Supernatural OneShots, Preferences, Imagines and Chat Rooms

Imagine: Team Free Will- Gen. 2

"Well if you can call it retirement," You added with a laugh. "The only thing that changed is how many hunts we go on. Last time I checked we were down to ten a year." The door opened again and a boy with dark hair walked in. Claire smiled and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around him.

"This is Ben," Claire smiled. You barely recognized the boy.

"Ben?" You gasped.

"Hey," he shrugged. Your mouth gaped open a bit.

"We're closing up early!" You turned to the rest of the diner. "Sorry guys!" You looked to Cas. "Cas, get the kids to the back room set up the tv."

"On it," Cas replied. He walked over to the kids who looked very confused. You looked back to Ben and Claire.

"We have to talk," your face was stern. Your attention was once again gained by a trio walking in the door. "What the hell?"
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So the diner was cleared out and the little kids were in the back. You pulled up chairs around a table and sat ther wth your brothers, Cas, Claire, Ben, Krissy, Josephine, and Aiden.

"Let me get this straight- the five of you have been all sticking together?" Sam asked.

"Pretty much," Claire shrugged.

"So you remembered everything- how long ago?" Dean asked, looking to Ben.

"About five years ago," Ben answered. Dean looked to Krissy, Josephine, and Aiden.

"And you three got chased out of town?" Dean added. The three nodded.

"And you five all bonded over the fact you knew us?" You asked. The five of them nodded.

"Well actually there's usually six, but-" Claire stopped herself.

"Who's the sixth one?" Cas asked. The five of them shared a glance.

"Well he's got powers so he kinda just pops in and out," Krissy continued for Claire.

"He's met them? Remember?" Aiden added.

"What? Who?" Sam questioned. There was slight popping sound.

"Me," someone stood in the shadows. He walked into the light a bit. "Remember me? Anti-Christ?"

"Jesse, holy crap," you gasped. You just stared at him having forgotten about him for the last two decades.

"I absolutely forgot about all of you except Claire," Sam admitted.

"Understandable, it's been a while," Jesse shrugged. "So we needed your help."

"Someone is creating new monsters," Claire explained.

"Why haven't we heard about this?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

"Jesse's been keeping it on the down low with his powers, wiping anyone who sees one," Ben added.

"We want to keep it that way mainly because we suspect that someone in the hunting community is doing it," Claire went on. You looked to your brothers and Cas.

"So what do you need from us?" Cas asked.

"Info," Josephine replied. "We've managed to figure out how to stop some of these things, by combing killing methods. The were-pire you have to cut off its head with a something silver. We used silver wire. However the combinations are getting weirder by the months."

"So just how ling has this been happening?" You asked.

"We think about a year and a half," Krissy replied. You ran a hand down your face.

"We should show them," you looked to your brothers.

"Defiantly," Sam answered. You stood and popped up a floor board, pulling out a safe. You put the password in and extracted a key. You handed the key to Aiden.

"Lebanon, Kansas. There's an abandoned powerplant on a hill, but that's mostly fake. The entrance is in a hill. This key will get you in," you explained.

"What is it?" Aiden asked.

"The Men of Letters bunker. If knowledge is power than it is the most powerful place on Earth," you added.

"Men of Letters?" Krissy questioned.

"The Men of Letters was a global secret organization of scholars who researched the supernatural. Kind of like glorified librarians. They were wiped out by Abbadon, a knight of hell long time ago, but one of them- our grandfather, Henry Winchester, ran. He traveled into the future to protect that key- he found us. He died and gave the key to us. We used the bunker as our home until we decided to retire. It's been sitting for the last decade or so- you'll have to do a bit of dusting," Sam explained. Their eyes were wide with wonder.

"B-but why give it to us?" Jesse stared at the four of you. Dean let out a small laugh.

"Well, it was run by legacies," He pointed to you, Sam and himself. "We're pretty much the last men of letters legacies, beside this one girl but we haven't talked to her in a long time. So it is passed down- we uh- never had kids. So it's kinda stuck, but we don't really give a damn. So you kids have it."

"We're not kids anymore," Claire rolled her eyes.

"You'll always be kids to us," you laughed. "Now you should get going."

"Thank you," Krissy smiled as you all stood. Dean smiled and set a hand on Krissy's shoulder.

"Just make sure you kick it in the ass," Dean added.

"We'll try," Aiden replied.

"Yeah, you'd better because we're too damn old to be doing the world saving crap," Sam laughed.

"That's what we're here for," Jesse grinned. They all got in their cars and you stood in the doorway.

"Just give us a call if you need anything," Cas yelled to them.

"Will do," Josephine replied. They all drive down the road and you smiled like a proud parent.

"They remind me of us," you walked back into the diner.

"Yeah, they're like Team Free Will the second generation," Dean continued. You let out a laugh.

"Sounds about right... Wait does that make us Bobby?" You paused in your step.

"I guess it does," Cas replied.

"Awesome," you laughed.

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The picture is for people who forgot what these people looked like and also includes the last episode they were in as of season 11.
I'm thinking of maybe making this into full story, but I have another four(ish) stories in the works so idk...
-G