It was at night in a village called Wall that a young man named John Winchester walked to the brick wall that was the village's namesake. An older man the townsfolk called Bobby stool by a part in the wall where the bricks had fallen away and created a gap in the structure. It was John's aim to cross the wall. Bobby, being the guard of said wall, refused.

"Look now, boy, I am charged with guarding the portal to another world. You think I'm gonna just let you through?" "Yes." Bobby balked. John pressed on. "Because in all honesty, Bobby, it's a field. Do you see another world out there? Anything not human. No. You know why?" Bobby looked bemused. "Why?" "Because it's a fucking field, Bobby!" "Well, 'in all honesty', John, I don't give a shit. Go home." John, being the salty teenage boy he was, sulked off.

But because John was not only a salty teenage boy but a somewhat clever salty teenage boy, he suddenly turned around, surprising Bobby, and ran through the gap in the fence before he could be captured. "God dammit, kid! That place is guarded for a reason!" Bobby's cries fell on deaf ears as John sprinted through the field.

Of course, Bobby was right. He tended to be; he prided himself on it. The moment John Winchester got past the field, he could see a bustling marketplace. The market sold some pretty fucking weird things John had never seen before, of course, because Bobby was right, so he decided to venture into the busy area.

Among the items being sold there were tiny elephants that could fit in the palm of a hand and eyeballs that floated in a jar and watched you as you passed by. What caught John's attention, however, was the pretty girl selling what looked like flowers in front of a yellow caravan.

John being the aforementioned salty teenage boy ambled over to the cute girl and introduced himself like the charmer he was. "Uh, hello. I'm John." She smiled prettily. "Mary." John noticed a beautiful small blue flower on her item stand. "How much for that one?" He said, pointing to it. "Depends," said Mary. "But that one isn't the best anyway. Try this one, the snowdrop." She gestured to a white flower. "It protects you from harm." "How much does that cost?" She grinned. "A kiss."

Being a gentleman, he went for the cheek. She had other ideas. He didn't mind. As she led him into the caravan, he noticed a chain around her ankle. He looked at Mary questioningly. She sighed. "The truth is I'm a princess, kidnapped to be a witch's slave. I can't be freed, obviously. But, hey, since life is short and you're cute I might as well make things less awful." John decided not to question her.

John walked home the next morning feeling pretty great. Of course, being irresponsibly spontaneous comes with a price, and nine months later a bundle arrived at his door. A baby, with a candle and two letters. One addressed to John. It said, his name is Sam.