Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction starts a week after "Lazarus Rising" and this chapter has information on the episodes up until 12/20/08. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice." This story takes place a little over ten years in the future after the events of "Sacrifice," and has the same characters from the first trilogy.

"Where's April," Dean asked between bites of his re-heated dinner.

"Upstairs, cloistering herself again," Abby sighed.

"Again," he questioned, wiping the spaghetti sauce off his lips with a napkin. Abby nodded in acknowledgment. She plopped down at the table, taking the seat across from him.

"You really should shower," she smirked. He raised his eyes to her with a devilish grin, the kind that she knew would lead to a very good night. But, in all seriousness, he really did need to get clean. He was still dressed in his greasy body shop clothes.

"So what's up with that girl," Dean asked with a mouthful of pizza, pointing his fork towards the stairs. "She's been studying like crazy! Is school ok?"

"I checked online and her grades are fine. It's not like she has to catch up on stuff. I don't know what's going on. For the last week, she comes home runs up there for hours, run back down here for food and then runs back upstairs afterward. Honestly, I haven't spoken for more than five minutes with her all day. God I wish I could peer into her head..." She looked down at the amulet around her neck, twisting it between her fingers. That little piece of silver was the only thing holding her back from searching her daughter's thoughts. All she had to do was take it off and...

"Well, you can't. That was the deal. You wanted normal so we're being normal. No peeking around in anyone's madula ablangada."

"Well then Dean, how are we going to find out what's going on," she sighed.

"Like any normal parent; ask her. And, if that fails, go through her room when she's not home," he shrugged.

"And that's ok but my mental spying isn't," Abby laughed.

"Yeah, I think so," her husband smiled. "You know, she called into to work today. She said she was really behind on studying."

"Now that's odd. She loves to work with those cars," she said, her eyes full of suspicion. "What's goin' on up there?"

She thought back to when she was seventeen, really seventeen. What was going through her mind at the time? Her conclusion was nothing good. Not only was she trying to break all the rules, including but not limited to sleeping with a married man, but she had a wild heart. She wanted to be free.

"Ab," Dean asked, snapping his fingers in front of her face to grasp her attention. "What are you thinkin'?"

"Dean, what were you like when you were seventeen?"


April put the book down as she finished the last entry. It was dated May 9, 1973; a little over two years after Mary's first entry. She was nineteen and in love with John, agreeing to marry him shortly before. But, that week also had tremendous heartache; her world had completely fallen apart. Mary lost both of her parents, as well as John for a brief time, in the same day. May 2, 1973. She told of how she made a deal with a yellow-eyed demon to save her fiance from death. His only requirement was that he be allowed to make a quick, uninterrupted visit to her children in ten years. He promised that as long as he could do what he had to alone, no one would get hurt.

She did the math in her head and figured out ten years was 1983, the year Grams had died. Her stomach turned over and over as she thought, maybe, that's how she really died and why her folks were so secretive about her death. April knew there had been a fire, but that was pretty much it.

"Wow," she whispered to herself, laying herself down on the bed. April looked around at her messy bedroom, staring past the lilac walls. Everything was different. Changed. She knew more about the world, the REAL world, than she ever thought she'd know. No wonder certain people did jobs like her Grams; most people wouldn't be able to handle the existence of supernatural beings. April could handle it. She'd seen one in her very house when she was a kid. It was a ghost boy. He didn't do much, just messed with her and Dylan's toys, but still...they were there. Vampires. Werewolves. Shapeshifters. Demons. Witches. They all factually existed.

April glanced over to the unused black journal her brother Dylan had given her for her birthday. She leaned off of the bed and snagged it, along with a black pen, off of her desk. She sat on her bed, book in hand, and started to write:

Nov. 2nd

Dear Journal,

I just found out my life is a lie. Funny how it doesn't take that long for the truth to unravel and all it took was a little diary I found. It was in a box in the basement. I hate going down there. Its so damn creepy. As a kid, my brothers and I would always play rock- paper-scissor to see who was going to go down there. My little one always lost. It's always dark, dreary and just overall weird. Maybe it's just the lighting but everything used to give me the heebie-jeebies. I even thought once, when I was about ten, that our place was haunted. Up until yesterday, I thought that was a stupid thoughts of a scared girl. But now…after reading the diary, maybe it really was.

The box was labeled Lawrence. I figured, maybe it was the name of a relative I didn't know about so I went snooping. What I found was mementos of my Dad's past. Photos of him and my uncle as a little kid that I never seen before. There were even photos of my Grandpa. I never met him. Dad said he died a few years before I was born. I wish I could have known him There was even a photo of my Grandma. She was absolutely beautiful. Dad says sometimes, when I smile, I remind him of her. Most of the time though, I look like my Mom. Some people swear that we're twins when we're out.

At the bottom of the box was a book with a lock on it. I picked it, having acquired that ability from watching my Dad when he would forget the keys to the car or the house. Inside it was inscribed "The Diary of Mary Campbell." It was my Grandma's diary from when she was a teenager, before she got married to my Grandpa, John Winchester

I read it, thinking that it would be the basic ramblings of a seventeen year old girl; a girl the same age as me. I figured Cheerleading. Boys. School. But it caught me completely be surprise. The life of Mary Campbell was not normal. She was something else; something special. She knew of things that bumped in the night and wasn't scared. Her family fought against dark forces and creepy things; helping people. Saving them. She called herself a hunter. She was one as her parents were and there's before her. She came from a direct line of hunters dating back from centuries before.

I was surprised by this. I didn't want to mention anything to my Dad or Mom about my findings. They are so not the people to talk to about this. They are your average, run-of-the-mill people with regular jobs. I mean, I love them to death, and Dad is surprisingly cool…but they wouldn't know anything about hunting. They probably would think I was crazy!

So, I decided to confide in you, my new journal. I want to document my new life like my Grandma did before. I come from a line of family with a very important job. I have always thought I was meant for a greater purpose and now I know; it's in my blood to save people. I am a hunter.

~ April Winchester

She closed the book, locking the side securely as her Gram's used to. April swung herself off of the bed, sliding easily underneath. She fished her trusty pocket knife out of her jeans and cut a small slit into the box spring under her mattress. Carefully, she slid both diaries into the center of the opening. Once she knew they couldn't be discovered by the untrained eye, she scooted herself from below.

With a knowing smirk, she jumped onto her computer, quickly gathering information on what her Gram's mentioned as the weapons and skills of a true hunter. On top of that, she had to think of someway to get around her parents knowing what she was up to. She had work to do.