We got out and Ben drank the last of his beer. He was tired I knew that, but we walked in looking like champs. We walked in to see a guy in a black coat, but his mouth was as big as his face! It had razor sharp teeth and was oozing black goo. I didn't know what it was, but I ran up and tried to slice it's head off, but it threw me like I weighed as much as a feather. I blacked out for what felt like hours. When I woke up my head hurt and I saw Ben get shot. I yelled no and ran at him with my blade. I hit him in the arm and staggered him. I stunned him enough for Dean to come up and cut his head clean off. He took his head and placed it in a cooler, stashing it in the trunk. I looked and saw Ben, but he was fine. I heard Ben and Dean fighting, and I overheard something. Something that I wished I never heard. All I heard was "your mom is God's sister" and I ran off. I basically flew into the car and opened a beer. I chugged half of it in what felt like 2 seconds. Ben and Dean got in basically at the same time. He grabbed a beer and started drinking, and Dean did the same. The ride home was definitely awkward, but we lightened the mood with some 60's rock. Dad wasn't happy but everyone else was. So he sucked it up and ended up rocking out too. When we got home I headed up to my room and passes out, Ben and Dean fell asleep on the couch and Dad went to his room and slept. The next morning we got a letter in the mail. It wasn't signed or anything, it was just a letter to us. I read it before anyone else and it said we were all legacies. It was basically about a society called the men of letters, and they had a secret underground bunker that was warded from anything. I woke up Dad, Dean, and Ben and told them about it. We all got our stuff packed and went to the location it gave us. When we got there we didn't have a key to the door. I opened the letter to find a weird piece of wood. I put it in the slot and turned it, opening the door.
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The Legacy
FanfictionThe children of Sam and Dean Winchester are hunter at the ripe age of 17-18. They knew everything, but when Castiel, the angel of the lord, comes into play things get a bit weird.