Summary: As he is finishing up a case in the remote town, Avery, New York, John hears about the disappearance of his late sister's husband, and his own son, Alexander. But when he learns that he had a five-year-old niece, Genevieve Fallon, things get far more complicated when Ginny meets John, and twelve-year-old Sam, and sixteen-year-old Dean, and it turns out the disappearance of her father and twin brother was not an accident.

Rated T

Sort of AU, because of the outcome of this story, and I guess it might be WeeChesters, though the story is mostly John, at least in the beginning.

Damaged

Prologue:

Was it her imagination, or was Genevieve Fallon's home really burning down before her very eyes? She was only five-years-old, but she knew very well that this was no dream. It was all far too intense, and way to vivid. The heat was burning her alive, and the smoke was choking her, turning her breath into rasping gasps for air. Her skin was grimy with sweat and ash, and she was already lying on the floor, suffocating on the thick smoke.

She was alone, crying silently on the floor underneath her bed, while the fire burned away at everything in her room—her few toys and books, the closet of secondhand clothing, and her brother's bed, just on the far wall. Alex was gone, too. Ginny hadn't seen him since she had woken up to the smoke alarm in the hallway blaring. All she had seen was his bed, with the covers flung back and his favorite brown bear gone. Now Ginny was cowering on the hard, hot wooden floor, clutching a stuffed dog she had dubbed Snowy as an even littler girl. She could see the flames in her room, rippling across the walls and swooping out the single, shattered window. The floor was begin to creak as flames swept across it—within minutes, the floor would collapse, just like the stairs.

Ginny covered her mouth with her hands, tears sliding down her face silently now. Her throat was too hoarse to cry or scream anymore. She just wanted help. Would anyone ever save her?

The floors creaked again, and Ginny felt something lurch underneath her—the foundation. A scream attempted to jump out of her throat, but it was caught behind a fit of raging coughs.

"Daddy!" Ginny cried, clutching tighter at Snowy, the dog's floppy, dirty ears rubbing against her sweaty face. "ALEX!" Another heavy groan above the roar of flame, and Ginny forced herself to scream—

Without warning, there was a crash, and Ginny cowered underneath the bed, mouth wide open in a silent scream as she clutched at Snowy, terrified to even move as something heavy thudded against the flaming floor.

"Hello?" A deep voice shouted, "Hello?!" Ginny raised her head. Out of the very corner of her eye, near the window, she could see heavy, shiny looking black boots.

"Is anyone here?" The voice called, then more loudly, "GINNY?"

Ginny let out a whimper, and shuffled across the floor in her long white nightgown, her hot, dirty feet, struggling to keep from touching the searing wood. Again, the floor creaked as Ginny tried to crawl towards the edge of the bed to see who had come, just as a gloved hand reached under the bed, and the black boots vanished as a face in a black mask appeared.

"Ginny?" The voice beyond the mask asked. A black glove reached for her arm, gently pulling her forward. Ginny was paralyzed, unable to move as the faceless mask nodded. Ginny heard the floor creak again, and acting on sheer instinct, she scrambled forward, and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her in a tight brace as Ginny gathered her voice and sobbed into the dirty, hard yellow and black coat.

"It's OK, it's OK." The fireman said reassuringly, keeping strong arms around her as he stood up, and hurried back towards the window, and the floor creaked underneath them. Ginny raised her head just enough to see the rails of a ladder had been pulled up to the window.

The fireman shifted slightly, getting ready to scale down the ladder again as the flames roared higher, threatening to burn away the top of Ginny's exposed head.

"Just a minute, kid," The fireman rasped, "You'll be safe in a minute, I promise."

But he never got a chance. For just as he leaned over to begin the long journey down the ladder, there was a loud splintering sound, followed by a dreadful groan.

"Holy shit—" The man swore, just as Ginny let out a dreadful scream, and the floor fell out from under them as they fell into darkness below.

The man let go of Ginny midway through the fall. As they hurtled downward, Ginny had little more on her mind than the sheer terror—she was going to die, hot, alone, and scared in this fire. Not even the fireman could save her.

Her body slammed into the second floor with a loud thud, just a few feet away from the fireman's. There was a sickening crack, and he didn't move when he hit the floor. Ginny didn't try to move—the fire wasn't as bad on the second floor yet. But the smoke was just as awful, automatically choking her lungs.

For a moment, Ginny lie on the new, slightly hotter floor, not trying to move. Her arm was a fiery stretch of pain—she knew she wouldn't be able to move it if she tried. The fireman lying next to her didn't move either—his chest wouldn't even rise to take breath. Ginny knew he was dead, just like she would soon be.

Ginny heard a few footsteps over the quaking floor. She looked up towards the doorway, and saw the door had been knocked off its hinges. She was lying in her father's bedroom, she realized, on the polished wooden floor, just a few inches away from the bed.

"Daddy?" Ginny cried again, weaker than ever. She clutched at Snowy, who had magnificently survived the fall. "Daddy?!"

"Not Daddy," Said an icy voice. Ginny looked up to see a deathly pale woman standing in the doorway, her dangerously beautiful face silhouetted against the flames, "Lucia."

The woman was tall and slender, wearing jeans and a short, blood red shirt underneath a black leather jacket. She was ashen, an ivory pale, with long, straight black hair, and almond eyes. Her crimson lips smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.

Lucia smiled at Ginny, "Hello." She said, "Sorry to meet in such horrible circumstances, but…" Her eyes went wide, flashing a whole, deep, terrifying charcoal black, "But I really do need to talk to you, Ginny."

Ginny opened her mouth in a silent, awestruck scream as the woman stepped forward with an unbreakable speed, her slim, strong fingers wrapping securely around Ginny's throat and hoisting her into the air.

"Abominations aren't tolerated, especially not your kind." Lucia hissed, her eyes still the horrible black as Ginny choked and sputtered, Snowy falling from her hands and sliding underneath her father's empty bed.

"So…goodbye, Genevieve." Lucia's head cocked sickeningly as she watched the little girl die, the life spinning out of her eyes.

"N-no." Ginny gasped, fingers scrabbling as her vision began to go blurry.

Lucia smiled, "Sorry?" She asked, tightening her grip on Ginny's throat.

"N-no." Ginny rasped, kicking a few times, and then, much, much louder in a sudden bout of adrenaline, "NO!"

There was a blast of energy, and Lucia screamed, her eyes flashing back to their crystal blue as she flew away from Ginny, who fell to the ground. She grabbed Snowy with her good hand, the other dangling limply and screaming with pain.

Lucia's body slammed into the wall with a loud crash, knocking down a picture of a woman with long, curling blonde hair, which shattered as it cracked over Lucia's head.

Ginny ran for the nearest window, the one on the other side of her father's bed. It was a tall, spotless window with a perfect view of the woods outside the house. Ginny flung herself forward, body sailing, and the glass shattered and screamed as Ginny flew forward, soaring towards the earth. It was a twenty foot drop to the ground, and she wouldn't remember hitting the earth when she woke up.

Well, I'm not sure if anyone will really like it or not, but I figured it couldn't hurt to try. I used to do a little Fanfiction, but I figured I'd take a crack at this. Review and let me know what you think, and I'll try and post another chapter sometime soon.