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Summary: John, while on a solo hunt, was sent back in time. There, he met a woman, fell in love, had a child, and was then sent back to his own time, and back to his other children. Amazingly enough, he meets his other child...

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Title: Older Little Brother
Age: 18 at least
Warnings: AU. Angst, Body modification, hurt/comfort, language, pregnancy, spanking, torture, violence.
Disclaimer: I own the story. I don't own the canon characters. But I do wish it! ;)
Author's Note: Takes place season 5 of Buffy, around the episode Intervention. The story jumps between three times, 2001, 1988, 1857-1866. It's by the Buffy timeline, so Supernatural won't match the way it is in the canon.
Author's Note 2: In the flash backs, Dean is thirteen, Sam is nine.
Feedback: Read and enjoy please.
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Somewhere in America 1988

"I'll be back in a few days."

"We know." Dean spoke up, as Sam ignored him in favour of staring at the TV screen.

"Alright."

John nodded and stepped out of the door. Dean watched him as his father went to close the door, but instead vanished into thin air.

"Dad? Dad!"

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England 1857

"Uh...Sir?" The young woman gently shook him by the shoulder. "I say, are you alright, Sir?"

"Huh?" John sat up, rubbing his head softly. "What happened?"

"You fell, Sir." The young woman helped him stand.

He rubbed his eyes, only to do it again when he sees what she's wearing. "What're you wearing?"

"Beg pardon?" She asked, confused. "Your speech and dress, Sir, is most odd. Are you perhaps from across the ocean? They say you are an uncouth lot."

"Sorry. Where am I?"

"England." She giggled. "Come with me, I think you may have hit your head. There's a doctor just around the corner."

"Uh, thanks." He took the arm she offered. "By the way, I'm John Winchester."

"Anne Pratt."

"A pleasure to meet you." He bowed over her hand and pressed a kiss to it, remembering what he learned in school way back when. "Sorry if I frightened you."

She smiled and ducked her head. "You did not frighten me, Sir. You rather worried me. You never know who wanders out at this time of night."

"Quite right you are."

He ignored the looks others sent him, knowing it was because of his clothing rather than his weapons, which were all cleverly concealed beneath his clothing.

When they reach the doctor's, Anne insists upon waiting for him.

Ten minutes later, he left, a piece of paper in his hand, which he handed to her.

"What is the problem?" She asked, looking it over.

"I...have no idea what this means. I have money from...across the ocean, which is different."

She waved it in the air, shaking her head. "Oh, do not worry so. I'm sure my father will be kind enough to pay for it."

"Uh-"

"Oh, do you have a place to stay?"

"No."

"Then I insist you stay with us!"

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Over the next few weeks, when he wasn't searching for a way back home, John found himself spending more and more time with Anne.

She reminded him a little of his late wife, Mary. He realised that, oddly enough, that thought no longer shot pain through him as strongly as it once had.

She told him of her life, of her family, and he repaid in kind. After a while, they began to delve deeper, talking about very personal experiences.

She told him how her mother had died when she was a babe. She was there one night...gone the next.

In return, John told her about how his wife had been murdered, leaving him with two young children to care for and a killer to find.

When she inquired about his children, or why the police didn't catch the killer, he came up with all kinds of excuses.

It would be months after that he would tell her the truth, about what he did.

She wasn't shocked. She, too, had seen the life of the darkness. However, her time often led her outside during the night, to attend functions and operas and the like.

Seven months after their meeting, they were engaged. Two months after that, they were married.

Then John told her about his own time, about how he must search for a way back. How he'd be delighted if she could come, knowing she wouldn't.

She wouldn't because where they were was her time. She belonged there like he belonged in the future, with his boys.

Four months after their wedding day, her father died and John took over the family business, as Anne's father had never birthed any men, just women, and Anne was the eldest.

Around the same time, Anne discovered she was pregnant.

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"Do you want to keep the child?" John asked, gently taking his wife's hand in his. "You know, with my life and all, I could be gone at any time."

She smiled. "How could I not want this child? It's of me and of you. Besides, should you disappear, I have three sisters, all of which have husbands and children of their own. They are well enough to help me, should I need it. Also, Ryan will be able to take over the business if you are absent."

He nodded. "Alright." He pressed a kiss to her lips, then quickly lifted her dress and pressed a kiss to her stomach. "Hey there, little baby."

She giggled, slapping his hands away, well used to his playful nature. "John!"

"What? We're alone."

She smiled and started getting ready for bed. As she took off her earrings, she smiled at him through his reflection. "Besides, it's not as if I haven't seen you risk yourself for days at a time, seeing if there's anything to hunt."

He looked up, surprised. "You-"

"I notice things." She smiled. She finished taking of her jewelery and started on her hair. "It's alright. Just make sure you're careful. We have already covered the house."

He walked up behind her and kissed her neck. "You are wonderful." He mock-growled.

"I know." She shook her hair loose and turned. Placing a kiss to his lips, she let her dress drop to the floor.

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"I'm worried."

"About what, love?" Anne asked, only half concentrating on her knitting.

"I don't want to leave you and the baby." He stared out of the window. "I miss my boys, obviously, but I want you to come."

"Are you worried that you'll leave the baby not knowing his father the way Sam does not know his mother?"

He turned to her, surprised, then smiled. "Can't get anything past you, can I?"

"Hm, it is difficult." She teased.

He turned serious again. "Sammy's gonna ask a lot of questions sooner or later, about her, about...everything. I don't want another one of my children growing up like that."

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Somewhere in America 1988

"Uncle Bobby?" Sam spoke into the phone. "Dad's gone." He paused, listening to the man on the other end. "No. He was going but then...no, Dean's in the shower at the minutes. Dad was just leaving, already out the door. Dean says he just...disappeared. Poof; gone." He sighed as he listened to his 'uncle.' "I'm not crazy! It really...Dean saw it!"

"Saw what?" Dean asked, walking out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry.

"Dad disappearing."

"What?" He asked, grabbing for the phone. "Give me that!" He pressed it to his ear. "Hello?" He paused. "Hey. Listen, yeah, I saw it, but...well, no, but...I was about to close the door. He was walking to the car when he just wasn't there anymore. The car's still outside...yeah. Ok...alright, yeah. See ya!" He hung up the phone and turned to Sam. "He's coming."

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England 1858

"John!" Anne called, one hand pressed to her abdomen.

"Anne?"

"It's time."

It was July, almost nine months since he'd gotten her pregnant.

"Already?" He got her to lie on the bed and rushed from the room to get her...whatever they called them; he never could remember. Midwife! That was it. He had to get the midwife.

An hour later he was walking hesitantly into the room. The midwife looked at him sternly, but he shook his head.

He wasn't leaving.

She stood up, annoyed. "Alright." She said. "But keep quiet. Mother and child need to rest."

"May I have a few minutes with them?"

Reluctantly, she nodded.

The other woman handed the child to him. "Congratulations, Mister Winchester. It's a boy."

When they left the room, he turned to his wife, his newborn nestled safely in his arms.

"I was sort of hoping for a girl this time. I already got two boys."

"But?"

"God, it's just like holding the boys when they were born. I don't wanna put him down."

"So don't." She simply replied, smiling weakly.

He smiled at her before looking back down at the baby. "How about we name him after your father?"

He walked over to her and crouched by the bed, putting the baby into her arms.

"I have the perfect name for my little angel." She announced. She looked up from the newborn and smiled at her husband's worried face. She raised a hand and pressed it lovingly to his cheek. "His name shall be...William John Winchester."

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Sunnydale 2001

"Really? Precious?" Glory asked. She pushed her minion out of the way and goes to the vampire they'd caught. "Let's take a look at you, precious."

"Sod off!"

"Oh!" She laughed and punched him, sending him flying backwards.

He crashed into the wall and slid down, lip bloody.

Glory followed him and stood over him, looking down at him.

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England 1858

Anne lifted her baby from his crib. She missed his father, but John was on another hunt. She understood, she just worried.

"Hey, there, Will." She cooed. She'd gotten used to using the words John did when they were alone in the house. "Are you hungry? Huh? Yes, I think you are."

The one-month old baby cooed, kicking his little legs as his eyes blinked sleepily. He stuck his fist in his mouth and sucked.

She chuckled and sat on one of the armchairs, baby in hand. She declined against a nurse for her child, as her and John were bringing him up themselves. After all, he'd practically brought his boys up by himself, and he had told her about the parents in the future, about how most of them actually brought up their own kids.

As she fed him, she stared off into the lit fire, think about her life, about her past and her future.

She smiled down at her baby, eyes as blue as his namesake's. Her father had had beautiful blue eyes where she had brown, as did her husband. William, however, definitely took after his grandfather.

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Sunnydale 2001

Spike screamed as her finger entered his stomach, digging in, searching for something.

After a few minutes, she took her hand out and sat back, still straddling his waist.

"Hmm, well, that was useless." She smiled. "But so much fun!"

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England 1858

"Hey, love." John greeted, kissing her cheek. "Sorry it took me so long."

"Are you alright?"

He smiled. "Not even a scratch." He reached down and stroked his son's chubby cheek. "Hi, there, little guy."

Anne waved William's hand for him and the baby cooed.

"Did you get them?"

"Yeah. It was an angry spirit trapped in the house, terrifying the small family there."

"Hm, my hero." She raised up to kiss his cheek. She then handed William to him. "Hold him for me a minute."

"Alright." He bounced the child. "Hey, Will. How you doin'? We're you a good boy for your mom? Yeah, you were."

William cooed and reached for his fingers, pulling them to his toothless mouth.

John chuckled and sat down with him.

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"It's almost Christmas soon." Anne said.

"I know." John didn't look up from the study of his son. His first wife had died in November, which had already come and gone. It had left him depressed and homesick. He missed his other children, his two boys.

She walked up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of hies head. "You miss them something awful."

"I do." He agreed.

"I'm sorry, love. I wish there was a way we could all be together."

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Anne played the piano as John sat on the floor, William on his lap. He was helping the boy unwrap his gifts.

"What time are they coming over?" John asked. William mumbled incoherently as his tiny fingers grasped at the toy.

"Not until noon."

Anne and one of her sisters had spend the morning cooking the meal, having sent the help off for the holiday. It was unusual...but they had fun.

At the moment, her sister, Beth, and her husband and two children were upstairs, getting the children cleaned. John had given them sweets, which they'd eaten before they could be told not to, which resulted in mess.

"Alright." He shifted William and stood, his boy whining from being taken away from his toy. John hushed him, bouncing him gently on his arm. "Shh." He kissed the top of his head. "You can play later."

William soon quieted. He wrapped his tiny arms around John's neck and buried his face against his shoulder. He made a tiny baby sound and his lips closed around John's shirt collar, sucking on it.

Anne looked over from her playing and smiled. John joined her, sitting their son on his lap. The baby slapped his palm down on the keys even as Anne tried to stop him.

"I think baby William's too small to the piano, Aunty Anne." Anne's sister's daughter, Edaline, informed. She walked into the room and stopped beside the piano, her long black hair tied back in a plat. She reached forward and patted William's cheek. "And Papa says that men have no need to learn such things."

William dribbled and Edaline grinned at him, her two front teeth missing.

"Edaline!" Beth called from the top of the stairs. "Come back here, young lady!"

The little girl flashed them another smile and skipped from the room.

William babbled as he slapped at the keys, content. John tugged him away and made him face his mother, who pulled a face at him before beginning to play once more.

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Somewhere in America 1988

"Alright, boys. You all packed?" Bobby asked, glance darting to Dean, to Sam, and back again.

"Yeah." Sam handed Bobby the last of the bags but darted back into the motel room to use the bathroom.

"What do you think happened?" Dean asked, looking up at the man.

Bobby shrugged. "I'm still looking."

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England 1859

John held William under the arms as the child half-walked across the floor. William giggled, arms reaching out to the sides. His legs wobbled, still not used to walking.

"That's it, Will." Anne encouraged, holding her arms out. "Come to Mummy."

William giggled, staring up at her. He then tilted his head to look back at John. "Papa!" He squealed, laughing. "Let go, Papa." He pleaded. His legs supported more of his weight as John let go, and William teetered on over to Anne. "Hi, Mama."

When her son reached her, she smiled and scooped him up, making him laugh. "There's my good boy." She cooed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Mama!"

John walked over and took William from Anne, tucking the boy under one arm and he leaned towards her for a kiss.

"Thank you." He said.

She smiled. She didn't need to ask what he was thanking her for. "I've been thinking." She announced. "You're still worried about disappearing, I can tell. You're worried William will grow up without a father. But you never know if you'll ever come back here or not. So, I propose that, should you disappear and reappear sometime later, you'll be able to find us. Should I be gone, you'll be able to recognise William."

William finally spoke up at the sound of his voice, having had enough of being quiet.

"Down!" He urged, kicking his legs slightly.

John swung him up and around before setting him, giggling, on the floor. William wandered over to the papers which had been placed on the floor for him, along with some drawing utensils.

"Really?" John asked, intrigued.

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England 1862

Four year old William stumbled into his bedroom, his parents behind him.

Anne picked him up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight, Will. Sweet dreams." She pressed a kiss to John's lips and left the room.

"Alright, kid, time to get changed." John said, setting his son on the bed. He took off his son's shoes and then tugged his socks off.

"I can do it, Papa."

"I know." He smiled down at him. He tugged his jacket off, soon followed by his shirt. Folding them, he set them aside. He unbuttoned William's trousers and tugged them off, setting them aside with the rest of his clothing. Reaching down towards the end of the bed, he grasped the shirt there and tugged it onto William. It was the shirt John had been wearing when he appeared in England all those years ago. William loved to wear it. "But soon you'll be too big for me to do this too."

William giggled again and raised his arms, sitting still as the shirt was tugged over his head. He then laid back, legs hanging over the side, waiting for his father to tug his under drawers down.

"Papa?"

"Yes, son?" John asked, gently tugging the small short off. He set them aside. As he turned back, he caught his son fingering the raised skin of his inner thigh. He caught the hand and used it to tug William up and into his arms. Holding him in one arm, he began turning down the covers.

"When will you and Mama tell me what the mark is for?"

"When you're older."

"You always say that." He pouted.

John got him on the bed and pulled the covers over him. Sitting on the edge of the large bed, he made sure his son was warm before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright. Night, Daddy."

"Night, Will." John stood up and left the room. He entered his own bedroom to see his wife already under the covers, a book in hand. "All done." He said.

"Really?"

"He's just got to close his eyes and sleep. He was asking about his mark again."

She smiled gently. "We'll tell him one day."

He nodded and began to change.

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Somewhere in America 1988

"Alright. You boys buckled in?"

"Yeah." Dean replied, glancing at his silent brother. Sam continued to stare out the window, as if their father was just going to suddenly reappear.

"Here we go." Bobby finally said, and started the engine.

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England 1864

"Mama?"

"Yes, Will?"

"Why does Papa sound odd?"

"He's from across the ocean." She replied.

"Why didn't you wed an Englishman?"

"Because I fell in love with your father."

"Oh. Is the fact that he's from across the ocean that I haven't been brought up like most boys?" He asked, walking over to join her at the piano. "Smith said I talk weird. His father said it was because Papa comes from another place, where they're worse than the Irish. Is it true?"

"No, of course not. Where your father comes from, they're just very...advanced. England is behind them still. That's why we brought you up a little different."

"I wouldn't want Smith's father as my Papa." He acknowledged. "I think I have the best Papa there ever was!"

Anne laughed.

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England 1866

"You'll be ten soon." John said, easily lifting his son up.

"Will you take me with you, then?" William asked, smiling at the other man.

"What?"

He looked down. "I heard you and Mama talking about it the other night." He confessed. "About you hunting." He looked up. "I sort of figured it out last year. With all the guns...and you never come back with any animals. What it is, see, is I cannot figure out what you are hunting." He looked sheepish. "Are you going to punish me?"

"Of course." John nodded. "But you are definitely more smarter than I would have ever thought."

William smiled slightly. "I'm sorry."

"I know. But you're still going to be punished."

"I know." He pouted. "But will you take me with you?"

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William stood in the corner as his parents talked quietly. It was his punishment for eavesdropping.

"I'm not sure." Anne murmured.

"I am." John replied. "No."

She smiled at him. "You told me you were letting your other-"

"Yes, but it's much more calmer here."

She glanced at the clock. "Alright, William. Time's up."

William turned from the wall and approached them. Looking up at his father with wide eyes, he opened his mouth.

"No." John said, before his son could say anything. "You can't go on a hunt with me."

William's shoulders slumped. "Why not?"

"No, William."

He pouted and turned to his mother.

She smiled and shook her head, placing her hand on his cheek. "How about your father just tells you tales of his adventures?"

William perked up and spun to face John. "Will you, Papa?"

John picked him up in a bear hug. "Sure. We'll start tomorrow."

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"Mama!" William shouted.

Anne rushed into the room, skirts gathered in one hand. "What?" She asked, voice worried.

William turned to her, tears coursing down his cheeks. She walked briskly over to him and drew him to her breast, stroking his hair.

"Papa and I were talking. He said he had to leave because he forgot the bread. Then he just...disappeared." William turned in her embrace. "Where did he go, Ma?"

Tears gathered in her eyes that she struggled not to let fall.

"He went home."

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Somewhere in America 1988

"Bobby, wait!" Dean called, already unbuckling his seatbelt. "Look! Look out there!"

Sam did. "Dad!"

They brother hurried out of the truck, Bobby only slightly behind them.

John seemed confused, looking around him.

John looked down at himself; it was as if the last nine years hadn't happened. He was still dressed in his clothes from England but all his weapons were there as they had been when he'd last been in his own time.

He saw his sons rushing towards him and he smiled. Crouching down, he accepted it when they both crashed into him, hugging him fiercely.

"Hey, boys."

"You've been gone a month!" Sam accused.

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England 1866

The night John Winchester literally disappeared from their lives, mother and son shared a bed, Anne curled up around William's small frame, who was once more wearing his father's old shirt.

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Sunnydale 2001

"Good plan, Spike!" He muttered to himself.

"Bring him back!"

"Here!"

He dropped to his knees and pried open the elevator doors. It took a lot of effort, as weak as he was, but he finally got them open.

He dropped himself down the shaft as the elevator itself was almost half way down to the bottom. He laid there a minute, contemplating letting himself sleep at the very second, before he turned slightly and pushed at the lid.

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Somewhere in America 1988

"I had a whole other life." John admitted. "I got remarried and had another son. She had three sisters, each married and with their own children. I kept hunting, kept searching, but I couldn't find anything to get me back. I kept thinking; will I ever get back? What do my boys think? Will I return to the same moment in time?" He looked away. "As time went on, I grew less hopeful."

Bobby took it all in. "Another son?"

He nodded. "Lovely little thing, polite as could be."

"She married you knowing that you could disappear one day?"

John nodded. "She was a hell of a woman."

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Sunnydale 2001

The 'scooby' gang burst in, but they weren't the only ones. Glory's demon minions weren't the only ones to burst in, either.

Three men rushed in, all armed with guns and knives.

The vampire watched the good guys fight the bad guys as his vision swam in and out of focus.

Squinting at the older man that had rushed in with the two younger, his eyes widened.

"Papa?"

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John quietly crept into the crypt. After him and his boys had been with the others for a few hours, being questioned and asking questions.

Eventually he'd left Sam and Dean with the other people, trusting them to keep an eye on them as he wandered off.

He'd heard the vampire mutter something before he'd lost consciousness in that elevator. Something he hadn't thought he'd ever hear again.

The vampire in question was curled up on the stone sarcophagus, a ratty old blanket over his thin frame.

The others hadn't bothered with bandaging him up or anything, had just dumped him at his home and left.

The others had explained about the thing in his head, the chip, which rendered him unable to harm humans.

John gently rolled him onto his stomach to get a look at him. The injured one groaned, awakening.

An arm reached out towards John's face even as the eyes struggled to open.

"Papa?" He asked, voice soft. "Are you back?"

"What was your human name?" John asked, his own voice soft.

When he didn't get a reply, he surmised that the other had passed out again. John moved, gathering the supplies he'd need.

He was easing the vampire's jeans off, making sure to keep his groin hidden from his view as he eased them down.

Suddenly a cold hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"William?" John asked, both confused and horrified.

"My name's Spike!"

"How did...?"

The vampire seemed confused about all the bandages covering him. He frowned and looked at John closely.

"Why?" He asked.

"Why what?"

"Why'd you help me?"

"I...don't know." John honestly replied. He continued tugging his jeans down after a moment, then froze. His hand reached out and touched the mark. "It really is you."

Spike's head moved closer to the hunter as one hand rose to touch his face.

"She'd said you weren't from then." He murmured. "I didn't believe it."

"What happened?" He asked, desperate. "I couldn't find anything."

Spike looked away, suddenly letting go of John. "I don't...I didn't..."

John decided to come back to the question later. Instead, he fingered the tattoo his second wife had decided to give William way back when, so that if John ever disappeared and then reappeared, he'd always be able to find them.

"She ever tell you what this was?"

"William John Winchester." He replied, voice soft. "After you'd gone, she went back to her maiden name. She never was the same, after...did you try to get back?"

John nodded. "I tried to find out what happened to you both, but I couldn't find anything. I don't even know what it was that took me back in the first place."

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"He killed his mother." Xander informed, voice clipped.

"She was ill!" Dawn spoke up, arms crossed over her chest. "He was trying to save her."

"H-He's always been an anomaly for his kind." Giles informed. "But the point remains that he's still a vampire."

"With a chip in his head that stops him from harming humans. And from what I can tell, he's more human than he should be. Falling in love, allowing himself to be tortured for his love's sister...doesn't sound like most monsters I've come up against."

"I think you're allowing yourself to remember the boy you left behind rather than what he is now."

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"She was sick." Spike informed. "I turned her to keep her with me, so that we'd always be together. Only...she didn't turn out...like I did." He looked away. "She...things were said and we ended up fighting. She came at me to kill me, only...she ended up dust."

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"Boys, I'd like you to meet your brother." John said, shoving Spike into the motel room. "Your older...little brother." Spike's eyebrow rose. "You were born - to me, at least - after they were."

He shrugged. "Right." He turned to look at the two young men, both of which were heavily armed and watching him suspiciously.

"Right." Dean drawled. "So, we kill things...yet he gets to live?"

"He can't hurt us, right?" Sam asked.

"No." John said, eying them. "And you two won't harm something that can't fight back."

"Right." Sam nodded.

"One big, happy family reunion then?" Dean asked.

"I thought you boys might like to get to know each other." John replied.

"Is he coming with us?"

"No." Spike replied, before John could speak up. "I've got something to do."

"What's that? Murder a village?"

"Save a girl from a hell god."

"Oh."



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