Disclaimer: Don't own and this is fake. Never happened.
Prologue: Little Red Box
Lawrence, Kansas. November 2, 1983
Sun blazing against the clear blue backdrop, cheering the little boy up, happiness written in every movement of the boy's face. John and Dean were playing with the football again, Dean trying to actually tackle his father, while to John it was only pretend. Dean secretly enjoying the moments of being shoved in the grass and tickled for his efforts to get the ball.
I just laughed and whispered something about playing football to my little newborn watching the scene with wide sleep filled eyes. Almost calculating every move with his eyes flicking back and forth. A strange look for a baby.
Calling my boys over, I made them sit as gentlemanly as possible; earning me small glares and pouts in return. All was forgiven though with the food I'd brought on our little outing.
Afterwards, Sammy had gotten cranky; John and I had become preoccupied with trying to make the two month old feel better. We had only taken our eyes off of Dean for a moment and when we turned back around, he was gone. Vanished.
And after all this time we're still trying to find out where he is.
After putting her journal back into it's hiding place, Mary headed over towards the closet to retrieve the box that she had created in honor of her missing son. She walked back over to her side of the bed and sat down on the edge and began began looking at the things she had stuffed away those few months before. It had taken her this long to come this far, to acknowledge that he might be gone.
That he may never come back. Mary liked to believe that he was still out there, somewhere. She knew that he was, even if she had no proof. She just wished people were as optimistic as she was because in time she would find her son, and only then will she be able to find peace. It still hurt her to think about that day. That fear she felt when her world tumbled spectacularly around her, after hours of searching and broken promises.
The paranoia, as she had looked in small corners, thinking that she would see him, turned into dreams of reaching out to him, telling him angels were watching over him. But even that didn't last long, quickly they turned into nightmares of pools of yellow, flames licking her feet burning brands into her skin. And watching crest fallen as a non de script man around her age, screamed in terror, tears spilling across his cheeks, eyes never leaving hers. All because of her.
They'd spent these past four months searching, they were still searching and kept tabs on all the police hotlines. The search for Dean had only gone towards the Tri-State areas, police too stupid to realize that this person was smart enough to leave town.
She'd begged John to do their own search but John pointed out very wisely, "where would we start, Mary, and what if they find him and we're not there? I damn well want to be here when they find my son!" Mary didn't have the guts to correct him with what ifs.
Mary found herself trying to get closer to her little boy, after she rifled through Dean's box and looked through all it's contents; soaking it all into her memory, so she'd never forget.
And then just like that, she finished.
With one last glance at the contents of the box, Mary then slipped outside of the room to say goodnight to Sammy; her newly turned six month old. She didn't put the box away this time. Not this time.
Never again.
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A/N: WARNINGS BEWARE: Gore, Demonic Possession, Grave Digging and or Robbing, Guns Guns and More Guns, Pyromania, Some GraphicViolence, Corse Language, Hurt/ Winchesters and one Moore, Acts of a Sexual Nature, Some Heavy Pot Usage (at least in the beginning), and Eventual WINCEST. Don't read if this is not your thing.
The newly changed story has gone under construction because I've finally found where I am taking this story. Anyway, there is going to be switches from past to present, so watch out for that. And also watch out for different styles of writing (snippet form and ongoing story form).
Some people don't end up dead either, seeing as this is an Alternate Universe. It's going to be a long journey in to everyone's psyche because of this one tragic indecent. And a look into the what ifs that never made it into the series. Spoilers for all three seasons, just done a little differently.
This is still going to be a Ten Inch Hero crossover but that won't come until later. I hope everyone will enjoy reading this just as much as I am writing it.
Thank you so much to those who commented on the original. Really you have no idea how happy that made me, and inspired me to keep moving with this.
Constructive criticism is appreciated.