Hope Winchester

Okay, so I've had this idea since forever and I've finally decided to post it. I haven't really done many Supernatural fanfiction, only like one other crossover. That's it really, so I'm going to try to keep characters in character. If I do make them a little OC please tell me so I can fix it.

This story is following the plots ((a little)), but it's really just a free falling fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy this story.

This is the first story/crossover done like this. Date posted, August 8, 2014.

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Hope Winchester

Prologue

June 11, 2010

The moon was high in the night sky, everything was quiet. Crickets played their tunes as the nocturnal animals prowled for their pray as others ran. The woods were dark, difficult to see. Inside those woods laid a pack of wolves, dead. They were killed easily, since this pack was pretty small. Five wolves, but one got away and was now being perused.

Sixteen year old Hayley Marshall ran blindly through the woods as someone chased after her, shooting darts full of wolfs bane. A few were in her arm, but adrenaline ran high and Hayley feared getting caught. A hunter was something Hayley never came across with, and not once was someone ever trying to deliberately kill her the way this person was. Hayley was in Mississippi where she heard about some pack of wolves, but they weren't like her. Hayley quickly found that out when they touched silver that they burned, not her though. The hunter probably thought she was one of the pack.

"Here wolfy wolfy." A male's voice taunted, whistling like some idiot. Hayley rolled her eyes as she held her breath. She was hiding behind some large oak tree trunk as a flashlight looked for movement.

"It's not as if it will respond to that Dean." This voice sounded more mature, and was annoyed.

The other male, Dean, scoffed, "Come on out, and I promise we'll kill you nice and fast."

Hayley closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. She wasn't going to get out of here alive if she stood there waiting for them to find her. If she tried to run for it, she could possibly make it of die trying, so that's exactly what Hayley did. Bolting from her hiding spot once the flashlight went past her, Hayley made a mad dash. In the distance she heard that gun shot, and she felt the dart hit her, and she felt herself fall onto the moist ground. Groaning in pain, Hayley watched as two pair of shoes approached her in the eerie darkness.

"Dean, she looks only about sixteen. You can't kill her."

"Sam, stop being soft. She was a part of a pack that killed at least five people." Dean snapped and the taller male, Sam.

Haley coughed, "Please, don't kill me. I wasn't a part of a pack. I never was."

Dean narrowed his eyes at her, pointing a gun at her head. It made Hayley freeze on the spot as tears sprung to her brown eyes. Yeah, this was defiantly the end of her. She would never know who her parents were or where she came from. Her life questions will never be answered because this man, Dean, was about to end her life with a bullet.

"Then where are you from?" Dean interrogated.

"I don't know. That's what I'm looking for. All my life I never knew my mother or father and I was looking for them. Where I was from." Hayley explained.