The Path to Heaven Runs Through Hell// A Supernatural Fanfiction

Prologue

With a flinch of a finger from the man behind the gun, the cold bullet sunk into my skin. Time slowed down as a collapsed to the ground. Castiel screamed my name and ran to me like lightning. The man and his accomplice
bolted out of the room with great hast. Castiel's glacier blue eyes watered up as he bent down next to me and put his hand on my wound. "After all this," I said with a gasp, "I end up getting taken down on a crappy job, huh?" I chuckled slightly.
But then I began to think,  how did I end up here?
Well, that's quite a story. It's one that defined me, and made me call myself a hunter. I was an aspiring director, before i started my first job. I loved a good story, I had friends... I had a future... The only thing that was unusual about me was that both my parents died when I was fifteen. The police were never able to track their killers... Or even their bodies. Thirteen years later I joined the hunt with the brothers, Sam and Dean. The day I met them, was the day that everything went south.

I lived in Colorado. It was a warm day. I was sitting on a bench in a park as two hotties in suits walked past. I couldn't help to check out their muscles, and wonder who they were, and what they were doing in my small town. Then the shorter one looked back at me and squinted a bit before he turned completely around and took a seat right next to me on the bench. The taller one roller his eyes and said, "Dean, now isn't the time." I looked up at him then looked back at the beautiful face with green eyes like spring grass. While still maintaining eye contact me he said, "Just wait a minuet Sammy, she's different. I see it in her eyes. She might be able to help us..." I looked around and furrowed my brows with confusion. "What? Dean we have to go." The long haired one said. "Sam, I said wait." He snapped. "Do you believe in ghosts? Monsters? Demons?" He said quickly. "Excuse me??" I scooted back on the bench. "Hm..." He broke our eye contact, "Never mind then. Sorry to bother you." He sighed and got up. He and the tall man walked away. When they were about 20 feet away, I peeped out, "Wait!!!" They both turned around with raised eyebrows. I jogged to them in my converse and black skinny jeans. "Yes... I do believe. Why?" I asked. "I'm Dean. This is Sam. We're tracking the unusual deaths that have occurred here. Do you have any suspicions of a supernatural event taking place, causing this chain of deaths?"

That's where it all started. That question got me started on a path that had no peaceful ending.