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Supernatural Boys

Chapter 1- Beginnings

20 years ago- Lawrence, Kansas

"We can't do this! I won't do this! I won't! He's only a baby, he needs us." Mary cried.

"Mary, it's the only way to keep him safe. We have no choice, the demons, only knows about Dean, and Sam. He'll only be safe if we keep him hidden." John tried to convince her.

"John, how do you know he doesn't know about our baby? He's visited me in my dreams, night after night, since I got pregnant. He's been doing something to the baby, since I first realized that I was pregnant." Mary tried to reason with him.

"That's the point, we'll make everyone believe you've had a miscarriage. We'll keep him safe, and away from this life." John pleaded.

"Your just afraid, afraid that he'll be evil. But if we raised him, we could find a way to keep him from whatever evil might be in him. What if we're wrong, what if nothing is wrong with our son?" Mary begged.

"I can't bare to have our son killed, I would love to raise him in secret. Wishing, our love could be powerful enough, to stop him from turning to the dark ways, but when he comes of age, what if his bloodlust becomes insatiable? What then, won't it be harder for us to stop him? We can not wish evil away, we cannot love evil away, we're giving our son the only chance." Tears ran down John's cheeks as he spoke.

"OH God! My little baby boy, I'm so, so sorry. Damn this life, damn the demons, damn it all to hell. Why, oh why does this have to be the life I've given to my children. Dean and Sam will never know about their brother, it's not right John, it's not right. I'm dying, this is killing me!" Mary cried. Her heart breaking in two, she lovingly kissed her baby, again and again. Just then {Authors note: Ruby is Ruben in my story.} Ruben came into the room.

"John, I'm sorry, there is no time. Demons are coming now, they'll be here any minute. If I'm going to take the baby, I have to take him now." Ruben said urgently.

"I'm sorry Mary, it's the only way." John said, taking the baby out of her hands.

"No, oh God, no! I can't do this, I need my baby!" Mary shouted.

"Mary, listen to me. I swear to you, I will keep him safe, I will guard him with my life. I promise you." Ruben promised.

"No! No! No! Give me back my baby!" Mary shouted.

"Go Ruben, take him, hide him, protect him!" John begged, as he handed the baby over to Ruben. With one last look, Ruben took the baby and left.

"What have you done, John? What have you done?" Mary asked between sobs.

"The only thing I could do, to protect our son, to protect all our sons. Mary, they're coming, we need to be ready." John said.

20 years later-

A Farm in Akron, Ohio-

The Thunderbolt Farm-

Today was a day, like any other. I woke up at 5am, pulled on my favorite tight, work jeans, free balling of course. I just love the feeling of my cock and balls, moving around in my jeans, without being confined by my boxer briefs. I also love the way my ass looked in them, the way my thick muscled thighs moved, back and forth as I walked. The way my cock showed through my tight jeans, pointed downward.

I put on my white tee shirt, which only lasted the first couple hours. After the sun beats down on you for a couple of hours straight, while your bailing hay, the tend to want to take all your clothes off, but I just take of my shirt.

As I'm sure my parents wouldn't like to see me walking around the farm naked. Not that I didn't use to run around the farm naked when I was little, but back then my Ma, and Pa, that it was the cutest thing. Now that I'm 20 years old, I don't think they'd feel to keen on the idea.

The thunderbolt Farm, has been in our family since the early 1800's. It's stayed in our family ever since, being handed down father to son, each generation. Farming is all I've ever known, and all I want to know. It's in my blood, and I couldn't be happier.

My parents mean everything to me, they're all I have, and all I've ever needed. We're closer than you could possibly imagine, doing everything together. My Pa, is my best friend, working 12 hours a day together, does that to a boy. My Ma, couldn't be happier, having her `two favorite boy's' around.

That's why deciding that I didn't want to go away for collage, didn't really bother them. I didn't see the point, when all I wanted to do with the rest of my life, was work our family farm. I have some other reasons for wanting to stay around, darker reasons. Reasons, I didn't tell them about.

Since I was little, I've had these dreams, dark dreams, where I watched as my parents were killed right in front of my eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it. The details of the dream, the smell, the color, it's always so real. So real, that I would wake up in a cold sweat, screaming my head off.

The dream wouldn't have bothered me so much, if I wasn't always standing there watching it happen, helpless. Which never made sense to me. See, since I was little, I've always been stronger than a normal kid. When I say stronger, I mean, stronger. Not just eating your Wheaties strong, I mean able to lift to barrels of hay, and throw them like a football, strong. My parents always said, it was natural, but I could see the worry in their eyes.

But my point is, that's why the dreams terrified me. All my strength, and I couldn't do anything but watch them get butchered. Since the dreams have never stopped, I decided I was not going to leave them, no matter what.

But enough about bad dreams, enough about things I prayed would never happen.

On to my non existing love life, my only other worry in life. That I would die a virgin. Yes a virgin, you heard me right. Living on a farm, in a small town, had it's downfalls. See, I'm gay, and being gay in a town where no guys were stepping up to ask me out. I didn't understand why. I really don't think I'm ugly, I'm 6'1, 190 pounds of pure muscle, (working on a farm will do that) green eyes, long black hair, nice full lips, (that I'd want to kiss, if I'd seen them on someone) all that and yet, no one ever approaches me.

Albeit, the only gay guy in our town, also happens to be the biggest nerd at my old high school, and well, I was captain of the football team. So that was never going to happen, but still, the point is, I'm really lonely in that way. I would love to know the touch of another man, the feeling of his hot breath on my face. The sweet smell of his body, as he hugs me in a warm embrace.

Okay let me stop before I get carried away. I just wish I could meet someone to share my life with, someone that means to me, what my mother means to my father.

Is that so wrong?

Something has always been missing in my life, something I could never quite put my finger on, but the feeling has never gone away.

"Brody! Get your butt over here, and help you old Pa out!" my dad shouted.

"Aww, Pa, I'll move the hay into the barn, just leave it for me." I shouted. But as quickly as I was trying to get to him, I wasn't close enough. Hay stacks began to fall right above my father.

"Pa! Look out!" I shouted. But there was no time, there was no way for him to move. I raised my hands instinctively, and the next thing I knew, the hay stacks were landing on either side of my father. It was as if, a force field had been created around him, blocking him from being hit.

Somehow I knew I was doing this, I could feel the strength it was taking me to do this, although not knowing how I was able to do so. My nose began bleeding, beads of sweat running down my forehead.

"Dear God!" my mother shouted, running to my father, after hearing me shout. I finally made it to his side, he stood there staring in disbelief at me. As I reached him, I collapsed.

I woke up a little while later, wondering if I was having a bad dream.

"Here, drink some water." my mother said handing me a cup of water.

"Pa, are you alright?" I asked, panicked.

"I'm fine son, I'm fine. I'm more concerned about you, son, how did you do that? How did you stop the hay from hitting me?" Pa asked.

"I...I don't know...I just saw that you were about to be crushed, and I was to far away to help you, so I panicked, next thing I knew, I was wishing I could shield you, and then I just...was!" it was the only way I could explain what happened.

"Whatever you did, I'm just glad you did it, you saved your father." my mom said hugging the both of us.

"What's happening to me? I mean, first I have this unbelievable strength, and now, I moved things with my mind. What's wrong with me?" I began to panic, my breath becoming ragged.

"Son, calm down. It's alright, you're okay. There is nothing wrong with you, I promise you. Sometimes the Lord works in mysterious ways. He's blessed you with these abilities, for a reason." my Pa began.

"What reason is that, huh Pa? Tell me why I`m a freak?" I demanded.

"Your not a freak, I don't ever want to hear you talk like that. You're my son, you're a beautiful man, with a heart as big as the world. You've sacrificed your life for your parents, and I've been selfish. I've let you give up everything you love, just so I could keep you here with us. I'm sorry about that, but this ends now." Pa began.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand?" I begged.

"You've given up your football scholarship, to stay here. And don't think I don't know why, cause I do. Not only do you scream at the end of your nightmare, which wakes you up, but you talk in your sleep son. I know that you watch us die, and that you've had this dream since you were younger.

But you can't live your life, worrying about us getting killed. I wont have you wasting away on this farm, giving up the life you were meant to have, giving up your destiny, just for us.

You were meant for greater things then this farm, and I want you to get out into the world and do amazing things." Pa said standing up.

"Why are you saying this to our son, I don't want him going anywhere." my mom said angrily.

"Hello, I don't want to go anywhere. Don't I get a say in this, I want to stay here." I said, trying to get up.

"It's time honey, it's time he know the truth." Pa said.

"No! No, I forbid you to say anything, why are you doing this?" Ma pleaded.

"I'm sorry, we've kept this from him for to long now. It's time, it's time he knows the truth. Son, I want you to know, you mean everything to us. We've loved you from the moment we laid eyes on you, we've raised you, loved you, taught you all we could, and you've turned into an incredible young man..." he began as I interrupted him.

"Pa, your scaring me, what are you trying to say?" I asked.

"What I'm trying to say is, we're not your biological parents. 20 years ago, a man came to us, holding you in his arms. He told us, that you were a special baby, that you needed protection...protection that your biological parents could not give you. How he chose us, and why, we never knew. All we knew was that we couldn't have any children, that we prayed and prayed to have a child, and out of no where, our prayers were answered, and you arrived into our lives.

It was the happiest moment in our lives, and we took you into our arms, and we've never let go. These gifts you have, I don't know where they come from, but I know with every fiber of my being, that they are a force of good. That you are meant to do great things with them, and not just use them to bail hay." as he spoke, my body meant numb.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, that my whole life was a lie. That the two people I trusted more than anything, weren't really my parents. My mother stood there crying, my heart was pounding in my chest. I wanted to scream, to run and hide. This couldn't really be happening, this wasn't real.

"Your lying! I don't believe you, your just saying this to get me to leave. This can't be true, you are my parents, you are!" I shouted. I got up and took off out the front door. I couldn't listen to anymore of this.

"Brody! Brody come back!" my parents just shouted.

At the edge of a town in Michigan-

A Hospital-

Dean was being thrown across a room into a wall, landing on his ass. While the demon Shrtiga is holding Sam by the neck, while sucking the life out a child laying in bed in a coma.

"Dean...(Cough)...Dean, shout him...(Cough)...in the head!" Sam said between gasps. Suddenly Ruben came running in.

"Sam! Dean! Finish this already, your needed somewhere right now! We've got bigger problems." Ruben shouted.

"You are my problem!" Dean yelled, as he grabbed the Colt off the ground, and shot Shrtiga in the head. Black smoke began shooting into the sky, out of Shrtiga's mouth.

"Where were you a few minutes ago, Ruben?" Sam said, rubbing his neck.

"Something big is happening, and we need to get to Akron, Ohio, now!" Ruben shouted.

"What makes you think I would go anywhere you wanted us to?" Dean demanded.

"Look Dean, I don't like you, you don't like me. But we're on the same mission here, a bunch of demons are converging to a farm in a small town near Akron. There's a family there, with a special son, and we need to get there, we need to save him." Ruben said, anxiously.

"Ruben, what's so special about this kid?" Sam asked.

"Sam, I'm begging you to trust me, I begging you to leave now. We have to save this kid. I'm going, I have to do everything I can to save him, I hope you'll follow." Ruben said, leaving the room.

"Dean, he's really shook up over this, maybe it's really serious." Sam said.

"I don't care, I don't trust him. I don't like him, when are you going to learn that?" Dean said angrily.

"Dean, I'm not asking you to like him, I'm asking you to do our job. If there is an innocent kid that needs our help, we need to go. Quite frankly, if you don't want to go, I'll go by myself." Sam said adamantly.

"Fine, but if it's a trap, I'm kicking your ass." Dean said annoyed.

The Thunderbolt Farm-

"He's been gone for a long time now, we should go after him." Fay said.

"Fay, honey, he needs some time to process this. Just let the boy be." Al said.

"Why did you do it, why couldn't you leave well enough alone?" Fay said through tears.

"Cause it was the right thing to do, we owed him that." Al said.

Suddenly the front door burst open, and six demons came barging in.

"Where is the boy?" a demon asked.

"Who are you, get out of my house!" Al shouted, reaching for his shotgun, that hung above the fireplace.

But the demon waved his hand, sending Al flying against the wall, and suspended him there. He waved his hand again, and did the same thing to Fay.

"Now, now, no need to be rude. I asked you a question, where is the boy? Now answer it." the demon said smiling, evilly.

"He's gone, and he's never coming back!" Al shouted.

"Annoying humans, always trying to protect someone else, rather than save their own asses. We'll, we can do this the hard way then. I'll ask you a question, and every time you don't tell me the truth, I'll hurt your wife. Now, where is the boy?" the demon demanded.

"Don't tell him anything Al, don't say a word." Fay shouted.

"Go to hell!" Al yelled at the demon.

"I've already been there, it's really pleasant this time of year. But wrong answer!" the demon said, as he nodded to on of the demons. The demon walked up to Fay, pulled out a dagger, and began slicing off her clothes. He then took the dagger, and sliced right down her chest, shallow cuts, causing her blood to flow down her body.

"Damn you, stop it, leave her alone. You want to hurt somebody, hurt me, you son of bitch!" Al shouted.

"Now, now, do you kiss your wife with that mouth?" the demon said.

"Al, I can take it, let him kill me, but don't say a word!" Fay shouted.

"Brave woman you've got there! Al, is it. We'll, Al, I'm Azazel, and I want my boy back." Azazel said, through gritted teeth.

"Your boy? You're his father?" Al asked.

"Not technically. But my blood does run through his veins, which makes him my boy. I want the boy and I want him now!" Azazel demanded. He nodded again to the other demon, and the demon, began slicing more and more of Fay's body. Fay began screaming, the her body covered in blood.

"Don't say anything Al, nothing!" She shouted, between screams.

Outside-

I got as far as the county line, when I realized, I couldn't run away from what I was just told. That I had to go back and find out the rest of the story. If I wasn't their real child, then who's was I? Why was I given away? Why did I need protecting?

I made my way back to the Thunderbolt Farm, when I heard my mother scream. I ran as fast as I could, when I got to the front door, it was my nightmare come to life.

There my parents were, suspended in air, my mothers being shredded to pieces. I couldn't breath, I was seeing red. I wanted to kill those son of bitches where they stood. I ran into the house, grabbing one of the men and throwing him into another. The next thing I knew I was flying in the air, and stuck against a wall.

"Who are you, what do you want with us?" I shouted.

"I only came for what's mine! That would be you! My name is Azazel." Azazel said.

"You can have me, just let them go!" I demanded.

"Your not really in a position, to make demands. You've been a very hard boy to find, all these years. Really I had no idea you had survived, I thought you'd died at birth. But then I got a message, from someone very unexpected, and it turns out, you were alive and well, living on this farm" Azazel began to explain.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"Nobody knows my plans, and nobody will. But all my children have a purpose, a reason for why I selected you. I must say, you do look like your mother. Oh no, not her, I mean your real mother. I can still smell her, ahh, that beautiful scent. She captivated me, I'd never smelt anything to enticing in my whole existence.

I was actually sad when I killed her, but I got over it. However, having you here in front of me now, looking exactly like her. Smelling exactly the same, fills me up like you could not believe." Azazel gloated.

"You bastard! Why? Why would you kill my parents? Who were my parents?" I wanted to know.

"You don't know anything about them do you? The lengths humans will go to, to protect the ones they love. I killed your mother because, she made a deal, and didn't want to live up to her end of the bargain. I killed you father, we'll because, once again, he made a deal, to save someone he loved. Now, I'm going to do the same thing to these people, and your going to watch, and there is nothing you can do about it." Azazel said.

"Brody, we love you, we'll always be with you son!" Fay said, crying.

"Brody, whatever happens now, don't stop fighting, you kill this bastard, if it's the last thing you do. I love you son, I will always love you." Pa said.

"How touching!" Azazel said.

"I love you both, I love you!" I cried, struggling to break free. The next thing I knew, Azazel waved his hands, and my parents neck could be heard snapping. Their bodies dropping to the ground, I began crying, sobs, tears like I've never cried before.

I could feel my anger in me building up, an energy inside me began to boil over. I pushed that field out, and the next thing I knew, I sent all the men flying, as if I ignited an explosion. Then three guys came running into the house.

"Brody!" Ruben shouted.

I fell to the ground, my nose bleeding once again, my head throbbing, and everything went black.

"Come on you guys, we've got to get him out of here, before they wake up!" Ruben said. Sam and Dean ran over to Brody and lifted him, and took off out the front door.

End Chapter-