Author's Note: Alright so this is my first story attempt so don't judge me :P. It is a Post-Apocalyptic AU so it will be dark at some times but doesn't mean there won't be any humour or romance in here. I made Dean and Sam younger than they are in the show because I wanted it to be in the present time period instead of having it based in the 90s. Since this is a prologue, it should give a small idea of what the world is like now. I would like to thank my beta obsession-is-my-life for helping with my story. She writes her own stories so check her out. Anyways I am going to shut up and let you enjoy the story now :)
Warnings
Violence
Character Deaths (Not Mains, just Minors)
Swearing
There were only two types of people that where in this place called Earth. "The paranoid and the ignorant," my dad told my brother and me. "The ones that were scared enough fight and the ones that scared enough to do nothing." There was no question which ones we were, but the phrase still haunts me. My dad was a mechanic and my mom use to work as a researcher and we live in Lawrence, Kansas. The Winchesters have lived here for as long as my father could remember with his father, Henry Winchester, disappeared when my dad was only a kid, before the Great War begun.
Well that is what everyone calls it, except my family. All I can say is that the Great War is more of an understatement since it resulted in half of the world's population had been wiped out. My family has a better name for it, but everyone gets a little offended with the term. This so called "Great War" started January 24, 1999; I was around four years old at the time. One of the few Hell's Gates were opened from the outside using this special gun as the key that had the ability to kill any known creature to ever walk on this Earth, the Colt. Opening hell's gates would cause each demon to be released and be able to walk the earth. I remember sitting outside with my mom and dad in our backyard. I don't remember what we were doing but I remember sitting in my dad' lap watching my mom holding my baby brother Sam, who was barely a year old at the time. We had an apple pie life; something that could only existed through fantasy. This life was a dream but it was real, and the dream was soon shattered as the cloud of smoke started to travel through the town. From afar, it looked like a big storm cloud but it was moving too quickly. The air smelt of burning sulfur and got stronger as the cloud got closer. I remember looking at my parents as they were both staring at each other, shocked and confused, almost unable to move as the cloud covered up the sun, bringing us into darkness. My dad picked me up and carried me into the house before the smoke could reach us. I don't remember anything after that point. All I can remember is the smell of sulfur and burning buildings in the streets, and screams of mothers calling out the names of their lost children mixed with the screeches of children that would soon be silenced being suffocated by the thick, black smoke. I recognized some of the same faces that I would play with in the park; that I had been friends with since we were only infants. Those faces were staring at me from across the street, with those black eyes and a sinister grin as their clothes were covered in blood. Their families were lying on the ground in a tangled mess of different body parts scattered together or what was left of them.
For five years, I was hiding with my family in multiple bunkers as others would go out and fight against the demons. Just as we started to lose hope, they came. The Angels or as they preferred to call themselves "Warriors of God " . They were descended from Heaven and fought by humanity's side until they made it to Hell's gate and had sealed it for good. Everyone rejoiced in the victory, but it was bittersweet. The War may have been over, but it had left our world in ruins, and still filled with those black-eyed sons of bitches.
What was once bursting with life, with people strolling down the streets with smiles on their faces, hand in hand. Those days were long gone, along with the days where the hunters were still secret. Now, Lawrence has literally become no man's land. The streets are eerily quiet as most of the building would sit there in silence as they slowly decompose, soon to be forgotten, or left scorched from fire. Most of the families that are left from the aftermath live in a nearby Cinema, where a majority of the hunters would call their headquarters. I always found it odd but I guess it brings comfort to know that there are still others left in this crazy world. My family wasn't really interested in spending most of our time crammed in a building with over twenty families were so we decided to live in a building by ourselves. Everyone thinks we are crazy, especially when the demons make the streets their hunting ground.
Our current "home" is an old convenience store that is missing the top corner of the building from an explosion. What caused the explosion? I wish I knew. Either way, we can't exactly be picky with our very small selection. I have to share my room with my brother, Sammy, who is now sixteen years old. Our room is simple, with two worn-down sleeping bags on either side of the small room. We have a few posters that we managed to find in the rubble of the store and put them up on the decomposing walls with rusty pins. In the corner, a pile of worn down books are stacked high filled with information, mainly on the different creatures that currently roam the Earth, including demons. My home isn't really complicated; and Lawrence was Lawrence I guess. People hide behind their curtains as we walk down the street in constant fear, not that I can really blame them. The sun hiding behind an overcast of clouds; making everything in the world appears grey and somber as the wind blows leaves and debris in the wind. Nothing ever changed, which is why I am leaving. In a few weeks, my family and I will travel to Sioux Falls, South Dakota where we will live with an old family friend, Bobby, and I will attend the Institute of Hunteri Heroici. It was extremely hard to be accepted but thankfully Sam and I are skilled in martial arts and research thanks to our parents. It will be a completely different experience that could change my life forever. Turns out it would change my life in ways I would of never expected.
There was a conspiracy.
There was a boy.
And in the end, there were graves.
No one ever saw it coming.
Author's Note: I think we all know who this "mystery boy" is at this point *wink wink*. Hopefully you enjoyed this, I will try to update at least once a week but no promises because I always forget them. Please review I would appreciate it :)