Okay, so apparently I can't wait to finish a story before I start something new. Go figure.

So this is the first prequel to my Supernatural story, which has yet to be titled. Or written. Yeah. There's gonna be three prequels, unless I change my mind before then. One for each of my OCs.

As usual for me, this is an AU, and should be taken as such. Please don't harass me if it doesn't follow the show in the future. I assure you, that's intentional. Some characters may even turn OOC. Again, no harassment, please.

That's all for now. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural and don't make any profit writing this.

Piper allowed the door to slam shut behind her, announcing her presence in a not-so-subtle way. Then again, the professor swan diving out of the fourth story window wasn't exactly subtle either. And now they had to deal with hunters digging around her school. And not just hunters, the freaking Winchesters. Piper had known for years the part she would play in the Winchesters lives, but they weren't supposed to meet like this. Not now. It was too soon.

Jack, her dad's small terrier, came running up to greet her, yipping happily when she bent down to scratch behind her ears. A quick glance around told her, her dad wasn't home. Probably still at work. The janitor-type work, not the trickster-type work. She shrugged. She was patient, she could wait. Grabbing a handful of jelly beans from a nearby bowl, she settled down with one of her Supernatural novels. They weren't very good, but it was kind of amusing to read about the lives she was going to have to save one day. She really should go visit this Carver guy, see if he even knew what he was writing, get an autograph. Maybe her dad would be willing to take her. Once she ripped him a new one for the professor trick, that is.

A half hour later, the door swung open again. Piper peeked over the top of her book to see her father grinning like a maniac, as per usual. She rolled her eyes as he snapped his fingers, making the door shut behind him and a feast fit for a king appear on the table.

"Honey, I'm home!" he called, sauntering over to his dinner spread.

Piper rolled her eyes again, getting up to join him, "Do you have to say that every time you come home?"

He smiled, placing a quick kiss on her forehead, "How was school?"

She eyed him, sinking into one of the chairs around the table, "Interesting."

He motioned for her to continue and snapped some soda into existence for the two of them.

"Two 'reporters' have been floating around, asking questions about that ethics professor that died. You know, the one you found?"

"Really?" he asked nonchalantly, not looking at his daughter.

Piper frowned, "You should know. They talked to you too, didn't they?"

He shrugged, "Might have."

"Dad."

"Alright," he sighed, plopping down in the chair next to her as Jack jumped up onto his lap. "How was I to know hunters would come a-knocking?"

"So what're you gonna do?"

He grinned widely, "I was thinking an alien abduction. What was that guy's name? The jock that keeps hitting on you and thinks he's God's gift to women."

She rolled her eyes, "I was talking about the Winchesters."

"What's there to do?" he shrugged and leaned back in his chair, completely unconcerned.

"They'll figure it out."

"Probably."

"They'll try to kill you."

He grinned, showing all his teeth, "I'd like to see them try."

"I wouldn't," Piper was not ashamed in the least when her voice raised an octave.

"Pipe," he sighed, reaching over to take her hand comfortingly. "Nothing's gonna happen to me, okay? Only one thing can kill me, and no matter how good those boys are, there is no way in heaven, hell, or earth that they have an Angel Blade."

"It's just…what if…"

"Look, they'll think I'm a trickster, right? So all I have to do is set it up, let them believe they killed a trickster, and we take off. You're already ahead on credits, ready to graduate whenever you want. We can take a vacation, just you and me. No work whatsoever, huh? What d'you say? Wanna go to Coney Island with me?"

A grin slowly spread across her face, "I'd rather go to Disneyland."

"That's my girl," he smiled and pressed another loving kiss to her forehead. "Now! We need a plan to stretch this out, keep them guessing long enough so they don't think I'm letting them get to me."

"Already taken care of," she turned to pick out a pasty for her dinner before getting up and collecting her bag and book. Now that she was back on the same page with her dad, she really should be heading to talk to her counselor about graduating early. A vacation sounded nice. Especially if she got to meet Mickey. "I figured you'd at least need them distracted for a while so I did a little B&E."

Her father stood to walk her to the door, "Go on."

"Nothing major. I just thought if we got them angry enough at each other, they might not be on their game enough to notice much. I got Sam's laptop to freeze on that one porn sight you seem to like so much."

He threw his head back to laugh, "Oh, that is classic! What else do you have planned?"

"Something with Dean's car for sure. I haven't decided yet."

"Text me the moment you do something. I wanna see the blowout for myself."

"Will do," she kissed his cheek and opened the door, pausing on the threshold, "Oh, one last thing. When you abduct Curtis, make the aliens slow dance with him."

He began laughing again.

"I'm thinking, The Lady in Red."

Her dad's alien abduction ploy had gone off amazingly. Curtis wasn't going to bother anyone anytime soon. Which was a huge relief to Henry, Piper's friend and Curtis's fraternity brother. Henry had had to survive pledge week with Curtis and was glad that the jock had finally gotten a taste of his own medicine. Piper could sympathize with that. The man-child wasn't her favorite person in the world either.

She had swung by casa Winchester on her way to meeting Henry, just to see what else she could do. She had decided to hold off on messing with the Impala, deciding Sam would have to be a lot angrier before he would go that far. So, she had to make him angrier. Easiest way to do that – steal the laptop. Or more like borrow. She had every intention to give it back after all this was over. While she was at it, she swiped a stack of folded bills with a shiny silver clip that had SW engraved on one side. Planting this at the car would help the prank seem real.

Evidence and computer now safely tucked in her bag, Piper trotted out of the room, feeling oddly proud of herself. She didn't often give in to the devious nature she'd inherited from her father, but when she did and she pulled off a prank, she always felt kind of fulfilled. A part of her would always be a little conniving, she supposed.

As she neared the spot where she was to meet Henry, she spotted him off to the side with two semi-familiar guys. They looked big, easily dwarfing poor Henry, with dark hair. She couldn't really tell much more until she drew closer. When recognition sparked in her brain, she slowed, not really willing to meet the Winchesters just yet. Especially when she had Sam's property in her school bag.

"Henry," she called from a few feet away, drawing the three guys' attention while making it clear she wasn't eavesdropping. Sam looked over and gave a polite smile which she willingly returned. She couldn't help but like the big guy. His brother, who was currently eyeing her like a piece of meat, however, she could do without.

"One sec," Henry called before turning back to the guys for a minute. They said their goodbyes, and with one last smile from Sam and a leer from Dean, they turned and left. Henry half-jogged up to her and she promptly linked arms with him, curling close as a sharp wind whipped around them. "Sorry about that."

"No problem. I just go here," she assured him. "Who were those guys, anyway? I've seen them around."

"Reporters," he said simply. "Asking about Curtis."

She snorted at the mention of the jock, "What did they wanna know?"

She felt him shrug, "Just if I thought what he said was true and what he's like. I told them he was nuts and a dick."

Piper laughed lightly and walked ahead of her friend into the library where they were tutoring. Her voice dropped to a whisper as they signed in at the front desk, "They were kinda cute, though."

Henry grinned, "I call dibs on the short, model-y one."

"Deal."

Her dad leaned around the corner to watch as Dean discovered the Impala with flat tires. Piper was leaning against the wall of the alley they were staking out, reading another Supernatural novel while her dad admired her handiwork. It hadn't been the most subtle of tricks, and really Dean was going to be furious (she kinda felt bad for Sam) but it would work as a very good distraction. At least until Bobby Singer showed up. They should have known the boys were going to call in the older hunter for this one. And once Bobby heard the full story, he'd easily put everything together. Piper gave it a day, two at the most before they worked it all out.

"Sam!" Dean's furious shout startled her momentarily. It had almost seemed like he was right by her. Dear God, that man was loud.

Her dad chuckled, moving to wrap an arm around her shoulders and squeeze her to his side, "That was priceless. I think you deserve a reward for that one."

"Cold Stone?"

"Sounds great."

They checked to make sure the elder Winchester had already stormed off before they made their way down the street to the ice cream parlor.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Piper murmured.

It had been a day, just like she thought, when her dad had called, warning her that they'd be leaving within the next twenty-four hours. She was to pack everything, put it in his apartment for magical transportation later, and meet him in one of the lecture halls. Ironically, it was the recently deceased professor's classroom. However it no longer looked quite right. A large round bed stood on the stage, complete with canopy and matching bedroom set. There was even a tacky lava lamp on a bedside table and a disco ball hanging over the bed. Stage lights hung above them, shining annoyingly colorful flashing lights everywhere and making her head hurt. Two conjured sluts were lounging on the bed, waiting for their cue, while Barry White played over the loudspeaker.

"Too much?" her dad grinned from beside the podium.

"For Dean?" she raised an eyebrow while stepping down the steps to the front. "Not at all. For any other normal human being? Very much so."

Her dad shrugged, "Oh well. It'll get the job done. You go sit in a corner and keep silent. I'll make sure to keep you hidden from them, but if you draw attention to yourself, it may break through the illusion."

She gave a mock salute, "Yes, sir."

In the far back left corner of the room, where she would be sufficiently hidden while still being able to see everything, she found a bag of popcorn and a soda waiting. It seemed her father was planning on serving up a little show for her. She plopped down in her designated seat, slumping down until she could drape her short legs over the back of the seat in front of her and settled her popcorn in her lap. Her dad had disappeared, preparing for a dramatic entrance no doubt.

One of the doors creaked open and Piper turned her head to see Dean walk in, his eyes wide in shock. Let the show begin. He slowly made his way down the steps, obviously unsure what to make of the display. His head kept whipping around, trying to spot the trickster, though his eyes were clearly drawn again and again to the scantily clad ladies on stage. He looked a bit dazed as he approached the women and Piper had to bite back a laugh.

The women began to crawl across the bed towards him as the brunette spoke, "We've been waiting for you, Dean."

"Y-you guys aren't real," Dean stammered as Piper snorted. Thankfully the man was too distracted to hear her.

"Trust me, sugar, it's gonna feel real," the brunette continued. It seemed the blonde couldn't speak.

Piper slapped her hand over her mouth to not burst out laughing. Seriously? Was that really necessary?

Dean stuttered wordlessly for a minute, sounding strangled.

"Come on," the blonde finally spoke. "Let us give you a massage."

"Wha…?" Dean shifted, fighting his instincts. "You know, I-I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Really, I am, but I'm gonna…have to…pass."

"They're a peace offering," her dad's voice rang out. Both she and Dean turned at the same time to see the man in his janitor's uniform, lounging in a seat in the middle of the second row, his feet propped up similar to his daughters. He lowered his feet as he continued, "I know what you and your brother do. I've been around a while," understatement of the year, "Run into your kind before."

"Well, then you know that I can't let you just keep hurting people," Dean countered arrogantly.

Piper didn't need to see her dad's face to know the scowl that had replaced the bright smile a second before he rolled his eyes with his whole head and smirked, "Come on. Those people got what was coming to them. Hoisted on their own petards. But you and Sam, I like you. I do. So treat yourself, long as you want. Just enough for me to move on to the next town." He whipped a candy bar out of his front pocket with a smile.

Dean shook his head, "Yeah, I don't think I can let you do that."

"I don't wanna hurt you," he said matter-of-factly as he unwrapped the chocolaty goodness. "And you know that I can."

"Look man, I gotta tell you, I dig your style. All right? I mean–" he glanced back at the girls with a grin, "I do, I mean…And the, uh, slow-dancing alien?"

The trickster threw his head back as he laughed, nodding encouragingly, "One of my personal favorites."

Piper smiled, mentally thanking them both for the praise of her idea.

"But, uh," Dean's smile dropped. "I can't let you go."

"Too bad. Like I said, I liked you. But Sam was right. You shouldn't have come alone."

Dean nodded, smirking ever-so-slightly, "Well, I'll agree with you there."

The sound of the doors opening had her dad turning. Even though they had planned it, set it up for this to happen, and there was no way for those flimsy sticks of wood to hurt her father, Piper still felt a shiver of fear at the sight of Sam and Bobby standing there, waiting to strike.

"That fight you guys had outside, that was a trick?" he asked like he hadn't already known.

Dean shrugged with a cocky little smile on his face.

"Hmm. Not bad."

The elder Winchester slowly pulled his own wooden stake from the inside of his coat.

"But you wanna see a real trick?" He grinned, pointing his candy bar to the side. Right on cue, a loud chainsaw noise fired up, startling Piper.

"A little warning next time," she whispered to herself, dropping her feet to the floor and leaning forward as fights broke out. Dean was being tossed around by the fake women, while her dad cheered. Sam and Bobby where trying their best not to get killed by the chainsaw guy from the Weekly World News or whatever magazine he came from. After a while, Piper got tired of watching them fight for their lives. She was never one for violence as entertainment. So instead she pulled out her phone to check how Henry was doing on his date with his lab partner. Honestly, that boy was probably going to be the one thing she missed about this school. But he'd promised to keep in touch.

"Dean," her dad's casual tone brought her back to what was happening in front of her. She could feel it. It was all almost over. He was standing now, looking over the front row of seats as Dean scrambled to his feet. She was so distracted by her father she almost missed Sam tossing his brother one of the stakes. "Dean, Dean, Dean. I did not wanna have to do this."

Piper turned away a half second before Dean plunged the stake into her father's chest. She just couldn't bear to watch that. Placing her hands over her ears as she squeezed her eyes shut, she blocked out all the noise from the room, feeling like a child again as tears leaked out of her eyes. A familiar arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into a warm comforting chest. She let her father rock her gently as she cried. Even if she knew it had all been fake, it had just been too much to handle.

Finally, she regained her composure enough to look up into her father's whiskey colored eyes. He smiled understandingly, rubbing her back in soothing circles.

"Never again," she sniffled.

"Promise."