Okay, I've been toying with an idea for a couple of weeks now and I've decided to put it into words. I'm really curious to see what you all think. I also have most of it planned out and now it's just waiting to be written. My life is pretty busy right now so updates might be slow but I'm trying. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural, unfortunately. I only own the unrecognizable characters.
The Ones We Love
-PROLOGUE-
It was the middle of the night, the wind howling like fifty packs of angry wolves. Two figures sat across from each other in a small living room, their shoulders hunched down. One, a young girl, was wrapped securely in a blanket, her fists clenching even tighter whenever the windows shook with the force of the wind. The other, a young boy, was busy tearing some leaves. He placed them gently in a beautifully decorated bowl and rummaged around on the floor to his left, searching for something. He gave a small cry of triumph as he quietly fumbled with the item.
Light suddenly flickered across the face of his companion, showing her swollen eye and her torn lip. She shivered and let her messy black hair cover her face and he knew that she was ashamed. He forced himself to stay focused, quickly dropping the match onto the small pile of leaves. They caught almost immediately. The light glinted off of an item to his right and he picked it up, staring at the designs with fascination. It was a ritual knife, something he had found in the house while he and his friend were getting settled.
He turned his palm up and stared at the many lines, almost losing himself in thought. Shaking his head slightly, he easily made a vertical cut on his left hand, wincing once. Blood began to swell up around the blade and he made a fist, as if he were trying to keep the blood in his hand. He then looked up, his eyes fixed on hers. He could easily read her fear in the dim light.
"We don't have to do this, you know," he whispered. Her eyes narrowed slightly and he shrugged, grabbing her right hand firmly. His eyes traced the lines on her palm, as if he wanted to never forget what it looked like. Her small pale hand looked delicate, fragile, compared to his. He glanced up once and was met with a determined set of liquid blue orbs. He sighed and looked down again, quickly making the cut. She winced.
"Ouch," she hissed. He put the knife down, his eyes now focused on hers. They squared their shoulders and put their palms together so that the cuts were perfectly aligned over the small, flickering fire.
"I swear," he whispered and the wind went silent, "to always protect you. You'll never be hurt again, Emily," he promised. A drop of blood, only one small ruby, fell into the fire. The reaction was instantaneous. The once cheery, orange flame turned bright blue. Like her eyes, he thought to himself. Then it rose up, hissing and spitting at them like an angry cat. It quickly died down, much to their wonder. He went to pull away but she twined their fingers together.
"And I swear," she whispered as well, "to follow you wherever you go. And I mean everywhere Dean," she told him firmly. You will always have my heart, Dean Winchester, she swore silently to herself. Two drops of blood fell this time and the reaction was larger, touching their clasped hands. It didn't burn. Instead, a shock raced through their hands, through their veins, and to their hearts. They sprang apart and the fire spluttered out. Emily looked down at her right hand with wide eyes, both still feeling the electricity pulsing through them in time with their hearts.
The wind exploded then and a loud thump was heard from above, making them spring into action. They hastily cleaned up and scattered to their rooms, whispering a hasty "good night" over their shoulders. Both were grinning stupidly to themselves.
Neither knew about what they had just done.
20 years later, a woman with messy black hair sat straight up in bed, bright blue eyes wide.
So what do you think? I was going to call her Ana buuut, there's now another character named Anna on the show. (Or is her name Anne?) I didn't want to confuse the two so I had to change her name. Pity, I quite like Ana. Oh well. I hope you all enjoyed! I'm writing chapter one right now :) I will probably replace this one in a few days, depending on how I feel about it. Anyway, please leave a review!