Fallen Angel. (A Supernatural Story)

Chapter 1: The Beginning [RE-EDITED]

     It is nearing midnight when a small girl is startled awake by a noise coming from her baby brother's room next door.  She tries to set up in bed but can't because of the tight hold her twin brother has on her.  She pokes him in the side, "Let go, Dean."  A tiny snore escapes the sleeping blonde boy's mouth but he doesn't release his grip.  This time she smacks him, "I said let go, booger-breath."

    The little boy, Dean, grunts in pain and releases her.  She climbs out of bed, her strawberry-blonde hair a tangled mess, and starts to walk to the bedroom door.  She suddenly stops and turns around, returning to the bed she just vacated.  She picks up a stuffed angel doll that has short blonde hair, hot pink, glittery wings, and a scowl on his face.  "You're coming with me, Mr. Grumpy."

    She turns back around and leaves her and Dean's room.  She then begins to make her way to her baby brother's room.  When she enters the room the first thing she sees is a strange man standing over her little brother.  "Who are you?  What are you doing to Sammy?"

    The man turns around and his yellow eyes lock onto her emerald green ones.  "Well, hello princess.  Why are you up at this hour?"

    As he takes a step towards her, she takes a step back clutching Mr. Grumpy tighter.  "What did you do to Sammy?"

    The man with the yellow eyes smirks at her then crouches down so that he is at eye level with the four-year-old.  "I made him special, just like you're special."

    "Sammy!"  A woman shouts and a moment later a beautiful blonde-haired woman appears in the doorway of the nursery.  Her eyes land on the man and she quickly pushes the little girl behind her.  "Jean, go back to your room and stay there."

    As the little girl turns to go, the yellow-eyed man says, "Bye-bye, princess.  See you in about twenty-two years."

    When Jean is halfway back to her and Dean’s room she hears her mother scream and runs back to the nursery.  She freezes just over the threshold of the room and stares up at the ceiling above Sam’s crib in shock.  Pinned to the ceiling is her mother, who is gasping in pain with blood staining her nightgown over her stomach.  Jean stumbles farther away until her back presses against the open door.

    "Mary!"  A man shouts from downstairs and a moment later a dark-haired man bursts into the room.  He sighs in relief when he sees that his youngest child is fine.  He walks over to the crib and looks inside.  He then looks over his shoulder at his seemingly paralyzed daughter; she is just standing still, eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling.  "Jeanie, what's wrong?"  A dripping sound turns the man's attention back to Sam's crib; where he sees a drop of dark red liquid land on the sheet beside Sam's head.

    The man reaches down to touch the drop of thick liquid and another drop lands on the back of his hand.  He looks up and immediately collapses to the ground from the shock of seeing his wife on the ceiling.  "No!  Mary!"  Without warning, flames erupt from behind Mary and quickly engulf her body.  The man can only watch, horror-struck, as the fire consumes his beloved wife and spreads to other parts of the nursery.

    Baby Sam begins to wail in fright which snaps the man out of his stupor.  He quickly gets to his feet and picks up Sam from his crib.  He turns towards the door and sees that his daughter is still frozen in terror.  He ushers her out of the door ahead of him and she obeys.

    As soon as they enter the hallway, the little blonde-haired boy shouts "Daddy!"  The man runs to his oldest child Dean, who is now fully awake and hands him Sam.

    "Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can.  Don't look back!  Jean go with Dean.  Now, you two, go!"  Dean and Jean take off running through the house and they don't stop until they're outside.