The Other Winchester

Prologue

16 years ago

6-month-old Alice Winchester lay in her crib, sleeping peacefully. Her brother Sam slept in the room next to hers and Dean slept across the hall. Their parents were in the master bedroom further down the hall.
A young man appeared at Alice's door, smiling gently. This was his last chance, and he had to get it right. He stepped inside the nursery, walking slowly to the infant's crib.

Alice stirred, opening her eyes. She saw the man standing over her, and, thinking it was her father, giggled happily, extending a hand towards him.

Sam had been sleeping only lightly, having not been able to go to sleep lately due to some strange foreboding. When he heard his little sister begin giggling, he woke. Frowning, he got out of bed, going to the nursery. Stopping in the door, he saw the silhouette of a man.

"Hey, Dad," Sam said, thinking it was his father. "is Alice alright?"

The man standing at the crib turned, putting a finger to his lips. "Shh..."

Sam frowned, but nodded. "Alright. 'Night, Dad," he said, turning and going back to his room.
Mary Winchester, the mother of the three, woke to the sound of her youngest son waking up. She turned to find her husband, John, not in bed with her, and she got up, going to find him. When she reached the nursery, she saw a man in there. Thinking it was John, she smiled. "How's Alice, John," she said sleepily.
The man turned again, repeating what he had just done with Sam. Mary nodded, turning and walking away.
The man turned back to the infant, his smile deepening. He cut into his wrist, the blood collecting on his skin. Watching the infant, he slowly turned his wrist, allowing the blood to drop inside the baby's mouth. When a few drops had gotten inside, he moved his wrist away from the infant, watching her for a moment. Soon, she fell asleep.
As Mary passed the stairs, she heard something from the living room, and frowned. Going downstairs, she saw her real husband sitting in a chair in the living room, asleep, the TV on. She gasped, turning and running back up the stairs. Running into the nursery, she saw the young man there. He turned, his eyes flashing yellow.
"You," she said, starting for him. He smiled, waving a couple fingers. Mary was thrown against the wall, and began sliding up it, ending on the ceiling. A small amount of blood appeared, dripping onto Alice's bedding.
John awoke when he heard his wife begin running up the stairs. He got up, following her. When he reached the nursery, he saw nothing, and went over to the crib. Noticing a small wet spot, he frowned, putting his finger against it. Realizing what it was, he looked up, and saw his wife there, on the ceiling.
"No!" He said, as she burst into flames. He grabbed Alice, yelling for his sons to get up. He handed Alice to his youngest son. "Take your sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Sam, go!" Sam did as his father said, running down the stairs and out the door, closely followed by Dean.
John turned back to the nursery. "Mary!" The entire room catches fire, and he bursts out of the door, pulling Sam and Dean with him as the windows of the nursery shatter and fire explodes from the house.