Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Supernatural or it's characters...sad day.
The Beginning
The warmth from the fire as it swirled and rippled in the nursery could be felt in the hallway as Dean ran to the stairs, clutching Sammy tightly against his small body. He made his way clumsily down the stairs with his precious burden, careful not to hurt his baby brother. The brothers made it to the front door and Dean struggled to open it while holding on to Sammy. Finally, he adjusted Sammy so that he could turn the handle. Pulling the door open, Dean stumbled out of the house, down the steps and across the front lawn to get away from the burning building.
Suddenly, John appeared behind them and scooped his boys into his arms, continuing to run across the lawn until they reached the safety of the street. Dean could hear the wailing sirens and see the lights before they turned onto the street. The firefighters jumped out of the trucks and went to work putting out the blazing fire before it could spread to the surrounding houses as John leaned against the Impala, holding his boys so tightly Dean thought Dad would crush Sammy and himself. Dean looked up at his dad's face to see tears sliding down John's face. Sammy was still wailing in Dean's arms, face red and tiny hands bunched into fists. He looked back up at his dad and knew that nothing would ever be the sameā¦.
A/N. Please let me know what you think. This is my first published fanfic and I want to know if I should try to continue it. I know it's short and I apologize but I'm not feeling very inspired at the moment.
