I want to start off by saying this is not my original story. That belongs to Dr. Serpico. Everything that is done it's because of them. Thank you so much for trusting me with this story, and I hope I don't let you down.

Please comment and Enjoy, especially you Dr. Serpico! I hope I didn't butcher this.

John Winchester knew something was wrong since the first time, the first time his little son Sam Winchester came into the world. His son didn't come kicking and screaming like his first born, Dean, but instead Sam was quiet and still. His heart had stopped when the doctors rushed his little miracle out of the room, leaving his wife Mary and him confused and full of fear. They both sat there in silence praying their son would be alright.

After what seemed like an eternity, a nurse walked in with a screaming baby boy lungs working proudly. As John held his son for the first time, he felt maybe he what he was feeling was wrong. Maybe he was just scared about being a dad again. When he handed his little Sammy to his wife, who cuddled and traced around Sam's face, the doctor silently lead John out his face was grim.

John felt his heart drop lower into his chest as the doctor explained that his little Sammy, though appeared to be fine, had a major health problem. "You see, Mr. Winchester," The doctor's voice was soft and he was watching John watch Mary playing with Sammy who seemed to be already laughing and enjoying life. "When your son was born, he didn't have enough oxygen to his brain. He'll be requiring special care for the rest of his life."

"But he'll live?" John asked his eyes never leaving his wife and newborn. "He'll live at least?"

"Yes, he'll live." John's heart felt a little bit lighter as he nodded. The doctor forced a smile before watching as John, walked back into the room to hold his special miracle son.

"Is everything alright, John?" Mary asked her eyes locking onto her husband's. John opened his mouth to tell her what he had just learned, but he didn't want to ruin this happy moment, so he just smiled and nodded kissing his wife gently on the forehead. And together they looked at their precious son, and baby brother to their rambunctious four year old.

~DSCWin~

John had told Mary what the doctor had said a few days after they brought Sammy home, after Mary noticed that Sam would stare off into space for moments without much movement. But as she picked him up Sam would snap out of his haze and become his happy baby self. Even Dean noticed something was off about his baby brother.

"Is Sammy broken?" He had asked his mother one night after placing Sam to bed. Mary looked up at John who cleared his throat.

"John?" Mary asked sensing something heartbreaking.

"Dean, buddy," John said pulling his four year old closer towards him. "Your brother isn't broken. He's just going to need a lot of help. But don't worry, as long as your mother and I are here, I'm sure that everything will work out perfectly."

Then the night of the fire. The night John's life took a turn for the worse. Mary was very supportive giving him hope that their son would be just fine. But when he found her pinned to the ceiling, and seeing a gash across her stomach, his hope of every having a normal life for Sammy burned up just as Mary's body did. His mind moved from taking care of his special needs son and older son to concentrating on vengeance on the thing that took his wife, his kids' mother, his rock.

~DSCWin~

For two years John immersed himself in study, shooting practice, and Latin speaking. He didn't completely shut out his sons. At first Sam seemed to be just a little slower then when Dean was Sam's age, and kept telling himself that maybe Sam would be a normal kid after all. But after a couple of years of hunting his sons' care takers while he was out on hunts, fellow hunters Robert Singer or Pastor Jim, would call him with alarming news, saying Sammy's been acting strange.

John would come home to find Sammy struggling to sit up or talk in any type of coherent babble. He thought back to when his oldest was already taking steps and talking at two. John picked up his youngest who smiled and nuzzled him. His brown hair bouncing as he moved his head back and forth. "Jim," John said walking back towards the front door, "Watch Dean. I'll be back shortly."

~DSCWin~

The doctor's just confirmed that fear. Sam had brain damage. Something at first, John wasn't worried about him. He just thought Sam was just learning things at his own speed, but now it was inevitable to be normal. "Don't give up hope, Mr. Winchester." The doctor said as they watched Sam begin to reach for blocks to play with but kept missing. "Mr. Winchester, there have been cases where kids who have been in the same position as your son. They're living independent lives and even have families."

John knew that Sam would never have an independent life. Not with that thing that had killed Mary still out there. His eyes fell on his son who now held on to the block as if it were his only purpose of life. Nodding John asked for the exercises that could help make his son able to take care of himself while he was determined to bring Mary's killer to justice. But as once he got home, Dean seemed to sense he was to be put in charge of something important by they way his father talked to Pastor Jim or Bobby about his brother Sam.

~DSCWin~

"What I have to do now?" John asked pastor Jim who had taken up watching the boys along side Bobby Singer who visited him from South Dakota. Dean was pushing Sam in a swing in a playground just a few feet away. The high pitched laughs from his son tugged at his heart strings. Dean took it about himself to help Sam with the workouts he had overheard his dad and "uncles" talking about when John came home from the hospital several weeks ago.

"You need to do what's best for those two boys!" Jim said slapping John's shaking shoulders. His internal torment of his friend was weighing on his along with Bobby's shoulders. Sam and Dean were like sons to them. "You have two options."

"Two options?" John said his eyes filling with anger tears. "I only have one. To get the thing that killed Mary."

"John," Bobby's voice was soft smacking John's shoulder gently. John turned his attention to his friend and mentor who proceeded to point at Sam and Dean. Dean was helping Sammy take his first steps across the park's wood chips towards the slide. Everyone's eyes were wide with surprise and happiness. "You need to take care of them two boys."

"You said I had two choices. What were they?" John asked.

"First choice you submerge yourself into your revenge, dragging your two boys down with you. Or you can stop and be the father they both need." John allowed Jim's words to sink in deep when his six year old came running up his face split into a wide smile.

"Daddy," Dean said his green eyes sparkling with excitement, "Sammy can walk by himself look!" The three hunters watched as the small boy took stumbling steps before falling on his butt. A whimper began to fill the area and Dean rushed to his brother's side pulling him close.

"I'd take the second choice, son." Bobby said seeing the young boy instantly stop crying looking up at his brother with large hazel eyes his whimpering slowed to sobs before long his face lit up with a large smile.

"D'n!" Dean's face lit up as his brother repeated the word. "D'n!" John's eyes lowered with sorrow. It should have been daddy. Not Dean.

"Alright." John said after a few minutes of thinking. "I'll stop, but under one condition. If you or any other hunter finds anything on what killed Mary you let me know."

Pastor Jim and Bobby smiled and nodded. Knowing it was the best option the young father gave them.

~DSCWin~

As the years rolled by John got the news he wasn't expecting to hear, from any of this hunting buddies. There wasn't anymore monsters. No demons no spirits, or ghost. They simply vanished off the planet. Part of him was furious that Mary's death will never be justified. But things seemed to change when his oldest son called him one day a few months after he had graduated college, that he was getting married to his once ex-girlfriend Lisa and was planning on being a father to her son, Ben. After a couple of years of being married, they had decided to bring a new life into the world.

When his granddaughter, Sybil Carla Winchester, was born John wasn't ready to become grandfather to such a small baby. But it only take one day and an hour of holding Sybil that John fell in love and his anger of not carrying out this vengeance of his wife's murder vanished. But when Sybil was reaching her six month birthday, fear seemed to grip him like a vice.

"You don't have to do this we'll be fine, dad." Dean's voice seemed to echo though his young daughter's room. "If there's no more monsters there's no reason you need to be here." Dean had seen his father act so strange the last few days as he slowly moved in a few items and spent most of his time guarding Sybil as if she were his daughter instead of Dean's. Not that he didn't mind seeing his father and brother a lot more, but he couldn't hide the fact his father was constantly walking up and down and sleeping in the rocking chair instead of the guest bedroom, he and Lisa had put up for the two additions.

"I just got to do this, Dean." John said staring down at his sleeping granddaughter. "You just never know what's out there." He had spoken that last sentence for himself to hear. "Don't worry, we'll hopefully be out of yours and Lisa's hair soon." John glanced at his oldest and right back at Sybil as if a few seconds was too long.

Dean smiled at the back of his dad and turned to walk out seeing his brother playing video games with Ben. Even though Sam was nearly twenty he still acted like he was five. But he loved his brother more seeing the life and the pureness of his soul in his hazel eyes.

"Where's daddy?" Sam asked peering up from his game just as the level had been completed.

"He's in Sybil's room." Dean said smiling seeing Ben hesitate before pressing the start button.

"Is she sick?" Worry filled his brother's eyes and Dean shook his head.

"No just being a good granddad." He allowed a small smile spread over his face as he watched his brother's attention turn to that of the video game.

~DSCWin~

John tossed and turned in the small rocking chair that was in his granddaughter's room, a blanket sluggishly tossed over his shoulder. He was afraid to fully fall asleep, for he wanted to be ready to be at his granddaughter's side in an instant. But the sound of Lisa's soft humming woke up him up and saw the light drift into the room. Sybil was just fine. She was happy all the time and nothing supernatural happened the next several nights, and for the first time since his wife's death John smiled and knew he and his family was safe.

But somewhere in the shadows, watching John and his family, something stirred making the shadow's just a bit darker.