𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 (𝐀 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥)

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

Summary: After the fire at the L/N house. F/N has taken John and his boys along with his baby girl to his safe-house in Texas after the tragic passing of their wives, after witnessing his wife pinned to the ceiling the way John told him Mary was when she passed, he was devastated to know that his wife was right when she told him that Mary's passing was not just an accident.

Y/N is 6 months old and Sam is 9 months old while Dean is 4 years old.

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Third Person POV

Late the previous night, the L/N family suffered a tragic loss. M/N had died in a house fire, the exact way Dean lost his mother.

The two families were now a house F/N owned in Texas. In the months Mary had passed, the Winchester family was staying at the L/N residence, they gracious took them in having lost a dear friend that night, only for tragedy to strike again, this time claiming the life of yet another mother.

Little Dean had his ear pressed to the bedroom door when he heard the sound of glass shattering against the wall. His father ushered him into with his little brother and y/n, so him and f/n could have a private talk.

"That's not possible!" John's voice boomed through the house after the shattering of the glass.

"Why would I lie to you, John?! Do you think I wish it were true?!" F/N defended, tears welling up in his eyes, the wound of losing his wife still fresh.

"You kept this from me for months- no- YEARS! I know what I saw and I prayed to God it wasn't true and now you're telling me that you, M/N and...Mary were h-hunters?! And m/n was a psychic?!" John shouted back, fumbling from the logic of how any of this could be real.

"You have to believe me. M/N told me that something wasn't right with Mary's death and I should've listened. And now she's gone too, I wouldn't lie to you about you this, I swear on my baby that I'm not making any of this up!" F/N pleads with John.

The sound of another glass being thrown into the wall woke up a sleeping y/n, her wails and cries echoed through the room. Dean shot up from the floor, rushing over to her. "No, no, no y/n/n. It's okay. I've got you" Dean cooed softly, taking her into his tiny arms. He rocked her from side to side but her crying didn't ease.

"I know. I miss her too" Dean croaked, sniffling back his own tears. It's only been one night and he already misses everything about m/n. The way she would bake pie for him, he grew his love for it thanks to her. She would sneak him it on occasion whenever his mom asked her to baby sit before having y/n. Mary learnt about her son's love for pie and graciously indulged in it with him.

His wounds were still fresh from losing his mother and now his aunt. He couldn't fathom in his little mind what is going on and why his uncle is saying something about his aunt and him being this thing called hunters. It made no sense but his priority right now was to take care of Sammy and y/n/n.

Sam started to cry along with y/n, having been woken up by her wails. "Not you too Sammy" Dean sighed, putting y/n down before rushing over to the other side of the bed that Sam was on. He gently picked up his baby brother, cradling his head before walking him over to lay him next to y/n. Dean tried everything to stop their crying but they wouldn't let up.

That was until he started making funny faces. He stuck his tongue out, stretched his lips, sucked his cheeks in, crossed his eyes until y/n was in a fit of giggles. Dean giggled along with her, this being the first time since his moms death he's had a genuine smile on his face from little y/n's laughing. Sam was still crying however but unconsciously, y/n's tiny fist balled up and smacked Sammy right in his shoulder.

Sam's wailing holts, only to receive another smack in his shoulder from y/n. Sam instantly started to giggle along with them. Deans jaw dropped when he heard the giggle escape his little brothers throat, "You made him laugh, good job y/n/n!" Dean clapped happily as his brother and y/n giggled together. Since his moms death, Sam was always quiet. He didn't cry much, but y/n sure did. That girl had a set of lungs on her, the whole state would hear.

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Downstairs, sat at the dining room table was John and F/N. They both threw their heads back as they downed their third glass of whiskey. The last two, having been broken in a blinding rage by John.

The silence was defeating between the two compadres, John now knowing the truth about what goes bump in the night. "So you and M/N....you guys hunted these things together? And Mary knew about it too?" John croaks out.

F/N nods, "Yes, Mary was like us. She was a hunter too, but we left it all behind to be happy. To have our families, Mary didn't tell you because she wanted to protect you even though I begged her to. To prepare you, but she wanted you to know nothing about it because she wanted you safe" He explains, his tone pained.

"So why are you telling me now?" John grits his teeth at F/N. "Because that THING is not gonna get away with taking my wife from me, and I know damn well you ain't gonna let that happen too" F/N retorts back, his tone filled with vengeance.

John remains silent for a second, the images of his beloved Mary pinned to that wall while F/N's mind was stuck on M/N's gut wrenching screams.

The guilt was riding F/N's chest, his heart aches for his angel. His wife told him what she felt, she told him something wasn't right about Mary's untimely death. She had no idea what presence she felt at that house but it wasn't pleasant, that's for sure.

He should've listened, is what he keeps telling himself. Had his listened, his wife would've probably still been with him here today giving a disheveled John 'the talk'.

John's grip tightened around his glass, his eyes trained on the whiskey settling. He raised it towards f/n enraged grief-stricken eyes, "I'm in" John snarls, his tone filled with rage. F/N's expression mimics John's as they toast.

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F/N pushed open the door, his face drenched with tears. It slightly brightened up when he saw Dean sat at the bed playing with Sammy and y/n/n. "How's my baby doing?" F/N cooed, sniffling back tears as he picked up his baby girl.

"I made her laugh Uncle F/N. See" Dean pointed excitedly, a bright smile on his face. F/N sniffles, a weak chuckle leaving his throat. "Yeah. Good job, buddy" He gave him a small smile, ruffling Dean's overgrown head of blonde hair.

"Woah, we gotta get you a haircut, champ" F/N snorts through a tearstained face as Dean fixes his hair. John barged into the room, stopping in tracks when he saw Sammy with a huge grin on his face. "Hey, Dean. You wanna learn how to feed them?" John asks his elder son quietly.

Dean nods excitedly before following John into the kitchen to make bottles with his dad for Sammy and y/n/n. Not before laying a kiss on his little brothers forehead and then y/n's, who's toothless smile brightened.

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Authors Note: I've been thinking of doing this for an whileeee and now it's finally happening!!

It might be all about the place, different ages and whatnot. But I'll fix it up in time.

Updates on this one are gonna be wayyyyy slower; just so you know.

Hope its what you were expecting and I truly hope you enjoy. Thank you loves!🥰

Xoxo