Okay, I've changed perspectives. This is now from my character's point of view because, to be quite honest, I'm much more comfortable writing like this. And yes, I know that it's been much too long but my life is extremely busy right now. I finished school this month so I've been working and trying to word this chapter just right. It. Took. Forever! So it might seem strange, but the first one WAS the prologue so please, bear with me!

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Mrs Max McDowell, thank you for reviewing and reminding me that I have to get my butt in gear haha;

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Anyway, many apologies and please enjoy this enstallment!

Disclaimer: Even after all this time, I still don't own Supernatural. Unfortunately. I do own Emily, though, which is something at least. Oh! And I do own my Baby Girl, this preciously beautiful laptop I am writing on :) Enjoy!

-CHAPTERONE-

I was sitting up in bed, my chest heaving. I could feel the electricity pulsing in my veins so I let my eyes flutter closed. It reminded me of that time, twenty years ago, where I willingly gave my heart to a boy I had known my entire life. The memory was hazy, but it was one of the only ones I had of that boy. Dean Winchester.

I had just had a nightmare, one of the worst I had ever had in my entire life. I couldn't remember all of, though. Just the blood. Oh God, there was so much blood.

I pressed my hands to my eyes and began to cry. It wasn't loud enough for Bobby to hear, but the sound seemed to echo off of the walls. I could still smell the blood, could still feel the blood on my face. In fact, that's all I could smell.

I yanked my hands away in surprised disgust. My old scar, the one that Dean had made on my hand, had reopened during the night. The blood was trickling out slowly, but it was enough to create a large stain on my bed sheets. I swore under my breath as I jumped to my feet. I didn't watch where I was going. My feet got tangled in the straps of my duffel bag, laying abandoned beside my door in case we needed to leave the house for a case. I shrieked and ate the floor, my hands snapping out to catch my fall. I gave a startled yelp as my cut came into contact with the ground.

I rolled to my side and cradled my hand to my chest. I heard the distinct thump of Bobby getting up to investigate the noises. He was hurrying, worried by my yells.

Shit.

I struggled to untangle my feet, writhing on the ground for a moment, before jumping to my feet. I raced out of my room and down the hall, breezing by Bobby with a quick "morning dad!" as I passed. I hurried into the bathroom and closed the door with a slam, locking it behind me. I pressed my back to the door and heaved a great sigh of relief. I didn't want to have to try to explain to Bobby why my scar had opened up. Again.

I quickly went about cleaning up my cut and bandaging it. There was a banging on the door, startling me. I slid on the tile, biting my tongue to keep from yelling out again.

"Yeah?" I called out.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, dad, I'm fine! Just got a wicked paper cut is all. Early morning reading again. Sorry, dad!" I began to wrap my bandage a little tighter. I could hear him laughing.

"Well, be care next time." I could hear him walking away, whistling softly under his breath. Once finished, I quickly cleaned up and opened the bathroom door. I slipped out of the bathroom and down the hall before shooting into my room. I changed the covers as quickly as I could, shoving them under my bed. I straightened up my duffel bag before walking out of my room.

I walked down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. I could smell coffee brewing, the enticing aroma luring me further into the kitchen. I could see Bobby sitting at the table out of the corner of my eye. He was watching me as I headed straight for the coffee machine. I groaned, watching it still pour.

"How much longer?" I whined. Coffee was what revitalized me in the morning. I was addicted to it.

"Another minute or so," Bobby laughed. I pouted and sat down on one of the chairs. I crossed my arms and scowled to myself. "Calm down, Em. It'll be ready before you know it."

"I guess I'll make breakfast. Bacon and eggs?" I asked with a sigh. Bobby grinned.

"You spoil me, sweetheart."

"Psh, I know. Don't get used to it," I warned him. I got to my feet and started getting everything ready. I started making breakfast. It was purely habit, I had done it so many times before. I heard a small ding as the coffee timer went off. I felt like rejoicing.

After everything was made and we both had our breakfast with coffee, I decided to try something. Again. I swallowed a particularly large bite before turning my attention to Bobby.

"Hey, dad, I want to ask you something," I finally said. He looked up. "I want to head out. I want to…try hunting by myself." I could see Bobby riling up for an argument, but I beat him to the punch. "You said so yourself, I'm a damn good hunter. I know what I'm doing. After all, you taught me everything you know."

"Absolutely not! We're much safer in numbers and you know it. End of discussion." Bobby took a vicious bite from a piece of bacon.

"But dad-!"

"End. Of. Discussion."

We sat in stony silence, trying to glare the other in submission. We were both extremely stubborn, something that I had happily picked up from him as I grew up. I was only stubborn, however, when I was trying to piss him off. Or get my point across. At that particular moment, I was killing two birds with one stone.

The sound of someone knocking on the front door was enough to shake us from our evil eye competition. I shot a quick look in that direction, startled by the desperation and force used by the person. I gave him a quick look.

"Do you owe anyone money? Again?"

"No! Would they be knocking on the door if I did?"

"Right. Well, I'll get it." I got to my feet and kinda skipped/hopped to the door. Yeah, I was secretly a child at heart. When I reached the door, I yanked it open. "Can I…" I trailed off, my eyes drifting upwards. I had come face to face unexpectedly with a chest. The man outside the door was tall. Freakishly tall. Well, not really, but he was six foot something. "…help you?" My voice, having been so confident when I first started speaking, ended up in a high squeak.

The young man's eyebrow rose in amusement, but his brown eyes were pinched with worry and fear. "Is Bobby here?" His voice was deep and soothing, but he was desperate. I skittered backwards, looking him up and down.

"Yeah…DAD!" I turned and marched into the house. I heard the man behind me mutter under his breath, "dad?" as I walked away. I could hear Bobby walking towards me.

"Who is it?" he asked in his gruff voice.

"Don't know. Some young dude." Bobby passed me and I quickly twirled on my feet, skipping so that I could fall into step behind him.

"Sam? Is that you?" Bobby was surprised. I watched as his relaxed stance immediately tensed up. "What is it, boy? What happened?"

"There was an…accident. Dad and De-"

"-Your brother. What?"

"…Yeah, there was an accident. They're in the hospital and the…car was totalled and all of the weapons are still in the trunk. The cops are going to find it and we're going to be so busted. I need your help to get it back from the impound."

"Okay, calm down." Bobby whirled on me. "Go and get your keys, we're taking your car."

I just gaped at him, momentarily stunned. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, now hurry."

I turned and ran up the stairs, my heart leaping for joy. I skidded into my bedroom and launched myself at my dresser. I snatched my keys and my sweater, struggling to get into it. After finally putting on the sweater, I ran down the stairs. I jumped from the fourth step and landed, hard, on my feet. I stumbled, my arms wind milling in an attempt to regain my balance.

I looked around and straightened up, happy to see that no one had noticed my almost epic fail. I skipped to the door and gave the two men a big smile. I dangled the keys in front of Bobby, smirking. He went to snatch them out of my grasp but I yanked them away.

"Nuh uh! My car, I drive. That's the deal."

Bobby sighed through his nose. "Fine, now let's go." I squealed and ran outside, coming to a sudden stop right beside the hood of my baby.

My 1967 Chevrolet Camaro SS. Black paintjob with white racing stripes, polished until she shined. I had bought her a few years ago with my honest earned money. When I was eighteen, I got my first job at a sit-down restaurant. Crappy pay with a really crappy supervisor. He was a perfect gentleman, at first.

But things immediately turned sour. He started to make advances upon me and, even though I told him I wasn't interested, he pushed harder. I warned him that if he didn't stop, I would get my buddies and my father to rearrange his facial features if he didn't stop. That deterred him. For a while, at least. But he started up again and he was much more persistent than before. He ended up grabbing my ass a couple of times and squeezing my breast once or twice before I snapped.

I ended up crying as soon as I got home and Bobby, being the overprotective father that he was, demanded to know what had happened. So I told him everything. He was flaming made when I did and he called a few of his buddies. They planned something but when I asked what, he just smirked and said I would enjoy it. He asked for his name, gave me a kiss on my forehead, and wished me goodnight.

The next day at work, he and his friends showed up. Bobby demanded for my supervisor and, when he showed up, he said that he needed to talk to him outside. He turned to me and said I should follow. I did and was amused to see my supervisor pinned to the wall by one of our friends. He was begging to not be hurt.

"You ever touch my daughter again, you will regret it. Emily has many friends who will do anything to protect her. Right, boys?"

There had been a chorus of agreement as they tightened their hold on him. He seemed to get the hint, but I ended up quitting soon after. I had been there for three years and I felt like it was time to move on. So I got a job at a bar instead as a bartender.

"Oh, Baby Girl! I've missed you so much," I gushed. I stroked the hood gently, ignoring the snickers from Bobby.

"She reminds me of your brother," he murmured to Sam.

"I know. It's freaky," Sam mumbled back. I gave my baby one last pat before sliding into the driver's seat, my hands gripping the steering wheel. I shot them all a look, telling them to hurry up without having to speak. I started the engine and grinned when she roared to life, finally settling for a purr.

We were soon on the road and Bobby was trying to get as much information as possible, but it was extremely censored. I never found out the name of Sam's brother or his father. Hell, I didn't even know his mother's name. I couldn't help but feel like they were keeping things from me.

I pulled into the impound lot and Bobby turned to me. Sam got out of my car, slamming the door closed.

"Hey!" My suddenly loud voice made Sam turn to me, curious. I was hit with a sense of familiarity as our eyes locked. "Show some respect!" He rolled his eyes and walked away.

"Stay here, Em." Bobby then got out of the car and walked away, leaving me by myself. I scowled and pulled out my keys, slouching in my seat.

I guess I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember is being shaken awake. I blinked a couple of times, disoriented for a bit. Sam's face was hovering in front of my face, his eyes worried.

"What happened?" I asked groggily. His face eased into a smile.

"You wouldn't wake up. Good dream?"

I brought my hand up to my temple, a raging headache settling there. "No, a terrible nightmare." I watched Sam close my door and walk around my car to the passenger side. He opened the door and settled in beside me.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I can't remember it. All I remember is the blood. Everywhere," I lied, hoping that he wouldn't be able to pick up on it. I sighed and rubbed my temples and forehead. I shrugged and turned to Sam, my hands dropping. "So what's the plan?"

"Well, Bobby wants you to come to the hospital with me so that you can meet my family. He wants my dad to explain some things to you and then, after hearing his explanation, you can decide on whether or not you want to hunt with us. He mentioned how you've been trying to run away and keep bugging him to start hunting by yourself."

I laughed. "I'm not running away so that I can hunt by myself. There's something that I need to find. You ever get the feeling that there's something out there for you and you need to find it. Well, it feels closer than it normally is so I've been getting restless." I shrugged and started the engine. "Is Bobby coming with us?"

"No, he said that he'll get his own ride back to your house."

"Alright then. Might as well go to the house to get my things, just in case I want to hunt with you guys." I put my beautiful car into gear and sped out of the parking lot, grinning to myself as I did so. I was a speed junkie. Not the drug, but I was addicted to going fast. So we arrived at the house in less time it took for us to get there. I left my car running and hopped out, telling Sam to stay there.

I ran up to the door and unlocked it, hurrying inside. I let the door click shut behind me, already running up the steps. I took them two at a time, sliding on the landing of the staircase before taking off again. My heart was racing with excitement and it was all I could do to keep from screaming happily. And jumping up and down.

Still smiling like a crazy person, I grabbed my duffel bag and my large backpack. I put them both on my bed, rooting through them to make sure I had everything. I took out my clothes from my duffel bag and put them in the backpack before hunting around my room for my weapons and bibles and whatnot. I put them all in the duffel bag and stood still, surveying my room.

"So you really want to go hunting, hm?" Bobby's voice said from the door.

I shrieked and jumped a foot in the air, a hand clutching my chest. "Don't do that, dad!" I took in a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to settle my suddenly erratic heartbeat. "I dunno. I'm just going to see what Sam's father has to say and then I'll decide. But I'll call you either way," I promised him. It was going to be hard leaving my father, but children needed to leave the nest sooner or later.

"Just remember, don't judge his family too harshly. They did what they had to." Bobby pulled me into a hug and, just like when I was little and was scared of the dark, I felt that sense of protection settling around me.

"I promise to keep an open mind." I pulled away and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Love you, dad. Now, stay out of trouble. I know how much fun you and your friends have on the weekends. Just remember, I'm not here to bail you out if you get sent to jail, so, don't do anything crazy," I warned him. He smirked.

"I haven't been to jail yet and I don't plan on going anytime soon. Stop doing the parenting and get your butt in gear." I grinned and grabbed the bags, hauling them down the stairs and out to the Camaro. I motioned for Sam to pop the trunk, which he did after a moment of trying to find the latch. I nudged the trunk open and put my bags inside. I shut it gently and then hopped towards the driver's side. I waved to Bobby as I buckled up.

"Now, you're going to have to give me directions. I don't visit the hospital very often." I gave him a wry grin before pulling out of the driveway, gravel spitting from under my tires. Sam laughed as we sped off in the direction of the hospital, and his family.

A feeling of dread began to form in the pit of my stomach.