A/N: I am aware that the character of Azazel is likely not as you would expect but bear with me. I had a little help on the Azazel dialogue from a friend known as AC by some of his friends. I thank him for that and give him credit for those lines along with another friend, nicknamed Angelus for privacy, who assisted with some of the editing, again my thanks to them if they see this. I do not own any part of the show supernatural nor its characters. This was made for the fun of writing my first fan-fic. Enjoy.

Tainting the Innocent

Life, had been trying for Marie. Her mother had been lost to her at a young age, the death only fueling her fathers hate as the being took yet another woman he cared for. True, it was unlikely that John Winchester would ever love another woman as deeply as he did his Mary, but that did not mean he did not love Marie's mother. Upon the woman's death he did his best to visit his youngest, his daughter. Although he never brought his sons or told them of her, it was not in him to hide them completely from her. She was garnered with stories and pictures. He trained her, sparsely as it was, so that she could at least try to protect herself as she grew from whatever evil was coming for the Winchesters.

Sadly, for her and her brothers, the death of John Winchester had been difficult to accept. She had been told by Bobby Singer of his death and the suspected reason behind it. While it hurt to lose her father, she found herself grateful that her eldest brother was still alive. Things would change though as time passed after her father's death. She had gotten news that Sam had been killed as well. Bobby was careful not to give her too much information, but what he gave her broke her heart. She was at the house she'd grown up in, a place her father had helped her buy at one point. In the backyard she had placed her own sort of memorial to her family. On one side lay her mother's stone, different from the others. The two stones, clumped together, were inscribed with the following three names in order of death: Jonathan Winchester, Samuel Winchester.

While mourning her loss one afternoon a week after she heard of Sam's death, a man appeared behind her. She was rather frightened at first, but the man offered her the comfort she craved in the form of a warmth filled hug. She would find out that he was an archangel in hiding, though for fear of the trouble his true name would cause, he offered only the name Herald. He walked her into the house and up the stairs slowly, his arm around her waist. His intent was to hold her as she tried to rest on the bed. Once actually on the bed that comforting embrace would turn to more till they found themselves entangled together in her bed. Comforting gestures and soft kisses soon led to more as the night progressed, and by morning the archangel knew that the woman lying against his chest beneath the sheets would soon be heavy with child. Knowing the consequences were he to stay with her he vanished, leaving her to wake alone.

Waking alone, Marie attempted to convince herself that what had happened the day before was nothing more than a dream. How foolish she felt when a few months later her condition became clear. School took a backseat as she found a supporting job. In just another six months her son was born. She smiled at the child in her arms, thinking when the nurse asked for a name. Her voice came softly, her eyes not looking up. "Jonathan Allen Winchester. My precious son…." Her voice held such sadness as she spoke the first name, naming her son after the father. Bobby had been called about the boy, but he had not told her that Sam was alive while Dean was 3 months from going to hell.

As John grew closer to being six months old things began to change for Marie. It started one when John was about a month and a half old. She was in the kitchen, boiling water for some tea. John had been keeping her up late again and she needed something to relax. As she poured the boiling water into the cup it splashed up at her. She hissed in pain as the boiling water made contact with her hand. She set the kettle and cup down, moving towards the sink. As she reached for the cold water tap she frowned, looking at the angry red skin where the water had hit. Her confusion grew, hand stilled as the burn began to vanish. She thought nothing of it since she hadn't been sleeping, but when the same thing happened a few days before John's six month birthday while chopping carrots for a stew she grew worried. The cut on her hand from the knife slipping was gone within moments as if it had never been there. The next day she had a few bags packed and John in his car-seat as she set out for Bobby's in search of help. They had just stopped at a motel for the night when everything changed, the night that John would be six months old.

John was being overly fussy and his mother was flustered, so flustered she'd forgotten everything her father had taught her. The window and door had no salt line, no protection. As she looked to her sleeping son, nestled in the Pack 'N Play, she sighed. She knew being on the road certainly wasn't the easiest thing on an infant, but she'd made the choice to seek help from Bobby. She sat slowly on the bed beside the bassinet John slept in, smiling as she ran her fingers through his fine baby hair. She stood slowly now, stretching in a way that tugged at the long sleeved plain white pajama top that she wore with matching pajama pants, something shed slipped into minutes after he fell asleep. She slowly walked over towards the door, stopping at the table to get the can of salt from the duffel there. She'd forgotten to salt the door and window when they'd gotten in the room and was now going to do so.

Marie would soon begin to feel a head ache coming on, as the lights began to flicker a little. She hissed a little as the headache began. She raised her hand up to her forehead, thumb and middle finger moving to rub at her temples in an attempt to relieve the pain. She didn't even notice the lights flickering, having closed her eyes when the pain began.

Soon a voice joined the now ebbing pain in her head, taunting her almost. "Some kid you got there, make one hell of warrior."

She rebelled against the voice in her head as she shook it gingerly. "No... He's too young to... I won't let him be used…." Her voice was a whisper as she tried not to wake her child. She practically fell into the nearest chair, collapsing as she hoped she wasn't hearing what, who she thought she was.

The pain suddenly increased a little at her words of defiance. "Just gonna getting him hyped up on some of daddy's good ole Oval tine here. Get him ready for war all big and strong, just how I like my army."

"No….. He won't be part of any army, human or otherwise. I won't let him into this life... I just can't..." She laid her head on the cool table top, wishing the pain would stop completely.

There was an evil grin on the face of the demon she could not see as it spoke to her mind once again. "Now, who says you have a choice? I mean you could try and stop me, but you'd only end up burning on the ceiling like those who tried before you; like your own mother."

She let out a whimper as she listened to his words, her fears confirmed by them. "But, you're not supposed to be alive... You can't be… Please... Oh please don't take my son..." She shook her head, a tear falling. "Not my baby…."

He chuckled now as he listened to her. "But it's an honor that I have chosen your son, and you should feel grateful that I'm giving you the chance to live."

She shook her head in confusion. "But, why my son?... He is just a baby..." Her voice had now become a plea. "How can I change your mind? What can I do to make you let him be?"

"It won't harm him; he won't even know for years how special he is."

"But, he's already special... He has his father's heart and so much more... Please, there must be something I can give you instead of him..."

"Not a thing." The pain in her head increased drastically as his anger grew.

She cried out, falling to her knees from the chair as she held her head in her hands.

He was slowly waking up, small fists flailing a little as he cried out at the noise. He felt like something wasn't right; as much as a six month old could anyway.

"Now tell him everything is alright, and to go back to sleep, like a good mommy would."

Marie's voice shook a little as she spoke to her son without moving. "It's alright baby... Mommy's fine, you just go back to sleep ok?" John seemed to cry a little louder, almost like he didn't believe whatever his mommy was saying. She closed her eyes and took a breath. When next she spoke she was calmer. "It's ok sweetie…. Everything is alright..." Her son quieted down, thumb finding his mouth as she fell back into a light sleep.

He smiled as the child grew quiet. "Good, now go to the bathroom and wait."

She froze a moment now. "Wait... Wait for what exactly?" She was slowly getting to her feet, terror filling her heart. The pain increased again as if he was saying do what your damn well told to do. She let out a yet another whimper, trying hard not to wake john again as she managed to stand, stumbling towards and into the bathroom.

The moment she had walked in the bathroom the door was sealed shut as Azazel appeared in the room, pinning the boy down in the bassinet with his powers. He smiled as he spoke to him. "It wont hurt, drink up." He stared wide in fear as he tried to cry out for his mommy, only to find no sounds came out. Azazel's blood dripped down into the boy's mouth, which was open with the attempted cries for help. Tears rolled down the boys cheeks, back into his hair as the blood dripped into his open mouth. Once Azazel had dripped enough blood in, he smiled. "Good boy." He said, patting him on the head now before disappearing. As he disappeared the door to the bathroom was released from its lockdown, as was John. John began crying now in earnest, desperately wanting his mommy.

She slowly left the bathroom, tears staining her cheeks as she walked to her son and picked him up. She held him close as she sat on the bed and rocked him, both of them in tears. It took a good hour before john was calm enough for her to put him back to sleep. She kissed his forehead, pulling the blanket up before tucking him in. She ran her fingers through his hair one last time as she made sure he was asleep. She slowly moved back over to the container of salt she had dropped earlier. She bent, picking it up slowly in her shaky hands. Marie tried not to let herself think of what had happened, of what had been said as she moved to the window, then the door as she laid down thick lines of salt. It took her a while after she did that, but she had managed to save enough salt to make a good circle around her son's bassinet for his protection. As she set the near empty container down on the table she looked at her work. With a quick nod of satisfaction she stepped over the bed. A hand lifted the bedding before she slid her body under the covers, facing him. A smile lit her face as her son turned his head towards her in sleep. With her son encircled in salt she felt a little safer. They were both able to sleep now with John in the relative safety of the salt encircled bassinet.

A/N: Tell me what you think and please be honest. Made quite a few changes and I plan to continue the story. Any guesses on who the archangel that came to her was?