The Youngest Winchester

Chapter 1

Everyone has their demons. Though not many can say they have seen them. My family definitely has theirs. The only difference is they are real.

My father, John Winchester, didn't use to be a hunter. In fact, he used to be one of the most normal people in the world. At least that's what my older brothers Sam and Dean have always told me.

Things only started to change when I was six months old. The night of my six month birthday a demon came into my nursery. That same demon burned down my home and killed my mother. After that, my father vowed to find the monster that killed her. He promised that he would avenge moms death.

From then on we moved around a lot. Never in one place too long and never in the same place twice often. It wasn't too bad for me considering I was too young to remember life before hunting. Sam didn't have it bad either considering he was only two when mom died. At least he has some memories of her. Dean, on the other hand, has it the worst. He was 6 almost 7 when mom died.

Though Dean won't admit it he misses our past life the most out of all of us. Mom too. When we couldn't sleep he would sing "Hey Jude" to us like mom did for him. He would answer any question we had about mom. Though we avoided the topic when dad was around.

Sam and I were never very open to hunting as a way of life. We wanted our father to tell us nothing was in our closet when we said there was a monster in it. Instead, we were given a shotgun full of salt bullets and told to take turns sleeping.

I never want that type of life for my children.

When Sam got older he started rebelling against Dad. By the time he was 18, he was far too happy to leave. He left and went to Stanford. The last time I heard from him was when he was packing his bags and leaving through the window. He thought I was asleep. I remember him saying he was sorry and had to go. He said he loved Dean and I. And then he was gone.

When I turned 17 I decided That hunting wasn't for me. I was sick of listening to dad ramble on about how to kill a werewolf or whatever monster. I was stuck behind when Dean and Him went on Hunts. Slowly over time I had conducted a plan, collected money, and finally was ready to escape. Just like Sam.

Dad and Dean were set to go on another hunt; I didn't waste the opportunity. When they left that night I gathered up my things, waited a couple hours, and hit the road. I was on my way to Chicago. I had already set up for a crappy apartment on the South Side under an alias with the help of one of my many connections.

Within an hour I was on a bus bound for Chicago leaving my past behind.