Independence, Texas

April 27th, 1994

Dean lay bare-chested in a tangle of sheets, Jenna Elkins sat astraddle him, her bare legs tucked on either side of his hips. It was just the three of them alone, she, Dean and his younger brother, Sam, at the old cabin owned by the Elkins'. Dean had been left in charge of watching them while their fathers worked a case thirteen hours away, in Colorado.

She was clad in Dean's favorite Led Zeppelin shirt, brown curls cascading past her shoulders, a look of deep concentration on her face as she leaned over him. Dean's arms were behind his head, a goofy, heartfelt grin gracing his lips as he watched Jen.

His body was completely relaxed. He was calm, happy even. Another chuckle broke the silence in the room and Jen grunted, reaching out and slapping Dean lightly. "Knock it off! Look what you did. You made me mess up."

"Oh, my apologies princess," Dean's body shook with laughter as he rolled his eyes, humor and sarcasm lacing his voice. "I didn't mean to ruin your artwork. You do realize I'm a human being and not a blank canvas right?"

"Shhh. You're not forgiven. Now, hold still, I'm almost done."

Dean glared halfheartedly at her and she went back to her drawing. He wasn't annoyed in the slightest, but to be honest, he actually enjoyed the attention she was giving him. Less than three minutes later, he heard the pop of the pen cap and felt something soft and wet touch his left pectoral muscle just as Jenna's head leaned down towards him.

Jenna sat back up and smiled down at her boyfriend, a mischievous gleam in her dark eyes. Dean raised an eyebrow before glancing down at his chest. His mouth fell open with a pop, head jerking up to meet hers. "Tell me you did not write 'Jenna Elkins was here' on my chest and sealed it with an imprint of your lips."

"Okay," Jenna smiled cheekily down at him. "I did not write 'Jenna Elkins was here' on your chest and seal it with an imprint of my lips."

"You little..."

He didn't finish the sentence, just tackled her to the bed as she squealed. Dean wrestled Jenna playfully down on the bed. He held both of her wrists captive in one hand above her head before gripping her face gently with the other and kissing her. He released her hands and pulled back, placing a few kisses on her neck and collar bone.

Jenna groaned and ran her fingers through his spiked hair.

She made him high. No other girl had this kind of effect on him and made him so comfortable. Jenna broke down his emotional barriers without even trying. The laughing, the smiles. Dean never smiled that much, at least not without sarcasm or leering added in the mix. Can things really be this simple for them?

"I'm going to marry you someday, Jenna Rose," Dean pressed their foreheads together, but still spoke softly. "After my dad, brother and I find whatever it is that killed my mom, I'm coming back for you. You can mark my words on that."

"Dean..." Jenna sighed. "Don't make promises you can't keep. We have no idea how long that will take or what the hell it even is you're hunting."

"I mean it Jen," He crooked a finger under her chin and nudged her face toward his. "When that evil son of a bitch is dead, I will come back for you and I don't care how long that might take. You're my girl, and one day, I'm gonna make sure everybody else knows it too."

"Let's just take it one day at a time," Her fingers slowly trailed down his chest, but when she reached the flat of his stomach, Dean took hold of her wrist. "For people like us in our profession, we need to make the best out of now because we have no idea what tomorrow or the next day will bring. Just one day at a time, okay?"

"One day at a time." He agreed.

The phone on the nightstand rang and they glanced at each other before bursting out into laughter. Dean shook his head, grabbed his phone, then put a finger to his lips. The universal gesture to be quiet. He flipped it open and moved off of Jenna.

"What do you want now Richie?"

Jenna watched as Dean's face visibly paled, and started to suck on her bottom lip. Whoever that was on the other line brought that reaction out of him. She wondered who that was.

"Oh, sorry Sir. I thought you were somebody else. Is there anything wrong?"

Jenna sat up straighter on the bed, pushing her hair behind her ears and motioned for Dean to let her hear what was going on. "What is it?" She mouthed. He waved her off and continued talking to his dad.

"It what? Please tell me you're kidding? You're not kidding. Yeah, I know Dad, watch after Sammy and Jenna. See you soon, bye."

"That was Dad on the other line," Dean flipped the phone shut and glared at the opposite wall. "The werewolf he and Daniel were hunting decided to go on a joyride with Dad's ride, so they're going to be gone a little longer than planned. He's fit to be tied."

"Well, at least we can say this werewolf he's dealing with has good taste in cars." Jenna teased, earning a snort from the Winchester. Dean laid back down, pulling Jenna down against him. He ran a hand absentmindedly up and down her arm.

"That werewolf will be a dead one once my Dad gets his hands on him."

"Can't argue there." Jenna nodded against his chest before letting out a long sigh and shifted to sit up. "I really should get back upstairs to my own room, before Sam, or God forbid, one of our Dads finds us like this."

His hand caught hers when Jenna turned to go, tightening slightly to emphasize he didn't want her to go. There was a hint of pleading in his voice when he said, "Don't, please... stay. Even if Sam finds you here in bed with me, he won't say anything. Dad and Daniel will be gone another week at least. We have some time... just stay with me, here."

Jenna had known Dean since they first met as children. Even as a five-year-old boy, she'd never known him to really beg or plead for anything. Not around her, anyway. After a long, silent moment, Jenna made her decision.

She ran a hand over his chest, before giving in and lying back against him. Her voice was calm, but filled with force when she spoke. "Okay, until they get back, but we can't keep this up, Dean. We can't just live in this little bubble… you know that."

"I know. Things will be different once everything is said and done."

"We'll see, Dean. We shall see."

Dean smirked down at her and Jenna chuckled as he kissed the top of her head.


So, this is the prologue to Winchester that takes place twelve years prior to the main storyline. In John Winchester's journal, it is stated that John met Daniel Elkins almost a year after Mary Winchester was murdered in May, on Sam's first birthday, and made it somewhat tradition.

For Dean and Jenna's history, I'm going off of John's Journal. They met when they were five, and knew each other for ten or so years prior to becoming lovers. So they have a long history and Jenna is both; Dean's best friend, lover, and mother of his child.

I hope I showed Dean and Jenna's relationship well.

I also changed where the Elkins' are from. Canonically, Daniel is from a made-up town in Colorado, but in Winchester, he and Jenna are Texas born and raised.

Next chapter will take place in present time—mid to late Season 1 in 2006. You readers will finally be introduced to Victoria!

I have questions:

1) what kind of relationship do you hope for Dean and Tori?

2) what kind of relationship do you hope Tori has with Sam?

Inspired by Wynonna Earp, I would like to introduce a demon-killing gun that ties the OC, her mother and maternal grandfather to legendary gunslinger Wyatt Earp. Dean and Sam are direct descendants of Cain and Abel, fated to be vessels in the Apocalypse.

3) What do you think about Victoria being the great-something granddaughter of Wyatt and inheriting Peacemaker?

Peacemaker and The Colt will be sister guns; one can kill all monsters except for five beings, and the other will be a gun that kills only demons bonded to the Earp, Elkins and Winchester families by blood magic. Thoughts?