A Father's Love Never Dies (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Prologue

October 29, 2000

A young lady with long brunette hair and gray eyes sat next to a tree on a green hill. She stood up when she saw a young man approaching her. He had short but messy dirty blonde hair and baby blue eyes. "Hello, Timothy. I hope your journey here was not a hassle. Did you come by yourself?" The young lady asked, looking around herself and the young man who stood in front of her. The young man gave her a reassuring smile.

"Of course I came alone, Annabelle. We both know what would happen if either of our parents found out. Your dad, The King of Hell, would kill me with an angel blade and my dad, Castiel, as well as my aunts and uncles, would smite you. An angel and a demon dating is forbidden." The young man, Timothy, said, causing Annabelle to look down.

"I know." She whispered, causing Timothy to sigh. He lightly touched her chin to let her look him in the eyes. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment before Timothy spoke.

"You know I love you, my sweet Annabelle." He pushed a strand of her long brunette hair behind her ear. "I would give up my life so you could live. I would die for you. I love you." He leaned in to kiss her cheek when a loud noise startled them. They looked around before their eyes landed on a coven of familiar witches. A witch with long red wavy hair and green eyes. She chuckled.

"Funny you should say that. Chelsea. Cheyenne. Grab the angel and tie him up." Two of the three witches dragged Timothy to the tree and tied him up.

"Grandmother Rowena! What are you doing here?" The young lady nervously asked, slowly putting herself between her grandmother and Timothy. The witch just rolled her eyes.

"I'm not stupid, Anna dear. After the last time you snuck out of your bedroom and were gone for over a day, I had to put a tracking spell on you. You're lucky I didn't tell your father. You're also lucky that he's stupid." This time it was Annabelle who rolled her eyes.

"Oh, please. Daddy isn't stupid. Plus, you haven't seen -let alone talked- to him since you walked out of his life, Grandmother." Rowena frowned then turned and nodded at the other two witches. They nodded back and turned to Timothy. They started whispering a chant and the young man started screaming. Annabelle ran over in horror but it was too late as one of the witches shoved an angel blade into his heart. Blinding light came from the angel and he slumped over.

"No! Timothy! My love!" She started sobbing on the now empty vessel. She looked at her grandmother. How could you? She said with tears in her eyes. Rowena just pursed her red lips. She walked to her granddaughter and tried to hug her. After the girl pushed her away the second time. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"You wouldn't understand. You're still too young." She said, opening her eyes. She saw her granddaughter glaring at her.

"I loved him! And you killed him! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" The girl spat at her grandmother.

"Watch your tone, young lady! Act your age." The grandmother said sternly. The girl just glared at her. The grandmother sighed. "Fine. Just know what I am about to do is for your own good. You'll change back when you act your age." The young lady looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?" The witch just muttered a chant and then all was black.