13 Years Ago

'May, is that you?' I asked, hearing footsteps entering my room but unable to see in the darkness.

The shadowy figure gave no reply, just kept slowly approaching my bed, the floorboards creaking as it came.

'Who… who… are… you' I stammered, my heart began sprinting within my chest. I had no idea who this person was but I knew it wasn't my sister and I was beginning to become extremely afraid.

'Calm down child, I do not wish to hurt you.' The dark figure spoke in a deep, velvety voice that I immediately knew was male.

'Where's May?' I asked, close to tears, 'I want my sister.' The first drop of salty liquid raced down my cheek.

'She's sleeping, and I suggest you calm down before you wake her,' the figure spoke flashing me a grin, white teeth glinting in the moonlight that spilt through the lit in my curtains.

'But…' my breath caught in my throat and I chocked on my words.

'Child, my name is Azazel and I do not wish to harm you, only claim what is rightfully mine. Young Riot, I think it's time I reunite you with your dear brother.'

My brother! May had told me stories of my twin brother but I didn't remember him since he went missing the same night my parents died.

'What' I asked. This man was really caring me now. If he had my brother, did that mean that he was the one who had killed my parents almost two years ago?

'Why?'

'Because, you belong to me!' he exclaimed. He raised his left arm and my eyes caught a flicker of silver. Why did he have a knife of he wasn't going to use it on me? But to my horrified surprise he brought the blade down on his own wrist, the blood flowing freely down his arm.

'Drink, my child,' he whispered, his voice trading the velvet tone for a husky one.

'No!' I cried in disgust, 'May! Help! HELP!' I was screaming at the top of my lungs until I was cut off by the strange man shoving his wrist in my mouth.

I attempted to struggle, trying to push him away but it was useless all the while the warm metallic blood slid down my throat.

It was only a heartbeat later my door was flung open to reveal my sister May, her blue eyes wide and her ebony hair scattered in every direction. It took her less than a second for her to assess the situation, and then all of a sudden she was hurtling towards the insane man.

'Get away from my sister!' she cried just before she crashed into him, sending them both flying to the ground.

'You dare defy me, human girl,' he spat as he hoisted himself up from the ground and walking to stand beside her.

My sister remained on the ground, winded from the contact of her body to the floor, but raised her head to look at the aged stranger.

'Who the hell are you and what do you want from us? Haven't we suffered enough as it is?' she asked, her voice tainted by the sadness she held within.

'You could say I'm an 'acquaintance' of your mothers. And as for you, I want absolutely nothing from you. Your sister on the other hand, well let's just says she belongs to me and I'm only here to claim what is rightfully mine.

'You will not lay a hand on my baby sister!' she screamed in defiance. The man just erupted in laughter, his shoulder heaving from the strength of it. It was unnatural, the only way I could describe his laughter would be as death. I don't know why but it just seemed fitting.

'And who's going to stop me? You? I don't think so seeing how you won't be around long enough to do anything,' he snickered. And it was with those words that he flicked his wrist and sent my sister flying to the ceiling. Appalled, I could do nothing more than sit on my bed, silent tears running down my face and watch the horror show unfold, while my young eyes shed silent tears.

'Say goodbye to you sister now Riot, it's time for her to go,' he said over his shoulder, and then my ceiling erupted in flames.

'NOOOOO!' I shrieked as I watched my sister burn in the inferno.

My head shot from my sister's distraught face to the man who had just barrelled through my doorway.

He took one look at my sister's flaming form and the man who had caused the flames before pulling out a shot gun and aiming it at the man while shouting something to someone behind him.

The other person was revealed to be a boy only a few years older than myself. He kept his eyes to the ground and raced to my bed, only glancing up to look me in the eyes. I met his hazel eyes that would someday become one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen with my hazel ones. It was in that moment that I knew I could trust this boy with my life, he would save me.

'Come one,' he said pulling me from my bed and grabbing my hand. Together we took off running out of the house and to the black car that was parked on the sidewalk.

'Get in,' the boy commanded, opening the door for me. Quickly I scurried in with him right behind me.

'Are you OK?' he asked.

I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out. I didn't know what to say. I hadn't been hurt by the events that had just taken place but I had lost my sister. She was the only family I knew, she was everything to me.

'I…' I hung my head as the tears from just before began to fall again. 'No,' I whispered. The boy reached out and pulled me into his arm and let me sob into his shirt.

Moment later the front door of the car was yanked open and the man who had the gun jumped in, revving the engine and stepping on the gas as hard as he could.

The car sped away from my childhood house just as bright orange flames consumed it.

Everything I had was gone. My sister, my home, my stuff and life as I knew it. All I could think was what would happen to me now? Where was I going to go? I was only six years old, there was no way I could survive on my own, even with the way I had grown up faster than most kids had to by my age.

'He sweetheart, what's your name?' the man driving asked. I pulled out of the boys arms and wiped my face with my pyjama sleeve.

'Riot,' I answered softly.

'Riot huh? Pretty nice name you got there. Well I'm John and that boy there is my youngest son Sam. My other boy is at home, he's Dean,' he informed me. I nodded in reply since I wasn't sure what to say. I saw his eyes study me carefully in the rear-view mirror.

'So Riot, have you got somewhere you can go? Family you can live with or something like that?' he asked softly, as if I was as fragile as a butterfly's wing.

'No, May was my only family and now she's…' I trailed off, trying to prevent more tears from falling.

'Well then Riot, looks like you need somewhere to live and a family to take care of you. What would you say to coming and living with me and my boys?' he asked. My eyes widened in surprise. Had this man really just offered me a place to stay and the possibility of a new family? My eyes sought out the hazel eyes of my saviour, Sam. He smiled when our eyes met and nodded, proving that his father had meant what he said.

'Yes please,' I replied, 'Thank you so much John.'

'Since you're gonna be a part of the family feel free to call me Dad when you feel comfortable enough,' he said and I saw the hint of a smile on his face in the mirror, as if he was generally happy that despite all else he was able to help me and provide me with a family. 'Now, how old are you Riot?'

'Six and a half,' I replied.

'Really?! I would have thought you were older, despite the height and all,' he said surprised.

'I had to grow up fast,' I replied and both he and Sam nodded, seeming to understand me.

The rest of the drive was filled in with small talk, likes, dislikes, hobbies, just the basic stuff.

John pulled into the driveway of a house far away from any others. It seemed rundown and totally unlived in.

'Home sweet home,' Sam said with a small smile, seeing the worried look on my face, 'it's not as bad inside.'

We entered the house together, me as close to Sam as possible.

'How you feeling buddy?' John asked walking up to a boy resting on the couch. The house really was much better on the inside.

'A bit better,' he boy replied, his voice raspy, probably from a cold. 'How'd you guys go?'

'Dean, I'd like you to meet the new addition to our family. This is Riot, he sister was lost to the demon,' he informed Dean. He looked over at me and smiled.

'Welcome to the family Riot,' he said. I smiled back and then to John and finally to Sam who I still stood beside. Sam looked down at me and smiled back.

'Thanks,' I said back to Dean as I returned my gaze to him. Seeing them accept me so easily made it feel like I was home, like they really were my family. This was where it would all begin. This was where my story truly began.