Angel in Flannel [d.w.]

//Angel in Flannel//The Younger Years//

//Tess Sloane Morgans, six years old//

Tess Sloane Morgans. Oldest of three born to Joseph and Marianne Morgans.

The Morgans family could be found in Klamath Falls, Oregon on the end of Lakeview Drive in a lovely two story home all bundled up with a white picket fence. Tess, being six years old, thought her life was normal, as did her parents whom were as blissfully unaware as their children they adored. The other two children, Claire who was four, and baby Joey who was only a few months old weren't quite like their older sister in many, many different ways.

What ways, you may wonder? The first way on a long list of strange would likely be that Mister and Missus Morgans found Tess speaking to thin air in their backyard, claiming she was speaking to Miss O'Dare, the old woman who had passed away next door a year before the girl was even born.

While they may have had a strange child, they didn't love her any less. Tess and her siblings were adored by their parents. Constant love and adoration. They had a wonderful life.

Until July 10th, 1985. At exactly 11:45p.m. young Tess Morgans awoke to her mother screaming. The girl leapt out of her bed and ran downstairs to find her mother, father and baby brother being ripped to shreds by something unholy. Their eyes were red, their forms resembling pitbulls, but Tess knew they were evil. A form stood with them in the shape of a man, his eyes were aglow with a color that haunted Tess Morgans nightmares. They were blood red, his hands dripping with the guts of her family as she screamed for help as the hounds continued to rip her family apart.

"Tessa..... glorious and holy little dear aren't you....?" the man cackled. "My master sends you his regards...... you see he knew you quite well back in the day.... but you're to young to understand aren't you? Poor dear.... but your role to play shall come soon and you'll remember.... won't you sweet child...?"

Tess held her hands up in fear as she whimpered. The front door suddenly fell and in rushed her hero. John Winchester. He scooped the child up and made for the stairwell, quickly pouring a line of rock salt.

"Ohhh, a Winchester." The shadow of a man cheered. "How exciting! We were just finishing up weren't we, Tessa? Keep your eye out little deary, worse than this is in store for you." With that the hellbeasts vanished into the shadows, leaving their pure destruction in their wake.

Tess cried into Johns shirt as he rocked her soothingly, whispering kind words to the bronze haired child in his arms. "You're safe now, Tess.... you're safe honey..."

Oh how wrong the Winchester was.

//two years later//

John had brought Claire to her grandparents where she would be safest, let the toddler live out a normal life. Tess on the other hand was brought to Bobby Singer. A hunter who had always wanted children but never had any. John trusted him to raise the girl in safety and train her to be a hunter so she could cope with what she had witnessed.

It was a dreary Sunday evening in Sioux Falls, South Dakota and the Singer residence was quiet. Tess sat in the living room with Bobby learning to properly clean a shotgun when there was a knock on the door. Tess looked up at Bobby, her heavenly blue eyes wide as he cocked a shotgun and headed for the door "Tess you go up to your room and salt the door and don't come out till I say."