Hello all my lovely readers! Here it is, the prologue to "Solidarity Sandwiches," the sequel to "It's Called 'Survival'"!

Okay so a few things before we get started.

1- This is set in the Season 7 finale and afterwards.

2- I do not know where I'm going with this yet. I know some things that are going to happen, but I dunno when. We shall see.

3- I don't know how often I'll be updating. I'm going to try to as often as I can, but exams are coming up, I have work, I'll be moving out, going on vacation, starting university in September, and lots of other stuff so I don't know how often I'll be able to write GOOD stuff.

4- I'm also writing an original story! *girly squeal* That's not really important, but I felt like sharing and it's also where I got the prologue from and a bit of Chapter 1. They were, however, altered to fit this story.

That's about it...OH! I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. If I did, Dean, Sam, and Cas would be in my room right now, shirtless, and feeding me chocolate. *looks around hopefully* nope. So that's that.

Enjoy and reviews are love!

Prologue – Slap-Jack

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"Four."

BANG!

"Dammit…"

"Ha! Five."

"Six."

"Seven."

"Eight."

"Nine."

"Ten."

"Eleven, erm, jack."

"Queen."

BANG!

"Yes!" cried a boy with short brown hair. His hazel eyes twinkled as he grinned victoriously and pushed a tall stack of playing cards towards one of his companions.

The blonde, curly-haired girl growled as she swept up the cards and added them to her own pile. "Dammit!" she swore through gritted teeth, "stop putting down jacks! I have, like, half the deck already!" She glared at the boy, her green eyes flashing in frustration.

The girl to her right chuckled. "You're the one who wanted to play Slap-Jack in the first place, Cassie!" She swept her straight, long, blonde hair out of her blue eyes as she threw another card into the middle of their triangle. "King."

"Yeah, back when she wasn't losing," the boy chortled.

Cassie smacked his arm angrily. "Shut up, Connor! Becky, don't you dare agree with him! Becky?"

Becky peeled her gaze from the window. Starlight shone through it, paling her face. She looked frightened.

"What's wrong?" Connor asked.

"Guys," Becky's voice quivered in fear as she spoke, "there's some guy standing outside."

Cassie snorted. That was what all the fuss was about? "Well, Becky," she said condescendingly, "You do live by a bus stop...sometimes people use public transportation—"

Becky interrupted her friend's sarcastic remark. "Cass, he's walking towards us...and I…I've never seen him before!"

The trio rushed to the window, their eyes searching for the man. A nearby streetlamp lit up his face in the darkness—he stared up at the teenagers and grinned maliciously. Immediately, they pulled back from the glass, their hearts racing and their eyes wide.

Connor whipped his head towards Becky. "You locked the house up, right?" he asked worriedly.

Becky nodded wordlessly, her breathing quick and shallow.

"Okay, okay, okay," Cassie murmured, attempting to reassure herself. "Then there's nothing to worry about. Right? Becky's dad's gonna be back soon and we're on the third floor. We're safe."

With a loud crash, the window panes broke, sending shattered glass around the room. Becky, Cassie, and Connor wrapped their arms around their necks and heads in protection. When they looked towards the window, they cried out in both surprise and horror.

There stood the man that had been watching them.

"Who're you?" Becky asked.

"What do you want?" Connor demanded at the same time.

The man chuckled, his dark hair falling into his green eyes. He smirked, sending a chill down their spines. "Who am I?" he repeated, licking his lips. "That's not important. I'm only here because I am starving!"

He grinned cruelly and the three teens watched in terror as a second set of teeth, small and pointed like fangs, descended in his mouth.

They screamed as he advanced towards them.