I'm A Monster //A Supernatural FanFic ~S.W.~

Chapter 0

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Supernatural characters nor some of their lines, or some the plots I only own Aliya and any other unfamiliar character and the unfamiliar plots..
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The winchesters.
Lawrence, Kansas.
years ago.
Third POV

A beautiful woman, Mary Winchester, was wearing a silk-ish white night gown, carrying a little boy.
She took him to a dark room with a crib inside.
"Come on," she said with a warm smile, "let's say goodnight to your brother".
She turned on the lights, and a nursery became luminous. A baby was lying in a simple crib, and he was looking over at the woman carring her child.
Mary set down her son gently, and he leaned over the side of the crib, gently kissing his brother's forhead.
"Night Sam," the boy said softly.
Mary leaned over the crib gracefully, "goodnight, love".
She brushed her baby's _Sam_ hair back and kissed his forhead as gently as his brother did.
"Hey Dean," a deep voice by the door frame said.
Dean turned around, his face lighting like a Christmas tree, he rushed over to the man by the door frame screaming "daddy".
"Hey buddy!" The man half-heartly smiled while scooping Dean up.
Dean looked like the happiest kid alive,
"So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" Dean's father _John_ said.
Dean shook his small head, laughing, "No, Daddy".
John grinned a little, laughing, "no".
Mary passed John __who was holding Dean__
"You got him?" She asked making her way out of the room.
"I got him," John said, hugging Dean to his body, "Sweet dreams, Sam".

John carried little Dean out of his brother's room, flipping off the lights on his way out.
Little Sam watched them go, gurgling as he tries to reach his toes.

Little Sam watched as the baseball-themed mobile above his crib began to spin on its own, without even the touch of the gust.
Tick, tick.
The clock stopped.
The moon-shaped nightlight flickered.
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Lights flickering.
Lights flickering on a baby's monitor on a nightstand.
Strange noises were coming through the the device near Mary's and John's photo.
The noise made Mary stir in her bed a little and flickered on the night stand lights.
"John," she said sleepy, looking over the other side of the bed.
She was alone.
She got up.
She walked down the hall to little Sam's nursery.
She saw a silhouette, standing over Sam's crib.
Thinking it was John, she asked, "John? Is he hungry?".
The _thought so_ John's silhouette turned his head a little and shushed Marry.
"Alright," she shrugged, heading back down the hall.
Flickering lights.
She kept tapping at the light, frowning, till it stopped flickering.
She hummed a little and shrugged it off, but more flickering lights, coming from downstairs.
Mary was curious enough to investigate. The TV was flickering on, and John had fallen asleep in front of it.
She soon realized that if John was here___then who was upstairs?

She ran back upstairs screaming, "Sammy! Sammy!".
She rushed into Sam's nursery___ then comes to a halt.
She screamed.

Downstairs John woke up, by the piercing scream.

"Mary!" He shouted, jerking off his chair and running upstairs.
He busted the door of the nursery open.
"Mary!" He shouted once again.

The room is deadly quite, and Sam is inside his crib, wide awake. John looked around and pushed down the side of Sam's crib.

He smiled "Hey, Sammy. You okay?".
A dark drop.
A dark drop dripped down next to Sam, and John touched it with the tip of his finger, just as a couple more drops fell down, on the back of his hand. It looked like blood, It was blood. John looked up quickly.
Seeing his worst nightmare, Mary.
Mary was sprawled across the ceiling. Her stomach, her beautiful silk nightgown, was soaked with blood. She was staring down at John, exhaling sharp breaths, struggling to breathe. John collapsed.
He kept his deadly stare at Mary.
"No! Mary!" He shouted, his voice breaking.
That's when flames bursted. Everywhere.
Mary bursted into flames.
John was frozen as ice, kepping his deadly stare at the ceiling as Sam was wailing.
John snapped out of it, got up and collected Sam out of his crib, and scrambled out of the room..

Dean was awake, "Daddy?".
But instead of receiving an answer, John shoved Sam at Dean, shouting, "Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!".

Dean obeyed as he turned and ran quickly. While John returned back to the nursery..
"Mary!"
But it was too late, the room was on fire and Mary couldn't even be seen..

But not only The Winchesters were going through hell..