Chapter 1: The First We Met
The night was warm and sticky, a normal night in a place overrun by demons and other hell spawn. I shifted as I turned the corner towards our house, it was unnaturally quiet right now and that wasn't normal.
I hefted the bag of groceries I was carrying and looked around the lights were out in the house again not normal. I stopped at the walkway to my house, and I couldn't move the stench was strong and it reeked of death. "M-mom?" I called out shakily, walking up the walkway to the front door.
I pushed open the door with my foot, and instantly my nose was assaulted with the stench of blood and death. "MOM?! DAD?!" I screamed loudly as I dropped the bag of groceries and entered the house. I saw the bodies just as the smell got worse, and I screamed as loud as I could.
A demon looked up and tilted its head at me, smirking. "A survivor…not for much longer little girl." He smirked and advanced towards me, my body shook but I managed to back up.
That was when two people came bursting through the front door, a man and boy around my age. The boy threw the demon aside without even touching him.
I stared at them for a moment; I could tell by the knife the man held that they were fighters against the demons. I knew could trust them, and I instinctively moved to the boy. "Get her out of here, son. I'll handle the demon and the bodies." The man said to the boy.
The boy nodded obediently, reaching out towards me. "Come with me." He urged.
I turned and shook my head violently, "My parents! Those are my parents!"
The boy put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back. "We won't let the demons have them again, I promise you. Come with me, you'll be safe." He said softly, holding my shoulder in his hand. I could only nod, instantly turning towards the boy and latching onto him for safety.
"Alright…" The older man was gone, probably after the demon. The boy led me outside to an Impala, where he gave me a jacket to wrap around my shoulders so I wouldn't get cold.
"What's your name?" The boy asked me, as he helped me into the car.
I looked him up and down. He was tall and lean with warm green eyes that made me feel safe. I pulled the jacket around my shoulders and looked up at him, "I'm Julia Sorenson. But my parents called me Jules…who are you?" I asked as I watched him get into the Impala next to me.
He reclined against the window, his attention focused on me. The older man was back now; he slid into the driver's side without a word. "I'm MarK Winchester, and that's my dad, Dean." He said as the older man began to drive off.
"Thank you…both of you. My parents…" I whispered as Mark put an arm around my shoulder, my eyes started to close as I leaned against him and started to doze off. "She was lucky to not be there…she's coming back to camp with us, right?" He asked Dean.
"Yeah, but she's going to have to learn how to fight, son." Dean chuckled as the rest of their words were lost to me as I fell asleep.
