Dean Winchester x reader

part 7

Lawrence, Kansas
22 years ago.

Crickets chirp. A large deciduous tree with no leaves stands outside one of several suburban homes.

A woman, Mary Winchester, wearing a white nightgown, carries two small children, her son and daughter Dean and Y/N into a dark room.

"Come on, let's say good night to your brother."

Mary turns on the lights: it's the nursery of a baby Sam, who is lying in his crib and looking over at them. Mary sets Dean and Y/N down. First Dean leans over the side of the crib and kisses Sam on the forehead. Then Y/N does the same.
"'Night, Sam." "Night, Sammy"
Mary leans over Sam as well.
"Good night, love."

Mary brushes Sam's hair back and kisses his forehead.
"Hey, Dean,Y/N"

Dean and Y/N turn. The man in the doorway wearing a USMC T-shirt is John. Dean and Y/N  rush over to him.

"Daddy!"
"Hey, buddy, sweetie"

John scoops them up.
"So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean and Y/N shake their heads, laughing.
"No, Daddy."

John laughs.
"No."

Mary passes John,Dean and Y/N on the way out of the room.
"You got them?"
"I got them."

John hugs Dean and Y/N closer.
"Sweet dreams, Sam."

John carries Dean and Y/N out of the room, flipping off the lights. Sam watches them go, gurgling, then tries to reach his toes.

The baseball-themed mobile above Sam's crib begins to spin on its own while Sam watches. The transportation-themed clock on the wall ticks, ticks, stops. The moon-shaped night light flickers.

Lights flicker on a baby monitor sitting on a nightstand next to a photo of Mary and John. Strange noises come through the monitor. Mary, asleep in bed, stirs. She turns on the light on the nightstand.
"John?"

Mary turns: she's alone. She gets up.

Mary walks down the hall to Sam's nursery. John, seen only in silhouette, stands over Sam's crib.
"John? Is he hungry?"

John turns his head.
"Shhh."
"All right."

Mary heads back down the hallway. The light by the stairs is flickering. Mary frowns and goes to tap at it till the light steadies.
"Hm."

More flickering light is coming from downstairs: Mary investigates. A war movie is on TV and John has fallen asleep watching it. If John is here, Mary realizes, then the man upstairs cannot be John and must be a danger. She runs back upstairs.
"Sammy! Sammy!"

Mary enters Sam's nursery and stops short.

Upstairs, Mary screams. John wakes up.
"Mary?"

John scrambles out of the chair.
"Mary!"

John runs upstairs.

John bursts through the closed door of the nursery.
"Mary."

The room is quiet and appears empty except for Sam awake in his crib and John. John glances around and pushes down the side of Sam's crib.
"Hey, Sammy. You okay?"

Something dark drips next to Sam. John touches it. Two more drops land on the back of John's hand. It looks like blood. John looks up. Mary is sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown red with blood, staring at John and struggling to breathe. John collapses onto the floor, staring at Mary.
"No! Mary!"

Mary bursts into flames. The fire spreads over the ceiling. John stares, frozen. Sam wails. John, reminded he's not alone, gets up and scoops Sam out of his crib and rushes out of the room.
Dean and Y/N are awake and are coming to investigate.
"Daddy!"