*I do not own Supernatural*

John and Mary Winchester did not have the fairytale marriage that John wanted everyone to believe they did. What started out as a loving relationship built on trust, communication, and a deal with a yellow-eyed demon ended in over-the-phone fights and sleepless nights alone. Mary couldn't handle the lifestyle that John had chosen to live anymore.

"It's been four days, John, when are you coming home?" Mary half-sobbed into the phone. John was out on another "business trip" again, though Mary was pretty sure he was dividing legs, not numbers. Mary wasn't sure what kind of mechanic needed to travel as much as John did and she had let it go for several years. But now they had two sons and John needed to be home more often with his boys. "Mary, please, you know that I'm out here on business." John replied, sounded distracted. "I don't give a shit, John. Come home, now." Mary slammed the phone down on its cradle, ending the call. She sighed and leaned against the counter, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. Tears began to form in her eyes. The perfect life she had imagined for herself with the man of her dreams was falling apart and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Mary was ripped from her thoughts by a familiar voice: "Mom, you okay?"

"Dean, yeah, I'm fine sweetheart." Mary straightened her blouse and smoothed her hair down. She couldn't cry now, not in front of her son. "Do you want some dinner?" Mary smiled as Dean nodded, he was always hungry. "I'll go get your brother then I'll whip something up." Mary walked through the kitchen into the living room and up the stairs to Sam's nursery. Her little boy was still napping, cuddled up in a little blue blanket. She reached into the crib and picked Sam up and carried him downstairs. "Dean, can you hold your little brother please?" Dean sat down in one of the high backed wooden chairs in the kitchen and Mary placed Sam carefully in his arms. Even at three years old, Dean was an expert at holding his baby brother. Mary made dinner for her and Dean and fed Sam with a bottle. The rest of the evening went without much excitement, and she put the boys to bed.

Around 3:00am, Mary was jolted awake by a sound coming from the living room. She jumped up out of bed and grabbed a shotgun that was next to the bed, just in case. She crept down the stairs and was ready to fire when she saw what caused the sound and sighed. "John Winchester, where the hell have you been?!" Mary whisper-screamed into the darkness. Even from the stairs she could smell the booze on his breath. "M-Mary. I'm fine." John slurred. Mary rested her head on the banister and closed her eyes. "John, that's it. I'm sick and tired of all of this. The long time apart, the drinking, Dean asking where his daddy is! I want you out, tomorrow." Mary stomped back up the stairs, careful to be loud enough to make her point but quiet enough to not wake the boys. She was done with all of this. She was done with John Winchester.

"You can't do this to me, Mary." John boomed through the house. The night on the couch had cleared up his drunkenness, but not his anger. These were his damn boys and he was going to keep them! "Mary, we can work something out – " "John, I'm done working things out. I'm just done. Please, just get out." She wasn't yelling or even crying, just sitting on the couch like she was talking to the neighbor about her garden. She was just ready for John to leave and get on with her life. "Take your stuff, and get out." Mary stated, not looking him in the eyes but instead looking at the ground. "Fine, if that's what will make you happy." John sighed and went upstairs to pack his belongings. "Mommy, what's going on?" Dean came down the stairs from his bedroom. "Oh, Dean, honey." Mary motioned for him to come sit down on the couch. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought. "Your dad is going to leave for a while." "I wanna go with him!" Dean exclaimed before Mary could get another word out. "I'll go pack." And with that Dean ran up the stairs to pack his little thrift store suitcase. "Dean, wait." Mary followed him up the stairs. She walked into Dean's room and found him stuffing his suitcase with clothes and action figures. "Honey, you can't go with your dad." "And why can't he?" John said from the doorway. "John, don't." Mary said through clenched teeth. "Please mom?" Dean said, holding his now full suitcase in one hand and his jacket in the other. "Sure you can, buddy. Come on, go get in the car." Dean ran down the stairs and Mary and John heard the front door slam followed by the trunk of the Impala. "Let him come with me, just for the weekend. Let me spend some time with my son. I'll bring him back on Monday, promise." John flashed his charming smile at Mary and she felt herself giving in. "Alright, fine. But just until Monday. And don't take him anywhere dangerous." Mary warned, but John was already halfway down the stairs.

"Dad, where are we going?" Dean kicked his feet in the front seat, his legs too little to touch the ground. John didn't have a car seat for him, and he was pretty sure they weren't really needed anyway. "We're gonna go get ourselves a hotel room, then we're gonna get some breakfast. You hungry buddy?" Dean nodded, and tried to fiddle with the radio stations. His arms weren't quite long enough to reach the knobs, and John chuckled. "It'll be great." John said, more to himself than to Dean. They pulled into the first motel they came to, a little hole in the wall place called the Green Door Inn, which was odd because the doors were not even remotely green. It looked like a pay-by-the-hour place where they don't ask for your name, let alone your ID. Just the kind of place John was used to. He drove up to the office door and went inside, leaving Dean in the front seat. John paid for a room for the night and went back to the Impala to grab their bags. "Come on Dean, let's go check out our room." Dean jumped out of the front seat and followed his dad, kicking the dirt in the parking lot as he walked. John slid his key into room 4 of the inn and turned the lock. The door creaked open and John and Dean walked in, placing their bags on each of the double beds. Even at a young age, Dean was the spitting image of his father.

Dean and John left and got some burgers then came back to the room for the night. There they watched television and talked, like any normal family would. The weekend which much in this pattern, burgers and television filling their time. Monday morning rolled around faster than John wanted to, but a deal was a deal, and Mary would be livid if he didn't bring Dean back on time. "It's time to go Dean, back to mom." They packed their bags and left in the Impala towards home.

The family home looked like anything but home now. The fire department was still there from the night before, but they were cleaning up. The house was charred badly, and John couldn't get out of the car fast enough. "Mary!" John screamed, racing towards the house. One of the firemen stopped him just short of the door and shook his head. "Sorry sir, you can't go in there. Too dangerous." "But my wife, she's in there. And my son." John panted, trying to get past the burly fireman. "There was no son found, but your wife…I'm sorry, she didn't make it." John dropped to the ground and sobbed into his hands. "Mary, no." Just then John heard the Impala car door squeak open and turned around. "Daddy, what's going on?" Dean questioned, suitcase in his hand and standing in front of the car. "Dean, get back in the car." John ordered. He couldn't let Dean see all of this, not at his young age. "We're going to spend some more time together, okay?" John smiled through his tears, trying to calm his son. Dean smiled and jumped back in the car, ready to spend the day with his biggest hero. John knew he had things he had to do now. Take care of his son, find Sammy, and figure out who did this to Mary.

What will Dean and John do now? Where is baby Sammy? Please r&r, more coming soon!

~Eridium Blight