Disclaimer: I do not own or attempt to claim any of the Supernatural characters, nor any of the references that are made to the show. However I do own the original character in this story, Lillian Grey and everything about her.
Prologue
Lillian had grown up in a small backwoods town in Maine, far from any major city. Nothing ever really happened around the town because it was such a small community, so if one of them decided to murder someone, the whole town would now and would be on them in a second. There were a few times when weird accidents had happened and people died but those were very rare and would be cleaned up by the police or the FBI on occasion if it was super weird. As a result, those incidents never really got much attention the from the local gossip group. Lillian was content where she was, she had friend, a good home and school life and a loving family. There was nothing more she could wish for. That was before her family decided to move. They didn't even talk to her first, they just decided to pull up their roots and move. When Lillian had asked about it, her mother said it was because of a job opportunity for he father but Lillian could see that wasn't the real reason. She could tell that they were scared of what had been going on in the town. Lillian was also scared, but for different reasons. She knew that weird stuff had been happening but what frightened her more was moving to a new town in her senior year of high school and not having any friends at her new school. As long as she had lived, she had been at the same school, in the same town, with the same people. Although she hated some of her peers, she knew that once she was gone, she was going to miss each and every one of the people that she had grown up with.
Once they were all packed with everything loaded in the car the three members of the Grey family started to drive out of their small, familiar town. As they went, neighbors and various other people came out of their houses and shops, and waved goodbye to the one family that had the sense to get out of that area. That was what Lillian's mother said at least. As they drove Lillian had watched solemnly as her friends rode their bikes behind the stuffed vehicle, waving goodbye. It took only a few minutes for them to be completely out of the town. But when the trees closed and cut off the view of her childhood community, Lillian already started to miss the place. From there it took several days to reach their new home. At one point on the journey Lillian asked her parents where they were headed and their response was Shreveport, Louisiana. In Lillian's mind when she heard Louisiana, she pictured big bugs, muggy air and alligators. From that point on she was really missing her home in Maine and the closer they got to Louisiana, the more she didn't want to be there.
It took about a month for Lillian to finally accept the fact that she was stuck in Louisiana, and that they were not going to move back anytime soon if at all. Each morning for that month she would wake up and expect that her mother would be busily packing boxes while he father headed off to work to quit his new job. Each morning she would get up, head downstairs and find out that instead, her mother would be unpacking boxes and cooking breakfast while her dad put on his suit before he said his goodbyes to walk and the door to start his new job. The simplest way Lillian could describe it was torture. She would wake up full of hope only to have it dashed once she walked down the staircase into the kitchen.
After that month had finally passed and Lillian finally accepted the torture that was her life. From there it was another two months before her new school opened. On the first day, Lillian didn't even want to go to school. She was a new student in her senior year of high school and there was no way she was going to make friends. Even if she did, she would have to say goodbye to them after the year ended anyway. It had started to look like a lonely year ahead. This had put Lillian in a state of depression that carried all the way until her first class. When she walked into her first period class and went through the new student introduction, she then sat next to a very kind boy who looked like he was only a year older than her. Since she was born in the summer she had always been one of the youngest in the class meaning that she was going to graduate at seventeen. This boy was in the next few classes she had and when it hit lunch, she finally learned his name. His name was Cyrus Styne.