November 2, 1999 {Lawrence, Kansas}
{Winchester Family Home}
Mary drifts into consciousness, and then back out. Being a mother of four was wonderful. But at the same time, it felt as though energy was constantly being drained out of her. The world around her was a blur, and thoughts seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of her mind, as though they were being blown viciously by a hurricane.
Out of the complete silence, a cry arose. Like a budding flower it started. Slow and gentle, but then it rose to a wail. To the ends of the world, the cry traveled. Over lands and seas, and through forests and valleys.
It was the twins, Sam and Amber.
Mary sats up and raked her fingers through her tossed and tangled blonde locks. She releases a sigh, all while her children's cries are still being heard over the baby monitor.
"John?" Mary drowsily called for her husband.
No response.
Mary turned around, only to find that the bed was once again empty. Her husband was no longer by her side. She couldn't help, but roll her eyes as she stood from her mattress.
"I'll come back soon..." she mutters to the only place of comfort she had.
Her slow steps echoes throughout the hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking under her weight. A yawn involuntary leaves her mouth, and she rubs her eyes with the inside of her palms.
Turning the corner, she finds that the door of the twins' bedroom was open. The nightlight at the corner of the room, which was a baby shower gift from her mother, glowed lightly in the dark. The one-year-olds' crying had finally ceased.
Stepping closer, Mary notices the figure of a tall man. The shadowy figure didn't turn, it simply just stood there, but Mary thought nothing of it. Immediately, she thought it was her husband.
"John?" Mary asked, "Were they hungry?"
The figure only responded with a small, "Shh..."
"Okay..." Mary murmured. And with that, she turned away.
However, she stops in her tracks. The light bulb of a decorative lamp, at the other end of the hallway, leading to stairway, buzzes, and flickers, causing Mary to narrow her blue orbs. She felt her chest tighten and her mind hum like an electrical circuit that was struck by lightning.
Only John would leave the light on...
She decides to walk down the steps. The wood of the old house once again groaning with each step she took. Her ears noted the sound of light snoring coming from the living room. She checks and finds her husband fast asleep in their armchair with the small screen television still on.
Mary's eyes widen as she realized: Sam and Amber weren't with their father.
Turning back, she rushes up the stairs. "Sammy!" she gasped, "Oh god, Amber!"
Her legs push with all her might as the thoughts of her babies in danger clouded her mind. Once in the hallway, she immediately dashes into the twins' bedroom.
Mary releases a fearful gasp as the man turned towards her.
The light of the television illuminated John's skin as he sleeps. He felt at peace with himself until a shrill shriek abruptly awoken from his deep slumber. His scenes were now at full height.
"Mary!" he shouted.
Leaving the Lazy Boy seat, he runs up the staircase, almost tripping as he rushes to find his beloved wife. "Mary!" he calls once again.
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Wayward Children
FanfictionThe three Winchester siblings, Sam, Dean, and Amber, along with their adopted sibling, Juno Tiassale, were raised by their father, John, to hunt and kill all things that go "bump in the night" after his wife, Mary, was murdered by an evil supernatur...
