Lawrence, Kansas
"Come on, let's say good night to your brother." Mary Winchester said as she brought her oldest son, Dean, into her youngest's room.
She set Dean down and the four-year-old ran over to the crib where a gurgling six-month-old baby lay.
"Good night, Sam." Dean said, leaning over the crib to give his brother a kiss.
Mary came up behind Dean, "Goodnight, love." She whispered before kissing her son on the forehead.
A man came into the room, "Hey, Dean."
Dean spun around and ran towards the man, "Daddy!"
"Hey, buddy!" John Winchester exclaimed as he picked up his child, "What do you think? Do you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"
Dean shook his head, "No, Daddy."
"No?"
Mary walked up to her son and husband and put a hand on Dean's back, "You got him?"
"I got him." John assured and Mary walked out of the room.
Dean wrapped his arms around his dad's neck and laid his head on John's shoulders while John rubbed his back and looked at the baby in the crib, "Sweet dreams, Sam."
John turned off the light and walked to Dean's room.
Mary was sleeping and John was downstairs on the recliner, also asleep. Sam started to cry and Mary woke up to the sound that came through her baby monitor on her night stand. She groaned and sat up to turn on the lamp,
"John?" She looked over and saw that he wasn't beside her.
She then took off the blanket and walked to Sam's room. She stopped in the doorway when she saw a man, who she thought was John, standing over the crib, looking down at Sam.
"John, is he hungry?" Marry asked.
'Shhhh." The man replied.
"Okay." Mary responded before turning around and walking back to her room, ignoring the light at the end of the hallway that flickered.
3 years later
Dean was now seven and Sam was three. The family of four is now a family of five. Mary had a little girl and named her Effy Winchester. Effy was six months old and Mary brought her sons into the baby's room that night.
"Night night, Effy-Bear." Sam said to his little sister before Mary picked the little boy up and brought him to his room.
"Say goodnight, Dean. You have school in the morning." John said from the doorway.
"Goodnight, little sister." Dean whispered before kissing her nose and going over to his dad.
"Goodnight, Effy." John said before taking his son to his room to sleep. Again, like the night three years before, John was downstairs sleeping with the tv on. Effy saw a man with yellow eyes come towards her and she started crying.
Mary sat up and looked over,
"Damn it, John." She mumbled as she got up and went across the hallway and into Effy's room.
She saw the man again, "You got her?"
"Shush." The man snapped and turned towards her.
"You." Mary whispered.
"Times up, Mary."
Mary scream and John bolted up from the chair, "Mary!"
He ran up the stairs and into Effy's room, "Mary!"
John didn't see Mary, and only heard Effy's cries. John picked his daughter up, "Shhh. It's okay."
He saw blood in her crib, and he dipped his finger in it before looking at it. He kept his hand in the crib for a moment before more blood dripped on his hand. John looked up to the ceiling and saw his wife, very pale, and blood across her stomach.
"No! Mary!" John exclaimed as he fell backwards to the floor and clutched Effy to him.
Fire burst out from Mary and the ceiling, and his wife, started to burn. John quickly got up and ran into the hallway where he ran into his sons.
"Daddy!" Dean exclaimed.
"Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can!" John yelled as he handed the baby to Dean, "Don't look back! Now, Dean, go!"
Dean did what he was told. With one arm he held Effy, and with his other hand he held Sammy's as they ran downstairs and outside. John ran back into his daughter's room and looked u at the ceiling, "Mary!"
Mary was engulfed by the flames and the whole room started to burn. John had no choice but to run outside. He couldn't leave his three children alone in the world.
Dean ran outside with Sam and Effy. Effy was still crying, and Sam started to, too.
"It's okay, Sammy." Dean tried to comfort his brother as he stared at his house. John ran outside and grabbed his boys and ran to the street just as Effy's window exploded. Eventually the fire department came and neighbors gathered outside to watch as the house fire was put out. John held Effy in his arms, leaning on the front of his car with his boys sitting next to him.
That night is what started it all.