The Supernatural

by XxXFallenAngelsXxX

Charlotte Winchester is not your average girl, she hunts things that haunt your darkest nightmares. She never wanted to do this but she was forced into it after her twin brother and mother died from the yellow eyed demon. Now she's sixteen and a half years old and she is starting to get headaches like Sam did before he found out he was chosen for the demon's side in the apocalypse.

1. Prologue

16 Years ago….

It was the night that me and my twin brother—Sammi John—turned six months old, I lay in my dad's room and Sammi lay in his room with our mom. The room was dark and quiet, except for Dad's loud snoring and then suddenly the snoring stopped; Dad rustled around in the covers, and then he stood up from his bed and walked over to me in my crib.

He looked down at me and smiled, and then he picked me up. Quietly he asked "How are you still awake?" Dad smiled and kissed me on the forehead, and then he laid me back down in my crib.

Dad walked out the door and down the hall, and then I heard soft whispers from the kitchen "Dean, stop. Last time this happened we ended up with two kids," Mom said playfully then quietly laughed.

Next to my crib a window slowly opened and a black smoke flew into my room and on the other side of my crib a man stood, his eyes were a vibrant yellow color. "Hello there, you sure are cute," he said, and voice sounded like a hissing sound. He took out of his black jacket pocket a silver knife, and he cut the palm of his hand open. Blood flowed from his wound, and the yellow eyed man let a few tiny drops fall into my mouth. He smiled evilly, and then turned into black smoke once again and flew across the hall into Sammi's room.

I heard loud footsteps walking slowly down the hall, and my dad walked into the room, he closed the door, and walked over to my crib. Looking over at me he smiled, and then picked me up.

Then, we heard it; the loudest, most sickening, blood curdling scream coming from Sammi's room.

Dad gripped me tights and ran out of my room with me in his arms, he ran across the hall and kicked open the door to Sammi's room. Everything was on fire a large puddle of blood was on the floor, and Mom was nowhere to be seen. Sammi's crib was a raging inferno, and shooting out the window was the black smoke that had visited me. "Yellow eyes," Dad muttered, and his eyes darted down to me. Then he ran out of the mass inferno that was Sammi's room, and out of the house. Soon the entire neighborhood was watching in disbelief as our house erupted into flames.

Dad watched the house burn down to the ground with a straight face, and he held me tight in his arms. Fire engines rushed to the scene, they were frantic about trying to put the fire out but nothing seemed to be working.

Dad looked down at me and said with a straight face "We're going to kill that evil son of a bitch."