Warnings: Um... Violence, gore, more violence, Dean (yeah he's a warning all by himself), mild yaoi: (really mild yaoi: no lemons that I can think of ever... I'll tell you if that changes)

Disclaimer: Don't own D. Gray-Man or Supernatural: but if I could by Crowley and the Earl I would... especially Adam... *heart*

So, Hiya. If you don't already know my work. I'm really odd... And accasionally sadistic

So, yeah... hope you like.

Love, Keta

Amycus

Prologue: Once Upon a Time

I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!

-Still Alive (Portal)

"Mana…" The old clown stops and turns around to look at the little boy struggling to catch up with him. "Mana!" The boy, Allen grabs his legs tightly, terrified of being alone again; the darkness holds too many dangerous creatures: vampires, werewolves, ghouls… demons. Allen hates demons, especially the one that took his mother away when he was a baby.

"It's okay," his adoptive father… second adoptive father whispers and picks him up as he continues walking. "Nothing will get you and take you away from me now. Nothing."

For a time, the boy really believed that… And then Mana died.

In another time, two boys, one a teen and the other just a little bit younger than Allen, sit alone in a motel, waiting for their father to come home. Ever since they'd lost their brother, Amycus Red Winchester, Dean: the elder, and Sam: the younger have been kept under close watch for fear that they'd go missing as well. Perhaps it was the demon that took young Amycus away… Maybe it was something else.

Chapter 1: The Exorcist's Secret

Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave
If I show you then I know you won't tell what I said
'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Yes, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Yes, two can keep a secret if one of us is dead

-Secret (Pierces)

Silver eyes glow in the dim light as the teen they belong to hides in the shadows, the fingers of his left hand wrapped around a small silver dagger as comfort while everyone else looks for him. He knows that they're worried about the way he's acting but he can't be bothered to care at the moment; he saw something in the woods. Perhaps it was a ghost… Maybe a werewolf… He's leaning more towards those two things because there was fur which is why he has salt in his back pocket and the silver dagger. "Werewolf…" he growls, watching it come out of an alley.

A sigh falls from his lips as he emerges from his hiding spot, making it salivate at the prospect of a fresh meal. It leaps, and he slides underneath it, slicing it's underbelly with the knife with practiced ease. It howls in pain and starts to attack again, only to have him stab it in the eye. 'What I wouldn't give for a gun…' He smirks. 'And some silver bullets to empty into its head.' When he stabs it in the heart, it goes down, morphing back into a human woman and starts coughing up blood. "May you find salvation…" he whispers and leaves her behind.

"Allen!" He hides the evidence of what he's done by washing his arms and face in a nearby stream, and in it, he can see the boy he used to be: a hunter's son. Did he really change that much in the eight years he's been away from his family? He looks into his own fight hardened eyes and knows that he hasn't changed much; he's still a fighter, and the death of the werewolf accents that. "Allen!"

With a sigh, he returns to the main drag of the town and yells, "Lenalee! Lavi! Kanda! Krory!" Then Allen sits on a retaining wall and waits for them to come.

"Allen-kun!" Lenalee's the first to arrive with the others right behind her. "Where were you?"

"Thought I saw something…" He internally smiles. 'It won't hurt anyone anymore.' Slowly, the albino stands up and starts walking, feeling light as he clutches to the necklace that's currently wrapped around his right wrist; the chain broke on it earlier in the morning. "It turned out to just be a wolf." A scream sounds in the air, and he sighs, diligently following the others back towards the werewolf's corpse.

"I wonder who or what killed her…" Lavi mutters, leaning up against the wall in his and Kanda's room where everyone but Allen is; the whitette wanted to go for a walk, promising that he'll stay safe.

"The Moyashi probably did…" Kanda smiles slightly as he says it, showing that he's joking.

Still, Lenalee finds that appalling and hits him on the head with a pillow. "Don't say things like that! Allen could never hurt anyone!"

Allen returns to this conversation but doesn't go inside, guilt building up inside of him at what he has kept from them. He knows though that he can't tell them lest they decide that he's a horrible person. He turns and walks away again, unwrapping the necklace and cradling it. "I miss you… Sammy, Dean…" He slips outside and sinks to the ground, finally spilling tears at his loss. "I miss you…"

In another time, Samuel and Dean Winchester stare at the moon, worry plain on their faces for their, dare they say it, friend. "When do you think Castiel's coming back?" Dean asks, sitting down his second beer.

"Donno… I wonder what was so important that he ran off so quickly." They move back inside the house, the chill getting to their bones and making Dean even more anxious to do something, but for some reason there's only one thing on his mind; something he hasn't thought about (unless Sam says anything that reminds him). He thinks of Amycus.

"Me too…" The older of the men riffles around in his coat for a ring that he hadn't worn in years because it doesn't fit anymore and sets in on the coffee table.

When Sam sees this, his frown grows, and he grabs his brother's arm. "I didn't even know you still had that."

"As if I could get rid of it. I can't erase him like dad tried." He worries his lip slightly and snatches up the ring once more, unwilling to stare at it and be reminded of who they lost. "Why did dad teach him how to hunt? He was younger than me! He's about the same age as you!"

"Dean."

"I know. I know. Talking about him only gets us angry… But… I miss him."

"Amycus is dead, and we have to accept that."

"Actually, you don't."

The hunters jump slightly and turn to look at the new arrival: Castiel. "What the _?!" Dean yells, and then what the angel said catches up to him. "What are you talking about?!" The fierce determination on his face is about the same as it is when his brother was fighting the werewolf, and it makes the angel almost sigh.

"Amycus Red Winchester is still alive. In this time, he is dead… But in the nineteenth century, he still lives."