This idea came to me one night after watching Supernatural with some friends. They all got a kick out of it (because we were all bored), so naturally there are several more chapters to it. Each of the short stories are terrible in a hilarious way.

Dean was just finishing up a pot of mac and cheese while a six year old Sam watched with the gaze of a hungry coyote when John stumbled into the tiny rat hole of an apartment that they were staying in for the month. He let out a sigh and went to help his drunken father to the worn couch where he would undoubtedly end up sleeping that night.

"Dean, is that you son?" John managed to get out while gulping down a bottle of vodka.

"Yeah Dad, it's me."

"Son, I saw her that night," he began. 'Here we go again,' Dean thought to himself. "On the ceiling. She was just lying there, like it was the floor. Or a bed. On fire. And she was screamin' bloody murder and it ripped out her heart and cut her hair and looked at 'er funny and-"

"That didn't really happen did it?" Sammy asked from the rickety old table.

"No Sammy, Dad's just being weird," he answered. It was only somewhat lying. "It's ok Dad," Dean putting a comforting hand on his father's shoulder. Sam watched with interest from the table as he ate his meager dinner. "It's over, and we'll get the son of a bitch that did it one day, but for now you need to go to sleep." But it was too late.

"I'M GONNA GET YOOOUUU!" John screamed at the ceiling. "YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER AND I'M GONNA GET YOUR SORRY-"

"Shhh! Not in front of Sammy!" Dead tried in vain to protect Sammy's innocence.

"What are you worried about Dean? Daddy always talks about crazy shit!" Sammy called through his mouthful of mac and cheese.

"Tha's right, boy," John slurred. "We're gonna kick his ass, and then kill 'em and send 'em to hell where he came from."

Dean put is head in his hands and sighed once more. Their family was so screwed.

-2 years later-

"I just want to go to sleep, ok?" Sam said in a sad little voice after Dean confirmed everything he had just read in the book.

"Yeah, ok," Dean murmured quietly as his baby brother rolled over, probably to cry or something. "It'll all be better when you wake up. You'll see. I promise."

Sam lay there sniffling quietly for a minute before he suddenly came to a startling conclusion. "Wait a minute Dean, if Dad wrote in his book that something got Mom, does this mean that when Dad drunkenly rambled on about Mom's death he was telling the truth?"

"Only sometimes, Sam. Only sometimes."