Lawrence, Kansas—Mayson Household

A yellow-eyed man stands in an infant's room, his scarred and calloused form looking out of place in a room painted bright purple with stuffed animals lining the walls, but he paid it no mind as the infant wrapped her small fingers around one of his own. He has a devilish smile on his face, knowing what the child is to become; having vampire blood running through her veins, mixed with her mother's own Chosen bloodline that stretched all the way back to the source. The infant, a little girl, is barely six months old and already the few teeth she has are sharper than normal. Yes, this child would do well in his army. The man's yellow eyes show mischief, reveling in the genius of his plan.

He knew the child's biological father well enough and he was also the one that convinced the vampire to take the girl's mother and, after the child was born, the mother was bitten, though she didn't survive the change.

The child, Elizabeth, could be powerful in her own right, but she would have to be trained. Elizabeth's race was nowhere near rare, her kind populated a good ten percent of the world. It was Lucifer's favorite race of beings, named as Chosen by Azazel's master a moment after the race was made.

The child down the street, an infant named Sam Winchester, could quite possibly be his most valuable asset yet. Sam was special, the perfect storm of a bloodline and angelic purpose, and Azazel would stop by later to put his own mark on the child. One day he would take over this world create a hell on earth, and these two may be the ones to help him do just that.

He was going to win.

Chandler, Oklahoma—22 Years Later

"Where are you, you creepy son of a bitch?" The thing isn't going to come out of the alley alive, Liza's tracked it too long for it to just escape again. "Come on! You ain't Houdini!" The ghoul seems to come out of nowhere, its fist connecting with Liza's jaw and knocking her to the hard ground. Groaning, she clambers back on her feet and brings her knife out. The ghoul lets out a dark laugh, backhanding her before pinning her against the filthy brick wall behind her.

"I nearly forgot how fun this was," the ghoul smirks, his breath reeking of rotted meat. "You hunters are just too easy!" Liza's never faced one of these things before, but she knows it needs to be stopped and she's the only hunter in town at the moment. From what she could gather, she was about to be killed slowly and the have her corpse devoured. On top of it all, it'll most likely hurt like hell, too. She tightens her hold on the knife and rams it into the ghoul's side, making it howl as it jerks away in pain.

"Ya know," she tells it breathlessly," I have no idea what I'm doin', but I bet that hurt like a bitch." The monster growls low in its throat before throwing the knife away and lunging forward, knocking her against the wall again, blood trickling down the back of her neck from the impact. "Fuck!" Falling back in her stubborn nature, she pushes the pain to the back of her mind and kicks the ghoul in the stomach as hard as she could, forcing it to fall backwards and hit its head on the metal dumpster behind it.

Clapping alerts her to someone's presence and she tenses immediately. If there's another monster, then I'm completely screwed. "Way to go, Liza," says an all too familiar voice. She can't make out the speaker in the dim lighting of the alley, but she knows it's a man and he's around six feet tall with an athletic build, short brown hair, green eyes, and a give 'em hell grin.

"Dean Winchester." She rolls her eyes, trying to catch her breath. "Unless you plan on buying some of my niece's Girl Scout cookies, then you can—" She's cut off when the ghoul jumps on top of her, hands around her throat and squeezing tightly. Dean kicks a machete over to Liza and she grabs it quickly, burying it in the ghoul's skull. "Would you just stay dead? Anyway, Dean, buy cookies or go away."

"John's missing." Liza looks up at him, squinting to make him out better in the failing streetlamp. "He was on a hunt and I haven't heard from him in a while." He's serious, rare for Dean. Nodding, she pushes the creature off her and get to her feet again.

"You think it's the demon?" Dean shrugs his shoulders, wiping some blood off Liza's sore and bruised face. "I'll help, but what am I gonna tell Lilly? I mean, she's only three, she won't understand why she has to go back to Tanya's early."

"Tell her that you have to go away on business to catch the bad guys. Oh yeah, and that I want some Thin Mints." Liza lets out a breathless laugh, letting Dean help her down the street to the Impala she spent a good chunk of her childhood in. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Shut up, Dean, you know that's not gonna do you any good. After all, I care about your dad, too." That was total bullshit, but he doesn't need to know that. They get in the front seat of the car, relaxing for a little while and not noticing more ghouls coming up behind them. "So, where are we headed after I pack my stuff?"

"To spring Sammy from the boring life of college."

"I'll bet he's gonna just love that."

It's almost two hours later when Liza and Dean walk into her apartment, the ghoul Liza had taken down seconds before Dean announced his presence had three other friends and they were all nastier than the last. Groaning as she enters the living room, Liza flops backwards onto her couch, laying her sore feet in Dean's lap. She was tired, she was sore, and she could easily fall asleep right here if everything remained still and silent. Times like this make me wonder why the hell fighting monsters is a thing.

"Sissy," a small, curious voice asks. Liza's eyes flicker open and she can see her niece standing the in the doorway, holding a stuffed teddy bear close to her chest, green eyes widening as she looks over at Dean. Lilly's only met him a couple of times before and probably can't remember much about him. She takes a small step forward, eyes never leaving Dean.

"It's alright, sweetie." Liza smiles as she sits up, beckoning for her niece to come sit with them. "This is my friend, Dean. He plans on buying some cookies." Dean gives the three year old a dazzling smile, holding out a hand for her to shake and winking when she settles one of her hands inside his larger one. "Hon, I'm gonna have to go away for a while so your mommy and daddy are gonna take care of you. I'll visit when I can." After her mother died, Lilly was taken to a foster home and Liza was able keep her every other weekend. "Are you okay with cutting this weekend a little short?"

"Are you gonna go beat up the bad guys, Sissy?" Liza gives her a sad smile, nodding. "Is your friend gonna help?" Suddenly her eyes get big, looking like she's just thought of something earth-shattering. "Are you two gonna get married? Oh, oh, can I be the flower-thrower-person?" Dean and Liza share an awkward look, memories of their dads' teasing the two of them coming to the forefronts of their minds.

"Uh, no, we're just really good friends," Dean assures her. "But, if I ever marry someone you'll be the first person I go to about flowers." Her eyes light up and she jumps off Liza's lap and into his, making him pinky swear. "Yeah, yeah, of course I promise. What kind of man wouldn't want someone adorable at their wedding to throw flowers at people?" Lilly giggles, blushing a little at the compliment.

"Alright, Lillybug," Liza says, delivering a light pat to her leg," go get some sleep 'cause we're leaving first thing tomorrow." She nods, running back to her bedroom. "Way to go, slick, charming a three year old takes a lot of talent that I didn't think you had." He gives her a fake glare, pouncing as she tries to get up and straddling her back.

"Do I really need to remind you just how charming I can be," he asks in a low, seductive voice that sends shivers down her spine.

"Dean, Lilly's a very light sleeper."

"Then we'll be quiet," he murmurs, turning Liza over and placing a feather-light kiss on her lips.

God, how I've missed this.