This first chapter introduces the main character. If you want to skip it be my guest. :P I not please enjoy! ^^

And yes I knooow I said I wouldn't update another fic until I finished all the others... But ideas come and go and before you know it poof they're gone so I had to write this one before I forgot everything! So yeah! Please review!


Prologue: Springs and Spirals


I was told once, that when you're missing a piece of yourself, an aching, gut wrenching hollowness always takes over. And until you find the link that completes your very soul that horrific feeling will never go away, dragging you further and further into the abyss between reality and imagination.

Most people would find a way to fill the void by a string of meaningless relationships, food, maybe even a simple hobby of some kind, like sports, crafting, creating stuffed animals? I dunno! Just living their normal, boring and no doubt happy life. But I'm not 'most people' and whether it's a good thing or not, there is no way I'm normal.

Not that it bothers me, I am who I want to be, and nothing anyone says will persuade me otherwise. I don't want to be 'normal', I want to be who I am. I want to be me! Even if that means living this life of danger and excitement.

What does bother me though, is something I don't even know. Something from my past that's been locked away deep in the back of my mind since I was a child and it feels like it's trying to rip me apart from the inside every god damned time I think about it.

Nevertheless, I can't deny that I've adjusted rather well to the life that had been forced upon me. Its known fact that we don't chose the predicament of our own lives but in this almost ridiculous case I can't help but wonder if I had this coming all along. Not that I'm complaining, I mean it's only these past few weeks that have been overly stressful, (complete understatement, if you ask me. Traumatic is probably the right word there) but we'll get to that in a minute.

To cut short this clearly too long and slightly depressing introduction, let me introduce myself. My name is Lydia Fray. I've always been able to keep a calm and level head whenever I'm in a rough situation, which seems to be every day now that I think of it. At times like this, however, my serenity seems to be fading away by the minute.

One thing's for sure though. I am an extremely determined person. No matter what, I will push through limits and adversity to try and get what I want. I'd fight whoever I had to, to keep the people I love safe. Beyond that, I would do everything and anything for them. Even if I meant giving up my own life.

My long dark hair contrasted with my always tan less skin as I admired the flames before me, curling and swaying, flicking this way and that, crackling as they burnt the dry wood; their constant dancing calming my nerves.

I'd trudged through the snow for what seemed like hours, coming home from my 'job', if you could even call it that, and now I basked in the warmth of the cozy living room. Do I sound like a normal, boring person yet? Good.

Bitter cold existed behind the closed doors. To me, it's always seemed like two sides of a coin: the first being wet, miserable weather, where only the snow falling in a dizzying speed existed; And inside, where I instantly felt as if I'd stepped into a warm bath, where I only had to peer out of the window to see the world covered in blanket of white and shadows.

Despite being so cozy, as the fire cast long shadows over the tatty rug, this was my least favorite time of day. Alone with my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried to block them out, I just couldn't fight them. Maybe it'd be easier if I knew what I was fighting...

I did know, however, that it wasn't the same type of chilly feeling you'd feel in winter as a gust of wind brushed passed you, but more like the random shivers in the heat of summer, that causes your skin to crawl. Almost like a ghost running right through me, yet somehow colder.

Why do I feel like this, you ask? Well... Triggers were pulled and people were killed. Strange things happened, bad choices were made, and poof, I'm spiraling down a slippery road of darkness and shadows filled with monsters and demons. At least that's what I think it is. Ever since I was a child I've had that feeling... Did anyone warn me of this when I was a child, screaming about the monster under my bed?

I can answer that question easily... One simple word that would define my entire life. No. No one ever told me anything unless it was a basket full of freshly made up and pathetic lies. See, I was the kind of child who decided to take things into my own hands.

When I was seven, I remember taking a small glance under my bed after a nightmare and it was right then and there that I found it... Everything changed from that moment on. If I hadn't looked I'd either be dead or actually be that clueless boring happy person I'm so envious of these days. I killed the monster before it killed me. How, you wonder? I have no idea. Instinct some would call it. Luck is what a seven year old with a sharp edged silver music box would call it.

My skeptical parents called it madness. This is the downward spiral part of my life. Telling my parents that I actually got rid of a bloodthirsty monster which for some stupid reason only I could see was too much for them to handle. So I was sent away... Somewhere with lights that blinded you every time you opened your eyes, where the air around you either smelt of death or blood.

I spent the last ten years in a mental hospital. Believe it or not but this is where my life actually had meaning. Sure it took a while but you can blame Sam and Dean for the delay. I overheard them one day, talking about demons, ghosts and a monster walking the halls of the mad house. This intrigued me, knowing that I wasn't the only one who'd seen what everyone else believed to be impossible.

So I introduced myself, told them my story... Then I helped them "solve the case". It was exhilarating, hunting down my first- I mean second monster. Ever since that day, three years ago the spiral turned into a spring and I've just risen higher and higher, living with the two brothers as though I myself was a part of their family.

My daily routine now is, wake up, have breakfast (On good days anyway), wash, find a case, drive for hours in Dean's beautiful '67 Chevrolet Impala , work the case for maybe a week or less until we crack it, drive back to the motel and sleep until the next one. Putting it like that doesn't sound too difficult but lately that's all it's ever been.

Recent events may have caused the spring to pull open into a straight line of endless horrors. Sam killed Lilith, and unknowingly to us she was the last seal to the devil's cage. The bloody devil! Of all things... It's 'apocalypse now', archangel style and we started it. Michael and Lucifer are going to turn our world into a pile of burning aches and rubble and now it's up to us to put an end to it. Yet I can't help but think that there's something else... Something from my past that's resurfacing. And it terrifies me.


Lucifer will be here very soon. Don't give up on me just yet! ;)

FYI, he's gonna be a right asshole in this story. Probably even more so then my other fics. So you've got that to look foward to haha

- LyrisaLove