November 2, 1983

"Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother and sister" Mary smiled as she put the four year old boy down inside the nursery. She clicked on the lights as Dean ran first to Sam's crib. The little boy was lying on his back with a big smile on his face.

"Night, Sam" Dean said to the smiling boy. "Night Troian" he added as he walked over the squealing baby girl.

Mary planted a kiss on Sam's forehead while Dean was still peering down at Troian. "Goodnight, love" Mary cooed down to her 6 month old baby girl.

"Hey, Dean" John whispered as he walked into the nursery. John was leaning against the door jam watching his family interact until he could no longer stand to be only a spectator.

"Daddy!" Dean cheered as he ran over to his father.

"Hey Buddy" John smiled as he caught his son mid-leap. "So, what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" he asked as he walked over to peer down at his 6-month-old son.

"No, Daddy" Dean laughed at his father's silly question.

Mary couldn't help but feel her heart warm as she witnessed her husband and son interact so, but she was tired from getting the twins ready for bed. "You got him?" Mary asked John, referring to Dean, who was now looking down on Sam from his father's strong arms.

"I got him" John smiled at his wife. As she passed he caught her wrist to pull her towards him. John leaned away from Dean momentarily to give Mary a kiss on her cheek. As Mary walked out of the nursery, John hugged Dean closer to him as he looked over at Troian. "Sweet dreams" he whispered to his son and daughter as he turned off the light and closed the door behind him.

The sounds of cooing and static coming from the baby monitor woke Mary from a dream. She was dreaming about her family, all grown up and sitting in the back of the family car, heading to the University of Kansas to move Dean into his dorm room. "John" she called out to the spot next to her. Unfortunately, she rolled over to see an empty space next to her. She sighed as she struggled towards the nursery to comfort her child. "John? Is he hungry?" Mary muttered when she saw a shadow of her husband standing over Sam's crib.

"Shh" came the answer from the dark.

"Alright" Mary chuckled as she turned to go back to bed. She was happy to see John was taking care of Sam for her, so when Mary heard the television was still on she padded downstairs to flip it off. As soon as Mary was able to see in the lounge her heart stopped; John was passed out in the recliner.

"No, Sammy, Troi!" she whispered as she ran back to the nursery.

John woke with a start to the sound of Mary's blood curling scream. "Mary?" John yelled as he scrambled out of the chair he was reclining in. His heavy boots stomped as he ran up the stairs and through the closed nursery door. "Mary?"

John glanced around the room and saw the twins were both still in their crib and Mary was nowhere in sight. 'Perhaps she just had a bad dream' John thought to himself as he brushed the fine brown hair off Sam's forehead. "Hey Sammy, you okay?" John asked the small boy. Unfortunately, something dark began to drip on the pillow next to his son's head. John glanced up above him as two more drops landed on the back of his hand.

On the ceiling, John saw Mary pinned there in her white nightgown and blond curly hair framing her pale scared face. A red ring of blood was spreading on her abdomen. The sight of her blood sent John collapsing to the floor. "No! Mary!" he screamed, causing Sam and Troian to start crying as well.

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, Mary burst into flames that engulfed the entire ceiling. The heat quickly reminded John he was not alone in the now flaming room; he struggled to his feet and reached down to pick Sam up from is crib and tuck him into the crook of his right arm.

As he turned to go for Troian, John saw Dean standing in the doorway terrified at the sight before him. "Daddy!" he called out against the flames.

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back!" John shouted as he placed the bundle of blankets swaddling Sam in Dean's small arms. "Now Dean, go!"

Dean took off at a sprint for the front door as John turned to look back at the ceiling. "Mary!" he called out one more time before reaching down to pick up Troian. Once Mary was fully enveloped in the flames, John took off at a sprint again, but this time for the front door. When John saw his two sons looking back at the house he froze. How was he supposed to take care of three kids and himself without his loving wife by his side?

"It's okay, Sammy" Dean said once he saw his father coming out of the house with his sister snuggled into his side like a football.

"I gottcha" John panted as he grabbed Dean around the legs, who was still holding Sam tightly in his own arms and ran what was remaining of his family away from his burning home.

John was numb- the love of his life had just exploded into flames on the ceiling over their babies. He was sitting on the black hood of the family car with the twins in his arms and dean leaning against his side. The whole neighborhood along with Lawrence, Kansas' firefighters were gathered on his front lawn gawking at the smoldering home that now stood before them. "Must have been electrical" a firefighter told John. "Should go get your family somewhere warm. Sorry about your loss."

AN: The first part of what I hope will be my next story! Please tell me what you think and if you want to read more...