Disclaimer: Supernatural still continues to not belong to him. The only association I can claim is that I buy the DVDs. So please don't sue, you wouldn't be getting much.

A/N: As you can tell, this is about Alastair. The way I've set it up is that ever odd chapter is from my imagination while every even one are scenes he was in taken from the show. So my ideas, will start off somewhat more light and possibly fluffy compared to what he's like on the show and gradually get darker. I don't think it would be entertaining if he was a demon from the get go, or his human self started off completely bad. So hope you enjoy it.

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All Demons were Human at one stage, before they changed. Before they went to hell, they roamed the Earth. Some had fallen by devil bargains, or a dastard life. When people thought about the life these people must have lived, they always went with the most stereotypical views; as if the moment the soul was realised, it held a knife ready to kill. That wasn't they way of it, it started off small, until the next thing the person knew was they were drowning in that life.

That's the way it had started for Alastair, he had of course gone by a different name back then. But that was thousands of years ago, that he had been born; living and enjoying the beginnings of a happy life. He had lived 6,000 years ago, when the notion of pyramids burials had just begun. His name was forever lost; even the etching his friend and he, had done on buildings had been blown away. If asked to recount his human years, he would remember things only vaguely; and that's if anyone worked by the courage. But no one ever would, and still it mattered so little now. If asked his name, it would be lost even to him; so sad.

If you watched him for a while, you could see some of who he was. No surprisingly, he had been a teacher. He snuck his way into the elders' rooms when he was younger, desperate for knowledge. He loved his parents, his family and friends, but his was different … he enjoyed being different.

This place was quiet and far removed from other places that there was no war, no invaders … no one had simple been bothered to look for a place, they had no idea it's existence. So he had been easily able to worm his way into getting what he wanted, eventually, after he had done his chores and worked on some pottery. He had been only eight at the time.

He enjoyed the privileges that had come with his eventual teaching position. One that would take up all his time, and he would no longer have to worry about chores or other work. But the best part for him was when he helped someone and he saw it click … the moment when they fully understood what he was talking about. Naturally everyone else thought he was mad, as he seemed to float home. He was mad but sweet. Always they're to listen and help anyone.

He had though eventually grown tired of this life, by the time he reached the age of 22 and so he left. It was a fill fulling life, but there was never any great change. No great adventure lying around the corner. He wanted more. So he left his home, the only life he had know and went off to explore the world.

He had set off to explore.

Never in his mind did he think he could come across true evil, how could he, after all he never knew it was out there.

That didn't matter though, because everything will happen.

If it's meant to be.