A/N: This is going to be a series of one shots. This is the day after the fire. I've read around the internet and know that John and the boys actually stayed with friends for a couple of weeks before hunting but this is how i'm writing it. This is the begining for Sam and Dean. Hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except for Sam and Dean... "NO I'M KIDDING PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. AHHH DEAN GIRLS." *RUNS* BLOCKED IN BY SAM GIRLS "NO I'M SORRY, PLEASE NO!

Yes, sir.

November 3, 1983

There's bright orange fire, he can feel the heat from where he's standing. His dad suddenly runs out of the room, Sam's room, with the small baby.

"Take your brother outstide as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go!" Dean didn't know what to do, he was scared and he didn't know where his mom was so he did as he was told. He grabbed his brother in his arms and ran down the stairs, careful not to fall. Once he was out the door and standing in the middle of the lawn, Dean turned to look at the house.

"It's alright, Sammy. I got you, you're okay." Then his dad runs out and picks both boys up.

"Gotcha!" Then there's a loud scary noise and Dean awakes form his nightmare. There are tears streaming down his face and his heart pounding in his small chest. Dean looked frantically around the unfamilar room. It was the motel room his dad had rented out. They couldn't stay in their house anymore because of the fire.

John walked inot the room, head bowed, bottle of alcohol in hand.

"Daddy?" The older man looked at his son, face drawn and distraut.

"Yeah, Dean?" His voice was thick and his words slurred.

"Where's mommy? When's she coming back?" John switched gears from being sad to angry quickly.

"Don't you ever talk about Mary, ever! Your mother's dead and she's never coming back." Dean began to cry. He was only a four year old child.

"Mommy, I want Mommy." John stepped closer, hand flying forward. Dean cried out in pain and cupped his stinging cheek.

"Shut up boy!"

"Yes," he whimpered.

"Yes, what," his father growled.

"Yes, sir." Wails started to errupt from the next bad over.

"Take care of Sam. I'm going out." Dean was still in burning pain.

"Yes, sir." John stomped angrily out of the room and slammed the door closed bahind him. His father had yelled at him, sometimes he had even threatened to hit htm but he had never actually done it. Now that he had Dean was afraid. What if he did something wrong and his father hit him again? Dean contined to cry in his bed for a moment but so did Sam. The boy got up and went to his younger brother.

"It's okay, Sammy," he mumbled picked up the baby. "It's going to be okay. I'll protect you."

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A/N: Did ya like it? Personly I like the ended, not trying to sound conceeded or anything but it WAS sweet. I know when John hit him it was a little over the top, but i figured a little violence was needed.

Reviews are greatly appreciated!