Notes: The events in this story take place before most of the first season of Supernatural. There is no Oakville, Indiana; I purposely made a fictional town. This fic takes place prior to the first season and involves John Winchester and pretty much any other character—major or minor—that pops up is an OC. Sam and Dean don't make an appearance. Sorry.

Rating: This fic is rated M for some violence, adult themes, and harsh language. I wanted to be on the safe side.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any canon characters from the series. Anything that's not from the series isn't from the series.

Little Monsters: Chapter 1

Oakville, Indiana

A wiry teenage boy moved around his messy bedroom on the second story of a decently sized home. He was around the age of seventeen and dressed in a white shirt, red plaid boxers, and white socks. His room was a mess; clothes were strewn everywhere—a couple lying over his desk chair, a pair of blue boxers over his lamp, and most on the floor. The computer station that was directly across from the foot of his bed had a few untidy piles of papers and CDs. Green Day's Basket Case blared from the small speakers that were connected to his computer.

As he bobbed his head and hummed along to the music, the teen picked up a black shirt from the floor and sniffed it. Then he gripped the white undershirt he was wearing and sniffed at well, as if to gage how dirty either one was. He paused for a moment before dropping the black shirt, allowing it to fall back on the floor where other clothing haphazardly laid.

Glancing around at the walls of his room, he grinned in appreciation at the posters of swimsuit models and various movie advertisements. Sexy, half-naked women and reminders of some of his favorite films always brought a smile to his face.

Moving to stop in front the computer, he lazily glanced at the screen as he ran a hand through his short, spiked, black hair. His smile broadened upon seeing all of the small instant messaging windows. He quickly sent a couple short replies. Then, he spun directly around and did a belly flop onto the bed. Reaching for the black cell phone on the mattress beside him, he checked for any messages. As he was playing with his phone, the notification sound of one or more people sending him instant messages caught his attention. After putting the phone the phone down, he sprung back off the bed to the computer and read the screen.

He read one of the messages out loud. "How about next bowling night?"

"Oh, hell's yeah I'll be there." He grinned as he typed back.

He sent a couple more messages before giving a goofy salute to his computer and shutting it off. The teen glanced at his alarm clock that read 11:45pm and sighed. He walked over to the light switch by the door and flipped the room lights off before returning to his bed. He moved his cell phone to the nightstand with the alarm clock and grabbed the TV remote in turn. After situating himself in bed, he used the remote to turn on the small, flat screen television set in his room. He idly flipped through some channels before stopping on the movie, The Three Amigos. He snorted lightly at the characters' antics as they were singing in the Mexican bar and grinned, shaking his head. About an hour later, he shut off the television and headed to bed.

The time on his alarm clock was 1:34am when his television seemed to turn back on by itself. A couple minutes later, the boy rose from his bed, not bothering to look at the TV or turn on the lamp. His head drooped as he hunched over. He stood and swayed on his feet, making him appear even willowier than he was. The boy mumbled, as if he was still asleep. Then turning, he started to take slow and heavy steps toward the window. While walking his head remained bowed and his arms limp on each side. He paused in front of the window, maybe six or so feet away. The teen waited for a couple seconds before bouncing on the balls of his feet, taking a step back. He then did a running leap at the window, as his arms remained down and to the sides, head-diving straight through the plane of glass.

The clack of his skull slamming against the window and the sound of shattering glass drowned out the television. Josh shouted in pain as he fell headfirst onto the damp grass, hitting the ground with a large thud and snap.

Moments later a neighbor ran out onto the lawn, pausing a couple feet away from the sight he saw. He was an older man in a white night shirt and boxers.

A woman in a pink bathrobe ran up to stand behind him and covered her mouth in shock. "Oh my God, Josh!" she choked out in a hysterical and high voice. As she shook her head, her blond, disheveled hair flew wildly. She moved to touch the shoulder of the man in front of her. "Andy!" she shrilled in a panicked voice.

"Nancy," the Andy quickly snapped, "Call 911! Hurry!" He rushed to the side of the injured boy, Josh. He brought up a hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes before taking a closer look at the injured boy.

The neighbor, Andy, looked up to Josh's now broken bedroom window. Upon seeing the traces of blood on the remaining shards of glass, he grimaced. What the hell was this boy thinking, he wondered to himself. He looked down at the bloodied teen who was barely breathing.

Josh was lying still on the grass on his stomach with his head turned to his left side. He couldn't move as blood from the deeps cuts on his head and face flowed out, some falling into his wide eye. His mouth was open but he couldn't scream. The pain was unbelievable.

Kneeling at his side, Andy tried to feel for a pulse on Josh's neck. "Josh? Josh! Son, can you hear me? It's Andy Marshall! Just hang in there, Nancy's calling for help." He moved as if to turn the kid over, but stopped himself. As much as he wanted to, he knew that moving him could cause even more trauma.

The injured teen couldn't speak, but a gurgling nose came from his throat. Josh twitched for a moment before he went still, dying with his eyes open.

More Notes: Geez, there it is. Kind of a rough start, but it should improve over time. It's short for a first chapter, but I consider this more like a prologue. I'm going to try to keep most chapters longer than this one. Please read and review. Thank you for your time.