Hi there. I just watched this wonderful movie last night and I thought of doing a Destiel version. Please don't hate me for this, but I wanted it so bad.
Anyway...simply enjoy!
The prophet opened the book. It was an old book, leatherbound and letters written with pure gold. He turned to page one and began to read.
"A philosopher once asked:
Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them, because we are human? Pointless, really...do the stars gaze back? Now, that's a question. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Our story really begins here, 150 years ago at the Royal Academy of Science in London, England, where a letter arrived, containing a very strange inquiry. It had come from a country boy and the scientist who read it thought it might be a practical joke of some kind. But he duly wrote a reply politely explaining that the query was nonsense. And posted it to the boy who lived in a village called Wall, so named, the boy had said, for the wall that ran alongside it. A wall that, according to local folklore, hid an extraordinary secret. The boy was named John Winchester and he was young and curious. 'What's on the other side?', he asked himself. And one day...he crossed it."
"I'm charged with guarding the portal to another world", the young boy stated, eyeing the opposite man suspiciously. "And you're asking me to just let you through?" The other man, a young, handsome guy named John Winchester smiled mischievously. "Yes, because...let's be honest, it's just a wall", he replied, pointing at the said wall. "Look, Garth, do you see another world out there? No. You see a field." Garth followed his gaze. "Do you see anything nonhuman? No. And you know why?", Garth shot John a questioning look, patiently waiting for the answer, when John replied matter-of-factly. "Because it's a field!" Garth sighed in disappointment, before he went on with his all so familiar speech. "Hundreds of years, this wall's been here. Hundreds of years, this gap's been under 24-hour guard." John wanted to interrupt him, but Garth continued harshly. "...and I'll have you up in front of the village council." Now it was John who sighed disappointed. "Well, that sounds rather final. Better just go home then, I suppose." Garth nodded, turning around as he expected John to go home. But that was not what said intended to do, when he suddenly ran past Garth and jumped over the wall. Garth angrily screamed something that sounded like Stop you rapscallion and John wondered about the use of such an archaic word, but kept running.
He crossed the field and passed the forest, when he finally came to a town. But it was no ordinary town, like the hundreds on the other side of the wall, this was a town full of wonders and magic. There were tiny elephants in a cage, all sorts of strange looking people and a glass full of eyes, which, when John wanted to take a deeper look at them, turned around looking him straight in the eye. And then he saw her, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had long, golden hair and was dressed in a blue robe, sitting on a yellow wagon and she looked at him. For a while, they were just staring at each other, intensely, then she smiled charmingly. Just at the moment John decided to walk over to her, an old woman blocked his way. "I don't deal with timewasters", she said, then called on the girl, "get over here and tend this stall. I'm off to the 'Fallen Angel' for a pint." The girl obeyed and turned to John.
"See anything you like?", she asked in the sweetest tone John had ever heard. It took him some time to reply, but then the only word he got out was, "definitely". The girl smiled at his shyness, so John tried to talk about something else like the flowers on their stall. "I mean...what I meant was...these ones, the blue ones. How much are they?" "Hm...they might be the color of your hair or all your memories before you were three. I can check if you like." John smiled but looked rather puzzled at this reply. "Anyway. You shouldn't buy the bluebells. Buy this one instead", she took a snowdrop and handed it to him. "It'll bring luck." "But, what does that cost?" "This one costs a kiss." The girl put the snowdrop in the breastpocket of John's old, washed-out jacket then she smiled again pointing at her cheek, signalizing him to kiss her. When John leaned in for a small peck, the girl suddenly turned her head so his lips met hers. At first he was shocked but soon he relaxed and kissed back. It was sweet and lovely and almost at bit passionate. When they pulled away, the girl looked around and took John's hand. "She's gone. Follow me." John did not think twice when he followed this beautiful angel inside the wagon but stopped abruptly when he stumbled over a chain. He kneeled down taking the chain, which was only small and thin. The chain was on the girl's ankle, almost like a leash. When he looked up again, he saw the girl's sad face. "My name's Mary. I'm a princess tricked into being a witch's slave. Will you liberate me?" John nodded, pulling out his knife and cut the chain in two, but magically the two parts linked again as soon as they were cut. "It's an enchanted chain. I'll only be free when she dies. Sorry." Mary shot him an apologetic look. "If I can't liberate you, what do you want of me?", John asked in confusion. Mary sighed but did not hesitate when she took John's hand and lead him into the wagon, closing it after them.
"So, the scientist was wrong. The wall had successfully done its job of hiding the magical kingdom of Stormhold. The young man returned that night to his home in England, hoping that his adventure would soon be forgotten. But nine months later, he received an unexpected souvenir."
Garth was knocking at the door of the old house down the street, while snow was falling. The door was opened. "This was left at the wall for you. It says here his name is Dean", Garth said handing John a basket with a tiny creature covered in white linen. John looked rather puzzled but soon understood that his night with Mary had had some consequences. He took the basket, nodding in understanding and closed the door.
"The years passed, and the baby Dean grew up knowing nothing of his unconventional heritage. But never mind how the infant became a boy. This is the story of how Dean Winchester becomes a man, a much greater challenge altogether. For to achieve it, he must win the heart of his one true love."
So far for the prologue. And let me say one more thing: I'll mostly stick to the original script with some small changes. And I wanted to include Sam, so don't worry that he's not appearing at the beginning. He will be there soon and has got an very interesting role.
Bye!