Mary woke up to the sound of little Sammy crying through the baby monitor.
She walked in to the nursery and saw a man standing by the crib. Thinking it was just her husband, John, she rubbed her eyes and started to walk back to her room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a light flickering. She walked up to it and tapped on it to see if it would stop; it did after another tap but it was still very faint and gave off an almost eerie glow.
The TV was giving off light from downstairs, so Mary crept down the stairs to turn it off. To her surprise she saw her husband slumped on the sofa, peacefully asleep. Not in the nursery. She ran upstairs yelling "Sammy!".
When she got to the nursery she let out a blood curdling scream. John started awake at the sound.
"Mary?" He called out, running up stairs, his heart beating fast against his chest. He opened the door and saw nothing apart from Sammy cooing in his crib. He walked over to Sam to check if he was alright when something dripped on to the mattress next to Sam's head. He put his hand out to touch it when more of the liquid dripped onto his hand. It was wet, a shimmering scarlet in his palm. Instantly he knew it was blood. Another drop fell on his hand.
Where was it coming from, or from who?
John slowly looked up to see his wife pined on the ceiling with a cherry red stain blossoming on the stomach of her white night gown. John fell to the ground in shock as a ocean of flames surrounded her.
The whole house shook and baby Sammy started crying; John picked him up and ran out of the room, to find Dean standing in the hall asking sleepily 'what's going on?'. John frantically passed Sam to Dean and told him to get out the house and to not look back. Dean obediently ran down the stairs clutching Sammy tight to his chest, and John ran back into the nursery to save his wife. But he couldn't, the whole room was being swallowed up in flames. Mary was disappearing in a violent wall of flames.
Dean had got out of the house and was telling Sam 'it's gonna be ok' over and over, when John ran out of the burning house, picked Dean and Sam up and ran out of the way, just in time to dodge the massive explosion of fire.
Minutes later the fire brigade had arrived and quickly hosed down what was left of the house.
John was gently cradling Sam while Dean clutched tight onto his Dad.
What was in the future for the Winchesters?
And how could their life have gone so terribly wrong so fast?