Origins: Bobby Singer

Part 1:

Chapter 1 – Beginnings

Disclaimer: Same old boring disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural

So this is going to be my special story. I am going to put my heart and soul into this story so you better like it! Just kidding, well about the last part anyways. This is the first chapter, and it just explains Bobby's life after he got married, and before things went horribly wrong. If you haven't figured it out this story is set up like the supernatural comic book 'Origins' but instead of it being the origins of John Winchesters hunting career, it's the origins of Bobby Singer's. Since we don't know much about Bobby most of my information is made up, and ignore my ignorance of American geography, I'm sorry but I am Canadian (hehe). I hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry but there won't be much Sam and Dean, probably no Winchesters at all in this first part.

His name was Bobby Singer, and he had to have been the happiest man alive at that moment.

He sat there looking at his newly bought house. The house was old that was for sure, and hadn't been lived in for quite some time. If he had to guess how old it was he would have to say about 150 years old. Some of the windows were shattered, and the ones that weren't were covered in decade's worth of filth. The front deck was filled with rotting wood, and there were rats. Man did he hate rats. He was no contractor, construction worker or any other of those professions where he might have any inkling of an idea about houses, but this house was screwed, and yet he had bought it.

He sat back now on the front lawn in the old lawn chair that had been abandoned on the lawn, with a cold beer in his hand and looked at the house. He couldn't help but sigh, how he could have been so stupid to have bought this house.

He sat there and thought about how he had gotten to this moment.

He was 16 years old and had been working, doing odds and ends around town. It hadn't been much of a job, or a life but it supported him. One day he had been trying to fix old Mrs. Frothun's front porch, when he had saw her. She had just moved to the small South Dakota town from Illinois. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had short curly brown hair, the most beautiful brown eyes, and a smile that never left her face. He would later find out that her name was Margaret Smith.

He would stare at her for hours on end at school. 'Accidentally' bump into her in the General Store and take as many jobs as he could that were close to her house. Apparently she had been watching him to, because within a month of her moving to the small town, they had started to meet secretly until it had grown into a relationship. The day after they had graduated from high school he had proposed to her, and two days after that they had fled to the nearest chapel and gotten eloped.

Her parents had been furious, the whole town was in fact, but they didn't care because they were in love. All of that had been months ago.

They didn't have enough money to go on a honeymoon, or to buy a nice house. One day they had going through Sioux County South Dakota on their way to Texas for a possible job opportunity, when they had passed the house. Margaret had instantly fallen in love with it. He had just looked at it seen a money hole, and he wasn't a very superstitious man, but the house gave him a bad feeling. Margaret loved it though, and it was in their price range so they had bought it, and that was where he was now, sitting back and looking at what he had done.

He had taken a look inside when they had first bought it, and he couldn't get the disturbing feeling to go away, the house just creeped him out, so since then he had refused to go inside, which was making his wife upset.

They would have to start renovations soon so they could actually live in their house, at the moment they were living in a motel room in town. That meant that he would have to get a job. He had always liked working with cars and had planned on becoming a mechanic, so that would be what he would do. Tomorrow would be the beginning of a new life. He would have a house, a job, and most importantly a family. He hadn't had a family since his parents died when he was 14 years old. Yes this was going to be the beginning of a wonderful new life, crappy house and all.

So this it so far, what do you think, should I continue?