A/N: Hello! This is my first supernatural fic and I'm a little nervous because I put a lot of thought into this so it's my baby so please be gentle! This is just the prologue and it's pretty lengthy, but I promise the following chapters will be shorter, I just wanted to make sure to give a hearty background to lead you into this crossover! I hope you enjoy it!

It was a late winter night at the University of Kansas. John Winchester had just finished studying for his finals and was leaving the library to get some much needed rest when he noticed a young woman walking alone. She was smaller in stature and looked out of place on the college campus in the middle of the night. Thinking this was an unsafe position for any woman to be in, and given the fact that she was walking in the direction of his dormitory, John decided to follow her at a safe distance. After a while, John noticed that the girl began to pick up speed and then disappeared altogether behind a row of hedges.

Perplexed and worried that he just unwittingly caused the downfall of a poor young woman, John carefully approached the hedge, praying there wasn't an armed gunman awaiting him on the other side. As he was rounding the corner of the hedge, the girl jumped out at him, causing him to jump back several feet in pure shock. She was silent as she stared at him with a daring look in her eyes. Her body was poised and ready to pounce at the slightest movement. John recognized her apprehension and attempted to lighten the situation with a cheerful introduction.

"Hello there! I'm sorry if I scared you back there. I'm not a stalker, I swear, my name's John Winchester, I go to school here and I noticed you walking alone and I—well, I wanted to make sure you made it to your destination safely, that's all." John could feel his heartbeat pounding and hoped that the beautiful woman in front of him couldn't hear it.

The girl relaxed slightly, but was still visibly tense. John couldn't tell if this was because of the present situation or something that had happened to her before their encounter. Then she spoke, "I can take care of myself." Her words were icy and detached, but not at all malicious. The muscles in her arms twitched and John could see now that she was quite muscular, not small and fragile like he originally assumed.

"I see that; my mistake. Have a nice night…" John trailed off hoping she would fill in the blank with her own name.

"Mary." She provided. Her muscles relaxed, but she kept her hand hovered over her belt where John assumed she kept mace in case he tried anything.

"That's a beautiful name." John said. After that a heavy silence settled between the two of them and John figured the conversation was over, so he wished Mary a good night and continued walking back to his dormitory.

"John," Mary called after him, halting his footsteps. He whirled around to face her and she forced a smile. "Would it be alright if I walked with you?"

John chuckled. "Decide that you want a guardian angel after all?"

Mary rolled her eyes. "I'm not the one who needs protecting, jumpy."

John blushed. "I was hoping you didn't see that."

Mary laughed, but then quickly reassured him, "It was adorable."

John could sense that Mary was much more at ease as the two of them began walking back to his dorm, so he kept the conversation going, "So Mary, do you go to school here?"

Mary frowned. Her hands were still positioned at her belt, but her eyes fell to her shoes, as if she was ashamed of the question, or more likely, her answer to the question. "No. My parents won't allow it."

John frowned as well, moving his hands to the straps of his backpack. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know what it's like to have controlling parents. My father wanted me to major in criminal justice and become a partner at his law firm, but I'm much more interested in journalism."

Mary laughed and looked back up at John. "I'm sorry, but that's nothing compared to my parents. It's not just a matter of 'family business' with them. They don't see the point in education for people like us."

"What do you mean?" John asked curiously.

Mary's blue eyes sparkled with innocence and her gaze settled on John with an intensity that made him worry he had overstepped his bounds, but then she replied, "I didn't mean to sound pretentious. My family life is nothing to boast about. It's hard to explain, and I probably shouldn't be talking to you about this, but my ancestors have all believed themselves to be superior to most people just because we tend to be—gifted."

John nodded. "I get what you're saying. It can be tough living in a family of prodigies."

Mary chuckled. "We're probably the furthest thing from prodigies."

"I'm sure that's not true. I may have only known you all of five minutes, but I can tell you're brilliant and I'm sure they are too." John insisted.

"Thanks, but you don't know them like I do. They can be pretty dense. Most of the time they think brawn is better than brains. Not that having brains means anything when you are overpowered by a—Never mind." Mary shook her head and glanced around; as if she were worried she might be seen talking to this strange man that she just met on a college campus in the middle of the night.

They were now outside of John's dormitory and he would have invited Mary inside had he not noticed Mary's sudden shift in demeanor and thought better of it. "Well, it was very nice meeting you, Mary. I hope you have a nice night." As he headed up the walk toward his dorm, he turned to see that Mary had not left his side.

Mary looked like she was trying to piece together what to say in her head before she finally blurted out the words, "For what it's worth, I'm glad you started following me and I'm really glad I met you tonight. I was having a pretty shitty day and you just made it a thousand times better." With that she leaned forward and gave John a light peck on the cheek before vanishing into the darkness.

John stared at the spot that she had stood a moment before, perplexed and silently cursed himself for not asking for her number. The woman of his dreams might have just walked in and out of his life in the same instant and he did nothing to stop her from leaving.

Two weeks passed by and John hadn't seen any trace of Mary since the night they'd met. He hadn't expected to see her again, but deep down he hoped that she had felt the same connection that he had and would show up in his life once more.

One day, a week after finals were over, John was packing his things when he happened to glance outside his window and see a familiar figure sitting out on the park bench. John blinked his eyes several times to make sure his imagination wasn't running away with him, but sure enough it was her, still as a statue, her regal beauty entranced him for a moment before he shook himself out of his reverie. Quickly, before she disappeared again, John rushed outside to meet her.

Mary wasn't sure how long she had been sitting on the bench before she noticed John walking out towards her. Her nose was reddened from the cold and she could hardly feel her extremities, but her suspicions about the young man before her were confirmed: he had the Sight. It hadn't been long since she applied the glamour rune to her forearm and felt the familiar tingling as it took effect, shielding her from the eyes of all mundane beings save a select few. Mary was very practiced at applying runes to herself; she often drew a glamour rune on her arm and meandered around the college campus as she had the night she met John Winchester, observing and admiring the behaviors of young adults with their whole lives stretched out before them. She would watch these students and envy them, for unlike her, they were not confined to the life of a shadowhunter.

"I have to be honest; I never thought I'd see you again." John's kind, cheery words snapped Mary out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, well, I figured I'd give you a second chance." Mary winked.

John raised an eyebrow, "A second chance for what?"

"To ask me out… That is the real reason you started stalking me that night, isn't it?" Mary smirked when John cringed at the memory, "So are you going to ask me or what?"

John chuckled nervously. He definitely was not used to women being so blunt with him, but he had to admit he loved how cocky this girl was. "Well, I was just about to head home for the holidays, but if I'm home early my father will most certainly put me to work at his law firm, so how about we see a movie this weekend?"

Mary frowned, "I don't want you to change your plans just for me..."

"Please, you'd be doing me a favor. Plus, I don't mind changing my plans for such a pretty girl as you." John smiled shyly.

Mary grinned from ear to ear. "Great, then it's a date!"

The next two weeks passed by fast and slow simultaneously. John and Mary spent almost every waking second together, telling each other things they had never told anyone before. Mary told John all about her shadowhunter heritage and how much she resented fighting demons and John promised her he would take her away from it all when he graduated college. Mary's suspicions of John having the Sight were further confirmed when he admitted to her that he had seen a demon as a child and even smelled the dank scent of garbage which was a strong indicator of demon presence, though his father had dismissed it as an overactive imagination and a messy room.

After spending Christmas at home with his folks, John returned to school and spent New Year's Eve with Mary. As the ball dropped at midnight John made a resolution with himself that he would spend the rest of his life with this woman. He had fallen hard and fast and he could no longer imagine his life without her. John decided this was the woman he wanted to marry, and being old fashioned he wanted to meet her parents to ask for their permission. The next day, he brought this up while lounging on the sofa in his dormitory's common room with Mary.

"So when am I going to meet your parents?" John asked, tucking a loose tendril of Mary's hair behind her ear.

Mary suddenly sat upright. John had not seen her this tense since the night they'd met. "Why do you want to meet them?"

"I just figured it was about time. Aren't your parents curious about whom you're dating?"

Mary was chewing her bottom lip nervously. "Actually..."

"You haven't told them about me." John finished for her, his confidence quickly deflating. Maybe she wasn't as confident in their relationship as he was. Perhaps he was just a fling for her.

"It's not you, it's them." Mary defended.

John laughed. "Yeah, I've heard that one before."

"No, I'm serious." Mary looked wary. "They are very judgmental and extremely persuasive. I just don't want them to get to you."

"I'm sure they can't be that bad." John insisted.

Mary gave him a stern look. "They aren't bad people. They're actually really nice. That's the problem. They act kind and treat you like a member of the family and then they use backhanded compliments to get in your head and convince you to do something you don't really want to do."

"Sounds like my father." John muttered begrudgingly, then his tone softened, "I understand if you don't want me to meet them. I just figured I ought to know the people I'm stealing you away from." He winked, reminding her of his promise.

Mary sighed. "When you put it that way it actually sounds logical."

John smirked, knowing that was exactly the reason he brought it up.

"I hope I don't regret this. I'll set something up for next weekend." Mary conceded.

John kissed Mary on the forehead. "I love you."

"Yeah I know." Mary stuck out her tongue childishly.

The following weekend, Mary met John at his dormitory and they drove to her parents' house together. John had picked up a bouquet of white lilies as a peace offering for Mary's mother despite her protests.

"You really don't have to butter them up. There's going to be plenty of that tonight." Mary argued.

John clucked his tongue. "This isn't the first time I've met a girl's parents, Mary. I know that I need to make a good impression, especially since…" He trailed off as they approached the front door and he felt a sudden lump forming in his throat.

Mary turned to face John. "Change your mind? It's not too late to back out. I can tell them you had a family emergency and we can spend tomorrow together…"

"Mary," John said sternly. "I'm not backing out, just nervous. I've never been in love when I've met a girl's parents before, that's all."

John smiled and stared deep into Mary's eyes which only caused her to fall deeper under his spell. Mary stood on her tiptoes to give John a quick, tender peck on the lips before turning back to the door and inserting her key into the lock.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold Mary's parents were upon them like vultures.

"They're here! Oh, I've been anxious about this meeting all week, hello dear, I'm Deanna and this is my husband Samuel. Welcome to our home." Mary's mother seemed very flustered and John could see where Mary got her nervous babbling from.

"John Winchester, it's a pleasure to meet you ma'am." At this point John offered over the bouquet of lilies. Deanna took them graciously and disappeared into the kitchen to find a vase for them, tittering excitedly about what a gentleman John was as she went.

Mary's father was much less inviting. He stood stoically in the foyer glaring down at John, almost unblinking.

After a while of silence between the two men, John spoke up and extended his hand for the older man to shake, "It is nice to meet you as well, sir."

The older man accepted the handshake, but stayed silent until their hands parted. "You know, John, when animals fight the one that initiates contact is generally the one that loses the battle."

"Dad, can we please not with the wild animal metaphors tonight?" Mary begged.

John shrugged. "I don't mind losing battles as long as I win the wars."

Samuel's hard exterior shattered as he cracked a smile. "I like you're thinking, boy. Come, I'll show you my arsenal in the den."

"You have your weapons on display?" John asked through the lump that was beginning to reform in his throat.

Samuel's booming laugh could be heard from the other room. "Where else would I keep them?"

At that moment Deanna requested Mary's assistance in the kitchen so John started to join Samuel in the den, but not before Mary squeezed his hand and wished him luck. John got the usual lecture about treating Mary right or her father would have his head, though this time it was slightly more severe. Mary had explained all about shadowhunters and their customs in an attempt to prepare him for this meeting, but it didn't quite prepare him for the sheer intensity of Samuel, who seemed menacingly friendly, if that were even possible.

When dinner was ready everyone sat down to eat and at first the conversations ceased while the plates were piled with food. Then everyone was busy stuffing their mouths, but the peace was broken by Samuel's gruff voice.

"So, John, how many demons have you killed?"

John nearly choked on his mouthful of food.

"Samuel, no hunter discussion at the dinner table, you know that!" Deanna scolded.

John took a sip of his drink and glanced at Mary who gave him an I-told-you-so look.

"It's a simple question, Deanna. It doesn't have to launch a heated debate." Samuel insisted, shoveling more food into his mouth.

Deanna reprimanded her husband again, "Save it for after dinner, I won't tell you again!" Her voice was shrill and annoyed and Samuel backed off for the remainder of the meal.

When everyone was finished eating, Mary started to clear the table and John stood up to help her when Deanna shooed him away. "No, no, you're the guest, you sit while I go get dessert."

John smiled politely, "Oh, I don't know if I'll have room, that dinner was fantastic, Deanna."

Mary's mother smiled back warmly and proceeded to pass out dessert plates anyway. As Deanna was serving up the confection, Samuel turned to John and once again interrogated him on his kill count.

Deanna held up the knife she was using to serve the angel food cake and waved it at her husband, "What did I tell you?!"

"You said to save the discussion until after dinner, but we are no longer eating dinner." Samuel explained as he sat back in his chair looking smug.

Deanna's face turned bright red and John feared her head might actually explode if he didn't step in soon.

"It's okay, really, it's a simple question." John assured. "And actually, I'm not—"

John was cut off when Mary jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow and gave him a sidelong glance, warning him not to finish his statement.

Unfortunately Samuel knew his daughter too well. "Now Mary, let the boy finish. You're not what?" There was a glint of suspicion in the older man's eyes that chilled John to his core. Maybe he was better off heeding his girlfriend's unspoken advice.

"I was just going to say that I'm not comfortable disclosing the number of demons that I've killed." John covered.

Samuel scoffed. "Like hell you aren't."

John frowned, "I beg your pardon, sir?"

"You think I'm stupid, boy?" The fire behind Samuel's eyes was dangerously fierce.

"Of course I don't, sir. I just don't think as shadowhunters we should boast about our spoils." John amended.

Samuel grunted, "Don't use that word as if you are one of us. I saw your hand when I shook it, you're no shadowhunter!"

John glanced down at his hands, then back up at Samuel in confusion. Suddenly it dawned on him when Samuel displayed the back of his own right hand which prominently showed the Voyance rune etched permanently on his skin in black ink. John shot a concerned glance at Mary who was grimacing.

Deanna cleared her throat. "That's enough, Samuel. Leave the poor boy alone this instant!"

"Did you know our daughter brought a mundane into our home, Deanna?" Samuel asked.

"As a matter of fact, I did. Mary told me all about John while we were preparing dinner. He's a very fine young man who happens to have the Sight and whom our daughter loves very much." Deanna replied coolly.

"Oh, you love him do you, sweetheart?" Samuel asked with a cutting edge to his voice.

"I do." Mary's voice was small and quiet. John had never heard her so timid before.

Samuel turned his attention to John then. "And you. Do you love my daughter?"

Unlike Mary at this moment, John had never felt more confident so he proudly stated, "With all my heart."

Samuel nodded. "So you want to marry her then?"

"If she'll have me," John answered.

Mary suddenly did not like where this conversation was headed; her father looked entirely too pleased by John's admittance that he wanted to marry her.

Mary's voice cracked as she asked, "I pray to the Angel you aren't thinking what I think you are, daddy."

Samuel ignored his daughter and continued grilling John. "So you plan to ascend?"

John stared at the older man, dumbstruck. Mary had never mentioned anything about ascension when she told him about her heritage. Mary saved him from responding though, "No, he doesn't."

Samuel finally turned his attention to his daughter. "I think the boy can speak for himself, Mary."

"I think you should keep your nose out of other people's business, old man." Mary snapped, sounding more like herself.

"You better watch your tone, young lady. You still live under my roof." Samuel retorted.

"Fuck your roof! John wants no part in this life and neither do I! As soon as John graduates we're moving as far away from this accursed place as possible!" Mary was seething mad with tears in her eyes as she stared down her father who met her gaze with equal intensity.

Deanna wailed, "Please stop fighting! Nobody is making any decisions tonight, let's all just go into the den and try to calm down."

Samuel sighed and glanced quickly at the dessert still sitting on the table waiting to be served. He turned his gaze to focus on his wife and apologized for his behavior and stormed out of the room.

When her father was out of earshot Mary turned to John and pleaded with him to leave before things got much worse. John however would not let things end this way with his future in-laws. Even if he was taking Mary away from this life forever, he did not want to be remembered for breaking up a somewhat happy home.

"I'm just going to go speak with your father. I might be able to talk some sense into him." John kissed Mary on the forehead and started off toward the den when she grasped his arm in her hands and held him back.

"Please don't. We aren't like mundanes; you really don't have to make a good impression on my parents." Mary said.

"You're right; you aren't a mundane, which is why you don't understand that I have to do this. I have to let him know you'll be taken care of with me. I owe him that much." John brought his hand up to caress Mary's cheek and she placed her own hand over his affectionately.

"Be careful." She whispered.

"I always am," He assured her.

In the den, Samuel was sitting in a tall backed leather armchair sipping from a glass of whiskey. When John entered the room he looked up only briefly before focusing his attention back to the ice in his drink. John stood a few feet away, watching Samuel carefully for any signs of hostility.

"I just wanted to say I understand your reluctance to accept me into your family. It's hard for any father to accept that his daughter is growing up and no longer needs him anymore." John started to explain.

Samuel groaned, "Not that I don't appreciate a good cliché speech, but you really have no idea what you are talking about." He took a swig of his whiskey before continuing, "Don't you dare try to tell me my baby girl doesn't need me. You have no idea the difficulties our kind face."

John tried to refrain from rolling his eyes out of respect. "That's where you're wrong. She's told me all about your kind. About how dangerous it is to have to fight demons that 90% of the world can't see, let alone appreciate the people that are rescuing them."

"So then you realize that because of her blood, she will never be free from the Clave and any children you will have with her are technically their property."

John raised an eyebrow at Samuel's asinine words. "What is the Clave? Mary never mentioned them."

Samuel finished off his whiskey and set his glass down. "Simply put, it's our government."

"What kind of government takes possession of its people's children?" John asked, outraged.

"Pretty fucked up, ain't it? That's the law though. Shadowhunter blood is a rare and precious thing, so our leaders feel the need to control it." Samuel stated matter-of-factly.

"Don't the kids have any choice in the matter?" John inquired.

"Of course they do, every year after their twelfth birthday the child is offered the chance to leave their family for the Clave, but they'd have to cut all ties." Samuel replied.

"That's bullshit." John declared, clenching his hands into fists. "Someone ought to do something about it."

"There's nothing you can do, it is the law. There are other options within the confines of the law though." Samuel mentioned casually.

"Ascension," John guessed.

Samuel smiled up at the younger man. "Precisely; are you aware of how it works?"

"No, but Mary didn't seem to like the idea." John remarked.

"Mary can be a bit dramatic. Really, it's your best option if you want to keep your family together." Samuel stated nonchalantly.

John was becoming increasingly agitated with Samuel's indifference, "Are you going to tell me whatever it is you're getting at or are you just going to keep me guessing?"

"Very well, ascension is an arduous task completed by mundanes in order to become shadowhunters. I'm not going to lie and say it is an easy feat; many who attempt to ascend fail, but you seem strong and dedicated enough to succeed." Samuel explained.

John almost laughed out loud. "Mary warned me you'd try to do this. Use backhanded compliments in order to manipulate me into doing your bidding."

Samuel smirked. "Am I though? We both know you will do what is best for Mary. Do you really want to take her away from her mother? What happens if you are out working at your mundane job and she needs help with the children? Do you think you will be able to get to them before tragedy strikes?"

"Enough!" John was beyond angry. This was all a game to Samuel, yet still John couldn't help wondering if maybe somewhere in that thick skull the old man had a point.

"All I'm saying is consider it." Samuel muttered just as Mary walked into the room.

"I heard shouting, is everything okay?" Mary asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

John took her hand in his. "Everything's fine. I think I'm ready to go now. It was… something meeting you, Samuel."

Samuel chuckled, "Pleased to make your acquaintance as well, John Winchester."

Three weeks passed before John proposed to Mary. She was elated and of course said yes. This was when John brought up the idea of ascension again. He had been studying The Shadowhunters Codex in his free time and became fascinated with the culture. Mary's mood almost immediately turned sour.

"Are you crazy?! You could die! At best you'd go insane!" Mary shrieked.

"That only happens to the weaker mundanes." John argued.

"Who are you? You're calling your own race mundane! You sound like my father." Mary gasped, "That's it isn't it. He got to you! I knew I shouldn't have let you talk to him alone."

John grasped both of Mary's hands in his own and stared deep into her eyes. "He didn't get to me. It's still me, your stalker. I just can't help but wonder…"

"You wonder if you'd be happier as a shadowhunter than a mundane." Mary said in a cold, dead voice.

"Not happier, just safer. I want to be able to protect you." John confessed.

Mary could feel the tears threatening to form behind her eyes. "You don't need to protect me. I just need you to love me. Is that not enough for you?"

John wiped away a single tear that fell from her eye. "Of course it is. I'm sorry I mentioned it. I won't bring it up again."

Mary could hear the disappointment in his tone even as he said the words and she knew she couldn't hold him to that promise. He actually genuinely wanted to be a shadowhunter. Who was she to crush his dreams?

"Are you sure this is really what you want?" Mary asked.

John kissed her soft lips and nuzzled her cheek with his nose. "All I want is you."

Mary pulled away from him. "I don't want you to resent me. If you truly want to ascend, you can."

John sat upright. "I do. I've wanted this more than I've wanted anything in my life," He took a moment to trace the outline of her lips with his thumb, "Well, almost anything."

John's training commenced the following day. He pushed himself mentally and physically in the weeks to follow leading up to his ascension. He ended up dropping out of school to focus more on his training. Mary helped by sparring with him and she had to admit he was pretty damn good.

Soon the day came and although nerves ran high when John drank from the mortal cup, he passed with flying colors and officially became a fully fledged shadowhunter.

Not long after his ascension, Mary and John were married. The ceremony was a small one, but a traditional shadowhunter wedding nonetheless. Soon after the wedding, Mary announced she was pregnant. Mary and John had their own place at that point, but while she was with child John insisted she stay with her parents while he was out hunting so that she would be safe.

Meanwhile, John was making quite the name for himself among the demon realms. Almost every night he would be out hunting and slaying the 'scum of the earth'. The name Winchester became simultaneously hated and feared among the entire demon world.

Four years passed and all seemed to be going well. John got along much better with Samuel and Mary appreciated having her mother to help out with her rambunctious son, Dean. Everything was almost perfect and Mary was beginning to think the life of a shadowhunter was not all that bad. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. One night while John was out on a hunt, the Campbell household was attacked by a flurry of demons. The adults fought hard to protect their home, but Deanna and Samuel were killed in the attack. Mary managed to flee with Dean before the next wave of demons attacked. When John returned to find the house in ruins and both of his in-laws dead, he feared the worst for his wife and son. Fortunately the family was reunited and fled together to a state where there was less demon activity. Mary soon found out she was pregnant with their second child and after what happened back in Kansas, John vowed to stop hunting so that he would be able to protect his growing family.

Things quieted down for a time and baby Sam was brought into a healthy, happy family. Regrettably, six months after Sam was born one of the surviving demons from the attack on the Campbell house found the Winchesters. He was in the nursery when Mary discovered him.

"Sammy! Please, leave him alone. He's just a baby!" Mary sobbed, begging for her newborn's life.

The demon stroked baby Sam with a long, thin finger and grimaced at Mary. "Why should I? You and your wretched husband slaughtered my kin with no remorse."

Sam began to fuss in his crib and Mary crooned to him before returning her attention to the demon. "We haven't been hunting anymore. We just want to be left alone. Please, have mercy."

"Mercy? Bah!" The demon scoffed. "You realize you are talking to the 'scum of the earth' as your husband puts it?"

"Please, whatever you want from me just take it, but leave my baby boy out of it, he's an innocent!" Mary begged.

The demon laughed. It was a harsh, metallic sound. "Very well, you wish to plead the life of your infantile son? I shall take yours instead!"

Mary was shaking with fear as she whispered, "No. There must be another way."

The demon guffawed. "I'm all out of sympathy at the moment, but I'm starving for vengeance. Will you take my offer or not?"

Mary stared the demon dead in the eye. "Promise you will leave my family alone. Have your vengeance with me and leave this place and never come back!"

The demon groaned, "Fine."

The demon did not keep his promise though. After he took Mary's life, as if he were still hungry for vengeance, he set their house on fire. John raced into the nursery to rescue Sam who had begun wailing at the top of his lungs and sprinted to Dean's room, placing the infant in his eldest son's arms and telling him to run outside as fast as he could. John made his way back to the nursery to retrieve his wife's body, but it was too late; the blaze consumed the entire room and there was nothing left of poor Mary Winchester.

John wasted no time in piling his boys into his 1967 Chevy Impala and drove until he found salvation at the Nebraska Institute run by Ellen and Bill Harvelle. John stayed at the Institute with the boys for a while before he began growing restless and took off on regular hunting trips to try and track down the demon that killed Mary. Bill and John had grown close over the course of the two years that the Winchesters lived at the Institute, so Bill joined him on these trips.

Meanwhile, the boys were raised for the most part by Ellen who had a child of her own not long after John and Bill started hunting together. Dean, Sam, and Jo grew up to be very close and trained together to be Shadowhunters.

A/N: That's the prologue! Please leave a review with any criticisms or if you have any ideas for what you want to see in this fic! Thanks for reading!