Autor Note:
Hello, my dear reader. So, you've come across this little story of mine. I hope you will enjoy what you're about to read. This is my first fanfiction ever and I'm kinda anxious about how you guys will like it. I want to start the story with a kind of prologue, which introduces one of the characters, one I made up and who isn't related to the show Supernatural. It's kind of her background story.
Also, this story is slightly AU, because the Winchesters are younger and Dean falls in love with Phoebe.

Summary:
Phoebe Carter has had a lot of bad luck and when she finds herself in trouble, the Winchesters just happen to be there. Their lives become entangled when Phoebe encounters some supernatural stuff to make her life even more of a hell.

Disclaimer:
I do NOT own supernatural or the actors in anyway.

'Mommy, can I come look?'
The small boy trampled his little feet on the ground and looked so adorably exited the woman on the bed couldn't help to smile. She held her newly born girl a bit tighter to her chest and patted on the empty space beside her.
'Of course you can look, Matty. Come say hello to your little sister.'
The three-year old climbed on the bed, careful not to wake the baby in his mother's arms. He settled down next to the tired looking woman and leaned over to get a better look. The door opened and a man walked in. He sat on the other side of the bed and smiled, putting down two cups of beverage. He didn't want to ruin this endearing moment.
'She's so small!' Matt gasped in wonder, which earned another loving smile from his mom. 'Have you named her yet?'
'Yes we have, honey. This is Phoebe.'

Unfortunately, the happiness of this completed family didn't last long, at least not as long as they hoped it would last. When little Phoebe turned five, their parents went out to dinner and didn't come back. The siblings were sent to their uncle, Gerald Carter. He was always drunk, smelled bad and didn't really care about the two children that lived in his dark and messy house. The first year, uncle Gerald didn't bother them much, as long as they walked to school by themselves and minded their own business. He grieved over the death of his brother and sister in law and just couldn't snap out of it. Slowly, the two kids watched their uncle decent into a madness he'd created all on his own.
After that, he became violent. Matt had a big mouth, inherited that from his mom, and he wasn't afraid to use it. Uncle Gerald often found himself so irritated he hit the kid on a daily base, just because Matty couldn't help but notice the way their uncle treated them wasn't like a parent should. As Phoebe and Matt grew older, their uncle got worse. Matt and Gerald got in horrible fights, the boy taking all the hits originally aimed at Phoebe too.

'Shh, Phoebe, be quiet. Uncle Gerald can't hear us. If he hears us, we're dead, you understand?' Matt turned to his sister, both of them standing on top of the staircase. Phoebe nodded swiftly, she knew just how awful it would be if uncle Gerald would notice they were out of bed, stealing food from the kitchen. Their uncle hadn't bothered to make dinner for the two, bawling about how the two children were ungrateful, needy and annoying.
Matt grabbed Phoebe's hand and they started to walk down the stairs, trying not to make a sound. Just when they reached the bottom a light flashed on. A broad but hunched over figure stood in the hallway, eyes gleaming through the shadows of his large eyebrows. Phoebe flinched at the sight of her angry and impending uncle. Matt squeezed her hand a little tighter, trying to ease his now trembling sister, ignoring the fact that he had shivers running down his spine too.
'So what do you think you two rascals are doing?' Gerald's voice roared across the small space between him and the scared kids.
'I guess we're just trying to get some food since you didn't give us anything, you bastard.' Snarled Matt, letting go of Phoebe and pushing her behind him, towards the stairs. He motioned her to get away, thinking over and over: I shouldn't let him win, I shouldn't be afraid, this is no way of living.

Matt decided that when he'd turn eighteen, he'd run away. When he was sixteen, he got his first job. Phoebe covered for him at home, so Gerald wouldn't know he was saving up. The time he spent away from that house he felt anxious for his sister, but he also felt like he was one step closer to a better life. He preferred work over the dark and messy place he had to wake up in every day. What he didn't know was that his uncle was way more out of his mind than he first had thought. The older Phoebe got, the more interest Gerald began to show in the beautiful girl. Somewhere in his twisted mind he knew that the craving he had for the young girl was utterly wrong, but at that point he was so completely under the influence of alcohol and other stuff, he just didn't care anymore. Eventually, when Phoebe was past the age of fifteen, Gerald wasn't satisfied with only glances and looks anymore.

'S-stop, what are you doing?' Phoebe asked, her voice trembled with growing fear. Her uncle had just grabbed her wrist and had started pulling her upstairs. She tried to resist his firm grip, which only resulted in her almost falling down. Gerald had been acting so strange, lately, stranger than he usually was. Phoebe had caught him staring at her, it freaked her out but she didn't think it was important enough to tell Matt. He had enough to worry about. But that afternoon, Gerald had just snapped. One moment he had watched Phoebe reading a book, curled up in the chair the furthest away from him, the other he'd suddenly stood up and rushed over to her. Now Gerald thrust her into his own shady room, a place she'd never liked to come, hardly ever did. Phoebe wanted to scream for help, but she knew nobody would hear her. Her uncle's wet mouth crushed into her neck, unexpected and disgusting. Phoebe flinched, trying to flee, trying to get away. She pushed, placed her hands at his chest, wanting to create a gap between them, but his arms were snaking around her, keeping her close. Disgust and despair filled her mind as a lump formed in her throat. No, no,no,no,no...
'Hey, anybody home?' Matt's warm voice travelled upstairs with the sound of a door slamming close. Gerald was startled long enough for Phoebe to break free and stumble towards the hallway.
'Matt, Matt, help me-' She gasped, out of breath, desperate to escape the beast that was supposedly her family. A big hand covered her mouth, pulling her back into the chubby but strong upper body of her uncle. Downstairs, Matt had heard the fear in his baby sister's voice. Without a second thought he hurried upstairs, practically flew across the steps. He saw Gerald, his big arms wrapped around his fragile looking sister, and he didn't doubt a moment before punching him in the face.

After the events of that evening , Matt packed their stuff and he and Phoebe ran away. Gerald didn't care about them enough to come after them, so from that moment on, Matt and Phoebe lived on their own. An older woman let them live in her house, Matt worked as much as he could and Phoebe went to school. For a little while, everything was okay, but Matt started doing jobs for some drug dealers and criminals and with that came more bad luck. Matt did drugs, Phoebe noticed and begged him to stop, and eventually the woman they lived with noticed it too, kicked them out of her house. Matt and Phoebe moved again, this time another town, and they got their own apartment. Matt stopped doing drugs, but his past caught up with him and because he had some depts people started coming after him and Phoebe.

'Phoebe, open the door.' A muffled voice woke Phoebe up from her light sleep,' P-Phoebe, it's me. Open the door, please.'
She jumped off the couch and hurried over to the door. She knew her brother was on the other side and the sound of his voice told her something was terribly wrong. She swung open the door, only to find her brother slumping against it which caused him to fall into her. Matt was clutching his stomach with one hand, and held a gun in the other.
'I-I shot someone,' he sounded petrified, his eyes were wide open and gazing across the room like an animal on the run. His t-shirt was stained red. His left hand was stained red. Phoebe wrapped her arms around her big brother and held him tight to keep him from collapsing. She pushed the door so it closed and led her shaking and probably wounded brother to the couch.
'Matt, Matty, it's okay.' Phoebe tried to comfort him and pulled the hand clutching his stomach away. A startled gasp left her mouth. Matt was wounded. Very, very badly. The blood was everywhere, all of a sudden. The red fluid dripped out of a gaping wound.
'It's not okay, Phoebe, it's not okay. They wouldn't leave me alone, they just wouldn't and-' panic seeped through his voice and tears started streaming down his face. His breath became quicker, more hasty.
'We have to get you to the hospital, Matt. You're bleeding.' Phoebe was so scared for her brother, tears welled up in her eyes. She took off her thin sweater and put it against the wound in attempt to stop the bleeding. She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her dress and dialed 9-1-1 with a shaking hand. The look in Matt's eyes became more dazed with every second that passed. He reached up to Phoebe, his little sister, the girl he was to protect and care for, the only family he had left, and touched her cheek lovingly. He managed to smile.
'It's going to be okay, Phoebe.' He whispered before closing his eyes.

After Matt died, Phoebe stayed behind. Everything she loved, everything she cared about, was gone and she was all alone.

So, what do you guys think about the first chapter? I know there hasn't been much of the Winchester brothers yet, but there will be in the next! Please leave a review, I'm curious about your opinions and criticism is always welcome.