Between Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester and Castiel and Rowena MacLeod as siblings.
The sun dipped below the horizon of Lawrence, Kansas, casting a warm orange glow over a city at the close of an average day. Dean Winchester, now a mechanic rather than a hunter, washed his hands at the sink of Winchester Automotive, a shop he had owned and operated for the last five years. He was methodical, moving with an ease that came from routine, oblivious to the life he could have led.
Meanwhile, Sam Winchester, thoroughly embedded in the life of academia, shelved another heavyweight tome on legal theories in the quiet solitude of his private office at the university. His days were filled with lectures, his nights with research — a life infinitely safer, yet somehow emptier, than the one his bloodline called for.
Neither brother had seen the other in months. Calls were short, updates infrequent. Hunting—the family business—was a distant reality, a morbid fairy tale told by their father before he too disappeared.
As evening fell, Dean locked up the shop, the sound of the metal door clanging shut echoed the finality of another day. It wasn't until he reached his Impala and heard the faint echo of a woman's laughter where there should have been silence that he felt the first prickle of unease.
Sam's encounter was more direct. As he pushed through the doors of the law library, a gust of wind carried whispers that danced around him, words that he should have sensed but simply could not place.
That night they both experienced dreams vivid and visceral; of fire and smoke, shadows and screams which upon waking felt more like memories than figments of their imagination.
The following morning, Dean was sipping his coffee when a black '67 Chevy Impala identical to his own rolled into the lot. He set his mug down, a frown creasing his forehead. The driver emerged—a man in a trench coat, his blue eyes searching until they fixed on Dean. "Dean Winchester," the man said, his voice assured, "My name is Castiel. We need to talk. It's about your family."
Simultaneously, amid the fortress of law books, Sam received an email with a cryptic message: "The past never stays buried. Seek the Crossroad at midnight – C." His instincts screamed to delete it, to ignore it as spam, but his gut twisted with an inexplicable pull towards the unknown.
That same night, drawn by the enigmatic summons, the brothers found themselves face to face for the first time in what felt like years. The air at the crossroads crackled with energy neither could explain. In the silence of the night and under the watchful gaze of Castiel, they stood side by side, ready to confront whatever darkness called to them.
As the clock struck twelve, shadows coalesced into form, an inky darkness materializing into a demon they could remember only from John Winchester's cautionary tales. But the witch, Rowena MacLeod, arrived before a deal could be struck, her magic protecting them just enough to spark a battle where blood was spilled and truths unveiled.
In the chaos, a power surged within them, awakening instincts long dormant. Knowledge flooded their minds—curses, lore, and weapons. Their dream memories suddenly snapped into terrifying focus, revealing a destiny much greater than either could have imagined. They weren't merely John Winchester's sons; they were the legacy of a battle against darkness, of warriors born but not bred. And with that knowledge, Dean and Sam Winchester were reborn into a reality where they were finally and inextricably bound—not just as brothers, but as hunters.