A/N: And this is also a story in my 2017 preview update. This is a song fic, it will deal with some origins and then into the new season of Supernatural, and then I'm not sure where I am going with it, but it's a new beginning so Enjoy!

Chapter 1: A Long Long Time Ago

Five women, all of varying in ages sat around a small table. One hummed, one played a drum, another a flute, and the fourth flipped through a book of spells. The last of these women placed a pair of dolls into the middle of the table before them and waved her hands while chanting a speech in a mixture of french and creole as the drumming grew faster, the flute fell into it's lower register, and the humming swirled with pitch and timber to fill the small shack on the outskirts of a small Kansas county.

"It is done," the last woman stated as she stood from the table and looked down at the dolls. "Cursed, or charmed, or protected for all ages, these boys will live. Life will not be easy, hearts will break, tears will flow like rivers and the ground shall quake with the weight of their mistakes, but they shall live," She said as there came a flash of light in the small room.

"What have you done?" The apparition asked of the women.

"What you have asked of us, these are them, not yet born but, not at all unthought of," the last woman answered and placed the dolls in the hands of the man who stood before them.

"You know that they will come looking, it is part of the plan," the man said. "It may come about sooner than you think, but it will come."

"We are prepared for the plan," the woman with the flute stated. "And so are you, Chuck," she added and bowed slightly as a halo of golden light appeared around her head. "Dance and be merry for now, but the end of all ends will begin and be brought by the blood of these boys."

"Why, though?" The woman with the drum asked, "why like this?" She questioned as the long braids of her culture, and beads and feathers fluttered strangely in the totally windless room. "You can do what you want, create as you see fit, oh great master, and be present for those whom you have chosen, but you have us cast spells and chant stories and place the music within them; why?"

"Because they must be tied to this place, unlike the beings I've created, these are the children of this earth or this creature and creation. That's how this whole creation works, that's where the story begins and ends, and that's why it was placed in motion a long time ago," Chuck answered. "I built them, and that is where I stopped, and they carried on through many things and created many wonders, and lived in wars and peace to be moulded and summoned and sculpted by man. It's not my place anymore, but I place them here to be my hands. It's just a spark, what they do with it is up to them."

"The bloodline is ancient and sacred, and the father and mother have made their vow to each other, but I could not stop the demon," The humming woman said as she folded back the silks that covered her arms and reached for the tea service to begin another ritual. "You called me here from my own place, with my own beliefs, to present yourself and yet you knew I would not be able to stop Azazel," She accused.

"You were never supposed to stop him, but had he not given her John then you would have made sure to bring him back," Chuck said and his words were like orders.

"Resurrection is an angel's job, not a witch's," the last woman, with skin as black as night and eyes as piecing as stars accused as well.

"And you are not a witch, now are you Davina?" Chuck asked with a glint like humour in his own eyes. "Not one of you see yourselves in that shadow of the art form, but rather you find you walk in the light; well most of you."

"Well I know I do," the woman with the halo and flute giggled. "But I am still a witch."

"Eva, your magic is so far from the darkness it could be of heaven itself," The woman in silk countered.

"And you are seen as a goddess of your craft and yet God himself is before you," the Native American woman said as her black tar braids danced on to the sound echoes of her now silent drum, feathers whispering, quite enough that you might THINK you could make out what they said. She spoke then, without taking her eyes off Chuck.

"I prefer priestess, Aiyanna, and you would be wise to remember that."

"As do I," Davina spoke again, "but we deal in magic and so we, all five of us, are witches by any respect and would be terminated by men like these should they set their minds to it. Do not be fooled, Rei, you are among us in their prejudice."

"Of the five of us, I am the one for whom they will judge you all," Rowena said haughtily as she clapped shut the spell book she'd been carrying the whole time. "And I am happy to say I am a witch; a very powerful at that. I find no shame in light or dark. There is only magic."

"Because you are not satisfied with only your Celtic magic, but are desperate and must know more power. That is the reason you will be a target, Rowena," Chuck accused and warned.

"I'll never be satisfied," Rowena said proudly. "But I've lent my magic to your cause, and there, let us see where it will go. I have God in my favour. Now you must keep your end of the bargain," she said and stood before him. "Come along now, I don't want to remember a word of it."

"Fine," Chuck said and snapped his fingers and she was gone.

"You'd best get on with it then. Take your play things and be gone with you, Chuck, and let us not speak of this again," Davina said. "For I believe these boys will get us all killed one day."

"And do you all wish to forget as Rowena did?" Chuck asked.

"No, but I don't want to be a part of this anymore," Rei said in response. "Send me home."

"Good bye," Chuck said and snapped his fingers.

"I'll do what I can, when I can, for the boys," Eva smiled sweetly. "If only to put people in their path ways and to offer light and love."

"Thank you," Chuck smiled and bowed slightly.

"I'll protect her," Davina said and motioned with her chin to Eva. "She seems a little too flighty and naive for her own good."

"Too much the southern bell for your liking?" Eva asked with a giggle.

"Too much the inexperienced child," Davina countered.

"You'll be the best of friends," Chuck said sarcastically and snapped his fingers again. "And you, Aiyanna, how do you feel about this plan?"

"I feel the earth and her stirring, she's not at peace, oh great one, and the darkness grows angrier by the day for her imprisonment," The last one responded and lowered her eyes to the ground.

"It's all part of the plan, Aiyanna. Do you trust me?" He asked.

"I do, but will they?" She asked and motioned to the dolls once more.

"I very much doubt it, but we'll carry on," Chuck said and snapped his fingers one last time.