Hiya! Very first SPN fanfic, holla! I own nothing but my OCs in this story. All the other characters belong to the writers of Supernatural.

This isn't really a "chapter" per say - it's just a prologue. It's explaining everything that's happened so far in Rose's life. Next chapter will be when the story actually begins.

Hope you like it. Enjoy!


Prologue

Rosalie and Marcella Lyon were the daughters of hunters, Fiona and Harry. Both Fiona and Harry grew up as hunters, fighting off the supernatural at young ages. They met on a job in Omaha, Nebraska, and they fell in love. It wasn't exactly the easiest thing, being hunters and in love. There was the constant fear that your loved one would be there one moment and prey to a supernatural creature the next. Things got increasingly more difficult when Fiona got pregnant. That's when they made the decision. They would stop hunting. They wouldn't dare try to bring their kids in to the mess they were forced into, and they wanted to live a normal life. So, they gave up the salt and rifles for the white picket fences and living in the suburbs. On January 3rd, 1980, the first daughter, Marcella Jane Lyon was born. Four years later, on July 9th, 1984, Rosalie Grace Lyon was born. Fiona and Harry were the happiest parents alive, having two beautiful daughters. They felt like this was God – he was rewarding them for their efforts during their times as hunters. Honestly, after all the crap they went through, they deserved happiness.

For 8 years, the Lyon family was happy and normal. They watched as their daughters grew up right before their eyes, being innocent and happy-go-lucky souls. Fiona and Harry would never tell their daughters their past, in fear that the girls would attempt to pursue the life, which wasn't a good idea in the slightest. So, every time curious little Rosalie asked what they did, they always lied. Sure, lying to her would come back and bite them in the ass some time later, but at least it would keep her safe. Apparently not safe enough.

July 19th, 1988 was the fateful day when little Rosie's life was changed forever. It started off as a completely normal day – it was just like any other day. Marcella was at school, Harry was working a shift as a mechanic, Rose was running around the house in her princess dress screaming about her prince, and Fiona cleaned around the house. Marcella came home from school like she normally did, running outside to play with her friends for an hour or so. But when Harry was supposed to be due home; he didn't come. Fiona started to worry until she saw the car coming up the driveway. Fiona knew her husband the best, of course – even more than he knew himself, sometimes. So, when he didn't pay any attention to Rose at all, or even acknowledge his wife, she knew something wasn't right. Call it hunter's instinct. Knowing she had to protect her family quickly, she made a quick devil's trap underneath the bed she and Harry shared. She had been around possessed people too long to know when someone was possessed. And she was positive her husband was possessed. She waited patiently for her plan to work. However, Rose had planned to scare her parents as a joke and ran into her parent's closet, giggling softly. She left the door slightly cracked so she could see and know when to pop out. Harry came in first and sat on the bed. He paused before chuckling under his breath and looking towards the door. Rose couldn't see exactly who it was, since the door was blocking her view, but she assumed it was her mother.

"You're a smart little hunter, you are," Harry smirked, gesturing to the bed. Fiona slowly walked to the bed and stared at that – thing.

"You want to tell me why the hell you're possessing my husband," Fiona snarled, slamming the door shut, "or do I have to send your ass back downstairs?"

"Come on, sweetheart," Harry shrugged. "Send me downstairs. I've spent millenniums in there, I'm not afraid. It's my home. I am a bit home-sick."

"Why did you possess my husband?" She growled, throwing water on Harry. Harry hissed in pain, but still grinned cheekily at his wife. Rose stared with wide eyes, curious yet confused. Why was her daddy afraid of water? Why did it hurt him? Why was Mommy hurting him?

"Wrong place, wrong time, you know how it goes," Harry said, lazily. "But you're husband suits me well, I may have to stay around for a while."

"You're staying the hell away from me and my family," Fiona demanded, her vibrant green eyes flaring dangerously. "Now get the hell out of my husband."

"Oh, but why, I'm having so much fun," He snickered. "Your daughters are quite the delight. Especially the youngest – Rosalie, is it? Yes, she'll be perfect in the future."

Rose perked up at the mention of her name. She was now on her hands and knees, leaning forward, trying to get a better look, but also trying not to let herself be known. She was a bit scared now. Her daddy wasn't acting like himself and neither was mommy. She just wanted them to both stop.

"What the hell are you talking about, you sick son of a bitch?" Fiona questioned. "What are you going to do with my daughter?!"

"What am I going to do? Nothing," Harry said, plainly. "Rose will choose her own path…I'll just help her make her choice….she is destined for great things, Fiona."

"GET OUT OF MY HUSBAND!" She screeched, angrily.

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart," Harry smiled. "Oh, say a thanks to dear old Harry for letting me use his meat…you'll rejoin him in hell."

Both Fiona and Rose watched with wide eyes as Harry pulled out a knife and stabbed himself in the abdomen. Fiona's loud, agonized noise blocked out Rose's cry. Fiona angrily began yelling something Rose didn't understand and the small four year old watched with wide frightened eyes as a black smoke left her daddy's mouth and it filled the whole room, leaving with loud yelling. Harry's body fell to the ground, bloody and lifeless. Rose let out a sob as she ran out of the closet and into her mommy's arms.

"Rose?" Fiona questioned, frightened. "What did you see, baby girl?"

"I-I saw you yelling at daddy and then you said stuff and now daddy's not okay," She said, big fat tears rolling down her face.

"This is all a dream, honey," Fiona tried to get Rose to understand, "None of this happened, okay? You're dreaming and when you wake up, you won't remember. You believe Mommy don't you?"

With tear-filled eyes, Rose looked at her daddy's body, and then looked back up at her mommy. She nodded slowly. "I do believe you, Mommy."

"Good," Fiona smiled weakly, "N-Now..go..go to sleep."

"Will Daddy be okay, Mommy?" She questioned. Fiona's tears fell down her face as she plastered a fake smile on her face.

"He will, Rose. Now go to bed."

Rose nodded and ran out the room and to her sister's – Marcella – room. The older girl was fast asleep; hair sprawled across her pillow, her arms and legs laying in weird angles, the covers barely hanging onto her body, and her mouth open emitting loud snores. Rose didn't care if Marcella was asleep at the moment, she needed her sister right now. She pulled herself up onto the large bed and poked her sister's cheek.

"Marcie…Marcie..wake up," she whispered, frantically. The girl still didn't wake up. Rose huffed and began pulling Marcella's hair. Not roughly, but just enough to wake her up. Marcella groaned and tried to swat her away, but Rose was persistent. Finally, with a defeated sigh, Marcella opened her dark chocolate eyes – which were laden with fatigue and annoyance – and glared at her younger sister.

"What do you want, Rose?" She demanded, tiredly.

"Daddy got stuck on the bed and Mommy yelled at him, pouring water on him. Then Daddy stabbed himself in the tummy and Mommy yelled something. There was lotsa black smoke and Daddy fell to the ground and Mommy said it was a bad dream. But Marcie, it wasn't! It wasn't a dream!" Rose spoke quickly and frantically, shaking her head in denial.

Marcella stared at her for a moment before rolling her eyes. "God…I knew I shouldn't have given you that soda before bed…" She mumbled. "Look, Rose. Mom was right – you're dreaming. Dad's okay and you're just having a really bad dream. Go to sleep."

"No!" Rose protested. "It was real! I was hiding in the closest and it was all real!"

"Go to sleep, Rose, it's too late for this," Marcella mumbled sleepily, rolling over. "You can sleep in here but if you wet the bed again so help me God…"

Rose pouted and crawled under the blankets, hiding herself under them. It was real she said to herself in her mind. It isn't a dream. Marcella was now back to snoring, which gave Rose time to cry her eyes out. She whimpered and sniffled, hiding herself under the blanket. She cried herself to sleep.

After that fateful night, Rose was persistent on asking where her Daddy was. Fiona made up a lie that he was on a trip for his job, which Rose believed quickly. But still, Rose knew what she saw wasn't a dream. It couldn't have been. It was too real to be a dream. But she couldn't prove it and no matter what, her mother and sister would always tell her it was a wild dream. And after constantly hearing it over and over, she slowly started to believe that was the case. She had a wild dream that was, in no way whatsoever, real. When she was 10, she learned the truth. Her dad had committed suicide. Rose was devastated and had nightmares about the wild and really vivid dream she had when she was 4. The nightmares continued until she was 12, and in seventh grade. By now, she was fully convinced that she had watched her dad commit suicide and whatever else she had said was in her 'dream'.

Both Marcella and Rose grew up normally. They went to school, had friends, joined sports, did good in school. It was the life that Fiona and Harry had always wanted for their kids – for themselves. Rose was technically the more 'nerdier' of the girls – she'd rather spend time in the library then watching the latest fight break out in the halls. But she had her moments where she'd give up reading in a heartbeat. Like when she was with her friends, or playing lacrosse. Those were the times when Rose started acting like Marcella. Marcella was a smart girl – she just didn't show it. She was a popular girl, on the cheerleading squad, and was dating a football player. She was how most highschoolers were made out to be. Except, she wasn't rude just to be rude, or stuck-up or anything like that. She was considered the sweetest popular person out there. But she did have a bitchy side which she wasn't afraid of showing when it came to her sister or friends. Rose loved her sister dearly, but she hated when Marcella stuck-up for her – making it seem like she couldn't fight her own battles. So, all throughout her school years, she strived not to be compared to her sister, not to be in her shadow, and make her own name and legacy.

Rose got many scholarships to different colleges due to her high grades throughout high school – in the end she went for Harvard. Harvard was a very prestigious college and Rose was blessed to have gotten in. Marcella and Fiona were very proud of Rose for accomplishing so much in life. Rose was quite proud of herself, too. She moved out of the house when she turned 19 and lived in a dorm on campus. She had to admit, she did get home-sick sometimes, but she was finally becoming something important and she wasn't going to quit while she was ahead.

Upon entering college, Rose generally stayed to herself, in order not to get distracted. It didn't last too long as people were incredibly friendly and she couldn't stay to herself. She had a run-in with a boy named Aaron Carmichael. He goofed off a lot and seemed not to take things seriously. Rose couldn't help but be annoyed by him. But he always tried to get close to her, which peeved her off even more. Finally, one day while she was studying in the library, he came walking up to her. She was prepared to snap at him, but then he asked her out. She said no and left the library. After that, Aaron kept trying to convince her to go on a date with him. She started noticing how his goofy side wasn't actually him – he was doing it to impress her, and once he realized it wasn't what she liked, he went back to his normal self. He was shy – he was so cute – and he was determined and intelligent. So when he asked Rose on a date the second time, she said yes, because honestly – how bad could it be? Apparently, very bad.

He took her to a fancy restaurant, though she would've been fine with a movie or something. But Aaron was determined to impress her. The night just went downhill from the moment they got there. It was a real disaster and Aaron wouldn't stop apologizing for it, even when Rose told him it was fine. When Rose suggested that they leave, Aaron jumped at the opportunity quickly. When they stepped outside – it started pouring. Rose laughed while Aaron apologized yet again. To stop him, Rose leaned up – she was still shorter than him in her heels – and kissed him. It was perfect in every sense. Rose had always wanted to kiss in the rain and her wish had come true. After they finally broke away, Rose told Aaron that she still had a good time even if things didn't go the right way. He offered to allow her to stay in his dorm for the night, which Rose accepted almost instantly. The rest of the night, they watched movies and snuggled – Rose in his clothes he offered. The night couldn't have been more imperfectly perfect.

Not too soon after that, Aaron asked for her to be his girlfriend. She answered him with a long and passionate kiss. She had never been more happy in her life. She was doing well in med school, her mom and Marcella were okay, and now she had found someone to love. Life couldn't get much better. Aaron was a good boyfriend and Rose could never think of replacing him. He was such a sweet guy and Rose could see herself with him for the rest of her life.

One night, however, while she was studying, there was a knock on her dorm door. She opened and smiled widely when she saw it was her boyfriend.

"Hey babe," He smiled, giving her a short kiss and then pushing past her into her dorm. Rose thought that was a bit weird that he just pushed his way in, which wasn't much like himself. But she shrugged it off and closed the door behind him.

"What brings you here, I thought you had to study tonight?" She asked, with a smile on her face. She began fixing random things in the room. It was an impulse. She always felt the need to fix certain things when Aaron was around. She didn't want him to think she was a slob.

"I need a reason to see my girlfriend?" He teased, opening his arms. Rose giggled and rolled her eyes, falling into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled into his chest. They laid like that for a while – an hour or so – and Rose was starting to drift off when he spoke again.

"Hm. I thought you would be as smart as your mother," He said. Rose furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked up at him. Her hazel eyes went wide and she let out a loud gasp when she saw his eyes. They were black as charcoal. She stumbled out of his arms and moved away from him.

"Aaron?" She whispered.

"I'm afraid Aaron isn't here anymore, sweetheart," Aaron smirked. "What's wrong? Don't you remember me?"

"Who the hell are you?" Rose demanded, ignoring the fear and her heart racing.

"Think back to when you were four," Aaron said. Rose paused, looking to the ground, trying to remember. Four…When she was four she watched her father commit suicide….

"I watched my father commit suicide when I was four," She said, cautiously, "I thought it was a dream…but it was too far-fetched to be a dream…."

"I'm afraid it was as real as you and me, Rose," Aaron sighed. "You weren't dreaming."

"What are you saying?" Rose squeaked. "Who are you? What do you want with Aaron? With me?"

"You watched your father being possessed, Rose," Aaron stepped towards her, prompting her to take a step back, "It wasn't a dream."

"You're a liar!" Rose shrieked. "How do you know my name? Why do you know this?"

"I'm a demon, Rose," Aaron smiled. "I possessed your father when you were four. I killed him. That's what happens when you screw over a demon."

Rose shook her head in denial. "No…you're wrong…I watched him commit suicide – I know I did! My mom – she said it was a crazy wild dream!"

"Dear Fiona was trying to protect you and your sister, Rose," Aaron shrugged. "Didn't do much good – I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Protect us from what?" Rose demanded.

"Your parents hunted things like me – they were hunters," Aaron said.

"Hunters hunt animals – so what the hell are you talking about?" Rose snarled.

"Oh, but those aren't the only hunters out there, darling," Aaron said. "Your parents grew up in the hunting business. A very dangerous profession, to be frank. But they didn't want you and Marcella to grow up in that environment – that's why you never knew."

Rose couldn't believe any of this. This – thing – was messing with her mind. Her mother wouldn't lie to her….would she? Rose shook her head.

"No, my mom is a teacher and my dad was a mechanic," Rose persisted. "You're crazy."

"I am crazy, but not a liar, Rose," Aaron said. "Your parents were hunters. That's what lead to your father's death."

"Why did you kill my father?!" Rose screeched. "What did he ever do to you, you son of a bitch?"

"Let's just say he's the reason for many of my…friends'…deaths," Aaron chuckled. "It was good to get my revenge."

"Well now it's time to get my revenge, you bastard," She growled. She lunged towards him, but she was hitting a wall in another moment. She grunted and slowly got up.

"And just how do you plan on doing that, darling?" Aaron smirked. "You aren't a hunter. That's why you're a perfect. Naïve, innocent – easy to manipulate."

"I'm far from innocent or naïve, darling," She said, glaring. "I'll kill you with my bare hands if I have to!"

"Ooh, maybe I was wrong," Aaron smirked more sinister now. "You're fierce, determined, intelligent – you'll be a good little soldier."

"Soldier?" Rose questioned. "What are you talking about?"

"You'll find out all in due time," Aaron winked. "For now, I must bid you a goodbye – Oh! And just a parting gift."

He pulled out a knife and plunged it into his stomach, twisting it. He then dragged it across his throat. Blood spilled from him as Rose began sobbing. With one last wink, black smoke fell from Aaron's mouth and filled the room before leaving with loud screaming. Rose immediately ran to Aaron's side, pulling his head to her chest.

"Aaron, it's okay," She whispered tearfully, "I'm here, baby…."

"R-Rose," came Aaron's choked voice. She looked down at his face. "I love you…"

Her sobs came more forcefully now and she could barely see or breathe. "I-I love you too, Aaron…"

And with that, he fell still, his bright blue eyes staring at nothing. Rose began screaming and cradling his lifeless body to her chest. She couldn't lose him. He was her everything. Her sobs didn't let up and neither did her screams. She was happy, at least, that he loved her.

But that was the first and only time he told her.


Hola~ This is my very first SPN fanfiction and I'm really excited! My friend gave me this idea and I decided to go with it. I hope that people like this and review it! x