Somebody to die for.
Chapter one:
Dean hated his life. He hated that he'd failed everyone that he loved. Sam had left him last month, Cas would probably leave him soon as well. It wouldn't surprise him if Cas did leave him, either he leaves on his own or he'll end up dead. That's what happens to everyone Dean loves, they die. Dean didn't want to see his only family he had left go too. If it came down to it in a heartbeat he'd die for Sam or Cas. Family meant everything to him.
He knew how his story would end it would either be at the tip of a knife or the barrel of a gun. He just didn't want everyone around him to meet the same fate. He was about to make possibly the worst mistake of his life but he didn't care. He had filled a box with the correct materials to summon a crossroads demon and had buried them in the ground. Soon enough none other than the kill of hell himself appeared.
"Hello squirrel, what can I do for you?"
"I need you to go back in time and rescue my mom."
"What?"
"You heard me, save her!"
"You don't understand what you're proposing here. To make a deal like that requires some serious shit. It'd upset the balance of the universe or something. I don't really know or care about that kind of thing usually people make deals with me to say get money, get power, get love. Going back in time and saving someone? That's never been done before I don't even know if it'll work."
"Well you're going to try."
"Why should I?"
"Because," He took a deep breath. "I know that somewhere deep down you do actually care about me and also if you don't hells going to look like a beauty salon compared to what I'll put you through."
"But-"
"Look, if there's a chance that I can save her, I'm going to do it."
"But-"
"She's my mother."
Crowley didn't understand quite why being his mum was so damn important but Dean had a point. Deep down Crowley did care about him but that's mostly why he didn't want to do it. Saving Mary would mean that another Winchester would have to take her place. Crowley really didn't want to tell Dean that but he had to know what he was getting into.
"Dean... You can't seriously be thinking of doing this."
"I am, I don't care what it costs me. This time I'll save her, no matter what the cost."
"Are you sure you're willing to pay the price?"
"Yes." Dean said determinedly.
"But-"
"No buts. Send me back... now!" Dean demanded.
Crowley reluctantly snapped his fingers sending Dean back in time. Back to that night, the night everything had gone wrong with his life.
Dean woke up in his childhood bedroom, surprised when he found himself in his four year old body.
"Damnit Crowley." He whispered under his breath, even though he knew it'd do no good. It's not like the demon could hear him anyway.
Dean looked around his bedroom trying to get his bearings. From the other room he heard the sound of Sam crying in his room. He got up fully intending to comfort his brother's sobs. Dean pushed open the door. He saw a man standing over Sam, a man with yellow eyes. Damn. Dean thought to himself. He at least thought he'd have enough time to warn Mary of what would happen, though his situation would be a little impossible to explain. Dean wanted to help Sam more than ever, but it wasn't like a four year old would be strong enough to take on the demon.
Dean tried to back quietly out of the room but unfortunately the demon heard him.
"Hello Dean."
Dean froze when the demon spoke to him. Damn, he'd been spotted. Dean turned around mentally debated whether he should pretend to be a naive four year old or give the demon a piece of his mind.
"Hi..." Dean said uncertainly.
"What are you doing up? Shouldn't you be in bed?" The demon asked like it could be trusted.
"I heard Sammy crying." Dean said simply.
"Well you can go back to bed now, I'll take care of it."
The demon took a step closer to Sam's body and Dean couldn't help but react. He threw himself onto the demon, trying in vain to get him away from Sam.
"Get away from him!" Dean yelled at the demon.
"How are you going to stop me?" The demon questioned genuinely interested in Dean's plan of attack.
"Nice try. I'm not going to monologue my plan to you, I'm not that dumb."
"You don't have a plan, do you?"
"Well I have a result planned."
"And what might that be?"
"You dead and unable to hurt my family ever again!"
"Again?"
"You killed my mum! You poisoned my brother! You killed my grandparents. You killed my father and forced my mum to make a deal. Everything is all your fault! You ruined our lives!" Dean yelled at the demon.
"I don't know how you're aware of all these events but it doesn't matter. Tonight, you're going to die Dean."
"No, you are."
"Stop talking Dean, after all you don't want to wake Sammy, do you?"
Dean tried to attack the demon again but was flung aside with a swift flick of the demons wrist. When Dean collided with the wall he let out a pitiful sob. Damn that hurt. Dean tried to get away from the wall to save Sam from his fate, but the demon kept him trapped. Bound against the wall.
The demon walked over to Sam and smiled at the baby. He cut his wrist and bled into Sam's mouth. Dean turned his head away, unable to watch.
"Stop! Get away from Sam you son of a bitch!" Dean yelled at the demon.
"You keep your mouth shut." The demon said.
The demon flicked it's wrist again cutting off Dean's ability to speak. Dean watched helplessly as the demon poisoned Sam. When he was finished he turned to Dean with an evil smirk.
"Now, what do I do with you?"
Dean felt himself pushed up the wall by the demon's powers that had been holding him to. Dean was powerless to do anything to stop it in his four year old body. Suddenly he heard footsteps walking towards the room. The demon glared angrily at the door and flicked his wrist, slamming the door shut with his demon powers. The footsteps began to quicken and suddenly Dean heard the blissful sound of Mary's voice.
"Everything okay in there?"
"Mom!" Dean somehow managed to choke out.
"Dean? Are you okay?" Mary asked frantically.
"Mom." Dean repeated.
"I'm coming in."
"No!" Dean yelled through the pain of being pinned by the demon.
Dean heard the sound of the door rattling as Mary tried to open it. He hoped that she wouldn't, he hoped that she'd remain safe on the other side. But then again he also wanted her to swoop in and save him and his brother. If anything else happened to Sam he'd never forgive himself. Especially because he knew how this night would end... in flames. He just had to get Sam out to safety.
Suddenly Mary burst through the door. Upon her entry the demon smirked at Dean and whispered to him "You know what happens next. The fire, the burning. You're a mere child do you really think that you can save them?"
The demon vanished. All the force holding Dean to the wall left him and he collapsed to the ground. When Mary saw Dean collapsed on the ground she picked him up and held him in her arms. She carried him downstairs to where John was sitting watching TV.
"John, I need help. I found Dean collapsed in Sam's room."
"Oh my god! Do we need to take him to a hospital?"
"Maybe we should, we don't know what caused it."
"Yeah, alright. I'll take him to the car, you go get Sam."
Suddenly Dean's eyes opened. He screamed but when he saw Mary and John he calmed down.
"Where's Sammy?"
"He's in his room?"
Dean's eyes went wide with fear. "You've got to get him out of there! The demon's in there."
Mary was unable to make sense of what Dean had just told her. She knew demons were real but how did Dean?
"Okay Dean." Mary said gently. "I'll go."
"No!" Dean yelled. "I'll go."
"Dean I found you collapsed in Sam's room earlier. You need to rest."
"I'm fine, I just need my brother."
Realising that there was no way Dean was going to give up anytime soon she relented.
"Alright,"
Dean ran up the stairs and found Sam asleep in his crib. Just when he was about to take him back to the safety of their parents the ceiling burst into flames.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled.