't ever. Gordon was crazy, we all knew that, it was why we left him alone. He had gotten psychotic over the years and no one would go near him for that reason. No one can fault Bobby for shooting him, he was saving you boys. Hell, they would have done it themselves if Bobby hadn't told them to stay out of it." Ellen said, looking at both of them now, "He killed your parents and Mary and John took you in. You ain't ever done anything to show me you are less than the good men you are, so that other part isn't important. Actions count, boys, remember that."

Ellen ran out with them, tossing Ash the keys and telling him to lock up for them. Jo ran beside her. Ash sat in a chair on the porch and gave them a two finger salute, holding up his drink with the same hand.

They drove home and Dean sat in the back keeping a close eye on his brother, who seemed to be getting groggy from the pain meds again. He put himself between Sam and the side of the car, as Sam succumbed to the drug's effects and went to sleep again, his unclothed chest rising and falling gently. His shirt had been the first victim to Ellen's ministrations, it was in the way of the wounds.

Dean soothed Sam with soft words and a hand on his head whenever he began to show signs of a nightmare or uneasy sleep. Bobby watched them in the rearview mirror and sighed happily. His boys were safe, their secret safe and no one knew they were anything but human, and he liked it that way, it was safer for them.

Ellen followed in her own car with Jo, worried about her sons. She knew Sam would recover soon enough but still worried. She couldn't help herself, it was just the way she was.

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Gordon's body was never found. Hunters can hide evidence of their hunts. Gordon would never be found. They had disposed of the body when they broke into a mortuary and burned him to ash in the crematorium. From there, they tossed his ashes into a vat of holy water. The water ended up watering a tree in Pennsylvania several states away. Like I said, Hunters know how to hide evidence of their hunts.

Erick Leckmann shot himself and it was ruled a suicide by the coroner. All his friends they talked to were saying he had been severely depressed and acting strangely lately but had not expected this. The investigators believed them. The hunters had lied and done it well. It was what they did after all.

Both men had broken one of the sacred rules of hunting, 'Never Mess With Another Hunter's Family." Least of all, kidnapping and torturing them almost to death. Breaking it resulted in you being hunted down and killed on sight.

Gordon and Erick were now cautionary tales now for all hunters, ' You mess with hunter's families and this will happen to you.'

Gordon had been getting crazier over the years, the others had seen it and done nothing; this made them ashamed at what had happened to the Singers, they could have prevented this. By attacking Bobby's sons, Gordon had proved he was too insane to be allowed to live. Erick was killed on principle for helping him to do what he did, it made him as bad as Gordon, maybe worse in a way.

There is a saying, "For evil to flourish, all that is required is for good men to do nothing." Erick had done nothing, and, for that, had to pay. They would have killed Gordon themselves for it anyway.

An obituary was posted in the local paper: (it was in really small print and barely acknowledged by everyone who saw it)

"Erick Leckmann, Age 33, died Tuesday from self-inflict injuries. He leaves no family behind. His services will be held at Mortman's Mortuary and Funeral Home, (fittingly enough, it was the same mortuary they had burned Gordon at!) at 3pm on Thursday. No burial service or reception will be held."

His body was buried in an empty plot and given no headstone. He was forgotten from that moment afterward.

Strangely enough, no one showed for the service but did show up for the body, glaring at it in revulsion, puzzling the mortuary workers in the process.

Surprise, Surprise.

Ellen threw a party afterward celebrating the event, singing ensued, not all on-key of course.

The boys were safe now and all was well for them to continue hunting again.

The other hunters clapped Dean on the back and Bobby, too. They were careful with Sam but shook his hand. They were glad they were okay and would be working with them soon again.

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This is an alternate storyline where the boys are twins and shifters. Their birth parents were shifters and friends of the Winchesters, hunters by trade. Once the birth parents were killed, they went to live with John and Mary. Then later to live with the Singers.

There are no vessels, Lucifer, Michael, or Angels in this storyline. The apocalypse storyline will not play into this. There will be no Gabriel, God, or Castiel coming into it either, if anyone wonders.

This is all about the boys as shifters and as Bobby's adopted sons.

Please review if you liked it, let me know what you think.