Prologue
Chapter 1: Boredom

It was a Wednesday and like most Wednesdays, three boys found themselves skipping class and heading home. Course it wasn't exactly a mandatory class, especially since not one of them planned to go on to be a roads scholar. At age fifteen their minds were less focused on the works of F Scott Fitzgerald or the poems of Edgar Allen Poe and more focused on their eventual blossoming of libidos. Of course TV was at the forefront of their mind right now as their piled through the front door in comic fashion, the three bodies collided in the door frame and voice soon followed.

"Jesus, Lindsey lose some frickin weight will ya." One voice joked lyrically.

A gruff reply, "Bite me."

"Don't mind if I do."

"Guys," The third boy cut in, "seriously we are gonna miss the opening."

"Fine" The red head and the blond replied.

When all three of the boys had slipped into the living room and flopped onto the couch in well memorized position, it looked like some twisted up attempt at Technicolor. The first boys, hair was as red as the crayola crayon and eye's hypnotic blue. The second boy, Lindsey, hair was so bleached white that it shone with its own light; he was stockier then the other boys but really only had baby fat left. The final boy was the tamest of the trio, olive skin and brown hair with eyes to match. There was an indignant sound followed by the scrambling of hands and whispering of voices. The trio had begun to search through the room for something, and then with a sigh, all three flopped back into place.

The redhead spoke, "Aw come on Cam where did your mom hide the remote?

"How the hell should I know Sasha," Cam, the brown haired boy sighed, "she keeps it under lock and key after you and Lindsey locked it on the porn."

"Come on you can't blame this on us." Sasha's lips pouted and his eye grew wide.

Lindsey chuckled, "Come on Cam, you know you can't resist little Sasha's puppy-dog eyes."

"The hell I can't!"

In an instant, the lithe body of Sasha had turned in its seat and found itself straddling Cam's denim covered hips. Cam's breath hitched slightly at how fast the larger boy had moved and he could smell Sasha in the air that he had replaced. Their noses and foreheads touched, electric blue pouring down into golden brown and Cam could feel the redhead's breath on his lips. The line of Sasha's mouth pulled open into a grin and with one shift flick of the tongue, he licked the side of the tanner boys face.

"Dude that is so gross." Cam cried, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

Sasha, still straddling his friend's hips, laughed. "One man's gross is another man's kink."

"Well that's more then we need to know Sash," Lindsey's voice broke the conversation, "but since we can't watch the TV I got an idea."

"What?" Both the other boys said, neither attempting to change positions.

"Well its October 31st isn't it?" Lindsey smiled, "Halloween."

"So?"

"Well the girls were talking about sneaking off to the human plain. I was thinking we could go with them."

"But we don't have any costumes, what would we do just walk around?" Cam muttered, finally wiggling out from under Sasha.

"No idiot, we are costumes, we just drop the glamour and walk around and get candy."

"Ah so you want candy." Both Sasha and Cam grinned darkly at the blond.

"I hate you both."

"Anyway, how are we supposed to get there," Sasha asked as he stretched, shirt revealing the beginnings of his markings, "and when are we meeting the girls."

"In an hour and we'll take the portal just like when we snuck to the movies."

Cam snorted, "So Sasha flirts his ass off while we pop through?"

"Basically."

"Why me," Sasha growled in a playfully threatening manner.

"Cause you have pheromones that could knock someone out if you really wanted." Cam replied shoving the redhead lightly in the chest. When he pulled his hand back his faked smelling it and waved it to demonstrate the potency. Sasha lunged for his smaller friend tackling him off the couch and onto the floor, a heavy thump echoing through the room. A handful of smacks and punches were thrown, eventually Cam ended up sitting on Sasha's stomach in victory.

"So are we going?"

"I guess so." Sasha said, while Cam shrugged in indifference.

"Awesome! I told Charis I would get you guys to come!" Lindsey grinned completely ignorant of the pair of eyes rolling behind his back.

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The portal to the human plain was one of those cumbersome things that had been designed when the earth was young and had never been altered since then. Where most of the world has grown and updated itself like the human world, the gate stood as a defining piece of the past; it was made of two pieces of solid stone, one black and one white, twisting toward each other but staying a foot apart. A shimmering haze fell between the two stones and on the other side was a street that shouldn't be there. That was the human world, the gate was normally controlled the combined thoughts of its users to direct them to approximately their destination.

The trio of boys walked towards the gate, silently watching for the rest of their companions as well at for where the guards were off too. Sasha nearly fell over when two people pounced on him, there was a mix of chuckling and snickering as the only thing redhead could take in was the different shoes. A moment later, five sets of hands helped lift the fallen incubus up to his feet and dusted him off. Pout squarely in place the red head spoke.

"That wasn't funny, Epica."

The blonde that had jumped him growled and pouted, "I'm Attoinette, Sasha!"

"Atty," Charis' voice fringing the line between friendly and motherly, "Sasha was just kidding, weren't you Sasha."

"Oh, I mean, of course I was kidding Atty." Sasha stressed the name, "How could I possibly confuse you."

Satisfied, the blond returned to her usual bubbly mood and bounded forward towards the gate, Charis and Lindsey in perfect tow. Looking for help, Sasha turned towards his friend; Cam simply shook his head, mop of brown hair spinning and patted him on the back before following the rest of the group. It was Epica who had stop and gave him a look that said one word, that word was 'smooth'. She then cuffed the red haired boy upside his head and pushed him towards the guards.

For a moment, Sasha thanked whatever was in charge of the fates that it wasn't the same blond guard at the post as last time. These two were both men of at least five centeries, both much taller then average, with a length of purple hair that must had been nearly impossible to hide with any glamour. Hooking his thumbs into his belt loops, Sasha pulled his waist lower and let his pheromones go. The red head barely paid attention to what he was actually saying; instead his eyes were glued on his friends all vanishing through the gate.

"If you'll excuse me," Sasha smirked coyly, "if you wait right here I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay." Both men's voices sounded lost in a fog.

Extremely proud of himself, Sasha quickly slipped through the gate, his mind on his group of friends. Unfortunately his mind flicked for a second to the pair that had pounced on him and in the next moment he found himself on top of Charis and Attoinette. This time the scoffs of the friends were full fledged as both girls screamed and attempted to claw at the slender red head. As they all managed to separate, the laughed died down as they took in their surroundings. Apparently, the gate had dropped them down right in the middle of a suburban culdesac; pumpkins and the bitter air of autumn let them know they were in the right place, Suburbia.

"I guess it time for the costumes." Cam muttered and drifted off towards a side yard.

Sasha peeled off his shirt, knowing that it was going to be doomed when he was to drop his glamour. His wings were the first thing to spring free, black and leathery; Sasha hissed as his nerves registered the cold that assaulted them. His hands shifted next, darkening and lengthening into the murderous looking talons. The redhead wise enough to keep his horns short and eyes blue, Sasha rejoined his friends to find that they had each taken a similar approach to the dropping of their glamour. The motley crew of incubi began to climb the street, trash bags in hand. Lindsey was leading the way towards the houses; he had kept his shirt on, self conscious of the small ring of baby fat that clung to him. Sasha looked at his friends, a grin plastered almost painfully on his face for the next two hours. Even as they began to slow down and their bags of sweets began to groan, the group joked and laughed at the silliness of some of the costumes as they walked up to another house.

The door swung open and the group roared happily, "Trick or Treat!"

"Trick." The female voice said coldly.

The woman stood against the doorway, raven colored hair cascading like a wave of ink across her back. She was dressed in an orange sweater, cut tight and form fitting, and a short black skirt. Her deep blue eyes stood out from her china-doll skin and gave her an air of the divine. Her index finger tapped the back of her other hand and she looked down at the group of fifteen year olds. Suddenly it dawned on Sasha who it was that had opened the door.

"Hello Shi."

Her voice was cool, "Hello Sasha."

"We are in trouble arn't we?" Cam's voice rose from the back of the pack.

"Yes, yes you are."

"Crap."

With a touch of her hand, the entire group was hearth back into their plain and the angry faces of the parents. Sasha knew that even though Shi wasn't talking to him right now, his punishment wasn't going to be quite as severe. The redhead hopped that his friends would at least be smart enough not to spread the blame around and get them all in more trouble then they really needed to be. As Sasha followed his aunt, he overheard Lindsey's attempt at a gruff-sounding voice complaining that Shiarra's hearth spell has left their hard earned candy in the human plain. He could swear he saw Shi smile as she heard the complaint as well.

A/N: Hope this is up to par with Crimson's work. The plan is for this to prequel Sasha's life before the Winchesters. Read & Review!

-WordDemon