The Winter Children

by dir4133

The Winter's travel across the country Hunting things, saving people and carrying out their family business. But Fate has things in mind for them, and the weight of the world rests on their shoulders. Against Hell Hounds, Angels, Demons and everything else, they must help the Winchesters stop the coming apocalypse, before it's too late.

1. Prologue

Hey guys, so this is a story about three other hunters and their trials and tribulations leading up to the apocalypse haha yay apocalypse.

Anyway:

Story: The Winter Children

Characters (OC): May, Liz and Hugh Winter; Natrael.

Characters (Canon): Sam, Dean and John Winchester, Jo and Ellen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Gordon Walker, Angels, Demons, Trickster (Gabriel), etc.

Rating: T for minor violence, swearing and gore.

Canon Deviance: All Hell Breaks Loose Part II, Jus in Bello, Abandon All Hope..., Swan Song.

Summary: The Three Winter children have had plans made for them, plans that spell the end of the world as we know it and plans that could spell disaster if not averted. But now they're hunters, moving around, trying to make tiny spots of paradise and save a few lives along the way. But there is a storm coming, Fate has plans for them and if anyone is going to get out of this alive, they're going to have to run.

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PROLOGUE

November 2nd, 1975

The Angels met with the Demons, and Hell and Heaven eyed each other warily.

"The union has been fulfilled," Zachariah informed them, wearing the body of a middle aged, balding man. "The children have been prophesised. We have it on good authority with our prophet that they will make it to the designated ages."

"Three little kids, must send my regards to the mother," Azazel grinned lazily, eyes flicking to yellow. "Do you think the mother prefers virgin or child sacrifices?"

"Focus, demon," Naomi said, deadly quiet, looking over and into the demons true form with disgust. "We cannot stay here much longer. Our absence from heaven must not be noted by the lower angels."

The demon that would be Meg raised her eyebrow and pursed her lip.

"They must hunt," Zachariah reminded them. "Ensure that they do."

"I don't know, I might have a problem with adding a few extra targets on my back," Azazel said noncommittally.

Naomi stiffened. "Then it is our responsibility and we will see it done. Any further matters?"

"None that I can think of," Azazel said. "Oh, Lilith sends her apologies. She was all holed up terrorising a family in Argentina, but she did so wish to come."

Naomi did not bristle, or start, or demand that Lilith be brought to her to answer for her crimes. Rather, she perked an eyebrow, glanced at her associate and smiled, a little, feral smile. "It has been too long since you've talked to angels, Demon."

Naomi and Zachariah disappeared, leaving Azazel and his daughter to walk away, side by side, self-assured smiles on their faces.

"It's gonna be an interesting few years, that's for sure," Meg grinned.

"Oh, I'm certain of it," Azazel grinned.