Hey everyone, it's strophic aka ShadowAngel116. It's been a long time since I last wrote a fanfiction, hasn't it? Well, this time I'm back with a new idea and I'm hoping to share it with you all. Yes, it's another Supernatural fanfic- new OCs, new plot. For those who've read my previous fanfics, thanks for your support in the past. For those of you who are new to the game, thanks for taking the time to read my new fanfic. I've changed my writing style and thus, hope that my writing has taken a turn for the better.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the CW television series Supernatural. If I did, I would be happy. Not just plain happy, though- freaking ecstatic-ohmygodyes-jumpingforjoy happy. That and I'd claim a certain rebellious angel whose name rhymes with 'Dastiel'. And yes, that rhymes in my head.

Warning: Season 5 (and maybe Season 4?) spoilers and language. Currently rated T.

Chapter 01 – "Meet the Family"

Night had never been much of an ally. It swallowed up the sunlight, devouring it bit by bit until the rays died away and faded into neverending black. It proved to be one hell of an adversary, especially when it was during this. There was no telling what would happen, what would become- no telling what would come out.

It was when the things that went bump in the night came out. It was when Hell was unleashed on Earth.

But at this point, the difference between day and night didn't matter anymore. The Apocalypse had already begun; Hell had already descended- or in perhaps ascended would be the better word.

Either way, they would have to fight for their lives- a survival of the fittest. That was an absolute truth.

Stop thinking about that, he chided himself. He gripped the steering wheel harder and continued at his regular pace, eyes trained on the dark road ahead of him. He had been driving for hours on end and he could feel the beginnings of tiredness fall upon him- yet he kept going on sheer adrenaline on what he was about to do.

Adrenaline is a wonderful thing, he mused. No matter how many times he felt it, it affected him differently every single time. It made him feel like Superman- something he hadn't felt in a while for someone his age.

Suddenly, the car stuttered underneath him, the engine coughing and hacking as it rolled to a stop, smoke billowing from the sides of the front cover.

He turned the key. The ignition groaned. Nothing.

He tried again. A promising roar came and died to a hiss.

Sighing, he unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door, slamming it unceremoniously as he sauntered to the front of the car, opening the cover and turning away with a cough as more smoke choked out. Waving away the remainders of the smoke, he looked around for the source of his car troubles, and seemingly found nothing. He scratched his head in confusion.

That's when he heard the clicking. The loud snap of gravel digging under the pressure of heel and toe.

His heart raced, adrenaline pumped, palms sweating as he heard the clicking stop beside him and looked up as the voice came.

"Can I help you?"

He looked up slowly and was immediately bombarded with the visage of an incredibly attractive woman: large dark eyes framed with long lashes, lush, naturally full lips that would make Angelina Jolie blush, the most perfect curves that every woman would die for and every man would kill to feel in their arms, and those legs- oh, those mile long legs…

Needless to say, he was…stunned. And staring at her. Gawking over her curves, eyes traveling ever so slowly from her lips moving, asking the same question, and down, down…

Quit thinking with your downstairs brain, idjit, he reprimanded himself. He couldn't be distracted- not at this point.

"Sir?"

He shook his head. "My car, uh, suddenly broke down. I can't find anything that's wrong with it, though." He sighed tiredly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've never had this sort of problem before…it just…I promised my wife I'd be back home soon and that I'd be able to get back in time for dinner…" He shook his head again in disbelief. "Could this get any worse?"

The two jumped as a car tire exploded.

"Yeah…do you have anything to fix that?" He ran his hand through his hair and nodded towards the car.

"I, uh, have a spare and some tools in the backseat." He moved towards the handle of the car door and paused when she placed a hand on his arm.

She stepped closer, her voice dropping. "Ah, let me do it." She smiled flirtatiously, letting her fingers gently caress the length of his arm, fixing the collar of his shirt. He felt slightly dizzy from her touch and his nostrils filled with her sweet scent.

Clearing his throat, he moved away and watched as she opened the door and peeked inside to see the spare.

She was reaching in when she heard a noise behind her and turned just in time to see the glint of a blade rushing towards her.

The last thing she heard was the rush of wind, along with what sounded like "Surprise…"

The blade sliced through cleanly. And only one sound was heard after.

Thump.

"Damn," he muttered, running a hand down his face and sighing heavily. "Damn," he repeated, shaking his head.

The now-dead Pagan God laid by the side of the road, her head a few feet away from the body and her face frozen in a surprised expression. Every now and then he'd glance over at it, unable to keep his eyes off of it.

"Dad, really?" he looked over to his left at his daughter, who was now wiping the bloody sword she had used a few minutes ago with a rag, and watching him as she balanced it in her hand. He didn't respond and looked down at his feet as he heard her scoff and continue her cleanup.

"You just COULDN'T stop thinking with your downstairs brain, couldn't you?" he heard another voice say and winced as he looked up to see his wife, an enraged expression on her face as she threw open the trunk, weapons clanging about.

"Um…I love you, sweetie?" he tried and grimaced as she angrily slammed down the trunk, shooting him one of her death glares. He tried again. "Honey, I-" he stopped as she put up her hand.

"No! Don't you 'honey' and 'baby' me this time, Gregory." Without another word, she got into shotgun as his daughter climbed into the backseat, the sword sheathed and placed next to her.

Heaving another sigh, he went to the front of the car and pulled down the hood after readjusting a wire or two, then got into the car.

A turn of the key and the ignition roared to life- driving off into the distance.

After a while, he glanced at the rearview mirror at his daughter. Her head was leaning against the window, apparently asleep.

He felt the corner of his mouth quirk as he glanced again at her. When he first found out that his wife was pregnant, he had been kind of hoping for a boy. A boy to continue their family name- the Miller hunting clan. He hadn't been disappointed with the birth of his baby girl- well, maybe just a little bit. But nevertheless, he gave her the name 'Riley Jane' (the 'Jane' added as a feminine touch by his wife) and trained her just as much as he would've trained a son. And surprisingly, she picked up the training extremely well. He had another girl a few years later and finally had his prayers answered a couple of years after- Rachel Ann Miller and Joshua Chase, both who were also trained to keep up with their older sister. Although he hoped to have a normal life with his family, it hadn't been possible.

He glanced sideways. His wife still stared out the window, saying nothing throughout the car ride. He couldn't tell if she was mad- but judging by her tense shoulders, she was sending him daggers.

Either way, his wife looked beautiful. He was still amazed on how she had picked him out of all the men she could've had- after all, she had everything- brains and beauty. It had been one hell of a surprise when he found out that she had been a hunter all her life. He, on the other hand, had come into the hunting world when he turned eighteen. They had been in the same high school- him being the typical loner while she had been the stereotypical popular head cheerleader, homecoming queen- and smartest girl in the school. Unlike most girls, she knew she was attractive- and didn't flaunt it.

Of course, he didn't have the courage to say anything to her.

The two of them were locked in a classroom one day after school- both had stayed behind to clean up the aftermath of a farewell party for a teacher and another teacher, not seeing them, had closed the door, which locked on its own. After a period of yelling for help and banging on the door, awkwardness descended upon the two. Eventually, she had been the first to speak.

"What's your name?" she had asked, looking at the boy leaning against the wall.

He had looked over at her, not knowing really why she would be speaking to him, and then opened his mouth.

"Gregory. Gregory Miller."

She smiled that perfect smile of hers and walked over to him, extending her hand.

"My name's Cecilia. Cecilia Adams." She tucked a blonde strand behind her ear and waited for him to shake her hand.

After a while, he took her hand in a firm handshake.

They were found by a custodian several hours later, talking to each other as if they had known each other all their lives. And after that incident, they kept talking to each other and took their first hunt together as partners.

Then they started dating.

Seven years later, they got married.

Cecilia had told him before that she would give up hunting for a normal life after getting pregnant. And she did…for a little while.

The two of them had tried it for a little while. But eventually they found that it was simply impossible for them.

Being a hunter simply meant being a hunter for life. It wasn't a job- it was a lifestyle the two of them had chosen. There was no going back to normalcy. Not when you knew what was out there.

After he came back from another hunt with a shapeshifter, she threw in the towel and gave up ever trying to have that perfect fairy-tale life she had hoped for and began hunting alongside him once more. And to ensure that their kids would never have to face any of the supernatural, they took on day jobs- Cecilia as a secretary at a clinic and Gregory as a mechanic at the local car shop. At night, they set their children with a babysitter and went out for the hunt.

Their kids never really knew what their parents did- all they knew was that Mommy and Daddy were going after the monsters that hid under their beds and their closets and lived to scare little children. They led what seemed to be normal lives- going to school, meeting friends, etc.

But they all found out anyway- with Riley being the first to have an actual encounter. She began hunting alongside them occasionally, learning the tricks of the trade from the veterans.

Eventually, a babysitter simply wasn't reliable anymore (that and it began becoming hard to explain what exactly the two did every night) and left their oldest, Riley, in charge.

But their lifestyle caught up to them- and in the worst way possible.

They left the comfort of their home in Richmond, Virginia and began traveling on the road in his 1971 Chevy Caprice, bringing only their weaponry and their grim knowledge of what would possibly happen to them should they attempt to settle down again along with them.

Cecilia noticed her husband's staring and was now looking at him weirdly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked cautiously.

"It's nothing," he replied with a small smile.

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him before turning to the window again.

Scorned women were never a good thing.

He glanced at Riley, then at Cecilia, the smile still on his lips. He had always been grateful for three things- his wife, daughter, and his beloved '71 Chevy Caprice. He had always called them his "girls"- without all three of them, he really didn't know how he would've survived after the incident and after the Apocalypse descended on them, destroying so many of his fellow hunters in the process.

After seeing so many people with broken families, he became truly thankful for his.

After hearing about the impending doom of humankind, he had simply nodded and accepted his possible fate. He had lived a good life. He had fulfilled his dream of settling down and having a family- however short it might've been.

If he was to die now, he would go away with a smile on his face and a big "Fuck you" to all the demons.

But it wasn't his time to go. Not yet.

For now, he'd keep going- until the time came for him, he'd keep walking this thorned path of his. Being a hunter had never been about roses and being a hero for him.

It was always about keeping other people from seeing what they saw everyday in their lives. For those people, demons and Lucifer were nothing but myths, bad dreams.

But for them, it was a never ending nightmare.

Gregory gripped the wheel harder and pushed the gas pedal roughly, speeding down the long road- following it to wherever it would go.

And here's the first chapter. I came up with the idea for this fanfic after creating a canon character with the last name Miller (Riley Jane Miller) in an Invisionfree RPG board and the story kinda grew from there.

I got stuck for a while in deciding a title name for this story and finally came up with one today on my birthday (I give the credit to my friends who were giving me ideas).

My apologies for not writing in such a long time. School caught up and I had too many college-related things to worry about. Alas, 'tis the life of a high school senior.

I'm in the process of writing the second chapter- I just have to run with a couple ideas and see where it takes me. But I'll give you a tiny hint as to how it'll start (since I've gotten past it already):

"Come and Get It" by AC/DC.

Until then,

/strophic