They found them in his bedroom.

They had been tracking him for days. Though he appeared human, he was in fact only half. It was his own bad luck that his mother had been visited by an incubus.

As a half breed, he had none of the powers, but all of the urge; the urge to mate, the urge to fuck.

He had been raping women for weeks. As soon as he hit eighteen, the need had awoken, and he had gone out into the night to try to sate it.

Countless women had been attacked, with the police, as usual, being completely useless.

Though it wasn't exactly their kind of gig, the boys had gone after him, both silently furious at what was being done to the local females.

Because it wasn't just women. The urge inside him didn't differentiate between ages. As soon as a female was physically able to conceive, they became a target.

The last girl that had been raped was thirteen.

Rage swelled within both boys as they burst into the thing's house. Their protective instincts wanted nothing more than his head on a platter, and if Dean had his way, he'd get just that.

They bounded up the stairs, two at a time, Sam's long legs leading the way. They hit the second floor at a run, but halted just short of the door at the end of the hall when an agonized scream scraped by them.

The brothers glanced at each other, confusion colouring their faces, and hesitation settling into their bones.

But then Dean's eyes flashed something primal, and without a word, he closed the distance between them and the door, kicking it open with a terrible force.

There, in the darkness of the room, three heads snapped up to meet the startled eyes of the boys.

The prey they had been seeking was already dead, chest gaping and face frozen in horror.

One of the figures held his heart in her hands.

The boys went for their guns, but the women called out for them to wait; they meant them no harm.

Dean's face took on an incredulous quality as he demanded an answer to the question that hung over the room.

What the hell was going on?

Sam flicked on the light before anyone could tell him not too, and the yellow glow washed over the three beautiful, blood covered women.

They were identical except for their hair. One was blonde, the other a red head, and the last raven-haired. Their eyes were a nearly transparent blue.

The brothers new immediately that they were not human.

Dean was itching to use his gun when the blonde spoke. She introduced herself as Alecto, and the other two as Megaera and Tisiphone.

Sam's breath hitched in his throat, and Dean felt as if he was missing something.

Dean felt at a loss until his brother leaned into his ear and whispered,

The Furies, Dean. They're the three Furies.

The oldest Winchester felt himself pale, never taking his eyes from the beautiful women. They were clad in white, toga-like dresses, trimmed in gold. Blood was splattered against the fabric, making it cling to their bodies.

We mean you no harm, spoke the red head, Magaera, her voice haunting, as if it came from another plane of existence.

Dean supposed it did. They were, after all, ancient Roman beings, tied to the gods.

We were here to punish this man for his crimes, purred Tisiphone, gesturing towards the corpse. We have no quarrel with you or your brother.

As Sam listened to the creature talk, he realized it was the same voice the other two women had used.

Our work is done, and so we leave you.

The women moved then, walking towards the boys, nodding at them as they passed, forming a single line as they disappeared down the hall.

Wait! called Sam. We have so many questions!

The three women turned as one, taking in the shock and confusion on the mortal faces. In unison, they smiled, the grin not touching their haunting eyes.

Fear not, children, they said together. We have been watching you, as have many others, good and evil. You are doing great things, and have earned the respect of our brethren. You are not alone in what you do. You have allies, and you have guardians to help you in your quest.

The boys stayed rooted to their spots outside the bloody bedroom as the women came back to them, unflinching as Alecto placed a warm hand on each of their cheeks.

You make us so proud, she whispered, and it took the boys a split second to realize the voice was different… familiar…

Mom? Dean choked, barely believing it to be possible.

Beside him, Sam breathed in sharply.

Alecto smiled again, stroking the soft mortal flesh of the boys' faces.

Your father and I are so very proud of you, she breathed, the colour of her eyes shifting to that of their mother's.

And then Magaera and Tisiphone laid a hand on each of her arms and the spell was broken.

Without another word, they turned away again, a heart still clasped in Tisiphone's hand, walking into the darkness until they disappeared.

The boys were once again alone in the dead house, breathing haggard, each wondering where the hell they were to go from there.

*****

The end