A/N: Don't like the plot or pairings, then don't read this fic.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural. Nope. Not me. I wish.
WORD COUNT: 1, 125
Prologue:
The Half-Greek, the Lycan and the Hunter.
April 5th, 1999:
It was cold.
She remembered that it was cold where she was being kept.
She was scared and she was in pain.
Lots of pain.
She had called for her mummy and daddy but they didn't come, which caused her to become even more terrified of the people that had taken her.
Her mummy told her to close the window at night, because mummy was worried that bad people would get in. Mummy was very sush-pish-oos. Tommy, her big brother would always cheer her up by calling the monsters in her closet, 'booger men'. It always made her laugh.
But now she couldn't smile.
She just wanted her mummy, her daddy, her big brother and her Binky-Bear.
She shivered from the cold.
Her cuts and gashes were no longer bleeding, the flow having slowed to a stop hours ago. Now all it had to keep it from reopening was a thin layer of dry blood that had crusted over the wound. One move too many or too big and the injury would start to leak, causing more blood loss. Her princess pajamas were in tatters.
"It's a miracle she's lasted this long. You'd think an ordinary six-year-old would be dead by now." One of the monsters tapped at her injured side with his steel-capped foot, making her whimper in pain. She was badly wounded on her side. "Should we turn her?"
Turn her?
"Hmmm, do you think she could handle it? She'll be your responsibility if she survives. We don't know if they can survive the transformation at such a young age, if she dies, you'll be dumping the body." A menacing feminine voice answered from the shadows, licking her lips, "but I'm also hungry and it's been quite a while since I've eaten such a young heart."
"Mmm, it has been quite a while since we've had a good meal."
"I think you've chowed down on enough hearts, don't you?" A gruff, young voice called out, making the small girl lift her head woozily and her blurry eyesight cleared for a moment. Long enough for her too see two candy-apple green eyes, creased in focus as he watched the two monsters.
"You're a hunter!" The female snarled, making the girl curl in on herself in fear. "How did you get in here?" She demanded.
"What, you think I came here all on my lonesome?" The hunter taunted, "Now, the rest of your little pack is either dead or dying, so I'd be very aware of my position if I were you, especially if I saw a handsome hunter pointing a gun filled with silver bullets at me." The hunter started to circle the two werewolves, getting closer to the girl, "now you're going to back away from the girl and if you so much as breathe, I'll take both of you down. Make no mistake, I've got some nifty silver bullets in my favourite gun and I'm not afraid to use them." He looked to the male, who was closest to the six-year-old they saw in the article, aiming his gun straight to the monster's heart. "Get away from her." The man held at gunpoint raised his hands and slowly sidestepped away from the six-year-old girl who trembled and shook. She froze when she heard the new man talk, "you're Althea Kennedy, yeah?" When she nodded, the hunter smiled gently. "Hi, Althea. My name's Dean, I'm here to take you home to your Mummy and Daddy. Do you think you can stand up?"
Althea shook her head from side to side.
"Okay, sweetheart. I'll finish up with these guys really quick. Do you think you can close your eyes? We're going to play a game, it's called 'What Was There Before?'" Althea liked these types of games, so she nodded and slowly closed her eyes, trusting the new man who hadn't hurt her as soon as he entered the dark room. "When I tell you to, I want you to open your eyes and tell me what was there before, okay? Now, cover your ears, it's going to get loud."
"Don't underestimate us!" The male roared just as Althea clamped her hands over her ears tightly and all she could hear were muffled growls and roars, before two loud bangs rang out and then silence ensued.
Althea wanted to open her eyes and see what was going on but she kept her eyes closed, like she was told until she heard his voice, though a bit muffled. "Okay, Althea, you can open your eyes now."
With that, she slowly opened them and Dean was in front of her, a gentle grin on his face as he slowly slid his arms around her and lifted her tiny body up and close to his chest, ignoring the pungent smell of dried blood as he cradled her. "Okay, what was there before?"
Althea looked around, a cute little frown marring her brows as she nestled deeper into his chest, "the monsters aren't there anymore." She murmured softly, her voice was scratchy and he found that she had a lisp.
"That's right. The monsters are all gone. You're safe now, sweetheart." Dean whispered, rubbing her back, where she thankfully, wasn't injured.
Althea looked up, her young, cute features marred by the cuts and blood, but her honey hazel eyes were discernable and remarkable. "Are you sure?" She whispered, her eyes turning from side to side carefully, before they turned to Dean's again, "I can go home and see Mummy and Daddy?"
Dean nodded and his face broke out into a large grin as her little face lit up, her eyes wide as she smiled, her bottom-front tooth missing as she hugged him. "Thank you, Dean."
"You're welcome, sweetheart." Dean gently readjusted her to a more comfortable spot in his arms and she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and rested her head against the space where his neck and shoulder joined, her soft breath tickling the sensitive skin, but he made no move to change her position. It reminded him of Sam and how he would feel if something similar had happened. His arms tightened involuntarily around her body. "Let's get you home, huh?"
Althea nodded.
