Chapter 1

Thunder cracked and lightning struck but all she could see was the fire. There was a scream, high and shrill as though it were the last thing to be done. The house caught quickly being engulfed in flames before she even knew it were possible. Out of the darkness came a figure, ominous looking but nothing to be afraid of, though she knew she had to fear anything that came out of the dark, she knew. There was heat where the figure came from, almost excruciating, though he kept coming closer. The small girl ducked down to the ground and hugged her knees to her chest and tried not to cry. Something broke at that moment in time though, snapping in the back of her mind, though she was much too young to notice this change. Melting back into the darkness, the figure hushed a laugh. "Perfect." He hissed, his yellow eyes burning into the girl.

Looking up, unafraid, the small blonde walked towards the woods where she heard the laugh resound from. "Dean?" She called, hoping to find her brother in the midst of all of the madness going on around her. "Where are you? Do you have Sammy?" There was no answer so she took another step in, and she saw a pair of eyes that she would never forget. Bright and yellow from the center out.
"Diana…" The darkness seemed to whisper her name, drawing her into its depths. She followed all too willingly. There was another scream that she didn't recognize for it was her own and she had never screamed before, for there was nothing to scream about.

"You're a special little girl Diana, and I have great things planned for you like I have planned for your baby sister…" He laughed and then everything blacked out.

Diana woke with a start, being that she was smacked in the back of the head. Instinctually, she pulled her dagger out from beneath her pillows and grabbed her assailant's ankles before tripping them and pouncing on their chest. "Woah there tiger." Her sister laughed.

"I really fucking hate you, Rose." Diana laughed, leaning down and kissing her little sister on the top of the head. Before tucking her knife away and getting off of the little brown haired girl beneath her. She rolled her eyes as Rose started talking but brushed her off knowing how much she would have to hear in the 17 hours that they would be awake.

"Hunting tomorrow, I'll help you with daggers a little later, like yesterday, but I want to go get clean so I'll see you in a bit?" Diana didn't wait for a response but walked upstairs.

Silently, Diana thanked her deceased parents for leaving them the house down in Georgia after they died in the fire.

"God I miss you mom." She whispered, twirling the ring on her pinky, before turning on the shower. The girl stripped herself and settled into the icy water with a shiver before washing her hair with the last bit of shampoo she had. Diana made a mental note to go steal some from the empty houses around hers while their owners were away.

After a few minutes, her skin began to sting and she stepped out of the water and wrapped a towel around her body before slipping back on her ring and necklace.

"Rosie!" She yelled, and her little sister came running. The 12 year old's hair bounced with every step and Diana couldn't help but smile.

"Yes?" The little girl asked sweetly. Rose had always admired everything about her sister, and it was plain to everyone that she wanted to be as much like her as possible.

"Do you want me to heat you up some water?" Hot water was a chore and they both knew it. An icy bead of water rolled down Diana's back and she shivered but walked back down the steps to their room.

Rose bounced along, excitedly before running off to get a few buckets of water.

With a sigh of joy, Diana hurriedly stacked wood into the fire place before pulling out some food for the little girl who was back with water twice her weight. Rose threw the buckets onto the fire place and looked down at the food, stomach growling.

"That's all yours, love."

Diana slipped into her normal attire and laid back down, waiting for the water to boil.

Rose curled up in Diana's arms at the end of the night, her brown hair and brown eyes so much different then that of her elder's honey and green. "Tell me a story?" The girl asked, playing with the moonstone charm that Diana always wore.

"After I check all the doors, bear." Diana stood and went around to all the doors, making sure they were locked and the shutters tightly. She found her way back to the bed and blew out all of the candles aside from the one near Rose's mattress. Once next to the devil again, she began. "There once was a family, much like ours. Hard times were always upon them. There was the mother, Mary, who died. The father, John, who wanted to stop at nothing to find who killed his wife. Lastly, the two children- Rose and Adam."

"Now Rose and Adam were always left at home while their Dad went out, though he was a very good father. Rose grew up into a strong hunter, like her Dad and Adam wanted to be different. When the children were grown and the father had aged quite a bit, the three of them would seek revenge together. One day, Adam didn't come home and Rose stopped at nothing to find him."

The smaller girl's breathing had evened out by now, so Diana stood up and popped her neck to the side.

As she always did before bed, she traced the protection symbol onto her sister's back and retraced the circle of salt around her bed.

"Night, Rosie." She whispered, before walking back to her own bed. The girl pulled out a black journal from under her pillow. With a sigh, she opened the cover and looked down at the crisp pages. "So what are we hunting tomorrow..."

Rose picked up Diana's knives and threw them gracefully at the target, though she complained when they stuck out at odd angles, unlike her sisters. While Diana slept, she collected and threw them over again. After a few tosses, one of the blades went astray and hit the wall with a clatter, and Diana shot out of bed.

"What the actual fuck was that?" She groaned, bouncing to her feet, looking around. Her sister glanced up, a silver light hit her eyes quickly and Diana turned away, grabbing a fresh shirt.

"Sorry, just practicing what you taught me yesterday." Rose smiled, tossing the knife at the target again, hitting it with deadly accuracy, better then Diana's shot would have been, but before Diana returned, the girl pulled the knives out and stuck them in her pocket.

"Did you eat, Rosie?"

"Yes, Di."

"Pack? Shower? Stretch?"

"Yes. Yes. No." The girl winked, grabbing a bow and heading out the window into the field by their home. With a short sigh, Diana followed.

Her feet lightly hit the ground but the shovel that collided with the back of her head wasn't a tap. "Rose..." She broke, collapsing to the ground.

"Stupid, Winchester." The ten-year old growled, brushing off her hands before grabbing the collar of the older girl's jacket and dragging her into the woods.

Diana woke up in the dark: gaged and bound. /Wonderful start to t day./ she thought, pulling the small knife from her braid to work at the ropes. "Rose?" She called but the gag muffled it into a more of a groan sound. There was a cough and a sputter to her immediate right, and Diana hurried to untie the ropes, throwing them aside once she was free.

Rose was bleeding from all sorts of wounds, already coughing up her own blood, but Diana couldn't see that. All Diana knew was that her sister was damn close to death. "Hey babygirl," she cooed, pulling the perpetually small girl into her lap, brushing aside her chocolate colored hair.

"Diana?" She groaned, cuddling into her stomach, that was the first time Diana noticed the blood. The feeling of it slipping through the fabric of her shirt was almost entirely unbearable and though her breathing hitched a little, she didn't say a word.

"Yeah, it's me, Rosie." A few tears dropped down her cheeks, and she kissed her sister's forehead. The sat there in the silence for a minute, Diana's short filled with more blood, her sister's blood and she quietly began to hum the song her mother used to sing to her in bed, sing to the two of them.

Hey Jude: don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude: don't be afraid,you were made to go out and et her. The minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make t better.
And anytime you feel the pain...

Diana began to choke on the words as they floated into the dim atmosphere.

Hey Jude, refrain. Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.

Rose had let her eyes slip shut and Diana knew they weren't going to open again. Though everything told her to run, she cradled the girl close to her. After everything that happened, Rose was all she had left. After the house fire, they were each other's lifeline.

For well you know that it's a fool, who plays it cool, by making his world a little...

Footfalls echoed through the tunnel she was in and a blind rage ripped through her as she scooted her sister away silently. The shifter knew Diana was standing around the corner, waiting and when she pulled the iron knife across his throat, it hurt yes, but not as much as he was planning to hurt her in the future. All those sweet tears that would fall from the Winchester's eyes made the searing pain bearable as she whispered a final word of closure before she began the hunt she knew would never end. "Colder..."