Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I wish I did, but, alas, I am just a poor girl from a poor family…

DISCLAIMER TWO: Triggers for rape, assault, demonic possession. My story is dark and ugly. I won't apologize for it. If you can't handle it, please hit the little "back" button and exit without flames or criticism. Thank you.

AN: Hi! Okay, so, my first Supernatural fanfiction. Meep! I fell in love with the show thanks to a million pins I kept seeing on Pinterest about something called a SuperWhoLock. I started watching Doctor Who because of Pinterest, started watching Sherlock for the same reason, and then, well, the pretty drew me in, okay? But I stayed for the plot.

Anywho, this came to me and the ending wasn't supposed to be this…massive. It was a few chapters tops, then it exploded in my head and then Dean took the mark and then he opened black eyes in the season finale and I was like, "HOOOOOLY SHIT" and then, well, this fic took on a life of its own. I will try my damndest to make the characters STAY in character and will also try my best to research to the best of my ability to stay true to Show.

Having said THAT, I will take a few liberties here and there, especially with the boys and hunting. Not much, I promise, just so it flows with my story. The first and second chapters are the best examples of that. Hopefully you'll hang on and enjoy the ride.

This story is Dean/original female character, just FYI. Trust me, she's not a Mary Sue, at least, I don't think she is! And hopefully even though I jump around in the story, you'll stick with it.

One last warning…the first few chapters are in Dean's point of view (except a little bit of John's in these first two chappies.) After that, we switch to Ryan's POV. You'll understand why as we go. Hopefully you'll enjoy it. I will rehash things a bit from her POV, but I'll try to keep it interesting.

Still with me? Cool. Let's do it!

September 1978

Mary blew out a breath as she sat down in the chair next to John, who smiled. He couldn't believe it. Pregnant. When she'd told him…well, she was ecstatic. He had shared her excitement, but the problems also plagued him. Money was tight. Being a mechanic certainly wasn't living the high life, but Mary was thrilled and he couldn't wait to show the kid how to play baseball, how to work on cars, how to treat a woman the right way, all the things his own father wasn't around to do.

"I can't believe I have to fill out all this paperwork again," Mary groused. "Isn't all this information supposed to have been in that packet of stuff from my regular doctor? And, of course I'm a woman! Clearly this paper was created by a man…"

John heard a feminine chuckle and his gaze lit on another couple sitting across the small waiting room from them. "Oh, I know. Isn't it just the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard? They want our whole life stories! We're only pregnant, after all!"

Mary smiled at the woman, who wasn't showing a bit. "How far along are you?"

The woman grinned. "Oh, only about two months. You?"

"Five," Mary told her as she rubbed the little bump on her stomach. John was dying for it to be a boy, but, hey, if it were a girl, that would be alright, too. As long as it was healthy. That was the main thing.

"I'm Mary. This is John. And this," she said as she continued rubbing, "Is Dean. Or Deanna."

The woman's grin grew. "Well, this will be Ryan, whether it is a boy or a girl. It's my maiden name."

"Very pretty, either way."

John thought the name was too masculine for a girl, and too feminine for a boy, but who was he to say? So he kept his mouth shut and shot a bewildered grin to the woman's husband, who sat next to her with a bored expression on his face. The woman introduced them as Elaine and Eddie Fawcett. Eddie worked at the machine shop outside of town programming CNC machines. John didn't know much about that line of work, but when the man started talking about how he fixed them, it piqued John's interest and they carried on their own conversation as the two women discussed babies.

After what felt like forever, they heard the nurse call out, "Mary Winchester," and they bade the couple a goodbye.

"Oh, John, I like her. I'm going to invite them for dinner next week."

John rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut. It wasn't worth arguing about. At least Mary had a new friend. He'd do anything for his wife's happiness.

January 30, 1979

John sighed tiredly as he heard the soft knocking at the door. Dean hadn't slept except for an hour here or there since they'd gotten home from the hospital three days ago and he sure as hell didn't want any visitors. But when Elaine had called earlier in the day, Mary had been eager for her friend to visit. So, he put on a smile and accepted the hug from Elaine as he opened the door. He looked at Eddie, who stood sheepishly holding something wrapped in blue ribbons and bows. "Uh…here?" he offered.

John chuckled. "You want a beer? I could use some man company to take my mind off diapers for a few minutes."

Eddie grinned and followed John into the living room where he gave Mary the gift, then to the kitchen.

"So, how is it?" Eddie wanted to know.

John grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and popped the top off of each using his wedding ring. He took a swig and then looked at the other man. "I've lived through war, Eddie, but I swear to God, the kid is going to kill me."

Eddie winced. "That bad?"

John thought a moment, then grinned. "Nah. He's…it's unbelievable. I never really thought of myself as a family man until I met Mary. My old man bailed on us when I was just a kid, so I don't have a lot of experience with dads. But I swear I'll do my damndest for my kid."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, John, I did have a dad and the whole perfect childhood and I'm terrified, so I think it's a new father thing."

John nodded. "That's alright. We'll learn together, I guess."

Eddie chuckled. "We'll need to. With wives like ours, I imagine they'll want basketball teams of kids."

John shuddered. "Let us survive this one, first."

April 17, 1979

John walked in from work half exhausted and more than a little wet thanks to the April rain storm currently raging outside. Mr. Tennyson's Ford was giving him trouble again and for some reason, John couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. He'd diagnosed three issues with the damn thing and fixed them, but still, Mr. Tennyson brought the car back with another problem and though he'd argued with the man that each thing he'd fixed had been a legitimate issue, it hadn't mattered. Mr. Tennyson had all but demanded John fix it for free this time, which had led to shouts so loud they'd almost come to blows, stopping only when Mike broke them up.

He walked into the kitchen and stopped dead. Mary was putting ribbons on a huge pink basket filled with all sorts of baby crap. "What the hell is all this, Mary?"

"Elaine had Ryan a few days ago! I told you, remember?"

John eyed the basket warily. "Yes, I remember. I just didn't realize we had to spend all my hard earned money on shit for their kid."

Mary's eyes narrowed. "We didn't spend your hard earned money, John; this is some of my money left over from my part time job before Dean was born!"

"Money we could have used for our son's diapers!"

Mary threw her hands up in exasperation. "Look, Elaine spent a lot of money on us buying that bouncy thing for Dean, John. Now, I know this isn't that grand of a gift, but it has diapers, and some stuff I didn't even think of needing when Dean came home from the hospital. I just want to make it an easy transition for them…"

"So? Let their family do it! They have family, Mary!"

"In North Carolina, John! Eddie's mother can't afford a plane ticket out here!"

"And we can't afford to buy all their stuff for them!" John shouted.

Dean started to cry from his carrier and Mary sighed as she walked to him. "Look, John, she's one of my best friends, okay? She's just as lost in this whole motherhood thing as I am. I wanted to be there for her, alright?"

John felt himself deflate a little bit. Mary's parents died in some odd accidents when they were dating. She hadn't wanted to talk about it and he hadn't mentioned it to her in forever.

"Can I have the keys to the Impala?"

"Why?" he bit out.

She glared at him. "You took my car in yesterday to replace the shocks, remember? You were supposed to do that today, but I'm assuming, since you drove the Impala home and didn't call me and tell me to be ready to drive over there to pick it up, that you didn't get it finished. So, I need a car to go to Elaine's house. The pot roast is cooking for supper. It should be ready by the time I come back. Go take a shower, have a beer, and be in a better mood when I get home, okay?"

He didn't say anything, just held out the key chain with the bullet on it. He'd kept that bullet as a reminder of his time in the war, time he didn't want to repeat.

She made to grab the keys but he snatched them away and grabbed her, pulling her to him. She struggled at first and then blew out a breath as he pulled her in for a hug. It was as close to "I'm sorry" as he gave and he assumed she accepted it because she rolled her eyes, smiled a little, and kissed his lips. "I'll be home in an hour."

"Dean can stay with me," he offered.

She shook her head as she put the baby back in his carrier. "It's fine. Elaine will want to see him anyway."

She hooked the carrier on one arm, the pink basket on the other, and walked out the door into the pouring rain.

October 1979

John flipped the burger and took a swig of his beer. It was a nice fall Saturday and the Winchesters and Fawcetts were having a cookout at the local park. John wasn't sure why it had to be at the damn park when he had a perfectly good grill at home, but he just went with it. Mary and Elaine had been talking about it for weeks. Apparently the two walked here often to bring the kids to swing in the baby swings and let them play in the sandbox.

John smiled at his son who was currently crawling out of the sandbox and into the grass. Dean was a beautiful boy, he had to admit. He had a quick smile and mischief in his eyes most of the time. Had a quick temper, too, but that one he'd expected. He and Mary were both…volatile when they got angry, so it was to be expected their kid would too.

"Winchesters!" Eddie called as he walked up carrying Ryan in his arms. She is a cute kid, too, John mused. She was three months and ten days younger than Dean. He wouldn't have realized it, but he heard it often enough, it had burned itself in his brain. She had a head full of brown curls that went all over the place, and a little button nose. She was crawling already, too, much to Elaine's dismay, and it was hilarious to watch the two babies chatter to one another and crawl around together.

"Eddie, how's work?" John asked as he took the hot dogs from Elaine.

Eddie shrugged as he sat Ryan down next to Dean, who took her rattle from her and started chewing on it. Ryan hit him in the side of the head with a truck, which caused Dean to drop the rattle. John chuckled at the two. Already cowing down to a woman, son. What will ever become of you?

"It's work," Eddie said finally. "I tell ya, if computers keep coming in, one day my job might be obsolete."

"Don't you think all this computer crap is a fly by night thing?"

"Not in my business. Word is, CNC machines will become automated. If that happens…"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Elaine said softly as she patted her husband's arm. "Besides, your dad still has that cabinet making business."

"I don't want to build damn cabinets, Elaine. Why do you think I moved in the first place?"

Elaine sighed. "Can we not do this here?" she hissed.

"So, Elaine, what has Ryan learned this week?" Mary asked as she, too, joined their group. John recognized the diversionary tactic and he was impressed by his wife.

Of course, between the two of them, they had both gotten good at finding ways to avoid arguments. Sometimes they just thrived on them instead.

"Oh, Mary, she's started pulling up to the furniture! I think we've got an early walker on our hands!"

Mary sighed. "Yes, Dean has discovered how much easier life is on two legs. I don't doubt he'll be walking soon and when he does, watch out!"

John smiled as the two women gushed over the kids and went back to cooking.

April 16, 1983 (Yeah, we skipped forward in time quite a bit)

"Happy afer birfday, Wyan," Dean said to his friend as he handed her the gift wrapped in G.I. Joe paper.

"Tank you, Dean," Ryan replied as she took it. Mary and Elaine smiled over the kids' heads and John chortled. It was Ryan's fourth birthday party and Mary had insisted on coming, even though she was due with the new baby in only a few weeks. The doctor had told her to take it easy. She had told him to piss off. John had never loved his wife more. She didn't let anyone, and certainly not some idiot doctor, tell her what to do. She was fine, she was healthy, and she would be damned if she would 'take it easy' just because she was expecting another child. John had put his foot down, though, and wouldn't let her carry Dean around. He was four now. He needed to be on his own two feet anyway.

"Daddy? Can yous play wif us?" Dean asked as he slipped his hand in John's.

John smiled at the two kids. There were other children playing in the park, but since neither Ryan nor Dean were in daycare, the only two children at the party was the two of them. "Sure," he said with a grin as he snatched both kids up into his arms amid giggles and shrieks. He carried them over to the swings and started them both going, pushing them as high as he dared.

He smiled over at his wife, who was rubbing her belly while she talked to Elaine. He couldn't believe he'd been blessed so much. He wasn't quite sure what he did to deserve this happiness but he would take it.

"Higher, Daddy! Higher!"

John laughed and turned his attention back to Dean, who was eagerly pumping his legs. "Hold on tight, Ryan," he warned as he gave her a little harder push as well.

She giggled and tossed her head back as her legs went up. "Dis. Is. Awesome!" she cried.

"Awesome!" Dean agreed and John just shook his head as Eddie walked over to him, handing him a soda.

"How's it going, Eddie?" John asked.

Eddie blew out a breath. "Fine. The plant laid off a handful of employees."

"You weren't one of them, were you?"

Eddie shook his head. "No, I'm safe for now, but had to take a pay cut. It's bad."

"You aren't going to move are you?"

Eddie looked at his wife. "Not now. Not yet. But we might have to."

"I'm sorry, man. If there's anything we can do…" John knew money was tight, would be tighter still when Little Samuel or Samantha made their appearance, but at least he had a decent job that paid steady.

Eddie held up a hand. "Thanks. I don't want to worry Elaine. She's got a lot of stress."

"She doing alright?" John knew she'd just suffered another miscarriage. The Fawcetts had been trying for a baby for the past two years.

"She'll make it. She's a strong woman."

John smiled. "Both our women are, man."

Eddie laughed. "That they are. Strong willed."

"God help us," John added.

May 2, 1983

"Daddy!" Dean called as he ran into John's waiting arms.

"Hey, bud. You wanna come meet your new brother?"

"I got a brodder! Wyan! I got a brodder!"

"Neat!" she shouted as she walked up holding Elaine's hand.

"Thanks, Elaine, for watching Dean for us. It was nice not to have to worry about him and where he was."

Elaine smiled softly at John. "How is Mary?"

"Tired, but fine. Sammy was a big baby." He chortled. "I imagine he's going to be huge by the time he's an adult."

"I'm big, too!" Dean intoned.

John gave him a hug. "I know you are, buddy, and you're a big brother now. That's a big responsibility." They had talked to the boy about how Dean would have to be a good boy to help his mom some and Dean had taken to it with an enthusiasm that put both John and Mary's minds at ease. He walked them down the hall and just outside Mary's door he stopped, kneeling down to Dean's level. "Okay, Dean, Mommy's really tired and a little sore, okay? So, you go give her hugs, but be gentle, alright?"

Dean was solemn as he nodded. "I pwomise, Daddy."

John smiled and kissed Dean's hair. "Okay then." He sat Dean down and the little boy grabbed Ryan's hand before they ran into Mary's room.

"I wish that excitement for Ryan," Elaine stated as she and John also stepped inside.

John wasn't comfortable with other women's emotions and feelings, but Mary had forewarned him of Elaine and Eddie's desire and failed attempts at having another child. He felt sorry for them and once more thanked his lucky stars for the blessings he had. So he laid a hand on her shoulder. "If it's meant, Elaine, it will be. I never thought I was meant to be married or have kids, but I did. Life is what we make of it. So, uh, make the most of what you have."

She smiled through gentle tears falling down her face. "Why, John Winchester, I didn't know you were so sensitive. You're an armchair philosopher."

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, I don't know about that…"

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're a good man, John. Always stay that way."

October 31, 1983

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Dean's voice called as soon as John breeched the door. It was Halloween and John had promised Dean they would go out trick-or-treating just as soon as he got home and cleaned up from work. "I'm Batman!"

The caped crusader crashed into his legs and John laughed as he picked Dean up and tossed him into the air. "So you are! And who am I?"

Dean's eyes narrowed as he looked at John. "You're Alfred."

John chortled. "I am. And why is that?"

"It's ucuz Batman's family is dead and I don't want you to be dead, Daddy."

John nodded. "Well, thanks, bud, I appreciate that." He glanced at Sammy who was sitting on the floor, playing with blocks, well, gnawing on one, rather. "And who is your baby brother?"

"He's Robin ucuz he's not big enough to do anyfing cool!"

John laughed out loud at that. "Mary?"

"I'm coming! Just wanted to pop the meatloaf in the oven," she stated as she grabbed a sweater from the hook in the hall. "It should be ready by the time we get back."

"Sounds good." He could sense her sadness. Eddie had lost his job, so it looked like the Fawcetts would be moving back to North Carolina soon. They hadn't the heart to tell the kids yet. Dean and Ryan loved each other more than any other two children John had ever seen. Of course, he didn't know that many kids, so who was he to judge?

He glanced at Dean, who was almost vibrating with excitement. "Well, I guess we can just put this one to bed. I mean, it's not like anything special is going on tonight…"

Dean's mouth fell open. "Daddy! You pwomised we could go twick-or-tweating!"

John started tickling Dean, who fell back as the giggles assaulted him. "Daddy! Daddy, stop!"

"Nope, not gonna," John told him as he blew kisses on Dean's stomach.

"Unca! Unca! I give!"

John stopped and eyed the boy. "Batman would never give up that easily."

Dean smiled. "Yeah, but you're Alfred, not a bad guy. Batman would never hurt Alfred. He loves Alfred."

John didn't know what to say to that. "Well, I suppose you're right. But what would he do to one of the bad guys?"

"Beat 'em up!"

"Exactly." He glanced at Sammy, who was fighting Mary slipping a jacket on him. "You know, it's a good thing Sammy isn't a bad guy."

Dean shook his head. "He's gots to be Robin. Sammy could never be a bad guy! I couldn't hurts Sammy! He's my brover! I gots to protect him! Then when we gets big, we can fight crime together! Like Batman and Robin really do!"

Mary smiled at them. "Well, until he's big enough to feed himself and go potty like a big boy, I guess he'll have to be a crime-fighter in training."

"I'm big enough," Dean said with a smile. "I's a great crime fighter!" Just then, the doorbell rang. "And here's my helper!"

John's eyebrows quirked but he smiled when Dean opened the door to reveal Ryan wearing a Wonder Woman costume. "I'm here! I can hep save da day!"

The adults smiled and cameras came out for everyone to have their pictures taken.

Three hours, ten houses, two tummy aches, and a meatloaf later, they were saying their goodbyes to the Fawcett family. "Daddy, why candy gotta make your tummy hurt?" Dean asked miserably when John came in to kiss him goodnight.

John shot him a look. "Maybe next time you and Ryan decide to eat all the Halloween candy, you should heed the warning from your mom."

"I think Ryan's sicker than me. She ate," he held up three fingers, "free candy bars!"

John's nose wrinkled. Mary was still cleaning up the proof that Ryan had been sicker than Dean.

"I sorry, Daddy. I pwomise I wiw wisten to Mommy next time."

John bent down to kiss Dean's head. "I know, Dean. You're a good boy. I love you."

"Love you, too," Dean managed as he hugged his bear tightly, already halfway asleep.

John blew out a breath as he made his way back downstairs. "Everything all cleaned up?"

Mary chortled. "It's vomit, John. You saw blood and guts in the war."

"Yeah, and puke still does me in," he affirmed.

She smiled and walked over to kiss his lips. "I love you, John Winchester."

"I sometimes wonder why," he admitted quietly.

She smiled and kissed him again. "It's cleaned up enough for now. The boys are in bed. Come on. Let me show you just how much I love you."

He grinned. "Well, you know I can never say 'no' to that."

November 3, 1983 (Early Morning)

"John! John!" he heard as if in a daze.

John turned wide eyed and looked at Elaine Fawcett. "Sh-she's gone, Elaine. Mary's gone!"

Elaine's hands flew to her mouth and she began sobbing. "No…"

He looked up at the house in shock. He couldn't make heads or tails of what had happened. He'd tried to tell the police there was something going on in the house, but they had just looked at him like he was crazy and patted him on the shoulder.

"John, come on, let me take the boys with me back to the house…"

"No!" he shouted as he tugged both boys closer to him. "No, Elaine. They're not safe. It isn't safe for them…"

"John, you're scaring Dean. He's been through enough."

John looked down at his oldest boy, who was pale white under the soot that had floated through the air to stain their clothes. "Y-yeah, okay. Let's…let's get him cleaned up…"

"I have some of his play clothes at the house, John. Come on. You can wear some of Eddie's things. Let's get the boys taken care of. You're all exhausted, you need sleep, you need…" her voice caught and she shook her head. "Come on. Let's go."

He followed her in a daze as she walked to the passenger side of the Impala. "Come on," she motioned as she directed John into the seat. "Dean, come on, sweetie, into the back seat."

Dean scampered into the back and Elaine held out her hands for Sammy. "Come on, John, let me put Sammy in his seat. He's fine. See? He's asleep."

John looked down at his little boy. What the hell was he going to do without Mary? What did he know about raising his sons?

"John, come on," Elaine coaxed. "Let's get you three cleaned up, alright?"

John blinked and handed Sammy to her. She was Mary's best friend. She would help, wouldn't she? She was moving away. Mary didn't have many friends, and the ones she did had moved and she'd had a few that died lately, which was strange. What was he going to do?

She took Sammy from him and strapped him into the baby seat that was in the back of the car. The stupid car seat laws had gone into effect while Mary was pregnant. Mary…John didn't realize he was crying until he felt the hot tracks streak down his face. He didn't notice the car moving, either, until they were parked outside of the Fawcett house. He blinked. Had he given Elaine the keys? He didn't remember. Did he have the keys? Yes, he did. He had made a beer run after the boys had gone to bed. Dean'd had a cold earlier in the week. It had run through the house. Mary hadn't felt good, said she was going to bed. He needed some more beer. She hadn't bought any more at the store. He'd wanted to argue about it, but he decided to go out and get it and not be a whiney bitch about it instead. She'd gone to sleep. He'd watched TV until he fell asleep. Then he'd heard her scream…

He sucked in a breath. "Mary…"

Elaine didn't respond as she walked around and grabbed up Sammy before taking Dean's hand.

No, he couldn't let the kids out of his sight! He leapt from the car and was by her side in an instant, trying to wrench Sammy from her grasp. "John!" she shouted. "Stop!"

"No! They're not safe! It…something…something wasn't right! Something killed Mary!"

"Fire, John," Elaine stated softly. "It was a fire, John. A fire killed Mary."

No fire causes your wife to burn on the ceiling, he wanted to shout, but he didn't. He sucked in great lungfuls of air as he fell to his rear on the front steps of her house. "God, Elaine, what am I going to do?"

She held Sammy close to her and shook her head. "I don't know, John. But let's get in the house. You boys have been sitting outside all night in the cold November air. Let's get you warmed up and some food in your bellies, alright?"

"Food. Warm. Right," John managed.

"Mama?" they heard and saw Ryan coming down the stairs.

"Ryan, go get Dean's bag from the laundry room, okay?"

Ryan yawned. "Why are you here so early?" she asked Dean.

"There was a fire," he said simply.

Ryan blinked and opened her mouth, but Elaine shushed her quickly. "Go get the bag, now. Then go get those things we were going to take to them today, those clothes from Marcy…"

John looked at her quizzically.

"One of the ladies from church has a boy a little older than Sammy. She sent me some hand-me-down clothes for him…I washed them and all…"

John just nodded, confused. He couldn't function, he couldn't…nothing made sense right now. He sat there, as if in a trance while Elaine fussed over Sammy, getting him a bottle from the bag she had found in the back seat of the Impala and changing him before setting him down to sleep on a pallet then she got Dean cleaned up and fed and sleeping on the same pallet next to Sammy before she turned her attention back to John.

She poured them both glasses of whiskey before handing one to him. "John, come on, drink this. It'll help."

He downed it quickly, barely noticing the burn. "Elaine…she's gone. My Mary…she's gone."

Elaine laid a hand on his arm. "I know, John. I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry…"

This time, he didn't have to hold back as the sobs wracked his body. What was he going to do?

AN2: Ya'll still with me? I know, heavy. Sorry about that! The next one will be, too, but it will get a bit better. This isn't a happy story, just FYI but…I'm a big believer in the Happily Ever After. Let's see if The Winchesters find any, shall we?