Introduction - Jacqueline Colt
"Jacky, run!" the little girl heard her mother's voice shouting at her. Everything was blurry, red and hot. She could hear her brother and her father screaming. She was the only one the fire didn't affect, she could hear her mother praying to God to save her but she didn't hear the voice of her sister. "Run! Go to Mary's now!" she heard her mother screaming again, so she did what her mother begged, leaving the house by the dog's door.
When she got out, Dean was leaving his house, also on fire, with his baby brother in his hands. "Jacky come here!" he screamed to the girl. She was only two years younger than Dean. "What happened? Where is your mom?" he asked.
The girl was in shock, she didn't know if her family was still in the fire. "They are at home." She said. Her voice was low, like always, but a little bit more that day, she knew what just happened, but she couldn't explain, or tell anyone, she didn't know how that started, she was watching tv with her dad on the living room when the fire started, her dad said something weird then a name that she did not remember, she then heard a scream, maybe her sister and then, everything became red, orange and yellow.
All of a sudden, her Godfather, John Winchester left his home running as the house fell behind him. He grabbed her and Dean in his arms and ran away from both houses. "Where is your family my dear?" he asked her too. She just pointed at the house with her blue eyes filled with tears. He kissed her blond locks. "Everything will be fine sweetheart. Welcome to the family." He said, as the firemen arrived at the scene.
The officials looked everything and tried to take the fire away. Jacky's house was the first. John hugged her, blinding her as they took the four black bags from inside the house. She tried to get away from him, but he didn't let her. Dean ruffled her hair in a way of saying his condolences. "The fires started from different sources, the one in the neighbor's house started in the Kitchen, where was the girl and the mother. At your house, sir, started in the nursery." The officer said. John nodded, in his mind, he could only think of one thing: Vengeance.