Prologue
Stranger things have happened to me. But this one, I would say is the strangest. Oh god, why did this have to happen to me, but right now, I need to put on my big girl panties, and tell you my story, 'cause let me tell you something, you're not going to like it one bit.
Chapter 1
"Mommy? Where's daddy and Jake going?" my six year old self asks. My mother grins, her eyes puffy from goodbyes. She knelt down to my level, "Their going, out." She said with a sad smile. She rubbed my shoulders, "Can I at least say goodbye?" I asked a little perky. She looked down sadly, "Let's get you to bed" she said picking me up.
I looked at the door while my mother was carrying me up the stairs. I thought I saw something glint in the window, but I passed it off.
After I was in bed and my mother was fast asleep. I heard the back door creak open. I smiled and ran downstairs quietly thinking it was my dad.
"Daddy?" I whispered. It was pitch black and was easy for anything to attack. I heard a loud groan, "Daddy? Is that you?" I whispered again. I heard a laugh, and then something grabbed me and jerked me back. I screamed but whatever it was covered my mouth. I started crying, "Shh, shh, it's okay little one, I just want to know where-" it was cut off by the clicking of a gun; "Let her go." My father's voice boomed.
I heard the laugh once again, "James, oh poor sweet James. I have been waiting for you. To bad your son 's now dead, oh and I would check on your wife." His hot breath lingered, "oh and finally, this one."
"I said, let her go" my dad yelled, "No, no, no, it doesn't work that way." Then I heard a shot. And the next thing I knew I was running away. That was fifteen years ago. I don't know what happened to my dad, my brother, or my mom. But I do know it was a demon that killed my mom and my brother. And that's why I'm a hunter.
When I was eighteen, I met Bobby Singer; he taught me everything I know. We both have been tracking down my dad ever since. And we still are.
"Dammit Casey." He said in frustration and slammed his book down. I placed my drink on the table, "What's up?" I asked walking over to him. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Listen. You need to get out and be a real hunter okay?" I looked at him confused, "Why the sudden comment?" I said.
"Casey, you have been locked up in this house for three years, you need to go out and do what every hunter does." I stood there looking down, "Fine, okay, I'll go out. Where do I start?" he smiled. Then the doorbell rang, I got it" I said walking to the door.
I unlocked it and opened the door carefully, with salt ready. I threw open the door which revealed, well, none other than the Winchesters. Bobby came up behind me, "Dean, Sam, what do you boys need?" he said pushing me aside. He let them in, "Bobby! And um, who's this?" one of the boys said. He had short dark brown hair and hazel green eyes. He smiled and winked at me. I took a step back.
Bobby looked at me, "That's um, Casey, Casey this is Dean, Dean Winchester, and that's Sam." He said pointing to the other one who had long brown hair and brown eyes. I put my hand out, "Nice to finally meet you, both" I said, "Now how can I help you two" Bobby asked.