Artemis || Supernatural

Prologue

I can remember that day like it was yesterday. 

But it wasn't yesterday.

It happened fifteen years ago.

I was nine and Alastor was only nine months.

We were at our family cabin when I woke up, hearing noise. 

My parents were hunters.

They left the cabin hours earlier, telling me they would come back by dawn.

They never did.

I knew we weren't safe, so I grabbed our bags and left with Alastor in my arms. 

I found my parents' bodies in the forest. 

Tore apart, their heads were the only things that weren't covered in blood.

It was a horrible sight. 

I didn't cry.

I couldn't and wouldn't.

My parents knew what this job cost.

I knew what it cost.

I raised Alastor on my own.

I did what it took to raise him right. 

When he said his first word, it wasn't mama or papa. 

It was sissy.

That was the first time I remember I cried.

I knew he should have known his parents but he never could.

 When he was old enough, I told him what happened. 

He cried, of course, but he knew we couldn't do anything to prevent it.

I stole.

A lot.

Whether it was food, clothes, money, phones. 

It didn't matter.

We had to live from something. 

We slept on the streets.

Showered in public bathrooms. 

Ate food from convenience stores.

Traveled by the back of trucks.

Or trains.

We had it tough.

But we adapted.

And we survived.

When I was old enough for jobs, I took every chance I could.

My only request was that my brother would be with me, so I could keep an eye on him.

They never disagreed.

They always asked where were our parents.

I always answered the same.

Not in the picture.

When Alastor was six, we changed our names.

I asked him what he wanted his name to be.

He said Alex.

I wanted a name that was similar to my real name.

So we became Jamie and Alex Hunt. 

Orphans from Wisconsin. 

A few years later, we met Sam Winchester.

He told us he had run away from home.

I had a suspicion Sam was a hunter, or at least his family was.

I was right.

As always.

So I told him the truth.

And we took him in.

We were a little family.

And when Sam applied to Stanford University, we supported him like a family.

That hasn't changed.

Our lives were somewhat peaceful.

Until one Halloween.

When Sam's brother appeared out of nowhere.