𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 || Supernatural

PROLOUGE

( Lawrence, Kansas ; 17 years ago)

"𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑," Mary Winchester told her two sons, a five year old Sam and a nine year old Dean, as she held them in both arms.

Charlotte Winchester wriggled around in her crib, struggling as she was wrapped in a white blanket. Mary put down the two boys, watching as they rushed over to their two month old sister.

"Night Charlotte," Dean sweetly said, leaning over the crib and giving her a kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Night, night," Sam also said, doing the same as his elder brother had done.

Their Mother slowly walked towards them, reaching a soft hand over the crib and stroking her daughter's head. "Goodnight, love," she gently said, also pecking a kiss on her head.

"Hey, boys," a deeper male voice came from behind them.

"Daddy!" the two boys said loudly, running towards him and jumping into his two large arms.

"What do you guys think? Charlotte is ready to toss around a football?" John jokingly asked them.

"No, Daddy," Dean and Sam laughed, shaking their heads.

"No?" their Dad also laughed out.

"You got them?" Mary asked her husband as she walked them, 'them' meaning the boys.

"I got them." The man held on tighter to the two boys as they wrapped their arms around his shoulders, burrowing their heads in his neck. "Sweet dreams, Charlotte." He turned the light off, leaving the cooing baby and taking Dean and Sam to their beds.

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Mary Winchester woke up to the cries of her middle child, Sam. She fluttered her eyes open tiredly, flicking her lamp on.

"John?" she raspily asked, pushing her thick, blonde hair out of her face. Getting no response, she exhaustedly breathed out, turning around to see John was not beside her.

The woman steadily got out of bed, her white nightgown flowing behind her. As she approached the room, she saw the dark silhouette of her husband standing over Sam's bed.

"John, is he having more nightmares?" she asked from the door frame.

"Shh," John quietly whispered.

Mary frowned. "Okay."

She rubbed her eyes, walking away. As she walked to her room, she noticed the light bulb flickering. Curiously, she walked towards it, flicking it harshly several times with her finger. Eventually, it stopped.

The sound of the TV downstairs distracted her once more. She frowned again, making her way down the stairs. Halfway down them, she peered her head down. Her husband lay asleep on the sofa, snoring.

Her heart instantly dropped. "Oh, my God," she said, her voice trembling. She hurriedly ran up the stairs. "Sammy. Sammy!"

Mary got to the open door of Sam's room. She immediately let out a piercing scream that echoed across the house.

John instantly awoke. "Mary?" he mumbled. "Mary!" he shouted, also running up the stairs.

He slammed Sam's now shut door open. He exhaled shakily in relief when he saw it was just Sam laying in his bed, asleep again. John strolled up to the boys bed, watching his five year old son in adoration.

But his face scrunched up when he saw something red dropping onto the boys bed. He placed his hand towards it. As he did so, another few drops landed onto his hand. He hesitantly looked up.

The man gasped loudly. Mary was held like glue to the ceiling, her stomach sliced, causing blood to circle all around her torso. Her face was pale, her open wide eyes bloodshot.

John stumbled backwards in shock. "Mary!" he yelled.

Suddenly, her body set on pure orange flames. Sam's eyes flew open, instantly screaming at the sight. The fire started to spread quickly across the ceilling. John grabbed his sons hand, leading him out to the hallway.

He quickly ran into his daughters room, scooping her up and rushing back to the hallway. Dean ran towards them with a puzzled, yet scared, face.

"Daddy!" the eldest child yelled.

"Take Sam and Charlotte outside as fast as you can!" John rapidly told the boy, handing him his sister. "Don't look back! Now, Dean! Go!"

Without questioning his Father, Dean ran outside with his sister in one arm, and dragging Sam out with the other one. As soon as they got outside, Dean watched Sams inflamed bedroom window with terror.

John suddenly ran behind them, lifting his children and carrying them further away from the house. Just as they did, the window exploded into flames.

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AMBULANCES, FIRE TRUCKS AND POLICE CARS CIRCLED THE DYING HOUSE. The firemen swiftly tried putting out the fire, aiming the hose through the smashed window. Neighbours watched in terrror at the house next to theirs. The firemen pushed them away, ordering them to stay back.

John Winchester sat on the hood of a Police car, his arms firmly wrapped around his children. His eyes were filled with despair and rage.

He was going to find whatever had done this to his wife, and he wasn't going to stop until it was dead.