Disclaimer: I own nothing from Supernatural. No Dean. No Sammy. No John. And No Impala. ::is sad:: I do however own pretty much every other character in this story. Oh and the main house I'm using in this story belongs to my father.

A/N: This story should have at least 2 or 3 chapters to help people understand what's happening in the actual story. So this is just the prologue of a two or three story series. Enjoy.

A/N 2: I UPDATED!!! AHAHAHA!!!

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Setting: Washington/Becket, Massachusetts.
Date: November 18, 1990

Dean Winchester, eleven years old, wished he was at his friends house. They had been in the Berkshires for almost three months and he had gotten a few new friends since being there. He and his little brother, Sammy, had been invited over to the Lassiter's home, but his father had other plans for him. John Winchester had let Sam go, but told Dean he had to come on the hunt with him.

The main reason for the Winchesters being in the Berkshires, was to hunt down a werewolf that has been attacking the towns civilians for three days for the past five months. John had found the headline in the morning newspaper and decided that we should check it out. Although he didn't think that they would be here for this long. He thought it would just take a few nights to catch and kill, but the thing had proven to be a little sneakier than he imagined.

Here they are three months later, in the woods, hunting the same exact werewolf that they had been when they got here. It was weird for Dean, because he found himself caring less and less for the hunt and craved to be just like his friends, normal. He wanted to be a normal kid, but every time he was invited to sleep over his father would drag him off on a hunt.

By the time Dean and his father had gotten to the designation where the werewolf was normally seen, it was growing dark. The sun finally setting behind the assortment of trees in the old, damp woods. They began walking through the woods, carefully setting their feet on the ground trying not to make a sound. About ten minutes into the woods, John stopped in front of his son, turning slowly to face him and held his hand to his lips. The sound of a twig snapping behind them caused them to turn with the weapons raised.

"Don't shoot!" A small voice called out as the weapons were pointed at him.

"Cain?! Blake?!" Dean whispered in a soft yet harsh voice as he lowered his weapon. "What are you two doing here?"

"We could ask you the same thing man. You said you weren't feeling well hence the reason why you couldn't sleep over Cain's." Blake, a small blond headed boy, said as he lowered his hands and took a step towards Dean.

Dean tried to think of something to say but instead he just stared at them for a few seconds before adjusting his eyes to look behind his two friends at the figure that was lurking closer to them.

"What the hell are you boys doing out here at this time of night?!" John Winchester voice bellowed quietly through out the forest as he stepped behind the two boys, Blake and Cain.

"We saw you two coming in here Sir. We just wanted to see what you two were doin' is all." Cain said, in a voice a little louder than Dean and John had spoken in,. He tipped his head up towards the man with a gun stilled raised in the air, and smiled weakly.

"We didn't mean to disturb you or anything sir, we were just curious is all."

"Curious?! Do you boys know what you have gotten yourselves into-?" Dean looked at his father, who eyes were focused on something behind Dean "Dean… get down." Dean barely had time to duck before his father started shooting his gun off in his direction and quickly walked towards him.

"RUN!" John's voice bellowed throughout the forests darkness, gunshots followed closely after as all three boys took off running. Blake, using his long legs to stride through the forest with ease, followed by Dean and then Cain.

Dean heard the cry before he realized what happened. He looked back watching as Cain fell over a dead branch that had fallen off one of the many trees.

"Cain?!" Dean's mind didn't have the time to process what was going on, as he quickly turned around and started running back towards his fallen friend. He heard the crunching of leaves, knowing that they were from Blake, and looking back quickly, he noticed that Blake had never stopped running in the direction of safety.

Dean tripped over branch, Cain, got to get to Cain, the only thought that had gone through his mind as he tried to get back up. Growling sounded , and the sound of branches snapping under a heavy weight stopped Dean from moving.

He saw the yellow eyes, appearing behind Cain, the sound of the sick snarl from the evil creature, then the last sounds he heard was the painful screams of his fallen friend and the sound of a body being dragged across the ground.

He tried to run after hi friend but was picked up off the ground by his father. H struggled to get away from his father, tried everything he could to get free, to be able to get to his friend. But all he could do was struggle and feel the wind in his hair as his father ran towards his truck that was waiting near the road.

A/N: Did that make sense? 'Cause the last time I wrote this story… it didn't make sense. So tell me if it made sense to you okie? So review me, 'cause reviews are like caffeine for me. :D