A/N- I seriously have no idea where this come out of... except maybe a three-am-fifth-monster-of-the-day induced fog... anyways... let me know what you think...

Prologue-

It was very late at night in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, or extremely early depending on one's point of view. However, the three men huddled around the table in the messy kitchen were no strangers to 3:52 am. For them, it could have easily been ten minutes to four in the afternoon- not a yawn, a eye rub or even a sigh were exchanged between them. All three were alert and focused on their discussion and the conversation itself was tense and aggravated, though low in volume, as if all were afraid the salvage yard itself had ears.

"Are you sure it's her?" The owner of the property asked. He took off his worn baseball cap and rubbed his balding head worriedly. "We can't have a repeat of last time… I dunno if that boy can take another loss like that."

"We're positive." The man to his left replied with absolute confidence as he picked up one of the several photographs on the table. It was recent, taken less then a week before, clearly taken from a distance, and with the subject unaware of the camera. She was pretty, with long dirty blond locks and piercing blue eyes. She was featured in all the pictures, of which there were maybe 10 or so, which were all clearly from the same afternoon. She was in some sort of field with two other young women and several young children. Some were of just her, close up to her face. A few were of her barefoot and playfully chasing a little boy with a mop of messy black hair. In the picture he held, she was sitting in the grass comforting a small girl with auburn curls. He folded the picture and slipped it into the inner pocket of his trench coat. "I made sure it was her, myself."

"And you didn't last time? Idjit…" The first man rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Who is she?" The final man questioned with a slight British accent as he picked up a couple of photos and looked over them curiously.

The second man looked at him from across the table. "Who she is, is irrelevant." His blue eyes stared at his unlikely comrade blankly. "Who she becomes, is what is important."

The third man raised a manicured eyebrow. "Yes, but you and I both know that he won't see it that way."

"Her name is Molly." The first man supplied. "Molly Vanicore. She's 24, a daycare teacher at a school on the outskirts of Portland. She is an only child, was orphaned at the age of four when her parents died in a car accident in Manhattan. She was raised by her great aunt."

"And the aunt?"

"Dead, almost five years… Brain tumor. She lives by herself on her aunts old farm with her two dogs."

The third mans eyebrows knitted together as he frowned. "Poor Girl."

The man in the trench coat looked up in confusion. "She is destined to live a long life with much love and happiness. She and her future family will accomplish great things. Why is that something to feel sorry for?"

The third man pulled a face and opened his mouth to argue, but the first man cut him off. "Before my brain explodes while watching the demon give the angel lessons on humanity, lets remember that the oh so wonderful future planned out for this little girl isn't gonna happen unless we find some way to protect her."

Crowley pursed his lips in annoyance at being interrupted but allowed the redirection and turned to face the aging hunter. "Well, why exactly does she need protection? Why can't she just live her life until it comes to fruition? No one else knows about the prophecy… right?"

"That's what we thought," Bobby said, rubbing the back of his neck again. "But Cas has been keeping an eye on all the girls on the list of possibilities until we could narrow it down further. But then two weeks ago, the first girl on the list, Alexandra Peters, died. Then the second, and the third. As of yesterday morning the top five girls on that list were dead. All suicides, with no history of depression or mental illness of any kind."

"Clearly someone is cheating off our test…" Crowley looked over to the angel. "What number is Miss Molly, here?"

Solemn blue eyes met dark brown. "Seven."

The demons eyebrows shot to his hairline in surprise. "Why was she ranked so low on the list?"

"Mostly because of her being so damn normal." Bobby said with a shake of his head. "They're just so unlikely to cross paths. All the girls on the list had the same major prophesized characteristics. They all have a birthmark on their hipbone, they're all orphans with no family and they all have pure souls. But the ones higher ranked had at least more of a chance of running into them. Alexandra was a nurse in hospital near where they're working at the moment, Sophia was a waitress in a diner that claimed to have the worlds best pie, Caitlyn was a homicide detective in Baltimore and Isabelle was a bartender in a biker bar off the interstate. But Molly lives in what must be the quietest town on the planet, she doesn't go to bars, she doesn't travel, hell; she doesn't even like rock music. She likes books and spending time with her dogs. She rides horses and volunteers at the local soup kitchen. She goes camping, damnit! I mean, if we were talking about Sam, I'd say sure, but Dean? Hell no… She's so far off their track and although she's very pretty, the only thing that could make her further from his type is if she had a dick."

"Well, you know what they say about opposites…" Crowly said with a shrug. "Well, none of mine are causing the killings so it must be from something else. Any ideas?"

Bobby shook his head sadly. "We cant even figure out who else knows about the prophecy, let alone who would want to prevent it. But how are we supposed to protect her against every evil thing that could possibly want to fuck with us?"

"We don't," Castiel said. "They will."

"You want to put her into their protection? Are you sure that's a good idea?" Crowley said looking back to the array of photographs. "They're bound to get suspicious if you just throw her to them saying she needs protection but won't give them any details."

Cas looked up in confusion. "Why wouldn't I give them details?"

"Because it could mess with the prophecy?! Because we all know how that idjit reacts when he feels like he's being forced into something… He's likely to kill her himself!" Bobby was pacing now.

"He would not kill her." Castiel said with certainty. "He will protect her because she is an innocent young woman, and that is what his instincts will tell him to do. It will not "mess" with the prophecy because that prophecy tells of a fixed point. It does not say how or even exactly when they will fulfill it, but they will… in their own way, and their own time."

And in the blink of an eye, the Angel had disappeared, leaving the remaining two men staring into the empty space where their co-conspirator once stood.

"I hate it when he does that."

A/N- This is just the prologue... Comment if you want more =]