Supernatural Rewrite (DeanxReader) ON HOLD

Pilot

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Prologue

*Lawrence, Kansas

22 Years Ago*

"Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother." Mary says walking into the room holding Dean and I, before setting us down. She then shifts slightly and turns the light on. Dean walks over to Sam first and hops up onto the side of the crib, looking down at Sam.

"Good night, Sam." He says and leans down, kissing his forehead.

I waddle my way over to them and Dean helps me up so I can say goodnight. I smile at him and kiss his cheek. "Night, Sammy!" I exclaim happily. I look over at Dean and we smile at each other.

Mary walks over behind us, putting her arm around us as she leans down. "Good night, love." Rubbing his head gently and then placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Hey, Dean." John, calls from the door, smiling at us.

"Daddy!" Dean says running over to him.

"Hey, buddy." John bends down and picks him up. "What do you think? Do you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean shakes his head giggling. "No, daddy."

Mary and I walk over to them. "You got them?" She asks with a hand on Dean's back.

"I got them." John says, as he picks me up with his other hand.

John hugs us both and looks at Sam, sighing in content. "Sweet dreams, Sam." John asks Dean to turn off the light since his hands are full and walks out of the room, heading to Dean's.

The mobile above Sam's crib starts moving on its own, time stops, and the lights flicker around the room.

In John and Mary's room, the baby monitor is going off with Sam crying and static. Mary stirs and then turns on the light sleepily. "John?" She asks, looking over to find his spot empty. She gets up and heads over to Sam's room yawning as she is half asleep. She walks into his room seeing a figure she assumes to be John standing over the crib. "John, is he hungry?" She asks, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

The figure doesn't look back and holds up a finger. "Shh!"

"Okay." Mary says, and walks out of the room. She almost steps into her room and then sees a light at the end of the hall flickering. She walks over to it and taps it a few times before it goes back to normal. "Hmm." She looks at it weirdly, before glancing at the stairs as she hears the television on downstairs. She walks down the stairs slowly and then looks around the corner to see John snoring in the recliner with the television on. Mary gets a look of realization on her face and bounds up the stairs. "Sammy!" She hurries down the hall into Sam's room. She stops once she's in the middle of his room, looking at the person who broke into the room.

John startles awake as he hears Mary scream. He yells "Mary!" Before stumbling up the stairs to the room. He bursts inside and sees no one in there but Sam awake. He walks over to Sam and lowers the side of the crib, looking down at him. "Hey, Sammy. Okay." Something wet falls into the crib and John touches it with his finger; more falls onto his hand, revealing it to be blood. He glances up at the ceiling to see Mary dead. John falls down onto the ground, not believing his eyes. "No! Mary!" He yells in despair. At that second the ceiling bursts into flames, engulfing Mary and Sam starts crying. John picks up Sam and runs out of the room. Dean and I stand outside his room, wondering what's going on.