Disclaimer: If I owned Sam and Dean, do you think that I would be writing stories to amuse myself?
Rated T for violence, mild and suggestive language.
((Alright, this was my first attempt at a fan fiction and I wrote it during Season 1, which is why John Winchester is still alive. I decided to post it here after much coercion from friends, so, hope you enjoy! The chapters are a little short and I apologize for that. Please review! It helps me write!))
Life's Too Short
Prologue
Beginnings... I hate beginnings. They're a bitch, aren't they? It's hard to tell a story from the beginning. How do you find the words to start?
In the beginning... No, sorry. Ha. Those are the opening words to a famous book.
Well, I guess I don't have to start at the very beginning. More like the middle. If I went back to the very start it would take us back 22 years, then night my mom died, and we don't really need to go that far.
Alright, enough screwing around. I need to get this over with. There's no need to be flowery or poetic. Sam would be, but I never went to college, so straightforward and simple's the way for me.
It starts in Jasper, Georgia. It's a quiet little town. Out of the way, small. But some construction had dug up an unmarked cemetery in the woods close to an old church. That would piss off any dead person, right? That's why I want to be cremated. Just get it right the first time. That way I can't come back and haunt the dumbass that digs me up.
Oh, sorry. I'm totally off subject, aren't I? See, I suck at this stuff. That's why Sammy should do this for me. Anyway, small town, dug-up graves, pissed off spirits. At least, that's what we were told. Yeah, that's where we were. That's the beginning.
