The Ghost Of You

The Beginning

"Mommy, Mommy!" you called as you tore down the stairs to your mother's feet where she was baking chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. 

"When's Dean coming over to play?" you excitedly asked. Dean was a little boy who lived down the street from you. Your family was very close to his, frequently having dinner at each other's houses and scheduling playdates for you and Dean. He was a four, a year older than you.

"Soon, sweetheart," your mom laughed at your enthusiasm.

"Is Sammy coming over, too?" you questioned. Sammy, or Sam, was Dean's six month year old baby brother.

"Of course he is!" she answered your question as your eyes wandered over to the bowl of cookie dough.

"Can I have some cookie dough?"

"No, (Y/N), you have to wait until it's cooked," 

"Pweaseeee?" you glanced up at her with puppy dog eyes and stuck out your bottom lip.

"It'll make you sick, sweetheart,"

"Really?" your eyes went wide as you mentally vowed to never eat raw cookie dough. Ever. Your mother had just put the cookies into the oven when you heard a knock at the door. 

"They're here!" you yelled and ran to the front door to greet your guests. As always, when you opened the door, Dean bolted through it and Mary was a few steps behind with wide-eyed Sammy in her arms. Mary went to join your mother in the kitchen while you ran off with Dean to play Cops and Robbers. Usually, Dean would be the cop. That was just his thing, though. He liked to be the hero.

"Freeze!" Dean hollered at you with his hands shaped into a finger gun. He had a stern look on his face that looked hilarious because it was obvious that he was trying not to smile at the amount of fun he was having.

"NEVER!" You screamed and scurried up the carpeted stairs to the second floor. Dean followed behind, yelling something that was hard to distinguish amongst his giggling. 

Your mom and Mary shared a look before bursting into laughter.

"I'll be damned if they don't end up married one day," 

As you tossed and turned in your bed, a warm glow radiated from your bedroom window. Curiously, you got out of bed and walked to the window to inspect the mysterious light. You pulled back the curtains to see orange flames rapidly crawling up the right side of the Winchesters' house. You saw some people run out of the house before one of the windows exploded, throwing shattered glass onto the lawn. Your mom came in to pull you away from the window.

"Mommy?" you asked, a question lingering on your mind.

"What wrong, sweetheart?" 

"Where's Miss Mary?"