Reunion
Prologue
Genevieve's POV
July 2, 1994
I'm sad! Me, Jo, and Lukas just turned twelve years old last month, and our Dad died today. Dad and Uncle John (He isn't really our uncle but we call him our uncle because Mom says he and his kids are family) were out hunting a demon, and Dad was bait. John jumped out too soon and exposed Dad. The demon attacked, and Dad didn't make it.
He gave me this journal for my birthday because he said I'll need a journal when I'm a real hunter and I get to do what Dad and John do. Uncle John said if I write down every supernatural thing new to me, along with my research, it could help me and other hunters in the future. I don't know if this could help, but I'm writing it anyway.
We are having a funeral for Dad today. John, Sam, Dean and the rest of his kids (Rose, she is Dean's twin sister, and they are fifteen, Cameron and James, they and Sam are triplets, they are eleven, and Kristin, she is four years old)came for the funeral. I got excited because Sam gave me a hug, and he's the cute one.
Darren and Percy (they're twins, my brothers, and they're Kristin's age) won't talk to anybody. Mom said they're in shock, and it must be true because Jo, Lukas, and I offered to walk them down the road to Dairy Queen and get them an ice cream cone, but they didn't say anything.
July 3, 1994
I don't know where I am! A little bit ago, a man named Crowley grabbed Lukas, Darren, Percy,
Cameron, James, Kristin, Rose, and I and took us away. He snapped his fingers and we left. He told us he was a demon, like what killed Dad, but I had no holy water or rock salt.