Okay, i know, another story. I got the idea for this yesterday when I got bored and started messing around with the movie maker on my computer. See, I come up with Ideas at the wierdest times. Just wait, I had another idea last night at 130 when me, my sisters Chrissy and Samantha, and my brother in law Saul were doing that Midnight madness shit. lol.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Tru.
Warnings: I'm not sure yet, there might be some mentions of cutting, if you know my stories, I deal with that alot since it was something I went through.
Four year old Dean Winchester looked around the hospital. His mother Mary had been rushed here, his father telling him that his siblings were coming. Dean didn't really understand, he just nodded as they drove to the big building.
"Dean." John said, coming up beside his son who was waiting in a chair outside the room. Dean looked up at him with wide eyes. "Do you want to come see your brother and sister?" Dean instantly jumped out of the seat and ran toward the door where John ushered him in.
"Mommy." Dean said happily, running over to the bed where his mother was laying.
"Hey Dean." Mary said tiredly but happily.
"Where da babies?" Dean asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Right over here." Mary said, pointing to the other side of the bed where two babies laid in two basinets. Dean walked over to the other side and looked in at the babies. The first was a boy with a little bit of brown hair. Dean smiled down at him before looking in the other and smiled wider. It was a small girl with a lot of brown hair, the same color as the boys.
"Mommy." Dean started, looking up at Mary.
"What is it Dean?" Mary asked.
"This one's mine." Dean said, pointing to the girl. "You can have another girl but she's mine."
"Oh really?" Mary asked, raising an eyebrow as John picked Dean up and put him onto the bed next to Mary.
"Yeah-huh." Dean nodded.
"Then what's her name?" Mary asked. Dean thought for a second before speaking up.
"Tru." Dean told her. "Her name is Tru."
"Why Tru?" John asked.
"I dunno." Dean shrugged. "It just feels right."
"Alright, then she's Tru. Tru Erin Winchester." Mary said with a smile. "And your brother is Samuel Michael Winchester."
"Sammy." Dean said smiling wide.
"Yeah, Sammy." John nodded, looking down at his two new children and smiling.
"Mommy, Tru smiled at me." Dean said happily, clapping his hands three months later.
"Really sweetie?" Mary asked smiling down at him.
"Yeah mommy." Dean said with a big smile on his face.
"That's great sweetie, that means she likes you." Mary said.
"Of course she likes me, she's my baby." Dean told her.
"Do you want to feed her?" Mary asked. Dean just nodded his head happily. "Okay, go sit down on the couch." Dean took off toward the couch and plopped down. Mary picked Tru up off the ground where she was laying on a blanket and helped Dean hold her correctly before giving him a bottle to give to Tru. Dean eased it into her mouth and Tru started drinking. After she finished the bottle, Mary burped her and walked upstairs to put her to sleep.
"Mommy, why do babies sleep so much?" Dean asked.
"Because babies need their rest." Mary told him. Dean looked in the crib next to Tru's and saw Sam sleeping soundlessly. Mary put Tru into her crib and soon she was asleep as well.
"Mommy, when will they be old enough to play wif?" Dean asked.
"About a year sweetheart." Mary said. "Now, isn't it time for your nap too?"
"I no need a nap." Dean said through a yawn.
"Of course you don't." Mary said with a soft laugh as she led her oldest out of the room and into his own. "Get some sleep and when you wake up, Daddy will be back." She tucked Dean into his bed and soon he was out.
"Mommy, Tru giggled." Dean said, running into the kitchen six months after the twins had been born.
"She did?" Mary asked, kneeling down beside her son.
"Yeah and it sounded pretty." Dean told her.
"I'm sure it did." Mary smiled.
"When's daddy gonna be home so he can hear?" Dean asked.
"He'll be home after you go to bed." Mary told him with a sigh.
"How come, I miss him." Dean said.
"I know sweetheart." Mary said, ruffling his short blonde hair. "Now how about we go into the living room with your brother and sister and watch a movie before bedtime."
"Okay." Dean said, nodding and walking into the living room beside his mother. Sam and Tru were still lying on the floor under one of their toys where you reach up to hit the toys on strings. Mary turned on The Wizard of Oz and sat down on the couch while Dean laid down next to Tru and tickled her stomach, making her giggle again.
"You're right Dean, that does sound pretty." Mary told him. They all watched the movie, Tru and Sam starting to fall asleep at the end.
"Alright, it's time for bed." Mary said as the movie ended. She picked up Sam and Tru and walked upstairs to put them to bed. She put Sam in his crib first and then Tru.
"Say goodnight Dean." Mary said, picking him up and holding him over Sam's crib first.
"Night Sammy." Dean said, kissing his forehead before Mary moved her over to Tru's crib. "Night Tru." Dean kissed her forehead and brushed the air out of her face as she yawned and closed her eyes.
"Hey buddy." John said from the door.
"Daddy." Mary put Dean down on the ground before he ran over to John who picked him back up.
"So you think they're ready for some X-games?" John asked.
"No daddy." Dean laughed, shaking his head.
"No?" John asked with a smile.
"You got him?" Mary asked.
"Yeah I got him, go get some rest." John said, kissing his wife as she left the room and walked into her bedroom.
"Goodnight Sammy. Goodnight Tru." John said before turning off the light and going to tuck Dean into bed.
Later that night, a figure walked into the bedroom and looked down at the twins.
"So powerful." he said roughly. Tru woke up and looked at the figure above her before starting to cry. The figure just stood there and held out his hand above her mouth as blood started to drip into her mouth. There were footsteps coming toward the room and the figure pulled his hand back.
"John, do you got her?" Mary asked.
"Shh." Was all the figure replied with.
"Alright." Mary sighed, leaving the room. The figure looked down at Tru another time before walking over to Sam's crib. Sam chose that moment to look up at the figure above him. Again, he held his hand out above his mouth and the blood dripped into Sam's mouth as well. A few seconds later, Mary burst into the room.
"It's you." She said before she was slammed into the wall and started moving up it. A cut appeared across her abdomen as she was pinned to the ceiling in between the two cribs. She let out a scream as the cut appeared and the figure just smirked before disappearing.
"Mary!" John yelled, bursting into the room. He didn't see anything but the twins lying in their cribs. "Hey guys, it's okay." John said softly as his children started to fuss. Something red splattered onto Tru's baby blanket before another landed on Sam's. Confused, John looked up to see Mary pinned to the ceiling.
"Mary! No!" John yelled as the ceiling erupted into flames. He was shocked and couldn't move for a second. A moment later he came back to reality as he took the twins out of their cribs and ran out the door.
"What is it Daddy?" Dean asked.
"Take your brother and sister outside and don't look back. Now Dean, go!" John yelled, placing the children into his son's arms. Dean nodded and walked carefully down the stairs and out the door. He ran to the sidewalk and looked back at the house to see the flames still erupting from the twin's nursery. Tru and Sam both started fussing in his arms as he waited for his father.
"It's okay Sammy. Don't cry Tru." Dean said softly. A second later John picked them up and ran across the street as there was a big explosion.
As the fire department showed up, they put the fire out but they couldn't find Mary's body. John cried for a little bit before putting his children into the Impala and driving to a nearby motel. When they got there, John put the children on one of the beds, Dean on the left, Tru in the middle, and Sam on the right. John put a pillow on Sam's other side so he didn't fall off the bed and the three children fell asleep.
A week later, Tru and Sam were taking a nap while Dean watched after them. John told Dean that he had to go somewhere real quick but he would be back soon. Dean looked at Tru who had a frightened look on her face, like something bad was going to happen. Dean didn't understand why a six month old baby would look that scared. John walked in about a minute later and put down an old leather journal on the table in the center.
"Daddy, Tru looks scared." Dean told him.
"What do you mean?" John asked, walking over to them.
"She looks like something bad is happening or gonna happen." Dean said. John looked down at Tru's face and saw the frightened look. He then looked at Sam who was wearing a frightened expression as well but it looked different, like he was frightened for someone else.
"That's odd." John said. He moved to wake up his children when the door burst open. The figure from before came inside and strode over toward the twins.
"Who the hell are you?" John demanded. The figure just held his arm up and John went flying back into the wall.
"Daddy!" Dean yelled, looking at his dad who was trying to get up. He then turned at the figure who was moving toward the twins and moved to pick up Tru.
"Stay away from her." Dean yelled, running forward. The figure just turned and Dean was pushed back to the other wall. Neither of the older Winchesters could move to protect the children. The demon picked up Tru and turned to John. John saw the yellow eyes and could swear he saw a smirk before the figure disappeared.
"Tru!" John yelled, his voice strong.
"Tru!" Dean yelled softly as he started crying. Sam started crying as well, knowing something was missing.
"What do you want us to do with her?" Brian Michaels asked.
"Keep her, raise her." The figure replied. "She needs to stay away from her twin, together they're powerful enough to bring us all down."
"Why don't you just kill them then?" Brian asked.
"Because the power in them is intense. We could use it to our advantage." The figure replied. "Just make sure your wife doesn't know the truth."
"You can't expect me to keep her." Brian said, gesturing to where Tru slept in a carrier.
"You will do it Michaels." The figure said menacingly. With that, he disappeared. Brian sighed and picked up the carrier before going back to his home. He put Tru on the couch and walked into the bedroom where his wife Katie laid.
"Hi Brian." She said with a smile. Brian just walked over to his wife and placed his hand on her forehead.
"We have a six month old Daughter named Tru." He told her.
"Of course, Tru was our first daughter." Katie said with a smile.
"Yes." Brian said as he removed his hand. "I'm going to go tuck Tru in."
"Okay sweetheart." Katie said with a smile. Brian smiled back and walked out of the room and back into the living room. He picked Tru up out of the carrier and walked into the spare room where the figure had turned it into a nursery. Brian sighed and put her into the crib, putting a blanket over her and leaving the room.
"Why can't you just kill her." Brian mumbled as he went back to bed with his wife.