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Blue Earth, Minnesota 1995

"I can't believe it! Your parents were some of the best hunters I knew!" said Pastor Jim slumping down in a char.

"Where is Cara?" James asked.

"In her room; do you want me to come with you?"

"No thank you, this is a personal moment!" James said, his throat getting caught as he headed towards his sister's room. It wasn't exactly his sister's room it was more like the room she stayed in when the family was in town. They wanted to keep her away from the hunting life as much as possible, considering she was only five.

When James entered Cara's room he saw her sitting on her bed playing with her Barbies.

"Do you want to play?" Cara asked in a cheerful voice, She had no clue how the news James was about to tell her would change her life.

"No Kido, we need to talk!" James said, trying to keep his voice from breaking up again.

"What happed?" Cara asked in a scared voice. Usually James would have grabbed a Barbie and make her laugh so hard her side would hurt. Even though he was 16 he would play with her just to make her laugh. He always had the most fun when she was happy. So when he said that they needed to talk, Cara knew that something really bad had happened on her parents' last hunt.

James just sat there. This was the second time today he had told this story and he knew that this would be the hardest time he ever had to tell it. He was not sure how to do it.

"What happened?" Cara asked again getting even more scared.

James finely decided there was no easy way to say it. The only thing he could do was to tell her and deal with it then. So he said "You know that Dad, Mom and I went out on a job to night?"

"Yes." Cara said thinking she might have figured out what had happened and hoping against hope that she was wrong.

"Well we thought we had killed all of the vamps in the nest but we missed one and it caught Dad and Mom by surprise…!"

"No!" Cara suddenly screamed out! There was no need for James to say any more; she knew what had happened. She curled up agents the wall of her bed and sobbed.

James knew exactly how she felt. It broke his heart to see her like this, so he came and sat on the bed beside her and tried to hold her. But she just pushed him away and cried even harder. Even though he was not sure if he could do it with out choking up again, he grabbed his guitar, sat on a chair and stared playing, singing "Puff the Magic Dragon." It was one of Cara's favorite songs. He knew that if anything would comfort her that would.

Usually Cara would dance and sing right along with James. But not today. But it did cheer her up enough to stop crying and roll over and hold her arms out to James.

James sat his guitar down and came and sat down on her bed. They just held each other, knowing that life was never going to be the same.

*

Washington 1998

James was sitting up to the table at the motel room doing research on a ghost he was hunting when Cara brought him his guitar and asked, "James teach me to play!"

"I am very busy right now!" James said. But then he saw the pleading in her eyes. He just couldn't say no. So he said, "I guess I could use a brake!"

This made Cara smile the biggest smile any eight year old had ever smiled.

Oklahoma 2000

James came in from a hunt all covered in blood. Cara went to him and in a scared tone asked "What happened to you?"

"Nothing it's not my blood!" Jams said reassuring her.

"Oh; ok." Cara said, leaving James alone so he could get cleaned up, going back to the couch where she was working on home work.

James shook his head. She was probably the only 10 year old in existence who wanted to do school on a Saturday!

James walked over to Cara. "Here. Happy birthday!" he said, handing her something.

It was a knife with a thin blade with ancient writing on it and blood groves on the side with a brown wooden handle "Great-great-great grandpa's knife!" Cara said with awe, taking the knife.

James started to go back to cleaning himself up. But then Cara said, handing it back to him, "No you need it; it can kill anything. And since you are the only one in the family who is allowed to do the job, then you should keep it!"

"It is tradition that every Marten gets it on their 10th birthday. And if you are going to join me out there then you need it!" James said, looking back at her.

"You mean it?" Cara asked excitedly. She had been bugging him for days to let her help him and the answer was always no.

"Yep!" James said.

Cara went to him and gave him a big hug. She did it with so much force that it almost knocked him over.

Arizona 2010

Cara woke up and looked at the clock it said 9:00 a.m. She was surprised that the alarm had not gone off. She and James had decided last night to leave at 7:00, but then he had had a lot to drink during their celebration the night before. So he probably forgot to set it. As for her, she had passed out on her bed as soon as they had gotten back to the room (she was not much of a drinker).

"James, its time to get up!" Cara said, hitting James on the foot when he did not move. She went to the bathroom and got a cup of water and was about to throw it on him. Sometimes it was the only way to get him up. But then she noticed that he was very pale. Not wanting to believe it, she felt his pulse. She felt something wet and when she pulled her hand away it was covered in blood! With tears in her eyes she said "I promise you that I will not rest until the thing that did this is dead!

Some one suddenly appeared beside her and said in a sarcastic voice "Oh, how sad. He is dead!"

With everything Cara had, she thrust the knife at the man. The man dodged the blow with ease, and with a flick of his hand the knife was out of Cara's hand and half way across the room. As he did this he said, "You really think that pin prick will harm me!"

"What are you?" Cara said with fire in her voice. She had never seen anything that could touch the knife let alone throw it across the room!

"My name is Zachariah and I can bring your brother back to life." The man answered, even though it irritated him to be answering the questions of a mud monkey!

Despite herself Cara's heart leapt with joy. But she knew that things like this come at a price. So she asked, "What do you want in return?"

"Oh, nothing much; I just want you to kill Sam Winchester!"

"The man who started the apocalypse?"

"That's him!"

Normally Cara would have never imaged killing a hunter. It did not matter what they had done, but her brother was dead and she was so desperate to have him back, that she would do anything. So she said, "Ok!"

"What? I didn't quite catch that?" Zachariah said, but of course he had heard her.

"I said Ok I will do it you…!"

"Cara! Language, language! Now I am going to touch you with my two fingers and send you back to the second week in April of 2005!" Zachariah said, as he moved his fingers towards Cara's head.

"What? I thought I was going to do it here?"

"No. He is more vulnerable that week. Now are you going to sit there questioning this deal, or are we going to get it over with? I have other people who'd do it willingly, if you changed your mind." Zachariah said, getting ready to leave.

"What? Fine. I will do it, and no more questions!" Cara said. Zachariah moved his hand towards her head again "But I want to see that James is ok before I go!" Cara continued.

"Fine. If you don't succeed James drops dead the same instant!" Zachariah said, touching James.

Suddenly James took a deep breath and sat up.

Cara went to him and gave him a hug and said "Oh, thank goodness you're back!"

"Yeah." James said, in a suspicious tone, gasping for air. "But it is kind of hard to breath with you smothering me!"

"Oh, sorry." Cara said stepping back.

"It's ok. But what happened?"

"Well you were kind of…"

"Dead!" James said, finishing Cara's sentence. "Cara what did you do?" James asked her. He knew there was only one way to bring back the dead.

Then James saw something that made his blood boil. It was Zachariah and he said "You! You did….?"

But before he could finish, Zachariah had touched Cara's head and she was hurling through time.

*

It felt like every piece of Cara's skin was being pulled off all at once. Then in the blink of an eye, it was over.

Cara found her self lying on a side walk in a small town. She knew it was small because of the lack of traffic.

There was a news paper in a stand right next to her. She looked at the date to see how many days she had to prepare. But what she saw made her heart sink. It said, "November 2, 2004." She looked up towards Heaven (which was the direction she had come from) and shouted, "It's six months too early you douche bag!" Shouting even louder, she said ones again, "Six months!"

I know that Dean and Sam were not in this at all but remember, it is only the prologue. I promise they will both be in the next chapter!

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