Chapter 1

Charlie Winchester

Mary cradled the small girl in her arms, not wanting to let her go. Her husband, John Winchester emerged into the living room, stopping to watch his wife hold their adopted baby.

"Mary…" he began, "the results just came back."

"John, can we just stop this?" she said as quietly as possible to not wake the baby, but still trying to convey frustration in her voice. "The point of adopting was because we both know whatever there was that gave us Dean is gone. Can we just stop with the te-"

"It's positive. You're pregnant."

She stopped talking as her heart sank. Mary stared at John with disbelief, and didn't quite know how to react. Then she smiled. Then she frowned. "What do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" questioned John.

"We just adopted Charlie here, can we really raise three kids?"

"Mary," John knelt to gain eye level with his sitting wife. "This is everything we dreamed, two kids, but a third is like getting double the dream. Plus, we don't know what gender this one is, and you've always wanted a girl."

"I wasn't suggesting giving her away, if that's what you're thinking. We just have to, you know, figure this out in terms of money."

John put one hand on his adopted daughter's stomach and took Mary's hand with the other. "We can work through this. The shop's expanding faster than expected, and your inheritance is still pretty good. We can do this."

So the two smiled again while little Dean slept in his room upstairs, unaware that he not only had a sister, but a brother.


Six months had passed and Sam Winchester was born three months early, so him and Charlie would be in the same grade at school together. The two of them shared a room as well, and John and Mary stood in that room watching the two babies sleep. Mary was holding Dean, who smiled at the sight of his brother and sister.

"Come on Dean, say goodnight to your siblings." Mary put him down and Dean ran over to Sam's crib. He grabbed the edge to elevate himself and kissed Sam on the forehead.

"Goodnight, Sam." Dean then went to Charlie's to do the same. "Goodnight, Charlie."

John smiled and led Dean back to his room to tell him a story, while Mary just allowed happiness to fill her up. It hadn't quite caught up to her until now that she had three amazing children, and this gave her a maternal sense of joy.

She left to go and brush her teeth, changed out of her clothes, and before heading to bed, she checked up on them one last time.

A shadow stood in the room. John must've finished up Dean's story already, and he said "Shhh," to her, so Mary slowly headed for her room. Then she heard him.

"…and the Prince ran to rescue the maiden from the castle…"

John was still in Dean's room.

"Oh my god!" she said aloud, and sprinted back.

"Honey?" John asked. He'd just heard her in the hallway distressed. "Stay here, Dean," he whispered, then got up and heard the scream.

"AAAHHHH" shouted his wife. John's heart began to race as he ran down the hallway. Everything was fine.

Sam was cooing at something but Charlie was crying. John walked over to check on Charlie, who seemed to be crying at nothing. He would've picked her up but he had to check on Sam as well. Sam just lay there, but something odd happened.

A drop of water that wasn't water plopped next to Sam's head.

John looked up, to see Mary. She was on the ceiling, her hands and legs looking almost stapled to the top of the room, her gut bleeding through her nightgown, and a look on her face as if stuck in an eternal scream.

"MARY!" John fell to the floor, and the room randomly caught afire.

John Winchester grabbed Sam, who was the furthest from the door, and heard Dean yell "Daddy!" John ran to Charlie's bed and held each child in one arm, and ran into the hallway to hand Charlie over to Dean.

"TAKE YOUR SISTER OUTSIDE AND GO!" he commanded, and Dean saw the smoke and quickly fled with her. John quickly followed and the two were outside.

Dean looked back as they ran from the house and saw Charlie and Sam's bedroom burst into flames.