THE CURSE OF THE GARNET RING!

Prologue

Writer's note: This is a story about friendship, brotherly bonding and the curse of the garnet ring. No pairings….not yet. Unless maybe if the majority of you think otherwise.


I was curled up in the corner of the church, my knees were pulled up to my chest and my face was buried in them. The scene that had taken place in front of me just now played through my mind repeatedly and I just kept on asking myself the same question again and again. What would have happened if I had never found that ring?

Would my life have been a lot easier then? Would it have been better or worse? If I had been given a chance to go back in time, what would I have done?

Would I have stopped myself from getting the ring and all the bad luck that it had brought to my life with it? Or would I have not changed anything about that moment and let myself take the ring, knowing that it had saved my life and the Winchesters' lives quite a few times in the past?

The truth was that sitting out here in the same church where the apocalypse had taken place just some time ago and Lucifer had risen through his cage, there was nothing that I would go back to change in my life. I didn't know where Sam and Dean were or how exactly the apocalypse had taken place but I knew that wherever they were, they were safe and whatever the apocalypse was, we were going to fight it together.

Hell, those were the only things that I could be sure of. My whole world had been turned upside down just a few minutes ago, all my beliefs all that I had thought was true had just been proved wrong.

If I had actually thought about it, given my brain a chance to think about it, I would have realised that I was absolutely thrilled and excitement bubbled up within me by what I had just discovered. It was the thought of Sam and Dean, what they would think about it, that rocked me to the core. It replaced the thrill, the sense of amusement, with a deep sense of horror and the excitement that was waiting to erupt in me was replaced by a level of grief and disappointment that I had never even known existed inside of me.

What would Sam and Dean do when they found out? Would they abandon me? Would they hate me? Would I be the next creature that they would hunt down and kill? 'No!' I thought to myself firmly. As far as I was concerned I was still a human and there was nothing that could change that fact.

I decided right there, in that church corner, that I would never even tell a soul what I had seen, what I had heard and what had been spoken in front of me. I would take it with me to my grave.


Writer's note: One more thing I forgot to mention. I will update the chapters once in a month. So just let me know if you want me to update them earlier. Should I have weekly updates instead?

As the story progresses, it will be written in the POVs of different characters so if I don't mention whose POV it is, that means that its Sherry talking.

And well….if you have any more questions…feel free to PM me ;). Oh and POV means Point Of View.