I do not own Little House on the Prairie or Supernatural or its characters. I just own Libby Matthews.

A/N: This will start out as a Little House on the Prairie fanfic, but then it will crossover into Supernatural! So, if you don't like Little House on the Prairie, you may want to skip this part and go onto part 2. You should be able to follow without reading part 1 first. I hope you enjoy! Thank you!

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"I'm really sorry Lib…..maybe next time you'll be the lucky one to be picked," commented my best friend, Kristie. I looked across the lunch table at her and frowned as I closed my ELA notebook. She twirled a strand of her long, blonde hair and then adjusted her glasses on her face. She had beautiful blue eyes but they always appeared sad to me, even when she was laughing. Oh how I envied her. She had two parents that loved her, 2 little brothers, plus she was smart and beautiful. I was your typical plain jane. I had long brown hair and big brown eyes. I was short and thin. I thought my body frame looked like boy since I still hadn't gone through puberty. I also had freckles that covered my nose and cheeks, a trait that I disliked immensely.

"No one wants a 12 year old," I commented disappointedly. "Let's face it; I'll be living in a group home until I'm 18." I watched as Kristie scrunched up her face and shook her head. She always hated the pessimist in me, but I couldn't help it, I had been through a lot of shit. I was just feeling sorry for myself which was pretty typical. I had been living in a crowded group home for the past 2 years and still hadn't been able to hook a foster family. I was raised by my Grandma until I was 10. She was an amazing woman and I loved her like she was my Mom, but I also put her through a lot. I got into a lot of trouble and I wasn't exactly an easy child to love, but she loved me more than anything in the world. Well, that all came to an end when she passed away suddenly of a heart attack.

"I wish you could come and live with us," Kristie commented. I laughed at her comment. Kristie's parents hated me. They thought I was a bad influence on her and banned us from being friends. The lunch bell rang and I quickly stuffed my snack into my lunchbox. We headed back to our classroom. I was kind of eager to get back to class since we were working on our family trees and so far I had researched my family back to the 1800's to the Ingalls family in Walnut Grove, Minnesota. Life seemed so easy then and how I wished I could visit there, even for a day. I sat down at my desk and pulled out my iPad and continued my research. I was buried in my research when the dismissal bell rang 2 ½ hours later.

I packed up my backpack and headed toward the exit. I waited by the door for some of my fellow group home inhabitants to get there so we could walk home together. They were all boys and most of the time they wouldn't show up because they had skipped school for the day. I glanced at my watch to find that fifteen minutes had passed so I left school on my own. The streets of Queens, NY were hustling and bustling with daily activity. I walked home slowly, enjoying the warm spring sun on my skin. It had been a long winter. I passed by an alleyway that was known for its homeless people.

"Hey kid," called a voice. I stopped, wondering if the voice was referring to me. I peered down the dark, creepy alley curiously when suddenly a man was standing in front of me, startling me. He looked older, his face covered in gray facial hair and only his beady, black eyes peering out. He was dressed in a long sleeved NY Rangers t-shirt and sweatpants. Dirt covered his skin and clothing. "Here, this is for you," he stated as he shoved a crinkled up brown paper bag into my hands.

"Oh, no thank you," I replied as I tried to shove it back into his hands, "I don't do drugs."

"Sweetie, this is no drug, this is your future," he replied as he placed it back into my hands and released it. "Make a wish, any wish, and it's yours, but remember, you only get one wish," he stated gruffly. I peered down at the paper bag and shook my head. When I looked back up, the man was gone. I looked around and he was nowhere in sight. I crumbled up the bag and continued on my way home. Once I arrived outside the group home, there were cop cars everywhere, surrounding the house. I assumed someone had been busted for drugs or something bad like that. It was the same drama, different day. I continued passed the big, brick building and headed to a nearby park. I sat down on a bench and fumbled with the bag in my hands. My curiosity getting the best of me, I opened it. A small, red sparkling stone sat at the bottom of the bag. I reached in and pulled it out. I admired its beauty in the palm of my hand. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I decided I would give it a try. I would make a life changing wish. But what should I wish for? I sat for hours and just stared at the stone and finally, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to meet my ancestors. So, I did it. I made wish.

To Be Continued

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