Winchester Sister

1.1 - Pilot

Lawrence, Kansas
22 Years Ago

A young, blonde mother carried her son through her quiet house, a loving smile on her face. 

"Come on, lets say goodnight to your brother and sister," she put the boy down, letting him go over to the cribs first. 

"Goodnight Sam, goodnight Angel," the young boy leaned over the cribs, gently kissing the foreheads of the little boy and little girl that laid in them, side by side.

"Goodnight, loves," The soft voice of the blonde woman was comforting and warm as she too leaned over the cribs, repeating the action of kissing the babies' foreheads. 

Soon, the children's parents were off to sleep, along with the young boy, while the babies were left in their cribs. 

...

It was still nighttime when Mary Winchester awoke to the sound of one of the babies fussing in the nursery. She stretched and turned the lamp next to her on, turning to look for her husband. 

"John?"

Her brow furrowed, realizing he wasn't in bed. 

Stretching once more, Mary stood and made her way to the nursery, her quiet footsteps padding along the cold floor. When she got there, a male figure was leaning over the cribs, holding baby Sam in his arms. 

"John? Is he hungry?"

"Shh..." 

Mary shrugged, eyebrows raising as her husband quieted her. "Okay." She turned on her heel, walking back to her room when a flickering light caught her eye. By the time she reached it, it stopped on it's own, making her grumble in confusion. Before she could turn to go to her original destination - her and John's bedroom - she started to hear noises from downstairs. 

The T.V. had been left on. 

And John was downstairs, snoring away in the lounge chair. 

"Oh my God," Mary filled with dread, sprinting back up the stairs and to the nursery. 

"Sammy! Angelica!"

Mary's abrupt scream woke John up, startling him out of his deep sleep. "Mary? Mary!" He ran up the stairs, yelling for his wife, who had fallen silent. 

He swung the nursery door open with a yell, only to find...

The babies were laying peacefully in their cribs, little Sammy cooing while Angelica yawned, still asleep. 

"Hey Sammy," John approached the little boy's crib, smiling down at him. 

There was a drop of red next to the baby's head on the pillow. 

John reached out, touching the red dot with his finger, only for 3 more drops to fall on his hand. Confused, he looked up to meet the eyes of his pale wife, pinned to the ceiling with her abdomen coated in the same sticky red substance. 

Blood. 

John fell back in horror, calling for his wife, but she wasn't able to answer. Instead, Mary's body burst into flames which quickly started spreading throughout the house.

Both babies were now awake and crying, the heat too much for their small bodies to handle. 

"Daddy!" The young boy, Dean Winchester stood in the hall, having been woken up by his parents' yelling. 

John grabbed Sam and handed him to Dean, making sure he was securely wrapped in his blanket. "Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now, Dean, go!"