Lawrence Kansas 1983
It was a calm peaceful night in the Winchester home, Mary was soothing her baby son to sleep while snuggle her older son dean.
Mary lived for nights like this when the her to little men just laid with her. Her attention was broken away for a slight second when she heard the garage door opening. 'John' she thought to herself. Now her perfect night just got better because she would have all of her boys with her. She let out a small breath of happiness when she heard the foot steps coming up the stairs.
John came up the stair knowing Mary would be getting the boys ready for bed right bout now. 'Yep' he noticed the only light on was in his son's nursery. He walked into the door way and just took in the sight, being in the military caused John to see a lot of ugly stuff, but in the little free time he did have in time of services he some of the most beautiful things in the most horrible places, but nothing compared to the beauty of his wife cradling their youngest son, while the eldest was curled up her in lap sleeping. they were just perfect.
"Hey beautiful," John flashed a smile at Mary and she gave him a loving grin, " Hey yourself hot stuff."
He noticed Dean dead asleep, but baby sam still awake and was a tad bit confused. Normally the baby was long gone before the eldest son ran out of energy, " Baby not wanting to go to sleep?"
Mary reposition herself to where she could pet the top of her eldest sons head "Sadly no Deano had a bad asthma attack early and left him pretty exhausted."
John face went from confused to worry in a heart beat as he crouch down in front of sleeping son, "Is he okay? Why didn't you call me? how he..."
"Shh..." Mary lifted john's head up and put a finger over his lips. "He is fine just really tired, I didn't call you because we both agreed call only when its bad enough to go to the hospital remember, and he had an attack because he was running around too much outside while I was making dinner, and when I went to get his inhaler it wasn't there."
John was puzzled Dean's inhaler was always in the bathroom cabinet with the first aid kit, how could it have been moved?, "I know what your thinking how could it been moved..." Mary said, 'Damn she can read me like a book' John tought. "Well earlier today Sam was coughing, and Dean here thought it would be a good idea to give sam a puff, luckily I caught him time before he could give it Sammy, but both of us forgot to put his inhaler back and in my panic I forgot we left it here in the nursery." Mary explained.
By this time John moved next to mary and held his family protectively, "Glad they're both okay."
Mary slanted her body so she could snuggle more into John, " I know me too... Poor Dean kept crying today apologizing for almost killing Sammy. I had to convince him it wasn't his fault, and that only he can use inhalers in this family. Poor baby was so concern about his brother all he tried to do was make him better the only way he knew how. Then today when he was having the attack and I couldn't find his inhaler... John I was close to calling you..." She held her boys tighter and cried into John's shoulder.
"Shh baby, he's fine our boy is fine..." John soothed as his grip around his family got slightly tighter.
Mary and John didn't move for an hour, in fact Mary fell asleep. John sat peacefully listening to soft breathing of his family. Especially his eldest son he told himself first thing in the morning to go get Dean some emergency inhalers. Dean asthma had never been enough to were they needed to get a back up inhaler, but if they where to lose the inhaler, that might not be they only thing they lose... John couldn't bare the thought of losing his boy.
As the hour past Mary started to stir, "Well I think its time to get the boys to bed." Mary said tiredly.
"I'll take Dean you got Sam?" Mary nodded as John gently lifted their little son out of her arms. As John picked up Dean we woke up, "Daddy?" Dean said snuggling into his father shoulder.
"Yeah Dean it's daddy..." Dean perked up slightly to look get a better look at him, "Can I say night night to Sammy and Mommy?" John's heart melted. His little boy was a living angel and as sweet as can be. Sometimes he wonder how he got so blessed with the perfect family, "Of course you can baby." Mary over heard the conversation and moved her and Sammy right in front of John so Dean could say goodnight.
"Night baby Sammy I love you." With that he gave Sammy a big kiss on the head.
"Night mommy I love you," Dean smiled Mary leaned in and gave Dean a kiss, "I love you to baby."
Dean then snuggle back into his shoulders to go back to sleep, but not before looking up at his dad, "I love you Daddy."
John lifted Dean up a little to kiss him on the head, "I love you always baby... always."
John carried Dean to his bed room and tucked the already sleeping child in. Before leaving his sons room he turned around in the doorway and mouthed one last I love you.
2:00 A.M Winchester home.
John fell asleep watching t.v downstairs, "DADDY!" John jumped up to wails of his eldest son. He went quickly as he could up the stairs when he notice the eerie sounds of nothing. He noticed the light to his son's nursery on and let out a sigh.
'Sammy must have been crying or something and it scared Dean awake. His heart stopped when he notice no one, but baby Sammy was in the nursery.
John smiled down at the sweet baby, "Hey Sammy you wake up," He cooed.
The baby then started to whimper, John notice crimson liquid dripping on his baby's forehead, and looked up to one of the most horrifying sights in his entire life.
His beautiful Mary was somehow trapped on the ceiling and she let out a blood hurdling scream as flames burst around her. John didn't hesitate to grab Sam and run out the room. After he escaped to the nursery he quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed his eldest son's inhaler.
Dean... "Where was dean?' He thought. He called out the boy's name, but he was nowhere to be found. John frantically looked for his eldest but was forced to stop when the burning house started to cave in on him and his infant son.
John ran outside as fast he could when he reach a safe distant from him and the house he flinched when heard the explosion.
"Daddy..." John's head shot up to see a man with Yellow-eyes holding a knife to his four year old baby boy's head.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want with my son?" John growled.
The man mearily smiled, "Oh Johnny boy... your boys are special you know. Baby Sammy and this little guy i'm holding right here is going to be my demise." The demon explained.
John was angry and confused he wanted nothing to break the guy neck for laying a single finger on his boy, and if he wasn't holding sam he most likely would have done so, "How the fuck can a innocent four-year old kill you?"
"Not a four a year, but a twenty-six year old pain in my ass will be my demise... Physic friends told me so I thought why not handle the situation now." The yellow-eye man explained. The man dug the knife deeper down the whimpering Dean's neck.
"I don't care he is four, twenty-six, or hundred and fucking eight you can't have him!" John barked.
The man gave John a mocking sympathic look, "Oh John but I can..."
"Stop put your hands in the air the let the boy go." The yellowed man rolled his eyes in annoyance at the shouting.
"Well todays your lucky day kid, and yours too Johnny boy I don't want to make a big scene you know trying to keep a low profile and all." The man explained.
"And Deano I will be back for you and I will kill you, but until then..." With that he slashed the boys neck, and open his mouth. Everyone was shock when a giant black came out, and the man collapsed to ground and was still as a corpse.
John was in shock, but he snapped out of it when he heard one his neighbor yelling his name, "Caroline take Sammy for a sec well you." She nodded as John passed his infant son to her so he could comfort his injured baby.
"Daddy..."Dean gasped it sounded like on top of his bleeding neck he was having an asthma attack. John didn't hesitate to put the inhaler in Dean mouths. After a few puffs Dean's breathing was a little less ragged. John let a sigh of relief at least he could help his son, plus the knife to the neck wasn't that life threatening, "Sir we need you to move..." The paramedic said.
John didn't want to listen, he didn't want to move... All he wanted was for his son to be okay.
"Sir..." The paramedic insisted. Sadly for his son to be okay he had to moved and had to listen. He stepped out of the way and a swam of paramedics when in to help precious four year old boy.
Caroline said she would drive John and Sam. He was grateful and anxious the cut on Dean's neck look deadly and his asthma doesn't help any. When the paramedics loaded Dean up, John when over to him one last time, "Daddy i'm scared what if they try to take me away from you?" Dean barely whispered to John. John cringed at the thought of losing Dean, but he knew he had to be strong for his boy.
"Baby if someone ever takes you I will hunt them down and never stop searching for you to till the day I die." John vowed as he gently patted a big strong hand on his son's little one. "Promise?" Dean asked weakly.
"Promise." John gave him a weak smile, Dean returned a smile, "I love you daddy."
"I love you too baby." John kissed dean on the head, and the paramedic reluctantly had to interrupt the touching moment, "So sir but we need to go."
John nodded at the man with a heavy smile, "Yes sir any just please help my boy." The paramedic looked into the eys of man in front of him and saw what look like a statue crumbling down. He could till the boy he was loading up in the ambulance met everything to him. So he wanted to say 'of course we will save your boy...", but he knew he had to be realistic for the sake of the man sanity. Even though if anything happen to this boy he doesn't know how the man will stay sane, but if anything the man who starting to breakdown deserve the truth more than false hope, "It looks grim, but we will try our best." The paramedic thought that comment right there would get him killed, but the man looked at him with tearful eyes and nodded.
John looked at the paramedic at least he was being honest, he would have punch the guy in face if started that everything going to be alright bullshit. John sighed as he took one last look at his boy before the ambulance door shut, "Come on John," Caroline said handing him a sleeping Sammy. He held his youngest tight to him not wanting to let go. John was afraid the baby would disappear like mary or become wounded like Dean. Now as he held the last piece of mary he had left he had to make sure the other half was okay.
Hours went by before doctors came in and said anything , "Family for Dean Winchester?"
John stood up and went straight to the doctor followed by Caroline, "How is he?"
The doctor sighed how was he suppose to break horrible news to an already broken man, "Mr. Winchester your son had no complications, he may or may not talk again, but with therapy I think will handle that problem and he may have a scar on his neck, but sir I want you to first know we have our whole staff looking for him."
The doctor looked away quickly, John's jaw drop and he was complete baffled by what he just heard, "What do you mean looking for him... where the fuck is he?"
"John..." Caroline tried to interrupt but John was having none of that, "No I want to know how the fuck he loses an asthmatic four-year old who just had throat surgery?" John yelled.
The doctor staid calm and tried to gently explain, "Well we don't know with the pain medication there is no way he could of just gotten up, so are best bet was he was kidnap.
Kidnap... Shit... fucking kidnap. How? How could let that happen... No he was gonna find his baby, and kill whoever took him. He knew it was that yellow eyed bastard from before, and now that fucker messed with the wrong family because Johnathan Winchester was on the war path now.
After the police statements about the house and Dean, John loaded up Sam car seat, and packed up what little belongings he had left and drove off with his baby. Set and determined to find his other baby.
"I will find you Dean and when I do their gonna wish they never touched you..." John vowed to the space slightly looking at the inhaler laying on the dashboard.
So off went the Winchesters in the implala on the empty road to find they're missing brother, son, Dean.