Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons: A Supernatural Fanfic ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Prologue

Lawrence, Kansas 23 years ago…..

On a calm spring night John Winchester ran out of his burning house with his four year old son Dean and his infant son Sam in his arms. A neighbor had called the fire department a few moments previous and now they were arriving. They looked John and his two sons over for injuries and once they had gotten the flames doused, searched the house for any evidence as to why Mary Winchester had perished. They could find no concrete evidence and told John that she must have died from smoke inhalation. After the firemen had gone John took his two sons and gathered what meager possessions had survived the fire. Getting into his car he drove away, in his heart and mind vowing revenge on the yellow eyed demon that had killed his beloved Mary and taken her away from her young sons. As he drove off into the night, a plan forming in his head that would lead him down a long and weary path, a person stood on the sidewalk. She had known that this was going to happen and had tried to arrive in time to stop it but had been unsuccessful. The yellow eyed demon had triumphed again, albeit with a lot of help from a certain demon that was much more powerful. Biting back an oath more ancient than the Earth itself, she turned and walked down the dimly lit sidewalk and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Christmas Eve, 8 years later

Little Sammy Winchester had fallen asleep in his bed with tears running down his cheeks. His big brother Dean had told him that their father hunted all the monsters that he feared most. It scared him that his father was out alone hunting the monster under his bed or the boogeyman, not to mention all the other horrible creatures that his five year old mind managed to conjure up. He felt something shaking him and awoke with a start. He opened his eyes and looked into the face of his older brother Dean, who was smiling.

“Come on Sammy, Dad was here and he brought us presents.”

“Dad was here? Why didn't he wake me?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “Well, he tried, but he couldn't wake you. He had to leave because he hadn't finished his hunt yet. Now come on, let's go open our presents.” The two brothers walked over to the couch and sat down. Dean handed Sam a few gifts and told him to open them.

“Oh cool! It's, it's….a Sapphire Barbie?” Sam looked over at Dean and his eyes narrowed. “Dean, where did you steal this from?”

Dean shrugged. “There was a house a few blocks over. I'm sorry Sammy, I didn't know they were chick presents, I swear.”

Sam rolled his eyes and took out a small object wrapped in newspaper from his pocket. “Here, I want you to have this. I was going to give it to Dad, but he isn't here and he broke his promise. Go ahead, take it Dean.”

Dean unwrapped the package and pulled out a necklace. “Thanks Sammy. I like it.” He slipped it around his neck. “See, this wasn't such a bad Christmas after all, was it Sammy?”

Unbeknownst to the two boys, a woman stood watching a few feet away from them. They couldn't see her or hear her or even sense her presence. It was a good thing too, at least, considering how Sam had reacted to learning that things did go bump in the night. Not everything that was out there was evil, but he probably didn't know that. He would learn in time. As Sam and Dean flipped the TV on and searched for some cartoons to watch, she walked over to the chair by the door and sat down. Looking out the window she kept watch for anything out of the ordinary. She needed to protect these boys, because in the future they would be very important.

Utah, 17 years later

Sam and Dean along with Bobby and another hunter race to keep a catastrophe from happening. Trying to win Samuel Colt's gun back from the demons wasn't going to be easy. Unfortunately, things had just gotten a million times worse when Sam opened The Devil's Gate, releasing hundreds of demons from the confines of Hell. While the gang battle a few demons and try to figure out what to do, a woman stands just out of site behind a tree, watching. Wincing as she sees Dean drench a demon in holy water, she involuntarily shudders and takes a few steps back. She bumps into something solid and turns around.

“This isn't exactly the best place for you to be now is it? The Winchesters have holy water, crucifixes, and a book of Latin spells that are used for exorcisms. You know just as well as I do that you shouldn't be here.” A dark haired woman looked at her with a serious expression, concern etched in the lines of her face.

“Well, no offense, but you shouldn't be here either. Did you see all the demons that Sam just let loose? Even with your flaming sword you couldn't take them all on. Besides, you can't reveal yourself to Sam or Dean yet and neither can I. The time isn't right.” She responded to her companion. She herself had blonde hair.

“Shall we go then?”

As chaos unfolded on the field, the two women vanished into thin air undetected. It was if they had never been there.

Lawrence, Kansas, A few weeks later

“Dean! Dean, come on man! You can't leave me like this. Dean, don't die, please don't die!” Sam Winchester cradled his dying brother Dean in his arms.

A few days later Sam and Bobby buried Dean. For the next several months Sam traveled and went through various towns and bars. He spent most of his time drunk, trying to sew his broken heart back together. Bobby threw himself into his work. He tried calling Sam, but the kid wouldn't answer his phone. Bobby figured he just needed time.

Dean, meanwhile, was suffering unimaginable torture in the deepest, darkest pit of Hell. Sam had tried everything he knew to save his brother, but nothing had worked. Sam grew depressed and withdrawn. He ended up in Guthrie Oklahoma working as a bartender. On the other side of the world however, all hope for Dean and Sam Winchester was not lost.

In a small apartment located in Israel a woman with dark hair paced back and forth on her mahogany wood floor. Her companion, a blonde, sat in a lounge chair and watched her distressed friend anxiously. “Okay, you have got to stop doing that. You'll make a hole in the floor. Come on, just relax, you'll think of something.” The blonde got up and sauntered over to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. “Hey, you want one? It might calm you down.”

The dark haired woman stopped her pacing momentarily. She looked at her friend and then at the beer can, licking her lips but shaking her head. She resumed her pacing.

The blonde opened the can and took a swig. “Oh yeah, I keep forgetting that angels, especially you, don't drink. Sorry.” She finished her can of beer.

The dark haired woman didn't stop pacing, so her friend couldn't tell if she'd heard her or not. Sighing, she got out some margarita mix and salt and started making some more drinks. This is going to take awhile, so I might as well gear up for a long night. The blonde thought. She sat down at the kitchen table and noticed that her friend had stopped pacing.

“Rachel? Are you alright? What is it? Did you think of something?” she asked.

Rachel looked at her and nodded, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. “Yes Grace, I have. I know exactly what we can do. You get Ruby and I'll get Castiel. Tomorrow we are going to save Sam and Dean Winchester.”

Grace smiled and raised her glass. “Sounds like a plan to me. First we need to get Dean out of Hell, and I'm assuming you want Castiel to do that.”

Rachel nodded. “You'll need to get Ruby to entice Sam to get back in the hunting game and lead him to Dean. If Sam won't listen to Bobby then Ruby's our next best bet.”

Grace nodded. “Then what?”

“Then we stop Sam from breaking the Seal and unleashing the Apocalypse.”

Grace's eyes widened. “It seems like an awful lot of trouble to save a couple of mortals, but I don't have anything better to do I guess. See, I told you that you'd think of something, and you think I'm the smart one.”

Rachel rolled her eyes and walked to the refrigerator. Grabbing a can of crème soda, she sat down across from her friend. “Look, I know the last time we were out on assignment things were simple and we could bend the rules, but we can't do that this time. We have to be very precise and careful. That means no wild parties and no binge drinking, I don't care how hammered you want to get. Oh, and for goodness sake, don't scare the Satan worshipers either. You know how freaked out they get when they actually manage to summon a demon.”

Grace laughed and stood up. “Sure Rachel. I promise I'll be good. But hey, you need to open up a little. Branch out of that shell you're always tucked away in. Castiel is never going to know how you feel about him if you're so serious all the time.”

Rachel sighed. “Look, how about this. I'll branch out and talk to Cas if you'll stop ogling Dean Winchester. I find it very uncomfortable.”

“Deal. You're not bad for an angel. Maybe that's why I stick around.”

Rachel took another sip of her drink. “You mean besides the fact that we're best friends right?”

Grace looked at her and smiled. “Right.”