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A/N: This story has been brewing all summer long. I finally, being back up at school and no longer working fifty-two hour weeks, have the time to post up this story. I will also be posting this story on LiveJournal so if you see the story and its under ColdSummerBreez, that's just me. I hope you do enjoy this story of many stories, mysteries, and most importantly the boys, Dean and Sammy. OH, and the story is an AU. The end of Season Two never happened...but it'll all be explained in due time...
Prologue: Hiding in the Dark
She had always trusted him. Every time, she looked to him for advice or help and this time…this one time he failed her.
Laying in front of her with such a peaceful face, he wished he could turn back time, decide that one night to shield her from the life that he lead, to keep her from being a hunter.
He was better at certain things but she, she was just wanted to always learn everything in such depth. She had always been better with a blade than a gun…if only he had trained her harder there…this might not be the scene that he was staring at.
The soothing color green walls, neutral colored sheets seem to draw the color away from her face making her more like a fallen princess than a warrior. Her arms were wrapped in bandages, as was her chest and left leg. Everything about her was being monitored…she had not improved in days, just stuck, stuck in a limbo between life and death. And it was killing him more and more to see his daughter, his precious child in such a position.
His hands felt the binding of her favorite book. It was never published, not for the public eye at least. The book was a story of heroes, but not ones that you would ever expect to make the headlines. He had helped write a couple of chapters after the authors of the story had passed it onto him after one of the many wars they had waged.
The stories within the pages had been printed by a band of gypsy-like women who had hid the pages for many years to protect the souls within. After it had been deemed safe, the book had been bound together to pass through generations of hunters. He suspected that the book would not be the last of the books that were passed through families like his but it was definitely always be the first.
The hospital was safe for them, for hunters alike. The safety from the dark things that go bump in the night that allowed the father to read from his daughter's favorite book, hoping that she would hear him and follow his voice back from where ever she was hiding.
Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading...the first chapter should be up within a day or so!