Prologue (Mickey)
Biology wasn't her idea of fun. She'd be lucky to scrape a B. It was really unfortunate; her parents had promised her choice of car when she turned 16 - if she had A's in every class. Oh well. One more thing to disappoint them with. All part of the fun.
She walked out of the building and turned around the corner to The Bench where she and her best friend, Fay, waited after school. No one was there. She frowned and pulled out her phone. It was cold. Fay wouldn't drive home without her. Plus, Mickey had her water pistol (filled with saltwater. Just in case).
Mickey: where are you
She sat down on the bench and pulled her notebook out. She flipped through one page, then another, then another. This notebook was supposed to last her all semester. It was barely October and she was already halfway through.
A loud squeal interrupted her thoughts, and she glanced up sharply. A squeal that high-pitched could only belong to one person. The question was, what was she screaming about?
"Fay?" She called out questioningly, shoving her notebook back into her backpack and standing up. "Where are you?" No reply. Why did she have to be this way?
"Fay, come on. It's cold, and I don't have a jacket. What I do have? Work. In half an hour." She turned toward the road, sighing with impatience.
Then she saw It. Her. Them. Whatever.
There was a glossy black '67 Chevy Impala parked on the side of the road. Next to it stood Fay, of course. And in front of her…
Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes were suddenly wet; whether with shock or joy she wasn't sure.
Then she was running toward Fay. 30 feet, 20 feet, 10 feet...
Now that she was standing in front of them - because it was the Winchesters, it had to be - she found that instead of wanting to fangirl, she desperately wanted to get away. If they were here, it was no good omen.
"Fay, you idiot!" Mickey's heart was pounding too fast for her to even remember to pronounce it like Bobby did.
Dean and Sam turned to look at her, and her heart best even more violently. Oh, chuck, they were right there.
"You left your pistol." She said stupidly, turning to look at Fay, who was still staring, apparently mesmerized, at the brothers.
"Pistol?" Sam asked, sounding slightly incredulous. "You know, even the most avid fangirls don't get a gun license."
"Oh, no, uh - I" Mickey stumbled, trying to explain. "Saltwater. You're a Winchester. The name's Saltwater - uh, Mickey! My name's Mickey, it's a water gun, and it's time for Fay and I to go home."
She grabbed Fay by the arm, intending to haul away her unresponsive meatsuit, but then something exploded behind her.
In the school.