Sam Winchester's Son

Chapter One

Before we start, I suggest that you go read Crowley's daughter before you read this. All of the background information is in that story. I do not advise you to read this before reading that story. But then again, I cannot control you.

Once again, a disclaimer that I do not own any of the characters from the show Supernatural. All the credit for those characters goes to the creators and editors of the show. Also, this story does not follow any season of the show so if a character you loved is dead, they may show up in this story eventually.

This story is told solely from the point of view of Matthew James Winchester. Some chapters will be flashbacks of what happened to either Victoria or Sam or Dean or Crowley or Matthew or any new characters that will be added. So I will not be adding whose point of view it is to every chapter. If it does not say, then it is Matthew's point of view.

Without any further adieu, Enjoy!

---Eleven years after the ending of Crowley's Daughter---

"Hi,  I'm Matthew. Matthew James Winchester of Kansas State Orphanage. I'm seventeen years old and I'm a demon. Wait, let me rephrase that, I'm the future King of Hell. Wait, that's not much better. Let me restart," I said looking at the woman and man sitting across the table from me. 

This is how it always goes. One couple after the next. Though as I get older, the fewer couples I begin to see. Makes sense. Who wants to deal with a teenager? Not me that's for sure and I'm talking about myself here. I know I'm a little shit.

Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah! The lovely couple across the table.

They came here looking for a teenager that they could leave their inheritance to. They were at least 60 years old. Since I was the oldest one in the orphanage, the man and woman wanted to see what I had in store for my future. I wasn't supposed to know that though. The orphanage got a call last night from the woman and I listened in. They really shouldn't have more than one receiver in this place. You could listen to about any conversation. 

I watched them as the woman, Donna, looked at her husband (was it her husband? had to be.), Henry, in shock. She put her hand on his wrist and he turned to look at her. He turned his head with a big smile on his face. Clearly, he thought I was joking. Or he was just smiling to reassure her. I turned and looked over at Sister Carly. Yeah yeah, I know what you are thinking. An orphanage run by a nun with the future King of Hell, ironic right?

 Well, she doesn't exactly run the orphanage but the big boss man won't be back for a few days so Sister Carly is volunteering her time here. Between you and me, Sister Carly is not all that innocent. I can tell you exactly what is under her-

"That was a very funny joke, son," Henry said. I turned my head back. I realized in that moment I had dozed off about Sister Carly and what was under her robes. Henry was still laughing when an idea popped into my head. "Why don't you tell us what your plans for the future are?"

"I'm happy you found my joke funny and I am truly sorry Donna if I scared you. But I will gladly tell you about what I want to do with my future. I want to be a history major or teach children about the supernatural creatures of the world. I feel like those are two professions that are constantly overlooked. I hope that I can help educate the future children," I said leaning back in my seat with a smirk on my face. I glanced over at Sister Carly who looked at me suspiciously. She knew I was up to something but she would never know what. Besides, if she ratted me out, I would rat her out, too. No one wants to find out what this nun is into. So she kept her mouth shut.

"I think that's a fine profession. You see, Matthew, me and my wife are not getting any younger as you can tell," Henry started. 

"Oh, please, you both don't look a day over twenty-two," I said smiling at Donna. She blushed and giggled a bit. And bingo was his name-o I thought to myself.