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Won't Let Go	By : vinsmouse Category: 1 through F > Dukes of Hazzard Views: 1644 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Dukes of Hazzard, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Won't Let Go
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills

Warnings: Angst, Slash, Incest, Violence, Supernatural, Language

Rating: FRT

A/N: Crossover with the TV Show Supernatural. Supernatural tells the story of the Winchester family of Lawerence, Kansas. Twenty-two years ago, Sam Winchester was 6 months old. On the night he turned 6 months, his mother heard him cry out and went to check on him. Seeing a figure next to the crib she thought it was her husband, calling out to him the figure turned. As soon as it did she realized it wasn't her husband and she ran forward to protect her son. A moment later she screamed in pain when the demon slammed her against a wall and drug her body up to the ceiling. Pinning her to the ceiling above her baby's crib, she was helpless as blood dripped onto her son. Her husband having heard her scream, ran up the stairs, at first he thought everything was okay, until he saw blood drip onto his son's forehead. Looking up he was horrified to see his wife, who a second later burst into flames. As the fire spread, John handed baby Sammy to his four year old brother Dean and instructed Dean to get Sammy out. Running out after the children a couple of minutes later, John scooped them both up and ran as a fireball exploded from the nursery. Since then John has lived to hunt the demon that killed his wife, taking his sons with him and teaching them to hunt alongside him. Twenty-two years later, Dean goes to the college Sam is attending and recruits him to search for their father who disappeard while on a hunt. After a few days, Sam returned to his apartment and his girlfriend Jessica. Lying down on the bed, he felt a drop of liquid hit his forehead, opening his eyes he saw Jess pinned to the ceiling. As he watched horrified, she burst into flames, a second later Dean burst through the door and pulled Sam from the burning building. Together they now hunt the supernatural, as they continue to search for their father and the demon that killed their mother and Jess. Dean is played by Jensen Ackles. Sam is played by Jared Padelaecki

Additional A/N: In the show Supernatural, Dean often calls his brother Bitch and Sam calls Dean Jerk. These names, used the way the brothers do are actually their way of saying I love you. Also Dean as a typical older brother calls Sam, Sammy because he knows it bugs him. Dean is 6 feet tall w/short blond hair and green eyes. Sam is 6'4" tall with longish brown hair and hazel eyes.

Summary: Sequel to Choices, strange things are happening at the Duke farm, will the Winchester's be able to help?

Won't Let Go
Chapter 1

It was the beeping that got Dean's attention, grabbing for the cell phone, he checked it for a number. Looking at the screen, he smiled slightly at the text message, containing a set of coordinates. Dean knew it bugged Sam that their father never called except to give them coordinates, but he didn't care. Sure he'd rather hear the man's voice, rather ask him what was going on and where he was, but at least he knew his dad was alive. The way Dean saw it, that was the real reason to be happy with the messages and if his dad wanted him to go to a particular spot, then he would. If Sam thought that made him a good little soldier, fine then he was a good soldier, there were worse things to be. Looking over at his younger brother, he hated to wake him, poor kid rarely got any decent sleep, but there was no choice. Smiling, Dean decided that if he was going to have to listen to Sam's complaints, he might as well have some fun. Walking into the bathroom of the small motel room, Dean ran cold water in a dixie cup and went back to stand beside Sam's bed. *Now, let's see, should I dribble it or just toss it in his face? Toss it!* Flinging the cold water into his brother's face, Dean jumped back as the younger man came awake sputtering and cursing.

"Damn it Dean! You jerk, what did you do that for?" Sam yelled at his brother, as he was jerked rudely awake. Climbing out of the now wet bed, Sam glared at his brother and headed for the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower now. What was so important anyway?" Sam asked.

"Dad sent coordinates," Dean answered, holding up the phone. "I'm gonna see where we're headed while you shower, then I want to get on the road."

"Of course you do, Dad says jump and you say how high? Damn it Dean, I'm sick of this. Why doesn't he call and tell us where he is? Instead he just sends us coordinates, not even a clue as to why he wants us to go there. How can you keep putting up with this?" Sam asked for the twentieth time, he loved his family but God they could make him crazy. When Dean didn't answer, just smirked at him, with one eyebrow raised, Sam knew the battle was over before it started. "Jerk."

"Bitch"

Twenty minutes later, Sam walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Quickly drying off, he pulled on his clothes, careful to check for itching powder first. He was pretty sure Dean had learned his lesson last time, but he wasn't going to count on it. Turning to the door, Sam smiled at his brother when he saw the bags from a fast food place in his hands. "So, where are we headed to this time?"

"Some place in Georgia, little town called Hazzard," Dean answered around a mouthful of egg mcmuffin.

Two days later, a black Impala rolled into Hazzard catching the attention of Cooter Davenport as he stood outside his garage. Grinning with anticipation, Cooter looked forward to the chance to look under the hood of the beautiful vehicle. "Hey there fellas," he greeted the two young men as they pulled into his garage and parked next to the pumps. "What can I get for y'all? Fill 'er up? Check the oil?"

Seeing the eargerness in the mechanic's eyes, Dean popped the hood and climbed out of the sleek black car. As the other man whistled softly in appreciation of the powerful engine under the hood, Dean leaned casually against the fender. "So, where's a guy go to have fun around here?"

"Well now, that'd be the Boar's Nest, just head out of town that way and it's the first Boar's Nest on the right. The beer's watered down, and the man that owns the place, Boss Hogg would steal candy from a baby, but the scenery more 'n makes up for it."

"Thanks friend, appreciate it," Dean thanked the man. Climbing back into his car, he paid for the few dollars worth of gas and drove off. Dropping Sam off at the local newspaper office, Dean headed out of town for the Boar's Nest. Laughing at the name of the place, Dean shook his head in amusement, *What a name for a bar, oh well, maybe I'll find something useful, or fun. Sammy can do research his way, I'll do it my way.*
Walking into the office of the local newspaper, Sam smiled at the lady behind the counter. "Excuse me miss? My name is Sam Winters, I'm a reporter for a national magazine. We're doing a series on small town America and I'd like to look through your back issues if I could. Just to see if Hazzard is the type of town we're looking for, though personally I think it's exactly the place we've been trying to find." Sam told the middle-aged woman behind the counter, flashing her a smile and letting his hazel eyes show nothing but sincerity. This was the part of the job Sam always hated, the lies they had to tell people, not even using their real names, but what choice did they have? You couldn't very well come into a small town like this and introduce yourself as a hunter of the supernatural, they'd lock you up so fast your head would spin. Grabbing the stack of newspapers the woman handed to him, Sam sat down at a small table and began the tedious task of flipping through them. Two hours later and Sam had been through everything from the last six months. He couldn't believe it, there hadn't been a single strange event in Hazzard, unless you counted a four toed chicken. Shaking his head, Sam couldn't figure out why his dad had sent him and his brother to this small southern town. Hoping Dean had made out better at the local bar, Sam returned the newspapers and asked the lady behind the counter where he could find a cab.

"Oh...well we don't have a cab. I mean Miz Tisdale has one, but she's out making deliveries and won't be back for a while. I'll tell you what, if you go across the street and down a block you'll find Cooter's garage, I'm sure he'll have a loaner you could use."

"Thank you, and thanks for letting me look through the newspapers," Sam told her with a smile as he turned and headed outside.

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the Boar's Nest and climbed out of the car, running a hand through his short blond hair. He casually slipped his sunglasses into his pocket and headed inside. Stepping through the doors, he smiled as he saw what the mechanic had meant about the scenery making up for the watered down beer. Weaving his way through the tables, Dean made his way to a booth and waited for the waitress to spot him. He didn't have to wait long for the beauty who was serving drinks with a smile to come over to his booth.

"Well hello there sugah, my name's Daisy, what can I get for you?"

"Just a beer for now...Daisy," Dean responded, with a slow teasing smile. The smile sliding from his face when she didn't even respond, only left to get his beer. Dean wondered if he was losing his touch, he forgot all about the waitress a few minutes later as he began to focus on the conversations around him. Two hours later, and Dean had never been more frustrated in his life. Not only wasn't there any sign of supernatural activity in the area, the waitress wasn't even interested in him. Oh she smiled and flirted with him, but it was obvious that he wasn't getting anywhere with her and probably never would. Just as Dean was about to give up and head back to town, an older man in overalls and a red cap walked through the door. Watching the old man look around the room, it was clear he was searching for somebody and then he spotted him. Grinning from ear to ear the old man walked straight to Dean's booth and introduced himself.

"Well there ya are, you're one of John's boys ain't ya?"

"Um...."

"Of course ya are, I'd recognize that look anywhere. Oh, sorry, my name's Jesse Duke," the older man said, holding out a hand in greeting.

Taking the offered hand, Dean returned the firm handshake with one of his own. He was surprised by the pleased feeling it gave him when he saw the flash of approval in the old man's eyes. "Hello Mr. Duke, I'm Dean, nice to meet you. You said you know my dad? Are you the reason we're here?" Dean asked, beginning to put the pieces together.

"Yeah I know your dad, met you and your brother Sammy too. You probably don't remember, ya couldn't have been more than six at the time. So where's your dad and brother, they're with you ain't they?"

"Sam's with me, Dad couldn't make it. Why don't you sit down and tell me what's going on Mr. Duke?" Dean offered, motioning to the seat across from him.

"Call me Jesse, actually why don't you get your brother and follow me out to the farm. It'd be easier to explain everything out there," Jesse told him, looking around uneasily. Jesse was disappointed that his friend hadn't been able to come himself, but he supposed he'd taught his sons well. Looking around the bar, he was relieved to see no sign of Rosco or Enos and wanted to get the younger men out of there before the local law saw them. The last thing they needed right now was Rosco sticking his nose into things and making them worse.

"Well I'll have to go into tow..." Dean trailed off, as he saw Sam step into the bar, followed by the man from the garage.

As soon as Sam had explained the situation to Cooter, he had been offered a ride to the Boar's Nest so he could meet up with his brother. Sam had to admit that one of the few things he liked about this life was the friendly people like Cooter, people they would never have met otherwise. Walking through the doors, Sam stood for a minute allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting. Spotting his brother, sitting with an older man, Sam headed towards them, surprised to find Cooter following. "Hey Dean..um, I didn't find anything in town. You have any luck?" He asked, looking pointedly at the older man.

"Yeah Sammy I did. This is Jesse Duke, he knows dad, Mr. um, Jesse this is my little brother Sammy," Dean introduced with a smirk.

"It's Sam, Mr. Duke. Nice to meet you, so you know our dad?" Sam held out a hand and returned the firm handshake.

"Yeah Sam I do, actually, uh Cooter can I help you with something?" Jesse gruffly asked, spotting the mechanic for the first time.

"No sir Uncle Jesse, I just gave Sam here a ride out here is all," Cooter explained.

"Cooter, I ain't your Uncle Jesse! Thank you for giving the boy a ride. I'm sorry we can't stay and have a beer with you Cooter, but I promised Dean I'd show him some things out at the old indian caves."

"Oh sure, for that magazine they work for huh?"

"Magazine? Yeah, that's right Cooter, well come on now boys. You just follow me and we'll be there in no time," Jesse covered quickly. Leading the boys outside, Jesse didn't notice the confused look on Cooter's face or the hopeful one on Daisy's.

Daisy had been watching as her uncle greeted the young man in the leather jacket. She had seen the grin on his face as he said hello to the young man, and the momentary disappointment at whatever the younger man said. They spoke quietly for several minutes and then they were joined by a tall young man with dark hair who had come in with Cooter. After only another minute, her uncle stood up and led the younger men outside leaving Cooter with a confused look on his face. Going to the door, she looked outside and saw the two young men climbing into a black Impala and realized who they were. These must be the people Uncle Jesse had contacted about their problem. As she stood in the door watching them pull out of the parking lot, she said a silent prayer that they would be able to help her family, before it was too late.

TBC

I know, very little Dukes and no Bo or Luke, I promise they'll be here next chapter. Y'all know the routine, feed the muse, please review.
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