Ruins Of Dusk

by Cloris77

The world moves by without taking notice of the chaos that engulfs it. Only the Hunters understand the real dangers around them. Ten years ago a door was created between the worlds that many seek to open wide to unleash the full fury of the underworld. A curly haired child may hold the key to shutting the gates of hell for good.

1. Chapter 1

I've attempted to create an AU where I own a handful of the characters. I do not however, own the characters created by the Supernatural series.

Ruins of Dusk - Chapter One

Summer Days are Made for This

Wesley was stooped over cursing the mid-day heat as he worked to repair the tractor. The sound of soft laughter floated his way on a welcomed breeze. Amanda offered her father a cold glass of tea before climbing up on the wheel to peer under the hood. After a short inspection her little face scrunched up. Squirming over top of the engine she stretched her tiny arm down into the dark before a small click caught her father's attention. "Fixed it!" she announced proudly a huge grin plastered on her face. "Uh huh we'll see about that." Wesley said as he scooped her up and climbed into the cab. To his surprise the engine turned over rumbling to life on the first try. "Told you daddy." Amanda said smiling. "You certainly did." he said smiling before unleashing a wave of kisses on her curls. A cloud of dust interrupted her laughter as it caught her attention. "Someone's here daddy."

Wesley's jaw clenched as he spotted the all too familiar Impala pull to a halt in front of the house. "Come on chipmunk let's go see what mister Winchester needs." he said weakly. Amanda watched quietly from behind her father as the plaid dressed man smiled and shook her father's hand. "Good to see you again, Wesley." he greeted him. "Wish I could say the same John…" he paused casting a glance to his daughter. Kneeling he spoke gently. "Darlin I need you to go help your mama with supper while daddy talks to mister Winchester. Alright?" Not one to be rude she nodded before quickly heading inside only pausing for a moment to cast one last curious look at their visitor.

Mary laughed as her daughter wheeled around the kitchen door like a dirty little tornado. "Goodness baby what have you been at?" she asked laughing. "Fixed the tractor for daddy." she replied stuffing a muffin in her face. "Chipmunk clean your hands first!" Mary yelped exasperated by how at ease her daughter was with being dirty. "Yes, mama" was all Amanda could manage as she balanced her muffin in mouth while washing her hands. She then sat swinging her legs from her chair staring out the window. "Mama who is Mr. Winchester?" she asked quietly. Mary lost her grip on the plate in her hands sending it clattering across the floor. "How do you know that name baby?" she asked worriedly. "He and daddy are out front talking." Amanda mumbled around her treat.

Later that night Amanda lay in bed listening to her parents speak in hushed tones. Her mother was angry with her father for having called John Winchester. Most of the conversation left her puzzled. Mary kept repeating "I'm so sorry I got you tangled back up in that life Wesley." Amanda drifted off to sleep to the sound of her mother's sobbing.