Sweet Child Of Mine {Supernatural Fanfiction}

Prologue

"Son of a bitch!!" Dean Winchester yelled as five vampires started to bolt towards him. He immediately swung his blade chopping one of their heads off before running in the opposite direction, "Sammy!!"

"I'm a little caught up here Dean!!" Sam Winchester yelled back to his older brother as he was balled to the ground by three vampires himself. He started to swing the blade around, hoping to hit one of the vampires, but was failing miserably.

Dean noticing his brothers situation, decided to run in his direction, reaching him and chopping the three vampires heads off before helping him off the ground. The two then turned around to find that instead of the five vampires that were chasing Dean, they were surrounded by what could of been hundreds of them.

"Where the hell did they come from!!" Dean exclaimed loudly, getting his blade ready to attack.

"I have no idea," Sam replied, also getting his blade into attack mode.

They had a stare off with the stampede of Vampires for a while before they charged, but before either of them could get a swing in, all of the vampires combusted in huge flames, screaming in pain. The two men watched as they turned into nothing but piles of ash before pulling their heads up to see none other then God himself standing across the room.

"Chuck," Sam stated, dropping his blade to his side.

"What the hell man!" Dean said angrily, throwing his arms in the air before too dropping them by this side.

"Your welcome for saving your life from hundreds of blood thirsty monsters by the way," Chuck responded, folding his arms across his chest, "You know I could of just let them kill you or whatever they were going to do to you, but I decided to help you, so yeah, your welcome."

Sam and Dean stared at Chuck incredously as he stood there with his arms folded, tapping his foot against the ground.

"Chuck, what are you doing here?" Sam asked calmly, sending Dean a look as he did so.

Chuck collapsed his arms to his side, "Well, I kind of need your help, but first, I would really like to get out of this barn so," Chuck answered before clicking his fingers with a smirk.

Before Sam and Dean knew it they were standing back in the bunker, their blades were gone from their hands and clothes completely rid of any blood. The Winchesters pinched their shirts looking at how clean they were and looking around at the familiar view.

Chuck walked over to a table and sat down. Clicking his fingers once again, he made a coffee appear, which he then continued to sip.

"What about baby?" Dean asked nervously, hoping that his beloved car was in a safe place.

"In the Garage, and your blades are in the arsonal," Chuck answered, taking another sip of his drink.

Sam and Dean stared at him incredously as he continued to casually drink his coffee like nothing happened. Sam then cleared his throat, "So Chuck, what did you need our help with?" He asked.

Chuck, looking a little nervous, placed his cup back down slowly, before wiping his hands on his jeans and clearing his throat, "I need your help to find someone, someone powerful."

"You want our help to find someone?" Dean responded.

"Yes," Chuck replied.

"Someone powerful?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

Chuck seemed lost for words at Dean's last question, "I can't tell you, you guys are just gonna have to trust me on this one," he replied.

Sam and Dean gave eachother curious looks, before having a silent argument with eachother which Chuck amusedly took a sip of his coffee to. After a while Dean turned away with a defeated look while Sam looked to Chuck with a triumph smile.

"So how do we find this powerful someone?" Dean asked, both him and Sam walking over to the table and sitting down.

A smile of relief spread across Chuck's face as he put his coffee cup down, "By looking for a bunch of weird occurrences, so your gonna need that computer of yours," he stated, pointing to Sam's computer which had randomly appeared on the table.

Sam grabbed his computer before typing in news reports and going through all the reports that have happened, just like they do on hunts. It didn't take him long to find something weird as he clicked on a link.

"Hows this," he stated, catching both Chuck's and Dean's attention, "Up in Wisconsin, there have been a bunch of really weird reports, the latest being a priest that got so angry with a bunch of teenagers discriminating his church that he, and I quote, 'Put the power of christ in them' he did this by shoving crucifixes so far down their throats it killed them." Both Dean and Chuck's eyes widened.

"That sounds wierd enough to me," Dean interjected.

"What were some of the other occurrences?" Chuck asked, apparently not fulfilled enough.

"Umm," Sam started to scrowl through the rest of the article, "A couple loved eachother so much they ripped out their children's hearts and gave them to eachother on strings, with their initials carved into them. And a teenage boy was so depressed over a break up with his three year gifriend, that he ate so much ice cream it killed him," Sam responded.

Chuck put his coffee down and got out of his seat, "That's definitely her, come on boys, we've got a four year old to catch," he stated.

Sam and Dean both got out of their chairs, giving Chuck a confused look, "I'm sorry did you just say a four year old?!" Dean exclaimed.

Chuck however didn't answer them nor did he give them time to say anything else before he zapped them to Wisconsin where they appeared in the middle of a street which was going completely crazy. The boys and Chuck looked around the street to find the only calm person was an eight year old little girl with long brown hair and wearing a deep blue dress.

"Or an eight year old," Chuck then said before racing over to the young girl and grabbing her by the arms pulling her into his chest. He then clicked his fingers and everyone in the street flopped to the ground.

Sam and Dean raced over towards Chuck and the little girl, stopping just behind them as Chuck bent down to her height, checking her over to make sure she was okay.

"Chuck, no more funny business, what the hell is going on? And who the hell is this?!" Dean yelled, pointing at the young girl who was looking at the two brothers with a smile.

Chuck pushed himself off the ground, holding onto the young girls arm tightly so he wouldn't loose her again, "This is Atalanta, mine and Amara's little sister," he answered, and let's just say Sam and Dean were more then shocked.