I'm so sorry. I'm horrible at coming up with titles and summaries. That's just the way it is. This story is one of those ideas that gets in your brain and you kind of don't think it's that great but you have to write it anyway because it's stuck in there.

I Remember

Prologue

The girl angrily slammed her bedroom door, not bothering to turn her lights on as she practically threw herself onto her bed. She quickly pulled her pillow to her face, muffling an infuriated scream in the cramped room. The scream soon faded into a whimper though, and she quickly sat up, angry now at herself for crying. It was something she hadn't allowed herself to do in years. She did nothing to stop the tears that left tracks on her cheeks though. The pain in her chest craved her attention, and the sobs seemed to be her only current option to ease the tension she could feel there. The teen ran a hand through her messy brown curls, brushing her bangs away from her face in the process with a sigh. She shivered, suddenly cold despite the late-spring heat that had forced her to wear a camisole to bed for the past week.

Glancing out at the moonlight, she briefly wondered how she had allowed her current situation to get so out of control. Her gaze moved to the alarm clock, which displayed the time, 10:32, in faintly lit red print. Rubbing away the last remnants of her tears with her hands, the teen curled up under the covers, letting sleep wash over her even though she dreaded what the morning would bring.

2:47 was the time the clock, which now seemed mockingly bright in the darkness, glared at her. She groaned quietly, not really understanding why she was still awake. All she knew was that the wall unit in her room, while performing its task of blasting cold air, had suddenly decided to make a sound so grating that the teen decided it could only be seconded by the sound of nails on a chalkboard. She'd gone over to the machine, and hit it on the side. The sound had stopped, but as she'd tried to fall asleep once again, she'd found that she couldn't. Now she glared back at the clock, tempted to hurl the offensive object out the window situated just above the wall unit. She turned over bitterly, burying herself in her blankets and forcing her eyes to close. Just as she was dozing off once more, another sound startled her awake. This time, she dare not move. This sound was different. It was the sound of her window opening, and what sounded like someone slipping through. It sent chills down her spine, and she briefly prayed that she was simply imagining things. Slowly, silently, she slid her arm over the edge of the bed, reaching toward the bedside table. Just as her fingertips skimmed the edge of the wood, an invisible force yanked her from the bed and onto the floor.

Her wide eyes roamed quickly, searching for the unseen assailant, but before she could spot anything she found herself sliding into the wall and quickly rising into a standing position. she tried to cry out as her head connected painfully with the wall, but her throat suddenly felt constricted; as if something was holding it closed. Her gasp of surprise was also muted as her body began sliding up the wall, and it wasn't long before she found herself staring down fearfully from the ceiling. Terror seized her thin frame, and she struggled to scream as a girl who couldn't have been much older than herself grinned up at her from below. "Hello Darling," she sneered, her eyes changing from brown to a soulless black in a single blink. "Let's have a little fun, shall we?" The teen on the ceiling felt her throat open again as the one on the floor waved her hand across the air in an arc, and the scream she'd so desperately wished to release earlier came tearing from her throat in a mixture of pure agony and fear as her abdomen was cruelly slashed. The black-eyed girl never lost her grin as she closed the teen's throat once more, muffling the sobs and further screams. The night was not over yet, and she could hardly wait to see the anguish she was about create with a simple flame.

DUN. DUN. DUN. Welcome to my story. :) This is my first Supernatural story, so I figured, "Why not start things off like a typical episode?" That my dear friends is what created this prologue. In case you're wondering why I have decided to make Sam a girl for this story, I have two reasons. First, the story in my head just happened to play out that way. Second, I guess I kind of like the idea of Dean with a little sister, so I thought I'd play around with the idea a bit. More will come soon, but I'd love to know what you think. Thanks for checking this out.