Title: Supernatural: An Eternity of Night
By: RogueCajun/Badwolf-doctor/rocksaltnrifles (whatever the hell else I call myself)
Summary: When Sam disappears from college without a trace the remaining Winchesters, John, Dean & Adam set out to rescue him and stumble upon a mystery that stretches back several centuries. A dark evil is rising and they are all that stands between the world and total annihilation.
Disclaimer: Supernatural © Kripke
Batman © DC Comics & Bob Kane
Crazy Circles © Bad Company
A/n: DC has multiverses, right? Well, now so does Supernatural. We'll refer to it as EON Earth. It's a Batman based multiverse where John and the boys fill the roles of Batman and the first three Robins.

Chapter One: Crazy Circles

Life is just a game of chance
some find riches and some romance
some find happiness and some find sorrow
some find it today and some maybe tomorrow

When Sam Winchester announced that he was going away to college no one believed him. After all, he had a sacred duty to help his family hunt down and kill the thing that had slaughtered his mother twenty four years ago. The thing they didn't understand about Sam was that he had never asked for this life, he didn't remember his mother; as horrible as her death was he didn't feel "honor bound" to find her killer the way the rest of his family did. After years of trying to gain his father's approval and being unsuccessful in his venture, he decided that what he really wanted was to be normal--desperately wanted to be normal. So against his father's wishes he set out for college and hadn't looked back. He was in law school now, and had gotten engaged to a wonderful girl named Jessica; his days of hunting monsters were over, for once in his life Sam Winchester felt normal. But somewhere in the back of his mind he had a nagging sense of dread that he just couldn't place, as if he were recalling a long forgotten dream.

John Winchester would never win any "father-of-the-year" awards, but he took pride in the fact that his boys were incredibly loyal to each other; Dean especially. Dean would have done anything to keep his brothers safe, that's probably why it hurt him so much when Sam left. They were a family, and family sticks together. Isn't that what all those after-school specials said? But at least he still had Adam; his half-brother had come into their lives after his mother had been murdered by ghouls; he had been nothing more than a twelve year old beanpole with attitude, he was sixteen now and almost a better hunter than Dean and John put together. Not that Dean would ever admit that, man's got his pride after all. Dean had to hand it to the kid, he was the only one in the family who had wanted a hunter's life and he had never once complained; which was more than he could say for Sam. Sam had left a few months after Adam had come into their lives, Dean was sure the fact that Adam had asked for the life that had been forced upon the rest of them was the final straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. Dean was thankful for Adam, he had been a big brother all his life it was all he knew how to do and if he didn't have a little brother to protect and harass he was fairly certain he'd go crazy…er. Let's face it; one would HAVE to be a little crazy to hunt monsters for a living.

The boys were lounging around the gaudy blue and green checkered motel room, Dean was curled up on one of the beds sleeping, and Adam was lying in the floor, headphones on with his feet propped up on the edge of the bed. John's attention was focused upon the small television on the dresser. His eyes widened in shock as he heard the news report, in an instant he was on his feet gathering his things, his phone held up to his ear; after a moment he growled and stuffed the phone into his jacket pocket. He gave Dean's bed a kick, both boys sat up looking at him for instructions. "Grab your stuff and get in the car." They didn't ask why, they knew that whatever the reason it was a good one, and there would be time to ask questions later. Once they were all in the impala Dean turned to his father.

"What's up?" Dean knew it had to be important; John Winchester would never leave in the middle of a case, even if it was just a routine haunting. There was something in his father's eyes that worried Dean, even before he spoke the words that would turn Dean's world upside down.

"There was a fire at Stanford, and I can't get ahold of your brother." John replied. Dean prayed his father was overreacting and the reason he couldn't get ahold of Sam was because he was still angry with John, or out partying or doing whatever else college students do in their spare time. Dean thought about giving Sam a call himself, but would Sam answer? Dean rather doubted it. They were only a few hours from Palo Alto, so they would soon know either way.

The apartment was still smoldering when they arrived three hours later. There had been several deaths; John had sent Dean to the hospital to check for Sam, while he and Adam stayed behind at the apartment to look for clues. "You think he's ok?" Adam asked as they sifted through the ashes of what used to be Sam's apartment. John grunted in reply, Adam scowled, the least the old man could do was put his mind at ease—even if he was lying. "I'm sure Sam's fine." Adam said in a deep voice that was meant to sound like John's. "He's a tough kid, don't worry about him, worry about whatever did this and what's gonna happen to it when we find it." He switched back to his normal voice here, "If you say so Dad." John smirked before turning his attention to a charred picture frame; inside was a picture of Sam and a girl. John would have been lying if he said that the girl didn't remind him of Mary, she had the same kind eyes and sweet smile. "Find something?" Adam asked peeking over John's shoulder. "Oh," he said noticing the rather large rock on the girl's hand. "Hope she wasn't here when this happened."

Life is like a carousel
you aim for heaven
and you wind up in hell
to all the world you're livin' like a king
but you're just a puppet on a broken string

Dean Winchester hated, nay loathed hospitals. It probably had something to do with all the time he spent in them. He had scoured the entire hospital for any sign of Sam. But there was no trace of him. So Dean headed to the morgue. It was the last place he wanted his brother to be, that's why he had put it off until he had made absolutely sure that Sam wasn't at the hospital. It was a damn morbid thought and he didn't even want to be thinking it, but he was following a pattern of obsessive behavior instilled in him at an early age by his father. Dean flashed the woman at the desk his most charming smile, she smiled back.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I sure hope so." He replied. "I'm Agent Rodgers," he held up his fake FBI badge. "I was wondering if you had any John Does in the morgue."

"You'd have to ask the coroner, I just answer the phones." She replied. "One of them should be in the back." She added, standing up and ushering him through the door. The room looked like all the other morgues Dean had ever been in, white, bland and sterile. There was one other person there, a young man standing next to an autopsy table, his back turned to Dean. "Where's Doc Taylor at?" the woman asked.

"Lunch break, why?" the man asked without turning around.

"Cause there's a Fed here who needs to talk to him." The man turned around, Dean was shocked to see a familiar face.

"I'm sure I can answer any of his questions." The woman turned to leave, but not before slipping a piece of paper into Dean's hand. Once she was gone he looked at it, in curly scrawl it read: Lacie 555-8654. Dean smirked, he hadn't lost his touch.

"Dean Winchester, why am I not surprised?"The other man said. His name was Connor Hancock; he was average height with light blond hair and dark skin, he was the son of John's friend Caleb. Connor, like Sam, had 'given up' the life.

"It's Agent Rodgers at the moment Connor." Dean replied. "What are you doing here?"

"Working. Obtaining money like a normal person." Connor replied. "What are you doing here?"

"It's about the fire at Stanford." Dean told him. "Any Does come into the morgue?"

"No." A wave of relief washed over Dean followed quickly by a overwhelming feeling of apprehension—if Sam was not in the hospital and not in the morgue then where was he? "Did have one strange one though." Connor said leaning over the autopsy table to pick up a folder sitting on a tray. "Jessica Moore, 23 cause of death evisceration. She was dead before the fire. Whatever weapon was used was sharp." Connor stressed the last word. "Like insanely sharp, it nearly cut her in half. I don't know how that helps with whatever you're working on but it might be something worth looking into."

"Thanks Connor." Dean said. It wasn't as if best friends or anything but he was a nice enough guy and Dean liked him; mostly because he drove this beautiful Kelly green Nova—she was one sweet ride.

Sam Winchester woke up to the sound of bloodcurdling screams. He had no inkling of where he was, the last thing he remembered was the fire---Oh my God Jess, she had been there too! He hoped she had gotten out. He would never be able to forgive himself if anything happened to her. He thought he was out of the hunter life, but it seemed as if someone or some thing was pulling him back in, kicking and screaming if necessary.

A/n: God, that's a horrible place to leave it. Points to anyone who guesses which DC character Connor is based on. =)