Winchester Memories

Pilot

Sam and Dean woke up in a daze on the yard of a small house. It was the middle of the night, and pitch black, but Dean seemed to know exactly where they were.

"Damnit!" Dean screamed, "That son of a BITCH!"

"Dean, what is this place? It looks... familiar," Sam said, turning around and looking at the tiny neighbourhood.

Dean just looked at him sadly, and walked up to the porch.

"Is this TV land?" Sam asked, following Dean.

"No, Sam. I think these are our memories," Dean said, inspecting the railings on porch.

"But I don't remember this," Sam said, confused.

Dean sighed, "It's our old house, Sammy. I don't know why the Trickster put us here, but I do know what we have to do."

"I know, we have to 'play our roles'. But if we're in the past from the future won't we change the future if we change the past?"

Dean just stared at him. "What?"

Just then, a yell erupted from the house

"MARY!"

Flames engulfed the roof and smoke billowed into the cold night.

Sam made a move to go inside, but Dean shoved him back.

"We have to save Mom!" Sam whisper-screamed.

"We can't change the past, Sammy!" Dean whisper-screamed back, "If we save mom, she won't be dead! A lot of people could die 'cause we'd never become hunters! If we save Mom our whole present day life will be changed and that's just what the Trickster wants, Sammy! The last thing we want to do is let him get what he wants. Even if I have to watch this all over again."

A small boy carrying a baby hurried out of the house, only to both be scooped up by their father who sprinted to the road.

Seconds later, the house exploded, with their mother still inside.

~*~

The fire department had shown up to late. She was dead.

John sat with the boys on the street, trying to make them feel better. Trying to stay strong. It looked like he was wondering why she had been on the ceiling, but in the inside, he knew exactly what it was.

Sam and Dean head snuck behind the police line with the other spectators, watching the E.M.T.'s drag out a gurney covered in a sheet.

"I- I don't understand. How could we play our roles if we were spectators? He made us watch that. Again." Sam said, choking up.

"He wants to make us suffer," Dean said, his voice thick with anger, "He wants to break us," he snarled, clenching his fists.

Dean scanned the crowd. Watching him intently was a small, honey haired man sucking on a lollipop.

The man man smirked at him, then snapped his fingers.

And everything was black again.