Supernatural: Vengeance

Chapter 1

November 2, 1983

Mary Winchester thought she was the luckiest mother in the world. Her oldest son, Dean, was nothing more but a miracle. He loved his two younger siblings like nothing she'd ever seen.

Her middle child, Faith, was the brains of the family. She challenged Dean at every turn. And the youngest, Sam. Sammy was a blessing; he was the one child who brought light to everyone's eyes. He was unlike any other baby.

Dean and Faith, they cried until nothing came out of their mouths, but Sammy, he never cried. Never cried. On that night, Mary was putting Sam to bed. John had just come home from work. Dean and Faith came in the nursery with Mary to say goodnight to Sam.

"Night, Sammy," said Faith. She herself was very tired and said her goodnights to her mother and brother then went to her bedroom.

Dean stood next to the crib and leaned over to plant a kiss on Sam's forehead, "Goodnight Sammy, sweet dreams."  Mary was always happy with how Dean treated his brother and sister. Dean was turning towards the door when John walked through.

"Dad!" Dean hugged him and gasped when John moved to put him in his arms.

"How are you? Where's your sister?" he asked.

"Good and she's in her bedroom."

"Good," he said as he put Dean back down on the floor. Dean walked out of the nursery, presumably to go to his bedroom. "Hey," John said as he went to wrap his arms around Mary.

"Hi," she said, embracing his hug.

"How's Sammy?" he asked.

"Good. He just went to sleep," Mary sighed and went to turn the baby monitor on. "I'm going to bed," she said with weariness in her voice.

"Ok, I'm gonna have some popcorn and watch TV downstairs if that's all right," John replied while letting Mary walk out of the nursery toward the bedroom. Mary was happy with her life.

Living in Lawrence, Kansas she had all she needed until her time would come to pass. She walked into Faith's bedroom where she found Faith in her bed sleeping as gracefully as an angel flies with his wings.

Mary never believed in angels. No hunter had ever seen one so why should she believe in them. It didn't mean that she didn't believe in God however. God was the person who Mary believed created each and every person's destiny. Mary walked next to Faith's bed, kissed her forehead and turned off the light. She closed her door on her way out and walked towards Dean's bedroom. 

Dean was still awake when she walked into his bedroom. He was in his bed curled up into a ball.

"Mom, is Faith asleep?"

"Yes, honey. She was tired," Mary said as she went to sit next to Dean.

"Aw, I wanted her to read to me." At age 5, Dean had a hard time reading simple rhymes. However, Faith, just a year younger than him, could read at a 5th grade level.  She surprised everyone in this family.

"She needs to sleep, honey, just like you do."

"Okay, goodnight Mom," Dean said sliding deeper into the covers.

"Goodnight, Dean. Sweet dreams," Mary turned the light off and closed the door on her way out. She walked toward her room and changed into her nightgown. After brushing her teeth, she tossed the covers back and got into her bed. She thought to herself I'm not even that tired. But, no quicker than an angel snapping his fingers, she was asleep.

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It was sometime between 11:30-12:00 when Sam's cry was blaring on the baby monitor.

"John? John?" Mary called, but there was no answer. Mary got up and walked toward the nursery. When she got to the door frame of Sam's room, she heard something. She looked and saw a figure in front of the crib, comforting Sam.

"John, you got him?" she asked. He didn't answer, but Mary heard something downstairs. She walked down the stairs. She saw what she thought was the TV still on. She was right and in the chair in front of it sat John. The light that hung just above the picture of their wedding was flickering and that's when she knew.

Ten years ago, when her son Dean came back from the year 2013, a yellow-eyed demon showed up in her town. He possessed her father and killed him and her mother. He twisted John's neck and killed him. She made a deal with him; to bring John back in exchange to let him come to her house in 10 years and pick something up.

"As long as I'm not interrupted, nobody gets hurt," he had said. Mary took the deal. And that demon's name was Azazel. Mary ran up the stairs knowing who was in Sam's nursery.

When she got there, Azazel looked back with his yellow-eyes and he knew what he had to do. She had interrupted him. He threw her against the wall and slowly hoisted her upward towards the ceiling.  As she went up, he turned his gaze toward Sam and cut his wrist. He let the blood run from his wrist to Sam's mouth. Sam was swallowing the demon blood and Mary couldn't do anything about it.

"No! No," she said. Azazel turned his gaze back toward Mary and sliced right through her stomach. Mary screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Mary! Mary!" John was already racing up the stairs when Azazel bolted out the window.

When John got to the nursery, no one was there. Just Sam who was tossing in his crib. John went next to the crib to comfort Sam when something dropped just next to Sam's ear. John touched with his finger and saw what it was. Blood. He looked up at the ceiling and saw his worst nightmare. Mary, bloody at the waist with glossy eyes.

"Mary! No!" John screamed. And then a fire broke out where Mary's body was. John couldn't believe his eyes, how was Mary up on the ceiling like that and how did the fire start. He grabbed Sam out of his crib and ran out of the nursery. Dean and Faith were standing at the top of the staircase when they saw their father run out of the nursery with Sam in his arms.

"Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can. Don't look back. Now, Dean! Go!" their father told Dean. As Dean ran down the stairs with Sam in his arms and Faith next to his side, John went back to see if he could somehow save Mary's body from the flames.

As he went in the nursery, he found that the flames had spread onto the walls and found that the heat was intense. Mary couldn't be saved, he decided so he ran out the house and swoop Dean, Faith, and Sam into his arms.

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After the fire in their house, the Winchesters never seemed to stay in one place for more than 4 weeks.

It didn't surprise anyone though. Anyone who knew John knew that he wasn't the same after Mary died. Somesay he muttered things, things about demons and ghosts. No one could understand what he was saying so they left it alone. They all thought he was going through post-traumatic stress after seeing his wife like that. But that's when they noticed that they no longer saw John anywhere anymore. The townspeople of Lawrence found out that he had moved and took his 2 sons and only daughter with him. And they never saw him again.