Hey guys! So this is my prologue for my FIRST EVER Supernatural story! AAAHHHHHH!

It's following 9x11 and I'll try to stick to the storyline of the episodes as they come out, so the story will be like what happens inbetween and during the episodes. But it might turn a bit AU later on if the episodes don't fit with the story.

Hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you think! All criticism welcome too :) Xx

Also I don't own Supernatural or any recognisable characters yada yada yada...

PROLOGUE

Dean was making his way back to the crappy motel that he was crashing at when it happened. It hadn't even been two days after the whole 'mark of Cain' stint and the mark on his arm has already started to play up.

It was round midnight when it started up again; Dean was in the middle of a park just opposite to the motel. He'd stopped for a second to check his phone, half hoping Sam had called but knew he in his head that he hadn't, he hadn't heard from Cas either. The sudden pain that shot up his arm, caused his to writhe in pain, dropping his phone to the floor. Grabbing his arm tightly and collapsing onto his knees he hissed, biting the inside of his cheek to stop from yelling out. Rolling up his shirts sleeve up past his elbow, he studied the mark; it was glowing red, with veins moving up his forearm, further this time than the last.

He didn't notice sound of light running footsteps heading towards him in the dark and he didn't notice the sound of heavy breathing from the girl whom the footsteps belong to either getting louder and louder. He only felt the girl trip over his slumped body, causing both of them to fall completely to the ground; both groaning in pain and annoyance.

'What the hell?' they both said accusingly at the other. 'Why the hell are you slumped in the middle of the park?' she hissed at him, keeping her voice low.

'Why the hell are you running in the park in the middle of th-' 'SShhhh!' the girl interrupted the man with the incredibly deep voice she just met, putting her hand over his mouth, looking and listening for any sign of her chaser.

'Ok, we're good.' She sighed, standing up and brushing off her jeans. 'now answer my question.' She said to the man who was looking up at her as she put a hand on her hip.

'I-I tripped over a rock.' He said simply, standing up and clearing his throat. 'Now answer my question.' He demanded, just as voices could be heard in the distance.

'I will, but not here come on.' She said, grabbing Deans arm – his marked arm - and pulling him away from the oncoming voices.

'Ow watch it!' Dean half-whispered angrily at her, she raised an eyebrow at him and signalled for him to follow her, which he did for the reason of curiosity. The two of them crossed the street and Dean watched as she crouched behind a random car in the motel parking lot. He looked down at her confused and she looked up at him annoyed, grabbing his arm and pulling him down to the same height.

'Jesus you don't know the definition of 'hiding' do you?' she sarcastically asked him, keeping an eye out on the park. Dean went to reply but she shushed him, watching the figures that appeared under the streetlight. He raised an eyebrow when he saw they were cops and watched as she gave a sigh of relief when they seemed to give up. Smiling she stood up and looked up at the strange man before her, who was now too standing. 'Hey, thanks for that.'

'Umm sure no problem, care to tell me what that was?' she shrugged at him.

'Oh, just some cops who like to hold a grudge – are you alright?' she asked when the man before her started to sway slightly.

'Ye-yeah I'm fine' he said, closing his eyes.

'Umm no you're not.' The girl said, putting a hand on Deans arm, trying to help steady him.

'Yeah, I am - trust me.' Dean said moving away from her, but stumbling and almost falling over.

'Oh no you're not' the young girl said. Dean looked at her and saw her blue eyes, 'come on…' she said grabbing his arm and putting it around her shoulder, keeping him up. 'Where are you staying?' she asked.

Defeated Dean said 'just there.' He pointed to room 14 of the motel.

'Good, so not far; come on' she said, walking forward slowly, making sure this stranger next to her didn't collapse.

Slowly they made it into the motel room, after Dean fumbled around for 5 minutes trying to find the key. The girl guided Dean to the nearest bed out of the two and helped him down onto it; the man almost instantly falling asleep.

'What's your name?' Dean mumbled to the small figure standing over him. From what he could see from his sleepy vision, she gave a small lopsided smile.

'Rory.'