Prologue

When he heard the banging on the door, Bobby grabbed his gun and peered through the peephole.

John Winchester. Holding a damn baby.

He sighed and opened the door. "Who's the kid? Please tell me it's not yours." "She was just…there. I don't even remember her mom. Bobby, I didn't know what to do with her-

"Okay. Come in and we'll have a drink and you can tell me."

The story was setting alarm bells off straight away. The baby, who had been named Hope Mary Winchester, had shown up two days before outside John's motel room. There had been note, which read as follows:

Dear John,

I doubt you remember me. It was a terrible mistake to talk to you, but I do not believe I had a choice.

This is our daughter. I can't look after her so I hope you will. I've taken the liberty of giving her a first name, Hope. You can change it if you want, but I want her to be a ray of hope in the darkness of her world.

-Melinoe

Yep, that stank of half-blood. John was suspicious too, but the child had appeared to be entirely human and normal, so he'd taken her to the nearest hospital and explained the situation.

And then he'd driven straight to Bobby's.

"There was another note, too. For the kid." He handed Bobby a folded piece of paper.

"What do you want me to do with it?"

John sighed. "I don't want the boys to know about her, Bobby. I'm a little ashamed. I don't suppose you'd…"

Bobby looked down at Hope Winchester, who stared back with a blue-green gaze. If she was indeed a demigod (and wasn't Melinoe the name of some minor goddess?), better he keep an eye on her than John.

He'd always been able to see through the Mist. A demigod, a child of Athena, had eventually explained it to him and given him a Celestial Bronze dagger just in case.

When John had left, he got it out and carefully sliced a line into her arm. She howled, of course, but Hope Mary Winchester was most definitely a demigod.

Damn it.

When he later looked up Melinoe, he almost laughed out loud at the irony. A ghost goddess and a ghost hunter, who'd have thought it?

Hope eventually fell asleep, but only once he'd given her formula from a box he'd been forced to go and buy. She was adorable, it had to be said. She already had a thick mess of almost black hair and her eyes shifted shade almost every other minute. He figured that the hair was her mother's, but the eyes were just like Sam's.

"Bobby Singer, right?"

He grabbed a gun and leveled it at the woman standing in front of him, placing himself firmly between the intruder and Hope.

"Cool it, Mr. Singer. My name is Melinoe and that's my kid over there."

Bobby lowered the gun a little. "Lady, you better not have done this on purpose."

She sighed. "I get the feeling she had to be born, but people are so busy worrying about that son of Poseidon no one's really noticed her yet. They will, though, Mr. Singer. I don't know about your side, but the Olympians will notice her. She's a natural-born pantheon hopper, and those only crop up every couple of centuries."

"What in the hell is a pantheon hopper?"

"Someone born on two sides of the fence, as it were. That kid…she isn't supposed to exist. She'll be persecuted all her life, and I'm sorry."

"You think it's one of your prophecies?"

She looked the most miserable Bobby had ever seen a goddess look, but she answered "I guess so. Mr. Singer, you have to tell her. It's the only way she'll have a chance of scraping by and maybe getting to be an adult. It's not as though she gets a normal life. Don't let her have any illusions of humanity."

Bobby nodded.

Seven years later, Hope slammed the door behind her and hollered that she was home.

Then, she noticed the two extra guys and the demon in the devils' trap.

"Um. Hi?"

The demon let out a breathy laugh. "That isn't-". She started, but Bobby threw a bucket of holy water over her, which shut her up.

Bobby glanced over and said "Hope. Room. Now.

"But, Bobby-"

"Your room, Hope!"

She rolled her eyes and stomped off into her room.

It was a nice room. It had some photos and a couple knives lying on her table and a stash of food under the bed that she knew Bobby had found a long time ago. She had a room, too, an old thing with an iron frame.

She loved her room, but there was no way in Hell she was missing a demon thing. No, sir. Hope had never even seen a demon before, let alone a proper exorcism. Neither her dad nor Bobby had ever let her near one.

Hope grabbed a bottle of holy water, just in case, and a knife off the table.

She edged out the door and down the hall. The taller of the two other men, who were presumably hunters, had started reading an exorcism.

It was the coolest thing Hope had ever seen, excluding that time some of the big boys from the high school had set fire to Mr. Weinberg's store and the fire fighters had come with their truck to put it out.

Hope watched, enraptured at how awesome the entire situation was and thus didn't notice when one of the guys, the shorter one, saw her.

"Hope, right?"

She felt the panic set into her face for a second, but being scared wouldn't help anyone, so she just nodded.

"I'm Dean. You all right?"

"I just wanted to watch… I've never seen an exorcism before…"

The man, Dean, crouched down to her level. "You a hunter's kid?"

Hope nodded.

"That holy water you got there?

"It was in case the demon got out of the trap. Bobby told me it burns them. I don't know why; though. What's so holy about it?"

He looked her straight in the eyes. "I have no idea. Now, how 'bout you go back before Bobby sees you, huh?"

AN: Hey everyone! No idea if this was any good or not, but please review! This prologue was definitely set more in SPN than PJO, but fear not! There'll be plenty of CHB action too

-threelittleclouds