Prologue: 14 years before the Pilot
I ran threw the woods as fast as I could. Branches from cold, dead trees slapped my face and scratched as my arms as I ran threw the darkness, but I didn't dare slow down. I knew that if I did, it would catch me. Hell, no matter how fast I ran or how well I hid it would probably catch me anyway;once it was done with my parents that is.
It had started out as a lovely day. Dad, mom and I were taking an innocent camping trip; although I knew that was code for a hunting trip. Dad usually handed things like this himself but mom had insisted he would need her help with handling something this big. As an only child I was their whole world and they worked as hunters to keep my world safe. I had learned aboout hunting by laying beside the heating vent and listening to them talk late into the night. When they finally decided to tell me about all the horrors in the world on my eighth birthday I was pretty well informed. Now two years later and I was finally on a hunting trip, but it hadn't been their choice to bring me. I had snuck out of my baby-sitters back window and hid in their trunk, by the time they realized I was there we were already at the entrance ot the forest. The thing they were hunting was a werewolf; this werewolf lived in an old cabing outside the forest and when it turned it made its way to the local camp grounds to find food.
Everything was going great until it showed up. The werewolf was smarter than dad had anticipated and it knew hunters when it seen them. It attacked quickly; jumping from the forest with making a noise and pulling mom into the blackness. She barely had time to scream before I heard the loud cracking that sounded like her rib cage being ripped apart. Thats when I ran; dad quickly pushed me into the forest and went after the werewolf himself. I hadn't run very far before I hear his scream pierce the night; and that's how i lost my parents.
I should've died in those woods, but God had other plans for me. I ran as fast and as far as I could, but it gained on me within minutes. I was thrown to the ground and the last thing I remember before slipping into unconsciousness was hearing a gunshot and having the werewold fall down dead right next to me.
John Winchester saved me that day and he's saved me a few times since. After that day he took me into his family and raised me alongside his two boys as a hunter. I don't think about my parents very much, in fact their memories are pretty blurred in my mind. John knew my dad from the Core; so most of what I remember are the stories he's told me.
My name is Bree Matthews and this is my story.
