Skin (Supernatural Book 1)

Pilot

When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
****************************************

3rd P.O.V

Lawrence, Kansas 22 years ago

"Come on, let's say good night to your brother." Mary Winchester told her eldest son.

She turned on the light in the nursery so her 4 year old son could see what he was doing. The little boy walked up to the crib where a 6 month old baby was laying down.

"Night, Sam." He said, bending down and giving his brother a kiss on the forehead.

"Good night, love." Mary said, also giving a kiss to Sam's forehead.

"Hey, Dean." A voice said.

Dean turned around and saw his dad looking at him with a big smile on his face.

"Daddy!" Dean exclaimed, running in his father's arms.

"Hey, buddy." John Winchester said, picking his son up. "So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

"No, daddy." Dean denied, shaking his head.

Mary walked up to her hsband and ran a hand on his arm.

"You got him?" She asked.

"I got him." John replied as Dean leaned into him.

John passed a hand trough Dean's hair as he stared at his youngest.

"Sweet dreams, Sam." He murmured, before walking out and closig the light.

Later that night, Mary woke up to the sound of crying from the baby monitor. She sat up, opened the light and rubbed her eyes.

"John?" She asked, thinking he was next to her.

When she realized that he wasn't, she sighed and got up, making her way to Sam's room. When she arrived, she saw that the light was already opened and that John was standing right in front of the crib.

"John? Is he hungry?" Mary asked sleepily.

"Shhh." John shushed her.

"Okay." She said and started to walk away.

As she walked in the corridor, she heard voices that seemed to come from the television downstairs. Shee went to check it out as she remembered John being in the nursery with little Sam. Once in the living room, what she saw made her blood run cold. John was there. Asleep.

"Oh my god." Mary gasped and ran up the stairs.

"Sammy! Sammy!" She called out.

She arrived in the room and stopped at once. Looking in front of her in fear.

John shot awake as he heard his wife's screams.

"Mary? Mary!" He called, running up the stairs.

He burst inside of Sam's nursery, but saw that everything was calm. He looked around until he heard his son cooing.

"Hey, Sammy. You okay?" He quietly asked even if he knew he wouldn't get a response.

As he was smiling down at his son, a drop of red liquid fell down in the crib, right next to Sam's face. As he reached out to touch it, more of the liquid fell on his hand. John slowly looked up and screamed in pain and fear as he saw his wife on the ceiling with a huge gash in her stomach.