A/N: Okay, guys. So, this is an idea that I got recently. Not slash, cause just... No. If you guys have any recommendations for later chapters, I am happy to take them into account. Please review, and tell me if I should continue! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

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Polson, Montana, 2016

Cora Shepherd was barely sixteen. It was April thirteenth, exactly one month after her birthday. She lived in a nice house, balcony, fancy dining table, treehouse, white-picket fence... Anything she could ever want, or so she thought. Cora had never quite clicked with her life. She blamed it on the autism, being on what seemed like a different plane of existence from everyone else.

Her father was an anesthesiologist, and her mother a lawyer, so they weren't short on money. But, neither of her parents knew how to connect with her, and she wasn't much help, either. Cora wasn't really great with people... to say the least. She was applying for college, but she didn't really want to go. Not now, if ever. Sure, she was smart enough. Her IQ was literally off the charts, too high to get an accurate reading. She just... well, it felt wrong. It wasn't for her, but her parents pressured her into it.

She had two little half brothers. A one and a half year old who was big for his age, named Flynn. One in IL living with one of his relatives. He was nine, and his name was Seanie. He insisted on Sean over the phone, but she ignored it for the most part.

Her older brother, Liam, was traveling for his restraunt, collecting obscure family recipes with that witty charm that seemed to bring out the best in people. The two of them had a.. unique relationship.

That was her life. Wake up, be what her parents wanted. Go to work at the café, be what they needed. Come home, babysit. Relax into a book, dinner, family activity, bed, rinse and repeat.

One day her family finally decided she was mature enough to watch the show Supernatural. She laughed along with the characters, her stomach churning when they were hurt or worse, wanting nothing more then to jump through the screen and lend a hand.

So when a demon came to her, having a way to do just that... She knew it was a bad idea. She had watched all the way through season six. But, if she had a chance to help them...to change the outcome... The demon didn't even want her soul. Just to possess her for a couple weeks.

It was the worst mistake she ever made.

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Polson, Montana, 2007

Dean nudged his younger brothers shoulder, successfully pulling him out of the nightmare he was trapped in. He had been planning to wake the poor kid soon anyways, check his head again, maybe let him drive some. His back was killing him.

They had left town, where they had run into the Trickster, and were headed for a new job. Some demon signs were showing up around here. Powerful one, too, by the look of it. They needed to be well rested for this one. "Time's it?" Sam mumbled, attempting to stretch in the small space.

"Bout three hours til. Wanna take a turn?" He asked halfheartedly, not really expecting a no. As predicted, Sam gives a nod, and waits for him to pull over.

Dean's asleep within eight minutes.

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The demon wasn't good at covering it's trails, and it was easy to corner. It was possessing a girl, probably around sixteen. She had short blue hair, blue eyes, a red hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. The demon was laughing at them. Dean knew this thing was powerful, and it was way too easy to trap. But, seriously. A demon laughing at you was never a good sign.

"The hell you laughin for!?" He shouts, not appreciating the smug demon in front of them, trapped in a circle of salt.

"Because my work is done," she states in a 'duh' tone, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Oh, this girl? She has a bit of... useful information. Well... okay, a lot." She took one last look at us and giggled. Giggled. What the hell?!

With that last move, she threw her head back, and the demon exited the girl, and broke the salt line. Like nothing. The girl fell limply to the ground, Sam barely catching her before she hit her head on the concrete. He arched an eyebrow at Dean, asking silently what the demon meant, only to receive a shrug in response.

What information could a child possibly have to give them?

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A/N: Alright, so it's a smidge shorter then intended, but it's only the prologue. The following chapters will be much more detailed and... just, better writing. As always, any review is welcome. Flames, thoughts, prompts and crtisisms. Thanks for reading!

UPDATED: 4/12/16