Summary: My take on what it must have been like growing up for Sam and Dean, from baby Sam to college Sam etc.
Thanks to Super Wiki for the transcript on the pilot ep, helped in chapter one a lot! I own my imagination so you can't sue me for that!
Chapter One: Losing Mary Winchester
Mary had just finished getting Dean ready for bed and carried him up to his 6-month-old brother Sam's room.
'Come on' she smiled at her eldest son. 'Let's say goodnight to your brother'
Dean gives Sam a kiss on the forehead.
'Good night Sam' he said.
They are both such adorable and sweet children, Mary thought. I just know they're going to be close as they get older and they're going to turn into such wonderful adults.
John walks into the room and sees his wife and Dean beside Sam's crib.
'Hey Dean' he greets.
'Daddy!' the little boy runs and jumps into his father's arms happily.
'Hey buddy!' John said. 'What do ya think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?'
'No, daddy' Dean said and almost rolled his eyes then.
'No?' John asked as though the answer made no sense to him.
'You got him?' Mary asked her husband.
'I got him' John replied and turns off the light. 'Sweet dreams, Sam' He then leaves the room and little Sam looks up at the mobile that is just above his head, which then starts to turn all on it's own. The clock on his wall also stops and his nightlight flickers.
In his parent's room where Mary is sleeping, the baby monitor is on, but there is a lot of static and faint crying from baby Sam.
Mary awakes and turns on the bedside light.
'John?' she looks over and sees that her husband is not there beside her. She gets up and walks across the hall to Sam's room. She sees a man standing over Sam's crib and assumes him to be her husband.
'John, is he hungry?'
'Shh' the man told her.
'Okay' Mary replied and starts heading back to her room but notices that the light down the hall is flickering. Mary goes to tap on it to try and get it to stop.
'Hmm' she saids and hears that the TV is on. She walks down the stairs to find John asleep in front of it.
Realisation kicks in and she runs back up the stairs, back to Sam's room.
'Sammy! Sammy!' she panicked.
John was torn from his slumber by the sound of Mary's scream; he jumps up quickly.
'Mary!? Mary! Mary!' he runs up to Sam's room and throws open the door, looking around in panic. He takes a breath as nothing seems to be wrong and walks over to Sam's crib, looking down at him.
'Hey Sammy. Okay' he saids and sees something red drip onto the sheet in the crib just by Sam's head. John sticks his finger in it as the red continues to drip on his hand. John looks up and sees Mary on the ceiling.
'No! Mary!'
Just after he'd said that, Mary bursts into flames and baby Sam starts crying loudly. John picks him up and begins to run down the hall, in which he sees little Dean.
'Daddy!' Dean saids the moment he saw him.
John sees no choice and he just didn't want to leave Mary, so he hands baby Sam to Dean.
'Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go!' he told his son and Dean runs downstairs with his little brother as John runs back into Sam's nursery.
Dean runs out the front door at full speed with little Sam and looks back up to Sam's window. Sam starts to cry a little and Dean tries to comfort him.
'It's okay, Sam' he said and tried not to cry himself.
John runs up from behind Dean as he held his brother and grabs them.
'I gotcha' John said as he kept running.
The windows of the house explode outwards from the fire as an ambulance pulls up to their house.
'It's all right; I got it' a fireman was saying as they got to work and the police was pushing back onlookers.
'Stay back! Stay back' he was saying.
Sam was very uncomfortable and letting out an upset sound every few seconds as John held him, and Dean was right beside him while they all sat on the car.
The three boys just stared at the scene before them as the fire fighters did the best they could to put out the fire that not only destroyed their home and belongings but it signified the loss of Mary Winchester…
One year later…
John kicked open the door and put his two sons down. Dean helped his toddler brother over to the couch, as the little boy still couldn't walk. John dumped some bags on his bed and two others in the room beside him that had only one bed as well. He looked down at his young boys and tried to ignore the guilt that was building up inside him. They didn't deserve this, but he didn't know what else to do.
'Daddy?' Dean asked as his father grabbed a shotgun and his jacket. 'No, don't leave again!' Dean pleaded and wrapped his arms around his father's legs in hope of making him stay.
'Get off' John sighed, this was a usual routine every time he had to go out to hunt or train. 'I'll be back before dinner, get your brother some food' John then pried his pleading son from his legs and shut the door behind him. It was so hard fro him to do this to them, and Dean was only five years old! John hated it but he had work to do…
Dean sat on the floor and tried not to cry. He sniffed loudly and turned to his younger brother. Sam looked at him and reached out to him.
'Dean!' Sam yelled and squirmed for his brother.
Dean wiped his eyes and smiled at Sam. 'No more Dee?' he asked as this was the first time that Sam was able to say his full name. 'Come on Sammy' Dean went over and helped his growing brother off the couch. 'You hungry?' Dean asked and found one of the bags that their father had left on the table.
Sam nodded and tried to help as Dean struggled to put his brother on a chair.
'Okay, well there's not much…how about lucky charms?' Dean pulled a new box of lucky charms from the bag as he himself had to use a chair in order to reach over the table.
'Charms!' Sam bounced on his seat happily and pulled himself to his feet with the help of the table. It was the only was he was able to see over it.
Dean smiled and grabbed a bowel and spoon.
'No milk' Dean noticed as he went through the bag. 'Daddy forgot milk again' Dean saw Sam sit back down sadly and looked like he was about to cry.
'It's okay Sammy' Dean said and went through his pockets for some dollars that he'd saved up. 'I can use my money and we can get milk okay?'
Sammy nodded and smiled.
'Milk' he replied and Dean helped him from the seat.
'But I can't leave you here' Dean thought and watched his brother sitting on the floor. 'Can you stand up Sammy?' Dean asked, as he knew there was no way he could carry Sam down the street to the store.
Sam looked around and crawled over to the coffee table in front of the couch. He used it to pull himself to his feet, even if he was still a bit wobbly.
Dean grinned and walked over to Sam. 'Good work Sammy, now put one foot in front of the other, like this' he stood beside Sam and slowly walked away as Sam watched Dean's feet. Sam looked at his own feet with his widened eyes and took a shaky step.
'That's it!' Dean cheered. 'You can do it!'
Sam giggled and clapped his hands, releasing his hold on the table and he fell backwards onto his nappy and started crying.
Dean rushed over to comfort his little brother.
'It's okay Sammy, but that just means we won't be able to get milk' Dean sighed and noticed Sam wasn't upset.
'No milk!' Sam said and crawled over to the table, using it to stand himself up. He reached for the box and Dean had to grab it for him before Sam tipped it everywhere, as it was open. Sam pleaded for the box and reached in to grab a handful of the cereal. He stuffed the handful in his mouth and sat on the floor happily.
'Okay' Dean shrugged. 'Suit yourself' Dean smiled and went over to the table to see what else there was.
'Some fruit, bread, butter and jam' Dean read out as he placed the contents on the table beside the shopping bag. 'Coffee for dad, packets of oatmeal and some other things' the five-year-old said and then dragged Sam over to the couch with his box. Dean sat on the couch while Sam was happy to stay on the floor. Dean settled himself for some TV while Sam ate handful after handful of lucky charms.
After many hours, John parked the Impala outside their house and opened the door. He removed his jacket and hung it up on the stand, also placing his shotgun by the door. He turned to see Dean asleep on the couch, holding Sam tightly in his arms protectively. A half empty box of lucky charms, two empty glasses and an apple core were littered on the floor and coffee table near them.
John felt proud, but at the same time guilty as he hadn't come home until two hours after dinner time and the poor boys must be starving.
He went to the kitchen and looked around at the shopping. Not much, he'd have to perform another credit card scam, not something he preferred to do, but he'd have to if he didn't want his kids living on cereal. John was tired and not in the mood to attempt at cooking so he went and picked up a pizza instead.
The smell of a fresh pizza woke the boys and Dean smiled to see his dad was home again.
'Daddy!' Dean got up and ran over to him, hugging him around the legs.
'Hey Dean' John smiled and glanced over to Sam. The toddler was climbing down from the couch and using the coffee table to steady himself.
'Da!' Sam called and since Dean wasn't helping him he had to find a way to reach his daddy by himself so he stared at his feet and took a step until he was sure he wasn't about to topple over backwards, he release the coffee table cautiously and took a few more wobbly steps.
'Dada!' Sam yelled again as he slowly made his way over to Dean and John with his wobbly, toddler legs.
John had tears in his eyes as he watched his youngest son shakily walk over to him and collapse in front of him. Sam crawled closer and hugged his father the best he could.
'Way to go Sammy!' Dean cheered and hugged his brother. 'You see that daddy?' Dean looked up at his crying father. 'What's wrong?' Dean asked.
'Nothing' John shook his head happily and picked Sam up. 'That's my boy' he said.
Sam giggled and touched his father's face. 'Dada!' he hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
John smile got bigger and he felt a tug at his pants. He looked down to see Dean getting impatient and looked a bit left out. John picked Dean up as well and looked at his two boys proudly.
Mary would be so proud, he thought. She taught Dean how to walk and now Dean taught little Sam to walk. John put the boys down and opened the box of pizza. He walked over to the couch and sat the boys on it with a slice of pizza each. John placed the box on the table and sat between his sons as they watched Tv and ate pizza in silence.
Yes, Mary would be very proud, John smiled, But I leave them alone while I'm out hunting…I don't think she would ever forgive me for doing something like that. John's guilt resurfaced but it didn't stay strong as both of his sons snuggled against him to get warm and smiled. Yeah, he had to hunt and leave little Dean to look after his baby brother, but they still had small moments like these that made them a family.
Author's notes: So? Whatcha think? I will be putting the next chapter up soon. I am in the process of many fanfics but i jsut had to do this one and I love it! I Graduate in a few days do by the weekend i will have loads of time to work on all of my fics! I'll be getting the Supernatural DVD's next week too hopfully (have a lot taped though:P)
Anyways...whatcha think? I would really love to know your thoughts on this ficcy so yeah, please review :)