First off, I want to thank you for choosing to read my story! I have worked very hard on this, and I hope that you enjoy it! Hopefully if all goes well, I will be able to publish chapters on Tuesdays and Saturdays. If I can't work it out to publish on one of those days, then I will tell you all otherwise. Please feel free to review, I love constructive criticism!

-Sparky

*Disclaimer*

I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe, only Sarah.

I grabbed the brown grocery bags out of the back of my red 1969 Chevrolet Camaro. I carefully shut and locked the door without spilling the various food items, and then walked up the small driveway to our humble one-story house that I had lived in my whole life.

I cautiously maneuvered so that I could reach around and grab the house key out of my back pocket, and then inserted it into the door and turned to push it open with a gentle shove of my back.

"Mom!" I yelled into the quiet house as I shut the door back behind me. "I'm back!"

My mom had sent me on a quick run to the store to grab a few groceries for the upcoming week. Honestly, I didn't know why she hadn't done it herself, because it would've been easier for her to drop by on the way home from her job as a nurse at a small medical clinic in town. But I didn't mind her asking, besides, she probably wanted to get home early today. It was Friday after all.

I walked into the kitchen and sat the groceries down on the counter. "Mom?" I asked loudly, surely she would've heard me by now. I shrugged; maybe she had fallen asleep after she had gotten home.

Instead of waiting for a reply, I started to put the groceries away. I pulled a gallon of milk out of the first bag, but when I turned to pull open the refrigerator door, I noticed a small blot on the wall next to the door.

Curious, I sat the milk back down on the counter and walked over to inspect the small area. It was dark in color, and about the size of a quarter. A small trickle of the liquid was beginning to run down the wall below the splotch. I gently stuck my finger to it, and when I pulled away it came back red.

I was immediately on edge. I looked around the rest of the room, and found a small trail of blood leading across the floor and down the hallway in our house. Quietly, I moved over next to the stove where mom kept her knives in a wooden holder and grabbed a large butcher knife. Then I followed the blood trail across the kitchen, wondering how I hadn't noticed it sooner. I stopped at the corner, and pressed my back up against the wall.

I turned to look down the hallway, and seeing that it was clear, slowly crept down to the next door, which was the bathroom. Turning the knife in my hand so that it faced out, I quickly thrust the door open, only to find nothing on the other side.

I moved to the opposite side of the hallway, where my mom's office was. I did the same there, and also at my bedroom, which was the next door down, only to be met with the same results as the bathroom.

At the end of the hallway was my mom's bedroom. I grasped the door handle with the hand that wasn't clutching the knife, and took a deep breath to steel myself. Looking down, I saw that the blood trail was leading under the door. If I was going to find anything, it was going to be in there.

I threw the door open, expecting the worst, but at first glance nothing seemed out of place. Then I saw the blood trail leading to the opposite side of the bed. I followed it around to the other side, and the knife slipped through my fingers and clattered to the floor.

My mom was lying, seemingly unconscious, on the floor beside the bed surrounded by her own blood. The bed sheets that must have fallen on the floor beside her had also been stained a deep satin color.

I rushed to her, dropping on my knees to the floor. I saw that she had pressed her hands over her abdomen, and I assumed that was where the wound was. I reached down and grasped her shoulder.

"Mom?" I asked, but got no response.

"Mom!" I yelled, she stirred a little, before going still again. That was all I needed to know, that she was still alive. I grabbed her other shoulder.

"Mom!" I yelled again, shaking her shoulders with both hands. "Please! Wake up!"

She stirred again, but this time her eyes flickered open. Not much, but they were open. That was all that mattered.

"Hey baby." She whispered, so low I almost missed it.

I started to slide my arm under her limp shoulders. "Mom, c'mon. I need to get you to a hospital." I said, my voice cracking. I could barely stand it to see her like this. Mom was always the strong one in any situation.

"Sarah." She said, as I tried to lift her up. I brought her head up onto my lap, trying to get in a better position to hoist up her limp form.

"Sarah." She said, sterner. I looked at her, hesitating in my efforts.

"It's no use sweetheart," she said. "It'll come back."

I shook my head. "Mom, no." I nearly sobbed. I brushed some blood-caked hair behind her ear. "That's why you sent me out." I whispered in realization. My mom had known whatever hurt her was coming.

"We both knew it could happen, Sarah." Mom replied, her eyes soft. A tear slipped down my cheek.

"You know what to do Sarah. Be strong for the both of us." My mom whispered, her eyes fading. "I love you."

"I love you too, mom." I replied back as her eyes slipped closed. I sucked in a deep breath, it had all happened so fast. I placed my hand down on my mother's blood stained shirt, and sobbed when I couldn't feel a heartbeat.

When I could compose myself again, I gently laid my mom's lifeless body back down on the floor and got up off my knees. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror in the bedroom. The figure staring back at me didn't seem alarmed at her blood-stained clothes.

I ran back around the bed and into the hallway, stopping at the closet in mom's bedroom on the way to grab a large duffle bag. I went as fast as I could manage, not knowing how long I would have until the it that my mom had been talking about came back.

I dashed into my mom's office, and reached up onto the top of the cabinets that had been installed there. I found the envelope containing the two letters that she had put there, one for me, another for a man named Bobby Singer, and an address to said man's house. She left that there in case anything happened to her. I didn't hesitate in grabbing the envelope.

I placed the thick envelope into the duffle and then spun around to the safe underneath my mom's desk, hurriedly spinning the dial. I popped the door open, and grabbed our legal documents and the stored money that my mom had saved for emergencies.

After I had stuffed those into the duffle bag, I ran back around the desk to a larger cabinet and reached up to the top corner to grab the key that my mom had showed me. After I unlocked the door, I pulled out a few of my mom's firearm collection; a revolver, pistol and a hunting rifle. I carefully placed them into the bag on top of the paper items. Then I unlocked the drawers underneath the larger compartment, pulling out several hunting knives, and then a small duffle bag that we had reserved for emergencies of the more supernatural kind. In it were bags of salt, holy water and several other items that warded off paranormal creatures, and I had already begun to suspect that what happened to mom was the cause of one of them.

Running back out into the hallway, I set the two duffels down and then went into my room. I flung open my closet door and grabbed one of my suitcases from the back. Rapidly, I stuffed a few outfits into it, and then did the same with delicates from my dresser and bathroom items from a little bag that I often took with me on trips away from home. After I had finished with those, I quickly placed a few sentimental items into the suitcase. The locket necklace my mom had gotten me for my last birthday, the stuffed teddy bear that I had had from since I was little, and a picture of me and my mom. I also managed to stuff my laptop computer and phone with their respectable chargers into the already packed luggage. I zipped up my suitcase and rushed out of my room.

Grabbing the other two bags on my way down the hallway, I rushed out the front door without even thinking to shut it behind me.

I opened the trunk of my Camaro and thrust the bags and suitcase into it, unzipping the large duffle bag to grab the envelope, and then slammed the door shut and ran back around to the driver's side. My mind went numb as I realized that it might be the last time that I would ever see my house.

I backed out of the driveway and pulled onto the road, my wheels screeching as I took off down the quiet street. I was about three blocks away when I looked in my rear view mirror and saw black smoke starting to rise in the direction of my home. I slammed on the brakes and came to a harsh stop as I looked back at the smoke. My whole life, gone in a trip to the grocery store. I let a single sob escape me, and then I forced myself to stay composed. My mom had wanted me to be strong. And I would, for her.

I took a deep breath, and then pulled the address out of the envelope. It looked like I was in for a long night. I had a long ways to go, and my journey was just beginning.

A/N: So, what do you think about the first chapter? Please review if you liked it! Thanks again for reading!