Here is the prologue that I know you all secretly wanted...Because I love Frozen Heart so goddamn much and it does not get nearly enough. And also I can't write anything else until I finish this. Enjoy! Sorry if they're OOC, I just had this they'd be a hunting team in my universe. Also, happy birthday to my fire moose king, Sam Winchester!

Fire.

Hot, bright, blazing fire. Blue flames, white-hot flames, goldenorangeyellowred flames, arching up to lick the sky.

It was midnight in Lawrence, in the kingdom of Kansas, the morning of their hunting festival. The king and queen had to be at their castle by the evening for the feast, but now it was simply the endless woods and the hunters who'd known each other for ages. King John Winchester, Queen Mary Winchester, and their two hunting companions, Bobby the stableman, and Lady Ellen Harvelle had eaten their breakfast at the time the rest of the kingdom was eating dinner. Then, they had loaded up with enough weapons to take down an entire army of demons and traveled into the woods. Within a few hours, they'd run into their first demon pack and taken them out with barely an injury.

"I can't see a thing." Bobby grumbled. "Is there any form of lighting besides lanterns that we could use to improve visibility?"

Queen Mary brushed a blood-streaked lock of hair out of her face and shot Bobby a quick smile.

"I think I have an idea. Pile up the corpses."

King John touched the torch to the pile of dead demons, which quickly erupted into with an intensity that illuminated the dark forest.

"It's called a demon blaze. It'll burn cleanly and the ashes will blow through the forest and help keep the kingdom safe. My mother taught it to me when she learned I was hunting. I used it to protect our home."

Ellen held her hands over the fire.

"It's beautiful."

Born of spark and friction blaze

and passion bright combining.
This fiery force both foul and fair
has an ashen heart worth lighting.

Bobby glanced over his shoulder.

"Does anyone else feel like we're being watched?"

"Hello, kids!"

A yellow eyed man jumped into the clearing, unsheathing a knife as long as Mary's forearm.

"Pretty fire. But it won't stop me."

John whipped out her own knife, tossing her second one to Bobby.

"Let's test that theory."

Ellen grabbed his arm.

"Be careful. That's Azazel. He's one of the most dangerous demons out there."

John smirked.

"We can take him."

Azazel whistled and eight other demons sprung out of the trees. Mary shot her husband a bitch face that her son would one day inherit, and he sighed.

"They probably saw the fire." Bobby muttered.

"Right." Mary pulled out her own knife. "This is why I don't usually suggest using demon blazes in the middle of an infested forest. Back to back, everyone."

So light up the fire, warm and bright.
Love and fear and you'll last the night.
See the beauty, vivid and clear
Brilliant flames to start
And light the ashen heart

And, once again, they were battling the demons. It took precision. One misstep, one slip of the knife, could mean disaster. But this is what they lived for.

Duck! Woah!

Watch your step!

Let it go!

Duck! Woah!

Watch your step!

Let it go!

But the best part of fighting is that they could work as a team. The rhythm that four people can have together as they move, almost like dancers, it was known to bring people together more than anything else. There was a reason why they had a hunting festival every five years. It brought the town together.

Mary stabbed a demon that was about to grab John.

Beautiful!

Ellen jumped over the fire, dodging Azazel's knife and elbowing him in the face

Powerful!

Bobby studied Ellen and fired one of his handguns into the head of another demon

Dangerous!

John caught the handgun that Mary threw to him and shot at Azazel, who dodged.

Hot!

Fire has a magic
that we do not
Stronger than one, stronger than a dozen,
stronger than a hundred hunters!

Azazel straightened up, a mocking smile on his face.

"Was that supposed to kill me?"

John smirked.

"Well, yes. But I suppose that would be too easy."

Mary stabbed Azazel from behind, and he froze in shock. That was all John needed. He fired one shot into the yellow-eyed demon's head. Azazel fell to the ground, a shocked look on his face.

"Did I forget to mention it was my Colt? Oh…whoops."

Mary laughed.

Born of spark and friction blaze

and passion bright combining.
This fiery force both foul and fair
has an ashen heart worth lighting.

They returned that afternoon, smeared with ash and blood but fully satisfied. Bobby returned to the stables, Ellen to her daughter, John to check on the feast preparations, and Mary to find her two sons, who were being watched by a local teenager.

"How are they, Gabe?"

"Fine, your Majesty. I hope you don't mind, I brought my little brother with me. I thought he could play with Dean."

"No problem."

A dark haired little boy in a too-big tan coat poked his head out from behind Gabriel's legs.

"We should probably be heading home."

Gabe picked up his little brother.

"Say goodbye to Sam and Dean, Cassie."

Cas waved cheerfully.

"Bye-bye!"

Dean waved back. Sam was asleep on the couch. Gabe ruffled his hair.

"See ya, Sammy."

Mary watched him leave and then scooped up Sam.

"Come on, boys. Let's get you to bed."

So light up the fire, warm and bright.
Love and fear and you'll last the night.
See the beauty, vivid and clear
Brilliant flames to start
Beware the ashen heart…