Wind thrashed and roared as rain whistled through the sky as they smashed against the small cottage that homed two sons and their father. The sky was so dark it seemed to be midnight yet the sun had only just set.

The youngest, Sam, a gigantic 16 year old who was beginning to fill out with shaggy dark brown hair, which he refused the cut and hazel eyes. The oldest, Dean, a tall muscular 20 year old car fanatic with short kept dirty blonde hair and piercingly green eyes. Their father was tall with salt and pepper hair and dark eyes, he was usually a quiet and generous soul yet strict when it came to discipline.

Sam was trying to read yet the noise made it almost impossible. Oh, you thought it was the wind and rain making him annoyed, well I'm going to assume you've never had an older sibling.

"Dean stop it" Sam growled as Dean sang AC/DC at the top of his lungs... in Sam's room.

"Cmon Sammy, Live a little!" Dean yells at the top of his lungs before howling.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve year old" Sam snaps back, honestly this isn't unusual in the Winchester household. Dean being a loud jerk and Sam trying to read.

"Boys calm down, Dean turn down that music and let your brother read" John stepped in and instructed Dean in a calm yet serious tone that he'd mastered.

"Yes sir" Dean nodded turning it down, Dean loved John and would follow him off a cliff, Sam on the other hand loved John but was also very stubborn and one minded. This caused some problems but nothing that couldn't be handled.

Dean trotted over to Sam once the music was down and sat beside his little brother.

"What do you want?" Sam barked giving Dean a glare, he wasn't in the mood for one of Dean's jokes about his tattoo. Dean raised his hands revealing his tattoo. It was a sweet comment about his eyes "You have the most gorgeous eyes that the Gardens of Eden could not compare to" it didn't really give any clue as to their gender but Dean would be happy with either.

"I just wanted to see what you were reading" Dean explained peering over to the book. Sam knew he wouldn't like it, it was a complex book that made one truely think something like a mathlete and tech ed student would enjoy, not the previous captain of the football team who was almost held back a year and now works as a mechanic. "Wow your a nerd" he commented before walking off to his room.

Sam looked down to his wrist and scowled "Damn Moose, bend over one more time". Now Sam theorised that it was probably a guy as a girl probably wouldn't say such a thing to his face.

Dean closed the door and flopped onto his bed, his fingers dancing over his tattoo. A smile couldn't help but spread across his face. He would do anything to meet them.