A/N: So, after watching the Supernatural episode, "Something Wicked," which has flashbacks to when Sam and Dean were kids. Dean didn't follow dad's orders, Sam almost got killed, and Dean turned into a good little soldier. So after watching that episode, I kinda started to wonder what their childhood was really like. I mean, we see flashbacks, but I just started wondering about the pieces they don't show us. So here I am, writing my version of it. It will probably never be completed, so I'm sorry in advance for abandoning it at some random point. I don't think I'll be able to stick with it through 20-some-odd years of their life to tell the story. But if you can bear with me long enough on this journey, I guess I'll begin.

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Dean pulled the blanket tighter around his body, over his head, trying to drown out the nightmare. Go away, go away. He could still hear screaming. He heard his dad yelling his mother's name. Then it stopped. Dean breathed out a bit and opened his eyes. He hated nightmares.

His dad's voice was coming from the next room. He was saying something to Sammy. Dean smiled. His little brother would be big enough to play catch with him soon. That way he wouldn't have to wait 'til his dad got home.

"Mary!" Dean heard his dad yell her name again and sat up. That wasn't right. The nightmare was over. He already woke up. He crept to the door and pulled it open. An orange light danced on the wall, and his eyes widened when he heard his dad yell again. He ran into the hallway, stopping when he saw his dad coming out of Sammy's nursery. His eyes were wide and panicked, and Dean could see flames in the room.

"Take your brother and go outside as fast as you can! Go Dean, now!" The next second, Dean had his baby brother in his arms and was running. He didn't turn back. Just ran.

He stopped on the lawn outside, and turned back to look at the house. Sammy was crying, and Dean shifted his brother in his arms. "Shh, Sammy. I got you. Shh." He knew he was supposed to tell his brother that everything was okay, but he couldn't do that. He was a big brother. He wasn't supposed to lie to Sammy. And all he knew right now was that their mom and dad were inside of a burning house. Oh rather, their mom was.

Dean didn't have time to move as their dad ran out of the house. It was all he could do to hold onto his little brother when their dad scooped him into his arms and kept running out into the street. Far enough away that Dean could barely feel the heat anymore.

Everything happened fast after that. There was Pastor Jim, and Bobby, and people that Dad worked with. Dean held Sam tight, whether protecting Sammy or himself, he wasn't sure. Dad didn't try to take Sam form his arms, and Dean wouldn't let anyone else touch his baby brother.

They were at Pastor Jim's house, in the guestroom. Dean was sitting in a chair by the window. Dad was lying on the bed, glaring at the ceiling as though it were the most horrible thing he'd ever seen. Dean tore his eyes away from the glare to look down at Sammy. His brother was asleep in his arms.

"Dean, you should sleep," Dad said. Dean just shook his head, and Dad didn't press the subject.

Dean wasn't sure what happened that night. Not really. He knew his mom died in the fire, cause that's what everyone was saying. Dad didn't say that. He didn't say anything about it.

The only other thing he knew for sure was that everything changed after that.

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A/N: So, opinions? I wrote this pretty quickly, so I apologize for any mistakes. I know it's short. The next chapters will hopefully be longer. PLEASE leave reviews and let me know what you think, if I should continue or just give up cause I already know it's no where near as good as the actual show. Let me know! :)