Where You Are

November 2, 1983

Lawrence, Kansas

Dean joined his mother in Sam's nursery, unknowingly being watched by a young woman who had taken it upon herself to watch over the family.

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

Mary turned on the lights to reveal a six-month-old baby boy with brown hair. The boy looked at his mother and brother. Dean leaned over the side of the crib.

"Night, Sam," Dean said.

Mary leaned over her youngest son. "Good night, love." She brushed Sam's hair back and kissed his forehead.

"Hey, Dean," a man greeted.

Dean turned and rushed over to the man. "Daddy!"

"Hey, buddy." John picked Dean up. "So, what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean shook his head and laughed. "No, Daddy."

John grinned. "No."

Mary passed John and Dean on her way out of the room. "You got him?"

"I got him." John hugged Dean closer. "Sweet dreams, Sam."

Sam watched them go with a gurgle before trying to reach his toes.

The baseball-themed night-light near Sam's crib began to flicker while Sam watched.

In the master bedroom, lights flickered on the baby monitor sitting on the nightstand next to a photo of Mary and John. Strange noises came faintly from Sam's nursery and could be heard in Sam's baby monitor. Mary, asleep in bed, stirred. She turned on the light on the nightstand.

"John?" She glanced over to see he was gone and got up.

Mary made her way to Sam's nursery.

"John? Is he hungry?" Mary asked.

'John' shook his head. "Shh."

"All right."

Mary headed back down the hallway. The light by the stairs was flickering. She frowned at tapped at it until the light steadied. "Hm."

She noticed more flickering light from downstairs and went to investigate. A war movie was on TV and John was asleep in the Lay-Z-Boy chair in front of the TV. Her eyes widened.

"Sammy! Sammy!" She ran up the stairs to Sam's nursery.

Mary stopped short upon entering Sam's nursery and screamed.

John woke up. "Mary?" He scrambled out of the chair. "Mary!" He ran upstairs.

John burst into Sam's nursery. "Mary."

The room was quiet and empty except for Sam awake in his crib. hugging his knees to his chest. The woman was watching Sam with a solemn expression. She wanted to help the family, but was told not to interfere.

"Hey, Sammy. You okay?" John asked.

Something dark dripped next to Sam and John touched it. Two more drops landed on the back of John's hand. It looked like blood. He looked up to see Mary sprawled on the ceiling. The stomach of her nightgown was red with blood and she stared at John as she struggled to breathe.

John collapsed on the floor, staring at his wife. "No! Mary!"

Mary burst into flames. The fire spread over the ceiling. John stared, frozen. Sam wailed. John, suddenly reminded he wasn't alone, got up and scooped Sam from his crib and rushed from the room.

Dean was awake and coming to investigate. "Daddy!"

John pushed Sam towards Dean and said, "Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!"

Dean turned and ran.

John turned back to the nursery. "Mary!"

The entire room was engulfed in flames and Mary could barely be seen.

"No!"

Dean ran outside, holding Sam. "It's okay, Sam."

He looked up at Sam's window, which was lit with golden flames.

Dean looked up as a woman knelt in front of him. "It'll be okay, little ones."

"Is our mom okay?" Dean asked.

She shook her head. "I'm afraid not."

"Would you be like a mom to us?"

"You and I are foreseen to be something else, Dean. But I'll keep an eye on you and Sam, okay?"

He nodded. "Okay. What are we supposed to be?"

"You'll find out in time. I wish you the best of luck, Dean."

She disappeared from view and Dean looked around for her, wondering what she'd meant.

John ran outside and scooped up his boys, carrying them away. "I gotcha."

Fire exploded from Sam's bedroom window.

The Lawrence Fire Department arrived. A firefighter got out of a fire truck and took over at the gauges for another firefighter.

"I got it," the firefighter said. "You go hold the line up."

The second firefighter went to the back of the truck and took a hose from a third firefighter. He took the hose towards the house where a fourth firefighter was spraying through Sam's nursery window. A paramedic opened the back of an ambulance.

A police officer waved some neighbors back. "Stay back. You have to stay back."

Across the street from the house, John and Dean sat on the hood of John's Impala, John holding Sam.

John silently looked up at the remnants of the fire as he held his son.