Left Behind

Chapter One: Beginning

Disclaimer: Do not own Supernatural. Only the added characters in this story.

"Mar, come on let's go!" John shouted from the front foyer of the two story house. The floor boards creaked as John shifted his weight while holding two suitcases filled with clothes and other items. The impala was almost all packed and ready to go. He just needed two extra bodies to make they're appearance.

"In a minute!"

Scuffling could be heard from atop the staircase, with faint murmurs of talking drifting through the house. An errant giggle reached the ears of John still waiting and a smirk graced his face. He looked up as a figure could be seen from the top step.

"Once you're done, meet us downstairs, okay?" A faint okay in return was heard. His pregnant wife slowly made her way down the steps and made her way to her husband.

"I am eight months pregnant, John. It takes me awhile to get anywhere quickly."

John kissed his wife and stroked the large bulge of her stomach.

"Just one more month, honey."

"Yeah and then we'll have two children to run after." She smiled, though. She couldn't wait for her their second child to make an appearance. As for her eldest...

"I'm ready!"

"Carefully, Dean!" Mary gasped as her son came all too enthusiastically down the stairs. His blond hair that was carefully combed when she left her four year old son upstairs was now ruffled and askew. His green eyes laughed with laughter. He wasn't in the least scared of falling down as he could see his father right at the bottom step. He would catch him. As Dean landed at the bottom, he walked to his mother.

"See! I dwess myself!"

Mary giggled. "Dean sweetie, why are you wearing your Snoopy pyjama bottoms?"

"I's like it, Mommy!" He squealed as John came up behind him and lifted Dean into his arms.

She sighed, smiling at the antics of her two boys. "I guess its okay." Dean started to bounce in John's arms, "but...you need to change into something more suitable for dinner tonight, k?"

Dean's head was nodding so fast he was so excited! Mary couldn't stop grinning. Today her little family was making their first trip that would take them halfway across the country to hers mothers house in Maine. They were taking the car to the train station in Kansas City where a friend of John's, Matthew Harris, a fellow mechanic, would pick the car up and keep it until they returned. He was the only one he trusted with his car. John didn't want to leave his beloved car behind, but Mary thought it would be a nice experience for Dean to travel in a train. He was always playing with his toy cars and vehicle sets which pleased John to no end that his son was taking somewhat after him for his love of cars. It seemed everything else about Dean took after Mary. Her fair features, green eyes, her love for music, her smile and her simple nature of being easy going. It was all shadowed in Dean.

"You got your Peppy?"

Dean nodded his head showing her his stuffed toy, a black and white dog. He took it everywhere ever since he got it for Christmas the past year. Mary didn't want to think about all the germs on it. Mary leant forward and kissed her son as he sat in John's arms, smiling as he kissed her in return.

"Let's get going, huh?" John placed Dean on the ground and he was off through the front door and running for car.

"Dean!" He skidded to a halt at his father's voice." Wait for us, Champ." Dean sighed dramatically and stooped to look down at a passing caterpillar.

John was carrying the last bags as Mary shut the door of their house behind them.

"Kid's going to give me heart attack." He mumbled to her, as the vision of his son running onto the road popped into his head.

"He knows not to get close to the road."

But it doesn't keep your worry from getting a hold of you. Mary got Dean buckled into the back of the car in his booster seat as John loaded the car and shut the trunk. Soon enough they were down the road heading to the train station.

"Train, train!" Dean clapped his hands as he walked between his mother and father. The ground shook as the oncoming train roared past and slid to a halt before them.

"Dean," John crouched before his son, "You hold on to me or your mother at all times, you understand?" He cupped his son's head with his hand, locking eyes with Dean. John wanted to be holding Dean as they made their way onto the train, but with the baggage, and Mary being too pregnant, it was not possible. Dean nodded his head silently, his suddenly excited nature was gone and his apprehension about going onto the suddenly big and loud machine troubled his face.

John ruffled his hair. "Okay, then. Hold tight, alright?" Dean took a handle full of his father's jeans with one hand and clutched Peppy with the other as the small family made their way slowly forward. Mary was constantly glancing at her son, wanting to keep her eyes on him at all times. If ever she lost him... she shook her head, erasing the thought. It would never happen.

They made their way to doors and went into the packed train, the nicer weather of spring bringing out more people. The train was crowded as people tried to find their seats and to get settled for the trip. Dean bumped into the back of his father's legs as they suddenly stopped.

"Mary?" His father's worried tone had Dean trying to get around to see what was wrong with his Mommy. The small aisle made it difficult. Because of this, people pushed shoved and during the frantic flow of people, his grip was lost on the material of his father's jeans. Dean was unceremoniously herded away from his parent's forms as his call for them was lost amongst the blast of the train whistle. Sun hit his head as he found himself outside of the train. He grasped his small dog to his chest, not knowing where to go with all the people surrounding him.

"Mary, all you okay?" She clutched her stomach, the insistent pains slowly fading.

"I'm fine."

John shook his head. "No we're going to the hospital."

She grabbed his forearm. "John, I'm fine. I bet its false labour contractions. The doctor mentioned it's common. Let's not ruin this outing, okay?"

John looked at her unconvinced.

"Okay, fine. If there is anything else that goes fishy with me, we'll go straight to the hospital, okay?" She implored.

"Yeah, I guess." The tension gradually receded from his shoulder. He gently took her hand and eased her forward. John reached to his side for his son, but he met only air.

"Dean?" John turned around, looking down to where he last saw Dean by his side. Only now, there was no one. Mary gasped as her heart rate sped up. No, no, no, no....

"John where's Dean." Her voice wavered. Her head turned around frantically, searching for the small blond haired boy. Her body turned every which way.

"He came with us onto the train, didn't her?" John asked her. Mary was shaking so he grasped her upper arms. She immediately grasped him back.

"John, where's Dean!" Her voice came out as a sob and she clenched her hand around the fabric of his shirt. She locked her teary eyes with his.

"Wait here." He shook himself off and walked forwards, towards the way they had entered the train. He ignored the people and strode ahead, wanting desperately to find his son. A sudden lurch beneath his feet stopped him cold. They were leaving the station. Shit.

"No!" He ran forward until he was blocked by one of the attendants.

"Sir, we are now travelling you must get into your seat for tickets."

"Listen, I can't find my son..." She looked at him worriedly and nodded.

"I'm sure he is on the train, sir, I'll alert the other attendants about a missing child, but I need you to please take your seat."

John shook his head insistently, not wanting to stop searching for his son, but was herded back the way he came from, towards his wife, who had sat down clutching her hands to her chest. At seeing John return, she stood and searched to see if he had Dean. At seeing nothing she searched his face and crumpled into tears, and slumped back into the seat. John came to her side and took her into his arms, trying to keep her calm. The thought of his son alone and scared had his heart gripping tighter.

"Sir?" The attendant from John's side asked. "Do you have a picture we could go by?"

Mary sniffled and shakily searched through her purse. She pulled out a small photo of Dean that was taken that Christmas as they had sent the photo in the cards they sent to family members. She reluctantly handed it over, not wanting to give up anything that reminded her of her son.

The attendant smiled sadly at the troubled mother. "We'll do our best to find him. We'll call the station to look out for a small boy in case he's not on the train."

Mary nodded stiffly, turning her head to look out the window, her hand unclasped tightly with her husband's. Her heart felt broken, not together, and empty without her precious son by her side.

"His name?"

"Dean Winchester." She said brokenly.

Dean kept his little head swivelling around, hoping to see his parents come find him, his Daddy to save him.

"Daddy?" His bottom lip quivered as he held his stuffed toy.

"Mommy?" The tentative reply sounded. People scurried past; too busy getting to their destinations to mind the small boy standing alone on the train platform. An occasional bump from swinging handbags nearly toppled the small child. Dean slowly walked to a bench in the shadows of the building, wanting to get away from the train that started to pull away from the station. A sob racked his frame, tears starting to fall from his eyes, realizing that he was alone, and his parents were gone.

I could just picture a little kid crying, alone on a bench in my head and tried to put it in words. So sad :( Let me know what you think!