Carry On My Wayward Sons... And Daughter.

November 2nd, 1984.

A few days has passed and the family grew to love Angela with all of their love.

It was weird for John, Dean and Sam to have another girl, aside from their mother in the house but it didn't bother them too much.

John did his best to finish his work in the garage early so he could go back and help Mary with Sam and Angela.

Dean made a lot of efforts too. and he spent most of his time to play with his brother and sister, he felt responsible and happy.

Mary of course, did most of the work around the house, sometimes she had to leave it all and go take care of Angela and Sam.

They all knew that having TWO babies in the family will be hard but they didn't care. 

On the night of November 2nd Mary and Dean climbed upstairs to say goodnight to Sam and Angela.

Dean climbed up on the strool and gave soft kisses on their forheads.

"Goodnight Sammy, Goodnight Angela." He whispered.

Mary then bent over, patting the babies before giving them kisses as well.

John came in and said goodnight to his kids as well before turning off the lights.

Angela was fast asleep but Sammy was still awake...

It was 20:10 when the clock suddenly stopped.

The lights in the room started to flicker.

The baby monitor in Mary's room started bug a little but Mary was able to hear her son crying softly.

Mary slowly woke up and turned on the lights.

"John?" Mary asked, turning to look at her husband but John was nowhere to be found.

Mary sighed and got up, making her way towards the babies' room.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the man who was standing infront of Sam's crib.

"John? Is he hungry?" Mary asked.

"Shh..." He hushed her.

"Okay..." Was all Mary said and was about to make her way back to her bed when suddenly the light at the end hall flickered, Mary walked towards it and tapped the light slightly, making it stop.

She shrugged it off and started to make her way towards the bed again when weird noises from down stairs caught her attention.

The TV was on.

She made her way downstairs and looked over the sofa.

The TV showed the army at action and there with a bottle of beer in his hands slept John!

Mary gasped and ran upstairs.

"Sammy... SAMMY! ANGELA!" She reached the room and stared at the man.

A woman's scream made John to jolt awake from his sleep.

"Mary! MARY!" John screamed and started to run upstairs, he reached the babies' room and openned the door.

"Mary?" He was out of breath but he calmed down when he saw no one was in the room.

He slowly made his way towards Sam's crib who made some noises, he smiled in relief.

"Hey Sammy... hey." He said softly and pushed the fence down, Sammy kicked his legs happily.

Something dripped down on Sam's pillow, John raised an eyebrow and slowly held out his hand to touch it.

Two more drops dripped on his hand... it was blood.

He looked up at the ceiling and screamed.

There, a woman was pinned to the ceiling, a big cut on her stomach, the blood painting her white gown and she held an expression of horror, John fell backwards.

"Mary!" John called and suddenly Mary burst in flames.

John was frozen in shock, this can't be happening!

It was Sam's crying that shook him off.

He quickly grabbed Sam and ran out of the room.

"Daddy!" Dean called as he showed up at the end of the hall.

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back!" John ordered and handed Sam to Dean.

"Now Dean! GO!" John pushed him, Dean started to run outside.

John ran back into the room, that was already caught up in flames, hearing his baby girl's cries almost immediately.

"Angela!" John called and hurried to the crib, he picked the girl up and gasped.

A little piece of metal from the ceiling fell down on Angela's crib, the piece was so hot and it burnt Angela's little hand, leaving a line of a burn.

He held the girl close to him and looked up at the ceiling screaming:

"MARY!! NO!!!"

Outside of the house Dean was finally out of the house, holding Sam close.

"It's alright Sammy..." Dean reassured him and looked up at room where the light came from, something in his 4 years old brain he knew something happened to his mommy...

Someone suddenly grabbed him and started to run away from the house, John...

Just as they backed away an explosion bursted from the flames and the windows shattered.

Timeskip:

John sat on his black Chevrolet '67 Imapla, Dean was right next to him, holding Sammy...

John was looking at the fire fighters who worked so hard to put down the fire...

He looked down at his daughter, who was looking back at him...

He looked up... something in his eyes started to flame up... something much stronger than the fire that took his wife away...

A thing names... revenge.

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