Note: This is a response to Dana's Mary's Ghost Challenge at Just Like the Riffle. I'm not sure on the ages of the boys in this yet, but Dean is still in High School. All mistakes are my own.
CHAPTER 1The whole house was silent except for the music blaring from the earphones in Dean Winchester's ears. The teenager sat on the living room couch with the light barely lit. It was late, but he had to get all the schoolwork spread out on the coffee table before him done or his Dad would be pissed. The school was always on his ass about every little thing to do with the boys. Being a single father working full time he didn't want any problems. He made sure to stress that to Dean since the boy was old enough to behave himself. He just didn't. Dean was failing because he blew off his homework to spend time with a girl from a different school. Now he was grounded.
The teen rubbed his tired eyes and looked at the time on the wall clock. Sam's play should be over soon. The living room light brightened than dimmed once again. They began to flicker. Dean arched an eyebrow before mumbling, "Power surge. Terrific." He sighed and closed his eyes before leaning back into the couch. A shadow began to rise up from the floor at his socked covered feet. It slowly began to ascend up the jeans on his lower half… Dean opened his eyes and got off the couch without paying much attention to the shadow. The lights were back to the normal dim he had them at and he headed for the kitchen. As he passed an old mirror of his mothers in the hall from the corner of his eye he caught the reflection of a beautiful young blonde haired woman in a white night gown. "You going to give me shit too?" Dean turned to face the ghost of his Mother. "Dad yelled enough for the both of you."
The ghost flickered and vanished before reappearing back in front of him. He wasn't surprised. This wasn't the first time Dean had seen her ghost. "I'm not yelling." Her voice was off. There was nothing weird about her tone. It sounded normal. Still Dean almost took a step back on reflex. "You were just having some fun." He eyes turned black. "Do you want to have some fun, Dean?"
Dean side stepped quickly and tried to take off for the front door. In those seconds the thing pretending to be Mary Winchester's ghost began to change. It grabbed Dean's arm before he was able to get three steps, burning the skin where she touched. She pulled him back and Dean's head slammed back into the mirror shattering it. Stars came to his eyes briefly from the impact. Every light in the house began to flicker on and off several times before the light bulbs blew.
Dean couldn't move, couldn't even close his eyes as the shadow washed over him. Faintly he heard his Mother's spirit screaming from somewhere far away through the noise of things crashing in other rooms just before everyone of his senses failed him.