The whole second floor was dark, as Mary Winchester carried her son and daughter upstairs into the baby's room. As she switched the light on she placed both of her young children down.
"Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother," she said, smiling as the two near identical children walked up to the crib and each gave the baby a kiss.
"Night, Sam." came from Dean, as he straightened back up, making room for his little sister, Charlee.
She stroked her little baby brother's face, smiling her little baby smile and spoke, "Night, Sammy."
Mary herself then bent over the bed, stroking and kissing her six month old son good night. "Good night, love." she whispered down to him, before placing another kiss on his forehead.
"Hey, Kids." came from a dark voice behind them, and all three of the Winchesters spun round. Dean and Charlee smiled and ran towards their father.
"Daddy!" came from both of them as they launched themselves into John Winchesters arms.
"Hey, Buddy." He hugged Dean first, and then turned his attention to his daughter, "Hello there, Angel. So what do you think? Is Sammy ready to toss around a football yet?"
Both of the Winchester children laughed, "No, daddy."
John laughed along with his two oldest children. A proud smile came to his face, as looked towards his wife. He handed her Charlee, so that the two year old girl could get into bed.
"You got Dean?" she asked as she walked out the room.
"I got him." John replied, still smiling proudly. He looked towards Sam and hugged Dean tightly to him, "Sweet Dreams, Sam." With that he turned, and shut off the light to the nursery, leaving Sam in the dark.
The hours went by, and apart from the TV downstairs nothing could be heard out of the Winchester house. But Mary still woke up, due to the sound of the baby monitor. She rolled over, switched on the bedside light and spoke, "John?"
As she looked towards her husband's side of the bed she realized he had yet to come to bed. She sighed before she got up. This seriously had to change, she was always getting up to Sam in the night, and John was always crashed out in front of the TV with a bottle of brew. But then again she should have realized that the sounds coming from the baby phone weren't Sam, but it was Static. But she was tired and it had been 10 years since anything like that had happened in her life. Walking down the hallway, she stifled a yawn and rubbed her eyes. Sam's room was only across the hall, so it didn't take her long. As she reached the doorway, she could see a man standing over the crib, thinking it was John she spoke, "John? Is he hungry?"
"Shhh!" was her only reply.
"Ok." She murmured and turned to go back to bed, when she noticed the hallway light, that they always left on for Charlee, flickering. She frowned tiredly and walked towards it. That was when she noticed that the TV was still on downstairs. And John always turned it off when he came to bed. Slowly, thinking John had forgotten it, she walked down the stairs. Only to realize that John wasn't in Sam's bedroom like she thought he was. He was snoring on the Couch.
"Oh my god." Slipped through her lips and she ran panicking back upstairs to Sam's bedroom. "Sam? Sammy?" she called out in panic.
A loud and piercing scream from upstairs woke John up, at first he was a little uncertain it hadn't come from the TV, but he soon realized it was his wife. "Mary?" he called,
"Mary!" he called again after he got no reply.
He raced up the stairs, busted into Sam's nursery, but he couldn't see his wife anyway, only Sam cooing in his crib. He walked over to the baby panting, "Hey, Sammy. You ok?"
He smiled down at his youngest child, who was cooing back up at him. Then suddenly something dripped from the ceiling. John looked towards the drop confused. He reached towards it, as if to wipe it away, when more droplets came down from the ceiling. Confused he looked up to see his wife stuck to the ceiling, her stomach badly slashed open.
"No, Mary! No!" he cried, but her lifeless body went up in flames. Sam started crying in his crib, and John knew he had to get his kids out of the house, to safety. He grabbed Sam from the crib and raced out into the hallway, where Dean stood.
"Daddy?" the confused 4 year old asked.
John could hear Charlee screaming from her bedroom, unable to get out of her cot, he passed Sam to Dean and ordered, "Take your brother outside as fast as you can, and don't look back! Now, Dean! Go!"
Dean raced down the stairs and out of the house, while John raced back into the nursery, "MARY! MARY!"
But he realized there was no chance of saving his beautiful wife, so he raced to Charlee's bedroom the last door down the hall, right next to Deans, and grabbed her from the cot.
Once Dean was outside, he looked up to Sam's bedroom window, speaking calmly to his brother he said, "Its ok, Sammy."
But before he could say anything else, John was there. He bundled all three of his kids up into his arms, racing away from the house, as the windows exploded.
An hour later, the rest of the Winchesters were sat on the front of Johns Impala, watching as firefighters put out the fire that had killed Mary Winchester. John hugged Sam to his chest, kissing his forehead, while Dean and Charlee huddled together next to him. His children were scared to death, but for John it was time for revenge…