Author's notes: This is a fic I have had swimming around in my imagination for quite some time and now I have so many ideas for it that I have to write it! This chapter is just sort of an intro and basic set-up, all the other stuff start next chappy :) Hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter One: The Warning
2nd November
Ten years and six months ago…Mary reached over to the counter and picked up the bottle of milk that she'd just been heating up.
'Morning' John came downstairs and gave her a kiss before moving to kiss Sam atop his head.
'Morning' Mary smiled back. 'Is this too hot?' she held out the milk bottle and John dripped some on his arm to test it.
'It's perfect' he placed the bottle in Sam's mouth, where the hungry child started sucking right away.
John let Mary take the bottle and rinsed his arm. He then went to get breakfast on.
'Is Dean up yet?' Mary wondered.
'Yeah, he's-'
'Morning!' Dean ran down the stairs and hugged his mother around the waist.
'Good morning Dean, did you sleep better tonight?' Mary smiled down at him as he moved to hug his father but John lifted him up into the air.
'Yup' Dean nodded and hugged his father back. 'Morning Sammy' Dean smiled at his brother.
The baby finished his bottle and giggled loudly, kicking his feet and sticking his tongue out.
Dean was laughing now too because he always found his brother funny when he giggled because he had no teeth. Mary rose the baby up to "burp him" while John settled Dean in for breakfast.
An hour or two later, Sam was lying on a blanket in the living room while Dean played with him. John was reading through the newspaper while Mary washed up. She quickly dried her hands as the phone rang and grabbed it.
'Hello?' she answered.
'Mary Winchester?' a woman's voice asked.
'Yes' Mary confirmed.
'I have some terrible news for you dear' the woman said. 'I shouldn't be telling you this, but you need to know'
Mary did not appreciate prank calls or creeps, but there was just something about the tone of the woman's voice that made her believe her, to hear her out.
'What do you mean?' she asked and John glanced at her in interest.
'Tonight, once you have put your baby to bed, something awful will happen to your family' the woman told her, trying to find the right words. 'An evil man will sneak unnoticed into your baby's room and anyone that interrupts him, will die'
'What?' Mary asked, who would say such a horrible thing? But the tone of the woman's voice was still there. And something told Mary that she had to trust her, had to believe her. 'W-what do we do?'
'Something wrong?' John asked at the pale look on Mary's face. Mary shoved him away to hear what the stranger was saying.
'I don't know how to stop this from happening' the woman admitted sadly. 'But if you all go for a drive, stay out of the house all night, he should leave you alone'
'But what about tomorrow night?' Mary asked, not seeing how getting out for one night was going to help.
'He will only come on exactly Sam's six month anniversary. Once tonight is over, your family should be safe from him'
Mary still was uncertain, but if this woman was really trying to save them…then it was better to be laughed at or their house broken into then what could happen if she didn't listen.
'Okay' Mary nodded and gave in.
'I wish you all of the luck' the woman smiled. 'Your boys have a wonderful mother' with that the phone went dead. The caller had hung up.
'Mary?' John asked again, assuming it was safe to return to her side.
'We're going out tonight' she told him, trying not to let her voice stutter.
'Where?' her husband asked her.
'I don't care where, but we are' she snapped and went to check on her boys.
'Where are we going mummy?' Dean asked as he was put in the back of the Impala with Sam.
'For a drive' Mary told him and made sure they were both seat belted in properly before she shut the door and got in the front, beside John.
'Drive' she told him and John had a feeling Mary was trying to get out of the house for something, but whatever it was, he trusted his wife was doing it for a good reason. John started the engine and pulled them out of the driveway.
It was almost nine now and Sam was still a bit hyped up, but Dean was getting bored. There were no trees or clouds outside his window; it was just black and dull.
'Get some sleep honey' Mary told Dean with a calm smile, even if she was feeling everything but calm.
Sam yawned and stopped kicking his feet; he energy was dying down too.
Dean reached over and held his brother's small hand as they both started to drift to sleep.
They drove for hours and John still wasn't able to get answers from his wife. They stopped at a gas station around eleven to fill up and then they hit the road again, seemingly going nowhere.
'Stop here' Mary pointed to a hotel.
'What?' John frowned at her sudden change of direction. He parked the car and they got a room. John carried Dean while Mary held Sam very close since it seemed that the "evil person" was after her youngest baby.
They reached the room and John saw Mary had asked for one large, double bed.
'Mary, what's going on?' he asked, getting very worried.
'It's a long story' she replied and lay Dean on the bed and then Sam. She lay beside Sam and John took Dean's side. At this point they were both very tired and doze off, Mary clutching her babies protectively.
John awoke the next morning and tried to work out where he was before the events of the weird night before flooded back to him. He glanced over at his family and saw Sam was awake.
'Hey Sammy' he whispered and picked the boy up. Dean and Mary were still sound asleep.
'They're the lazy ones' John smiled at Sam as he went over to a seat near the window and held Sam in his arms.
Sam giggled and kicked his legs again. He was fiddling with his mouth so John knew he was hungry. He looked at his watch and saw it was almost eight.
'Mary' he said and tried to wake her.
'Mmhm' she grumbled and then woke suddenly as she remembered where they were. 'Sammy!' he panicked, as the baby wasn't beside her.
'He's here' John held Sam towards her as Dean rolled over, trying to ignore them.
The family got back to the car and drove home.
Mary told John to go in and make sure it was safe. He did and then Mary brought the boys back inside, relief sweeping over her. She fed the boys and then got them busy in the living room like the day before and then explained things to John. At first he thought it was nuts and that woman was playing a prank on them, but the look Mary gave him and when she said there was something real about the way the woman had told her…he shrugged it off and they decided it was in the past now.
'Nothing is going to hurt our family' John smiled and hugged his wife. 'We're perfectly safe now' he told her.
Present day…'And here we are again! It's seven am and we're about to-'
Eleven-year-old Sam groaned and slammed his alarm clock off. He climbed out of bed and changed for school. He grabbed his bag and stifled a yawn as he left this room and smelt his mother's pancakes. Sam walked past his brother's room (the door was shut) and started down the steps. He stopped and a smirk covered his face. Sam put his bag down and went over to Dean's door. He took a deep breathed and then banged at it madly.
'Dean!!' he yelled and then there was a "Thump!" as his brother fell out of the bed, tangled in blankets.
Sam knew this was the cue. He grabbed his bag and bolted down the stairs as fast as he could.
'Morning mum' Sam gasped and sat at the table, trying not to laugh.
'SAM!!' Dean's scream of anger filled the house. He appeared at the bottom of the stairs and glared as his brother turned around innocently.
'Hey Dean, have a good sleep?' Sam asked casually.
Dean's hair was a total mess and he was dressed in a random pair of boxers and a shirt.
'You! You little…you!' Dean growled.
'Honey, get dressed and come have some breakfast' Mary told Dean and her oldest stomped back up the stairs.
John came inside and looked around in alarm.
'What the hell is going on here?' he asked.
'Dunno' Sam shrugged. 'Dean's just going ballistic'
'And of course Sam has nothing to do with that' Mary said in obvious sarcasm as she placed a plate of pancakes on the table for her family.
Dean returned and sat as far from Sam as possible.
'Careful Dean, your face might stay like that' Sam sniggered at his brother's glare but was thankful his parents were in the room or he'd be dead.
'Eat' Mary commanded and the boys did.
'Got your lunch?' Mary asked the boys as they soot at the door, itching to just leave already but this had become a routine.
'Yes' Sam rolled his eyes and Dean held up his lunch money.
'Hats? Drink bottles-'
'Mum!' the boys snapped.
'Okay, but don't blame me if you forgot something' she said and kissed them both, not matter how much Dean squirmed. 'Have a good day!' she called out as they took off to the car where their father was waiting. He always dropped them off at school before heading to work at the garage.
'God, could our lives be anymore normal?' Dean sighed in complaint as John drove them to Sam's school first.
'And boring' Sam added while he read a book.
'You're such a geek' Dean sighed and grabbed the book from him.
'Hey! Give that back!' Sam snapped and tried to get it back. Dean pulled it away and John grabbed it, tossing it back to Sam.
'Enough of this' he growled and they knew not to mess with that tone unless their mother was in the room.
Sam glared at Dean and got out of the car.
'Bye' he said to his dad and wandered towards his friends. John then drove towards Dean's high school, as it was only a few minutes away.
'Don't you ever get sick of our life being so normal?' Dean asked his father as he parked the car.
'No' John said. 'It means we're safe and financially okay' he shrugged. 'Why?'
'I dunno, just seems there's more for us than just a basic, crappy life' Dean grabbed his bag. 'See ya' he smirked and got out of the car. John watched his eldest son for a moment and then started the engine again to head off to work. He was perfectly okay with normal…
Author's notes: Working on getting chapter two up soon, but until then...let me know whatcha think so far:)