November 2 1983
The storm outside raged against the windows threatening to break though, a twister was coming and impact was imminent.
John lazily flipped through the few TV channels they received trying to find something to help drown out the rain that pelted against the windows restlessly. He stopped at the news station, a red warning was up, and a twister was coming checking the danger zones John quickly sprang into action.
"Mary! Mary grab the kids a twisters coming, a big one!" he bellowed running up the stairs. He rushed into his eldest son's room "Dean wake up we've got to get to the shelter" he rushed as he shock a blissful Dean from his sleep. As soon as he was blinking his eyes open John proceeded to grab his son and run from the room just in time to see his doting wife appear from baby Sammy's room shushing his frightened cries.
They made it out of the house and into the blistering winds, running to their underground shelter John placed Dean next to his mother while he got the bolt unlatched and opened the doors that refused to move easily with the strong winds.
Ushering his family into the shelter, John proceeded to blot the doors which snapped off in his hands "shit!" he shouted grabbing the door handles to try to keep them closed and his family safe inside.
The winds were getting stronger and stronger and John struggled to keep the doors bolted closed on his own.
Mary walked over to an overwhelmed Dean who was sitting on a stack of hay, she bent down and placed baby Sam into his arms "you look after him no matter what happens just keep your brother safe, im trusting you Dean. I've got to help your dad keep the doors closed ok?" she said as she moved over to her husband's side.
"Mary stay with the boys!" John bellowed looking towards his wife in terror while he held onto the creaking doors all his strength to keep them from sucking his family up into the night. Mary shock her head and gripped onto the handles alongside him.
The twister was getting closer you could feel it all around you, the bolts to the doors started to squeak and shift as it closed in on them.
In a flash of light a loud crack sounded, the doors flew off of their hinges, with one last look at each other John and Mary were sucked up into the night.
The medical teams showed up a short while after the twister dissipated. Approaching the battered and ruined home of the Winchesters, they didn't expect to find a frightened and shaking four year old boy holding a screaming infant he refused to let go of.