Supernatural

1-2-3 The Devil's After Me.

Pilot Part 1

Author's note: Sister Winchester AU.

This AU has plagued me for quite sometime. I was a Barista for 2 years and had to have something to occupy my mind while I cleaned the dining area-that seated 46. (So lots of time to think every night.)

IMPORTANT ADDITIONAL NOTE: THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS (1-5) USED TO BE ON BIG PART, IF YOU HAVE ALREADY READ THIS WHEN IT WAS 1 CHAPTER- YOU CAN SKIP TO CHAPTER 5. THERE HAVE BEEN SOME THINGS ADDED BACK STORY WISE, ALONG WITH SOME BITS TO GET RID OF INCONSISTENCIES.

You were given this life because you're strong enough to live it.

-Ain Eineziz

~~Lawrence Kansas

~*~November 2nd 1983~*~

There was a flicker of a street lamp at the blocks corner, making the man's shadow ripple like a pond. He had gone unseen by many, but he could see his target perfectly- that was al that mattered. The clock was done ticking, and it was time the deal came do. His yellow eyes caught the street light before it's erratic flightering stopped and emerged them into darkness. The light above the house driveway started to flicker above the mail box for a moment. The family name was written on the box in bright blue. As the light flickered the name seemed to blink like a neon sign. The Yellowed Eyed man knew he had the right place. There was no doubt.

The Winchesters.

A loud roar followed by two shrill screams sounded down the hallway. Two kids, about knee high flew past the nursery. The boy, naked as could be, still with suds in his hair, the girl, in nothing but a towel tied around her shoulders like a cape were both still soaking wet and was trying to delay bedtime to its latest possible hour.

Mary shook her head. At least her daughter was somewhat decent. Dean had left his towel behind with his father. Speaking of which…. he came thundering down the hall trying to capture the wayward toddlers.

"FEE-FIY-FO-FUM!" He yelled, his shirt was soaked, and he even sported some suds in his hair as well. (Courtesy of Dean no doubt). He had a towel in his hand, and a goofy grin on his face.

"Need me to take over?" Mary asked, gently bouncing her youngest in her arms. He was almost asleep despite the noise.

"No," he responded in the 'giant's' voice. "Just show me where the children have gone. Yummy I love me some children…" he said with exaggerated eating sounds. "On-nom-nom."

Giggling came from the linen closet down the hall.

John shushed Mary loudly. "I think I hear them now…." He took big giant stomps till he was at the door. "Could they be…. here?!" he opened the door and the screaming started up the reflexes of a former marine, he wrapped his stark-naked son in his towel and through him over his shoulder, and grabbed his girl much the way. "Hahah, I got you!"The laughing and squealing got louder, "Back to my lair!" he said, stomping back to the bathroom.

"John," Mary called, sticking her head out the door.

He turned sharply, little feet fanned around him. "Yes, my one and only true love?" he asked smiling so wide his eyes crinkled.

"Ew, mushy gushy stuff." The young boy whispered.

"Let's try and have them settled before midnight okay?" Mary laughed.

"Yes, ma'am." He said, setting the children down in front of the bathroom. "First one free of suds, and in their P'J's gets to pick the story tonight."

The children exchanged a look and jumped in the water that had gone cold long ago

.It still took another half hour to get the kids suds free, dry, and in their P'J's.

John found Mary leaning over their baby's crib, whispering to him."Sweet dreams little Sammy, sister and brother will come say goodnight soon."

"The little monsters are brushing their teeth now." John informed.

"Who gets the story tonight?" Mary asked, wrapping her arm around her husband's waist. Her forehead furrowed as she frowned, "You're absolutely soaked."

"I blame the sea-monkeys." He stole a quick kiss. "Natalie gets to pick. She beat Dean in the dressing-the-fastest- game."

Mary laughed. "All she had to do was slip on her nightdress."

"I know," John said, "I gotta teach that boy to pick his battles," he said, grabbing her hands, "Mind doing the reading while I go dry off?"

"Sure thing."

It was nearing close to 8:00, considerably long past bedtimes. But Halloween was a few nights ago, and both her little ones still had a fair amount of sugar in their systems from their after dinner candy splurge. Not to mention they both opted out of nap time. Mary walked into the nursery again, her 3 year old girl on one hip, wet pigtails soaking in her shoulder, and her rambunctious 4 year old, on her other hip, his damp hair wetting her other shoulder. "Ready to tell your baby brother goodnight?" She bent down so they could slide down her sides, their feet gently touching back to the ground.

They approached Sam's crib on tip toes like they did every night. He was staring up at them with big eyes. She lifted Dean first."Night Sam." He said, kissing his little forehead.

Mary sat him down and lifted Natalie."Night Sammy." She kissed his nose.

Mary gave a quick kiss too. She had told Dean and Natalie when Sam was born that babies needed lots of kisses to grow big and strong.

"Hello munchkins." John said from the doorway.

It was like they haven't seen their father in years. "Daddy!" they both exclaimed and ran into him.

"Oomph!" he laughed a little as the air was knocked out of him as two heavy heads hit his belly.

"You got them?" Mary asked.

"Yeah, I got 'em," he smiled, "Lets go kiddos, Goodnight Sam," he said before leaving. Mary smiled fondly as John led them to their room, letting her hand brush lovingly across her husband's shoulder as he left. Their babies were growing too fast. She leaned her head against the doorframe, just staring at her littlest baby.

Six months old already. Where had half the year gone? Her Sammy was going to be running along with his siblings before she knew it. "Goodnight Love," She flicked off the lights.

Sam laid in his cot, the mobile above his head spun around in a lazy circle, a tinkling sound made a soft lullaby, and his clock ticking away...until it all stopped. Plunging the room into silence. There was something odd in his room.

Mary laid in bed, a small burst of noise from the baby monitor rousing her from sleep. She turned over,to stare at the blinking monitor. It was John's turn. "John." She whispered, trying to feel for him in bed, clicking her lamp on to see. His side was empty, his pillow cold, he hadn't been there in a while. Sighing, she slid across the bed, and padded her way to the hall, turning on the hall lights as she went. Sam made another noise. "I'm coming baby…" she whispered, shuffling her feet down the hall.

Looking in Sam's door, she saw John's silhouette against the moonlit window, maybe he'd been up watching the children. It wasn't the first time she found him like this. "John, is he hungry?" she whispered.

He simply half turned, and whispered, "Shhhhh."

Mary shrugged. "Okay," and headed back to bed. Then the hall light started to flicker. Curious, and worried, she silently walked to the wall lamp and tapped the glass shade. It continued to flicker madly until it calmed.

Then sounds from downstairs distracted her sleep muddled thoughts. She padded down the stairs, hearing the sound of voices from the television. Curious, she went down the stairs and peeked around the wall. Her heart nearly stopped in horror. If that was John snoring in his chair….

"Oh my God," she breathed, taking off up the stairs, "Sammy!" she called, "Sammy!" She burst into the nursery, to confront the man standing over her son's crib. He turned, and Mary gasped in horror, "No…"

"Oh yes, sweetheart." His eyes flashed to yellow, "You interrupted."

Mary screamed as loud as she could to alert John. Then everything faded to nothing.

John woke to a start at Mary's cry. "No!"

It was full of fear and sorrow. John thought the worst. it had come from the nursery. "Mary!" John called, nearly tripping as he went up the stairs.

"Daddy?" two sleepy voices called, as he past their room.

"Stay there!" he said sternly, "Mary!" he called, and she still hadn't answered him. John burst open the nursery door, it bounced back loudly against the wall, immediately, Sammy made his 'upset' gargle at being startled. John quickly walked to Sammy's cot; he smiled as he looked up at John's face. Finally able to breathe he smiled back, "Hey bud. You okay? Where's mommy?" he asked, Mary still cried out, he had to find her.

'What the hell?' He wondered as something dripped onto the bedding, barely missing Sam's forehead. He went to touch it, to investigate, then three more drops splattered onto his hand. It was warm and sticky and the coppery smell hit his nose like smelling salts.

Blood?

He looked up and thought his heart fell to his feet. Mary was on the ceiling, mouth open in horror, and eyes blank. There was a big gaping wound across her belly, her blood soaking through her nightgown.

"Mary!" he called.

She didn't answer, didn't even scream as flames spontaneously burst around her and started to consume her body. "No!" John screamed again. How could this night turn so horrific so fast?

Regaining his wits, he scooped Sammy out of his cot; the poor thing was screaming and crying in horror. He didn't know that his mother was now gone. Sammy didn't know his life will now never be the same.

Once John entered the hall, he found Natalie and Dean holding onto each other, right where he left them. He placed Sam in Dean's arms.

"Get your brother and sister outside, don't look back, go Dean go!" He gave a gentle push, Dean nodded and quickly they both took off down the stairs, making his sister go in front. He went back to the nursery to see if there was any hope in saving Mary at all. The stink of burning flesh filled the room. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to shield his eyes from the heat and the light of the fire as it surged and grew.

Dean and Natalie stopped in the yard and looked up at Sam's window, they could still hear the roar of the fire; Sam made a noise in Dean's arms. "It's okay Sam." Dean said, Natalie scooted closer, fingers curling in his pajama top.

"Where's daddy?" Natalie whispered.

He appeared moments later, scooping all three kids into his arms at once. "I got you." He said, a little breathless, and ran them to the safety of the Impala parked across the street. They had barely made it to the road before the windows exploded.

The little family sat on the hood of their car. The father, holding his six-month old in his arms, and his four and three year old huddled close on opposite sides, wide eyes stared at the flurry of policemen, and firemen trying to save their house

John tried to hold in his trembling. His children needed him to be strong for them. Once the sun comes up, he's going to make a plan to hunt whoever- or whatever did this.

He pressed his lips to his youngest head, grateful his youngest would never remember this night.

He had work to do.