Brian O'Reilly was your average carpenter in the small New Hampshire town of Raymond. Things usually went his way, people liked him, he had a great family. His mother, Mary, had passed away from during his birth, and his father Joseph had never once told Brian it was his fault. So pretty much, life was good. That was of course, before weird things started to happen in this little town of his.
For starters, a while back, kids had started going missing left and right. Then 2 or 3 days later, the vanishings stopped! Brian was sure it had to do with the feds in the '67 Impala. Of course he never thought they were feds. They seemed too young, and too loose to be feds. In all the movies he had seen with federal agents, none of them had been very young or very... fun looking.
Brian had also been having a lot of weird dreams. Dreams that involved, demons and other creatures. This woman, who had a very freaky face. And a man, an older man, rough beard, Hawaiian shirt, swimming trunks with tropical designs on them. And a man with a tan over coat and loose black tie.
It was strange, he even saw the feds from the kidnapping case in one of his dreams. He didn't know why they were in such... odd... dreams, but he didn't much care.
But, the dreams were only the start, and that is where our prologue ends, and our story starts...
Brian had a job. Today, of all days! Easter. Maybe if he finished early, he thought, he could still make family dinner at his father's house. Unfortunately, he never expected what was about to happen.
He got to the site where he would be building the cabinets for a young woman. Her name was Janice Berkley, he had met her once at a Christmas party hosted by a mutual friend. She seemed nice enough, as nice as any gorgeous woman could be. She wasn't stuck up, like one of those celebrity hotties you hear about on VH1 or Entertainment Tonight.
He knocked on the door and Janice opened the door.
"Hello Ms. Berkley," Brian said, nodding in greeting.
"Brian," Janice said, smiling. "I've told you. Call me Janice."
"Er... right. Janice. So where's the place you want the cabinets to go?"
"Oh well, why don't you have something to eat before you start your job?"
"Nah, I... I couldn't. I need to get this done so I can get to my dad's for dinner."
"Oh but I insist," Janice said flirtatiously. And for a second, a split second, the way the light hit her eyes, it looked as though her eyes were fully black...
Sam and Dean Winchester had been in Manchester working a ghost job when they heard the fluttering of wings behind them. They turned to see the angel Castiel looking as stone faced as ever.
"Sam," he said, "Dean, you need to get to Raymond. Go to 55 Langford road. The woman inside is a demon. The man is of great importance. Go. Now." And before Sam and Dean could say anything they heard another fluttering of wings and Cas was gone.
"What the hell was that all about?" Dean said.
"I... I don't know," Sam said, still confused. "But, uh, I guess we should head out to Raymond."
"Hey, isn't that where we ganked the boogeyman?"
"Yeah, I wonder what's there that's so important."
"As long as we don't have to deal with the kid again. That kid was annoying, I'm not gunna lie to ya."
They walked out of their motel room and as Sam went to check them out of the room Dean went and got the Impala. After Sam came out of the office they were on their way east, toward Raymond, not knowing what they were about to get themselves into...
It had honestly been the most fun job Brian had ever been on. After the small snack of homemade cookies things got a little... hot. Instead of leading Brian to the cabinets, Janice led him up to her bedroom. And things took off. But before things could take off too far, someone jumped out of the closet.
"Stop right there!" a teen boy of about 16 or 17 screamed, a knife in his hand.
"What the hell!" Brian yelled. "What are you doing in the closet!"
The boy's face fell. "Oh... no! It... its not what it looks like!"
Brian looked at Janice, who had a look of sheer hatred as she looked at the boy. Then, her eyes turned black. He raised her arm and sent the boy flying at the wall. He grunted as he hit it and dropped the knife, which never hit the floor, instead it sped into Janice's other hand.
"Where did you get this knife?" She said slowly.
"It... was given to me..." The boy said, he seemed to be struggling against the pain.
"By who!" Janice growled. And just then the bedroom door was broken down and two men came in. One holding a very old looking gun, the other holding a knife much like the one the boy had had.
The one with short brownish hair looked at Brian with his eye brows raised.
"Are we interrupting something?" He asked, a grin on his face.
Brian looked down and saw his pants were down and his soldier was standing at attention. His face grew hot and he pulled them up. When he looked up he realized that the two men were the feds who had solved the mysterious kidnappings.
The long haired man looked at the kid and sighed. "Chris, what the hell are you doing here?"
Brian looked at the boy named Chris in time to see the kid's color change from white to red.
"Er, well. I knew this bitch was a demon so I came to uh... do what you guys do."
"With what?" the smart ass short hair man said. "A steak knife? Kid, you gotta learn you can't kill demons with anything."
"No not a steak knife!" the boy shouted, but before he could continue his face contorted with pain and Janice spoke up.
"Silence! All of you! It's time to die Winchesters, and Wall." She looked at Brian, and Brian screamed.
Her face wasn't the pretty, young face of Janice Berkley. Instead there was a monstrous, dark face with black eyes, sharp, piercing, yellow teeth. And her voice was demonic and creepy. She spoke in a different language it seemed but Brian could understand what she was saying.
At his reaction her... it's... face spread a great big grin, showing all her teeth. And then she spoke, in that demonic way.
"Do you see Winchesters, it is happening. He can see my true face. I must kill him now before something... dangerous happens."
She... it... lowered it's arm and Chris fell to the floor, breathing heavily. She turned fully toward Brian and raised her arm but before anything happened Brian wasn't in the room anymore.
He was on a beach, the blue, cloudless sky beaming down at him. It was dark in Janice's room so the new found light made Brian have to shield his eyes. When he had been able to see clearly, he turned and saw a man, sitting on a lounge chair. He was wearing a tropical shirt with swim trunks decorated with tropical flowers. He had flipflops on. He had a rough grayish beard and long straggly graying hair. He had sunglasses and he was sipping on a straw that was in a coconut cup, a little umbrella thing that Brian never understood what it was for was stuck in there as well.
"Well!" The man said with a smile. "The Prodigal Son returns at last!"
"Who... who are you?" Brian asked, he thought he'd seen the man somewhere before, but that was absurd, he had never been to the tropics.
"I am God," The man said simply.
"Hmm," Brian said. "Funny, you don't look much like Morgan Freeman."
The old man chuckled, and then looked up at Brian. But what he saw was not the face of an old man, but the... well... there was no explaining it. He saw the "face", if that's what you could call it, of God.
"Oh... well, I can see you really are God."
"Yes, and you, my boy, are the Prodigal Son!"
"The... the Prodigal Son... you mean like... Jesus Christ?"
"Yes! Lost for two thousand and eleven long years. But now, here you are."
"but... how?"
"Hm, it is a long story my boy. I think it would best be explained by doing this."
God stood up and walked over to Brian, and placed his index finger and middle finger on his forehead. Brian felt a rush of information cram into his head all at once. He understood everything now. But he also had a massive headache.
"That headache will go away momentarily." God assured him. "Now listen, there are still things I cannot explain. But there is no time. You must go back to the Winchesters, they will help you. The boy too, he is quite important in this as well..."
The Winchesters were pinned against the wall, struggling against their invisible bonds. The demon who had pinned them there was pacing the room, talking to herself.
"What is she going to say when she finds out the son has vanished. I am doomed, she'll kill me when she finds out. What am I gunna do... I know, I'll give her the Winchesters, the only two people who know how to kill her. Yes, yes that will do."
"Hey!" Dean yelled. "Stop talking to yourself you crazy bitch, your giving me the creeps!"
A new wave of pain came across them.
"Don't piss her off Dean," Sam warned after the pain faded.
Chris, who had been unconscious on the floor, stirred slightly. The demon paid no attention to him. Chris lifted his head and saw in front of him the knife he had brought with him. She had dropped it when the man disappeared. He reached out slowly and pulled it toward him. Then played dead until the demon came back his way.
When she got to him and turned back around he got up slowly and silently, and walked over to the demon. He raised the knife overhead and was about to bring it down when the demon turned. Chris stopped in half stab and all the color faded from his face. He gave a nervous chuckle and made a smile that matched his chuckle's nervousness. The demon smiled back and threw him against the wall between Sam and Dean.
"I guess I will give you to her as well." She said, mostly to herself than to Chris himself. And when she turned she saw the man who had once been next to her and then was not.
"Hello Janice," He said with a smile, and he pushed her back and she flew towards the three pinned men.
Chris, who hadn't dropped the knife this time was able to prop it up against the wall with the blade sticking out. The demon had hit the wall where the knife was and there as a flash that signified she the demon was dead.
What Brian had saw was much different, and much creepier. When the demon hit the knife it's face twisted and there was a demonic howl. The face started to burn, it writhed and twisted and howled. And then it exploded, in a flash of yellow light, Brian could see the pretty face of Janice Berkley, a look of pain on her face, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
The three men on the wall were released from the bonds and the three of them, along with Janice, tumbled to the floor. The Winchesters stood up as did Chris, pulling the knife from Janice's back. He looked at Dean and held up the blood stained blade.
"Like I said," he said defiantly. "It's not a steak knife."
Brian walked over and turned the girl over onto her back. Her eyes had closed on the fall down and her teeth were blood stained. Brian knew what to do, how he could save the soul of this woman. He did as the almighty had done to him. He put his index finger and middle finger on her forehead and there was a great flash of white light. He was blinded, but felt the girl rise into the air, our from under his fingers. When the light started to fade he could faintly make out angel wings behind a black silhouette of a girl's body. When the light finally faded completely, Janice lowered in front of him and he could see her face, but she glowed faintly.
"What's happened to me," She asked. "One minute I'm watching that... demon walk around in my body, then I feel a knife in my back and then I'm at my 16th birthday party. And then I'm floating in the air with the feeling of wings and immortality on me!"
"I... I think I just made you an angel," Brian said, looking at his hands as if they just committed an unspeakable act.
"An angel..." Janice whispered.
Dean stepped forward. "Alright pal, we gotta get you to a safe place. Come on."
