Mary Winchester stared down at her husband from where she was pinned to the ceiling, orange flames flaring up around her, licking hungrily at the white nightgown she wore.
John stood paralyzed with shock, unable to move, unable to do anything but watch as his wife began to burn, the crying of his youngest son still lying in his crib sounding a thousand miles away to the mechanic.
John Winchester sat up in bed, heart pounding, sweat beaded on his brow and glanced to his right, relaxing at the sight of his wife sleeping soundly beside him.
It was only a nightmare, he thought, Just a bad dream.
John grabbed his wristwatch from where he had dropped it on the nightstand before going to bed, its hands read three a.m., the small window in its face showed that the day's date was November second.
Author's Note:
Just a little drabble I wanted to write.
I had the 'what if' idea about John Winchester having visions of Mary's death before it actually happened. At first I wanted to work it into a full-length fic with chapters and everything but I think it works nicely as a one-shot as well.
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