Prologue

"My flame is rising higher. I am the fire! I am burning brighter, roaring like a storm! And I am the one I've been waiting for. Screaming like a siren. Alive and burning brighter. I am the fire! I've been sacrificed, My hearts been cauterized. I'm hanging on to hope, Shackled by the ghost of what I once believed." -Halestorm (I am the fire)

*A year ago*

Freya's POV

His screams pierced through the house, cutting through the air so I could hear it as I left my car in the garage.

Dropping the grocery bags I ran as fast as I could, my feet scratching the pavement as I sprinted for the front door. "WHAT ARE YOU?!" He screamed from inside the house, filled with terror. My hands trembled as I fiddled with the keys, my heart beating so hard it was hurting my chest. "HANG ON BABY I'M COMING!" I yelled, flinging the door open and flying up the stairs.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw next...

As I ran around the corner and flew our bedroom door open I was surprised to see that no one was in the room. There was nothing going on, no sound. I searched all over the room but I couldn't find anything. I pulled out his phone and dialed his number, then paused in confusion when it lit up on our mattress. I crawled onto our bed and reached over, picking it up.

A single drop of blood landed on my hand, as if it had dropped from the ceiling.

Horrified, I looked up in time to seen his body held up by seemingly nothing against the ceiling, as if he was a magnet and our ceiling was the fridge. He was staring down at me with his eyes wide open, his mouth frozen in what seemed like a silent scream of shock and agony. My blood ran cold and my face paled, all I could do was stare as my body shook in fear and confusion.

Then he burst into flames and I screamed, launching off my bed and dropping to my knees, unable to tear my eyes away from his burning flesh. It felt like my heart was crumbling into a million little pieces. "OH MY GOD! JAKE!" I screamed, staring at my fiancé like a deer caught in the headlights. I watched as the flames grew, eating up my ceiling until they covered it like a blanket. I backed myself into a corner, sweat breaking out over my skin from the anxiety as I watched it licking at the corners of my walls and crawling down them.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" A familiar voice yelled as he kicked down the door.

"John?!" I watched as the FBI agent ran over to me, throwing me over his shoulder and rushing me out. It happened before I could process what he was doing and have time to react. "NO JOHN PUT ME DOWN!" I screamed, struggling in his arms and sobbing as he ran me out of the house. "LET ME GO!" I screamed in agony, struggling in his arms as he put me on me feet. I doubled over as I watched my house burst into flames, crying helplessly as he dragged me away and to a black impala.

"Hey it's okay. I'm here to help you." He promised me, looking at me.

"Help?! HELP?! How are you supposed to help me!" I screamed. "I have nothing left! My parents are gone! My fiancé is gone! Everybody that I love is dead!" I yelled. John nodded, letting me vent and scream and rage and take my anger out on him. "YOU CAN'T HELP ME! I have nowhere to go! My life is over! I'm going to wind up on the streets because my fiancé just died and I have no more family left and you think you can help me?! Who are you!" I shouted angrily, my hands balling into fists. I rose my arm and jabbed my elbow back into John's arm hard enough that he yelped in pain and let me go. "AND I TOLD YOU TO LET ME GO!" I yelled at him. I spun around and stormed over, sobbing and hitting his chest over and over. He just wrapped his arms around me and let me do it. "HE'S DEAD! JAKE IS DEAD!" I just kept repeating that over and over until my lungs gave out and I had to stop to catch my breath. I pulled away from him, crossing my arms and shivering as the wind picked up. He rushed over to me, offering me his jackets. I shook my head and stared at my burning house, tears in my eyes.

"It's all gone..." I whispered.

A silence passed, he let me cry without saying a word. But I finally decided I needed to figure out who these people were. I looked at John.

"Who are you? How did you know that was going to happen?" I asked. "I'm a hunter." He said honestly. "Hunter..." I repeated. "Yes. I hunt things. Paranormal things. What happened in there was a yellow eyed demon... the same one I've been chasing since my wife died." John explained. I nodded, believing him. "It... it killed my parents. My brother. My sister. But I wasn't there for those occurrences." I admitted.

"Your family has a history with it as well." John said, less like a question and more like he was telling me. "Truth is, I knew your mother. When we were high school sweethearts. Didn't last long, we separated shortly after I graduated." John said. "You knew my mom.. that's right. She used to mention a John." I relaxed now, rubbing my arms. "You're practically family. You two kept in contact, you'd talk all the time." I remembered. He nodded. "She knew about it before I did. We reconnected after her mother had died while she was pregnant with you. I was helping her track it down so she could live a normal life, but I could never catch it. It was always like this..." He stared at my house, watching the flames. "It's quick. I was always late." John said.

His eyes met mine for a brief moment, and I could see the years of pain and guilt in them. I looked away.

"Why don't you hang around with me and Dean for a while? You haven't met him yet, And won't for a while, I've been gone for a few days and haven't gone back, I've been hunting the demon. You have nowhere to go you said, I can teach you how to hunt. You can help us find and kill this thing." John offered. I stared at him in shock. "But... why? Why would you help me? You don't even know me." I questioned. "I knew your mother. And... her dying wish was for me to protect you. Her father wanted the same thing I assume, he died before she did so I didn't get to talk to him. But she made me promise to protect you with her last breath... she said you were special. And you were, I was there for the first few years of your life because your dad was a buddy of mine. You weren't a normal kid. I think this demon might be linked to you." John explained.

I let the information sink in, and I frowned as I stared at the floor.

"I guess I've always kind of known that... I'm not normal. I'm a freak." I whispered. "You're not a freak Freya. You're just different." John told me firmly. "Freya. Do you want to come with us? I don't mind taking you in." John asked.

I looked away from him, watching with tears in my eyes as the embers ate up my house.

"It's up to you Freya."

"There is nothing here for me anymore." I balled my hands into fists at the truth of my own words, my fingernails harshly biting into the palms of my hands. "It's taken... everything... away from me." I gritted my teeth together.

That's when I felt it. Felt it deep inside me, to the very center of my core. The way it made my blood boil. The way it made my skin tingle and my limbs shake. The way everything started to tint red around the field of my vision.

Anger.

The wind picked up around us, blowing flakes of snow from people's lawns into the street. As if on cue my house exploded, catching us both off guard.

Both of us jumped at the unexpected blast, John jumping over and covering me with his body despite none of us being close enough. It was almost like it was instinct for him. He pulled away, looking at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. I stared at him, just as disturbed as he was. It had gotten worse, this demon's powers. It almost felt as if this thing was mocking me, blowing up my house just to show me it could take whatever it wanted.

I stood up slowly, John following my lead. I turned to John with a pointed gaze, determination in my bloodstream as I stood with my feet planted firmly on the ground. I had a mission. And I was going to pursue it.

"Teach me how to hunt."

A/N: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL. WARNER BROS. OWNS THE SHOW AND ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC'S I HAVE CREATED.